#best thing that happened to me since apple sauce!

[ultimategeekboy]

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💛: i just think you’re cute!

💘: i wouldnt say no to a platonic marriage

💗: i want to give you a hug! for like a million hours

💋: i want to kiss you!

💪: id fight someone if they talked shit about you 😤

🔊: im really glad i started following you! (ur welcome)

💬: we should talk more! (how r u not sick of me??)

💭: i think about you a lot .. like too much bro

👏: everything you say is great wtf…

🎧: you have excellent music taste! & ur such a great singer 😉

👑: your blog aesthetic is lovely! duh that’s why I followed !!!

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - them taking care of you when you’re pregnant!

synopsis: title says it all!

warnings: mention of morning sickness, vomiting, pregnancy stuff… some mistakes here and there

type: fluff

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OLIVER MOY - the one who would support you by doing the tasks / giving you compliments during that period

The sweetest man

He would literally be the best dad, fr

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN HIM WITH KIDS??? (Talking abt the members rn 🤣)

He would do all the tasks for you

And compliment you!

Oli would make sure that you eat food and drink your water

« And here’s for you, my love!!! Your favorite pasta! »

he would be soooo supportive 🥹

« Hey baby, I’ll take care of it! Go rest yourself, alright? »

« c’mon my love. Go take a break, I’ll do the chores! »

He’s literally the man we all wish we had in our life

« You look so beautiful with that baby dump »

« our baby will be so pretty »

« Do you think they will have my eyes or yours? Gosh, i hope they will have yours.. yours are so pretty »

OLIVER MOY, STOP BEING SO DAMN CUTE LIKE???

He would literally be the cutest man alive during this time (as if he wasnt enough sweet like that)

like tell me if im wrong (im not)

(Others members under the cut!)

SEBASTIAN MOY - the one who would try to make you laugh / smile

Listen…

This man would try to make the time less crampy

less painful too

Remember the video where he took the pregnancy test? He was screaming.

He knows you’re strong enough, and everything… but he hates seeing you in pain (even though its normal since ur literally pregnant lol)

So, obvs since he know it hurts, he would try to make the time less hard for you :( bc he know that the test and the pregnancy state is two completely different things

he took the pregnancy test and it hurted him so bad... he can't imagine it must be for you

But if he can make the time less painful by making you laugh / smile, he would do it

This man would buy flowers.

I just see him walking in ur house and being like « hey, here’s flowers for the future mommy »

Also, he would try to crack jokes here and there

Pregnancy jokes, even!

« Why did the pregnant woman go on a picnic? Because she was craving a little something extra! »

thank you seb for this joke 😐

He would also bring your favorite food / drinks 🥤

He would search them on google and he would be so proud

"im gonna be the funny one in this family"

He’s the energetic member of the group, but for you, he would try to rest and not move too much 🥲 like this man would, surprisingly, be calm (only for you, babe)

Seb would be such a good supporter too, although affirmations is not his first love language, he would be super cute. i promise you :)

RYAN NGUYEN - the one who would help you with ur cravings / the one who try to make you relax

He would judge you so bad for ur cravings

But he would buy them for you

Why? Bc even though he thinks its weird, he knows it could make u happy and make you smile

And him seeing your smile can easily make his day 😚

« babe, i love you with all my heart, i truly do, but… why are you putting bananas in apple sauce and yogourt…? »

But he loves you! (sometimes hes giving you a side eye)

Also… he would literally take care of everything

A bit like Oliver would do :)

«��Babe, don’t worry abt it! I can take care of it »

« Need help? Alright, wait a sec »

He would quit his game for you in like 0.3844843 sec

« What the fuck just happened?!?!- baby? Need help? Yeah, one sec… alright boys, im heading out » (he would say smth like that)

« Go relax, my love. I can do it »

« Baby… stop overworking yourself! I know you can do it, but i want you to relax… you’ve been working all day »

Also, even thought it doesn’t look like it, he would be super supportive

He’s just more an ‘actions’ than a ‘word’ kind of person

JUSTIN PHAN - the one who would send you voices messages during your day to make sure ur taking care of urself and not overworking / help you with your morning sickness

Justin would be the type to grab his phone during a really important moment and just text you / give u voice messages

Although he know u love helping around in the house and doing ur tasks, he make sure that you don’t get overworked

« Hey baby, im with the boys at the store… do u need anything at the store? »

This man’s would also help you during the morning sickness

He just want the best for you 😁

Jp look like the person who knows when there’s a problem without you having to say it

« Hey baby, is everything okay? »

Like idk why but he look like the type that would read faces lol

he has this gut feeling, what can i say?

« Hold on, drink that glass of water, okay? Deep breath, baby… »

« Yeah, just like that »

If he see you vomiting, he would take ur hair up and pat ur back

« it’s okay baby, let it all out, everything's gonna be fine»

«  if anything happen, wake me up alright? I want to be there for you »

Like for sure, seeing vomit is not the most aesthetic thing he saw, but he knows that it’s normal

KANE RATAN - the one who would massage you and listen to you

this man would be so cute.

I literally said that to everyone 💀 but it’s true

We all know how kane give good massages

This man know what he’s doing!

He probably took massages classes when he was younger, bc this man would give u the best massage ever

« come here, i will give you a lil’ massage, baby… let me knock out the stress away! »

Also, during the massage…

He would literally let you talk about your pregnancy, how the cramps are, how is it… or just random stuff haha

In others words: let you vent abt what ur going through during that time, because he knows its not always easy

« Tell me if it hurt, okay? I don’t want to hurt you »

Also, i feel he would be the type to ask this question:

« Do you think we’ll have a girl or a boy? »

« if im being honest, i don’t really mind if its a girl or a boy… as long as they’re happy, im happy »

« Do you think we could play anime music? Do you think it would make them a fan of AOT? Or we could play one piece!! omg baby, do you think they would like aot or one piece more? »

Not Kane wanting to make ur future baby (not even borned yet lol) a fan of AOT… such a relaxing and childish anime, wow!!!

DARREN LIANG - the one who would cook for you and kiss ur cramps away

We all know how Darren is a great cook

So I’m sure he would love to cook for you :)

« hey babe, i just cooked ur favorite meal! »

Isn’t he so cute? 🥹

The con is that he would judge your cravings.. like Ryan.

BUTTTTT he know it can make you happy, so he would obviously make them for you if it can make you happy!

Also, he would kiss your cramps away

To me, he looks like such a sweetheart when it come to pain or smth like that

« Hey baby, are you okay? »

« Do you want me to help you? »

A bit like Kane, dar’ would give you a little massage

« You’re so cute baby »

And he would kiss you 🤭 bc it’s Darren we’re talking abt!

also, if ur in the mood... its ur lucky day!! bc this man's always in the mood!

« Are you feeling a bit better? »

« Come and rest next to me, alright? »

He’s such a sweetheart, woah

REGIE MACALINO - the one who would go shopping with you for baby clothes / decorations

He would be the best dad ever, no joke

He would buy soooo many decorations and clothes, like we all know how regie has style, like there’s absolutely no way his son / daughter won’t have style too

And even if regie says « i put whatever i want » like okay maybe he do, but like it is styled in a way that i can’t explain lmaooo

I’m sorry, he just seem to be the type to search a bit in store, then on pinterest to see what would look good lol 🫢

I’m sure regie would be the type to search on Pinterest some baby decorations

Btw, your baby's room would be sooo messy, im so sorry

Regie would only look for cool bedsheets and fun decorations, but not for organizer bc have you seen his room?? Guys, it’s a bit messy im sorry

So regie wouldn’t be the type to buy organizer, BUTTTTTT he would make sure to let (try) the piece clean with his kid if it can make you happy

Regie seems tough, but he’s indeed a big sweetheart

He has sm love for us the star (his fan) so imagine for his kid-

He would be the cutest dad ever, like I’m sure regie would be there for his kid in all the ways he can

He would take care of you so so much too

He would be like Oliver haha

Sing for you, make you food, do the tasks (look how gentleman he is)… also, he would def make the baby like him more.. im sorry

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Olegie has my heart 🤭

100% recommand this man!

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[maggatron]

Get to Know Me

Name: Maggie // Маги

Age: As of writing this, I'm 24 years old.

City that you live in: Burgas, Bulgaria // Бургас, България

Hobbies: Game devving in Unreal Engine 5, 3D modeling, writing, reading.

What are your passions? Game devving in Unreal Engine, 3D modeling.

What do you search for in a significant other? Not actively searching. I'm spoken for, ladies ;3

Have you ever collected anything? What was it? When I was younger, I used to collect Hot Topic pins. Like the kind that you hook onto hats and jackets.

List 5 things off of your bucket list. - Visit Japan - Cosplay as my DnD character - Visit the Eyes of God (Prohodna Cave // Пещера "Проходна") in Karlukovo, Bulgaria - Help my fiancé make a DnD character for himself, so I can write stories of mine and his going on sweet quests and stuff - Meet Markiplier and/or Jacksepticeye someday.

What was the last thing you learned? Just earlier today, I learned how to properly export a Metahuman (3D model of a human) from Unreal Engine into Blender. I'm gonna make some fun stuff >w>

How many relationships have you been in? That's classified.

Favorite food Yellow apples // Жълти ябълки

Favorite drink Peach juice // Сок от праскова

Are you optimistic or pessimistic? I like to think of myself as optimistic, but considering how much I know I complain without really even meaning to, my fiancé would prolly say I'm leaning more toward being a pessimist.

What is the most expensive thing you own? I think my computer, the total sum of all the parts I've used to upgrade it over time.

What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own? My fidget cubes. They help with my ADHD when my mind gets to be too much.

How many times a day on average do you check your phone? Not as often as I should.

Text or call? I... don't actually own a phone with an active sim card, so I'm kinda stuck texting for now. But I prefer calling.

Opinion on long distance? Not sure what there is to say tbh. I mean, my family in America, I miss them a lot. But I'm glad I can still (video)call them on Facebook. Time difference is a constant struggle tho ^^'

Favorite song? Currently, it's 'Hey, Mario' by Patent Pending. It's in my playlist on Tumblr blog, if you're curious what it sounds like. It's a good song.

Celebrity crush/crushes? Garrett Hedlund, Cara Delevingne, Sebastian Stan.

Favorite flower? Lily. I've always loved lilies. People always assume that my favorite flower must be the magnolia blossom (because my name), but nope.

What is the best gift you could receive right now? A new phone with a working sim card.

Any guilty pleasures? Mac and Cheese. Hear me out... Ever since I was younger, mac and cheese was always my comfort food. I'm talkin' homemade cheese sauce with the cartoon-level stretch. The way my fiancé makes it, the cheese is so stringy and gooey, I just mmmmmm

How many times have you said "I love you" in the past month? Prolly way too many, but my fiancé is literally the best thing to ever happen to me, so I mean it every time.

Where did you last go other than your room/home? I went to a little town called Vetren with my fiancé. We visited some family, had some pizza, stayed overnight, had a good time. It was fun. I'll miss them.

How many green shirts do you own? I think just one, and it's my long-sleeved sweatshirt/pullover that I mostly wear in the fall when it starts getting cold.

Do you like anime? Hell yes! I love anime! One Piece, Dragonball, Naruto, Boku no Hero, Black Clover, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Bakemonogatari, hell yeah!

What do you invest the most time in? Blender modeling on my computer. Shamefully, sometimes when I have my headphones on, I tend to lose myself in my work. I lose track of time really easily that way ^^'

Where are you most productive? On my computer.

Do you believe world peace will ever exist? I know it's possible, but it's entirely dependent on every human being on the planet agreeing and respecting each other.

Do you have any allergies? Mostly just seasonal allergies.

Do you consider yourself mature? I think I am, but I know sometimes I get overexcited about things, which makes me seem a little childish.

How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr? Dude, years ago, back in old yore of 2013~ish, I spent WAY too much time on Tumblr. I had a blog where I wrote/read fanfics on, but I think that particular blog has since been lost to time.

What do you think your soulmate is doing right now? I know what he's doing right now. He's at work in the city right now.

Do you have a job? No, but I wish I did.

How many all-nighters have you pulled before? No comment >w>

Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website? Reddit was my favorite website before the whole blow-up about the API. Now, all my feeds are dead/broken and Reddit as a whole feels... wounded. That's one of my reasons for returning to Tumblr, actually.

When was the last time you looked at the news? I choose not to keep track of the news. It tends to be pretty depressing, so...

If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say? Get over yourselves and love/respect each other equally.

What is your favorite animal? It used to be penguins. Now, it's frogs.

What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get? Lately, I've been getting to sleep at about 3am. I usually sleep for 7ish hours, which seems to be enough for me.

In the winter- beanies or gloves? Beanies.

Would you rather have wings or a fish tail? Wings.

If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it? Yes, I would erase my birth mom, for reasons I won't divulge here now...

How many digits of pi can you recite? 3.141759....? I think?

Describe yourself in one word. Emotional.

Describe your last victory. Does Fortnite count? ^^'

Have you ever broken a bone before? Nope.

Coffee or tea? Tea.

How many hours have you spend on tumblr today? Too many, already. It took me way too long just to get the code for my music player figured out xD

[sevasey51]

So this is going to be a little snippet in to the Evans household when y/n comes down with the chicken pox. They’re horrible like absolutely horrible. Hope you guys enjoy, thank you to the anon who requested this :)

No applesauce?

Warnings: sad!toddler reader, illness, medication, Chris and Scott being the best brothers ever, fluff and crying

Usually you getting ill didn’t happen very often but the one thing that no one wanted you to get was chicken pox. Because you didn’t like being ill for starters so add having itchy skin and patches and well meltdowns happened.

So when you started itching and not really eating anything not even apple sauce which was the point where Chris and Scott started to get even more concerned about you because even when you didn’t want anything you’d always eat apple sauce. It was you’re safe food.

Looking up from my phone I saw Dodger snuggled into y/n, she was watching Timmy Time on her iPad and I could just tell she wasn’t herself, she started to itch her arm again. I know how bad it can be but it was hurting her more than doing her good.

“Bubs, you need to stop itching hunny I know it hurts but do want some applesauce? I ask trying to get her to at least eat something and distract her from the itching.

“I good bubba, i no need it- wease make it stop, pl- ease chrissy” y/n starts to cry trying not to itch her arms and her chest since she was just down to a pull up and a thin blanket because of her fever.

“I’m sorry bubs, I know - I said rubbing her back lightly not to make it itch more. - Scotty is coming over so we’re gonna watch some movies and relax okay but I need you to at least drink something for me okay?” I murmured

“Mhmh ‘kay. I have ‘uice?” Y/n whispered into my chest.

“Of course bubs” I answered chuckling at how she finally managed to agree to a little juice.

Time skip

Scott had got to the house about an hour ago, after Scotty cuddles and some fever reducers and some soothing moisturiser for her skin. She finally ate some applesauce with my help but it was something.

We all then just watched some Halloween movies to entertain ourselves whilst cosy on the couch, half way though y/n started to fall asleep you could tell she was fighting to stay awake.

“Sweetheart it’s okay you can go to sleep, me and Scotty will be here when you wake up.” I suggested knowing she’d fight it.

“I no wanna bubba.” She yawned in reply, I started to rub her back more because it made her more sleepy and thankfully it worked.

In the end me and Scott just watched a couple episodes of 28 days haunted and eventually followed y/n in taking a nap.

Thankfully a couple of days later, y/ns chicken pox died down and she was only left with a low grade fever that was coming down quite naturally.

So she was back to her happy applesauce eating, pain in my butt self. Like it always should be.

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[xtrafluffyteddy]

Late night talks

Pairing: Billy hargrove x reader, Eddie munson x reader, Steve harrington x reader

Mentions: talks of depression, comfort, maybe a smooch? Who knows?, happy ending

This is part of the home for wayward souls series!!

The boys had all seemed off today and you couldn’t seem to figure out why you even tried asking them while they were all sitting at the table eating some dinner you had made “Billy, Stevie, Ed’s what’s the matter y’all haven’t been acting like yourselves today” you take another bite of food and look up only to see them poking at their barely touched dinners “I just wanna help is all.” You get up and take your half eaten dinner cover it in cling wrap and head towards your room “I’ll be in my room when your ready to talk” and with that you disappeared down the hall leaving the three men to finish their dinners and be alone with their thoughts

It was eddie who showed up in your room first his eyes red and puffy like he had been crying, you looked over at the creaking of the door then see the familiar metal head slip inside shutting it silently “hey Ed’s” you call out softly setting down the book you had been skimming through . All Eddie did was kick off his shoes and climb into your bed to curl up against your side his head pressed to your chest “oh eddie what’s wrong” you gently run your fingers through his hair getting out a few tangles gently “I keep having nightmares, it’s been 4 years since that day and everything still feels fresh in my mind” he buries his face into your shirt sniffling softly “Ed’s you went through a traumatic experience it’s gonna stick with you no matter how much help you get, the best thing you can do is to find support, find comfort when it seems like it’s constantly replaying in your mind” you gently push his head back so he’ll look at you “and I’m right here Ed’s I’m not goin anywhere” you lean down pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, he sniffles tears welling up again “it’s not just mental though it’s physical” he mumbles brokenly as he takes off his many layers standing before you shirtless the many scars from the demobats on display “every-time I look in the mirror I’m reminded that I’m a freak, I’m ugly” he begins but you cut him off immediately “eddie I think that shit makes you so fuckin cool no joke, how many rockstars can say they went to an alternate dimension fought off some demobats, demobats eddie!! And lived to tell the tale hm?” You see him crack a bit of a smile before he climbs back into bed with you this time nestling himself between your legs so he can lay his head on the center of your chest “thanks sweetheart” he mumbles “anytime rockstar”

Next came Steve who sat behind you at the kitchen island as you made a midnight snack, you turn at the sound of the commotion “hey Stevie your up late couldn’t sleep?” You gently push a plate of sliced apples with caramel sauce towards him which he gratefully takes “no I couldn’t” he mumbles laying his head on his arms “I keep getting haunted by everything that’s happened it’s like it keeps playing on loop and I lost the remote” you climb up over the kitchen island and sit beside him so he can lay his head on your lap “talk to me about it Stevie anything and everything your comfy with talkin to me about” you gently run your fingers through his hair surprised at the softness “I let the kids down, I let Nancy down, I’m a failure and- and-“ he becomes choked up as tears roll down his cheeks “let me stop you right there Stevie you did not let the kids down they look up to you as a mentor, a friend, someone who will protect them, we can protect the ones we love the best we can but it inevitable that something bad will happen, and in your case it was worst case scenario bad, and you couldn’t control that, but you fought with all your might to protect the ones you cared for, and with Nancy high school romances don’t last forever things happen people change that doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you as a person” you take a deep breath as Steve looks up at you with wide eyes “your a great babysitter and a great friend Stevie, so don’t stress okay?” You lean down pressing a soft kiss to his nose smiling when it crinkles “finish up your snack you can sleep in my room when your done if you want as long as you don’t mind sharing a bed with eddie”

When you stepped outside from some fresh air you took in the sight of Billy sitting by the pool legs dangling in the water looking spaced out. “Hey Billy” you softly say as you take a seat next to him “you okay?” He just shakes his head and lays it against your shoulder causing you to smooch your cheek against the top of his blonde hair “wanna talk about it?” He just shakes his head no and continues looking at the water, you gently take his hand interlocking your fingers running your thumb over old scars that littered the top of his hand “your nothing like your father you know” he looks up at you shocked wondering how you knew “Neil’s a grade A piece of shit and you I won’t lie you used to be” you look over at him “but your getting better slowly but surely I see it everyday, like when you offered to drive the kids to the pool because Steve didn’t have enough room in his car, or when you helped eddie pack his van for his out of town gig, or when you buy my favorite snacks at the store even though you don’t have to it’s the little things Billy” you squeeze his hand gently as he smiles a bit “just by doing those things your already ten times the man Neil was/is” you kiss the top of his hand gently “do you think…” he begins trying to find the words “do you think” he shakes his head trailing off just deciding to wrap his arms around your in a tight in embrace “I’m always thinking Billy” you joke wrapping your arms around his neck “Let’s go inside Billy is cold as fuck out here” you face is red as he helps you up “I agree honey I agree” he picks you up throwing you over his shoulder

When you reach your bedroom you find Steve and Eddie cuddled up together fast asleep as Billy sets you down gently both of you climbing into bed to cuddle up with the other two “night Billy” you whisper softly to him before leaning over leaving a soft kiss to his cheek hands interlocked “night honey” he mumbles already dozing off soft snored filling the room.

[angstama]

apple tree | chifuyu.m

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, unrequited love, pining, fluff, chifuyu doesn’t love you that way :( 

warnings: as usual, heartbreak coming ahead <3

✧. in which you look back on the times that chifuyu had been the highlight and heartbreaker in your youth. 

you were five when you first met chifuyu matsuno under the big apple tree one summer day. 

head deep into bending the fragile weeds into a flower crown when a blonde haired boy with the prettiest ocean blue eyes approached you. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously, licking his already melting chocolate ice cream while looking at the imperfectly balanced flower that you had spent hours on crafting in your hands. “making a flower crown.” you answered simply, not even sparing the blonde haired boy a glance as you were too focused in tweaking the branches. 

“woah that’s awesome!” he beamed in excitement, plopping down next to you instantly and leaning in closer to take a look at it. “yeah i know right!” you smiled in triumph, finally looking up to see whoever was showing interest in your little hobby and behold, there sat chifuyu in a rainbow striped t-shirt with his legs crossed and eyes gleaming with interest.

 in all honesty, your flower crowns were horribly ugly, but in chifuyu’s eyes it was uniquely you. perhaps it was maybe because he hadn’t seen anyone making an actual flower crown before or perhaps maybe he was just feeling sorry for the girl who always sat alone under the big apple tree that never bloomed a single fruit all year round. whichever it was, you wished that it was the first. “teach me how to make one please!” he grabs your wrist, causing your cheeks to burn under the scorching hot sun and heart rate quickening though you were clueless as to why it happened being only at the age of five, so you decided that it was okay to have him around. 

strangely ever since then, you were never seen alone under the apple tree in the park again. 

you were nine when you first understood the concept of crushes, with the help of your best friend, chifuyu matsuno of course. 

“it’s when you want to share the biggest chicken drumlet with them dummy!” chifuyu explained, voice muffled from stuffing his face with fried chicken one after another. you weren’t sure how the two of you derived at the current topic, though you remember the last you checked, chifuyu was rambling on and on about the new girl in your class. “so, you’d share this with whoever you have a crush on?” you asked as you pointed towards the biggest drumstick that chifuyu had saved for the last, as always. 

he nodded impatiently, grabbing the very same drumstick and ready to devour it but only to come to a halt when the two of you locked eyes. “want some?” he offered, waving the fried chicken in front of you. “wh-what?” your words fumbled, taken aback by chifuyu’s sudden offer right after the whole sharing of the biggest chicken drumlet explanation he had just made. “you kept staring at it. do you want it?” he asked, with innocence laced in his voice, oblivious to the shade of red slowly making an appearance on your cheeks. you huffed, “am not!”. chifuyu only lets out a snort, “yeah sure,” he chuckles boyishly, leaning down to rest on your shoulders, causing your body to stiffen upon the sudden contact. that afternoon, for almost an entire hour you were forced to sit as straight as you could, afraid that something was going to erupt in your tummy again as you could feel the bubbling sensation that threatened to explode. 

you were thirteen when you finally realised that you, y/n l/n, wants to share the biggest drumstick with chifuyu matsuno. 

it was christmas eve and chifuyu had invited you over to his place for a dinner, claiming that his mother had threatened to throw his precious romance mangas away if he didn't invite you. 

you arrived at the matsuno’s household ten minutes earlier than stated with a tray of roasted potatoes held in your hands and beads of sweat running down your forehead despite the freezing cold temperature outside. for the eight years of friendship you had with chifuyu, you’ve never felt this nervous seeing him and his family. it’s the cold, you naively thought, when the door swung opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a maroon striped sweater with suspenders. his eyes widened, not expecting to really see you when he was just opening to check in an attempt to ease his mother’s sixth sense. “y/n? why didn’t you knock?” he gasped, gently tugging the tray on your hands into his as he looked at you in surprise. “well, i was gonna but you opened the door before i could!” you scoffed a white lie, wanting nothing but to cover up the fact that you had been standing outside because you couldn’t get your heart to calm down. 

“chifuyu why don’t you give y/n the gift you got for her now?” mrs matsuno chimed, elegance evident in her posture and movement when she lightly dabbed a napkin across her lips which made you wonder how is it possible that she's the mother of chifuyu when chifuyu shared not a single bit of her grace when it comes to eating. chifuyu pauses briefly, “give me a sec,” he nods before stuffing the roasted potato that was previously halfway into his mouth and standing up to jog over to his room. “he cleaned the house for two months for it.” mr matsuno chuckled as chifuyu jogs out again, this time with a paper bag held in his hand. 

“you better wear it everyday.” he sent you a playful wink, handing you the brown paper bag. you carefully unwrapped the ribbon that bounded the paper bag and pulling out an overly oversized hoodie enough to fit you through a lifetime. you noticed that it was same hoodie that chifuyu often wears except that yours was in the shade of emerald green, the colour that chifuyu had taken the effort to remember that you had once claimed as your colour when the two of you had a heated discussion on what colour represents yourselves. 

“wow! now we have a friendship hoodie!” you beamed in excitement, pulling the oversized hoodie over your sweater. “how do i look?” you asked, posing a few turns at chifuyu as he took a good look at you. “pretty.” he held a thumb up before stuffing another spoonful of pasta down. 

your lowered your gaze upon hearing the sudden compliment your best friend gave, opting to look at the last piece of roasted chicken that mrs matsuno had offered you earlier just now before chifuyu could lay his hands on it. your lips pursed, not entirely confident to do it but eventually picking up the piece of meat and placing it on chifuyu’s already dirtied plate from all the sauces he had mixed with his food. “thank you,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else but chifuyu’s burning gaze on you. 

the butterflies were taking flight soon and you on the other hand had no idea how to contain it. 

you were sixteen when chifuyu first broke your heart on the first day of the spring season, openly declaring in front of you and takemichi that he’ll be confessing to the pretty girl sitting in front of him during lunch time. 

her name is haru.

“no way! you’re kidding!” takemichi gaped, leaning in closer to chifuyu as the close proximity between the two of them wasn’t enough for him to hear chifuyu clearly. chifuyu crossed his arms, confidence evident in his posture, “of course not! i’ve already decided, there’s no going back!” 

“be sure not to scare her away!” you stuck your tongue out to which chifuyu rolled his eyes in response. “eh? you’re just jealous that no one’s confessing to you!”, wiggling his head in a playful manner as he brought an ‘L’ sign up to his forehead to further anguish you. you raised a middle finger, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation for you weren’t sure if you were able to contain the effect of your heart dropping six feet down. 

you knew chifuyu succeeded when he came running to you after school with the brightest smile you adored, a faint tint of blush coated on his cheeks. “guess i’m gonna see you lesser huh lover boy?” you chuckled softly, shoving your textbooks into your canvas bag as he swung himself onto your desk with a smug grin. “you’d wish huh don’t you? but no, you’ll still see me as often when i’m off from boyfriend duties,” he sang happily. perhaps maybe because it was chifuyu’s own words, you believed wholeheartedly that you were okay with being just his best friend and being supportive of his relationship. so you watched chifuyu’s love for haru bloomed into something more than just the typical puppy love you often watch on romcoms. 

in just a blink of an eye, two years had passed and the next thing you knew you were spending your birthday without your best friend for the second time in a row. “this sucks,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside when the time struck midnight, announcing a new day had just arrived. chifuyu’s words were just empty affirmations when you realised that you barely ever saw your best friend. you weren't sure if the two of you were even best friends anymore. it felt more like he’s just a friend that you talk to occasionally now. you see, chifuyu is a loyal friend and that’s a widely known fact and that’s what made it even more heartbreaking for you because chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive and you had no reason to hate him for that. 

you rubbed your temples tiredly, wanting nothing more than to run your aching head into the wall when a packet of your favourite watermelon mints was thrown onto your desk. “rough night?”atsumu, your beloved table-mate asked smugly. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the obvious as you impatiently tore the packet open. “he didn’t wish ya happy birthday did he?” the freshly bleached haired boy questioned. atsumu got his answer when you didn't sat in silence, opting to look out the window to distract yourself from the threatening tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. and god do love to test you when the scene of chifuyu leaning in to kiss haru on the lips ever so gently unfolds at your sight. oh how you wished that it was you who he’s kissing right now. 

chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive. 

it was already late into the night when you heard a knock outside your balcony. your breath hitched when you saw that it was chifuyu who had disturbed your little movie marathon alone after the events that had happened lately. “hey,” he breathed, a soft smile wearing on his lips to which you returned it with an awkward one, inviting him into your messy room. “oh we’re in our friendship hoodie!” he chuckles nervously. your eyes travelled on him, realising that indeed he’s wearing the same hoodie that you were currently wearing right now. “it’s late chi, what’s going on?” you sighed, tone coming off harsher than you intended to. chifuyu nods slowly, face soon replaced with an apologetic look. “i’m sorry for missing your birthday, i feel horrible really,” he begun. “ i know i haven’t been around lately, so i want to make it up to you.” 

your brows furrowed at chifuyu’s apology, you knew he was being so sincere so why did you feel even much more upset hearing it? “that’s it? you could’ve just done this in school tomorrow chifuyu.”you sighed, trying your hardest to mask the pettiness within you with a tired voice. “ i know i know, but i couldn’t sleep knowing that i left my best friend alone on her 18th birthday.” he looked at you hesitantly as you quietly pulled your duvet over your lap. “how about let’s go hiking and watch the sunrise this weekend? just the two of us. i know you’ve been wanting to do that.” 

you wished you weren’t in love with chifuyu so that you wouldn’t give in so easily. you wished you were petty enough to make a scene and just be angry at him but you couldn't so here you are right now, hiking up the trail with your hand in chifuyu’s as you helped him up the slope. “your stamina really sucks,” you retorted to which chifuyu huffed in response. “it’s not that my stamina sucks, it’s that this trail is literally ninety-eight percent high slopes,” he pouts. 

“well you could've chose not to show up.” 

“no! i want to do this with you. what are you talking about?” 

you only smiled at his little defence. “whatever,” you mumbled as you quickly dropped your grip on his and walking ahead of him in an attempt to hide your blush. “hey! wait for me!” 

it was near autumn when one day chifuyu appeared in the wee hours of the night with tears streaming down his cheeks when he fell into your arms and hugged you tightly. you found out that haru was moving away to the states with her family and had broken up with chifuyu, refusing to try out long distance relationship. 

so like any other best friend, you let chifuyu cry into your shoulders as you sat in silence that night, heart breaking at the torn state chifuyu was in. he truly loved her. 

you were twenty when chifuyu held your hands and asked you to be his. 

“chifuyu matsuno! where the hell are my batteries?” your voice echoed through your shared apartment, causing poor chifuyu to jump and drop the eggs he was previously holding in his hands on to the floor. it’s been almost two years since haru and chifuyu had broken up and you had spent a great deal of time trying to mend his broken heart though you knew that it would never be fully healed. she was his first love after all. 

the two of you had moved in to a small apartment close to your university as planned since young, officially becoming roommates. “fuck!my eggs!” chifuyu cried out loud as he frantically lets go of the spatula in his hands to grab a kitchen tower and clean up the pool of egg yolk and egg white on the marble floor. you groaned in annoyance when chifuyu doesn’t answer your question, slamming the tools drawer shut and making your way towards the kitchen. 

“i swear chi-” you paused when you saw chifuyu kneeling on the floor with his pink kitten design apron tied against his body, a pout clearly evident on his lips. “what ever happened?” your head tilted slightly, annoyance slowly decimating. “you screamed like a mad woman. that’s what happened.” he retorted. you rolled your eyes, grabbing another kitchen towel and joining chifuyu on the ground. “well if you didn’t misplace my batteries, i wouldn't be screaming.” 

“if you looked close enough, it’s literally on your study desk.” 

“it’s not!” 

“it is!” 

“it’s not!” you huffed, getting up and stomping over to your room to prove a point but your eyes widened, horrified by the pure sight of your batteries accompanies by a fresh pack with a sticky note attached on top of it. ‘you’re welcome <3′, it wrote. you slowly walked out of your room with your head hung low, doing the walk of shame. “say it,” chifuyu taunts as he skilfully tossed the omelette onto the plate and placing it in front of you. you scrunched your nose, lips pursing and taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, fingers fumbling at the ends of your shirt. “ah-ah i can't hear you,” you hear him sing, a little too happy. obvious that he’s enjoying this. you sighed in defeat, clearing your throat loud enough. “i’m sorry,” you said it loudly this time. 

chifuyu lets out a laugh in satisfaction, throwing his head back while you on the other hand could only pout at his triumph. but that didn’t mean that your heart didn't swell up at the expression of happiness he has on his face right now. digging in at the breakfast that chifuyu had made for you which had now became a routine, you couldn't help but to feel small under chifuyu’s intense stare on you. “are you not gonna eat?” you raised your brow, eyeing the untouched omelette on his plate. chifuyu rests his chin on his palm, looking at you with a look of as if he had something to tell you. 

“i will.” he hummed before reaching out to grab your hands. your body stiffened, dumfounded at what’s currently happening. “you know, for the last two years, life was a little less painful thanks to you.” chifuyu confessed earnestly, “ i guess what i’m trying to say is that, you’re my end game y/n l/n. i don’t think i would've came this far if it wasn’t for you so i’m going to ask you this once,” he paused, intertwining his fingers in yours as he gazes into your eyes deeply, 

“will you be my girlfriend?” 

your relationship with chifuyu wasn’t a perfect one but the two of you always made it work somehow. which is why here you are sitting against your bed frame with luggages packed by the side wondering what exactly had gone wrong along the way? 

and you realised that you were never meant to be chifuyu’s end game. you were never meant to be his forever. 

“you think that i don’t fucking know that you were always looking at her instagram when you think i’m not around?” you screamed, body shaking from the exhaustion that’s taking a toll on you both physically and emotionally. “i don’t see how it’s wrong wanting to see how my friend is doing?” chifuyu snaps. 

you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. “yeah. as if you don’t still say her name in your sleep. as if you don’t fucking mess up our favourite food, as if you didn’t tell takemichi that you wished i was haru!” this was the last straw for you. you were too exhausted to try anymore. haru was irreplaceable and you were just a temporary band aid for chifuyu. 

it was as if you had hit jack pot when your lover went silent. “i’ve loved you for so long chifuyu. but loving you hurts too much. i’m so tired of this.” you finally allowed yourself to break down, letting yourself go loose on the emotions you’ve suppressed for years as chifuyu could only watch in remorse for tearing you apart till this state. 

you finally understood why the apple tree never bloomed any apples.

you were twenty seven when you decided to leave chifuyu matsuno. fifteen years of friendship and seven years of being each other’s significant other. you finally walked away, planting one last final kiss on chifuyu’s lips and shutting the door on your ex-lover’s sleeping figure. 

[peebeexd]

OHHH ?? HI YES ID LOVE TO HEAR UR HEADCANON(s) HIIII im sitting criss cross apple sauce

ok ok so i actually have a document filled with headcannons from bfb/tpot there isnt very much but here are some i have (the ones that are bolded are the ones i based my crappy sketch on from earlier)

• Puffball hates having to fly people around everywhere so they purposely stopped changing sizes so people dont beg them to fly them around as much. Unfortunately, people still ask her to fly them around and its driving her insane.

Every single time Tennis ball goes into Golf ball’s lab with out her knowing, he leaves little toy dinosaurs in hidden areas and sees how long it takes for her to notice. She’s only found 1 out of the 1000+ dinos he’s hidden (based of something i did when i was around 9 whenever i went into my brother’s room on my own lol)

Pen is embarrassed of his drawings ever since X said harshly critisized him in bfb 5 so now he hides them from everyone, including his best friends (Blocky, Eraser, Snowball). All of his friends are sad because of this and actively encourage him to show his drawings because Pen’s drawings are really good. Pen is very slowly starting to get his confidence back (based on bfb 5)

Fries sometimes eats his own fries’ when no one is looking. Gelatin caught him once and now whenever Fries gets mad at him for taking a fry, he says something along the lines of “but how come you can eat your own fries and i cant?? Unfair! >:(“ and half-jokingly throws a tantrum. This makes Fries embarrassed (half-based of the bfdi recommended character introductions)

Stapy chews on hard things (metal, wood, plastic, etc.) a lot for no reason. This would normally be fine, except for the fact that he has raser sharp teeth and usually breaks things that he keeps chewing. He’s broken multiple pencils, pens, and has even bitten a massive chunk out of his E.X.I.T desk once because of this (based of the time a kid in my class bit so hard on his pen that he broke it)

Fries has a really bad fear of the dark that’s been with him ever since he was a kid and every single time he is in the dark, he always acts like he’s unafraid until he hears something/someone and then he goes into the fetal position and bawls his eyes out

Puffball gets anxious and panicky in the dark only because they can’t see shit, but they don’t actually have a fear of the dark

Barf bag has trouble walking because her knee keeps dislocating and relocating all the time and is supposed to wear a knee brace to keep the knee in place but never wears it because she can’t be fucked having to readjust the brace every 10 minutes (based on me heavily projecting on the ‘Barf bag has a walking disability’ theory because 1. i actually really like this theory a lot and 2. i need a character to vent my frustrations)

Bell hates birds, not because they scare her or anything like that, its because they always get tangled up in her string and squawk until eventually it either set free, or unfortunately it passes (usually its set free and rarely ever dies). That and also birds love to shit all over Bell lmao

Naily likes knives and has a knife collection. Her favorite knife is a rainbow dagger that has a purple handle and the blade sorta resembles a heart

Fries has a tiny, fluffy, bobtail cat named “Puffy” (named after Puffball because the kitten reminds him of them). Puffball found out this and was offended. Not because of the name, but because Fries never told them about the kitten because Puffball absolutely LOVES cats

Tennis ball has a intense fear of dogs, running away from one in fear any single time he sees one. This includes small puppies aswell. Golf ball found out this when he woke her up at 3 AM, begging for her to let him inside her house after being chased by a small toy poodle. (based off a fanfic i wrote a while ago)

Foldy likes jumpscaring people a lot because she finds it cute/funny. She’s had many things happen when she’s jumpscared someone, but by far one of the funniest things that has happened was Markers 5 second delayed scream of death

Puffball really likes hugs but is often to embarrassed to ask anyone for a hug

Bell has a bad habit of subconsciously whacking someone in the face when she gets scared. One time Puffball scared her by accident and gave them a concussion

Profily often cries themself to sleep because nobody ever seems to remember them, not even their own family (the only person who remembers him is Announcer speaker box and they are 100% in a relationship because i said so [fact])

Puffball is really scared of sleeping but tries their best to hide the fear by pretending to be asleep until everyone is asleep and then just does whatever. Golfball found out and now tries her best to make Puffball calm and tired so they can fall asleep without being absolutely terrified.

Puffball likes flying higher than anyone else to seem taller than everyone they know

thats about it! sorry most of them are of my fav characters lol [cries] I'll make another post with more headcannons later on :)

[robbybirdy]

38. Baking therapy on a budget ft. Genshin Characters: Mona - Follow the Star Pie

Hello, every birdy. Today we are going to be making something that was extremely easy and honestly didn’t cost anything for me. And it probably won’t cost anything for you either. All you have to do is make so cider and use the applesauce, or apple pulp from it. And put that in between two pie crusts. 

The character in question: is Mona (Mo-na). She is a frugal astrologist from Modnstandt. When the player first plays. We are thought to believe that she doesn’t have much Mora, Genshins Money system,  to her name. However, that is not the case. She has some Mora to her name, she just doesn’t have much on her person. 

With that being said, her favorite food is a salad. The reason for this is that it is cheap, easy to whip up and it is filling. I thought for a while about what her recipe would be and as a spur of the moment. I thought that an Apple Pie recipe using some leftover applesauce would be the best. Because I literally didn’t have to buy anything for it. 

For this recipe, I followed the Apple Pie Recipe that I have been using since I was a young child. I would always help my mom with the pies on Thanksgiving. And this recipe has been the same ever since. We always go with the Betty Crocker “Scrumptious Apple Pie” Recipe.  While also using their Pie crust recipe. 

Both recipes and the measurements will be down below. Feel free to check it out for yourselves. 

For the Pie crust, you will need 

Flour

Salt 

Shortening 

Ice water

For the filling, you will need:

Sugar

Flour

Cinnamon

Nutmeg

Salt 

Applesauce

Butter or margarine 

The first thing that we are going to be doing is the pie crust. You can, however, just use the store-bought pie crust. 

In a medium-sized bowl, you are going to mix together your flour and salt. Cut in your shortening using either a pastry blender or two table knives. You want this mixture to look like small peas. Now, add your ice water 1 tablespoon at a time. Tossing with a fork, or your clean hand. You will want to do this until all of the flour is moistened and the pastry almost cleans the side of the bowl. You may need 1-2 more tablespoons. 

Next, you are going to place your dough on a lightly floured surface. And gather it into a ball. Divide your dough in half, and flatten both rounds. Wrap it in plastic wrap and place it in the refrigerator for 45 minutes. Or the freezer for about 15 minutes. 

This is where you can have fun with colors if you want to, just remember to wear gloves so that your hands don’t get stained.  I colored my bottom pie crust blue, in honor of the night sky. And then with the top pie crust, I divided that into 4 equal parts. And colored them, yellow, green, and yellow-green. To represent the stars in the sky. 

The filling is really easy. And it really didn’t take that long to put together. 

I grabbed the apple sauce that I had in my refrigerator and I put that in a bowl. To the applesauce, I added a little bit of sugar. ¼ cup of flour. A tiny bit of cinnamon and nutmeg, because the applesauce already had some spices in it. And a little bit of salt. Stir everything together and let it sit. 

Preheat your oven to 425F. 

Grab your dough from the freezer or the fridge, and begin rolling it out to the size pie pan you have. 

Place the apple sauce mixture on top of the bottom crust. 

Now is the fun part. Starting with one of the colors, you are going to roll it out to a thickness you desire. Get yourself a star cookie cutter, and just start cutting out the pie crust as if it were a sugar cookie. 

Repeat this step until the pie is covered. Don’t worry if you have leftover dough. Just make them little dots, and they can be stars too. 

Place your pie tin onto a cookie sheet so that you won’t have to clean up any spillage that might accrue. It most likely won’t happen with this pie, however, I like a quick and easy cleanup. 

Bake your pie for 40 to 50 minutes or until the crust is brown and the juice begins to bubble. Because you are using applesauce, it won’t exactly bubble. However, you will know when it has been done because it has the same kinda consistency of as a Pumpkin Pie. 

I had a lot of fun with this recipe. I knew that I wanted to do something fun with Mona’s because I really didn’t want to do another salad. Not that I dislike salads or anything. But they are just hard to write about. “Just put random vegetables together on a plate and put your desired dressing on. “ Just a bit boring. 

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out down below. See you in the next recipe. Thank you.

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[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

What if the AU boys swapped clothes and places with the recruiter boys without telling anyone as a prank? I like to think once things are back they realize something's up and happened while that happened, one of which I'll give to you

AU Boys' GFs (after the swap): Well, this is a shock

Mal/Jack/Joe/Vince: Hm? Me kissing you?

AU Boys' GFs: Yeah. I mean, you kind of spent last week not even kissing me let alone a make out session. You even looked away when I took a bath

Mal/Jack/Joe/Vince: *silently has new respect for the guys*

It was Au Jack’s idea, he wanted to see how many people they can trick and compare lives.

His brothers had weren't so sure about it, especially if their mom and grandma can sense if it wasn't them, but Jack waved them off and retorted that she won't say anything if it's in good nature. It took time but they agreed.

Since they basically look alike they don't need to change anything except for Apple, Malfie and Jack. Au Jack and Malachite managed to buy multiple washable tattoos replicating their own, but him and Vince had to pierce their counterparts ears.

"Are you two sure you know what your doing?" Apple questioned as he and Malfie laid down with ice cubes on their ears as they wait for Vince and Mal heat the needles. The rest were at the sides waiting.

"Relax, me and Vince pierce our friends ears as well as some family friends." Malachite reassured, finally sterilizing the needles.

"It's true, they're the ones who did Vera and Jane's ears." Dante added.

Malfie and Apple weren't convinced but they came this far.

"Now, on the count of three remove the ice cubes." Vince instructed with a lemon and needle in hand.

"1."

"2."

"3."

Screams were heard that day.

Once they were all given a brief lecture to do and what not do they were ready.

Dalmatia had pleasant time talking to Dante's mother at dinner, she didn't realize her son was switched which was good and now had to sit while the woman piled his plate and talking about her new project.

"Darling are they even feeding you in school? Here have more, you look too skinny. Also, after school you have to help get some new fabrics for fashion line that's coming up."

"Yes, mum."

"Hey brat, pass the sauce." Cece asked. There was pause with the four other males, wondering who was she talking too. Dinner with the Kemnohitos was something, for one most of the time they had to use chopsticks. They were thankful they were taught some Japanese etiquette before coming.

"Well? Jack?" That brought them back to life.

"Huh? Oh yeah, here sis." He gave her the small bowl. She raised an eyebrow at him but took it.

"Boys are you okay? You all have been acting strangely." The mother asked, concern in her eyes.

"We're fine mom, nothing to worry about." Malfie replied, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Maybe their girls have been blue balling them." Nadia snickered. Joe yelled in protest, that seemed to be normal cause she just stuck her tongue out to him.

The next morning the boys were woken up early by the girls, saying they had to work out. They thought nothing and thought it was like jogging or something like that.

They were so wrong.

It was a brutal combat exercise, where they had to not only train with sandbags on tied on their body and fight dummies, they had to spar with the girls who were just ruthless.

By the end of it they were on the ground sweating heavily.

Thankfully something like this was normal and they weren't questioned.

As they got their bags they noticed the girls were kissing the woman on the head and getting their heads patted by the grandmother, it felt weird doing it but it was nice.

So far so good.

Meanwhile the Kemonohito brothers and Dante were doing the best they can to not get notice by other recruits. In the hotel they stayed they had a gym which the brothers used for their daily exercised but were caught by Farja who immediately questioned them. It was hard to speak to someone who looked so much like their sister but Vince gave her an excuse about being more fit which was fine with her.

They tried they're best to act like their counterparts, but they can't help but slip.

Such as Au Joe and Vince braiding Farja's hair with flowers, Au Jack jumping on Ms. Hades' back and demanding a piggyback ride, Malachite kissing PS's forehead when she's upset and Dante buying take out and throwing it on Lady Hock's and Veil's faces thinking they would catch it.

While the girls thought they were being weird, Ms. Hades had sneaking suspicion.

With work however was another story, they came to their shows enough times to get what they're doing but in all honesty and respect to them, they found this a bit embarrassing.

But they tried to bear with it and by the third day they couldn't take it anymore.

So as everyone was getting ready for the show, the boys were preparing as well. Once the audience was in place they got started.

Everyone including the rest of the recruits and hosts were taken aback when music blasted through the speakers.

🎵Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey🎵

Mr. V wanted scold them for doing such a stunt but he can't deny it was attracting a large crowd and everyone was loving it, including the other hosts.

The female recruits however had a nagging feeling when they saw the performance but didn't say anything cause it was working and confirming Ms. Hades' thoughts.

At the end of the song, the boys simply introduced themselves ad who they're villains were.

"So what do you think?" Malachite asked through the mike. "Is the villains world more alluring than the heroes?"

He received a chorus of multiple yes's. He grinned.

"Then join us in our world, where you can experience sin without consequence." He finished with a wink, earning multiple screaming fangirls.

Once the show was done, Mr. V came up to them with a frown.

"I want to be mad at you guys for doing this but since it was a major success and everyone loved it, continue."

The boys blinked at his words and slowly nodded. After that they went back to the hotel.

Ms. Hades came up to them, and gave Dante a piece of paper and left, curious they opened it.

'If we have to got our villains, be sure compose yourselves and do not slip' Was all it said. The boys froze but were on guard.

They preformed for four more days, getting more and more people to join and at the same time making Mr. V rich. (He began charging), until it as time to go to their villains.

Vince had to suffer the Evil Queen's vanity and give her compliments every thirty minutes and gather ingredients for her potions, which wasn't bad just tiring.

Malachite had to try his hardest on acting as Malfie, which was difficult itself. Maleficent kept looking at him oddly but said nothing.

Honestly nothing changed for Au Jack so kept acting like normal so the Queen of Hearts didn't notice anything. But sometimes he would use any long material as drumming sticks and drum, which caught the attention of the other soldiers but they said nothing nd thought he was letting out steam.

Au Joe had to use a potion to turn himself to an octopus, both amazed and scared him. Ursula barely noticed anything so he was good, except the eels who glared at him.

Dante was an amazing help to Cruella with her designs. She loved how each and everyone of them were so alien and yet stylish. Horace and Jasper didn't notice anything different.

So far none of the villains notice thing which eases them, well almost.

Jack, Joe, Vince and Mal had some anxiety hen they remembered that their other selves have to spend time with their gfs to not arouse suspicion. They were praying hard that they won't overstep any boundaries.

Once the week was over, the boys swapped clothes and went back to their respective homes and nothing seemed to change.

That was until they went back to school.

The brothers found their gfs by the school stairs and made a sneak attack to kiss them.

"Oh my, what a shock." Commented Elodie.

"What? Me kissing you?"

"Actually, all of you guys for like a week." Zuri replied.

????

Their girlfriends quickly dragged them away from their friends and sisters.

Stephanie explained that the boys were oddly chaste with them, refraining from kissing them and just accepted cuddles.

Misty added that Joe had look away when she showered.

Roxy admitted it was weird and missed the intimacy.

Meanwhile their bfs were giving the other guys silent respect.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Go For Broke

Pairing → Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Characters → Brief mentions of Knives Out characters (maybe?)

Summary → A little bet has big consequences.

Word Count → 2.7k

Warnings → 18+, Swearing, Smut, Angst

Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

Prompts → Bee's 7K of the Week Challenge; Monday - Ransom Drysdale, Tuesday - Smangst, Friday - Work Function, Saturday - The Dating Bet, (a blink of a praise kink for Sunday).

AFG2021 Square Fill→ "I said 'be sexy', not be a fucking blowfish" @anyfandomgoesbingo

A/N → As I mentioned above, this is for @negans-lucille-tblr writing challenge - congrats on 7k baby!! (I even kept it under 3k for you it wasn't going to be!) This is my first time writing for Ransom, and it doesn't have any connection to Knives Out, it's an AU.

As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated💕

Firefly’s Masterlist

You carried two steaming mugs of coffee and nudged the ajar door open with your foot to Ransom’s office. He had leant back on the large leather chair and was taking in the views through the floor to ceiling windows.

He spun round in his chair and you were hit with the scent of his cologne, it had your stomach fluttering with butterflies. His legs parted wide, and the sight was something to behold; the thickness of his thighs and the way his large hand rubbed the top of one.

It was never going to happen between you two. He was Ransom Drysdale, a well-known playboy and skirt chaser. And you, you were his assistant.

He wasn’t the type of man you were after. You wanted someone permanent, someone, that wasn’t just a fuck buddy. But at least you got a little something for the spank bank every now and then.

“Like what you see?” You were caught red-handed by his crystal blue eyes and the lopsided smirk that you adored.

You brought the iPad in front of him to life, “This is your schedule for today. Harlan said that he’s rescheduled the board meeting with Walt to next week so we can relax a little bit. Said there was something to do with taking a risk or gamble?”

Ransom’s head snapped up, and his tongue darted out across his lip, a nervous tick that you’d long ago discovered. You felt a warmth bloom at your core and tried to hide the way your thighs nestled together to ease the growing heat.

Ransom scooted backwards in his chair and announced, “I need to get out of here.”

“You’ve just arrived, you can’t play hooky, you’re the boss.” You protested.

“That’s exactly why I can,” Ransom asserted and pulled his coat back on. “Let’s get lunch at that diner we went to last month. It’s quiet and nobody knows me there.”

You had become used to the whirlwind that Ransom brought with him the second he entered a room, but this was different. He seemed on edge rather than angry and you weren’t sure what had happened in the ten minutes you were away making a coffee.

“But I just made us coffee.” You pouted at him; he knew that you needed that delicious nectar.

“I’m buying lunch now get your coat,” Ransom demanded.

You rolled your eyes and did what you were told, much to your chagrin.

Ransom had driven like a mad man in his classic beamer to get you to Ruby’s Diner in record time. You scolded him once or twice when he just missed the red lights. But he didn’t seem to relax like he usually did when he entered.

All was forgiven when the waitress placed two steaming plates of burgers and milkshakes on the table. You were in heaven and thanked the waitress as you dunked a chip in the sauce.

“What is wrong with you today?” You asked.

“What are you talking about? I’m just being my usual self.” Ransom shook his head and threw the raggedy napkin across the table away from him.

You remained silent and continued to eat, allowing him to stew over whatever it was that was eating at him. It didn’t take you long to demolish your lunch, but Ransom still hadn’t touched his food. All he had done since you told him off was chew on his lip and glared at the sugar dispenser.

“Okay, seriously, you need to start talking.” You challenged.

He sighed and dragged a hand down his face, “Okay, but you can’t freak out.”

“What did you do?” Your eyes went wide as your mind ran wild with all the crazy things that he could possibly do in the last twenty-four hours.

Ransom looked up at you and laughed, “I can’t take you seriously right now.”

“What?” You frowned, feeling a mixture of confusion painted across your features.

His hand gripped your chin and his thumb swiped away at the sauce that you’d long forgotten. The heat on your cheeks grew tenfold and you coughed when he hadn’t removed his hand from your jaw.

“Ah yeah sorry. Sauce.” He stammered.

You smirked, you’d never seen him this worked up before, what had gotten into him, “So?”

“Okay, don’t fucking freak out on me but someone in the office wanted to make a bet with me. About you.”

You stared at him, all of your thoughts emptied out into the diner, “I’m sorry, what? I think you need to say a bit more than that.”

Ransom explained how one of your co-workers approached him and placed a bet that he wouldn’t be able to bed you before the corporate summer party.

“Who the fuck was it?” You growled; hands clenched on the edge of the seat.

“I’m not telling, I don’t want you to start a fight. You’re my favourite pers-assistant.” Ransom shook his head and began to nibble on the fries. His face screwed up at the realisation they were cold.

“Hold on. You agreed, didn’t you?” Your heart raced.

“I did. I have a reputation to uphold.” He smirked, “and was worth it, you should see your face right now.”

You scowled harder, “how much was the bet?”

“Ten thousand.” He shrugged.

“Fuckin’ hell Ransom, you’re cocksure, aren’t you?” You laughed at him, “why did you accept it?”

“That’s loose change to me.” Ransom shrugged and brought the replaced milkshake to his lips, tongue curling around the straw.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I want half.” You explained, mirroring his action with your own milkshake.

Ransom choked on his drink and quickly rushed out his words, “you what?”

“We aren’t having sex, Ransom.” You rolled your eyes and placed the drink down, “If they ask, I’ll just say we did. It keeps your reputation intact. No harm, no foul.”

“They want proof.” He raises his eyebrow.

“Fuck sake, okay. Come over to mine tomorrow night and we’ll take some fake dirty pictures.” Without waiting for a response, you stepped out of the booth, “Now, I do have some work to do and funnily enough, so do you.”

“Anyone would think you were the boss.” Ransom playfully sulked and placed some money on the table.

“I might as well be.” You gestured towards the door, “Move it.”

The black baby doll was just perfect for this photo session. It was a little see-through, but your modesty was covered with the lace detailing skimming the tops of your thighs. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but you had to get this over with sooner or later. With one final look in the mirror, you steeled your nerves and opened the bathroom door and slowly walked to your bedroom.

“Hello,” You anxiously stuttered, “Where do you want me?”

Ransom’s eyes darkened at the sight of you, his large hands rubbing along his thick thighs, just the way you had admired yesterday. You internally berated yourself, this wasn’t sex. It was all fake. It was an easy win for you both - Ransom kept his reputation and you got a nice little pot of gold for a rainy day, or week.

“Just lay down on the bed and look sexy.” He commented, unhelpfully.

You nodded and shuffled around until you found a comfortable position, with your arms draped above you. It didn’t feel sexy, it felt awkward and uncomfortable. Why is this so hard? You took a deep breath and tried to relax your body and turned to face Ransom. He’d moved the left side of the bed, his phone in hand ready to take the shot.

“Ready?” Ransom asked, and you thought you saw a sparkle of sincerity in his eyes with his one worded question.

“Yes,” you said and gave him your best pout and ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“I said ‘be sexy’, not be a fucking blowfish.” Ransom snapped.

You bolted up from your position, kneeling on the edge of the bed to get back on his level but it was no use, the man was still towering over you, “I’m trying, I’m not exactly in the mood.”

Ransom raised his brow from above, and you hadn’t quite realised how close you were to him, his stomach mere inches from your chest. The lack of response grated on you, his face was irritating, and you were ready to shove the five grand up his ass.

“Actually, this could work.” Ransom pulled off his shirt and revealed the tight muscles. Your anger morphed into desire; you wanted to reach forward and touch him but kept your hands refrained at your sides. “Now, look up at me and bite your lip.”

“Perfect.” He smiled down at you and cupped your face. His thumb stroked the apple of your cheek and paired with his words; a shiver ran down your spine.

Instinctively, you bit down your lip and unbuckled his belt to the sound of the camera shutter. Hands traced Ransom’s abdomen and he sucked in a breath as you stroked a sensitive spot.

“Sorry,” you mumbled and looked up at him, “maybe we should have some photos where your face is in it too?”

Ransom didn’t need to be asked twice, he pulled down his chinos and exposed his thick muscular thighs. Your mouth watered and warmth bloomed in your tummy at the sight of the black Calvin Klein’s hugging his groin.

You rearranged your position to lie down amongst the sheets while Ransom crawled onto the bed to kneel between your legs. His hand cupped under your knee and hoisted one of them up to his hip.

“You might need to take this one,” he handed the phone to you.

Just as you went to take the photograph, Ransom’s other hand slid underneath the baby doll. It sent another wave of pleasure through your body. His smooth hands stooped just beneath your breast and it almost made you whimper. Almost.

With an attempt to gather your bearings, you decided to focus on his phone and snap a few pictures of this new position. But seeing those little images captured and whizz into the corner made you want more. There was no point denying it as you felt the tell-tale signs of your arousal between your legs. But did Ransom want it?

Ransom moved the sheer material up and lifted your leg higher, over his shoulder. Before you could ask what, he was doing, his body dipped down, his lips so close to pressing against your stomach. Oh god. Your body instantly betrayed you as your hand went straight into his messy short locks eliciting a deep groan from Ransom. His hot breath fanned across your skin, goosebumps raising in its flow.

You took some more pictures, feeling the wetness pooling in your panties, the heat growing and growing up your body. Ransom returned to kneeling and you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, and you finally got your answer. He did want it.

A mischievous smirk replaced the smile on your lips, “you’ll want to take these.”

You sat up and turned around so that you were kneeling in front of him and giving a great view of your behind. Ransom couldn’t restrain himself, his hands instantly gripped at your hips and pulling you back towards him. He growled and you whimpered as he rutted between your cheeks.

“Ransom, the photos?” You sang out and smirked into the pillow.

“Oh yeah, right.” Ransom spluttered and began to take the photographs from this new position then you heard the soft thud of the phone dropping onto the mattress, “hang on a minute.”

Gracefully, he spun you around and managed to get underneath you to seat you just above his hips. You were entranced by the dark lust-filled eyes that studied your body, following the hands that skimmed along your waist.

His touch sent sparks across the exposed skin of your chest, his fingers toying with the lace trim as they descended the plunging neckline and over your breasts. You rocked against his stomach, giving you just a little bit of pleasure from the friction at your core.

Ransom bolted upright, one arm wrapping around you while his other hand brought you closer until his mouth met yours. The kiss was heated, it pulled you deeper into the need for more, to have him deep inside of you. Ransom’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip, demanding access and you obliged without hesitation.

You’d only thought of him, like this, late at night and alone. It was nothing compared to your wildest fantasies to have him kissing you like this or to feel him hard beneath you. You squirmed to feel him better, but he broke the kiss.

“Sorry,” He panted.

Your stomach plummeted at the thought of him regretting what had barely started, “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have,” Ransom avoided eye contact and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more than you already had done, “we just got carried away.”

“Ransom, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will kick you out.” You raised your eyebrow in a challenge.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Chatter and laughter filled the gaps of the song blasting through the speakers set up around the roof terrace. The large projector screen reeled through photographs of colleagues, in and out of work, successes in the tabloids and social media. Pool water splashed over the edges with each dive-bomb or flirtatious swish between colleagues. You watched on behind the sunglasses and relished in the sunshine beating down. It was rare to have such perfect weather and you wanted to soak up as much of the rays as you could.

The moment you spotted Ransom talking to a few people over at the bar, you thought now would be the best time to approach him. It had been a few hours since you arrived, and you only last saw him the morning before, and a few weeks since that first night. You both wanted to take things slow, it wasn’t how you expected things to happen but neither of you regretted it.

The nearer you got to the bar, you suddenly felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. Side glances from the Marketing girls, a laugh, and a grimace from a few others. Then you saw Ransom rushing up to you but also looking behind.

Before he reached you, you spun around to the projector and saw a display of all the photos you and Ransom had taken that night. Your stomach dropped, nausea taking over until you were about to collapse on the floor.

Hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you on the spot. You looked at the terrified gaze of Ransom. His lips were moving but your ears buzzed with the hum of blood pumping through. Unable to process what had happened, you tried to escape. To get away from the people that were staring, gawking, at you. At you and Ransom on the screen and then down to the pair by the bar.

“Please talk to me,” Ransom pleaded, “I didn’t know that’s what she was going to do.”

“Did you sleep with her?” You asked, your mind reeling with how this could be a vendetta against Ransom, and you’re caught in the crossfire.

Ransom’s eyes widened, “Yeah, probably a year ago.”

“You fuckin’ idiot. Get out of my way.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.

“Can I come with you?” He asked face paled.

You scowled, “No. Move.”

Ransom followed you, weaving between the crowds of sniggers and laughter. You could hear him pleading, almost begging for you to stop but you refused. You needed to get out of there and he was making it more difficult.

You skimmed the edge of the pool and Ransom grabbed your bicep, attempting to stop and turn you around. Without a second thought, you spun and shoved him. He fell backwards into the pool with a great splash. It only made you feel good for a split second until he resurfaced.

“Consider this my notice, I quit.” You turned on your heel and left the party, your job and Ransom behind.

The End.

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I Like Having You Here, Daya x Willow - Arso

A/N: its been a while since i've been this downbad but here we are... i just want the best for willow. that's it that's the fic.

TW: descriptions of chronic illness 

Tomorrow was the day. The biggest night any of the five girls have had thus far. They were going to find out, after all these weeks, who would be crowned America’s next drag super star in one of the craziest seasons yet. It may have dragged on and on for the fans, but for the girls it was a different story. And for Willow? It happened in the speed of light.

It was nice that after all the gigs, meet n greets, touring, photo shoots, and just general chaos that the cast were back together again. And in Vegas of all places.

After the mayhem that ensued at the reunion, it was clear Willow needed a place to rest and gather her thoughts. She’d be lying if the “fast life” over the past few months didn’t take its toll on both her brain and her body. She forgets that she needs to take a beat for herself and by the time she realizes it -it’s already too late. She’s burned out. Her body can’t quite keep up with her brain as much as she would want it to and that frustrates her to no end.

Kornbread was currently in Willows room with Maddy and Daya and she couldn’t keep track of the conversation to save her life. She was seated on the bed, criss cross apple sauce against the head board. Kornbread sat next to her, Daya sat on a chair at the foot of her bed, and Maddy on the other chair.

The trio could be talking about anything from the conspiracy of the moon landing to the Pythagorean theorem and it’ll all would’ve sounded the same to her. She wished she could present. But she simply can’t. Not with the way her hands were shaking lightly in her folded arms mixed with the heavy brain fog and fatigue that seemed to have a chokehold on every fiber of her being.

“Wait, Willow, girl are you even listening?” Kornbreads voice sliced the air and snapped her out of her thoughts, “we’re tryna talk about what our favorite runways are of each other!”

Willow finally met the other girls eyes, reading the expressions of all three of them: Confusion, concern, then of course pity.

“Mmmfine, sorry.” Willow barely mumbled out, eyes locking on Daya. Her face was the most neutral, at least from what she could tell. But there was a glint in her eye she couldn’t quite place? Either way it started to help ease the heavy pressure in her head just the smallest of bits.

“Baby, you don’t look fine…” Kornbread started, gently placing her hand on her knee.

“Yeah,” Maddy agreed, “do you need water or anything? Meds?”

Willow knew they meant well, of course they did. They were her sisters after all. But she did not have the energy to even begin to explain what was going on with her or how she was feeling.

“Hey guys, why don’t I meet you in Kornbreads room in a bit?” Daya immediately spoke up, seemingly taken charge of the situation.

Kornbread eyed Willow, silently asking if she was okay with this, to which she nodded. That’s all her girl needed to get the message.

“C’mon Maddy, let’s go find Mrs. Morphosis.” She gave a reassuring pat to Willows knee and got up. She heard a soft “feel better” from Maddy which was echoed by Kornbread and the two were out the door.

Willow internally, or not so internally, let out a sigh of relief at the already more still energy in the room. She loved her sisters, each and every last one of them, but she was in no shape to be perceived and expected to perform in any way.

“Thanks for that.” She thanked the taller girl, trying her best to give Daya a pleasant smile despite of how she felt.

“Don’t even worry about it, Will,” Daya immediately played off, not a single edge to her voice. She swiftly got off her chair and sat sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I know when my body starts to fight me the last thing I want is an audience.” She added, laying down on the bed on her stomach, feet in the air, and looking up at Willow.

Willow met her eyes once again and she understood. She’s seen Daya get heavy on her feet, slurring her words, stumbling to her kit. She’s seen her poke her finger followed by drinking a coke. She has seen the shakiness in her hands subside before her eyes. It’s not the same, no. But she gets it.

“Yeah it just… gets a lot sometimes.” Willow trailed off, placing her hands in her lap.

“Yeah,” Daya echoed, placing her hand on top of the lightly shaking ones and rubbing her thumb across the smaller hands, “it does.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

Willow thought for a moment, going through a mental checklist. “Um, could you close the curtains?”

Daya nodded, a quick “mmhmm!” escaped her lips, and she softly got up. She didn’t want to cause too much movement/momentum.

“Anything else?” She asked gently as she closed the blinds, turning back to look at Willow.

“Could you maybe help me take off my shoes? I know I shouldn’t have worn them on the bed I just… wanted to sit as soon as possible.”

Daya wordlessly walked over to Willow, untying the laces of her sneakers and placed them on the ground next to the desk.

“Thank you.” Willow smiled, this time more genuinely. Daya immediately reciprocated the smile.

“Of course!” She softly sad down on the bed next to Willow once more, their shoulders now touching.

The smaller girl started to yawn, causing Daya to smile softly at herself. “Do you want me to leave?”

Willow shook her head, scooting down on the bed and under the covers. “No, I like having you here.”

“Okay then,” Dayas hand found its way to Willows hair. She softly started scratching her scalp. The girl was practically melting beneath her touch.

“Get some rest.” She uttered quietly.

Willow gave her a soft mumble before she completely passed out under Dayas touch.

Daya knew Kornbread would understand and was more than capable of keeping herself busy. And she knew she would understand. Because she wasn’t going anywhere. 

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Pax Romana; Part I

Author’s note: Hey everyone, here is the first part of this mini-series. I hope you like it! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN only for H. 

DISCLAIMER; I DONT KNOW ITALIAN! (only English, French and Spanish) I clearly used a translator. I am aware their translations are SHIT sometimes. Therefore I am sorry if I butcher it! I didn’t mean to!

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Harry Styles, can still recall the first day he was enthralled by her conspicuous beauty. At first, he reckoned he had done the unavoidable. He had moved to Italy for the summer, and he had managed to fall in love with an Italian girl; that he had never spoken to. He had only observed her from afar — too shy to ever think of approaching her. Nonetheless, the young woman was a sight to behold.  He promised himself that he would only watch from afar. It felt forbidden and somewhat illegal. The feeling that bubbled within him was enough reason to continue his study of her.

After his first visit to Italy, he had fallen in love with the country. Hence, why he had rented out a house in a coastal town. The country’s natural and effortless beauty inspired him to write new music for his upcoming album. The beautiful sunsets, the sunny mornings, the art, and the food brought peace and tranquility to him. It was the perfect place for him to hide — for a while.  It was on one of his morning runs; he first noticed her. 

She wore a bright yellow bikini that exposed most of her olive skin to the sun rays. She sat on a striped towel that she had laid out on the hot sand.  Her hair was slicked back and wet after she had dipped in the ocean to refresh her body. 

Of course, she never caught sight of his dilated pupils or the way he had leaned forward — lured by her beauty.  Her attention was preoccupied with a hardcover of Pride and Prejudice; that she had brought along as a source of entertainment for the day.  The young woman appeared too indulged in the printed words to notice his existence. 

He watched her for a few hours. Now and then he would remind himself of the hundred reasons why he shouldn’t approach. He had even managed to take a few steps towards her. Harry eventually removed himself as soon as it became too much. He had beaten the temptation. 

The first time he spoke to her was at a local restaurant. Harry had taken himself out on a late lunch date. He had dressed up nicely and had walked to the bistro. He noticed her presence after taking his first sip out of his freshly served Chardonnay. She sat on the table across from him. This time she wasn't submerged in a book. He could finally admire her natural beauty up close. The fullness of the apples of her cheeks, her long dark eyelashes, her red-tinted lips, and of course light sunburn on her upper cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. 

A few minutes later, her order had arrived. It was ricotta and mushroom stuffed ravioli in a black truffle sauce. She was stuffing her face when they made eye contact. Harry’s lips curved upwards creating a lopsided smile as she scrambled to clean the creamy sauce off her face. He hadn't said anything to her, but she already felt embarrassed. 

”Sono deliziosa?” He had done it. He couldn’t just watch her and pray she’d take the first step. It was time to put his Italian to the test. He had been practicing his Italian and even though he already had a few weeks on the Amalfi coast; he still struggled to comprehend. Harry only hoped she would be able to understand him.

”E molto deliziosa” She smiled at him for the first time. She beamed, radiating an intoxicating wave of warmth and happiness towards him. Her lips parted open for a split second but before she could utter a word the waiter approached. 

“Hai bisogno di qualcos’ altro?”  He was asking her if she needed anything else. She understood what he was asking, but she couldn’t remember how to say cheese.

“Fuck” she said under her breath. “Queso. Fromage. Cheese” She had forgotten how to speak. All her languages had mixed in one and the wires had crossed. “How do you say it?” She whispered under her breath, her cheeks warmed in embarrassment as the waiter tried to comprehend. 

“Formaggio. Ha bisogno di formaggio parmigiano, per favore” Harry interrupted, noticing her uneasiness and her inevitable embarrassment. He knew that it wasn’t his business and he shouldn’t have been listening to the conversation, but he had to help her. 

The waiter turned his attention to the young celebrity. He was also a bit surprised that Harry had spoken for her. He had seen that Harry kept to himself. He usually attended dinner on his own and hardly even bothered to use his phone. “Inmediatamente”. 

“Thank you” She thanked Harry as soon as the waiter had left in search of the parmesan cheese that she so craved. Harry’s excessive focus on watching the server carrying out her request had prevented him from realizing that she spoke perfect English. He had to stop himself from gasping when processed her delicate voice. She had an accent. Slight. Gentle. Barely-there and it wasn’t Italian. He would later learn that her R’s made it more prominent. 

“It’s alright. It happens” She instantly recognized who he was. Her heart raced for a minute or two, but she restrained herself from making a huge scene. After all, it was Harry Styles. Whom she considered, the most stylish man of her generation. The man could wear a curtain and still pull it off. “I am Harry” He rises a bit from his seat, extending his right hand. 

“Catalina” She shakes his hand with a smile. “So, what brings you here?” Even her name was attractive — he wondered. 

“Is’not obvious?” 

“Not really. Enlighten me” The stranger gives him a small smirk while placing her napkin over her lap after crossing her legs under the table. Harry purges his lips as he uses his index finger and thumb to slightly tug on his bottom lip. 

His whole plan to stay away from her had failed. Did he regret it?. Hell no! He just hoped he had chosen wisely. 

“The art” He reveals as he watches her cut one of her ravioli before putting it in her mouth. She responds by only nodding; too indulged in the explosion of flavors within her mouth. 

“Music?” She hums as she brings the glass of wine up to her mouth. “ I thought you were more of a  dolce far niente type of man” her mouth curved into a smile. Dolce far niente means pleasant relaxation in carefree idleness. Harry instantly identified the phrase from Julia Roberts's famous movie — Eat, Pray, Love. She remembered reading somewhere that he was a rom-com fan. 

“Are you?” He shot back. There was no doubt that he was intrigued by her. 

“Si” She shrugged as she pushed around some ravioli. 

“Then we have more in common than I thought, Catalina” Her name rolled off his tongue without any strain. It was as if he had been practicing for months. She had never heard her name sound so attractively. Sure, he had an accent, but it was still beautifully pronounced. 

Harry’s order arrived moments later. He had ordered the classic spaghetti bolognese. He grabbed his fork and knife and right before digging into the plate, he looked up at her. Catalina had been watching him since silence had fallen upon them. His smirk grew into a soft chuckle as their eyes met. She giggled at him and first noticed his dimples. She now understood everyone's obsession with his smile. 

“Would you join me?” Catalina spluttered after a few minutes of mentally debating with herself. She felt her heart beating in her throat and her hands dripping with sweat as other parts of her body. It was all very hot. 

Catalina wasn’t the type of woman to initiate conversation. She rarely even texts first!. Her excuse is usually that she doesn’t want to bother or interrupt. In reality, she is scared shitless to make a fool out of herself. Therefore, she was quite surprised by herself to have asked him to have dinner together. 

Harry cocked his head with his lips pursed. To her, he looked very pensive as if he was making a big decision. She didn’t blame him. He was on vacation and the last thing he wanted was to be photographed with a random girl and for questions to be asked. Although, he had already agreed in his mind. He just couldn’t come across as desperate. Even though he was. Harry wanted to know more. 

His fingers tucked his clothed napkin into the collar of his shirt. A chuckle left his lips as he pushed his seat back and raised on his feet. He held his plate and utensils with one hand while his glass of wine with the other. 

“So, where are you from?” Harry was first to ask, as he twisted his spaghetti around his folk. Catalina leaned back on her seat, her fingers clenching around her wine glass as she finished swallowing. “I am English” he laughs as if his accent didn’t give it away. 

“Really? Bet my life you were Italian” Catalina bantered 

“What gave it away?” 

“The facial hair and the good head of locks” Harry grinned covering his face with his hands, feeling his cheeks heating up. He felt ridiculous for blushing at such a minuscule compliment. “But anyway, I was born in South America, but raised in Spain by my aunt”. She revealed playing with the small droplets around the cup of ice water that had been forgotten. 

“And what are you doing here?” 

“I study here” She had just finished her first semester. “Well not here, but in Rome. I am majoring in art history”.

The not so strangers sat for hours and indulged in one more bottle of wine. Harry encouraged her to pick but she politely refused. She said that she hadn’t spent enough time in Italy to know what was best. 

She told him about her parents. Her father had walked out on her mother after she had told him that she was expecting. Catalina also shared with him how she felt after losing her mother to cancer when she was only ten. She was quite surprised at herself. She had never shared so much with anyone. Let alone, someone she had met that same night. Harry brought her some kind of comfort that she had no idea she needed. 

Harry listened to her. She hadn’t finished speaking and answering his previous question and he already had another one formulated. He liked hearing her speak. She allowed him to pick at her brain and he liked what he saw. She was driven, independent, somewhat lonely, but incredibly smart. Catalina was also unbelievably wise for her age. 

“What about you? Is fame all you thought it would be?” Catalina asked moments after they had been kicked out of the restaurant. They eventually had to close. Harry held what was left of the bottle as they walked down the isolated streets. 

“That’s a heavily loaded question” He chuckled, “It’s way more complicated and difficult. I think I expected to never feel lonely by the continuous abundance of people around me. But in reality, sometimes it feels lonelier than when I was just Harry” Harry shrugged, masking the pain that the vulnerability that he suddenly felt.

“I get it. The screams and faces don’t match the number of people close to you” Catalina was not famous but she could understand where he was coming from. Sure, her aunt had raised her, but she had felt lonely for most of her life. Her mother's death had felt a gaping hole in her life that no one has ever been able to fulfill. 

“M’not ungrateful for my friends but I do feel lonely. I guess I haven't found what I am looking for” Harry flashed her a reassuring smile as they walked down to the main road. “Let me help yeh” He had seen her struggling to walk over the cobblestone streets. She wore low heel sandals that complemented the white satin dress that she has opted for. Unfortunately, the heels were thin enough to slip through the stones making her overly cautious where she stepped. 

Harry switched the bottle to his other hand and offered his hand for her to take. She stopped momentarily and stared at his massive hands. They were bare. His famous rings were missing as if they had gone on a vacation too. She took his hand and was slightly surprised at their softness. She had expected them to be rough but they were quite the opposite. 

“Thank you” 

“No problem” He wanted to spend more time with her. He wished that the night wasn’t ending. “I would invite you for some gelato, but it’s quite late. I doubt there is any place opened” 

“How long are you staying?” Catalina asked as she noticed them approaching the entrance of her hotel. 

“A few more weeks” the splendor of the lights of the entrance of the hotel illuminated her features. Harry couldn’t help thinking how lovely she looked. 

“I’ve had a lovely time. Will I see you tomorrow?” 

“M’not planning on goin anywhere” Catalina reached up, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder, she kissed his cheek. 

“I’ll see you around then” She gave him a little wave as she walked her way through the doors. She would later realize that she hadn’t only kissed him because it was part of her culture and tradition but because he managed to ignite a flame within her — that one had ever done before. 

[kaylathekittykat225]

Carnival Ride of Horror // Steve Harrington x Reader

Carnival of Horror // SH

Warning/s: Cursing, laughing at inappropriate times, (very minimal) mentions/implications of abuse/stalking (just wanna warn, its super small but just in case!)

Word Count: 3.5k

Hey guys! It’s been a bit since I’ve written, lemme tell you, life has been kinda crappy and its just a little less crappy now! So I decided to start pecking at the keyboard again and this is what came of it! This lovely person requsted this work and I just got around to starting to really write because I had a free week. Anywhoodles, it’s good to write something again and I hope yall enjoy it!

Again thank you for this idea @seraphiiii

omg i came across your post about writing ideas in my feed and got so excited to see both steve harrington and young justice in the tags lmao. but i think a steve harrington x reader where reader and him go to an amusement park and reader is terrified of the rides so he’s like comforting her throughout them and encouraging her but also laughing (in a good natured way obvi) about how scared she is and stuff? i think that would be so cute!!

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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“Stevie, when we agreed to have a date night away from the kids, I didn't think we would be going into a mass of more kids.” As he pulled the keys out, you stared at the bright light shining machinery that had been set in the middle of a field outside the city. The annual summer fair had finally made its way to Hawkins, and it had left a buzz in the air as everyone planned when they would go, talked about what rides had come this year, who their ride buddy would be; it had been all the kids had been talking about for weeks. They put a day together the coming weekend to go as a group and they planned to drag Steve and you along on the off chance that they needed an “adult” to allow them on the rides.

Funny how they assumed either Steve or you knew how to adult.

“Cause I thought it would be a nice change from us just watching movies or having dinner.”

“Oh, so dino nuggets are no longer date-worthy for you.” Steve almost took you seriously, but he saw the grin that has graced your lips at your own comment. He relaxed a little knowing that you weren’t upset with his idea for date night, but he had always wanted to kiss someone at the top of a Ferris Wheel, and he would do anything to get you to the top of the rotating ride.

“So, you’re not mad that I chose here for tonight?” You shook your head and pulled at the door handle separating the two of you from the outside life.

“Of course not Stevie, I just thought it was an interesting choice.” The smile you chose to have was one that hopefully convinced him that you were okay with where the pair of you were going, even if you weren’t happy with the choice.

You can be happy with the idea of going to a carnival as long as you don’t go on-”Cool, so what ride do you want to do first?”

“Shit.” The world slipped out before you could stop yourself as Steve finished paying for your tickets and asked what you had said. “Nothing just kicked myself. Um…” You looked around frantically for something to do that wasn’t flashing brightly and spinning faster than the legal highway speed. “Let’s go over there!”

Steve followed your hand as he saw you point towards the stands of games that were rigged and way too fricking expensive, but he would do it for you. “Alright, starting out with some games I see, I like it.”

The two of you ran through a few of the games, most of them where Steve got way too into it and you had to step between them as he tried screaming that he deserved that stuffed bear/pony/cat/fish, because he almost had it every single time. He did beat out the basketball one, one of the last ones the two of you did on that strip, bolstering his confidence just enough to get him into a cheery enough mood.

“Alright! We played some games, and let the crazies test out the rides so I’m pretty sure they won’t break down on us. Which one should we do first? They got a drop tower, or how about the pit viper swings? Or, or, or how about we…” The night had been going enjoyable up until Steve turned to the rides you had managed to distract him from and pointed at the glowing and fast-moving monsters.

“How about we do the haunted walk over there?” Steve followed your pointing finger with a quizzical look, he hadn’t really taken note of the scary attraction before, never thought to really look to it with everything else going on. “I bet it won’t even be scary to us after everything we’ve been through right ha.”

You took off with a dry laugh without waiting for a response from him; his cries were head behind you, but the haunted house looked better than anything else around you. “Y/N.” He called you again, but you walked faster. By the time you got to the stairs leading into the building, you were practically running up them to get into the dark house with smoke billowing out of it.

“Y/N!” Your name was the last thing you heard before diving through the door and physically bumping into one of the scarers dressed as a zombie. He seemed nice, breaking character enough to ask if you were okay before you had already turned the corner and left him behind too.

Twisting and turning, you didn’t pay much mind to the screaming witches, zombies, skeletons, or anything that happened all around you; over the music and screaming, you could vaguely hear your name, giving you an indication that Steve followed you.

Not too far in, you found a quieter corner with only a couple cobwebs around it where you quickly ducked back into and tried pressing yourself into it deeper, hoping to watch Steve walk right by you.

Why the hell were you running from your boyfriend? You gained a sense of logic for a second where you paused. Why were you running? This was super childish of you and really had no reason. All Steve wanted to do was go on a few rides and you were being selfish and completely ruining what was going to be one of the few evenings you didn’t have to babysit the kids.

As the guilt started to swirl with your desire to not be found, you didn’t notice as the Frankenstein in the room had taken notice of you hiding in the corner and started to tromp over to you. “Hey, miss, you can’t be hiding in here, you gotta keep moving.”

“I’ll be out in a second, sir, let me just-” “You can’t be here-” “If you give me a second, I will leave as soon as I can-” “Miss you have to leave-” “Give me one dan minute-” “Y/N!”

Among all the screaming the Frankenstein and you had been doing was your name being called by a third and new voice along with a hand clasping onto your shoulder. Looking to the hand, you saw the unmistakable outline of the man you were hiding from. “There you are babe, why were you running off.” Just looking at the Frankenstein’s demeanor, you could tell he went into defense mode suddenly.

“Were you hiding from him miss? Are you okay? Do you feel safe?” The painted man moved to step between you and Steve in an attempt to separate you two.

“Whoa, whoa buddy, back off. She’s my girlfriend, chill out.” Steve tried stepping around the man o little success.

“Oh, your girlfriend? And she’s running from you? I don’t think this is looking very good for you, buddy.” The two were shooting back and forth at each other, getting chest to chest, and starting to cause a larger disturbance that started o be heard over the music and background scream noises. More workers it looked like started to slip into the room and try to get the two men to quiet down, going so far as to begin threats of throwing them out of the haunted house.

You were pulled away from the situation before being pushed away and into the next room, looking like it was on its way to the exit in the next two or three rooms: your destination.

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“Y/N?” His voice finally chirped up next to you as Steve took a seat next to you on the grass at the edge of the carnival. “You okay?” When he saw you sitting over here, he had quickly jogged over and took her in as he did so: sitting with her face pressed into her knees and arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she kept herself in as tight of a ball as possible.

You didn’t respond at first, only moving your head to look up at your boyfriend, the person you have embarrassed tonight and most definitely pissed off with your childish antics tonight. “I’m sorry.”

“Whoa what do you have to apologize for? I’ve been worried about you and wanted to make sure that you are okay.” His hand found its way to your back and began rubbing circles into your shoulder blade.

“I was really childish today and you didn’t deserve it, all because I was scared of the stupid rides.” Your words may have been mumbles, but he heard every word clearly.

“Hold on. Babe, did you say you were scared of the rides?” Your small and timid nod was enough for him to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me? I never would have brought you here if I knew that!”

Swallowing the thick feeling in your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disappointment and hurt in his face and that hurt. “Because you were so excited about it, I thought I could get through it and do at least one or two with you. But as we got closer, I guess my nerves got the best of me and I just...ran. Like a stupid child.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Steve quickly shuffled to kneel in front of you and grabbed your hands, holding them in his own and your legs fell down to where you were now criss cross apple sauce. “I’m not gonna force you to do any of these rides if you don’t wanna. If you want to just go home, we can make this a movie night if that works better for you.”

“No, Stevie,” His mouth quirked up at this name. “You already bought the tickets; I don’t want you to waste the money you earned because I’m a scaredy cat.”

Steve took a second to think, racking his brain on how to salvage what has been an eventful evening. “How about…” He paused again and just stared at you with you staring back at him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say. “You can say no, how about we try a few rides, to try and get you on some. If you don’t like riding after one, we can go home, and you can at least say you did it.”

Mulling this idea over in your head, your eyes shifted from where your boyfriend sat in front of you to the bright and joyous scream filled rides were. “I suppose they don’t all look so bad.” You murmured to him, staring particularly at the giant Ferris Wheel that turned, a small memory from early on in your relationship popping into your head. Steve had mentioned a few times that his dream date would be to take a girl up on a Ferris Wheel and cuddle her and kiss her when they got to the top.

“Okay, we can try a few.” Though shaky, your voice was a little stronger this time and you gave Steve a small smile.

“You sure?” A nod. “Okay, I’ll let you choose which one we go on, okay?” Another nod.

Together, the two of you stood to your feet and approached the hustle and bustle of the carnival grounds again. “What did that Frankenstein do to you? I hope he didn’t get you in trouble or anything.” You asked as you laced your hand with Steve while the other went to hold onto his arm, squeezing it slightly as you got closer to the machines and your stomach growing heavy again.

“Oh him, he didn’t do much, just tried scaring me when he though I was some creep chasing you.” He chuckled at the short story, glancing over to you as you took in the carnival for really the first time, looking for something that didn’t freak you out. “How about we start with those spinning pods over there? All they do is spin around and if you want it to, we can make it spin on the inside too.”

Following his finger, you saw what he was referring to as it did spin around, the four small egg things with windows in them were spinning on the main machinery but also appeared to be spinning on their own. As you got closer and apparently joined the line, you could see inside one of them a group of middle school boys cackling as they pulled on the weird center disk that kinda looked like a pizza pan. “Yeah, we can give it a try.” The shakiness in your voice had come back and your grip on Steve tightened.

“Hey, you got this I’ll be right here with ya.” He returned the squeeze to your hand and fishes through his pocket for two tickets to hand over at the entrance. “Up ya go.” He mutters as he helps you up the three stairs leading into the egg ride thing you were entering before he stepped in behind you and took his place next to you. You were already holding a death grip on the center console when the door was shut, and Steve sat next to you. “You know what this is?” He asked gesturing to the disk you were holding onto with the vice grip.

“Something for me to hold onto?” You shocked yourself with how violently your voice was shaking as you heard something start to rumble around you. “Oh, shit its moving.” Steve let a quick chuckle out before he stopped himself and tried explaining the center console would cause the pod thing to spin. “Fuck no! Don’t you dare make this thing spin.” Bloody murder was not even near definitive enough of how much you were screaming.

“Babe, babe calm down, it’s fine! I promise, ha!” In comparison to your screaming, Steve seemed to be having the time of his life as he laughed; at least he wasn’t making the ride spin. “Babe, babe, babe, I’m so sorry I’m laughing, I promise I didn’t mean to, but you were screaming so much! And it was hilarious!” Steve held onto his sides as he nearly fell out of the pod and waited for you to follow his laughing self. When you didn’t step out, he turned back around and saw you still had your hands clenched very tightly to the metal plate, your eyes wide and your lips pursed together. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about the rides, do you wanna go home?”

Hearing him soften up got you to finally look at him and slowly let go of the wheel. “N-n-no. I’m…” You paused to catch your breath and steady your voice. “I’m good, I just don’t know if I can do any more of these kinds of things.” Taking his hand, you pulled yourself up and stepped out from the ride and have yourself a few seconds to remember how to use your legs.

“You okay?” You nodded at him and gave a shaky, but okay smile. “You sure you wanna do another one? Cause we can go-”

“No, no, I can do…” The carnival really did have more rides than just ones that wanted to make you die, but none that really made you want to jump on them. “Can we do the carousel? I know I can do that one at least, my mom took me on them enough as a kid to be desensitized to those ones.” Steve looked over and saw the carousel that was filled predominately by smaller children, but if you wanted to do this and it was because he bought the tickets, he couldn’t make her do something else.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we can do the carousel all night long, babe.” You nodded at him and followed him as he took your hand and the two began the walk to the carousel.

The carousel ride was much less curse filled, thankfully. You and Steve had found a pair of horses sitting side by side and the two of you quickly claimed them. Like you had said, you did get to enjoy this ride due to having done it before and you were able to just chat between the two of you, talking about how the kids were cute, how excited you were to take the kids to the park and not have to rides. It was a fine ride, definitely better than the last one.

“You ready to go home, babe?” Steve turned to you with a smile on his face. Getting you to ride two of the rides was honestly enough for him, plus, he knew Dustin would ride all of them with him later, with you waiting at the end for him.

You were about to agree and leave this eventful evening behind you, but you saw what Steve was standing near and bit your lip. Should you do it? Could you do it? “Actually, I wanna do one more.” He gave a quick quirk of his head before he followed your eyeline and turned around.

“What? Babe, we don’t have to do that, you have been through enough today and you were great, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“But...you have been wanting to do it, you told me about it one time.” You responded a little shyly as you confessed that you were doing it back of what he told you that one time. “I just...I really want you to be able to do it.”

“You...you remembered?” Steve was kind of shocked that you remembered him mentioning it, he had told that to girls in the past, but none of them really went out of their way to think about it, hell, even to remember it. “Are you su-”

“Steve, yes, I wanna do it with you.” The grin on his face was immaculate and contagious as one grew on your face as he quickly took this well and pulled you towards the line to the Ferris Wheel and dug around in his pockets for another round of tickets.

As it went around, you felt your stomach grow heavy again when you finally saw how high it got and had to calm yourself down without causing another scene. “Come on, babe, looks like ours is up.” He gently tugged on your hand and pulled you into the seat next to him before the handlebar was lowered and locked in front of you. “And here we go!”

The squeak that left your mouth was nothing but surprise and terror as you clung onto the bar for your life, your knuckles turning white with the sheer force you were holding on. “It’s really stupid you know that the only thing holding us back from falling to our death is this small bar and it’s really stupid because was if I was reall-holy shit this is really tall!” You finally removed your hands from the bar and moved to press yourself in Steve.

You could feel him trying to stop himself from giggling as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. “You can laugh you know; I really don’t care. I’m the coward of an almost twenty-year-old who’s scared of a carnival.” A chuckle did come through as the ride kept rotating and you slowly moved closer to the bottom.

“I’m not laughing at you, babe, but the noises you are making are fricking hilarious.” His voice still held the chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you responded with another squeak of shock as you started rising again.

Making it to the top again, you were waiting for it to hit its peak and for the relief of lowering the cart to begin, but instead there was a shudder before the ride stopped. “What’s going on, what’s going on, why are we stopped? Oh god we are about to die, fuck, shit, I don’t wanna die.”

“Babe, calm down, someone below us is getting off so they had to stop the ride for a bit. Remember when we had to get on? Same thing probably happened to someone else.” You nodded your head and just stared ahead to the tops of the trees you never thought you would have seen.

“It’s...it’s not too bad up here.” You finally mutter after a few beats of silence and getting your bearings. “I wouldn’t want to stay up here, but it does look nice.” Steve hummed in agreement and pulled you a little closer. “Hey Stevie?”

“Hmm?” He responded looking down at you.

“Thanks, tonight was fun.”

His face broke out into a grin again at your thanks. “Of course, thanks for giving a few of these rides a chance.” Smiling up at him, you sat a little straighter and caught his lips with your own, the two of you humming to the other that you were happy with your evening.

Though it was not as long as Steve would have wanted to stay in that moment with you (the ride started again and you broke away with another shriek), but he wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything else in his life.

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to Yunho being a grown man

❦ Genre: Fluff, suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

The leader lazily and sleepily got out of his bed. He realized how early it was when he saw Yunho, still sleeping peacefully/ Hongjoong hesitated to jump back in his warm bed or to stay awake. He opted for the 2nd option and quietly left the door. At his big surprise, Mingi and Wooyoung were in the kitchen, cooking. "Pasta? For breakfast?" Asked Hongjoong, questioning their life choice. "Breakfast?" Repeated Wooyoung. "It's 1PM Hyung." The leader glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Yunho is till sleeping, I thought it was 8 AM." The 2 boys snored at the same time. Hongjoong raised a brow. "What's so funny? It happens to sleep until late." Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged a quick stare. "Tell me." Insisted Hongjoong.

"I think we should tell him." Said Mingi. Wooyoung sighed, but finally nodded. "Okay close the door really quick." The leader was completely lost. Why were they acting so weirdly? "Okay, keep the secret because Yunho ignores that we know." Started Mingi. "Know what?" "We saw him and Y/N making out yesterday." Claimed Wooyoung. Hongjoong raised a brow. "Yunho and Y/N? Come on... what you saw was wrong." "No! She was almost naked and kind of riding him." The leader almost threw up at this image. "Y'all so nasty." "Nasty about what?" Asked Yunho, entering the kitchen. "Ah Yunho!" Snapped Hongjoong. "These 2 idiots are trying to prank me." "Hyung..." whispered Mingi. "They said that they saw you making out with Y/N yesterday." He sneered. "But I told them that you were not into "this". He air-quoted. "Oh." Replied Yunho. "But they are right Hyung." He faced Mingi and Wooyoung. "Sorry that you saw that boys." They both shrugged, not turning this into a big deal. While Hongjoong was wondering if all of this was a prank. Yunho is so shy and pure, he would never do this yet. "S-So, you are-" he paused. "Sexually active? Heck yeah! Have you seen Y/N?" He smirked. The leader gagged once again. "Come on, don't act like it's a big deal." "It is!" "It's not." Replied Yunho, picking an apple before leaving the kitchen. Mingi and Wooyoung smirked at Hongjoong. "So, you believe us now?" "Our baby is a grown man." He whispered. "Of course... he turned it as a big deal." Sighed Wooyoung.

SEONGHWA

Yunho are you ready?" Asked Seonghwa, looking for his tall friend. "I'm born ready." He replied joyfully. They both decided to hang out together since the other members had their own schedule. At first, they went to the arcade game because it's Yunho favorite place and Seonghwa really wanted to make him full and relaxed. As a second destination, Seonghwa picked a good restaurant. They really chose everything they wanted on the menu. The table was full of food, few people were even looking at them like if they were crazy. "Soju?" Offered the eldest member. "Yeah! But not too much today okay?" "Sure."

1 hour later, these 2 boys were laughing crazily at everything. Their noses and cheeks were completely red because of the amount of alcohol in their body. "Do you remember when Mingi said that he could be the leader when Hongjoong pranked us?" Puffed Seonghwa. "We were all crying but he just wanted to replace him." Laughed Yunho. "Like if he could lead us. He would quit in 2 days." Giggled Seonghwa. "Y/N would last longer than him." Added Yunho. "Ooooh Y/N! I miss Y/N! Where is she?" Seonghwa tugged on the wall next to him. "In her house. She's tired." Smirked Yunho. "I thought she was in vacation or a week off." "Yeah, she is," he hiccupped." I didn't mean tired in the way." Even in his state, Seonghwa understood that his friend didn't get it. "We had seeeex," giggled the tallest boy. Seonghwa almost spitted the soju he had in his mouth. "You what?!" "Oops." Laughed Yunho. "How?!" "How?" He raised a brow. "Well, I thought you knew, but I put her legs on my shoulders and I-" "No!" Stopped Seonghwa, disgusted. "Don't say anything." "But you know it better than me." He winked. "Jeong Yunho." "Park Seonghwa." He giggled. "You better use a protection." "Of course. I bought one with your credit card by the way." "I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or this situation, but I'll throw up." "I would say too much alcohol." "No, too much information, perv." He gagged. "Wait! I'm gonna tell me you mooore!" "Time to go back home!" Shouted Seonghwa, standing up but instantly tugging on the side. "Waitress! PLEASE! Save me!" He yelled in the restaurant, Yunho laughing behind him.

YEOSANG

"Yunho have you seen my phone?" Asked Yeosang. "No. Have you looked under your pillow?" "Yeah. Can I borrow yours 2 sec? Just to text Wooyoung." "Sure." He handed his phone to Yeosang. "You are still going to the theater?" "Yep. Do you want to come with us?" Yeosang searched Wooyoung's contact. He spotted that except you, Yunho wasn't texting his friends that much. "Depends which movie you are going to watch." Replied Yunho. "I think you watched it already. It's Tenet." "Oh! I'm down. I really like this movie." Accepted Yunho." "Cool. Then get ready because-" *ting* ["Okay there's nothing to worry about anymore."] Yeosang unconsciously read your message even though he tried to avoid it. "Text Wooyoung, I'll look for my wallet." Yeosang nodded and finally warned his closest friend to join them in 10 minutes. *ting* ["I just had my period. I'm not pregnant."] Yeosang's eyes widened. Just by this concrete text, he understood a lot of things. He got it that Yunho started to be a grown man. But not that much. "I'm ready." Said Yunho smiling widely. Yeosang handed him back his phone, acting like he never knew these messages. "I'll take a jacket." He almost ran to his bedroom. The tallest guy shrugged and unlocked his phone. He instantly saw the notifications with your name on it. He took 5 seconds to process the situation. "Shit!" He rushed to Yeosang's room and asked: "Have you seen anything particular on my phone?" His friend shook his head, lying. "Not at all." Yunho sighed, relieved. "Okay." "Is there something to know?" "No." "Sure?" "Yeah, there's nothing." "Okay cool." "I thought you were freaking out because I know that Y/N isn't pregnant." "You lied!" "You had sex! And not even fully protected!" "It just cracked. It's an accident." "Disgusting disgusting." Yeosang covered his ears, leaving the room. "Don't tell anyone!" Almost begged Yunho, following him. "What's going on?" Asked Jongho. "They're just crazy." Shrugged Mingi.

SAN

San sighed for the 3rd time in a minute. He accepted to help Seonghwa a bit. As every day off, he took some time to clean the entire dorm. "Less sighing, more cleaning." Sang Seonghwa, putting down a pair of new sheets on San's bed. "Hyung!" Whined San. "How can you like something like cleaning? It's so boring!" "Hm... how can you like throwing your food on Woooyoung's face and not cleaning the tomato sauce which splashed on the wall?" Asked Seonghwa. San stayed quiet for a second and finally gave up and turned back to his desk. "That's what I thought..." smirked the eldest member. "Dictator..." whispered San. "Don't forget to tidy Yunho's sheet in the wardrobe too." "Yeah sir." Just when Seonghwa left, San jumped on his bed, tired of these efforts. He stared at the ceiling a minute and finally glanced at the messy wardrobe. "Argh... I'm so lazy." He sighed. "Oh. What is this?" San spotted a clothe like a maid dress, hung up in Yunho's side. He got out of the bed and walked slowly toward the dress. When he was finally sure that he was right, he picked the hanger. "The heck are you doing with this Jeong Yunho?" Before he could realize, his friend entered the room. "Seonghwa said- no wait. Threatened me, to help you." Yunho stopped in his track when he saw that your dress was in San's hands. His face was bending, reading your name on the collar of the dress. "San, it's not what you think it is." He claimed, freaking out. "I wasn't aware you were into cosplay..." he smirked, trying his best to not laugh. "I don't judge." "It- It was her idea!" Yunho ripped the dress out of San's grip. "Soo... you are... doing "the thing" now?" He crossed his arms on his chest. "It's- personal." Blushed Yunho, hiding the dress in his sport bag. "Oh, come on!" For sure you have secrets, gossips and juicy things to tell me!" "No!" "Yunho, you are a real man now. And a nasty one." he added. "No need to be shy." "San!" The tallest boy rolled his eyes. "Okay okay! I stop." Giggled San. "But don't forget to be gently with Y/N." "I am." He replied. "I will treat her gently and never ask her to do something she doesn't want to." "Good." Nodded San. Both of them started to clean their part of the room, quietly. When San added. "Don't be too nice then. Maybe she likes it rough." "I'll kill you!" Growled Yunho, running after San.

MINGI

Mingi was laying on Yunho's bed. It's been 2 hours since they exchanged a word. Yunho has been looking website on his computer, while Mingi was lost on TikTok. The atmosphere wasn't awkward at all. Until Yunho asked: "Song Mingi." "Hm?" "I know that you had many girlfriends, so I think you could help me." Mingi gulped. He lied about the numbers of girls he dated. He said something like "10", but in reality, it was like 1. He’s too shy for that. "Yeah? What do you want to know?" He sat on the bed. "How you knew that you are "doing well"? He asked, blushing a bit. "Doing what?" Repeated Mingi, naively. "You know..." Mingi raised a brow, not having a blue about what he wanted to talk about. "With Y/N, we took the next step. And I don't really know if I'm-" "The next step?" "Yeah. Sex." Yunho raised a brow. "You know what it is? Because I thought you did it a tone of time. Right?" Mingi was shocked and scared. Yunho had been his friend, probably the closest one, since a long time and to know that he was now sexually active was surprising. "Mingi?" "Huh? Y-Yeah?" He sneered. "A ton of times!" "So how do you know they liked it?" "Huh. I-I-Well-Haha." He stuttered, laughing nervously. "You know! The moans and stuff." "Moans?" "Yeah. The more she's loud, more she likes it." He said coolly. "Really? I don't think that's a good value. She can fake it." "Why would she do that? That's mean." "To be nice with me probably. To not ruin the mood." Mingi blushed. "Women does that?" "Some of them, I guess. For our ego." Yunho shrugged. "Wow. Well." He paused, trying to keep his composure. "Just talk to her. Conversations are the key. Yunho nodded, satisfied with his answer. "You are probably right." "Of course! You are talking with a pro!" "Why we never met one of them by the way?" "Oh! Seonghwa is calling me! We are going to talk about that later okay?" Mingi ran away. "I'm coming Hyung!" "N-Nobody called you." Whispered Yunho confused.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was laying on the living-room's couch. One leg on the headrest, the other one falling on the floor. "The answer is Spring Day!" He yelled throwing a chip on the TV screen. "How can you ignore this when you claim about being an army." He rolled his eyes. Wooyoung almost had a heart attack when the bell rang loudly in the dorm. He growled lazily, and finally walked to the door. "Mingi you forgot your key all-" "Hello." You bowed politely and shyly. Wooyoung had the instant reflex to hide behind the door, ready to slam it at your face. "Oh no! I'm not a fan!" You tried to reassure him. "I'm Y/N." "Y/N?" He repeated. "Like Yunho's Y/N?" You nodded, shy to be categorized as Yunho's girlfriend. "Yunho is not here." He's filming his k-drama." "Yeah, but he told me you would be there." You smiled. "I just need to pick something I've left here." "Oh. You already came here?" Asked Wooyoung. You ignored his question, too shy to answer it and pointed at the hoodie hanging on Yunho's doorknob. "Here it is!" You removed your shoes quickly and walked past Wooyoung. He was looking at every of your moves, trying to know how you left suck a big piece of clothes here. "Now that I have it. I should go." You waved at Wooyoung who was still confused. "Huh- bye." He replied. When you closed the door, Wooyoung's brain tilted. At the terrible image of Yunho doing profanities at the dorm, maybe right where he was sitting few minutes ago, he almost threw up. "Disgusting Jeong Yunho."

The same night, Wooyoung was waiting patiently his friend's return. "We are home!" Yelled San, followed by Seonghwa, Yunho and Jongho. Wooyoung almost tripped on his run to the hallway. "Yunho Hyung... Y/N came here to take back the thing she left here." "Y/N?" Repeated Seonghwa. "She came here?" Asked Jongho. "Y-Yeah one time. It was raining this day." Replied Yunho, blushing a bit. "So, it was cold too?" Insisted Wooyoung. "Yeah." "So how did she leave without her hoodie?" He smirked. Yunho took a second to realize that Wooyoung knew. "Let's talk in my room." He gripped his friend's arm before heading to his room. "You a little nasty boy." Shouted Wooyoung, sure that everyone would hear it. When the door slammed, the 3 other boys were looking at each other. "The hell is going on in this house now." Sighed Seonghwa.

JONGHO

"You can't beat me Hyung." Laughed Jongho. "I just need more training." Replied Yunho, trying to launch the basketball right in. "How can you not put at least one, with your height?" "You are talking way too much for someone who faked to have a cramp when I had a point." Smirked Yunho. "This is a strict basketball rule." Shrugged Jongho. "It's not." Jongho took the advantage of Yunho's distraction to rip the ball out of his large hands. This action was followed by an intense match. Jongho was still the best, but his friend's score was close enough. Only one point was missing to give Jongho the victory. Unexpectedly, Yunho tried to dunk, thinking that he already won, but the ball bounced out. "How can you miss this with your height?" They both looked at you. "That's exactly what I said." Added Jongho. Your boyfriend ran to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hi babe." "Hi." You replied, smiling widely at you. "Do you want to play with us Y/N?" Offered the maknae. "If you are not scared to lose." You threatened him. "Never." "Okay go then." You removed your hoodie which could be annoying to play with. When you made sure everything was okay, you nodded at the boys but both of them were like a bit petrified. At their face, you realized which mistakes you made. "Shit!" "Yu-Yunho did this to you?!" Asked Jongho, pointing at your neck and collarbone. "Jongho shh!" You put your hand on his mouth. "Keep it as a secret." Begged your boyfriend. Jongho removed your hand." Keep the secret about you making Y/N look like a pepperoni pizza?!" "He's right about that though. You made a bunch of hickeys." Yunho rolled his eyes and handed you back your hoodie. "Put it back before someone else see it." "So. Wait. Pause." Realized Jongho. "So now you are into sex?" "Jeez that's awkward." You whispered. "We are not going to talk about it right now and here." Refused Yunho. "We are going to talk about it right now." Replied the maknae, arms crossed over his chest. "Gosh, Hongjoong is that you." You giggled. "Oh yeah, good idea. We should tell our beloved leader." "Nice one Y/N..." Sighed your boyfriend. "It was supposed to be a joke!" You freaked out.

[mosshead-lover]

Hey Bau<3. Hope you doin well. LOVE your MHA hc's and one shots. <3 Saw that you write for Shoto and Katsuki. So I heard a RP audio on soundC. All be playin 7 minutes in heaven thing. Sho & Baku get in to a fight about who the bottle landed on, cuz clearly they both want to be locked in with the reader. Would love if you built a smut on this. PLEASEEE. With valentine's day coming up, could really use some kink. lol. Although, I totally understand if you don't wanna write a 3some.

A/n: Firstly, Thank you💞. You guys know how to make my day!✨ Secondly, writing this took such a toll on me! I had such a hard time shifting from one to other. And you played the Valentine's day card. I had to write🥺 (jk, keep em those requests coming over, XOXO) Hope you enjoy reading it. And, A happy Valentine's Day!💝 🥰

The Third Way Out

~ Bakugou & Shoto x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, lil swearing etc

Disclaimer: All the characters are aged up. They are NOT high schoolers in the context. Also, any underage readers, Shoo! Shoo!

For the safety of its students, the UA university had quarantined all the hero students in the Institution, rather than sending them homes. Especially the ones from UA High, who had a history of running right into trouble. Out of boredom, your class decided to play Seven minutes in heaven game. The typical bottle spin and people at the ends of the bottle point to will be locked in a closet for seven minutes and, you know the rest. It was all steamy and exciting till one end of the bottle landed on you and the other, between Shoto and Katsuki. Usually, Shoto would give in to Bakugou. It was just a game, after all. But, to everyone’s surprise, he kept fighting. Then, you were asked to pick one for the sake of ending the fight. Since you failed to decide, the rest called it a day and left for their dorms.

The next day...

You were just out of a refreshing shower after a run, drying your hair when you hear a knock on the door.

”It’s open!” You affirm, loud enough for the person at the door to hear.

”Hey!”

As the door flung open, You saw a familiar face, half-covered with the bi-coloured bangs. The usually composed Shoto was a little fidgety. He kept his face low, avoiding eye contact.

”Hi Sho, what brings you here?”

You try to sound normal suppressing the last night's memories.

'He must be feeling embarrassed about dragging a petty fight,'

you thought but, you hadn't made it any better by not picking one. So, you were equally embarrassed.

"I.." Shoto was about to state his reason and,

"You there?" Katsuki barged into your room, banging the already wide-open door. His mood was further clouded when he saw Shoto.

”What the fuck are doing here!?”

”I could ask you the same.” Shoto replied calmly, though it was evident from his face that he reflected Katsuki’s feelings. You sensed a familiar knot in the gut. You were once again in a dilemma that you couldn't get out of.

"I guess you have pick one of us, after all," Bakugou stated in a low voice, ignoring Shoto. You wore a confused look.

"The game... We left it unfinished." Shoto clarified.

"Oh!" You threw the towel on the bed and tiptoed towards the door, where they stood. You indicate them get in, close the door and lean against it as you spoke.

"Do I have to?" You tilt your head sideways, letting your damp hair fall over your shoulder. It took a second but Shoto spoke up once he processed what you meant.

"I guess I would enjoy watching you get destroyed as much as I enjoy doing it myself!" the corners of his lips curving into a devious smirk as he spoke.

Your face was a few inches away from Shoto's. You put your arms over him as he slowly starts sucking on your lips. You groove to his pace, feeling his silky hair. He ran his hands up & down the curves of your waist as if appreciating the feel of a forbidden art piece. You suddenly feel another firm grip on your hip. You were turned around in one swift pull. You close your eyes in response to your partially damp hair hitting your face before settling down. When you opened your eyes, you saw Bakugou, wetting his lower lip, not taking his eyes off you.

"He's not the only one here, Kitten!"

He pulls you closer and starts kissing you coarsely. You were bearly catching up with his kisses, you could feel Shoto squeeze your buttocks from behind, subtly grinding. Katsuki slides his hands inside your tee, feeling your bearskin. You lift your arms, making it easier for him to take the shirt off. Your lips part as the shirt went up to fall on the ground. You turn a little, reaching for Shoto's face, stroking his cheek and running your forefinger down his adam's apple to the first button of his shirt. You completely turn to Shoto, planting a few more kisses, sliding your tongue in. He does the same. Katuski unhooks your Lacy golden bra and graces his teeth on you bareback, moving up to your neck. He impatiently moves your hair to the other side to access the neck and starts sucking as Shoto helps you get rid of the unhooked bra and gets himself busy with your boobs, squeezing, nibbling and sometimes just feather-light strokes. It was kind of hard for you process everything that was happening yet you were enjoying it. You felt over the moon to have undivided attention from not one but both the guys you absolutely adored and dreamt of day and night. You were going to ensure they have fun too. You start unbuttoning Shoto's shirt. Once done, you take your hands back, to adore his chiselled abs. Shoto takes his arms off you to let you strip his shirt. While you were getting drunk on the view, Katsuki takes you in his strong arms, walks over to your study table and sets you down. You couldn't help but notice the growing hardness under his pants. You smile at how he was all riled up for you, not that Bakugou didn't like getting hard for you. He lets out a grunt of pleasure as you reach for his core, taking your time to feel his clothed manhood. Your other hand reaches for Shoto who now stood next to Bakugou. You take his hand and guide it your cunt. He slides a finger between your lower lips over your panties. You bite your lip at how awesome it felt even with the piece of cloth in between. Pleased, Shoto continues to tease you. It felt as though he was just letting you know the taste of your own medicine. You quickly unzip Katsuki's pants to reveal his massive hood.

"There, Do you see what you do to us? " Katsuki whispers in your ears. His voice was as sexy as ever.

"Our little slut is sure capable of building massive things" Shoto comments, half impressed at Katsuki's and impatient get his own out of the suffocating pants. Katsuki rubs his wood against your wet yet clothed cunt as you free Shoto out of his misery. The way Katsuki's tip slid over you clit was torturous indeed. You couldn't wait to get rid of the obstacle. You take his harness in your hand and start stroking, varying the paces, learning from his reactions. While you were at it, Shoto gets rid of your panties. He fingers you as though taking a dip in a sauce and licks his finger off.

"Ummm. You sexy thing!" He marvels at how wet you were and bends down to work his tongue on your pussy. Although, You lost control, gasped and even clenched your free hand whenever Shoto hit the right spots. You got always got back to jerk Katsuki off. You had to give in when you started hitting the peaks. Katsuki and Shoto now took turns eating you up & fingering while the other busy stimulating your other sensitive parts. Initially, you kept tab of who was down on you as the other explored the rest of the body but, you were bearly able to recall your name when you came let alone know whose face you came on. You were driven crazy with all the over-simulation. You moaned and breathed heavily, trying to calm down your body but, your core was even hotter and wetter, painfully empty.

You see Shoto settling down on the chair nearby.

"Come on Bakugou, Do the honours."

Shoto says.

"Too scared to go first?" Bakugou smirks.

"I just want to enjoy the show and let her show the best is saved for the last," Shoto replies, gently stroking himself, as though showing off his weapon.

"F...Fuck me" You let out a desperate scream.

"Just anyone...Fuck me already!" You continue, pleading.

"Tch" Shoto and Bakugou huff unanimously.

"You are in deep trouble, kitten!" Bakugou fills you, granting you the much needed. Shoto ended up enjoying you two fuck more than he had expected to, he too ended up coming as you two reached the climax. It didn't take him much time to get back a boner, looking at your dripping pussy and the way you lay there, anticipating his cock. It was Katsuki's time to step back. You were experiencing the best way out of your dilemma. The usual over-thinking you couldn't think of anything out of what was happening right then and how thrilled every inch of your body was.

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Confessing Feelings

Summary: Tired of your obliviousness JJ takes a leap of faith and admits his feelings.

Word Count: 1.8k

Prompts: “Stop pretending you’re okay cause I know you’re not.” “Just talk to me.” “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” Requested by: @multiphases 

There’s no doubt that Y/N Y/L/N is a gorgeous girl. Anyone that saw her knew that and most people grew even more attracted to her once they got to know her.

Even though some people would catergorize you as the most attractive girl in all of OBX no one has been lucky enough to date you. Or even take you out on a date for that matter.

After all of these years you simply just thought no one was interested in you and that was okay despite, being lonely at times or craving a relationship like John B’s and Sarah’s.

However, if it was up to you to pick any boy on the island to date you would pick JJ with a hundred percent certainty. Despite wishing for boys to show any type of interest in you a part of you will always want JJ. After all, he was your first love, but he doesn’t know that, nor do you think he feels the same way about you.

Little did you know though that a mischievous blonde has stopped that from happening. JJ was so protective of you and you guys were extremely close. The only time you guys weren’t attached to the hip was when JJ was hooking up with a random girl. However, since you two are with each other 24/7 it’s hard for guys to try to talk to you, especially knowing about JJ’s notorious reputation.  Every guy on the island knew not to even attempt to get with you because of JJ, even Rafe Cameron the Kook King himself knew that. 

The only people that didn’t know that were stupid Tourons. It seemed like everyone Touron had the tendency to hit on you, but JJ’s anger would decrease when you politely declined them. Despite feeling lonely at times you didn’t want the stress of a long distance relationship if you were to connect with one on that level.

However, as of right now JJ leaned against the door frame of the cabin in Heyward’s boat, pouting. Currently you were rambling on about how a Touron bought you your meal when you were out for breakfast with your cousin. The Touron, named Brett eventually asked for your number and you for once obliged. 

“I swear swear guys he is probably the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen.” You say to Sarah and Kie while you flipped yourself to lay down on your back. After all you wanted a even tan. Your statement felt like a punch in the gut to JJ as he continued to eavesdrop into your conversation with the girls.

“Show me a picture and I’ll be the judge of that.” Kie says.

“JJ can you pass me my phone?” You say sitting up, your hand resting just above your eyebrows as the setting sun shines into your eyes. 

The blue eyed boy turns and looks at you with a dull and distant look. “Get it yourself Y/N.” He says in a monotone voice before walking away to join Pope and John B in the water. 

Confused by JJ’s response you get up and get the device yourself. Just as he’s about to jump in he hears Sarah squeal, “Holy shit he is cute!”

JJ rolls his eyes and jumps into the water, wishing things were different between you two and that you weren’t so oblivious to his apparent feelings towards you. 

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The moment Pope docked his dads boat back at John B’s JJ jumps onto the small pier before storming into the chateau. 

“What’s his problem?” Kie asks while everyone looks at you with confused and worried gazes, causing you to simply shrug your shoulders in confusion. They all knew how close you and JJ were so it was surprising to Kie and Sarah that you didn’t know what was wrong. However, John B and Pope knew why you didn’t know, you were too busy being oblivious to notice his blatant feelings towards you. 

“Y/N why don’t you go and talk to him we’ll give you guys space.” Pope suggests, feeling bad for the boy especially since he was in the same position, but with Kie. 

You simply nod your head and grab your towel before making your way off of the boat and into John B’s chateau. “JJ?" You call out, slipping off your flip flops once the door behind you slams shut. Instead of hearing a response all you could hear were the rest of the pogues laughing on the boat and the sound of the old fridge that was on it’s last leg. 

“JJ?” You call out again, placing your semi damp towel on a chair before walking down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Once again you received no answer, but your stomach dropped when you saw the door to JJ’s room closed shut. The only time the blonde closed his door was when he was hooking up with some chick or he was upset. Since there was no way a girl came into the chateau just mere seconds before you, you were assuming the latter. 

You softly knock against the wooden door, before turning the knob and opening the it, causing it to squeal on it’s hinges. “J?” 

Your eyes instantly land on the blonde boy who you were looking for, as he laid on the bed facing the wall. JJ ignores you again, leaving you to let out a sigh before walking into the room fully and closing the door behind you. 

JJ’s eyes quickly flutter shut when he notices you walking over to the side of bed he was resting on. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone especially you. Although, JJ loved every moment he spent with you, his emotions were getting the best of him and he didn’t want to confess something he would regret later just because you like a stupid Touron.

Once you see JJ’s eyes closed you roll your eyes knowing that he wasn’t asleep at all. “J, I know you’re not asleep.” Keeping his eyes closed, JJ’s heart flutters at how well you know him. 

You lower yourself to the ground and sit criss cross apple sauce facing your best friend. “What’s wrong JJ?” You ask softly, but once again he doesn’t answer you. 

After a few minutes of silence you get up and jump onto the Maybank boy, tickling him at all of the spots he was ticklish. “Dude talk to me.” 

JJ’s eyes fly open and he starts to squirm and laugh under you as you continue your brutal attack. “Stop Y/N!” He laughs, causing you to smile at the sound of his happiness. 

“Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong!” 

As tears welled up in JJ’s eyes and his cheeks turned red he finally gathered his strength and flipped you two over so that he was now hovering over you. “Nothing’s wrong Y/N.” He says sending you a smile, but you could tell from the way he was looking at you that it wasn’t genuine. 

You roll your eyes, starting to get genuinely annoyed at how closed off he was being. Ever since you two were younger you made a pact not to keep things from each other. 

“Stop pretending you’re okay cause I know you’re not.” You say looking up into his cerulean orbs with a serious expression coating your face. JJ’s smile falters, knowing that you were going to keep on pressing him until you got a clear answer. 

“Seriously Y/N I’m fine.” He says looking in your eyes, praying you wouldn’t detect his lie. 

However, you did like you always do. “Stop lying J. Just talk to me.” 

JJ sighs and you couldn’t stop the heat rising to your face as you watched him bite his lip and move off of you, sitting on his knees at the end of the bed. You sit up and grab his hands before looking at him reassuringly to say that he can tell you whatever was on his mind. 

“Do you like that Brett guy?” He asks making eye contact with you then darting his eyes across the room. 

Confused by his question you shrug your shoulders and start to graze the back of JJ’s hand with your thumb. “I don’t know him well, but I think I can potentially like him. Why?” 

JJ lets out another sigh and chews on the inside of his cheek while looking down at your intertwined hands. You knew that he was arguing with himself about telling you or not what he was thinking. As you allowed JJ to gather his thoughts you felt a shift in the air, causing your heart beat to subconsciously increase.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” He breathes out, finally making eye contact with you again. 

Your eyes widen at the boy in front of you’s statement, but your heart seemingly started to race faster and heat rushed to your face. “What?” You ask shocked, still keeping eye contact with JJ. 

“I’ve been in love with you ever since we were little Y/N, and not in a platonic way.” He says blushing.

At first you thought he was just playing with you, it was JJ after all he was notorious for pulling pranks and being mischievous. However, the way he looked at you and the blush covering his face made you realize that he was in fact telling the truth.

JJ could feel the nerves that were practically flying off of him as he studied your face for any indication to tell him how you were feeling. He couldn’t find any which only made him even more worried that he made the wrong decision by telling you and now ruining your friendship.

However, as a small smile appears on your face the blonde lets out a breath of air he didn’t even realizing he was holding in.

“Holy shit I can’t believe this is happening.” You mumble, rubbing your hand down your face while giddiness and excitement took over you.

“I’ve felt the same way for years J.” You softly say, making eye contact with the boy you’ve been in love with for as long as you could remember.

You watch as JJ’s blue eyes widen with excitement and he smiles down at you. JJ wasn’t the type of guy to be immune to cheesy and romantic stuff so he found himself falling into your arms, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire. You squeal as your back and head meet the mattress underneath you, but your hands instantly find their way to JJ’s golden locks.

“I love you JJ.” You say softly, looking down at the boy in your arms.

He nestles his head into your torso and wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you closer to him. “I love you Y/N and I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

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Question of the day: do you think you can have a first love even though the other persons feeling aren’t reciprocated?