#i gave them those bestfriend necklaces i

[bearzisvibin]

Hey guess what

They friens

[obxsprincess]

imagining mattheo and bratty, girly kitty reader because she deserves a tiara

🎀₊˚ʚ ᗢ🐈‍⬛₊˚✧ ﾟ.

your the slytherin princess, all prissy meow, no claw. every single one of the slytherin boys would do really anything for you really, your dark whiskery lashes, and sweet purry voice — they always make sure your safe n sound. though they’ll always do the same for pansy, your bestfriend, they treated you like overbearing older brothers, cus your all of theirs little sweet spot. which is all nice n all until mattheo recruits all of his “brothers” (they five jokingly call eachother) to watch you like eagles if he leaves to get you one of those fruity drinks you love sipping on, dumbly unaware mattheos been giving you sheryl temples the whole party. they all just pray you keep your mean little complaints to your boyfriend, who technically told them to watch you — even they are scared of your bratty ferocious switch. (which even just convinced youve been drinking can trigger, frighteningly)

but whilst all of them protect you, its mattheos whos name you would wear on a pink collar. instead you settled with a fluttery eye roll, for the shiny gold necklace with his full name printed on the little shiny heart! — always sitting between your pushed up breasts. the curly haired brunette does keep the collar as a mental note though. future reference — and also to make you happy. he really does hate admitting but your too cute to say no too — trying not to make it too obvious its because he loves you. which you definitely does, admits it every single time you give him that candy rotting tail-swinging smile.

your his fake eyelashed kitty, and he throws it in every guys face wherever you two go — whether its grabbing your waist arrogantly while you walk ditsily down the halls, cheekily unaware of all the thirsty stares stuck on your plushy hips. or you wiggling in your seat, pussy all sticky, pouting because the throbbings so much its practically purring — doing it just so your all over him, whining and mewling, in front of whoever he pleases. he loves showing you off, but mattheo definitely could do without your bullshit excuse of fashion — or merely the lack of. cus you were not shy showing off your body. you loved making things prettier ! the ‘stylized’ slytherin skirt proudly showing half your heart shaped ass, you just loved the freedom it gave you to pounce around. most of the time, mattheo had to block the view of your frilly underwear flashing when you bend down, all oblivious to the nice pantied cunt eye full he gets. “m’flexible see matty!” huffing with a frustrated breath, “yea yea, guess so kitty — y’stay stretched like that for a good few minutes… s’good for your back or something like that” he unashamedly always takes a peak n your usually to obvious to even notice, too busy giving him your triumphant scrunch.

it’s a complete understantment to say you bounce on him like a cat to a mouse — so teary eyed and cotton panties soaked if you get a glimpse of his biceps or even just his raspy morning voice has something pretty achy n purring, your ghost whiskers twitching. (his back is always covered in your pink french nailed claw marks </3) he fucking hates but does with your whiny fits. trying to satisy his need to taste you between your sqeezing thighs and all you do is moan for his cock. only after cumming three times on mattheos greedy muscle do you shut up — not like he’ll ever complain, he’d never stop fucking into your pretty soppy heat if he had the choice. now when your being too needy, or bugging him as if he can bend you over right there in class, he has no problem sending you off what a swat to the ass n a growl to meet him on his bed, he deals with your neediness. n your always eager to oblige — all fours n pussy up. how else does he take out his anger but in you, on you?

being the girly princess you are I feel like you’d be a cheerleader too! mattheo the star seeker and you his excitedly cheering (kitty) bimbo — hes only ok with your cute tail like swinging ass showing when your squealing his name for the whole school to hear. telling you your his lucky charm, sparkly eyeshadow forever messy when he pulls you into the locker room with him. “you know it’s real hard being a seeker when I cant take my eyes off you, damn look at you baby girl — I’ve already found everything I ever need princess,” mattheos no doubt a slut for cheesy romance before rearranging your guts.

mattheos also your personal purse. except with a lot less frilly pink designs — and you also don’t wanna jump and ride a normal purse into complete bliss. but still! his hands are always full, either with your glossy lipgloss to reapply every five minutes to your puffy lips, pink coverups/sweaters that you toss of abruptly cus they get too hot, or in his perverted needs, offering to hold ‘his girls’ with a mischievous smirk — cus if only takes a little convincing to your pretty head to have you compliant to his shameless, pussy whipped, self, and sometimes they do hurt real bad. mattheos such a good boyfriend ! leaning you back mewling so he can take care them off your hands.

overall you can tell him off whenever needs be. (only you, n you only can tell the son of voldemort to knock it off n not get hurt dcbgyhyf) mattheo even sometimes tries to be extra teasing, which is mean in your glaring lashed kitty eyes — ogling when you bare your verbal fangs n hiss he gets instantly hard at the sight. mattheo still arrogantly remembers the time you beat of an overly flirty raven claw girl, his sweetheart, cat clawing a overstepping bitch — he had to stop himself from cumming right then and there. coyly letting you to kitty lick it right off <3 mattys just as much yours as your his.

. 🎀₊˚ʚ ᗢ🐈‍⬛₊˚✧ ﾟ.

[pelova4president]

Green looks good on you

Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

summary~ You’ve been friends with Aggie for as long as you can remember. You just don’t know when you started to catch feelings. Aggie keeps giving you mixed signals and it’s driving you insane. Will she finally confess her feelings with the help of her teammates?

Aggie has been your bestfriend since preschool. You were inseparable since the day you met her. Aggie wasn’t like all the others girls in your class. The blonde girl was funny and witty, just like you. It clicked immediately and you became bestfriends.

Aggie loved football and so, as the supportive little friend you were you would go and play with her. You weren’t really good and hardly any real competition for her but she enjoyed it anyway.

In school she would go up to the boys and ask if she could play with them. The first few times they told her no and she’d accepted that. But you were angry, they couldn’t just exclude Aggie like that.

You were standing behind your bestfriend and Aggie asked them again if she could play along and yet again they told her no. You don’t know where you’ve gotten the courage from but you walked towards the boy talking and pushed him.

“You can’t tell her no! You’re just scared she’ll beat you!” you yelled, your little eyebrows furrowed in rage.

Aggie smiled at your outburst but as some of the boys were walking towards you she got into action. She took you by your arm and signalled for you to leave.

“No Ags, i’m not leaving. They’re mean to you and you should play too!” you told her, still staring at the annoying boys infront of you.

“Fine, Aggie can play with us.” the tallest boy of the bunch said. A few boys groaned but agreed anyway.

When Aggie was able to play with the boys you didn’t have to play with her anymore. You didn’t have to stand in goal and act like a keeper even though you’d dodge every ball. You didn’t have to come home with grass stains all over your clothes because Aggie wanted to practice sliding and tackling.

You were her cheerleader on the sidelines and every time she’d score she gave you a big smile as celebration.

It wasn’t long until Aggie got to play for a real football team. Every sunday you got out of bed early, ready to go and see your bestfriend play. Her parents would drive to your house to pick you up and go straight to her club.

The first few times you did watch, but sometimes you were a bit bored and started picking flowers and made a necklace out of them. When Aggie was done she’d come up to you and you’d hand her your selfmade necklace. The two of you would act like she’d just won the World Cup and couldn’t shut up about it the whole ride home.

At the age of eight Aggie got scouted. You were over the moon for her. She deserved it but it meant you’d get less time with her. But it was her dream and that was all that mattered to you.

You still got plenty of time with her and you got to see her play every weekend. She was still she same Aggie but there were more feeling involved.

When Aggie got into the older age groups it scared you a little. It wasn’t all about the older girls that could hurt Aggie in a game but there was also more competition for you. You were scared of losing your bestfriend. She was talking about all those girls you didn’t know like they were her bestfriends. Those girls were so so pretty, you couldn’t compete.

When you were fifteen you finally realised it, you had a crush on your bestfriend. You had a crush on Aggie Beever-Jones.

At first you hated it, you even cried to your mom about it. It wasn’t so much the fact that you liked girls, it was the fact that you liked Aggie that bothered you so much. You just didn’t want to ruin your friendship. Aggie was everything to you.

It wasn’t really a surprise to your mom. She saw it coming but she hated to see you so sad.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel, she would never be angry or mad at you, love” your mom advised you.

“I just don’t want to lose her. She’ll be weirded out by me.” you groaned into her shoulder.

“Aggie would never be weirded out by you and i think you know that sweetheart.” she kissed your forehead.

But you couldn’t tell her, it would ruin your friendship.

There were times that you thought Aggie was giving you hints. She got more touchy than she normally was and more jealous whenever you talked about another friend of yours.

“Aggie are you jealous?” you asked her with a slight smile.

“No, i’m not jealous.” she told you coldly.

“She’s not my bestfriend, you are.” you’d assure her.

Aggie would groan and mumble a bit, “That’s not what i’m worried about.”.

Her football career and personal life melted into one when she signed her first contract. Football was her life now and she’d have to find a way to find a good balance.

Aggie took you with her to party’s and dinners of her Chelsea teammates and you knew most of them by then. Aggie had told you about most of them in detail so you wouldn’t be so nervous to meet them. And luckily they were nicer than you would’ve thought.

You don’t know why - maybe it was because Aggie took you everywhere with her, or the way you looked at each other, or how she would hold you, or how she talked about you - but every teammate of Aggie assumed you were dating, so when Aggie told them the two of you weren’t dating they were a bit surprised.

“How long have you been together anyway?” Millie Bright asked when you told her about your childhood together.

You looked panicked and didn’t answer. But Aggie did. “Oh we’re not together Mil. Just friends..” she smiled.

“Huh wait- you two are just friends?” a very loud Scottish accent almost yelled.

This time you answered, “Yeah.. just bestfriends.” you smiled politely.

Millie and Erin found each other after dinner and planned something. They just couldn’t fathom how the two of you weren’t together already. You obviously liked each other and Aggie only talked about you. And you went beyond red every time Aggie smiled at you or gave you a compliment.

Zećira interrupted the two friends to see what they were talking about and when she heard what the subject of conversation was she had to be in on it. The keeper waved Niamh over and they had it all planned out. As proud as they were of their little plan they couldn’t have you find out.

“So you’re single right?” Zećira asked you.

You nodded as you felt half of the Chelsea team’s eyes on you. You got red as a tomato as the following words fell out of Zećira mouth.

“So you’re down to date. Niamh here is single too. The two of you would make a perfect couple, don’t you think Aggie?” she grinned.

Aggie rolled her eyes, “hmm, yeah” she put on a fake smile.

Niamh was on you all evening. If she wasn’t near you on the dance floor and talking you up, she was getting you a drink.

“You look absolutely stunning.” the temporary captain whispered in your ear.

A dark blush rose to your cheeks and you thanked her. “You don’t look bad yourself.” you told her.

Aggie saw everything and without really noticing it she was holding her glass a lot tighter than necessary.

“They look good together, don’t ya think?” Erin asked the jealous forward.

“No, they don’t” Aggie flatly said.

Erin laughed at that. She had seen the way Aggie was keeping an eye on you all evening and she’d be lying is she’d say she didn’t atleast enjoy annoying Aggie a little bit. It was funny seeing her so jealous when she would never admit her feelings for you.

“Look i get it mate, you like her. But she likes you too. Just go and tell her.” Erin told you. Aggie shook her head.

“Beever-fucking-Jones, grow some balls man. She’s been eyeing you up all evening and you’ve been undressing her in your mind too. Get your fucking girl mate.” Erin was done with all this bullshit. She pushed Aggie off her chair and towards you. The Scottish player signalled for Niamh to walk away.

Aggie was nervous to talk to you. She didn’t want to ruin your friendship either.

“Hey, can i speak to you please.” you nodded. “I mean like, outside or something.” she corrected.

You walked towards the little garden with her. You could still see the inside of the bar with all the girls inside.

“I’m just gonna say this because i don’t want you to date Niamh. Or anyone else for that matter.” Aggie sighed.

“I really like you. Not just as a friend or bestfriend but like really really like you. I love you, i’ve loved you since.. i don’t even know when and i really really would love to make you my girlfriend.” Aggie said the last bit with her head down.

You took her hand into yours, rubbing over her palms. “Ag, i would really really love to be your girlfriend.” you grinned.

“It did take you a long time though but i’m glad you finally made a move Beever-Jones.” you laughed.

Aggie gasped. “You could’ve made a move too!” she defended herself.

So you made the next move. You kissed her, like you’ve wanted to all those years.

“AGGIE HAS A WAG!” you heard a familiar Scottish player scream.

“Does your team really have come with you?” you asked her.

“Yep, it’s a package deal.”

[brilium]

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❥ DAY 3. Camgirl! with Eren Jaeger

Summary. Eren got you a tulip necklace on your birthday, one that you never take off, not even during your livestreams on a secret site at night. And Eren could recognize that necklace anywhere.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of y/n, all characters are adults, smut, use of a toy, overstimulation, maturbation (both receiving).

Word count. 3,056.

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Seeing how you get so excited by receiving something so small and simple as a necklace with the shape of a tulip makes Eren's heart throb uncontrollably from excitement.

He created all the design from zero, keeping in mind one time where you told him that your favorite flower was the tulips. Every minute of designing it and working long shifts to pay it totally worth it when you jumped on his arms giggling about how grateful you were to have a bestfriend like him.

Even though he had some girlfriends in the past, his big crush on you never disappeared completely.

Small touches and risky jokes about how it would be if you both would start dating were the farthest that he achieved to make you blush and think a little of the idea of dating him.

This was making him go crazy, but he enjoyed those moments when you kept hugging him longer and tighter than usually.

Some weeks later after giving you that gift —and loving the fact that you never take it off— he came home early from Uni tired from his assignments. All that he wanted was just to find something to distract himself a little and forget about all his final projects piling up on his desk.

Looking at the clock it was still too soon before Armin came home from work, and the games on his console were updating.

Since he was alone, stressed and single, he opened a tab with a particular logotype that he usually only opens late at night. He reminds himself that it will be quick and just to relax a little before starting working on his lab reports.��

Anyways— the neckline that you chose to wear today combined with the necklace were calling for his eyes all day, almost feeling like you noticed the way his eyes darted down in the middle of your conversations.

While fighting with his inner thoughts, he starts to scroll down with a blush on his face.

There were the usual miniatures of the typical plots, maybe it was on his saturated brain but any of those titles or previews were particularly calling for his attention. 

When he clicked back to the top of the page, the option of "Livestream" awakened an interest in him. 

He didn't usually watch those thanks to being used to watching this kind of stuff at night since his schedule and Armin's were almost the same, which led to not having too much time alone at home.

But today things were a little bit in his favor, so he clicked on it. 

There was a top ones where you could only access if you paid a fortune for it, so he scrolled more to find the ones of the "Rising stars", one of them was called "TulipGarden" which made him smile at the sudden thought of you coming to his mind.

When he checked the profile, there was only a cutted photo of a girl in a red bra. The photo only showed her smile and her breasts, which gave him a small hint that the girl was cute, so he clicked it and paid a considerably smaller amount to enter.

Eren throws his head back sighing while the charging screen loads the stream, it's the first time he does this and it feels a little weird. Connie once confessed that he spent like 200 dollars on a cam girl he used to follow. He's not the kind of guy who crushes instantly on a hot girl like his friend, so this might be a one time thing.

"Oh! Welcome to the stream, KrugerSoldier!"

The sound of that familiar soft voice drives a cold shiver through his spine, causing him to straighten on his seat and look immediately at the screen in a way that makes his head go dizzy for some seconds.

There you are. Well, a part of you, since half of your face is covered with a white burlesque mask. But he could recognize that voice anywhere, just like that hair, those lips, that skin, and specially: that necklace.

Eren has to bite his lower lip when his eyes can't get off from how that necklace swings between the curve of your clothed breasts with a white lingerie while you lean over to the screen to read the comments. Letting all the viewers see how good your tits hang almost exposed.

Thankfully, he chose as nickname the last name of a friend of the family who used to take care of him when he was a child, so you don't know yet that it's your best friend. 

Sorry, Sir Kruger, hope anyone who knows you finds about this username.

"Okay, since there are some new guests on my stream I'll repeat the donation goals!" Since you were seated again on the chair, Eren's attention got back again to your masked face. "Listen carefully! I won't repeat it, okay?"

Eren nods completely stunned even if you can’t see him. At this point he doesn't even care if Armin comes and opens the door to find him in such a compromising situation.

“Well, as you know, through the donations you can control my… toy” Your face gets blushed, even if your cheeks are half covered, the viewers can notice the cute blush growing on them. They love to see your shy reactions previous to the show of how the lust gets all over you, causing the notifications to start blowing a little and make you bite your lip as you close your eyes, throwing your head back. “Yeah… Just like that”

The donations are just like one or five dollars, so the vibrations aren’t intense, but enough to have you already squirming on your seat struggling to keep talking, you can only whine and thank them for the donations with a broken voice. 

Oh.

So she's into that.

Eren’s reaction is not far from yours with his head thrown back like yours, his hand is already squeezing softly his hard cock above his gray sweatpants and the soaked spot on his boxers might betray him soon. 

Your voice is coming out stained, trying to keep talking through the stimulation of the small pink toy vibrating inside your core as the notifications keep coming.

“G-God! Fuck…” The notifications stopped a little, but the insane wave of them interrupted your words by leaving you breathing hard as you try to recompose and hols the border of your desk to look again at the screen. “Y-You missed me a lot, as I see. Well, as I was saying–”

Kruger Soldier has donated 30 dollars!

A louder “Ding!” resonates on the stream along with the high pitched moan coming out from your mouth as the strong vibrations invade you for some seconds.

You squirm on the gaming chair like you’re trying to escape from the small toy buzzing inside you, covering your mouth and trembling as the site blows a banner saying “Congratulations! Second goal achieved: Getting off from the underwear!”

Even if Eren’s aching cock is already being tortured by his hand stroking it harshly up and down, he’s surprised about how hard the vibrations were sent due to his high donation.

Truth has to be said, he planned to just donate 20 but his finger slipped while he was freeing his erection from his pants. 

But he’s not complaining when he sees you sliding down the braces of your bra with a lustful smile, biting your lip while your body is still trembling.

“I see that the new one is a little eager, huh? If you keep that peace I might think of giving you a reward…” His eyes widen, not only by knowing that you’ll reward him if he spends his entire wallet on making you squirm in front of hundreds of strangers, but also by the sight of your bare tits on display for him.

He has fantasized a lot about seeing you naked when he’s touching himself like now. Imagining how they would bounce after taking off your bra while you ride him, and that thought can finally be checked on his list of fantasies— at half, at least.

He lets out a  stained moan coming from his mouth squeezing himself a little harder seeing how you shake them in front of the camera. His mind is going more dizzy right now, he could die right now and he’d be totally happy that his last view is how good that necklace looks between your breasts.

And when you shake them on camera? God— He might fucking cum already.

Best fucking present in the world.

The notifications start to blow again, getting a little higher numbers just to get you on the sweet edge of pleasure just like always. 

An idea comes to your mind since there's such a good welcome this time, and you take a quick glance to the bed behind you.

Your desk is just in front of your bed, just for ease when the streams get a little more heaty, this kinda looks like an occasion for it. But you need a little reassurance from your viewers, just to be sure.

“Y-You guys are being so good to me today… Should I– Fuck!” Eren has sent another multiple small donations that make you break the character for a little, making you tremble and see again how good those tits look when you start to shake. 

The moans can't be held when the vibrations are being sent without a break for you. Your cunt is dripping on the small toy and you have to tangle your fingers on your hair while the other squeezes your breast to not, finally, rub your clit to reach the orgasm. 

“You really like to tease me a lot this time…" You see the comments praising you for such a good show and you take a breath before continuing, trying to keep the character. "D-Do you want me to get on the bed for a better show? One for no, two for yes. But I'll leave the decision on our new good visitor, Kruger Soldier. Just for being so good to me, y'know."

The small body on his screen is trembling, already feeling close and you have just reached the second donation goal to get naked, but the way you still manage to keep the act makes Eren snort with a big smile.

You're so cute.

But for you he's the devil.

That damn viewer is sending you so many constant donations that at this point you could cum just by seeing his name on the screen, predicting that this might be the donation that might be getting you screaming his username.

Kruger Soldier has donated 10 dollars!

Even though the vibrations make you moan sharply on your hand, it disappoints you a little that he chose to keep it on the chair.

“O–On the chair, will be then.” You huff, still squirming but a little sad, until another wave of vibrations startles you on your seat in a cry. 

The notification sound comes again, from the same user, but this time it comes with a message: “Srry. You said two for yes, right? My bad:)”

You bite your lip at the message after you recover from the intense stimulation, holding your laugh.

This person is clearly teasing you, but you’re starting to enjoy this little game. Anyways, you’re always grateful for a good tip during your streams.

Eren is already close to the orgasm when you get on the bed, letting the camera catch how good your naked boy looks. But he won’t cum now, even if his balls are begging for the release he won’t. He wants to cum with you. 

No, he needs it.

When you get on the bed facing the camera, he gets a little sad of not being able to get the view of your ass in delight for him just like your tits before, but he won’t start complaining right now that his red tip is almost exploding with an orgasm.

With small donations of 5 dollars, Eren doesn’t even gives you time to get comfortable on the bed, already having you bending on the bed, with your chest pressing on the mattress as you hold the sheets on your fists, trying to hold something to repress the hard waves of pleasure covering you while your knees try to keep your ass up to give the viewers a good view of the curve of your back. 

There's still a part of you that chose this position to let you enjoy the pleasure, wrinkling your eyebrows through the torture of the pleasure and being free to scream on the sheets.

Your moans are harder than ever in a stream before, due to being a “rising star”, your donations are usually small and not that constant, so you aren't used to being this stimulated.

But this new viewer is so stubborn with the notifications that you’re almost forgetting that you’re on live when your hand stops grabbing the sheet to rub almost violently on your clit to reach the sweet orgasm.

On the other side, Eren is already sweating hard, wanting to take off his hoodie to stop dropping on his clothes like he just finished working out, but that would mean stopping giving him pleasure just at the same time as you as he keeps donating. 

“Fuck— Please cum, dear…” His voice is already so needy, a small tear coming out from his left eye as his hand gets a rougher and messier peace.

You both already forgot what you are doing, what page you are on or even the fact there are a lot of other people watching you. 

The screams of your pleasure are being sinked on the matress but the camera still gets your legs shaking and your cunt tightening around the —fucking still vibrating— toy. You cry hard against the sheets as you ride the orgasm when the viewers start to enjoy your high.

It’s then, when you scream hard against the mattress and your body shakes and rolls on the bed, compulsing and arching of the pleasure that the vibrator is giving you. You grab your tits, thighs, hair and the sheets trying to control the intense shaking of your body as the juices of your cunt blow, soaking on the mattress and making a wet lustful mess of a squirt. 

Meanwhile, Eren is cumming harder than ever in his life in a loud moan that chants your name and covering his hoodie and sweatpants with white strings and stains of cum. 

He knows that this is going to be a headache to clean, mostly because it is his favorite hoodie because you gifted it to him on christmas but it’s okay.

You won't get mad if you're the reason why it's dirty, isn't it?

Seeing how you’re still laying on the bed, with spreaded shaky legs and still compulsing a little because of the hard orgasm is —even if the context is not the best— the cutest thing. 

How you try to get up, holding the bed with weak arms and trying to catch your breath when you walk, trembling to the chair and sitting, fixing your hair a little and smiling shyly.

Eren is not sure if the blush on his face is because of his previous orgasm or because he's madly in love with you.

“Hey… I–I’m sorry, I think that I should…” Your voice is husky and shaky, it even gives the hint that you’ve never came like this on live since your embarrassed reaction. “I should end the stream right now, I… I’m too weak to keep going. I love you guys!”

You wave at the camera shyly and send some kisses before the screen goes black. Eren closes his eyes, still struggling to calm after what he saw and did. He didn’t expect to find you on a page like this but he also can’t complain after almost spending all his money on making you cum.

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“You should fight with your boss for a raise on your pay. Seriously.” You rest your elbows on the bar of the cafeteria, waiting for your coffee as Eren is preparing it.

“I know that you just want me to take you to watch that movie that you like.” Eren grabs your nose between his knuckles, making you whine and blush at his action.

Since he saw you on that page, he has never entered that section again. But he’s gotten more flirty with you, he wants to own you, to see that cute fucked out face again. 

But only for him.

You pout at him and caress his hand when he lends you the cup, causing him to tense when your nails caress softly his veins.

“That's true but only a part of it. Come on, I miss you!” Your words make his chest throb and breathe heavy, almost making him grab your face and kiss you. “And, why do you suddenly need money? What did you spend your money on?”

Eren’s eyes glance down to your neckline, where the tulip necklace rests and slowly starts darting to your glossy lips and finally your eyes. He know that you noticed how his eyes almost ate you out but, since you didn’t leaned back from the touch, he brings his other hand up to your face and put a string of hair behind your ear, making you shiver at the contact.

"And what about you? Don't you have a job or something?" He ignores your question, looking deeply in your eyes.

You laugh softly, shaking your head, still caressing his hand with your thumb.

"No, I don't. I had one but it got boring and I dropped it." Eren chuckles at the answer, leaning a little closer to you and making your breath knot on your throat as you glup.

"That 's better. I want to be the only one who spends his entire wallet on you. No one else, okay?"

Eren has to hold himself from kissing you when you nod, biting your lip, giving you your coffee and asking you to wait for him while he changes into his normal clothes.

Maybe clicking on that stream was the best decision he could ever made.

@softlilpeachxx

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

i badly need an awkward and shy boy ethan fic.

just him bottling up his feelings, too nervous around y/n who's oh so aware of his crush on her and teases him for months, trying to break him. slight touches, skin brushing, getting something out of his hair, or small remarks to make him blush. until he finally he finally confesses his crush on y/n to none other than her bestfriend tara at a party, half-drunk. except y/n isn't too far and heard everything, he becomes a stuttering mess, all red. y/n gives him, interrupting him with a kiss she's been waiting for for so long.

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‘’Ew, why must it taste so gross,’’ Ethan complained with a grimace after downing another shot.

Chad shrugged, not phased by the taste. ‘’Let’s find you a girl.’’ He scanned the crowded room of partying college students, looking for one he guessed was Ethan’s type. ‘’What about her?’’

Ethan glanced at the brunette Chad was talking about. She had a perfect pink pout and glasses that looked really cute on her, but the necklace against her collarbones said she was part of a sorority and those girls were out of Ethan’s league.

‘’She’s gorgeous,’’ he said honestly. ‘’But—’’

‘’Ask her out. Ask her out,’’ Chad insisted, bouncing on his feet and determined to get his roommate a girl before the end of the night.

Ethan shook his head. He knew she would reject him — girls always did.

‘’Shut up!’’

‘’I’m gonna get us more shots.’’ Chad took the two empty glasses and went to the kitchen to re-fill them with vodka.

The night went on. More shots were taken and at some point, Chad ditched his roommate to makeout with a girl with pink hair. He didn’t like her, but her appearance reminded him of his ex and that was the kind of comfort he wanted tonight.

Ethan wandered around the frat house, looking for a familiar face among all these strangers.

‘’Tara, hey,’’ he said, a giggle threatening to bubble from his more-than-tipsy-but-not-yet-drunk mouth.

‘’Hey, Ethan.’’

‘’Is your friend here?’’

‘’You’re gonna have to be more specific,’’ the petite brunette replied, then took a sip of her drink.

Your name fell from his mouth and Tara held a smile.

Ethan’s crush on you was so obvious that even a blind person would notice. Aside from the flushed cheeks whenever your skin would brush him or the baffling for words when you made a remark about how you suspected Ethan was hiding a nice body underneath those polos. His demeanor changed around you. He turned from very talkative and energetic to very nervous.

‘’I saw her talking with Mindy and Anika a few minutes ago, but I don’t know where she is now...’’

Disappointment washed over Ethan’s face. ‘’I’m never gonna be able to talk to her,’’ he sighed, the alcohol in his blood intensifying his emotions.

Tara grabbed his arm and gave him a sweet smile. ‘’She’s around somewhere. I’m sure you’ll run into her.’’

‘’But every time I try to talk to her I get tongue tied. I’m not like Chad.’’

‘’Chad?’’

Ethan continued. ‘’I’m not confident and hot like him. I can’t just go up to her and tell her she’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen and that I want to kiss her so bad I dream of it at night. God, I sound like a creep…but I swear I’m not! I just really really like her—’’ A hand tapped his shoulder and Ethan turned around, his eyes growing like saucers when he saw you. ‘’H-hi.’’

Instead of greeting him back, you grabbed the back of his neck and connected your lips into a kiss, making Tara gasp at your boldness.

Ethan was stunned for a few seconds, his brain short-circuiting from the touch of your cherry flavored lips, but he snapped out of his surprise and kissed you back…only for you to break the kiss.

‘’Next time you want to ask me something, do it. You might be surprised by the answer.’’ 

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[zynxwrite]

pairings ❰ rotxo x f!reader

roxto crushing on a dance performer, he tries to confess his feelings with a cute gift. fluff fluff fluff filled with fluff.

   "Come on, Rotxo! I'm sure she'll love the gift you're making, I mean you hand picked those shells until sunset!" 

Tsireya made an effort to brighten Rotxo up by speaking positive statements that was empty of lies. He had just recently confessed to her his long-standing crush for you. Who would not? the way you move was majestic, the way your body swayed and danced with the wind, as for your mane glittered with the stars, while the music sang to your movements.

Rotxo spent the entire day collecting seashells of various shapes and sizes along the shoreline. Each shell held a meaning, representing a moment or memory he had shared with you. He arranged them carefully in a small, intricately designed small woven basket that he had crafted himself, pouring his heart and soul into every detail. 

He was not positive of his plan, there are other males, that some are attractive and adored your dancing as he loved you. There's no way that you would see sight of him! 

“But what if she doesn’t like it?! And what-what if she thinks it’s trash?” Roxto looked down at his unfinished work, the seashells reminded him of you. It was beautiful and ethereal. His fear of rejection poured into his feelings, he wasn't sure if he would continue this.

‘oh boy..he sure is nervous.’

Tsireya eyed her brother so that he might give Rotxo some confidence as he continued to give off an anxious vibe. Simply rolling his eyes, he stepped forward his friend.

   "Trust me, girls like her like these kind of gifts. Jus' go with the flow..?" Ao'nung tried to sound normal as he didn't care, but he does know surely that the seashell gift would fascinate you. Eh, what can he say, Rotxo had a good taste when it comes to designs.

“I’m really not sure of this. What if I just admire her from afar and-”

“Rotxo. Calm down.” Tsireya made sure that he looked at her. “Take a deep breathe. She will like it. I promise.”

"Look," Tsireya said, trying to emphasize her point, "You've known each other for so long. She values your friendship, and that's a strong foundation. The gift you're making is not just any gift; it's a reflection of your memories together, and that's something special. Don't underestimate the power of genuine sentiment."

While Rotxo tried to calm down. Tsireya talked to Aonung with just her eyes. They communicated by expressions. ‘Try to be more supportive, brother. He’s your bestfriend.’ She eyed Aonung. ‘I literally don’t know how.’ All Tsireya can do to react is simply sigh. Her brother has seaweed for brain.

"You're right," Rotxo finally said, mustering some determination. "I've spent so much time with her, and every moment has been magical. I can't let fear hold me back."

The sound of gentle waves caressed the shore, creating a soothing ambiance, which somehow managed to calm Rotxo's anxious heart. From afar, he saw you with a metkayina male giving you some freshly picked out flowers. He stopped walking and took a look of his own gift for you. A necklace made out of seashell. Seriously? What’s that compared to a whole bouquet?! Oh dear. His anxiety roared more. His ears folded as he saw you smile..Oh. How he wishes you could smile at him like that. 

He notices Tsireya and the sully kids’ head above water to watch him confess to you. Neteyam gave him a thumbs up to show support while Tuktirey whisper-shouted a ‘Don’t be scared! You got this!’ 

Thank Eywa his friends were there to support him. He finally had the courage to finally walk up to you as the na’vi male was finally away from you. Good.

He could feel his body tremble as your eyes met his. he was like a child who’s scared of non-real monsters. But just seeing you look at him made him..calm. 

“[Name]! Uh-Hi-wait, no. Uh-...Your dance was beautiful earlier. It made me feel relaxed, truth!” You couldn’t help but giggle at him stammering. He’s so cute. Was he not? You turn eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, Rotxo! What is it?"

Alright...This is the time. Butterflies filled his stomach, but he knew he had to do this. He approached with a warm smile, trying to mask his nerves.

"I know it might sound strange, but, um, I collected this seashell for you," he said, feeling a rush of vulnerability in his voice. 

You looked at the seashell with amazement, touched by the gesture. "Wow, Rotxo, this is stunning! You made this for me?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I've always admired how you appreciate the beauty of nature and the little things around you, just like this seashell. And, well, I've been wanting to tell you that... I really, really like you."

He waited patiently, but nervously for your respond. You have been silent for almost 30 seconds. Even his friends started to get nervous. Will you reject him? Will you not? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?! They wanted answers as soon as possible.

“Oh.” Oh? OH?! Is that all? Just oh?

Your  eyes widened, your heart beating faster as it absorbed Rotxo's heartfelt confession. You were touched by his sincerity and courage in baring his feelings so openly. You were...happy. But couldn’t respond. Why>

If you couldn’t respond. Then he will talk, again. "Each of these shells has a story," he began, his voice steadier now. "They represent moments we've spent together, moments I cherish deeply." He picked up one delicate spiral-shaped shell. "This one is from the day we explored the hidden cave together." And he continued with the others. You were fascinated because they were just like a songcord.

Finally, Rotxo reached the last seashell. It was the most exquisite and rare shell he had found, a shimmering iridescent one. "This shell," he paused, a blush creeping up his cheeks, "this one is for you. Just for you, because you are the most beautiful and extraordinary person I know." He looked directly into the reader's eyes, his heart laid bare. "I-I love you, and I wanted to tell you in a way that showed how much you mean to me."

Finally. Your mouth started to move to say something.

“I-” I what? I love you? I hate you? “I..” Please just answer. “I-I appreciate this.”

“I never knew you had feelings for me, Rotxo..” Oh, he was getting rejected for sure. “I love you too.” Wait-what?

“HELL YEAH! YOU RULE, ROTXO!” Spider yelled out of excitement. Making you startle as he came from nowhere-and there you saw a few you na’vi above the water..Who has been watching you for minutes.

“Wait...You do?-how-”

“How can I not fall in love with the one I first performed to?” You smiled and held his hand with the shell-cord. “Don’t you remember? You were the one who first saw me dance years ago.”

Relief washed over Rotxo, and he felt a sense of peace in knowing that he had expressed his emotions genuinely. Regardless of the outcome, he cherished the connection he had with you and the unwavering support of his friends.

“Of course I do.” He smiled. "I've admired you from afar for a long time. Your kindness, your smile, the way you light up the room whenever you enter. I can't help but feel drawn to you, and I've wanted to tell you how I feel for a while now."

You smiled, placing a hand on Rotxo's shoulder, "Your feelings mean a lot to me, and I appreciate your honesty. Let's see where this journey takes us, together."

This night is truly beautiful.

“And that’s how Rotxo and [Name] became official~” Lo’ak Teased. “And you and Tsireya are next.” Neteyam whispered with tease which Aonung overheard and his eyes was ready to strangle someone. “Oh, great mother. Here we go.” Kiri sighed.

As the night continued, the group celebrated under the starlit sky, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams of the future. Rotxo and you held hands, walking along the shore, their hearts now connected in a way that felt like destiny.

"I can't believe I finally told you how I feel," Rotxo admitted, his voice a mix of vulnerability and relief.

"I'm glad you did," you replied, their heart filled with happiness. "You've always been there for me, and I cherish our friendship too. I never imagined that it would lead to this, but I'm so glad it did."

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hello! You’re such a talented writer! Can I please request Tom x reader where they are bestfriend and the reader visit Tom when he’s filming. All of his co stars were teasing him because they’re acting like a couple even though they claimed to be just friends. Thank you!

If We Were A Movie

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Requests are CLOSED

You get it a lot.

“Your boyfriend left his wallet.” A lady ran up to you in a coffee shop and handed you Toms wallet.

“Oh, thank you.” You gave her a tight lipped smile and accepted the wallet. You turned around and jogged to catch up to Tom with an annoyed look at your face.

“What’s wrong?” Tom laughed when he saw your face. “How did you get annoyed so quickly? We just left the shop.”

“Nine!” You held up nine fingers with Toms wallet still in your hand. “Nine times!”

“You got called my girlfriend again?” Tom asked, knowing exactly what you were referring too. 

“No. This time you were called my boyfriend, which makes nine times this week.” You said with exasperation. Tom shrugged and looked ahead.

“Hey, it was twelve last week.” He offered as he opened the passenger door for you.

“Tom, it’s only Tuesday.” You sighed as you handed his his wallet and climbed into the car.

“I know, darling. I’m sorry. I know how insulting it is to be mistaken for my girlfriend.” Tom said sarcastically, and a little hurt.

“I just wish people believed that we’re only best friends.” You sighed and squeezed his hand. He accepted your apology and kissed the back of your hand before starting the car.

That’s how most of your conversations went.

“Ready to order?” The waiter asked Tom with his notepad ready.

“She’s just in the bathroom.” Tom nodded towards your empty seat. “I’m gonna go with the pasta though.”

“No problem.” The waiter said as he wrote it down. “And for your girlfriend?”

“She’s gonna have the apple salad.” Tom said with a smile as he closed his menu. You didn’t tell him your order, he just knew.

This was an everyday occurrence.

“Would you and your boyfriend like a photo?” A lady with a camera came up to you as walked arm in arm towards the exit of a museum.

“Sure.” Tom laughed at the annoyed expression that crossed your face as he pulled you in to pose for the photo.

Red carpets had a field day with the two of you.

“Tom! Toms girlfriend! Over here!” The camera men barked when he’d drag you along to a movie premier.

“They pronounce my name so funny! I’ve never heard someone say “Y/n” as “Toms girlfriend” before!” You whispered sarcastically into Toms ears, making him laugh as the paparazzi snapped away.

“Well, I think “Toms girlfriend” looks beautiful tonight.” Tom whispered into your ear among the noise. You looked at Tom fondly and hide your face in his neck, not wanting the paparazzi to see you blushing. You ended up making the picture they got your background, so it all worked out in the end.

His friends took notice as well.

“You totally hung up on me last night to talk to your girlfriend.” Harrison huffed as he walked into Toms room.

“She needed attention. I know because she texted me the words “I need attention” in all caps.” Tom explained, not even bothering to correct him about the nature of your relationship.

“But we were in the middle of a game!” Harrison whined.

“I’m sorry. She’s just more important than 2k.” Tom laughed.

Seriously, you couldn’t get away from it.

“Excuse me?” A girl tapped Tom on the shoulder, making him stop. You stopped walking when you noticed he wasn’t behind you, just out of earshot. You saw him talking a pretty girl and felt a weird feeling in the pit of your tummy.

“Your girlfriends hair is tucked into her sweater.” The girl explained to Tom as she pointed at you. You wondered what they could possibly be talking about.

“I’ll tell her. Thanks.” Tom smiled at the girl and skipped back to you. Even though it bothered you, it made Tom happy how easily you could be mistaken for his girlfriend.

“What did that girl want?” You asked when Tom approached you.

“She told me to tell you about your hair.” Tom explained as he scooped your hair out of your sweater and laid it neatly on your shoulders.

“Oh, thanks.” You said as a different feeling filled your tummy.

Tom didn’t help your case, of course.

“Who’s this?” Jake asked when you visited the Far From Home set for the first time.

“This is the special girl in my life.” Tom introduced you with his hand on your lower back. “This is Y/n.”

You shook Jakes hand, concealing how star struck you were, and smiled.

You couldn’t really blame people for thinking what they did.

“Tom! Your girlfriend is here.” Jacob called when he saw you approaching the set.

“Y/n is here?” Tom looked up from his script and looked for you.

“I thought she wasn’t your girlfriend?” Jacob asked, recalling the dozens of times you’d corrected Jacob when he called you and Tom a couple.

“She’s not.” Tom stammered, forever forgetting you two weren’t actually together. “I just knew you meant her.”

Seriously, everyone thought you were a thing.

“Hey man. I just met your girlfriend.“ Zendaya smiled as she took her seat next to Tom on the classroom set.

“Oh you met Y/n?” Tom replied with a grin. He always loved when his friends met his best friend. He didn’t even bother to correct Zendaya and tell her you weren’t his girlfriend. The boy could dream, couldn’t he?

“Only for a little while. I saw her by the snack table just now. We just said hi and had a bit compliment battle. She’s so pretty, I couldn’t believe it. What’s she doing with guy like you?” Zendaya teased as the camera men prepared to begin filming.

“Aw, thanks Zen-DIE-a.” Tom faked a smile as he purposefully mispronounced her name. “Did she happen to say she was my girlfriend?” He wondered why Zendaya thought they were dating if she’d never seen them together.

“No.” Zendaya realized and shook her head. “I just assumed because she was wearing a hoodie with your last name on it.”

“Oh, okay. Just wondering.” Tom smiled and got ready to deliver his lines, an extra burst of confidence coursing through him to know you were wearing his hoodie.

His costars made a point to tease him over it.

“Are you wearing a helmet?” Jake laughed as Tom approached the set. They were rehearsing a stunt scene and Tom had shown up in some questionable attire.

“Dude, stop. I promised Y/n I’d wear it.” Tom grumbled as someone began to harness Tom in.

“I get it. Your girlfriend wants you to be safe.” Jake nodded in agreement but made a face to Jacob behind Toms back.

“She just gets worried.” Tom said as he buckled his helmet, wondering why Jacob was suddenly doubled over with laughter.

Meanwhile, you waited patiently behind the cameras for Tom to finish filming. You were in a constant state of anxiety as Tom jumped from platform to platform to perform his stunts. You were just glad he wore the helmet.

“Alright. Shackles are off.” Tom shook his harness off after the rehearsal and made his way to you. You instinctively threw your arms around his sweaty torso.

“I was so nervous when you were up there.” You said Into his neck. Tom chuckled and held you closer.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I’m a superhero.” Tom assured you, ignoring the kissy faces Jake was making behind your back.

It’s not like you didn’t give people a reason to think you were together.

“Hold.” A man with a clipboard yelled. “Tom, you need to lose the bracelet.”

“Right, sorry.” Tom called back and went to unclasp the bracelet before realizing the predicament. He grimaced and looked back at the man. “I’m sorry. I actually can’t take it off.”

“Why not?” The man called again, losing patience.

“It’s one of those lock and key bracelets.” Tom explained. “Y/n wears the key around her neck as a necklace. I need her to open it.”

“Isn’t that just adorable?” Jacob gushed from somewhere behind Tom.

“So you’re one of those couples.” Zendaya smirked.

“Is your girlfriend here?” The man with the clipboard asked with a sigh. Tom smiled a little at his words. He never even called you his girlfriend. It was just common knowledge around set now that you were.

“Yes. She’s in my trailer.” Tom called.

“Oooo.” Jacob cooed. “In your trailer?”

“She’s probably still resting. I’m sure they had a long night.” Jake said with a devious grin. Tom turned around and shot daggers at his friends.

“Shut up.” He snapped before turning back to the man. “She’ll be here. Just call her.”

The man let out another sigh before grabbing the radio and speaking into it. “Will Toms girlfriend please come to set?”

You were studying in Toms trailer when you heard the announcement. You perked your head up and furrowed you’re eyebrows. Was that directed at you? You decided to ignore it and go back to studying.

“She has a name.” Tom annouced to the crew, knowing you wouldn’t know that announcement was for you. “Her name is Y/n.”

The man gave Tom a death glare before picking the radio back up. “Will Y/n please come to set?”

You looked up again and set your textbook down. That one was definitely directed at you. You hustled to set and found Tom amongst the crew and cast.

“I was called?” You asked. Tom gave you a sheepish grin and held out his wrist.

“I need to take the bracelet off.” He said, gesturing to the silver band on his wrist with a heart shaped lock. You laughed and stepped closer to him, pulling the key you wore around your neck out from under your shirt. You stuck your key in his lock and twisted it, releasing the clasp on the bracelet. You caught it in your hands and slipped it into your pocket as Tom gave you a grateful smile.

“There you go.” You returned his smile, unaware of the cast and crew gawking at the two of you.

“So how long have you two been together?” Jake interrupted, causing panic to fill Toms eyes. You looked at him curiously before turning to Jake.

“Oh, I’m not his girlfriend.” You told him, and were instantly met with a rush of shocked murmurs from the crowd. You looked at Tom for answers, who looked like he wanted to disappear. He gave you an apologetic smiled and laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, funny thing.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck and avoiding the piercing gaze from the crowd. “We’re not actually a couple.”

“Aren’t you Y/n?” An extra asked.

“Yes.” You nodded, still lost.

“The one Tom’s always on the phone with?” Jake pressed.

“Yeah.” You said with an awkward smile. Why was everyone so shocked that you weren’t together? Did Tom tell them you were?

“The one he talks about all the time?” Another extra chimed in.

“I guess.” You blushed a little upon learning this information.

“The one who has has visited him on every set since The Impossible?” Jacob asked.

“That’d be me.” You confirmed.

“The one he literally introduced to me as ‘the special girl in his life’?” Jake said in disbelief.

“She is my special girl.” Tom said quietly as he dug his toe into the floor.

“So you are his girlfriend.” Jake said.

“No. Still not.” You shook your head. Everyone looked at you like you had a third eye. You felt awkward and out of place and made an excuse to leave. “I really gotta study, but uh, I’ll see you later Tom?”

“Right. See you later.” Tom cleared his throat and looked at the ceiling. You gave him one more confused look before retreating to his trailer.

“I thought she was your girlfriend.” Zendaya looked at Tom for answers as soon as you were out of earshot. Tom wanted to run away and hide. He gave an awkward chuckle instead.

“I never said she was.” He said weakly.

“But you never corrected us when we said she was.” Jake pointed out. Toms face turned red as his friends stared him down.

“That…is true.” He admitted.

“You let us believe she was your girlfriend this whole time.” Jacob said pointedly.

“That is also true.” Tom said.

“So what are you guys?” Zendaya asked.

“We’re best friends.” Tom said with fake confidence. Even he didn’t know the answer to that.

“So she’s single?” Jake asked with raised eyebrows. “In that case-“

“Ah Ah Ah.” Tom held out an arm to stop Jake. “Absolutely not.”

Jake held up his hands and changed the subject to the stunts they went over the day before. Tom sighed in relief and got through the rest of his work day with a grain of salt. He dreaded seeing you and having to explain himself. He took a deep breath before entering his trailer to face you. You were curled up on his couch in one of his shirts with a textbook on your lap. Tom smiled fondly at the sight.

“Hey Y/n.” He said sheepishly. You glanced up at him and looked surprised.

“Who’s Y/n? My name is Toms girlfriend.” You asked with a fake smile as Tom took a seat next to you.

“I’m sorry about that.” Tom scratched the back of his neck and put a comforting hand on your knee.

“It’s fine. I actually love having to explain to Jake Gyllenhaal that I’m not dating his costar.” You quipped, not glancing up at Tom. He knew he messed up. He rested his chin on your knee and an idea popped into his head.

“I know how to make it up to you.” He said deviously.

“How?” You asked skeptically, looking at him through your eyelashes. He smiled like a child and leapt off the couch.

“Cause no one ever looks so good in a dress and it hurts 'cause I know you won't be mine tonight.” Tom sang at the top of his lungs, making your jaw drop. He never sang, despite his beautiful voice and your constant begging to hear it. Yet here he was, belting One Direction completely unprovoked.

“You are not serenading me with One Direction to get me to forgive you.” You told him. He shook his head at you and jumped up on the couch, singing into your foot like a microphone.

“No one ever makes me feel like you do when you smile, baby tell me how to make it right.” He sang even louder, making a smile appear on your face.

“Tom, stop.” You said, as if you ever wanted him to stop.

“Now all my friends say it's not really worth it, but even if that's true.…” he held the note out and jumped off the couch.

“Really. I have to study.” You protested, shaking your textbook in front of his face.

“No one in the world could stop me from not moving on, baby even if I wanted to.” He got on his knees next to you and cupped your face before singing the final line. “Nobody compares to you.”

“Tom.” You whined, ignoring the way your heart pounded in your chest at his touch.

“Come on, darling. Sing along.” Tom tugged on your hand before letting it drop.

“No. You’re being a bad boyfriend.” The words flew out of you mouth before you had a chance to stop them. You clamped a hand over your mouth and your eyes widened in shock at your own words. Tom stopped singing and looked at you in bewilderment. You made eye contact with him and gave him an embarrassed smile. He gave you an over dramatic surprised face in return and touched a hand to his chest.

“I’m being a bad what?” Tom asked, his voice dripping in accusation. You could hear the smile on his face and shrank down further in your seat.

“Nothing. Forget I said anything.” You waved your hands in dismissal and looked back down at your book.

“Did I hear that correctly?” He continued, getting even closer than he was before. He hugged the back of the chair and leaned his chin on it.

“No, you didn’t.” You said bluntly. He did. He definitely did.

“Oh I think I did, love.” Tom laughed wickedly. “I’m nearly positive.”

“Best friend.” You stammered. “I said best friend.”

“Nope. Don’t even try.” Tom put a finger in your face, tilting your chin to look at him. You pleaded with your eyes, silently begging him to let it go. Tom, being Tom, gave you a grin that told you he would never let it go.

“You called me your boyfriend.” Tom said in a sing song voice. You groaned and he softened his eyes. “You called me your boyfriend.” He said again, like he finally grasped what you said. He looked at you inquisitively.

“Did you mean to?” He asked in a serious tone, taking you by surprise.

“Obviously I didn’t mean to.” You finally looked at him in the eyes. His playful eyes were soft now, and genuine.

“No, but, did you want to?” Tom continued. You searched his face for signs of him joking, but he wasn’t.

“What?” You asked him.

“Do you want to? That’s what I’m trying to ask. That’s what I’ve been trying to ask you for years. Is that, do you, would you, I mean…” Tom sighed when he couldn’t get the words out. You looked at him curiously. “Do you want me to be? Your boyfriend, I mean.”

“We’re best friends.” You said simply. You couldn’t read Toms emotions and didn’t want to jump the gun. Obviously you wanted him to be your boyfriend, but he didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

“Are we, though?” Tom cocked his head, making you blush. “I know that’s what we tell people, and even get annoyed at how many times we have to do so, but do you ever think maybe there’s a reason people always ask if we’re together?”

“Because we’re close? I don’t know, Tom.” You whined in frustration. “Can we just pretend this didn’t happen?”

“I can’t pretend.” Tom said, almost sadly. “Not anymore, Y/n.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned. You and Tom were in a rut. Neither of you brave enough to take the next step. You gulped as you waited for Toms answer.

“I mean that so many people ask me if you’re my girlfriend, or if I like you, or if you like me that I’m starting to have to ask myself. Even I don’t know the answers anymore. Is she my girlfriend? Do I like her?” Tom laughed at himself and then looked down at his hands. “Does, does she like me?” He asked quietly.

“I didn’t know you thought that way.” You said softly, avoiding his gaze.

“I do.” Tom confirmed, reaching out and rubbing your forearm with his thumb. He left a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “And now, now I’m wondering if you think the same. Like, why do you think you called my your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know.” You lied, keeping your voice low. Toms eyes bore into you like fire, making you squirm.

“I think you do.” Tom pressed.

“Well I don’t.” You snapped, meeting his gage with assertive eyes.

“Really?” He squinted.

“Really.” You stated.

“Alright.” Tom shrugged and backed away. Your arm felt cold where his hand used to be. “Then I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.” You said as you rubbed your arm.

You went back to silence before Tom let out a sigh. You glanced at him, then went back to your book. Tom let out another sigh, louder this time. Then another. By the forth, you’d gotten the message.

“Okay fine! I didn’t mean to call you my boyfriend, but literally everyone else does, so I guess I did too. I just got mixed up. It’s confusing, okay? We spend all this time together and it’s starting to make me question my feelings. And then that thing with your friends today…” you laughed half heartedly at the situation you’d found yourself in. “I thought I knew how I felt about you, but now I’m thinking maybe I don’t. I don’t hate it when people call me your girlfriend. And I didn’t hate calling you my boyfriend.”

“I didn’t hate it either.” Tom moved closer again, and you did too.

“Right?” You finally found him on the same page. “It’s just, we act like a couple, we look like a couple, we fight like a couple, everyone thinks we’re a couple. And I can’t help but feel like maybe, I don’t know…”

“We should be a couple?” Tom finished your sentence. His puppy dog eyes cut into you like a knife, and you found yourself nodding slowly. A small smile crept across his face. You covered your face with your hands and shrank down in your seat.

“Y/n, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” Tom chuckled as he pulled your hands away from your face. “Do you know how many times I’ve accidentally called you my girlfriend? Not only that, I’ve never once corrected someone when they referred to you as my girlfriend. I get mixed up too, okay?”

You stayed quiet and picked at your nail polish, leaving flakes of it in the dust of your friendship with Tom.

“Please say something.” He asked. You sighed and looked him apologetically in the eyes.

“I’m not good at saying something.” You said softly.

“Okay, how about this; if we were a movie, how would this end?” Tom proposed.

“What?” You said with a tiny smile.

“I’m an actor, yeah?” Tom began. “And you love those bullshit-“

“-Beautiful.” You cut in.

“Sorry, beautiful romantic comedies.” Tom said sarcastically. “So I ask again; if we were a movie, how would this conversation end?”

You thought about it for a moment, and then smirked.

“If we were a movie” You began with a shy smile, “You’d be the right guy and I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with. In the end, we’d be laughing, watching the sunset. Then fade to black, show the names, and play the happy song.” You recited.

“That was beautiful.” Tom said, very impressed and a little bashful. “Did you just think of it?”

“A wise poet once said it.” You told him.

“Shakespeare?” He asked.

“Hannah Montana.” You informed him. Tom smiled and let out a laugh

“So that’s how this would go if we were a movie.” He said. You nodded and went back to feeling shy.

“But we’re not a movie.” You pointed out.

“So what are we?” Tom threw the ball back into your court. You looked at Tom and smiled. You knew what you were.

Later, you and Tom walked onto set, hand in hand.

“Hey guys”, Tom announced your presence to his co-stars, “remember before when I said we weren’t dating?”

“Yeah, why?” Jacob asked before his eyes landed on your intertwined. He and Jake shared a look.

Tom didn’t say anything, he just dipped you in the most dramatic way possible and kissed you on the lips.

“Okay, okay. We get it. You’ve always been in love but couldn’t admit it. Big whoop.” Jake sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.

So yeah, you get it a lot.

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Please Stay! Hawks x Fem!reader fanfic

Here's the new update! I'm sorry for taking so long. I also apologize for any grammatical and typographical error. I'm writing this at 11pm and I should already be sleeping, but my brain won't let me sleep in peace unless I write this part. 😓😓😓😓

Thank you again for liking my story and reblogging it.

I hope you like and enjoy this new chapter.

WARNING:

This chapter may include spoiler from the movie My Hero Academia: Two Heroes.

For those who haven't seen the movie yet, go watch it and I apologize for the spoiler.

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Part 22

Masterlist

Keigo:

"I see. So, that's how it is."

Immediately after knowing your location, Keigo flew to where you were and perched on top of a nearby tree that perfectly hides him from the guards but still gives him a good view of the whole estate especially of your bedroom window.

The sun had already set and he could almost make out your silhouette in the dark room sitting on the bed facing the window.

With his eyes still focused on your shadowed figure, he made a quick phone call to his assistant.

Keigo:

"Rina-chan, send the sidekicks to the house. Tell them to do some 'clean-up'."

Rina:

"On it."

She responded to the order before Keigo dropped the call.

Earlier that evening, while you were in the dining room with the Unubore's, he deployed a feather to infiltrate the mansion and was able to pick up the conversation that you've had. To think that these people would subject you to this kind of situation angered him.

Keigo flew down to where his team were hiding behind trees and bushes, among them was your bestfriend of course.

Keigo:

"Let's go."

His team: "Yes, sir!"

They responded in unison as they made their way to save you.

Back at the mansion.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed when a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

The maid from earlier was standing in the now open door way.

Maid: "Miss, the Masters have requested your presence. Please follow me."

She exited the room without waiting for you.

'What is up with this person? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Her 'Masters'  also seems to have a few screws loose.'

You sighed, pushed yourself off the bed and followed the maid.

She led you down the same corridor toward the dining room, but apparently, they're waiting for you at a different room as you saw the maid pass by the large door of the dining area.

You wanted to ask her where she's taking you but chose not to. You weren't so sure if she'd tell since she seems a little bit shady. So, you just followed quietly.

The mansion was definitely huge when you noticed that you've already turned at the 4th corner now.

'Where the heck is she taking me?'

You were starting to get nervous as to where you were heading and what awaits you.

The maid finally stopped and stood beside a door.

Maid: "Right this way, miss."

She announced before opening the door.

What you saw definitely gave you the creeps. The door didn't lead to a room but a staircase that seemed to lead to an underground facility or dungeon. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if there really was a dungeon there.

The maid began to descend the stairs and you cautiously followed behind her, staying alert incase something jumps out at you.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you can see that it led to a dingy narrow passageway.

The drab and gloomy atmosphere of the passageway made you almost activate your quirk, however, the slight sting on your neck reminded you that it would not be a good idea unless you wanted to get electrocuted.

'Sh*t! If only I didn't have this freaking necklace on.'

You cursed in your head but still kept your guard up. You continued down the passage for a few more minutes until the maid turned left.

'Sigh, finally.'

You sighed in relief but to your dismay the corner didn't reveal a door or anything of the sort but another passage that showed another corner ahead.

A few more right and left turns you've finally arrived to where these "Masters" are waiting for you. In front of you was a massive, rusty-metal double doors that didn't have any handles which you surmised can only be opened from the inside.

The maid approached the door, knocked at it three times, and said something that you couldn't make out.

Maid:

"Tova e parolata."

It definitely wasn't japanese nor english because you couldn't understand what she said but you figured nonetheless that it was a password that every servant in the house knows.

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Btw, "Tova e parolata" just means "this is the password" in Bulgarian. 😁😁😁

Thanks you Google translate....😊

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As the metal-double doors open, you can see the two Unobore men standing among armed men in black suits that you've identified as the body guards and the same men who brought you to the mansion. He was speaking to them, as if giving them instructions. Among them, standing to their left, was a tall bulky man with long red hair who was wearing a mask, combat gear and a white coat. Behind him were four other men who were also armed, wearing masks and combat gear.

You recognized the man in the white coat immediately. He was the man who hijacked the I-Island Expo where you and your classmates went to during the summer of your first year.

"Wolfram?! What is he doing here?!"

If you think your situation wasn't bad enough, having Wolfram involved in whatever the Unobore plans to do is definitely a recipe for disaster.

The metal-double doors began to close rather automatically, though they look old and rusty, as you and the maid entered the room. The elder Unobore and Richii turned their attention to you, as you stepped inside, grinning arogantly.

Unobore Warui:

"Ah, there she is. The woman of the hour."

The maid stepped aside and Unobore Warui walked towards you with arms wide open, welcoming you. He seemed very happy to see you and it creeped you out, not that he was creepy to begin with.

He stood to your right side and put his hand on your back facing the group of men in the room. You flinched from the touch and tried to distance yourself from him. He did, however, noticed your reaction but didn't much of it. Instead he proceeded to say what he wanted to say.

Unobore Warui:

"I'm so glad that you came down here as soon as I called you. You really are an obedient child. I'm glad F/N discipline his adopted child."

As he said this, he removed his hand from your back and walked to Wolfram's side. The look of confusion on your face delighted him. He is really enjoying keeping you in the dark.

"Adopted?!"

"Is this man right in the head?! "

"Who does he mean by adopted?!"

His grin didn't leave his face as he continued to explain.

Unobore Warui:

"Oh my! It seems like you didn't know. But you heard me right, my dear. Dr. L/N isn't your real father because your real father is this man standing right next to me."

He said as if mocking you for being so ignorant, reveling at the shock and confusion that is resonating on your face.

"What is this man saying?!"

"Dad is not my real dad but Wolfram?!"

What is the meaning of all of this? First the engagement, now this? What else is there that your father hasn't told you? What other secrets does he have? And how can Wolfram be your real father?

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Best friends part 2

I am watching a suitable boy and I am soo hooked rn. Also everyone GO VOTE I am not even American, and I do think ya’ll should vote.

Part one of this was based on my relationship with my bestfriend. But, now I had to stray away from it lol.

Part one

George Weasley x Reader

You spent the summer working at your parent’s pub in London. George wanted you to work for them. But, you weren’t interested in those two being your boss. You did help out a lot, and you quickly became familiar with the quirks of the shop. You could spot a love sick girl looking for some love potion from a distance, and you knew what to get the parent’s looking for a birthday gift, that wasn’t going to bother the parents too much. “Fred you are running low on puking pastilles” you said, he went over to the bin where they usually were. “George is in the back making taffy. Go tell him to make more.” He said, you nod, walking over to the door in the back of the store. You knock on the door, and carefully open it. “I swear this isn’t FDA approved.” You said, he was stirring a cauldron over a gas pit. He chuckled. “Nobody is asking for licensing.” He said, you shake your head, taking the notebook of recipes. You pick up a clean cauldron, and start working on the puking pastilles. “Babe can you hand the wrappers?” George asked. He meant the taffy wrappers, you try to step on the stool. Of course they had to put the boxes out of your reach. “Careful, sugar” George said, when you went on the top of your shoe to reach up the cupboard. He put his hands on your hip to keep you from falling. “Want to get some dinner after this?” George asked. “Yeah we should get some egg rolls. Fred loves eggrolls” You said, stepping off the stool. George scratched the back of his neck with his hand. “I meant the two of us,darling” he said, you look at him for a second. Darling… he never called you that. He only ever called you names he swore were cringey. You nod. “Yeah sure” you said, you decide it was nothing, just your head playing mind tricks. 

To say you were having just the slightest bit of feelings for George was a lie. You had loads of feelings for George all friendly. But, this whole skit the two of you did about getting married was messing with your head. Because you kept imaging if this was something you really did want. If you were going to be honest with all the fear of Voldemort returning, and all the heartache the Weasley’s endured when Arthur was hospitalized a relationship was probably the last thing on George’s mind especially with the start up of the store. This was the first season open when all the school kids would be coming in. Of course you could still order them to be delivered to Hogwarts, at least after Umbridge was gone. Harry taught you a lot of protection spells, that you taught first years so there wouldn’t be a too big of a load of students to teach for him. Hermione, and Neville helped too. The two of you walked through the streets towards a restaurant. You liked wizard restaurants more than muggle ones, they had better service. Food would just appear on your plate, and it would also be cleaned up in a jiffy. But, the eggrolls of this muggle restaurant were just the best.  “Look,” George said, when the two of you walked past a muggle jewellry store. In the window were necklaces, rings and golden watches. “You should get a watch sometime. You always forget what time to meet me.” you smiled. He looked at the various pieces of jewelry. “This one is just you.” he said, pointing at the ring that had the precise cut, color, and shape of something you’d wear. “I love it.” you said, the ring just sat there in the window. “Come on we should get going.” you said, pulling him by his hand.

The two of you just ordered,egg rolls with some side dishes. “I should get you a ring. It is a shame to tell Alfie and Ophelia that you had to wait years because of the store.” he said, you laugh at him. “George. I love our banter. But, I need you to do a reality check.” you mumble. Before taking a sip from your drink. You wished he didn’t hear you, yet you needed to say it. “What reality?” he asked, he took the napkin, and put it over his lap. “I mean that us talking about getting married is messing with my head.” you said: “It makes me think there really will be red haired babies, George.” you put down your glass, and stare at George. He had a frown on his face. “Will there not be? I mean I know your hair color isn’t that dominant so likely they’ll have red hair.” he said, you give him the look when he is being an idiot. He knew what it meant. Shut up. “We aren’t dating, George.” you said, he shook his head with a laugh. “I knew I was forgetting something,” he joked. You glare at him. You weren’t interested in him being an idiot. You needed some answers, though you couldn’t help but laugh a little. The waitress came with your food, she puts down the plates, and you thank her. “If you want to break up with me. No hard feelings, except for my heart. It will be in a thousand pieces.” he said, he looked serious this time. Except for  the corners of his mouth which were curled in a laugh. You shake your head, and laugh, he was messing with you, and you were being silly. You change the topic quickly, and tell George you needed to take some egg rolls with you for Fred. 

The two of you were walking back to the apartment, George took your hand in his, you were holding the bag of take away in your other hand. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. After the comfortable silence, you stop in your steps, too tired of this game.He looks at you waiting, for you to say something.  “I love you, stupid.” you said, stepping forward, pressing your lips against his as your hands are on the sides of his face, to pull him towards you. He didn’t waste much time responding to the kiss. 

Life doesn’t work the way you plan it. Because if it did, Fred would still be alive. He would be laughing at the fact what the two of you became, two puke covered parents to adorable babies, and to be fair George was struggling everyday with the death of his twin brother. There had been times where you thought he never would be the same again. No one in the entire world felt his pain. Fred didn’t get to see the wedding day, or the day that he became an uncle. “Y/n” George said, holding Ophelia in his arms. He had been struggling with dressing Ophelia. Because he never knew how to put on the dress. You take Ophelia from his arms, placing her on the bed, and buttoning the dress. “I have to go to work.” George said, placing a kiss on your cheek, and when you picked Ophelia up, he placed a kiss on her cheek. The sound of crying came from the other room, and of course Alfie woke up. “Oh Alfie Frederick Weasley what am I to do with you?” you said, picking up your baby boy. He was a fussy little boy, only if he was in his crib. He loved to be in someone’s arms, and he would be a content little baby when he was. The likelihood of the two of having twins was apparently big, no need to skip a generation because your mother has a twin sister, fraternal though, and polar opposites. You hold Alfie in your arms, and he stopped being fussy quickly. While you held Ophelia in your other arm. You didn’t get much done if the two of them were fussy. You were waiting by the door for George to  go to work. You were entertaining the babies with a lullaby. When you look up to see George standing in the kitchen’s doorpost just looking. “What?” you ask. He shrugged. “I was just wondering if you thought I was still joking.” he said, referring to the times he talked about the future and you didn’t believe him. “Oh bugger off, Weasley.” you laugh. 

You took the babies to the burrow that afternoon. It wasn’t planned but Molly loved the twins. You step out of the chimney, you always have the babies in a wrap around your chest. One on your back and one on the front to make sure you wouldn’t lose them during the trip. “Oh my dears.” Molly greeted. She was sitting on the couch knitting. You handed Alfie, who’s hair was a dark shade of ginger, wasn't much like his grandmother’s  and you held Ophelia to your chest while drinking the cup of tea Molly gave you. You visited Molly too often, you knew that. But, Fleur didn’t need help with Victoire, and Ginny and Harry didn’t rely on Molly for help with James. “If we visit too much you’ll say so?” you ask her. She nods. “Nonesens, I miss having children around.” she answered. You gave her a smile. You felt your daughter drool over your shoulder. “George coming tonight?” Molly asked, and you realised you forgot to put a note out for George. “I should give him a call.” you said, Molly laughed. You called the phone in the shop, Ophelia was asleep, you held her in your arms. “Weasley’s Wizards and Wheezes, how can I help you?” you heard your husband say. You chuckle a bit. “With me, we are at your parents house. Will you come here after work?” you ask him. Ophelia made a content little sound, small bubbles from the milk were on her lips. You try to wipe them away. He chuckles. “Yes, I’ll be there, darling.” he said, you heard Alfie cry, Molly must’ve put him down in the crib. “our son is crying.” you said: “I should go.” you hear him laugh. “Love you.” he said, hanging up the phone.

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Back rubs and late night confessions

Hello everyone! So this is my first official blurb so I hope you all enjoy it!! 

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“What? Does that feel good?” “I’ve had a rough day, and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with”

Summary: Y/n’s had a long day and just needs some cuddles and a back rub from her bestfriend.

Warning: Bestfriend!Harry, smut, explicit language, alcohol 

Word count: 2.8K

Y/n’s had a long day. After having to deal with many bitchy coworkers, tripping over a cord, and many more small things that added on to her already shitty day,all she needed was some wine, and some cuddles from her best friend. 

After turning on her car, and screaming into her steering wheel out of frustration, she pulls her phone out, unlocking it and calling the person she needed to see the most.

“‘Lo, love.” She visibly feels the stress of the day start to melt away at the sound of his voice. Harry is the only person that could turn the worst day around and make you forget all about it as he tells you a lame joke with his dimples appearing when he laughs at his own joke.

“Hi H, I’ve had a rough day, and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with ” 

Her voice is light, sounding defeated.He has been gone for too long and recently got back, and since then they have only been able to hangout twice due to their hectic schedules. So she misses him more than usual and really needs some Harry time.

She hears him chuckle lightly and some rustling before he speaks up again.

“I’ll have the drinks and snacks waiting for you.” She smiles widely, already feeling a million times better and excited for her night with Harry.

“I’ll be there soon! Love you, bubs.” Harry smiles on the other end of the line. His eyes light up when she tells him she loves him. His imagination wandered to different scenarios of her saying those three words.

“Love you too. Drive safe, darling.” She hangs up, smiling from ear to ear, those three words having the same affect on her. She knows it’s wrong. Harry’s her best friend. But she knows first hand how hard it is to not love the tall and talented green eyed man. 

She quickly leaves the parking lot, driving to Harry’s house as quickly, and safely, as she can. She already knows he has her favorite sweatshirt of his in the dryer, along with some clothes for her, so that way they would be warm when she arrives. It’s one of her favorite things that he does because he knows she hates being cold. 

She hops out of her car after shutting it off and parking it, quickly making her way into Harry’s home. She takes a deep breath when she enters, Harry’s house smelling like home. Once her shoes were off,and her keys were in his key bowl next to his, she made her way up into Harry’s room, not seeing him downstairs. 

She walks into his room and sees him pulling her favorite hoodie, a pair of her favorite fuzzy socks he bought just for her, one of his shirts, and a pair of boxers, from the laundry basket, neatly placing them on the bed for her. Once it was all set on the bed and she stopped staring at him with love in her eyes she ran over to his bed, jumping on it and sighing.  

“Fucking Christ Y/N! Nearly gave me a damn heart attack.” His hand clutches his heart as he speaks, laughing lightly and smiling at her as she giggles at him. “Yeh think that’s funny? Nearly killin’ me?” She shakes her head, laughing harder at his dramatics. He smirks when an idea pops in his head, her laughs coming to a stop when she sees the look on his face. Then suddenly he lands on top of her. She lets out a loud “oof” when he lands on her.

“You’re crushing me, yeh knobhead!” She giggles as he begins to tickle her sides. He chuckles into her neck, his curls tickling her skin. “Harry! ‘M gonna pee! Stop it!” 

“Always knew you were a bedwetter.”She scoffs and goes to retaliate but he moves to hover over her, speaking before she can get the chance to quip back with a smart remark. “I ordered pizza, have a load of snacks we can binge on all night, your favorite wine, and our movie is waiting for you downstairs once you shower and change.” She swears her heart bursts. He does this often. Always knowing exactly what she needs, sometimes before she even knows herself. He’s so unbelievably kind and so caring she often wonders how she got so lucky with a best friend like him. He always makes sure she is taking care of herself and is taken care of. She feels like a princess around him. 

“You got me pizza!” Her face lights up and it makes Harry smile even harder. 

“Yep, from our favorite place too.” She loops her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. 

“Thank you so much, H. You don’t know how much I love and appreciate you.” She could almost cry she’s so happy. Harry coos at her when he hears her sniffle.

“Don’t cry, pet. Yeh know how much I love yeh. I’d do anything fo’yeh. No go shower, yer  stinkin’ up the house.” Her mouth falls open as she playfully gets offended. He gets off of her to let her get up and she swat his bum as she scurries past him making him gasp and watch as she giggles and hurries to the bathroom so he can’t get her. 

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“So you’re telling me that some dickhead ate your lunch, and it even had your name on it and they didn’t even say sorry?” Harry questions with raised eyebrows. Y/n moves her wine glass to his coffee table after finishing it before looking back up at Harry.

“Yes! Isn’t that ridiculous! This is the third bloody time this month and we aren’t even halfway through this month! I have no clue who it is. I bet it’s Sarah. Bloody cunt can’t keep her hands off of what isn’t hers!” She exclaims, remembering her delicious lasagna that got eaten by some asshole at work. 

“Sarah’s the one that got caught cheating on Michael with Jacbson right?” He questions, interested in her work drama, but more interested in how fired up she gets. 

“Yes! And rumor has it she is now cheating on Jacbson! Isn’t that ridiculous!?” Harry chuckles and shakes his head, drinking his wine. 

After her shower she went downstairs and found Harry walking in with the pizza in his hands. Their favorite movies title screen on the telly, snacks on the coffee table for later, and two wine glasses along with her favorite wine waiting for her and Harry next to the snacks.

The movie was long forgotten as conversation quickly picked up between the two as they ate. Harry telling her stories from when he was gone, and her doing the same. When the movie ended Y/n got up and put on one of her favorite records of Harry’s , Etta James ‘ A Sunday Kind of Love’ filling the room as they go back to conversing.

“H, can you give me a back rub, pleassseeeee.” She smiles up at him and gives him her best puppy dog eyes while batting her lashes. She knows he can’t so no to her, especially when she pulls ‘the face’, as he calls it. He dramatically huffs and rolls his eyes.

“I guess, princess.” She cheers before moving to lay down on the large couch, Harry watching as she takes off her shirt before laying down, waiting for him. He lets his eyes trail her figure, mesmerized by every dip, curve, and mark on her beautiful body. He quickly snaps himself out of it, scolding himself and blaming it on the wine before moving to start rubbing her back. She groans when he rubs her shoulder, feeling a large knot there. 

“What? Does that feel good? ” He questions through a chuckle as his hands work wanders on her back. Her eyes flutter before she hums in reply.

“I haven’t had a back rub in so long. I think I should hire a masseuse.” She chuckles before moaning when he rubs out another knot. Harry glances down at his pants, shaking his head at his friend that wants to make an appearance. “Maybe I should hire you.” He chuckles and continues rubbing her back. Once he is done getting the knots out he moves to peek at her face, noticing how her breathing evened out and her eyes are shut. So he begins to draw random things on her back. First it was a few random shapes, then some of his favorite lyrics. Once he was positive she was asleep he began to trace three words on her back. 

But she isn’t asleep. She has been silently trying to figure out what he has been writing on her back, figuring out most of the lyrics he traced on her back. When she feels him writing something new it takes her a minute to figure out what he is writing, but she quickly figures out. She almost chokes on her breath, trying her hardest not to tense up or move. Sure, they say they love each other, but they both know he isn’t writing those words on her back in a friendly way. She could almost cry, now knowing he feels the same way about her as she does him. 

“Hey H,” He jumps lightly at the sound of her tired voice. He thought she had been asleep for a good twenty minutes, but she wasn’t. “I love you, too.” His breath gets caught in his throat. He hid his feelings for so long, thinking there was no way she liked him the way he liked her. He was only her best friend to her, there is no way she could feel the same as him. But he was mistaken.

She rolls over to her back, looking up at him with a small smile on her lips and glossy eyes. He moves to hover over her slowly, his eyes still wide, looking awestruck with his mouth open slightly. His cross necklace dangles over her. She grabs it and messes with it nervously, tracing the outside with the pad of her thumb. 

“I-You love me? Like not in a friendly way? You actually-” She cuts him off by pulling on his necklace so he comes close to her and she presses a kiss on his lips. They both inhale through their noses sharply when their lips meet, their eyes fluttering closed as they have their first kiss. Their lips mold together perfectly as they melt into the kiss. Her lips taste like red wine and Harry swears he could kiss them for hours.

Harry pulls back, both of them looking into each other's eyes as they catch their breath. Both of their lips are slightly swollen and redder from the long kiss. Her cheeks go red and she gives him a dreary smile. 

“I love you, so damn much.” Both of them smile widely, his head dipping down to pepper kisses all over her neck as she giggles. He trails kisses from her neck, to under her jaw, to her cheek, then finally her lips, but this time, more harshly and needy. Her hands get tangled in his hair and he moves his hips down further by hers, she gasps when she feels him brush over her. He pulls back and shakes his head, looking down at her. “Why did it take us so long to do this?” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t know, but let’s not waste anymore time.” He chuckles as she pulls him back down for another kiss. His hand moves to trace up her body. She shivers when his finger comes in contact with her bare skin. “H?” She questions breathlessly as Harry makes a deep purple mark on her neck. He hum in response before pulling away from her neck and moving to look into her eyes. 

“‘S everythin’ ok, darling?” She moves her hands to rest on the sides of his face, laughing breathlessly. 

“Yes, it’s more than ok.” His worry visibly fades, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I just think, we should,” she toys with the collar of his shirt in nervousness. But Harry catches on, smirking at her. 

“Words, Princess.” Her cheeks fade to a deeper red, her actions stopping and her gaze moving to his eyes. 

“I want you to fuck me Harry.” His eyes grow impossibly darker at her words and he quickly moves, picking her up off the couch and moving quickly to his bedroom. She giggles as he holds her up by the back of her thigh and her arms are pooped around her neck. She laughs even harder when Harry stubs his town on the side of his bed and almost falls, but luckily, they somehow land on the bed  

“Stop laughing at me! This is supposed to be romantic.” He tries to sound upset, but fails when his dimples finally show and his laugh rings through the air with hers. But her laugh stops when Harry quickly pulls her shorts down and kisses her clothed center. She gasps and arches her back a little, eager for more. 

Harry pulls her underwear down slowly, trailing kisses up her thigh as he discards her underwear behind him. She gasps again when he finally kisses where she needs him. Her hand flies to his hair and she pulls harshly with every movement of his tongue, making him groan against. When he slips his middle finger in her she pulls him up, reconnecting their lips as she tugs at his pants. He starts to nip at her neck before leaving purple marks all over her smooth skin. He moans into her neck when she wraps her hand around him, his fingers curling in her at the same time and repeatedly hitting the spot inside her that has her a mess under him

“N-fuck-Need you. Fuck you feel so good.” He grunts out, his thumb rubbing her clit and making her legs shake. 

“Take me, please, H.” In response he connects their lips, getting rid of his shirt and kicking of his pants the rest of the way. He slides his hands under her thighs and picks her up, surprising y/n as she gasps slightly at the unexpected change. He carries her up to his room, laying her on the bed gently. She arches her back when his hands move to unclasp her bra, the final piece of clothing that stands between them.

The moon shines through the large window in his room, lighting up the room just enough for them to see each other. Harry lifts his head up, both of them catching their breaths for a minute.

“Are yeh sure, love?” He checks, not wanting her to regret this and hoping that her feelings hadn’t changed.

“‘M sure, hundred percent.” Harry smiles at her briefly before reattaching their lips as he sinks into her slowly. She hisses when he is in fully, a burning and stretching feeling coursing through her lower region. “Please move, ‘m ok.” He nods and starts to move his hips slowly, checking up on her as she feels the pain turn into pleasure. Moans slip through their mouths as his pace picks up, her nails scratching down his back and her legs wrapping around his waist as he easily finds the spongy spot in her.

“Fuck, so tight around me.” He hisses and her moans get louder as he encourages her to release. Once she hits her climax he follows. His thrusts slow and when she flutters around him once more he comes undone. 

He collapses on her chest, leaving one more kiss on her breasts before pulling out and crashing beside her. Their chests heave up and down as they catch their breaths.

“Oh fuck, we really just did that.” She whispers, giggling slightly when he chuckles quietly next to her. He pulls her into his chest with his arm, nibbling on her earlobe before replying.

“And I quite enjoyed it.” She smiles lazily as he massages the top of her thigh, feeling only pure bliss. And she is confident that if she had to relive a moment, it would be this one. Both of them spent, their bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the smell of sex in the air. “I love you.” He mumbles against her neck.

“And I love you.” She feels him smile against her as they both drift off to sleep. Both of them so sure their heart has never felt so full of love.

[steveng-rogers]

Hostie and Wine PRIEST AU(happygowriting kinktober day 1=Food Kink )

Pairings: Stucky(StevexBucky), Dandy(DaytonxAndy), slight Ducky(DaytonxBucky) Dark-ish!Steve and Andy. College boys Bucky and Dayton. 

Rating: M+ (to be clear that is Mature, meaning if you’re under the age of 18 DO NOT READ or INTERACT)

Word Count:  4,143 

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ ONLY. M/M. Heavy blasphemy kink. Food kink. Restraints, gagging(not too heavy). Dirty talk, mild degrading. Alcohol. Demonic chants(not too weird, translation will be at the end of the fic) the real warning is the bad Latin. Blowjobs, hand jobs, anal sex, male giving and receiving. Praise kink. (If there are any thats not listed and you think I should list, let me know)

Summary: Harmless fun for Bucky and Dayton turns into a fantasy filled night with the help of father Steve and Father Andy. 

A/N:  I used CPDV(Catholic Public Domain Version) translation of the Bible because it’s easier to understand. I don’t know any Latin, so what you find here is google translated. Don’t repost this anywhere unless you have asked me for permission. I worked very hard on this :) thankyou for curtisbb for proof reading this and happygowriting for providing this awesome prompts. 

    Morning Sunday mass, early, boring, and so hard to pay attention to. It’s 

their day off and if it were any other colleges, they would be in bed and do

 whatever they desired. But being in a Catholic private college means they live

 under a strict rule of Catholicism and their many masses and some might say

 “rituals”. 

    Dayton White and Bucky Barnes are now sitting on the third row from the 

altar. Not stiff enough to sit on the very first row and not rebellious enough to

 sit in the back row like those hooligans. Plus they have enough heads to keep

 them from getting in trouble from talking to each other and from here they 

have enough distance between those heads to steal glances at their new

 priests. That is exactly their topic of whispers for almost three weeks now. 

    They look at each other, giving each other the “eyes” when the Bishop is 

trying to use slang or use any remarks to be funny. 

    “In our reading today we learned that Jesus was brought out by the spirit to

 be tempted by Satan. Now as you all know Jesus was or rather still is the OP

 (Over Powered)  man and God. He refused to be tempted you see..”

    Dayton rolled his eyes, really OP? “What is this? A video game convention?”

 Bucky laughs quietly at Dayton’s comment, making sure to bow his head so it’ll

 look like he’s coughing or something. Dayton smirks and pat Bucky’s back to

 make it more convincing to others that are watching. The angels and the

 heavens are not the only ones who've been watching the two, there are two

 pairs of glistening blues who already set their eyes on them. They know their 

ticks and their subtle coded movements. 

    Dayton felt the burns of their stare and because he is Dayton White he

 dares to look at the two priests. Father Andrew Barber holds up a finger to his

 lips, ever so subtle and quick to tell him to “hush” and Father Steve Rogers on

 the other side of him, just raised his eyebrows at the younger men. Dayton

 nudges Bucky’s elbow and points with his chin to them. He looks up, a little too

 quickly and finds Father Steve already looking at him. They look away and

 back to the Bishop. Both of the young men feel the cold shiver running down 

their spines, making them clutch the matte black blazer of their school’s 

uniform tighter around their body. Something is amidst. Something dark.  

    “And just like Jesus said in Matthew 4 verse 7, you can say to Satan that

 they cannot tempt you for you are a child of God and your faith will save you.” 

    When the time of the communion came, their favorite part. They wait for

 their turn and go in line to receive their hostie and wine. The body and the

 blood of Jesus. 

    Father Andrew holds out the white, round hostie and Dayton submissively

 opens his mouth to receive it. And father Andrew places the hostie in Dayton’s

 mouth and gives a light pressure on his thumb as it reaches the top of

 Dayton’s tongue. Bucky on the other hand is on his way to receive the wine

 from none other than Father Steve. Father Steve extends the gold chalice to

 Bucky and Bucky couldn’t help but to lick his lips. The wine is not the one he

 had in mind to satiate his thirst and father Steve saw that in his eyes. So he

 tips the chalice to Bucky’s mouth, his index finger brushes lightly against

 Bucky’s lips as it was so strategically placed on the outline of the chalice by

 father Steve. 

    No one noticed when these exchanges happened, for they are subtle and

 very easy to miss. But for the four of them, it leaves them breathless and

 wanting more, so much more. 

    Long after the mass was done and dinner was served, Bucky and Dayton

 decided to lounge around their common room. Dayton is sitting on the sofa,

 close to the window, catching up on some assigned reading and Bucky is

 sitting close to the fireplace finishing up his essay. After hours, both boys grew

 bored. Their minds start to idle and they can’t seem to concentrate on their

 task. And the saying goes, “An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.” Usually 

Dayton is the one who would come up with things to do, but today Bucky came

 up with something. Rather devilish. 

    “Dayton.” Bucky closes his laptop and sits towards his bestfriend, a playful 

grin on his face.

    “What is it?” Dayton looks up from his book and raises his eyebrows at him,

 clearly interested. 

    “You know when the priests and church staff go to sleep right?”

    “Yeah, around 9 oclock. Why?”

    “What do you say we steal some hostie and raid the wine cellar?” Bucky

 suggested and Dayton just shakes his head, impressed at how reckless Bucky

 is being right now. 

    “No and you know why.”

    Bucky stood and went over to Dayton. “They’re not yet blessed, so we'd only

 be guilty of stealing. Plus the confession room opens tomorrow and you know 

who is going to be there.” Dayton thought about being alone in the room with 

father Andrew and he’s sold. 

   “Okay fine, you got me. If we get caught, you’re taking the blame.”

    “Alright so you’re calling cauliflower?” Bucky said their code word and

 Dayton gave him a nod. The plan is locked and loaded. 

     Around nine oclock, the two best friends waited until the light on their hal

l was dimmed. Then Bucky leads them to a room where the unblessed hostie

 are made. Dayton waited outside while Bucky went in to snatch some bags of 

hostie, sure they tasted like nothing but when you’re tempted the devil will help

 you indulge. 

    Then out of the corner of his eyes, Dayton saw two figures walking towards

 where he is at. It was so dark and Dayton can only see dark shadows and by

 God, if these are ghosts he’s gonna make a run for it. Then as they walk

 closer, Dayton can make up the outline of a face and oh. Oh. He knows that 

beard, those broad shoulders, and the cross necklaces. It’s the twin priests.

 They were too busy arguing quietly until father Andrew saw him and father 

Steve followed his gaze. 

    “Mister White? What are you doing out so late?” Father Andrew raises his

 eyebrows in question and Dayton can feel his palms getting clammy. 

    “And where is mister Barnes? You two are usually together, are you not?” 

Father Steve asked as he looked around for Bucky. Dayton smiles nervously 

and reminds himself to be calm.

    “Oh well, Barnes and I are looking for uh..” He trails off as he hears Bucky’s 

footsteps getting closer to the door. “Cauliflower!” Dayton exclaimed, loud 

enough for Bucky to hear and the footsteps stopped abruptly. 

    “Cauliflower?” Father Steve and Father Andrew look at each other and back

 at Dayton. 

    “For what?” Dayton cursed in his heart, damn it. “For a project that we’re 

working on.”

    “Well, I better not find you in the confession booth tomorrow confessing

 about this lie. Or they will be severe punishments.” Father Andrew 

emphasized on the word punishment and that sends chills throughout Dayton’s

 body. 

    “Yes, father.” With that the two priests left him there and once they’re out of 

sight, Dayton exhales and knocks on the door for Bucky to come out. “Oh my

 god, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Bucky laughs with the bag of hostie in

 his hands. “Shut up, we almost got caught.” Bucky grins and throws one of the

 bags at Dayton. “But we didn't, so come on. One more stop.” 

    Dayton went inside the wine cellar this time and Bucky was outside, to look

 out for them. Once they got the goods, they head back to their dorm room 

completely unaware that they’ve been followed. 

    The clock strikes midnight and the two boys are enjoying their wine and 

hostie in their dorm room. They’ve spiked the wine with vodka, a gift from their

 Russian friend Pietro. They’re a giggling mess, the slight buzz was a nice 

feeling, and the tasteless hostie somehow is sweeter in their mouths. 

    At exactly 12:12 am, the door opened and the boys were met with large 

figures standing on the door. “You didn’t lock the fucking door Barnes.” Dayton

 glares at Bucky, who is now looking up at father Steve. “I’m sorry..” 

    “What do we have here?” Father Steve crouches down and grabs the 

opened bag of hostie from Bucky’s hand. 

    “This doesn’t look like a cauliflower, does it?” Father Andrew asked as he 

inhaled the tip of the wine bottle. 

    Bucky and Dayton weren't sure on what to do other than to look up to the 

two men. “But you knew that Dayton and Bucky?” Father Andrew looked into 

their eyes. Both boys look down, shame burns the words out of their mouths. 

    “Come on, you two are smart right? Use your words.” Father Steve edge on.

 But they can’t even whisper a word out. “Get up both of you.” Dayton can feel

 his legs wobbles as he slowly stood. Bucky was not much better because he’s

 still on the ground. 

    “Bucky.” Father Steve warns and Bucky immediately stands. “We can expel 

the both of you for this. Do you want that?” Father Steve said, tilting Bucky’s

 chin up to look at him. Both boys shake their heads. “Didn’t I say use your 

words?” He warned them, annoyance laced his tone. “N-no father.” Bucky 

managed to stammer out. 

    “Please we’ll do anything to not get expelled.” Dayton finally spoke. “Hm 

anything?” Father Andrew hums as he locks the door behind him. “Yes, father 

Andrew anything.” He stalks over and stands in front of Dayton. “Call me 

Andy.” Dayton swallows the lump on his throat and nods. The older men

 exchange a knowing look to each other and when they turn their heads to the 

boys, the pupils in their eyes grow dark. The younger boys gasp, prickles of

 arousal dance down their bodies as the men extend their hands out to them. 

    Steve snakes his arm around Bucky’s waist and Bucky voluntarily steps 

closer to him, pressing their bodies together. Andy runs his index finger down

 Dayton’s jawline slowly, eyes following Dayton’s lips. 

    “Kiss me.” They whisper to the boys with their lips so temptingly close to 

them. 

    Bucky and Dayton close their eyes and kiss them. Dayton almost whimpers 

when Andy returns his kiss, so demanding his kiss was. He kissed Dayton so 

deeply, almost as if he wanted a taste of the wine he’d been drinking. 

    Bucky inhales deeply when Steve kisses him back, so soft as if he is to savor

 Bucky’s lips with his. He wraps his arms around Steve’s shoulder, one hand 

running through his golden locks and he tugs as Steve bites down on his lips. 

That earned Steve a hopeless moan from Bucky. 

    Andy backs Dayton to his bed. His lips find its ways to Dayton’s neck as he 

pushes him down to his bed. “Been wanting to taste you. Ever since you lick 

my finger on our first communion. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” 

Andy whispers with his thumb brushing against Dayton’s lower lips and he bites

 down on his thumb teasingly. “ ‘course I do father, had to lay my claim on you.”

 Andy chuckles, dark and deep as he tugs Dayton’s white button down off. 

    Steve has Bucky’s legs wrapped around his waist as they kiss hungrily.

 When Bucky lays down on the bed and looks up, Steve’s black button down

 was already half opened thanks to Bucky’s wandering hands. Steve ripped his

 shirt open and maybe it’s the alcohol, but Bucky lost it as he looked up, seeing 

Steve’s bare chest and the little sun tattoo just underneath his left collar bone.

 He groans and moans out, “Daddy.” Steve smirks down at him. “Oh? You’re 

daddy’s boy huh?” Bucky’s face flushed red, pupils blown darker than the new

 moon. “Hm.” And he nods. Steve huffs, hand palming Bucky’s crotch “Use your

 words Bucky.” He gasps out, “Yes! I’m daddy’s boy.” 

    Andy pulls down Dayton’s pants along with his red briefs, then he starts to 

stroke his length drawing sweet little noises from him. “You’re already

 throbbing baby. What happens if I put my mouth on you hm? Are you gonna 

cum right away like a horny teenager?” Dayton groans in protest. Sure he had 

been deprived of this kind of fun, but that doesn’t mean he and Bucky hadn’t 

fooled around or that he was an inexperienced virgin. “Why don’t you find out

 mister Barber? Put your mouth around me and I’ll prove to you how 

‘inexperience’ I am?” Dayton smirks, he can see a flash of anger on Andy’s

 dark eyes. “You think you’re in charge here? Oh I don’t think so.  I am and 

you’ll do as I say.” Andy pulls his belt off his waist and runs the metallic tip on 

Dayton’s bare chest, making him tremble. “I told you there is going to be a 

severe punishment if I caught you and here we are.” 

    Bucky was bare as the day he was born, a quivering, and a flushed little 

thing Steve thought. “Play with yourself sweetheart, imagine it was me just like 

you’ve been confessing in the booth.” Bucky bites down on his bottom lips,

 trying to contain his moans as he slides his hand up and down his own cock. 

Steve grabs the bottle of wine and takes a huge swig out of it, palming himself 

as he watches Bucky play with himself. “Don’t bother being quiet, come on let

 daddy hear how good you sound .” Bucky’s toes curl as he moans out Steve’s

 name. “O-ohhh S..S-Steve, daddy please touch me, touch me.” Steve takes 

another swig of the wine, then he leans down to kiss Bucky, filling his mouth 

with the red liquid. “Good boy, keep going. Keep touching that pretty thing. 

Make daddy proud.” Bucky is a sucker for praises and Steve amplified that, 

with his husky and soft voice and Steve, he goddamn knows it. 

    Dayton’s hand is now all tied up to the upper railing on his bed, his fingers 

bare down on his palm, making his knuckles white as Andy toys around with 

his nipples. “Don’t you make a fucking sound. Or I’ll edge you and make you

 watch your best friend get fucked like you wanted while you’re here,

 pathetically begging for me to make you cum.” Andy sits up and takes his 

black button down off him, showing off the little moon tattoo under his left collar

 bone and that makes Dayton’s mouth water at the thought of having his mouth

 all over that tattoo. “Maybe I like to be edge Andy, won’t be the first time I 

watched my best friend get his way.” Now that was a mistake and Dayton was 

too late to pull back. Andy fished out his white, clergy collar, and enfold it

 around Dayton’s jaw, muffling his mouth. The priest breaks down the hostie 

into smaller pieces, placing it down Dayton’s chest to his happy trail where the

 skin glistens with Dayton’s precum. “I want you to remember that verse from

 Luke 22nd, about the last supper. Recite it, the last of verse 19.” Andy pulls 

down the collar just a little so Dayton could talk. The younger man breathes 

heavily as he tries to remember it. “This is my body, which is given for y-you. 

Do this as a commemoration of me ohh...” Andy growls as he licks and eats

 the white pieces of hostie along Dayton’s body. “Good, good boy.” He coos

 softly, putting the collar back on to Dayton’s mouth. 

    Bucky almost came under Steve’s watch and of course, Steve being the 

sadist that he is pulls his hand away. Bucky whined, closing his legs to hide his

 painfully hard on from Steve. “No sweetheart, keep it wide open. I want you to

 recite the memory verse I have given you. Come on I’ll help you, Luke 22nd,

 the last of verse 20.” Bucky’s wine stained lips quiver as he struggles to

 ground himself, Steve is all but smiles and proud because he knows Bucky

 could do it. “This.. uhm chalice is the new covenant in my blood, which will be

 shed f..f-for you.” Steve opens up Bucky’s jaw and pour the remaining of the

 wine into his mouth. “Drink sweet boy and don’t waste a single drop.” Steve

 commands him and Bucky gulps it down like he was told to. Before Bucky 

could finish, Steve wraps his hand around Bucky’s neck and squeezes it, 

enough to make him gasp and then he kissed him like a starved man. His 

other hand, strokes Bucky’s cock making the younger man moan into their 

kiss. “Bucky, sweetheart. Cum on my hand. You deserve it, for being so fucking

 good to me.” He whispers as he licks the droplets of the red liquor along 

Bucky’s lips and like the command of God, Bucky moans out and came all over

 the priest’s hand. “Ah! Steve-oh god, da-daddy..ah.” Bucky’s whole body 

trembles as Steve strokes his cock some more. 

    Andy and Steve are prepared to have this moment with them, have been 

planning it for months, and it’s finally here. They came willingly, well one of 

them certainly did. They glances at each other as they grab the small pack of 

lube that they’ve brought with them. Once they’ve stripped themselves naked 

and on their knees above their chosen ones, the twins starts to chant 

something like prayers under their ragged breaths. 

            “Satanas Domino, per gratiam tuam

            Concede mihi precor te 

            Ut ad virtutis in 

            Mente consipere ac reddere 

            Quam ad facere cupio.” 

    Steve teases the rim of Bucky’s hole and he shudders, still sensitive from 

coming too hard. Steve hush him quietly as he slides his lube coated fingers 

into him. Stretching him open and getting him ready for him. “Barely put up a 

fight with me. Was I always the subject in your wet dreams Bucky? Those 

things you’ve confessed to me in that dark booth, all me huh?” Bucky thought 

he was being subtle, but the shame of getting caught shot arousal to his dick

 and he tightened around Steve’s digits. “Answer me.” Steve demands and

 Bucky whimpers out, “Yes, yes. ‘S all you Steve.” 

    Dayton is painfully hard, he wanted to protest, but his mouth is stuffed and

 not in the way that he likes. Andy chuckles darkly at his attempts and without

 warning he drips the cold liquid of the lube on Dayton’s red rim and that earns

 him a choked out moan from Dayton. “You’ve finally found your match? 

Somehow you know only I can make you like this, you came with me with your

 inappropriate comments thinking that I might blush and came again wishing

 that I do them to you.” Andy slides his digits in and made a scissoring motion 

inside him, Dayton bites down on the collar trying his hardest to be quiet. Andy

 adds to the torture as he licks and sucks on the top of Dayton’s cock. 

“Mmmph-Andy!..” 

    They toy and play around with the two for what feels like hours. They want 

them savored and teased like Satan did to Eve in the garden of Eden. 

    Steve strokes himself and with Bucky all ready for him, he slid inside him 

slowly. Bucky immediately tightened around him, feeling every veins on Steve’s

 cock. “F-fuck Steve.” He moans desperately, cock already twitching and 

wanting to cum again. “By God Bucky, don’t you cum before I tell you to.” Steve

 sets a slow pace until he’s all sheathed inside him. “Fuck. Oh yes, all hot and 

tight for me. All for me huh Bucky? Goin to fuck the sweet sin into you.” Bucky 

wraps his legs around Steve, hands on his back with his fingers clawing at the 

older man’s back. Steve’s words, his cock, and the way his hand squeezes his 

legs made Bucky desperate to let go, but he can’t it all feels so good and all he

 wanted is for Steve to have him like this for the rest of his days. “Daddy oh 

god, ngh- please fuck me, harder Oh!” Steve grabs the headboard and starts

 to fuck him slow and hard, making Bucky feel every inch of him. 

    Andy has Dayton’s legs on his shoulders as he keeps teasing him, sweeping

 the tip of his cock and slowly putting it inside Dayton but not quite fucking him. 

Dayton let out a frustrated, pushing his hips down to seek more of Andy. 

“Darling you’ve got to earn it, you know that don’t you?” Tears slipped down 

Dayton’s flush cheeks, he’s so unbelievably hard and he hasn’t cum in the last 

hour. He’s aching and desperate for Andy to just fuck the daylight out of him. 

Andy took the collar off Dayton’s mouth, wanting to listen to Dayton’s pleas 

more clearly. “Andy please, you’ve tortured me enough, ah-I can’t please.” 

Andy smiles devilishly, kissing Dayton’s wet cheeks. “Can’t what hm? Take it 

anymore?” Dayton nods, his walls finally crumbling down under Andy’s touch.

 “I love hearing you beg. That honeyed voice of yours darling.” Andy gave 

Dayton what he'd been pleading for and Dayton swore he saw the halo on top 

of Andy’s head as he felt the delicious stretch on his hole. Dayton’s hole 

swallows Andy’s dick almost all the way in and Dayton is already a whimpering 

mess under the priest. Andy pushed in some more till he bottoms out, making 

Dayton cry out in pleasure, “Jesus-ah! Andy, A-ah Andy.” The said man starts 

one unrelenting pace as he pressed Dayton’s legs up to his chest to fuck him 

deeper. “Sweet heavens, you felt better than I’d imagine. Look the way you

 take my cock. Like a good fucking whore.” 

    Steve fucked Bucky until he’s on his third orgasm, Bucky is all but a writhing,

 sweet thing under him and Steve hasn’t even come once, but he’s so 

goddamn close. Steve’s hand closed around the metal railing of the headboard

 as he moves his hips hard against him. “Steve, Steve oh daddy. Fuck, fuck. ‘S 

too much.” Bucky whined, high pitched and breathy and that edged Steve on

 even more. “Almost sweetheart, daddy’s gonna cum in you yeah? Fill up that 

sweet ass of yours and make you cum again.” Bucky clenches around Steve, 

making Steve bend the metal in his hand. He rams his hips harshly as he 

finally spills his seed inside Bucky and Bucky moans lewdly as his own cock 

twitch and he came for the fourth time. “Ouhh daddy. Steve hahh.” Steve holds

 Bucky close as he rides his high, his hand loosened around the metal and he

 moans deeply in Bucky’s ear. 

    Andy has Dayton on all fours, his reddened ass in the air and his face all 

flushed against the pillow. Andy spanks Dayton’s ass as he rails him from

 behind, making Dayton whined all high pitched into the pillow that he’s 

clutching. “Fucking Christ Dayton, darling look at you. All nice and fucked out.

 Want me to cum inside you hm? Fill you nice till all you can feel is me?” Andy 

whispered in Dayton’s ear with his deep voice that made Dayton shiver. “Yes,

 yes. Give it to me. Fill me up, fill me up -ah!” Andy rams that sweet spot of 

Dayton’s as his hand snakes down to pump his cock. “Cum Dayton, you’ve 

earned it. Be a sweet boy for me darling, make me fucking proud.” Dayton’s 

mouth falls open, but not a whisper of word comes; instead his ass clenches 

around Andy’s cock as his cock shoots out hot, white cum on the sheet 

beneath him. “Yes, there you go sweet boy. You’re my sweet boy, keep coming

 baby.” Andy gave a couple of hard thrusts till he came inside Dayton, his head 

falling upward like Cain did when he worshipped God. Andy growled deep and

hoarse as he filled Dayton up, Dayton hums sweetly as Andy leans down and 

kisses down his back. 

    The twin cleans their partners up with warm towels, making sure they’re 

going to be comfortable come morning. The clock strikes 3 am and the two 

priests quietly slip out of the dorm room. Their eyes gave out glints of red, a

 devilish smirk painted across their lips as they walked side by side. “Who 

would’ve thought?” Steve chuckles. “You know what he said,  fruits taste better 

when they’re forbidden.” Who would’ve thought that demons only prey on 

beautiful women? They prey on beautiful men too.

Translation of the Latin piece: Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do. 

[ichika27]

Another BokuHaka Post

I wasn’t gonna do this cause I decided to make one at the end of the series but the latest episode got to me bad.

They’re so cute~

Also... Hanadori has been a chuuni since he was a little kid?! And Tsukimiya was the reason he’s just... messed up in a way. It seems he, as Koyuki said it ‘brainwashed’ Hanadori from childhood. No wonder Hanadori kept listening to everything he says, they’ve known each other for practically forever!

Also, I guess this is the 2nd set of childhood friends in the show with Koyuki and Mogami being the other one.

Next half of the episode below cause this’ll be long.

Okay, I’ve mentioned it in the other post but Koyuki Seri is a nice person. I’ll probably rewatch the entire series (except for episode 2 because god, I hated that freaking episode) to get more screenies and such before elaborating on this but I just wanna say this cause this episode kinda proved that.

He was gonna go to a Christmas Party with 2 presents: one to join the exchange gift and the other is specifically for Sumiso whom he likes (as much as I hate to admit it as I’m a Hanadori x Koyuki shipper). He had a goal: to be able to give the present and confess his feelings.

Sadly, he’s got bad luck but it’s expected from a comedy anime protag. Before I say what those are, just leaving this here for later:

Mogami Kimikage wanted to give Koyuki a black Santa costume because black Santas punish naughty kids and he’s a masochist (I’m not even gonna sugarcoat this) who wants Koyuki to beat him up. I’d mention this again later.

Anyways, Koyuki runs off before Mogami sees him and meets Hibiki whose present for the party is ruined. The boy is crying at how he’d always have bad luck and that he was excited for the party only for this to happen. Seeing this, Koyuki gives him the present he was gonna use for the exchange gift so Hibiki could participate. He mentions having an ‘extra’ so Hibiki would accept.

Koyuki leaves thinking it’s fine since he can still give Sumiso his present for her. Then he sees Mogami’s sister, Suzuran, fallen on the snow and is probably cold. The girl was looking for Tsukimiya and didn’t wanna go home despite her situation so Koyuki gives her a scarf to make sure she’s okay before suddenly leaving. That scarf was his present to Sumiso. It was supposed to be.

He gave them up for 2 people even though it meant he fails his goal. (really wish I had pictures for all of this. Maybe next post...)

Having no present, he still wants to get to the party but gets stuck in snow. he was helped by a Santa who then gives him a present to take for the party since the Santa saw how Koyuki gave his away.

This is where the fun begins.

I didn’t get a picture but Mogami is happy since Koyuki got and is able to use the black Santa outfit that was his present for the other boy. Koyuki had to use it cause he was soaked from getting stuck in snow.

He was thinking twice on participating in the exchange but his friend took his present thinking Koyuki just forgot to pass his. The one who won the present is Sumiso and she not only found out it was from Koyuki, she loved the gift.

But seeing what it was gave Koyuki a realization...

He quickly and I mean he realized in a second that the present was probably from Hanadori. And he also realized the present must be what Hanadori was gonna give him.

But who cares, right? He got what he wanted: he was able to give Sumiso the perfect present. She loves it, too! But...

He apologizes and asks for it back since he knew it was important to someone else. Even though Hanadori annoys him, he appreciates the kind thought.

Also, we have this one happening elsewhere:

Hanadori handmade that necklace for Koyuki so they could match.

Let me repeat: He worked hard and made it himself. And based on Sumiso’s reaction, it was really good.

He gave that up cause he knew Koyuki would be happier giving a present to someone else.

You know, for a while now I freaking had this thought in mind that Hanadori would probably be the type of person to give up his happiness for Koyuki’s sake ever since he ran into the horror house scared to death and knowing he wouldn’t like it in there just cause he wanted to get a charm for Koyuki.

And holy crap I didn’t need to think of any scenario... the show freaking gave it to me telling me ‘Yeah, it’s canon that he’d do something like that.’. I nearly screamed when I realized (but I didn’t cause it was the middle of the night and everyone is sleeping).

Hanadori’s precious smile after Koyuki:

-says he knew the present was from him.

-that Koyuki didn’t give it away and would keep it.

-thanks him.

(Someone protect this precious boy’s smile please!)

Then this happens. Suzuran knew, even without being told, exactly what the scarf is for and gives it to the person Koyuki wanted to give it to in the first place. She didn’t seem to like Koyuki but she went out of her way for this. And Sumiso accepts!

Hibiki shows up to give Koyuki what he got from the party as thank you for earlier and what do you know? The certificate is for the exact restaurant they’re standing in front of.

Then Koyuki got to be the ‘100th’ customer. He wanted to go with Sumiso but Hanadori drags him inside lol

When you realize they’re really matching. Not only do they now canonically own similar pendants, they’re wearing Santa outfits and they didn’t even plan this.

Behind the scene it shows that the whole ‘100th’ customer thing was Shikimi’s idea as it’s his present to Hanadori. Shikimi, who this entire time he’s been shown on screen just wanted to hang out with Hanadori (which he was able to when he taught Hanadori how to make accessories), did this so Hanadori could be with the person he wanted to be with the most (which is Koyuki) for Christmas.

Outside, Sumiso watches happily and her bestfriend tells her to ditch the losers which she doesn’t and her friend comments that she’s confused that Sumiso is happy with this.

Let me summarize why this episode made me feel stuff:

-Koyuki’s sacrifices which he did without thinking twice.

-Mogami was able to give Koyuki the Black Santa costume present he wanted to give.

-Koyuki giving up his happiness to do the right thing when he asks for a present back.

-Hanadori working hard on the aforementioned present and Koyuki not only receiving it and knowing it was from him despite not being told but also Koyuki happily accepts it and thanks him. (also Hanadori’s smile)

-And they’re both matching like he wanted!

-Sumiso getting the present Koyuki wanted to give her in the first place. She accepts the present and thanks him. (He probably got some plus points with Suzuran telling Sumiso of Koyuki’s kind act earlier)

-Shikimi giving Hanadori the present of a dinner with Koyuki.

They’re a mess. They’re dysfunctional. They’re weird. They’re very troublesome and could create chaos when together.

But they all clearly care about each other that they’d give up something they want to make someone else happy. I never thought I’d smile not just from the comedic parts of this series but also smile at how heartwarming this entire thing was.

I was cheering for all of them the entire 2nd half whenever they got what they wanted. It was like some weird-ass miracle to be honest lol.

This episode made me feel blessed hahaha

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I’d make other posts about this, probably. If I’m not lazy.

One for the end of the series.

Another Hanadori x Koyuki post because I need to make another Hanadori x Koyuki post.

A probably short Koyuki Seri-centric post because I want to make one for this poor unlucky boy lol.

[sailingintothenight]

“Into the unknown.” T.H imagine.

While filming the last scene of Spider-man: Far from home, a kiss can reveal a deep secret between best friends.

2 pm, local time. I was surrounded by destroyed cars on a bridge created in a set, a blue background behind me and a group of make-up artists who gave my face and my white superhero costume the magical touch of Hollywood, false bruises and blood shots from a fictitious battle. Months of hard work had been summed up to one last scene: the kiss. I personified a superhero, but I didn't feel like one. Why was I so scared of this moment so much? Why being his best friend felt like a punishment? I didn't want to lose the happiness of our friendship, nor did I want to push myself into the unknown, towards that unstable world where my love for him lived. I tried to block my ears from his velvet voice, that my heart wouldn't feel his warm hugs, that my eyes wouldn't be lost in his sweet gaze for too long.

It was not the first time we kissed, but we were children when it happened.

Tom was 6 years old when he took your hand that afternoon at his aunt's wedding, he held it firmly as his mother had taught him to do. Your hands were warm, soft like those of a baby, so he liked to hold them, because every time he did he could feel a stranger, but nice tingling in his fingers - which would be the beginning of his confusion years later. You giggled when the couple kissed. And it was a cute, small sound, a melody that attracted Tom's attention to your face and yours to him. Your cheeks were dyed pink for that show of affection, for the heat of that day. They looked soft too, soft under your smiling eyes. And he kissed you, quickly, a little touch that nobody noticed. And he, in his little world, promised that he would marry you someday.

The scene began and I found him in front of me, limping, his face bruised by the battle, pronouncing my fictitious name until we merged into a hug like the protagonists of that love story. His arms around my waist held me tightly, almost as if he came out of his character to make my silly dream come true. His breath tickled my neck, the heat of his body mixing with mine as if it was here where I belonged to.

"You're okay." He whispered, exhausted.

"I am." I separated from him, only to look for the broken necklace in my white suit pocket. “Happy gave me this. He told me to ask you about it.”

The pieces came together in the palm of my hand, and Tom, or now Peter, contracted his face in an expression of sadness.

"Oh, no, (y/n), I'm sorry." His aching gaze met mine. "I had this stupid plan, I had written everything..."

This was the moment when I had to lean towards him, making the moments when I romanticized my bestfriend a reality. And I leaned only so my lips touched his, because it must be me who dared to prove to Peter Parker that I liked him too.

His brow furrowed slightly and his eyes got open, an expression of surprise resting his face.

"And you kiss me." He said, cautious, unsure of what had just happened.

"Yes." I chuckled slightly, looking shy and surprised too. “I don't have much luck when it comes to getting close to people, so I lied. I wasn't just watching you because we were part of the avengers.”

"That's great." Tom chuckled, tired, but feeling relieved when he looked me in the eye, because he knew his love was reciprocated too. Because not knowing if someone liked you was like living inside a tornado until you heard the words you wanted to hear, and then, the tornado became a breeze of fresh air. "I really like you."

“I really like you too.” I replied, but I felt that this was not the place where I should have been, because I thought he would see my love for him in my eyes, and not only in the eyes of the superhero that I interpreted.

It was naturally uncomfortable the way he approached, as if asking permission to do so. And he did it, eyes closed when his lips touched mine again. Can you feel Me? And there we were, as close as we always were, his eyes full of hope, longing for an upcoming kiss that happened. His lips opened slightly as they caught mine, my hand on his cheek and his hand on my waist.

It was a risky adventure of a few seconds that ended when he director shouted cut.

Then we looked into each other's eyes and smiled, as friends would do before I turned to leave the huge set and return to my trailer. There was nothing new, people moved around, I was still me, still living in the tornado.

"Tell me you felt it too."

His anxious voice surprised me, making me turn towards him.

"Feel what, Tom?" I frowned, but his anxious gaze stayed on me.

“The love I have felt for you all these years, since I kissed you in my aunt's wedding.”

I stopped my breath because I was not the only one who remembered it, and I chuckled, feeling relieved, because I wasn't the only one who had a magical secret.

"And you? Did you feel it?”

Tom smiled, his shoulders fell as if someone had taken a weight off of them.

"Of course I did."

And then he got close again, not like Peter Parker anymore. My hands caught his face as he pushed his lips against mine, his hands pulling me toward him from my waist until there was no longer a space between the two. I heard some members of the production whistle and applaud, because it was here that I should be, into this unknown world that my heart ached to discover.

[notanotherscenarioblog]

Happy Birthday!!! (Request)

Requested from one of my fave writers - lovrodney :3 this was from my previous scenario blog. I tweaked it a little; enjoy, again! XD

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My phone kept dinging, signaling that I have a message, woke me up in this morning. My bed hair was the least of my problems; it's what the heck I'm gonna do today! Today is my birthday! Oh my gosh!! Did my family have something planned? My friends? My bestfriend, Hoya? All these questions were in my head & that's when I received another text.

|I'm so sorry hun but I don't think I'll have time to see you on your special day :( Sunggyu-hyung has us practicing like crazy for the upcoming world tour.

I re-read the text from Howon over and over hoping I read it correctly. I sighed, semi-knowing that he has a tour coming up but I wish I meant something to him. Of course he means the world to me because I've been in love with Howon since forever. Well, I wasn't gonna let today be a waste. So I took a shower, changed into some stylish jeans & an INFINITE tee and put some light makeup on. When I walked towards the kitchen & made myself some breakfast, I was sooo happy that my birthday was on a weekend - meaning no school or work to worry about, until Monday of course.

After breakfast, I got into my car and rode to Infinity Stables where the kind caretaker told me I was able to ride for free today. Once I thanked him, I went to the stables, greeted my horse & put on all my safety-wear. After that, I set my belongings in my secret box so no one would steal them. I left my phone on just incase anyone wanted to hangout today. Sadly, that wasn't the case. What I didn't know was that the caretaker coincidentally let me ride today for free so that Hoya, INFINITE, my friends & family could have time and set up for my surprise birthday party.

About midday, the weather was getting too hot for my horse so I took her back in the stables for much needed rest. Once she was inside her own cub & took off the sattle, I checked my phone while heading towards my car.

I had 30 new messages, 10 missed calls & 5 voicemails. They were messages of everyone wishing me a happy birthday. Although I was really grateful, all except one person, whom I love, didn't text me yet. The one person I wanted to see most today didn't even say those 2 words. Feeling sad now & the fact that the daytime was turning into the nightlife, I drove back home. When I parked my car, I noticed there were about 20 other cars in my neighborhood, which was really weird. I didn't really think much of it, so I took my keys out, pushed them into the key hole & twisted the doorknob. When I opened the door, what was on the other side shocked me into tears.

|SURPRISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTINA!!!!

I saw everyone screaming, throwing silly string, blowing party poppers and I even felt balloons on me. Everyone was here - my family, friends & INFINITE, including Hoya. I looked everywhere for the mastermind behind this when I noticed him.

"Did you plan this?" I asked Hoya.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Yeah, I wanted to surprise you."

I hugged him tightly, "Thank you for being such a good friend."

He hugged me back & kissed my cheek. No, thank you for always being there for me.

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After eating, talking, taking selfies, playing catch up & enjoying my party, it was time to open presents. One by one, I opened each gift, hoping for that one gift - a kiss from Hoya. What I received, however, was amazing; I got INFINITE's latest album, a sun dress, heels, shoes, my own sattle for my horse, money & much more. I opened the last gift, which was from Hoya. There was a box containing a necklace that said - beautiful, & a card that reads:

|To my bestfriend, I hope you enjoy your special day with all the people you love, and here's to many more.

When I looked up to thank him, I saw that everyone had moved out of the way & noticed there was rose pedals on the ground, leading me to believe that I should follow that path to see where it takes me. "how did I not notice the petals?" I thought. When I reached the end of the rose pedal path, I was in my backyard and saw Hoya standing in the middle with 19 roses & the rest of INFINITE behind him holding up cue cards that read:

Kristina, will you be mine?

In more tears, I ran up to him, gave him a huge hug & shouted to the whole world, "YES!!!"

"Saranghae", he whispered before taking my cheek in one hand, placing the other on my waist & captured my lips in a breathless kiss.

This was the best birthday ever.

[taliel-strykidz]

We got Married : JinHuan ep1

-Cut scene to interview with Ai-Huan: 

“Hello my name is Chang Ai-Huan the female member of NCT, and I am known as the mother of my group.” She introduced herself with a bright smile, you could feel how warm and caring she was through her eye smile. 

- Cut scene to NCT’s music video Boss and Huannie taking care of the Dreamies. 

“As an idol you sign a contract that states under no circumstances are you allowed to date, plus i’m in four units and kind of have no time to break that rule, no matter how much I want to.” 

Panel: “She seems very down to earth”

Jaemin: “That’s because Noona is small though.” 

“But one day I will get married and have a mini me to terrorize everyone a second time round, no one can stop my diabolical plan.” She jested earning a majority laugh of the studio she was in at the time. 

-Cut scene to interview with Park Jinyoung.

“Annyeong, annyeong. I’m Park Jinyoung from Got7,” His smile wide and bowed to the camera. 

“As majority of you know my group is very big on being weird and happy and I have to control them like a parent and am not allowed to date so I will treat my wife as lovingly and will work hard to keep her happy. If you see this nae anae I hope you can forgive my weird tendancies.

-Cut to Huannie

The camera picked up on a woman with her back faced to the back swan diving onto the couch ontop of the male currently watching Men On A Mission. She began toy fighting with him for the remote claiming she wanted to watch the newest episode of He Is Psychometric. Jung Jaehyun simply evaded her attacks keeping the remote far from the girl. 

“Jae please it’s only for an hour and I’ll buy you food later.” She negotiated still trying to get the remote whilst trampling all over the boy with one thing in mind. 

“Why don’t you go watch it in your room Huan?” He argued. 

“But this tv is bigger and better. Please Jae.” She used her secret weapon one of which Jaehyun hated because it worked everytime. Aeygo, Huannie was a professional at using aeygo on the boys to get her own way. This was another example. 

Without any other words he gave her the remote before trying to get comfortable under her weight, he knew this would happen, she would always climb on him to get the remote and refuse to move afterwards. 

Luckily for Jaehyun the doorbell sounded and the camera men motioned for him to go and collect it. Heavily confused he trecked over to the door only to recieve a red envelope and sighed. He knew SM wanted her on the show, he just didn’t think it would be so close to the come back. 

- “So is Jaehyun her bestfriend Jaemin-ah?” Min-sook asked the younger boy watching beside her, he smiled cutely before laughing. 

- “Those two are inseparable these days. He’s the one to take her away from a crying baby because she spends almost an hour in the supermarket trying to make the baby smile.”

- “Ah so she’s very maternal?” 

-” She’s my surrogate mother.”

Jaehyun returned to the couch with a focussed Huannie watching the screen blocking out the boy who was waving the We Got Married envelope in front of her face. 

“Huan this came for you.” He tried with no luck, the girl was busy watching the emotional scene in front of her. 

“Stray Kids should have been an 7 member group.” He goaded awaiting for the sharp remote pause and the harsh glare setting in on her face. “I’m joking but this is for you” 

“Please don’t leave us.” Jaehyun joked refusing to let go of the girl, who pushed him away gently trying to open the letter. 

“Bye.” She said. 

“Noona what’s that?” Jaemin and Chenle entered the dorm noticing the large amount of cameras and the famous red envelope in her hands. 

“Well i’ll tell you if you take of your dirty shoes on my carpet Chenle.” She said giving a pointed look to the dirty vans now squishng dirt into the fabric. 

“So you’re getting married Noona?” Jaemin asked as he sat next to her with an innocent smile. “Who is it?” 

“I dont know-” 

“How about you read it?” Jaehyun cut her off with a roll of his eyes, he had been waiting in anticipation. 

Panel Jaemin: “I think Jaehyun hyung was more nervous than Noona.” 

Dear my Wife, 

I hope when you read this you can understand where i’m coming from, I wish to cherish you and love you as a husband should do. It feels strange not knowing who you are but I can guess that you’ll be beautiful. 

I am an idol- I belong in a boy group. Unfortunately I’m apparently not supposed to tell you which one. I just hope you know who we are when you find out. 

Please look after me as I plan to look after you too. 

I can’t wait to meet you, 

Love, 

Your nervous husband. 

Panel: “Aw he did well.” 

Min-sook: “Look at her face she enjoyed it.” 

Jaemin: “Noona was so excited that she called Lily straight after and they squealed for an hour. My eardrums were broken.” 

-Cut scene to NCT dorm, when Huannie wrote her letter: 

“Noona don’t be weird, you’ll scare him off.” Chenle laughed loudly looking at what the woman was writing, her beautiful calligraphy was standing out to the camera as she pondered her next line. 

“What? I may as well give him an idea of what my personality is like before, so he can prepare.” She defended herself and shooed him out of the room to write in peace. 

Dear my husband, 

I’m glad to hear that there is a slight possibilty that you’re not a murderer, but I also would like to say I’ve been issued a mission to give you hints for you to find me tomorrow. 

All I can say is I too am an Idol and I will be at JYP studios tomorrow to film with a group. I hope you can find me through this clue that I have put in the box.

Please come and find me, please don’t make me wait too long heels are hard to dance and walk in. 

Don’t dissapoint me Honey, 

Nervous, 

Your wife. 

She placed the necklace in the envelope and smiled evily before turing towards the camera and giggled. 

“I may as well let him meet my best girlfriend.” 

(Bit of notice, Lily and Huannie wear necklaces of eachothers groups, so he’ll have to find Lily in order to find Huannie.)

[hanniiesuckle17]

Immune Heart; Chpt.1

The World Today

Prologue

15 years later....

The soft sounds of the forest drew me out of sleep. Opening my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of the branches of the trees covering up most of the dim gray sky. Turning to my left, I saw Jimin still sitting against the tree as he scanned the surroundings, where I left him hours before. He was all grown up now. His hair fell across his structured face, and his shoulders were more full than they were when we were young. 

"What time is it?" My voice broke the silence and his gaze shifted towards me. "It's about four maybe." I sat up and rummaged through my backpack. Finding my water bottle, I took a small sip. "We can make it to Diaborough right before trading starts if we leave now." I say to him as I put on the jacket that was draped over me. Jimin nods and stands up, placing his rifle to the side of him. He stretches as I pack up and we put out the embers of our campfire. I slung my larger gun (I think it's an AR-15 or something) over my shoulder with my pack. Jimin picked up his rifle and carried it with him. 

We walked in complete silence as the forest slowly got lighter around us. It wasn't uncommon for us not to speak. We trekked through the wilderness on high alert. Each time Jimin thought he heard something behind us, he would bring me a little closer. He was always more cautious than I was.

There was two hours of walking in silence before we broke through the tree line. It was a little brighter, but not much. The sky was usually in a constant overcast creating a dim gray light below the clouds. We could see the scattered buildings of Diaborough about two miles away. "About forty minutes to walk and then we can rest before the stalls open." Jimin said looking at the horizon. I nodded and then moved forward, Jimin following me. My mind wandered to trading as we walked.

On average there were going to be about  seven stalls open. Most would be produce and extra materials. We would probably have to pay under the table for more ammunition or look in the black market. We have about ten batteries, four blankets, and probably some lose parts somewhere that could be worth something.

Since the Purification started the world has gone into shambles. Homes destroyed. Economy crashed. Everything shut down. Almost all electricity shut off and few people had running water. Some people stayed on the move, like us, and some stayed put and tried to brave the harsh times. A currency system went out the window and we had to trade and barter for most things now. A few big rebellion organizations still paid in money, but only if you were personally contacted.

"Tate. We're here." Jimin's arm draped itself across my shoulder. The touch brought me out of my thoughts. We walked through the streets of what used to be a town. A few people littered the streets, some setting up shop, some probably finishing up a night watch, and a few drunkards just wandering about. This was no unusual sight. Most places were like this now. 

Jimin and I walked up to a vender who had already set up her wares. "Welcome to Diaborough. Although there is not much to welcome to. What can I do for you strangers?" The woman said. Her voice was raspy and her layered clothes, old and worn. 

"What can we get for 3 batteries and ten pieces of scrap copper?" A bright smile set on her face. Jimin was busy scanning the area. He kept close by me while I made the deal. "I can give you two cans of food, a water spigot, and one loaf of bread." She presented her offering on the table. I nudged Jimin and motioned to the table. He scanned the objects and then looked at me. He motioned with his fingers and then whispered something in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my cheek. He quickly turned back away and continues surveying the crowd now beginning to form.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how rare copper is? We should at least be getting three cans of food for my price." She looked a little on edge that I wouldn't take her deal. "But young lady, that's why I gave you the water spigot. For travelers like yourselves it is very-" "Yes, we understand that, but this is the last of our copper and we know we can barter it for something more somewhere else." Jimin once again placed is arm protectively over my shoulder and we started to walk away.

"Wait!"

I smirked and turned back around with an innocent smile. "I'll give you two bags of rice and a single piece of information on anything you ask for." Jimin nodded to me. "We'll take your deal." She looked relieved. She put our suppiles in a burlap sack and Jimin took it and exchanged it for our promised price.

"Your friend sure doesn't talk much does he." She said glancing nervously at Jimin. "He is just very protective." She smiled lightly. "What do you want to know?" Jimin looked around and took note of the people near. Pulling me closer, he said in his low soft voice, "Where are Diaborough's underground venders?" A couple of heads turned our way and I reached for the knife under my jacket slowly. The woman brought us in closer. "Oh. The black market. Go down to the docks. Warehouse 47. Just don't tell anyone what you saw there. Nefarious things happen there and I don't want to be part of them."

We nodded and took our supplies. Jimin let go of me and we walked side by side. "You don't have to do that you know." I said quietly. He didn't look over at me, only ahead surveying the crowds. "Do what?" We turned down an alley way and I walked in front of him, leading the way. "You know what I mean. I'm not a child or some flower that needs to be preserved." I said stepping over trash.

With out warning, Jimin had me pinned against the wall. "Tate. We don't know that. What about what happened that night?" His brown eyes bore into me with urgency and concern. "Jimin, I don't want to talk about it." I said trying to get out of his grip. "Tate we will have to talk about it eventually. No one has ever been rejected by an Injector like you have. That means something, Tate."  We held a stare for a minute and his grip softened, now gently holding my wrists. "Fine. Until we find out for sure. You can treat me like a damn daisy. Just don't baby me. I could kill you in your sleep." I gave him a smirk over my shoulder as I walked away. "Oh you wouldn't do that to your child hood bestfriend." His melodious laugh filled the small alley as he chased after me.

Soon after we reached the the docks. Rows of warehouses lined the cement strip that dropped off into the bay. "Come on. There is bound to be ammunition somewhere in here." Jimin said. We stood outside the bunker labeled 47. "It's a bigger city, so we don't know what we'll see. Just keep your eyes on ammunition." I nodded and opened the small side door of the warehouse. The stench came first, then the noise. We were surrounded by venders packed together in one large place. Every where I turned there was some table with some dangerous or illegal thing on it. There were four lifted platforms in the building. Each had about forty feet of clear space around them, for people to stand. Usually merchants auctioned large objects off on the stages. Anything from livestock to human labor.

I looked across the tables scanning for ammo and weapons. Maybe a fake ID or two. Those always come in handy. I found a table across from one of the platforms. It had bullets, shells, and a couple of good knives along with some dinky knick knacks.

Jimin was at another table close to me, looking at assorted metal objects. "How much ammunition can I get for thirteen pieces of brass scrap and 4 batteries?" The filthy looking man looked up at me. The sight must have been amusing. My almost small frame being swallowed by my beloved jacket and the pack on my shoulders. "Well, I can give you eleven rounds and two knives of your choice." My eyes fell to a rather decorated wooden box in the corner of the table.

"What's that?" The man cracked a chipped tooth smile. "Well it's an item quite rare nowadays. But for a pretty little thing like yourself, I'll substitute it for one of the knives." He motioned for me to see what was in the box. I picked it up gingerly an opened the lid. Inside were the most vibrant and juice filled strawberries I had ever seen. I couldn't even remember the last time I had fresh fruit. "Deal." The man chuckled delight and took my trade. I chose a knife and took my box, knife, and ammunition. I turned to find Jimin next to me casually listening to the auction.

"You never could resist something hidden or sweet." He said without looking at me. We walked to the edge of the crowd around the stage. "Well what did you get, Mr.Park." He chuckled as I turned to him. "I got a 'new' pot, a couple of razors, and I managed to find some luxury lady items you might need." He said the last part with a chuckle. I elbowed him in the side. "What kind of auction is this anyway?" I still faced him, as he started to hand me the bag of things he got, his eyes still on the stage. "I think it's human labor. Probably some poor souls they took off the streets forced to be sold." I turned to the stage and watched the auctioneer announce the next sale. "Next, another fine worker. He's a strapping young boy about the age of twenty two. His starting bid is 20 brass pieces. Come on, you piece of shit. Get up here."

The man dragged a boy with shaggy brown hair and tattered, old, dirty clothing up on stage. His hands were bound and his head hung low, but you could see the dirt and bruises that lay painfully on his face.

"20 brass pieces for human life, what is this world-"

A glint of silver dangling around his chest caught my eye. It wasn't as clean as I remembered but it looked an awful lot like the necklace that my brother wore the night we tried to escape. It couldn't be. The pendant must be similar, that's all. "Sale number seventy one: Kim Taehyung. Age: Twenty two-" 

It seemed the whole room lost all sound after that name was called. My eyes could only be fixed on the figure wearing my brother's necklace. The boy lifted his tear stained face. No it can't be. I saw him flung into a tree. The force would have killed an adult let alone a child. Was looking at the beaten face of my brother?

"Taehyung....."

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