#ft. swivel chair

[ratsnu]

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for @yomawari for @hamevents2024’s 4th of July gift exchange!

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brutus: both arms cradle you now (villain au concept)

ft. yandere! harley quinn (brief mentions of the poison ivy and catwoman) x gn villain! reader

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"so, you're saying you hate the batman, for personal reasons, cupcake?"

you've never expected to have a therapy session with one of your mentors who took you in.

harley quinn, the girl who took you into her abode right after she found you bloodied and laying in a crimson bath of your own one faithful night; death your only comfort.

she, alongside her other company, are well-known people within gotham's criminal gallery. she's known to be obsessed with her ex back then, chasing after his toxic love despite hers being consistently thrown away, she's been seen fighting, or even sometimes helping your father when he's wearing the cowl just to find the joker, she dons clown makeup and displays athletic talent for combat—

she's not the type you'd expect to be well-versed with a person's mental health, with her playful attitude and bouncy steps, but with the way she notices your uncomfortable body language whenever you stumble upon the bat, or how you simmer in silent rage watching him care for his vigilante partners during times they get injured; you'd have to admit she's more than qualified to ask you sensitive questions nobody ought to ask a violent criminal like you.

you don't know it, but you share far more similarities with the girl than you thought; chasing after love never once reciprocated, she has every right to know what makes you so triggered seeing the vigilante every damn time he's within the vicinity.

she has every right because she's the one who saved you when you thought your life would be all over.

when you believed that that day would be the time your soul would leave your body, you'd suddenly awoke to her gentle coos and her retelling her company on how she stumbled upon you. and another woman's palms are on your heated forehead, an unnatural shade of green, yet she helps swipes away your hair for your head as she listens intently to harley's story; she gazes at you just as softly as the other. she's seated right beside a familiar face, too, with cropped, jet-black hair and cat-eyes. it was her expensive duvet that you lay on.

it was there that they coddled you collectively.

they've been your saviors then, and your mentors ever since. it's what you've never asked for, to be cared for by criminals who fought on the opposite side from your fathers, but you've been craving affection your entire life that you'd never once complain about.

now, in the same apartment, her question lingers in the back of your head, you feel goosebumps rise on the topmost layer of your skin, and your heartbeats hasten against the cage of your chest.

despite that, she merely looks over at you, her eyes held a calculating gaze. it's not exactly nerve-wracking like batman's whenever you had your occasional encounters with him, but you can tell she's psychoanalyzing every aspect of your being.

like a therapist for most, but to you, she does so because you know she cares.

gone was the ditzy smile she likes to wear on her playful lips, or the active, bouncy lilt she has whenever she sits upon the swivel chair to talk to you. she stares at you, with piercing blue eyes and furrowed brows, nitpicking every reaction you conjure.

it seems like now's the time she wants to open up with such a sensitive topics.

especially right after the incident where you cried after watching batman speak to the youngest robin, with the sweetest, most poisonous tone you've ever heard from the man. it makes you want to vomit watching it, makes you wish to shrivel outside-in your costume and burn until you're mere embers.

you ask yourself, 'do i hate him?'

truth is...

god, you wish you do. but you're different now.

you have new people to care for you, now and you'd rather throw away that heart wrenching life you had back in the past. batman is nobody to you now, you wish you could lead yourself to believe that he was just your usual opponent, nothing more, nothing less.

yet you merely shift on your cushioned seat, ignoring the blaring telltale signs in your head to stay silent, and reply to her albeit the unsureness in your tone. your words taste bitter, sour, salty, and no way sweet. every unpleasant flavor swirls in your tongue in a cacophony of emotions; and you wish to cry the longer you speak, tongue-tied and wishing to will away the ache in your chest.

"i don't hate him, harley, at least not anymore... it's different, i don't know what to feel about him. maybe it's rage, maybe i want to exact petty revenge on him because of my past with him. don't know. it's all complicated..."

"if it's not hatred, then it's something else, no? you feel something deep within for him, don'tcha, sweetheart? you can't lie to me, you're hurt, and scarred, because of him and his other vigilante partners, i can tell."

she replies, quicker than you do, with empathy and comfort laced in every syllable of her words, and you're taken aback at the kindness and understanding. your eyes flutter away from her worried ones, and you look down to your clenched palms and feel the callouses from all the harsh training you've conditioned yourself to endure, dismissing the way she stands from her chair to walk over to you.

hurt... that's true. you're hurt, and all the emotional scars that lay within you are still open, bleeding, and it aches deeply. every time you build new memories with these people, the pain of the past overpowers whatever improvement you make in life; as if it's haunting and taunting you.

when she kneels down to the level of your lap, just right beneath your vision so you could see her beyond the layers of hair that cover your watery eyes, you see her soft gaze and find her dainty fingers holding your palms, ones you didn't notice dig nails deep into skin until the rivulets of blood escape.

when she squeezes your hands, you follow along the patterns of inhaling and exhaling through her squeezing, a silent session with her to help you calm down from your foreboding emotions; your hastened breaths and brimming tears. you've been so used to ignoring all your emotions that you forget what panic attacks felt like in so long, not until you discover that you've been having small bouts of it every day; not until you realize how it's always your mentors comforting you through every one of your silent sufferings instead of ridiculing you for it.

"calm down, cupcake... i just wanted to know why, so i, alongside the girls, could help you through your emotions. what type of mentors are we if we can't help you, no? you've been so tense lately, we couldn't even see your cute, little smile these days. so don't forget you're still allowed to cry, sweetie... let all your emotions out, 'kay?"

she speaks, with a gentle timbre in her voice, and you allow her to embrace your form, one you didn't realize was shivering until now. yet you still bury your head further into her body without shame and allow yourself respite for once; allow yourself autonomy to be controlled by repressed pain and sorrow you've tried to bury deep into the marrows of your bones and the cages of your heart.

and now you realize why, why you're all crying all the same like last time, and you simply cry for longer at the realization.

because what contrasts with love, was indifference, and never hatred. you once loved batman, bruce, with all your heart because you're his kid, and your momma taught you to love without any expectations. but he sees you with indifference, with nothingness. no care, no emotions or opinions about you, unlike harley's who holds you in her arms and comforts you throughout your lengthened crying.

he doesn't even look at you. the thought bothers you more than ever.

"it's— you're right," you whisper through your hiccups, burying your head further on her stomach as her right hand plays with the strands of your hair, scratching your scalp in a comfortable pattern. she hums as a reply, and allows you to continue.

"i'm hurt, harley... it's so painful just thinking... thinking about how much i'm in pain because of him... but he's, he's—"

"shh, you don't have to force yourself to open up anymore, sweetheart."

when she releases her hold on you, you let out an embarrassingly loud cry, hands swiftly trying to pull her back to embrace you; too desperate to let go, too paranoid that this is all a dream, you wish to sink into her warmth forever.

but she holds you back, just as quickly with her warm palms at your wet cheeks, and looks at you. like you're her savior, her peace, and her everything.

her next sentences satiate the foreboding hunger in your heart, one too starved, one that craved and wished to take what it never have.

she feeds you with love and affection too sweet that it rids the bitter taste in the back of your throat and the bile that slowly rises every time you reminisce.

"i get'cha, sweetie. you wanted something from him you can never have, and when he didn't give you that, it destroyed you entirely you felt like you can never pick yourself right back. been there, done that—"

"—but look at where we're both at now! living the best of our lives, doing fun, risky heists and making ourselves happy with what we think is good for us, no? you get where i'm getting at, right?"

you don't. you feel like melting into her hands and never leaving. she gives and you take, take, and take everything she offers you.

and she knows you don't understand, so she continues rambling knowing you'd grasp into every word she says, not once breaking eye contact with you. she stares fondly, you gaze back reluctantly, unaccustomed to the affection your mentors shower you with. but you don't pull back, she becomes sad and sulky when you do.

you want her to be happy.

"sweetheart, i'm telling you the past is past! get him away from your mind and throw all the thoughts about him away! if you were nothing to him, then he should be nothing to you, easy as pie."

"you deserve better people in your life, like me, and pam, and selina. i can tell you're rough around the edges but that doesn't mean you should strip yourself away from any privilege to be cared for and loved for by people who love you as much as you love them. he's nothing to you now, alright? it's painful, but you can move on from him. i trust you can— you know why?"

harley questions you, with all the confidence in her tone, taking your head to lay it on her body again, positioning it so you could hear the buzz heartbeat, you bury yourself deeper into her warm body and nuzzle into fabric. your heart hastens, but it wasn't panic, it wasn't even fear or hurt, but a drive and motivation that burns deep inside of you; that this is what you always wanted, and needed to protect, and what she generously provided.

all her words echo through your head like it's the truth, your holy grail.

"you have us now, sweetheart. to love, to guide, and to protect you. we're everything you need now."

and you believe her like she's god.

just this once, you do. you're allowed to hope, to dream, and to finally feel special. to be embraced like the fantasies you had in the past, to be held and comforted through every gut wrenching experience, just as she does, now.

for once, you allow yourself to be loved, even if it means it's by the same hands that stain itself with blood, all shed in the glory of your name.

a/n: happy halloween! i was laying in bed and suddenly had thoughts about this. i don't like this drabble at all ngl erm ���� this post is related to events prior to the out for blood chapter (idk if i should make it canon to the plot or not) and what i said in this fanart post. despite this not being my favorite piece of work, i like writing about other charactersn too though, especially when they're so soft to the mc. so yeah! if you guys like more of this, please do comment since idk what to feel about this.

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The Doctor's Little Assistant.

ft. dottore !

sypnosis ; dottore rewards you for your hard efforts.

warnings ; top ! dottore , dottore is a warning himself , face fucking , power dynamics , boss n assistant relationships , degradation , slight praise , facials , light face slapping , lowkey rushed no bullying :'3

wc ; 1.6k. enjoy !!

Dottore's personal assistant. 

You're the only one allowed inside his lab, outside of his clones and his disgusting little lab-rats of course. You're one of the only ones he actually tolerates. You're always so good for him, tidying up his mess of an office when he doesn't ask and always bringing him extra coffee when you know he's running low on it.

He's almost certain he's not gonna kill you off like the others, he likes you.

He likes the way you immediately oblige like you even had a choice when he asks to experiment on you. "I'd be happy to, my lord." You say, giving him a smile and a nod. He knows that you're scared beneath your little act, he can just sense it, and he loves it. He gets off on your pain and fear, and he finds it amusing when you try to hold back your wails of pain. 

Dottore especially loves when you start to let tears run down your face because of how much it hurts. You're left trembling, sniffling every couple seconds as he unstraps you from the vivisection table, but you would be lying if you said there wasn't a part of you that secretly enjoys it. He's a sick and twisted sadist, and you like it.

He thinks you're so pretty with your tear stained face and ruined makeup. He just shakes his head when you complain about it as if you weren't the one crying.

Maybe if you had let him remove your tear glands and ducts it wouldn't be an issue.

Dottore brings you to the fatui meetings too, he knows it's not allowed but he could care less. when Pierro reminds him that, "Anyone who isn't apart of the ranks, is strictly not allowed into the meetings." Dottore ignores him, and he keeps you right by his side, and when he can see your legs getting tired, he orders you to sit on his lap. He doesn't care when you get embarrassed, and he certainly doesn't care that his co-workers look at you two either, his sadistic smile only grows larger.

"You've been a very obedient girl as of recent, haven't you." It was an observation, but you still nod your head as if he just asked you a question while you try to avoid looking at his face. "Stupid little thing. Look at me when I talk to you." Dottore growls. He grabs your jaw with a vice like grip to make you look up at him and even though you can't see his eyes, you can still feel them on you. It feels like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs and you're quick to mutter out an apology. "Of course, my lord.. 'm sorry." 

"Good girl." He praises as he pulls his gloved hand away from your jaw. "I'd say an award is in order, hm?" He says as he starts walking over to a swivel chair that's behind you. You want to follow him but in fear of being disobedient, you stay frozen in place. As he sits down, he calls out your name and you're quick to turn around to face him. 

"Crawl to me."

You stand there for a moment, processing his words, feeling the heat slowly creeping into your cheeks. "Yes, my lord," you manage to spit out. Despite the embarrassment, you comply, dropping to your knees and then shifting onto all fours, moving toward him as instructed. Each movement is deliberate, the anticipation building with every inch closer to him. Finally, you find yourself between his legs, facing him on your knees, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you settle between Dottore's legs, your heart begins to race due to anticipation. You can feel his gaze piercing through you and it sends shivers down your entire body as you wait for his next command.

Dottore smirks, relishing in the control he holds over you. "Always so good," he murmurs, his voice laced with dark amusement. "You know exactly how to please me." You lower your gaze, feeling the weight of his words like chains around your neck. "Thank you, my lord," you mumble obediently, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk only widens as he looks down at you, reveling in the power he holds. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers curling under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The leather feels cold and unyielding against your skin. "You look good on your knees," he muses, his tone dripping with sadistic undertones. "Maybe I should make you my desk pet."

You whine and swallow hard at the suggestion, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coil in your belly. "Please," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly and truthfully you don't even know what you're asking for. The way he looks down upon you, like he knows you're inferior to him, sends shivers down your spine.

He releases your chin and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly to give you more room. "You know what to do," he commands, his voice cold and demanding. "Show me how compliant you really are, love."

Oh fuck.

The pet name almost kills you and it makes your breath hitch. You nod anyway, reaching up with shaky hands to unbuckle his belt. You can feel Dottore watching you as you do so and you can feel your face burning with embarrassment. But you push through, determined to please him.

As you pull down his trousers, you're met with the sight of his cock straining against his boxers. it sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you can't let out a soft moan at the sight. Dottore's chuckle is low and menacing, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. "Come on," he urges, his voice low and almost taunting. "You know better than to keep me waiting."

You comply and pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock and you can't take your eyes off of it. You lean in, pressing a tentative kiss to the tip and licking a long stripe up the side. Dottore's grip on your hair tightens, and he lets out a breath of approval. "Good girl," he murmurs. "Now take me in your mouth,"

You comply almost instantly. You open your mouth, taking his cock in slowly with your tongue swirling around the tip. Him in general but especially the taste of him is intoxicating, and you can feel the heat between your legs growing with each passing second. You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, and his low groan of pleasure spurs you on.

Dottore's other hand joins the first, holding your head steady as you bob up and down. "Such a whore," he degrades, his voice laced with arousal. "You take me so well. You were made for this, weren't you?"

You moan around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss. His voice and his words a thrill through you, and you try taking him deeper into your mouth, wanting nothing more than to please him. Your pace quickens, your movements becoming more desperate as you lose yourself in the task.

Dottore's grip tightens painfully, and he thrusts his hips up, forcing himself deeper into your throat. "This is what you wanted, hm." He says, and though it was a statement, you still try to nod your head stupidly. In the process you gag, tears springing to your eyes, but you don't stop and neither does he. "That's right, gag on it." His groans grow louder, his breathing becoming more ragged. "You're so pathetic."

Your eyes water as you look up at him, the tears only serving to heighten his pleasure as he loves to see you cry. He smirks down at you, his thumb brushing away a tear that escapes down your cheek. "Pretty little thing.." He murmurs. "Take it, take it deeper."

He holds you there for a moment longer before finally releasing your head. You pull back, gasping for air, your lips swollen and wet with saliva. His chest is heaving up and down while you wrap your hands around the length of his cock. "I'm gonna cum," he groans, "Gonna paint your pretty face."

 Dottore pries your hands away from his cock and begins to stroke himself. You whine at the sight in front of you. "Please," you breathe out. He scoffs in amusement before slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek. "Open your mouth."

You instantly obey, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out. You're gross and messy right now but you know he likes seeing you ruined, especially if he's the cause. You're watching him stroke his cock from above you, pressing his thumb to the swollen and leaking tip. 

Your needy whines must've been just what Dottore needed to drive him over the edge. He groans as he reaches his climax and his free hand reaches for your jaw with a tight grip to hold you in place. Thick ropes of cum soon cover not only your chest, but your face and tongue as well. You keep your mouth open in an attempt and in hope to catch more of his cum on your tongue.

As soon as he comes down from his high, his hand comes down to slap your cheek and command you to swallow the bits that landed in your mouth. You oblige. He takes one more good look at you before tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants up. "Clean yourself up." He spits coldly, and you nod. "Yes, my lord."

"When you're done, there's some paperwork I need you to get from The Regrator's office. Once you get it, bring it back here and I'll reward you once more."

[noosayog]

[how a loser dates] ft. kuroo

warnings/content: fem! reader x kuroo, office setting, timeskip characters obvi, fluff and kuroo being a loser

wc: 1.2k

"Morning, princess," your coworker, Kuroo, calls out teasingly from his desk in reference to the dress you're wearing today that replaces your usual slacks. 

"Morning, rooster head."

He chuckles a bit and returns his attention to his computer. 

Throughout the morning, Kuroo looks up every now and then, just staring at you but saying nothing. It's only later in the afternoon when you're settled down from the rush of the morning that Kuroo asks. "What's the occasion?"

"What?" you ask distractedly.

"The occasion," he repeats. His voice comes from right over your head and you look up to see his desk empty. Instead, he's standing behind you, leaning an elbow against the wall of your cubicle.

"What?" you parrot.

His eyes drift deliberately down your silhouette, then back up to meet your gaze, punctuating his silent question with a raise of his brow.

"Oh," you laugh. "The dress? I have a date tonight."

Kuroo's other brow raises. "A date?"

"Yeah."

“With who?” 

You swivel your chair to face him with your whole body. “You wouldn’t know them. They’re not from work.” 

He hums in acknowledgment then walks away with a pensive expression. 

–

It’s almost the end of the work day when you hear your boss’s reprimanding voice. You look up from your computer to see your boss angrily saying something to Kuroo about losing the data for an important client call tomorrow. 

After your boss stomps away, you hear Kuroo sigh. His eyes meet yours. 

“You okay?” you ask. “What happened?” 

“I was supposed to store the presentation for tomorrow’s client call but for some reason, I can’t find it anywhere on my drive.” 

“Did you check your trash?” 

“Empty.” 

“Yikes.” 

“Yeah.” 

You stare back at him, lips pursed.

“Well…” he says awkwardly. “I better get to it if I’m going to redo the presentation by tomorrow.” 

You swallow guiltily, throat itching to offer help. No, you can't. You have plans tonight. 

“Okay, good luck,” you say instead. 

He deflates. “Thanks.” 

Concentration broken, you return to your work. You shift uncomfortably when you hear him sigh. 

Five minutes later, another deep exhale. 

You can’t stop yourself when you finally ask, “do you want me to help?” 

Kuroo perks up, head poking out from the walls of the cubicle. “I mean I would love help, but you have plans and all tonight…” he trails off. 

“The reservation isn’t until 7, so I’ll help until then.” 

“Great, thanks!” he smiles. 

–

Kuroo is an efficient worker. It’s almost as if he had the entire thing memorized as he effortlessly lists off the slides that need to be redone, easily navigating to the resources that have the perfect data for each topic. 

“It’s like you don’t even need my help for this,” you joke. 

“No!” he interrupts loudly. 

You give him a weird look.

“Sorry” he mutters. “Can you summarize the data from these sites?” 

He passes you a sticky note with 2 websites on them. When you navigate to them, they’re long, tedious pages. You settle into your chair and get focused. If you’re going to leave here by 6:30, you better get working. 

When you finally pass the data to Kuroo, the two of you begin to compile the data you’ve respectively gathered into the proper slide deck format. When 6:30 rolls around, the to-do’s left still make up a massive mountain. 

“Um,” you say. 

Kuroo takes an exaggerated look at the watch on his wrist. “Oh, your date.” 

“Yeah.” 

He looks at the progress on the presentation just stares at the screen.

“Kuroo?” 

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, don’t worry about me. You’ve already helped so much. Go ahead and have fun on your date.” 

“Okay…” you say hesitantly, packing up your bag. Before you leave, you look back to see Kuroo, alone in the office, leaning heavily against the back of his chair with his arms draped over his eyes. You hear him sigh again before guiltily leaving him behind. 

You make it all the way to the lobby before you can’t stand it anymore. You text your date that you won’t be able to make it rush back up to the office. 

Kuroo looks surprised when you drop your things off at your desk and return to his side. 

“What happened? Don’t you need to leave?” 

“I can’t just leave you here by yourself with all this, you’ll never finish.” 

“Are you sure…” he trails off. 

“Shut up and get working.” 

“Yes, ma’’am,” he salutes. 

– 

Late in the night, even after security has left the building, Kuroo gets up. 

“We need a break,” he says. “Want some coffee?” 

“Sure,” you say, equally exhausted. 

He gets up to head to the break room as you continue to fiddle around with the slide deck. As you look through his computer, your eyes slide to the little trash can on the screen and see that it’s not empty. Curiously, you click into it and the first thing you see is the very client presentation that the two of you have been slaving away at to reproduce. 

“Oh my god, Kuroo!” you say excitedly. You repeat his name, but he must not hear you, because there’s no response. 

Then, you notice the time of deletion. 3:52PM. You remember Kuroo getting chewed around 4PM. If he deleted it, there’s no way he would forget that quickly. And he said he had checked his trash. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Kuroo comes back, holding two steaming cups of coffee and tie thrown over a shoulder. “I heard you calling.” 

“Kuroo,” you say, pointing at the screen. 

When Kuroo sees what you’re pointing at, his smile freezes in place. 

“What’s this?” 

You press when he doesn’t respond. “Why did you purposely get yourself into trouble?” 

He stares at the screen, avoiding your eyes. 

“Kuroo!” 

“Okay!” he breathes. He mumbles something unintelligible. 

“... go on your date,” you hear. 

“What? Speak up,” you say irritatedly. 

“I didn’t want you to go on your date. Okay? I know it’s immature of me to resort to such tactics, but I’ve been dropping hints for awhile and I dunno, I guess I just got impatient.” 

You sigh.

“Well, I’m just glad that you aren’t going to be yelled at because there’s no way we were going to finish by tomorrow.” 

“You’re not mad?” 

“I am. Why couldn’t you have just asked me out on a date like a normal person?” 

“I’ve asked you to go on coffee runs with me?” 

You pinch at the bridge of your nose. “Being our boss’s errand boy does not count as a date, Kuroo.” 

He just chuckles, abashed. His cheeks are turning pink and you sigh, feeling almost affectionate at how your snarky, quick-witted coworker is reduced to the romantic maturity of a high-schooler in front of you. 

“Okay, well, since I didn’t get to eat tonight, you owe me dinner,” you say, throwing him a bone. 

He blinks. “Like a date?” he asks dumbly. 

You sigh exasperatedly for what feels like the millionth time that night. “Yes, Kuroo. A date.” you emphasize heavily on date, worried that he still won’t get the picture. 

“It’s late, so there’s probably only ramen shops around if that’s okay? But I promise to take you out to a nicer diner. Like a real date.” he promises solemnly. 

“You’re already assuming I’m going to want to go on a second date with you?” 

His signature grin returns in full force. “Oh, princess. You’re gonna want that second date. Trust me.” 

“Only ‘cuz I want to see how you tame your hair for a real date.” 

“Told ‘ya you’d want a second date.”

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fruits basket ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma, hatsuharu sohma & hatori sohma x f!reader (separate)

“hi,” you greet KYO with a perky tone that has him eyeing you suspiciously as you sidle up next to him. “what are you up to?” he asks and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “nothing. i just wanted to ask you something.” kyo doesn’t respond but he’s looking at you in anticipation so you continue, “would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl in the world for $700?” it’s his turn to give you a quick eye roll which earns him a playful slap on the arm. “answer my question.” he sighs in resignation before replying definitively, “i’d kiss you for ten dollars.” “wow,” you drawl but a teasing smile tugs at your lips, “so you don’t think i’m the prettiest girl in the world?” kyo lightly bonks your head. “i already answered your question.”

over video call, you’re halfway through a game of 20 questions with YUKI when you ask him, “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for $700 or me for only ten bucks?” and you don’t expect him to already come up with an answer in an instant. “normally,” he says with emphasis, pausing for a second before he continues, “i’d kiss you.” you immediately feel your eyes turn into saucers. “what do you mean ‘normally’?!” yuki cracks up but he doesn’t relent, “i’m in college. i would need the money.” “i’m actually gonna break up with you.” he laughs harder at the empty threat before schooling his features as if to appease you, “you know you’re the most beautiful girl to me. i’d kiss you for 700 dollars.” “nice save.”

minutes have passed since you asked HATSUHARU your question yet all you’ve gotten from him so far is the blank expression on his face—he seems to be pondering over it as he stares into the distance. “so…” you speak, easing him out of his thoughts, “what’s your answer?” he then looks you in the eye and says, “i’d kiss you.” at the tip of your tongue sits a teasing comment in an attempt to dare hatsuharu to name someone prettier than you but he cuts you off with a kiss, his lips on yours, immediately wiping the smirk off your face. when he eventually pulls away, his expression is still as neutral as ever. “that’s ten dollars.” bastard.

“hi, tori.” you walk over to HATORI where he’s sat at his desk, reading some files at the moment but he doesn’t mind your intrusion into his workspace. “hi, sweetheart.” “you busy?” “i have time,” he says as he takes off his glasses. “okay. i have a question.” hatori swivels in his chair away from his table, making room for you to sit on his lap which you happily do. “okay,” you repeat, “would you kiss me for ten dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700?” that is the last thing hatori expected to come out of your mouth but he decides to play along, taking his time to mull it over. “just say i’m ugly,” you joke which elicits a chuckle from him. “you know i don’t think that.” “then what’s your answer?” “i would kiss you,” he says sincerely. as soon as he catches the telltale sign of you holding back a smirk, he quickly adds, “don’t ask-” “who’s prettier than me then?” you interrupt, satisfied with yourself when hatori only sighs. he knew it.

[mikrokcsmos]

Marriage Material

synopsis; in which you witness firsthand exactly how much your boyfriend loves you (and distrusts all men).

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. taehyung

genre; minor angst, mainly fluff, humor, established relationship, bts run au

rating; PG-13

warnings; none just a jealous koo <3

w/c; 985

a/n; this debate was too cute. and this idea is even cuter. but jungkook be the cutest.

In his defense, you knew he was a very jealous person.

In your defense, it was his brother.

Jungkook does his best to catch your eye, but you’re too busy, to invested, in helping his older brother out with a perilla leaf.

Once it’s separated, you ask his brother if he’ll need help with more. You may be oblivious to your boyfriend’s agitation, but his brother isn’t.

Jeon Jung Hyun just chuckles nervously, grunting quietly to himself as Jungkook kicks his shin underneath the table again, before telling you no.

“It’s okay, y/n. My brother’s a grown man.”

He chides in from his seat across from you.

“Love, I do the same thing for you all the time and you are a grown man. Sometimes, people need help.”

As you say this, your focus is on perfecting your own perilla leaf, which ironically, you start to have trouble with. Your tongue sticks out in concentration, only for you to puff out your cheeks in minor frustration.

Seeing you having trouble, makes Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he lets out a quiet sigh in resignation. Later — he would explain in great detail exactly how he feels on the matter, but right now you needed him.

Wiping off his chopsticks with a napkin, he stretches out his arm, chopsticks aimed in determination to resolve your problem. When he sees your eyes light up from his help, he wants to puff out his chest the same way a superhero does, cause that’s how he feels whenever he helps you.

Whether it be reaching something up high for you, pulling out your chair and tucking it in, wiping specks of food off your face, giving you the last slice of pizza or bite of food in general (which is how you really know he’s in love with you), or separating a perilla leaf—

His eyes squint involuntarily as he thinks of that last one, but what he doesn’t realize is he’s still staring at you as he does it. You pause your chewing, brows raising in confusion at the look he’s giving you. You swallow.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re about to murder me?”

“What?”

He snaps out of it instantly, sheepish smile on display at getting caught in his own head. His eyes flicker to his brother’s momentarily, and it has Jung Hyun stuffing his face with another perilla leaf you helped him with earlier in order to avoid his brother’s wrath. It only fuels his jealousy.

Following his line of sight, you find him glaring at his brother and frown.

“What’s with the gloomy face, y/n?”

Taehyung asks in question, sitting back down next to Jungkook, now back from his trip to the bathroom. Jungkook’s head swivels to yours.

“Did I do something wrong, love?”

You try to think back to moment’s later, head replaying the past in flashes until you sit up straight, eyes widening in epiphany.

“This has to do with that perilla leaf debate, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook tries his best to look everywhere but at you, and Taehyung stares between you both in amusement, chuckling.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” He lightly elbows Jungkook, who leans away from him, choosing to stay silent, but you know better now.

His hand fidgets with the straw in his cup as he nervously pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. That’s all you need to see, though, your hand coming to lay on his.

“Jungkook, love, look at me.”

He does. For only a minute. Eyes now focusing on Taehyung who leans into Jungkook to prod further.

“Y/N, did you help his brother with a perilla leaf, per chance?”

You purse your lips, as does Jungkook.

“I did.”

“Ah.” He nods, then leans back against the booth with his arms crossed. He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder.

“Are they gonna fall in love now, and get married?” Taehyung jestures, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension he’s slowly beginning to feel. Jungkook’s brother stays silent, fully aware it’s best not to add to the growing tension he didn’t mean to cause.

You give Taehyung a hard stare. He backs off, hands up in defense.

“Hey Tae, let’s go pay for the meal, yeah?” Jung Hyun offers suddenly, and Taehyung gives him a grateful smile.

“Yep! See you both…in a minute.”

Just like that, they walk away.

Taking the opportunity, you slide out of your seat and take Taehyung’s, now side by side with Jungkook. Again, you attempt to gain his attention by taking his hand in yours. This time, it works.

“You know I love you, right?” You start, tone soft.

“Of course.” He angles his body to face yours better, and now that he no longer has the napkin to play with, he defaults to playing with your fingers instead.

“You know I would never leave you—,” you wiggle your fingers in his grip for emphasis with your next words. “—especially when the whole reason we’re having dinner in this nice restaurant is to celebrate our engagement.”

He rubs the back of his neck, tilting it back to look at the elegant light fixture above the table for a split second, before fixing his gaze back on yours.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.” You caress his hand with the back of your thumb, eyes full of nothing but understanding.

No judgement.

“It’s just, how did I get so lucky that you chose me of all people to spend the rest of your life with?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you put this ring on my finger, love.” You smile warmly at him, and his whole body fills with content. When you kiss, it makes every worry of his slip away, and all he can think about is how he can’t wait to marry you.

[redvexillum]

Y/N: Alastor! Look! I didn't know Hell has pumpkins! We should carve pumpkins together!

Alastor: Hmm, well then, I suppose I can carve...[his grin stretches until his lips split through his cheeks] ...a warning to our enemies into mine.

Y/N: ...Or...maybe you could carve a smiley face?

Alastor: [Sighing, he tuts at you] My dear, I assure you, my enemies will not fear a smiley face...unless...[With a dark grin, he melds into the shadows, taking one of the pumpkins with him]

Y/N: Unless what? Alastor? Unless what?!

Vox's Assistant: Sir, you have a special delivery? From your... [she squints her eyes trying to read the handwritten note] "Old Pal?"

Vox: What? [He swivels his chair around, his one eye already turning into a pattern of hypnotic circles]

The box was dripping of some sort of liquid and it suspiciously smells of...pumpkins?

(*whispers* Yes, this is Sunshine and Vox from my story "Mandatory Overtime")

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[tahdashi]

CRAWLING INTO HIS LAP. . .

✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader

✦ a/n: i am a physical touch and sweet pet name enthusiast

✦ ARTEM came back from the firm a few hours ago. sleepiness was apparent in the way he sat on the couch — his feet propped up on the coffee table and a cup of tea in his hand. his head was thrown back to rest on the back of the couch, and you could see the way that the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow down a bit. the last of the golden sun cast its honeyed rays into the living room, surrounding your boyfriend in a comforting glow. you made your way over to him, careful not to let the floor creak too loud underneath you. as he sees you approach, artem places the cup aside and lets you lift his arm so that you can slide under it, settling against his chest with a hum. "oh, hi, sweetheart." his words are laced with a yawn and his sapphire eyes gleam with adoration. "do you need something?" you shake your head, curling into his chest and adjusting your legs on top of his. your arms make their way around his torso, enveloping him in your scent and warmth. "i just missed you," you murmur into him. you feel his lips press into the top of your head, and soon, his hand rubbing circles into your back. and before you know it, your bodies sleep peacefully as the sun retreats.

✦ MARIUS always takes time for himself between meetings. he scrolls through his phone at his desk, sipping on an iced coffee that was a bit watered down, but still did the job of keeping him awake for the rest of his busy day. he sees you come in from the corner of his eye and immediately swivels the chair around in your direction. his hands find your waist, and he widens his legs so you can find your place between them. as you settle into his lap, marius’ hands trace shapes into your back. “hey, missed me?” you nod into his chest and marius, a bit too delighted with your answer, coos as he presses kisses all over your face. you can’t even push him away if you tried — the obnoxious sound of each kiss fills the room. “you’re so cute, did you know that?” “hmm, not like my boyfriend tells me every day.” and with that, marius nods profusely, knowing he’s the boyfriend that gets to see your pretty face each day (and also the one to kiss you all over — lucky him). you try to push yourself up from his lap, but his arms don’t let you. you should know better, really, because when marius gets to hold you, he has a hard time letting go.

✦ LUKE always went straight to your bed after a long day to relax. he'd woken up early this morning to head to the antique store and work on some projects for clients, followed by half his day being spent investigating a particularly challenging case. you could tell he had a hard day — his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes dull as he scrolled through his phone. you tiptoe into the room, and the second he sees you, his entire body relaxes. he reaches his arms up to stretch his body out and you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and catching him by surprise. "oh, joining me, pretty?" his arms come back down to link behind your back and he tucks you even closer to his body, leaning his head on top of yours. you pull away for a second to see his relaxed face and place a soft kiss between his previously furrowed brows. he quickly pulls you back in. "let's stay like this for a bit," he yawns. "thanks for being here with me, babe."

✦ VYN was working at his desk, sorting through some files. classical music played in the background and he hummed along to the familiar tunes that reminded him of you. a smile appears on his face the second you walk into the room, and he immediately puts all his attention on you. his eyes follow your figure as you make your way to his chair. rolling away from the desk, vyn makes room for you to carefully seat yourself on his lap. his smile never fades — he loves being close to you. "i'm sorry i've been so busy, love. just a few more files and i'm all yours." sincerity pools in his eyes, radiating warmth meant just for you. you tell him to take his time, getting comfortable and playing with his hair while he continues his work. the rosy blush never leaves his cheek just like the hand on your side never stops smoothing along your skin. your heart beats against his, and he thinks that perhaps he should always work like this.

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[emotionalsupport-ljh]

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ✧ Woozi World :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡ ･ﾟ

Sometimes Jihoon zones out.

Fluff - woozi x reader

Based on my favorite Woozi Quirk™ (ft. some of my favorite pics of Woozi World)

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Word Count: 642

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A gentle melody played from the speaker as you sat on the white couch in the Universe Factory. You played a game on your phone and let the music sink into your mind, easily enjoying the new production made by your friend. Jihoon faced you in his desk chair with his eyes closed and head bobbing, lost in the melody. He wanted to gauge your reaction as his test audience, but he got distracted enjoying his own creation a little too much.

You had noticed this behavior in him before when he listened to music; you found it endearing how it seemed like the entire world would seemingly fall away to him, leaving him alone with the bars and measures. Music was often the catalyst for his little zone-out sessions, but sometimes he was lost in his own thoughts. In those moments, he would stare out into space with blank eyes and an expression stuck on his face. Sometimes he looked cutely and stupidly happy, and sometimes he looked lost and confused. During those moments, you would indulge a little bit in being able to look at him freely before pulling him back to reality. His little quirk only deepened the crush you had on him.

As you both sat in his studio and absorbed the new music, you watched as Jihoon floated into Woozi World bit by bit. His hands tapped out every beat which led to his head following the rhythm until he closed his eyes and hummed out possible melodies for the song it would soon become. You put your phone down and enjoyed the show a little longer before finally calling out to him.

"Hey," you started in a small voice trying to coax him slowly from his reverie. It didn't work. "Hello…” you trailed, “...Jihoon." You got a little closer to him and snapped your fingers in front of his closed eyes. All it seemed to do was create a new syncopation that he held onto with his tapping fingers which had him falling deeper into the song flooding his senses.

Frustrated, you cupped your hands around your mouth and half-shouted, "Earth to Woozi World! Don't leave me behind!"

With a sharp inhale through his nose, Jihoon opened his eyes wide and stared at you. You were smiling at him like you were going to start laughing at him. A blush washed across his face as he realized that he zoned-out again. He swiveled in his chair quickly to turn the volume down to a nice ambient sound that the two of you could talk over. When he faced you again, he couldn't quite meet your eyes.

You giggled and spoke first, "You let the song loop like five times."

"I'm sorry." Even in the blue and purple lights of the Factory, you could see the blush deepen in his cheeks.

"Don't apologize," you laughed out, reaching one hand for his knee, "The song was so good; I hardly even noticed."

He finally met your adoring gaze and smiled, calming down. “Tell me what you liked about it. I wanted to gauge your reaction.”

As you started the long list of praises you had about the work and comments on potential concepts and vibes for the piece, Jihoon had relaxed into his chair comfortably, looking completely calm. You tried to recreate some of the melodies with your own voice, only to be excited when you noticed the part playing softly in the background. Your input was precious to Jihoon; he watched and listened intently to all your ideas. His face stilled in a soft smile and his eyes were locked on the stars that sparkled in your eyes as you continued to talk about his music. He fell back into his own mind where the only things in his world that could ever exist were music and you.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 18) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

Friday wasn't usually so exciting, but this Friday was special, and you were damned if you were going to let anything get in the way of it.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on Henry's office and heard his usually chipper voice answer for you to come on in, smiling as you took a step inside and saw the man away from his desk, pinning more drawings that the kids had made for him and William and all the other animatronics onto the wall that was already thick with the sheer volume of them. It always made you smile, and you still had the drawings that the kids had given you when you 'saved' Spring-Bonnie. Your name was called fondly, Henry stopping what he was doing to offer you a bright smile as he stepped away from the wall.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked, smoothing down his dark curls before he sat back at his desk a little heavily, forcing the chair to spin slightly under his weight as you closed the door and sat in the little folding chair near to his desk.

"I was um...going to ask if I can be cut early today, Mr. Emily." You asked, feeling your cheeks heating up already, Henry raising an eyebrow before waving a hand dismissively with a slight chuckle.

"Please, it feels weird you calling me Mr. Emily in private," He sighed, smiling reassuringly at you as you fiddled with the edge of your confetti patterned blouse. "But why, what's up chicken? Are you not feeling well?"

"Quite the opposite, Mr-....Henry." Correcting yourself as you watched his eyebrow raise in a fatherly way that reminded you a little of a telling-off. But your cheeks continued to heat up as you couldn't help thinking about the reason you wanted the day off early. "I'm hoping the have the day off early because.. Well... I'm seeing William later tonight."

"Sorry sweetie, but that's not a-"

"At his house."

There was a pause as Henry blinked at you, his shoulders mid-shrug before relaxing and his eyes widening as he looked at you. Scanning your face to see if you were being serious before leaning back into his chair, fingers laced together and index fingers tapping each other as he made a hum in thought.

"Seriously around his house?" The question seemed almost incredulous, and it was your turn to raise an eyebrow before you slowly nodded, unsure if the man in front of you was happy or not.

"I..I think he's cooking dinner?"

"William Afton is cooking dinner for you, at his house?" He asked, receiving another small nod in reply, thoroughly confused as to why he seemed so shocked. You knew that Sarah had said that he rarely invited people to his house, but surely it wasn't such a huge deal.

"Do you have what you want to wear sorted?" The question caught you off guard, but you nodded and felt your cheeks burning as you thought of the discreet little bag waiting for you on your bed, as well as the new dress hung up on your wardrobe, waiting to be put on after your shower.

"Do you think I should bring a gift?"

"Oh... I mean...I would. He would probably find it very cute." He said, voice darkening slightly as his brow furrowed and he swivelled in his chair, making you worry that he wasn't reacting like he usually did to news about you and William. Feeling the joy about your day slowly slip away as you wondered if you were in some form of trouble as Henry spun back around, clutching something in his hands.

The older man stared at you for a second, running his hand through his curls and muttering something under his breath as he closed his eyes briefly before opening them and staring at the ceiling for a moment, making panic rise in your chest.

"What do you know...about sex?"

Blinking rapidly, you looked at the normally bouncy, happy human in front of you and the dead-serious tone with which he asked the question and suddenly you were transported back to a similarly awkward talk with your parents years ago when you hit puberty. Cheeks fully heated as your embarrassment changed course and burned brighter than before, looking at your fingers as you picked over them nervously.

"I um...I mean, I know how it..works? Like and that it's...it's special. What are you-"

"Good, good. Um.. I'm going to give you these, on the condition that they are used, young lady. But I'm also going to give you a quick rundown on what could happen." He let out a shaking breath, equally embarrassed by the whole situation as he handed over the small blue box. Letting you inspect it for a second before you froze up as you saw what they were in your hands. Heart pounding rapidly as the box of condoms rested in your hands limply, barely registering Henry as he began to talk again.

"So...When a man and a woman love each other very much..well, um, other people like women and women and men and men can love each other too! Just that, you know, since he's a man and you're a young woman...you know?" He rambled, his cheeks burning a deep maroon colour as he talked, avoiding your gaze as his fingers picked at themselves, only relenting as he began to gesticulate nervously. "So a man's-"

"OH MY GOD, HENRY!" You managed to snap him out of his rambling as you buried your head in your hands, placing the box on the edge of his desk, Henry sat quietly in his chair as you extracted yourself from the iron grip you had on your face, speaking into your hands and muffling your words slightly. "Look I don't need...I-I'll be safe if we decide to... We're taking it slow. We're still nervous about kissing each other for fucks sake!"

Henry seemed to relax at your reassurances, his shoulders releasing the tension, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and his burning cheeks the remnant of his embarrassment. Lopsided smile gracing his friendly face as he awkwardly reached out and patted your back reassuringly.

"I'm sorry..You're like a kid to me and Will's...Will's my best friend. I couldn't bear to see either of you in a situation you weren't happy in. That's how it was with Clara, and he loves Vanessa to pieces, but he wasn't happy. You both deserve to be happy." His voice was soft as he rubbed your back lightly with that same fatherly smile, allowing you time to breathe and recover before your face was fully extracted from your hands. Offering Henry a reassuring smile too. Jokingly, he placed the back of his hand to your forehead, taking your temperature as you still appeared very flushed.

"Looks like somebody's sick after all. Why don't you grab your stuff and head home? I'm sure you'll do well with a home-cooked meal." He smiled, and you smiled gratefully back, carefully opening your arms for a hug and wrapping them around him, catching him off guard before Henry wrapped his arms around you too.

"Thanks Henry, I really do appreciate it. Promise to be careful and I'm sure you'll tease me for days after this." You joked, making the man chuckle as he held you at arms length and smiled at you, his eyes crinkling slightly as he widened his eyes in mock hurt.

"Me? Tease you?! Never, chicken! But Will on the other hand is fair game."

Both much happier and relaxed about the situation, you left his office to go grab your things and cycle back home to get ready for your date. Laughing as Henry practically chucked the box after you as he made sure nobody else was watching, giving a disapproving dad finger-wag as you departed. The excitement of what the evening had in store for you crept back into your stomach now that the embarrassment cleared, and you found yourself practically vibrating as you prepared yourself to go to the Afton house.

~~

The cab had picked you up precisely on time, although you were a little surprised that it wasn't William picking you up from your house. A neatly wrapped and bow-tie presented bottle of whiskey in your lap as you slowly made your way down the gravel drive. The cab had dropped you off half-way down, as they were unsure if there was enough room to turn at the end, and suddenly the small kitten heels you'd chosen to wear seemed all too impractical as you moved slowly.

Although, you arrived exactly on time as you reached the front door and knocked, admiring the space the Afton house lived in and the house itself.

A long, winding gravel drive in between a thick copse of trees, muffling the sound of the main road and making the clearing in which the house was built peaceful. The house itself was a classic American style, front porch and all with white bannisters and fencing, the house itself painted in a faded pastel purple that looked like it needed touching up, making you wonder if it had perhaps been more vibrant once before. It was small slice of paradise hidden away from prying eyes, and for a more private man like William Afton, you could see why he enjoyed such a place.

The door opening disrupted your thoughts, and you turned to face William, smiling brightly and being caught slightly off guard as he wore an apron over his clothes. White with little bunnies on it like some house-wife despite being able to make out the black button-down tight across his broad frame and the neatly pressed slacks. His greying hair brushed through and slicked back, beard trimmed and you could smell his cologne faintly already, mixed with the smell of something delicious cooking inside.

William paused as he opened the door to you, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank you in. Little black heels, a cute little dress that the top looked a little like a button down, a small belt tied around the waist to accentuate your figure, and the deep green colour with the embroidered flowers across the collar made him melt at how sweet you looked. Your hair pulled back into a cute up-do with strands falling either side of your face, a little mascara making your doey eyes pop as they looked up at him. He felt so lucky in that moment to have somebody as colourful and as pretty as you fall for him.

Opening the door wider with a smile, he invited you inside. Quickly checking that everything was as ordered and perfect as he wanted it to be for your arrival before you stepped over the threshold.

"You look amazing tonight, bunny." He smiled, making your cheeks heat up as you shyly looked to the floor. A smile gracing your own features as you glanced up at him through thick lashes.

"You look great too, William." He chuckled at your compliment, raising an eyebrow as he gestured to the apron he was wearing.

"Oh you know, I figured that the apron really sold it. Gave me the real 'dad who can provide' look." You laughed as he poked fun at himself, making his smile wider and making a little dimple on one side as his eyes lit up. "I'm sure there's more 'hip' names for that, but it was a gift from Vanessa for Father's Day." He shrugged, turning towards the kitchen and gesturing for you to leave your shoes by the door. Padding through in his socks to go stir the food and check on it.

"So, what's for dinner then, chef?" You asked, almost hearing his eyeroll as he turned to look at you over his shoulder, tutting at you sligthly and giving you a chance to admire the kitchen.

The floor was neatly tiled, cabinets painted a cool white with a dark granite countertop to work on. A back-splash above the gas-stove and a good few selections of knife-blocks and cutting boards made you raise your eyebrow as you looked at William curiously.

"There's...a lot of knives?"

"Ah, yeah. Were you an art kid growing up?" He asked, making you blink as you wondered if he was brushing off the question, brow furrowing as you shrugged slightly.

"Yes?"

"Remember all the times your relatives got you paper reams and cheap pencils cause they didn't know what else to get you?"

"So...the cooking equivalent is knives?"

"Cheap knives. I keep my good ones hidden for my own use. And my sanity." He winked, making you laugh as you looked at the three or four blocks taking up counter space, shaking your head and sighing dramatically as you leaned against one of the counters near to him, earning you a curious side-eye.

"Guess that's my plans for your birthday out of the window."

"I say this with all the respect in the world for you, bunny. You get me knives for my birthday, I'm going to use them to make the worst meal imaginable and sit and watch you eat it." He threatened teasingly, making you giggle as you shook your head. Biting at your lip as you stood on your toes to try and peer at what was being made, only to have a large hand shoo you off with a smile on William's face.

He wasn't sure he'd ever smiled so much as when he was around you.

"Geez, that is a serious threat. Alright, baking trays it is!" You joked, making him groan and shake his head as he gestured to a cabinet by your leg, watching you as you curiously opened it and laughed as you found plenty of trays all neatly stacked together inside. "Is there anything you actually want?"

"A stand mixer?" He suggested, glancing at your hands and realising that you were carrying a neatly wrapped box and raising an eyebrow at you as he nodded towards it. "Going to a party after?"

"Oh! It's um...it's for you." Smiling shyly as you held it out, having forgotten that you had even carried it with you. William paused for a moment before he wiped his hands with a cloth and took it gingerly, smiling softly as his shoulders relaxed slightly. His large, rough fingers working quickly to undo the bow and pick apart the paper like it was a precious thing in itself.

His eyes widened as he looked at the contents, the box with the bottle of whiskey inside felt heavy in his hand and he couldn't help but wonder how much of your paycheque you'd spent in acquiring it. Looking back up at you before he placed the box down, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head softly.

"Thank you, bunny. It's a wonderful gift, and..I have one to give you after dinner. Maybe you'd like a glass of whiskey with me, since you so nicely provided one for us?" He asked, feeling you nod with your head pressed to his broad chest. Reluctantly letting go of you to open a cupboard above your head and pulling out two glasses for the pair of you, carefully opening the bottle and pouring two fingers each to savour and clinking his glass to yours. "To us, and this hopefully wonderful dinner."

"To us, and this it-already-smells-damn-good dinner." You chuckled, William joining in too as he snuck a kiss from you before the glass could reach your lips. Melting under his touch as he moved back to the stove, silvery eyes bright as he brought the glass to his lips and watched you do the same.

~~

"That was amazing William, thank you for cooking for us." The older man rubbed the back of his neck nervously, smiling at your compliment as you both finished eating, sitting back the wooden seats of the dining table that had been so perfectly laid out for dinner. Dark napkins on the plates, bright silverware, good quality glasses, a worn bronze candle holder the centre piece with a white candle burning down, the warm light flickering across both of your faces as you ate by relative candle-light.

"Thank you for coming and joining me. It's a nice break from chicken nuggets and peas and the occasional Freddy's pizza."

"Vanessa's a picky eater? With a cook like you for a dad?" You asked, incredulous as William groaned, running a hand over his face and disrupting his gold wire aviators before he settled them back into place.

"You'd think it would be the opposite! I usually get her to eat different things but sometimes it's just a lazy cooking day, you know?" He asked, sipping the last of his drink down as he looked at you. Admiring your features in the candle-light and wondering if he had been right in seeing a slip of black under the collar of the dress as you'd shifted and moved during dinner, moving the thought out of his mind as he felt a fluttering in his stomach.

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked suddenly, making you look at him in surprise, cheeks burning as you looked shyly at the table, head tilted slightly to one side.

"I...I don't really know how to dance." The reply made him pause, but he chuckled and stood up, slowly padding over to you and tucking one arm behind his back, offering the other to you as he approached your chair. Now that he wasn't wearing the apron, the black shirt and slacks in the candle-light made him look dark and mysterious. Like something out of a romance novel you once read.

"Then it's a good job you're not wearing your heels." Laughing as he joked with you, taking his arm and allowing William to guide you back through the door and towards the kitchen, leaving you a little confused until you turned left instead of right and ended up in the lounge.

What struck you first was how the furniture was arranged oddly, pushed back and leaving a large clear space in the centre, until you realised that it was cleared for the pair of you. William reaching to one side and pushing a button on the music system that you hadn't even noticed besides you as he smiled down at you, the soft music playing gently. The first few notes catching you off guard as you tipped your head to one side, trying to recognise it before smiling.

"Claire de lune?"

"You have a good ear, bunny." He complimented, taking your arm and guiding you to the cleared floor. Looking to you for permission before one of his large hands settled on the small of your back, pulling you close to his body whilst the other held your hand lightly. Towering over you as the closeness made your heart pound dramatically in your chest. "Why don't you step on my feet, I promise you won't hurt me." He suggested lowly, letting you press your body to his as you did as he asked. Shifting slightly to account for the additional weight before he began to move.

William Afton danced with a lot of grace, his expression a soft frown of focus even though his eyes sparked in the way that you had come to recognise as him truely being happy. The soft music and the way the world spun as you danced feeling like something from a fairytale as the warmth of his hand on your back made your stomach flutter nervously, his cologne filling your sense and taking over as you let him move your smaller body. A dreamy look on your own expression as he moved you, William found his heart melting more and more with each twirl and excited laugh as he spun you. He wished he could smell your perfume all the time, have you in his arms like that forever.

Eventually though, the dance ended, both of your breathing slightly quickly from the movements despite the fact that William had been doing all the work for you both. Cheeks flushed as he looked down at you, a warm smile coming to light as he removed his hand from yours and reached into his pockets, brow furrowed slightly before he found what he was looking for and kept his hand on your back, allowing you a chance to step back however.

Looking at what he was holding, your heart felt like it stopped as you saw the black velvet flat box, eyes wide as he expertly used his thumb to flip the catch and open it up and revealed a delicate silver chain with a clear gem pendant on it. Tears pricked at your eyes and made you feel hot as he kissed the top of your head adoringly.

"I wanted to get you something special. You're special to me and I..." He paused, swallowing softly as you looked up at him, seeing William struggle to get his words out as he took a shaking breath and steadied his nerves.

"I haven't seen you when you're sick, or when you're angry or even if anything aside from your best clothes, pjs that one time and the honestly ridiculous uniform at work. But...Whenever I see you, you look radiant. I couldn't ask for somebody more perfect in my life, and you have made me so happy. I tried to find the right words to say all this, and so, so much more." He said, breath shaking slightly as he forced himself to keep looking into your eyes, feeling your body tensing against his hand slightly. "And all I could find was; I love you."

The words took your breath away, tears spilling down your cheeks and William's face turning into shocked concern before you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close and holding onto him as tightly as you could. His broad body tensing up before relaxing and wrapping around you too, placing his chin ontop of your head and holding onto you as you tried to compose yourself in his chest.

"I-I love you too, William."

"It makes me an even happier man to hear that, bunny." He whispered, planting another chaste kiss against your head before your arms moved and allowed him to move. Gently taking the necklace from the box and undoing the clasp, your body moving automatically and feeling his rough fingers ghost against your neck as the cool metal sat between your collarbones and across your skin. Turning around so he could see it and smiling brightly, his hand reaching up and touching where it sat, making your chest tighten and stomach flutter nervously.

"It's beautiful, thank you."

"Nothing could be as beautiful as you, not to me." He said softly, moving his hand up and cupping your cheek softly, leaning in and claiming your lips gently. Feeling how you trembled in his arms and holding you close, lips moving together in the way only somebody who knew them so well could, his beard scratching at your face slightly before you parted. His eyes hazy for a moment before they focused on you. "Would you like to cuddle with me and watch a movie?"

You nodded, and he kissed you once again before he gave your hip a gentle squeeze. Guiding you out of the way before he grabbed one end of the couch that had been taken out of it's usual position. Grunting as he moved it back into place quickly and grabbing the remote, sitting down with a breath of finality and laying his arm across the back of it as the tv turned on. Letting you lay across his side and your head next to his heart, listening to the strong thump of it inside as he scrolled through the options available.

"Do you remember being locked in the office together?"

"How could I forget?" He groaned, chuckling and looking down at you, moving his arm to wrap around you and his eyes scrunching up as he felt himself blushing slightly as he looked at you adoringly. "You looked so cute, asleep against me."

"That's still embarrassing!" You groaned, making him chuckle and shake his head as he looked at you.

"Why? It was the first time I ever thought about kissing you." He admitted, making you pause as you blinked up at him, checking he was serious as he smiled lopsidedly. His thumb stroking across your shoulder in a way that felt familiar to you, vaguely recalling it was something he'd done when he started to drift off too on that day.

"Then why don't you show me how you wanted to kiss me then?" You weren't sure where the boldness had come from, and it even caught William by surprise before he smiled. Moving his other hand so that it helped to support you, leaning in slowly and whispering against your lips before he claimed it.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The words were as delicious as his kiss. His lips claiming yours with a soft intensity that had your mind reeling as they moved with yours. A soft whimper escaping you as the intensity filled you, consumed you. The noise spurred him on, tongue wiping across your bottom lip before pressing into your mouth, yours moving with his as they danced together. Slow at first, but that quiet intensity building up as his grip on you tightened slightly. William was keeping himself in check however, though it was made harder by the little noises you made that made something in him a little feral. Biting at your lip gently when he moved to part the kiss, tugging at it slightly and feeling a sense of satisfaction with how pink the skin looked after he'd claimed it. Your eyes glazed over slightly before you seemed to come to, as if waking from a dream.

"Was that satisfactory, bunny?" Chuckling as your cheeks flushed and he cradled one in his large palm, feeling the heat from it as you looked up at him. Clearly deciding on something before you moved against his side.

Carefully, you moved and allowed your thumping heart to take control, stomach tight with nerves as you focused on his expressions as you straddled his lap. Hearing the sharp intake of breath as your weight settled against him, both quiet and looking at each other as his hands settled on your hips, holding you still as you seemed to be gauging each other's reactions.

"I feel like this is you asking for more." He teased, making your cheeks burn brighter and he chuckled somewhat darkly as you nodded. Freeing one hand from your hip and cupping your chin, thumb stroking your bruised lip as he held you against him. Sure you could feel his pounding heart too. "I don't want a nod, bunny, I need to hear you say it if you want more."

"I...Please. Please William, can we...may I have more?" You asked, feeling your chest tightening as he looked at you so seriously, planting a soft kiss onto your lips, letting it linger as his hand moved back to your waist. Gasping into the kiss as he experimentally dragged your hips across his, trembling softly under his grip and hearing a groan escaping him too.

"Good girl for using your words. But remember we can stop at any time okay? You control the pace here." He whispered against your lips, waiting for you to nod before he carefully reached between you and slowly undid the belt on your dress, ghosting over your form as his fingers began to work on the buttons and allow it to fall away from your body.

"And i-if I want more?"

"Well, now you know how to ask so nicely for it."

[kiachiako]

carpe diem | l.hc

pairing |  gamer!haechan x female!reader

synopsis | You know you’re in trouble when your heart starts beating a little faster around Lee Haechan, professional flirt and someone any of your friends would advise against falling for. Then why are you standing in front of his door at the dead of night, lured by his offer of games, marijuana, and quality time with the man himself?

content | gamer!haechan, coder!reader, fluff, angst, language warning, drug usage, suggestive

wc | 5.1k

song | let’s get lost — g-eazy ft. devon baldwin

a/n | wish i could put into words how much i adore the vibe in this fic :(( hope you enjoy it just as much and leave any and all feedback at the end, i love reading your thoughts <3 ly

[h__chan06, 11:23PM] come over

You glance over at your phone as it lights up next to you, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as your attention is stolen from the code on your monitors. With a snap of your gum and a knowing smile, you return back to the task at hand after scanning the chat notification that disappears just as quickly as it came.

It’s 11pm, and you know your night has only just started; as a compsci uni student by day and someone’s whose late hours are reserved by more… underground jobs, you’re used to the twilight that accompanies you as you work. Seoul’s neon city lights illuminate your apartment on their own as your fingers fly across the keyboard in your lap, lips pursed as your gaze races over each line of code in concentration.

You sigh when your clean slate of java is interrupted by a call pop-up that inconveniently takes up the entirety of your main screen. You’re about to click the red decline button when another text pops up, h__chan06’s < u better pick up > pressuring you into accepting.

“Y/N,” Haechan’s voice echoes throughout your room, filling the previous silence with his raspy tone. It sounds like he just woke up, and frankly, you think it’s the most attractive thing you’ve heard all week.

You hum softly in response.

“I’m bored,” he complains lowly, the sound of rubbing fabric transmitting over your speaker letting you know that he’s probably swathed in blankets in true Haechan fashion. “Want you to come game with me.”

You look up through your eyelashes at the digital blue light time on your wall, groaning when you remember that you have a 2am shift in a few hours at the 24-hour PC Bang that you completely forgot about.

“You know I can’t game for shit, Haechan.”

You hear him scoff at that, his mumbled, “says the literal game hacker,” making you giggle. You swivel around in your comfy desk chair, pushing your way to one of the glass walls of your apartment.

“It’s just,” you continue, staring out into the night cityscape, “I’ve got code due tomorrow for Prof Jung and I really wanna finish it before my part-time at the internet cafe.”

And you might be a little scared of spending alone time with the boy that makes your heart flutter a bit too much, but you would never admit that out loud.

“Please, Y/N,” the boy pleads with you. “Umm, I also just rolled if you want some.”

Your ears definitely perk up at that. Even though your assignment isn’t finished and it’s never the best idea to show up high to your job, you find yourself shrugging on a zip-up and grabbing your keys before you can even register your own actions.

Only a few hours can’t hurt, right?

…

Wrong.

It’s been five minutes of standing in front of Haechan’s apartment door — which just happens to reside in the same complex as yours — and you’re starting to think this is a bad idea.

Actually, this was a bad idea starting from the very first time you were introduced to Lee Haechan.

You still remember that day so clearly in your head; Mark had texted you and your friend group to meet up at his new apartment just days before sophomore year of uni started a year ago, his title as your best friend winning your free time over immediately as you headed a few floors down from your own home with Jaehyun and Karina. You were elated to be in the same building with Mark Lee, because that meant free rides to your classes in his classy Mustang and not having to jog a few blocks down the campus residences for weekly rom com reruns anymore.

However, what you had not expected to see was a brand new face as the three of you entered the spacious apartment, an unfamiliar boy’s laugh ringing throughout the foyer as if he had known your friends for an entire lifetime.

You were introduced to Lee Haechan a few moments later, his relaxed nature and confident smile drawing everyone to him immediately. The integration of his presence into your circle of friends was almost instantaneous.

It turned out that Haechan was Mark’s new roommate (and new competition for the title of his best friend, unfortunately), and somehow had every girl on campus hanging on to the sweet words that dripped out of his pretty mouth; it was just too easy to get hooked on his saccharin voice. He was truthfully too attractive for his own good with his sharp wit and dazzling smile, his model-like dimensions and the headphones/hoodie duo that drove female classmates to their graves with his gamer boyfriend appeal.

It was mostly wariness that kept you from growing close with Haechan, not really sure of what to think of him and his flirty tendencies although he had been nothing but friendly with you in the presence of your now shared friends.

One particular night after exams, the lot of you were over at their place to unwind after such a mentally demanding past few months. A few of the boys were busy trying to concoct something edible in the kitchen (it was most definitely not edible, as you had the “pleasure” of experiencing a few hours later), while Karina and Taeyong were hooked up in the most intense match of Mario Kart you had ever seen in your life.

“Shit,” Mark had mumbled, groaning as his eyes raked over the contents of their empty fridge. “Y/N,” you lifted your head to glance at him as you snuggled up against Karina’s side on the couch, skirt splayed on the cushions while watching the game intently. “I told Haechan to buy the soju today, but this fucker can’t even remember his own address,” he stared pointedly at said boy, Haechan’s innocent expression throwing you off guard, “so I’m not surprised that he forgot the drinks. Can you run to the convenience store down the street real quick and get some?”

You reluctantly got up from your comfy spot on the couch and made your way over to Mark, pulling his free hoodie over your form and tracing a frowny face on his fore-arm as your best friend pulled you into an apology hug.

“He’ll go with you and pay,” Mark nodded to Haechan, who shrugged and grabbed his card before holding the front door open for you with a wicked grin. “Play nice, Hyuck.”

You shuffled a few steps behind him as the two of you made your way out of the apartment complex and through the city night’s light drizzle, hair dampening when you neglected to pull up your hood.

You remember glancing up to him in surprise when Haechan suddenly turned around and tugged you forward by the sleeve, rivulets of raindrops tipping his lashes and glistening down his neck as he pulled you into a run with a wide smile.

“Let’s race.”

It had come as a surprise to you how easily you complied, eyes creased in elation as the rain poured down on your sprinting forms. The two of you weaved through umbrella clad people hurrying to escape the oncoming storm, a boy you barely knew leading you through shallow puddles and blinking crosswalks.

You were soaked by the time you got to the 24-hour convenience store, expressions painted with pure giddiness as you stepped into its artificial lights. The cashier had eyed the two of you with the greatest disdain, his gaze burning into the small spot of growing water pooling at the entrance under your figures.

Following Haechan into the alcohol aisle, you startled when a soft ding of your phone interrupted your euphoric haze. An immediate grimace graced your face.

“What is it? A new assignment?” He leaned closer to peer at your phone, warm breath reaching your cheek as his shoulder brushed against yours. Noticing the shaky inhale you had taken, he leaned back, amused. “I make you nervous, don’t I.”

You looked at him, incredulous.

“Never,” you answered, mentally kicking yourself at how unsure you sounded. The butterflies that you felt like vomiting gave yourself away nonetheless. “I don’t even know you.”

Haechan raised an eyebrow at you before dragging a chair out at the little window table in the corner of the store. Patting the seat across from him, he poured you a shot of soju and brushed a wet strand of hair out of your eyes.

“Then let me.”

You had sat there with Haechan for far too long that night, discovering every little thing he was willing to give up: from his area of study (“I’ll give you my old Python notes for Prof Cho’s lectures,” he had offered. “As your resident game development major and a survivor of the infamous Cho experience, I hereby grant you the right to all of my past cheat sheets and tests) to his unwavering loyalty to grape juice of all things (“You monster.” You had simply taken one sip of your apple drink before pausing with your lips hovering over the straw, feeling absolutely violated with the kicked puppy look he was giving you. “Apple over grape? Monster.)

The two of you had returned to Mark and Haechan’s flat hours later than you were supposed to, the former blaming his roommate for distracting you because he knew Haechan and his tendencies much better than anyone else did. Jaehyun had immediately swept you away in a game of Jenga (you thought it was a mystery why he enjoys a children’s game so much, but is it really?), so you were left with no other chance to speak with Haechan that night, even though he would shoot you a secret smile every chance he got.

It never escalated further.

School resumed like normal and suddenly everyone was busy again. Sure, you and Haechan were still friendly, but you hung out with the other guys much more than you did with him. A part of you was just so unsure about the type of guy he really was; you heard of his midnight escapades far too often to think that he was ever sincere in any interaction with a girl, nonetheless with you. It seemed like the boy that had run with you in the thundering rain and shared his stance on grape juice with passion was simply a figment of your imagination, a fleeting moment among thousands for him. You weren’t hurt nor surprised, already warned of his flowery words that you assumed were customized for each pretty girl that had the fatal luck of meeting Lee Haechan.

But he never made a true advance on you. Whenever your friend group got together, it was just meaningless flirting: the kind that caused your heart to flare up that you desperately pleaded with it to not react to someone like that. It was a sort of game almost, the type where you joked around with him when the time came, but never enough that you would be left with him for more than ten minutes. He still scolded Mark for making fun of you and offered you to smoke with him on more occasions than you’d like to admit, but that was it. A few weak moments in your judgment when you would give in to his offer for help on coding assignments and a free blunt.

As those memories play in your head, you bring your fingers up to your temples in frustration with yourself. You’re always careful with your heart, and you know that his words do affect you in a way they really shouldn't. You’ve been trying to avoid Haechan lately because you think the flirting might have actually gotten to your head. And yeah, you’re probably hyper aware of the scent of his cologne and the mere way he carries himself, but you’re determined to never fall in the traps of your own rapid heartbeat and warming cheeks.

“So then why am I here-” your mumbles stop when the door to the apartment you’ve been standing in front of swings open, the culprit leaning against its frame as his eyes flick over to you.

“Because you get swayed too easily, angel,” Haechan grins at you, his sweatpants and oversized hoodie hanging off his figure so well that you actually think it’s unfair. “And c’mon. We all know that you’ve just been dying to see me.”

You just gape at him before he laughs and tugs you inside, hand reaching up to squish your cheeks together.

“Don’t do that,” you pout after a few moments, pushing his hands away as you feel your face warm.

“I couldn’t resist, love,” he drawls, a Cheshire like smile overtaking his visage as he gestures for you to follow him into the living room. You take a seat on the floor with your back against the couch as you watch him move around, picking up two game controllers from the console before flicking the TV on and returning to sit next to you. The glittering lights of Seoul’s nightlife casts an eerie glow on Haechan’s side profile, all the sharp lines and curves of his face highlighted as you observe him.

Curious, you pick up one of the controllers and fiddle with it before shifting your body towards him.

“Why’d you text me though? You have so many other friends that probably game better than I do.”

Haechan doesn’t take his eyes off the screen as he replies to your valid inquiry, patting the space next to him so you’d move closer.

“You’re the only one that lives near here besides Mark, who decided that late-night practicing for his drivers license test is more important than playing games with me,” he jokes, shooting you a small grin before booting up the game home screen.

Oh.

Wait, no. That’s perfectly logical, you think to yourself.

…then why am I disappointed?

You hum in understanding before looking back up at the loading game.

“Want a hit?” the boy next to you offers, holding out a rolled joint between his index finger and thumb that wasn’t there before. You nod slowly and he takes the initiative to slot it between your lips, fingers grazing your chin in the slightest as he lights the end for you. You take a long pull, closing your eyes and sitting back as your insides fill with warmth with an exhale. Handing the joint back to him, he brings it to his lips and lets the smoke snake out his mouth before dissipating throughout the living room. “You needed that, hmm?”

Your glazed eyes tell him all he needs to know as he starts the video game on his TV, fingers busy setting up your characters and controls on the home screen. You watch his hands in a trance, not realizing that you’ve spaced out until he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Thinking about me already, angel,” he teases, hiding his hands behind his back. You hit him lightly and reach for the joint again.

“Shush, Haechan.” He simply blows a smoke ring towards your face in retaliation before reaching over to click a button on your own controller as your vision clears.

“Look here,” he instructs, positioning his fingers over yours so that he can guide you through each symbol and its uses. His cold skin leaves goosebumps as he leaves his palms resting against the back of your own hand. “This red one means shoot, and this one will allow you to pick up things. You press the back of the controller here,” Haechan maneuvers your fingers with his slowly as he talks, “to move forward. Makes sense?”

You nod with wide eyes, still shivering at the contact of his hands on yours. Haechan takes notice of the little bumps against your wrist as his pointer finger rubs against the back of yours.

“Aww, Y/N,” he coos, scrunching his nose at you, “you're nervous.” You protest and pull your hands away from his grasp, failing to come up with a coherent response. He chuckles under his breath at your attempt to escape him, instead grasping your arm and making you sit impossibly close to him so that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body.

With a dreamy look in his eyes and another long, hooded gaze in your direction, he takes another puff before grabbing his own controller. Silver bracelets clinking on his wrist, he shoots you a small smirk before starting the game with one click and settling forward so he can concentrate.

“I’m gonna lose so badly,” you grumble, watching the screen as the world spawns around your two avatars. Your character already seems like it’s suffering, taking hit after hit from the boy next to yours as she crumbles in ten seconds flat. “Kinda hate you right now, Haechan. And you too,” you squint at your girl’s name, “Widowmaker. What kind of person would call their character Widowmaker…” you add on with a mutter, frowning at her. You miss Haechan glancing at you with a small smile and a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I’m betting on it, angel,” he replies to your first words with a snicker after a few seconds, entirely shameless as he completely destroys whatever’s occurring on the TV. He sticks his tongue out to wet his lips as he immerses himself completely in the game. “You’re gonna give me something if I win, no?”

“I- what? When did I ever…?” you mutter with confusion as Haechan jumps to his knees with a shout. You watch with dread as blood splotches appear in your vision and the hearts that indicate your number of lives blink to a null gray, the girl that was supposed to help you win getting hit straight in the chest with her multitude of weapons and abnormally short crop top — you don’t know how her outfit was supposed to be of use, but you assumed that maybe Haechan’s character would have a moment of unclarity and propose or something.

“I won! And I even went easy on you, angel.”

And there it is in all its glory. A bright, green “You Win!” mocking you on his side of the screen while yours just flashes red as your character sinks to the ground in despair.

“Uh uh, Haechan,” you protest, turning towards him with your hands reaching for his controller. “We did not have a win-lose system set up and you know that I’m bad at this.” The said boy merely leans forward and taps his head with his finger pretending to think.

“I’ll give you my car for a week if you win,” he proposes, reaching for the controllers again. Your eyes widen.

“No fucking way,” you say, grinning as you lean forwards. “A month.”

“Two weeks, angel. Don’t push it.”

“A month.”

Haechan slumps against the couch, refusing to look at your pleading face and adorable expression.

“Fine,” he grumbles, defeated. “A month.”

“Yes!” you exclaim, shuffling in your spot with glee and crossing your legs to get ready for the next round. You are desperate for that car; having it would mean no more running to catch the train at 9pm after a botched lecture from your professors who seem to not know what a clock is. And, of course, midnight garlic bread runs without being scared shitless of what could be following you in the dark. “Need to focus…”

Haechan’s gaze zeros in on you, your tongue poking out of your tongue in concentration and your eyes enlarged with a newfound eagerness.

“Haa…” he breathes out, “cute.” You ignore your warming cheeks after hearing his words and nudge him to start the game, the soft look on his face catching you off guard to the point where you have to look away.

With a beeping countdown, another match of Overwatch starts and you’re left in the most concentrated state you’ve been since your last phase of, “I’m-going-to-get-all-perfect-marks-in-school-this-semester” (which isn’t actually saying much because you did not in fact get perfect marks that semester). With your gaze locked on your character and hands poised on your controller, you maneuver yourself carefully through the rotted terrain and hide from Haechan’s lingering avatar.

“I’m not letting you win,” you warn him with your most menacing tone, making your on-screen character do a 360 before shooting a warning shot into the far distance.

“Mm?” he hums, clicking rapidly on his own controller before turning to you, “you can’t win with me, angel.” You still at his words, scared to say something that will give away how truly nervous Haechan makes you. There’s something more in that sentence that you just can’t pinpoint.

After a moment of staring off into space, you regain consciousness and shake your head to clear your mind. “Focus…”

And that’s when you see it; Haechan’s avatar is crouched on top of a crumbling building at the corner of your vision, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot you down from above. He’s got his weapon aimed directly at you and the mere size of the thing scares you — and you’re not even the one being shot.

With dozens of quick solutions and methods running through your head to get out of your impending death, the worst possible thing you could do crosses your mind as you spy Haechan’s finger press down on the shoot button.

Just do it. You want to win? Just do it.

“Fuck it,” you whisper, pushing his controller out of his hands.

“Why would you-” he starts before stilling, the feeling of your fingers clutched around the fabric of his sweatshirt and being pulled in close to you shocking him into silence.

You let yourself lose all rational sense as you give him a tiny kiss, your body shuddering slightly at the simple feeling of his lips on yours. Only meaning to stall him for a few seconds, you reluctantly pull back and turn back to the screen to finish off the game. With one small click and a few splatters of blood on your display, you jump up with excitement as the “You Win!” finally appears for your victorious all-kill.

Before you can even turn to Haechan and taunt him with your victory, he twists his body so he can hover over you, pinning your wrists in one hand and bringing the other up to your face. You stare up at him with wide eyes with your noses just centimeters from each other, and you’re so close that you could connect your lips once again if you really wanted to. And you really want to.

Before you can fully process the position the two of you are in however, Haechan brushes his thumb against your cheekbone and switches his gaze between your eyes.

“You think you can just do that and not face the consequences? Hmm?” he whispers just next to your ear, his warmth breath reaching your neck as you shiver slightly under his touch. “Use your words.”

“The game?” you mumble dumbly, unable to pull anything coherent from your brain at the moment.

“I don’t care about the fucking game, Y/N,” Haechan replies, one of his hands smoothly moving up to hold the back of your neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment… you’re going to make it up to me, angel.”

With that, he fastens his lips to yours once again, letting out a small groan when he pulls you into his lap and presses your body into his. His kisses are deep and hard as he pulls you in by the waist and slips your zip up off your shoulders, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth making your head dizzy.

The taste of marijuana and raspberry lingers in your mouth when he pulls away briefly to take a breath, soon after tilting his head so he can deepen the kiss even more. His little sounds go straight to your core, the moans he lets out increasing when you lean into him to slide your hands down the skin of his neck and shoulders. The way he moves is mesmerizing under your touch.

You throw your head back when one of his hands finds its way up to your throat, his fingers lightly wrapping around the base as you swallow in pleasure. He’s such a good kisser that you can feel yourself drown in his movements, delicate and sensual. His teeth nip little bites on your jawline, and you already know that the red blooming all over your skin will stay there for weeks with how much pressure he’s applying on your skin.

Making his way back to your mouth, he graces the flesh of your lips with his tongue before tugging gently. The little sound you make in reaction has him reeling, pulling away to put his forehead against yours.

“Want more?” Haechan inquires with his infamous smirk, nuzzling his nose against your skin as you sit straddling his lap.

Barely able to respond, you mumble, “more,” before chasing after his sweet kisses once again. You could do this all day.

“Ah ah,” he shushes you with his finger, letting the tip sneak between your lips just a smidge before wrapping his arms around you and hugging your body to his. “Didn’t mean to get you addicted, baby.” And with a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth, he holds you in his warm embrace and rocks you back and forth, refusing to let you taste him. “Wanna keep you like this.”

You comply, relaxing as you sink into his lap in utmost comfort with your arms around his neck and face tucked in the crook of his neck.

You don’t even notice when your eyes start to flutter close, a sudden tiredness taking over your figure. You’ve always struggled with insomnia, but you fade into dreamland as soon as Haechan lays you down with him, hand rubbing soothing circles across your back.

Even you can’t deny it as much as your heart wants to; you feel at home in his embrace.

…

You wake up groggy to a blaring in your left ear, the piercing sound of your ringtone forcing you to consciousness. Rolling over to reach for your phone, you don’t even look at the caller ID before sliding the green accept button and holding the device against your ear.

You can’t get a single word out before a familiar voice blares out of the speaker, making you flinch away from the sound immediately.

“Sunshine! Did you finally get with Haechan?” Mark talks excitedly from the other side of the line, his hyper tone evident without seeing his expression.

“Good morning to you too- Wait, how did you know I was with Haechan last night?” you say incredulously, suddenly very awake. “How’d your permit test go anyway?” You hear Mark scoff at your question in response.

“Y/N. Did you think I really didn’t have my license already,” he says with exasperation. “Do you not exploit my driving skills every other day or am I going insane?”

“I mean kind of, yeah. With the way you drive…”

“Oh, fuck both of you,” Mark laughs out. “Haechan’s lies never make any sense.”

“Lies?” you mumble, confused. Why did Haechan lie to you about Mark anyway? You’re not sure where you lie in Haechan’s spectrum of feelings, but you hope your heart won’t get crushed with how hard you fell just a few hours ago.

Mark sighs audibly.

“Mm, he wanted the apartment empty yesterday and he’s talked about you since forever, Y/N-ie, really. Hope you know he’s very serious about getting to know you,” you gape at your phone at Mark’s confession, surprised. No way Lee Haechan, downright playboy and professional flirt is interested in you in the way you’ve been falling for him too — and suppressing it.

But with the way he cared for me last night, you think to yourself. He seemed so sincere.

“He’s stopped seeing other girls for a few months now,” Mark adds on, easing the worries he knows are running laps in your mind. “He’s so serious about you, Y/N, I can tell you that much.”

You let that information sink in as you sit back in your own bedsheets, hands rubbing your arms with the morning chill as you let the thought of Haechan and you marinate.

Just as your doubts begin to surface again, you hear a delicate knock on your apartment door before the door swings open and reveals a familiar boy standing in the hallway.

Haechan grins at you from behind a pile of fluffy winter blankets in his arms, taking your growing smile as an invitation to enter. He goes straight for your bed, settling into the warm spot next to you and letting his body snuggle into your side. Taking the fleece blankets, he wraps you in the fabric before placing a shy kiss on your temple, your cheeks blushing rose at his adoring actions.

“My angel.”

...

xoxo

2022 © kiachiako | all rights reserved.

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ long nights ft. Taiju Shiba

“Taiju.” You speak softly, as to not disturb him even though he’s assured you many times over that you simply gaining his attention would never disturb him. He looks up from the papers scattered along his desk, bills and schedules that need to be completed and filed before the start of the next work week.

He looks a little tired, yellow eyes usually so sharp are a little more narrow, all colours of blue framing his face in small pieces of hair. “Yes, Angel?” He asks just as softly, sitting up a little straighter when your eyes flicker between his face and his lap.

“How’s.. it goin?”

He knows exactly what you want. But you’re always afraid to ask, especially when he’s working. So instead he just presses his back up firmly against the chair, spreads his thighs out a little, swivels so his lap is readily available.

“C’mere, little one.”

You don’t hesitate. You situate yourself in his lap before he can take back the offer, not that he would anyway. You adjust until you find that familiar comfy spot, your head tucked into the crook of his neck, legs straddling either side of his hips. He presses a big, firm palm against your lower back, smoothing out the curve in your spine until you relax, until he knows you’re held on properly so he can tuck himself back into his desk.

“All good?” He murmurs against your hair, lips pressing a sweet kiss to your temple and you nod. Your fingers play with the tips of his hair as he gets back to work. But the warmth you radiate, the little kisses you leave against the column of his throat, the way your toes curl in content when his fingers simply brush along your back. It all makes him get it done a little bit quicker.

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY TWENTY-ONE: PIERCINGS FT. AKAASHI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: sexual tension, makeout, finger play, non-detailed piercing process, fingering, fem reader

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.6k

y/n walked along the outsides of the strip mall's now closed stores, taking small glances at the shops dimmed interiors, signifying its temporary and nightly closings. she arrived in front a specific store, seeing that it was one out of so many, that was actually opened.

it was a piercing shop

it'd be a not so thought through decision if she decided to walk through those doors. just an hour prior to her walk for fresh air, she were scrolling though the social apps on her phone, mesmerized into all the different jewelry pieces and placements. her legs carried her directly in front of the door before her hand reached for the handle.

the sound of the bell above the door created a small indication of her entrance before the figure of an unfamiliar face walked out from behind the secluded area, being the front counter. "are you guy's open right now? i know it's kind of late but.." she trailed off, eye's traveling to his hands as he removed the black colored latex gloves, tossing them into the trash bin.

"i was actually just about to get ready to close. what was it that you needed?"

y/n noticed how his attention was evenly distributed between she herself, and a printed sheet of paper that he seemed to write down a couple things onto. "i was thinking about getting a piercing of some sort but if you're closing, it's fine. i'll come back here tomorrow." before y/ n could take a step to following out with her farewell, she heard the voice of the guy speak once again.

"a tongue piercing"

she looked up at his figure, a small expression of confusion morphing onto her features. he let out a small chuckle at her reaction, reaching for his phone that was resting atop the counter. his slender digits made a few swipes against the screen before he motioned for y/n to walk over to him. once she did, he shared with her a few pictures of jewelry pieces and styles of tongue piercings, allowing her to see some options.

as he swiped, he noticed how y/n hummed at one specific picture. "hm. do you like this one?" he questioned, a smile appearing onto her lips when she nodded. "so, have you done that one before?" she asked, eye's slightly widening when his showed her his own piercing that was located on his tongue. "all of the pictures i just showed you, is my own work" he mumbled.

after his acknowledging words and the sight of the guy's own jewelry piece that was pierced through the muscle of his tongue, y/ n began to notice the rest of the piercings that accompanied it. one on his lower lip, an array of them on both of his ears and a septum. "so, are you down?" he questioned, breaking the small amount of silence.

"do i get one of those lollipops?" she asked after eyeing the jar of assorted sweets. despite her childish words, y/n managed to use a stoic expression. the figure nodded before walking over to the swivel chair, accompanied by a leather chair. "of course...uh, what's your name, pretty?".

"y/n. how about you?" she returned his question, taking a seat of the chair after he motioned her permission. "akaashi" he nodded, adjusting the height of his chair to get the needed supplies ready for use. "how bad did this hurt for you?" y/n asked, gently fumbling with the hem of her clothing. "it depends on your pain tolerance. for me, it wasn't too bad. i'm sure you can handle it, right?"

y/n hummed, returning akaashi's smile when his gaze met with hers for a split seconded, before he focused back down to drag a pair of gloves onto each of his hands. "all you have to do is take deep breaths. i won't hurt you..." he paused his words before standing up from his seat to be faced to face with y/n. "on purpose, atleast"

y/n furrowed her eyebrows at his joke before noticing how he tapped her thigh, signifying for her to allow space between them so he'd be able to comfortably proceed with the piercing process. "tongue out for me, pretty" he mumbled, eye's focusing from y/n's eyes to her lips. she hummed quietly before parting her lips to follow out with his request.

"breathe, okay?"

she nodded and he grabbed the pair of tongs, aligning it with the markings that he'd previously made on her tongue before lightly clasping it to a tighter grip. he mumbled a few numbers, counting down as he penetrated the needle through the muscle. y/n directed all of her attention to his voice, trying to ignore the sensation that coursed through her tongue.

"see? wasn't too bad" akaashi smiled, screwing the ball onto the bar. "i almost cried" she said through and obvious and sarcastic tone. y/n let out a sigh once his fingers left her tongue so he could hand her a bottle of water. "quick question though" y/n announced, taking a sip from the uncapped bottle.

he slightly backed away from in between her thighs to give her a bit a space, signifying for her to continue. "will it be harder for me to do things with this?" she asked. "things? like what?" he laughed, using a tone with little to no innocence behind it. "eating, making out-"

"shouldn't you have asked this before getting the piercing?" he met eye's with y/n, noticing how she rolled her own due to his confrontation. "i got distracted" y/n's gazed darted to his lip's, admiring the singular ring that decorated the corner of his lower one but, quickly focused back up when he smiled.

"by me?"

"yeah actually. by you"

akaashi let out a small hum before speaking up once again. "eating is kind of..the same and making out; is pretty easy. it'll be weird feeling at first but you get used to it as time goes by." he answered, picking up the tools that were previously used just seconds ago. "what about making out with someone who also has a tongue piercing?" akaashi's movements paused for a split second after putting away the items for sterilization. "why would you want to know that, pretty?"

"curiosity"

"well, curiosity doesn't usually stop until you've seen or experienced something for yourself" akaashi began to remove the pair of gloves from off of his hands, tossing them into a near by trash bin before returning to his previous stance, dangerously close to y/n's face and in between her loosely hanging legs. "so, are you offering me some experience?"

and with another hum that was accompanied by a smile, y/n felt the lips of akaashi press against her own. it was an automatic reaction for her hands to graze the fabric of his clothing, desperate to pull his figure closer to herself. akaashi were a few steps ahead of her though. his hands rested on either sides of her thighs, slightly gripping the area to lessen their amount of distance from each other's bodies.

y/n felt a bit clumsy with the way the unfamiliar jewelry piece clashed with the one of akaashi's. he noticed her tenseness that was being caused from her unfamiliarity with the whole situation and how she was too focused on avoiding mishaps instead of trying to feel relief and pleasure from the shared kiss. akaashi pulled back for a split second to mumble quick but familiar words of reassurance. "breathe, okay?"

akaashi returned to his previous movements, feeling satisfied when y/n did in fact listen to words and took a deep breath into the kiss. although, he didn't know if it was for a small feeling of relief or the need for more. his question was answered when his hand, that now rested on her hip, felt how she would make small grinding movements towards his body. akaashi was just as aroused by the whole situation, himself.

a small moan ruptured past both of their lips when y/n successfully grinded against his hip. akaashi tried to focus on their shared yet intimate moment but instead, his mind couldn't help but occasionally trail off to how y/n gained slight friction from her movements against him. "can i touch you?" he asked, fingers making it's way to the hem of her pants as soon as she nodded.

he fumbled with the material before successfully inserting his slender fingers behind the fabric of her underwear. y/n let out a small moan when the pads of two digits pressed against her bud. akaashi's head felt clouded from the satisfaction of hearing y/n's pleasure filled sounds whilst also sharing their heated kiss that slowly became less and less cordiated since y/n and he himself, were focused of his pleasuring fingers.

with the mix of his tongue against hers, heavy breaths, his fingers, and the small moans that he made, y/n felt a wave of satisfaction brush over her when their low lidded gazes met for a split second. "more" she managed to request. with another stream of pleasure filled sounds, y/n felt her high suddenly creep up on her and akaashi noticed it too when she broke the kiss to bury her lips into the crook of his neck, muffling her sounds.

her thighs tightened around his wrist when her high finally reached its peak, her whole body unsteady from every movment that akaashi's fingers would make against her now sensitive bud. "y/n?" akaashi called, slowing his movement to allow her to form audible responses.

"would you be down for nipple piercings, too?"

"do i get another loli-pop"

"i think i know something that you prefer more than a loli-pop"

[icyminghao]

scored! (straight into your heart)

pairing: athlete!woonhak x nurse’s assistant!reader ft. nurse!jeonghan & basketball coach!seungcheol genre: fluff, highschool!au, idiots to lovers word count: 2.66k

part 2 of nurse (kiss) me back to health

summary: with the game coming up, woonhak’s been visiting the infirmary less, and you’re starting to miss him… wait, what?

disclaimer: i know next to nothing about basketball so please forgive me if i use some of the terms wrong or depict the game wrongly T-T

Woonhak hasn’t been to the infirmary since he invited you to watch his game.

Now, you’d usually be glad that he’s finally not getting himself injured at least once every training, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his presence in the infirmary. Volunteering in the infirmary gets boring, even with the ever-amazing company of Jeonghan (Jeonghan’s words, not yours).

“You really miss him that much, huh?” Jeonghan swivels in his office chair, looking fondly at you.

“No, I don’t. He’s finally not getting injured every other day, you should be happy for him. I am,” you reply, unsure of why you’re taking on such a defensive tone.

Jeonghan simply smirks. “Oh, yeah? You’ve been staring at the door the moment you settled down here. As you have for the past three days.”

Oh, you think, he noticed.

“Okay, so maybe I miss him just a little,” you grumble, looking away from the door to glare at Jeonghan half-heartedly. Jeonghan smiles.

“Well, if it helps, Seungcheol’s been telling me that your little star player has been training extra hard lately. He’s been telling everyone he had to do his best for a certain someone who’s going to be watching, too,” Jeonghan nonchalantly reveals, completely not caring about the impact his words have on your poor, poor heart.

“Woonhak likes someone?” you think out loud, returning your gaze to the door. You sigh dejectedly. Of course he’d like someone, he’s Woonhak! And you’re just, well, you.

You’re so out of it you think you must be hallucinating, because why is Woonhak standing in front of you right now?

“y/n? y/n! I’m sorry, kid, they’ve been like this since you stopped coming. Give them a while, won’t you- oh! There you are, y/n. Go on, you manifested him here, didn’t you?” you snap out of your thoughts only to realise that Woonhak is, indeed, right in front of you in the flesh, and Jeonghan is embarrassing you to no end.

“Woonhak! What brings you here?” you jolt up immediately, grabbing his wrist to drag him away from Jeonghan’s field of view, all while giving Jeonghan your deadliest death stare (which, in Jeonghan’s honest opinion, only makes you look like an angry chihuahua.)

“I’m sorry about Jeonghan, I hope he didn’t scare you too much,” you smile sheepishly once the both of you are out of Jeonghan’s line of sight, scanning Woonhak for any injuries.

You notice Woonhak looking down, face red, and follow his line of sight only to see your hand still wrapped around his wrist. You quickly let go, rubbing your hand on your neck shyly.

“I-it’s okay, I love talking to him!” Woonhak smiles with his eyes, then notices you fretting over him. “Oh! I’m not here for an injury. I actually came to… talk to you?”

Your eyes widen, and you look up at him in surprise. “T-to talk to me?”

“Yeah, um,” Woonhak lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “I wanted to ask if you still remember about the game tomorrow.”

“Oh! Of course I do, Woonhak! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you beam at him, “plus, I heard you’ve been practicing really hard for the game. You haven’t came here in so long, too!”

“Oh, well, yeah,” Woonhak chuckles, “I figured I wouldn’t have to keep coming here anymore since I’d be able to see you tomorrow at my game. U-unless you forgot! Which is why I came here, and you remembered, which I’m glad you did, and I’m really, really excited for you to- oh, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

You let out the most melodic of giggles, and Woonhak thinks he’s going to die. “It’s okay, I thought it was cute!”

Woonhak’s ears have gone completely red, and he’s just standing in front of you, not saying a word. You panic.

“Oh no, did I say something wrong? I’m so sorry-”

“No!” Woonhak exclaims, then recoils, “I mean, no, you didn’t say anything wrong, y/n. I-I think you’re cute, too!”

Did he just call you cute? You freak out internally, but Woonhak doesn’t give you a chance to answer as he immediately turns on his heels and heads towards the door, turning back to say, “I gotta go, y/n! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Oh, okay! Good luck!” you shout, hoping he can hear you.

Jeonghan whistles. You slump onto the nearest bed and scream into your hands.

True to your word, you do show up to Woonhak’s game the next day, Jeonghan accompanying you.

“What?” he shrugged as he followed you out of the nurse’s office, “I’ve got to fulfill my best friend duties.”

You quickly find a seat as more and more people start piling into the gymnasium, and pull out your phone camera immediately after settling down to check your face.

On your right cheek are the words “Go #23!” painted in red, courtesy of Jeonghan, who looks on the whole situation with a lazy smirk on his face.

“You look great, y/n. Though I don’t believe he’d even bat an eye if you showed up in a trash bag, he’s just that into you,” Jeonghan chuckles, ruffling your hair.

“Didn’t you say he liked someone else? And why wouldn’t he bat an eye if I showed up in a trash bag? That’s so weird,” you scoff.

Jeonghan gives you his signature “are-you-serious” look and opens his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the booming voice of the student commentator.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! To the opening game of this year’s highschool basketball season! On the home team, we have KOZ Highschool!” Jungwon, the student commentator, starts off the event on a high note, and the crowd erupts into applause and cheers as Woonhak and his team make their entrance.

You spot Woonhak almost immediately, donned in his bright red number 23 jersey with his hair pulled back by a headband, making him look ten times more ethereal. Your breath hitches. Woonhak scans the area around the court, doing a double take the moment his eyes land on yours.

“Woonhak!” you wave enthusiastically, and he beams back at you, pointing at his cheek, and then at you. You blush, mouthing a “good luck” as he gets called to warm up by Seungcheol.

“You guys are aware that there are other people here, right? Other people being your poor mentor?” Jeonghan teases.

“I’m just showing my support for them, you old man. Woonhak invited me to watch them play, after all, I can’t disappoint them!” you nudge Jeonghan playfully, your gaze returning to the school team, all of whom are warming up in preparation for the game.

Jeonghan scoffs from beside you. “Them? Honey, you’ve been looking at one person and one person only the moment the team came out. If this isn’t a big fat crush, I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

You open your mouth to retaliate, but find that you don’t actually have anything to say, because he’s right. You’ve had some time to think it over since Woonhak visited the infirmary the day before, and you had come to the realisation that you have a crush on Woonhak. You sigh, resigning yourself to the fate of unrequited love. Woonhak already likes someone else, so there really was no use figuring out you had a crush on him.

Before you spiral down the self-deprecating rabbit hole, however, the game starts, and you divert your focus to the game in front of you.

“Starting off strong, we have Riki from the Home team in possession of the ball!” Jungwon commentates, and you watch as Riki swiftly dribbles the ball past the midcourt line and towards the three-pointer arc.

“It looks like Riki’s facing some opposition now! What’s he going to do?” The opposing team surrounds Riki, preventing him from moving further. Riki quickly delivers a bounce pass to Woonhak, who dribbles the ball towards the hoop and delivers a layup.

“And there we have the first shot from the star player of the home team! That’s 2 points to KOZ.”

The crowd goes wild following Woonhak’s first goal of the season, erupting in screams and cheers for the star player. Woonhak jogs towards the wing nearest to where you and Jeonghan are sitting, eyes scanning for someone.

The moment his eyes land on you, he gives you a playful wink and points at you, before going back to the game.

“y/n, is there something you’re not telling me?” Jeonghan’s eyebrows are raised as he turns towards you.

You’re frozen in the spot, mind reeling from what just happened.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating already? And here I was, trying my hardest to set you both up.” Jeonghan sighs in mock betrayal, nudging you.

“W-we’re not dating!” you manage to choke out a reply.

“Really? He just dedicated his first shot of the season to you, y/n. That’s the kind of thing Seungcheol used to do to pick girls up,” Jeonghan chuckles, “this kid is really something else.”

Your mind fails to let you focus on the rest of the first half, and all you know is that Woonhak’s team is winning by a landslide.

HOME : AWAY

21 : 6

The second half starts with the opposing team gaining possession, and they get the ball across with ease, getting past the defenders like it’s no difficult feat.

This continues for most of the second half, as the opposing team manages to catch up to Woonhak’s team.

HOME : AWAY

21 : 23

“Are they getting tired?” Jeonghan wonders after the opposing team scores a three-pointer, and you search the court to see an exhausted-looking Woonhak. Beyond that, he looks… down.

“Go get ‘em, Woonhak! You can do this!” you stand up and shout as loud as possible, hoping your energy reaches Woonhak.

It does, as Woonhak’s head snap up immediately to see you cheering for him from the bleachers, and he beams brightly. As if a switch was turned on, the team works together better than ever, working to defend their basket from the opposing team and regain possession.

When Woonhak manages to gain possession of the ball, there are only ten seconds left for him to shoot. Woonhak quickly makes his way down towards the opposing team’s basket, swiftly avoiding the opposing team on the way.

At five seconds left, Woonhak finds himself outside of the three-pointer arc, unable to go in further. He breathes in, braces himself, and makes the shot.

“And the winner of the opening game of the season is none other than… KOZ Highschool! Give it up for their excellent teamwork, and Woonhak’s crazy clutch!”

The crowd goes wild, cheering and screaming loudly for Woonhak’s team. You jump up, too, pulling Jeonghan up with you (much to his dismay) as you cheer for Woonhak.

“Do you want to go down and see him? I think he’d want you to,” Jeonghan looks at you fondly.

“Are you sure that’s not weird?” you reply hesitantly, watching as the team lifts Woonhak and throws him into the air.

“Why would it be? I’m going down to meet Seungcheol, anyway, so you can come with.” Jeonghan waves your worries off, moving to get off the bleachers. You hurriedly follow him.

A few of Woonhak's teammates notice you and Jeonghan making your way over to them, and they start whistling and nudging each other, much to your surprise.

"y/n! I'm Junghwan! I've been wanting to meet the cute nurse Woonhak's always running off to see during trainings, but the little rascal over there forbid anyone from visiting the nurse's office, ever," Woonhak's teammate, whom you now know as Junghwan, teases, looking over at Woonhak, who is currrently talking to Seungcheol.

Jeonghan lets out an 'oh?', turning to you with a sly smile.

"Don't bully Woonhak, Hwan. Hey, y/n, haven't seen you in a long time," Riki nudges Junghwan before turning to you with a smile.

"Yeah, no shit. Woonhak stopped you from going to the nurse's office so many times. It's a wonder how you managed to recover without the angelic hands of Jeonghan," Junghwan retorts, chuckling.

"Aw, thanks, kid. You're free to come by anytime you're injured. I'll make sure y/n doesn't tend to you so you don't have to worry about Woonhak," Jeonghan laughs, and you shoot him a glare.

"Woonhak has been stopping all of you from going to the nurse's office? But why? He always comes to get treated like, once every two days," you ask, confused. Why would he stop his teammates from visiting the nurse's office when he does it every other day?

"Oh man, you're pretty dense. He wants to gatekeep you, that's what. The first time he came back from visiting the nurse's office, he wouldn't shut up about how 'the cutest student nurse ever just bandaged me up!'" Junghwan shakes his head and explains, doing his best impression of Woonhak. Riki sighs, shooting you an apologetic look.

"What are you guys talking about?" Seungcheol interrupts, coming to stand beside Riki with Woonhak in tow.

You suck in a breath. How is it possible for him to look so cute with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat?

Woonhak meets your eyes, and lets out the softest smile you've ever seen.

"Well, we were just talking about how Woonhak has a massive crush on my student nurse here," Jeonghan explains in a playful tone, going over to stand beside Seungcheol.

Seungcheol bursts into laughter. Woonhak turns so red you almost feel sorry for him.

"Alright, let's leave these two alone, shall we? We'll be waiting outside, kid, take your time." Seungcheol smiles affectionately, ruffling Woonhak's hair and giving you a small nod before chasing the rest of the team out of the gymnasium. Before long, it's just the two of you left standing in the middle of the basketball court, save for the few spectators still making their way out.

"So," you begin, looking up at him with a huge smile on your face. "I hear you've been 'gatekeeping' me from the others."

Woonhak turns even redder, and you wonder how that's possible.

"Um, I mean, uh," Woonhak takes a deep breath. "y-yeah. I have. It's just, I’ve had such a massive crush on you ever since I went to the nurse's office and got treated by you for the first time and I didn't know how to ask for your number without making it weird so I just ended up coming over, like, every day just so I could talk to you! And then Seungcheol suggested that I invite you to watch the game and I did and I'm so grateful you came, did you see the shot I dedicated for you? Seungcheol told me that's how he used to pick girls up and so I tried it, I'm not sure if it worked though- oh my god, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Anyway, I just wanted to say that I really, really like you and I’d love for us to go out together sometime!"

You stay silent for a few seconds, trying to process what he just said, before breaking out into the biggest smile. He likes you!

You take a step forward. "I really, really like you too, Woonhak. I'd love to go out with you."

Woonhak lets out a sound of glee, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you, y/n!"

"Gosh, Woonhak, you're all sweaty!" you complain jokingly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him back.

"Hey, kids, not to rush you all or anything, but we're all really hungry here!" Seungcheol shouts from the gymnasium entrance, and the both of you break out into laughter, walking over to where the rest of the team are.

"So, I guess the dedication shot trick worked, huh?" Seungcheol nudges Jeonghan, shooting him a wink.

"You're such a dork, Ddaddu."

a/n: anddd here's part 2 of nurse (kiss) me back to health! writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet up in the air i love woonhak sm i hope y'all liked it as much as i did!

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[kokonoiis]

artist's admiration── ❝ maybe falling in love with kokonoi hajime was easier than you thought it'd be ❞

Ⅰ. tokyo revengers ft. idol ! k. hajime x stylist ! gender neutral reader Ⅱ. drabble / 1.5k wc Ⅲ. tw. slight abuse of power if you squint but also not really at all. Ⅳ. a/n. alright we're so here to kick off the bonten idol au that i've been cooking, of course i have drabbles planned for all of the members and some more characters than just the bonten idols so,,, let me cook let me cook. most won't be nsfw for now but the nsfw is coming i'm sure

" haji- what are you doing ? " kokonoi knew what that tone of your voice meant better than anyone else. he knew he had a few second in total to stop everything that he was doing, but with the eyeliner wand in his hand, he was already committed and had no intention of stopping already. it was just a little graphic eyeliner, it couldn't be that hard, right ? he swore he remembered doing it all the time whenever he was in junior high, so he couldn't be so bad at it. at least, no one came up to tell him that his eyeliner sucked, so that's all he needed for confirmation that he wasn't terrible at eyeliner.

but before he really got to test his hypothesis, you were already behind him, your arms crossed as you hovered over kokonoi while he squinted at the mirror, trying to really see what he was doing. " you don't have your contacts in, do you ? "

" no, they give me a headache whenever i'm performing. the fans say i always look mad whenever i'm performing so i don't want to wear my contacts anymore, " it sounded reasonable to him, but you just let out an exasperated sigh, reaching over him to grab the eyeliner pencil from his hand.

" if you can't see what you're doing, how do you expect to be able to actually draw a good wing ? " you asked, trying not to show your annoyance at his flippant nature, knowing that if you got into an argument with him over something like this, it could last hours or more, and you really only had about forty minutes to completely do his makeup now that kokonoi was fitted into his stage outfit. but, of course, you couldn't just let it go without being a little annoying about it. " besides, i've seen what you looked like in junior high.. i don't think you're, uh, practiced enough to my standards. whatever is on your face in forty minutes reflects my skills, so i need to make sure it's perfect or its my head on a spike. understood ? "

" not really. " kokonoi looked up at you through his mirror, shaking his head as you settled down into a stool next to him. you swiveled his chair around so he was facing you, and redipped the eyeliner wand, leaning forward to do your job.

" maybe i'll teach you how to do your own eyeliner when you're not going to be headed off onto stage, yeah ? " you mused out loud under your breath, that focused look in your eyes as your free hand took his chin and tilted his head so he was looking straight ahead, resting your hand there just in case you needed to move his head again. " then we'll have much more time to thoroughly teach you and it won't reflect poorly on me, you know what i mean ? of course i want you to do your own makeup if you like it, but damn, i can get fired over this. "

there were unspoken words that refused to fall from your lips, of course. you were a makeup artist first, and everything else came second. that included any feelings that you might have towards anyone you might be working relatively closely with. and kokonoi hajime was on that list of people you couldn't really afford to fall in love with.

you spent at least an hour or more nearly every single day with your makeup kit looking at his face all day every day, and with that closeness came natural conversations. you learned the two of you had a lot of things in common, like how you both really enjoyed sweet things and really didn't have a taste for anything spicy, or how you both enjoyed messing around with fortune telling from time to time. just small things about both of you that you've learnt over the span of your time as a makeup artist for bonten.

but no, you couldn't fall in love with kokonoi, it was literally your job on the line. the only reason you landed it in the first place was because you were in a relationship at the time, and it was an unspoken rule that a makeup artist had to almost prove that they wouldn't fall for their idols. lord knows what would happen if someone caught wind of your feelings for him, or if the wrong people snitched. those emotions weren't necessary for your job, so you cut them out.

while trying to push him away, though, he almost seemed to lean harder into talking with you, as if he'd never met anyone who he couldn't sway with his words one way or another. but you were stubborn in your ways, and you made sure that he was always aware of how hard headed you could be. and that stubbornness really was what kept you from really connecting with the romantic feelings that had sprouted for kokonoi.

" you're staring. "

you blinked a couple of times, your eyes widening slightly before you narrowed them again, dragging the eyeliner across his lid. " well, yeah, i'm trying to fix what you did. " the lie was effortless, but not perfect, especially since he really only made one simple line and it really wasn't going to be hard to fix at all.

" uh huh, " kokonoi found himself laughing softly, a knowing smile on his face. " if i didn't know any better, i'd say you're falling for me. "

" me ? falling for you ? no, never, " you denied it pretty adamantly, turning his head so you didn't have to fight with filling in the pretty thick wing that you gave him. the rest of his makeup was simple, so you wanted the wing to be the standout point this time. he had monolids, so the bat technique was your favorite to use on him, and it worked pretty well as long as he could sit for the extra time while you filled it in with the fine tip of the wand.

you kinda liked how he never fought back with you as you moved his head from time to time, your hand sat on his chin comfortably. it gave you some sense of power and made you feel a certain way whenever he looked up at you and the two of you made eye contact with each other. but.. that didn't mean you were falling for him. " i'm your makeup artist, koko. "

" and you're pretty, " kokonoi had whispered immediately, as if he didn't even think before he spoke. " i think you're pretty. and i spend quite a long time looking at your face while you're doing my makeup. you always have this one crease in the middle of your brows-- "

" alright, alright, koko, i got your point ! stupid.. "

" what ? i just complimented you and you're going to call me stupid ? rude. "

you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, trying to shake your head an alleviate the blush on your cheeks that you were so sure he was able to see. " you never asked me to compliment you back. that's like giving a gift because you expect one back, kinda rude, right ? " pulling away from him, you admired your work, tilting his head a few ways to make sure it looked good from all angles. of course, it was kokonoi hajime, he was going to look perfect with any makeup you put him in.

" you are a weird one, you know that ? "

" nope. i've never heard that one before a day in my life, koko. "

" oh, then let me be the first to tell you, " kokonoi grinned a little bit, leaning forward to press a small kiss onto your lips, throwing you off guard completely, but not necessarily in a bad way. you found yourself kissing him back within seconds, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. he tasted like the flavored lip balm he always applied before you did his lips, and you could smell the cologne he was wearing. were people looking ? you didn't know, and for the moment, you didn't care, either.

when he pulled away, he stood up, brushing off his stage outfit with a nonchalant hum, as if your world wasn't spinning because of him. " i think you're a weird one. but i'll see you after this performance, okay ? you'll have time to teach me how to draw my own eyeliner, right ? "

you weren't entirely sure how well he would do in your class, but you figured that the extra practice couldn't hurt. " uhm. yeah. i'll see you then, i guess. " you mumbled underneath your breath, feeling both deflated and ecstatic about spending more time with kokonoi where you weren't staring into his face trying to make sure that his foundation was even and making sure his eyeshadow was perfect on both sides. " and, for the record, koko. i think you're the weird one. "

" well, make sure to watch this weirdo perform his best ! " you would make sure to watch from the sidelines and silently cheer him on. maybe falling for kokonoi hajime was a lot easier than you thought it would be, and maybe you were okay with that. as long as he didn't ruin the makeup that you'd worked so hard on.

──kokonoiis 2024

[foolforharrry]

Cinema

Word count: 3k

Summary: A surprise date to the cinema ft fluff

This doesn't really make all that much sense but I think it turned out cute

If you like it, please do check out the other stuff i have linked in my masterlist

And if you have something you want me to write, pls let me know and I'll try my best to do it

Kisses for you all 🫶🏻

“Low and behold for your master has returned.”

Biting the inside of my cheek to suppress a smile, I keep my eyes trained on the screen of my laptop without registering a word that’s written.

I can sense him close before his arms snake around my shoulders from behind, crossing over my chest. The familiar scent of his cologne and something that’s just uniquely Harry feels like an embrace as warm as the one he’s actually giving me.

With a hum, my head leans against his shoulder as he pecks the top of my head. “Really, babe? Master?”

“Mhm. Doesn’t it suit me?” Harry lays his cheek in the place his lips just touched. I can practically hear the shit-eating grin he’s sporting. “All-powerful and shit? I’d say it’s perfect for a man like me.”

“Do you want me to polish your shoes for you now?”

“Oh, shut it.”, Harry hugs me tighter momentarily before he releases me all together, swivelling my chair around to look me in the eye. His still take my breath away. They’re so green and full of life, love, and kindness. Beautiful and dazzling in the most captivating way.

It’s been said that the eyes are the window to a person’s soul. Harry’s are clear and free of condensation as they complement his heart so perfectly.

I would happily die in his eyes for the rest of my life.

“Did you hear what I said?”

When I realise that I had gotten completely lost in his eyes and didn’t hear a word, a crimson blush heats up my cheeks as I shake my head, “Sorry.”

As if he couldn’t turn me into more of a mush than he already has, Harry gives me a glittering smile, his dimples digging into the soft of his cheeks. “I was telling you before you got distracted by my endless beauty, is that I got us tickets to go to the cinema.”

Perking up at that, I ask him; “You did?”

“Yes.”, Harry confirms. “Zayn was telling me about this one film that’s just been released. It sounded great, so I thought we could go see it together.”

Rising to my feet, I cup his face in my hands, I lay a soft kiss on his lips, feeling him smile against mine as I do. “I would love to.”

When I pull away, I brush the hair that has fallen over his face away, twirling it around my finger in a way that makes Harry chuckle as he follows my action with his gaze. “When does it start?”

“Forty minutes, but we have to leave in twenty-five if want to make it there in time to buy popcorn.”, he tells me.

“Ok, good.”, I sigh in relief, standing on my tiptoes to give him another kiss. One that he happily accepts. “Now you need to go make yourself busy so I can get ready, ok?”

“Scared I’ll be too much of a distraction?”, Harry teases, pinching my side and making me jolt from the ticklish feeling.

There’s no point in denying it since he knows me like the back of his hand. “Yes. I don’t want to miss the previews.”

Already having started to shuffle away from Harry in direction of our bathroom, he pulls me right back to him. Arms around my stomach as my back is flush against his chest. I can’t help the loud belly laugh that erupts from me, the suddenness of it all catching me completely off guard as Harry buries his nose in the crook of my neck. His soft, shoulder-length curls tickle my skin as well as his soft kisses.

“Harry, please. I have to make myself presentable.”, I plead as Harry keeps feathering kisses along the length of my neck. My squirming proves useless.

“You look beautiful, darling. Why don’t we just cuddle until we have to leave instead?”

Ignoring the butterflies swarming in my stomach, I shake my head, “We can cuddle when we get home, yeah?”

“Fine.”, Harry gives in reluctantly. “You promise.”

“Promise.”, I say, twisting my head to kiss the pout of his soft, pink lips.

“Your hair looks good, I promise.”

He runs his hand through it one final time before he sighs and flips the sun visor back up. No doubt the result of habit, he reaches for the sunglasses that hang on the rear-view mirror.

Taking his wrist in my hand before his fingertips reaches the black plastic, I tilt my head at him in question, “It’s November, H. And it’s raining.” Harry’s mouth forms an ‘O’ now that I’ve pointed out the obvious, “Right…Let’s go then.”

When the sound of the car locking sounds out, Harry slings his arm around my shoulder, placing an affectionate kiss on the top of my head as I happily wrap my arm around his waist.

I’ll take any excuse to be near him.

It’s only a five-minute stroll from where we parked to the entrance of the cinema. But since we’re in a bit of a rush, we are quick on our feet, keeping a fast pace the whole journey.

While I admit that I was only ready within minutes of when we had chosen to leave, Harry is the cause of our haste. Just as we were putting on our shoes, he’d gotten it in his head that he wanted to wear a dress shirt instead of the hoodie he had been wearing before. The fact that we were going to be in a dark movie theatre didn’t faze him in the slightest.

Ten shirts later and he landed on a champagne-coloured, silk button-down, leaving half of them undone.

Being in a rush is a small price to pay to be blessed with just how good he looks.

By the time we make it to the cinema, our noses are red from the bitter cold.

After buying our popcorn and rushing into the theatre where our movie is going to be shown, we settle in the back row, furthest to the right. By some fucking miracle, only one person seemed to recognise Harry.

“Did you buy an extra seat?”, I whisper, keeping my laughter at the measures he’s taken to have somewhere to put our coats and my purse other than our laps.

And he does just that, keeping his voice a whisper as well in respect of the other people surrounding us. “I did. I thought there would be fewer people here though.”

“Which movie is it?”, I ask when I realise that I don’t know that yet, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth as the previews roll on the big projection screen. And he isn’t wrong either, besides the seat he bought for the purpose of being empty for us, it seems that all the other seats in the theatre are claimed.

Harry takes a handful of popcorn, chewing them and swallowing them down before he gives me the answer. “Hunger Games. Mockingjay..something.”

“And Zayn said it wasn’t a popular movie?”

Nodding, Harry finished off the popcorn he had in his hand, lacing his fingers with mine, our now conjoined hands resting in his lap. “Yeah.”

“Maybe Zayn recommended it to some more people.”

I decide to not tell him that the Hunger Games is indeed a very popular series of movies based on a very popular dystopian book trilogy. And that I truly do not understand how he doesn’t know. I also don’t tell him that I have read the books more than once and was planning on asking Harry to do a movie marathon with me once they’re all out.

Chances are that Zayn failed to tell Harry just how loved the Hunger Games is for kicks. It’s very likely as the two of them have a never-ending war of pranks.

Harry hadn’t been able to stop laughing when he told me about the last prank he pulled on Zayn and just how well it had played out. The evil genius had stuffed a rock into every single shoe Zayn had brought with him on tour. He’s probably still shaking them out.

We make small talk for the remaining time until it goes dark and everyone goes quiet as the movie starts.

Nearly an hour later and I’m wiping the tears off my cheeks at the sombre beauty of the song that’s being sung.

Turning my head to whisper how beautiful it is to Harry; my chin instead brushes against the top of his head. I hadn’t even noticed he laid his head on my shoulder. “Harry?”, I hiss, earning no response.

“Are you asleep?” Still nothing.

When he doesn’t even move a finger at the mention of boobs, I know he’s dozed off.

And he stays like that, face nestled into my shoulder and his hand limp in mine even when the end credits start rolling. How he’s managed to stay in the world he’s conjured up in his mind through the loud chaos that is the Hunger Games is a mystery.

Just as the last person disappears from the room, I shake Harry’s shoulder in an attempt to wake him from his slumber. “You gotta wake up, H. It’s finished.”

“What?”, he croaks out, his head still in the same spot it’s been since we fell asleep originally.

Chuckling fondly at how lost he sounds; I kiss the top of his head. “You slept through over half of the movie. And now we have to leave before they kick us out.”

At last, he sits back up fully, his eyes looking puffy and tired and he has a displeased frown turning those pretty lips down. The hair on the side of his head that was laying on me is pressed flat against his head, so I rough my fingers through the roots to give it back the volume Harry usually sports.

“Thank you, my love.” Harry cups my jaw as he leans in to give me a kiss, the salt of the popcorn he’s just eaten leaves a salty taste on his lips.

Once we’ve layered up with our coats against the cold again, Harry engulfs my hand with his free one, the popcorn held in his other hand as he guides us down the stairs and all the way out of the building.

There are significantly more people milling around in the streets than there were when we got here earlier, and Harry grips my hand a bit tighter than before now that we’re out in the open again. So I give him an affirming squeeze back.

A few minutes of walking wordlessly next to each other pass before Harry asks, “Did they solve the hunger?”

It takes me a second to figure out what he means. And when I do, I can’t hold in the laughter that bursts from me, making me drop Harry’s hand as I cup my mouth to muffle the heinous sounds that just seem to keep falling out like a fucking waterfall.

Through my tears, I see that Harry’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion at my reaction. Not that I can blame him for it either. He slept through the most crucial part.

“Harry. My love. Is that what you thought Hunger Games was about?”, I ask once I’ve regained my breath, the humour still in my voice.

“Yeah.”, he nods as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, taking my hand once again as we continue our walk back to the car. “I mean, it’s literally called the Hunger Games. And Zayn said it was about it too” The last bit is uttered so silently that I almost don’t catch it.

And so I take it upon myself to educate this poor, uncultured man on what is the Hunger Games.

Retelling everything that I find significant to the story and can remember from the books. He listens intently to every word that falls from my lips. He asks questions where he doesn’t understand something or forgot, his hand on my thigh the whole car ride home. Still not finished when we get home, he eats my words the same way we eat the remainder of our popcorn.

Propped on the sofa, me sitting with my back against the corner of the sofa and Harry laying flat on his back with his head in my lap as I play with his hair and scratch his scalp just the way he likes, making sure I wipe off any grease or salt from the popcorn before touching his impossibly soft hair.

“I’m going to kill Zayn.”, Harry states once everything that needs to be told is over with.

Caught by surprise, I accidentally tug a little bit too hard on his hair, making his eyes fly open, “Ow, that hurts.”

I feel bad instantly, ducking down to pepper kisses from his forehead down his nose and finally on his lips as I say sorry.

“But no killing my side piece. Deal?”, I say in all seriousness, my nose brushing against his as my hair falls around our faces.

He takes a moment to contemplate, his eyes darting between mine, before he finally agrees, “Ok. As long as you help me get back at him.”

“Of course.”, I promise as I make a mental note to text Zayn and tell him that I worship him as if he’s the holiest of gods in existence.

Neither of us makes an effort to break out of our little bubble, feeling as if we’re the only two people to exist right now. Just us. Wrapped up in our little bubble of love. The clouds that float high in our sky aren’t white or grey, but rather a soft, beautiful pink and the sun doesn’t stop shining.

It’s safe and I pray that no matter what happens, no matter how much changes. This will stay the same.

I pray that we will always have this bubble of our shared love and adoration.

I pray that we’ll always have each other to call home.

“White or purple?”

I hold up the two options for him, letting him make the choice he makes seem as if is the most important one of his life. Harry inspects each of the products carefully. Even going as far as to read every ingredient that’s listed out loud.

He gets frustrated when he doesn’t understand what any of them do, so he instead results in just smelling them.

“This one.” He seems happy with his choice of the white clay mask, a close-lipped smile on his face instead of the concentrated pout that was there only seconds ago.

“Ok, great!” I rub my hands together in excitement.

Just as I’m about to start applying my facemask, Harry pulls a smile from so wide my cheeks hurt; “Can I do yours?”

“Yes, please.”

And with that, he taps the bathroom counter, gesturing for me to plant my butt there. Which is do without a second thought, Harry handing me his facemask as he stands between my thighs.

He puckers his lips as a silent request for a kiss, which I’m more than happy to grant, pecking the tip of his nose as well for good measure.

“You know where to put it, right?”

“Here, right?”, Harry traces his finger lightly along all the areas of my face the product should be applied, and it has me smiling proudly that he remembered. “Yup.”

With Harry’s playlist playing from his phone propped in a glass to amplify the sound, we make small talk as we smear the clay on our skin. Harry got some of it in my hair, despite the fluffy hairbands we’re both wearing, when he swiped his thumb across my forehead, saying ‘Simba’ as his best impression of Rafiki which had me bursting out in laughter.

He looks equally adorable and terrifying once his face is fully coated, parts of it already starting to harden. And I can’t help but snap a few pictures of him to eternalise his new look.

“Hey!”, Harry whines when he realises what I’m doing. “I didn’t even have time to pose.”

“You look amazing, I promise. They should honestly put it on the cover of vogue or something.”

The look on Harry’s face when I show him the picture has me cackling. His mouth dropped in shock as his eyes scan the screen before he too starts laughing. “It’s only fair that I have one of these of you too.”

Nodding, I switch the camera to selfie mode, “I agree.”

Harry grins when I hop down from the counter, turning my back against him and holding the phone up high, ready to snap the selfie. He helps me by hunching down so his head is the same height as mine.

“Ready?”, I ask. When he says it back, we both pull cheesy smiles for the camera.

I had intended to stop there, but one turned into many. Various grimaces that had my stomach aching from laughter and my heart feeling full and happy from the sound of his. At one point he kissed my cheek for a photo before pressing the sides of our faces against each other for another. All my teeth were in view from the width of my smile.

Taking the masks off went surprisingly smoothly. So did the rest of the steps we had left to pamper our faces.

“If I had known that the peeling thingy we used last time hurt so bad and this didn’t, then I would’ve never let you put me through that.”, Harry tells me as we put everything back in place.

“I tried warning you.”, I remind him, pinching his side as I move around him to throw the used cotton pads in the garbage bin.

Harry scoffs, wrapping his arms around me from behind, his chin on top of my head. “You did. And I should’ve listened.”

“Mhm.”, I hum, my body swaying along with Harry’s. My arms keep his trapped against my chest as I bask in the feel of having him so close, butterflies once again swarming in my tummy when he drops his head to press a kiss to my shoulder, murmuring “I love you.” against the fabric of my t-shirt. The t-shirt I stole from his side of the closet.

“I love you to the moon and back.”

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He just looks so fucking good in this it's not even funny