#edit: pasted this into word it's 1.4k words. again: sorry

[szollibisz]

Do you have any hcs abt how Curt and Owen "came out" to one another? (Using the term loosely cuz obviously they can't just be like "IM GAY") And also how they got together (who fell first etc etc)

Ok, so to preface this, my favourite thing about curtwen is just how many ways you can interpret their pre-canon relationship.

I try to keep their story relatively loose in my head, save for a few headcanons I very strongly believe in, because it's more fun this way.

For me, the #1 headcanon that's in all the iterations I think of, is that they hated each other at first. I think their personalities clash way too much for them to be all buddy-buddy on the first day. (Physical attraction? maybe. Was it minuscule compared to their irritation with each other? yes.)

I just think it's interesting how the two of them gradually (and begrudgingly) start to care about each other.

I think their "friendship stage" is one of my favourite parts about the whole thing. Now I refuse to believe either of those men have friends. Maybe coworkers and acquaintances, but not friends. Which is why this stage lasts so little.

As their work their way up to care for and respect each other, both of them go a little crazy about it.

It's the first time in years or even decades they felt genuine affection and maybe even trust, and both of them are extremely starved for it. So it really doesn't take much for them to fall for each other. (especially since the aforementioned physical attraction was always there and only getting stronger as they learned to tolerate each other)

I imagine, because of this, Owen was the one who fell first, and he employed his usual tactic for dealing with unwanted feelings: Being an ass and depriving himself of good things. He got more intense about his work, trying to immerse himself in it, so he'll stop thinking about Curt. He stayed up late, didn't even try to take it easy when he had a migraine, drank shit coffee and other great things.

It technically worked. He looked like shit, which in turn made Curt worried, and if Owen completely invalidated his worries the two of them would get into a fight, be mad at each other and not interact so much. Owen thought this would make him not yearn for Curt so bad (he still did, in fact, yearn for him that bad)

When Curt realized he was in love with Owen he was pretty horrified. Like listen. If someone has commitment issues it's Curt. Maybe he had a boyfriend or two during his teenage years/twenties, but they didn't end well, and since then he's been trying to keep everybody at arms length. He convinced himself Owen wasn't so bad because hey. They were just buddies (and Curt desperately needed a buddy.)

He tried to shove down and ignore his feelings, but moaning your friend's name while banging another guy may just be a little more than what you can avoid.

He never understood why Owen turned so cold suddenly, and he was terrified Owen just didn't like or trust him anymore. In turn he was also mad at him for trying to shut him out.

Their little hate renaissance could only last so long though. They were still each other's only friends and no matter what they did they kept being drawn back to each other.

This was a super long preface but. I am not normal about those two.

So. different scenarios and headcanons and whatnot

1. Either one of them somehow discovers the other is gay. This would probably mean Owen finding out about Curt, because, I wholeheartedly believe that man would leave during a mission sometimes just to get a quick fuck in. Maybe Owen finds out with evidence (fast & easy method) or he just starts strongly suspecting with his great spying and deduction skills (slow & torturous method, he'd try to convince himself he's just seeing what he wants to see) either way, the confrontation would be very uncomfortable for both of them. Curt would deny it ofc, and Owen would go through the internal battle of "tell him it's fine, you won't rat him out, but be a little homophobic about it, so maybe you can keep the only friend you have, but also be ok with the fact that he'll always be with other men and never you" or "tell him you're gay too, maybe he likes you, maybe not, and potentially risk losing your job and livelihood and everything you've ever worked for" He'd most likely end up doing the latter, surprising both Curt and himself. (He's already way more into Curt than he admits to himself) And things escalate from there.

2. Dramatic post mission (maybe a "I thought I'd never see you again" moment) This is where their friendship gets really interesting to me. For a scenario like this the months long yearning is a given, maybe even a lot of unresolved tension between the two (which would probably be resolved with violence anyways) They care very deeply about each other by now. They know each other better than anyone, and their idyllic relationship is only made into a living hell by all the pining. At this point I mean, they'd buy each other birthday gifts, go over to the other's house when they were in the same country and share way too much info over drinks. Their job is always dangerous, but even they can get scared. Maybe we're talking being crazy outnumbered, or a torture/hostage situations, or hell even a collapsing building. Point is, id either one of them thought the other (or both of them) may die, at this point they'd be impulsive enough to just say I love you or kiss the other. In the moment neither of them would care, and later on, when you'd normally talk about things like near death makeout sessions, they'd just. not. do that, because communication is for guys with better life prospects. This one has absolutely no coming-out talk in it, simply because they don't need it

3. Possibly drunk hookup Now clearly, we are talking about two of the most down bad men ever. This is one scenario, I think could also work really well when they still really hated each other. Maybe throughout their first few mission they both gathered enough evidence and sussed each other out, and after (yet another) explosive fight they might just. Alleviate the tension by not beating each other up but by. other means. They don't end up talking much about it, but it keeps happening, and wait maybe they don't even hate each other all that much. (This is the more sober option) The other one is where the "possibly drunk" comes in. If they've been friends for a while, they probably got used to working around each other and finding comfort in the other's presence. This includes little habits, inside jokes, and even (very small) physical touches. This probably wouldn't go down during a mission, it's more likely to happen at either Curt's or Owen's house, maybe during some holiday. Both of them realizing it's a pretty bad idea early on, because, without all the stress of the missions and navigating a foreign country all that's left is them and the feelings they have for each other. Owen would probably say no to drinks for the first few times, just to avoid a potentially dangerous situation, but Curt would wear him down eventually. Now, with both of them drunk and comfortable, it wouldn't take much for things to escalate. Maybe Curt forgets to take his hand off of Owen after patting him on the back, or Owen holds Curt gaze for a little too long. Either way, those two end up fucking. The next day both of them are a little horrified, but they manage to come clean about their feelings (even if it's in the most backwards and convoluted way possible)

Happy ending (or not) There's many more ways it could've happened, but I already wrote wayyyy too much I think.

In the end I don't think they'd ever have a proper conversation about homosexuality, even way into their relationship. It's something they slowly pick up on from each other. How ashamed are they, what makes them tick, what you shouldn't say etc. And then of course, since they don't communicate properly and sometimes purposefully hurt each other, they'd throw it all back in the other's face.

I'm not sure this is what you meant when you asked for hcs, but I got carried away.

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 3 - Confessions

Synopsis: Azriel is nervous about something important that he has to tell Gwyn.

Word Count: 1.4k

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This is it. This is the day. Azriel is going to confess. Finally!

He has gone through a hundred different scenarios in his head and rehearsed a thousand different speeches. All of this in the hope for the best possible ending to this conversation. He isn’t even sure whether he is prepared enough for it. Anything can go wrong. But he can do it. Right?

Some may well think that it is no big deal. But for Azriel, and since it is Gwyn, it is the biggest of deals. He has felt the blood draining from his face the moment the realisation has hit him. Since then, a sense of dread has filled him every time he has thought of telling her. They have spent a lot of time together in the past week but the fear of her reaction has taken over every single time he had thought about admitting it to her.

Even now, he is still nervous despite being, as Gwyn likes to say, older than some of the rocks that have been used to build Velaris, and having been through much worse experiences in his life. But this is Gwyn. And he won’t be able to take it if he somehow ruins the precious thing that is their relationship. A few months aren’t nearly enough. He wants to spend years with his Gwyn. Centuries during which he intends to cherish her like she deserves and build a life with her.

“You know I care about you, right?” he mumbles to himself while pacing the length of his room. “No. You know that I care a lot about you, right?”

And on and on he goes until three knocks sound at the door of his bedroom and it opens without waiting for his response.

“Hi,” Gwyn’s sweet greeting soothes him as she walks in.

Azriel prays that her good mood will not be completely ruined by the upcoming conversation. He waits until she kisses his cheek – something that she always does when they meet, even if they are simply crossing paths and going about their business two seconds later – before he takes her hands and guides her to the bed. She sits down on the edge of the mattress with no question except for the silent one visible in her eyes and furrowed brows.

“I have something important to tell you,” he starts, squeezing her hand and kneeling down in front of her.

This is it. There is no going back now that he has her full attention. He has been holding onto this for long enough anyway. She deserves to know the truth.

“Is something wrong, Az?”

Azriel brings her hands to his lips and kisses her knuckles before placing their joined hands back on her lap.

“Gwyn.”

He takes a deep breath in. And on his exhale, he looks at her in the eyes and finally lets the truth come out.

“I lost your favourite book.”

Silence follows. Azriel’s eyes scan her face in search of a reaction so that he can know whether he should start running now or if he will have the time to give her an explanation and an apology. Gwyn’s face remains blank though her body has gone quite rigid since he uttered his last word. These could truly be his last words if she suddenly pulls out a dagger.

“Which one?”

A little relief washes over him at the calmness in her tone. It is short-lived however and disappears as soon as he notices her reaction at his following response.

“The one you lent me last week.”

Her eyes widen. Azriel feels her grip tightening on his hands.

“The first edition one?”

Azriel nods while internally debating if he should launch into the explanation and apology part now or if interrupting her interrogation will upset her more. So many questions and none leaving him feeling less guilty and nervous.

“The one that I tracked across Prythian for weeks?”

He nods again.

“And that by some miracle I managed to get the author to sign?”

He gulps. And nods again.

“HOW COULD YOU?” she shouts and harshly pulls her hands away as she stands up.

“I’m sorry, Gwyn,” he pleads. “I took it with me on my last mission so I could read it. It’s only when I got back home and looked for it that I realised my mistake.”

Gwyn crosses her arms and looks down at him with all the anger a female who has lost her most treasured possession can possess. It probably won’t take long before the dagger comes out.

“How could you be so careless? This isn’t meant to go promenading with. You know how much this means to me.”

Azriel abandons all the pretty speeches and decides to just go for the truth. He grabs Gwyn’s hand again and looks up at her from where he still kneels at her feet.

“It was extremely stupid of me. I’m so sorry. I’m already doing everything I can to find you another one.”

Gwyn stomps her foot down like a petulant child. “Yes. It was stupid of you,” she grits out.

She tries to withdraw her hand again but this time he holds on. She tugs harder, trying to turn away from him. Azriel holds onto her hand firmly even as she turns her back to him.

“Please don’t stay mad at me. I will make it up to you. I love you so much and I can’t stand when you’re cross with me.”

Gwyn suddenly stops trying to free her hand from his and slowly turns towards him.

“You... What?”

“I will make it up to you,” he promises.

He will do anything to avoid that Gwyn keeps her distance from him. He knows that she will be even more stubborn about it when he is the one at fault. The last time they had an argument, Gwyn, the petty minx, has done everything she could to be in his vicinity but not actually interact with him. It has been torture watching her act as though he wasn’t there at all.

“No. Not that. You said...”

“What? Don’t stay mad at me?”

“No, you idiot,” she says with an exasperated eye roll. “You...love me?”

Azriel frowns at her in confusion. “Of course I love you,” he answers matter-of-factly.

He watches as her expression morphs from shock after the anger to what he can only describes as wonder. A smile starts to brighten her face again and Azriel swears that tears start to line her ocean eyes. It only causes his confusion to grow.

“Wha- why are you smiling? Are you not mad anymore? Is it because I lo–”

He stops. And realises that it is the very first time that this confession has come out of his mouth.

“Oh!”

“Oh?”

Gwyn’s smile turns into a smirk while Azriel tries to process what he had just said. And why he didn’t say it sooner. Hasn’t he known for a while that he loves her? Hasn’t he been thinking earlier about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her? Of course he loves her. And it has taken a stupid mistake for his mind to come to terms with what his heart already knows.

“I love you,” he whispers more to himself, as though testing the words on his tongue.

“I love you,” he says, louder, when he looks up at her.

Gwyn’s laughter prompts his own. At the first tear that rolls down her blushing cheek, Azriel stands on his feet, cups her face and kisses her as though he has been deprived of her lips for a long time. He pulls away after a while and lifts her up to twirl her around, barely avoiding that they crash into any furniture around the room.

“I love you too,” she says in between laughs after he finally allows her feet to touch the ground again. “And I forgive you for now.”

Azriel looks down at the one he is certain is the love of his life. She is it. Though right now he has no idea what he is being forgiven for.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Let's Marvin Gaye and Get It On - DCEU! Clark Kent x Reader

A/N: sorry this idea got stuck in my head and I had to let it out.

pairing: DCEU! Clark Kent x fem!reader

warnings/content: p in v, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, softdom! clark

word count: 1.4k

You and Clark spent your evening the way you spent most evenings - sitting on the couch together watching television, often you choosing to catch up on Love Island or Below Deck while Clark happily sits with you, watching the baseball game on his phone, scrolling through news stories. It’s quiet and uneventful, but it’s routine, and neither of you seemed to mind usually, but tonight, tonight was different. 

Clark had been working late the past few days on a story, writing and revising and editing, piles of discarded paper tossed about the floor of his office at home, his neat, masculine writing scratched out or scribbled over on all of them. He always preferred to handwrite his notes for a story and refer to them again as he typed the final draft - “call me old-fashioned,” he’d always said. He’d been running himself into the ground trying to finish what he was working on, and you could tell the stress was getting to him as he began to withdraw from you. He’d grown quieter, becoming less and less of a conversationalist as the week went on, the normal fiery passion behind his kisses sizzling out to just sweet, soft pecks on the cheek here and there with a hollow, emptiness to them. Not wanting Clark or your relationship to suffer further, you devised a plan. 

As your show ended, your lips curled up into a grin, eyes watching Clark’s reaction to his phone to gauge when to put your plan into motion. You could hear a commercial come on during a break in the game, the sounds of a sales pitch for beers blaring through the small speaker built into his phone. Clark huffed a sigh and set the phone down before turning to look at you. He caught a glimpse of the smirk that you were now sporting, and cocked his eyebrow in response.

“You ok, baby? You’re looking at me…differently,” He started.

You slowly straddled Clark’s hips, lowering yourself into his lap as you rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling sweetly at him. The hem of your skirt lifted up as you sat, revealing your lack of undergarments. It always seemed to turn Clark on to see you like this, a tiny skirt with no barrier between his hand and your core. He loved teasing you normally - he liked the reaction he got, watching you squirm and struggle with keeping it to yourself whenever you went out together. 

“You seem tense, sweetheart,” you purred, nodding your head as your finger traced his jawline slowly.

You watched as Clark swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. His icy blue eyes never left you as you settled yourself onto his thighs, your hands dragging their way lazily down his torso, the flannel material of his button up shirt grazing against the pads of your fingers. He stared at you with newfound intensity, watching as your hands slipped the buttons of his shirt open one at time with ease. You began slliding the material back off his shoulders slightly, just enough to expose his skin, the dark curls of hair on his chest now very clearly visible, tapering off before trailing down his stomach to the waistline of his jeans.You drifted your touch down to his belt, undoing the metal buckle slowly, dragging your actions out to see how far you could push Clark.

“Honey, you’re driving me crazy right now, you know that?” 

His voice was soft and sweet, yet a hint of dominance lingered as he spoke, his lips just barely away from your ear, his warm breath against your earlobe was enough to set your skin alight with passion, a tingling sensation overcoming you from head to toe as you tugged on his belt, freeing it from his jeans before letting the buckle clatter to the floor. You hummed as you undid his jeans, smirking at him innocently as your eyes met his. His normally cheerfully bright blue eyes had darkened, now full of lust and wanting as he watched your every move.

You got up from his lap just enough to tug his bottoms down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your eyes drifted to the sight of his cock. No matter how many times you’d seen it over the course of your relationship, you couldn’t help but be taken slightly aback by its sheer size - thicker and longer than you’d expected the first time you’d slept with him, but even now at the thousandth time seeing it, you found yourself wearing the same proud yet intimidated smirk as you took in the sight of it. You licked your lips before taking your spot back on his lap. This time however, you sat back slightly, resting your body onto his thighs to tease him. 

Clark tutted before grabbing you by the hips and swiftly pulling you on top of his lap, thrusting his hardened cock into you. His hand gripped your hair, giving it a gentle tug to bring your gaze on to him. You let out a soft gasp, caught off guard by Clark’s sudden dominance. You loved when he took charge, but it happened so infrequently that when it did occur, you were always surprised. Clark was typically, very much an equality champion when it came to sex - you both had the same level of control and say in everything, which you did appreciate, most of the time. He smirked at the sound of your gasp, leaning in to whisper into your ear, his cock remaining inside you, though his hips refusing to move an inch for you.

“You wanted to keep my cock warm for me? That’s sweet of you, honey,” He teased, his voice rasping at you as he spoke. 

“Clark, baby,” you whined, grinding your hips into his as you tried to urge him to thrust again, “Need you.”

“Need me to do what, sweetheart?” He grunted, trying to resist the urge to thrust into you, wanting to tease you a little longer. “Need you to fuck me, please?” You begged, nodding your head. Clark gave you a devilish smile as he began bucking his hips upwards into your core, his hands holding you in place by your hips as he fucked into you. You began melting into his touch, your thighs quivering as you felt him thrusting into you harder and faster with each movement. Your hands found their way onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you steadied yourself. You felt Clark growl your name into your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug.

“You like feeling me fill you up, don’t you baby?” 

A loud whine escaped your lips as you bounced up and down on Clark’s cock, feeling your muscles tense up and tighten around him. Clark let out a strangled moan, saying your name as if it was a spoken prayer, worshipping your every feature, every movement as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“Taking me so well, honey, being such a good girl, taking all of me.”

You threw your head back as you felt him thrust harder into your spot, making you see stars with every move he made, his movements becoming less calculated, less reformed, his hips stuttering as he hit his orgasm. Your muscles gripped his cock tightly, clenching onto him as he filled you, your own orgasm following suit. As you rode it out, you felt Clark give a few slow thrusts of his hips forwards. You stood up on trembling legs, feeling everything Clark had just given you drip down your leg. He smirked up at you from his seat on the couch, dragging his finger through it before shoving two thick fingers back inside of your throbbing pussy. You let out a loud, almost pornographic sounding moan as he fucked his fingers into you.

“You like that, honey? Like when I push it back into that sweet pussy of yours?” He teased before pulling his hand away.

A trembling, quivering mess, you took your seat beside Clark back, sitting down on the couch. Clark gave you a lopsided smile as he turned to face you, nodding his head. 

“I’m less stressed out now, if that was your whole plan,” he said matter-of-factly.

“How did you know?” 

“Baby, did you forget I’m a journalist? I have sources,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

[bittersweet-adagio]

just a little heads up, i’ll be posting khoi and sai’s past in writing hopefully soon like i’ve been saying! the only reason it’s taking a little while is because the power is unfortunately still out in my neighborhood. it’ll be short interactions between khoi and sai from the ages 12-15(? maybe, i haven’t really decided…) however, it will not be proofread or edited much because, again, my whole power situation is throwing me off (i have no a/c and the internet only works in my bathroom) so if anything is inconsistent or repetitive, i apologize! as of right now, it’s 1.4k words, which to me is pretty low. i’d say the finished product would be about 3-4k? if it takes much longer than i anticipated, i’m really sorry!!!

[caravelstan]

my own summer (shove it) | j.t. kiszka

authors note: hi hi hi double post??? surprise surprise lol anyways this was inspired by that edit of jake with my own summer by deftones as the audio. im still practicing with mature content so im sorry if this is rough!! as always, enjoy, feedback is appreciated, and love you <3

pairing: jake kiszka x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ CONTENT (minors DO NOT interact), fingering, dirty talk i guess??? lol

word count: 1.4k

inspiration

she’s staring up at him with wide eyes, hands laid perfectly in her lap. she doesn’t dare move even though her body is begging just to reach out and touch him, but she knows better than to go against his word, even if it sounds tempting. if she wasn’t so far gone she’d try and test him, get under his skin, but she’ll leave that for another time.

“you’ve been a good girl, hm?” jake hums while staring down at her, a smirk spreading across his lips. his hand smoothes down her hair before gripping it in between his fingers, tilting her head back roughly.

a gasp falls from her lips as she stares up at him with hooded, glossed over eyes. she hears jake groan above her and the sound makes her stomach turn in the most delicious way possible, her thighs rubbing together.

“answer me, darling.”

“yes, jake.”

he hums, a satisfied sound, and his grip tightens as he pulls her head back further, exposing her neck to him.

“such a beautiful little thing you are.” he mumbles, a smirk playing at his features at the moan she lets out. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“fuck me, hopefully.”

“uh uh. i didn’t say you could answer.” he tuts quietly and lets his hand fall from her hair, taking a step back. she has to suppress the whine that’s begging to escape, staring at him with pleading eyes. “lay back for me, baby.”

she follows his command easily, scooting further onto the bed before she’s sitting in the middle, leaning back to rest her head against the plush pillows. her eyes are on jake as he stands at the end of the bed, watching her every move. his tongue darts out to swipe at his lips and she squirms. she needs him to touch her now.

“i’ll forgive you for mouthing off this one time, but next time i won’t be so nice. understood?” she nods. a satisfied grin spreads across his lips as he climbs onto the bed, his body leaning over hers. “that’s my girl.”

she preens at his words, fingers gripping against the sheets just begging to reach out to touch him but she doesn’t. she knows better. instead she arches her back off the bed, a whine slipping past her lips in hopes to feel his body against hers.

“jake.”

“yes, baby?” he hums, fingers trailing up her bare legs.

the only thing that adorn her body was one of her oversized t-shirts and a pair of her favorite black lace panties. she knew what it would do to jake - he loved it whenever she wore this assemble. it was simple and sexy. easier for him to rid her of her clothes.

“touch me.” she breathes out.

her grip tightened against the sheets as her body shook with anticipation, jake leaning down to ghost his lips against the base of her neck. her body filled with warmth when he pressed a soft kiss against her throat, gently scraping his teeth against her skin. his fingers danced at the top of her underwear, teasingly brushing against them every so often.

“i am touching you.”

oh, that asshole.

she whines loudly, hips arching off the bed to press into his touch. “but not the way i want you to.”

she feels him smirk against her skin, lazy kisses being scattered along her neck.

“and how do you want me to touch you?”

“jake.”

he chuckles. “tell me where you want me, sweetheart.”

“everywhere.” she gasps out in response to his teeth scrapping against her skin again before gently biting down, her hips arching into his. “want you everywhere. please.”

she feels him groan against her skin and grounds his hips into hers. the feeling has her throwing her head back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as jake continues to roll his hips into hers. his hand slips in between their bodies, pressing over her clothed core and she’s whimpering beneath him. she squirms, trying to move her hips in time with his fingers, and he pushes her underwear to the side, fingers slipping past her folds easily.

“jesus, angel,” he groans against her neck, fingers swiping up and down her folds. she whines. “you’re soaking. and it’s all for me, hm?”

“all for you.” she murmurs.

she spreads her legs slightly to give him better access and squeaks when she feels him slide his pointer finger inside of her, gently pumping it in and out.

“yeah?” he pulls back from her neck to stare down at her, lips stretching into a smirk as he continues to work his finger in and out of her. “my good little slut.”

“jake.” she rasps out and moves her hips with his finger, eyes squeezing shut when he adds another.

“taking my fingers so well.” he dips his head back down to nip at the base of her throat. “like you were made for them, sweetheart.”

he presses his thumb into her clit, circling it while he quickens the pace of his fingers, hitting that one spot that had her crying out. jake had always been good with his fingers and knew exactly what to do to have her coming undone within minutes - it was insane. their first time together blew all her expectations out of the water and she knew that sex with anyone else would never compare.

the growing sensation of pleasure in the pit of her stomach doesn’t let up, her hips meeting jake’s fingers with each pump he gave. his lips attacked her neck, biting and sucking at the skin that she knew bruises would be there in the morning, but she doesn’t even care. she’ll cover them up. all she cares about now is the pressure of jake’s thumb against her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

“gonna come all over my fingers?” she can only whine in response, hips stuttering. “already making such a mess, sweetheart.”

her arms wrap around his shoulders to hold her close to him, using his fingers to chase after her own release.

“fuck, jake, gonna - fuck, fuck, fuck! gonna cum.” she pants, the pit in her stomach tightening.

he pulls back to stare down at her, eyes locked on hers. “look at you… haven’t even got my cock inside you and you’re already losing it. such a good little slut, taking whatever you can get.”

her eyes squeeze shut as his words push her closer and closer to the edge. the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of her were obscene and her face flushed out of embarrassment from how much she loved it.

“come for me.”

a high pitched moan rips itself from her chest as her body goes rigged underneath him, coming undone by his fingers. her hips move haphazardly as he continues to fuck his fingers into her, the pressure on her clit not letting up in the slightest. it’s all too much and she swears she goes a little lightheaded. her body shakes as she finally comes down from her high and she has to physically push jake’s hands away, the overstimulation becoming too much.

he swipes his fingers up her slicked folds one more time before pulling away completely and she moans loudly, body convulsing a bit at the feeling, and she watches with hooded eyes as he pops his fingers into his mouth. it’s dirty, the image of him towering over her with his fingers in his mouth, lapping up her juices. she squeezes her thighs together with a whimper.

he pulls them out of his mouth with a lewd pop!, licking at his lips before smirking down at her, his fingers barely hovering over her abdomen. she’s still trying to catch her breath and her body is still buzzing with the warmth of her high, but she’s already aching for more. she feels the slickness in-between her thighs and she reaches out for him, fingers curling around his shirt to bring him closer.

“jakey,” she whines, brushing her lips against his cheek. she rocks her hips up against his and physically vibrates at the groan he lets out, whimpering quietly when he pushes her away from him gently. “need your cock. please.”

“oh, you poor thing.” he murmurs, mainly to himself as he pulls away from her completely and lets his eyes skim over her body, the smirk on his lips only growing. “i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

[wkemeup]

for drabble night- which i am so excited for, by the way!! you're a marvelous writer and one of my top favorite bucky writers- my personal favorite trope is oblivious idiots to lovers (like the love is requited but they're just idiots)

dialogue prompt: “I’m too good for revenge.” “Well I’m not. Give me the gun.” - from anon pairing: bucky x reader word count: 1.4k warnings (provided by @jessalyn-jpeg): idiots to lovers, mutual pining, shouted love confessions, (and warnings from me ->) past torture, descriptions of blood, canon level violence, sorry I made this so dark??? a/n: guess who already broke the 1k rule!!! but hey I loved this one and Im a little sad it's a drabble and not a monster fic. it may not be idiots per say, but definitely two people who love each other who havent admitted it yet and are scared of what it means

A man withered on the ground at your feet, scrambling along the prodding edges of crumbled concrete. Crawling as blood streaked in his wake. This man – this monster – you'd been chasing for weeks was reduced to a helpless, crying mess as you towered over him. His hands shook as they shielded his face, tears streaking over his cheeks. This time, you held the power. You held the leverage. He wasn’t so scary without the table of surgical tools at his disposal – your blood stained upon his hands and a maniacal grin upon his lips.

You didn’t know his name. He was only ever ‘the Doctor’ when you spoke of him in your head. You’d only uttered the phrase once since the team rescued you from his basement two months ago and even then, it had tasted of venom. He haunted you in your sleep, followed you in the shadows of every room, drew screams as he pleased even when he could no longer touch you. Safety was not a luxury you could afford – not after what he’d done to you.

Bucky was your only reprieve. A broken man who had found the pieces of himself again – who had offered pieces of himself to you to soothe the mess you’d become with gauze and tape. It was his arms you woke in when your throat was burning raw, his voice lulling you back to sleep, his hands that had taught you peace again.

Bucky saved what his man destroyed.

“P-please,” the Doctor begged, his trembling hands reaching out for the toe of your boot – like a peasant before a king. You flinched before he could touch you. His back pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else for him to go. You flexed the gun at the end of your grip.

“You ruined me,” you spat, barely able to taste the words as they left your tongue. They did not sound like your own. “You expect me to grant you mercy?”

It only made the man sob harder. He was struggling to breathe – hyperventilating between sobs as his hands curled tight against his chest. Pathetic. Weak. Certainly not the type of man who could orchestrate the kidnapping of an avenger without help. He was sick and twisted and evil down to his bones, but he was not the mastermind behind your abduction. He was the executioner.

“D-don’t kill me,” he whimpered, bowing his forehead to the ground. “Y-you’re an Avenger. You wouldn’t.”

You had every intent to put a bullet through this man’s chest the moment you laid eyes on him again. You’d expected to be afraid, to see the surgical mask over his mouth and the cold, dead look in his eyes. You’d expected him to lunge at you with the scalpel and add to the array of scars he’d drawn upon your body. You’d expected violence from the psychopath you knew him to be.

Instead – you found this trembling, frail man who could not manage the courage to meet your eye. It was only when you were chained and drugged that he felt powerful enough to torture an Avenger. You were disappointed.

“You’re not worth my soul.” Tears welled into your eyes as you stared down the monster who had taken residency within your nightmares. “I’m too good for revenge.”

“Well, I’m not,” Bucky’s voice growled from the edge of the room. He stalked across the floor of the basement, his boots stepping over the stain of dried blood you’d left behind months earlier. His expression was cold, unemotive. The plates of his left arm whirled as he clenched his fist. “Give me the gun.”

Bucky’s hand slid over yours, the gun falling slack in your hand. You parted your lips to tell him that justice was due, that there was still more at play than just the sick mind of the man crumbled at your feet. But the safety was already unlatched and Bucky unloaded the weapon into the Doctor. Blood trailed through the cracks in the floor until they touched your boots. The echo burned into your eardrums.

You gaped, stumbling a few steps back before Bucky could slide the gun back into the holster on your hip. He raised an eyebrow, concerned, but you couldn’t find any air inside your chest. Your gaze flickered back to the Doctor as his body slumped down the wall, sinking into the pool of his own blood. It would stain into the rock amongst your own.

Your stunned stare returned to Bucky as he gently reached a hand towards you. You slapped it away. “Why-- What did you—Why would you do that?”

Bucky stilled, his eyes narrowing. He retracted his hand, genuine confusion upon his features. “Are you serious?”

“We could have brought him in, Bucky!” You threw your arms in the air, pacing over the red stain at the center of the room. “We could have interrogated him! You saw him – he clearly isn’t working alone!”

“We don’t need him, Y/n, we can—”

“He’s a pawn! He deserves a hell of a lot worse than death but we needed him, Bucky!”

“No,” Bucky snapped. His face was growing red, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle flexed beneath his stubble. “No — that monster should have been shot on sight! I don’t give a shit what he could have been useful for! He got what he deserved!”

“Dammit, Bucky! We’re right back where we started.” You pressed your hands to your eyes. Tears wiped at the edges of your palms – angry, frustrated tears. Helpless tears. A lump burned so terribly in your throat, you thought it might choke you.

“We’re not,” Bucky eased, trying to calm you though his own breathing was labored. “We killed the bastard who took you, Y/n. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt you again. It's a hell of a lot more than we had yesterday.”

“Not when the guy who’s making the calls is still out there!” you cried, shoving away his efforts to reach you, though he kept trying. “We were so close, Bucky! He would have talked!”

“You don’t know that! He could have been manipulating you!"

“He would have rolled over in a second!” you roared, fire and fury and agony coursing through your veins. “And you just—you threw that all away for—what? For revenge?!”

“For you!”

The moment the words left Bucky’s lips he held his breath. His boots carried him several steps back, putting space between you as if it might draw the words back from the air before they could touch you. The anger drained from your body, washing away in a matter of seconds. Bucky exhaled a tensed breath.

“I did it... for you,” Bucky repeated slowly, his voice dangerously quiet. “I couldn’t stand the idea of that monster living another second after what he did to you.”

You swallowed, though your throat was aired dry.

“I can hear you cry at night,” he confessed and your heart clenched. Slowly, Bucky lifted his gaze to you, blue eyes startling through the wash of tears. “I know what he did to you, Y/n. You don’t have to tell me, because I know. I know what it’s like to be stripped of your power, to be helpless. I know what that does to a person. You... You never should have had to know what that feels like, too. It would have lingered over your head, Y/n -- to have that monster in the compound with us. It would have driven you mad. So I did what I had to do. I won’t apologize for that.”

You stared at Bucky, lips parted. “Fury will be pissed.”

You didn’t know why you said that. Perhaps because you were too afraid of what Bucky was really saying – the meaning behind his actions. Why it tortured him to allow this man to live after what he did to you.

Bucky chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I suppose he will.”

Quietly, you inched closer to him, stepping over the wet bloods of crimson as it slithered along the floor. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressing to his chest. Bucky stilled for a moment, surprised, before his arms folded around you. It was warm in his embrace, safe. You listened to the gentle thumping of his heart as a hand circled sweetly over your spine.

And then, so quietly you knew only his advanced hearing could pick up, you muttered, “thank you,” against his chest.

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this is your reminder that on drabble night I'm barely reading this over after I write it instead of taking weeks to edit and draft and redraft lol so if there's mistakes or the quality is not on par, that is why

[hongcherry]

sprinkles & kisses || knj

"The café Jimin picked out was the perfect place to celebrate the holidays; however, it was also the perfect place for Namjoon to embrace his clumsy side."

🎄 Pairing: Namjoon x Reader(f)

🎄 Rating/Genres: PG-13; Fluff!!!, slice of life, established relationship

🎄 Word Count: 1.4k

🎄 Warnings: Minimal kissing, one? curse word, clumsy Namjoon

🎄 Project: Part of the 12 Days of BTS event

Prompt: Cozy café with Christmas Songs

🎄 Beta: Thank you to my friend, Panda, who helped me when I was too lazy to edit. I loved your feedback! Truly! 💜

🎄 Author's Note: I thought I'd have more time to write, but I'm still running around getting ready for Christmas. I hope you enjoy this small fic. This is my first fic for the event, so there's more to come!

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Cinnamon, chocolate, and nutmeg invaded your senses. The potent aroma was overbearing at first, but the longer you sat sandwiched between your boyfriend, Namjoon, and his friend, Seokjin, the more you grew accustomed to the scent. Your cheeks felt warm as you continued to sip your hot chocolate… Or maybe it was because Namjoon’s hand was resting upon your thigh. Either way, it was much nicer than the nose-nipping cold outside. Though, you were beginning to wish you weren’t dressed in a long-sleeve due to the warmth.

“Where did you find this place?” Hoseok questioned Jimin from the other side of the table, speaking louder than usual to be heard over the holiday music playing.

The café Jimin invited everyone to was a big hit among locals. People of all ages were seated at their own tables—smiles and laughter all around you. The waiters were dressed in their best ugly Christmas sweaters with their name badges; some wore Santa hats and others wore Christmas-related headbands. They had handed every patron one of the headwears as they seated them. You were handed a headband with two trees attached by springs while Namjoon was given a headband with reindeer antlers with hanging bells.

“From the Internet,” Jimin answered with a shrug as he adjusted his snowman headband, a smile on his lips. “I was searching for something fun we could all do.”

“This is definitely a repeat for next year,” Taehyung chimed in as he watched a waiter walk past with finger food and a bag filled with mini canvases and paint supplies. You could see the excitement in his eyes.

The café was unlike any other. It was hosting its annual crafting week that allowed customers to dine while doing a selected craft. The crafts ranged from building miniature gingerbread houses to papercrafts. You imagined this was what Santa’s workshop looked like. Give or take a few scurrying elves.

The hand on your thigh tightened, making you turn to face Namjoon.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, gently rubbing your leg as he waited for your reply. You leaned in closer, not quite being able to hear him over the loudness of the other customers. Namjoon followed your lead, coming closer to talk near your ear. However, he was stopped suddenly when one of his antlers hit the side of your head.

“Shit sorry!” He exclaimed and jerked back, swatting at his headband as if to punish it for hitting you. You laughed at his reaction and fixed your headband that had become crooked.

“It’s fine, Joonie,” you reassured. “What did you say?”

Namjoon got closer slowly; his eyes flickering to his headband constantly to make sure he wouldn’t hit you this time. When he was close enough, he asked his question again.

“Are you okay? I just wanted to make sure you’re not feeling uncomfortable.”

Your shoulders relaxed, not that you knew they were tense in the first place, and nodded. You had been around his friends before, but it was rare to be all together since everyone’s schedule rarely aligned. Plus, they were closer to Namjoon than to you. You were grateful he was thinking of your comfort.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You wondered back, but he ignored your question.

“Are you sure, baby? We can g-”

“I’m having fun,” you said. “Really,” you added with a smile when you saw the hesitancy in his eyes. He stared at you a few seconds longer before he pulled back, leaving his hand on your thigh.

Three minutes later and the waiters were setting down everyone’s selected craft. You and Namjoon had decided to decorate cookies while the others did painting, paper crafts, or jewelry making.

It was easy to fall into a rhythm with Namjoon. Despite only being together for five months, you were quickly learning his habits. For instance, you knew if you didn’t move the bag of frosting to his right, it would fall to the floor soon. Namjoon smiled sheepishly at you when you moved it and shifted his supplies farther from the edge.

You watched as Namjoon began to frost his tree-shaped cookie. He moved slowly as he tried to get the details perfect. It was endearing to see him bent over, face close to the cookie with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. For someone who was built largely, he sure knew how to look so small at times.

“It looks good,” you said when he paused to examine his work. He glanced at you before peering at his cookie.

“You’re just saying that,” he sighed and set down his piping bag. You shook your head.

“No, I’m not. I like the way you used a dotting technique to make the shape of the tree,” you gestured at his cookie.

“Yeah?” He asked, sounding more confident. You smiled and moved closer to him; your gaze was glued to the way his eyes softened as he criticized his decorations less.

“Yes.”

Namjoon turned to you, heart jumping when he caught you staring at him rather than his cookie.

“Are you going to add anything else to it?” You questioned as you felt one of Namjoon’s hands rest on your lower back.

“Maybe,” he said, not bothering to divert his focus from you. “What should I add?”

“I think some sprinkles would look nice on it,” you replied. Namjoon smiled, dimples competing for your attention.

“I’ll only do that on one condition,” he hummed and leaned closer to your face. You raised your eyebrows, eyes glancing down at his lips when he came near.

“And that is?”

Namjoon opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Jungkook.

“This is a family-friendly event, you lovebirds!”

Namjoon pulled away from you, face slightly flustered at being called out.

“We weren’t doing anything,” he argued. “We were discussing what else to add to my tree.”

Jimin snickered at his answer but kept working on stringing beads to his makeshift bracelet.

Jungkook didn’t seem convinced. “You could’ve gotten our opinions, too.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I would’ve gotten silly responses from you guys. My girlfriend gave a good suggestion.”

“Which was?” Yoongi pondered.

“Sprinkles,” Namjoon answered shyly, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

“I think some of these would look better,” Seokjin suggested and held up a pack of mini ornaments, which were not edible.

Everyone laughed at his reply, but you knew he was being serious. Namjoon huffed and shook his head.

“See! Sprinkles are more reasonable,” Namjoon said.

“They are,” Jungkook agreed. “But the ornaments are more fun.”

Seokjin turned to Jungkook, gave him a wink with a finger gun, then turned back to Namjoon. Namjoon smiled at his antics and turned to you when everyone got back to their own tasks.

“You're still coming back with me, right?” Namjoon asked quietly so the others couldn’t hear, but loud enough for you. You nodded with a smile, causing Namjoon to return his own grin.

“Okay, good,” he said. He leaned in, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before any of his friends could complain again. You chased after his lips, whining silently when he pulled away too soon for your liking. Namjoon chuckled, granting you another kiss. He lingered a second longer before picking up the bottle of sprinkles.

“Later,” he promised when he saw the subtle dip in your lips. He gave your back a reassuring rub then moved to open the bottle. You picked up one of your piping bags and were starting to decorate your bell-shaped cookie when the sound of something—a lot of somethings—clattered to the floor. Everyone turned their heads to the sound. Namjoon sat frozen in his seat with his mouth ajar. One hand held the now half-empty sprinkles bottle while the other held the lid of said bottle. Looking down, you saw sprinkles rolling around the floor. Some of the sprinkles were still falling as many had also landed on Namjoon’s pants and were sliding off.

“You could say he sprinkled his pants,” Seokjin said as he watched, not surprised, at Namjoon’s mess. Following Seokjin’s joke was a chorus of chuckles and sighs from everyone at the table. Namjoon’s shoulders slouched as he peered at you bashfully. Unbothered, you simply smiled at him and gave him a soft kiss. You grabbed the bottle and cap from his grip, assembled it back together, then started helping him pick up the fallen sprinkles.

Thank you for reading!

[ragingbookdragon]

I Won't Wait For The Day When You Look Back And Say That You Need Me And Love Me The Same

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: Galleons' new album has put me in a mood y'all. Enjoy my angst! -Thorne

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The nights in Coast City were fairly cool compared to the days. Bright stars spread across a blanket of black, the scent of sea salt in the air, the sound of waves crashing the shore. The beach had always been one of their favorite places to hang out when they weren’t on an airstrip or at a bar. It was always the place she could see Hal for the man he really was, not the smart-ass, arrogant pilot. No, Hal was calm, soft words and stories coming from his lips, love for his friends and work.

It’s what she loved about Hal. All the years they’d been friends since they were kids, more often getting in trouble because once Hal started skipping out on school to watch his dad fly, so did she. She remembered getting scolded by her mother one afternoon, and the next morning she and Hal were hauling down the street past the school to the airfield, waving at Martin’s jet like he was waving back at them.

Of course, when Martin died, so did a part of Hal. He stopped eating for a few months, too sick to keep food down. He didn’t cry though. Just stared blankly at his lunch pail while everyone else ate their lunches. She found herself glued to Hal’s side during that time, simply resting her head on his shoulder while she ate her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, always offering Hal a bite; he merely shook his head.

And then one day it all changed. They got older, Hal jerked awake from his stupor, restored with a vigor that rivaled a nuclear power plant. He talked about joining the Air Force, becoming a pilot, flying all the time. From what he sometimes said, his mother wasn’t happy about it, forbade him even, but he wouldn’t be dissuaded. Hal had once taken her hands in his own, her ignoring how warm they were and the fluttering in her chest as he begged her to support him. She smiled and hugged Hal, promising to always support him.

She’d been there when he left for boot-camp, was there when he graduated, there when he was discharged and went into the civilian sector working at Ferris Aircraft. And she was there when he became Green Lantern. Was there when Coast City was destroyed—she’d gone to Gotham to visit her sister the day before, pure luck. She was there when Hal regained himself, forcing himself so hard to regain the trust of his fellow Lanterns. She stood beside Hal with heart overflowing with love for the man, always offering it to him in the guise of support and firm words.

He’d come back from a mission, shown up at her doorstep and offered to buy her dinner if she came with him and listened to him complain about his week as a Space Ranger. She’d merely laughed and grabbed her coat, letting him lead them to diner on the boardwalk and then to the pier where they stood, overlooking the water and the moon above.

“What’s it like up there, Hallie?” she asked, adjusting her grip on her purse. “Being in space…flying past the stars?”

Hal chuckled. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. All the childhood wonder of wanting to sail the stars coming alive.” He glanced at her. “You ever wanted to fly up there, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.” She nudged him in the ribs. “Gotta let me borrow the ring one day and lemme try it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Aww, why not?”

“Because knowing you, you’d blow something up.”

(Y/N) scowled. “Rude.”

“Truthful,” Hal grinned, and she shook her head, a smile coming over her lips. “Are you going to take that job in Gotham?”

She shrugged, sighing, “I don’t know…never really wanted to leave Coast City…and Gotham’s insurance is sky-high.” (Y/N) looked at him. “I guess I’m just waiting to see if there’s a good reason to stay.”

“You mean you’re waiting for the dramatic love declaration as you’re getting on the plane?”

“Something like that,” she answered, and they laughed; (Y/N) glanced at the purse in her hands. “Something like that,” she murmured again, and he leaned forward.

“What’d you say?”

She dug around in her purse then yanked something out, about the size of her hand; she handed it to him, watching him flip it over in his palm, recognition flashing across his face as he said, “This is one of the limited edition patches my dad bought…I gave you mine when you weren’t able to get one in time.” Hal looked at her. “You still have this?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I carry it everywhere I go. It’s my lucky charm.”

“Do you really?” he asked, wonder in his voice and she nodded again.

“Yeah. Always.”

“Why?” he laughed. “I figured it’d be stuffed in a box somewhere.”

(Y/N) blinked, trailing a finger up the side of the stitching, letting the feelings she always hid finally come out. “I keep it with me because it reminds me of the man I love.” She gazed at him as his eyes widened, jaw dropping. “I look at it when I need help. I wonder what would Hal do, then do the craziest, ballsy thing instead of playing safe.”

She brushed her fingers against his. “Truth is, Hal, I am waiting for a good reason to stay in Coast City…and I want that reason to be you.” (Y/N) smiled at him. “Hal, you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, and you’re always the last thing I think about before I go to bed.” His hand was so warm. “We’ve been friends a long time and I think if we both took the step…we can be more.”

(Y/N) took a step closer. “So? Do you wanna give it a shot? You and me?”

Hal had recovered a few moments before, mouth drawn in a line, eyes soft and kind, prompting her to believe her greatest wish was going to be granted—all those lucky nights wishing on a shooting star.

Then he opened his mouth and what came out left her feeling numb, fingers dead where they touched his. “(Y/N), I don’t know what to say…”

“Good unknown or bad unknown?” she offered, and he shook his head.

“I just…I don’t know.” He sighed. “I need time to think this over.”

(Y/N) tried not to let the hurt show on her face, instead masking it with understanding, leveling her voice as she agreed, “Of course…but I have to ask, do you know how long it’ll be until you have an answer?”

Hal inhaled. “I’m not sure.” Gently, he placed the patch back in her hand. “Here. You take this back, I—” his ring flashed, causing them to both look down at it and he sighed.

“Go,” she said. “You’re needed.”

He nodded. “Right.” Hal’s suit flashed over his body, and he rose into the sky. “See you around, (Y/N).”

“You too, Hal,” she answered quietly, knowing that the tone of his voice meant she wasn’t going to see him around for a while. She watched him fly into the distance, then she sat down on the pier and pulled out her phone, shooting the CEO in Gotham a quick text. I’ll take the job.

***A Week Later***

“Hey, Jordan!” someone shouted, and he looked up. “You’ve got a package!” they snickered. “It looks like it’s from one of your lady loves.”

With furrowed brows and a huffed laugh, he walked over and swiped the neatly wrapped green box from the other pilot’s hands, taking a seat in one of the lobby chairs before undoing the bow. He pulled the top off the box and shoved the tissue paper out of the way, surprise etching across his face as he saw the blue and gray patch resting on the delicate paper.

Hal pulled it out, catching sight of something beneath it, a small index card; he recognized her handwriting, taking it in his hand as he silently read,

I don’t think my good reason is here in Coast City. Maybe I’ll find it in Gotham instead. I took the job at Wayne Enterprises. I’m sorry for not saying goodbye, but something told me to leave this behind—you’ll need it in the coming future more than I will. Good luck, Hal, and please, be careful.

Love always,

(Y/N) (L/N)

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Jisung (ft best friend!Jeongin and Minho)

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Jisung finds both you and your rainbow sneakers adorable but doesn't know how to ask you out.

Prompt: Fluff - 3. I like your rainbow shoes

Warnings: -

A/n: this was very roughly edited but I wanted to post it before I forget lol

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“I like your rainbow shoes,” Jisung chuckles the moment you step into the dorm. You look up at him before down at the rainbow painted sneakers that you were in the process of taking off, cheeks reddening as you stare at them. “Oh! No, I didn’t mean to fluster you or anything, I just thought they looked cute.” He clears his throat awkwardly, suddenly feeling guilty about accidentally embarrassing you.

“I just wasn’t expecting anyone to really notice it, but thank you,” you quickly reassure him as you place them on the shoe rack by the front door.

“Jeongin mentioned that you were coming over. He didn’t mention what time. If I had known, I would’ve actually put on something less messy.” His hands gesture to his outfit that just screams ‘lazy day in’ with the basketball shorts and the oversized white T-shirt with a cartoon cat printed on the front of it.

“I’m only here for a moment. He promised that we’d actually get to hang out today since you guys have been so busy with work and all,” you laugh awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you and your weight shifting between your feet when you realise that Jisung’s blocking the main entrance into the dorm. You can’t actually get in unless he moves, which leaves you just standing with your lips pursed into a straight line while you stare at him.

“Oh! Jeez, sorry,” Jisung quickly moves out of the way, his face blushing madly. “I-I uhm..”

You take a few steps past him, “it’s okay. I didn’t really know how to say it either.”

“(Y/n)!” You turn just in time to catch Minho as he crashes into you, surprising you from the impact and bringing you to the ground with him when he just decides to fall. You fall onto the ground with a groan, the dancer barely making an effort to even get off of you while you try to squirm your way out from underneath him. “You’re here! We haven’t seen you in so long!” he exclaims when he lifts himself up.

“Blame Jeongin for not inviting me over more often,” you quip. Jisung extends his hand towards you to help you up. “Thanks, Ji,” you hum, hands brushing over your clothes while he helps Minho up as well.

“We’ve already said that you’re free to come over anytime you want. You have all of our number. You're our friend now, too,” Jisung reminds you. Your hands pause for a moment when you remember that you do, in fact, have all of their numbers because Hyunjin insisted on bringing you into their group chat after your best friend had introduced you to them a few months back.

“That… that is something that I forgot,” you sheepishly admit.

“You should come over whenever we have movie nights. We usually just order food and watch whatever we feel like because Changbin hyung lets us use his Netflix.” Jisung’s offer makes you tempted. You’ve always wanted to spend more time with them, but since you were Jeongin’s friend first, it feels intrusive for you to be in their space.

“Where is Jeongin anyway?” Minho questions when he realises that Jeongin still hasn’t left his bedroom.

“He said to just let myself in around now,” you mutter as you look at your watch to check the time.

“I’ll go look for him.” The older male leaves you with Jisung while he heads in the direction of Jeongin’s bedroom.

“What were you guys planning on doing?” Jisung asks once Minho’s gone.

“Jeongin wants to try out this new café a few minutes from here. He said they have really cute cakes that he’s pretty much dying to try out,” you explain.

“Ah.” He’s pretty sure he’s heard the maknae mentioning it a couple of times before, but no one in the group was too keen on wanting to check out the new café since Jeongin’s food standards were essentially “if edible, then eat”. Another thought pops into Jisung’s head that has him turning to you, “are you guys going to the arcade? Minho hyung and I were planning on going there later.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “We haven’t been to the arcade in ages with how busy Innie’s gotten, but maybe we’ll meet you guys there after we’re done at—”

“I’m up! I’m up!” Jeongin’s whines cut you off and the two of you turn to the distressed voice of the man to see Minho dragging him out of the bedroom.

“(Y/n)’s already waiting for you,” Minho scolds when he stops right in front of you and Jisung.

“I was just taking a small nap,” he grumbles before turning to you. “I swear, they like you more than they like me.”

“(Y/n) actually likes us back, so…” Jisung snorts, earning a cheeky giggle from Minho and a glare from Jeongin.

“Were you waiting long? I accidentally fell asleep while scrolling through my Instagram.”

���Not at all,” you shake your head with a reassuring smile on your face. “I was just talking to Jisung about how he and Minho might be going to the arcade later so we can meet up with them there after lunch.”

“We’re going to the arca—Oof!” Minho’s rudely interrupted by Jisung’s elbow digging into his stomach to stop him from talking and he immediately catches on. “O-Oh, yeah, Ji and I were planning on heading to the arcade,” he wheezes out while holding onto his now aching stomach.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Jeongin pouts. “If I had known, then I would have invited you guys out for lunch with (Y/n) and I.”

“Decided it just now,” Jisung hastily says. “Don’t worry. We weren’t really planning on leaving until like an hour or two from now.” The younger man eyes him skeptically before turning to you.

“Sungie hyung is weird,” he mutters as he takes a step closer to you. “Let’s go before the café gets full.” You nod and turn to follow him out. Jisung and Minho watch as you do, waving when you turn around to wave them goodbye before leaving the dorms.

“Is that really your way of asking (Y/n) out?” Minho snorts once you’re out of ear-shot and the door’s closed.

“Well, can’t exactly do that when you’re tackling them to the ground, now, can I?” Jisung scowls as he turns to look at him.

“Maybe next time just text them and go ‘hey, let’s grab some lunch together’ or something. Like you said, they’re not just friends with Yeni anymore.” Minho thinks it’s comical how Jisung has been trying to ask you out for months but keeps bailing at the last minute.

“I’ll figure it out eventually,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s not that easy. What if they don’t want to go out with me? I’ll just end up—” Jisung almost chomps on his tongue when the front door swings open and you’re rushing back in.

“Have you guys seen my house keys? I think they may have dropped out when Minho crashed into me,” you ask as you look around on the ground. Minho looks down at his feet and immediately notices the sleeping Kirby keychain that’s clipped together with a Shiba Inu keychain and a set of keys. He picks it up and extends it towards you. “Ah, thank you,” you let out a sigh of relief as you took it from him. Minho takes a step back and pretty much shoves Jisung in your direction, stopping you from leaving the dorms out of surprise.

“Jisung here has something to ask you, right Ji?” He gives the rapper another nudge and Jisung’s scowling at him while he turns to look at you.

“I-uhm…” he clears his throat, struggling to actually get the words to leave his mouth. It’s funny how he struggles with words when he writes lyrics for a living.

“Yes, Ji?” Your voice coaxes him to continue and he’s clearing his throat once again.

“W-Would you like to grab lunch? Sometime? With me?” Once Jisung’s managed to force the words out of his mouth, he’s squeezing his eyes shut tight out of both embarrassment and the fear of your reaction. Your voice, though, makes him open his eyes once again because you’re chuckling softly.

“I would love to.” Jisung feels his entire body lighting up. “Just text me when and where because if I leave Jeongin waiting any longer, he’s going to have my head.”

“Sure!” he blurts out, head nodding ecstatically. “We can—uhm—I’ll just send you the details.”

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later,” you wave as you turn towards the front door.

“Later…?” Jisung trails off softly before it clicks in his mind. “Oh! Right! Later, yeah. We’ll see you at the arcade.” His nervousness makes you smile as you leave, not without muttering a ‘cute’ under your breath that makes Jisung’s entire face burn up while Minho stifles a laugh.

[dummysmile]

Leaving - Hwang Hyunjin

MASTER LIST

Summary - You’re in a toxic relationship with Hyunjin and he wants to leave you.  

SMUT! (16+) 

Word count: 1.4k 

Trigger warning - Edited: 8/21 Toxic ASF, Dom! Hyunjin, Domestic violence, and Breath play. Also Hyunjin is not an Idol.  

Stress, it was all you ever felt lately. 

Your assistant, who also happened to be your boyfriend, was the source. He stayed home due to a “stomach bug”. This left you to have to manage things by yourself. You hate taking responsibility.  This all happened because things may have gotten out of hand when the deadline for marketing strategies were too close. One minute you were writing and the next thing you knew, your fist was gliding across his sweet and already puffy cheek leaving a nasty bruise. 

You were just arriving home when you saw Hyunjin quickly close the door. You basically power walked to the door. Thinking about how suspicious it was that he closed the door just as you pulled up. “Hyunjin?” You called out entering the house. You saw him cowering in a corner behind the front door. In his head, he was hoping and praying you didn't see the suitcase. “Hyunjin, what's the matter?” You asked, stalking up to him. it was similar to lion stalking a gazelle in a long field of grass. The blonde avoided your gaze. Nevertheless, he still felt the burning sensation clash against his milk skin. “Nothing, I was going to...clean out the closet.” He stammered, looking around. You watched his body tremble as he walked over to the black case. He began violently kicking the wheel. “The wheel is broken, You see, I was taking it to the trash” He gulped, stepping back to the corner.”See the broken wheel? You see it, right? Tell me you see it!” Hyunjin pleaded, as you made agonizingly slow gazes to him and the suit cases. “Please don't.” He whimpered, softly throwing his head into the corner. You stared at him. “The wheel sure is broken, but I’m curious.” You chuckled, “As to why the fuck the shirt I bought you last week in there?” You stated more than asked, walking towards him. 

“Y-y/n, I don't know.” He whispered, holding your hands in his. “I probably thought it was a different shirt, you know how I can be-.” He started, but he was cut short with a slap that echoed through the room. “Don't lie to me!” You roared, bringing your hand down on his cheek again. Hyunjins hand instantly went to cradle the stinging on his face. “I’m sorry.” He cried, sinking to the ground latching on to his knees. He stared at the ground wondering how he let you take over his life. He expected you to have some angry outburst, but you instead crouched down on the floor with a deep sigh. 

“Hyunjin, you know I love you?” You asked, pulling him into you. “Why are you so closed off, don't you love me?” You went on. You felt the hot tears melting into your skin. It made you feel bad knowing you made him cry. You held on to him, pulling him on the ground to lay with you. You laid in silence. You both thought about memories of the past, the sweet romance that started as an office love. “I want to leave.” He whispered. It was so quiet, his said words missed your ears. “What?” You asked, as he sat up. “I want to leave you.” He said slightly louder. His hand swirled in your hair, looking away from you. The tears still falling down his face. “I know.” You sighed, making him look at you. 

“I just love you too much.” He stated, kissing your lips. 

You didn't hesitate to kiss back since it wasn’t often that you two would ever kiss. His soft lips didn't go with any of his movements as his hands traveled down the curves of your body. He kissed your cheeks before biting them awfully hard and then traveling back to your lips. “I really missed this Y/n.” He sighed. “You...cowering at my touch.” He purred, unbuttoning your dress shirt. “This skirt is staying on, you look too good in it.” Hyunjin said. As embarrassing as it was, you could cum at the feeling of his hands running up your thighs. He held himself up to be face level with you before giving you a smile. His hands traveled over your belly button before he reached under your skirt yanking away your panties. “Damn, these were my favorites.” He lowly chuckled, tossing them at the suitcase. 

His long fingers created shapes along you clit causing you to release sharp moans. His middle finger glided across the pool of wetness. Hyunjin watched you with pure wickedness, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He watched you get embarrassed over his vulgar action. Smirking, he brought his hand back down to your throbbing hole. He went at a strong and fast pace making you scream out. Your back nearly snapped from the arching you were dong.  “Say ahh for me.” Hyunjin mumbled in ecstasy. Since his pleasure came from your pleasure, you could see the wet spot growing faintly. You opened up your mouth as he instructed. He jammed his fingers against your throat making gag deeply. He bent down wrapping his tongue around yours tasting you. replacing his tongue with his finger. You immediate reaction was to suck on his digits. “Are you ready to take this dick?” He asked in your ear. Hurriedly, you shook your head up and down. “Yes, please, I want you so bad.” You pleaded over his long digits. Your saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. “Look at you, begging like the cock slut you used to be.” He teased, pulling off his clothes. His movements were slow and seductive, winking at you as begged with your eyes for him to hurry. “Stop moving so slow.” You whined. He sucked on his teeth nodding. 

He took his position with your hands interlocked with his. Hyunjin slowly pushed into your pussy. You both gasped at the sensation. It turned you both on even more. “Gosh, you fit me like a glove.” He moaned. He kept a steady pace as your walls reacted to everything and every once in a while twitched. You stared at him in awe, wondering why it was hard for you to find something to say. So deep in the pleasure you didn't notice that he began to cry. 

His palm struck against your face. “Ow, Hyunjin, what the hell is your problem.” You barked. “You don't scare me.” He chuckled, as his thrusts got faster. He lifted your right leg over his shoulder. Bringing another slap to you. You felt the stinging in your face. Letting out a pained groan. His painful slaps left you regretfully wondering if it felt like that when you were the slapper. “Take it.” He demanded slamming into you repeatedly. “You. Better. Take. It. Bitch.” He boomed with every slap and thrust. “Hyunjin, slow down.” You moaned, afraid you’d make a giant mess. “Fuck you Y/n.” He moaned slowing down. “You hurt me.” He moaned, throwing his head back. “I know, I’m sorry.” You moaned out gripping his hands. “You're never sorry.” He snarled, placing his giant hand over your mouth and nose. “I could kill you right now. I’m so fucking powerful.” He moaned. With Hyunjin holding your mouth and nose you could feel the pure euphoria. “That’s how I feel about this relationship.” He said letting go of your mouth and nose.

“Strangled, but happy.” He smiled

For the next few moments there was nothing but skin slapping, moaning, other lewd sounds. “Hyunjin I-I feel it.” You moaned. “I feel it too.” He groaned kissing you on the lip. His hips buckled as he rolled his dick inside you. You felt the orgasm wash over you and all the stress you’d been feeling wiped away. Not too long after Hyunjin came on your skirt. You didn't even care that he did. 

“You can leave if you really want to.” You pout rolling towards the wall. “This is pathetic. You’re on the floor trying to get me to stay with your manipulative ass.” He gasped, standing up to put his clothes on. “I’ll go to anger management and we can do something.” You suggested sadly. You were still staring at the wall. “You’re gonna keep going?” Hyunjin asked in shock. “Please stay with me.” You begged looking at him. “Please, let me go.” He whispered  laying on the floor to hold you. “I can’t.” You cried, “I love you.” You shouted making eye contact.

“I want to leave.” He said boldly. “I know, baby.” You whimpered. 

“I know.” You bawled, holding him. 

[witch-and-a-half]

a nap on the train

there’s a bit towards the end where we switch perspectives kind of and i really hope its not confusing! (if it is, lmk and i can edit it so it’s a bit more obvious that we are in their thoughts)

notes: george x reader, fluff, no specific house/year/etc, kissing!

words: 1.4k

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Just like always, [y/n] had packed for school at the very last minute and stayed up until near dawn making sure everything she needed was in her trunk. That’s why, as she watched the landscape speed past the window of the Hogwarts Express, her eyelids began to grow heavy. The lulling motion of the train and the warmth of George’s body next to hers only made her sleepier.

“You alright?” George asked when he realized she’d grown quiet.

[y/n] sighed and leaned her head on George’s shoulder, “Just tired is all.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder so her head rested comfortably on his chest. [y/n] didn’t think much of the gesture—she’d fallen asleep on both of the twins before after late nights in the Common Room—but she was grateful for the accommodation.

Lee and the twins were chatting about Quidditch… or maybe their summer antics? [y/n] wasn’t really listening anymore. She was too exhausted and too comfortable to care that she was missing out on the conversation. George lowered his voice when he realized she was dozing off, but she could still feel the gentle rumble of his voice through his school sweater.

~ ~ ~

[y/n] was pulled from her sleep when Fred unpackaged the sandwich Molly had packed him as a snack. The unfamiliar sound of the paper rustling drew her slowly back into consciousness, but she stayed still and kept her eyes closed. Hopefully, she could fall back to sleep.

“Merlin George,” [y/n] heard Fred say through his sandwich-stuffed mouth, “When are you going to tell [y/n] you fancy her?”

That perked [y/n]’s half-asleep ears. She felt George stiffen at his brother’s words, but she remained entirely still, hoping to listen in on their conversation.

“Shush! She’s right here,” George whispered angrily.

“Oh come on, she’s fast asleep,” Lee whispered back, “and on your chest, I might add.”

[y/n] fought back a smile. Honestly, she was a bit proud to be fooling the biggest jokers at school.

“You are being pretty obvious, Georgie. I’m beginning to feel a bit embarrassed for you,” Fred said. [y/n] imagined he had one eyebrow raised in that all-knowing way he sometimes did; like the time she’d pranked Lee and he was the only one who’d figured out she’d done it.

She imagined George squinting his eyes a bit when he said, “I am not. And it’s really none of your business if I tell her.”

Fred’s voice sounded benevolent, “Okay fine. She’s gonna find out some way or another.”

Again, [y/n] struggled to keep herself from grinning. For a moment, she considered opening her eyes and winking at Fred, but she wasn’t sure if she trusted him to keep quiet.

The boys moved on to other topics and, despite the nervous pounding in her chest, [y/n] let herself fall back to sleep.

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[y/n] awoke when she felt the train had stopped moving. She sat up groggily and George took his arm from around her shoulder. Nudging her, he whispered, “We’re here, sleepyhead.”

Fred and Lee made a few playful comments about [y/n]’s nap as the group gathered their things. George reached up to pull down his and [y/n]’s luggage from the rack above their seats. He gave her a soft smile as he handed her the trunk, and she hoped he didn’t notice the shy way she looked away from his gaze. They followed Fred and Lee out of the compartment, but, when she was sure no one was looking, she tossed one of her rings onto the ground below their seats.

Once they had reached the door of the train, [y/n] gasped as though she’d just realized something. “I’m missing my ring. George, would you come back to our compartment with me to find it?”

As George nodded, he thought he saw a glimmer of mischief in [y/n]’s eyes, but Fred spoke before he could be sure.

“Blimey [y/n], we’ll be late for dinner.”

“I’m sorry. You two can save us seats.” She waved her hand at them, gesturing for them to go ahead.

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“I’m so sorry I’m making us late, Georgie.” [y/n] said, laying it on thick with the nickname. Being the only girl of the group, she was used to being the last to know about pranks or secrets, so she was enjoying having a little secret of her own.

“S’okay. It didn’t take long for you to find it.” He replied as they climbed into one of the carriages. Since they’d been one of the last people off the train, they had the carriage to themselves. Just as [y/n] had hoped.

“So…” [y/n] said after a moment. She let her hand fall just above George’s knee and relished the confused look on his face. He was slowly realizing that he hadn’t imagined the troublesome look in her eye from earlier.

“I heard you fancy me?” Suddenly, [y/n] realized she’d given up her leverage. All the cards were on the table, and her stomach began to churn with nerves she didn’t know she had been harboring.

George’s face turned red and he didn’t meet her eyes, “I really didn’t mean for you to find out…”

The pit in her stomach grew at his words, “Oh? Why not?”

After a moment, George exhaled, “I just… I figure you don’t like me back and if I told you… it’d ruin our friendship.”

“Oh, Georgie…” she paused, trying to craft a response. She wanted to tell him how safe she felt in his arms and how much she adored spending time with him. Until she’d heard him say it, she’d never let herself even imagine that he reciprocated the flame she carried for him. But how could she tell him without jeopardizing their friendship and her friendship with Fred and Lee?

As [y/n] was lost in thought, George’s head was spinning. The steady roll of the carriage and cool night air was the only thing grounding him to that moment as his thoughts raced. Of course, she didn’t like him back and now he’d have to deal with the heartbreak. And he couldn’t stop seeing her—they were bloody best friends—so he’d still have to hear her shy giggles and see her goofy grins every day. All while knowing he could never hold her tight and tell her how much he loved her.

“It’s okay… we can just let it go.” He could practically feel his heart wrench when he said those words, but he knew it would hurt even more to hear [y/n] tell him she didn’t feel the same way.

But then her hand moved to hold his, and his breath caught in his throat.

Had the situation been different, [y/n] would have laughed at the shock on George’s face as he looked from their hands to [y/n]’s face. Instead, she just smiled reassuringly and leaned in coyly.

“Of course I fancy you back,” Her voice was quiet as if anyone else was around to overhear.

George watched her eyes scan his face nervously. He was utterly enthralled by her, and the moment overtook him. Next thing he knew, he had moved so his lips met hers.

His lips were so much softer than [y/n] had imagined. His hands quickly found her waist, but, as [y/n] let George’s tongue venture into her mouth, he moved one hand to cup her face. She kept her hand on his thigh but used the other to drag her fingertips through his scalp. [y/n] tugged gently on the hair near the nape of George’s neck and felt him smile against her lips.

They pulled away after a few moments when the carriage stopped. George climbed out of the carriage first and extended his hand to help [y/n] down. He didn’t let go as they headed toward the castle.

“How long do ya reckon until Fred and Lee find out?” George asked playfully.

[y/n] looked up at him in the light of the Great Hall corridor, absorbing as much of the moment as she possibly could, before responding, “Based on the flush of your cheeks and the way I don’t want to let go of your hand… I’d guess 30 seconds tops.”

George’s chuckle filled the empty corridor and he gave [y/n] a tender kiss on the forehead before they entered the Great Hall.

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | LET'S PRETEND . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

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"You can't just pretend forever." — anonymous

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IT HAS BEEN TWO DAYS since the small incident with Tom Holland happened.

Y/N could still imagine the look on Tom's face when it happened and it has been bothering her for the past two days. Well, not just that. Her heart was still aching after she found out that her own crush was in a relationship with her sister.

"Earth to Y/N. Are you staring at that nerd kid right there?" Erika suddenly spoke and waved her hand at Y/N's face. Y/N blinked her eyes and her thoughts were crushed when she heard Erika. "Don't tell me you're going after that nerd kid too, Y/N." Erika continued and Y/N then glared at her. After that, she sighed and placed her hand on her cheek.

Erika knew what was still bothering Y/N and she moved closer to Y/N. "You'll get over it soon, Y/N," Erika said and Y/N sighed again.

"I know. It's just weird seeing them together especially when I see them outside of my room. It's weird because she's my sister. And I love my sister. And—"

"And you want her to be happy." Erika interrupted and Y/N just nodded with her head down.

"There's a lot more guys out there, Y/N. Maybe he wasn't the one for you." Erika said. Y/N looked at her and gave a small smile.

"You really sound like a mom that I never have," Y/N said.

"Don't make me too old," Erika said and that was when the bell rang suddenly. Both girls groaned when they heard it and people start to prepare their things to go. Y/N and Erika grabbed their bags and plates.

They placed their plates and moved out of the cafeteria.

"I wish we could skip classes." Erika suddenly said.

"I know, but my grades are almost dying."

"Same goes for me."

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The bell rang as a signal that classes were over. Y/N placed her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her books and walked out of the classroom quickly. She walked towards her locker, unlocked it, and opened it. She placed all the things she didn't need inside her locker before closing it with the lock on. As soon as she closed it, she jumped a little when a person walked past by her.

"I'm sorry—"

"I'm sorry—"

Y/N was interrupted by the familiar sound of the voice and looked at the person in front of her.

It was again, Tom Holland.

"You? Again?" Y/N asked and her brows wrinkled. Tom looked at her in confusion after she said that.

"What me?" Tom asked and Y/N groaned in frustration.

"You bumped onto me and got mad at me two days ago and now, you almost bumped onto me again. What's with you bumping to me?" Y/N said and Tom just remembers what happened two days ago.

"I'm sorry. I was having a rough day that day." Tom apologized and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"Really? Where's Camille anyway?" Y/N looked around and realized that she said the name of her enemy and regretted it. She feared that Camille would suddenly appear beside Tom and would fight her again.

Tom scratched the back of

his neck before answering Y/N's question. "W-we broke up." He finally said it and looked away from Y/N's eyes.

Y/N's face suddenly softened when she heard what he said. She could feel the pain that was in his eyes when he said it. Y/N calmed down and they stayed silent for a while. She finally looked at him, who was still looking down.

"Wanna talk about it?"

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"How did you guys even get together?" Y/N asked as she sat across Tom. They were outside of the building with the warm breeze and the cherry blossom trees surrounding them.

It took Tom a long time to get to answer her question. Theories began to develop inside Y/N's head.

Maybe Camille was so desperate for him and he just gave it in. Y/N's head said.

"I honestly don't know, to be honest. I mean, we developed feelings for each other and that's how it came to be." Tom answered.

"Can't believe she ditched you with a college guy who doesn't even look good," Y/N said. "I also can't believe that you still love her." She could hear him chuckle under his breath and she saw him looked up to him.

"I heard you had a thing for that Aiden Morales guy." Tom suddenly spoke and that made her eyes widen and looked at him with fear.

"H-how d-did you—"

"I mean, it's kind of obvious whenever I see how you look at him and act with him," Tom said.

"Wait. Do you watch where I go? Are you a stalker now or something?" Y/N said and Tom just laughed at what she said.

"Of course not. I just happen to always pass by you all the time." Tom said and Y/N rolled her eyes again.

"That sounded like what a stalker would do." Y/N joked and Tom glared at her.

"So what happened?" Tom asked. Y/N could just sigh before saying anything.

"He's in a relationship with my sister. I just found out the day before you bumped onto me." Y/N said. "Apparently, they were talking and calling each other over the break while my sister was away and, yeah."

"That sucks," Tom said.

"I mean, it wasn't a really big crush but it still hurts," Y/N said and looked at Tom who was really listening to her. "It's weird that we're opening up to each other when we're not that close."

"I got your first kiss during that spin the bottle, Y/N." Tom said and Y/N's eyes widen and her mouth shaped like an 'o'.

"Hey! That was a stupid game during middle school, Holland." Y/N argued. "And that stupid game would lead to Camille hating me until now."

"I know, I know. I also found out that you had a crush on me during middle school." Tom said and grinned.

Where is he getting all this information about me? Y/N said to herself.

"That was just a happy crush, Holland. Don't feel special." Y/N said and Tom continued to laugh.

After a while, Tom suddenly had an idea on his mind and stood up from his seat. He moved closer to Y/N and she looked at him in confusion.

"I have a deal," Tom said and Y/N moved back a little from her seat. "Spill it out."

"Since you still like Aiden and I still love  Camille" Tom started. "Why don't we pretend to be in a relationship until Camille gets jealous and comes back to me and maybe Aiden would see that he missed a great person to be with," Tom explained and Y/N's eyes blink.

"Didn't people just saw what happened to the two of us two days ago? How are they going to believe that we are in an actual relationship?" Y/N said. "I don't think it'll work, Tom." Y/N suddenly stood up and grabbed all her things with her but before she could go, Tom spoke up.

"Think about it, Y/N."

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Y/N could not stop thinking about what Tom was offering her.

Many things could happen if they would pursue this deal. First, Camille would probably think that I stole her ex from her. I mean, she's the one who broke up with Tom. Right?

Second, people would get suspicious especially Erika.

"I cannot tell Erika about this. Ever." Y/N said to herself.

Last is, Aiden would probably think it's weird because she's dating the popular guy in school because Y/N is not that kind of girl who goes after that kind of guy.

Then she remembered what Tom told her.

Camille would probably go back to me and Aiden would see that he missed a great person to be with.

Aiden.

"Are you really desperate for him to be with you, Y/N?" Y/N asked herself. "Or do you want to do this to get over him?"

Y/N sighed to herself and collapsed herself to bed. She closed her eyes and finally made the decision that she would probably regret soon.

"I'm doing this."

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[writeroutoftime]

don’t be mad at me

pairing: tommy shelby x reader (requested by: anon)

summary: being ada’s best friend comes with the added bonus of having a close relationship with the rest of the shelby family, and there is one member you’re particularly close with. but what happens when you think he’s betrayed his family?

warnings: swearing? 

words: 1.4k

a/n: this is another request that has taken me MONTHS to complete, and I am so, so sorry!! every time I sat down to write this particular story, I was never sure where to take it, so it has been through several drafts/edits. to the anon who requested this, I hope you’re seeing it, and that you enjoy the story and have a fabulous day! 

oOoOo

It wasn’t often that someone could match wits with Thomas Shelby. His mind moved so quickly which allowed him to build the business he had and cheat death as many times as he had However, it also made him feel trapped by the simple life that Small Heath offered. Yet, when you barged into the Shelbys’ lives so many years ago, he saw a spark in you. 

Being a bit older than Ada, you primarily filled the role of best friend, but also the one of an older sister from time to time. Which was part of the reason, Tommy suspected, that he never saw you as his baby sister’s ‘annoying’ friend. In fact, he often found himself yearning to see you - if not only for the the fact that you challenged him. 

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It had been early on in the history of the Shelby’s betting shop - long before they even dreamed of becoming a legal operation. While you had been looking for Ada, you had stumbled across Polly and, therefore, her nephews as well. Slowly approaching Tommy, you looked over his shoulder and scrunched your eyes in confusion. “I would recheck those odds.” you told him. 

Tommy jumped in his seat, not noticing that you had snuck up behind him, though he quickly rolled his eyes at your suggestion. “Is that so?” he asked, deciding he’d humor you. 

“It is,”  you spoke matter of factly. “so don’t come crying to me when you have a herd of angry betters on your hand all because you didn’t listen to me.” you told him, and swiftly walked off without another word when you saw Ada wave you over. 

Minutes after you left, Tommy couldn’t get your comment out of his mind, so he turned back a page to double check that his work was right. As he recalculated the odds for the upcoming race, he dropped his pen and let out a chuckle as he ran his hands done his face. You had been right, and from that moment on, Tommy never doubted your opinion again. 

oOoOo

Once the war swept him, Arthur, and John off to France, Tommy often found him his mind drifting off to you as he dug through the mud and clay in the dark, damp tunnels, day in and day out. He would chuckle at the thought that you probably had a much more efficient method to win the war, but he also wondered if you were proud of him. For many years, he highly valued your opinion and hoped you saw him as brave, and not just a power hungry soldier, unnecessarily putting his life on the line. 

The moment he stepped off the train, once more in Small Heath, he noticed that you had joined Polly, Ada, and Finn to welcome him home. ‘To welcome all three of them home’ he had to remind himself. Either way, the way you had gripped onto his jacket so tightly, almost as if  neither of you could deny the attraction that was there any longer. Though, before the moment could be taken any further, young Finn had weaseled his way into Tommy’s side, looking for the attention of his older brother. 

With the moment ruined, and a fear of rejection from both parties, life seemingly returned to the way it had been before the war. Although, now Tommy saw you more and more as you had helped Polly with the betting shop over the past four years. It was no surprise to any of the Shelby men that you had contributed a great deal to the success of their business. 

Things seemed to be on an upward trend for the family and for you and Tommy - until he found out about Ada and Freddie. 

As her best friend, you truly did support Ada with Freddie, and thought that Tommy needed to treat her as the grown woman that she was. The issue quickly became a source of tension between you and him that made work and evening drinks at the Garrison awkward, but it finally culminated the night that Karl was born. After Ada had squeezed the life out of your hand, and before she could hold her son, the cops came in and took Freddie, kicking and screaming, away. The scene had lit a fire within you that had you blazing towards a certain pub. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you shouted as you stormed into the Garrison, a fury building inside of you. 

The three, eldest Shelby brothers looked at you in confusion. “The baby here yet?” John slurred with his raised glass of whiskey. 

“A beautiful, baby boy.” you said, evenly, to John before your eyes turned to glare daggers at Tommy. “A baby boy whose father was arrested right before his eyes just minutes after he was born.” your words now dripped with venom. 

Tommy looked shocked and slightly hurt at your silent accusations. “I didn’t have any-” 

“Shut the fuck up.” you hissed, not wanting to hear any of his excuses. 

There was a silent conversation between the three men in front of you which resulted in John and Arthur collecting their things before leaving the Garrison, glad to not be on the receiving end of your anger. When the doors swiftly shut behind them, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Do you even have anything to say for yourself?” 

“y/n, listen to me, I had nothing to do with Freddie’s arrest.” he said calmly, trying to get you to believe him. “I know I haven’t been supportive of him and Ada in the past, but that’s all behind us, you hav-”

“I can’t stand here and listen to you.” you said as you threw your arms up in exasperation. “I know you’ve done some bad things, Tommy, but I never thought you would stoop this low.” you shouted, ready to storm back to out. 

Before you could, Tommy’s arm shot out and grabbed onto your wrist. “I'm not letting you leave, y/n. You don’t get to just come in here and accuse me of something without listening to what I have to say.” he said, his voice beginning to rise. 

“Let me fucking go.” you demanded and ripped your arm out of his grasp, determined to head back to Ada. 

“Please don’t me mad at me.” Tommy all but begged as you walked away, and his words froze you to your spot

“After everything you’ve done, that’s what you ask me?” you question, your voice barely above a whisper as you slowly turn around. “You don’t give a fuck when your own family is mad at you, what makes me any different?” 

“The whole world could be mad at me,” Tommy started, staring directly into your eyes with an intensity you’d never seen before. “and I wouldn’t care, but I care with you because you are my whole world.”  

There was a moment of silence as you and Tommy just stared at each other, until you both met in the middle, your lips and teeth crashing together into a desperate kiss. It wasn’t the fairytale ending kiss that you had dreamed about as a child, but when you both pulled away, you craved his lips against you - against your body - again. The feeling that had been bottled up for years had finally overflowed, and there was no turning back. 

“I swear on my mother’s grave, y/n, I didn’t call the cops on Freddie.” he breathed out, gently stroking his thumb across your cheekbone. 

There was a moment of silence as you analyzed everything from Tommy’s posture, to his facial expressions, to his eyes. While they normally were icy, like a stormy ocean, now they were softer - begging for forgiveness. “I believe you,” you finally said. “but I’m still mad at you. You need to give Ada and Freddie your blessing, their deserve to be together.” 

“Well, after that day in the betting shop all those years ago, I’ve never doubted your opinion.” Tommy chuckled, though nodded his head in a solemn way that proved to you how serious he was. 

Though you knew there was so much shit that needed to be sorted through in that moment, you selfishly allowed yourself to wind your arms around the man in front of you and kissed him like you had wanted to for nearly a decade. Yes, you were likely to get mad at him again in the future, but together the two of you would face the world. 

oOoOo

tagging:  @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @dylanlover24

[turinn]

Sometimes, the Best Laid Plans Work Out Just Fine

Hokuto Hidaka x GN!Reader

Summary: A notebook full of planning, and all the date going well relies on is the weather being right. Oh, and Keito not catching him sneaking out of the dorm at 11pm. Hokuto really knows how to keep things exciting.

A/N: Remember how I said I wasn’t up to full writing? My brain likes to do this wonderful thing where it makes me a liar, so uhhh. Hi!! I was thinking about how some popular tropes are popular because they’re good and I got the idea to write my take on one of my favourites- so here we go! This is inspired by a video I saw like 2 years ago and cannot for the life of me find. EDIT: for some reason this god awful website added multiple extra spaces between a bunch of words and deleted several words so? sorry abt that. fixed it now.

Word Count: 1.4k

Sneaking you out past curfew might not have been his best laid plan- it was a bolder move than he should really pull, and at the very least sure to get him on the receiving end of a very long Keito lecture- but for the chance to show you something magical, Hokuto was willing to take the risks. After all, you made everything seem worth it to him. Hajime's light breathing and the fans of his laptop were the only sounds in the room as he double checked both time and weather forecast once more, shutting down the machine and sneaking out of the room. He was extra careful to shut the door quietly, as not to wake his roommate up. At least Keito was working late as usual. He didn't want to be stopped before he began.

The cold tingle that hit him as he stepped outside sent a shiver right through him and he huffed, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets- but behind his scarf there was the hint of a smile. The chill and the light mist that lingered in the air and cast a white haze over everything the street lamps illuminated were both telltale signs of winter, and he was counting on the weather that usually followed to make tonight perfect. It had to be perfect. Week after week of planning and distraction and discussion had gone into this surprise. He'd zoned out thinking of it so many times that even Akehoshi had noticed something was up with him. A whole notebook was dedicated to the idea, from writing out the plot of the dream that had inspired it to finding a date he was sure he could make it work, and a place to actually do it. It was the most elaborate date he'd ever planned, and you had absolutely no idea it was coming.

Not a single light was on in your house, and Hokuto crossed his fingers with the hope that you'd still be awake. He'd never exactly climbed up to your window before, but he'd spent enough time with the rest of his unit- and various others- that climbing buildings had somehow become something he was fairly good at. There's a reason he doesn't try to think about his time at Yumenosaki in too much detail. With luck, it only takes you a moment to open your window after he knocks, a large can of deodorant in hand to presumably whack him with if he's dangerous. He tries not to laugh. He really does.

"Kuto??? It's like 11pm, what on earth are you doing here?" You half whisper and half hiss, clamping a hand over his mouth to silence his laughter. If your parents find your boyfriend on your windowsill in the middle of the night it's not gonna go down too well. "Get dressed," he's smiling so beautifully, face half illuminated in the dim light of the waxing moon, that you almost forget to question him, "we have a date." "Um, I have a curfew, and it ended an hour ago." "We can sneak out. Just this once, I promise it's worth it." "It can't wait until morning?" "It won't be half as beautiful in the morning, koibito." You've never seen him this close to pleading, and that nickname always gets you. You sigh. You never could say no to him. Not really. "Turn around, then." Hokuto stares at you quizzically, and you wave a sweater at him to indicate your desire to get dressed. He quickly obeys, grinning. Five minutes and 3 sweaters later- ’I can't go downstairs to get my coat, tenshi, they'll hear me. Leave me and my 3 sweaters alone’ -  the two of you are turning the corner of your street, and you're staring at him suspiciously.

"You know, if you wanted to murder me you could have done it at home?" "I'm not murdering you, idiot." "Oh, I see, when you want me to come with you, I'm sweetheart, but then when I agree to, I'm idiot?" "Exactly." There's that grin again, the one that could convince you to jump in a freezing lake without question- you're suddenly scared he's going to try that- and you're rolling your eyes and giggling. "All right, if you're not murdering me, where are we goi-" His hand on your shoulder stops you both mid-step and sentence, and he turns you around to face the docks you were about to walk past. "The docks??" "Yes." "It's-" "About 10 minutes before our boat leaves. Right on time, if you ask me." "Our what?" "Boat." "I repeat. Our what?" "Oh, just come with me." In another moment, he's tangling your ungloved fingers with his gloved ones, and the fleece dragging across your skin feels like fire when your nerves are so on edge from the cold. "Babe my hands hurt, could you loosen up?" "Oh no, I forgot." Hokuto groans. Suddenly, he drops your hand and passes you a pair of gloves from the inside pocket of his jacket, warm from their proximity to his body and double lined. You could cry from the relief they provide, and from how thoughtful he can be- even if he did forget about them. But as you board the boat behind him, the confusion settles back over you.

"So, where are we going?" "We aren't going anywhere." A beat. A glare. No response. "Where is the boat going." "Nowhere.... Out a little. Then back." "What's the point in that." "You'll see. Come, I want you to get a good view." The two of you find a spot on the deck just as the boat departs, and you lean against the railings with him. 5 minutes out, you realise just how peaceful it all is. "Is this what you brought me here for? The peace?" "Not quite." He murmurs, looking up at the sky. "Give it just a moment." As he takes a step closer to you, his hand linking with yours once more, snow begins to fall around you.

It's breathtaking. The way it falls, completely surrounding you, reflecting so beautifully off the still surface of the water. All you can hear is the gentle purring of the boats motor and the calm waves, and all you can see ahead of you is snow. You stand there, staring up at it, your jaw hung open slightly in silent wonder. And he stands there, staring at you- taking it all in. The way your eyes shine with awe, the slight upturn in the corners of your mouth, the way you fight to find something to say only to change your mind and decide to leave the moment silent for just a little longer. The way you repeat that motion three or four times.

"It's... it's gorgeous." You whisper eventually, as soft as you possibly can. "Yeah." He replies, just as softly. "Yeah, it is." You don't notice that you're talking about completely different things, that he's captivated not by the snow, but by you. A snowflake lands on your nose, and you scrunch it up at the cold sensation- an action he finds so adorable he can't help but laugh. "What?" He doesn't actually answer your question, instead catching your chin in his hand. With the free one he brushes what is now a droplet of water off the top of your nose, and then he’s kissing you.

As first kisses go, it's pretty good. His lips are cold, but so are yours. That comes of standing in the snow at nearly midnight, naturally. And while your back pressed against the railing of the boat doesn't make you feel particularly safe, you don't even realise that until you run it over in your head later. All in all, it's kind of romantic as hell, and something about that plus the cold and the late hour almost makes you cry. Almost.

"I love you." He whispers as he pulls back, hand falling away from your chin. "Oh..." You dip your head a little, avoiding his gaze for a moment. "I-I love you too." The both of you fall silent again, grinning, and you go back to watching the snow. If his cheeks are red, he's sure it's just because of the cold.

He gives you his coat when you start to shiver, ignoring your insistence that your 3 sweaters are more than enough. He reads you awfully well. Unfortunately for him, the cold his chivalrous gesture left him with does nothing to spare him the 3 hour lecture Keito had prepared about getting back to the dorm past 1am. For you, though? Well, he'd say it was definitely worth it.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hey sorry if this isn't the place to ask, I have a few questions, I was wondering if there's any Tumblr pages that posts fics in other languages like in Spanish? And how to search for fics in Spanish in ao3? I'm new at this, Also if I wanted to translate my fics how or where can I get a beta to help me with it? Thanks and again I'm sorry if this isn't the place to ask

Welcome to the Klaine fandom!

I don't know of any Tumblr users who post fics in Spanish.

For the translation, if you are looking for a beta to help you translate from Spanish to English, check out our beta post. One of the questions each person answered was if they were willing to beta for authors whose first language isn’t English. If you are looking for a beta to help from English to Spanish, I really don't know. P

Followers, if you are a Spanish speaker and know of Tumblr blogs or can beta Spanish fics, please let us know.

Now for the good part.

AO3 has a well-developed search engine. From any page on AO3, select Search, then Works. Make sure you include Glee in the fandom field and Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel in the Relationship field. The good news is that there is a language field. Select Español from the dropdown list. For some reason, I can’t hyperlink my search results (I think the URL might be too long), but if you follow the above instructions, there will in 100 fics in the results. Here is the long URL you can copy and paste to your Internet browser.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/search?utf8=✓&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Btitle%5D=&work_search%5Bcreators%5D=&work_search%5Brevised_at%5D=&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=&work_search%5Bcrossover%5D=&work_search%5Bsingle_chapter%5D=0&work_search%5Bword_count%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=es&work_search%5Bfandom_names%5D=Glee&work_search%5Brating_ids%5D=&work_search%5Bcharacter_names%5D=&work_search%5Brelationship_names%5D=Blaine+Anderson%2FKurt+Hummel&work_search%5Bfreeform_names%5D=&work_search%5Bhits%5D=&work_search%5Bkudos_count%5D=&work_search%5Bcomments_count%5D=&work_search%5Bbookmarks_count%5D=&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&work_search%5Bsort_direction%5D=desc&commit=Search

You can further edit the search by entering key words or selecting only completed fics. You can also sort the list anyway you like (date last updated, hits, kudos, etc).

Because the Klaine fandom has been around for a while, there are also loads of fics posted on fanfiction.net. Again, you can filter the fic results by language. There are 1.4k Klaine fics written in Spanish posted at FF.net. The site doesn't allow you to download fics, but there are two work arounds.

1. They have an app that helps you read fics on your phone. You get it for free in the App store. It makes it so much easier to read that from the website.

2. Fichub.net allows you to download fics to electronic files in the most common formats. You can then read them on any devise you want (phone, computer, tablet, Kindle, etc).

Good luck with your translations (but I suspect you will be spending a bit of time reading). Don't forget that if there is an author who is currently writing in Spanish, you can try to contact them for further information. - HKVoyage

[beanst0ck]

Morning Coffee

a/n: im on a road trip and i crave coffee, also pls excuse the crappily edited akaashi 😔✌️

pairing: akaashi x gn! reader

wc: 1.4k

Everyday, you go to the same coffee shop. And everyday, you’re met with the same barista.

You could remember his first day on the job almost perfectly. You had been going to the same coffee shop for a couple of months now and quickly became acquainted with all the workers. Upon entering the shop you immediately spotted an unfamiliar face behind the counter.

The lighting in the room complimented his tannish skin and his dark eyes immediately caught your gaze. He seemed to stumble over his words when you were up next. You gave him your usual order and his hands seemed slightly jittery while he made your drink. The manager of the shop, Bokuto, playfully patted his back. When he handed you your drink you thanked him, taking a quick glance at his name tag.

“Good luck with the rest of your day, Akaashi.”

He was stunned for a moment, questioning how you knew his name until he remembered he was wearing a name tag. Bokuto came up and leaned on Akaashi’s shoulder, “They always order the same thing every morning, I suggest you memorize it.”

When Akaashi asked why, Bokuto shrugged. “It’ll get you on their good side.”

-

The next day, at the same time, you entered the shop. Just as Bokuto said, you ordered the same thing, then left. To where? Akaashi could only assume. You were decently dressed in casual clothes, and you seemed around the same age as him so he took a guess and thought you went straight to the college nearby after getting your daily coffee.

As Bokuto suggested, Akaashi memorized your order. It wasn’t difficult, he only messed it up twice before he got the hang of it. He was happy you weren’t mad when it happened. He apologized multiple times and even though you seemed to be in a rush, you didn’t get mad at him. You just giggled, “Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us.”

He quickly grew accustomed to your schedule. Everyday, at 7:05 am, you entered the shop and ordered the same exact drink. His coworkers noticed how he always had your coffee ready so when you entered, you could pay then leave. They found it kind of odd how he memorized your schedule so fast, but this caused a lot of teasing— especially from a certain grey and black haired manager.

“Ya know ‘kaashi, I think they like your coffee the most.” Bokuto said one day with a pout.

Akaashi looked at him confused. “Why would it matter? If they order the same thing everyday it should come out the same.”

Bokuto could only cross his arms and shake his head, “I wish it worked like that Akaashi. It doesn’t matter if it’s the same order, it depends on the person making the coffee.”

Bokuto clearly saw the look of doubt on Akaashi’s face when he said that and he was determined to prove his point. “Watch, when they come in here again ask them whose coffee is better.” Bokuto smirked.

Akaashi hesitantly agreed, just so Bokuto would drop the topic.

-

The next day came quickly and as usual, you arrived at 7:05 am for your daily dose of coffee. When he handed you your drink he decided to ask the question. “Whose coffee do you prefer, Bokuto’s or mine?”

You didn’t even have to think. The answer slipped past your lips easily, “I think yours tastes better, sorry Bokuto!”

Akaashi could feel Bokuto going into his emo mood and he knew he’d have to deal with him before more customers started piling in. Your answer confused Akaashi. “But, why?” Akaashi continued, “it’s just coffee, does it really taste different if another person makes it?”

You took a sip of your coffee and let out a content sigh, the flavor dancing happily amongst your tastebuds. “When you make my coffee, I can tell you don’t make it half-assed. You make my coffee just how I like it. In fact, it’s almost scary how perfect it is, considering you’ve only been working here for a couple of days.”

Akaashi still looked unconvinced with your answer, so you shrugged, not knowing how else to answer his question. “I mean I’m no coffee expert, so I guess you could just call it a preference?”

Akaashi then watched as you exited the shop, questioning if coffee really tasted different depending on who made it.

-

Weeks pass, and your schedule doesn’t change.

Akaashi’s coworkers haven’t stopped teasing him about it, but he’s learned how to block out their comments. Overtime feelings for you started to bubble up in his chest and he wondered how his coworkers realized this was happening before he did. But, that still doesn’t mean he would give in to the teasing. If he confirmed their thoughts, who knows what they might try.

It wasn’t until weeks later that something dawned on him-

“I don’t know their name.”

Bokuto’s laughter could be heard throughout the small shop, causing some of the customers to raise their heads in curiosity, trying to see what made the manager burst out laughing. “It’s been weeks ‘kaashi! How did you just realize?!” Bokuto clutched his stomach, almost falling over.

Meanwhile Akaashi was freaking out. How did it take him so long to realize he didn’t know your name? Is it too late to ask? Would it make things awkward? He could always ask his coworkers, but then you’d probably get freaked out on how he found out your name!

“Woa, I think this is the first time I’ve seen Akaashi stressed out about something!” Konoha gasped.

“It’s kind of scaring me, I’m not used to seeing him like this..” Yamato shivered.

Yukie had to hold back her giggle when he gave Akaashi a pat on the back, handing him a little snack, “ Heyy, no worries!~ just hand them a snack when you ask for their name and I doubt they’ll care!” This caused most of the workers to sigh.

“Not everyone is easily persuaded with food, Yukie..”

“Oh..” Yukie eyed the snack in Akaashi’s hand, “so.. you’re not gonna give that to them?..”

Akaashi handed Yukie the snack and she walked away, satisfied she got to keep her snack. “How about you just ask them for their name when they come in for coffee? I’m sure they won’t mind.” Washio tried to calm down Akaashi.

“Yea! They don’t usually get upset over little things like that!” Bokuto started pushing Akaashi towards the coffee machine, “now hurry up! They’ll be here soon!”

-

Now, this was unexpected.

It was now 7:15 am, and you still haven’t arrived for your daily coffee. This was unlike you.

He had your schedule memorized, and you were never late. His coworkers tried to reassure him, telling him that you’re only human and that things sometimes happen. Maybe you got stuck in traffic, or maybe you were just feeling a little under the weather and decided to stay home for the day.

Of course he understood that, but he couldn’t help but feel sad. This was the only way for him to communicate with you and he cherished every little interaction you two had in the morning. Looking at the drink in his hand, he suddenly came up with an idea.

“Bokuto.”

The golden eyed boy turned his head to the sound of his name being called, only to be met with a determined look on Akaashi’s face.

“Do you have a pen?”

-

You entered the coffee shop, looking like a disheveled mess. You had slept through all of your alarms, causing you to wake up late and not have anytime at all to organize yourself. Despite all that, you could not skip out on your morning coffee.

To be specific, you could not skip out on seeing a certain messy haired barista.

Akaashi’s eyes landed on you the moment you walked in and for a split second you saw his eyes widen. “Hey!” You shakily held up your hand, “sorry I’m late.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Akaashi responded, already handing you your coffee.

You thanked him, paid, then immediately ran out the shop in hopes that you’d make it in time for your lecture. As you took a sip of your coffee you noticed a little message written on the cup.

‘I know it might seem strange telling you this, but I never got your name. I noticed you don’t stop by on Saturdays and was wondering if you’d like to grab coffee with me that day, maybe you could tell me your name then? ;)’

haikyuu mlist

uh,, anyone want a part two?