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[taegyunie]

caught the last 20 minutes of the pacties’ first anniversary live 🥹

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

following up on the Alastor during different points of his life, how would he be in high school with the reader? given his time period I feel like things would be really difficult especially if the reader is white coded y’know, so what would that be like for him? and the reader too? also maybe the reader could be on the wealthier side, while Alastor isn’t?

A/N: I love detailed requests like this <33, so thank you so much! But this is a really messy concept, for everyone involved, but i love it.

No title for this one since I can’t think of anything :(

Alastor goes to a completely different school than you do

Almost every day you have great lunch, bus is on time, you’re books are brand new, everything is pristine down to the uniforms

For Alastor, the bus is late or breaks down on the way there, the students don’t have proper uniforms, some either wear the uniform or have a passed down uniform that most likely doesn’t fit them. The books are worn and torn, sometimes pages are missing, and the lunch is most times anything other than edible.

Your schools are only a few yards apart, however your bus always gets there quicker while his sometimes takes two hours to get there, and most times he needs to walk mid way while the bus is getting fixed

Your schools are in a secluded part of the town, with a lot of trees and forest behind it.

During your free period you sneak out of your school and over to his, thankfully your free period is his lunch period and you always have left overs

You two talk a lot, either about what your working on or just anything in general

During this time Alastor really fancies going to the north, he wants to get out of louisiana and start a new life

“If that’s what you want to do then I support you.” You always say and while he appreciates it, he’s always thought about asking you to go with him

By the time the year comes to a close you two see less and less of each other

You pick up a summer job at a boutique, he ends up working with his mother in a supermarket

on one of your days off, you stop by, not knowing he works there of course, and begin to get things off your list

You’ve never gone around his part of town much, your father forbid it, but he didn’t need to know you were there, as long as you went home with groceries you were fine right?

so when you began to ask his mother for help, he almost died of a heart attack watching the two of you talk

“Potatos are on isle seven dear, and cinnamon is on three with the rest of the spices.” His mother says kindly, and you smile finally having some sense of direction in the store

Alastor is quick to work the register, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and it works

Along with a lot of other customers giving you strange looks, what’s a white girl doing in a colored store? cant she get fined for that? is she crazy? lost?

“Oh! Hello Alastor.” You say with a smile as he grins back at you.

“Hello my dear, I see you’ve met my mother.” He says as he begins to total the things you’ve picked out.

“Oh that’s her? She’s such a sweet woman, really.” You say back, pulling out a few dollars and some quarters go pay him.

“That she is, though I must ask what brings you to this part of town?” He questions, and at this your face heats up quickly before you brush it off.

“Well, I’ve just gotten off of my shift, and father mentioned he needed to go grocery shopping so I figured i’d do it for him.” You say as Alastor writes your total down. You don’t wait for him to give it to you, instead you hand him all the cash and quarters you have in your pocket.

“This is well over what you owe.” He says grinning, he knows what you’ll say next, but it’s fun to watch you become so proud of yourself.

“Yes, however I don’t have any use for the rest, so I believe you can keep it. Good day Alastor.” You say smiling and grabbing the bagged items. He smiles and just puts the money away, his mind is already running on how to make it up to you.

your father never notices where you got the groceries, he only cares he didn’t need to drop more money to get it

When the next school year rolls around this time you both are in the eleventh grade, this is your most important year

You’re stressed with papers and exams every other week, Alastor is swamped with having to help other students as a tutor, his lunch period now being the only time he can see you

However, your schedule isn’t the same, now your free period is during a class of his and now he’s sneaking out more than once to see you, most of the kids in his grade have stopped showing up, most did after the eighth grade

You rant and complain about how stressed you are, and how you can’t wait for the year to be over so you can finally breathe

Alastor laughs and for the first time in his life he can truly feel how fake it is, he’s never been more stressed in his life and though your books might be better the work is just the same especially since he’s in the gifted program

you ask about his mother time to time and he appreciates you thinking of her, no one really asks

he tells you of his plan to go to New York, how excited he is and how much he’s saving, how his mother has been picking up extra shifts to bring in enough

this is when he asks you to come with him, but you tell him you can’t, that you can’t leave your family, your parents or siblings, how your life is here

he understands, it hurts him to leave his mother, she’s the only family he’s ever known, ever had, he hates leaving her behind

but he promises to come back, that he will come back to Louisiana, and you smile because you believe him

when graduation comes he waits until your parents retire for the night before knocking at your front door, he’s risking a lot for this, but he needs to see you before he goes

When you answer the door hes overjoyed, and you wrap him in the tightest hug he’s ever felt before, even though he doesn’t feel many

He hands you flowers with a small congratulations, and you smile and tell him the same, before you remember something

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You say, before you stop and turn to him, opening your front door. “ I’ll be right back, don’t move.” You say, and take off into the house. He smiles and waits, taking in your neighborhood. It’s clean, large houses, perfect sidewalks and a nicely paved street

you come back with an envelope in hand, and when you hand it to him he shoots you a look. What is this?

He opens it to find a large sum of cash, he can’t even begin to imagine how much your handing him. He shakes his head and hands it back.

“I cant accept this.” He says, his smile tightening. He’s upset. Do you think he needs this? But you smile wider and insist.

“For new york silly, everything is crazy in this big apple. If not for you then for your mother, please. I saved it for you.” You say, and he sighs, lightly flipping through it.

“How much is it?” He asks, almost afraid of what you’ll say.

“Seven Hundred.” You reply, and his eyes widen, and his smile drops finally. This is the first time you’ve seen him without one.

“I cant possibly-“

“You must. Please. It’s not my parents if that’s what your thinking. I earned it, and I wanted to give it to you.” You say, before he’s silent

“I don’t need your charity dear.” He says, his smile returning. Clearly he’s annoyed by this point, but you don’t seem to care, if you can even tell

“It isn’t charity. It’s a gift. No one is ever too good for a gift.” You say crossing your arms, now he laughs. Your stubborn, you refuse to take it back. You’re not asking him to take it, your not giving him a choice.

“Alright, fine. However I’m not using this. I’ll give it to my mother.” He says, and you smile contently at that.

“I’m okay with that.”

[goldenseresinretriever]

False Confidence: Chapter 2

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, mentions of sexual harassment, anxiety, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: This is a repost from my series, False Confidence. It was originally posted in March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Everyone’s waiting for your answer but your head is spinning. The silence stretches for just shy of too long before you finally clear your throat. “Can I have a minute?” You stand, shakily, pushing your chair back and making for the door. You curl your fingers around Josie’s wrist as you pass her, tugging her after you. No one tries to stop you and when you exit into the hallway, it’s empty. You glance in both directions, find them unfamiliar and then just pick one, dragging Josie behind you. Once you think you’re out of earshot of the office, you round on Josie who’s regarding you calmly. Your hands are still trembling but you can’t hide your anger anymore and you snap. “What were you thinking!” You snap and Josie’s eyes widen in surprise. Your voice trembles but the bite is still there. “First you tell me to sue him for sexual assault and now you want me to date him?!” Josie sighs, rolling her eyes.

“You really think that little of me, Roadie? Look, what he did was fucked up, and I knew you wouldn’t want to press charges because you’re well, you, but I want to support you if that’s something you really want. Either way he deserves to pay for what he did. If you don’t want to take this to court that’s fine, but why not benefit from this? You said it yourself, you’re worried about Dan’s rule, so play the system. Also, I didn’t say you should date him because I wouldn’t wish that fate on my worst enemy, I said to fake date him. It’s just a game, like playing pretend. It’s January, Dan makes his decisions on renewals by April at the latest and then maybe you stick with it until the end of the year and then you can say you broke up over summer break and it’s over. Plus it’s perfect, just have him show up to a few school events. It doesn’t have to be every one since he has a career that has him traveling most of the year, so you have a good reason when you don’t bring him to something. And since he’ll be gone most of the time anyway, you don’t have to put much effort into the ruse.”

“Plus,” she gives you a rueful smile. “As much as it pains me to say it, Javy’s not such a bad guy. I don’t approve of his choices but I know from seeing him with the guys and Zam especially, he’s got a good heart. When he says he’s sorry and that he didn’t mean to hurt you, I think he means it. The guy has three sisters for heaven’s sake. I wouldn’t even think of suggesting this if I didn’t trust him in some capacity. And like I said, it’s not like you’re actually dating him.” She shrugs again.

“I couldn’t do something like that. Using someone that way? It’s not right.” Your heart squeezes as you force the words out and you try your best to ignore the way your voice shakes. Josie gives you a pointed look.

“He’s using you too, remember? Zam needs him to fix his reputation. A steady girlfriend is exactly what he needs, or at least the illusion of one.”

“Does he need it, or does the team?” Your words have more bite than you intended and Josie regards you curiously.

“He is the team. It’s his job, the way your teaching position is yours.” She says coolly. “I’m not going to force you one way or another, but I’m just saying, an opportunity like this isn’t going to come around again.” Your stomach is a tangle of nerves as Josie goes back inside and you consider her words. It would be mutually beneficial for both of your jobs, and he clearly wasn’t attracted to you, so perhaps some kind of agreement wouldn’t hurt. You can’t believe you’re actually considering this but you think about your kids, your classroom, and your job that you really do love. If this was what you had to do to guarantee that you kept it, you could play the game. Your kids are everything and you take great pride in your work. As a kindergarten teacher, you’re the kids’ first impression of the school and you take that job very seriously. The idea of having to hand that over to someone else makes your heart twist painfully in your chest. You can do this for them.

“Hey,” a voice breaks through your train of thought and you jump in surprise. Javy holds his hands up in front of him, backing up a step to give you space. “Easy, I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m not going to hurt you.” He says, brown eyes widening at your terrified expression. You feel your body curl into itself instinctively and see a flicker in his eyes that you can’t read. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He says slowly, eyes running over your figure but not in a scrutinizing way. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was checking you over. “So,” he says, posture relaxing as he leans a shoulder against the wall as he regards you. “How are you feeling about this agreement?”

You pick at the fabric of the skirt of the dress, averting your eyes so you don’t have to look at him. After it’s been a little too long without you answering you give a slight shrug before you force the words out, your voice quiet. “I really love my job. I don’t want to lose it.” It’s not an answer, not really but he nods slowly as you chance a peek at his face to see his reaction. He catches your gaze and gives you a small smile. It feels like the first peek of the sun through an overcast sky after a storm. It sends an unexpected droplet of warmth plummeting straight into your stomach. You find that you don’t want to escape his gaze nearly as much after seeing that soft quirk of his lips. Cautiously, you turn to face him fully and watch as the corners of his mouth slowly tick up in tandem. The clouds move apart and as you’re bathed in his warmth, you wonder what it would feel like to experience the full force of his smile. You think it might destroy you.

“What about you?” You don’t recognize your voice when you find it. You clear your throat and try again. “How are you feeling about the agreement?” He shrugs his broad shoulders.

“There are worse things.” You suppress the urge to flinch at his casual words that send a slice of cold down your spine. “Zam’s been on my ass for months about settling down, that’s true.”

He pauses so you ask, “And you wouldn’t rather have an actual girlfriend? A real one, I mean.” He gives you a curious look.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he points out and you feel your cheeks heat as you avert your gaze from the intensity of his.

“No,” you answer softly. “I wouldn’t.” You don’t offer any additional explanation so he just nods.

“Well, I wouldn’t either.” He says and you realize you’ve unintentionally placed the two of you at a stalemate. “So, that’s it then?” He asks, finally breaking the silence. “We’re doing this?” You swallow hard before nodding firmly.

“We’re doing this.” He nods back before extending a hand into the buffer of space he’d left between the two of you. You stare at it for a long moment before extending one of your own. He holds his hand still, leaving it to you to wrap your digits around his larger ones. He curls his around yours then and you’re reminded of how they felt on your hips, pressing into the flesh like a potter molding clay. When he shakes your hand you watch the muscles flex in his arm and wonder if you’ve unknowingly thrown yourself into the deep end, condemned to a death by drowning.

“Hi, I’m Javy, nice to meet you.” Even though he’s told you his name once before, this feels different. You introduce yourself as well. It feels odd. You’ve known him before ever being introduced. This feels different, almost like the air between the two you had shifted. He lets go of your hand as quickly as he grips it and holds out his hand back towards Zam’s office.

“Shall we?” He asks and you nod, turning to go ahead of him. You feel the ghost of fingertips against the small of your back and you stiffen instinctively at the unexpected contact. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he apologizes instantly, pulling his fingers away. “I’m a naturally touchy guy. It’s a bad habit, I’ll try to be more aware of it if it makes you uncomfortable.” He sounds genuinely apologetic and maybe a tiny bit embarrassed. He holds the door to the office open for you as you both enter and you square your shoulders, willing them not to shake as you approach Zam’s desk.

“I’ll do it.” Zam looks surprised but nods before turning to Javy.

“Javy?” You don’t turn to look at him but the pause before his answer tells you he’s nodding.

“I’ll do it.”

“Good,” Zam says, not sounding very convincing before she tries again. “Good. I’ll draw up something official that the two of you can sign. In the meantime, the two of you should get to know each other. Javy, I’ll arrange a press conference at which you’re going to address the photos and ask the press as well as your fans to respect your girlfriend’s privacy. After that you’ll need to start appearing together in public: dates, Roadie you’ll need to start attending home games and maybe even an away game or two where your schedule permits.” Your brain starts getting hazy as the weight of what you’ve just signed up for settles onto your shoulders. Zam’s still speaking but your brain is louder as it gets heavier and then Zam’s dismissing everyone.

You feel Josie’s hand on your shoulder, steering you towards the door. You file out of the office with everyone else and follow behind Josie, your mind still so busy that you don’t hear the calling of your name until a hand curls around your wrist and you jump, letting out a squeak of surprise. The hand retreats instantly and Javy gives you a guilty look. “Sorry, but you weren’t answering.” He scratches the back of his neck. You give him a shy nod, twisting your hands in front of you. “I don’t have your phone number. I figured that’s probably important.” You fumble to extricate your phone from your purse, tapping at the screen with trembling fingers before handing it to him. He inputs the digits with ease before handing the phone back. “Cool, well I’ll be in touch.” He says before giving you one last smile before turning to jog down the hallway in the opposite direction.

Once he’s gone you look down at your phone, and your eyes widen as you see what he’s done. Your texts are open to a new conversation with a contact named “Big Sexy ;)” with a single bubble from your side of the chain reading “How’s dinner sound?” Your phone chimes and a message pops up from the opposite side of the screen.

“It would be my pleasure.” Followed by an unfamiliar address. Your breath catches in your throat. Not for the first time today you wonder if you’re in over your head.

***

Your kitchen looks like a hurricane’s gone through it. The result of the storm perches on the corner of the counter, prompt seated in a frilly baking dish. The lemon-blueberry loaf fills the space with a delicious aroma as you frown at your reflection. You’d finally invested in a full-length mirror at Josie’s behest and you’re still getting used to using it. You smooth your hands down the surface of your light-wash jeans, resisting the urge to tug at the sweater you’re wearing as you regard your reflection. Your eyes shift to the sliver of the kitchen that you can catch in the mirror and frown at the mess. You’re a stress baker and so far today you have the loaf you’re taking to Javy’s along with muffins for your class tomorrow and another tray for the teachers. You glance at the clock on the wall and grimace. If you don’t leave now you’ll be late and you don’t need that extra stress on top of everything else on your mind tonight. You begrudgingly grab your purse and the loaf pan, heading out as the sun starts to paint the sky with the warm pallet of sunset.

***

You googled the apartment complex before you left but that doesn’t stop you from craning your neck up at the impressive reflective surface of the luxury apartment building. It’s smack in the middle of downtown San Diego and you’d passed a packed highway of commuters heading in the opposite direction on your way here. As you step into the opulent lobby, you feel severely underdressed, especially as you approach the front desk. You’ve never seen an apartment with a front desk but then again you’ve never had reason to interact with the extremely wealthy aside from teaching their children. The woman at the front desk doesn’t look much younger than you but she could be older. It would make sense that a job like this would age you less than corralling elementary schoolers all day.

“Can I help you?” She asks with a nasal voice that has everything to do with her pinched expression of thinly veiled disgust as she gives you a once-over that’s definitely not in her job description. You give her a tight-lipped smile in response.

“I’m here to see Javy Machado.” You consider calling him Mr. Machado but if he’s supposed to be your boyfriend you need to sound comfortable around him. Especially since this probably won’t be the last time you have to interact with… Emma. You find her name tag as she finishes her silent assessment of you, a pitying smile on her lips.

“Oh honey, you’re not going to need that.” She nods at the loaf pan in your hands. “It’s not the kind of cake he invited you over for.” She smirks like she’s won some sort of game and you wonder exactly how many girls she’s seen come through here. You plaster your polite smile on even harder, imagining her as one of your students’ mothers. You’re not sure where your confidence comes from but maybe Roadie, fake girlfriend to superstar hockey player Javy Machado is braver than Ms. Roadie, kindergarten teacher, because you respond coolly.

“I’d appreciate it if you let my boyfriend know I’m here, please, Emma. We have dinner plans.” She looks like she’s about to snort but then her expression changes completely and you don’t understand until she addresses someone who must be behind you.

“Mr. Machado! Good evening!” She chirps cheerfully and she reminds you of a baby bird. Desperate. You steel yourself and turn to face Javy, keeping your brave face in place as best as you can.

“Perfect timing, sweetheart.” The words sound clunky and unfamiliar in your mouth and you see Javy’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly before understanding fills them.

“Hey beautiful, ready for dinner?” He leans in then, eyes watching you carefully as if trying to convey his intentions before his warm lips meet your cheek in a chaste kiss that sets your skin ablaze in its wake. You give him a simple nod, words failing you as you turn over the casual term of endearment in your mind.

Emma’s watching your exchange with barely contained shock. Javy doesn’t even pay her a moment of attention, nodding to the left in silent instruction and you follow him to an elevator bay. You register then that his hands are full of takeout bags and you immediately wrestle one from his grasp as he juggles them to free a hand for the keypad to the elevator. “Thanks," he says and you arrange the bag in your arms. “I hope you like Cajun.” The smell escaping the bags hits your nose then and your nostrils fill with the rich, spicy scent and you feel a little of the tension slip out of your shoulders even though the smell is entirely foreign to you.

“I’ve never had it.” You admit as the elevator arrives and the two of you board it.

“Never?!” He looks surprised before it melts into a grin that knocks the air out of your lungs. “Well, then this is the perfect place to try it for the first time. Well, other than New Orleans.” He amends and you nod along. The two of you fall into silence as the elevator climbs. You notice then what he’s wearing as you stand on opposite sides of the elevator. You’d felt underdressed in the lobby but he’s dressed in a faded ASU shirt and athletic shorts over socks and slide sandals. He notices you looking and gives you a rueful look. “I was banking on having time to change before you got here.” He explains and you shake your head, dismissing his half-apology.

“It’s fine. It’s your house after all.” He smiles again and the silence is back before the door slides open onto an entryway. You’ve arrived straight into his apartment and you let your eyes explore the beginning of his home. The entryway is sparse and undecorated. It looks stiff, devoid of personality. There’s a hallway that turns out of sight to your left and a closed door to the right.

“That’s the spare bedroom.” He explains as he slips off his shoes and you follow suit. “It’s a weird layout but it suits my needs.” You’re not entirely sure what he means until you follow him down the hallway. Once it opens onto the living room you think you understand Javy Machado just a little bit more.

The living room is a complete 180 from the entryway. The furniture looks expensive and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlook a breathtaking view of the city but the end tables are littered with picture frames and the space has a distinct lived-in feel. You get the feeling that his overnight guests don’t make it this far into the apartment. He makes a beeline for the kitchen and you hurry to catch up with him. You manage to catch sight of at least one of the frames’ contents and a soft smile quirks at your lips. A younger Javy and Jake grin back at you. Their arms are slung over each other’s shoulders, faces sweaty, wearing red and gold hockey jerseys that you assume are from ASU given Javy’s shirt of the same color. You make your way into the kitchen where Javy’s opening the bags and accounting for all the food. He looks up when you come in, depositing the extra bag next to him and the loaf pan beside it. He snatches it up, groaning as he takes a deep sniff of the contents.

“Roadie, this smells delicious.” He remarks before excusing himself to his bedroom to change leaving you in the kitchen. Once you’re alone, you feel the nerves start to creep back in. You worry the hem of your sweater as you wait until a faint jingling reaches your ears and you turn just in time to see a wary black snout make its way around the corner into the kitchen. Of all the things you’ve seen so far in Javy’s apartment, this is the biggest surprise. The tiny dachshund regards you curiously and you do your best to manage your nerves, knowing the dog can definitely sense them and squat down.

“Hi there,” you whisper cautiously and the dog approaches carefully. You reach a hand out and she sniffs it suspiciously before licking at your fingers and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips. You catch sight of her collar as you scratch her head gently. “Roxie” it reads and you smile wider. “Hi there, Roxie, it's nice to meet you.” Roxie seems equally pleased and rolls over onto her belly to encourage further scratches and rubs. You’re so consumed with her that you don’t notice Javy return until Roxie squirms into your grasp to face her owner, giving a playful yip. He’s gaping at the two of you and you’re instantly nervous again. You stand quickly, dusting your hands off on your jeans.

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to intrude I just- She came in here so I just- I’m sorry.” You sputter but he’s still staring at Roxie before he slowly moves his gaze to you. Something unreadable passes through his eyes and then he shakes his head.

“No, it's fine I just, she was supposed to be in the laundry room. And I…” he trails off before continuing. “She doesn’t usually like other people, especially strangers.”

“Oh,”

“Yeah,” he says, looking back down at where Roxie’s sitting, regarding him with a cocked head on the floor. He looks back at you, expression unreadable. “Should we eat?” You nod and follow him to sit at the countertop. He pulls two bowls out of the cabinets and opens up some take-out soup containers. “How do you feel about seafood?” Your stomach drops as nerves twist your gut. He looks up and must see your expression because he just nods and grabs one of the containers, dishing the hearty-looking stew into a bowl before passing it to you. “That one’s just sausage. I didn’t know where you stood on seafood, so I got both.” Your heart aches slightly as you thank him and take the bowl. He fills his bowl from a different container before taking a seat next to you. “So, Roadie,” he says after taking a few bites in silence, “tell me about yourself.”

You squirm slightly in your seat. You’ve never been one to talk much about yourself so you decide to stick to the basics, and treat this like a job interview. It kind of is a job interview, except you’re interviewing for a position after taking it instead of before. “I’m almost thirty. I’m a kindergarten teacher at Acacia Academy. That’s how I know Josie and Reuben. Josie and I are colleagues and their daughter Skylar is in my class.” Javy nods, before asking.

“Do you like it? Teaching?” You nod vigorously and you think you see a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“My kids mean everything to me. I can’t imagine doing something else.” You admit and he nods again.

“What do you do other than work?” You give him a confused look so he clarifies. “What are your hobbies?”

“I’m an artist,” you answer easily. “It’s not in any way professional by any means, but I like doing it.” You shrug.

“What kind of art?” He asks and you shrug again.

“I work with lots of mediums, I don’t like being limited to just one.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Painting,” you answer easily.

“Why?” He rests his chin on his hand and you feel pinned under his casual gaze. It feels odd, and unfamiliar, being the sole focus of his attention. It’s like walking to your car on a cloudless day and feeling every inch of your cool skin prickling under the unyielding warmth of the sun.

“It’s so versatile,” you explain, dropping your gaze to where your fingers pick at the napkin pinned under your bowl. There are so many styles and techniques and nothing is clear-cut. You’re not limited by the colors you have in front of you, everything can blend. Anything’s possible. The only limitation you have is your creativity.” An unreadable look passes through his eyes but then he’s back to normal. You don’t get long to dwell on it, though, before he’s back to asking you questions.

***

“So, you said your principal doesn’t care about making illegal rules because it’s a private school, so why not teach at a public school?” You fidget with your spoon, looking away from him before answering.

“Public schools aren’t really a good fit for me. I can’t get comfortable.” He doesn’t push and you’re thankful.

“Speaking of comfort, we should talk about how we’re going to do this.” At your confused expression, he elaborates. “Pretend to be in a relationship, I mean. For starters, if we’re really going to sell this, you can’t be jumping out of your skin every time I touch you. People are going to expect at least a little PDA.” He must see the wide-eyed dread on your face because he holds up a placating hand. “I’m not saying we have to make out every time there are cameras around, but holding hands, hugs, and the occasional kiss here and there are going to have to be something you’re comfortable with.” You nod, weakly. “That being said, if there’s anything specific you don’t want me doing, tell me. I don’t want you to be scared of me. We’re on the same team here. This doesn’t work if we’re not working together.” You nod, nervously. It wasn’t like this last time, this is all new territory for you. “If it’ll help you loosen up, we could just have sex. No strings attached, obviously, but if it’ll make you more comfortable-“

“NO.” Your voice comes out with more force than you intended it to, laced with terror as your heart hammers in your chest. What are you doing here? What were you thinking, agreeing to this? Of course, he’d expect you to have sex with him. He’s used to having a new girl every night. You’re losing the battle with your thoughts when Javy breaks right through them.

“Hey, HEY, easy Roadie, it was just a suggestion, we don’t have to.” He looks like he’s fighting the urge to grab your hands in his.

“Please,” you hate the way the word sounds. You want something to feel real. One first to be yours, truly yours. Clearly, he hates the way it sounds too because his face contorts into something unfamiliar before he nods.

“No sex, done.” He hesitates for a moment before he opens his mouth again, choosing his words carefully and you see a flash of rage in his eyes and you bristle in fear. “Roadie… I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk about this with, but I just,” he shakes his head, pushing forward. “Did, did someone hurt you?” You realize what the rage in his eyes is now. Not anger at you, for turning him down, but protectiveness. Because he’s taken your vehement refusal as something else. You faintly remember Josie mentioning that he has three sisters. Of course, that would be his first instinct. You shake your head quickly.

“No, no, it’s not that.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you and thinks you just don’t trust him as the fire in his eyes doesn’t dim.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, all the girls on the team are really sweet and would be willing to-“

“It’s not that.” You insist and you can tell he’s still unconvinced.

“Not that you have to talk to someone but I’m sure it might help-“

“JAVY, I’m a virgin.” You squeeze your eyes shut before blurting out the words, hiding from the shame that coats your throat in their wake. The silence between the two of you stretches long enough that eventually you crack open an eye to see his reaction, but there isn’t one. He’s just sitting there, waiting for you. You wrench your other eye open, struggling to get comfortable in the silence. Your fingers twist together in your lap as you wait for him to say something.

“That wasn’t your first kiss, was it?” He says, finally and you can see the gears turning in his mind as he follows his new line of thinking but you shake your head.

“No, I, I’ve been kissed before. It’s just… it’s been a while. I’m a little out of practice.” He nods, contemplating something unspoken before he nods again and looks you straight in the eye.

“Roadie, can I kiss you?”

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in a Wedding

Summary - Part 33 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

Series Masterlist | Masterlist 

A/N: This chapter is a little longer than normal, I just couldn't bring myself to take anything out or cut it off anywhere. I hope you enjoy. Also, I know this GIF is Amara, but just use your imagination.

As you and Dean make your way down to the lobby you send out a silent prayer to Cas asking him to bring everyone to the front of the hotel. Out on the street you look to your left and see Sam and Cas walking towards you. You smile at them as they approach and squeeze Dean’s hand. 

Once they get close enough to talk Sam looks at you and says, “So, looks like you’re as persuasive as you said.”

“Told you. I know what I want and how to get it. Did you guys call Bobby?” Just as his name leaves your lips a beat up red and black sedan pulls up beside you on the curb.

“So, what? Am I going back to my motel or witnessing a wedding?” Bobby asks gruffly, leaning out the window.

You look up at Dean and smile. “The second option. No more changing our mind, no more running. Although, a courthouse isn’t really an option given our legal, official vital status.”

Dean sighs and then says, “I think I know a place, I’ll go get my other Baby and we can go.” He kisses you on the top of your head before pulling away to go get his car. 

As soon as he’s out of earshot Sam says, “You forgive too easily. You know he’s gonna do this again the next time there’s the slightest inconvenience. I know you love him, but is it really worth all the pain?”

“Name a perfect couple, Sam. Your parents weren’t, Bobby and Karen weren’t, hell my parents weren’t even hunters and their marriage wasn’t perfect. They fought like cats and dogs most of the time. Doesn’t mean the love’s not real and that it’s not worth every second.”

“Let them have their moment, Sam. Be a supportive brother. I hate seeing any of you guys get hurt, especially by each other. But I’ve watched Dean surprise me for years, and for the two of you he always steps up when it really matters. You’ve fought adversity after adversity side-by-side and despite the pain you always find solace in each other. And for the record I know quite a few couples that hunt together. I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks, Bobby. That means a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah. Enough with the chick flick moments, here comes Dean. You coming, Sam?”

Sam nods and walks around to the passenger side and gets in while Cas awkwardly looks around before getting in the backseat. When Dean pulls up in front of Bobby you do the same. His hand is quick to find your smooth, bare thigh where your dress has ridden up as he drives off to the secret location. “That dress is really sexy, but I can’t wait to see it on the floor.”

You blush a little and then say, “I never thought this day would actually come. Part of me thought we’d be engaged forever.”

He squeezes your thigh. “Me too. And I know I’m difficult and I keep hurting you, but I swear I meant it when I asked you that night. It feels like such a long time ago.”

“So much has happened since then. But honestly, I’m just glad we went through it all together. I can withstand a lot, Dean, but not alone.”

“I know. You mentioned that night in the barn. That night I knew you had a hold on me. I’ve been with plenty of women, you know that, but none have put me in my place and made me want to change the way you do. But as I fell for you all I could think about was losing you. I don’t think I could handle that. Even when I gave you that ring I was terrified. We’ve got so many people killed over the years and I just couldn’t live with myself if I got you killed too.”

You put your hand on top of his on your thigh. “I was a hunter long before I met you. I know the risks. I feel a lot more secure hunting with you than hunting alone. I know you have my back, and I always have yours.” 

You look out the window as you feel the car slowing down and pulling off down a dirt road. You give Dean a confused look. 

“I often take these roads when looking for somewhere to camp the night in Baby instead of going to a motel. I came out here the other night to clear my head and all I could think of was how much you’d like it.”

At first glance it just appears to be a plain field and a forest but the further he pulls off the road you start to smell the ocean. 

“This field made you think of me?”

“Shut up. Just follow me, I promise it’s not a long walk, but I can carry you if you want,” Dean says as he shuts off the engine and gets out. Bobby, Sam, and Cas follow suit. You get out carefully while holding the soft box in one hand. 

“No offense, Dean, but we passed plenty of nicer places on the way here…” Bobby says.

“Shut your mouths all of you.”

Dean offers you his hand and then takes one look at your white heels and scoops down and picks you up bridal style. “I can walk, Dean. Put me down.”

“You’ll ruin the only pair of nice shoes you own.”

“It’s not like I’ll ever wear them again.”

Dean just shakes his head at you and continues down a narrow walking trail for a few minutes before stopping and placing you back on your feet. You spin around taking in the view. You’re on a hill with a river running below and wild flowers lining the river's edge. Tall trees tower above you with birds and wildlife chirping in the treetops. Dean takes a tight grip on your hand to ensure you don’t slip while taking it all in. You can see the trail goes further around, winding along the river’s edge, but the view from where you are is perfect. The look of wonder on your face is enough for Dean to know his suspicions were correct. 

“I always told you if we did it, we’d do it right,” he says, pulling you close.

“You definitely delivered. Let’s do this.” You say. 

Cas walks over and joins you and says, “Soulmates, I told you. I’m so glad I didn’t wipe your memories.”

“Yeah, us too,” you say. 

Dean pulls you close and looks straight into your eyes. You smile up at him. 

Castiel stands in front of you both, his presence commanding yet gentle. With a solemn nod, he speaks up. “Well, it seems there’s no point in prolonging this or dragging it out. Love is a force that transcends boundaries, a bond that unites two souls on a journey through life. Dean and YN, as soulmates your love has the power to conquer even the greatest challenges, as we’ve seen time and time again. Your journey together is a testament to the strength of your bond.” He looks at each of you and then continues, “I believe this is where you each share your vows. So, YN, do you take Dean to be your husband, to love, support, and stand by his side through all the trials life may bring?”

Tears shimmer in your eyes as you look into Dean's, your heart overflowing with love. “Of course I do.” You carefully open the ring box and take out the larger ring that you picked for Dean. He holds out his left hand and you slip the ring onto his ring finger. It’s a perfect fit. “Dean, I'm so glad I found you. You've been with me through it all—the good times and the bad–the pregnancy and the loss and every hunt we’ve ever been on, as well as the quiet days in the bunker and driving around in Baby. You've always been there to protect me and comfort me when it gets tough. You're my rock. I love you with everything I have.”

Dean smiles at you as Cas nods and turns to Dean, his gaze unwavering. “Dean, do you take YN to be your wife, to love, support, and stand by her side through all the trials life may bring?”

Dean’s smile never wavers as he looks deep into your eyes and says, “Hell yes, I do.” A soft chuckle ripples through you, Sam and Bobby, even Castiel's lips twitching into a small smile. Dean takes the ring box from you and takes out the simple ring you chose for yourself. He hands the box off to Sam who’s standing nearby and lifts up your left hand. “From the moment you put that knife against my neck in that barn, everything changed. You've stood by me through the darkest of times, and you've brought light into my world. A light that I never thought I’d have. Pushed me to be better and got through to me when I was too stubborn. Hell, you even got me here today. I know I’ve never made anything easy, but I promise to always be there for you, to protect you, to make you laugh even when you don't want to, and to love you with everything I have.” He slips the ring onto your finger so it sits perfectly above your engagement ring.

Smiling at you both, Cas continues. “Then, by the power vested in me as an angel of the lord, I now pronounce you partners for life, here on Earth and in heaven. You may seal this bond with a kiss.”

Dean's arms wrap around you, drawing you into a passionate and tender kiss, pushing all his love into it. As he pulls away, his eyes sparkle with emotion. “I love you, Mrs. Winchester.”

You smile through happy tears, your heart overflowing. “And I love you, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean pulls you in for another kiss. “I am a little disappointed I didn’t get to fully appreciate all the effort you went to earlier,” he says as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear softly. Then he leans in close to your ear and deeply says, “But I promise I’m gonna appreciate and worship every inch of your sexy body when we get back to the hotel.”

You can’t help but blush at his words as heat floods through your body heading south. You turn your head, placing your lips close to his ear and whisper, “That’s good because I have a little surprise for you under here.”

You hear his breath catch in his throat at your words. You smirk at him and pull away. You walk over to Sam and Bobby, feeling Dean’s gaze dragging over your form from behind. Bobby holds his arms open for you, he’s not much of a hugger but he’s always made exceptions for you in special circumstances. You welcome his embrace.

“I knew you’d pull this off. I know he’s rough around the edges but he will be good to you. I trust that. I knew you two would end up together from the first time he brought you over. You both look happy and that’s all this old man can ask for.”

You smile at Bobby and nod before looking over your shoulder at Dean who’s taken a few steps towards you. “I am happy. This is what I’ve wanted for a long time. I don’t know what’s in our future or how long we have but I want to spend it with him.”

The second you step back from Bobby Dean’s wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Come on, we get a honeymoon now, right?” He asks.

“I don’t know, Dean. We got the wedding, but there’s still demons on our trail.”

Sam finally pipes up and says, “you deserve it. Go celebrate and try to have a few normal newly-wed-couple days, and if the demons find you, you hunt them. If you’re gonna do it, go the whole mile. I may not have always been onboard but Bobby’s right, despite all your trials and tribulations you always get through it together, you always come through for each other. And I’m glad to finally be able to officially call you my sister.”

“In-law,” you add with a smile. You know it must be hard for Sam with how he’s felt for you and watching Dean treat you rough and you always running right back. But you know he means well and wants what’s best for both you and Dean. You trust he’ll come to accept the bond. 

“Well then, if everyone’s onboard, I’m gonna take this little hottie out for a proper celebration and then start our honeymoon,” Dean says as he hugs you tightly.

“You mean consummate your bond,” Cas says matter-of-factly from behind you.

“If you want to put it that way, sure,” Dean says and you blush. 

“Thanks Cas for coming through with this. I know it’s not what you’re used to and you see it as redundant but it meant a lot to me,” you say as you turn around as best you can in Dean’s arms.

“Anything to keep my two favourite soulmates together,” Cas says before disappearing in a flap of his wings.

With that Dean spins you around and picks you back up bridal style to walk you back to the car. 

“Dean!” You shout in shock.

“Can’t have you spraining an ankle on our wedding day.”

Back at the cars you say your goodbyes to Sam and Bobby. 

“You kids have fun, but also stay safe. Look after each other,” Bobby says. 

Sam nods in agreement with Bobby’s statement and then hugs you and Dean before you get in your separate cars and drive back out to the highway and go in opposite directions. In the car Dean’s hand finds its home on your upper thigh again. 

“As much as part of me wants to take you right back to the hotel and worship you, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get you all dressed up like this again. So, I’m gonna find the most fancy, romantic place in Miami and give you the treatment you deserve.”

“Lead the way, husband.” You reach over and turn on the radio letting the classic rock roll over you. This here is your comfort zone: sitting in Baby with Dean’s hand squeezing your thigh while rock music fills the comfortable silence between you. 

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[rafescoke]

Older ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe falling in love with a Maybank wouldn’t be too bad.

Warnings: Smut! (Reader is 17, Rafe is 19), substance, swearing, reader being an asshole

A/N: I do not condone doing any sexual activities if you’re underage and everything that I wrote are solely for entertainment purposes. Take care of yourself always <33

p.s; send requests!

“What the fuck!”

“Good, you’re awake,” Rafe groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palm against the bright sunlight. He sat up straight, trying to regain his bearings and sighed.

“I can’t remember anything.”

“You can, you just choose not to,” Rafe replied, walking towards the bathroom. He felt the morning breeze nipping at his skin from the open window, and blamed it on the uncertain weather of Obx. Last night, he would’ve stripped naked if it wasn’t for the girl sleeping right next to him.

“Oh my god, where are we?”

“A hotel,” he mumbled from the bathroom, leaning onto the sink before reaching for the toothbrush. “We didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not thinking about that,” she grunted, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you have a phone?”

She grabbed for the red phone by the bedside table when he muttered the answer, dialling her brother’s phone number with trembling fingers. She sucked in a breath, waiting impatiently.

“Hello?”

“JJ! I-”

“Save it. I heard everything. Are you really that fucking stupid, (Y/N)? Rafe fucking Cameron?”

“What?” She sat up straighter, her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe watched her from the mirror, his eyebrows raised and his eyes worried.

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuck,” he groaned, “Come back home now, or I won’t talk to you ever again.”

“JJ-”

She sighed when JJ hit the end call, throwing the phone onto the bed exasperatedly. She understood why he was acting berserk at the thought of her and Rafe, but why would he even made this into a huge issue?

“You okay?” Rafe asked, wiping his lips with the towel. “Is it the brother?”

“Yes, it’s the brother, and he wants me home,” she grunted, pulling the covers off of her and standing up. She stumbled backwards, still feeling so light, but put her hand up when Rafe tried to help her. “Can you order an Uber for me? Please? I lost my phone.”

Rafe scoffed, putting the discarded shirt on the floor over him, “Don’t be stupid. Let me drive you home.”

“He’s gonna kill you,” she sighed, biting her lips. Rafe had to look away, pushing away all unwanted thoughts.

“Let him,” he mumbled, grabbing his car keys by the television and fixing his hair without even looking at the mirror. He huffed, thinking it must’ve been better, and waited for her by the door.

“Oh god, I look like we fucked,” she groaned, putting her head down as they walked quickly to the car. Rafe laughed, watching her beside him, and shrugged. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes, it’s a bad thing,” she widened her eyes, and waited for him to unlock the car. “We’re not the same, Rafe.”

“Really? I thought you didn’t care about the whole kook and pogues thing,” he asked, half-amused. He watched as she entered the car, not saying anything. He placed a hand on her lap, and watched as she grunted again.

“Don’t.”

“You were begging for it yesterday,” he smiled, igniting the engine before focusing on the rearview mirror. “Rafe! Please, just touch-”

“I did not say that.”

“You did,” he nodded, and laughed again. “Not exactly. But you did wanted me to fuck you.”

“That’s not me, that’s the alcohol.”

“Oh, does daddy know you drink?”

She stiffened, and Rafe cursed silently at the sight of her frown. He completely forgot how she had confessed to him yesterday, and took a glance at her before sighing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like that.”

“Like what? What are you sorry for?”

“(Y/N), I forgot that-”

“I didn’t say shit to you, Rafe. Can you please shut up and just bring me home?” She yelled, her eyes flaring in anger and her chest heaving. Rafe stayed shut for a second, being caught off guard for just wanting to console her, but he decided to let the calm side of him took over.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

The drive to the outskirts of The Cut was silent, and Rafe didn’t even bother to turn on the radio. He stopped at the gas station and asked her if she wanted anything, but she stayed silent as ever and looking out of the window at a random bald guy pumping his car.

“Fuck, you’re impossible,” he grunted when he entered the car again, placing a chocolate milk on her lap. She jerked at the cold temperature of the bottle, and gave him a glare.

Rafe couldn’t deny the sudden tug on his heart when he turned into the corner to the small house located at the end of the road, biting his lips and constantly glancing at the girl. He wasn’t scared of JJ, but he was dwelling on the possibility of Luke Maybank hitting (Y/N). He wished he could be with her, but even a crazy man would say that’s beyond impossible.

“Give me a call if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, stepping out of the vehicle before flinging the door shut. Rafe grunted at his door shutting roughly against his car, and wondered why girls would even do that when they’re mad.

He watched as the door opened to a furious JJ, his eyes bloodshot red and his hair frenzy. (Y/N) said something to him, and Rafe read the lines of ‘I don’t want to hear it’ and ‘not bringing you to a party anymore’ from his mouth, and before he could read anything else, JJ’s eyes met his.

“Yo, is there a problem, Cameron?” JJ yelled from his front porch, flailing his arms as he walked towards the car. Rafe cursed, fumbling with his break, all while listening to (Y/N) trying to hold her brother off.

He sped away, glancing at the rearview mirror as the small house became even smaller, and let out a tired sigh.

It must be fair, he guessed, for JJ to act like that with him. Rafe went absolutely crazy when he found out that Sarah was with John B, constantly thinking about how he wouldn’t treat her as good as anyone else. JJ must’ve been thinking the same way, but Rafe didn’t know how he could convince JJ that he would never hurt her in any way possible. He shook his head at the thought, thinking how they wouldn’t even be a thing, not when the only proper communication they could have is when she’s drunk.

The next few days were a blur to him. Everytime he went down to the restaurant to catch a glimpse of her, even the tiniest look, she would return back to the kitchen and a different server would come and serve him.

It was like she was trying to ignore him, and Rafe knew something happened. She didn’t have the usual glow with her, that smile she’ll put when she’s talking to the bratty customers, and she was even yelled at by the manager in front of everyone, to which she yelled something back before yelling ‘I quit!’ and running towards the exit.

Rafe wanted to run after her, but knew he would annoy her even more. The good thing from that was he wouldn’t have to spend more money eating the tasteless food now, but he didn’t know where to look for her anymore.

It had been 2 weeks now, and Rafe still hasn't seen her since the day in the restaurant.

“God, you’re fucking hooked.”

“No, I’m not,” Rafe shook his head, attempting to drink the cold drink to ignore his friend. Topper rolled his eyes, patting his back before sighing.

“And she’s a minor, too.”

“It’s just 17,” Rafe shrugged, “And I’m still 18. Technically.”

“19 next month,” Topper reminded him, “There’s a long list of girls who would die for you and you’re after a pogue?”

“Don’t say that,” he groaned, pushing the glass further from the edge of the table. “And I don’t like her. I just think about her.”

“Whatever,” he shook his head, “But tell you what. There’s a party tonight, and it’s going to be huge.”

“Not interested,” Rafe mumbled, thinking of a peaceful night of sleeping instead of out partying. He didn’t feel like meeting Dee too, who had been trying to contact him since the day of the bonfire night.

“Come on,” Topper groaned, “It’s only for a few hours. A few hours to let loose.”

“I’ll think about it,” he lied, wanting to end this conversation already. He didn’t feel like drinking or snorting anything, and he wasn’t even sure why. All his teenage years, Rafe had been a party animal, always there at every party in Obx and just enjoying his life.

He didn’t feel like that Rafe Cameron anymore.

“Maybe (Y/N) would be there.”

His head perked up, “No, she won’t.”

“She will,” Topper shrugged, “Everyone’s going to be there. Are you not desperate to see her or something?”

Rafe thought about the possibility of this, and even if she’s not at the party, he was sure he could find her friends and ask them about her.

He sighed, “Fine.”

“I’ll pick you up at 9. Relax, man. You look like your fucking father.”

Rafe laughed with Topper at that statement, his heart set on one thing; (Y/N).

. . .

The loud music thrummed against his eardrums as he tried to cloud his mind, his head already ringing from the amount of drinks he had tonight.

Topper and Kelce had told him that he was too worried about the uncertainties, and he had dwelled so much on that statement that he decided to down so many drinks one after another.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Topper mumbled to Kelce, watching as Rafe situated himself on the sofa, head back, grunting slightly. “But whatever works, I guess. He’s fucking hooked, I swear.”

“Fuck, is that (Y/N)?”

Topper widened his eyes at the sight of the younger girl with Carter entering the party, his arms around her shoulder as he greeted his friends. He thought about amazing she looked, and how he understood Rafe now, but he didn’t know she would come here with a plus one.

He couldn’t let Rafe see this.

“You wanna go back home?” He laughed awkwardly, placing himself beside Rafe and glancing at a giggling (Y/N) with Carter. He looked at Rafe nervously, and cleared his throat. “I’m tired, man. We should go home.”

“Nah, I’m okay,” Rafe replied, feeling his body relaxing. “You’re right, man. All I need is a party.”

“Ha-ha, yeah, now all you need is your bed.”

“What the fuck?” Rafe laughed, turning sideways to look at the state of Topper. He laughed again, “What’s wrong with you? Is Sarah here or something?”

He looked around, his mind woozing, and what greeted him felt like a smack across his face.

(Y/N) Maybank and fucking Carter.

“Oh, fuck,” Topper said to no one in particular, and grabbed Rafe’s hand before he could stand up. “Chill, man. They’re just talking.”

“He tried to touch her,” Rafe mumbled, his eyes flaring up. Why would (Y/N) even allow herself to be in the same room as that stupid boy? She ignored him for 2 weeks, and now this?

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Topper warned, knowing that this would bound to happen. He didn’t know it would be this quick, though.

“Is killing him stupid?”

“Jesus, Rafe, just don’t do anything, okay? If he tries to touch her again and she looks uncomfortable, then do-”

Rafe stood up before Topper could finish his sentence, walking to the pair with a frown settled on his face.

“Cameron,” Carter greeted, a smirk tugging on his lips as he pulled (Y/N) closer. “What’s the deal?”

“What are you doing?” Rafe hissed, looking straight at (Y/N) as she tried to look away. He turned to Carter again, “The bruise looks a little bit dull. Want me to colour it for you?”

Carter stepped up, to which (Y/N) quickly placed her hand against his chest, rolling her eyes. “Stop it. Carter, let’s just go.”

“Are you serious?”

“Rafe, just go,” she threw him a look before parting away with a smirking Carter, to which he groaned and cursed angrily.

“I need a drink,” he said to Topper, and Topper hesitated before handing him his glass. He watched him downed the remaining content of the glass, placing the bottle next to him before throwing his head back again. He tried to say something, but was halted when he saw Dee walking towards them.

“Hey, Rafe.”

Rafe looked up to her brown eyes and sighed, “What do you want?”

“Do you wanna talk? Like somewhere?”

“We can talk here.”

“I mean like privately.”

A sudden thought occurred to Rafe, and he formed a sly smile; if she could do this to him, he could do it back.

When (Y/N) tried to pull away from Carter, saying she needed the bathroom, she had come across a drunk Rafe flirting mindlessly with the same girl who had asked her to reheat her pasta. She watched from the corner, feeling some kind of an emotion in her, and went back to Carter, who was in the mid of a conversation with his boring friends.

“I need you.”

“Now?” Carter glanced at her, “We just arrived.”

“I need you,” she pulled him again, to which he quickly bid his goodbyes to his friends and following her to the extra rooms upstairs.

It was like a reflex; Rafe saw her pulling that obnoxious guy upstairs, and he didn’t think twice before going after her, leaving Dee alone again, all stressed out.

He felt a wave of anger as she laughed at something he said, his hands balling into a fist. Carter tried to kiss her, to which she flinched quickly that his lips had connected with her cheeks instead, and watched as she giggled.

“I can fuck you right here and right now,” Carter sighed, still so absorbed into the moment and the thought of touching her. (Y/N) laughed, pinning him against the wall, and whispered into his ear.

“In a few minutes.”

Rafe watched as he laughed, his hands around her waist now, and all he felt at the moment was to punch the shit out of that pogue for touching her.

“I need the toilet,” she held a finger up, and placed a soft kiss against Carter’s cheeks as he groaned, muttering a ‘in a minute’ before fleeing to the far end of the floor. Rafe glanced at Carter before walking towards the bathroom, his heart hammering against his chest.

“You’re satisfied now?”

(Y/N) looked up from the sink to the mirror, watching Rafe’s reflection before sighing. Her heart soared, and she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach at the sight of the angry boy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I really don’t understand you,” Rafe said, walking closer towards her. “Why are you back with that guy?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning to look at him, to which he slowly filled the gap in between them. She gulped at him being too close to her, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I can do whatever I want, Cameron.”

“So ignoring me for 2 weeks and making me jealous is your plan all along?”

“There’s no plan, and you know it,” she scoffed, and tried to push him away. She yelped when he tightened his fingers around her arms, keeping her in place.

She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“Is this your payback for me not fucking you?” He whispered, his eyes glancing down to his lips, and he thought about biting the pink lips and fucking her until the next morning. “Huh? Is that what you’re mad about?”

“Fuck off, Rafe,” she sighed, “I’m a minor, remember? Isn’t your reason as to you’re not fucking me is because I’m a minor?”

“Oh, I see it now,” he laughed, tilting his head backwards before inching closer to her lips. He could feel her temperature rising, and couldn’t push the amusement in his body for getting her all worked up. “It is because I don’t fuck you. Do you feel rejected?”

“Fuck off,” she said, trying to push him again, but to no avail. She hated how turned on she was in that moment, and wished she had had her priorities straight.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” He asked slowly, his lips grazing against her cheeks. She held her breath, and watched as he laughed. “Now you won’t speak?”

“Rafe, I-”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” He repeated, his breath heavy. He looked down to her lips again, noticing her biting it, and cursed silently. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Huh? I can’t hear you.”

“God, yes, yes,” she placed her forehead against his, and she could feel her core begging to be touched. She pushed her thighs together, finding some kind of friction for release.

Rafe trailed his fingers down to under her skirt, his mouth slightly apart and his breathing heavy as he watched her squirm, her eyes closed.

He bit her lips, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, watching him intently as his fingers slipped into her panties, teasing her entrance and sending her in an euphoric state. She moaned lightly, and tugged on his wrist before he could continue.

“We’re still in the bathroom,” she said, her thighs trembling for his touch.

“I’ll fuck you in the living room if I have to,” he grunted, and before she could say anything, he turned her over so she could stare at herself in the big mirror.

She bit her lips, hearing him unbuckling his belt and positioning himself before her. She never imagined it to be like this; but she was sure anyways. She never wanted anyone so bad as much as Rafe.

“Faster.”

“Patience,” he groaned, and looked at her through the mirror. He licked his teeth, “Beg for it.”

“Fucking hell, no,” she rolled her eyes, to which he quickly grabbed her face and forced her to look at him through the mirror again.

“I said beg for it.”

“Please,” she whispered, and pushed herself against him, to which he grunted at the sudden touch. He grabbed her waist, pulling her close, and slowly slid himself into her.

He watched as she closed her eyes as he pounded into her, holding his hand against her mouth to shut her moans. He grunted again, telling her to open her eyes, and she obliged quickly.

“Oh my god,” she moaned against his hand, feeling so good that she didn’t ever want to let go.

“Wrong name,” he muttered, trailing his hands down to her neck now, and watched as she clenched around him, sending him to complete stars.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he expressed, feeling himself getting sloppier, and his hands dropped to the sink to stabilize himself. Her moans were getting louder now, and he didn’t care, because all of his wet dreams before were coming to life.

“I’m close,” she stuttered, feeling all of him inside her now, and she swore no one had done it the way he did. Her hands grabbed onto his, feeling so close now, and screamed as she released herself.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling himself out and turning away from her, feeling all kinds of shocks as he came, his chest heaving and his forehead clammy.

Before he could guess their next move, (Y/N) pushed him against the wall, lowering down to her knees and gazing up at him from her position.

Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard at just her look, and bit his lips. “Still so sensitive.”

“So?”

“Oh my god,” he grunted, gripping onto her hair as she wrapped her lips around him, bobbing her head and Rafe had a sudden thought of how amazing she was. He felt the familiar feeling approaching again, and grunted again.

“You’re so good, baby.”

She hummed, sending vibrations throughout his whole body causing him to jerk forward, piling her hair up into a ponytail and helping her hit all of the spots to reach his end. He could feel her teeth grazing him, and he could’ve sworn he felt his heartbeat stopped.

“Fuck. You’re killing me,” he expressed, feeling so close now, and before she could prepare herself, the hot load hit the back of her throat, and she giggled as he pulled himself away.

“Holy fuck, you’re amazing.”

She showed him her tongue, all coated with his seed, and Rafe felt like kissing her and marking her as his forever. He didn’t ever want to let her go, now when she was like a precious gem to him.

She swallowed his load slowly, gazing at him with those eyes again, and Rafe had to turn away to stop himself from getting hard again. He placed a soft kiss against her cheek, pulling his jeans up and helping her dress down.

“We should do that again.”

“Oh, we will,” he smiled, turning the faucet open to wash his hands. He waited for (Y/N)’s turn and turned the faucet off before opening the door.

(Y/N) walked past him into the public, and before he could think of anything else he pulled her against his chest again.

“What?”

“We still haven’t kissed,” he said, and watched as she blushed heavily. “Do you wanna kiss?”

“I don’t kiss older guys,” she huffed, her mouth forming into a smile. “Wait until I’m 18.”

“Are you serious?”

She laughed, pulling herself away from him, “I’ll think about it.”

“You know where to find me, Maybank.”

-

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How about General 42: Are you flirting with me?

Thank you so much for the prompt Lauren <33 I've missed parties and flirting so much so I've decided to make that everybody's problem 🥰🥰

Lily can feel the music pulsing all over her as she stands in the middle of the common room. Her heartbeat still hasn’t calmed down after dancing for two hours straight and she swears it’s pounding in her chest simultaneously with the rhythm.

When she attempts to drink from the cup in her hand, which she miraculously still hasn’t spilled, she finds it empty. That explains the lack of clumsiness on her part, she thinks, or the fact that her whole body is throbbing like something red, raw, and alive.

The sweat is making frizzy curls stick to the skin around her neck, and it suddenly feels too hot among all these people she can hardly breathe. Escaping seems like a good idea now, to get away from this stifling air and maybe to get a drink for her parched throat.

It takes a moment for her to locate the makeshift bar but when she does, she finds herself buzzing for a whole different reason with a mouth drier than before.

It really is not fair on her addled brain for him to look this good.

She imagines herself now looking thirsty on another level, but she can’t find it within her to care as she drinks in James’ relaxed posture from afar. He is slouching against the table with a loose grip on his bottle and she admires the easy smile on his lips, so different from the intensity of it just mere hours ago. She notes with desperation he’d also changed from his Quidditch robes, which she can’t decide whether is better or worse.

His arm flexes under the t-shirt as he ruffles his hair.

Worse, then. Definitely worse.

She could try to reason with herself about how she was already going there anyway and how James has no effect on the speed of her steps. But she’s not fooling anyone, least of all herself, not with this much alcohol in her system and want in her blood.

“Now why are you not dancing at your own victory party, captain?”

He doesn’t look startled to see her beside him. “I think you’ve danced enough for both of us out there, Evans.

“I would’ve danced more if you were there with me too.”

The sad thing is, she doesn’t even get nervous about making these remarks anymore. The excitement to see whether he’d flirt back has faded away after her first few tries, his obliviousness to Lily’s all pitiful attempts now just a game for the girls to see how far she can take it.

“It’s not like I was miserable over here,” he chuckles. “I was just… enjoying the ambiance.”

“Is that what they call it now? Watching pretty girls dance from afar?” She adds a hair twirl for emphasis. Marlene would be proud of her.

He laughs wholeheartedly at this, a little too much if you ask her. She tries not to take offence.

“Guess I just needed a moment to take it all in. It’s the last year, y'know, trying to burn the good memories into my brain.”

She is certainly aware it’s the last year, thank you very much. The reminder prompts her to face him as she leans on the table like he does, debating whether a hair flip would be too much.

Ah, what the hell, she had passed too much two weeks ago.

“I’m sure we can make better memories than skulking in the corner of a crowded room and what? Drinking butterbeer?” She finds enough courage in herself to touch his arm as she adds the next part, “Well, no wonder you aren’t on the dance floor with me if that’s how you’re celebrating.”

“I think you have also drunk enough for both of us, Evans.”

“Nonsense.” She turns to face the various booze bottles and starts to add some firewhiskey in her cup to prove her point, a delayed mission on her part. “We wouldn’t be standing here talking if that was the case.”

Which is why she completely misses his face when he teasingly asks, “Are you flirting with me, Evans?”

She stops pouring the firewhiskey.

“What gave it away, Potter?”

The words alone could be considered a part of their usual bantering if it wasn’t for her deadpan voice. When she finally turns her head to gauge his reaction, she can see him trying to decide whether to laugh it off or panic as his joking question has now turned into something much more. She decides to press on.

“Was it the hair twirling? Cause I’m pretty sure I’ve been doing that for at least three weeks now.”

No answer. She isn’t sure he’s even breathing at the moment.

“No? Asking you to dance then? Something I’ve done at the last party too and got rejected again I must remind you.”

She knows it’s irrational for her to be angry at him about this, but it’s been too damn long, she has endured too much teasing, and she just wants to understand what has changed. James Potter stopped making sense to her a while ago.

“Guess not. Oh, it was touching you, right? Though, I’ve been doing that since almost the year’s started. Would be a real dark horse if that was the one.”

He gulps painfully, she really does feel sorry for him for a split second.

“It was probably the alcohol,” he chokes out at last.

“What? You only fancy me when I’m drunk or something, is that it?”

“Not– not your alcohol,” he stammers quickly. “My alcohol.”

Maybe Lily has drunk enough for the night. She definitely won’t admit he was right or that she can’t understand a word he’s saying though.

He apparently sees it anyway. “I don’t think I could accept you were flirting with me when I was sober, Evans. I still have a hard time believing it now.”

She gets a sudden calculating look in her eyes. “How far gone are you, Potter?”

“Alcohol-wise or you-wise?”

“Oh, now he flirts back,” she grumbles, the blush she feels rising in her cheeks ruining the disgruntled effect she’s going for. “How much of this will you be remembering tomorrow?”

“I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this till the day I die, Evans.”

“Good.” She stands up straight abruptly. “There is a chance I won’t have a clear memory of this moment.”

He wants to object to this vehemently, she can tell, but she doesn’t let him. “Knowing myself, I’ll probably be doing all of these in the foreseeable future too.”

“Which part,” he quips back.

“All of it. So you better get your act together.” She fixes some invisible wrinkles on her blouse before taking her cup back from the table. “I want you to bring your A game tomorrow.”

She leaves his side with a wink over her shoulder. She can’t wait to see the look on her friends’ face when she tells them her glaring success.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

˚₊·˚ “babes” | ot7 ˚₊·˚

↬ pairing: ot7 x reader ↬ genre: fluff | drabbles | scenarios  ↬ warnings: none ↬ w/c: 1.3k ↬ requested by: 🤍 ↬ request was: Hihii I was wondering if you could do enhypens reaction to calling them things like baby or my love in your native language (excluding English and Korean) ↬ a/n (a few things !!)

since i clearly don’t what “my love” in everyone’s native language “babes” is the place holder word and you can imagine it as whatever “my love / love” is in your language !! also i haven’t done an ot7 post in a while so these might be kinda bad and lowkey might not make any sense 💔

also, the 500 followers event is closed (unless you decide to send one in tonight then i’ll still write it 👀 !! ) but somehow we hit 800 followers today !! how this blog managed to get like 200 followers while i was ia is beyond me 😭

but thank you everyone 🥺 i’ll be writing requests from the 500 followers throughout the week and responding to asks as well <33 

˚₊·˚♤˚· lee heeseung ˚₊·˚♤˚·

late one night you and hee are laying in bed, unable to sleep so you ask him,

“babes, wanna eat some ramen?” he’s like yes, ramen !! but wait,

“babes?” he asks. “isn’t that fish in russian?” (like that whole “te amo” means “i love you” in tagalog / filipino even though it actually means ‘i love you’ in spanish. but yeah, he’d probably think it was something completely different in another language lmao) once you realized what you just called him you tell him,

“it doesn’t mean fish, it means love in [insert your language].” the dots connect in his head and all of a sudden,

“i babes you,” you hear. you can’t help but smile at him and laugh a little because,

“that’s not how the grammar works, but at least you tried.” from then on if he wanted something from you he’d do aegyo and would say.

“babes, please !!”

˚₊·˚✎˚·  park jongseong / jay | self indulgent jay mini fic somewhat related to this req ˚₊·˚✎˚· 

you’re chilling with jay one day and all of a sudden,

“hey, babes can you hand me the remote?” you ask. suddenly he’s frozen in place, looking at you like,

“did you just call me love in [insert your language]?” you look at him, slightly tilting your head to the side and you’re all like,

“huh, i guess i did.” in his head, his mind is going crazy because what ?? you l-word him ?? but then you’re just like,

“wait, how do you know what that word means?” and then he gets all flustered and begins to ramble.

“i went on a YouTube spiral at four am, and, uh… uhh… yeah, i just heard it. it sounded unique so i sorta just remembered.”

“when?”

“like, a few weeks ago.”

“what were you watching?”

“the basics to [insert your language] 101.” you’re shocked but not really since jay is basically a language genius. but now your heart feels all fuzzy and warm because he’s learning your language.

˚₊·˚ ✁˚· sim jaeyun / jake ˚₊·˚ ✁˚·

if anything, you probably didn’t call him babes first. why? because you said it to layla. you stopped by jake’s place before the both of you went to your parent’s place. since you haven’t seen layla in a while, she instantly captured your attention (like she so rightfully deserves).

“babes, i missed you!” you say as you smile while petting her and seeing her tail wag in happiness. jake looks at the sight of the two loves of his life and can’t stop the way his heart flutters a little. he doesn’t want to ruin the moment but he wants your attention so he ends up sort of sitting on the ground next to layla and peeks up at you with wide eyes and a smile.

“babes?” he asked. you end up also sitting on the floor, layla settling onto your lap,

“it means love in [insert your language].” he frowns,

“you said you love layla before saying you love me?”

“who says i love you?” he gets kind of pouty because he knows that you love but he wants to hear it. some time passes and when you’re at your parent’s house, you’re talking to them and you tell them in [insert your language],

“i love jake.” he hears the word and his name in the same sentence. so he takes a chance and using the same sentence you said but with your name he says,

“i love ___.”

˚₊·˚ ❆˚· park sunghoon ˚₊·˚ ❆˚··

it probably slipped out in a moment of panic while the two of you were ice skating. sometimes you slipped into [insert your language] due to a surge of various emotions, sometimes anger, fear, or frustration. sunghoon had asked if you wanted to go on a date to the new rink that just opened and you said yes because ice skating with hoon, how could you miss the opportunity ?? he was holding your hand and skating to your pace trying to teach you how to ice skate. but somewhere down the line, he ended up letting go without you realizing it (like when you ride a bike and the person behind you holding the bike lets go !!) so you turn around, eyes wide at the distance between you and sunghoon and you’re like,

“YAH, BABES YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET GO,” and all of a sudden you lose your balance. thankfully, sunghoon being the great skater that he is manages to get to you and holds so you so that you don’t fall. you’re clutching onto his jacket, trying to catch your breath, “i hate you,” you mutter. he smiles as he moves your hair to get out of your face,

“yeah, keep telling yourself that. wait? what does babes mean?” he asks.

“it means love in [insert your language].” suddenly, ice king composure melts. heart going a hundred miles a minute. mind is all like wait what? he accidentally loses his footing and balance, falling while taking you down with him but you’re fine since you landed on top of him.

“are you ok, babes?” he asks to at least try and keep some cool because even though you’re in an ice skating rink, it suddenly feels as if things just got a hundred degrees hotter.

˚₊·˚❂˚· kim sunoo ˚₊·˚❂˚·

he had been interested in learning about your language and culture, mostly for the food… but a+ for effort, right? he would often ask you, “what does this mean?” “what does that mean?” that kind of stuff, since he was genuinely curious. he picked up a few words here and there, occasionally using a word that he knew in a sentence while talking to you. your family asked you to bring him over for a family gathering / party situation sometimes it felt like they liked him more than you. you were sitting down with a plate of food,

“babes, can you hand me a napkin?” suddenly, your and sunoo’s ears are filled with the sounds of “OOO” and your family begins teasing you. to yourself, you’re just like, did i really just call sunoo… but when you look at sunoo his smile is the widest it’s ever been

“you called me love, matji, matji?” (matji meaning like “right” in korean, idk it just felt right to spell that out here ok anyways)

“how did… how did you know?” and he does that thing where he kind of giggles,

“you just confirmed it!”

˚₊·˚✧˚· yang jungwon ˚₊·˚✧˚·

one night jungwon was dropping you off to the front of your doorstep to make sure you got home safe and sound. you were trying to be cute and said,

“saramhae” (saram means person in korean, but what you really meant to say was, “saranghae” which means i love you in korean). jungwon then does that thing where he smirks at you, tilting his head slightly, and he says,

“nado saramhae, babes.” (so like “i love you too, [love in insert your language]” but it’s saramhae because that’s what you said at first) but then,

“babes?” you ask. he plays it off by saying,

“i’m the leader, i need to learn how to communicate in different languages for engenes.” but really it’s just secret language learner pt. 2 exposed.

˚₊·˚⍢˚· nishimura riki / ni-ki ˚₊·˚⍢˚·

ni-ki’s head was on your lap, eyes closed since he was taking a nap and decided your lap was the best thing to claim as his pillow. you needed to get up so to wake him, you poked his cheeks,

“ni-ki,” you said. nothing.

“riki-ah?” this time as more of a question while lightly patting his hair. also nothing.

“babes, if you don’t wake up i’m gonna shove you off my lap.” suddenly, his eyes open and he looks up at you which causes you to jump back in your seat slightly.

“bae-ehbs?” he asks, trying to sound out the word.

“uh huh.”

“wait doesn’t that mean, love?”

“no… it means pabo,” you reply playfully. (pabo meaning like dum dum / stupid in korean, but it’s not meant to sound offensive here !!)

“no it means ‘love’ jay hyung told me about that word when i started dating you.”

“well, if you knew then why’d you ask?”

“wait, so it actually does mean love?”

“you just said jay told you!”

“yeah but i didn’t believe him.” at the confirmation of the word’s true meaning, he feels happy and kind of giddy at the new name he’s earned for himself from you. like heeseung, he’d use it to get something that he wants from you but instead of aegyo it’s more like teasing.

↬ a/n pt. 2 + semi tmi: i speak two languages and i suck at both, english and my parent’s native language. two & a quarter if you count the bare minimum of spanish i learned from taking it during the first two years of high school and the few words of korean i picked up from kdramas lmao 😭

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[love-amihan]

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CONFESSION // INUMAKI TOGE

amihan's note: from bebi kei’s juicy brain, i didn’t notice that i completely changed the plot but eh, was planning to make this gender neutral but idk what to call it other than waterboy/girl so yeah, sticking with fem pronouns. i wanted a different ending but i think i’ll spare y’all since i have a lot of angsts coming in, happy reading!

varsity!toge x watergirl!reader

your grip on the bottle tightens as you watch toge run another lap, this will be his last lap, both in this very field and at this school.

you don’t know if he’s gonna continue with this path once he enters college, you are not close to him but that didn’t stop you from getting invested in him.

inumaki toge is looked up to by many, who wouldn’t? he’s the face of the school, even at a young age, he’s achieved a lot compared to others. your legs begin to tremble as your palms become sweaty, it was like you’re the one in the field more than toge himself.

the people sitting behind you are at the edge of their seats too, “and we have a winner, a clean finish by our ever rising star, inumaki toge!” the announcer exclaims as the crowd goes wild with you clapping along with them, like always you meet him halfway off the field bringing all the necessities with you.

“you did great, congratulations” you try your best not to get flustered under his intense gaze. you see, you’ve had eyes on him ever since he became well-known in track and field. he might even be the reason why you applied to be a watergirl rather than joining a sport yourself.

toge smiles, your chest immediately getting that warm familiar feeling whenever you're near him. “thank you, y/n” maybe this was also the reason why you started viewing him different from the others. he’s always been kind and welcoming, especially towards you.

but what’s stopping you from confessing? it’s his last day, it’s not like you’ll see him after high school anyways. why not take the chance? ah that’s right, you fear rejection, who doesn’t?

you pose for the camera, smiling as you proudly show your diploma. you can’t believe it, this will be your last day at this school, no more stealing glances whenever varisities practice for upcoming school competition, no more watching and admiring toge from afar.

your smile falters at the thought, regret soon comes rising up inside you, if only you could’ve at least let your feelings be known to him.

you feel a tap from your shoulder, your eyes widen upon recognizing, “can i talk to you for a second?” toge says while gesturing to the side, he smiles at your parent waving at them.

successfully pulling you to a secluded area. toge can finally breathe after being bombarded with a lot of congratulations and questions.

you try your best to avoid eye-contact, clammy hands gripping your diploma. why would he even call you to talk? did he know? you can’t handle any rejection at this moment, today should be nothing but celebration!

you doubt he would even remember you in the future, you’re sure he was just being kind whenever you hand him a bottle. your thoughts soon come to a stop, his hands cradling yours, “look at me,” your gaze slowly moves up to him.

“i’ve liked you for a long time now, y/n” his eyes looking back at you with nothing but pure sincerity and love. you stutter out incoherent words, the butterflies in your stomach going wild, mind is swirling with a lot of thoughts.

he clears his throat, his cheeks becoming pink from his next words, “would you mind waiting for me until we finish college?” you stare back at him, speechless because after all those years, the feelings were mutual all along. toge chuckles while shaking his head.

letting go of your hand he turns to the side, his heart hurting from your lack of reaction, “i knew you don’t feel the same way-” you step closer to him, holding his face in place. with your eyes closed you lean in and passionately kiss him.

after a few moments, you pull away grinning ear to ear, “i’ve always wanted to do that,” you say with your chest heaving from having your breath taken away. “is that a yes?” toge asks, still dazed with what’s happening, you giggle and nod your head eagerly, “would love to.”

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[oikadori]

❥︎Hello Darling~

❥︎Can I have a headcanons when Oikawa's and Iwaizumi's s/o Knee injured in volleyball and can no longer move her leg and feel because of this pain but still wants to play volleyball

❥︎Sorry for my English

❥︎Thank you ~

REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED IN VOLLEYBALL

⇢ Includes : oikawa , iwaizumi , kita

⇢ Genre : angst , comfort , fem!reader

⇢ WC~ 1,3K

a/n :  Yes ofc you can bby! Okay i got a little carried away with this one, thank u for requesting...I added Kita btw hope u don’t mind. lolz i had to investigate a bit about volleyball injuries uhm sorry if it is not very accurate tho 

y’all look so sexc when u reblog <33

You forgot packing your knee pads in your sport bag, you were too 

distracted by your boyfriend’s charms

It never crossed your mind that you would play your last match today.

Oikawa’s heart drops to the floor when he hears you hiccup through the phone

he vanishes from practice to meet you at your doctor’s appointment,

“Look at the bright side, we’ll be wearing matching knee suspenders now!”

He jokes but his smile quickly fades when you look away.

Your parents take you back to school and chat with oikawa for a few minutes.

The perfect moment for you to slip into the gym

“Y/n-chan! Are you here?” the echoes of the ball bouncing against the wooden floor hammers in his ears.

He freezes in the spot following your movements as he thinks of how to scold you next but the moment, he sees your leg faltering, his heart clenches.

“Shit!”

You curse, frustration mixed with pain swelling in your chest as you fail your serve the nth time. Your shoulders tense up, feeling two eyes piercing your back. But you quickly loosen up, the feeling too familiar to not recognize it.

“What are you doing?” Oikawa mumbles, taking wide steps towards you, head looking down

“what does it look like? I’m practicing”, you answer sharply, turning to face him.

Oikawa’s breathe itches and a dead silence settles between you two. You bite your lip, containing a hiss of pain, refusing to acknowledge your injure.

“Your knee can’t endure that!”, he snaps at you with glassy eyes, grabbing your wrists, noticing his own behavior in you

And it pains him.

“Don’t“

“You hear what the doctor said“

“Stop tooru!“

You squeeze your eyes in hopes it is bad dream, your bottom lip trembling too scared to face the truth.

“y/n-chan…”, he whispers, his hands loosing his grip  to cup your cheeks so gently it has you looking up to him immediately “–you can’t play anymore”  

He stares directly at you, using all his strength. Your hand travels to your chest, gripping harshly the fabric of your shirt, brows furrowed together as fat tears roll down your face.

“I-I just wanted to stay on the court for a little longer...”

“I know, pretty, i know”, his thumbs trace soft circles on your skin as you tear up. Your hold on his forearms is strong, feeling your body crumbling.

He feels tears forming on his eyes as your incontrollable sobs bounce against the walls of the gym.

Oikawa presses kisses on your wet face before pecking your lips softly stealing a slight smile out of you.

“We'll figure something out, i promise.”

losing a match was completely frustrating for you, so instead of going home you find yourself in the gym.

your ankle has been feeling weird for a time now, but you were good at hiding it.

so good in fact that your over-protective boyfriend hasn’t noticed it

the moment he finds you, he doesn’t waste time to scold you

“oi,y/n! you have to rest after a match! how many times do i have to tell you?”

his eyes pop out when your ankle makes a horrific sound, and you collapse on the ground.

the time stops except for iwaizumi, who is quickly lifting you bridal style.

“What do you mean by permanent damage?!”, you ask harsher than you intended to, Iwaizumi occupying the seat next you.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to play anymore…Since when have you been pushing your ankle?” the nurse asks

Your boyfriend’s eyey widen, the new information. Suddenly he remembers all the times you slight limped during your jogs causing his jaw to clench

“Almost two moths ago…”

“That explains the amount of damage-” the woman sighs before heading to the door, “I’ll call your parents now, you two wait here”

After hearing the click of the door, Iwaizumi turns to face you, burning eyes scanning you but your mind is far away.

“Two fucking months?! Are you out of your mind?!” he grunts, anger printed on each of his words. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“And I was too fucking blind to see it”

He curses to himself, an angry vein pulsating on his forehead as he rests his elbows on his knees, eyes locked with the white floor.

“Sorry…”

The soft mumble you let out makes Iwaizumi shiver. He gazes at you, his chest feeling heavier as he watches big tears glistening on your face

“I’m sorry!!”

He bites his lip, a big lump forming in his throat as your breath hitches.

“ No, I didn’t mean to– Fuck! I should have notice it” he reaches one of your hands, shutting his eyes, unable to look at you.

“I’m so sorry y/n!! I’m supposed to take care of you and-“

His eyelids feel heavy, squeezing it your small palm tightly. You wipe some tears with back of your free hand before placing it on top of his.

“You always take good care of me, Hajime. It is not your fault.”

Iwaizumi’s features soften before standing up. He pulls you into his chest, pressing the back of your head against him as his other hand lays on your small back, making soothing motions.

“I’m gonna make sure you get better, princess”

after a full week of training you find your way back to the gym, eager to see your boyfriend

and of course, the second years doesn’t waste the chance to practice some blocks with you

you land awkwardly from a jump and your knee makes a dreadful pop

everyone freaks out

kita returns from the lockers to find a total chaos.

his face remains calm but his heart is hammering against his chest

he gives a cold stare to the twins and they are quickly searching for help

next thing you know the whole team is carrying you out of the gym

“It says it is an ACL”

“A what??” you ask, laying on your back on the nursing’s bed

“Anterior cruciate ligament injury”, kita says, reading the papers in the folder the nurse gave him moments ago.

‘Are you family?’

Kita took a moment to think about the question. Finally, he looked at her, his heart spoking for him.

‘Not yet’

“I-Is it really bad?”, you ask, eyes flooding with fear.

“It says these injuries don’t heal”

The air around you turns incredibly thick, difficulting each of your breathes.

Kita feels a stab in his chest at the sight of your pale face and teary eyes. He unconsciously moves closer to your bed, mind deep in thought as he feet take heavy steps.

You sob loudly and hide your swollen eyes in the joint between your forearm and elbow.

“I’m finished.” You exhale before sealing your lips.

He stares at the ceiling for a couple of seconds and then he taps your shoulder. Keeping your position, you roll a to the side, making a space for him.

“Not at all”

He caresses your hair, staring at the wall. You look at him, confused.

“But I won’t be able to play again–“

“And?”

You blink, your parted lips open to protest but Kita resumes his train of thought.  

“You can still be involved in volleyball outside the court.”, you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue, causing kita’s eye to soften as he continues rubbing your hair.

“You have many other qualities and–” he brings your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss. Kita smiles as your breath slows doing as he had anticipated.

“– whatever you choose, I’m gonna be here for you”

Your feel like crying again, tears prickle on the corner of your eyes but Kita  wipes them away. You hold his hand in that position, enjoying the warmth his palm offers, feeling safe in his touch.

“I love you Shin”

His heart lightens at your words. He gazes down at you, a tender look grazing his features as he leans to kiss your nose.

“Rest for now my love“

[volleychumps]

hi,, i love your writing !! this is kind of odd but can i request a (slightly nsfw) morning after with fem!s/o x oikawa, kuroo, terushima, and osamu? you had a one night stand but they actually like you so they convince you to go on a date after making you breakfast or something like that? please and thank you 🥺

Thank you for 2.8k<33 I love you all. 

More Than A Night. (w/ Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima, and Osamu)

Warning(s): slight nsfw themes 

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Oikawa

“You’re up early.” 

You flinch in the midst of shouldering your jacket on as you glance behind you, wondering just how rushed you looked as you blush in embarrassment, causing the brunette to grin in turn. Oikawa yawns through a playful grin with one eye closed, adorning a pair of sweatpants and nothing to cover his bare torso as he crosses his arms over his chest in amusement. You look to the cracked open door, smiling a bit sheepishly. 

“I didn’t want to um, impose?” Your words come out questioning as you look away, swallowing tightly at the sight as Oikawa takes knowing steps towards you. You shudder when the setter’s hands you knew so well carefully take the jacket you were in the middle of putting on, slipping it off your shoulders slowly while humming to himself. 

“Trust me, lovely- if you were bothersome I would’ve had you out of here hours ago.” 

“Oh all mighty one, to what do I owe this special treatment?” You tease, remembering that before last night, Oikawa was still one of your friends, regardless of whether or not last night’s events could cause a rift in your friendship with one another. 

“You really want to know?” 

You blink, feeling his fingers gently touch the side of your face to get you to look at him, realizing he had been simply running his finger against the side of his jaw as he seemed to be soaking your features in the morning sun. 

“In fact, what if I asked you to impose for a little longer, Y/N-chan?” 

“Y-You don’t regret last night-?” 

“Are you kidding me?” You feel heat swirl in your cheeks as Oikawa’s teasing tone had taken a serious edge, feeling his hand slide across your cheek to cup your face gently. 

“Should I be kidding you?” A nervous chuckle slips your lips as Oikawa hangs your jacket on the hanging rack again without looking, chocolate orbs seeming to root you in place as he takes one of the few steps he can towards you. 

“I’ve wanted you for years, Y/N-chan.” 

“Liar.” Your voice falls to a whisper as Oikawa tilts his head in a seemingly mocking-manner, annoyance glinting in his eyes at the fact that you didn’t seem to believe him.

“Want proof?” He takes another step, voice also falling to a soft tone before taking a strand of your hair in his fingers, kissing it sweetly as you redden at the gesture. 

You close your eyes, feeling Oikawa dip his head into your neck, lips smirking slightly against your skin as a newfound heat emerges in the contact as the brunette speaks, gently pressing you up the door and shutting it tightly in the movement. 

“So what do you say we make my wait worth it- and make this official, already?”

Kuroo

“You are not reading through my comic books right now.”

“You’re right, I’m actually wondering how a nerd like you got laid.” You retort, flipping through the pages as you bite your lip, hiding your face in the process as you see Kuroo walk into the room from your peripheral view. 

“You slept with this nerd, so I don’t think you’re one to talk, kitten.” 

The events of last night had been a little fuzzy, but little details came back to you as you blush, pretending to focus on the panels of the sci-fi comic book as you hear Kuroo set something down on the bed, leaving his retort unanswered. 

A bright grin crosses your features as you use the blanket to cover your chest as you sit up, seeing the simple breakfast of eggs and toast in the middle of the tray along with a cup of coffee just how you liked it. Your grin grows teasing as you lift the mug to your lips, watching your friend eat a piece of toast on the end of the bed in all his shirtless glory. 

“Is this one of the perks of sleeping with the Kuroo Tetsurou?” You try to keep your voice light, and Kuroo quiets down after scoffing in response, eyes calculating and thoughtful as you withold the urge to sigh. Of course things would be different. Was it even possible going back to normal after sleeping together? 

“There are a lot more perks if you stick around, trust me.” Kuroo winks, and you roll your eyes at his flirtatious nature, watching him finish off his toast before beginning to get out of bed, shuffling around to pull your shirt from yesterday overhead. 

“Well, as fun as this was, I say we revert back to the day before yesterday-” 

“...don’t want to.” Your ears perk up at Kuroo’s faded mumble, not hearing him properly. 

“Hm? Speak up or I’ll dirty your comic books.”

“I don’t want to go back to how we were.” Kuroo’s voice seemed to be teetering on the edge of strained as you quirk a brow, feeling dissappointment dig into your stomach. 

“Oh.” Your smile turns wobbly. “As in...you don’t want to be friends anymore?” 

“..Exactly.” 

“...Then I guess I’ll be taking my leave.” You break the tension residing in the silence, Kuroo catching your wrist before you can dash out of his bedroom with a wet heat in your eyes. 

“That’s not what I meant.” Kuroo’s voice was oddly serious- a tone you didn’t hear that often- before tugging you into his chest into his sitting position so you were straddling his lap. His feral eyes raked over your half-clothed body, mouth beginning to nibble at the sensitive spot on your collarbone as an embarrassed sound slips your lips-

Kuroo smirks, hand trailing underneath your shirt as he feels your heartbeat at the slightest touch of your chest. 

“I want to be able to see you like this every morning, kitten- that’s what I meant before you jumped to conclusions.” 

His hand presses against the small of your back, pressing you up against him even tighter as comic books lay open and forgotten, a half-drunk coffee cup growing cooler beside them. 

“I want to lose you as my friend and keep you as my everything.” 

Terushima

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that the other side of my bed was cold?” 

“I’m surprised you’re capable of noticing things.” You hum in reply, smiling a little as you feel the spiker’s arms wrap around you from behind, Terushima’s chin resting on your shoulder as he examines what you’re doing. You poured the dark liquid from the coffee pot as you basked in the morning light, having left the blonde in bed with slightly wobbly legs. 

“This almost feels like we’re married, no?” 

“Totally.” You hadn’t meant for your words to come out that sarcastic, but you knew better. Terushima Yuuji had been a friend of yours for years, but one night of heat and mixed emotions didn’t change the fact that the spiker was the exact definition of fuckboy. 

“Y/N you’re acually gonna make me cry one day! You’re so cold.” Terushima whines, feeling at complete ease at the thought of you standing in the kitchen with a brewed coffee pot for the two of you. 

“And my coffee’s getting cold too, so you can start calling up another one of your girls in line to warm yourself up.” You reply without missing a beat, feeling Terushima tense up before relaxing again. 

“Jealous?” Terushima smirks against your shoulder, still not letting you go as you roll your eyes, smiling nonetheless. 

“To be honest you are great in bed, my friend. Kudos to the next lucky girl.” You wink, feeling Terushima’s grip on your waist loosen slightly as you finish off your coffee, the spiker spinning you around to lean into you, cornering you against the counter. 

“Go on a date with me! Coffee isn’t breakfast.” 

You stare at your friend for a solid second before shaking your head, laughing a little in disbelief. “Do you typically bring girls out on dates after you sleep together?” 

“No, not usually.” Terushima shrugs, and you laugh again before feeling his hand snake down to your waist, his hand tracing up your bare thigh as heat floods your cheeks, the spiker before you eyeing you with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Yuuji-” 

“One date.” 

You blink at the seriousness tinging his words, gasping when he lifts you up to sit you on the counter to stand between your legs, smirking when his breath hits your lips as he watches your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes. 

“Give me one date, Y/N.” 

“...Fine. Only because you’re acting is phenomenal at the moment.” You give in, kissing him deeply on the lips as Terushima’s grip on your waist tightens the slightest bit before you brush past him, humming as if nothing serious had happened. 

Terushima sighs as he hears the shower turn on, leaning his back against the counter before pouring his own cup of dark brew into the mug you had been drinking out of, a hand running through his hair as his usual bright almond eyes seemed to have darkened. 

“Acting, huh?” 

Osamu

“Y/N. You’ll sleep into the afternoon.” 

“Please let me?” You croak, shielding your eyes from the blinds Osamu had opened an hour before. 

“Nope. I have breakfast going, I laid one of my shirts out for you.” The wing spiker leans against the doorway of his bedroom, watching you wake up in a slightly confused manner as you slowly sit up, the corner of Osamu’s lip twitching at the sight. You hug the blanket to your chest embarrasedly, smiling a little bashfully. 

Osamu clears his throat, attempting to clear the awkward atmosphere. “Can you walk okay?” 

“Someone’s cocky.” You comment, taking Osamu’s shirt and pulling it over your head although it engulfed your figure. “And no, by the way- I can’t.” 

You yelp, feeling your friend’s arms tuck beneath your legs and back before picking you up as if you weighed nothing, causing your bare legs to thrash around slightly in complaint. Osamu remains indifferent, walking to the kitchen with ease. 

“You said you couldn’t walk, and I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” 

“I was actually planning to go straight home...” You trail off, sweatdropping when Osamu sits you in the chair across from his before taking his own seat. 

“You have time. Your class doesn’t start for another hour.” 

“...right.” You mumble, putting your hands together to begin the meal. The two of you eat in silence, Osamu not being very talkative to begin with- the friendship you two had fostered had been put into such a threatening position from last night’s slightly drunken decisions. Do you go about your day and pretend it didn’t happen? Address it and stop being friends? 

“-be my girlfriend.” 

You choke, the statement/question coming out of Osamu’s mouth casually muffled by his mug as the twin looks out on the morning sun as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. 

“...are you sure you aren’t confused?” You eye him directly, all shyness and awkwardness washed away as Osamu lazily meets your eyes, forking some more food into his mouth with a nod. 

“I’m sure.” 

“Look, Osamu- just because we slept together doesn’t mean you’re under any obligation-” 

Your eyes widen when Osamu had suddenly leaned forward, hand entangling in your hair to kiss the corner of your lips from across the spread on the table, sitting back and resuming to eat his rice with a shrug. 

“There was a little rice near your mouth-” 

“Are you even listening?!” You exclaim, flustered at the lazy boy’s actions as Osamu sighs before setting down his chopsticks, something he never did, before eyeing you evenly, fighting the amused smirk on his lips at how flushed you looked. He tilts his head, standing from his chair before shrugging. 

“If you don’t want to go out with me, then..” 

You panic, heart confused with mind in tow as you stand, catching the back of his fitted black shirt before he can walk away. 

“I...we can maybe...try it?” You make out in fidgety embarrassment, Osamu releasing a deep sigh that had his shoulders lifting up and down before turning to glance at you. The gray haired boy tugs you into his chest tightly by the wrist, mumbling into your ear as he watched with a satisfied look at the pink that dusted your cheeks. 

“You seriously can’t be this cute this early in the morning. I think I’m hungry for something else now.” 

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[underteez]

[ 1:33 pm ] smut. older!hongjoong x college student!f!reader.

sugar daddy x baby relationship + mentions of a sugar daddy app + dirty talking + sir kink + fingering + name calling (princess) + cum eating + meeting someone from online (please make sure to do this in a public area and never go home with them or let them come to yours!!)

when you first signed up on the app to find a sugar daddy, you expected to only find mean in the 50s or scammers that were only faking being rich to get nudes from desperate college students. 

what you didn’t expect to find was probably one of the handsomest men you’re ever seen in your life. 

kim hongjoong was a ceo of his own a company he founded when he was 20 and now 18 years later at the age of 38, his company is one of the most successful in the country. he was also one of the top bachelors in the country and every woman wanted a piece of him.

so what the hell was he doing on a sugar daddy app looking for a sugar baby?

“i have too much money and i don’t really use it on myself so why not spend it on someone else,” he told you when you first started talking. and after a little more talking, you two finally decided to meet at a cafe that was near your college. 

you really hope he wasn’t catfishing you.

you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you saw him sitting towards the back of the cafe drinking coffee while looking at his phone. oh damn was he more handsome in person than any picture you saw online. 

just as you were nearing his table, he actually looked up and immediately made eye contact with you. his smile was absolutely beautiful as he looked you up and down, his eyes staying a little longer on the skin of your legs as you decided to wear a skirt to your first meeting. 

hongjoong stood up in order to greet you after he was done checking you out before pulling out your chair for you. 

“thank you,” you say shyly and hongjoong can’t help but think how cute you are in person as compared to online. 

“of course, and thank you for meeting with me. i’m glad to see you’re not some weirdo catfish,” he teases making you laugh. 

“i mean... i can be a weirdo if you want me to,” you tease back at him and you notice a glint of something reflect his eyes and he smirks at you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“you’ll have to show how freaky you can be then.”

“maybe next time,” you say with an innocent smile and hongjoong’s smirk just grows and you can’t help but note how hot he looks in that moment. if it weren’t for you being in public you would have already jumped his bones. 

he agreed before the two of you moved onto talking about your agreement and hongjoong managed to ask a lot of questions about what you did and didn’t want to do and you honestly felt flattered. none of the guys you went out with before treated you this nicely, and you dated those assholes.

hongjoong was just going to be your sugar daddy in order to help you pay for college, not boyfriend. 

“of course you are allowed to date if you want. i’m not gonna stop you from living out your life, all i ask is that you tell me,” he says. 

“don’t worry, i don’t think i’ll be dating anytime soon,” you laugh off a little bit and hongjoong only nods as well. 

“do you have any questions you want to ask me?”

“what about sex?”

hongjoong seemed a little surprised by your question but quickly covered it up, “what about it?”

“are you wanting sex in this relationship as well?”

“only if you want it. i’m not gonna lie, miss y/n, you’re a very beautiful lady and i wouldn’t mind having sex with you, but if you don’t want that then i don’t mind that either.”

“i wouldn’t mind having sex with you, hongjoong,” you tell him immediately after he was done talking. your leg comes up to rub his as you smile at him and his smirk once again appears as his hands come to lay flat on the table. 

damn did he have nice hands, you won’t mind having them all over you. 

“i also wouldn’t mind if you held me down on your bed and railed me with that experienced cock of yours, make my pussy yours. you would like that, wouldn’t you, sir?”

hongjoong leans forward over the table a little bit before he answers, “i would like that. i would claim you on every single bed and every single flat surface that i own. i’ll make you come so many times that any young cock after me will never satisfy you.” 

“why don’t we start now?”

hongjoong was quick to lead you out of the cafe and over to his sleek black and golden trimmed bentley before ushering you in the passenger’s seat before getting in the driver’s seat. 

honestly, if it was any other time and not horny time, you probably would have appreciated hongjoong’s mansion more, but maybe next time. 

hongjoong was quick with dragging you into his living room before pushing you down onto the expensive couch before hovering on top of you as he crashed his lips to yours. his hands fondly every part of your body making you moan into his mouth. 

when you were both out of breath, hongjoong broke away to trail his lips down your neck as his one of his hands toyed with the end of your skirt. it was almost like he was waiting for you to give permission. 

“hongjoong, s-sir, please touch me,” you moaned out and he hummed in reply, lips still latched to your neck as his hand goes under your skirt and starts to play with your clothed pussy. his fingers rubbing between your folds making your underwear soaked by the second and all you can do is moan in response. 

finally, he moves your underwear to side, his fingers now coming in contact with your dripping pussy before his fingers easily slip inside of you before he begins thrusting them slowly and scissoring them every few thrust. 

“fuck, sir,” you moan out, hands coming up to run through his hair as he looks you in the eyes, watching your face contort with pleasure thanks to him. 

“does my princess like sir fingering her?”

“yes! please make me come with your fingers!” you beg as you feel your body begin to get a little hot thanks to him. 

“since my princess is being so good, i’ll let you come on my fingers, so come whenever you’re ready,” he said before leaning down to kiss you again as his fingers moved in and out at a fast pace in order to bring you to your high. 

you couldn’t help but rock your hips into his hand and clench around his fingers as you felt your orgasm growing closer. 

“mm, sir, i’m close,” you say breaking away from the kiss and notice the line of spit that connected your lips to his and you couldn’t help stick your tongue out to which he started sucking on before shoving his tongue back into your mouth. 

you finally came, you broke the kiss, head thrown back as you moaned loudly coming all over hongjoong’s fingers. hongjoong thrusted his fingers a few more times before he pulled them out and you both looked at how shiny and cum covered they were. 

hongjoong only smirked at you as he put his fingers in his mouth, licking your juices off of him before removing his fingers with a satisfied pop. 

he leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke, “next time i’ll rail you in bed so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

taglist !! @yunhofingers

[strbrymlk]

12/15/2022

long time no see! it’s been a busy few weeks. let’s recap a little

i did my recital!! it definitely didn’t go perfectly, but i would still consider it a success. i had a wonderful group of friends and family that came to support me, and i am so thankful and grateful that they were there to listen to my playing. i’m glad that i had this experience, because it prepares me for next semester, and i know what to do to make sure it’s even better than this one!

i finished my fall semester! the whole thing had me in a chokehold until about five days before the end of classes. there were only a couple of finals that i was really nervous about, but it turns out i had no reason to be scared, and i did well on all of them. still waiting for a couple of grades, but i should be ending with almost all As. (one or two A-‘s im thinking, which i will take after this hellhole of a semester).

i had my jury for the semester! (this a final for music majors where you play what you’ve been working on over the semester, to prove that you’ve improved). i did well i think, given i played my recital pieces. i didn’t do very well on the sight reading, but i’ve since been told that none of the flute players really did that well on it, so i’m feeling better about it. my teacher also said that she thinks i did really well. i’m looking forward to reading the comments from the professors about everything.

i had one final hangout with my friends before we all had to head out. it was such a nice time, and i think we all missed each other a lot. we’ve agreed that next semester should be a little easier to hang out, and i think we’re gonna input set days in the month where we dedicate time to hanging out with each other. i hope it goes through, i missed those girlies so much this semester.

it’s my boyfriend and mine’s one year anniversary today!! i can’t believe i’ve made it this far with anyone, to be honest. i think we work really well together, and i’m excited for what the next year of our relationship brings <33

anywho, that’s been it! i am staying with a friend for the next few days before we meet up with some other friends! we go to japan on the 21st, and we’re all very excited. i hope you all are doing well! if you have finals, good luck! if you’ve finished, congratulations!! it’s been rough for a lot of people, so you should be proud of yourself regardless of the outcome! stay healthy <3

[nastyatticman]

quickie on campus

Billy Lenz x gender neutral Reader

Summary - Billy can tell you’re bummed out that winter break is over, so he takes it on himself to surprise you at school.

Contains - Smut & tons of fluff. Reader is gender neutral & has a vulva. Semi public sex, dirty talk, quickie.

18+ Only

You make it about three steps out of the classroom before you’re tackled into a hug by your boyfriend.

It’s very welcome. You happily accept it, nuzzling into his fluffy hair. He smells nice and fresh, like he showered since he met you in the morning to have snacks before your second class.

Your first day back from the holiday break was supposed to be the most depressing day of the school year, and it didn’t help that your new schedule was so hectic. Luckily, Billy wasn’t on any particular schedule himself, so he could meet you just about any time. Well, except for a certain time next week when he was going to go in for a job interview. Shoot, you still needed to help him prepare for that…

He wasn’t a student, but he looked like any other twenty-something guy on campus, so he could fit in easily enough when he went to meet you.

This morning he’d hinted that he would look for the best, most discreet places on campus for you two to meet up while you had your last break between class and lab. He’d studied your schedule - even before you’d asked him - and found you had a juicy 34 minutes to fool around. Or what he called stress relief.

Now it may be something like 33 minutes, as you untangle from his hug. He presses a kiss on your cheek boldly, and holds his hand out to take your book bag. “Ready?” 

You nod, and let him take you to the place he’s found. He doesn’t specify where, just that he wants it to be a surprise… 

A couple times on the way you pass people you know and wave at each other. Mostly old classmates. Billy turns to you and when you smile and nod he waves back uneasily. 

Even though he knew you held him near and dear in your heart, Billy still felt a twinge of insecurity when he saw people you knew from school or work or well, anywhere that wasn’t the attic of the place you shared with friends during the school year. It was like they got to see another part of you, while he still had to be secret in some ways. Sure, that part of you didn’t include your whole sense of humor or what you looked like when you were desperate for a good fucking - that was all for Billy - he still felt he missed out.

You squeeze his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles, and he softens.

He takes you to an obscure part of the campus - not many people around, luckily, as the classrooms here are for a department that’s not as popular as it used to be. You can tell you’re probably really close, as he starts getting more fidgety, and the hand you were holding is now around your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

As you pass through another hallway, you see someone you know.

“Oh, hey! How was your break?” she asks. 

Billy turns to her, and then looks at you, waiting for your response. 

“Pretty good, thanks!” you answer her. You’re trying not to be rude, as you recognize her as a former classmate you’d wanted to hang out with more, but her name is on the tip of your tongue and your boyfriend is not so subtly trying to pull you with him. 

“And who’s this?” she asks. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” 

You know her tone is teasing but it still sets Billy on edge, so when he turns to you you smile and nod.

“I could introduce you?” you offer. He nods, grateful. “This is my boyfriend, Billy, and this is…”

“Robin,” she says, and puts her hand out to shake his. Thank god, you couldn’t remember her name for the life of you.

He fumbles with your bag and they switch hands, mirroring each other, before they realize they need to use their opposite hands to shake. She laughs and so does he, nervous but starting to warm up to her.

“I was just about to go to the cafe, if you wanted to come with me?” she says. “A lot of stuff happened over break for me, I have some good stories about directing my church’s Christmas pageant if you wanna hear? Not quite as good as your stories, of course, but I figured you’d have something juicy to share with me too. Speaking of, Billy can 100% join us if he wants.”

He giggles when he realizes what she just called him. Juicy. You could confirm that.

“Maybe not today,” you say finally. “I don’t have very long before my next class and we wanted to just chill, y’know? But I’ll text you and we can figure out a better time to meet?”

She looks a little disappointed but she’s pleased to be in touch. “Alright. Let me know what works for you! See you later then.”

You nod and say goodbye back, and watch her disappear down the hallway.

The coast is clear for him to take you to the spot - tucked in across from another building, there’s an entrance that opens into an area that’s completely obscured from view on all sides. Jackpot.

He sets your bag down on the floor gently, and turns to you, pinning you against the wall.

“How much time do we have?” he asks, pressing kisses up your jawline.

You check your watch. “About 21 minutes. But wait, it’ll probably be five to walk to my class, so…”

“Sixteen minutes, I can do that,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him, and set a timer on your phone just in case. He was never great at time management, and neither were you when it came to having Billy’s hands on you...

Billy peels away from you to kneel on the floor, undoing the front of your pants, and pulling them down with your underwear. 

“Billy!” you hiss softly. He was never one to wait around when it came to quickies, but still. The winter air is cold on your thighs.

“Keep watch for me, will you?” he asks as he looks up at you, rubbing your clit with one hand, while the other squeezes your ass.

You nod, the pleasure starting to set in. He’s facing towards you and the wall so you’d have to. People didn’t come by this area normally, but it was a good thing you had a long jacket on to cover up if anyone did. 

Besides, Billy’s head would block them from seeing you. Especially since he  moves closer, his tongue pressing against your clit as his fingers move down to tease your hole.

He licks and sucks your clit, as he uses two fingers to tease at opening you up for him. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to keep from letting out a moan.

He pulls back to look up at you, not letting up on you for a second as his skilled fingers rip more pleasure from you. 

“That’s right, keep quiet, sloppy little piggy,” he teases. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you. What would your little friends from church think if they saw you like this, hmm?”

It takes you a second to form a coherent response. “I - I don’t go to church with Robin, she’s just a classmate?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “But you wouldn’t want them to hear you, right? Getting all needy and fucking squirming for Billy to fuck your little hole?”

You nod frantically, proving him right. You want him so desperately you don’t realize that wasn’t what he asked. “Fuck yes, please.”

“Okay, but only because you said please,” he says with a smug smile. He stops his teasing and fills you up with one long finger, brushing against a spot in your walls that makes you nearly double over for him.

“You like that, huh?” He sees your reaction and finds that spot again, lavishing it with his attention. “Of course you do, listen to the noises your - your pretty cunt is making for me, hmm?”

You clap a hand over your mouth when you realize he’s right. You’re soaked for him, you can hear the wet squelching as he pumps his finger in and out of you, faster and faster. He continues his assault on your clit with his hot tongue, and you beg him for more.

He adds another finger to you, and the stretch makes you moan besides yourself. You think you see him look up at you, amused, as he continues licking and sucking on your clit.

You decide to tease him back, pulling your shirt up for a second to flash your chest to him - his eyes widen and he watches, his other hand still toying at your clit, as you play with your hard nipples to get yourself closer. A little moan tumbles from your lips and it’s just more encouragement for him. 

You must be such a sight like this - shirt pulled up above your chest, pants down below your knees as your boyfriend looks up at you with lust and adoration, knuckle deep in your warmth. In the haze of your pleasure you have just enough thought to check  to make sure no one is around - you can’t see or even hear anyone, luckily. 

It’s funny, Billy almost looks like he’s wearing lip gloss or something - but you don’t remember him putting any on later? And when you realize that must be his spit and your slick on his lips, it nearly does you in. 

He senses you’re close and brings his fingers down to rub at your g spot, as he leans in to lick and suck again. After a few seconds of this, he feels you clench down hard on his fingers and continues fucking you through your orgasm, until you’re whining from the overstimulation.

Finally he withdraws from your heat. He stands to his full height as your phone timer goes off, and he looks around to make sure no one is there, covering you while you make yourself decent. 

Well, first you turn the timer off - just in case anyone hears - and pull your shirt down again. Your underwear are next, and you fumble to put your pants back on when you see the tent in Billy’s pants. Once yours are on, you rub at his bulge through his clothes, cooing in his ear. 

“Sorry babe, I’ll help you with this when I get back from lab, okay?” you offer, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He mutters something and kisses you back, a moan in the back of his throat.

“You - you have to get to class, right?” he says. “I can walk you there…”

You manage to get yourselves presentable and calm down enough to get to your lab. But not before you turn to him for a goodbye hug, and lean in so that only he can hear.

“Can’t wait till I’m done so I can pay you back.”

His eyes widen as he pulls away, squeezing your hand. 

“See you later?”

“Of course.”

[sunlightbabe]

Hi there! So I just came across your kisses prompt list and so, do we just send in a request at any time? If so, I would love to see what you make of 33 and Damiano :). Also, hope you are having an awesome day!

hey hon! you can send in any request at any time, yes <3 in the future i'm sure i'll find some other prompt lists, so as long as you specify, i am more than happy to write whatever!! you're so sweet, my day has been Amazing and i hope yours was too!! xx

33) An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

With bated breath, you watch as the band takes the stage and gets ready to perform at Eurovision.

It has been quite the journey to get here. You’ve been working with the band since before they won Sanremo earlier in the year, and to watch them get this far has truly been a blessing. The lights dim and you watch from backstage as Damiano captures the world’s attention. It’s... incredible, really. There’s no other way to describe it- from day one, you knew they all had a magnetizing stage presence but to watch them tonight, so see them truly own the stage like they belong there? It’s something you can’t put into words.

You love and appreciate them all but you can’t help but follow Damiano’s every step. You know he feels pressured to do well, like their chance of winning rests on his shoulders- the bands can’t perform live, per the show’s rules, but the singers? The singers were live and expected to sing their hearts out, and so you watch as he masterfully shares the stage with each band member in turn, making sure they each get their share of air time, putting all of himself into this show.

He’s amazing and your breath catches repeatedly in your throat as he stalks the stage, eyes intense, every single action and movement aimed at capturing the audience’s attention.

The song is close to ending and you know that they’ve done it. Who else has mastered the stage like this?

Damiano falls on the stage, a perfectly practiced moved, and you can feel the ground of the arena shake as the crowd goes absolutely wild. You’re sure that the entire world is going insane after a performance like that- you feel bad for the last couple of acts, because how could you compare to that?

The show is on a schedule and after the band finishes- each of them drenched in sweat and high on adrenaline- they are ushered backstage. You stand by the sidelines, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, watching as they smile and celebrate their act. None of you will know how well it went until the end of the night, but the band feels so good about themselves that it’s contagious, and all of you are cheering and celebrating already.

They take their time, jumping up and down in their excitement, chatting with other people on the crew. From across the small space, you catch Damiano’s eye and-

It’s like the world stops.

He’s sweating, chest heaving from the performance, eye makeup smudged just a little in a way that makes him look ever more beautiful than before. Your heart swells in your chest and you watch as he makes his way over to you- as he stalks over to you, like he was doing on stage earlier, and you can do nothing but stand there and wait for him to get closer.

You don’t even have the chance to say anything before he’s cupping your face in his hands and kissing you.

His eyes fall shut while yours are comically wide, mind slowly processing what’s happening. Damiano is kissing you. You had dreamed of this moment, but you had never thought it would really happen. Yet here you were, knees weak as Damiano kisses you, mouth moving insistently against yours, and you have enough sense to kiss him back before he pulls back, forehead resting against yours.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, voice a tad deeper than usual, and all you can do is blink as he licks his lower lip, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve- It’s been a long time coming and I should have asked-”

You don’t let him finish. You claim his mouth with yours, tossing your arms over his shoulders, and you’re aware that someone is whistling behind you two, that a few people are clapping, but it’s hard to focus on anything that isn’t Damiano kissing you back, stepping closer until your back is against the wall. His tongue flicks against your mouth and you part your lips with a sigh-

“We need to get back out there,” you hear someone say behind him. Damiano moves away from you and you catch a look of annoyance on his face before he schools it into something more appropriate. 

He turns his attention to you and you feel your stomach clench in your stomach. “We’ll continue this later?” he asks you, voice soft as he nibbles on his lower lip, voice hopeful.

it takes you a moment to collect your thoughts. “Y.. yeah. Yes, of course.”

Damiano smirks, and it’s like looking at the sun, and he leans in to kiss you once more before he’s moving away entirely, following their manager and the rest of the band back to the main floor of the stadium.

You linger against the wall, bringing a hand up to your mouth, fingers lightly touching your lips.

You hear the next acts start to perform their song and it kicks you into action. You clear your throat, straighten our your clothes, and then you follow after the band, ready to see if the entirety of Europe appreciates their talent just as much as you do.

[yumeyooa]

hopelessly in love | sakusa kiyoomi

—sakusa’s got a secret: he’s a hopeless romantic; and it’s all thanks to you.

➢  pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gender neutral! reader

➢ genre: fluff | timeskip au | childhood friends to lovers au | friends to lovers au | slice of life au | rated g

➢ word count: 1.9k+

➢  warning: nothing major :>> 

➢ love letter: this was supposed to be a short timestamp but it became a full blown drabble i-- T_T. i absolutely live for the trope wherein kiyoomi is a loving soft person once he’s comfortable so i just indulged myself IM SORRY i hope y’all like it and let me know what you think <33

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Not many people know this, but Sakusa Kiyoomi is a hopeless romantic. 

It’s a secret he likes to keep to himself, afraid that if it were to fall on the ears of another, he would never be able to live it down. More so if it were the rowdy bunch he calls a team. He was sure that Atsumu, that insufferable idiot, would tease him for it every chance he got should he have known. 

Which was why he keeps it discreet, hiding his wishes and desires behind a cold facade that warranted others to believe that he was anything but hopelessly in love with the idea of romance. 

Well, everyone except for you. 

The chimes of the bell ring as Sakusa enters your quiet bookstore just ten minutes away from his home. For the longest time, Sakusa had always loved books. They allowed him to indulge in his romantic fantasies without being so overtly apparent to the prying eyes of the world. 

“Ah, Kiyoomi! Welcome back!” Like milk and honey, your voice greets him as he enters the place he had considered a paradise for the past two years. You stand up from where you sat on your desk, glasses perched atop your head as you give him a warm smile, causing a fuzzy feeling to grow in his chest. 

You and Sakusa go way back, all the way to your days as a book-loving library assistant and a covert volleyball fanatic (not that Sakusa would ever admit it, but you knew better). The two of you had been classmates all throughout your high school journey, and Sakusa considered you to be one of the closest friends he had, even to this day. After all, as time has proven, nothing between the two of you has changed. 

Sakusa greets you with a nod, although there’s still a kind glint in his eyes that makes you grin. As a man of few words, Sakusa’s emotions reigned supreme in the hidden crevices of his actions. Sometimes it’d take an expert or a long-time friend to even notice those tiny nuances. However, you had known Sakusa for years. It practically came like second nature to you at this point. 

He sets down the book he bought from his last trip-- a translated copy of The Fault in Our Stars. There’s a determined gaze in his eyes as he softly nudges the book to you, and you try to hide your desire to coo at him, waiting for him to speak with a patient smile. 

“This,” he finally says, averting his eyes. He was still embarrassed to admit he enjoyed romantic novels, even if it was in front of you. “Are there any more books like this?”

“Plot-wise? Or do you want something from the same author?” You ask curiously, already making your way around the counter to face Sakusa. He looks at you with a shy glance before mumbling “Author,” and you smile once more, gesturing to the tall player to follow you down the aisles. 

“Here you go!” You say, handing him a few fresh translated copies of Paper Towns and Looking for Alaska. “These just came in the other day. You’re pretty lucky, Kiyoomi!” 

“Thanks,” he mutters as he grabs the books from you gently, fingers hovering over the cover as his heart pumps with excitement at the thought of unwinding himself to another fantastic story. The last one had him hooked until the end, and he had broken his carefully crafted sleep schedule just to finish it. He couldn’t wait to dive into a whole new world waiting for him within the pages of these books. 

But most of all, he couldn’t wait to talk about them with you. 

With a knowing smile, you quickly usher Kiyoomi into your back office, knowing that the counter wouldn’t need you for a while. No one else would come to your store at 1 in the afternoon, except for the old lady that came by every so often, but she could wait. 

“Here,” you say as you hand Kiyoomi a warm cup of tea. “Freshly brewed, just for you!” Kiyoomi smiles, although you don’t see it as it’s hidden by his mask. He removes his mask, placing it gently into the ziplock he had brought with him before grabbing hold of the mug you had specially reserved for him and taking a sip. 

It was soothing and relaxing, just the way he liked it. He can feel his muscles relax as he leans back into his chair, sighing in bliss as he closes his eyes. “You like it that much?” You ask with a giggle, setting down a plate of cookies you had bought from the bakery across the street.

“Of course,” he replies, watching as you take a seat in front of him, taking a cookie to eat. “There’s nothing like your tea, you know that.”

Of course, you did. For the past two years, ever since you and Sakusa had rekindled your friendship and had begun to meet up regularly, you had been brewing him a cup of warm tea. It wasn’t meant to be a habit, but somehow it became that way ever since the first time Sakusa had decided to open up and rave about romance novels with you. 

You remember the first time it happened. Sakusa had dropped by for a surprise visit after the two of you bumped into each other on a trip to the supermarket earlier that day. You mentioned that you ran a bookstore, but you never expected him to show up to it. It was a pleasant surprise, one that you welcomed wholeheartedly. 

He had asked for a book recommendation, not knowing how else to reignite that connection you two had back in high school. He remembers the days where he used to escape to the library, and you’d keep him company, rambling on and on about the books you were sorting out and how much you loved them. 

Those were the most enjoyable times throughout Sakusa’s high school life, and how he wished to reclaim those memories and renew them once more now that you were adults. 

That day, you had recommended him to read Pride and Prejudice, to which Skausa initially grimaced, remembering how much he had hated the book back then when he was younger. But with your encouragement, he had decided to purchase it without giving it any thought until he finally read it on his rare day off. 

And to say he was floored would be an understatement. 

“Incredible,” he had mentioned to you, in a frenzy the next day, returning to your store like a man who had just been shown the truth of the universe. “Utterly Amazing!”

“Sakusa?” You had called back, confused at his sudden behavior. From your puzzled expression, Sakusa finally snapped out of his senses and cleared his throat, embarrassed at his sudden outburst. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, averting his gaze. “It’s fine,” you say, reassuringly gesturing him to follow you to the back office that would soon become a special hangout place for the two of you. 

“What was it you were talking about?” You ask as you prepare your first-ever cup of tea for him (the first of many). At your question, Sakusa perks up, grabbing the book he had purchased from his bag and setting it down on the table in front of him. 

“This was incredible,” he reiterates, and you turn your head to see what he was talking about, only to nod in understanding. “How does one write love in such a compelling and enchanting way? It seems too good to be true. I can’t believe I didn’t appreciate this masterpiece back in high school.”

You laugh, setting down the cup of tea. It’s the first time you’ve seen Sakusa this expressive. It reminds you of back in the day, in those few moments where you would catch him in a rave about how fantastic volleyball was as you rearranged the science books on the shelves. It was in those moments that you found the usually quiet man quite charming. 

“(Y/N)?” Sakusa asks, bringing you out of your trance. You look up at him, snapping out of your thoughts as you tilted your head in question. “You okay? You’ve been out of it for a few minutes.”

“Oh,” you giggle, realizing your mistake. “Sorry, Kiyoomi, I was just reminiscing about the past, that’s all. How did you find the book?”

“Heartbreaking.” 

You blink, caught off guard by how blunt he was before letting out a hearty laugh, to which Sakusa frowns, not quite understanding why you were laughing. “What’s so funny?” He asks, a pout settling on his lips. 

“Nothing Kiyoomi, It’s just, I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,” you say, wiping off the tears that had begun to form at the corner of your eye from too much laughter. “Continue.”

“You wouldn’t believe the number of times I cried while reading the book. How could John—whatever his name is—write something so heartbreaking and expect to get away with it?”

Your laughter rings through the room, and Sakusa can feel it tug on his heartstrings. He wasn’t one to express his thoughts out loud. But being around you just made him do it. You had this magic about you, something Sakusa couldn’t quite put his fingers on. Perhaps that was just your natural charm to draw people into your rhythm, and Sakusa wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Well, just wait till you read the other two. They’re both as equally amazing as the last one.” You say, gesturing to the books in front of Sakusa tenderly. “Are they just as heartbreaking?” He asks, already giddy with anticipation. 

“Hmm, you’ll have to read to find out.” You tease, causing another pout to form on his lips as he groans, choosing to chug down the remainder of his tea. 

The two of you continued your conversation, talking about anything and everything about your lives at the moment. Sakusa vented about their most recent game, which was a win for the team. However, he didn’t play as well as he wanted, which caused him to be benched for two sets. It was a low blow on his part, but he knew that with proper training and motivation, he could overcome it. 

“Of course you can!” You said once he was done voicing out his doubts. “You’re the Sakusa Kiyoomi I know and love. Of course, you’re going to ace it!”

Your words cause Sakusa’s heart to skip a beat, trying to process what you had just said. Did you really love him? Was it in a platonic or more romantic way? Why did you have to say that? Don’t you know how much it drives Sakusa wild?

“Thanks,” is all he says, looking down to hide the blush that was beginning to form on his cheeks. Was this what all the books were telling him about? Was he slowly but surely falling in love with you? Because if he was, then Sakusa would wholeheartedly admit that this was the best feeling in the world. 

Falling in love felt surreal. 

As he leaves your store, two new books in hand, greeting you goodbye as you wave him off, Sakusa can feel the love in him continue to grow. He makes the short trip home, yet all he can do is think of you and how much you’ve become part of his life. You had wormed your way into his heart and made yourself stay, and honestly, Sakusa didn’t mind. 

He was a hopeless romantic after all. And if this was the beginning of a life-changing love story with you by his side, then so be it. 

He would fall until you’d catch him in your arms and love him until love could be no more. And would wholeheartedly do it all over again. 

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[ringmyheart]

Dating Johan headcanons? Your Vinjin one was literal ✨gold✨ and yk so now i'm super curious about how you'd think dating Johan would be like.

Thank you!! 😭 I hope I did this well <33 also a warning, skip to where I wrote [HERE] if you’re uncomfortable w reading anything ab religion. Also I didn’t mean to offend any religion I am religious myself and didn’t specify any to avoid saying something incorrectly !

If you’re religious, he’s very VERY wary and cautious. Not of you but of the people you’re with, and it worries him a LOT

If u tell him ur hanging out with church friends he’s either insisting he comes too or asking a suspicious amount of questions of ur whereabouts and watching u from afar. He’ll probably step in on accident cuz he saw them like reach for ur shoulder or smmn and intervene cuz he thought like u were ab to get kidnapped but they were just gonna bring ur awareness to the food store around u, he’d be so on edge

He doesn’t like entering churches but if u go and u won’t negotiate on wether u can or can’t go, he’ll risk it all and come too

He’ll rough up the preacher after the service tho like “what’s your thing ???? Like what do you do.” And ask them questions completely unrelated and honestly kind of confusing to intimidate them

Like, “oh so this is all u do? U just preach?”

“Uh, yeah I love my job and am devoted. :) 👍”

“u have no other job? Nothing?”

“No...”

“R u married?”

“Yep!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“What??”

And he meant like yeah good keep ur eyes off of u his s/o or SMM but it came out off putting and frankly indiscernible 😭

While in the service he might even start to shake cuz he’s so worried if he sees AC or hears it running he’ll grab ur hand and book it cuz he thinks ur being poisoned 😭

[HERE]

Likes to share things with you, like clothes and all. U know that black jacket he always wears it’s also ALWAYS on u too

Half of it is cuz he’s stingy w money naturally so it’s like less money spent if u guys r sharing ur food and clothes and all

So ur always wearing his stuff but in return he’s always wearing urs and like even shoes. If ur taller than him and have clothes that were his size he has ur old wardrobe in his closet now as hand me downs

HE PROBABLY wraps ur shirt around his wrist as a good luck charm before fights. Before he gets into a showdown he’ll wrap it around like his arm and kiss it and say ur name or whatever and he swears if he does this tradition he cannot lose he won’t let himself

Because u don’t spend much money, u have wired earphones (nothing wrong w that ofc) HOWEVER if ur listening to music together and he runs into someone he has beef with he’ll start swinging and ur just there like 🧍🏽‍♀️ cuz the earphones r still connected and he’s fighting to the death w like sweet but psycho playing in the background

He loves physical activities to do together. If ur not active u probably will be now forcefully bc he’ll be like please and u can’t say no so now ur hiking every day

Forgets to wait up for u bc he gets rlly ahead of himself the amount of times u get lost on the trail is unbelievable and he eventually establishes the “if u lose me, HUG A TREE AND I WILL FIND YOU” rule w u and now three times a week ur hugging a tree and waiting for him to come pick u up in the middle of the woods

He’ll apologize and tries to teach u the layout but u don’t memorize it ever

Also loves biking and gets u matching bikes, likes walking the dogs w u, going on runs etc. if u cannot run he grabs ur hand and is all its okay u got this :)) like thanks for the sentiment but it doesn't help💀

DO NOT DO HOBBIES W THIS MF!!!!!!!!! If u like to dance and tell him he’ll do it with you and within two days he leagues better than you it would suck

He is so good at picking things up if u play just dance for fun he will kick ur ass and ur like bro I thought we were just playing having fun wtf 😕 and he genuinely wasn’t even trying

So if ur competitive don’t put him on the hobbies ur into cuz he will start it a beginner and be better than u within three days

He’ll feel so bad tho if he finds out u don’t like it. Like when u drew stuff he’d sit by u and draw too and when u saw he was advancing to surpass u u stopped. He thought u just grew out of it but finds u in like a closet drawing to hide from him

But he loves doing stuff ur interested in w u even if it’s something he was never into. If u like it he likes it by association

The type of boyfriend to buy you ten fruits if you say you like one.

In passing you mention liking watermelon the next day you come home there are ten on your counter and he’s like hey :DD!

Gets you a matching dog god jacket like him so u two and ur dogs r matching always

He doesn’t care if you’re wrong, he will die defending you!!! U r always in the right what do u mean the total cost is 10.00$?? What do u mean it says 10$ on the register?? They said it was 8$ u heard them

He’s pretty reserved when it comes to personal stuff and just everything in general. U will be three years into the relationship and realize u don’t know what his last name is??!!!

He’s a “I didn’t see why it was so important” mf... if u ask ab his past or occupation he’ll tell you but in a way that underplays it extremely. Because he isn’t that ready to be vulnerable and open up as well as thinking u might not care or you’ll leave him

He’s a pretty jump-y person because he had to be alert and on his toes most of the time. If you surprise him by accident by being too quiet then appearing right by him he’ll jump three feet up like a cat or sock you in the face then apologize profusely and tear up feeling horrible

He’s pretty perceptive but when caught off gaurd he gets very nervous, can’t help it

While watching tv shows or bingeing a series he will narrate everytning to u. Because he really enjoys the show and wants to make sure u understand in the fullest too and enjoy it. If he didn’t understand sometning in the beginning but then understands you HAVE to know too

“Oh my god he just shot him....”

“The dog RUNS AWAY!?”

“She said she loves him oh my gosh...”

“They’re kissing?”

Like yes Johan.... we know.... if you tell him he’ll stop but it’s like programmed in his DNA to not shut up while watching tv he can’t help it

He’ll also pause the show to turn to u and go “I KNOW HIM!!”

And ur like “rlly?? OMGG”

And he’ll go “YEAH he’s also in that other show remember :O” and u realize he does not know him recognizes him

😑😔 .

He’s not that updated on internet and how humor has progressed over the past few years so if u send him any meme over 2015 he will be so confused

Send this and he’ll text back “😅 why did you send me this?”

“Is that sonic?”

“Are these your texts with someone?”

Otherwise he’s a pretty normal texted. He uses punctuation sometimes which will throw u off gaurd cuz it will be like “I love you.” And it’s like sweet but why did he add the period?? But he doesn’t always so it’s regular

If playing sports or doing something competitive he threatens everyone in the beginning to let you win and always lets u get the score/goal/net, whatever. He pulls everyone into him prengame by their collar and is like “listen ur letting them win got that. If I see u take that ball from them....”

He’s a helicopter boyfriend he is always seeing what ur doing what ur up to how u are, etc. protective to a fault basically

Holds u back when crossing the street as if ur seven years old

I have more I could say, but I’ll inevitable write another johan relationship hcs some day again so I’ll save it for then 😅 I hope this was what I wanted! Thank you for requesting ❤️❤️