#but it's fun and this is like 1.7k written in a few hours just because

[rosyjuly]

galex sugar rush au because i've been hooked on this terrible show and i want baker boys pining and whipping up gorgeous desserts.

The whole thing had been George’s idea. 

“No.” 

“Alex, come on,” George had said, trying to catch Alex’s eye, but Alex had been looking away, handsome face scrunched up in a grimace. 

“Be serious now,” Alex had scoffed. He had finished his coffee with one last gulp and sprung to his feet. George threw his paper cup in the trash and followed him inside, looking at the nape of Alex’s neck as they’d crossed out of the courtyard’s sunlight and back into the dark of the kitchen’s staff entrance. 

“I am being serious,” George had said, trying to keep his voice low, avoid drawing attention to the discussion now bordering on an argument. “Listen, it’s fifty grand – think about what we could do with that money.” 

Anyway, they’re watching the episode now with Alex’s siblings, piled too close together on the couch. 

“Don’t you start it without me,” Chloe says, pointing at Alex, when the microwave beeps. Alex’s apartment is only barely bigger than a studio; with the six of them crammed into the makeshift living room it feels practically claustrophobic, a train carriage at peak hour. The old couch doesn’t have the stamina to support three people anymore and every time Alex shifts it sags and sends George and Zoe tumbling down into the middle, the two of them pooling around Alex in a tumble of legs. George keeps his hands in his lap, just in case. 

“I’m telling you,” Alex groans, “you already know the result! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?” 

“If it was a big deal you’d have fucking made something,” Luca says without looking up from his phone. 

“There’s popcorn,” Alex tells him, nodding at Chloe who’s returning with two bowls from the kitchen. 

“Albono, you’re the laziest person I know,” George says. He drags a playful hand through Alex’s hair; the bleached strands are soft between his fingers. 

“I deal with enough food during my day job if you haven’t noticed, thank you very much,” Alex says, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t pull his head away though. He picks up the remote and presses play, which finally shuts everyone up, even if just while Hunter March explains the rules of the chocolate-themed episode. 

“Aww, I didn’t remember you guys had matching little outfits,” Zoe clicks her tongue. 

“George’s idea,” Alex says, reaching around blindly for the popcorn. He’s right. It was: but it’s just blue aprons, nice cotton ones in a deep navy color, big, practical pockets on both sides. George actually wanted headbands, too, but Alex took one look at the bandanas, and said it’s either them or him. It was an easy choice, after that. 

George crosses his arms over his chest as the other teams are introduced. Most of them look smooth, in sync; he’s been trying to avoid stressing about how he and Alex will come across. 

“We’re friends and coworkers,” he sees himself say on screen, over-articulating the words like he does when he’s stressed. Alex next to him looks almost bored, eyebrow half-cocked at the camera. 

“I got him drunk enough to admit that he hired me because he thought I was cute,” Alex says, flashing a bright smirk. 

“For the record, I don't have hiring privileges,” George-on-the-screen says after a guffaw. George remembered feeling caught out: it’s not like Toto hadn’t asked him what he thought of Alex after his trial shift, and Alex was definitely his type: tall and handsome with an attitude. And he hadn’t even bleached his hair back then. 

“Oh, you guys were laying it on pretty thick,” Zoe says, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

George hums, crosses his arm on his chest. He and Alex look like as much of a well-oiled team on screen as they feel in the kitchen, leaning close together over the countertop, notebook spread out in front of them. 

“I think we should do something a bit more out of the box,” George-on-the-screen says, sketching up the bottom of the cupcake. “Peanut butter, raspberry, chili – that’s done and dusted.” 

“Why don’t we do a pistachio one?” Alex says. He draws the frosting, dots the top part of the swirl. “Pair it with some nice dark chocolate in the dough, some crushed nuts on top, hm?” 

In the next interlude, Alex says, his apron clean, his hair artfully swept to one side, “He makes it tasty, I make it look good.” 

George snorts, nudges their knees together. “As if it wasn’t you coming up with that concept and like, half of the others.” 

Alex doesn’t answer, but he presses his leg along George’s. 

George still can’t believe Jacques Torres was in the same room, that he tasted their cupcake and liked it – liked it enough to name them the winners of the first round, blown away by the richness of the frosting, the satisfying, salty crunch of toasted pistachios. 

For the confection, the two other teams already picked ruby chocolate, so they settled on gold instead to set themselves apart. George isn’t sure how much footage will be shown of them – probably more, now that one team’s already been eliminated. But he isn’t prepared for the exact moment when Alex-on–the-screen says, “Why don’t we do ice cream?”, watches with avid mortification how George-on-the-screen immediately nods, face tense, mouth pressed in a thin line. 

“I can do it with liquid nitrogen,” George-on-the-screen offers, already checking the shelves for the equipment. 

“Those glasses are so funny,” Chloe says, phone pointed at the screen. She’s posting a story about it – George can’t wait to see the mocking caption. Better to focus on how silly he looks while he’s taking out the ice cream of the container, goggles and big, rubbery gloves on, instead of the immediacy he seeks to fulfill Alex’s every request. He’s never even used liquid nitrogen before; only knew the technique in theory. And it showed. The ice cream came out a touch too soft. Not even Alex’s carrot cake crumble could save it; the judges were more impressed by the flambéd bananas with the ruby chocolate soufflé. 

But they went through. The girls exhale in relief, and so does George, even though he knows the outcome, has lived it for months now. 

In the final round, they have to create a chocolate wonderland; whatever that means. George remembers the paralyzing fear he felt in the moment, blanking – but Alex was already sketching, his face lit up with excitement, hands moving in sweeping, relaxed motions. 

“And we can do the ferris wheel with salt sticks,” Alex-on-the-screen is saying. 

So they made a realistic Winter Wonderland cake; the fair in a cold, London December, covered in mud instead of snow. A large sheet cake with silky chocolate ganache, on top the barren trees, overpriced amusement rides. 

It must look impressive enough, because even Luca puts his phone away, watches the screen with barely concealed attention. Alex-on-the-screen is making the ganache, pouring heated up heavy cream over the chocolate. When he calls George over for a second opinion, he’s offering the spoon, his other hand cupped under it for any spillage. George-on-the-screen is taken aback, blinking owlishly for a few seconds before snapping out of it and tasting. It was exquisite, of course. 

When they’re done with the assembly and the piping, Alex-on-the-screen asks, “Do you need me to boss you around?” because George keeps hovering at the edge of the shot, fetching salt sticks and shying away from trying to build the freaking carousel. 

“Mate, the editors really liked you,” George snorts, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I had good moments, too! Where are they!”

“Natural charm, what can I say,” Alex says, but he nudges a friendly shoulder against George’s. 

It doesn’t even come as a surprise that they win. Their opponents’ cake was, well, cute, but lacked the kind of single-minded focus Alex and him brought to the table. 

On the screen, he and Alex hug long enough that something starts fizzing in his stomach, hot and uncomfortable. He excuses himself as the music starts up and Hunter March starts thanking them for watching another episode, stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. It can’t be that obvious all the time, he thinks, because otherwise Alex would have noticed it already, would have said something. Anything. 

When he comes out, Alex and Zoe are talking in the kitchen, voices low and hushed. He raps his knuckles lightly against the door. Zoe looks up, face sharp as she says, “I better go, I’m already an hour late to my friends.” Before she leaves, she fixes Alex with one last look that almost makes George flinch. It would be better to flee. Easier, at least. But Alex has always been kind; even if they hadn’t won the prize, if they hadn’t convinced Susie to invest in their confectionery, Alex wouldn’t just blank him. 

The front door closes. The flat is quiet again: it’s just the two of them and the dishes in the sink. George itches to grab a sponge and occupy his hands; shoves them in his pocket instead. 

“Felt weird to see ourselves like that.” 

“Yeah,” Alex says, giving him a small smile. He doesn’t seem mad, truly. “Kinda insane to think about it, still, you know? Winning. Um, the money, of course. Our own place.” He looks down and shakes his head, smiling to himself. 

“We make a good team,” George allows himself to say. 

“We sure do.”

For a few seconds, they watch each other, the silence stretching like a taut bow. Then Alex clears his throat – George tries to steel himself for the blow, school his face into something neutral enough for the rejection. 

“Um. Zoe said,” and he clears his throat again, “she said that I should man up – her words, not mine – that I’ve wasted enough time already.”

“With, uh, with me?” George asks with a valiant attempt to ignore the lump in his throat. 

“Yes– no! Not with the shop, of course, just–” Alex scrubs a hand over his face. “Fuck, I’m getting this all wrong, just, let me–” and then he’s stepping in, cupping George’s nape with a hand as he slots their mouths together. George makes a noise that he’d deny on his deathbed – Alex seems into it anyways, he thinks – and presses closer, kisses him back. 

[gyutarling]

INFINITE

late night adventures with beomgyu...

♯ — beomgyu x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ wc 1.7k

warnings! — cursing, mentions of burning things, mentions of ghosts and death, catcher in the rye slander (not srs if u like that book thats cool!), a little pretentious, jokes about dating a senior citizen, lowercase intended, not proofread

note — went ballistic after gyu made an insta..... save me manic pixie dream boy..... save me....

“gyu, where are we even going?” you enquired. frankly, you were still a little grumpy from being woken up at 3 in the morning, with beomgyu outside your window holding your shoes, wordlessly telling you to follow him.

when no reply came after several pauses, you glanced over next to you, only to find him completely zoned out. you were about to open your mouth to snap at him, patience spreading thin from the sleepiness, but then he smiled.

“the library, we’re sneaking in.” he turned his eyes back to the road ahead after making eye contact with you, mischief still heavy on his cheeks.

what he said took you a few seconds longer to process. “oh, okay— wait. what?!” in your befuddled state, you stopped in your tracks, “what do you mean by ‘sneaking in’? why the library?” honestly, you were more surprised that you didn't have more questions, but then again, this is beomgyu, you wouldn't put something like this past him.

beomgyu casually fixed his bangs, “sneaking in as in, we’re gonna not-so-legally enter the library like, right now.” he stopped in front of said building, you didn’t even notice you had been walking for so long. “and the library because there's a book i wanna burn.”

you almost shouted out a question, if not for beomgyu placing his hand over your mouth when he saw you staring at him with wide eyes. “hush! we might get caught!” his hand dropped after he felt your tongue touching his palm, “gross! anyway, do you have a paperclip i can borrow? kinda need to pick this lock before we do the actual ‘sneaking in’ part.” he held out his hand as he inspected the lock.

“what the fuck? are you insane?!” you opted for whisper shouting instead. you take it back, just when you thought he couldn't get any crazier, he proves you wrong with his stupidly perfect smile that seems to grow wider with each late night adventure. “first of all, why did i have to come with? could you not have done this yourself? i don’t wanna get in trouble again.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“this is a two-person operation! besides, it’s more fun this way. so sorry in advance if i do get us into trouble,” beomgyu whispered back, and by the dimple peeking out from his smirk, you can tell he didn’t mean his apology.

you let out a relenting sigh and handed him a paperclip, “okay, but second of all, what book got you so enraged that you just had to sneak into the town library at such an ungodly hour just to steal and burn it?”

“it’s not like it enraged me, i mean, books are supposed to make you feel intense things, so i would have liked it if it did enrage me,” beomgyu mindlessly spoke while fidgeting with the paperclip, “it’s ‘the catcher in the rye’, borrowed and finished it recently, and i don’t know, the main character is just such a whiny ass bitch boy. he’s got this whole self-loathing, self-aware hypocrite persona going on, and throughout the book he pretty much just talks and drinks and pities himself. i think the author tried to make him too relatable, to the point that he became unrealistic, if that makes sense,” he rambled on, “the only part i liked was near the end, the part with his sister was actually pretty well-written.”

“so you are enraged,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his mini rant, “you’re cute when you ramble, by the way.”

“hm, i’d say the word would be ‘unimpressed’, i just don’t like it.” he pretended to inspect the lock closer, yet still failing miserably at hiding his reddening cheeks. a few minutes after poking and moving the paperclip around inside the keyhole, you heard a click, and seconds later, you two were inside the pitch dark library. “alright, we’re in. the rest should be fairly easy.”

“hold on, one more question,” you realised as you took out your phone for the flashlight, “why didn’t you just do this when you still had the book? why did you have to return it and then come back?” you were too far into the theft and arson two-person operation to be angry at beomgyu for dragging you into it at this point. you were happy to be hanging out with him anyway.

“hey, this might make me a criminal, but i’m not a heathen. i return my shit, never had an overdue book in my entire life,” beomgyu bragged, “mrs. librarian is basically my best friend.”

“and yet you don’t know her name?” you laughed at his antics.

“i believe in the magic of mystery,” he said in an exaggerated fancy accent, “besides, names and such formalities are for first dates, which i might score one soon, heard her husband’s been out a lot.”

“gross, dude! she’s like 78!” you couldn’t help but to playfully shove him.

“and yet she remains such a radiant beauty, her prune-like visuals never fail to amaze me!” beomgyu emphasised even more, and you both couldn’t help but let out loud laughs you weren’t supposed to.

“how romantic, even shakespeare wouldn’t have been able to be as eloquent as you. save it for her, though, i don’t wanna hear about how you’re into an old, saggy woman who’s pushing 80.”

as the laughter died down, you two decided to split up to look for the object of beomgyu’s hatred. you were a little unsettled by the dark, this was a library after all, a very fitting place for a victorian ghost to haunt.

just when you were about to let out a breathy laugh at your own absurd thoughts, you heard a creaking noise. you quickly turned off your phone’s flashlight, this was it, you always knew beomgyu would lead to your downfall by baiting you to some supernatural entity. he probably made a deal with the devil and offered up your soul. no, scratch that, beomgyu is the devil himself—

“boo!” you let out a squeak and fell backwards, startled as you saw beomgyu with his flashlight shining from below his face. you breathed heavily, trying to catch up with the shock as he let out silent cackles. beomgyu might be even more evil than the devil.

“oh man, you should’ve seen your face!” he spitted out between laughter, but that abruptly stopped when you two heard the jingle of keys. you looked at beomgyu, panic still in your eyes, but for a different reason this time. you were still on the ground when he helped you up and dragged you to a corner, sandwiched between two bookshelves as he covered your mouth.

you didn’t know if you were dizzy from being out of breath, or the distance (or the lack thereof) between you and beomgyu. one hand covering your mouth, one hand on your waist to keep you steady, his equally fast breaths on your cheek. if you weren’t insane enough already, he gave you a reassuring squeeze, and leaned his forehead on yours from exhaustion. you wanted to stay like this forever.

of course, your dazed moment was interrupted by the lights of the library turning on, and then came the sound of approaching footsteps. your anxiety returned, and beomgyu glanced to the side just to quickly turn back.

“change of plans. fuck the book, we’re booking it.” he smiled. honestly, how can he have time for word play in such a predicament?

“what—” at that, he grabbed your hand and bolted out from between the shelves. you could hear the shouting of someone, presumably the security guard, but the buzzing adrenaline was louder. beomgyu hurriedly bursted through the doors that you both came in from, with your hands still connected, then down the streets. your legs burned, but at that point, you two were laughing like crazy. in the small, empty neighbourhood, well into the night, you swore you could take on anything if you had beomgyu by your side.

slowing down, he continued to hold onto your hand as you came to a stop. inhaling and exhaling rapidly, the rush died down and you noticed the delicate snowflakes that nipped at your skin. beomgyu seemed to notice as well, he stood up straight and stared upwards, mesmerised by the fluttering whiteness.

“it’s the first snow,” he mumbled, “you know, they say that seeing the first snow together with someone means you’ll be with them forever, and any wishes you make will come true.” he looked back at you, and you found yourself admiring his twinkling eyes.

“that’s pretty,” you smiled at him, “did you wish for anything?”

“yeah, i wished that you were mrs. librarian instead— hey, ow! i’m kidding!” beomgyu dramatically rubbed his arm after you very lightly and playfully punched him.

“moment ruined.” you said, unimpressed as beomgyu giggled.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued watching the snow, it’s light enough to not be too cold, but cold enough for beomgyu to pull you closer to him, close enough for the moment to feel real.

“sorry you didn’t get to take out your burning anger on the book.” you slightly chuckled as you remembered the events of the night.

“it’s alright, didn’t matter too much to me,” he shrugged, “i didn’t even hate the book that much, just wanted an excuse to drag you out with me.”

you looked at him, stupefied, “so you couldn’t just ask me to hang out during the day like a normal person? what if that security guard was secretly a victorian ghost protecting the library? and what if said ghost happened to die from a thief who burned their house down?” you started exaggerating to show that you weren’t actually mad at him.

beomgyu jokingly scoffed at your silly rambling, “normal is boring, and from your whole spiel just now, you’re clearly not normal either, weirdo.” at that, you both smiled at each other.

beomgyu is truly beautiful, but especially when he smiles. the way his nose scrunches, pinkish from the cold, eyes turning into crescents with tiny sparkles in them. the way his lips curl up, matching the wispy ends of his soft-looking hair, framing his face perfectly. his smile is truly perfect.

in that moment, all you could feel was beomgyu and the world, both infinitely yours.

PERMANENT TAGLIST (italics = can't tag!) @malswrldsworld (send an ask to be added!)

[thetragicallynerdy]

hey friend, hope your day's well! 10, 12 and 14 for ao3 wrapped?

awww hey buddy!!! it's been very chill, hope yours goes wonderfully too <3

10) What work was the quickest to write?

So, this is a bit of a mixed bag, because my works varied from 200 words to 55K words last year XD But a couple that were quick to write in terms of how easily they came:

Heel (OFMD, Jim/Zheng, NSFW, 8K) - this one wrote up really quickly! It's 8K and I think I wrote it in 4 days? It just flowed incredibly easily.

the rainbow connection (OFMD, Jim/Olu, 1.7K) - this one got written in like one night XD it came so quickly lol, I had the idea and a few hours later yeeted the fic on ao3.

Yippee-Kiyay, Motherfuckers (OFMD, Jim/Olu, 55K) - so this one took a month to write, which is absolutely the quickest I've written a complete multi-chaptered fic in my entire life. Having a plot already formed for me helped a TON. (It's the Die Hard fic.)

12) How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

31 ahahahhah

Not all of them are being actively worked on, but yeah. Thirty-one.

14) What’s your shortest work of the year?

drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart (OFMD, Jim/Ed, NSFW, 200 words) - My only double drabble ever!! I think it's the shortest work I've published ever, not just this year. It was fun to do! (It is also the 'quickest to write up', but that felt like cheating XD)

Thanks for the asks friend!!

Ao3 Wrapped Ask Game is here for the curious!

[marshymallo]

i hear the secrets that you keep…

when you’re talking in your sleep

pairing: mike schmidt x gn! reader

synopsis: you’re abby’s latest babysitter, but there’s just one problem… her older brother is really hot and you may just have a crush on him. good thing he has no idea though, right?

tags: fluff, second person pov, two idiots in love (neither one knows until now), takes place after the fnaf movie, slight use of the song/lyrics bc it's more fun that way

word count: 1.7k (wow-)

a/n: welcome to 'i came up with a cute idea for a fic and then was encouraged by several people to make it so i did' otherwise known as my first time writing fanfiction. constructive criticism is welcome and, in fact, highly encouraged! i’m not a great writer and this was just for fun, but i’m always willing to improve. leave a like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy this!

icons by @dianauniverse

9:31 pm

it's been a few months since everything happened at the pizzeria. mike had been able to find some more jobs and even more ways to get fired from them. this most recent job had the best pay by far, but the hours were still awful. ever since he worked at freddy's, he just couldn't seem to find another job that wasn't working the graveyard shift. as mike tries to come his unruly hair, a useless endeavor, there came a quiet knock at the door. he opens it and there's you, abby's newest (and longest) babysitter and quite literally the most attractive person he thinks he's ever seen.

mike had first seen you at the grocery store, wait, no- the ice cream shop? god, he really needs to sleep more… it was both. when he worked as security in the mall, you were working at the ice cream shop in the food court. and, somehow, you always had his usual order ready for him before he had even come up to the counter. you were grocery shopping when he (literally) bumped into you. abby insisted that she could push the shopping cart just before she ran it into your side.

in that moment, mike had decided two definitive things. one: abby was never allowed to push the cart again until she was was taller than it and two: you looked really fucking cute while you were cursing under your breath so his little sister wouldn't hear such vulgar language. mike kept apologizing profusely for abby when even when you kept insisting that you were completely fine. the two of you lost track of time just talking and catching up with one another that neither of you had even noticed abby wandered off and collected the rest of the groceries by herself until she returned with a cart overflowing with snacks and sweets.

before abby dragged her brother to the register, you had written your phone number on the back of your grocery list and handed it to him saying, "it was really nice catching up with you. don't be a stranger, alright?" you hadn't anticipated him to call you that night, jumping at the sudden sound of your landline's obnoxiously loud ringing in your house.

"hey, it's mike. look, can i ask you a favor? abby's babysitter just cancelled on me last minute…" you arrived at the schmidt household not even twenty minutes later, holding some tupperware containers with food and dessert which had abby wrapped around your finger in an instant.

that fateful saturday was almost a month ago, now. mike still hadn't been able to pay you, but you kept shrugging him off. you always wore a soft smile on your face when you would tell him "i'm not doing this for the money, mike. i'm doing it because you're my friend." which is exactly what led you to where you were now: awkwardly admiring mike as you stood at his front door while preparing to watch abby for the night.

"you should really just expect me to be early by now, y'know? the day i show up late to look after my favorite schmidt is the day hell freezes over."

"your favorite schmidt? ouch… who knows? maybe one day you'll surprise us all and be just one minute late," he jokes.

"uh huh, sure…" you trail off, staring at mike as he continues to get himself ready. his curly hair fighting against him and his comb, but it looks so soft and so good on him. and he hasn't had time to trim his facial hair in a bit, but it really works for him. has being perpetually tired with eyebags ever looked so good on a man? you're so caught up in admiring him that when he turns to look at you, you avert your gaze and pretend to be fascinated by whatever was on the television.

"are my clothes too wrinkled?" he asks, one eyebrow ever-so-slightly raised as he glances at you. if looking good was a crime, mike would be given the death sentence…

"i don't think so.. then again, you're asking the person wearing an old hoodie and sweatpants…" you mention. he breathes out a laugh. "i'll take it."

mike reaches past you to grab his backpack. you can smell a hint of the cologne he put on from how close he is and god be damned if it doesn't make him even more attractive. "i'll see you when i get back," he says softly.

you let out a small "see you!" only to receive a tight-lipped smile as he gently closes the door behind him. you groan as you hand your head in your hands. you and your hopeless crush on the brother of the girl you were babysitting…

6:52 am

mike is exhausted as he pulls into the driveway with a yawn. he sluggishly walks to and leans against the front door. he can feel the sleep in his eyes and the tiredness of late hours fogging his brain as he misses the lock with his key a few times. when he opens the door, it swings open and slams against the wall from the force of his body resting upon it. shit.

you're curled up on the couch and asleep, moving slightly underneath the small throw blanket. he sets his stuff down gentler than when he opened the door so as not to wake you while tip-toeing his way down the hall to check on abby. she's asleep in her bed, tucked in and surrounded by her stuffed animals. there's a book on the nightstand indicating that the ten-year-old bargained that she would only go to sleep if you read to her. this wasn't true, of course, but abby loved to hear your tired voice read to her.

mike slowly crept his way back into the living room, just noticing the noise and soft glow of the tv as an infomercial murmurs in the background. he grabs the remotes and turns it off, the faint buzzing ceasing. you shift around again as soon as he does so, but you never wake. mike pauses his movements, awkwardly hovering over you in case you do wake up, eventually deciding you're still asleep before he quietly shuffles back to where he dropped his things. he felt bad waking you, especially since he recently found out that you, too, were struggling with sleeping at night.

he goes into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, only to see that you've cleaned the room and washed the dishes for him again. after the first time he noticed it, he insisted that you didn't need to do that for him. that he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. your response every time? "you always come back exhausted, mike. i can clean a few dishes and tidy up one room for you." he's thankful for it, for you, honestly. you just… wanted to do nice things for him. and for abby. god knows that girl loved you to death. so much so that she had even started including you in her endless colorful drawings.

mike checks the time on the microwave. 6:58 am. he'd let you sleep until 7:30. or maybe 8? he'll wake you up when abby wakes up, he decides. mike walks past you on the couch again when he hears you mumbling to yourself. at first, he thinks he's accidentally woken you up. but then, mike hears you babbling complete gibberish. he huffs out a laugh before he hears something actually intelligible.

"w…n…love you, mike…" he freezes. before he can question what just happened, you go completely silent, moving underneath the blanket once more. did he hear that right? you…love him?

all of a sudden, an alarm goes off. your alarm clock, indicating that it's already 7 am. the alarm clock you brought from home just so you could wake up early to help abby get ready for her day, how could he forget? you stir awake only to see mike frozen and staring at you from above, jaw slack and a dumbstruck look on his face. a few moments pass before he comes back to reality.

"good morning…" you mutter with a yawn. similar to how abby loved hearing your soothing voice lull her to sleep, mike loved hearing your deep and raspy morning voice as you were first waking up.

"hey… sleep good?" mike's thoughts are racing at this point, only to be disrupted by you stretching your arms above your head and asking, "yeah. did you just get back?"

"um, yeah…" he stumbles away from the couch before adding, "y'know… you were talking in your sleep…"

"did i? was it something embarrassing?" you joke, but the tense silence is the only answer you need. "well shit, what did i say?" you inquire.

"it's… nothing really. just something stupid. don't worry about it-"

"i'm going to worry about it until you tell me, mike. what did i say?" you cut him off. and it's true, you won't stop thinking about what you might've said until mike tells you. it's a fact that both of you were well aware of.

"just, um, you told me that you love me…?" mike is met with absolute silence. when he gathers up the courage to glance at you, all he can see is your wide-eyed stare in disbelief.

"is this some sort of joke?? because it's not very funny, mike-" you defend.

"what?- no, it's not a joke-" he startles at your response. "i just- …do you? …love me?"

your head hangs in your hands from embarrassment. he can just barely make out a muffled 'mhmm' and head nod as you refuse to look at him. the gentle warmth of mike's hand is placed on your shoulder as he uses his other hand to lift your chin to gaze up at him.

you stare into his eyes. has mike always looked at you with such a comforting and alluring gaze? you can feel his warm breath against your skin and you're sure that here, in this moment, you've never been closer nor wanted to be closer to mike than right now. you lean in, just a little more and…

"ARE YOU TWO FINALLY DATING?!"

aaaaaaaaaand abby's awake…

final author's note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! this is my first time actually writing fanfiction. it was fun, but i'm not entirely sure i'll ever do it again because writing really isn't my strong suit- if you wanted to write a mike schmidt x reader using this prompt idea, tag me!! i'd love to read it! i hope you enjoyed :))

[ficsforeren]

MORE EREN MASTURBATION HCS PLEASE

okay, so I'm gonna do one for rockstar!eren from The Last Song cause he's the most popular. This takes place a year after they graduated from college, so they hadn't slept together yet. They were both still at the beginning of their careers, busy with their own lives, and they haven't met each other in a while because of that.

WC: 1.7K

Part 1 can be read here

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

Eren Jaeger, the frontman of Empire, threw himself on the bed with the heaviest sigh, not caring if he still had his combat boots and his favorite leather jacket on. His legs felt wobbly after running around non-stop on the stage for three hours while carrying a nine-pound bass. His throat felt sore, his untied hair strewn all over the pillow. He fixated his gaze on the ceiling and he felt alone. Hundreds of people were screaming his name just a few hours ago, and he still felt empty. And in this hotel room, where only the sound of his breathing filled the empty space, he felt worse.

I miss her.

Of course, he missed you. There was never a time he didn't. But it had been almost a month since he last saw you in person. A month since he last stole a kiss from your cheek when you fell asleep on the couch during movie night. A month since he last saw you giggling at him as you made fun of his latest photoshoot. A month since he last felt your warmth in his arms when you bid him goodbye and wished him good luck for his show.

His phone vibrated against the lines of his palm, and he ran his thumb over the screen. It was from one of his groupies—that girl who wrapped her lips around his cock in his trailer earlier, right before his concert started. She was sending him nude pictures of her, his name written on bright red lipstick on her stomach as she pumped two fingers in her cunt. Eren stared at the photos with boredom in his eyes. She was pretty, prettier than any girls he had had one night stands with, but she wasn't you. And he never gave a fuck about anyone else, except you.

Two seconds later, a video popped up on his screen. "Eren... I want your cock in me," she said as she fingered herself. "Please, I need it. Having you in my mouth wasn't enough. I want you to break me apart. I want you to split me open with your cock, Daddy." The video ended there.

He felt disgusted. Even more so when he realized that she... kind of sounded like you. Swallowing his breath and ignoring the guilt that quickly bubbled up in his chest, Eren tapped his screen and he closed his eyes.

The video repeated and your face appeared.

"Eren..." Fuck, even the way she said his name sounded very similar to how you called him, only she was breathier, needy. But his mind easily covered it up. He could imagine you here, hovering right above him as he laid down on the bed, imagining you crawling down until you have your hand toying with his belt, your teeth showing behind a seductive smirk before you use them to tug down his zipper.

"I want your cock in me." He pictured you saying that line with your hand stroking his thigh, your pretty fingers curling around his cock, giving him lazy strokes until he came alive in your hand. "Please, I need it."

He knew it was a fucked-up thing to do but his hand moved on its own, cupping his bulge from over his jeans. "Having you in my mouth wasn't enough." He visualized you biting the corner of your lip, something that you usually did when you were nervous. Perhaps you'd do that too when you got aroused? "I want you to break me apart."

Fuck, his breathing was strained. He unbuttoned his pants, slipping his hand inside his briefs, rubbing himself. "Split me open with your cock, Daddy." He hissed, curling his fingers tight around his length, his hips thrusting forward until—

His phone rang and his eyes jolted open. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his heart palpitating. He saw your name on the screen, and it felt like the floor crumbled beneath him when he realized that you were calling him. Panicking, he rejected the call.

Shit, shit, shit, what the fuck am I doing?! He sat upright on the bed, staring at his phone in horror. His dick strained painfully against his jeans, still begging for attention. He wasted a minute trying to calm himself down, wishing his face would stop burning. Exhaling sharply, he called you back. "H-hey," he stuttered. Mentally slapping himself on the face, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Hey, sorry, I was in the middle of—" fucking my fist at the thoughts of you, "—taking a shower."

"Oh, sorry,” you expressed, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, it’s fine. What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to check how you’re doing.” He could imagine you smiling at him—that sweet, delicate smile of yours that never failed to warm his heart. “How was the concert?”

“It was great. Sold all of our tickets in one night.”

“As expected,” you giggled. His heart throbbed. God, you must have looked so pretty right now. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come to the show. I had to interview this diplomat who clearly had no idea what he was doing when it came to reducing emissions and…”

You rambled on and Eren heard your voice but he couldn’t register your words. He was still hard from before, his hand itching to caress himself over his jeans. You sounded so pretty. Even when you were vexed, you sounded the same. He loved your voice, so much it drove him insane. “I’m sorry,” he said, lying back down on the bed, his head sinking into his pillow.

“No, it’s okay. Pieck invited me to this nice spa right after so I’m not pissed anymore. I got myself a massage.”

A massage, he gulped. He hated himself for being so perverted because the first thought that appeared in his head was you lying down on a massage table, bare with only a towel covering your lower half. “And uh… How was it?”

“The massage? Oh, Eren, it felt so good.”

He shivered, all blood running south. It was a content sigh that escaped your mouth and he knew you didn’t mean it to sound it as anything more but to him, it felt like you were moaning his name. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stand it anymore. Lifting his shirt, he kept one hand around his phone and another one sliding down to work on his pants. He pushed it down along with his briefs until he had his cock slapping against his stomach. “Yeah?” He asked, tongue peeking out to wet his lower lip.

“Yeah. I’ve never gotten a stone massage before but I’m really glad I did. It's a bit embarrassing because I had to take off my clothes, but the therapist was really nice and polite."

So you were naked. The image of your nude body, your skin glistening with oil, your blissful face. Fuck. He wrapped his fingers around himself tighter, bucking his hips forward. His shirt started to go in the way so he tucked the hem between his teeth, nipping at it as he tried to contain his moans.

You started to go into details about how great the whole experience was but he didn't pay attention to any of it. He just listened to your voice. In his ears, you were saying filthy things. Every little giggle, every little sigh, every time you vocalized his name, it made the yearning inside him increase by tenfolds. He wanted you. Fuck, he wanted you so bad. He stroked himself harder, matching each pump with the sound of your breath. He continued biting on his shirt as he pressed his thumb over his slit, pre-cum staining his digit.

"It hurt a little at the beginning but maybe because I was so tense," you chortled sheepishly. "I thought she was going to break me apart."

I want you to break me apart. Suddenly, Eren couldn't tell the difference between your words and her words—that girl who sent him dirty pictures earlier. He fantasized about you bouncing on his lap, telling him how big he was, how you felt so stretched out with every move of his hips.

"You should try it sometimes," you spoke. "If you want, I can get you an appointment. I would love to come together with you."

Cum with me, Ren, he visualized you saying, I want to cum together with you. Want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up with your cum. "Ah," an involuntary moan fleed from his mouth, loud enough for you to catch it from the other line.

"Ren?" The nickname you gave him lit fireworks in his stomach, driving him closer to the edge. "Eren, are you okay?"

Shit, I'm gonna cum. "Call my name."

"What?"

"Just—" He arched his back, head thrown back. "Call my name again—please—" I'm close. I'm so close—

"Eren—"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. With a string of fast pumps and the sound of his name being spoken, Eren cummed all over his stomach, thick white ropes of semen coating his sun-kissed skin. He was breathless, his chest heaving up and down, the muscles in his abdomens clenched tightly before they loosened at once as his orgasm washed over him. His lips were parted in a silent moan of your name. In his head, you looked pretty with his cum on your chest. Maybe if you were a little bit naughty, you would scoop it up with your fingers and bring some to your mouth.

"Eren, what is going on?"

Slapped back to reality, Eren gathered himself. His mind was still hazy from pleasure but he had to focus. "Sorry, I was—I kept hearing my fans calling me Jaeger all the time so it felt a bit weird to hear you calling me by my name." He wasn't sure if it made sense—it probably didn't—but he wished it did. "Sorry for being so weird."

"Umm... No, it's fine. Why don't they call you Eren, though?"

"Some of them do. They just think Jaeger sounds cooler. Well, it's still much better than calling me Daddy, I guess."

"They called you Daddy?" The disgust in your voice made him titter.

"Sometimes. What, you wanna try?"

"Wanna try what?"

"Calling me Daddy."

You snorted. "Yeah, right."

"What, too scared? Is it too naughty for you, Sweetheart? I've always known you're a prude."

There was a pause that made him worry whether he went too far with his joke but before he could hear anything, he heard you scoff. "I'll say it if you promise you'll get a Thai massage with me next week."

He didn't know what a Thai massage was and knowing you and your diabolical plans, he knew it was a way for you to seek revenge but he didn't care. "Promise."

He waited with bated breath, listening closely. His heartbeat was blasting in his ears but he still heard you when you whispered, "Daddy."

Blood pool in his face, cheeks turning crimson and his flaccid cock twitched again in his hand. His jaw turned slack before he closed his mouth and swallowed thickly. "One, uh, one more time?"

"Ha-ha very funny." He could tell you were just as embarrassed as he was. "I'll see you at my apartment next week, three pm. Get ready to have your bones crushed." And you ended the call.

Eren laid feebly on his bed, his phone slipping out of his hand. Your voice still echoed through his mind and as he looked down, he noticed one thing.

"I'm gonna have to take a cold shower."

***

[aruuq]

Gifts Headcanons – Genshin Impact Characters; Advent Calendar Day 16

characters: albedo, beidou, bennett, childe, diluc, fischl, gorou, hu tao, itto, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff

word count: 1.7k

notes: i’ve opened event requests. it’s a holiday + 500 followers prompts event. you can check it and request drabble/s (i highly recommend it, i’ve been gathering the prompts for over a month and been doing the whole post for a few hours only for it to flop vnsjkvnkjv). more about it here!  also, little fun fact, if i sum every part of these headcanons up, they have 7k words in total... it’s terrifying... 

warnings: not proofread, mention of food, mention of alcohol, mention of death in hu tao part but it’s because it’s hu tao yk...

event’s masterlist │ other gifts headcanons: hq ┃ jjk ┃ tkrv

❄ A bottle of the greatest dandelion wine from our favorite bard! Venti decides to give what’s the most precious to his heart for his muse. He also sings all kinds of ballads to keep you entertained, the beautiful sound of lyre setting the mood, while you share the beverage. But because it’s no one else than Venti, something about his gift seems not right. The little asshole that he is, the Archon has stolen the bottle from Diluc’s tavern, so he needs to face consequences of doing so (which probably is getting his ass whooped by mr. Ragnvindr the day after Christmas). Everything for his loved one (and for a drink or two)!

❄ Zhongli chooses as a gift something very meaningful. He’s a reasonable man, very traditional, the one who desires happiness for his loved ones. I can see him buying you a really old pair of earrings, necklace, bracelet, brooch, any piece of jewelry with gems having rich history around them. He then tells you all he knows about it, explaining why he has thought it’s the most suitable present to adorn your features.

❄ Albedo doesn’t know much about human nature, he’s still learning after all. So he searches for advice from his dearest friends, most trusted coworkers. Somehow in the way he ends with Lisa and Kaeya helping him. You end up receiving a bouquet of one hundred cecilias, a giant box of chocolates, very strong perfumes and a silver or gold brooch. Oh, and he also insists on allowing him to create a painting of you to memorialize your holidays together!

❄ I think that Diluc would close his tavern a few hours earlier and invite you over for a date he’s prepared. There’s food made by himself, his bestest of best beverage (he doesn’t like to drink but will pour himself this one symbolic glass of wine or whatever you’re drinking, and sip on it slowly for the whole evening!), and play your favorite music on a gramophone (do they even have gramophones in genshin? doesn’t matter, now they have to have them lmfao). Of course it’s only a background, the complement to the present he’s bought for you (it’s your fav jewelry).

❄ As much as I love him, I find it really hard to read his character, I’m lame af. Well, anyways, Kaeya is a sneaky lil shit, that’s for sure. He may love you, yet he still doesn’t want you to know anything more than needed about him. It’s just his way of being, nothing personal, ya know. I think if you’ve asked him more than five times why he has an eyepatch, he’s decided to make you stop making these questions by creating you your own one. Kaeya gives you it with a bouquet of roses, and tells you something like “Well, my love, people tend to give their lovers the best of clothes, that is why I’ve thought this alluring eyepatch will adorn your gorgeous face”. Ya get the vibe.

❄ He’s a dumbass, but a very loving one. For the whole year Childe has been scribbling little tiny notes in his notebook about all of the people doing anything bad towards you or the ones you have been complaining about. A few days before Christmas he goes to every little soul whose name is written in his notes, and then proceeds to threaten them that they have to give you a gift on Christmas to compensate for their sins or he’ll beat them. You end up with a long ass line on Christmas Day, waiting by your door to give you a gift, and Tartaglia just stands beside you, erasing the names carefully from the notebook. Besides that our little Ajax buys you something very expensive, just because he can, and of course he’s the one to make the Christmas dinner.

❄ Xiao doesn’t understand the whole excitement revolving around Christmas. It’s another human holiday he’s not fond of, because he simply doesn’t understand the nature of mortals. Yet, when you ask him to exchange gifts with you, he’s willing to do so. Xiao’s a bit lost when it comes to buying you a gift, so he decides to make something himself. And I can assure you, it’s something you’ll consider worth all the mora in the world since it’s made with love by the sore hands of your lover.

❄ Let’s be honest. Itto gives you a gift really similar to the one he’s given you for your birthday based on his voice lines. The prettiest, the strongest onikabuto he’s ever caught, some really rare cards, and probably sweets he’s stolen fairly won from children. But since you are not a mere friend, a mere traveler, he also gives you tons of kisses. Probably the amount of them is the same as the amount of days you two are together (yes, he’s counted it. yes, it’s taken him at least a few hours to do so).

❄ He’s the last one from all of the gifts headcanons I've written (I just realised there’s 70 characters together, dear gods) and I feel as if my creativity’s been long gone. Gorou asks Kokomi to give him a day off, or at least half of it, so he can spend it with you. He probably didn’t have time to buy you anything, so he makes you your favorite meal and then pepper you with kisses! And lemme tell you, his tail can’t stop wagging from happiness when he’s around you, so when you cuddle after eating and you keep stroking his ears, Gorou melts under your touch, and you make him all yours.

❄ Kazuha has the soul of a romantic. He writes you a meaningful poem on a pergamin, where he transforms all of his precious deep-hidden feelings into beautiful words full of amazing metaphors. He then rolls the sheet up and ties it with a red ribbon after placing a wax seal on it. Kazuha invites you to a short walk on Inazuma's beach, and makes you find the poem sealed tightly in a glass bottle.

❄ This boy’s heart is made of gold, he gives you a gift he’s made himself, so that he’s sure you only receive something with the best quality possible. Thoma plans to make you a pair of socks with a cute pattern in your favorite colors. Before he realizes, there’s also a matching gloves, scarf and a hat, so that he’s sure you’re not gonna be freezing this winter!

❄ Beidou makes sure to give everyone on board a few days off during Christmas time. Of course, most of the crew stays on the ship anyways, since they treat it as their home, everyone their family, but when Beidou really insists on taking a day off on land, they understand she just wants some time alone with you. Maybe it’s not much, just a day the two of you can spend together on the empty ship, enjoying peace of the uncrowded corridors and silence of the sea waves, but it’s surely a day you are going to remember forever, since you can see Beidou being herself, no pretending, no stress. And this fact alone warms your heart.

❄ I really want to say that you receive a coupon for a free coffin. And I will. Hu Tao gives you a coupon she’s made herself for a free coffin. You have no idea when you will use it or for whom (you silently pray in your mind that it’s not her way of telling you that one more argument and it’s gonna be yours-yours), but you are grateful??? I guess?? You chose her for a reason so I suspect a gift like this is going to be in your type too.

❄ Honestly, Bennett is so in love with you he wants to give you the whole world. He wants to give you the most expensive gifts, the most treasurable experiences, the bestest of the best, ‘cause he knows you deserve it all. But with Benny’s poor luck it’s so hard for him, impossible I may say. When he tries to buy you a pretty bracelet he’s seen you looking at a few days before, it happens that somehow has bought it five minutes before him; when he wants to cook you your favorite dish, there’s no ingredients anywhere, and when he tries to collect simple flowers for a bouquet, a boar almost runs him over… At the end, on Christmas Day, Bennett comes to you with nothing, or so he thinks. Because you already have the best gift you could’ve ever wanted, and it’s the luck of having him in your life ;))

❄ Fischl, being the person she is, is extremely stressed during the Christmas season. She wants to give you the best gift the moon and the stars have ever witnessed, but she’s also scared for her dear life she’ll disappoint you. That is why Fishl composes a set of riddles and simple games that, in fact, are just a quiz/questionnaire that’ll eventually help her to find the most suitable present for you (it’s obvious she can’t just straightforwardly ask you, duh). And even if you’ve seen through her very sneaky plan, you haven’t let her know this, ‘cause her happiness and comfort is also yours! Let her have this one…

❄ Here comes the hard one… Scaramouche is someone who doesn’t trust people easily. I would even risk it to say that he doesn’t trust anyone, himself included. He’s never known the warmth of human’s love, the happiness of somebody’s accompaniment, the feeling of wanting a person as a friend, a lover, a part of a family he’s never had. As much as I love the headcanon of this boy being the biggest tsundere on the earth, I also feel that when he finally finds someone giving what his fragile soul needs the most, giving him the act of a true, selfless love, Scara does everything to make this person happy. So yes, it was my way of saying Scaramouche gives you the best present you could’ve imagined, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[miiracleboys]

fic recs 4

rainwater by miracleboysatori | T | 11.6K

ushiten. somewhat of a relationship study; ushijima doesn’t really get tendou’s love for the rain, but in learning to understand it, they grow a little closer. they’re cute.

growing pains by swordsainted | G | 2.8K

oikawa-centric. oikawa gets a little nostalgic and a lot apprehensive of things to come, and iwaizumi’s there like he always is. soft summer vibes.

there’s a mountaintop (that i’m dreaming of) by kouzaires | G | 8.9K

pov outsider of hinata as he leaves high school and takes on the world. i can’t describe how this fic makes me feel but i love hinata very much and so does everyone else, as they should.

it’s not living (if it’s not with you) by brella | T | 36.9K

tsukkiyama. groundhog day au in which tsukishima is a misanthropic tv reporter caught in a timeloop. i liked tsukishima’s voice a lot in this one, and the emotions Can and Will kick you in the chest—it aches, quite a bit sometimes, as he tries to adjust, and the happy ending is wonderful :)

to love is to tell the story of the world by allicanseeispink | T | 11.5K

post-timeskip konoha-centric as he spends an evening with his friends. also partially an outsider pov on bokuaka and very, very pretty with many Feelings

tongues and teeth by priorwalter | T | 4.2K

sunaosakomo. au in which osamu and komori are vampires and suna has no idea and just thinks his boyfriends are kind of weird and possibly in a cult. funny and includes aran and suna being bros

you will not be hungry by curvatures | G | 2.6K

daisuga and what comes after the kamomedai match. prose-heavy and very sweet :)

teach me the way home by icespyders | T | 22.1K

kuroken and a kuroo character study. a series of scenes as kuroo and kenma grow up together on trains and in train stations. beautifully written with on-point characterizations; kuroken love each other a lot and it knocks me Flat

in between evenings by thispieceofmind | M | 31.2K

daisuga. they’re pining and a little bit stupid about it, but this whole fic is soft and warm like fresh bread and. woaugh. them.

One October Hour by Wy95 | T | 4.2K

reon gets dragged into a noir detective roleplay storyline by the rest of shiratorizawa. screenplay format. this one made me laugh out loud a few times; they love him a lot.

but his brother, sleep by nautilics | G | 2.4K

miya twins-centric. gods au, second person pov by an unnamed outsider making the trek to the top of a mountain to ask for the twins’ favor because things in the mortal world have stopped being able to die. really, really cool vibes.

games stop? sure hope they do by asynchrony | G | 4.2K

datekou-centric. au in which the team all work in a gamestop and a collection of moments throughout their time working together through the eyes of one nametsu mai. plotless but a lot of fun and one of my all time favorite fics in the fandom; this author never misses.

tatami stitch by asynchrony | G | 1.7K

datekou-centric. moniwa, kamasaki, and sasaya, as first years, make their own uniforms from scratch. this is a love letter to them and the team and it’s. ough. wow. like i said, this author does not miss!

Point Break by suspiciousflashlight | T | 18.3K

daisuga. suga accidentally submits the wrong file in place of a science project, and the two of them, plus asahi and kiyoko, make attempts to get it back. i’ve recommended it before, but this one’s really funny and by one of my favorite haikyuu authors; the whole fic is light and fun and i adore daisuga’s characterization and dynamic.

Laissez-Faire by suspiciousflashlight | E | 31.3K

asanoya. asahi joins nishinoya backpacking in france and nishinoya is maybe kind of definitely trying to woo asahi with the wonders of traveling along the way. has the energy of a romcom and made me crack up multiple times; they like each other a lot and i love it.

[nctinthehouse]

Unexpected Company

PAIRING: neighbour!reader x neighbour!Jaehyun

GENRE: fluff, slight humour, neighbours!au, strangers to lovers!au

WC: 1.7k

⚠️ WARNING(S): language, horror themes

PROMPT: SEVENTY-SIX. neighbor x neighbor ; where the power goes out and they’re both afraid of the dark and so seek comfort with each other.

A/N: Written for @ficscafe au pairing event. I had a lot of fun writing this one, hope you guys enjoy this! Happy reading & Happy Halloween 🎃

It’s around 10 PM and you’re still not asleep yet as usual. The TV is on, playing in the background while you’re lying down on the couch playing on your phone.

You were just minding your own business when the TV and the lights around you turned off all of a sudden.

You let out a yelp as soon as it happens, quickly looking up from your phone as your eyes scan around the apartment. You sit there on the couch frozen and it takes a few moments later to clock what just happened even though it was obvious.

A damn power cut.

“What the fuck?” you said out loud to yourself

Your apartment was now dark and gloomy, like straight out from a horror film. You did not like it one bit because you’re afraid of the dark.

You’ve had a power cut before but it was so long ago that you weren’t certainly expecting it to happen again. Not that power cuts happened frequently in your life. The last time you had one, it only affected your apartment building and you had one of your friends over so it wasn’t so bad.

You don’t remember it being this dark though as the lights from outside helped bring some light into your apartment. But this time, it’s way darker than it was.

‏‏‎ ‎

‏‏‎ ‎

You turned around from your couch to look out the windows and realise that all the street lights and any sort of light source from outside were all gone.

“Wait, did the whole area lose power?” you furrow your brows in confusion

Your balcony doors were slightly open, the groans and complaints of your surrounding neighbours confirmed your suspicion.

The fact that not only your apartment building has lost power but the surrounding area outside has lost power too, making the whole place black. The only sort of light source you had was the flashlight from your almost dying phone and the lights from a few cars that were just passing along the streets but that didn’t help at all.

You mentally slapped yourself for not getting up from the couch earlier to grab your charger and now you can’t even do that because you won’t be able to charge it anyway since the power is out so there’s no point.

As you sat on the couch for a few minutes, several knocks on the door scared you from your thoughts. You cautiously turn the flashlight on from your phone and scan around your apartment hoping that there wasn’t anyone but you there.

A few more knocks came. You curled your knees up towards your chest, staring at the front door. You were scared since you weren't expecting anyone at this hour let alone anyone in general.

For some reason, you had decided to go and see who or what was out there. Perhaps one of your neighbours needed help or perhaps it was a ghost coming to get you.

What the fuck Y/N calm yourself down, why would a ghost knock on your door? You thought to yourself

You get up and slowly walk towards the front door, grabbing a duster you had lying next to the TV on your way there; holding it up like a weapon, like it would protect you.

“Please don’t be ghosts please don’t be ghosts please don’t be ghosts please don’t be ghosts” you repeat to yourself as you take a step closer to the door

You weren’t expecting anyone to be outside so as soon as your flashlight caught a standing figure right in front of you; a fist up in the air, your immediate reaction was to scream the whole building down. However you quickly realise it was just the cute guy you knew that just lived across from your apartment, whose name is Jaehyun aka the guy with the cute dimples you wanna poke.

You’ve talked to Jaehyun every now and then but haven’t really spent a huge amount of time doing so though. Probably no more than 5 minutes because he seemed to always be busy. You’d love to get to know him better though. Maybe tonight’s the chance.

“You’re not a ghost!” you say happily and let out a huge sigh

Jaehyun takes a few moments to register what you just said

“Sorry I uh... what?”

“Oh uh ahaha… sorry. I-I just wasn’t expecting anyone at this time and when I heard the knocks I freaked out and this power cut doesn’t help it at all because it’s so dark and I can’t see shit and I hate the dark and I’m scared that there’s ghosts and-”

You stop mid sentence as you hear a chuckle and look at him. His whole face lit up, eyes forming crescents, a huge grin on his face and dimples so deep (damn you just wanna poke them).

You realise that you were rambling to your neighbour who must have a reason as to why he knocked on your door at this hour.

“Were you cleaning in the dark?” Jaehyun questions, tilting his head to the side as he points to the duster you’re holding

“Oh, no noo, I uh, thought you were a ghost so I just grabbed a… weapon?” you grimace

Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles

“Um, is everything ok Jaehyun?”

“Oh right uh... I was just wondering if I could hang out at yours for a bit? This might sound stupid but I’m kinda scared of the dark so…” Jaehyun says as he rubs the nape of his neck

You shouted out a small “yes!” with a fist in the air, completely forgetting that Jaehyun was here

“I-I mean s-sure! Don’t worry, I’m scared of the dark too so I could really use some company” you say as you let out a nervous laugh

You let Jaehyun in and lock the door as he makes his way to your living room. The flashlight on his phone shines around the apartment briefly, spotting a few prints on the wall and a few small pots of plants.

“Nice place”

“Oh, thank you! Make yourself at home” pointing at the couch and following Jaehyun. You put the duster down on the coffee table and both make yourselves comfortable on the couch. Jaehyun places his phone on the coffee table in front.

You swear you could hear your heart beating so fast, you think he could hear it too. Never had you been so close to him before. You’re pretty sure you’re a blushing mess right now too but luckily it was dark he couldn't see that.

“So, you’re scared of the dark too huh?” Jaehyun asks

“Ugh, it makes me feel like I’m in a horror movie and you know all the things that could happen. It’s not fun and it’s creepy”

“Why are you scared?” you ask Jaehyun

“It’s uh, kinda ridiculous…”

“Come on! I won’t judge” you sit up straight and turn your body towards him

“Well... when I was a kid, I was over at a friend's house one night. We were just playing games in his room when the power suddenly went out. One of my other friends thought it’d be funny to scare us and since it was dark, we didn’t realise that he actually left the room. The door started creaking open slowly until there was a loud honking noise and out of nowhere the friend that left re-appeared right in front of our faces and shouted out a “BOO!” and said “Wanna play a game?” so creepily. He was even all dressed up looking like an actual clown! He had a mask, a big red nose and a crazy orange wig! It scared the living shit out of me. Ever since then I’ve been scared of the dark AND clowns.”

Jaehyun shakes his head a few times and shivers as he recalls that night. He turns to you after he finishes talking and sees you rubbing your chest up and down with a relieved expression. Little did he know that he actually made you jump the moment he said “BOO!”.

“Was that a real story or did you just make it up on the spot to scare me?”

“No it’s a real story, I swear!”

“Hmmm ok, if you say so” you say as you squint your eyes at him

You and Jaehyun spent the next few hours or so talking about anything and everything. In fact, you enjoyed his company so much that you didn't even realise that it had just gone past 1AM. Pretty sure both your phones have died at some point because the flashlights disappeared but you didn't really care since you had him beside you. You were getting quite sleepy though.

Jaehyun bumps his shoulders slightly with yours as you let out a yawn

“Thanks for keeping me company”

“I could say the same to you. Thanks Jaehyun” you smile at him

Grabbing a blanket from the other side of the couch, you drape it over you and Jaehyun, not wanting to catch a cold or anything. A comfortable silence fills the air for a minute before you say something again.

“Maybe… we could do this again? Not in pitch black of course”

Jaehyun smiles back at you

“I’ve uh, always wanted to get to know you more since the first time I met you when I moved into the building and I hoped to spend more time with you. But I wasn't expecting it to happen under these circumstances.”

“Well, something good came out from the power cut I guess” you laugh

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Would you... like to grab some breakfast with me tomorrow?” Jaehyun looks at you expectantly as he bites his lower lip

“I’d love to” you say, a huge grin appearing on your face

A while later following more conversations, Jaehyun notices you asleep on his shoulder as he doesn’t hear a response from you after he asks you a question. He pulls up the blanket a bit more and shuts his eyes, deciding that it's time to sleep as he cannot wait to take you out for breakfast later on. But not before thanking whoever or whatever made the power cut happen in the first place.

network tagging: @pretty-neos

masterlist

[ethanesimp]

What Happens Backstage//E.T.

Pairing: Dom! Ethan Torchio x Sub Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ethan gives you a treat before a performance. 

Request: please write about Ethan on those pictures maybe a smut where Ethan it's like a dom yk I'm so fun of the idea of calling him daddy😭

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, daddy kink, a bit of a praise kink, masturbation... yeah (it starts right off the bat so I just put it under the cut)

Masterlist

A/N: This is my first smut in like a year? So I hope this is okay and not too cringy. Apart from taking inspiration from those pictures, I also couldn’t help but remember that thing about sex before a performance so uh that’s how this happened ig. But yeah, thanks for the request! Ngl I’m vv scared to post this. Also thank you so much @osterfieldshollandgirl​ for giving me the courage to actually post this thing lmao

He had you pinned against a wall with your hands above your head. Ethan could feel your hot breath on his neck as he massaged your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, "Fuck," You moaned.

Ethan hushed you softly with a quick kiss to your lips, "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" You shook your head, "No daddy, of course not."

He smirked and connected his lips to yours in a messy and heated kiss that merely lasted a few seconds. Ethan pulled away, "Good girl," A whine escaped your parted lips, but you bit your bottom lip to suppress the sound. The action made him smirk, he loved that submissive side of you, one that you reserved just for him.

Ethan slowly moved your underwear out of the way and slid two of his fingers into your heat, “You’re so wet for me,” He mumbled and bit your earlobe softly as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, too slow for your liking but enough to keep you desperate for more.

You nodded, “Always for you.”

You wanted nothing more than to get out of his strong grasp and touch his body underneath the fishnet shirt he was wearing. Wanted nothing more than to pull the tight black jeans down his legs and get on your knees to please him. The thought alone made you go crazy.

But before you could even ask for his permission, Ethan pulled away. He let your hands go and licked his fingers clean while he kept a hand on your chin, just to make sure you kept looking at him. 

You whined and watched as he walked away without saying anything other than “I’m late for the soundcheck,” Leaving you wet and craving his touch. 

——

You were zoned out for most of their soundcheck. your thoughts couldn’t help but go back to the feeling of his fingers and lips. When Ethan caught you staring, he shot you a wink and that was enough for you to sneak away once you were sure no one was watching. You hurried down the halls of the empty arena and closed the door behind you once you had reached Ethan’s dressing room. 

Eager to get yourself off, you slid your jeans and underwear down your legs and lied down on the inviting couch. You slowly let your hands travel down your body and imagined they were his instead. Your hands slowly slid underneath your shirt and you started to massage your breasts over the pretty red bra you were wearing.

 Your other hand traveled up your legs as you parted them and pulled your shirt up so it rested just below your breasts. Then, after a quick glance at the clock on the wall that told you it would be long before your boyfriend came back, you let your fingers swipe through your folds. 

It felt good. Nowhere near as good as his skillful fingers, but you were desperate after being denied an orgasm more than three times already. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you circled your clit with your thumb.

That pleasure was unfortunately cut short the moment you heard the door open and close before a familiar voice spoke up, “What a fucking brat, couldn’t wait for daddy to come back, could you?” 

You closed your legs and retracted your hand. Ethan tsked and placed one of his warm hands over your knee. He looked breathtaking as he looked down at you, his long hair pulled into a loose bun and his bare chest still glistening with sweat from playing.

His hand moved up your leg teasingly and stayed on your hip as he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “Don’t you dare get shy on me, pretty girl. Go ahead and keep going for me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of him watching you. It wouldn’t be the first time since he loved to make you touch yourself in front of the mirror in his room as he whispered how beautiful you were, but it was still a thought that made you clench your thighs together and your toes curl.

Ethan seemed to take notice of it, and with a laugh, he pushed your legs apart, "Be good and do as I say."

He sat down on the other side of the couch as you nodded and let your hand travel down your body once again. Your movements weren’t as urgent anymore, especially with his eyes following your every move attentively. 

You slipped a finger into your heat as you circled your clit with your thumb. A few whimpers escaped your lips at the feeling and you bucked your hips forward after adding a second finger to get them deeper inside you. Ethan started palming himself over his black jeans as he watched, “You look so beautiful touching yourself for me, dolcezza.”

Even if he was enjoying the breathtaking sight in front of him, Ethan spoke once again once he knew you were close to coming, “Okay, that’s enough,” You whined at his words, and would’ve kept on going if you weren’t curious as to what he was about to do next.

He pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his lap. Ethan slowly slid his hands up your sides and gave your hips a soft squeeze. He took off your shirt with ease and threw it on the floor before he pulled you even closer to kiss your lips. Unlike the kiss you had shared before, this one was slow. Ethan took his sweet time moving his lips against yours as his hands roamed your half-naked body.

Ethan toyed with the clasp of your bra before unclasping it. He slid the straps off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor next to your shirt. His calloused hands roughly massaged your breasts as he kept on kissing you.

You wanted to let your hands tangle themselves into his long dark hair, but before you could even think about it, Ethan held them down and pulled away, “Be a good girl for me and keep your hands to yourself. If you behave I might consider making it up to you for all the times I didn’t let you come. You’d like that, wouldn’t you princess?”

“Yes daddy, I’d love that,” You mumbled. 

“That’s my girl,” He whispered before pressing his lips to your neck. Ethan left a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to the valley of your breasts as he pinched and twisted your nipples, eliciting soft whimpers from you. 

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked while he massaged your other breast. You had to resist the urge to lean your chest forward and grab him by the hair to bring him even closer to you because you were fully aware that if you disobeyed his rules, Ethan would probably stop and leave, no matter how aroused he was.

You whimpered as you felt him lick a line from above your belly button to the valley of your breasts. His hands were firmly placed on your sides as he turned you around awkwardly until he was the one straddling you. You giggled at his awkwardness and he smiled in return, but it didn’t take long for his smile to vanish at the sight of your naked body underneath his. There was so much he wanted to do to you.

“Aren’t you just perfect?” Ethan mumbled as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. The feather-like touch of his lips on your thighs sent a shiver down your spine as you watched him kneeling in front of you. 

Ethan swung both of your legs over his shoulders as his hands caressed your legs. He kissed all the way up the inside of your thigh, his eyes always focused on yours. Ethan was teasing you endlessly and he knew it was working too damn well. All you wanted was for him to end all that teasing and put his mouth to good use. 

There was nothing Ethan enjoyed more than to watch you squirm in anticipation at his next move. You looked so perfect and no matter how corny it sounded, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

He finally stopped his teasing by sliding two fingers into you as his lips sucked your clit. You moaned at the unexpected action and couldn’t help but arch your back. He didn’t waste a second to him you down with his free arm as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace.

Too lost in the pleasure, you let yourself forget all about his rules and let your hands travel to his long hair. He didn’t seem to mind because he kept going anyways, so you tested the waters and pulled at the strands of hair that were tangled in your hands. 

“You taste so fucking good,” He smiled and didn’t waste a second to keep going after his praise. Ethan eventually slid his fingers out of you and replaced them with his tongue instead, which only made you moan even harder at the feeling.

Had he kept on going, you would’ve been so close to coming. Unfortunately, he stopped all his movements the moment someone knocked on the door. You couldn’t help but mentally curse out whoever had done it because of their stupid fucking timing.

“Ethan, what the fuck? You said you’d be gone for five minutes and it’s already been half an hour!” You heard Thomas shout. At the sound of his annoyed voice, Ethan got up.

He bit his lip as he looked at you. Ethan got closer only to whisper in your ear, “Guess I’m late for soundcheck again,” Your mouth fell open at his words and he chuckled mockingly, “You really thought I’d let you off the hook so easily after disobeying my rules again, princess? I hope you actually behave and wait until I come back.”

And just like that, he walked out of the door, leaving you just as aroused and desperate for him as you’d been earlier. 

[machine-gun-casie]

tavern music

synopsis: corpse hears tavern music coming from your room (gn!reader)

warnings: rpf, reader gets cheated on, kind of unrequited feelings, mostly hurt/comfort and physical affection tho (what im trying to say is that this is mostly self indulgent)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: havent written in a while but i found this in my arsenal, fixed it up a bit and viola. original plans for this was definitely something longer that would end with them being together but im not up for writing rn. been feeling really shitty lately and ive been needing something like this in my life. hope u guys like it ♡

He couldn’t hear it at first. His headset was on and everyone was being so loud on the discord call. When he started the stream, he really thought it was gonna be a long one. But he’s only two hours in and he’s ready to get the hell off because something was definitely wrong.

“Corpse?” His name being spoken finally broke him out of his trance, he only hummed in response. “You’ve been really quiet. Are you sure you’re up for another game?”

“Actually,” he starts as he closes a few tabs, “I think I’ve gotta go. Today was fun, though. Thanks for having me guys.”

After a chorus of ‘goodbye’s and ‘see you later’s, Corpse disconnected from the discord call. “Thank you guys for being here,” he addressed the chat, “sorry I’m ending so early today. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time. Take care of yourselves. Later.”

After hanging up his headset and getting out of the chair he’s been sitting in for far too long, Corpse made the short trek to your room. 

You had only been roommates for less than four months, but Corpse could confidently say that you have become one of his closest friends. Getting a roommate was the last resort that he never wanted to actually resort to. But alas, medical bills were piling up and youtube and music don’t make half as much money as people think they do. So cutting rent in half was the best plan he could come up with. He did have an extra guest room that no one ever stayed in. Of course having someone move into his personal space was terrifying to him. He didn’t just want to post an ad on craigslist or something. So he asked a couple trusted friends to ask a couple trusted friends… And that’s when you came in.

You were the trusted friend of a trusted friend of a trusted friend. When you met, you didn’t make a comment about his voice. Your face sure as hell showed your surprise but you didn’t say anything. To Corpse, this meant one of two things. You either knew who he was but didn’t want to freak him out, or you didn’t know about his online persona and were just genuinely shocked by his voice. It only took a few minutes of knowing you to know that it was the latter. Thank god. You were like anyone your age with social media. You had a few accounts, followed a few people, but mostly used it to stay in contact with friends. 

It only took you guys a week to realize you had way too much in common. After many a late night when he wasn’t streaming, and many an early morning when he was just done streaming, you two became inseparable. Nothing could keep you apart.

Except for one thing.

You had a boyfriend.

There was nothing wrong with your boyfriend, per se. Just the fact that he was your boyfriend and Corpse was not. 

Yeah, Corpse definitely had feelings for you. 

But right now, feelings didn’t matter when he could hear tavern music coming from your room.

He knocked lightly and pushed the door open slowly. “y/n? Can I come in?”

No response came, just sniffles and sobs. The lack of refusal on your part gave him the courage he needed to open the door wider and step into your room. He had only been in your room a couple of times since you had moved in. But he had never been in a room that gave off the feeling of a person so well.

You were curled up on your bed, facing your open laptop screen and the tavern music coming from its speakers. With every sob shaking your chest, Corpse felt his heart break. “y/n,” he murmured softly, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s not working.” Came your reply, heavy with tears. “You said it would make you feel like you're going on an adventure but I still feel like crap.”

“What happened?” Corpse asked as he sat down on your bed, facing you. You slowly sat up and crossed your legs at your ankles in front of you.

“He-” You sighed heavily. “He cheated on me.”

“What?”

“He cheated on me -has been cheating on me- with my best friend. My little brother found out.” You groaned and dramatically dropped your head onto Corpse’s thigh. His hand immediately came in contact with your cheek as he brushed a few stray tears away.

There was rarely any physical contact between you and Corpse. Sometimes you’d give him a high five, sometimes he’d give you fist bump. And there was that one time you came up behind him at the grocery store and hugged his arm to your chest. You immediately whispered something along the lines of ‘creep won’t leave me alone’ followed by a loud ‘hey babe!’

Corpse could barely admit to himself how much he liked that.

But this? This felt good. Corpse’s large warm hand on your face somehow made you want to cry more but in a good way. The tenderness with which he held your face made your heart squeeze as it remembered moments like this with your boyf- ex boyfriend. But then it remembered your brother’s words.

“Hey, what’s up?” You spoke as you answered his call. Your brother wasn’t much of a caller, so it made you worry. 

“Hey, where are you right now?”

“I’m home, why?”

“y/n… There’s something I gotta tell you.” He sighed and you could clearly hear the guilt.

“Did you break my DS!” It was your first thought as you had given it to him the last time you had seen him. “Dude! I’ve had that since I was seven!”

“No no, I called about something else.” He cut you off mid-whine. “But also I did lose the pen.” You huffed out a sigh of frustration but stayed silent so he could tell you what he wanted to tell you. “I saw your boyfriend at the park today.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “And?” How did this warrant a phone call? 

“He was with Bob.” 

When you had met your best friend, your brother was only a toddler. He had decided that her name was Bob, so it stuck. You always called her Bob, she was saved as Bob in your phone, your whole family called her Bob. But you still didn't understand. Why was he calling you to tell you that your boyfriend and your best friend were at the park? 

“Why are you calling me about this? You know that they’re friends, right?” You let out a chuckle, albeit still pretty confused. “They’re allowed to hang out without me.” 

“They weren’t hanging out.” You could hear your brother push out a strained sigh. What wasn’t he telling you? “They were making out on the swing set. As in, both of them on one swing. And I double checked, it was definitely them. I-I told mom and she said not to tell you, but I couldn’t not tell you when I’m the one who saw it!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

There was no lying to yourself, you had doubts about your best friend and your boyfriend. But you constantly brushed it off. He wouldn’t hurt you like that. Hell, she couldn’t hurt like that. Not after everything you had been through together. 

But you had seen his call log by accident one time, he called her more than he did you. She face-timed him one time to ask his opinion about a dress she was going to buy while you were in the changing room. She had done a handful of things since your relationship with your boyfriend started that made you uneasy. If this was their first kiss, which was something you doubted, then they’ve both been emotionally attached to the other for far too long.

All those tender intimate moments, all those dates, throughout everything, he wasn’t faithful. Not emotionally, at least. None of those moments that you cherished meant anything to you anymore. He had played you. With none other than your best friend since middle school. You didn’t know who to be more mad at.

The thoughts of betrayal from someone who you considered a sister and the hurt of being cheated on made you nauseated.

So when the large warm hand on your face stroked your cheek again, you didn’t mind it. This was Corpse. Not your cheating boyfriend. Not your lying best friend. Corpse. And you knew that he would never hurt you.

“He’s been cheating on me for a while I think.” You mumbled against his sweatpants. “Maybe a couple months. I don’t know.” 

Corpse furrowed his brows in thought. You had told him you were going to visit your boyfriend for your one year anniversary next week. “Weren’t you go-”

“Yeah.”

“And Bob’s been your friend since-”

“Yeah.” Your chin wobbled as you answered. You brought your arms up around Corpse’s thigh and hugged it. It was a strange position, but you didn’t care. He was so warm and nice and hugging him properly required more movement on your end than you were willing to do.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Corpse sighed and reached out to untangle your arms from his leg. He gently pulled you across the few inches of bed between you and sat you in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, immediately sobbing into his shoulder. “Do you want me to turn off the music?” You shook your head no against him and he chuckled before he solemnly sighed. “When did you find out?” 

“When I came home.”

“But you came home hours ago. Have you been in here this whole time?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were streaming, didn’t wanna interrupt.” You shrugged.

“y/n,” he sighed disappointedly, “you’re my best friend. I can end a stream if you need me.”

“Okay.” Your voice, broken and weak and tired, made him feel so guilty. You had been crying your heart out for over two hours just down the hall from where he was.

He gently grabbed you by your hips and tried to push you away, but you only held on tighter and whimpered. “I just wanna get you some water.”

“I don’t want water.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You.” You whispered. “Please stay.” 

Fuck. How could he say no to that?

So he stayed.

[babybluebex]

all for you: prologue (loki odinson x reader)

➽ pairing: loki odinson x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 1.7k ➽ summary: loki, upon finding out that you are marrying a different man, bitterly tricks you into marrying him.   ➽ warnings: canon fuckery, angst, forced marriage, asshole loki ➽ a/n: enjoy!​

I knew that the prince was nearby by the feel of the air alone. Even if Loki didn't carry heady mischief wherever he went, every Asgardian turned quiet and respectful around him. They didn't do that with the older prince, the heir to the throne, but Thor was a different man; less brash and playful and... Mischevious.

"My, oh, my," the young prince chuckled behind me, and I turned quickly to be greeted with his green eyes. "And why are we dressed nicely today?"

My cheeks burned. "I have an..." I began. "A thing."

"A thing," Loki repeated, clasping his hands behind his back. "Care to divulge what thing this is?"

"I do care, actually, "I admitted. "Because it doesn't concern you."

"Ouch," Loki chuckled and he pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. "That hurts, Lady Y/N. Does the word 'confidante' mean anything to you?"

"It does," I told him. The marketplace was bustling despite Loki's presence, and several older women cast small smiles our way. Loki was just approaching the marrying age and had yet to lay claim to a proper suitor, and everyone could tell that the kingdom was getting restless. Thor had chosen a wife earlier in the year, a Midgardian magician named Jane, but the kingdom was obsessed with love. "But this truly has no place in your mind, Lo."

"Give me a hint?" Loki asked. He stepped in front of me and walked backwards, his brilliant green eyes locked on mine. Just like me, he was dressed to the nines, his green cape flowing in the warm breeze and his boots clicking against the stone. I would even venture to say that his hair was washed. What a miracle for the young prince.

"Loki, please," I sighed. I still smiled, but Loki had to have known how annoyed he was making me. "I don't have to tell you everything. And I'm sure that there are secrets that you keep from me."

"Never from you," Loki said. "Does a thousand years of friendship mean nothing to you?"

"Loki," I chuckled lightly. "Don't press. You'll find out soon enough."

"Will I?" Loki smiled. "Is it a surprise for me? It's not my birthday."

That was one thing about Loki Odinson; once he got an idea, he never let it go. He would pester me until I gave up the ghost and told him what I was keeping from him, but my chest hurt when I thought about telling him. Loki was the marrying age, but so was I. I remembered when we were children that Loki always said that he wanted to marry me, but, in my mind, that was children playing. It wasn't anything different than the sword fights with sticks we'd have in the courtyard. Children's words during play did not a proposal make. However, the farm boy that came upon my father's doorstep and asked for my hand could be classified as a proposal, and I took it. I knew Loki would be upset when he found out that I was to be married at sundown.

"Loki, please, darling," I huffed. I shook my head and trained a small smile on my mouth, and I whispered, "Let it go. You'll find out soon enough."

"Right then," Loki chuckled. "If I were to ask my brother or his wife, would they tell me?"

"They don't know of this," I told him. "So don't bother. The only ones who know are me, my family, and... And Theoric."

"Theoric?" Loki repeated. "Who in Hel is that?"

I chewed my bottom lip as Loki stopped walking, blocking my path. "Lo--" I began.

"Who is Theoric?" Loki pressed on. "Y/N?"

I swallowed thickly. "He is..." I began. "The man I am engaged to marry. The ceremony is in an hour."

I saw a million emotions flit through Loki's eyes in that instant. The playful smile dropped off of his pink lips, and he mumbled, "Y/N. You're not serious, are you?"

"Deadly serious, Lo," I told him. "I'm sorry I kept this from you, I only did so because I knew you'd be upset--"

"Upset!" Loki cried and pressed his palm to his forehead. "Upset! Y/N, this is more than upset! Grief, is what this is!"

"At what?" I asked. "Just because I'm married doesn't mean that you'll be seeing any less of me!"

Loki set his jaw tightly, and he reached into a pocket of his jacket and extracted a small glittering thing. It took me only a second to place it-- a light golden ring with a green emerald. Loki's colors on a ring. "Oh, no," I whispered. His grief ran through my chest when the pieces fell together. He was dressed nicely in order to propose to me. I pressed my hands to my mouth and mumbled, "Loki. No, my darling--"

"Guess you can't call me that anymore, can you?" Loki said with a venom. "Lest your husband see you pining for another man."

"Loki, if I had known--"

"A thousand years, Y/N!" Loki thundered. "I have been in love with you for a thousand years, and you never saw it! If you had known-- Ha! If you paid attention, you would have known years ago!"

"Please, don't be cross with me," I pleaded, reaching out for his hands. Every inch of his skin was always cold, but I never minded. "I... I have seen it. But I mistook it for-for something else, because how could you love me? How could the prince love me?"

"Do you love me?" Loki asked. His eyes were brimming with tears, but I could feel his anger radiating from his chest. His eyes locked on mine, and I couldn't help but feel small. He had always been bigger than me-- taller and stronger and perhaps even smarter-- but he never used it against me. I couldn't remember a time when Loki has ever truly been mad at me, and I hated every second that I was under his scrutinizing gaze.

I sniffled. "Lo, I do," I assured him. "But... Differently than I do Theoric. I love you like--"

"Like a friend?" Loki sniffed highly. "A brother, maybe?"

"We were raised as siblings--"

"I was raised that way," Loki said. "You were raised to give me and my brother, my whole family, reverence without a second thought. Did you ever consider that I could offer back the same, even when I was told not to? Did it ever occur to you that you were the only brightness in my life? Years of being passed over, being told I'm less than everybody else, and you were the one to make me feel worthy. But that all means nothing to you, it seems."

"That's not fair and you know it," I told him.

"I am a god, Y/N," Loki told me. "The god of mischief, trickery, lies. Truthfulness and fairness are not in my nature."

"Well, where were you, then?" I asked. "If you wanted so badly to marry me, why did you wait to ask?"

"I thought I'd have time," Loki said. "But apparently the first man who asks--"

"Don't," I said. "Don't you dare--"

"Oh," Loki laughed ruefully. "But I do dare. Have fun with him. I know you will. But, by all of my power and the grace of the Allfather, you will regret this." His lips were a frightening sneer, and he stormed off back from where he had come from. My chest hurt and my heart thrummed against my rib cage, but I didn't try to go after him. Loki was incorrigible. He always had been. There was no way he would ever forgive me for keeping my engagement from him, and I felt tears welling up as I realized how quickly I had lost a brother. I had no true brothers, only sisters that had been married for several 100 years, and Thor and Loki were the closest thing to brothers I had. Loki had undoubtedly already written me off, and I knew that Thor was close behind.

I took a deep breath and adjusted my dress, and I continued onward.

The ceremony was small and quiet, only my mother and Theoric's mother in attendance. Theoric was a nice man, a few years older than me, and there was a small part of me that was afraid of the marriage. I hardly knew him and I worried about our compatibility, but my mother soothed my worries patiently. She told me that the Allfather would not have given me Theoric if it were not meant to be. By that token, she said, our marriage was to be blessed by the gods. Perhaps not the god of mischief, though.

"And you, Y/N," our priestess said. "You take Theoric to be your wedded husband?"

I took a deep breath and clutched Theoric's hand tighter. "I do," I said.

"And you, Theoric, take Y/N to be your wedded wife?"

My fiancé smiled at me, his eyes sparkling in the golden glow of the setting sun. His eyes were green. I hadn't noticed it before but, upon second thought, I hadn't not noticed it. A bolt of nervousness hit my stomach like lightening; if I couldn't remember the color of his eyes, how was I to remember anything else? Anything more important? "I do," he said.

"By my power and the Allfather," the priestess said with a smile. "I pronounce you husband and wife."

Just like that, all of my nerves faded away. My rings were on my finger and my husband was smiling at me. Theoric placed his soft hands on my waist and pulled me close in order to give me the deal-sealing kiss, but I stopped at the last moment. I could feel his hands. They were cold; even through the fabric of my dress, I could tell. Panic filled my chest and my limbs grew prickly, and I pushed him away by his chest. "How dare you!" I cried, and I felt my mother's arms wrap around my middle. "How could you, you monster!"

"Y/N, please," my mother said quickly, tugging me away. "What's the matter?"

"You!" I started, my anger flaring in my neck and chest. Theoric, now my husband, gave me a smile, and his green eyes flashed a deeper green before a sparkling emerald mist surrounded us. "What have you done with him, you-you witch?"

"You see, darling," the man opposite me said. "I told you that you'd regret this." And Loki smiled at me.

[tobesolonely]

jealousy

a/n: hello! this is a little one shot that’s apart of my dad!harry universe! you dont have to read the original one to understand this one shot but if you’d like to, ill link it here . i hope everyone enjoys! please reblog and leave feedback if you do<33

summary: y/n and harry have another child, and their first born is a little skeptical on the idea of being a big sister.

warnings: none

word count: ~1.7k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

After hours of excruciating contractions, a backache like nothing you’ve ever felt in your life, and the horrid discomfort that came with pushing, you forgot all about your displeasure when Harry grabbed your hand, eyes sparkling, and said: “He’s beautiful, Y/N. Oliver’s here.”

When you found out you were having a baby boy, you were ecstatic. You and Harry already had a daughter, a fiery six-year-old named Allison, or Ally, as she preferred, and wanted to try for a boy. Girls run on both sides of your family, so you were pleasantly surprised when you found out you were expecting a baby boy. However, your daughter was not so happy about this news.

At first, you and Harry thought that the farther along you got in your pregnancy, the more your daughter would warm up to the idea of being a big sister. Unfortunately, the opposite happened. She became withdrawn and had outbursts that you would describe as “unpredictable and unprovoked.” You tried using your own experience as an older sibling to help your daughter know what to expect. You let her pick the color for the nursery. Harry got a t-shirt made that said, “Best big sister ever!” but she never wanted to wear it. Despite your greatest efforts, nothing changed your daughter’s attitude. She was much like you in that aspect— once she had an opinion on something, it was difficult to get her to see things from a different perspective. Still, you were looking forward to your eldest meeting the newest addition to the family.

After a few hours of skin to skin, feeding, and napping (because everyone knows you sleep when the baby sleeps), Harry breaks the silence. “Told my mum she can come over with Ally and Gem, now. Are yeh okay with visitors?” His voice is scratchy from not speaking for so long, and he’s whispering in an effort to not wake up your son.

“That’s fine,” you respond, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “Just exhausted. Maybe a short visit?” Harry nods, telling you he already suggested they don’t stay for long. You look over at your son, starting to feel a little anxious. Ally had six months to adjust to the idea of having a sibling, and she was upset about it right up until the very end. When you went into labor, as Harry frantically got the car packed, she stood off to the side and said nothing. When Harry’s mom arrived as you were getting set to leave, the two of you told your daughter to be good, gave her hugs and kisses, and reminded her how loved she was. Still, Ally said nothing. When Anne waved as Harry backed the car out of the driveway, Ally had a look on her face that she didn’t often wear— a look that could best be described as pure hurt.

“What’s on your mind?” While you were lost in your thoughts, Harry moved from the chair near the window to the one next to your bed.

“I’m just worried about how Ally’s gonna react to him,” you gesture toward your son, who was still fast asleep in his bassinet. “Did you see how she looked at us when we left? Hardly said a word to either one of us.”

Harry hums thoughtfully, thinking back on the earlier day's events. “Guess you’re right, now that ‘m thinkin’ about it. She didn’t seem excited at all, did she?”

You shake your head, tears starting to form in your eyes. Harry’s expression softens, and he reaches to gently cup your face. “Hey, don’ gotta cry, lovie. Just wait ‘til she sees him. Promise she’ll fall in love jus’ like we did, trust me.” He wipes a stray tear from your cheek and gives you a reassuring smile.

“You’re right,” you tell him, feeling silly for getting so emotional so quickly. “I know it’s a big adjustment. My mom told me I was the same way when my little sister was born.” Harry nods, retracting his hand from your face and reaching to grab a tissue from the table beside your bed.

“See? Who woulda thought yeh didn’t like your sister when she was born? The two of yeh are inseparable at this point, know she’d be right here beside you if she wasn’t away at university.”

You’re about to respond when a gentle knock at the door interrupts your conversation. Harry’s eyes light up as he turns to see his mother, Gemma, and your baby girl all walk into the room. Gemma is holding a big bouquet of flowers, Anne has a bunch of balloons with “It’s a boy!” written in curly script, and Ally is clutching onto her grandmother’s hand, a stuffed bear that you don’t recognize as being hers in tow.

“C’mere and give Daddy a hug,” Harry immediately stands up and goes to pick up your daughter, twirling her around. “Missed yeh so much, love bug. Were you good for grandma and auntie Gem?” Harry’s voice is still quiet, as Oliver was still sleeping, and no one wanted to deal with a fussy baby at the moment.

“Yes, daddy.” Ally answers quietly and shortly, looking down at the floor. Harry notices this and sets her down, kneeling to make eye contact with her.

“What’s wrong, Ally? Mumma and Daddy have noticed that yeh haven’t been yourself lately. Something botherin’ you?” Harry questions, already knowing why she was so upset but wanting to give her a chance to freely express how she was feeling.

“S’just…” she says, tugging on her shirt and stretching it out, a bad nervous habit she developed. “I don’ think I want a brother, Daddy. Auntie Gem said it would be fun, but I jus’ don’t think so.” Your daughter has a look of genuine worry on her face. At this point, Gemma and Anne have made their way over to you, quietly offering congratulations and gushing over Oliver.

“What makes yeh think it won’t be fun, bug? What are some things you’re worried about?” Harry takes one of her little hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on her thumb. Ally harshly rubs at her eyes, and you know this means she’s about to start crying.

“Jus’ think you and Mumma won’t love me anymore… because you’ll be too busy playing with him,” She looks over in her brother’s direction, not even wanting to say his name. “I bet he’ll get more cuddles than me.”

Your heart breaks at the fact that your daughter thinks you and Harry don’t have enough love in your heart for her and her baby brother. “Ally, come over here and lie next to Mumma,” you call out quietly. Harry picks her up and brings her over to you, laying her on your bed cautiously to make sure she doesn’t accidentally get tangled in any of your IV’s.

“Baby, there’s nothing and no one on this planet that could make me and Daddy love you any less. We have enough love in our hearts for you and Oliver. Do you understand?” You ask. She doesn’t say anything.

“D’ya wanna hold him?” Harry offers, looking at his mom and sister who have hopeful looks in their eyes. They know how difficult it’s been for Ally to accept a new sibling, as Anne and Gemma have both reassured you countless times when you’ve vented to them about it.

“I guess,” she mumbles, looking at her hands. Harry tries a different approach.

“I see yeh had a new bear in your hand when yeh walked in. Is that for your brother?” Ally looks at the bear that she had discarded on the chair and nods slowly.

“Auntie Gem got Mumma flowers, an’ grandma got balloons. So I wanted to get something too,” she tells him, looking between yours and Harry’s faces. He smiles widely at this and reaches to grab the bear.

“That’s so thoughtful of yeh, bug. See? You’re a natural big sister! Did Auntie Gem teach you some things when I wasn’t around?” Ally chuckles at this, playing with the stuffed animal’s legs. “Do yeh wanna hold him and give him the bear, Ally?”

She quickly nods, a noticeable shift in her mood. Harry tries to hide his excitement as he walks over to Oliver’s bassinet, who was now starting to wake up. He coos when Harry picks him up, and you’re relieved when he doesn’t burst into tears like he has been for the past few hours.

“Hold your arms like this,” you demonstrate for your daughter, situating her body next to you so she could hold her brother without hurting him. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Gemma pull out her phone and start recording.

“Ready for him?” Harry questions. Ally nods and Harry slowly places her brother in her arms. “Make sure yeh hold the back of his head, bug. Can’t let it dangle.” You help her readjust her hand placement to offer more support to Oliver’s head. Ally looks up, a dimpled smile on her face.

“He’s so little!” She exclaims, staring back down at him in awe. You and Harry look at each other, tears filling your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“He is, isn’t he?” You ask, quickly wiping under your eyes. Anne places her hand on your shoulder, looking down at her grandson with a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

“He’s beautiful,” she gushes, sounding slightly choked up. “He’s got eyes just like yours, Ally.” You see her smile at this, but she doesn’t look up, not wanting to stop staring at her new brother. She reaches carefully with the hand, not supporting her brother’s head to grab the stuffed bear she picked out for him, setting it next to him.

“This is for you, Olly,” she says, placing the bear beside him. “You can sleep with him every night!”

Harry glances at you again, a look of relief on his face. “Olly, is it, bug? He has a nickname just like yours,” he tells her, reaching over you to smooth her hair. “Ally and Olly. I like tha’.” Your heart is full, and your family is complete.

At least, for now.

[azucanela]

FAULT | BAKUGO KATSUKI X READER

SUMMARY: Y/N accompanies her mentor, Aizawa Shouta, to the homes of her fellow students after the incident at Kamino Ward. One moment with her classmate Bakugo Katsuki stands out in particular.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: injury, insecurities, self-blame, is damn a curse word?

A/N: this is chill, i wrote it pretty quickly because i wanted the idea out of my head and onto the computer screen so lmk if its bad pls ashdkjashdjh

“Why exactly is she here again?” 

Toshinori Yagi, better known as the Pro Hero All Might, stared at the girl that stood beside Aizawa Shouta. Scrolling on her phone with one hand, and the case that held her hero outfit in the other. Y/N L/N, one of the top students in Class-1A, and the entire Hero Course. Since she’d gotten in on recommendation, her name had been on Principal Nezu’s list of potential successors. After seeing her skill, he understood why, and to gain Aizawa’s favor? That was a talent in and of itself. 

Shrugging, Aizawa brought his capture weapon and scarf further up around his head in an attempt to shield his face, they’d already been harassed by reporters about a dozen times and he didn’t want to be in any of the photos, “we have training after this.” 

It appeared this young girl was also Aizawa’s protege, though the man would likely never admit it, Toshinori could tell he’d taken a liking to the young girl, and taken her under his wing. She’d received additional training from the Pro Hero just like Midoriya received extra training from Toshinori. 

“So... I can go retrieve young Midoriya?” They’d just left his house, and now they were heading over to Bakugo’s. Y/N knew him fairly well, he’d insisted they train together when she’d scored better than him on quirk tests, and then he insisted they study together when she’d performed better on written work as well. In exchange, he helped her with the more physical aspect of being a Pro Hero. Her least favorite part if she was honest. But it was worth it, training with Bakugo was difficult, but it had certainly helped her improve. 

Their time together had gone from... strictly competitive to competitive and fun she supposed. Y/N had found that after spending a while with Bakugo, it was easier to understand that he had his own way of expressing his care for you. When Y/N forgot to bring lunch, he’d call her an idiot but he would share his own nonetheless, and this was a frequent occurrence so Y/N was shocked when he’d told her to stop trying as he’d slammed another lunch down in front of her.

He’d made her lunch everyday since then. Nobody dared comment on it purely out of fear for their life. It was an unspoken rule not to discuss the way that Bakugo treated Y/N, the different way he treated her. Of course, this was a rule Kaminari and Kirishima broke frequently, earning them quite a few —empty— threats. 

Watching her teacher, Y/N rose a brow as he practically glared at the former Number One Pro Hero, “absolutely not.”

The man opened his mouth to protest, only for Y/N to interrupt before the pair of teachers could argue, “I’m not interrupting anything by waiting outside.” Looking up from her phone, she offered him a smile, “if one of the parents happens to have a problem with it, I don’t mind waiting in the car.” Sitting outside was much more enjoyable than staying in the stuffy car with the scarily silent chauffer, but if she had to do it, then she would.

Aizawa gave Toshinori a look as Y/N spoke, and the man simply sighed in acceptance. “Onto the home of young Bakugo then.”

Y/N had been to his house a few times. Whenever the café they usual studied at wasn’t open, they either went to her home, or on rare occasions, his home. Of course, Bakugo had ensured his parents weren’t home whenever they did this, though Y/N wasn’t sure why. Regardless, most times at his house they’d get sidetracked, much to Bakugo’s dismay, and end up in his kitchen.

Pulling up in his driveway, a smile found its way onto Y/N’s face. She’d suggested numerous times that they have a picnic on his neatly trimmed lawn, though Katsuki shot her down most of the time. 

Stepping out of the car and sitting on the steps that go up to his front door, she watches as Aizawa and Toshinori enter with few questions from Bakugo’s mother. She looked a lot like him if Y/N was honest, and from the sound of it, they also shared a similar personality. Y/N could hear their yelling from outside.

Smiling at the sound of Bakugo yelling out insults, Y/N let out a small laugh as she leaned her head back against the wall. Though her laughter came to an abrupt stop when she heard what his mother yelled next.

That it was Bakugo’s fault he’d been kidnapped. 

Y/N found herself sitting up as the boy grew silent, coming to a stand to see if she could see his living room from the window beside the front door. But there was no view of Bakugo himself.

Perhaps thats because he was the one slamming the front door behind him, coming to a stop when he noticed Y/N’s attempts at snooping. She immediately turned to him, trying her best to look normal, though it was clear he’d noticed what she was doing. They made eye contact, and Bakugo opens his mouth, only to shut it as he narrows his eyes at her, “how much did you hear?”

His voice is oddly calm as his stare pierces into her soul, and its an odd change of demeanor for him, one that takes Y/N a few moments to understand. 

He was embarrassed. 

If Bakugo was honest, Y/N was one of few people he actually respected. She’d exceeded him in certain areas of school, and helped him improve in more ways than one. To make matters worse, despite his intent to get through his years at UA without a... distraction. Y/N had somehow wormed her way into his heart, no matter how hard he tried to keep her out of it. The fact that she’d come to his rescue when he was kidnapped, despite the potential consequences, hadn’t helped. She’d seen him at his weakest. 

“Bakugo-” 

His name alone is answer enough as Bakugo lets out a noise of frustration, moving to leave, only for Y/N to grab his hand despite the pain that spreads through her own at the feeling of small explosions emitting from his palm. Yanking him back towards her, Bakugo is opening his mouth once more, likely to yell at her for her idiocy as he attempts to remove his hand from her grasp. But Y/N doesn’t relent as she sweeps her foot under his leg and knocks him down, effectively allowing her to straddle him and hold him down.

“Let go of my hand you damned idiot!” There’s a panicked look on his face as he speaks, but the only thing Y/N can think of is the fact that he hadn’t threatened her yet. He hadn’t aggressively shoved her away with his free hand, nothing.

No, his concern was different, and Y/N’s concern probably should’ve been the same seeing as she could practically feel her skin sizzling from the heat of his own, but at that moment, she didn’t care as she grinned down at him, “bet you regret teaching me that move now, huh?” 

He pauses his writhing beneath her, chest heaving as he glared, “are you serious-”

“You know, what your mom said isn’t true.” This makes him go silent, and Bakugo finally allows his head to fall onto the grass as he looks away from her once more. “It wasn’t your fault Katsuki.

Bakugo inhales deeply, “I ruined All Might-”

In response, Y/N uses her free hand to push his shoulder harder into the ground and hold him still, “no! You didn’t.” 

“Didn’t I?” He finally manages to snatch his hand away from her, flipping the two of them over, Bakugo plants his hands beside her head, the grass singeing black because of the misuse of his quirk. Almost instantly, he frowns, “I can’t even control my stupid quirk-”

“You have some of the most impressive quirk control in the class, is that a joke?” Y/N brings both her hands—including the one that probably would’ve hurt a lot more had it not been for the adrenaline flowing through her veins— to his face, and as Bakugo brings his hand to her wrist, Y/N wonders if he’s going to rip her hands from him as she speaks, “Katsuki it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t ask to be kidnapped, and at the end of the day we are just kids. You can’t be expected to save yourself against villains.” His hand remains on her wrist, but he doesn’t remove it from his face as Y/N inhales deeply. “If anything it’s my fault-”

“Shut up.” The hand still beside her head clenches, tearing at the grass. “Shut up.” He repeats, exhaling sharply as his eyes squeeze shut, Y/N realizes this is because a tear successfully managed to fall down his cheek, despite his attempts to prevent it. “Don’t be dumb.” He practically growls at her, trying to hide his pain with aggression once more. 

Brushing her thumb against his cheek, Y/N offers him a smile, “then I guess its nobody’s fault.” 

He’s silent for a moment, eyes piercing in hers as he tries to figure out what to say. “Sure,” he grumbles in response, gently pulling her hand from his cheek, Y/N allows him to examine the damage, his brows furrowing at the sight of charred skin. He doesn’t say anything as he does, but Y/N can practically see the thoughts running through his minds at a million miles per hour. His fingers brush over the now raised skin, and when Y/N flinches, Bakugo’s fingers immediately leave her palm, causing her hand to drop.

Pushing herself up on one forearm, Y/N presses a kiss to his cheek, and she can practically feel his skin warm as she speaks, “it’s fine.”

He averts his gaze from her as her cheeks redden, “ I hurt you-”

“I’m fine.” Y/N disregards his words as she moves out from under him.

Bakugo’s brows furrow as he moves to a stand as well, “come over next weekend,” his words sound like more of a demand than an invitation.

“Sure, but can I ask why?” 

He grabs her uninjured hand, moving to bring her back inside his home, “let’s get something to help with your hand.” Bakugo doesn’t turn back as he continues, “and I owe you a picnic.”

Needless to say, it was a very nice picnic. One that Y/N left with a boyfriend.

A/N: this idea came to me at exactly 9PM

​

[yeojaa]

home sweet home.

[ read devil in a new suit ]

i just really, really wanted to explore a bit about kook’s family because i think it shines a big light on who this adorable baby is.  i hope you enjoy!  xo

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  you’ll get cavities from reading this, honestly.  but also, very light smut in the form of:  inappropriate bullet egg use and tit groping (again, kook is a boob guy).  wc.  1.7k.

You meet his parents on a Sunday afternoon, invited to their palatial home for family brunch. It’s the first one you’ve been invited to, despite the fact you and Jungkook have been dating for what feels like forever (but in reality is only six months).  

Mama Jeon is an intimidating woman with a deceptively sweet face, aging gracefully around her eyes, the barely there lines upon her hands doing little to detract from her beauty.  She holds herself with immeasurable grace, practically dances into her son’s embrace when the two of you step into the modernist’s dream, chicly decorated and swathed in neutral tones.  It reminds you vaguely of Jungkook’s apartment - but decidedly more refined.  Same colour palette, though. 

“Jungkook-ah,”  she hums, patting adoringly at his cheek when he passes a kiss against hers, looking every inch the mama’s boy he is. 

“Eomma,”  he returns, so giddy it makes your heart soar in your chest.  He’s so easy to love - and so easily loving, offering the world to the woman who’d raised and loved him.  Two hands - the picture of respect - pass over the box of pastries you’d picked up on your way, the bag of too-expensive fruit topping the container.  (Apparently, his mother loves grapes, but only green ones.)  “These are for you— from us.”

Now is when he gestures to you - standing just to the side, beyond his shoulder - with a flourish comparable to that of a game show host.  It’s adorable how eager he is, beaming proudly at his eomma as he reaches for your hand, squeezes it tight between his own tattooed one.

When she turns to you, her expression is inscrutable. 

This woman isn’t someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, offers pleasantries for the sake of it.  She’s confident and critical (but soft, somehow, for the people she loves most), forged from steel and refined by experience.  You’re simultaneously awed and afraid, a mixture of emotion you’re not quite used to.

She levels you with a look.  A moment passes, then another.  You wonder if your smile falters, eclipsed by the grey of her stare.  (You feel like that one girl from that one movie about those crazy rich… what was it?)  

Finally, she speaks, drags her eyes from your shoes - red Ferragamo pumps, with the signature bow detailing on the toe - up to your face.  It feels more like a stringent assessment than a casual perusal, stirring heat beneath the colour of your blouse.  You’re not nervous, per se, but you want her to like you.  Right now, you can’t tell if she does - probably have a higher chance of winning the lottery than getting an answer.  “Lovely to meet you, ____.”  Her tone is warm enough, polite and paired with a tiny nod of her sophisticat head.

The patriarch of the family is the opposite of his mother, endlessly genial and full of booming laughter.  It reminds you a little of Jungkook’s own giggle, but somehow more - rounded by years and years of full-belly laughing and further ingrained by the wrinkles around his eyes.  

Just like his mother, Mr. Jeon is slim, good-looking in a way that comes from proper self-care and living an easy life.  (Not that it’d always been this way, you remind yourself.  Jungkook had told you how hard his parents had worked - all the long hours his father had put into getting where he was, able to support his wife and two children.)  He encourages his son’s stories and looks fondly at his daughter - the spitting image of her mother, with the same round stare as Jungkook.  

When your bowl runs empty, he makes sure it’s refilled, nodding in approval when his son is the one to make it happen.  When his wife makes an off-hand comment in response to a story, he’s the one to chide her, however gently.  He’s not nearly as sharp as she is, softly rounded edges like the toe of his slippers, the natural sag of his jaw with time.  

(You get it now. Meeting his parents for the first time, juxtaposed so hilariously against each other, it all makes sense.  Who Jungkook is, how he is equal parts soft and yielding and hesitant and distant.  Why he smiles so freely - with wrinkles you see aged nearly three decades in his father’s face - but loves so tenderly, offering it with whispers of affection that you might miss, should you look away.)

His father asks you questions like he really cares, nodding thoughtfully each time he learns a little bit more about you.

“How did you two meet?”  He’s bright-eyed, curious over the coffee mug he sandwiches in his grip.  You imagine he’s heard the story - must have heard some form of it in passing from Jungkook - but you appreciate his interest nonetheless.  He just wants to see the perspective from someone other than his lovestruck son.

You can’t help but laugh, sucking in your cheeks like you always do when you’re contemplative.  Jungkook shifts at your side, drops his inked palm over your covered knee and squeezes.  You’re not sure whether he’s reassuring you or himself with the gesture.

“He actually kept coming into my store.”  It’s not a lie.  Certainly not as scandalous as the full truth, but a truth nonetheless.  That is how you’d met.  

“Your store?”  It’s Jisoo, curious and pretty from her seat where she’s still picking at the desserts you’d brought over.  (She’s a fan of tart and tangy flavours, unlike her brother.)  “Do you own a shop or something?”

You wonder how much she knows.  You know she’s younger than either you or your partner, a student at Korea National University.  Part of their dance program, if you’re not mistaken.  You’d heard all about it a few weeks ago, when she’d sent a video to Jungkook and he’d raved about it nonstop, so proud of his little sister you couldn’t even make fun of him.

“I work at CELINE.”  

That earns a noise of delight from Jisoo (together with an “oh my god, that’s so cool”) and a polite albeit disinterested nod from Mr. Jeon (if his nondescript but stylish clothes are any indication, luxury fashion isn’t his top priority).  

What you don’t expect - what you just barely not from the corner of your eye - is the surprise written across Mrs. Jeon’s expression.  As if she’s just learned something groundbreaking.  

“You have a job?”  Maybe she doesn’t mean it how it comes out, disbelieving and abrupt.  You don’t let it rub you the wrong way, nodding.  (You know where she’s coming from - you feel the same way about his exes as she does, it seems.)  She’s hardly looking at you now, though, gaze trained on her beloved son.  There’s a silent conversation happening between them - something you’re not privy to, an exchange held only with those matching eyes of theirs.  

He’s upon you the moment he climbs into his car, clumsily knocking against the centre console as he drags your body closer, forces your knees apart with his hand unceremoniously shoved all the way into your silk crepe trousers. 

“She likes you.”  The words are muffled against your lips - already spit slick and swollen by how savagely he attacks them, tugs your bottom between his teeth and nibbles.  

You know he means his mother.  She’d hugged you on your way out, patted gently at your upper arm when she’d sent you both off with some leftovers in pretty ceramic containers.  It’d been a surprising farewell from the woman who had otherwise kept you at arm’s length through most of brunch, offering small smiles and exchanging only the basest of pleasantries.  

You have to admit - it feels a bit like taming a lion.  You’re high on the feeling and it seems Jungkook is too, utterly delighted as he drags his finger through the arousal that’s all but ruined your thong, thin material shoved aside by his deft movements.

“Your sister?”  You laugh - sound bitten off by the edge of your teeth when he teases at your folds, presses the tip of his fingers over your clit and circles back enough times to make you shudder.

He’s sucking into the sensitive spot beneath your ear, catching your earlobe with the wet point of his canines.  “My mom,”  he mumbles, burying himself into your skin as if he’d happily live there, make a home between your bones if you’d let him.  (You would.)  “She hugged you.”  Hilariously enough, he sounds just as surprised as you.

“She did,”  you hum - sigh when the pressure in your abdomen increases, mirroring the same one between your legs.  He’s pulling gently at the cord peeking past your lips, tugging at the smooth pink egg snug within your pussy.  It’s not on now - not like it had been all through brunch - but it still feels absurdly good, perfectly shaped just the right amount of stimulation against your fluttering walls.

Jungkook makes the softest noise, one that sounds like his heart falling into place, his soul settling where it feels most comfortable.  It’s at odds with the way he gropes your chest over the smocked bodice of your blouse, seeking out the hardened bud of your nipple beneath layers of chiffon and macrame.

The tiny vibrator continues fucking into you, muscle walls clenching around it each time he yanks on the cord and then lets it fall back into place.  You wish it were his fingers (wish it were his cock, more than that) but your pants fit too-well, tailored slim around your waist and flaring over your ankles. 

Your 70’s pants, as your silly boyfriend liked to call them.

“I can’t wait to get you home.”  It’s so dreamy, hazy with affection that overwhelms you.  He’s looking at you so sweetly now, forehead resting against yours, entire palm pressed to your cunt.  “K-knew you were always perfect but—”  You lose sight of his lovely doe eyes, your own sliding closed when he stamps a kiss to your mouth, so terribly sweet it’s reminiscent of the cheesecake you’d just had.  

You understand what he means without him having to finish the thought, smile of your own acting as the ending punctuation to your conversation. 

Family means everything to him.  Now, you were one step closer to being part of it.

tag list.  @neverthefirstchoice​ @youwannabelostandnotbefound​ @snackhobi​​ @codeinebelle​​

[xmyshya]

Shoved it: chapter V - Pop Shuvit

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss​ you have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything that you do for me a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! This is the last part - honestly it makes me kind of sad... Thank you so much for reading <3 series navi: masterlist | previous wc: 1.7k

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t know what to answer because yes, you do, but is it alright to admit it? You nod anyway and grab his hand, and Suna pulls you up to stand on a skateboard. In theory he keeps it steady with one foot on it, you still have your doubts though. Oh well, word has been said.

“Stand still. And relax.”

Easy to say when he proceeds to stand on the board too, and he’s so close, and he has an arm around your waist, and he looks so good in his ripped jeans and checkered flannel, and he smells so nice, and you can feel his warmth on your back…

“Ready?”

You shake your head but he only chuckles; his body shifts and yours follows due to the grip he has on your waist, and the board rolls slowly. It feels weird, a little bit scary, so you clutch his forearm, making him hold you tighter in response. He’s silent until your muscles relax a little against him.

“I’m gonna speed up a little.”

This time you’re not affected as much. You suppose it must be difficult to maneuver like this, when Suna has to take additional weight and cubature of a passenger into account. But he’s not complaining, and neither are you.

“Let’s try a bit of turning.”

“Okay.”

Somehow it’s not so scary anymore, it’s getting exciting. Every twist and turn of his body pulls you too, every tilt creates a wobbly curved shift. It’s so fun.

Hearing you giggle makes his cheeks flush. Rin tries to convince himself it’s because his passion is liked by one more person, but the truth is… he loves the sound. Just like he loves the scent of your hair, and the warmth of you being so close as he guides you. He loves it so much, too much, that he feels like needs a break.

***

“Okay, your turn.” Nice diversion, Rintarou. “To move forward, you need to push with the backfoot, you brake by placing your backfoot on the ground, and turn by shifting weight from your toes to your heels.”

“Could you uhm… hold my hand?”

The diversion went to hell. He reaches his hand out anyway, his heart doing somersaults when you place yours on top. You look so cute with this wide grin, shiny eyes and a tiny blush. Even more so when you’re focused and determined, like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

Right now, Rin doesn’t even mind running for you if it means not letting go of your hand, if it means seeing your face light up like this. His chest swells up with pride, it’s his hobby that brings you joy, it’s him who teaches you, and you’re riding visibly smoother and more confidently with every try.

“Suna?”

“Yeah?”

“When could we have lesson two?”

Oh god. He fell in love. Hard.

Back at home you can’t stop staring at your palm; the ghost of his touch still burns and tickles your skin. It’s incomprehensible why you did that, why you asked him to hold your hand. All you know is that you want to feel it again.

And maybe even more than that. You miss being close to him, the arm secured around your middle, the breath fanning your ear, his warmth, his scent, his voice… him. You miss him so much, despite seeing each other merely 2 hours ago.

Oh god. You fell in love. Hard.

-----------------------------------

“Okay, ladies and gents, today ‘m gonna teach y’all to ollie!”

Atsumu, ever the showman, exclaims with hands on his hips even though it’s only you. You can't help but snort as Osamu facepalms, and Suna only raises a brow. This will be exhilarating.

“So first, ya gotta pop yer board like this, and then slide yer foot up, and then push it forward. Remember - pop and drag. And repeat.”

“On it, sensei!”

The blond is very pleased with your nickname - his grin is wider than ever, and eyes glint with more mischievousness than usual. He’s doing this exercise with you, to both keep you company and to display how it should be done.

“Don’t stroke his ego like that, or he’ll be even more insufferable.”

Osamu huffs, making his twin gasp in offence and roll away. Now you’re here alone with two spectators, great. What makes this situation even worse is their silence, which makes you spiral into thoughts. Are they not saying anything because you’re doing well? Or because it’s so bad? How long are you supposed to keep doing this?

“Now try doin’ it in one swift motion.” The silver haired boy speaks, his twin nowhere to be seen. “A think ya’ve done this enough.”

First few attempts make you lose your balance a little, with no time to stabilise yourself in the middle. But it gets easier with time, each sequence smoother than the last one, until both boys hum in appreciation.

“Oi, oi, oi, what are ya doin’ with ma student?!”

Atsumu is suddenly back, and he’s not pleased with someone taking over his role. His brother is quick to talk back.

“Then maybe ya should take care of her, ya scrub!”

“Well, well, ya seem to be doin’ well!” The blond decides to ignore the response. “Now try to jump.”

“What?”

“Jump, ya know… like this.”

You’re still standing there dumbfounded, not really understanding how this is supposed to work. Osamu tries to weigh in, but Suna stops him and says to just wait and watch. It’s horrible, it’s not working, you can’t even lift off the ground, not to mention land back on the board.

“How can ya not… It’s the simplest thing! Look, like… like this.”

Blond Miya gets irritated, the other two boys nearly fall from the bench from laughter. Osamu finally decides to save the day.

“Move, ya idiot.” He shoves his brother to the side. “Listen, when yer standing like this, ya jump and pop the board while in the air. Yer other foot slides up to level it, and then ya land.”

Oh, this makes so much more sense. You succeed on the second try, making Atsumu groan and others cry from laughing too hard.

-----------------------------------

Rin is right next to you, in a secluded part of the park. The two of you are the only people around, which is both weird, because it’s such a warm day, and desirable, because at least you don’t bother anyone. And no one bothers you.

“Let’s start with the shove, yeah?” You nod. “First place your feet like this, stick your toes out a bit more, good. Now, you push the backfoot straight back, your frontfoot barely lifts off the board - that’s the key. Then the board makes an 180, and you land.”

He watches you try and fail, but it’s not like you make some serious mistakes, you just need to figure things out - how much force to use, how high to jump. So he starts mindlessly shoving his board around, staying close in case you need him.

Honestly he’s impressed with how quickly you’re able to learn, your eagerness and determination being a balm to his heart. He just wants to hug you, hold you close with his eyes shut, and breathe. Nothing more, just breathe.

In the meantime you managed to work out the part he had shown you - maybe it’s not perfect yet, but enough to step up your game. He tells you to do the same, but moving, a small but significant upgrade.

Suna has been watching you closely for a long while now, your skin burning wherever his eyes lingered. The alley you’ve been occupying is hidden in shade, but it does little to soothe the fire. You need a break, even if it’s for just 5 minutes.

Water bottle buried in the ground (not entirely, obviously) is pleasantly cool when you dig it out. You wish you could submerge yourself in it, maybe this would help. Thin streams of the liquid flow down your scorching skin, a contrast of feelings gives you goosebumps. Okay, you cheer yourself mentally, time to continue.

And you do, for the first hour landing on the ground instead of the board, having it upside down (how? It’s a mystery), or rotating it in weird angles. Rintarou is patient, observes your every move and offers suggestions that do help. Three hours later your efforts are deemed worthy of the next level.

“So now you have to combine that pop from the ollie with the shove, and you got it!”

“Easy to say…”

Rin laughs and goes to lie down on a grass, placing his backpack under his head, so he can still see you. You start moving, and call it instinct, call it intuition, one can even call it clairvoyance, but he already knows you’re going to fail.

He sees it all in slow motion, how you come close to where he is, how you flick your ankle and the board spins, but the angle is wrong, the pace of the rotation is wrong, everything seems wrong.

The least he can do is to minimise the harm; you’re right in front of him when you land awkwardly and tumble forward, right into his stretched arms. The impact makes him fall on his back with you on top, his arms secured around you.

“Oh god, Suna, I’m so sorry, I-”

You’re blushing like a tomato, your eyes widen in terror but you’re so damn adorable that his heart clenches painfully. He smiles as he brushes some loose strands off the way.

“You should watch where you’re going, could have hurt someone.”

It’s now or never.

His lips are so soft, you think before you even register why you can feel that. But when you realise… the time comes to a halt. The whole world ceases to exist, it’s just you and him, his arms embracing your figure, and his lips on yours. It only lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away and whispers

“...you punk.”

Taglist: @kageyamas-love @mikasbloodbag @underratedmage

[pixelwisp-archive]

Itadakimasu!! | Part 5: I Didn’ Ask (Written Chapter)

word count: 1.7k

Atsumu Miya was handsome, that was an undeniable truth. So naturally it would make sense that his identical twin brother would be, well, identical - and yet, you couldn't help the state of shock you found yourself in as you stood before him, your once buckling knees relieved of their pressure as his very large arms grab the box from your hands with a grunt ('lemme take that, looks heavy'). In all honesty, the fact that he was that good looking pissed you off, and watching him be kind, albeit taciturn, to you after bullying you for a month straight on Twitter (okay, fine, it was a mutual bullying, but he definitely started it) only made your scowl deepen. Your eyes narrowed at his back and you turned toward the van with a huff, finding another, perhaps lighter box to take inside.

  "This place has been collecting dust for years, ya sure you guys can make it work?" Miya's voice was deep and rich, every syllable dripped with his Kansai accent. The unfamiliar sound made your chest bubble and you had to stop yourself from outwardly groaning in frustration. You crossed the threshold of the new place and your mouth fell open as you took in the shops current state.

The shop was- well, let's just say there was a reason it was so cheap. Even still, your eyes glittered at the potential you saw. The exposed beams looked in near mint condition as the sun filtered through the windows and soaked the unstained wood in a warm morning glow. It was empty, save for some appliances that definitely looked antique (the thought of being able to restore them made you drool), but the space had more than enough room for café style seating, and maybe even a section for a corner library or a stage for live music. The stairs to the two bedroom apartment that resided directly above the shop space, where you would be living, was tucked away in a hallway off to the side. You made a mental note to make sure it was a bit more livable than the current shop situation downstairs, and motioned for him to settle the boxes along the main counter.

"We're planning on restoring the kitchen within a few weeks, then setting up a pop up stand out front to make revenue while we renovate the rest. Hoping to be fully open come summer." He merely hummed in response as he brushed off the dust left on his hands. You were caught up in your own world, detailing in your brain every minute detail you planned on changing when Kuguri stumbled in through the front door, giant box obscuring his vision as he tripped over the step. "Ah, careful, looks fragile." Miya rushed over to help, taking the box and allowing Kuguri to steady himself. Kuguri blinked, warmth hitting his cheeks as he mumbled a small thank you.

“Don’ mention it,” came Miya’s slightly strained reply as he set the box down next to the others. The room fell into a less than comfortable silence and you tried to look anywhere other than at the man currently standing in your dining area. Kuguri cleared his throat and tightened the grip on his suitcase as he made his way over the stairs. "I'm gonna go check out the apartment. I'll be back in a bit." You shot him a pleading look but he mouthed a quick 'sorry' and scurried off, leaving you alone with the Other Twin.

More uncomfortable silence. You felt warmth rush to your face as you grew more flustered with each beat, neither of you willing to break the tension that had been slowly pervading the air around you like a dense fog. The suffocation ended up winning out over your stubbornness and you turned your head to look at him, embarrassment flooding at the sight of his eyes already on you.

"Uh, thanks, you know, for the help." He gave you a tight, forced smile, uttered a quick 'yer welcome', and began to make his way towards the side entrance. Arms crossed in front of you as you watched him open the door, the tiny alleyway and side entrance to his own shop coming into view. Miya paused at the open door and turned his head to look over at you, a smirk settling on his face.

"By the way, little creepy of ya to stalk us and rent out the space next to us. What are ya lookin' for here? I hope you know this new development doesn't change anythin' between us." Your eyes widened at the sudden change, your brain working overtime to try to process what he said. Once you had caught up to the moment, you scoffed.

"Oh please, Miya, as if. The world doesn't revolve around you. We bought this place over a month ago." His eyes shone with something you couldn't quite place and he let out a small chuckle, one that sounded far too innocent in comparison to his hard gaze. "Whatever you say, Paradis." You scrunched your nose at the familiar nickname, shaking your head.

"Don't call me that; I have a name, you know." Miya turned around to face you fully then, the smirk ever present as he leaned against the frame, his hand still grasping the handle to the shop door. "Ah yeah? You guys don' mention names on your Twitter, and I was always too (again, petty) lazy to bother lookin' it up," he drawled, deepening your frown in response.

"It's L/n Y/n." Miya's lazy smile upturned ever so slightly.

"Ah, I didn' ask, but thanks." 

Embarrassment crashed over you once again and you felt the heat creep up your neck and ears. Your glare seemed to be filled to the brim with hellfire as you bore holes into his back. He turned to leave, and you followed after him, taking hold of the doorknob and watching him make the short distance back to Onigiri Miya's side entrance.

"I noticed you call me Miya, it's quite formal of you,” he noted, now at his own door. You let out a less-than-ladylike snort and waved your hand. "I wasn't being formal - coincidentally, I just also didn't bother looking it up." He laughed then, and it was a nice laugh, and you hated how nice it was with every fiber of your being.

"Osamu," he said, the smugness oozing off him, as if you were just dying to know his name and he decided to humor you. You stepped backward to make room for the door.

"Ah, I didn' ask, but thanks," you mocked, accent and all. You threw a shit eating grin and a quick wave his way before promptly shutting the door. When you saw what seemed like the five stages of grief cross his face in a span of a few seconds, you knew that putting Osamu Miya in his place was going to become your favorite past time.

Based on the way you two had tweeted each other over the last month, Osamu had deduced that you were probably a woman. What he wasn't expecting, however, was just how cute you ended up being. If you had been anyone else he probably would have been nothing short of a perfect gentleman; carrying all the boxes, smooth talking his way through conversation, and working himself up to asking you out. Unfortunately for him, though, there was just something about you that got under his skin, and he genuinely couldn't figure out what it was.

Osamu stood alone in the alleyway, giving himself a moment to process the last forty-five minutes of his life. Paradis Bakery, the company he's been openly beefing with on Twitter for the world to see, not only opened a second location in Osaka, but moved directly beside Onigiri Miya, in the place he had been looking into purchasing for at least six months now. The abandoned café was supposed to be a plan B in case Tokyo had to be pushed off for a few more years - being able to expand Onigiri Miya would have been huge for them if they couldn't swing the Tokyo location, and Kita had been more than open to the idea of expanding. When you said you purchased the café over a month ago, he remembered inquiring about the place at least two weeks prior to Atsumu's visit to your bakery, and the owner mentioning that someone had put in an offer. The sheer coincidence honestly creeped him out more than anything; he didn't like the feeling that fate was behind this because if it was - why?

Osamu shook off the goosebumps and decided he'd worry about fate intervening when it actually decided to do so. Turning toward his own shop, he hustled into the store with tense shoulders and a furrowed brow. Why was he so worked up? He's well aware that he's the one who started the whole social media war between you, and it's not like you guys actually had any reason to hate each other - you were just doing it for the attention. So why does he have this familiar feeling of contempt coursing through him at the mere thought of you?

"Osamu, are you okay? Ya sleep well?" Osamu snapped his attention to Kita, who was standing in the kitchen, already beginning food prep for the day. Kita's knife paused its assault on the spring onions as he waited for an answer.

"Ah, yeah, I slept fine Kita. Ya meet the new neighbors?" Kita nodded, resuming his ministrations. If you didn't know Kita, you would have just assumed the polite smile was just that - Osamu knew better though, and the slight upturn had a hint of what looked like mischief behind it. He gulped at the thought of Kita plotting.

"I met L/n. She's very nice." Osamu face scrunched at the mention of your name, which didn't go unnoticed by Kita, who's eyebrow shot up in surprise.

 "You don't like her?"

"She's...fine." Osamu walked into the kitchen, putting on his apron as he washed his knife in preparation for the salmon.

"Honestly, I'm surprised, I thought you'dve taken a likin' to her if anything." Osamu grunted in response. "I dunno what it is, but there's just somethin' that rubs me the wrong way."

"Give it time, she may warm up to ya."

Osamu doubted that.

Prev | Masterlist | Next

Fun Facts - 

Tendou got an earful when you called him that day, and he bit back a laugh every time you angrily mentioned how hot Osamu was (’Oh my god his face??? his arms??? Why’s the universe gotta have favoritism for the worst people’) 

After hours, Kita also got an earful from Osamu - and he also had to cover his smile with his hand whenever Osamu angrily mentioned how cute you looked when you scrunched your face up. (’-and then she snorted, actually /snorted/, at me and while it was adorable it was rude as hell. She’s rude as hell, Kita.)

Kuguri rushed upstairs partly because he couldn’t stand the tension, but mainly because he wanted first dibs on bedrooms. 

A/N: ahhh I’m SO sorry for such a long wait, I never intended to take nearly a whole ass week to post - I started a new job this week with weird hours so I had to adjust, plus this chapter actually gave me a little bit of grief haha (thank you lark for pulling my head out of my ass multiple times). But exciting things happen!! Y/n finally meets osamu and its awkward and annoying and they’re both so hot what do we do oh no~ I’m very excited to see how their relationship progresses through the next few chapters lol. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to pop into my asks if you want to talk about the fic, or your day, or would like to be added to the taglist!! As always, thank you so much for reading, I love you guys!

Taglist -

@larkspyrr @oikawaandkuroostan @fucktheworlddude @doctorspencereid @keiarma @cherriechurros @halesandy @k3nma-fairy @jewlmin @tabipleats​ @kaleidoscopekai​