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[thenamessparkplug]

gnarp gnarps will be real someday

that day is TODAY

(sound from this video)

[killmeprettypleasee]

HIS ONLY

this was requested by @denziezwhattfuck anyways thx bro<333

summary: your boyfriend has been acting a bit strange.. he wont let you go near with- like anyone now, you were just talking to Gaz but he found out then Soap pushed you into a room to "punish" you.

warning: jealous soft Soap, possesiveness, biting, bit of blood mentioned, rough seggs, reader is a masochist, slight derading.

You laughed at Gaz's joke and leaned against the wall with your back touching it, you smiled then let out a soft sigh after laughing and soon turned into a concern look "hey gaz.." he let out a hum and looked at you "Soap is.. acting a bit-" you were caught off by someone calling your name in the background "y/n! there you are!" Soap shouted making you turn around and smile at him "hey- oh Gaz? is it okay if i could borrow him?" he smiled at Gaz, but behind that smile is fuming rage and jealousy.

"sure! why not? anyways bye i almost forgot i have some business with Price anyways" Gaz giggled and was joined by Soap "right thanks" he said, soon that Gaz walked away and you were left with him, something was odd as Soap stare at Gaz as he walked off to Prices office, he turned around and he had a angry look on his face "y/n what did i told you about this?" you sighed and open your mouth to speak but it was shut when soap pulled your arm draging you into a room, he held your hand tightly not letting you go.

when you two got there he pushed you inside making you trip and fall to the floor making a thud sound come out "S-soap?.." you questioned his name out and looked up at him, he was starting to take his clothes off and unzipping his pants "strip for me will ya?" he smiled at you with darkness in his eyes, you were a bit scared and didnt questioned and began to take your clothes off "good boy thats it.." he purred out.

soon you were left with nothing, a smile creeped on his face seeing how vulnerable you are for him right now he cant wait to have you right then and there.

you spread your legs for him knowing what he wanted and this made him smirk at the sight from how eager you had gotten, he carried you by the armpits and placed you on the table near you and spread your legs again, he then kissed your lips harshly making you have a hard time keeping up with him as he does so, saliva drool down at the side of your mouth as his tongue dominated you leaving you whiney, but you didnt noticed that he got himself already lubed up already.

he slowly shoved it in as you guys kiss making you let out a small whimper in his mouth, a few moments passed and he is finally inside you with your back pressed against the wall.

He held your hips gripping them slightly and began to move slowly "you look so hella pretty stuffed with my cock inside you.. your taking it like the good little slut you are" he moaned out when he thrusted inside, every thrust he made was slow and rough at the same time and making sure to hit your prostate head on.

His thrust's were so rough that it can even shake the table underneath you as you cried from the pleasure you felt at that moment "have you forgotten what i told you?" He looked at you with sadism in his face as he pistoned his hips to meet against your ass "thought you were a good boy but.. ends up your just a total slut aye?" He chuckled darkly.

You cried helplessly as you moaned out his name inchorently while he just smiled at your form, the grip he had on your hips were sure to leave dark markins on your sensitive skin in the aftermath of this, he nuzzled his face against your neck with his teeth grazing against your skin and in surprise he bit you harshly and marking you as his.

Blood prickle down your neck as he marked his territory while he mumbled little possessive lines like "mine" and "my sweetling", the bite did hurt but it felt good having him marking you as his and his only.

"P-please.. Jhonny i cant- i cant take it.. im gonna cum" you whimper out as saliva dribble down your cheek from how fucked you were on his cock, but he only shook his head "a bad boy like you dont deserve to cum" he smiled sweetly as he rammed his cock inside you you couldn't help but let out snall gasps as he does so.

"you look like a slutty pornstar with that look on you face y/n.. you look so pretty like this" he chuckled and soon turned into a moan when he felt you tighten on his dick.

You felt your body went limp and your thighs shook on his hold as he spread it further making him go deeper, it felt so good.. it felt so so good that you whimper from the sensation.. the way he fucks you to the edge like this and degrades you with his sweet and rude words made your heart burst into ecstasy.

A few thrust Soap felt his orgasm go through, he knew you both font want to end this session but knew you two needed to rest "im gonna cum.. get ready" he warned you, his thrust became sloppier but still rough and soon as that he came filling you to the brim then you came after him making your back arch and gripped on his shoulder for support.

He chuckled while he caressed your waist "you did great y/n.. such a.. such a good boy" he panted heavily, you tried to to stay awake from how tired you got but your eyes are to heavy to open it up and Soap then rubbed your hair and making you flush against him as you let out a sigh feeling his warm skin against you, soon you fell asleep on him as he cleaned you up gently.

[larz-barz]

Harsh part 2 👀 i need to know what happens with Nayuri and Yuichiro next lol.

heheh kk lol i got you boo boo!!<333

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Harsh: part 2

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Nayuri had passed out while being cared for by Shinobu.

She was surprised to see Yuichiro next to her and holding her hand when she had woken up.

“Yui..” She whispered, smiling softly and the boy looked up at the sound of her voice.

“Are you ok my love?” She asked and Yuichiro frowned slightly at her question.

“Yuri, forget about me. Are you ok?” He asked worriedly and she nodded softly, giving him a sense of relief.

He relaxed and she smiled softly.

“I’m ok too, by the way.” He said and kissed her forehead.

She gave a relieved smile. “That’s good.”

She used her arms to push herself up to give Yuichiro a hug which he accepted.

“Don’t over exert yourself.” He said as he pulled away, carefully pushing her back down into the bed.

Nayuri obliged and laid back down.

“I’m gonna let you rest now, bye Yuri. Love you.” He said, a smile cracking on his lips.

“Ok bye, love you too Yui.” She smiled and blushed softly after the boy walked out.

She dozed off and Yuichiro goes back in quietly and kisses her on the forehead before going back out.

Nayuri smiled in her sleep as Yuichiro walked out.

~the end~

A/n: I hope you like it, Frosty!!<333

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

“it’s me, mi-cha. it’s y/n”

“is…is it really you?” asks mi-cha.

“yes. it’s me”

talking to your sister used to be so easy, but now, it feels unusual. you want to ask so much without sounding nosy but you’re nervous. you let her lead the conversation, but it’s clear that mi-cha is nervous too. “so…” mi-cha pauses.

“how have you been?”

“i’ve been okay. how are you?”

“same. been okay…”

“that’s good to hear. how’s, uh, how’s mom?”

mi-cha hesitates to answer. ‘not good. not good at all,’ she thinks but she decides against telling you the grim details. mi-cha keeps the update vague “good” she says and although you believe her, that couldn’t be further from the truth. her mother isn’t holding up so well and with the medical bills piling and threats of full custody, mi-cha has found herself backed into a corner. she knows she should involve you, so you can take the load off of her shoulders, but her grudge against you won’t let her go.

“that’s good. can…can you tell her i asked about her?”

“sure”

“thanks…”

“i should get going—,”

“WAIT…..jungkook and i are engaged”

mi-cha sighs. “congratulations. when’s the wedding?”

“probably next month…i’d love for you and mom to come”

“you know mom doesn’t like jungkook”

“i know but i want you guys there” your shoulders drop. you already know the answer without mi-cha saying it, but you’re glad you gave it a shot.

“okay” your ears perk up. “o-okay? okay as in you’ll be there?” you ask your sister and she nods.

“yeah. i’ll come. send me the invitation”

“really?! oh, thank you mi-cha! if…if you want, maybe we can see each other. you know? talk, go out but-but only if you want to”

mi-cha smiles. “sure. i’ll save your number. i’ve gotta go though. talk to you later”

“oh, okay. talk to you later…bye”

“bye”

~🫧

Another month passes by with a blur

He cannot believe that tomorrow will be the day that you and him get married. You are almost 7 months pregnant now., and your baby bump is the most adorable thing ever

He cannot get enough of it even though he’s a little absent due to work commitments and he’s been doing a lot of work in the office, it hasn’t been easy for Jungkook.

He’s been trying his best to avoid talking to his mother who blows up his phone, and he’s been avoiding his brother as well

But he doesn’t want to avoid his sister-in-law and ahyeon. They are gonna be at the wedding. And of course, Ian is going to be there too.

Because Crystal still doesn’t know about his infidelity.

As he returns home for the day, Jungkook is buzzing with excitement. You will be his forever

Tomorrow’s gonna be the biggest day of his life, you will be his wife.. that was his biggest dream, and now it’ll come true. But the thing is that when he enters the home?

His phone buzzes. And when he takes out his phone, it’s a text from you.

yn 🫀🌎

hi baby!!! I’m sorry but I’m not home today because I’m with mi-cha. I’m gonna be home soon though don’t worry it’ll just take me 2 to 3 hours. I’ll see you soon though. I love you <333

He looks at it, and for a minute, he’s pissed off. He doesn’t like it when you’re away from him, but you did text him about it. So he sighs

She’s your sister of course you can hang out with her whenever you want.

Jungkook enters the empty house and.. it feels a little weird, because your presence just lights up his whole world. But you’re probably with her to discuss the wedding preparations and maybe you’re even gonna go see a few of your friends.

•••

It’s 9 PM now, hes showered and lounging in the living room. Watching Korean comedy shows. You’re still not back home and his anxiety is rising.

As he puts another grape in his mouth, he hesitates to call you, but he shouldn’t though because he just wants to make sure that you’re OK but at the same time he doesn’t want to crowd you too much

Ever since his behavior with your other friend, he’s been trying his best to work on his jealousy issues. But it’s so hard.

He hasn’t seen you and it pisses him off

So he mutes the tv. And he takes out his phone to call you. But as soon as he opens it before he can call you, his notifications go off with texts.

weird.

It’s from an unknown number, jungkook rolls his eyes, maybe it’s his mother, but when he sees the texts.. they’re not from her.

They’re from that bitch.

[chososcamgirl]

HEYHEYHEY SIGMA IYAAA I JUST FINSIHED MY WORK SO HERES MY OFFICAL DAILY UPDATEEEEE 😈‼️HOW WAS UR DAY SIGMA?? IM PRETTYYY SURE ITS LIKE 8AM RN WHERE UR AT SO RISE AND GRINDDD YK THE DRILL 🙏🔥🐺

ANYWAY HERES THE DAILY YAP

ARNRBEBEBHRBEBEJEBE I HATEEEEE MY ENGLISH REACHER SO MUCH BECAUSE TELL ME WHY I CHECKED MY GRADE AND SEE THAT IM LITERALLY FAILING ENGLISH?? SO I CHECKED TO SEE WHY I WAS FAILING.. NO MISSINF ASSIGMENTS.. As IN ALL MY WORK… WHY AM I FAILING??? I TRIED TO CHECK IN WITH MY GRADEBOOK AND IT DIDNT HAVE A FREAKING REASON RAJHHHH WHY AM I FAILING IF THERE IS NOTHING TO FAIL ME FOR?? I SWEAR SHES JUST MESSING WITH MY GRADE CUS SHE HATES ME.. SHES ALWAYS TARGETING ME IN CLASS TOOO ARHRHRHEBEJEHEH AND I HAVE HER TMRW. UGHHHH IM GONNA START TWEAKINGGGG I HATEEE ENGLISH SMMM SOMEONE GET ME OUTTTTTT… I NEED A BREAK FROM SCHOOL CUS IM ALWAYS SO TIRED AND ITS LITERALLY SO DRAINING BUT IF I GO TO THE COUNSELOR SHES GONNA TRY TO GET ME TO GET A DIAGNOSIS FOR SOMETHING ☹️☹️ AND ALSO I DONT WANT TO MISS CLASS SINCE I WANNA LOCK IN BUT LIKE.. ARGHHH SCHOOL IS SERIOUSLY KILLING MEEEE… NOT MY MOST SIGMA MOMENT RN.. JENENEJEJEBEB ANSWER I LOST MY STUDENT ID… BUT I HOPE UR SKIBIDI BC IF UR SKIBIDI THEN I CAN BASK IN YOUR ALPHANESS (or whatever the saying is) 😈🐺‼️BUT TRUSTTTT NEXT WEEK IS GONNA BE GOOD SINCE ILL BE MANIFESTINF (by BARKING AT THE MOON 🐺🤫🔥)

ALSO I NEED TO KNOW.. (QOTD⁉️⁉️) WHATS UR FAV MOVIE SERIES (not anime) ‼️‼️

KAYKAY HAVE A SKIBIDI ALPHA RIZZLER DAY 😈 BYE LOVE YOU SIGMA ALPHA 🙂‍↕️😘

- 🐺

HI ALPHA!!🐺🐺

YAYYY i love to see you on ur school grind😈😈🙌🙌 ITS 7:29PM RN!!! sorry for the late reply i was on my sjap grind😓 i think ur sleeping now alpha but when u wake up this will be answered 😈🐺 LETS GET INTO IT

istg ur english teacher is an OPP😒 it would’ve been on sight for her bc WHY IS SHE FAILING YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO MISSING ASSIGNMENTS HELLO?? FOR NO REASON TOO? diabolical work. if this keeps on happening you should def talk to a higher up bc this happened to me in senior year. my eng teacher (who was the head of the department) was like BARELY passing me but the year before that my OTHER english teacher (also was the head of department but she retired that year) had me at the top of her class EVEN AT THE TOP OF THE YEAR LEVEL. like i literally got top of english that year but then when this other teacher came i failed my first assignment like what? istg they mark off of favouritism bc some of the shit i read from my peers that were supposedly marked higher than me was so ass like i’m sorry. but i don’t want that to happen to u so if it continues to happen pls talk to somebody abt it bc it’s actually unfair😭 if they get try to diagnose u with something just know it’ll be 100% sigma😈 you got this!! #lockin!! make the school ur omega🙂‍↕️🐺 I BELIEVE IN YOU!! i always feel skibidi after i read ur asks so i am skibidi rn which means UR skibidi🫵🫵 HELP NOT THE BARKING AT THE MOON😭 but yes i will also manifest that for u too <3

QOTD ANSWER‼️ hmm my favourite movie series would have to be wait i just looked at netflix i can’t choose just one SO I WILL GIVE U MY TOP 5!!

- alice in borderland (the wait for season 2 WAS SO EXCRUCIATING but so worth it)

- how to get away with murder (SO SO GOOD!!)

- brooklyn nine-nine! (it has a special place in my heart and such a funny show jake peralta i love you)

- pretty little liars (started watching it at the ripe age of 10 and fell in love with it, i revisit it often)

- AND YOU!! (just seasons 1 through 3 bc season 4 was ass lowkey didn’t even finish it😭)

also i want to watch suits but im gonna watch it after i finish bsd :3

TY FOR THIS ALPHA!! TELL ME UR FAVOURITES IN THE NEXT CHECK IN!! I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY WHEN U SEE THIS AND REMEMBER TO MAKE SCHOOL UR OMEGA😈😈 ILY <333

[kyufiber]

get f*cked  — lee hyunjae

member: hyunjae — tbz

tags: enemies to lovers <3, no actual smut (idk is a makeout scene smut?) but Very Suggestive™, various references to sex and Certain Kinks LMAOO bye

word count: 9.2k

a/n: i've been reading a lot of erotic novels lately LOL and well. i got inspired so <3 !! also a VERY special thanks to @cloudykyu​ who helped so so so much <3333 as well as @yeoldotcom​ @brururun​ @seoulbinz​ for encouraging me throughout <333 love u mamas <3

taglist: @stopitvpls​ @hyuckslytherin​ @vitaminhyunjin @kitymetal @notbeforelong @mavericsohn

playlist: kiss with a fist florence + the machine • choke i dont know how but they found me • boys like you tanerélle • two more minutes jaymes young • hurts like hell sølv • give up at 2 sofi de la torre • need you like that ezi • tempt my trouble bishop briggs • crave tove lo • loveyou dxvn. • bedroom eyes sølv • afraid of the dark ezi (full playlist here)

rage. there it was again. it always seemed to make an appearance when lee hyunjae was around.

your fists are balled up so tight that the skin stretched across your knuckles begins to turn white.

if looks could kill, hyunjae would've been dead a long time ago.

and there was his stupid fucking grin again. always playing on his lips, like he was having the time of his life pushing your buttons.

"alright, alright-!" the professor calls out, stepping between the two of you. "you're disrupting class, the both of you. sit down and be quiet, or you'll have a visit with the student office."

reluctantly, you tear your eyes away from hyunjae and march over to the other side of the classroom.

the professor makes his way back up to the front of the room and you take the few seconds his back is turned to shoot hyunjae one more glare.

he isn't looking though, and that pisses you off even more.

the class passes and you don't spare another glance in his direction so as to not ruin your mood any further.

finally, the clock hits 3:15, and you're free. a text beeps through on your phone offering that you join a couple friends at the chicken joint just outside campus. you need something to get your mind off he-who-will-not-be-named, and so you shoot back a quick text of agreement.

an hour later, you're well into your third drink and a 'i hate hyunjae' monologue.

"he's such an asshole," you grumble, snatching your drink away from seoyeon when she tries to confiscate it. "and i always get in trouble for it, because he pisses me off and i fly off the handle." a quick swig of your drink.

jiwon chuckles, a bit nervously. "y/n, maybe you should stop drinking."

"it's the only way i can better my mood after dealing with him," you whine, letting your head fall down onto the table with a thunk. your head shoots back up again suddenly, making hayoung jump. "i want some tteokbokki."

"no, y/n. we're going home. if you drink or eat anymore, you'll throw up all over the dorm, and i don't have the patience to deal with it tonight." seoyeon scolds you, looping an arm around your back. "c'mon guys, help."

"no~!" you groan, struggling a little against the three girls, but it's to no avail.

they manage to get you into a cab before piling in behind you, and your cheek rests on hayoung's shoulder. she pats your head lightly, and you snuggle up against her.

"i'm telling you all right now," you mumble. "if he tests me one more time, i'm gonna deck his ass."

"yeah, sure, y/n." jiwon responds, and you can imagine her rolling her eyes.

the ride back to the dorms is quiet, save for the occasional ding from seoyeon's phone, and your own quiet breaths.

the three girls had been your friends from the very first week of university. seoyeon had been your assigned roommate, and while at first, her abrasive attitude had put you off, you quickly realized that the two of you meshed far better than expected. she was the one who taught you to call others out on their bullshit, and you could always trust her to tell it to you straight. you'd met jiwon in an art club you'd signed up for. both of you were horrendously bad at painting, and you'd bonded over it. neither of you was still in the club, but the friendship had grown. and then, of course, there was hayoung. sweet, a little loud, and the voice of optimism in the group, you two had met at the freshmen orientation and had been close ever since.

the four of you naturally meshed into a little group, and the rest was history. you'd all lived together for two years now, and the dorm you shared was a hotspot of fond memories– though not without chaos.

with hayoung's gentle head pats, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt your awareness slip away, chased by sleep.

as the professor explains what a diphthong is, another sound reaches your ears and pries your attention from the lesson.

glancing around, you realize it's coming from hyunjae and the boy he sits next to — sunwoo, you think his name is. the two of them are whispering and laughing at some unknown joke. with a quiet sigh, you scribble a sloppy note on a piece of paper in your notebook.

please be quiet, trying to pay attention

you tear the sheet from your notebook and give it to a classmate, jerking your head at the two boys.

moments later, you feel a tap on your shoulder as the girl hands you the same piece of paper, only folded differently.

dont wanna

irritation pricks your chest like a thorn. civility never worked with him, but there was a test coming up and you really didn't want to interrupt class.

you send back a note, this one scrawled a little more sloppily, indicative of your declining patience.

if you aren't here to learn, go home

again, a tap on the shoulder. you unfold the note and roll your eyes so hard you nearly see your own skull.

i paid 2 b here :P

you glance up at the professor, checking to make sure he wasn't looking when you passed back another note. it's not like this was high school, but you can't imagine he'd be happy to have his students passing notes instead of taking them.

yeah same. except i paid to learn, not giggle in the back of class :)

awww r u jealous im not paying attention to u??

you want so badly to chuck the crumpled note right at his head, but instead, you take a deep breath and scribble a response.

can you just shut the hell up

whoops. hit a nerve there huh ;)

breathe, y/n. breathe. no need to lose it.

seriously? i'm trying to actually learn here

ok so stop replying then

you grit your teeth and crumple the paper into a ball, shoving it into your back pocket. you train your eyes on the front of the classroom, trying to pay attention, and then, there it is again. just within earshot, the sound of whispering and quiet laughter.

you slam your hand down the desk and jump to your feet, resulting in the chair clattering across the linoleum floor with a loud bang. "can you shut the fuck up?"

the classroom is dead silent, and you realize what you've done.

"excuse me?" the professor asks, gone still.

with your figurative tail tucked between your legs, you shrink back down into your seat sheepishly. "not you, sir." you murmur. "i was talking to hyunjae,"

the middle-aged man's eyes shift to hyunjae. "still... that's not a reason to interrupt class." he blinks as if he still can't believe what just happened. "and hyunjae... please stop distracting other students."

"sir, i don't even know what she's talking about." he pipes up, pouting. "i wasn't talking."

"well–"

"are you kidding?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself. "you were gabbing nonstop with him!"

sunwoo sinks into his seat a little, ears turning red.

what is going on with you today? it's like any semblance of a filter that you might've had is gone.

"i don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs nonchalantly. "it was probably someone else you heard."

it's less the fact that he was talking, now, and more the fact that he's denying it in front of everyone and making you look like an idiot.

"screw you, hyunjae." you spit.

why are you so angry? something about him just lights you up, and not in the good kind of way, but in the kind of way people go to jail for.

not that you'd ever do anything to warrant your arrest, but still.

"hey–" it's the professor, trying to interject.

"yeah, you want to?" hyunjae snickers.

you see red.

you snatch up your pencil case, winding back, ready to hurl it right at his face, when–

"alright! that's enough!" the professor booms, and you're torn from your rage trance. "both of you, out. you're grown adults; this is just– this is unacceptable."

it's then that you feel the full weight of everyone's eyes on you. you want to sink into the floor as you gather your things and stuff them into your backpack.

as you pass by your professor, he examines you with disappointed eyes. "you two, head to the guidance office. a counselor is going to have a word with you."

you bow your head, cheeks burning with shame, and exit the classroom.

as the two of you wait in the guidance office waiting room, you shoot hyunjae a deadly glare. "this is all your fault."

he raises an eyebrow. "i'm not the one who yelled in front of the whole class,"

before you can respond, a voice calls your names from a cracked door at the opposite end of the small room.

you've never been inside the guidance office before, as you'd had no reason to– until now. the office is home to several bookshelves chock full of books reaching several feet high, and various wall-hangings that you can't make out the words on.

the counselor sits behind a dark wood desk, with a nameplate that reveals this man's name as ryu kyungseok, the head counselor.

you want to sink into the floor, but instead, you just settle into the leather chair and press your knees together.

"good afternoon," mr. ryu smiles easily. "i heard about the incident in professor kim's class today."

taking advantage of the moment of silence, you shift forward. "sir, i am so, so sorry. i lost my temper, but it won't happen again, i swear."

he holds his hand up to silence me. his eyes are crinkled around the corners, etched with laugh lines. "unfortunately, this isn't the first report i've gotten about the two of you. every single professor that's taught a class with the two of you in it..." he shakes his head. "my point is, even if you believe what you're saying, i can't."

you press your palms against your thighs, cheeks flushed. this is humiliating.

"so, instead of reacting in a way that may hurt your record," he folds his fingers together. "i've come up with an alternative."

now, standing at the entrance to the storage room, horror is painted over your features. when he had said "alternative," this is not what you had pictured.

instead of a normal response, like, i don't know, moving one of you to a different class, they'd decided to put you in even closer proximity.

the library has a storage room, he'd gone on. right now it's a mess, and nobody has had time to clear it out. that's where the two of you come in.

the two of you had been tasked with clearing out the storage room and finding places for the likely thousands of books that had been dumped in here.

thousands was probably an understatement. every corner of the room is piled two thirds of the way to the ceiling with books. dread bubbles up in your chest.

you're fucked.

you're told by mr. ryu that you'll start library duty the next day at 4, as that's when both your classes are over for the day, and finish at 6.

that night, you complained to your friends about the situation and seoyeon had snarked that you shouldn't have blown up during class.

you had glowered at her and pouted like a child, but she was right– as usual.

you pick up a book and dust off the cover, releasing a plume of particles into the air, which causes you to sneeze violently.

hyunjae's head pops around the corner, one eyebrow raised. "i'd say 'bless you,' but i'm worried you might throw that book at my head."

"ha, ha." you sneer humorlessly and turn your eyes back to the stacks.

you briefly questioned counselor ryu's judgment. you'd been seconds away from chucking a pencil case at hyunjae's head the day before, and now he was letting the two of you alone with hundreds of books at your disposal?

amusement washes over you at the thought of smacking hyunjae in the head with a book.

"hey," his voice sounds right behind you, and you jump, dropping the book you were holding. his eyes skim over the piles. "is this as far as you've gotten?"

you instantly bristle. "excuse me? and how much have you done?"

his mouth quirks up, far too smug for your liking. "more than this. too busy thinking about me, huh?"

your eyes narrow. he's right, technically, but he doesn't ever need to know that. "as if. i'm just actually putting effort into doing it right."

his lips flatten in an almost-grimace. "uhuh. like when you were 'putting effort into actually learning'?" he adds air quotes, and you stare him down through your hair.

"yeah, exactly like that. notice how i was actually paying attention?" or trying to.

"right, all that furious note scribbling."

you slam a book down onto one of the piles and climb to your feet. "it's six. i'm leaving."

"it's actually only five fifty-five!" he calls after you, and you give him the finger.

later that night, you find yourself at the same table of the same chicken and beer joint as before. only this time, hayoung is missing, studying for a test.

you narrow your eyes at an empty soju bottle and your head lolls to the side. "'m gonna kill 'im," you slur, a heavy pout on your lips. you sloppily point to the bottle as if it's hyunjae. "stupid!"

jiwon sighs and rests her head in her hand in exasperation. "y/n, if you drink every time hyunjae upsets you, you're gonna go into liver failure before you graduate university."

you ignore her, raising your hand to ask for another bottle, but it's quickly stopped by seoyeon. "nope! you're done."

in what felt vaguely like a repeat of the other night, the two girls help you into a taxi and head home, but this time there's no hayoung patting your head. you pout again, like a small child.

as they're helping you through the dorm building's hallways, you catch sight of a familiar face and instantly your body goes into fight mode.

"you!" you hiss, struggling against seoyeon and jiwon's grips, which are desperately trying to hold you back.

you spit various profanities at the hyunjae hallucination before the girls can drag you inside the dorm room. once they do, all your energy seems to deflate and it doesn't take much effort to dump you in your bed.

snuggling under the cover, you finally let sleep take you.

the next morning, a dull throbbing plagues your head as you get ready for the day. you leave later than usual, having slept through your alarm, and this proves to be a grave mistake.

nothing is amiss as you leave your dorm and make your way down the nearest dining hall. it's not until you're proceeding down the breakfast buffet and feel someone standing a little too close, that you begin to realize something is wrong.

hyunjae stands next to you, empty-handed, leaning against the marble counter of the buffet. his mouth quirks up. "hangover?"

you blink, confused for a moment.

then you recall the previous night and it dawns on you that the "hallucination" was likely not a hallucination at all.

the blood drains from your face. you can't decide if you'd rather stand here frozen, hoping he'll go away or make a run for it.

before you can make a decision, he speaks again. "see you at the library later," he grins and walks off.

this is the probably thousandth time you've felt humiliated in the last week, and it's getting real old, real fast.

you snatch up a sausage link, ignoring the judgmental eyes of the person behind you, and keep moving down the line.

later that day, hyunjae is exactly 13 minutes late to library duty, and while normally you would make some snarky comment about his tardiness, you can barely look him in the eye.

"aw, she's shy." he snickers, pushing open the storage room door, and all you can manage is a quiet grumble.

the next two hours are just as bad as you expect them to be.

after a few precious (suspicious) minutes of silence, hyunjae holds up a book with his eyebrows innocently knitted together. "oh, look, y/n. i think you'll like this one."

you glance up, eyes skimming over the cover, and your mouth contorts into a grimace.

drink: the intimate relationship between women and alcohol. the bold black lettering mocks you in a way that's quite reminiscent of the person holding it.

"shut up," you mutter, and all he responds with is a smug chuckle.

he continues to make fun of you until you hurl a small paperback in his direction, and then he lets up a little.

during the last half-an-hour, the two of you push around carts full of organized books, placing them on the correct shelves.

hyunjae is nowhere to be seen – most likely on the other side of the library – and you're reaching up to a shelf that's just out of reach, when a hand appears above yours, snatches the book from your grip, and slips it onto the aforementioned shelf.

you turn and are met with an unfamiliar face.

"oh, um, thank you," you murmur, creating more distance between you and the stranger.

he half-smiles. "no problem. i'm eric."

you dip your head, an awkward smile stretched across your lips. "y/n."

"nice to meet you, y/n." he takes a step forward, and you eye him. "i hope this isn't too forward, but i noticed you a while ago and thought you were really cute." it is too forward. please back up. "could i get your number?"

is he objectively handsome? yes. are you interested? no.

you find yourself mildly annoyed that hyunjae has put you in a state where you're too preoccupied to be flattered that a guy is hitting on you.

"oh, um..." your eyes dart around, and you stiffly scratch behind your ear.

before you can think up a proper response, a familiar scent hits your nose. annoyance flares in your chest near-immediately, and it occurs to you that hyunjae has basically pavlov's dog-ed you. just the scent of him is like a mosquito, sticking a needle into your patience and draining it.

he leans over your shoulder, shooting what seems like a friendly grin at eric. "sorry, man. you're out of luck. she's got a boyfriend."

you nearly gape at hyunjae, but manage to keep it together, realizing it probably wouldn't be convincing if you looked shocked at the idea.

"a boyfriend?" eric blinks. "i could've sworn she was single. who is it?"

of all the things you might've predicted would happen next, what actually happens is not one of them.

hyunjae slips his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers, his grin becoming exponentially more smug. if you didn't know any better, you would've sworn your heart all-out stops.

"guess."

eric's eyes drop down to your interlaced fingers, disappointment painting his face. "oh. um, my bad. see you around," unlikely.

once eric rounds a corner, you rip your hand from hyunjae's and wipe it on your jeans. "i need to go wash my hands, now." you huff.

he blows air out his lips, stepping away to lean against a bookshelf. "i think a 'thank you' is in order?"

you shoot him an obviously fake smile. "i didn't ask for your help. and holding my hand was not necessary."

"i forgot how ungrateful you are." he squints. "or are you just trying to cover up the fact that you liked it?"

"hold on, hold on–" you hold your palm up to your mouth, feigning a queasy look. "i think i just threw up in my mouth a little."

he rolls his eyes, and your arms drop to your sides. "how do you even know i wasn't going give him my number?" you narrow your eyes. "you could've been doing more harm than good just now." that wasn't the case, but he didn't need to know that.

he scoffs. "please, y/n. don't you think i can read your body language by now?"

your eyebrows knit together in surprise. what?

"anyways, it's past six." he turns, heading towards the front of the library. "came to let you know you can go home."

after he rounds the corner of a bookshelf and disappears from your sightline, you stand for a moment, processing.

contrary to how you'd made it seem, you were thankful that he'd helped you. but you were never, ever going to say that out loud.

your eyes blink open, but the darkness in the room is so thick, you can't make out the ceiling. you rub your eye and sit up out of bed, the sound of muffled chatter reaching your eyes.

following the noise, you're led to the common room of your dorm's floor. settled into the couches are your roommates, along with several boys you've seen around– and hyunjae.

an exasperated sigh escapes your lips, and it catches the attention of the group. hyunjae shoots you a crinkly smile, and you roll your eyes.

"y/n!" hayoung chirps, motioning you over. you snuggle up next to her, stuffing your feet under her sweatpant-clad thighs.

"we were talking shit about you," jiwon jokes, and you throw a sofa cushion at her.

"no, actually we were talking about changmin's candy addiction." seoyeon declares. "he has like, thirty bags of that shit stored in his dorm room."

changmin – at least, who you assume is changmin – smiles good-naturedly and offers you a bag of various candies.

you shrug and take a lollipop. "can't blame him, honestly. there's a reason i had a ton of cavities in middle school."

a guy you recognize from your literature class, chanhee, shudders in his spot on the opposite couch, earning a chuckle from seoyeon. "oh, whatever, chanhee. we all know you've never had a cavity and are so much better than us."

he sticks out his tongue. "as long as we're on the same page."

hayoung suddenly studies the empty lollipop wrapper gripped in your palm. "wait, is that fruit punch flavor?" she whines. "that's my favorite! i couldn't find one in the bag..."

you laugh. "sorry~ i would give it to you, but i already licked it, so–"

"so?" hyunjae interjects, and everyone's heads swivel to look at him. you don't like the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

he reaches out, taking hold of your lollipop, and in one quick movement, he slips it between his lips.

your mouth falls open.

someone – you're not sure who, since you're gaping at hyunjae – lets out a quiet "ohhhh," and it's followed by a loud cackle.

"mm. tastes good." he sucks on it pointedly, eyes never leaving yours. "not sure if that's you or the lollipop, though."

and then he winks.

you shove him off the couch armrest, and he hits the ground with a painful thunk. he whines in pain, and the group bursts out in giggles as you rise to your feet.

"going to bed," you announce, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

"y/n~! don't leave!" hayoung whines, but you ignore her and march back to your dorm.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

you curse him to the depths of hell and back, your mind a stream of profanities all directed at lee hyunjae.

what was he playing at? he had a special talent, and that was that everything he did managed to make you look stupid.

you slam the door of your bedroom and settle into your desk chair with a huff.

asshole.

as much as you had dreaded library duty at first, shelving was actually quite relaxing. you didn't have to deal with you-know-who, and you could just withdraw into your own thoughts in the quiet of the library.

you turn the corner into a section in the furthest corner of the library, and stop dead in your tracks.

unable to pinpoint exactly what it was that would be causing the sound, you shuffle towards the source of the noise. what would be making a rhythmic thumping noise in the back of the library?

you peak your head around a bookshelf, and that's when you realize. oh.

face bright red, you whip your head back around and speed walk the other direction. scurrying around a corner, you slam into hyunjae – you know from that damn scent, like fresh laundry or some shit – and nearly fall over.

he steadies you with his hands and then examines your face quizzically. "what are you rushing around for? is the president coming?"

you press your lips together, face still flushed at what you just witnessed. "well– erm–"

"why are you so red?" he asks with a small laugh.

"there's a couple over there–" you jerk your thumb behind you. "doing things." you blush even harder.

his eyes glance behind you and you can see the moment he realizes what you mean when his lips press together, trying to hold back a laugh.

"you saw a couple getting it on?" his eyes twinkle.

you shove past him, glowering to hide your embarrassment. "yes, shut up."

"oh man, he cracks his neck, a grin hovering on his lips. "innocent little y/n. can't handle a little thrust action."

you furrow your brows indignantly. "i'm not innocent! i just wasn't expecting to see that... here."

"you aren't innocent?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow as he walks alongside you. "then why'd you lose it over a lollipop?"

you quail at the mention, hastily stuffing a book onto the shelf next to you. "i don't wanna talk about that."

"see what i mean?" he sighs, like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. "you're a baby."

"i'm not! i've done... stuff." you swallow, not looking at him as you push the cart forward.

"stuff?"

"hyunjae! i don't wanna talk about this!"

"i'm just saying," he says airily, and in your peripheral vision you see him shrug. "you said you weren't innocent, but you're all embarrassed talking about it."

"you're a real asshole, you know?"

your mind flashes to your most recent experience. it wasn't pleasant, and it lasted for no more than 30 seconds, and you regretted it as soon as it happened. you grimace at the memory.

"not good, huh?" he chuckles, his tone teasing. he continues, leaning forward and lowering his voice a little. "so it wasn't a spicy rendezvous in a dark corner of a library, then?"

"god, no, i wish." you blurt out, and then your face returns to the rosy shade of red it was just a minute before.

you quickly look over to assess his reaction, and his grin is awfully similar to one of the cheshire cat.

you push your cart forward a little faster than before. "you didn't hear that."

"sure, i didn't. gosh, y/n, i didn't take you for the kind of girl who was into that."

you slam a book into his chest, jerking your head at the shelf on the other side of him. "shut up, please."

he just laughs, and for the first time, the sound doesn't make you wanna punch him.

you don't realize you've forgotten about the school field day that's coming up until you're on your way to class one morning and notice that the athletic field – which is usually only occupied by the sports teams – is bustling with activity.

there are students darting to and fro like ants, carrying boxes and equipment you can't put a name to. on one end, several students are painting canvas posters with giant bubble letters. on the other, there are even more people setting up tables for who-knows-what.

"that's this week?" you mumble to yourself, and you jump when you get an unexpected answer.

"i know right? i totally would've forgotten, but my seatmate in astronomy is on the student council and she's been talking about it all week." jiwon smiles from beside you.

you return the expression and turn your eyes back to the organized chaos of the bleacher-enclosed field. "are you gonna compete in any of the games?"

"y/n, please. jesus. the last time i did a sport was high school, and it was colorguard."

you snort. "hey, i've seen the photos. those girls have serious muscles. don't shit on colorguard."

"anyways, no. i'll be happy on the sidelines cheering for younghoon."

you pouted. jiwon and younghoon had been dating since her first year of university, and as nice as that was, you were a little sulky that she was in a stable multi-year relationship while all you got was short flings that usually ended with you being ghosted.

"are you?" she asks.

you laugh. "i doubt it. i'm not super athletic, but i am competitive, and that wouldn't turn out well."

she chuckles along with you, nodding knowingly. "true, god. do you remember when we played monopoly?"

you fix her with a joking glare. "don't remind me. that was a dark time. seoyeon and i almost got divorced."

the week passes in a blur, both figuratively and quite literally. everyone seems to be busy with something, rushing around and getting ready for the field day. the previous years, you'd been back home during this time, so you hadn't witnessed the chaos of pre-field day before now.

library duty is suspended temporarily and a good chunk of students are missing from classes, both due to event prep, so you haven't seen hyunjae since the library incident.

you'd like to think you're enjoying the peace and quiet, but in actuality, you're restless.

it's probably just the energy from all the activity rubbing off, you tell yourself, but every time you walk into linguistics and a certain seat is empty, disappointment bubbles up in your chest.

ridiculous. are you looking for a fight or what?

the days before the big event, you find yourself walking slower than normal when you pass the sports stadium, eyes searching the span of the field for a familiar figure.

when the self-awareness hits, you scold yourself and speed up your pace, refusing to turn your head any direction other than forward until the bleachers are out of sight.

finally, friday arrives, and the sports stadium is filled with hundreds – if not thousands – of students wearing athletic clothes and big smiles. dozens of tables are set up just outside the bleachers with food, school merch, and various things to purchase. the grassy section inside the running lanes is littered with props for various minigames; plastic pools, batons, and cones.

the sound of someone's loud laughter hits your ears, distinctive amongst all the buzz and chatter, and you turn your head just as a spray of water hits you. you inhale sharply as the freezing cold water runs down your legs, dripping into your sneakers, and you try to blink the liquid out of your eyes.

"sunwoo, you asshole!" a familiar voice shouts, with an edge of laughter, and when you open your eyes, hyunjae is there.

his hair is soaking wet, curling in small ringlets and sticking to his skin, as is his sleeveless tie-dyed shirt. the grin so often playing on his lips is present.

"miss me?"

holy fuck.

"no," you scoff. "thanks for that, by the way."

"hey," he holds his hands up in a surrendering gesture, eyes crinkled. "that was sunwoo, not me. he probably wants revenge for being embarrassed in front of the whole class."

you squint, feigning annoyance. "by getting me wet?"

he winks suggestively, earning him a smack on the arm.

"ow!" he whines, cradling his arm.

"are you participating in anything?" you ask in a tone that (hopefully) says 'i don't care either way.'

"yeah, apple bobbing and the baton relay." he shoots you a boyish smile, pain forgotten. "are you gonna cheer for me?"

you scrunch your nose in distaste. "you wish."

just then, hyunjae's name is called by someone letting him know it's nearly his turn for apple bobbing. he shouts back an affirmative and then turns back to you.

"don't scream my name too loud." he starts to turn, and then turns back for a moment. "actually, i take that back." he shoots you a wink and is on his way with an obnoxious spring in his step.

you give him the finger, even though his back is turned, and seoyeon, who suddenly appears next to you, smacks it down.

you are not prepared for the apple bobbing contest.

sure, contestants need to be on their knees for this game. you get that. but hands tied behind their backs? to "prevent cheating," they say. or is it solely to drive you off the edge of sanity?

as time runs out, hyunjae's head emerges from the plastic pool, and he spits the apple gripped between his teeth onto the grass.

someone loosens his arm restraints, and he climbs to his feet, running a hand through his dark-brown, drenched hair and grinning at the crowd.

"goddamn," jiwon mumbles, but you know she's looking at younghoon.

even so, you choke out an "i know right."

the next time you see hyunjae, he is completely dry and wearing a shirt with actual sleeves, thank god.

he shakes his head to get the hair out of his face, reminding you of a dog, and shoots you a smile as the two of you make your way to the back of the library.

"don't forget to check all the dark corners," he teases. "that couple might be here again."

you roll your eyes. "god."

as the two of you pass the library office, the head librarian glances up. "oh, you two!" she calls. "head to the guidance office! counselor ryu wanted to see you."

the two of you exchange a look.

the whole way to the office, hyunjae is cracking jokes, and you can't help but laugh at his dumb antics.

"do you think mr. ryu knows we were having lewd affairs in the back of the library?" he feigns worry.

"will you shut up?" you huff, but you can't help a laugh from escaping your lips, and it only encourages him.

"you're not shy are you?" he inquires with an impish smile, just as the two of you arrive outside the office. he waves to the receptionist to let her know of your presence, and then continues. "i thought you liked that kind of thing. giving mixed signals here, y/n."

"you're such an idiot," you scoff, leaning your foot against the cinderblock wall behind you.

"your mom wasn't saying that last night," he quips with a self-satisfied smirk.

"my mom's dead." you deadpan. you're lying, of course. she's alive and probably watching tv in your parents' living room right about now.

"yeah, right. i overheard you talking about your mom like two weeks ago."

"worth a try," you respond airily, crossing your arms.

"y'know, funny enough, that's exactly what park eunyoung said to me last week when she was trying to convince me to sleep with her." he grins, and lightly kicks a loose rock with his foot as he takes a small step forward.

before you can think twice, the words are bubbling up from your throat. "hyunjae," you scoff. "you probably don't even know how to kiss a girl properly, much less fuck her."

oh, shit.

his expression changes and you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth.

he takes a calculated step forward, and then another until he's well invading your personal bubble. you try to take a step back, but there's only wall. you're trapped between a rock and a hard place, quite literally.

you study his face closely, watching for any familiar expression to latch onto, but you find nothing. his usual playful grin is gone; the mischievous gleam that typically dances around his pupils is nowhere to be found.

regret prickles in your chest. is he actually angry? you can't tell; his expression is so uncharacteristically stony, you don't have a clue what's going on behind those eyes.

"i wouldn't say that to me." he finally speaks.

"why not?" you mean for it to come out a sharp retort, but it's far more shaky than intended.

his gaze flicks down to your neck.

in your peripheral vision, you see his hand rise from his side, and then you feel it press against the sensitive skin of your neck. his fingers wrap around it, far too gently to have any real effect, but just enough to send a message: he could if he wanted.

you swallow against his palm, eyes locked on his face.

his head tilts slightly, and his eyes finally meet yours again, and it becomes just a little harder to breathe. "you wanna fuck around and find out?"

the words themselves might've come off as terrifying had the context been different, or if it had been anyone who'd said them. but it was him, and that was a different story altogether.

your stomach sears with heat, despite your desperate attempts to will the feeling away.

a glint of something familiar shines in his gaze, and his mouth quirks up at the corner. "you like that, huh?"

you don't like the flush that creeps across your cheeks; not at all. because he's right, and you absolutely hate that.

the receptionist calls for you both through the open door of the guidance office, shattering the trance you're trapped in, and you shove him away. "no," you snap, hoping your voice isn't shaky, and stride into the office.

the receptionist smiles politely and motions towards a familiar closed door across the room. "you can head on in."

mr. ryu is sitting behind his desk, just as he had been the last time you were here.

you clear your throat, shoving down the memory of what just occurred outside the office.

"hello again, y/n. hyunjae." he offers a friendly smile and adjusts his position in the chair. "how's the library work coming along?"

"just fine," you swallow. "we've made a lot of progress."

"good to hear. i was worried the two of you would fight so much you wouldn't get any work done." he chuckles. "are you getting along well?"

in the beat of silence before you can think up a proper answer, hyunjae interjects. "oh, for sure."

without thinking, you glance over at him, and back is that oh-so-familiar grin that often rests on his face. mr. ryu shifts his eyes somewhere for just a moment, and hyunjae takes the opportunity to send you a cheeky wink.

it takes everything in you to not leap out of the chair, but you settle for scowling at him instead.

shithead.

"well, i'm glad to hear it." mr. ryu speaks again. "i just wanted to check on how things were going, since it's been quiet lately. you're free to go now. thanks for coming in,"

as the two of you make your way outside, hyunjae reaches to open the door from behind you and brushes your arm in the process. you bite down on your cheek so hard you taste iron.

there's that scent again. it lingers around your head like a halo, invading your senses and almost making you dizzy.

where he went, that sweet fragrance always followed.

where is he, then?

ah. there he is.

you can hear his breathy gasps. you can see the beads of sweat dripping down his jaw.

flashes.

he's there, and then he's not.

you can feel hands ghosting across your bare skin; his mouth on your collarbones. his fingers on your neck.

oh, god.

they tighten around your throat, pressing against the skin just under below your jaw.

oh, god.

his name spills out of your mouth like a wellspring, pouring over the edge, more and more.

you want more.

hyunjae.

your eyes fly open.

your ceiling fan whirrs quietly, its breeze catching strands of your hair and making them flutter.

your pajamas are wet with sweat, and there's a throbbing between your legs that makes your cheeks burn.

despite trying to push the dream out of your mind, it sticks in your brain like a parasite. someone mentions doing their laundry, and it pops into your head. there's a cartoon drawing of a bed in your textbook, and there the dream is again.

you accidentally snap a pencil in half when one of your classmates starts asking everyone what they had dreams about the night before, and wonder if the world is personally out to get you.

in the class you share with hyunjae, you've never sat so stiffly facing forward as you do today. you refuse to look at him, even in your peripheral vision, because you know exactly what will happen as soon you catch a glimpse of his face.

why hyunjae, of all people?

lost in thought, you don't notice that you've stabbed your pen into your notebook so hard that the ink is bleeding through the page, or the fact that class has ended.

"you okay, there?" a familiar voice asks, and you jump in your chair. hyunjae raises an eyebrow, laughing a little bit at your skittish behavior.

just as you expected, the moment your eyes land on his face, all you can think about is the dream, and your face begins to burn.

you look away, fearing that if you look at him too long, he'll be able to see right into your thoughts.

"mhm," you cough and gather your things, furiously shoving them into your backpack.

"y/n–" he starts, but you're already fleeing out the door to safety.

by the time four o'clock rolls around, you're confident you've steeled yourself for being alone with him for two hours. and then he pulls off his hoodie (and as a result half his shirt with it) and the last several hours of preparation go down the drain.

he glances over and your head snaps in the opposite direction, studying the cover of a random book so intently, you're convinced you can see its threads splitting as time passes.

"you're acting weird," he comments. "why are you acting weird?"

"i'm not acting weird," you respond, bite in your voice.

"you're definitely acting weird,"

"i'm not."

"you definitely are."

"no, i'm not!"

"is it something i did?"

you whirl around, a scowl on your face. "not everything is about you."

this definitely is, though.

he raises an eyebrow, and you try your best to ignore him.

after a long while of silence, you withdraw into your own thoughts and relax a bit. absentmindedly, your gaze flutters up and catches on his hands, gripping the book cart.

you swallow, lips parting.

a book slips out of your hands, tumbling to the floor with a loud thunk, and you jump.

"have a headache. going home," you mumble, and rush out of the library without another word.

you don't dream about him that night.

you shove down the disappointment in your chest, trying to convince yourself that you absolutely do not want to dream about him again. but when your friends invite you out to go drinking with them, you decline so you can go to bed early.

when sleep finally overtakes you, your sleep is anything but dreamless. upon waking, that familiar sheen of sweat drips down your thighs, and you don't answer jiwon when she asks why you're stuffing your sheets in the washing machine so aggressively.

the evening following the second dream – which is somehow worse than the first – a dozen of you from your floor go to the dining hall together. jiwon and younghoon are cuddling on the opposite end of the table, seoyeon is fighting with chanhee about something, and hyunjae sits across from you, laughing with kevin.

you stab your fork into your food, eyes locked on his stupid, dumb, idiot face. how can he be so carefree and unaffected when you're losing your mind?

saerom, another girl on your floor, appears at the end of the table with a big smile and a tupperware full of cupcakes. "hey, guys! it's my birthday today, so i made some cupcakes! any takers?"

of course, being college students, there's a chorus of "me!"'s and she makes her rounds, making sure everyone gets a cupcake. when she arrives at your chair, you shake your head with a polite smile. your appetite is ruined by your inner turmoil, and you can barely finish your lunch.

hyunjae, tasting a stripe of frosting off of his cupcake, shakes his head. "y/n, just try one." he pesters, and then, when you glare at him, adds: "you're no fun."

something in you snaps.

you reach forward, taking hold of his wrist with your fingers and pulling his hand towards you. confusion knits his eyebrows together.

and then you lean forward, sucking a dollop of frosting off his fingers, and the confusion morphs into realization.

his mouth hangs open, and it registers that the entire table has gone silent.

"mm," you hum, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb. "tastes good."

your mouth quirks up at the corner in triumph, having finally given hyunjae a taste of his own medicine.

he stares at you, dumbfounded, hand still frozen and extended.

he blinks. withdraws his arm. "come here." he says, with an odd tone of voice.

you don't move.

he presses his tongue against his inner cheek. "y/n, come here."

you lick your lips nervously, now slightly regretting having acted out. "no."

he makes a move to get out of his chair and you bolt. the table you're at is in the back of the large, windowed room, and you make a beeline for the closest exit.

catapulting out the door and into the balmy, night air outside, you slow down, thinking you're safe. until you hear the door slam open behind you, and catch sight of hyunjae right on your heels. when you try to make a run for it, his fingers reach out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragging you right back to him.

the involuntary noise that leaves your lips is unholy.

his eyebrows shoot up at the sound, and your face flushes beet red. while he's still caught off-guard, you kick his shin as hard as you can and sprint down the sidewalk.

when you reach your dorm, you slam the door behind you, even though you know it's unlikely he followed you. breathing hard and legs shaking a little from running so hard, you make your way to your bedroom.

you come to the conclusion that the only way to avoid any more humiliation involving lee hyunjae is to avoid him, and therefore make a promise to yourself to stay far, far away from him for as long as possible.

and that's exactly what you do. if you see even a hint of that familiar haircut or hear that characteristic laugh, you're dashing in the opposite direction. you move your seat across the room from him in every class and bolt as soon as class ends.

and then there's the issue of library duty. the first day, you get out of by helping hayoung's club with decorating their clubroom. the second, you insist you have a horrible migraine and that you need to go home. the third day, you're running out of reasons not to show up– until jacob.

on wednesday, jacob bae transfers into your linguistics class and sits right beside you, wearing a friendly smile.

"hi," he beams, holding out his hand. "i'm jacob."

"nice to meet you," you dip your head.

during a partnered activity, the two of you chatter and realize how much you have in common, like your disdain for pancakes, or how you prefer to eat your pizza folded in half.

"i actually know a really great pizza place like half-an-hour from campus," he starts excitedly. "do you want to go there after class?"

you calculate the math in your head; class ends at 3:15. if it takes 30 minutes to get there, and you'll likely spend at least an hour there, probably more, and then the ride back will take 30 minutes...

you'll miss library duty.

you grin. "sure!"

the next week goes by smoothly. jacob lives in the dorm building next to yours, so the two of you end up walking to class or meeting up between classes often.

anytime you see hyunjae and jacob isn't around, you run for it. if he is, you link your arm through his and urge him to walk faster, coming up with some excuse that you feel like walking at a quicker pace.

you're sure you've settled into a foolproof routine, until that next friday. 

do you consider yourself a good person? for the most part. unfortunately, you’re prone to making unwise decisions, and this is one of them.

you couldn’t do library duty, for god’s sake. close proximity to hyunjae for hours after your mortifying encounter the other night? you shudder at the thought. but then again, you needed those hours logged, and so the only solution you could think of that solved both issues was to forge them yourself. 

this is the reason you wait for the guidance office receptionist to head to lunch, and then you sneak into mr. ryu’s office, where the library duty attendance logs are kept.

you would need to be quick, otherwise you’d have a lot more than just library duty to worry about. 

you comb through mr. ryu’s desk drawers until you find one labelled with your name. just as you reach for it, a sudden voice makes you jump out of your skin.

“what are you doing?”

your head jerks up.

it’s hyunjae, and you honestly aren’t sure if that’s worse than it being a staff member. 

your brows furrow. “hyunjae, what the hell are you doing in here?” you hiss. 

“what are you doing in here?” he shoots back accusatorially, stepping further into the room.

you circle around the desk in an attempt to create more distance. “none of your business,” you snip.

“you’re trying to fake your library hours, aren’t you?” he sneers. “not happening. you’ll actually have to show up and face me.”

“just– leave me alone!”

“then leave the attendance records alone,”

you scowl at him, and he narrows his eyes right back.

the sound of the office door handle squeaking makes both of your heads whip around in panic.

“oh fuck, oh fuck–” you say, frantically looking around the room for somewhere to hide. 

at the last second, hyunjae drags you into a tiny closet on the far right side of the room, closing the door just as the office door opens. 

his hand covers your mouth, and you squirm in an attempt to get it off, but it only tightens his hold on you. 

someone you assume is mr. ryu crosses the room to the desk, shuffling around papers as if looking for something. a moment later, his identity is confirmed when he answers a phone call. 

“good afternoon!” he greets the person on the other end of the phone enthusiastically, and hyunjae takes advantage of the noise. 

he puts his lips adjacent to your ears and drops his hand from your mouth. “why are you avoiding me?” he whispers, and you almost shiver. 

you can feel his chest against your back, the tight space forcing contact, and his breath fanning over your neck. 

you don’t move an inch, nor do you answer him. 

“... sorry, you’re breaking up! say that again?” ryu’s voice filters through the closet door. 

“y/n,” he breathes against your neck. “why are you avoiding me?”

“i’m not,” you manage to choke out, and you hear a quiet scoff.

“bullshit. you’ve skipped library duty for a week, and you run every time you see me.”

“will you shut up?” you hiss lowly. 

“... no, i think it’s me!” there’s mr. ryu again, his voice almost a shout. “my office hasn’t been getting signal lately–!”

hyunjae’s arm wraps around the side of you, fingers taking a gentle hold of your jaw. “is it because you moaned when i touched you?”

your eyes widen.

ryu finally leaves the room, still shouting at his phone in an attempt to be heard, and shuts the door behind him. 

you shove hyunjae off of you, rocketing out of the closet like a rogue firework.

“stop it!” you grit your teeth, backing away. “that is not what happened!”

he steps closer, eyes squinting. “let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? first, you bait me by licking frosting off my fingers–”

“shut up,”

“–and then, when you run away and i try and stop you–”

“hyunjae, i’m fucking warning you–”

“–you moan like you’re bent over my–”

you lurch forward, propelled by rage, and swing at him, except he catches your wrist before you can make contact. you try with your other arm, and he does the same thing, leaving both arms helpless and you at his mercy. 

you try to shrink back, but he refuses to give you any slack. 

“let me go,” you growl at him. 

his eyes narrow a little, and he forces you backward, still restraining your wrists, until your waist bumps against the front of ryu’s desk. 

“why? so you can hit me again and run away?” he jibes, leaning forward. “not gonna happen. you’re not getting away this time.” the last line is said in a low voice, and every nerve in your body lights on fire. 

“just admit it, y/n.”

“admit what?” you respond, trying to conjure any scraps of resistance left in you. 

“admit you want me.”

you tilt your chin up defiantly. “i don’t.”

“oh, yeah?” his eyebrows quirk. “we’ll see about that.”

and then, fuck, he’s kissing you. he lifts you up onto the mahogany desk, one hand holding his weight, the other pulling your waist into him. 

the kiss is furious, desperate, almost violent, as though if you don’t put your all into kissing him, the world will end right then and there. 

you groan softly, and he smirks into the kiss. 

“shut the fuck up,” you say breathily, the fabric of his sleeve bunching in your grip. 

he forces his knee between your legs, forcing them apart, and you respond with a sharp inhale. 

his tongue is in your mouth, and his hands are under your shirt, groping places that make you gasp, and it’s so, so good. 

“oh, god.” you whine, your breathing quick and labored. 

“not god,” hyunjae mumbles into your lips, like the little shit he is. “me,”

when hyunjae hauls you onto his lap in front of all your friends, eyebrows shoot up.

“you two..?” changmin asks, eyes shifting between you.

“you didn’t see that coming after that whole show in the dining hall?” seoyeon snickers.

“how did this—” jiwon motions between the two of you. “—even happen?”

hyunjae’s hand finds its way to your thigh, squeezing a little. “well, it started when y/n had a secret crush on me—”

you roll your eyes. “get fucked, hyunjae.”

“yeah, you did.” he grins, and you kick your heel against his leg as the group pipes up with a chorus of disgusted complaints.

he wasn’t wrong.

[scoops-ahoy-fics]

I hope you're still taking requests!

I wanted to possibly ask if you could write a fem!reader (but they/them is fine if you prefer) with Eddie. her parents are arguing and she gets really bad anxiety when people fight so she leaves and shows up at Eddie's doorstep shaking with fear n tears all over her face n he jus takes her to bed n cuddles her and comforts her n jus is so sweet with gentle kisses

sorry if it's too much detail lmao I personally deal with that anxiety all the time n havent seen anyone write it for eddie <3 hope you're well and drink water

let me fix it || eddie munson x reader oneshot

fighting and arguing aren't good for anxiety, but you know that your boyfriend is the cure. eddie knows exactly how to help <3

reader: gender neutral

characters: eddie munson

genre: light angst to major fluff

spoiler warning?: none

notes: AAAAAA THIS REQUEST IS ADORABLE <3 im a sucker for fluff like this and writing stuff like this makes my heart go ckdnxkksoszksk <333 thank you so much for the request! a lil shorter than i wanted it to be but i have a huge headache and brain functions go bye bye

Shouting. You could never get away from it. Even in the safety of your own room. Even buried deep in the corner of your closet, hands tightly pressed to your ears. Every inch of you body was shaking, anxiety rushing through every possible vein in your body. You can take this right now, you need to leave.

Carefully crawling out of your window, you could still hear the arguments from your parents. Each word was another pang in your heart as you tried to formulate thoughts. Where could you go? How far would you have to go to get away from this?

Only one person was on your mind. Eddie. Your boyfriend loved you more than anything, and you knew that he would help. Being with him seemed to melt all of your anxiety away, just with a single touch or word from his mouth. You needed him to fix this.

Thankfully his place wasn't that far of a walk, and you had it memorized. The tears clouding your vision wasn't helping, and the heavy breathing was definitely an inconvenience. You were already anxious, and now you were alone in the middle of the night and no body knew where you were?

You began to pick up the pace, running like the wind as tears cascaded down your cheeks as your thoughts got the best of you, and the worst of you. You raced towards Eddie's trailer frantically, eventually getting to the doorstep. You carefully knocked on the door, your hands shaking. You then rested them on your knees, panting.

Eddie opened the door, about to lean against the doorway before his eyes widened. “Hon, what are you doin' here so late? You should be in bed, wh-” he said as you looked up at him, seeing all the tears on your face. And that's when he leapt into action.

He gently took your face in his hands and wiped the tears, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Can I carry you to my bedroom? You look like you're about to pass out baby, I don't need you dying on me,” he chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

After a shake-y nod from you, Eddie carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bed. He laid you down, wiping the new tears that were forming and cascading down your soft cheeks. “Wanna tell me what's going on, or do you wanna cuddle? Let me do what's best for you and get you calmed down a little bit,” he said in a gentle tone, almost whispering into your ear as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

You looked into his eyes and sniffed softly. “Jus' arguing and stuff, got a l-little scared, j-just needed you ...” you mumbled softly as you shuffled closer. Yes, you were super hot from running, but you didn't care. You needed his arms around you.

Eddie knew what he had to do, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I've got you now, okay? And nothing's gonna hurt you while I'm here. Mhm, you better believe it,” he said, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the forehead.

A soft giggle left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile. “There's that beautiful smile I love so much, you want more kisses? It looks like you love 'em.”

“I do, I do! I love them,” you said happily, gently kissing his cheek. You were obviously in a better mood, although you weren't entirely calm. You were better than you were, though. And Eddie was over the moon.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp as you kissed his cheek, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Well, I love yours too. We got so much in common! Maybe that's why we make such a good couple?” he joked softly, pressing a few more kisses over your face as he held you tight.

You nodded, gently nuzzling your head into his chest as you enjoyed his comfort. “I love you so much,” you said, muffled by the soft cloth of his shirt.

His hands carefully ran across your back, a gentle smile on his face as he realized that you were better. You were safe in his arms, both of you knew that. And he would protect you with everything he could. Eddie loved you, and you knew that for a fact. He would never let you forget that. “I love you too, honey.”

He continued to run gentle circles into your back as he heard soft snores escape your lips. He moved his hand to feel your forehead and arm temperature before deciding you had cooled down enough. Carefully pulling the soft blanket over the two of you, Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Get some rest, you deserve it. Goodnight, babydoll.”

[ennoshawty]

HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS

i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didn’t have any solid themes or good ideas

SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU’LL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.

warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot

officer!daichi

we are: vigilante/troublemaker

loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much

nah bro you ain’t full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things y’know like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins

u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace “I LIKE YOU” like way to go girl

He didn’t appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date

but let’s talk about before yall got together

he’d CHASE u thru alleyways when he’d catch you writing “police sux” on the fuckin wall

bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs it’s FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u

HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???

you’d almost always get away by a hair - he’s SO SO close

and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty

and this would continue for a while

but yall have such fun fun banter - you’d tease him and he’d say something back and you’d bolt and he’d chase

some days he’d catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow

he’s having so much fun and doesn’t even know it

and then at one point he doesn’t even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows it’s bad for business and it’s unprofessional but he’s so attracted to u

he doesn’t even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: “oh i’m just asking about her so that i know her motives” bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore

and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! he’s more shy around u awww,,,doesn’t even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.

yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING

it’s more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost he’s too hot)

he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love

u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses

u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (i’m jk of course...or am i)

u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u

u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street

but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.

unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things

after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)

THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA

but it’s much more complicated than that - it’s either ur the laidback one and he’s the strict one or ur the fiery one and he’s the person like “calm down”

PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS he’s trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time

u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass

bro says he’s not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there

even though yall dating he still won’t let u play with his equipment

but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when he’s not looking and prank call the others

and his coworkers know by now they’re like “oh it’s daichis gf” and go along with it HAHAHAHA “this is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.” “roger, but what’s ligma? over.” “*inhale* LIGMA-” *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*

his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)

the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3

u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and he’s bouncing around asking u personal questions “how did you date the commander!!! what’s he like as a bf??” he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera

he does get u a walkie talkie that’s just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. it’s ur second phone basically that only has his number in it

daichi LOVES it when u massage him after he’s had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,he’s also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333

IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesn’t, but he’ll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP

bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)

daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-

in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY

househusband!oikawa

we are: girlboss sugar mommy

somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife

and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant

IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.

sure, he’s pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time he’s bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it

his specialty is cooking but he’s so lazy he’s all “just get the maid to do it”

please give ur workers a raise he’s so demanding

when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.

only reason you bring him is cuz he’s pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long

yall cant even stay for too long - he’ll practically drag u out of the building and whining that it’s too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo

he’s not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking

probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so he’s constantly begging u for an extension to the house “please babe!!! makki has-” “no.”

8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house

he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldn’t stop bawling for 15 min

please find him a hobby

crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death it’s over. but he’s got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering

like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said “we’re discussing this when we get home and you’re gonna get your ass beat” and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies

please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. it’s reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way

does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention

speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back he’ll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment

don’t bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and he’ll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back he’ll come crawling back to u. “WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???”

one time yall got into a fight and he was all like “since ur being a rude mommy i’ll just find someone else !!!” inside u were like “oh god finally” but instead u said “okay”

ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesn’t want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and he’s standing by the door ur just like “ok bye bitch”

So he’s trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.

“fine! I’m leaving now!” “okay.” “...*sniffles*” “tooru, go.” “WAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-”

u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it

tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they don’t think he’s cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesn’t like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u don’t ask for it

Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something he’ll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and you’re like “where. which store.”

bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldn’t EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats he’s been bimbo-ified

beat him with ur gucci belt pls it’s so funny

also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him it’s NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc he’s feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc he’ll bitch about it but you need to be firm

but don’t worry,,,he’ll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)

now he has to ask permission like a good boy. he’ll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine

you got a bigass man child i’m sorry maam u should’ve picked tobio or ushi

ceo!kuroo

we are: secretary

bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours

but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break

one minute he’s all “get these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy you” and then later he’s all “hey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffee”

flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE

but you’re less than impressed bc y’know when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work he’s ruthless once more

HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when you’re on break though

will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM

he’s got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldn’t even dare

RIP janet from accounting

that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again

it’s not even limited to the other employees - he’s not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you

bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention

*picks up phone* “sir?” “ah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.” “...with all due respect, it’s 2 am, sir.”

but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz he’s the bank

and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.

once u were out sick and he had the worst management - he’s not used to working without you

def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc he’s worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesn’t want to go thru scheduling again

prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while he’s sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention

maybe sometimes he’s secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile

he’ll tease u for it of course “oh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?” bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies i’m saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)

sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say it’s highly unprofessional but he says it’s his stress reliever

you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you

he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!

never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you

but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesn’t know how it works (hint: manual doors. “why isn’t it opening on its own?” “sir, there’s a handle.” “but?? what does it do??”)

bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because you’re rich doesn’t mean i’ll- ...wait...how much did you say…? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES I’LL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH

brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too

no matter how much you insist that you’re ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. “think of it as a bonus from me.” NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH

BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point “you have to look presentable for the next focus group so here’s a nice rolex watch” “sir, i don’t need-” “ah ah ah - it’s my treat.”

it’s pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? “if i didn’t know any better, secretary, i’d say you’re just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.” “exactly.” “hey!”

yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u

KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u

he’s so silly when he’s drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf

but that’s only when it’s the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3

also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him

it’s the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333

you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced

HES the one who has a crush on you

you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss

he’ll do anything for u but wouldn’t ever admit it he simp

offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him

bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-

he’s so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but he’s acting like a schoolgirl in love

probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd

in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank

dog hybrid!bokuto

we are: owner

Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333

OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT

he’s well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then i’m sorry you just lost him

please if a robber came in he wouldn’t even attack them he’d just tackle them w hugs

he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!

the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy

HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3

soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob

the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY

he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u

destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and there’s stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent

tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS

loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua

gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!

ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head

which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other

so now he’s more feisty around him and any other cat that’d get ur attention

If it was a person, then that’s another thing. He’d be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then he’d go ballistic

but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,he’s lost it

u have to lock him in the other room and he’s crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his owner’s attention !!!

def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back

“GRRR” “AAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-” “he don bite” YES IT DO GET UR-”

doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesn’t work. like he tries to do that thing when he’s a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc he’s not smooth

doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it

speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word

SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOU’RE NOT LOOKING

u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? there’s ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips

big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out

he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud

hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now

we all know he’s not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,he’s somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet

HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away

and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants

he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, they’re all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him

knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them he’s like a damn pokemon

he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better

he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( he’s so precious

in other words i love doggy bokuto

pirate!ushijima

we are: kidnapped

ah yes we’re are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa

just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all “let’s kidnap a noble’s kid and get the ransom money!” (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)

thing is, nobody’s willing to pay (if you aren’t a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt

so yeah you aren’t going back anytime soon

but he’s a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable

he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333

he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, there’s suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading

but you definitely shouldn’t test him. he’s SUPER scary when it comes down to it

you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea

mf made them walk the plank

you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean

he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure

speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for

“oh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?” “i brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.” *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* “are they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.” “I-”

bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened

hell, even he doesn’t know how it happened wtf. “oh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. that’s all.” wtf

equivalent to diluc’s bird - he didn’t even give it a name so he gives u the honors

U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)

oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP

it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333

“what the-” “we need to get you to safety. we are under attack.” and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES

HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT

tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no “she could hurt herself.”

“but ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herself” “...it’s my orders.” “c’mon, be more honest, ushiwaka! what’s the real reason?”

he goes quiet then looks at u “...i’ll always be there to help. she’ll have me.” AOISHSDHFSNDF

HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY

but the rest of the crew are like “then what’s the point”

but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe

sorry ur apart of the crew now - but they’re like a family even if they did kidnap u

oh whatever your life before wasn’t as cool as this (no offense)

they are given orders to protect u at all costs

speaking of which - ushi isn’t all that great w guns

almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him

he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff

ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-

he finds out you’re pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more

is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??

he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333

no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood c’mon man

whenever you have to stay on the ship while he’s away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages

speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away

wakatoshi “swimming is for pussies” ushijima - he’s water resistant

bruh so powerful he walks on water

second coming of christ who

IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it

legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle

speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . don’t worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous

“Jump off the deck and see if he’ll catch you!” um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST

he’s got good intentions...i think…

but everyone literally knows he would dive after you

in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard

mafia leader!kita

we are: associate from different group/family

kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families

so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit

arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3

nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two

POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho he’s a mafia leader

RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM

he owns the majority of the underground casinos

and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.

you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most

prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune

when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere

u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone

before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that

his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u

they can’t tease him for it, though, cuz he’d pulverize them

but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you

so they go to inarizaki’s most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou

and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and you’ve got LOTS of history

he doesn’t dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him

until they bribe him at just the right price

and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy it’s lights out for all three of them

oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much

one time you were kidnapped and held hostage

bro saw red

MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH

he got world record time

wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that

and of course, made sure you were safe.

yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...

is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him you’ll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he won’t let it go

“don’t you have to go back to your place?” “this is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.” aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE

makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster

and it’s not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)

and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY

absolutely DOESN’T care if he’s smuggling jewels from different countries - he’s having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. “the diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, i’ll have it 7 times that size.”

makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style he’ll do anything for you

he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS

takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you don’t have to worry about work

meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you

he’s a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3

the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...

in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita

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--EXTRA EXTRA!! other characters’ roles!!--

officer!daichi:

karasuno squadron consists of:

cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama

investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi

surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too

househusband!oikawa:

makki and mattsun are also househusbands

iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-

ceo!kuroo:

lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-

janet still a bitch

kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kuroo’s and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings

yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings he’s there

dog hybrid!bokuto:

kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did

kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you don’t see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.

hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned

i couldn’t decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say he’s ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.

pirate!ushijima:

tendou is practically is right hand man

the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-

BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.

mafia!kita:

the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.

suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and he’s a hacker lol.

aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards

a/n: im going to regret posting this

[mvalentine]

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!

HI AGAIN!!!!!

Sooo... this ask was me; again, HI 💖

Here are my asks for youuuuuuuu, no pressure though!

if your OCs could only use one kind of writing/notetaking method for the rest of their life, what would it be and why? (pen and paper, digital, etc.)

2. on special holidays/occasions, do your OCs call anyone in particular? why or why not?

3. would your OCs hold the door for anyone else? OR would they slam it in the person's face, especially if they hate that person?

4. if your OCs met you, what would be their first impression of you? and would they ever interact with you again in the future?

that's all i have for now, buh bye queen!!!! have a good whatever the hell you're doing rn!!!!! 💕💕💕

hellooo <333 omg hi first of all thank you so much for that ask you sent me, it genuinely made my entire night 💘 & ahhh these asks are so fun!! im gonna answer for lana (my oph mc) & audrey (my trr mc) because they’re my current hyperfixations atm!!

1. lana: okay so i think lana would very much go the digital route. as a doctor & someone who went to med school- efficiency is key & we all know that pen & paper take way longer. she’s an incredibly fast typer, & she likes the fact that she can have all her files & data stored in one space— plus shes not the most organized & is highly likely to loose her handwritten notes!

audrey: now audrey on the other hand is very much the opposite — she’s a pen & paper girlie through and through <33 she enjoys the artistry of making pretty notes, of using different colors & markers & trying out different fonts and styles. she went to business school & her notes were always top tier, and she was nice enough to share with her classmates in need. she’s also an art enthusiast & later goes on to get a second degree in art history (it’s what she wanted to do initially but didn’t feel as though it was ‘legitimate’ enough) so that could be where her fondness for handwritten notes stems from.

2. lana: she’s not big on holidays & vacations and is definitely not the type to go all out, atleast for herself. i think part of it stems from holidays always being a time for excessive opulence & extravagance, as her family was like quite wealthy & used these holidays as a means to host fancy galas & events rather than bond as a family. once she cuts ties with her family (there’s a long messy backstory to that that i won’t bore you with <3) she starts making her own traditions with her best friend dom & her best friend isabella. she always calls dom, he’s her family. bella unfortunately passed away (another long & messy story that i won’t get into rn <3) but her daughter alana is actually lana’s goddaughter (hence their names) & so she always calls alana & her dad up to wish them. she used to be close to isabella’s family until she passed away & then sort of became very stiff & formal with them because she blamed herself for bella’s death (bella took her own life). i think a few years down the line after she gets with ethan, she reconciles with them (they never once blamed her & always considered her a second daughter) because she deserves happiness too yk <3

audrey: audrey’s mom was never in the picture, it was always just her & her dad. audrey loves any holiday & will take it as an opportunity to dress up and go all out. unfortunately, her dad passed away when she was 17 (why do i give all my ocs such traumatic backstories like what’s that all about?), so she can’t exactly call him. her best friend talia is the one she always calls on any holiday, and she��s still big on celebrating all holidays although her birthday now is more of a bittersweet one, something she just likes to celebrate by herself & later on with drake. nothing fancy, just a bottle of whiskey & a night of reminiscence.

3. lana: i mean, she wouldn’t go out of the way to hold the door open for people. if someone happens to be behind her then i mean yeah, she would hold it open for them & wait for them to pass. but she’s definitely not one of those people who’s gonna be holding open the door for like 5-10 people, like do it yourself people she’s busy & got things to do. oh & she would 100% slam the door in someone’s face if she doesn’t like them, and i say good for her <3

audrey: once again, she’s my sweet baby angel. she’s sarcastic & witty and doesn’t let anyone get away with their bullshit— but she’s also a genuinely kind person. so yeah, she would definitely hold the door open for several people, even if she didn’t like them (unless she really really hated someone yk?)

4: lana: you know i have come to the sad conclusion that lana wouldn’t really like me all that much. which is incredibly sad because she is literally my first & favorite oc. she would find me super loud & overly nice (not because im overly nice i just love meeting new people and get really excited) & wouldn’t really want to interact with me in the future (PLEASE THIS IS SO SAD). if we met at a night out though, we would be besties <333 she’s way more fun & easygoing when she’s hammered oops (also when i say besties i mean for that one night only yk like those girls you meet at the club & you’re glued to the hip for that one night but then never speak to each other ever again after the fact? yeah.)

audrey: now audrey on the other hand, oh yeah we would be besties. we have all the same interests— gilmore girls, taylor swift, cheesy teen rom-coms, 2010 boybands etc. audrey is a very special oc for me because she represents the feeling of owning who you are & not being shamed for having quote unquote girly/basic interests. she used to be embarrassed about what she liked, especially because she dated an older man when she was like 18/19 who really messed with her sense of self & self esteem— but she’s actively worked on herself & gotten therapy and isn’t ashamed of what she likes (i mean she’s got a lot to work on with letting people in on who she really is behind the unflappable & confident facade but that’s a story for another day.) so! i think in the beginning she would find me fun to hang out with, just someone who’s easy-going & fun-loving. i think overtime she would also realize that our friendship could be more than just a ‘fun friendship’ but rather something deeper because i mean i like to think that im a good listener & a decent friend so yeah <333 we would be besties we would have movie nights, we would go to a bar & just talk for hours on end, we would give each other dating advice & just yeah ugh i love her sm!!

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hey! I always loved your writing and you actually inspired me to write some myself so I want to request if it’s alright…

Can I have Hanako x f!reader who doesn’t believe in love (this having to due with her parents never getting along). She says that it’s just a little word people say to make them feel better about themselves and it’s a waste of time.

But she can’t help but fall in love with Hanako and gets on flustered when he’s around but tries to tell herself it’s not love. Oneshot please!

Thank you and feel free to ignore if you want!

hanako x f!reader

a/n: hello hello!! thank you so much for the compliment- that’s really sweet, and it genuinely means the world to me;; but, sure thing! (ahh, the fact that i wrote a rengoku fic about the reader feeling that way not long ago- this is a topic I’m familiar with, so I hope that it makes it turn out even better? haha) thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turns out alright!!! <333 also, if you ever want to share your writings, do feel free to tag me/let me know somehow! I’m sure they’re amazing, and I’d love to read them, should you be comfortable with it!! :DD

bro i guess this request resonated with me bc i genuinely like,,, went off. So it’s,,, pretty long- i hope that’s alright haanofnaoinf-

warnings: implied parental issues?

word count: 2,363

Love was ridiculous. It was a stupid idea. An overused word, thrown onto any situation in which you felt something other than anger, fear, sadness, or disgust. If something made you even a little happy, you’d claim to love it. If someone showed you basic human decency, you’d claim to love them.

You hated it. It made you feel sick.

It’s not like you could control what everyone else did, you supposed. So, you’d continue on normally. If you didn’t fall in love, then there was no worry about falling out of it- that’s what you figured. That’s what you told yourself. Love wasn’t real in the first place- how could such an overused word hold any true meaning? It was like a 1st grade pinky promise. It was easily broken, as if it held any truth to it when the kids exchanged a deal. No matter how much either part of it trusted the promise, it made it no more real or true.

Yep… love was best put as a 1st grade pinky promise.

Maybe not-

Still, such a strong opinion on love, an unmoving opinion, with your own “proof” to back it up… made it hard when you thought that it may be put to question. You walked near the bathroom, the girls’ bathroom, and heard a girl from your class shout something. You couldn’t tell what, but you did notice her slightly annoyed expression as she left the bathroom.

Ah, the girl who seemed to be constantly head-over-heels for boys- particularly Minamoto-senpai, you had noted. It wasn’t like he’d return the feelings, you figured. It’s not like her “love” was anything more than an obsession.

Still, you figured there must have been some other girl in the bathroom. Yashiro probably had friends- she talked to Aoi a lot. Maybe the school’s princess was teasing her friend. You pushed open the door, noticing that all the stalls were empty. The only other entity in the bathroom was… a floating, slightly-transparent boy. He was laughing, and you went ahead and assumed it was at Yashiro’s annoyance.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Honestly, you just needed to pee, but it shouldn’t have surprised you. Little mokke running around the school constantly, weird things happening, a boy in the girls’ bathroom wasn’t life-changing. Or so you figured.

You grumbled, making some comment you weren’t even sure you got, as you stepped into a stall. Not acknowledging him would surely be best. You were fairly new to the school, and it wasn’t like you were insanely fond of public restrooms anyway. You’d never have to see him again. Plus, if he was anything like the other supernaturals, you were sure he’d be a handful. That was your thought process, as you washed your hands, glimpsing up at the mirror hung above the sink- you caught another glimpse at him.

An old uniform. Brown, almost shaggy, hair. His eyes were amber, and rather large- the way he held his hands, you silently compared him to a puppy. Innocent face, playful eyes- almost too alive for a ghost. He turned his head, nearly making eye contact, but you continued to study his appearance. A white… bandage? Sticker? Something- stuck to his face, the kanji for “seal” written in red.

Weird.

“My, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” He spoke, bringing a hand to his mouth, as a mischievous smirk came to his face.

A pain in the neck.

Your eyebrows furrowed, as you looked back down, turning off the sink and drying your hands.

“Oh? Gonna pretend you didn’t see me? How cruel,”

Still, you ignored him. He couldn’t be serious. How was he so sure you didn’t simply think you caught something out of the corner of your eye? Was he messing with you, or trying to lighten the mood?

“I don’t think I want to associate with a pervy ghost,” You said, shutting the door behind you. As if right on time, the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. With that, you made your way to class, hoping to not have to deal with any more paranormal things.

…

Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned. As the rest of the day took it’s sweet time to pass, you sat, spacing out as you thought about that boy. He was one of the first humanoid supernaturals you had seen at the school- honestly, you half-hoped that all of them were cute little bunnies. Not… strangely eye-catching boys… how weird.

You sighed, clicking your pen, letting the quiet sound drown the teacher’s ramblings out a bit. Ca-click, click-click, ca-click, click-click.

“Y’know, people find that little sound annoying sometimes. It never bothered me, but teachers seem to be so sensitive about it.”

Jumping, you turned your head a bit, only to be practically nose-to-nose with the boy from the bathroom. Your heartbeat increased from the surprise, but you placed your hand on your chin, pretending to not have seen anything. Not only did you not want to give him much of your time or energy, but you definitely didn’t want to attract negative attention from the normal kids around you. Your eyes scanned the room, and you noticed Yashiro looking in your direction, most likely at the boy. Yes, she definitely saw him too.

“Waaah, Yashirooooo, the new girl’s totally ignoring me!” He sighed, floating over to her. She looked away as well, focusing intensely on whatever the teacher had to say. You weren’t even sure by this point, watching the two out of the corner of your eye. You stopped clicking your pen, watching as he stood behind Yashiro, leaning against her as he peered at her notes.

He glanced at you again, and you looked away. The boy, who you were now curious as to what his name could be, floated back over to your desk, glancing at your notes.

“You really aren’t paying attention, huh! Yashiro’s not much better- her page is mainly doodles. How on earth do you plan to pass like this, haha?”

You glared at him slightly, before lifting your pen, and clicking it open. Annoyed, you flipped to another page, and scribbled something down. He leaned forward a bit, looking at whatever it is you wrote.

“Leave me alone, toilet boy.”

He laughed, patting your back. “Toilet boy? What’s with all the insults, I barely know youuuuuu- plus, I have a name. I’m Hanako. School Mystery Number 7, Hanako-san of the toilet! Not ‘toilet boy’, nor a pervy ghost.”

You raised your eyebrows, writing once more.

“Wonderful. Now leave me alone, ‘Hanako-san of the toilet’.”

Days passed, and he certainly didn’t leave you alone. In fact, you grew to find yourself spending more time than you expected to with him. You assisted with supernaturals from time to time, even meeting his two other friends properly- Kou Minamoto and Yashiro Nene. You all slowly, but surely, became friends.

“I’m done wiping the mirrors,” You said, tossing the dirty rag into the bucket.

“I’m done mopping!” Yashiro exclaimed, sighing as she leaned against the mop.

“I’ve finished dusting too,” Kou added.

Hanako nodded, clapping cheerfully. “Great job, everyone! Can’t wait to see the same enthusiasm tomorrow!!”

The three of you collectively groaned, rolling your eyes. “Yes, yes, just like that,” Hanako laughed, moving his legs to sit in the air in a criss-cross fashion. Light conversation picked up, Kou talking to Yashiro, and Hanako throwing in a comment every so often. You stood, leaning against the sink, watching your friends look so happy. Hanako glanced at you, closing his eyes as he grinned.

Your heart rate picked up, and you felt your face grow warm. Your eyebrows furrowed just slightly, as you glanced away. It wasn’t the first time a little action like that made your heart go haywire. Not just your heart- your stomach, your legs, your arms. The moment Hanako grinned at you, hugged you, or emptily flirted, you felt as though you lost the ability to function. It couldn’t be love… no, you didn’t want to fall in love.

“Right, but it's getting late, guys. I should really head home,” Yashiro spoke, putting the mop up as she did so. Kou nodded, glancing over at the clock. “I’ve got to get home and work on dinner,” He said, putting the duster away, and grabbing his things.

Hanako glanced at you.

“I don’t really have any plans. I finished homework in class, so I think I’ll linger around for a bit more.”

“Alright! Be safe when you head home, (Y/N)! I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Yashiro spoke, waving as she left the room. “Bye guys! Be safe!” Kou added, leaving not long after she did. Silence filled the room for a moment, the only thing breaking it being the sound of your shoes as you made your way to the window seal. Taking a seat, you looked at Hanako expectantly.

“Well? Any more stories of the things I missed out on?”

...

“The Confession Tree?” You questioned, the other two humans long gone by now, leaving Hanako to recount to you previous adventures they had gone on.

“Yep! Yashiro and I took care of that one- it was honestly easier than most of them were. He’s still around, just nothing bigger than one of those pre-cut broccolis. The rumor was, you’d confess under him, and he’d make the feelings mutual~, buuut, it obviously got way out of control.”

“That’s so stupid.”

Hanako raised his eyebrows, not expecting such a distasteful tone of voice. “What is?”

“A supernatural forcing some kids to ‘fall in love’,” You made air quotes, before continuing, “it’s pretty gross. Love’s nothing more than some overused word. It’s tagged onto everything, and it’s basically used to make you feel better. It’s all a waste.”

For once, he was silent. Several questions began to circulate in his mind, but a part of him was… somewhat hurt.

“But what if I love you?” He questioned, tilting his head. His face felt warm, but he tried to steady his heartbeat. It wasn’t a direct confession. No, just a question. A ‘what if.’

You blinked, your face feeling warm. You understood- of course, it was nothing more than a ‘what if.’ “It wouldn’t be love. You’d be interested in me, only for the interest to go away eventually- even if it took a week. Even if it took years. Just… trust me, Hanako. I’m not the smartest person in the world, but- once you see it happen to the two people who are supposed to be there for you forever, you get the memo. It isn’t love. Never was, never will be.”

Those words you spoke… you didn’t like the fact that you questioned their sincerity. Especially when you were blushing, the boy who made you question those words looking at you with his big, rather beautiful eyes. “Or… that’s… what I think,” You added, the heat rising to your face only making you feel worse, as he blinked. His undivided attention on you- on what you said- made your heart beat much faster than you wished it would.

And suddenly, he was closer. Too close. Way too close. His eyes began to shut, as his face drew closer to yours. Your heart began to beat quicker than it had before- your face grew hotter than it already was- your eyes widened, as you silently questioned what on earth he was going.

One of his hands grabbed your wrist, and you looked over at your arm he was holding, then back up at him. His face was still close, so close you were sure you’d smell him if he still had a scent. So close he could probably feel the heat radiating off of your face, if he could still distinguish hot from cold.

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” He finally questioned, thumb pressed against your radial artery, as if the warmth of your face wasn’t enough of a sign.

“Because- you’re… way too close.”

“But you aren’t pushing me away? I’ll scoot back if you want. I’m not a mind reader though, so just use your words.”

Your mouth felt dry. Why weren’t you saying anything? You could speak. Open your mouth and tell him to move. Take your free hand and shove him.

But… a part of you didn’t want him to move.

Hanako smiled once more, his eyebrows drawn together slightly, as if he were saddened by something. “I’m sorry that you were dealt a hand like that in life. It’s easy to look around and find all the negatives in life. But,” He leaned forward a bit more, nose nearly touching yours, “you aren’t your parents. You don’t need to follow in their footsteps. Don’t let their problems influence you so heavily to where you miss out on potentially great things. It’s okay to be sad about it. It’s okay to be scared. But it’s still your life, not theirs. If everyone’s overuse of it bothers you, then only say it when you mean it. Still, if you feel love, embrace it.”

Your eyes felt slightly prickly, as they watered up a bit. His sincerity… your racing heart. Maybe, just maybe… you were in love.

“I… think I love you, Hanako,” You muttered. You were scared. You were scared that he’d tell you he was joking- or that maybe this wasn’t love. Scared of so many things, stemming from one little word. Yet, you tried to embrace it.

“I love you, (Y/N). And nothing will change that,” He said, his smile widening. Quickly, he closed his eyes, closing the distance between the two of you. His lips were… cold. His touch was the only thing that reminded you that he wasn’t alive. Still, the warmth of his words made up for it, as you closed your eyes into the kiss.

His encouragement wouldn’t drown out the fear completely. He couldn’t take the memories away. But he tried… he told you that he loved you, so… you’d believe him. After all, you hadn’t heard him overusing the word. It only made that moment feel that much more genuine.

[darling-dummy-blogs]

🎂Surprise! Happy Birthday Gavin!🎂 (Part 1)

Note: This is a super late birthday gift to Gavin!! Me and @dreamer-hyun had written this together! (Thank you so so much wifeeeey <333)

Summary:It's Gavin's Birthday! Carmela wanted to make the most of his birthday by taking him out for a sweet surprise birthday at the Amusement Park; A full day of soft and fun times yet there is something that Carmela has to tell him. Something that might change their future 👀 

Paring: Carmela(OC)XGavin Bai

Genre: SOFT FLUFF!!! 

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice

Warnings: None needed! 

Word Count:10k 

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3   

It was a bright and sunny day in Loveland City. Just the perfect day to go to the Amusement Park. On top of it all, it was Gavin’s birthday! Carmela and him had started dating over two years ago. She’d made it a point every year to do something special for his birthday since the very first they’d spent together, when she’d taken him to the planetarium and given him a vision of the stars above, just as he’d done by flying her to an empty rooftop to see the night sky on their very first date.

However, Carmela had planned Gavin’s birthday this year to be extra special.

Carmela was up bright and early just to make him some breakfast in bed, her head swarming with her plans for today, however, wanting to keep it a surprise from Gavin so that he’ll least expect it! She hummed a small little tune as she made one of his favorite breakfast meals, feeling already very excited yet very prepared for the fun filled day ahead. 

Once she finished making his breakfast, she made her way to their bedroom, holding a tray that held his food. Once inside she noticed that he finally was waking up, her eyes lit up with joy. "Ah, you're finally awake!" She walked over to his side of the bed, as he stretched his tired limbs. She smiled sweetly. 

"I made you some breakfast." She sat herself down on the edge, placing the tray in front of him. "I..I hope that you'll like it" she shyly spoke, a bit of blush dusting her cheeks as she carefully watched his expressions change as he began to eat. 

The light blush on his cheeks and the smile on his face, had shown that he truly did like it. She giggled happily, clasping her hands together as she took the tray, once he had finished, placing it on the nightstand. She then gently placed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it! I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming with me somewhere today? I need your help with a few things." 

“You know I’d do anything for you,” he replied with the softest chuckle, reaching for and catching a long lock of her hair between his fingers before she could completely pull away. Something in his amber gaze softened.

“You kept it down today. Why?”

Her blush deepened. 

“N-no reason!” She said hastily, but didn’t resist as he ran his hand up the length of her hair to pull her closer and closer until it rested just under her chin.

“No reason?” He repeated, warm gaze inches from hers, the distance from his lips to hers even shorter. Her breath caught.

“It’s pretty this way,” he said quietly, “I like it.”

“I’ll keep it down more often then,” she replied in the same soft, lovestruck tone. But just as he was about to lean in and close the bare heartbeat of space between them, a fragment of reason returned. She pulled back, tapping him on the nose with a teasing grin.

“Eat your breakfast first, alright?”

A moment passed, his eyes on hers, a silent promise of kisses, but only after breakfast was done. 

Gavin and Carmela had a tendency of mother-henning each other, so even after he agreed to eat, moving the steaming tray of breakfast off the nightstand and onto his lap, she lingered there, standing beside him, until he scooted over and patted the spot next to him, and she finally took a seat on the bed.

“It’s your favorite,” she said with a smile as he surveyed the spread. “An omelette, coffee, and toast. And the one spicy sauce you always ask for at Lynn’s Kitchen.” 

“...Yeah?”

He was still staring down at the meal, but from Carmela’s place beside him, she could see the tips of his ears turn red. She’d gotten up early to make the whole meal as delicious and as cute as possible, emphasis on cute, and she’d been proud of the end result. The omelette, a bright sunny yellow resting on golden brown toast, took center stage. On top of it, she’d used ketchup and hot sauce to draw a smiley face surrounded by hearts, and she’d drawn another heart in the milk foam of his latte, brewed just the way he liked it, milk and two sugars.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked with a giggle after another long second passed. “Eat!”

“Carmela,” he said instead, head suddenly turning to hers. “Thank you. For breakfast.”

Then, quieter, his gaze darting to hers then away. “For everything.”

“Gavin,” she said. When he turned back to her, a question in his eyes, she smiled again, a little more mischievous as an answer. Before he could look away again, she leaned in and kissed him.

“Eat your breakfast,” she repeated, half-breathless, when she’d pulled back for air.

“Only if you eat, too.”

Carmela smiled, slightly shaking her head, already knowing that no matter how many times she tells him to finish, he won't unless it's with her. "Even though I made it just for you, I'll eat it with you, if that will make you happy." 

Even with her agreement, it took far longer than either of them would’ve imagined to finish, with Gavin offering Carmela his every other bite, and Carmela giggling, then stealing kisses when his attention turned back to the food.

She happily stood up after they had finished the last bite of breakfast, her cheeks tinted a bright pink "G-Great! Now go get ready! I'll clean up the dishes." She cheerfully spoke, grabbing the tray, and left the room. 'My plan is working!' She thought to herself. 

A pleased smile gracing her lips, she cleaned up the dishes, humming as she washed and cleared up the kitchen of the mess she made.

~~

She then walked over to her birdcage, where her adorable baby lovebird, Kiwi was kept, Carmela smiled before she opened up her cage to fill her little bowl with food and some water as well. 

"Good Morning Kiwi~" She softly cooed at her, gently taking her out of the cage, onto her finger. "Did you sleep well too?" She asked her, as if she were a normal human being. 

Carmela gently stroked a finger from her free hand over the small bird's fluffy green feathers. Kiwi chirped and nuzzled her little head in response, looking up at her as if she was saying good morning back to her. Carmela giggled. 

"I'm gonna miss you today, luckily I managed to get my sister to watch you while we are gone! I hope you'll get along with her." She gently ruffled her little feathers, gently smiling at her, placing a soft little kiss to her head, placing her back into her cage. 

“I’m ready if you are, Carmela.” 

Carmela turned, seeing Gavin in the kitchen doorway, watching her and Kiwi with the softest smile.

"My sister should be here soon to watch over Kiwi." Just as she said that, a knock echoed through the room. AnnaMae had arrived.

"Just on time." She walked over to the door, opening it to reveal her sister, Anna. "Thank you so much for coming over to watch Kiwi for us, Anna!" Carmela hugged her older sister with a slight squeeze. 

AnnaMae smiled, hugging back in return.

"Of course! It wasn't a problem at all." She walked in, throwing a smile, a hello, and an unsubtle wink to Gavin, with a “Have fun, you two!”

Carmela smiled as she took hold of Gavin's hand, calling out to Anna, "Again, thank you so much! If you need anything call me, okay? Bye Anna! Bye Kiwi!" 

~~

The drive was short, but very pleasant. The Amusement Park was not that far from their apartment building. However Gavin had begun to grow suspicious and had wanted to know where they were going. 

Once they arrived, Carmela parked the car, gently humming as she then turned and looked at Gavin.

He looked out the window, very confused as to why they were outside the Amusement Park of all places. Why were they here..?

“Isn’t this--?” He began, but the question trailed off at Carmela’s growing grin, and all he could manage was a blush and a small, helpless smile. 

"Surprise! I wanted to bring you to the Amusement Park today for your birthday!" 

With a flourish, she pulled out a party hat and leaned over, placing it on top of his head. She then slightly leaned back, smiling as she softly cupped his face into her hands, her hands softly stroking his cheeks.

"Happy Birthday, Gavin." She murmured, just for him, her voice filled with so much love, all while her brown eyes sparkled with joy and affection. 

The utter surprise he felt, made his heart beat pound within his chest, his cheeks going instantly red at her being so close. She was being incredibly sweet to him, a side of her that he loved most.

And he didn't realize that he forgot all about his own birthday. She was there to remind him. She was always there for him.

“Carmela, you shouldn’t have,” he said, stiff words undercut by a deep, deep blush.

Carmela sheepishly pulled back, moving strands of her hair out from her face and tucking it behind her ear, as she averted her gaze. "I..I wanted to make the most of this day by planning a surprise fun-filled day for you because you’re most important to me… the best part of any day." 

"This day is very important because you were born and I'm so glad that I got the chance to meet you. And to fall in love with you…" She continued speaking from the bottom of her heart, her eyes welled up with tears.

She smiled softly, her gaze going back onto his. "So.. Thank you.. Thank you for coming into my life.. And happy birthday my love.." She softly spoke. Her voice wavering with emotion as her eyes gazed into his amber ones. 

She paused and shook her head, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears. But before another drop could fall, Gavin had caught her hand in his, one thumb pressed to her cheeks, gently wiping away each tear.

“Hey,” he whispered, leaning in close and pressing his lips softly to hers. “Darling. Don’t cry. I should be the one crying right now.”

“You can’t cry,” she replied through a hiccupy half-sob, half-laugh. “Not on your birthday.”

He chuckled quietly, his warm breath on her lips drying the rest of her tears.

“Then it’s my birthday wish for you to not cry, either.”

They shared another kiss, and another, him brushing his lips up across her cheeks, to the tips of her eyelashes, then the bridge of her nose, until her breathing had evened out, and her eyes sparkled with adoration only, not more tears. They stayed like that for a moment longer, then he pulled back. You alright now? His eyes asked. 

She cleared her throat, then nodded, giving him the sweetest smile. Thank you.

[linipik]

I am so down to read even more of the pjo au!!! And its so well written and fits the universe extremely well!!

Really?! u are making me blush! and thank you so much, this is so refreshing to do, to have this AU out of my chest. Thank you Voltron x PJO AUpart 1 | part 2 | part 3

I wanted this part to be longer but …yeah… here it is

we left with: a passed out Allura arriving to chb, a dead cyclops and Keith realizing that he has a real crush on Lance…also the quest to get back Matt

THE QUEST FOLLOWS UNDER THE CUT 

SOME ALLURA BACKSTORY

The real deal is that the gods have gone radio silent to the romans FOR A LONG TIME long enough for praetors allura and lotor ( an apollo son btw) to worry too much what if they did something so wrong the gods take retaliation or something? truth is also that saturn (roman chronos) have been using this need to keep the camp jupiter running to poisoning lotors mind to get it against the gods for abandoning them and the usual demigod sad stuff… thats why he convinced allura to go look for the gods since she is so good with the mist and stuff while he stays…and basically reigns. But all in “”good heart””. 

Reah sees this and its like oh no, and when she founds Allura she immediately loves her and sees in her the way to not let saturn break the spirit of her grandchildren since he is basically instigating the hate from the demigods to their parents (and other demigods maybe??). she sees in allura a way to not repeat the same saturn family breaker story that is happening with lotor going against the gods. so she is the one who transports allura to camp half blood , actually the one that leads her is a big ass lion but cyclops attack them and he dies defending allura and it is so sad (then revealed by reah that such is the circle of life and the lion reincarnated in a cub who is going to be allura’s but bear with me) but she saw on allura the energy to face the patriarchal oppression against saturn and lotor in camp jupiter. BUT she fails on telling Allura that Lotor is the one behind everything, since Reah thinks/knows that Allura still dont have the support system to go against Lotor herself…because of romantic feelings.

ALSO, Lotor despises Apollo for knowing things and still letting them happen while with the help of the gods a lot of terrible things can be avoided, couldnt they?  but he would never refuse to use any kind of power, which makes apollo think he is important enough to lotor. Still,  that’s why he is siding with chronos. 

ANYWAY

Allura is at chb, and when she wakes up all repaired thanks to apollo cabin magic and she remembers Reah asking her to not reveal the other camp and making her swear over the river styx. so, she cant tell them there about the other camp bc if they expose themselves probably chronos is gonna go after them too and bye new greek allies. Anyway, Allura explains that in California *wink wonk* mount othrys has been appearing slowly and it only means chornos is  kind of waking up  and it can only happen bc some…demigods (lotor and the romans but she cant tell) are siding with chornos.

 BUT she goes with the legal void of just saying demigods who never made it to chb. But keith is like intense staring at her and  why that  SPQR on her shirt…that is obviously roman like on his coin but after all romans where kind of related to greeks ?? he need to know more about this. and while he is basically interrogating Allura about this and she is avoiding his questions Lance kind of confuses this in Keith being interested in Allura and OH NO.

And shiro is all like, rough demigods? I knew some of those at the gladiator thing in the labyrinth so he is gonna help allura because he is sick and tired of demigods putting themselves at risk because the gods are never clear to them and he feels mildly responsible since it is usually zeus rules the ones that fuck demigods more… so he is going with Allura.Keith jumps at the opportunity of getting away from his latent crush on Lance AND know more about this roman jargon Allura slips while talking and that means  he gets to do TWO things at once!The new quest trio ( shiro allura and keith)are ready to go sooner than pidges who still needs some preparations and now Lance is all….what cha mean Keith AND Allura..are both going and he is all confused because he is caring too much about it. Is he Jealous? of….?? Keith maybe? of course it is of keith! since he is NOT into him, and if Allura, the wonderful mysterious and powerful new demigod who saved them from the cyclops, goes with Keith, monster slayer and extremely capable hero… she probably will end up liking Keith (because who wouldn’t like keith and his cool moves) 

And when they are partying and pidge is still asking Shiro all the details he can remember about the matt last whereabouts and hunk is basically asking for all the tips on NOT dying on a quest and Lance is into interrupting ANY Keith-Allura interaction , the six of them are basically walking to the edge of camp  but when they all suddenly feel in the forest in their way out is when they get a prophecy of dodona (thank you garnny Reah) along the lines  that the six of them were to go IMMEDIATELY because in like a week Mt Osyris will be at its strongest and thats when there would not be gong back, that both quest were actually one and the same and only finding the missing family member they will get  there.

they are like oh yes the missing one is matt, OBVIOUSLY, And well, six is not an unlucky number for quests….but Keith is like NO - bc he dont want to spend time worrying about certain inexperienced in quests demigods -, pidge is like YES because that means finding her brother with more help.  hunk is like NO this means more problems and danger , Lance is like HELL YES i get to go with allura and keep an eye on keith so he doesn’t get all the glory and the girl. Allura just want to go and wonders why greeks cant follow simple orders, But Shiro is just “CHILDREN LISTEN, we aint separating. not for our lives. we are only strong in numbers”And team voltron parts immediately to the place hunk has traced technology like shiro’s who coincides with the last place shiro saw Matt: Arizona

BONUS OF THE CERBERUS QUEST (Shiro Matt and Adam failed quest)

Matt had to get back cerberus bc some demigods took him and Persephone wasn’t getting any of that so she went for “who is the brightest demigod so he can bring back my dog instead of me telling my husband”  and  That’s how the trio went directly to hell/the Hades. since they had to start looking somewhere.

Adam is an Hermes child, having a sword power and can know when shit are traps who only went on this quest because Shiro insisted on also going and he had a really bad feeling about it.  his relation ship with Hermes is hermes going all “no dont do that my boy” and adam going “what if i do anyway” but hermes respect he is so straightforward.Matt is an Athena son, who wasn’t too sure about going on a quests until he wanted to graduate from camp demonstrating to his sister that demigods have bright futures out there. 

how did the three brightest and oldest demigods in camp half blood got themselves lost, probably dead and separated?

On their way there shiro and adam get on each other nerves to the point when they both say  “i will do it my way”. Adam is all there is something is deeply wrong with this quest LISTEN TO ME we gotta NOT do this, but Shiro is there for proving this quest successful,Matt is just in the middle… but at the end chooses shiro bc he wants to be the prove of a future for pidgey. And then they get separated in the underworld, never getting to cerberus.Shiro> A zeus child is the best way to get any revenge on zeus and all the gods represent and he is forced to fight in the gladiator arena against monsters and demigods alike, losing an arm.

Matt > ended up in the labyrinth alone passing doors avoiding any kind of evil demigods and creatures without much of a physical fight  bc he is bright that way.  discovering much more stuff about the demigods away from camp and only wants  to see his sister again

Adam> got himself into tartarus because he is unlucky that way

THANK YOU AND I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONGANY QUESTION I LOVE TO KNOW THEMI will probably write the rest of the quest, since I already have a draft of it And thanks to @themindoflore specially, i appreciate with all my heart that you asked me about this au 

[janiedean]

Favourite dark tower book? Favourite dark tower quotes (from any of the books)? Also your fancast of the dt characters, esp ones that weren't there in the movie? (I know this isn't going to result in any springsteen rant which seems to be the theme of the day but if you want to do another one I'll send another ask about how ur homophobic cuz u ship lesbian-brienne with straight white guy xD)

lmao if you want more springsteen you can do it but honest dark tower is fine I haven’t talked dark tower in ages THEREFORE in order easier to harder:

casting: I honestly don’t know who was in the movie bar the main three but my fancast would be:

roland: viggo mortensen would be perf, but I’m also down with ncw with contacts (in my dreams), hugh jackman would also be a+, I’m even fine with daniel craig even if he’s a tad too pretty imo but viggo was my to-go

eddie: aaron paul can have it and it’s definitive especially because he wants to do it, otherwise my alternative was joseph gordon-levitt but I think he’s a bit too old now? idk but aaron paul thanks

susannah: naomie harries please and thank you

jake: the kid from the movie was cool tbh I’m down with him I mean he looked okay from the trailer

flagg: I’m okay with mccounaghey but good lord dress him like the trash he’s supposed to look like not like a model just out of milan’s fashion week otherwise actually jdm in his watchmen mood could be perfect and actually jackie earle haley could have done a good job at it

jack mort: garret dillahunt ride or die I don’t want any other option thank you bye

idk about wizard and glass people because if they’re aged up it’s a thing and if they’re fourteen is another so I’m gonna pass on that

callahan: CLINT EASTWOOD FFS IDC HE’S STILL IN GOOD HEALTH GET CLINT EASTWOOD IN A DARK TOWER MOVIE FUCK’S SAKE

that’s for the main ones but if you want specific others ;)

favorite book: THE WASTELANDS. THE WASTELANDS FOREVER AND EVER I HAVE THAT BOOK IN FIFTEEN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES FOR A REASON

quotes:

“Well,” Eddie said, “What was behind Door Number One wasn’t so hot, and what was behind Door Number Two was even worse, so now, instead of quitting like sane people, we’re going to go right ahead and check out Door Number Three. The way things have been going, I think it’s likely to be something like Godzilla or Ghidra the Three-Headed Monster, but I’m an optimist. I’m still hoping for the stainless steel cookware.”

“Found the White Tower. But it was poison. It killed Henry. It would have killed me. You saw me. You saved more than my life. You saved my fucking soul.” 

There are people who need people to need them. The reason you don’t understand is because you’re not one of those people. You’d use me and then toss me away like a paper bag if that’s what it came down to. God fucked you, my friend. You’re just smart enough so it would hurt you to do that, and just hard enough so you’d go ahead and do it anyway. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself. If I was lying on the beach there and screaming for help, you’d walk over me as if I was between you and your goddamn Tower.

Why did the dead baby cross the road? ... Because it was stapled to the chicken, you dopey fuck!

the conversation between roland and eddie about how there’s nothing wrong with his nature

Oh, Christ. I left the world I knew to watch a kid try to put booties on a fucked-up weasel. Shoot me, Roland, before I breed

Roland: It's a poorboy sandwich, with lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.Eddie: Gosh, that's a real appetite-builder.Roland: Do you say so?Eddie: I do, I do. Come on. I can eat my come-and-cheese sandwich while I drive.

"Roland gently grasped Eddie’s arm. “Even the damned love,” he said."

ROLAND STAGEDIVES LIKE JOEY RAMONE

that whole part in V where eddie and susannah jump the rope with the zaffords

the entire part where they call jake I can’t find it rn but

roland and susan’s first time SORRY I CAN’T FIND IT ANYWHERE RN BUT

there’s probably more than that but XDDD

THANKS FOR ASKING THE SRS QUESTIONS

[minteapurrs]

Don’t Close Up Shop Yet (Pt. Thweee)

*Swings my hips* Alright Bitches

Here comes the porn

Jk jk... Issa wet dream

Tbh, I've done... Way more graphic things. 

Like....Way more graphic. 

But!! If you're not into any of that, I suggest you skip to the next break (Which would be this -----) you won't have missed much... It's just a wet dream.

Although as a heads up, at least one of these parts are gonna be straight up porn okay bye!!

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"Lance..."

Keith whined, rolling his hips against Lance's knee with his fingers in his hair. He was panting, begging, begging for Lance to do something, anything. "Lance, please, please please please I need you, I need you, please--"

Lance yanked his head back by his ponytail to expose his neck, and he bit down on his collarbone, dragging his tongue over the bite and sucking, hard. He could feel Keith under him, rising up off of his knees, and he growled low in his throat.

"Did I say you could move?"

Keith shuddered and moaned, panting softly "L-Lance, oh my God, I can't, I need it, I need--"

"Tell me what you need, Keith." Lance stared at him, watched as those violet eyes wavered, before he responded.

"Take me..."

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"Oh take me now, Lance! Take me with your big strong noodle arms! Fill me up the milk from your manly pencil dick! Oh Lance, I'll do your Bio homework for the rest of the semester if you just take me now!!!"

"..."

Sometimes, Lance thanked the heavens for his friend, his pal, his best DemiDog™ LesFren™ Buddy gal Pidge. Sometimes he just wanted to grab her in his arms and squeeze her until all the love he felt finally went away, and he could concentrate on being the best friend he could be to his small companion. And sometimes, he'd just get so gosh darn happy when he saw her, cause she's such a doggone good friend that it just made his heart swell in his chest.

This, however, was not one of those times.

Instead, Lance silently wished that the earth would open up and swallow the little midget that was currently rolling on the floor, literally, crying laughing.

"PiiIIIIDGE!!!"

"Your FACE!! Oh my God your FACE, it was PRICELESS!!!" She howled, kicking her legs in the air "Oh, oh wait wait wait-- 'Tell me what you want, Keith.'" Pidge stared at Lance, completely silent, until the red on his cheeks spread to his nose and all the way up to the to of his ears.

Of course, she lost it. Again.

"I CAN'T!!"

"Shut the hell UP." Lance sat up on the couch and threw a pillow at her, his face burning. "Why can't you ever let me sleep?"

"Oh Keith, you're so beautifuuuul. I just wanna look at you aaaaalll niiiight LONG." Pidge snickered and pulled her glasses off of her face, wiping her eyes "After that, I just couldn't resist."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're Satan in disguise?"

"You're the first, my friend." Pidge smirked "I mean, look on the bright side. If not for me, you wouldn't have been dreaming about... What's his name... Keith."

"...Why don't you love me?" Lance groaned and flopped back on the couch, hiding his face "This is mildly embarrassing."

"Seriously though, what sex book did you read before you went to sleep? You were louder than you usually are."

"There was no sex book!" Lance yelled and threw yet another pillow at her. "And its called erotica, for your information. God, Pidge." He scowled, immediately going into drama mode. "Have you no decency?"

"Thou loins were quivering like leaves in the wind. Tis' not I that is without decency, tis... Uh...you."

"...Shut up."

Lance pouted, and Pidge threw her arms around him, laughing all over again. "I'm sorry, I'll stop." She grinned "But! I'm assuming things went well with Mister Mullet?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Lance snorted, gently pushing her off of him.

"Well, he almost called the cops on me, and I'm pretty sure he'd spit in my coffee if I ever piss him off, but other than that," He smiled "It went okay."

"He threatened to call the cops on you."

"He thought I was a creep."

"He doesn't think that now??"

    Lance grinned, hugging the last pillow left on the couch “Believe it or not, I think he likes me. I mean, how could he not? I’m me.” He snorted and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling “I invited him to go to the harbor with me... He said no. Thank God he did too; cause I’m broker than an actual broker.” 

 “That is...Not funny at all.” Pidge snorted “How far you’d go just to flirt? Amazes me. and plus, when all you spend your money on is food, books and beauty products--”

     “Hey! Beauty is pain.”

 “And empty wallets.” 

      Lance made a point to look directly at Pidge again “Pain.”

 “Uh huh. Well, now that he’s refused a date, it’s time for phase two.”

   “Um...Go back to Red Ella’s and talk to him some more?”

“No.  Obviously you ask him to marry you...I’m sure that a diamond will get his attention,” She pretended to swoon, dropping into Lance’s lap “And his heart.”

 “...Katie.”

“Yeah- lANCE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Pidge yelped before getting smacked back onto the floor with a mass of cotton and feathers.   Lance had decided to hit her more than once with the pillow this time-- for good measure. “Shut up before I tell Hunk you’re sick and he brings over that sticky-whatever soup.”  Pidge made a sound like she was vomiting under the pillow, before muttering “Please don’t.”

Lance harrumphed and pulled the pillow from off of her face, sitting back against the couch cushions.”...I do like him. A lot. He’s really pretty, and...Under all the ”I’ll fight you’ stuff...He’s pretty cool. I think.”

  “Aand?” “Well, what if he really doesn’t like me?!”    “Then you move on, just like you do every other time.” Pidge nodded “Maybe he’ll come around, maybe he won’t.”

   Maybe Pidge was right... Maybe Keith really did think he was a creep. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with him. With most people that acted like that towards him, it was easy to forget it, play it off, move on. Lance was very good at making himself believe that he could let shit go...Let people go.  But what he didn’t understand, was that if everybody else was so easy to forget,

    Why was it so hard to get Keith out of his mind?

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 “We only talked for like five minutes!”    Keith complained over the phone, tapping his fingers on the handles of his motorcycle “Five minutes!”

 “Yes, five minutes too short. That's not a good enough excuse to pass up good old interaction time with new people.Now. Tell me the real reason why you didn’t go with him to the harbor? He was obviously interested in you. And! It sounds like such a nice trip. I’d like to go. Would you take me?”

“Sure, Coran” Keith leaned forward, swerving around cars impatiently “Why not?” Coran was his boss-- the sole reason he had a job at Red Ella’s. Sure, it wasn’t exactly the most legal of employments (Keith didn’t have the.. Uh..cleanest of records)  but as long as Allura and Shiro didn’t find out?    Who cares? Besides, Coran was like an uncle to Keith-- If he could trust anyone to keep their mouth shut about his... past? It was him. “Look, maybe just give the boy a chance, yeah?”

“No, not gonna happen.” Keith narrowed his eyes behind his helmet, silently cursing out some minivan that had just driven in front of him-- stupid suburban parents. “He doesn't seem like one of those people that would be any help to me right now.”

    “Right now, you don’t need help, you need...You need--”

“To go home, talk to Shiro, and go to sleep. I have a night shift at the market tonight.”

  “Keith--” “I’ll talk to you later, Coran.”  Keith sighed and shut his watch off, stopping in front of an apartment complex. Well, more like a giant hollowed out brick with a few smaller hollowed out bricks inside of it. It wasn’t much-- but it was home. keith just hoped Shiro wouldn’t notice how late he was.

     “Damnit...Shiro? I’m home--”

"Language."

Keith sighed and slowly pulled his jacket off of his shoulders, purposely avoiding Shiro’s gaze. “...Don’t get mad.”

 “You were late.”

“I know.”

“Again.”  

“I know, Shiro.”

Keith could hear the springs from the sofa creak before Shiro spoke again “Why were you late this time?”

    “I got...I got a new job.” Keith offered a smile and sighed in relief when Shiro smiled back.

“You got another job??When??Where? Can I come visit?? I can make cookies and bring them to you like in the movies! Do you think my friend Matt could come??”  

Keith smiled, a soft, small smile that was practically reserved for Shiro, and Shiro alone. “It’s at a bookstore cafe...Red Ella’s.”

 “Is it fun there??”

“Uh...It’s...” Keith tilted his head in thought, barely even realizing that the first thought that popped up in his head, was Lance. “It was interesting.” He raised an eyebrow  “How was your day?”

  “It was okay...Ms.Allura says that my handwriting is getting better.. Oh, and look!” Shiro pulled a colourful piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to Keith. “She said for us to draw our family...So I drew you.”  

Keith looked at the drawing, his hands shaking. “..Aw, Shiro...”

“I was extra worried that you wouldn’t come home...I thought that you wouldn’t like the drawing...” Shiro sniffled “I thought you would do what you did last time...”

 “I know, and I’m sorry, I really am--” Keith stopped when a pair of arms wrapped around him, and Shiro had his head buried into his stomach.

“I love you,  Keef.”

    “...I love you too, Shiro. Come on...” Keith pried his arms from around his waist and wiped his face “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

                                           ----------

*EXHALE*

Goddamn it’s about time ...I’m not explaining the whole Shiro thing

That should be obvious

I mean come on he called him Keef

But anyways

Yay, part threeee! Hope you liked it <333

Of course if you have any questions...Just ask me. I’m gonna answer lmao

[scoops-ahoy-fics]

let me fix it || eddie munson x reader oneshot [REPOST]

so i queued a post for the first time, bad decision :) tags messed up, i don't know how or why, so i just copy and pasted everything and reposted! sorry for the inconvenience, just wanna get this to the people who might need it!

fighting and arguing aren't good for anxiety, but you know that your boyfriend is the cure. eddie knows exactly how to help <3

reader: gender neutral

characters: eddie munson

genre: light angst to fluff

spoiler warning?: nope!

notes: AAAAAA THIS REQUEST IS ADORABLE <3 im a sucker for fluff like this and writing stuff like this makes my heart go ckdnxkksoszksk <333 thank you so much for the request! a lil shorter than i wanted it to be but i have a huge headache and brain functions go bye bye

Shouting. You could never get away from it. Even in the safety of your own room. Even buried deep in the corner of your closet, hands tightly pressed to your ears. Every inch of you body was shaking, anxiety rushing through every possible vein in your body. You can take this right now, you need to leave.

Carefully crawling out of your window, you could still hear the arguments from your parents. Each word was another pang in your heart as you tried to formulate thoughts. Where could you go? How far would you have to go to get away from this?

Only one person was on your mind. Eddie. Your boyfriend loved you more than anything, and you knew that he would help. Being with him seemed to melt all of your anxiety away, just with a single touch or word from his mouth. You needed him to fix this.

Thankfully his place wasn't that far of a walk, and you had it memorized. The tears clouding your vision wasn't helping, and the heavy breathing was definitely an inconvenience. You were already anxious, and now you were alone in the middle of the night and no body knew where you were?

You began to pick up the pace, running like the wind as tears cascaded down your cheeks as your thoughts got the best of you, and the worst of you. You raced towards Eddie's trailer frantically, eventually getting to the doorstep. You carefully knocked on the door, your hands shaking. You then rested them on your knees, panting.

Eddie opened the door, about to lean against the doorway before his eyes widened. “Hon, what are you doin' here so late? You should be in bed, wh-” he said as you looked up at him, seeing all the tears on your face. And that's when he leapt into action.

He gently took your face in his hands and wiped the tears, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Can I carry you to my bedroom? You look like you're about to pass out baby, I don't need you dying on me,” he chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

After a shake-y nod from you, Eddie carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bed. He laid you down, wiping the new tears that were forming and cascading down your soft cheeks. “Wanna tell me what's going on, or do you wanna cuddle? Let me do what's best for you and get you calmed down a little bit,” he said in a gentle tone, almost whispering into your ear as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

You looked into his eyes and sniffed softly. “Jus' arguing and stuff, got a l-little scared, j-just needed you ...” you mumbled softly as you shuffled closer. Yes, you were super hot from running, but you didn't care. You needed his arms around you.

Eddie knew what he had to do, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I've got you now, okay? And nothing's gonna hurt you while I'm here. Mhm, you better believe it,” he said, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the forehead.

A soft giggle left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile. “There's that beautiful smile I love so much, you want more kisses? It looks like you love 'em.”

“I do, I do! I love them,” you said happily, gently kissing his cheek. You were obviously in a better mood, although you weren't entirely calm. You were better than you were, though. And Eddie was over the moon.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp as you kissed his cheek, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Well, I love yours too. We got so much in common! Maybe that's why we make such a good couple?” he joked softly, pressing a few more kisses over your face as he held you tight.

You nodded, gently nuzzling your head into his chest as you enjoyed his comfort. “I love you so much,” you said, muffled by the soft cloth of his shirt.

His hands carefully ran across your back, a gentle smile on his face as he realized that you were better. You were safe in his arms, both of you knew that. And he would protect you with everything he could. Eddie loved you, and you knew that for a fact. He would never let you forget that. “I love you too, honey.”

He continued to run gentle circles into your back as he heard soft snores escape your lips. He moved his hand to feel your forehead and arm temperature before deciding you had cooled down enough. Carefully pulling the soft blanket over the two of you, Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Get some rest, you deserve it. Goodnight, babydoll.”

[decembercamiecherries]

Craving Attention

Ao3 link

Word Count: 1629

Prompt:

okay but don’t imagine your OTP being clingy as fuck sometimes. like where one is on the phone for too long and the other comes and sits on their lap making pouty faces and then biting their lip teasingly, maybe kissing along their jawline a little trying to get the other to get off the phone because they crave their attention. fuck, it’ll tear you apart.

I didn't know if I was going to be able to write something for killugon day, but then I had to, because I love them way too much <333 This was a very self indulgent thing I wrote, not beta’d at all, but I hope you all like it anyway! Happy Killugon Day! ^-^ 

(This is a canon universe au, by the way, with aged up characters!)

“Yeah, yeah. I’m still here.”

Gon sighed heavily and pouted up at the ceiling. It wasn’t a particularly interesting ceiling: made of wooden boards and metal screws, completely ordinary as every other thing in this one bedroom apartment he and Killua were renting while finishing up this latest Hunter job.

In fact, the only semi interesting thing in the apartment was the tv, because Killua had been smart enough to bring video games to hook up to the consul and keep them entertained while they weren’t working. But video games were only as interesting as the person you were playing them with and the person Gon happened to be playing with decided to hide away in their bedroom for the better part of the last hour, talking to his sister.

“No way—really?! C'mon, you have to be joking.”

And that was Killua again, talking to Alluka. Gon huffed and scrunched up his nose. He shouldn’t complain, really. He knew he shouldn’t. If this was any other day, he would’ve gone outside by now but…

Gon turned his head to stare out the living room window. Yup. It was pouring rain without any end in sight.

Somewhere in the background, Killua let out a surprised peal of laughter. Gon breathed in deep at the sound, filling his lungs with air, and let his eyes flutter shut.

It wasn’t that he was mad, per se. He really wasn’t. He liked Alluka a lot and he knew the relationship she and Killua had was something special and important and necessary for them both. He was happy they had each other, and he never wanted to be a hindrance to that.

And yet.

Gon frowned. And yet, he and Killua had been working hard at this job all week, and this was the one day they could relax together before starting to work again and finish the last part of the job. And Killua had been talking to Alluka for a really long time now? It wasn’t like Gon hadn’t given them enough time to catch up, right?

Slowly, Gon pushed himself up and off the couch. The cushions creaked under his weight but he paid it no mind. His heart was starting to pound in his chest, slowly picking up pace until Gon could feel each throb against his ribcage as he padded down the hallway and towards the slightly ajar bedroom door.

Holding his breath, Gon rapped his knuckles on the door.

“Killua?” he quietly asked and pushed on the wood.

His companion looked up from the bed at the sound of the creaking door. Killua’s sharp and stunning blue eyes softened upon catching sight of Gon. He patted the empty mattress besides him with a crooked smile.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He scrambled to get across the room and onto the bed, still unmade from Killua’s late sleep-in—

“Yes, I’m still listening,” Killua said into the speaker of his cellphone, rolling his eyes now. Gon could faintly hear the sound of Alluka’s voice arguing with her brother from a thousand miles away. “Whatever made you think I wasn’t, huh? I always listen to you.”

Killua lifted his arm as he was speaking and Gon immediately threw his arms around Killua’s middle in a tight embrace. Killua let out a grunt but Gon barely heard him. He just hugged Killua tightly, relishing the way Killua’s arm came down to drape across his shoulders, one thumb idly tracing patterns into Gon’s bronze shoulder.

Gon nuzzled into Killua’s side. His toes curled and his entire body buzzed. He felt warm and giddy. He was happy here, with Killua, and this simple skin-to-skin contact.

But Gon was selfish and he wanted more. He wanted Killua’s full and undivided attention, and to get that he needed to be creative.

Gon lifted his face to look up at Killua. Killua was listening to something Alluka was saying, his gaze distant and distracted as he stared at the opposite wall. To get him to focus, Gon lightly jutted his forehead against Killua’s jaw. He whispered loudly, keeping his arms around Killua’s torso all the while, “Psssst. Hey. Hey, Killua?”

“Alluka, can you hang on a sec, please? Just one sec—what, what?” Killua turned those intense blue eyes on Gon, stunning him, and heat rushed to Gon’s cheeks in a single swooping heartbeat.

“Uh, hello?” Killua said when Gon stared owlishly at him. “Oi, Gon. What’s wrong with you, why are you looking at me like that?”

Gon mentally slapped himself. “C-Can we go back to playing video games?” he managed to stammer out.

Killua looked at him like he was crazy. “Sure? Just, wait a bit okay? I’ll hang up in a minute.”

Gon pouted. “You promise? You’ve been talking for a while…”

Guilt flashed across Killua’s face. “I—sorry, yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to be on this long, but I’ll hang up soon. Just give me a few more minutes to say goodbye. You can interrupt me again if I don’t.”

Gon brightened. “Really?”

Killua nodded. “Really. I promise. Okay?” He stuck up his pinky and Gon didn’t hesitate to intertwine his with Killua’s, grinning all the while.

“Deal.”

They dropped their hands and Gon immediately went back to nuzzling into Killua’s side. Killua’s arm found its way back to Gon’s shoulders and for a little bit Gon was content, listening to the steady, slow beats of Killua’s heart in his chest and the soothing sound of his voice whenever he answered Alluka.

But Gon made sure to count the seconds in his head. Thirty seconds turned into a minute, and then a minute turned into three, and three into five, and when seven minutes had passed, Gon decided it was officially time. Killua had given him permission to interrupt, after all.

Gon started with something small. He reached up—carefully, deliberately—and began to play with the short silver strands of hair at the base of Killua neck. His hair was soft and silky, shining pure white where it caught the rays of the sun and Gon ran his hand through Killua’s locks in a mixture of awe and pure glee. Killua’s hair was beautiful, just like Killua himself, and Gon loved it.

As he tucked a stray lock behind Killua’s ear, he felt Killua’s shoulders rise defensively. He met Killua’s confused blue gaze with an innocent smile; it was clear that Killua didn’t know what Gon was trying to do right now. He hadn’t even paused in his conversation with Alluka once since Gon had started playing with his hair.

Gon pursed his lips. That was okay. It just meant more intense measures needed to be taken!

Killua stiffened completely when Gon started to climb across his legs. “G-Gon?!” he said shrilly. His arms flailed but Gon simply ducked underneath them and slid nimbly into Killua’s lap. He was sitting sideways now, his chest perpendicular to Killua’s, and the perfect position to wind his arms around Killua’s neck.

Which is exactly what he did.

“Something wrong, Killua?” he asked, blinking innocently, when Killua gawked at him. “You can keep talking, you know.”

Killua closed his mouth, visibly swallowed. Gon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smirking when he heard Alluka ask if there was something wrong from Killua’s cell phone.

Taking a deep breath, and sending a warning glare to Gon as if to say “don’t you dare start anything”, Killua said into the speaker, “No, nothing’s wrong, Gon’s just being a little shit as usual.”

Gon let out a bark of laughter. Faintly he heard Alluka say, “Oh! Gon is there?”

“Mhm. He’s right on top of me, in fact.” Killua eyed him suspiciously and Gon beamed at him. Killua knew something was up by now, but Gon could tell he was also curious; Killua’s heart rate had increased with their proximity, but Gon would be lying if he said his hadn’t, too.

“Oh, right, guys are on that Hunter job, right? The one in Ochima?”

“Yup. I don’t think it’ll take us much longer to finish up, but we got a couple more things to do before we—”

Killua abruptly cut himself off, sucking in a shuddering breath. He stayed still enough though for Gon to continue pressing a string of gentle kisses along Killua’s jawline. Killua’s free hand gripped the back of Gon’s tank top until the fabric twisted and Gon’s lips spread into a smile; that had finally been enough to catch Killua’s attention, it seemed.

“Killua,” he murmured against Killua’s soft skin. "Killua, Killua, Killua."

Gon saw Killua squeeze his eyes tightly shut. His cellphone was limp in his other hand, almost completely forgotten, and Gon knew he just needed one more small push before Killua was back to being his for the rest of the afternoon.

Carefully, Gon unwound his arms from around Killua’s neck, using one of his now free hands to cradle Killua’s jaw. He continued to place slow kisses up and down Killua’s face, relishing the ragged breathing he got in return. He moved onto Killua’s exposed neck next: he pressed his lips to smooth and pale skin before sucking lightly—

“Alluka!” Killua squeaked. “I’m g-gonna have to call you back another day, okay bye!”

He threw the phone to the floor and roughly yanked Gon towards him. Gon yelped, falling right on top of Killua, and the pair toppled backwards onto the mattress in one swoop.

“You—” Killua growled between hurried kisses, “—are so—” kiss, “—freaking—”  kiss, “—clingy! You know that?!”

Gon laughed gleefully and cupped Killua face in his hands, smiling widely as he stroked perfectly flushed porcelain cheeks.

“I’m only clingy with you,” he answered honestly and bent down to kiss Killua again.