#im a bit embarrassed of myself too like of existing in front of him after all this unfolded

[kimjiwoong]

it's been getting a little hard for me to work with alexis

[enhyupn]

the perfect date! chapter one

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 3k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned

ask to be on taglist, updates are irregular

a/n i literally had to dig this out of my drafts so i don’t even know myself what i’ve written PLSSS

taglist: @dchannie17 @simluvbot @jaeyuni @neocrush

falling in love at the age of twelve wasn’t what you were expecting while learning basic algebra. being heartbroken at the age of thirteen while reciting shakespeare was also not as expected. the cause of both of these unforgettable moments? park jongseong, or otherwise known as jay to almost everyone around you. your first love was something that stuck with you, even in the present. he was your seat mate in three of your classes and the person you would ask for the homework right before it’s due date. it was a one sided crush, it was quite obvious to you. he was popular, sporty and incredibly talkative, you were one out of maybe twenty people that had a huge bulging crush on him. 

at age fourteen you vowed to forget about him, the previous year he had moved to america to improve his english abilities which had put you in a miserable mood for almost all of your middle school life. who else was supposed to give you the math homework? how were you supposed to feel excited to go to school when jay wasn’t going to be there? your barely-a-teen mindset made you think you were never going to get over him.

flashing forward to freshmen year of high school, new school, new class and a clean slate to basically pretend you were a completely different person. no more being dependent on other people! no more trying to do anything to get friends! no more—

“hi, my name’s jake” oh boy.

and that’s how jake sim entered your life. it was his australian accent peaking through his words as he flashed you an energetic smile that pulled you in. you could of fallen for him at that instance, well you could of fallen for him throughout your years of friendship but the returning thought of your first love entirely stopped that process. jake sim was like a breath of fresh air, he was everywhere you went and had your back for everything.

you were his best friend and you thought of him like one too, you two were practically glued to one another. of course you had side comments, gossip that the two of you were dating or one of you two had an one sided crush (the latter part of that sentence we aren’t going to get that much into) but it didn’t make you two feel awkward or anything like that. with jake you almost forgot about jay (algebra and shakespeare being the things that stimulates the memory of him). although it wasn’t like jake was a rebound, you think yourself you’ve felt happier when you were around jake. i mean jake’s definitely popular, rivalling jay’s popularity in middle school even. if you asked anyone in your school who they’ve had a crush on, jake sim is number one on that list. he had some type of air around him, always being incredibly positive, he quite literally radiated the colour yellow. maybe you had a type when it came to people you associated with.

the close second on that list was maybe the complete opposite to jake in terms of their public image to the school. park sunghoon was the class president in your class. academically gifted, popular with the female population in your school, a talented figure skater, a stereotypical cold and distant beauty, there were a lot of layers to sunghoon. you personally had never really talked to him, the only time being when he had dropped papers on the ground in the hallways, maybe a few months ago. you helped him pick them up before carrying them with him to the teacher’s staff room. even then, you two had barely shared any words during that whole incident besides a “thank you”.

still, you could say you respected sunghoon. i mean who could have the energy to do his whole schedule besides him? you definitely could not. plus the way he was one of the most popular bachelors added to his busy schedule. the most recent valentine’s day was the proof as well as it was record breaking in your terms of your classes history with the day. having jake and sunghoon meant there were a lot of people trying to confess their feelings entering your classroom. last year, jake was stopped twenty three times the whole day, beating out sunghoon’s twenty sudden confessions. this year, there a sudden decline in jake’s confessions, a whopping three people only expressing their feelings desperately to him as he politely declined. sunghoon’s number rose by about ten people, expected but still a little shocking.

it wasn’t like the two of them cared about it, the only thing they did care about though was being polite when rejecting people. you couldn’t really sympathise with jake or sunghoon whenever they had to prepare yet another rejection, the only confession you’ve received being from yoon hyunsuk that was quite awkward considering he was a family friend and you saw him almost every week after you had rejected him.

anyways, returning to present time where you were doing your regular daily routine for a weekday. it always went waking up way too early, under eating breakfast in hopes to get the bus on time, meeting jake on the bus, walking to class with him and trying to not fall asleep in the middle of math class. it started off completely normal, maybe a little too normal.

“did you hear?” jake whispered in your ear. the two of you were supposed to individually practice questions but the chattery side of jake honestly got the best of him at moments like these.

“what is it?” you reply back quietly.

“a transfer student is coming in after lunch ends, one from america” now that really got your attention. you turn to him with your eyes wide in surprise, curiosity taking over you completely as you ignore the difficult question in front of you.

“did you see them?” jake couldn’t help but feel the sudden heat rush to his face as your sparkling eyes met his. “how do you even know this?”.

“ryujin told me plus, i saw a bit of him at the principal’s office” you looked behind him, trying to get a glimpse of the mentioned girl. the concentrated look on her face as she tried to solve the maths problem was evidence to you that she hadn’t heard her name being mentioned by jake. “said something about bleached hair that was definitely going to get the teachers mad”.

“now you got me excited” your small smile only sending butterflies to his stomach. you turn your head back down to face the still blank piece of paper, deciding that it was about time you started on that question.

“y’know he kinda looked familiar” the questioning tone in jake’s voice caught your attention, turning back to him in confusion.

“what do you mean?” a pout formed on your face. more confusion took over your face when you realised jake looked away from you quite fast, his ears turning a slight shade of pink.

“i— i don’t know” he silently cursed himself for letting himself fall deeper into his one sided crush from only small moments. his sudden black mind caused him to forget what he was meant to say to you, only leaving you puzzled by his words.

jake sitting opposite to you as you ate your unsettlingly warm sandwich, was really the only thing really going on during lunch that say. although weirdly enough, park sunghoon’s glances and staring was a new addition to your lunch time. even without directly looking at him, you could feel his eyes as they dug into the back of your head.

“you know you can relax, sunghoon’s not gonna bite you” jake commented on your stiffness. you bit your lip anxiously when you realised how loud he was being, not wanting sunghoon to know he was currently the topic of conversation between the two of you.

“if you speak any louder he might hear you” you angrily whispered to his face as you rolled your eyes. the boy chuckled before placing a small ball of rice into his mouth.

“he won’t idiot” jake tells you with maybe little too much confidence. you noticed that sunghoon had looked away from you abruptly, his cheeks visibly reddening as he faced his desk. “oh”.

“why are you like this?” you expressed you concerns. jake shrugged his shoulders, not understanding where you were coming from. “i should be excited for the new student, not trying to tame you from embarrassing our class president!”, your voice lowering at the last few words.

“i think he wants to tell you something”

“i think i want you to shut up” you muttered and you took another bite from your sandwich, wincing at the warm tomato and soggy lettuce that came into contact with your mouth.

jake was about to fire back but was only stopped by your phone violently vibrating on the table. your eyes widen in embarrassment as you frantically tried to get to it. you turn your phone to look at the screen, a notification telling you someone was calling you. jake tried to take a peek at your phone, only abandoning the plan when he saw you glare at him.

“hey yeojin” a small smile forming on your lips when reciting your middle school friend’s name. im yeojin was your best friend up until high school when her parents made her go to an all girls boarding school instead of your co-ed high school. she hated it so much when it was initially brought up by them but from the looks of it now, she’s actually enjoying herself. yeojin was the only person, excluding jake, that ever knew about your crush on jay. jake found out when the two of you were looking through old middle school pictures, you pointed at jay in a class photo and that’s the story on how jake knows about jay’s existence. “what’s up?”.

“i’m not supposed to be on my phone” her voice was frantic. you knew from her many, many letters that her school was strict when it came to personal phones. she was only allowed it everyday for thirty minutes during lunch on the weekdays, three hours on the weekends. “but, i have some exciting news for you”.

“what is it?” jake could see your eyes glisten in curiosity. he chuckled to himself as he placed his chin in his palm, his full attention being placed onto you.

“guess”

“i can’t believe you’re doing this right now” you squinted in annoyance at her playfully attitude.

“i was kidding” yeojin’s contagious laugh caught up to you, making it look like you forgot about her joke on you. “but you know how you’re old instagram account got deleted because of—”

“don’t say it” you interrupted through gritted teeth. jake laughed loudly at your reaction, catching the attention of sunghoon yet again.

“anyways, and you basically lost all of our middle school classes handles?”

“yes, i remember it all a little too well” embarrassment laced through your words as you remembered the never-to-be-mentioned-again memory.

“anyways so jay...” your eyes lit up at the mention of his name, an unsettling feeling in jake’s stomach appearing due to your expression. “he’s back!”.

“he’s back?” you stood up from your seat in surprise. your class looked at you in concern before you apologised as you embarrassing lowered yourself down to your seat. “you’re not kidding me right?”.

“why would i lie?” you could feel yeojin’s eyes rolling through the phone. “oh shit, patrol’s back. gotta go, i’ll send a letter soon—”

jake watched as you ended the call staying seated with your eyes widened, unable to process what had happen. you couldn’t pinpoint any of the emotions you were feeling, were you happy? anxious? scared? you had no clue. you bite your lip, hoping the action can help your blank mind.

“so—”

“is this 3-A?” a loud voice entering the class interrupted jake, causing the boy to sigh out of frustration.

you turned your head in the direction. you felt yourself shake in more shock when you realised who the person at the entrance was, and from the way they looked back at you, he realised who you were to. you abruptly looked away, facing the window on your left with your face burning up as you held up a hand to cover your face.

jake’s puzzled expression took over his face before putting the pieces together. his heart was beating at such a fast rate that he felt breathless, he didn’t think he was at all ready to see his crush’s first love entering their own classroom.

he watched as sunghoon did his usual mannerly class president thing, standing up from his seat all professional and kind before making his way to jay with an open hand for him to shake.

“hello, you’re earlier than expected” sunghoon smiled, unsure if it was genuine or not due to the fact the boy in front of him didn’t even acknowledge his presence. he dropped his hand before letting out a quiet irritated sigh, trying to figure out what he had his eyes on.

even with sunghoon’s growing annoyed expression, jay’s eyes were still trained on you. it was like you were frozen, no muscle in your body allowed you to move as you blankly stared outside the window. the only thing moving was your eyes shutting completely as you felt footsteps coming your way, instantly knowing who it belonged to.

“y/n” a cheery voice made it’s way to jay’s words.

sunghoon raised an eyebrow at the two of you, not entirely following this whole situation. how did he know you? why did you seem so embarrassed? bashful even? and why was jake staring at jay like he just killed his family?

“j-jay hey, y-you’re back” you finally turned your head, however still unable to look at him in the eyes. jay chuckled at the way you tripped over your words, memories of the two of you from middle school playing in his head. he glanced down beside you, the empty seat almost begging him to sit there.

you almost feel yourself jump into your seat when you noticed jay was pulling back the chair beside you as he prepared himself to sit down. at this point jake’s face was visibly red, glaring at jay for reasons that cannot be exactly explained and sunghoon’s feet had even brought him all the way to your desk meaning he had a full view of this whole mess. you four had the whole classes attention, even with some whispering to each other about you. 

“it’s been a while” jay smiled through his words as he sat down, his position facing you as you struggled to make eye contact. you could feel yourself sweating from the unbearable heat coming from your cheeks, your head still blank unable to think properly.

“you two know each other?” sunghoon asked curiously as he placed his hand on his hip. you don’t know why but you cursed sunghoon silently in your head for asking that question, the thought of jay telling him you were only his friend pained you.

“yeah, middle school classmates” jay finally acknowledged the boy’s presence. sunghoon nodded in reply as he scanned your expression, unable to understand how you were feeling. “i had— i can’t say it it’s too embarrassing actually” jay rubbed his neck embarrassingly before turning away in embarrassment, only for his eyes to meet jakes.

“no, carry on” jake’s few words came out as a little passive aggressive but didn’t particularly offend jay in any way. it was quite obvious to everyone but you that jake was being a little jealous, possessive maybe from the way he glared at jay and sunghoon, who frankly didn’t really do anything up until this point.

“oh okay...” jay didn’t know why he felt nervous. maybe it was cause jake couldn’t keep his glare off of him or he was about to regret his next few words. “i had the biggest crush on y/n”.

now that got your attention. with wide eyes your eyes made contact with his at last, his cheeks were tinted pink and he had a bashful smile spread across his lips. you could even see jake in the corner of your eyes closing his mouth as he tried to recover from the shock. while sunghoon, who was right behind jay, looked like he wasn’t completely over the shocking revelation.

“i—” you felt speechless. this was the first time you’ve heard anything about this, you didn’t even think you were ever going to hear those words. you once again tried to open your mouth in an attempt to reply but was just met with nothing.

“they didn’t like me back though” jay continued. you looked at him like he was crazy, your eyebrows raised with confusion taking over your face.

“but i—”

“y/n can we talk....” jake’s voice interrupting your soon to be confession as he stared at you with a serious expression. you turned to him, once again not fully processing this whole situation. “...outside the classroom?”.

you glanced back to jay who looked visibly irritated, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair. sunghoon just stood behind him, staring at jake with what looked to be some sort of fear. letting out a sigh, you stood up from your seat as you looked jake in the eyes.

“let’s go outside jake” you were slightly thankful for his sudden request due to you not wanting to be stuck in that suffocating environment. you watched as he stood up from his seat, his expression changing into quite an anxious one.

the curiosity didn’t leave you as you followed jake out of the classroom, you even heard your classmates whisper to each other as you passed them. you didn’t even want to look back to see the face of jay, you had ended your long awaited reunion short just to go talk to your best friend by the staircase. jake glanced around the area to make sure nobody was there to listen to what he had to say.

“thanks for getting me out of there—”

“i like you” those three words almost made you faint on the spot.

was it time to wake up now?

[babybuckleys]

i don't know you yet - spencer reid.

summary: soulmates. they exist right? y/n and spencer live their daily lives doing activities that slightly coincide with each other until they meet.

word count: 1.2k.

warnings: mentions of season eight spoilers, mentions of angst.

a/n: hi! I've had this idea for a while and since I haven't written in a bit here it is. hope you guys like it, enjoy!

Taglist (in bio): @ilovejjmaybank ​ @laurenairay @hotchsbabygirl @187-reid ​ @simonsbluee ​ ​ @baby-bearie ​ @callllumhood ​ @5sos-seavey ​ @notphilosopherstudentblog-moved @dermuffvontausendjahren @fanficscuziranout @katexrichardson @sluttytears @thelukealvez @cooper-boom @edmundspevensea

tagging my cm buddy. @npatrickz

(*credit to gif owner*)

Many people imagine their dream person or think of the person they want to date or marry from a young age. Y/N remembered going to sleepovers and her friends talking about how they wanted a boyfriend with blue eyes and blonde hair or brown hair and brown eyes. But when Y/N's turn came around she always said the same thing "I don't care what they look like as long as they are the right person for me." And that's when the game would end. Because twelve year olds could not fathom that everyone had their person and at some point they'd meet and everything would work out. Her mindset was set as growing up her mom would always tell her the same story. When I met your dad I just knew she'd say.

Spencer was the same way. Always being busy with work he didn't have time to go out on dates and spend time with people. He just hoped that one day the right person would come. I mean after what happened with Maeve who he strongly believed was his soulmate he didn't really see a point in trying to move on. He always said it was too soon. 

Too soon. Two words that circled both of their brains. Too soon to date. Too soon to go out and put themselves out there. Why put yourself out there when you could stay locked up in your house where you were comfortable.

Spencer's head buried in cases and files while Y/N had her head buried in the latest book. They weren't that different to begin with. Maybe some person out in the universe made it this way. Hoping that one day two people who have had their heart broken and taped so many times would bump into each other.

The day would finally come. Well not exactly the day that they magically fell in love. But the day that they were in the same spot at the same time.

?Y/N had a tradition. Coffee every single Monday because well to be honest Mondays sucked. You know those people that take their sugar with coffee. Yeah Y/N was one of them.

Spencer had decided to stop by the coffee shop a few minutes away from his apartment. Deciding that a small detour would be nice. I mean a different type of coffee would be nice even though of course his coffee taste was more sugar than coffee.

~~~~

"Thomas please just a bit more sugar, you know that's not enough." Y/N asked the barista who slowly had become her friend to kindly add more sugar to her coffee.

"Y/N this is a disgrace how do you call this coffee." The barista said as he added more and more sugar until a small mountain piled up on the top.

"And that is why I love you Thomas." She said as she grabbed the coffee and headed toward the exit.

Spencer had heard the altercation as he waited in line for his coffee and chuckled. Wow if he could meet this person he knew they would for sure get along.

~~~~

Spencer and the BAU had been working on a case. It was a tough one to crack. Only a few minutes away from Quantico but with little to no clues they knew it would be a hair puller.

They had one neighbor as a witness and some history about the victims. Other than that they had zilche as Garcia would say.

Alex decided to go talk to the witness as Spencer worked on the geographical profile and the others went through looking for overlaps in the other victims.

As soon as Blake walked up to the door a person no older than Spencer opened the door. 

As she guided Blake to the couch, careful to pick up the scattered books all around her living room, embarrassed to have someone from the FBI see her living room like this.

"You have a vast collection of books here." Blake said attempting to make conversations before getting to the point.

"Yeah I love reading." Y/N spoke up.

"I'm quite the reader myself." As Blake looked at the small living room she couldn't help but notice the similarities between the girl in the kitchen and Spencer. Scratch that. You were so similar to Spencer that it was like an exact replica. 

~~~

Y/N did not expect to be spending her Wednesday afternoon with someone from the FBI but since her next door neighbor had been murdered she was now a part of it.

"Can you tell me what you saw." The agent sat in front of her.

"Well Mrs. Smith always is asleep by eight so i found it kind of odd that her lights were on after midnight. I was getting ready to open my door and check on her when I heard a thump. Then I looked through my peep hole and saw a man run across. He had a mask on. But he dropped it. I got a paper towel and placed it on my counter before calling the police."

"Wow that helps us more than you know." Alex was quite impressed by how much information the witness was actually able to provide.

"Yeah well anything to help find who did this." Y/N smiled at the agent.

"Well we'll call you if we need anything more, thank you for all your help."

~~~~

After arriving back at the station and giving an update on what she learned Alex suggested that Spencer go talk to the witness.

"I think he can maybe find out more since they are closer in age."

"Well that doesn't sound like a bad idea." Rossi spoke up.

Spencer not really having a problem with it headed over to your place. As he knocked he heard a familiar voice respond. He wasn't sure where but he knew that he knew you from somewhere.

"Hi uhm i'm Spencer Reid im with the FBI."

"Oh hi uhm you're partner was just here, did you guys learn something new?" 

"Oh no just another check up." 

"Oh ok, come in. I was just making coffee, would you like some?" Y/N looked at the attractive agent in front of her.

"Yeah coffee is good." 

As soon as Spencer walked in he saw the extensive book collection in the corner. Ranging from romance to mystery to autobiographies. 

"Favorite book?" Y/N asked as she poured the coffee eyeing the boy that was taking such an interest in her book collection.

"Oh i'm not sure I can pick. I mean there are so many genres." Spencer smiled feeling comfortable with the conversation.

"I agree with you." Y/N said as she poured sugar into her coffee.

As she poured the sugar it's like something clicked in Spencer's mind. Her voice, the coffee smell, the unhealthy amounts of sugar. The girl from the coffee shop. The one he so wanted to have a conversation with. 

He grabbed the sugar and as Y/N saw him pour it she smiled. Everyone she knew always said the amount she poured was ridiculous but here stood a boy in front of her who did the same thing as her. And as Spencer took a sip of his coffee he knew that he could finally have that conversation he so much wanted. And as he did he felt much happier then he had in the last few months.

[worldwidemochiguy]

Can I get #19 w/Jungkook pretty please? 👀

hi!! sorry for taking literally a billion years to do this. this ask was sent before humanity came into existence, and yet im only just answering it now. hope you like it tho!! 💖💖

19: “Killing for you is my favourite hobby.”

A Favour

You didn’t even have to wait a full second before he picked up the phone.

“Y/n?? You called? Do you need anything?”

His voice was so eager, almost high-pitched in its excitement, and you stifled a laugh.

“Hi Kook,”

“Hi!” He replied, and you could practically hear his grin bleeding into his voice. “Y/n, I’m so glad you called!”

“You are?” You asked coyly, biting your lip to suppress a smirk as he responded immediately. “That’s good, Kook. I actually have a favour I want to ask you…”

You trailed off, injecting a dose of that shy uncertainty into your voice that you knew he was especially weak for. Well. He was weak for everything you did, but when you made it sound like you needed him to take care of you, the boy honestly melted.

“Of course, Y/n, anything for you!” He answered breathlessly. You paused for a moment, to make it seem like you were hesitating over voicing your idea, bringing Jungkook ever closer to the knife-edge of desperation he constantly balanced on around you. It was so fun to torture him like this. It was fast becoming your favourite hobby.

“Well… this boy was so mean to me the other day,” You pouted, relishing Jungkook’s resulting outraged gasp crackling through the phone speaker, “-and he called me rude names… it really hurt my feelings.”

You made sure to end your complaint with a forlorn sigh. In reality, all the boy had done was borrowed one of your pencils and forgotten to give it back, but you were bored right now, and messing with Jungkook was so much more interesting than studying.

“What’s his name?” Jungkook growled on the other end of the line, and you actually had to cover the receiver of the phone so you could laugh. He sounded so dumb, all angry and serious.

“Park Jinyeong.” You told him obediently, and heard him quietly repeat it to himself.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of it for you.”

“Really?” You asked, sickly sweet, “You’re sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Killing for you is my favourite hobby.” Jungkook replied gravely, “It’s not too much trouble. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Oh, thank you Jungkook!” You simpered, flicking your eye to the clock to make sure you had time before your next class. You were a college student after all, you did have priorities. “I don’t know how to thank you enough…” You trailed off suggestively, biting your lip again to hold in your laughter as you heard Jungkook’s sharp intake of breath.

“Could you… say it?” He asked hesitantly, and you decided to torture him a little more.

“Say what, Jungkookie?”

“Um…” He mumbled, embarrassed, before lowering his voice and speaking faster, as if that would save his pride, “-could you say you love me, please?”

“Oh,” You sighed in a condescending brand of realisation. Even after so many times, it was still a rush when Jungkook gave up his own pride because his need for you was more powerful. You were more powerful, no matter how much Jungkook thought he was the muscles in this operation.

“Of course. Jungkook…” You murmured sensually, and listened to his anticipatory silence, “…I love you.”

There was a pause in which you assumed he jizzed in his pants or something equally pathetic.

“I love you too!” He replied, pleased, “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve got to go. I’ll do what you want right away, don’t worry!”

He hung up quickly, like he always did. So eager to do your bidding. So twisted and naïve and gullible. You snorted to yourself, and waited for him to send the confirmation pictures.

+ bonus

You came to consciousness slowly, in that awkward dislocation of fuzzy sight and swimming sound which always came from being drugged.

“Jungkook,” You snapped as soon as you could figure out how to use your mouth, and the flesh-coloured lump in front of you flinched slightly. “What did I say about kidnapping me?”

The Jungkook-sized blur slumped slightly.

“That I… might not be allowed to do it.”

“That you can’t do it.” You corrected him irritatedly, “Jungkook, I have to study.”

“I’m sorry,” He fretted, wringing his tattooed fingers together (he had originally gotten your name, but you made him cover it up with another, more innocuous design) “I just… want some time with you.”

“Tough.” You replied harshly, “Untie me. Now.”

He immediately started unwrapping the soft cords wrapped gently around your wrists, massaging your wrists as he did so to increase the blood flow. Normally, when Jungkook kidnapped you, you were more patient and understanding, but fuck, you literally had a quiz tomorrow and Jungkook thought this was a good time to play house??

“You aren’t… mad at me, are you, baby?” He asked nervously, and you schooled your features into a more neutral position.

“I’m not mad. Just disappointed.”

“Oh,” He mumbled dejectedly.

“You really do have to stop kidnapping me, Jungkook.” You told him sternly, “Just ask me to hang out.”

“But you never say yes.” He whined petulantly, “You’re always busy.”

“That’s not my problem.” You shot back. Again, normally you would pretend to be more understanding, and even contrite, but you were irritated that he kept doing this despite you telling him to stop several times.

His obsession with you was only fun when you could use it to control him, not when it started inconveniencing you.

You finally could stand up after all the cords were untied, but the drug was still weakening your system. You fell forwards into Jungkook’s chest, and you could tell as his arms came up to hold you that he was considering not releasing you.

“Jungkook,” You warned him, and he regretfully set you on your feet.

“You know, one of these days, I’m really not going to let you go.”

“Uh huh, sure,” You snorted dismissively, turning to the door, which you knew the location of after being kidnapped and taken to Jungkook’s house so many fucking times. “I’ll let myself out. Bye, Jungkook.”

“Bye,” Jungkook whispered as he watched the love of his life walk out the door, mentally cataloguing the drugs he could use next time to more effectively incapacitate you, so he would be able to have you near him for just that little bit longer.

[notnctu]

love me like you do | x.dj ❀

❀ xiao dejun x reader ❀ genre - pure lovely fluff ❀ details - two friends in love with each other, college!au, genderneutral!reader ❀ word count - 1.3k ❀ warnings - swearing, pg kissing ❀ brief synopsis - every kiss begins with a k, but sometimes x marks the spot. 

❀ a/n: im just here to wish this baby dinosaur a happy birthday! he’s also legal now and tho wayv hasnt hit the states yet,, he best get turnt when they do hehe. jokes aside, he’s the cutest baby boy & deserves so many kisses! this is based off of up from here by wayv which is my fav song from the album -author doie ❀

you: happy birthday 

dejun from psych2A: i fall in love with you a little bit more everyday 

dejun from psych2A: oh shit wrong person ah ha 

you: .... but same.. 

dejun from psych 2A: that’s not funny y/n

you: but im not trying to be 

Dejun tosses his phone onto the bed, completely unbothered by your text messages. There is no way you are being serious, even he knows that you are the last person to confess over text. While, he is definitely the first person to do so, he smacks his head for accidentally sending it. 

There was nothing going on in his head when he typed it out.. in fact, it’s the easiest text he’s ever written to you. But he genuinely couldn’t believe his slip ups extend as far as something like this. Thank god, you played it off well or else he isn’t entirely sure how he would have taken you blocking his number.

As his screen lights up once more, he glances quickly at your new message.

you: fine ur no fun ): ill just laugh to myself! im here btw

His heart can rest a bit easier today. Dejun finds himself practically tripping over his own two feet as he hurries to open the door for you. And when you appear on the other side, he can’t help the hitch in his breath at seeing your lovely smile. Or when you pull him into a tight embrace, like there is a fear to let him go, but the only fear is whether you can feel the quick pace of his heart. 

It is hard to describe Dejun’s scent, but it reminds you of blooming flowers and familiarity. Overall, you can’t ever get enough of it or him. The truth: you love him enough for your heart to burst.

There are too many countless moments of your confessions to each other, you are more than receptive of Dejun’s regular clumsiness. And every time, you two play it off as nothing happened or a playful joke. However, you can’t wait any longer or keep with the back and forth. Tonight is going to be the night that the birthday boy will know your heart.

“I never understand why you’d want to spend your birthday alone.” Dejun’s arms fall from your waist disappointingly, both wishing that they would hold you for eternity. 

The cute boy runs his fingers through his bed of a mess locks, a wide smile creeping on his soft lips, “well, I’m not alone now that you’re here.”

It sounded less flirtatious in his head, so the heat reaches his cheeks out of embarrassment. The locked stares and subtle small smile reassures him that you didn’t seem to mind the cheekiness. 

Dejun joins you at your side as you pull the small cake out of the box. His gasp of excitement and face of awe makes you dance celebratory circles in his kitchen. Out of impulse, he draws you into another hug where you’re suffocated in his chest and wrapped up lovingly in his comfort. He snuggles his head against the top of your own and wiggles you in his arms.

“I’m so happy, I could cry.” His tiny voice reaches your ears and even though his face isn’t in view, you can imagine his eyes are closed from his gigantic, beautiful smile and his perfectly lined rows of teeth. “Being away from home, I thought I wasn’t getting a cake this year. My mom usually buys it for me.”

“From here on out, I’m going to buy you a birthday cake every year we’re in college together.” With muffles that tickle his chest, it causes him to rumble into a delightful, overjoyed giggle.

The warmth disappears when he lets you go to place the candles. With a flick of your thumb, they catch the impressive flame that hovers over their wicks. Dejun dims the fluorescent lights, letting the fire being the only thing illuminating the room. A smile remains well and shining on Dejun’s face as he pulls you next to him in front of the many melting candles. 

“I want you to blow them out with me. It’s my birthday, but I want your wishes to come true too.” And how can you say no to that? So with a firm nod, you both seal your eyes and think of the first wish on your hearts. 

i wish for a timeless and beautiful dream with you

Dejun is the first to blow out a few candles, making sure to do it softly to save you some. He grins at the sight of your closed eyes and concentrated expression, and with a big huff, you blow your wish into existence as well.

i wish to be loved by you 

This man has no explanation to why he cares about you with his whole existence. Without a second doubt, the answer in his heart is you and it is always going to be you. Through every ambiguous smile and brief moment of implied gazes, he has nothing but love for you.

After cake, you two lounge around in his bed. He can’t take his eyes off of you as the distance between you two shorten. And the beating of his heart races when your lips are inches away from his own.

“I have another present for you. But I’m going to need your permission to give it to you.” The courage inside of you doubles at this very moment, mixing with adrenaline as your eyes dart from his lips to his widen eyes.

Dejun doesn’t understand the implication of your question, but nevertheless agrees to it. His dark eyebrows furrow together when your body scoots even closer to him than before.

The intimate level raises higher than it has ever done so. But, Dejun doesn’t mind and if you weren’t going to do it, he probably would... accidentally. The next thing that leaves your mouth comes to a pure shock to him, leaving his throat dry and a wish that he had taken a mint beforehand.

“Can I kiss you?” The dim lighting in his room unknowingly set the mood in motion with your wondrous eyes blinking back at him, waiting for his permission. 

He isn’t entirely sure how you do it, but the way you can leave him utterly speechless and flustered is unbelievably a talent of your’s. Dejun’s string of stammered words fall from his mouth, “are we being serious-- like you want to? I mean, I want to too.. so yes.”

Almost all hope is lost when your giggle taunts him, but you hold his jaw with hot hands. The intimacy is too hard to ignore when your noses are slightly touching and the scent of your sweetness engulfs him. “happy birthday.” Your whisper grazes his top lip and both flutter your eyes closed.

His statement holds true, especially now that your lips finally have a proper introduction: he falls in love with you a little bit more everyday. All the more, the taste of melted candy and happiness lingers on his lips. Dejun holds his breath, scared that his senses will become overstimulated by you. 

The kiss is broken as you pull away from the eager boy. A light sprinkle of pink tints underneath his eyes, and a soft shyness embodies him. But his lips are plump with the desire for more of you.

“I think I’m in love with you.” There is no perfect unison, no other perfect harmony that you two would have ever shared except for those seven words. Mirroring widen eyes out of shock, fingers feather your delicate lips, there is a suffocating silence that bestows upon the atmosphere.

In a split second, seeing your beautiful flustered figure in front of him, Dejun takes back what he says. He knows he’s in love with you. and hopes to love you in every possible way.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

uwahhh congrats on 200💜💜💜 I'm here for a tbna match up!! (i hope this is on anonymous! im going to use 🥝anon because I don't know how long the limit is)

I'm a bit shy and reserved; I have no qualms about speaking to people or in a group but presenting in front of a class of people around my age and older a bit hard, for example. I also get embarrassed about my interests easily. Not to say I don't enjoy going out and talking to others in moderation-- all in all I think I thrive within my small group of friends, and I talk a lot one on one I find. I also can get fairly excited over my passions easily.

I really love children, and education has always been a passion of mine. I also am really good with them. I am not so good with animals but I love them too. I enjoy cooking as well. I think I enjoy doing a lot for others when I'm feeling bad or stressed (and not procrastinating) as it makes me feel useful and needed.

as for faults, I think im really bad at confrontation. it's an infuriating trait, bit I'd rather much just shut down and not bring up anything over address anything thats bothered me. if I am the one at fault, I'll apologize but when it is an equal issue I have a lot of trouble taking initiative to apologize first. though I am trying now, I still find myself getting anxious and chickening out from ever bringing up anything to others.

I'm not sure if this information is enough, but here is what I've come up with so far. thanks you kindly!

Hey 🥝, thank you so much for the match-up request. 😊 (also, I can relate to the majority of what you wrote. 😅) . I turned it into little headcanons, I hope you don't mind 💕

This was really tough actually. At first I thought Oruggio or Estheath, then when you spoke of education i thought Quiffrey, but in the end I believe Estheath/Ysheath/Esthies (however you spell his name) would be the best fit! It was a really close call though 😅.

I think he is a very patient and overall very calm person. If you have to present something, for example, he would look at you intensely, in a way that tells you: "calm down, I know you can do this"

Proud boyfriend

He would also realise quickly when you don't speak about your interests etc much and subtly make you talk again. He absolutely loves listening to you rambling, and he listens intently! In the beginning his silence might be discouraging, but after a while you'd know he is just giving you his undivided attention

(He'd think you're the cutest)

He, as well, is introverted. He doesn't have many friends (also, I think he would call his team members collegues, even though Utowin and the others are most definitely his friends)

So, I mentioned before that I think he likes or at least respects children, as a few scenes suggest that. So here too, you are both similar

I think he adores everything domestic, bc I think he doesn't really do pda (unless you want to hold hands or something else lowkey), because "his collegues" would annoy/tease him about it later. He also simply prefers loving you in private.

So, as he likes domestic stuff, cooking with you or watching you cook

👌

Regarding animals, I think he has pretty similar thoughts as well. He himself enjoys watching them, but that's about it.

As for the last bit: He is very patient and he can read you like a book. This means that he either calmly talks about the issue that might exist between you both (He is very understanding and empathetic and fights with him would rarely if ever feel like fights, but exchanges of opinions and the search for a solution), or he'll speak to whoever is bothering you/tell someone to stop doing whatever it is that is bothering you

Overall 10/10 boyfriend in my humble opinion ☺

[espinosaurusrexex]

Hater

In which Y/N tries to convince herself that she does not have any feelings for Jeff and miserably fails.

warnings: cursing, a really bad apology (like damn I’m sorry im bad at conversing and it shows lmao)

a/n: For the really nice @ilsolee, who requested something from my Drabble List. Thank you for requesting this. I loved this concept and even played with the thought of breaking it into a series (I ended up not doing that but if you want me to next time, to make it a little longer or even more detailed, just tell me).

As always, I’m open to feedback :)

4. Right now, you’re just being really annyoing.

6. How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?

21. Can I kiss you?

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She hated him. She hated his dumb smirk and his overly attractive body. She hated the way he talked to her and how he didn't seem to care about people when he interacted with them. His cringy beard triggered her and the muscles on his body intimidated her. There was nothing on this man that could attract her to Jeff Wittek.

Well, those were the points. And Y/N wasn't going to change her mind about this awfully handsome man. At least she didn't want to and found herself relaxing every time she dug a little deeper to find more reasons, why she could hate him. As if him being an ex convict wasn't enough reason to keep a distance, Y/N was intrigued by slipping into his past to be a step ahead for every comment he spat her way. That way she could tell herself that, no matter what he would say to her, she knew something about him that nobody else did. And that gave her the feeling of superiority she seeked a little too often these days.

“What do you think about that, Y/N”, Jeff questioned and raised his eyebrows at her, who had yet to answer his question. There it was again: that stupid smirk. God, she wanted to smack it out of his face every time she saw it. And not the gentle way. The way that would leave a red mark in the form of her hand for several hours. Though it was really hard for her to resist that urge right now, she settled for a snarky comment instead.

“I think that right now, you're just being really annoying.” A low hush went through the room and Y/N noticed Jeff’s face scrunching up in a faked, pained one. He continued to place his hand above his heart before relieving a loud cry. 

“You're so mean! Oh god, I think I have to kill myself now.” The rest of their friends laughed, which made Y/N feel quite uncomfortable. 

“Bohoo, you gonna call your mom now?” Y/N scooched deeper into the cushions as she noticed how childish her behavior had been the whole day.

“Honestly, doll. If you want to upset me, you have to come up with some better roasts. That shit was weak. I feel like I’m arguing with a fifth grader.” Y/N groaned. Another thing she hated about Jeff: him calling her ‘doll’ in that dumb Jersey accent of his.

Sending a growl over to Jeff, Y/N stood up and headed towards the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets until she found something to snack her anger away on and proceeded to snatch a water bottle from the fridge. She sat on the counter of David’s kitchen and stared at the white tiles a little longer until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whiff of strawberry entered the room. Carly. Honestly, Y/N didn't want to talk right now. Drowning her anger in food and tv shows seemed far more appealing to her than engaging in a discussion about her well being or a certain other person she didn't want to think about right now. She knew she had embarrassed herself. Not only today, but all the other times she would start to bicker with Jeff about the most random things.

“Hey Y/N/N…” Carly pushed herself up on the counter next to her and took a cookie from her friend's hand. She knew that Y/N didn't want to talk, but she also couldn't help but wonder what fed the deep hatred her best friend had for Jeff. A man, who had actually been pretty nice and funny to Carly during the time they had known each other. Sure, he wasn't the nicest to Y/N, but that was mainly, because her friend never had anything nice to say towards him, either. Carly would have reacted the same way, if somebody would greet her with such an attitude from day one on. She couldn't bring herself to ask Y/N, though. Knowing deep down that she probably had a good reason to behave the way she did.

A nudge ripped Y/N out of her trance. “Jeff is actually pretty nice, you know?” The platine blonde murmured while glancing back to the living room in which most of their friends gathered at the moment. Jeff shared a short glance with her before turning his attention back to the discussion that was going on. 

“Carly, I’m not magically going to love that guy just because you say he’s ‘pretty nice’.” Y/N chuckled in a mocking manner and turned her head towards her best friend. “I don't like him and that’s final. I find reasons to not like him every day and that is ok. I don't have to like everybody you're friends with. If you want to hang out with a former convict, then do it, but don't expect me to join you again.”

Carly sighed before hopping down from the counter to stand between Y/N’s legs. She looked into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sorrow in them, but nothing. Not even a little bit of dishonesty glimmered in her orbs. She let her head down, shaking it in the process.

“If you say so…” Carly went back to the common area and Y/N was left to sit alone again. She stared at the ceiling for a while and then at the walls. After a couple of minutes, that got pretty boring, so she just decided to leave. She didn’t need them to have fun. And she definitely didn't need to show them how bothered she was by her friends hanging out with people that didn't appreciate her.

It had been a week since her last encounter with Jeff and Y/N couldn't help but feel pretty good about avoiding any situations regarding him. She occupied herself with paperwork and her dog, Dax. Fully ignoring the fact that she felt a little lonely inside, she watched her friends’ Snapchat stories daily. The restaurant she was working at had not been that busy the last couple days, which lead to Y/N getting off early and left to spend even more time in her Apartment, alone, with Dax, of course.

Another week went by and to say the least, Y/N was bored. Her daily routines had consisted of eating, working, and sleeping. She had finished pretty much every series existent on Netflix and there was nothing else to do. She found herself sitting on her phone again. This time, almost envying the fun her friends had without her. But she couldn’t bring herself to text them. She needed to prove it to herself and them that she didn't care if they hung out with people she didn't want around. Mainly, she needed to convince herself, but that facade began to falter with every minute that went by.

A sudden knock on her door echoed through the room and Y/N got up quickly. Too excited that something was happening, she sprinted to the door and basically ripped it open. The handle rammed into the wall and left an evident hole, but Y/N didn’t care. 

“I’m done with your shit ass attitude!” Carly stormed into the apartment with heavy steps and came to a stop at the dining table. The confusion was clearly written over Y/N’s features as she watched her best friend stand in front of her with crossed arms. 

“What do you mean?”

Carly scoffed. An action she had perfected over the years she had known Y/N. “I will not stop hanging out with Jeff, just because you don't like him! Accept that for God’s sake!” Her chest was heaving and Y/N had not seen her friend this furious in a very long time.

The tension between them began to rise, but Y/N wouldn't break. “Well then you have a problem, because I will not ‘hang’ with the devil himsel-” But she was cut off by the blonde.

“Jeff. It’s Jeff! You know, you could actually say his name for once! He’s a human being just like everyone else. And it's not fair that you treat him like shit just because of his background. I didn't think that I was friends with a person that is so selfish and shallow that they would reject people based on the things that happened in the past. We all know what he did! And it's not like he is a killer or psychopath! Especially the people in our group of friends should be able to rely on each other and not be scared that there will be talking behind their back. Because you know what?! That’s exactly what happened with Trisha and now everyone hates her! Do you want that?! Then just say it because I need to know!��� 

Her words were like a wake up call. One that hit deep in the gut and spread through the body in hives of pain until it reached the brain and it could actually register what had just been said. Y/N trained her eyes on the floor. If Carly put it that way, it did sound like Y/N had grown into a horrible person. A person, she most certainly didn't want to be. Not in her or anyone else’s eyes. It pained her to see, how wrecked her friend got by the thought of Y/N being like the person Carly had described seconds before.

“Y/N! Fuck! Say something! … God damn it, I need by best friend back and I need to know if she’s still here.”

With that, Y/N couldn't hold it anymore. A loud sob escaped her lungs and the tears followed soon after. 

“I’m so sorry, Carly.” , she sobbed as she tried to stop the tears from falling, “I’m so sorry, I’m a horrible person…”

Through blurry eyes Y/N could see her friend trying to prevent some tears from falling as well, but she kept quiet. Waiting for an explanation on her end. 

“I don’t hate him. I don't hate him for his past or his humor I don't hate him at all. God why is this so hard?!” Y/N kept wiping away the salty wetness on her cheeks and proceeded to talk. “I just thought that… if I told myself that I didn't like him, I would believe myself, eventually. I don't care if he went to jail or prison or whatever. I don't care at all… I just wanted to protect myself and I guess, I went a little too far…”

Silence. It was crushing and if silence had a sound in this second, it would have been something that would make your ears explode. Carly knew, what her best friend meant when she said ‘she wanted to protect herself’. It had been a secret between the two of them, but Y/N didn't exactly have the best relationships in the past. In fact, Y/N and her ex-boyfriends all ended on bad terms. And it had taken at least three month and about five pounds of ice cream or chocolate to make her leave the house again, every time. Y/N didn't seem like it, because of her sassy attitude, but she got attached too quickly and fell way too hard. Carly should have suspected it, seeing that Jeff checked pretty much all of the boxes Y/N’s ex’s did, too. She felt regret rushing through her for throwing those words at her, but she was fairly desperate herself, being without her best friend for over two weeks. They had both been too stubborn to text each other and now they saw what it did to them. They were both devastated and exhausted. It didn't do anyone any good if those two were not together at least once a day.

“You have to tell him.” Carly spoke after ten minutes of remaining silent.

This made Y/N snap her head up again. “I can’t! Not after everything, I have said to him!” Her eyes were wide in shock and she stepped closer to the blonde girl leaning on her table. “Besides, we both know that the last weeks were just foreshadowing of what would happen if Jeff and I would… “ She didn't speak any further, noticing that she had actually said his name out loud for the first time.

“Well, you have to at least say something to him! Apologize. Because whatever is happening right now, is just childish.” 

Carly was right. Y/N hated when her friend was right. And even though it was probably going to be more embarrassing than her fist time, she knew that she had to talk to Jeff.

Believing that nothing would change her mind about said man was probably a stupid thing to do. To say she was nervous to talk to somebody, she had spent the past year insulting, even more so. The whole time, she was so focused on his background and things magazines and haters wrote about him, she had never even considered to investigate further into his personality. Not that she had thought it was going to be any better than her assumptions, anyway. Though, she never had a friendly conversation with him, she had to admit that she had always been the one starting the snappy comments and he probably just followed along.

With that in mind, Y/N stood at a balck door with the number 703 printed on it in gold. How was she going to approach this? She didn't know, either. But she knew that she had to fix it somehow. Y/N wasn't a bad person after all and seeing that she had the opportunity to at least try and fix things, cleared her conscious a little. 

She knocked on the door gently, secretly praying that noone was home and she could just push this event to another day, but her hopes were shattered after a few seconds. The door opened and behind it was the man himself. Shirtless, of course. He had a toothbrush in his right hand and was holding the door open with the other. The light from the window behind him made his body glow in a sunrise-orange tone and Y/N had to scold herself for comparing him to an image of Adonis right there. His questioning facial expression changed to a cocky one as soon as he registered who had been interrupting his morning routine on this day and he moved his body to the side to motion for her to come in. Y/N followed his demands, inspecting his home. Even though she had known him for several months now, she had never even seen his apartment complex before. And looking at the plane walls surrounding rooms that were provided with a minimum of furniture, she decided that she had not missed out on anything. It was the typical man cave. With its lack of decoration and the fminine touch that made every home a home, it appeared rather unwelcoming and cool to her. 

Jeff returned from the bathroom without the toothbrush and went to the fridge to get some water. 

“What did I earn your company with on this fine morning?” Jeff cocked an eyebrow at the woman standing in his living room. It was pretty relaxing that she had not started this morning with an argument and Jeff didn't know it yet, but Y/N was about to surprise him for the second time today.

With that, Y/N turned to him and took his body in one more time before shrugging her shoulders and continuing to look around his apartment. The apology she had planned was weighing on her chest, but now that she was actually standing here with him, alone, she didn't know if ‘I like your shirt’ was the best entry into this conversation. Apart from the fact that he was not even wearing a shirt, it was the best Y/N had come up with for an icebreaker. 

She noticed some dog toys on the floor and decided to settle with that for the start.

“I Have a dog, too.” Y/N motioned to the water bowl next to her and forced a smile on her face to try and hide the humiliation that spilled over her in a giant wave.

Jeff looked into her eyes intently and answered with a frozen expression. “Yeah mine died last week.”

“Oh.” ‘I like your shirt’ suddenly seemd a lot less stupid. Y/N escaped a nervous laugh as she tried to come up with something to say, but Jeff just chuckled after noticing her puzzled expression.

“Just kidding, Nerf’s at the groomers.” A rush of adrenaline filled Y/N veins by those words. He was a dick, but she had to get this over with, somehow. Otherwise, Carly would whoop her ass and send her back to his door, right after and Y/n was not planning on this event to happen.

“Why don't you just tell me something you hate about this place and we take our separate path’s again?” Jeff was serious. He couldn't figure out, why she was here, or what she could possibly want from him, other than a battle of words, he would win anyways. So when Y/N fell silent again, he couldn't help but wonder if this was about something bigger than just another snarky comment.

“No.” Y/N looked away. Too big was the embarrassment she would face in the next minutes, if she was really going through with her plan of apologizing.

They had come so far already, not being caught up in an argument about something inconsequential for the whole time they were in his apartment and jeff could sense the conflict in her mind from a mile away. He was a pretty good liar himself and that subconsciously helped him to read people fairly well.

“How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?” A smirk snugg onto his face, again while he approached her from behind, trying to turn her focus to him.

Y/N had shivers running down her spine with those words. There was no denying, anymore. Jeff was an attractive man, but the fact that he knew it, gave her enough reason to not let him know how she felt about him. It was tough, and seeing that he had a dog, left her wondering if there weren't many more things they had in common. 

She turned around and stared up at him. Jeff was dangerously close to her, but Y/N did not attempt to increase the distance between them. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but the things she would say next were uncomfortable, too. Where was the point in changing anything about their current situation when she knew that it only got worse from here on? Exactly, there was none.

“What I’ve been meaning to say is that… I’m sorry. I have been mean to your for the sake of keeping you off my mind and it didn't even work. I just started beef with you, because I was scared. I was scared to face the fact that you are a pretty nice guy and on top of that someone I could actually fall for. You have been nothing but nice to all of my friends and even me. That is, until I started to open my stupid mouth. I’m incredibly sorry, Jeff. I hope you know that everything I said to you was not to be taken seriously. And that I’m not mad at you for the things you said to me. I honestly think, I deserve for those to be tattooed on my forehead for my shitty behavior. I’m… ugh… I’m just sorry and I hope that we can start over. I would love to be your friend if you want that, too. Though, I would understand if you don’t. I’m sorry, I truly am.”

That was a much needed release of pressure, which was crushing Y/N’s soul with every second she had to hold it in. The hardest part was over. Now, she just had to deal with the consequences. And those were something Y/N surely did not expect.

“Can I kiss you?”, was all he said as he searched for her eyes in the glimmer of the morning sun rising outside his windows.

 A shocked expression covered her face. She had just overcome the most embarrassing thing she could imagine and Jeff had totally ignored her. Rude.

“What?”

Jeff chuckled. “It's just, what you just said was pretty hot and I would just like to kiss you right now.”

Noone had ever initiated a kiss this casually and Y/N didn't care anymore at this point. She knew that the second Carly had told her to talk to Jeff, her mission of protecting herself from him and the eventual heartbreak, would be cancelled. And she was a 100% right.

“I guess I have a thing for people apologizing. Especially if they are as pretty as you.” Y/N shivered. That was, in a weird way, the sweetest thing she had heard in a long time and she couldn't help but nod her head ‘yes’.

Jeff didn't hesitate for another second. Too strong was the longing he had felt for her from the second she introduced herself to him months ago. He pushed his lips against hers, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes and locking her hands on his shoulders for support. They shared a closed mouth kiss for a couple of seconds before Jeff grabbed the back of her head with one hand. The other sneaking down her spine and stopping at the small of her back to push her even closer to him. A small whimper escaped Y/N’s lips and Jeff took that opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth to french kiss. He explored her mouth, not leaving one corner untouched or unappreciated. Jeff was good at it. He was so good at it that Y/N just let herself fall into the kiss and let him take the lead, not even ringing his tongue for dominance. After a couple of seconds, she snuck her hands up his neck and buried her fingers into the buzzed hair on the back of his head. The stubbles tingled her skin and she just melted farther into his body. 

They broke apart after what felt like hours. Both panting, they looked at each other still wrapped into one another. There was a comfortable silence and tension between the two of them that was buzzing in their heads like electricity.

“You know, I always liked you, Y/N. I knew you would drop your act, eventually and just be mine.” Jeff grinned down to her, knowing he had finally won her over.

“Keep up that attitude and I can't promise anything.” Y/N smiled, too. She was willing to see where this was going, but for now she would just live in the moment and enjoy the time, in which no one gave her a reason to worry about anything. Especially not Jeff.

[your--isgayrights]

hello hi 2 7 11 13 25 26 31 (👁️👁️) and 32. i know its a lot but im curiouss

afklasfsf hello!!! don’t worry i love the excuse to ramble haha.

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

Hmmm this is one that can be sort of simple to answer but also sort of complicated? I write fanfiction because it’s my way of processing the way that the original work made me feel, like it’s a natural decompression. It’s also just something that it’s good to have a creative outlet for. I’m not really a person who does self inserts or ocs in fanworks, but I do think that I put a lot of myself into my writing. When there are emotional parts of my work, they are directly coming from the way that I have felt in a certain time in my life. Fanfiction lets me use characters that other people already know to communicate these feelings and have them be understood by someone other than myself.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Getting started writing is always a struggle for me, because I’m very good at daydreaming and writing nothing down. I have so many snippets from moments of inspiration that I had that somehow translated into scenes in my notes app, but stitching them together with transitions can be hard for me to start doing. Usually to get in the mood, I will read other fics in the fandom or reread the original work itself. That gives me ideas and keeps the characters voices in my head haha.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

This is sort of outside of orv, but I have this very specific niche of writing adult characters who went through traumatic situations in their child or teen years. The trauma will usually be from the original text, and then I will want to write the character after the fact, growing up and being old and somehow just managing to live even after all of that. Having this feeling of existing after the war, of marveling at the fact that you are still alive, is very important to me.

Rest under the cut!

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Hahaha.... Um. If we’re talking about when I first wrote any sort of fiction based on fiction, it was probably warriors cats when I was like... 8. If we wanna talk about first published work, I am embarrassed to say that I do in fact have three separate ao3 accounts for a couple different fandoms. My first fic was from Danganronpa V3, but I’m going to ask that no one go looking for it because I’m a bit embarrassed.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Yes... I might publish a collection of scenes from other povs once I get through “and at the very least, the wall will change.” because I have a sort of mental map of the way that every character feels in a scene that can be sort of limited by writing only from KDJ’s perspective.

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Honestly I have a 40+ chapter fic I was writing for a different fandom that I want to get back to some day, but the way that I planned it out was vastly overestimating my own writing abilities, and I sort of hate the way it starts out now. This is why I know that getting the eight chapter “and at the very least, the wall will change.” done is very doable for me, though, because I learned from the experience.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Oooh haha yeah. I dunno, there are a few stories that I’ve had in my head over the years (I used to make a lot of comics of original characters), but nothing I’m making content for right now. I had a story way back when from the perspective of a boy who is best friends with a kid named Ravi. Throughout the story you get the sense that Ravi takes the pov character for granted, as he seems constantly depressed and troubled by something that the pov character desires to fix because of some sort of emotional history between them. Everything in the world seems to be about Ravi. But then it begins to creep in that everything in the world really is centered around Ravi. A long time ago, he gained the power to reset the world, and make it in his image. But no matter what he does, the world that he wants doesn’t come out right, and none of the people in it seem real to him, because they only do what he wants them to. The climactic scene is Ravi breaking down in front of the pov character and asking him what he wants, that he must want something, that he can’t really be dead. Ravi has reconstructed his old life, and the pov character is the shell representing his best friend that died when he remade the world. The pov character only wants what Ravi wants, though, and in the end, he kills him.

It was from like my junior year of high school, and I think that writing that one was my way of processing one of my longest childhood friendships ending, so sorry if its a bit angsty!

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

Oh nooo I’m terrible at summaries. Um. Uh.

“KDJ doesn’t value himself. YJH is traumatized about it. Romance.”

[mochiiyaya]

Happy Birthday To Oikawa ✨

word count: 980

genre: fluff

It was your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted to make it special for him since you can tell he was having a tough time lately. You were waiting for him at the park you first met. It's funny since at first you didn't like him so much. In school he seemed to be the type of person who is douche, is all about himself, and has a girlfriend left and right plus you always saw him flirting with multiple girls. The only reason you got closer to him was because of a project.  You had to admit he was attractive but you care more about their personality because what's the point in having a good looking boyfriend if he was just a huge jerk who had no personality. When you both met up for the project you would always go to his house since he insisted on going and you didn't really care. Once you stepped into his room you could see posters of aliens and many other things related to space. You let out a small laugh as he quickly stored his alien related things away. “I thought I had put them away please forget about it…” He said with embarrassment. In your mind you thought it was cute knowing the attractive setter loved aliens or things relate to them. Surprisingly today you both finished part of the project earlier than usual so you decide to bring up your thoughts of aliens to start a conversation. “I'm sure aliens exist because i can't believe we are the only living beings in the whole universe.” You said as you looked over to him.

When you turned to him you could see how his eyes lit up when you said that. You could practically see stars around him. “Thank you, that's what I always tell my friends but they just laugh or make fun of me.” He said as he crossed his arms. “Wait so you don't think it's weird like not at all?” He said waiting for your answer. “No, I'm actually glad you have this side because it gives you character and i like that.” You said, giving him a smile. You just broke him with that but he wont show it. After that you too start talking about your thoughts on aliens and many other things. Ever since then Oikawa looks for you but he’ll make it seem like it was a coincidence that you bumped into one another or when he sees you he’ll call out to you and greet you. After a while you start catching on since your little run-ins have become more frequent and you don't really see him flirting with many girls but you didn't want to jump into the conclusion he liked you or he stopped because of you. Like the Oikawa Tooru liking you no never right? Once the project was about to end you wish only to spend more time with him. Over the weeks you couldn't help but fall for him. Maybe it was his love for aliens or how he wasn't the person you thought he was. “Y/n? Y/n-chan?” He said as he waved his hand in front of your face. You jump a bit before responding. “Oh sorry Oikawa, I guess i started daydreaming.” You said. “Come on we're going somewhere.” He said as he grabbed your hand. Once you both got out of his house your face still flustered since he hasn't let go. “Uh Oikawa, you can let go of my hand now.” You said as you looked at him. 

He didn't answer but kept on walking. He stopped at the park where he almost accidently hit you with a volleyball. You both sat down on a nearby bench. ”Y/n I like you a lot and I know how i act sometimes. I know I might not act like it but I do. It's just I'm worried that you’ll leave me like my ex-girlfriend did. I know I dedicate myself to volleyball too much but I um want to make us work.” He said as he turned his head to look at you. Your eyes widened. You look and turn around to see if he was actually talking about you. “I'm talking to you dummy.” He said, still looking at you. “I think I’ll like that too” You said smiling at him while tightening your grip. 

You look and turn to see the same park where you both confess to each other with a soft smile. “Y/n~chan~” You heard a familiar voice. As you saw him you started walking towards him with a smile. “Hi to you too Tooru.” You say as he grabbed your face to place a kiss on your forehead. You grabbed his hand and started walking. ”Happy birthday and now come on let's go on our date.” You said, giving him a smile. As the days went by the end of the day you ended up in his room cuddling while watching a movie about aliens and space. “Tooru.” You said breaking the silence. He hummed in response “Yes my beautiful girlfriend”. It went silent again before you spoke. “I love you Tooru, I really do. I know you've been overworking yourself but you got to take care of yourself. You get me worried sometimes. I believe that your skills for volleyball are good enough. Im proud and happy to call you my boyfriend. So please believe in yourself like i believe in you” You said. “I love you too Y/n. How did I get so lucky? You're the best. Thank you it really means a lot knowing you believe in me.” He said holding you tighter as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Happy birthday Turoo my alien lover boyfriend.”

❥ a/n : hi guys i hope you enjoy this short story. 💞✨

[muwur]

Hiii and welcome!! May I please request for the lovable annoying baby Hinata who has a HUGE crush on this popular girl in his class and one day she sees him at the mall or something and rushes to him begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend because there’s a group of guys that won’t leave her alone and that’s when she finally realizes that this gorgeous sweetheart exists and Hinata is just on cloud 9 the entire time but then he remembers it’s all fake :((((( teeeee

✿ pretend boyfriend pt. 1

♡ scenario ♡ for hinata

❧ fem reader

✎ 3.2k words

a/n: aw hello ty for the welcome <3 also this request made me cackle AAHAHAHAHA. also this format is interesting lolol, im so indecisive about how i want it

anyways, hope u enjoy hehe >.> this came out a lot longer than i had originally planned but did i even have a plan in the first place buut i aint complaining LOL

also yes theres going to be a pt 2 firhfnxfwifj hehe

requests: open! pls bbys dun b shy i have summer skool soon fml i need this to make me procrastinate on work LMAO

-having been preoccupied with volleyball, crushes never crossed Hinata’s mind

-however, he was about to find out that he was quite clueless when it came to love

-he found himself speeding to school on his bike one morning, riding at breakneck speed to try to make it on time

-ahhhh, i was so excited about the first day of going to karasuno and seeing their volleyball team that i couldnt sleep until 4 am...!

-that explains why he overslept

-lost in his thoughts, he nearly failed to notice the girl who was walking in front of him

-and so, at the very last minute, he swerved. i nto a tree.

- “oh my gosh! are you okay??”

-if he wasn’t okay before, now he’s cURED because the most beautiful girl was looking down at him with an outstretched hand, concern in her eyes

-he jumped up instead and waved his arms in front of himself, blushing and nodding, “y-yeah, I’m fine! don’t worry about me, a-are you okay??”

- “you’re the one who crashed into the tree!” you responded with shock as you moved to pick up his bike off the ground (luckily, it was undamaged)

-he took the handlebars after you offered them to him

-you frowned slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve watched where i was going. are you hurt?”

-he was too busy gawking at you to realize his head started bleeding

-cue you yelling frantically “y-your head! it’s bleeding!” and rushing him to the nurse’s office

-in his head: ‘i-im holding her hand’

-nearly combusted on spot

-and that was how he met you

-later he found out he actually shared the same class with you!

-though you never seemed to notice LOL

-you sat on the opposite side of the room, closer to the front of the class

-he sat all the way in the back, so it’s not like you would’ve really seen him but it was the perfect spot for hinata to stare at you and not pay attention to class

-and during breaks or when the teacher left the room for a few minutes, everyone around you would try to spark up a conversation with you

-oh how he wished he could make you smile and laugh like that too

-and whenever he saw you outside of class, he hid immediately (behind walls, doors, lockers, people *coughkageyamacough* “hinata boke!”, etc) and admired you from afar, way too nervous to approach you after your first encounter several weeks ago

-he just kNOWS he’ll do something stupid and end up a stuttering, blushing mess

-besides, you probably forgot who he was ;((

-one day at lunch, he hid behind yamaguchi, who was confused until he followed hinata’s intent gaze to your form, which was walking by in front of the pair

-kageyama, who also took notice, smiled devilishly

- “pfffft, she’d never glance your way”

- tsukki deadpanned, “you don’t stand a chance. she’s way too pretty for you and people are lining up just to talk to her”

-cue hinata fighting kags n tsukki, blushing and with tears pricking at his eyes

- “aw, guys, don’t be so mean, I think he just has a crush!” yams snickered what an angel (no i am not in love w this man)

-one weekend, hinata was out in a nearby shopping area to get some snacks for natsu cuz she wouldn’t stop bugging him about it (“you ate the rest of my candy, so you have to go get me some more!”)

-as he was leaving the store, hand in his bag, he felt a tug on his sleeve and heard a “psst”

-some higher being must’ve blessed him that day because here he was, face to face with the girl who’s been on his mind everyday for several weeks

-sdgfhjkljihyuitufjhk

-error.exe

-he opened his mouth to say something, maybe like a:

-“h-hey! you look familiar, I totally don’t know your name or think about you before i sleep at night, s-so hOWS the weather???”

-but before he could humiliate himself speak, you gave him a small smile and asked, “aren’t you the guy i took to the nurse after you crashed into that tree?”

- “y-yeah, that was me!” he stuttered out

-he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but he could feel his palms get sweaty and his body quiver with pANIC

-you stifled a giggle with your hand (hinata: so cute dfghjfgljkl) "im glad to see you’re doing well. sorry, i never introduced myself. my name’s y/n, what’s yours?”

-you extended your hand as a greeting

-yet all he could do was stare at it, dumbfounded

-the two brain cells he owned said we ouTTIE

- “my name’s hinata!” he yelled dramatically for no reason. “sorry, my hand’s a bit sweaty, otherwise i would shake yours!” so instead, he bent forward in a bow

-eyes wide at his sudden outburst and gesture, you laughed in response and waved a hand, “it’s okay, really! nice to meet you again, hinata”

-a few moments of silence passed by, he was still bending over, and you were looking at your surroundings awkwardly

-risking a glance up, he caught a nervous expression on your face, and it made his eyebrows furrow in concern

- “hey, are you okay?” he asked as he straightened his body

-nice. smooth and direct.

-you sheepishly looked at the ground and absentmindedly itched the side of your head, twirling a strand of hair with your finger

- “this is kinda embarrassing, but um... could you do me a favor? i promise it’s nothing too bad!”

-little do you know he would literally do aNYthing for you right now

- “of course!” he replied a little too quickly. “w-what is it?”

- “soooo, i ran into these guys from school earlier, and they won’t stop bothering me, especially this one guy. a lot of girls like him and think he’s cool, but he’s such a jerk! i honestly don’t know what they see in him. he’s been so insistent on dating me the past few weeks that i try to avoid him as much as possible...”

-you shyly looked up at him and he had to refrain from exploding

- “could you please, uh, pretend to be my boyfriend?”

-b-b-b-boYFrIeNd??

- “y-y-y-your b-b-b-boyf-f-friend?” he managed to sputter

-you clasped your two palms together in front of your face like a prayer and leaned forward slightly, closing your eyes. “just for today, i promise! i remember you were really sweet when i first met you, so i thought i could ask you! i need to get a few things and i know he’s still around here, so i might run into him and his friends again. also, earlier, i uh... kinda told him i had a boyfriend to see if he would back off, but i think it just made him angrier...”

-you were talking a bit too fast for hinata’s nonexistent brain to process, but he got the gist

-basically, he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of some guy that wouldn’t leave you alone

-it almost sounded like a dream come true

-except for the fact this was all fake and he wasn’t actually your boyfriend

-BUT HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU AND PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING HE WANTED TO BE

-AND PROTECT YOU

-AND HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU

-but...

- “err, how do i do that?”

-you looked back up at him questioningly. “do what?”

-he looked off to the side in embarrassment. “w-well, i’ve never really dated anyone, so i’m not sure how to act and make it believable...”

-you clasped his hands making him even more flustered and jumped up in excitement

- “so you’ll do it??”

-he could only manage to nod in response

- “great! ahhhh, thank you so much! you don’t know how much i appreciate this! as for the acting... well, we just have to do couple-y things. y’know, hold hands, stand close to one another, feed each other, take pictures together, kiss, all that stuff. just follow my lead!”

-did his ears deceive him?

-did you just say

-kISS??

-he?? was going to get?? to?/ kisS yOu?//dfokgjif

-he definitely looked like an idiot right now

-wide eyes glazed over, mouth opened slightly for the soul leaving his body, a grey and sickly pale complexion, stomach twisting from nerves and butterflies

-noya and tanaka would be so jealous

-and possibly kill him so they could replace him as your pseudo boyfriend

- “hinata? what’s wrong, d-did i say something?”

-your concerned voice brought him back to earth

-gazing into your cute, confused eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled

- ‘im acting so uncool right now! y/n needs my help!’

-he mustered up the courage to flash you a determined smile and a thumbs up. “i’ll be the best fake boyfriend you could ever ask for!”

-you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat

-you chuckled at his genuine display and smiled back. “then in that case, would you mind tagging along as i pick up a few things?”

-he could barely hold himself together when you clasped his hand and scooted close to him

-so close he could smell a pleasant scent wafting from you

- ‘i cant believe this is happening im holding her hand agAIN was this meant to be—‘

-and then his mind went blank for like the hundredth time in the last several minutes

-he followed you around, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart and ignore the warmth that remained on his cheeks

-how could you be so calm when you two were holding hands for so long?? (kags: it means she doesnt like u)

-he was both elated and terrified at the same time

-hinata couldn’t help but relish the way your fingers felt interlocked with your own

-how you slightly swung your arms together as you walked

-the way your eyes shone as you talked so casually with him

-the crinkle of your eyes and the sweet sound of your laugh when he said something that was apparently funny

- ‘fjjkdjnf i made her laugh‘

-he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair brushed your face when you leaned forward to inspect an item on a shelf

- “this is kinda cute, don’t you think?” you held up a small plush of a hedgehog

- “y-yeah, adorable!” but i’m not talking about the hedgehog

-it was no surprise to him, really, to see why you were so popular with everyone

-what’s not there to like? aside from your stunning beauty and intelligence, you were naturally charming and radiated an aura that just drew others in

-two hours passed and you both ended up sitting at a table, hands linked together across the table’s surface

- “ah, i need to answer this,” you breathed out, letting go of his hand to rummage your bag and answer your ringing phone

-ngl his hand was already getting cold and he missed your touch

-after a few nods and short replies, you ended the call and stood up

- “well, now that i’ve gotten everything, i have to head home now. ..”

- “oh... i-i mean, oh, alright! uhh, it was nice um, shopping with you!”

-his heart sank a bit now that this blissful time had come to an end

-disappointment seeped in hello darkness my old friend

-you, too, were a bit dismayed. you never expected to have enjoyed your time with him that much

-how come you never saw him at school? you definitely would’ve loved to get to know him more...

- “y-yeah, i had a good time, too! er, shopping, i mean! thanks again for following me around, though. you’re really sweet, hinata. i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help...”

- ‘come on, this is your chance!’

-boyo took another deep breath and opened his mouth to say, “y/n, could we do this again som--”

- “y/n! heyyy, i’ve been looking for you, sweet cheeks!”

-you both whipped around to see a group of guys approaching your table

-quickly, you pulled hinata close to you and whispered in his ear, “act natural.”

-nAtUral?????

-nodding, he stood up straighter and hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist

-then stiffened in fear when you were both surrounded by a group of guys who were all way taller than him

-you gave the boys a suspicious eye and scooted closer into hinata’s touch

-“what do you want? for the last time, i am not going out with you. don’t you know anything about respecting other people? besides, i’m already with someone,” you huffed

-the one in the front cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you two

-he had silky dark hair, smooth skin, a captivating gaze, and a smirk that could creep right under your skin

-“you expect me to believe small fry’s your boyfriend? him? with YOU? you could do so much better, buttercup. I could make you feel so good.”

-hinata could tell this guy was bad news. really bad news. he was the type who wouldn’t take no for an answer

- ‘ahhh, what do i do?? if i just stand here, he’s gonna keep harassing her! and possibly even hurt her...’

-the guy inched closer to you, much to your obvious discomfort as you stepped back, and he reached out to touch your cheek

-but hinata was quicker, and he slid in front of you before the guy could lay a finger on you

- “leave her alone! she obviously wants nothing to do with you.”

-the fiery glint in his eye was almost enough to make the other guy back off, but his pride wouldn’t let him

-angry, he instead grabbed fistfuls of hinata’s collar and spat in his face, “say that again, shorty.”

-hinata continued to stare into the other guy’s eyes daringly and grabbed a hold of his wrist in response

- “she said no. quit harassing a girl who’s made it clear she’s not interested, or else.”

- “or else what.”

-his grip on the guy’s wrist tightened and his eyes sharpened. “you’ll have to get through me, first.”

- “tch,” the taller male scoffed. he let go of hinata, pushing him back and glaring as he did so. then he glanced over at you still standing behind the orange-haired boy

- “bet you’ll get bored of shortstack over here soon enough. i’ll be waiting,” he remarked with a wink

-then he and his friends turned and walked away, disappearing from view

-hinata, who’s been running on pure adrenaline during this whole encounter, then collapsed on the floor from all the excitement and terror he tried to contain

- “h-hinata?!” you gasped, using your arms to support his sluggish body

- “ahhh... i thought he’d at least swing at me, but i got lucky...”

-he sounded breathless

-however, the last thing he expected was the soft press of your lips on his cheek

- “thank you, hinata. i really appreciate the way you stood up for me back there. no one’s ever really done that for me.”

-how many times can you die and come back to life in the same day?? p sure hinata’s broken the record for that by now

- “o-o-o-of course! i couldn’t just let him keep thinking that going after you like this is o-okay! i-i didn’t even do much, i-i mean you’ve been standing up to this guy for weeks, this was the least i could do to help--”

-and you were huGGING HIM

-he awkwardly returned the gesture, eyes wide with shock as he patted your back

- “i mean it. thank you. i hope he backs off, but...” you bit your lip and pulled away

- “w-what’s wrong...?”

-you sighed. “i have a feeling he’s still going to be bothering me for a while. i hate to ask this of you, but...”

- “could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit longer? at least until he gets the hint and stops...?”

-did this mean...

- ‘dating’ you at scHOOL???

-kageyama and tsukki will never let him live it down, he could already imagine their comments

- “why’d she pick you of all people for this job?? you’re so?? you???”

- “couldn’t she have chosen to be with someone more believable??”

-he shook his head from his thoughts

- “i-is that a no?” you asked worriedly

- “n-no! i mean, yes! i mean, ignore that! i can pretend for as long as you need, y/n.”

- “ahhh, thank you so much, hinata! i promise i’ll treat you to something in return!” you brought him back in a hug, swaying side to side in glee

-you both stood up after you let go. “we should exchange numbers!” you suggested

- ‘oh my gawd, im getting her number rdftegiuofref’

-tanaka and noya would be so proud tho

-you quickly typed down your contact information on his phone before handing it back to him. “alright, here you go, just give me a text! i have to go now.”

-you picked up your bags and gave him a parting smile. “i’ll see you at school! get home safe!”

-and with that, you were on your way

-he stood there and watched as you left, holding onto the cheek you had kissed earlier

-he couldn’t believe it

extra:

-he had texted you after he got home, giggling like a lovesick preteen (was he not thooo LOL) as he was reading your messages and sharing memes with you

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : oh ye btw, who’s your teacher? also, where do you usually hang out? just so i know where to find you. i never c u around school for som reason

me: oh rlly? thats strange... (pretending like he doesnt hide from you lol) im usually in the courtyard during lunch or in the gym for volleyball practice, and i have class with ms. akio

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : WE’RE IN THE SAME CLASS??? omg im so sorry, i never noticed :((

me: oh no its okay! i sit all the way in the back, so

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : well, i’ll make sure to greet you next time :) ! we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more now, so

-he was still smiling like an idiot when natsu burst open his bedroom door

- “where’s my candy?!”

-shit, you probably took it with all your other bags by accident

- “uhhh....”

- “shoyooooo! you owe me, big time!”

-he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i’ll buy you twice as much tomorrow.”

-he went back to typing away at his phone

-natsu raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “whatcha doinnn?”

- “nothing, go away.”

- “you’ve been on your phone all day!”

- “and?”

- “are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?”

- “n-no!”

- “then why are you blushinggg?? moommm! shoyo has a girlfriend!” then she added to her brother, “can i see her?? is she pretty??”

-he just groaned, putting a hand up to his face to cover his blush, and nodded

a/n: OKAY this def took me longer than i thot AAHAHA but no ragrets. ty for your request, anon, i rlly enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it! there will be a part 2, ill try to get that done soon >.> stay tuned hehe. msg me or send me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist cx <3 have a great day or night, lovelies, wherever you are

[j2lover1999]

Sleeping Buddies

Warning: All arounds smut not gonna lie

This the part that annoyed me with sharing motel rooms with the Winchester’s. Is when it was my turn to share the bed. Don’t get me wrong anyone would kill to share a bed with a Winchester. Except that they seem more of a sister or a friend. So I knew nothing would happen; at least I thought nothing would. This time it was Sam’s turn to get his own bed. This motel room was quite chilly. It was winter and we were looking up a case in northern Quebec for ones of the boys dads friends. I decided to sleep with some grey sweats and a cropped hoodie. After my shower I put those on and brushed my hair quickly before going to snuggle in the covers. Dean joined me an hour later and turned out the lights. I fell asleep pretty quickly. 

The sun was shinning in my face due to having forgotten to close the blinds last night. As my eyes were slowly adjusting, I hear the door close which means it’s about 6 am and Sam was going out for his morning run followed by going to pick up breakfast. Right when I’m about to stretch I notice deans hand brushing up against my rib cage and his body is pressed against mine. This usually never happens but I might as well enjoy as it last. I snuggle back more into him pretending to still be sleeping. His breath starts to slowly quicken which means he’s about to wake up. I slide down a bit so his hand is slightly brushing up against my under boob under my cropped sweatshirt that I’m glad I wore.

 I arch my back so my butt is right against his crotch. To my surprise his hand lift all the way up to my breast and starts massaging it slowly. I try to keep my breath steady so he still thinks I’m asleep. I feel his hips move again my butt slowly and he squeezes my nipple. I let out an involuntary light moan as he keeps playing with my breast.

“I know what you were doing babygirl” he whispers in my ear as he starts kissing my neck and grinding his now hard on against me. “Frankly, you should of tried this sooner”.

He brings his hand down from by breast slowly down my stomach to the edge of my sweats. I close my eyes and wait for him to slip his hand inside but then stops.

“Is this ok?” He asks before continuing further.

I moan lightly before answering “more than ok” as a reach back to put my hand in his hair as he continues to kiss my neck. His hand finally slipping underneath the waist ban of my sweats to my bare freshly shaved pussy. He lets out a moan before spreading my wettness.

“You’re already so wet for me” he says as he enters I finger into my tight hole.

“I might of had a wet dream about you last night” I moan moving my hips against his hand.

“God you’re so hot” he says retrieving his hand from me before flipping me underneath him. He looks me in the eyes with a look I’ve never seen him look at me with before. He goes back to kissing my neck up my jawline and finally my lips. Kissing him was better than I could ever imagine. There was so much passion in the way he was kissing my. He went back down my neck then lifted my sweater to reveal my breasts.

“You’re fucking gorgeous” he says looking me in the eyes before going down to my breast and sucking on one nipple at a time. I moan as I arch into him. This was absolutely surreal. He continued down my rib cage all the way to the edge of my pants. Looking up at me slowly he started pulling them down waiting to see if I would protest except I’d be crazy to turn down dean Winchester. Once they’re off, he lets out a groan as he stares down at my glistening pussy. His eyes trail up my body to my breast then back to my face. He goes back to kissing me as he slowly rubs my clits which leaves me in a moaning mess.

“I love those sounds baby” he says he a lustful husky voice. He goes back down to my centre. His face directly in front of my womenhood as he blow cool air on it teasing me. Before devouring it with his mouth. I let out a scream as my body pushes against its face having never felt so much pleasure.

“Mmh dean don’t stop” I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He adds a finger in pumping it in while still suckling on my clit.

“You’re so tight baby, you’ll feel so good around me” he says as he continues. My head goes back to reality as he says this. I sit up suddenly pulling away from him.

He looks surprised. “What’s wrong babe?” He asks concerned. “Did I hurt you”

“No Dean I’m fine” I say bring the covers up to hide myself before what I have to say next. “I just feel like I have to tell you I’ve never done this before” I say embarrassed looking down at my fingers scared of his reaction. He takes my chin in his hand so I look up at him tears in my eyes from embarrassment. We had a slight age difference. I was 19 and was 28 .

“If you’re willing to do this so am I” he says looking at me lovingly. I couldn’t help it I attacked him crushing my mouth against him and straddling him as we continued to make out our tongues fighting against each other’s. My hips grinding against his now raging hard on only a blanket and his boxers between us. He broke the kiss removing my sweater, staring at my chest as if it was the first time he was seeing them. His lips attached to one of my nipples as I continued to grind against him my hand pulling his hair which earned me moans from him. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I wanted to hear more so I pushed him so he was laying down. I continued to grind on him my hands against his chest. He looked at me admiringly as he put his hands on my hips pushing the blanket off so it was no long converting me. My bare pussy now against his black boxer covered crotch. He let out another moan when he could feel my juices going threw the material.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before” he chuckles grabbing a hand full of my ass pressing me harder against him which made a moan fall out of my lips.

“No you just being out this side of Me” I say breathless as I lean down to meet his lips again.

He picks me up a lays me down under me him never breaking the kiss. He takes one of my hands in his as he guides it to his crotch. My hand automatically started cupping him. I let out a gasp when I realize how big he is.

“Change your mind yet?” He says with a cocky smile.

I smile back before surprising him by pulling his boxers down and taking him in my hand slowly moving he up and down.

“Fuck the feels so good sweetheart but this is about you right now” he says grabbing both my hands and pulling the above my head holding them strongly my body at his mercy. Which turned my on even more both of our body’s completely bare against each other. He removes one of his hands from holding mine up and slides down between my breast , to my ribs, my navels, my pubic bone, then finally to the place I needed him most. He enter to fingers this time while his thumb rubs my clit I arch my back but can’t move much because of him holding my arms up.

“I can’t wait to be inside you babygirl” he says and I moan louder at the nickname. He tilts his head. “Oh you like me calling you that don’t you babygirl”.

I keep moaning not being able to focus enough to answer him. He stops abruptly which cause a whine to come out of my mouth needing the relief.

“Say you like daddy calling you baby girl if you want me to make you come” he says my pussy tightening on his fingers at the mention of the name daddy. “Oh you’re a bad girl arent you”. He says slowly moving his thumb but not putting enough pressure for it to give me what I needed.

“Yes daddy, I’m a bad girl and I like it when you call me baby girl” I moan trying to move my hips against his fingers to get some friction.

“Look at you squirm for me, you’re so beautiful babygirl” he says kissing me before continuing his work on me. Slowly I start to feel tingles all over my body.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum” I say almost screaming.

He stops kissing me and goes down to suck on my clit as he curls his fingers reaching a stop that I didn’t know existed. My whole body starts quivering as I see stars. I couldn’t hear myself moan from the pleasure as I convulsed my pussy clenching around his fingers.

“God baby that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” he says coming up to kiss my letting my arms go so I can wrap them around his neck finally being able to hold him. I feel him running his dick against my wetness letting out moans as I completely sick his dick before he’s even inside me. I moan anticipating the feeling of him inside me.

“You ready baby?” He says rubbing my cheek looking me in the eyes.

“Yes please” I say nodding my head sounding desperate but at this point I don’t care.

He grabs my face making out with me for a good minutes before starting to grind his bare cock against me. Slowly working up till he puts the tip against my hole pushing it in slowly stretching my walls against him. He pulls out then pushes back in moaning. It felt a bit uncomfortable but the face he was making was worth it.

“You feel so good around daddy’s cock babygirl” he says moaning as he continues to trust slowly.

After giving me time to adjust he pushes a bit faster and rubbing my clit at the same time. After a bit, I start moaning as it starts to feel good. I wrap my legs around his waist to get him as close to me as possible.

“Mmh dean you feel so good inside me baby” I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he continues to thrust his dick deep inside me.

“I’m not gonna last long baby you’re so fucking tight” he groans putting his face into my neck sucking on it leaving love bites all the way down to my breast.

“Me too daddy Im so close” I moan as his dick hits my g spot repeatedly.

He starts thrusting faster chasing both our releases.

“Ohh” I yell out my head falling back as a cum around him my vision going blurry. My walls squeezing him pushing him to cum deep inside me as he pushes himself as deep as he can go. His hot cum feeling me up to the brim as he collapses on top of me groaning deeply. As I come down I run my hands threw his hair while he catches his breath. He rest he chin looking up at me like no one has ever looked at me before.

“That was amazing” he says in awe and comes up to kiss me with even more passion than the others his dick still sheeted inside me. He continues to grind against me his dick still hard despite having already finding his release. I mean wrapping my legs around his hips. He finally pulls away breathless.

“Ok we should stop before Sammy comes back and we get to carried away” he says catching his breath.

I raise an eyebrow at him looking down at the where we are connected, “because we didn’t already get carried away” I say with a smirk.

“Mmhi god I love this side of you” he says while grabbing my ass and pulling me up on top of him so I’m straddling him. His dick pushes further into me causing I moan to escape. I start kissing his neck holding him close his hands griping my butt before brushing up my back. He grabs the end of my hair pulling me from his neck. My head now tilted upwards.

“Look at you all marked” he says studying the love bites he had made going down my ventures body. I could feel his dick getting harder inside me. I moan and start grind myself against him not seeming to get enough of him.

“You’re irresistible how could I say no” he groans pushing up into me giving me what I wanted. I moan as he mixes our juices even more within me. Both of us not caring about the mess we’ve created on the sheets. He holds my hips pushing me up and down on him. Impaling me with his thick dick. He sucks on my nipples as he goes faster. My pussy being sensitive from the two first orgasms starts spasming already around him.

“Are you going to come around daddy again babygirl” he says pushing faster up into me as a roll my hips in sink with him.

“Yes daddy I can’t help it you feel so good” I moan but mostly whine as a attempt to go faster. He wraps his arms around me holding me close as he pulls me down again him kissing me as he pushes even faster into me. My body going weak as I let him push me to my orgasm my body trembles around him as I scream against his mouth holding onto him for dear life. He keeps going until he comes once again inside me pushing as far as he can go as he spills his second load into me.

“Fuck” he groans holding onto me while I just lay limp on his chest trying to come back to reality. After laying there for a bit his softened dick falls out of me as our mixed juices run down my pussy. He runs his fingers through my over sensitive swollen lips. Collecting our juices on them then he hold them up to my mouth.

“Suck baby” he says watching me closely as I open my mouth and suckle his fingers my tongue running around them as I taste the salty ness of us both.

“We taste so good” I moan pulling away.

“God why didn’t we do this sooner” he says grabbing my butt and pulling me close before slowly pecking my lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he says getting up then picking me up in his arms. Good thing because my legs felt like jello. He carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter has he started the shower. The steam already filling the bathroom. He turns around and looks at me.

“Every time I look at you I’m breathless babygirl” he says admiring my naked form coming closer to me. “ you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he says putting his hands on my face kissing me once again.

When we pull away I ask, “really you never seemed to” looking at him confused.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you” he admits, “I just never could bring myself to ruin our friendship”.

His fingers brushing his fingers up and down my hips. The lust crazed feeling was gone this was something else.

“Dean?” I say starring into his beautiful green eyes.

“Yeah” he says looking back at me.

I take a deep breath preparing myself for what i was about to say, “I know this is cliché given what we just did but... I love you” I finally admit looking down too nervous to see his reaction.

“Y/N .... I’ve never felt this way about anyone before” he responds so seriously, “I’ve never felt so much passion with someone else ever, I love you too” he says before pulling me into him kissing me while running his hands threw my hair. He pulls away looking at me for a few seconds before loooking back at the shower.

“Can you stand up so we can get you cleaned up?” He says with a smirk on his face.

I laugh before holding onto him as I slide of the counter. I still had to have a good grip on him but i could stand somewhat. He helped me in the shower the warm water feeling good on my now cold skin. He grabbed the shampoo and the shower head he messaged my head getting it all wet before washing my hair for me. Then he rinsed it out and added condition to my wavy brown hair. While the condition worked its magic on my hair he took the body wash and putt some in how hands lathering it on me slowly giving me a back massage and cleaning every part of me before putting some on himself. He took the shower head rinsing out the conditioner from my hair before rinsing his body than mine. He puts the shower head back on it’s stand. Wrapping his arm around me he rubbed my clit slowly gaining an instant moan from me.

“Oh dean that feels so good” I moan leaning against him. He held me up as he got me to my forth orgasm of the day. When we were all done and cleaned up, he wrapped me in a towel and dried me off. I got dressed in some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt because that’s what I always wear. The sweatshirt also helped hide all the hickeys going up my chest. Dean out on his regular jeans with a black t-shirt and a flannel. The typical Winchester look.

“I wonder where Sam is?” He says grabbing his phone looking through it.

“Yeah it is weird he’s usually back by now” I say walking up to him hugging his back breathing in his sent, “has he called you?” I ask.

“Nope not even a text message” he says tensing you a bit.

Just the lock to the room door was heard and I jumped back on the bed away from dean. Sam walked in with a bag with what I assume was breakfast in one hand and a few coffees in the other.

“Sorry it took so long guys, Sunday’s are busy days at dinners apparently” Sam says looking a little annoyed as he takes the food out of the bag and puts the coffee on the little table we had. Instantly I got up and started devouring my breakfast.

“Damn Y/N you’ve worked up quite an appetite” Sam says surprised at your sudden dean sized hunger.

“Well you did take a long time....” I say looking at dean who secretly smirked at me.

“I guess so..” Sam says looking at both of us questionably before shrugging and sitting down himself to eat.

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I Don’t Need A Hero (Part Two)

Summary: You don’t like heroes. They were a sham. But when your quirk disappears you are shocked to find you need them more than you thought. One in particular more than others. 

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: Angst but like? Not really? 

Word Count: ~ 3.3K

A/N: okay listen im sorry this took seven years to come out lol. Life is life. I know there’s some confusion on what the readers quirk is but like I promise there will be a more in depth explanation soon. My asks are always open if you have questions!! I hope y’all like this. 

I’m gonna tag everyone who asked for part two on the last post! Just in case y’all forgot <3 (if that’s not okay lemme know I’ll untag you)

@lady-bakuhoe @shania-chua @raekah @onegaisobaniite @red-riot-girl642

Part One

“So what happened with Chargebolt?” Once you were both back to your car, you finally felt comfortable enough to ask Molly about what had happened at the meet and greet.

“Oh y/n! Oh, it was absolutely amazing! I kept peeking around the girl in front of me when I got up close, and he totally caught me looking. I was so embarrassed, he just kind of stared at me and I felt like I was on fire. He smiled at me and then he winked and I felt like I would pass out on the spot.” Glancing over, you saw Molly was absolutely glowing. Her hands were flying everywhere to emphasize how excited she was. You chuckled looking at her. “That’s not even the best part though y/n! When I finally got my turn to go up to him, he asked my name and told me I was really cute and asked if I’d stay after so I could talk to him more!” Your jaw dropped as Molly went on. You knew your best friend was drop-dead gorgeous, and the best person in the world. But who would’ve ever guessed her all-time favorite pro would be immediately taken with her? 

“Molly! That’s amazing! But... it didn’t take you long to come out and find me after..” realizing what your friend must’ve done you felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over you. “Molly please tell me you waited for him. Please don’t say you left to come find me instead.” The guilty look she threw you made your stomach sink. 

“It’s not like that y/n. I did wait. I figured since I sent Red Riot after you that you’d be alright waiting a little longer. I knew you’d kill me if I didn’t wait for him. So I did! But I definitely left quicker than he would’ve liked… BUT guess what!” Before you could get a word out she interrupted you. “Kaminari and I are getting together tomorrow after his patrol! As long as you’re alright that is.” She looked over at you and you could briefly see that worry back there. 

“Kaminari huh? Looks like you two got close real fast. I told you he’d love you! And Molly… I’ll be okay. It’s just going to take some time right?” That’s what you were hoping. That your quirk would be back in the morning. Or that you’d figure out what had happened. 

“Y/n, you never told me exactly what happened back there. Why can’t you hear anything anymore?” 

“It was weird Mol. You know how I hate being deep in the city like that. Around so many people. Their thoughts were so loud. It was starting to become too much. I pushed through though. For a bit. I was determined to be with you when you met him. Although it turns out you didn’t really need my help did you?” Throwing a quick glance over your shoulder you saw her blush. “Anyway, when we got into that line and Chargebolt came out it got so loud. I was about to excuse myself for a moment when… I don’t know. Everything was too much and then I saw him looking at me and all of a sudden… nothing. I totally freaked Mol. The silence was so loud. I felt like I was drowning in it. So I went outside. And then that stupid hero tried to come to my rescue. Who does he think he is anyway? He doesn’t know me. What could he possibly do to help?”

“Wait back up, are you telling me when you looked at Red Riot it all went silent?” Molly was staring at you with her eyebrow quirked. 

“Yes. That is exactly what I’m telling you. What’s your point?” 

“Well, that seems… sort of like something you would read in a romance novel doesn’t it? Young pretty girl looks at hot young man and all the voices in her head go silent? Sounds kind of dreamy to me.” Glancing over at her, you noticed she was wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

“Molly this is serious! My quirk is straight-up gone and all you can think about is some dumb fantasy? Even if it was some weird ‘hey this guy is your soulmate’ kind of thing you know me better than that. Never a hero. Never. But that’s beside the point! Molly, it’s gone and I can’t hear what anybody is thinking now. As nice as it is to get some peace for once in my life my spatial awareness is so fucked up. Normally I can tell when people are close to me without seeing them. Some asshole back there slammed into me and knocked me down and I didn’t even know he was there until I was on the ground. I have no idea what’s wrong with me and I’m scared, Molly.” She had gone silent beside you. The drive back to your house felt like it was taking years instead of an hour. 

“I’m sorry y/n. You’re right. I should be taking this seriously. We’ll figure this out. Do you want to go see a doctor? Maybe they’ll be able to find something wrong?” 

“Molly if I went to a doctor I’d be a guinea pig. Have you ever heard of someone’s quirk disappearing? Because I haven’t. I’ll figure this out. I’ll be okay. I couldn’t control my quirk very well anyway, right? Who needs it.” But the truth was you were terrified. You felt wrong. Empty. The quiet was so loud. 

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It had been a week since then. As much as you were hoping your quirk would be there when you woke up. It wasn’t. Everything was still quiet. If you were being honest though, after the first few days of being absolutely terrified and feeling helpless and empty, you were starting to enjoy the quiet. It was nice to hear the birds all of the time instead of only when you were 100% alone. Getting used to having to pay attention to your surroundings had been a challenge. And your job performance was taking a severe hit. Having to wait for people to actually tell you their order before you could start making it made things take a bit longer than you’d like. You were about to start getting ready for work when your phone rang. Walking over to pick it up from the counter you saw Molly’s contact picture and answered.

“Y/n! Are you busy right now?”

“Actually yeah. I was just about to get ready for my shift at the cafe, why?”

“Oh dangit. Kaminari is coming over today and I was hoping you would come meet him.” Molly had been talking to the pro hero every day since meeting him. She practically saw him every day too. You knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted to introduce you two. You were thankful to have work as an excuse to put it off. As much as you loved her, you weren’t ready to try and befriend a pro hero. 

“I’m sorry Mol. We’ll meet eventually I’m sure. I have to go get ready now but have fun! Don’t get zapped.” You heard her start laughing as you hung up. 

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A few hours into your shift things started to slow down. You relished the time when the cafe was empty. It gave you a chance to catch up but also admire the view outside. The little cafe you worked at was on the outskirts of the city. Right across from a nature park that was empty more often than not. You loved to look out at the trees and flowers when you got the chance. It’s where you spent your lunch breaks too. Which you decided to do right now. Telling your coworker to man the front, you grabbed your lunch and crossed the street. Laying under your favorite tree you decided to try and figure out what had made your quirk disappear. This had become a daily thing. Taking about 30 minutes to try and piece it together and then pretending it didn’t exist the rest of the time. It had become the best way for you to manage it. Unfortunately, you weren’t any closer to an answer as you were when it happened. You were running out of theories. 

Thirty minutes passed by and you slammed shut your notebook and headed back to the cafe frustrated. You didn’t particularly notice the customers who were in the shop as you went into the back and put your things away. 

“Hey! I’m back from lunch if you want to go take your break!” Your coworker was smiling at you just a little too widely for your liking and you cursed your quirk for disappearing. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?” 

“No there’s nothing on your face. You didn’t tell me you knew Red Riot!” You felt heat rush to your cheeks. How did your coworker even know you had met Red Riot? 

“What are you even talking about? I met him last week and promptly told him to leave me alone. I don’t really consider that knowing someone. How did you even know about that?”

“Well if that’s the case, it looks like someone doesn’t know how to listen. I’m gonna go on my break but I expect all the details when I get back!” She wiggled her eyebrows at you as she pushed past you into the back room. Why did what she said make your stomach do a flip? Peeking around the corner into the shop you caught a glimpse of someone sitting right at the counter. He was drinking coffee and looking at his phone, occasionally looking around. His red hair was spiked up the same way it had been when you had met. But he wasn’t wearing his hero costume. Just a normal t-shirt. He looked surprisingly more human this way. Why the hell was her here though? No pros came to this shop. Favoring the fancier shops in the city. You weren’t complaining about that though. You preferred the quiet nature of this place. Taking a deep breath you walked out to the counter. He looked up as you walked out and his face lit up. His smile was bright. It reminded you of the sun. Shaking your head you tried to rid your mind of any thoughts about him other than what he was doing here. 

“So what, pro heroes are stalkers now?” You cringed internally at how rash that had sounded. He may be a hero but he didn’t deserve immediate cruelty. His smile dropped off his face for a moment before turning into a smaller smirk. 

“Denki told me the coffee here was really good, and that you made it the best. So here I am.” His smile grew a little wider as he spoke. You noticed his teeth were pointed and looked razor-sharp. Like a shark. 

“Well, that’s amusing considering I’ve never met him and he most certainly hasn’t been here while I was working.” He furrowed his eyebrows at that. Before he could think too much on it you had a realization and interrupted him.

“How did he tell you? Was it in person?” He looked up at you, clearly confused. 

“No, he texted me an hour ago, why?”

“Molly… that asshole. She’s been with him all day. I’d be willing to bet it was her not him. She isn’t particularly happy with me for the way I treated you last week.” You looked at him apologetically. 

“Well, that’s okay. You were obviously going through something. Even if it wasn’t Denki, the coffee here is definitely worth it. Why isn’t this place more popular?” You chuckled at that. 

“You think that coffee is good? Molly wasn’t lying. We do it pretty well here, but I make it best. What’s your order, I’ll make you another.” He smiled at you and told you his order. You quickly went about making it. Catching him smiling as he watched you from the other side of the counter. You were going to kill Molly later. But for the moment you completely forgot he was a hero. Just enjoying that bright smile. You placed his coffee in front of him and watched as he tipped it back. He closed his eyes for a moment before he spoke. 

“That is on a whole different level than the one the other girl gave me. How did you do that?” He was staring at you with wide eyes. You laughed at the face he was making. 

“I guess I’m just that good. I’ve been doing this for a while, you tend to pick up on little things after time.” You smiled as he took another, longer drink. He looked happy. He looked up at you and caught you smiling. 

“That looks good on you you know. You have a really nice smile. I’m glad I finally got to see it.” Heat rushed to your cheeks as he looked to you. Thankfully at that moment a customer came in and walked up to the counter. You cleared your throat and internally begged your face to cool down. 

“Hi! What can I get for you?” You recognized the customer, but you didn’t remember his name. 

“You have to ask? Thought you had everyone’s orders memorized by now. You usually start on it right as I walk in. Are you alright?” You felt guilty for having to lie to him. He wasn’t the first customer to ask though. So you automatically launched into the story you had made up to tell them all. 

“I’m sorry! I was in an accident last week and I’ve been having some memory issues ever since. I’m sure I’ll get back into it quickly! Just have to relearn everyone’s order.” You saw Red Riot look up at you and furrow his brow when you said that. You silently prayed he wouldn’t ask you about it. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sure you’ll get back into it in a jiffy. You’re everyone’s favorite barista for a reason!” Your heart warmed a little at the praise. You gave a small smile to the customer. 

“So what can I get for you? And this is super embarrassing after all of that praise, but I’m afraid the memory loss may have also caused me to forget your name.” The customer quirked an eyebrow at that. You had never really had to remember anything about your customers. Whenever they came in they were always thinking about their orders, so you heard them fresh every day. You had always heard their names before they said them too. Why would you take the time to remember it when the information was always immediately available to you? You missed this aspect of your quirk. Not being able to hear what everyone was thinking all of the time had its downfalls. 

“The name is Everett. I’ll have a double espresso please.” You immediately started making his drink as quickly as possible, hoping to make up for your lack of quirk. Behind you, you heard a very audible gasp. 

“Are you Red Riot? The pro hero?” Hearing the redhead chuckle you felt your heart drop. You had let yourself forget for a moment that he was a hero. All of the nice things he had said to you began to feel like a dagger in your chest. You would never allow yourself to befriend a hero. Finishing Everetts drink you turned and went to hand it to him and saw he was now deep in conversation with the pro. You weren’t listening to the conversation. You didn’t care to hear about the nonsense heroes and their fans talk about. 

“Here you go Everett. Hope it makes up for all of my issues.” You smiled at him and went to turn around to clean the counter when you heard him say your name. 

“Doesn’t y/n make the best coffee? I’m not surprised that a pro finally made their way to this place. It’s amazing it has stayed as quiet as it has this long.” Red Riot smiled and looked up at you. 

“The coffee is absolutely amazing. It’s like a dream. I have a feeling I’ll be here pretty often.” Your heart sank even further and you frowned. Turning to clean up your station, determined not to turn back around unless you absolutely had to. You heard the bell at the door and glanced over to see Everett leaving. 

“What happened to you last week?” You closed your eyes and sighed.

“That’s none of your business Red Riot.” You said it harshly. More harshly than you meant to. But you were hurt. Why would the world bless a hero with a smile as bright as that? 

“Please call me Kirishima. Everyone else calls me by my hero name. It’d be nice if you didn’t. And look I know last week is obviously a sensitive subject, but if it was bad enough that you’re having memory issues you should’ve let me help you. What if I could’ve prevented it?” Your entire body immediately felt like it had been lit on fire as the anger flooded your veins. You turned and gave him a look that could kill. A look filled with cold, seething rage. 

“I do not need some hero to help me. My life is none of your business. Leave.” He looked taken aback by your words. 

“Why do you say it like that? Like it’s a bad thing? It’s okay to need help y/n. Everyone does.” You hated the way that your heart melted when he said your name. But much bigger than that you hated that he was a hero. You hated every word he said. You felt your body getting hotter when you heard the bell ring and heard Molly’s laughter coming in. She looked at you and it immediately halted. She ran behind the counter and looked from you to Red Riot. She pushed her way in front of you and grabbed your face. 

“Y/n. Y/n go home. Now. I’ve got the counter. Go.” Looking at her, she seemed to be the only real thing for a moment. Her words sank into your mind and you turned and left the shop without a word. 

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Molly sighed as she watched you walk out. Thanking God she had convinced Denki to come to the shop. He was standing by the door still looking incredibly confused. Kirishima was staring out the door too. 

“I should have known better than to tell you to come here Kirishima. I’m sorry.” Molly put her head in her hands. Denki walked up to the counter quickly.

“You alright babe? What the hell just happened? She looked ready to kill someone. What did you say to piss her off Kiri?” Denki was looking from Molly to Kirishima. 

“I didn’t really say anything. She told a customer she was in an accident last week and that she was having memory problems. When he left I asked why she wouldn’t let me help her last week. And she just. She got so mad.” Kirishima looked back at the door. Molly sighed again. 

“Listen. It’s not my story to tell. Short and simple of it, y/n doesn’t like heroes. She hates the whole premise of you guys. Something major happened at the event. Don’t ask me about it. It’s really not up to me to tell you. I’ve only seen her with that look one time before though… I’m just glad I got here when I did.” Molly had flashbacks to that night. Seeing your face then, seeing it now. It was too close. Way too close. Denki cleared his throat. 

“Do you even know how to make coffee?” Molly looked up at him confused. Realization set in and she laughed. 

“Denki I started here at the same time y/n did. We bought this place together. Even if it is just hers now. I’ve got the counter handled.” Both men looked up at you. 

“Wait you guys own this shop?” Kirishima looked around the place again as she continued to laugh. 

“It was always y/n’s dream to own her own cafe. Let’s just say dear old dad would do anything to keep me quiet about certain things. So I got her this place! It’s a long story. But when your dad’s a rich asshole there’s really only one benefit.” Denki raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Babe you’re so hot.”

“Oh my god, Denki. Not here.” Molly was laughing again. But she saw the way Kirishima was looking down at his cup. She pitied him. If only he hadn’t been a hero.

[demon-doppelganger]

(1/2) hiii 🐙🐙 can i ask for a demon slayer and one piece matchup? 😎 i am an INFJ, a virgo and bisexual. im 5'1 but i like my height and dont mind the fact that im short. i usually have it hard to meet new people and interact with them because of my anxiety but once i get too comfortable with them im extremely loud and annoying 🤠. if i have a crush on someone or a s/o i enjoy making them feel embarrased and shy because i find it really cute.

Sure!

One Piece

I match you with Ace!

Ace is an intelligent and polite boy whose recklessness is bigger than his anger issues. I bet you two would make a really adorable couple. 

At first Ace treated you like he treated every other person who he considered as a potential ally. He didn’t seem to mind your company that much at first, but as you two spent more time together and you started to show your true self. Oh, boy. This boy was used to Luffy being loud and annoying, so he didn’t mind it much, he did mind it a bit though.

But if you start with flirting, you might make him blush. He did have the smallest crush on you to be honest, he just found you and your height rather cute. So you suddenly starting to make flirty jokes was quite a problem to him.

He might act as a top, but boy, just make him embarrassed by flirting and you’ll see how shy he actually is. He will never admit it though, he’d rather die.

It was visible to literally everyone that he had a crush on you. Well, the extreme blush on his face spoke for itself.

This boy has a reputation okay, he can’t just let anyone make him feel embarrassed in front of everyone, so he did what he thought was the best route to take. Try to push away these ‘dumb feelings’ and ignore you. But if you continue to flirt with him twice as hard, boy is back to square one.

You’d have to be the first one to confess, but this boy will just ignore you. You’ll just have to continue confessing every time, so much you don’t even feel the smallest embarrassment. Except for ‘good morning’ you’d say ‘I like you’ and just continue with your daily routine till you cross paths with him again so you can confess again.

Everyone now knows that you like him, and vise versa, because you literally told them you like him. Getting him to confess back will be a hard task though, not really. First you’d have to annoy the hell out of him by confessing and teasing him, till he confesses back by yelling at the top of his lungs an ‘I like you back, okay!!’ so you’ll shut up. He’d be a blushing mess once he realizes what he just did meanwhile you’d be doing your victory dance.

Once you two get in a relationship, you’d have to be the most active one. It’s not as if this boy doesn’t want to show affection to you, he just doesn’t know how. Relationships are a foreign thing to him, let alone affection. So give him lots of cuddles and hugs. Poor boy, didn’t know how much he needed them.

You can dance and sing, count Ace the luckiest boy in the world. He just loves to watch you dance, and will tell everyone that that’s his girl. He doesn’t know how to dance though, he’d need some lessons from you.

You have anger issues, well so does Ace. Hopefully you won’t be both angry at the same time, because the person who caused that might not live to see tomorrow. I feel bad for them.

Ace really likes how you are also overprotective over your closets friends, it makes him relate to you on a level.

This boy has lots of insecurities and the question whether he should have been born or not continues to haunt him. He’ll need a small talk from you, to at least ease his worries a bit.

He has extreme narcolepsy, so grab your camera to save any funny poses of your sleeping boyfriend. If you keep an album of all of the photos of him falling asleep in random places, and show to him, he’ll most likely laugh at himself too.

If you stop loving the world you were born in after his death, his heart would break if he were to know that. So even after his death, if you’d continue to live your life for the both of you he couldn’t have asked for more.

Demon slayer

I match you with Aoi!

Aoi is a rather open girl, who has dedicated her life to treating patients at the Butterfly Mansion. I bet you two would make a really adorable couple.

At first she was tough on you, and would express her anger very clearly. You’d have to befriend her first, if you do so, you’ll see that she isn’t that harsh as she seems.

When you do become friends, she’d be less harsh on you, and would always make some time to chat with you. She really enjoys having someone she can talk to. If you volunteer to help her with chores around the house, she’d first refuse the help but just tag along anyways she wouldn’t mind a little help after all.

Once you start to act more like yourself, Aoi is rather surprised by your sudden change in personality but she can’t really deny she doesn’t like this version of you more. She might be forming a crush on you.

If you tease her, or even make flirty jokes, expect the phenomena of the blush to happen. She’d just pout while blushing and look away, trying to seem unaffected but her blush shows otherwise.

You’d have to confess first, and she would return it almost immediately. When you two start dating, you’d start to see sides of her you didn’t know existed. She starts to show more tender emotions and is extremely blunt, so she’ll also tell you how happy she is when she is in your company when she gets the chance.

If you are a demon slayer, expect a worrisome fiancee. If you get a major injury, she’d try to treat it the best she can, but if your life's on the line she’d might as well burst into tears. More from fear of losing you than anything else.

She has referred to herself as a coward for not being able to go on missions. So she might need a confidence boost from your part.

All in all she’d be an extremely caring and kind fiancee, doing her best to keep the relationship with you going for as long as she can.

Hope you like them!

I got too much carried away with Ace’s one and made myself sad in the process

[kyukun]

Meeting Mr. Saihara (OumaSai)

i hope i wrote shuichis uncle good haha

i havent really read any fics that included him so i kind of just used my own interpretation of him?? this was overall fun to write! this is also known as shuichis uncle and kokichi tag teaming and im here for it

title: Meeting Mr. Saihara

summary: Kokichi and Shuichi had been dating for a year. Now it came to the most nerve wracking part of it all: meeting his uncle. 

word count: 1477

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look sick.” Shuichi asked, taking the hand of his boyfriend while they waited outside a house in their car. “P-psh! Me? No! I’m fine, perfectly fine.”

 “Don’t lie to me. You know it won’t be that big of a deal to my uncle if we reschedule--”

“I’m not lying.” Yes he was. He was definitely lying, though, he knew he couldn’t tell Shuichi that. Shuichi had a tendency to be a bit of a worrywart. While he was a logical thinker, he had a proclivity to sometimes let his anxiety take over and get the better of him. Kokichi considered himself more of a “quietly screaming internally” type of guy. And right now was a pretty damn good showcase of that.

 They had been dating for a good solid year now and Shuichi’s uncle had recently came into town. So, having said that, that brings us to where we’re at currently. Shuichi’s uncle being in town. Inevitably, Shuichi would want to spend some time with his uncle, therefore, Kokichi would have to meet him as well. Of course he was nervous. This was his first serious relationship he’s had in a while, let alone the only one he’s had to meet their parents or guardian. He knew that Shuichi’s uncle was aware of his existence and welcomed him with open arms, this would be the first time he’s seen the guy. 

 He’s heard various tales of his adventures as a senior detective and many more from his boyfriend. They always pleased him. Whenever Shuichi would call him on the phone, he would join him in teasing Shuichi whether that’d be about baby pictures or just embarrassing moments as a teenager. 

 “Okay…” He accepted, he rose their interlocked fingers and kissed the back of Kokichi’s hand. “You know he likes you. This’ll just be your first real meeting. You’ll be okay.”

 Kokichi already knew his stance on their relationship and even himself. The thing he was worried about was meeting his standards. Would he think he’s not good enough for Shuichi? What would he think of his physical appearance? He was well aware of how stupid he was being but he couldn’t help but worry.

 Regardless of his relentless swarm of thoughts, he smiled reassuringly. “You’re right. Thanks, Shumai.” He inhaled sharply, “Let’s go inside then?”

 It was Shuichi’s turn to smile with a swift nod. “Yeah.”

 The exited the car after he switched off the ignition, locking the doors with the small key in his palm before the two walked around the car and towards the house in front of them. Kokichi held his hand tightly, feeling sweat form in the palms of his hands. His heart could practically burst out of his chest at this very moment.

 Shuichi rung the doorbell, a few melodic chimes could be heard from the other side of the door as well as a distinct voice saying the words "I'm coming." Shuichi felt Kokichi's hand grip tighten. He quickly glanced over at the shorter male who he had never seen so nervous before in his life. He nudged him lightly with his elbow, mouthing the words "I love you" in an attempt to soothe his wavering heart before being interrupted by the door opening.

 "Ah, hey! Been a while, huh?" 

 Shuichi's uncle was not necessarily identical to Shuichi but pretty similar looking. His eyes were a gold-grey hue, and his hair was the same shade of blue as Shuichi's. It was spiked a bit up, a few strands were curled around the edges while the others seem to falter. His eyes were gentle and opening, just like Shuichi's. 

 "Yeah! It really has. Uhm," Shuichi pulled Kokichi closer to him, drawing his uncle's attention over to him. "This is Kokichi." They shared a glance as Kokichi sheepishly raised his hand in a wave with an awkward grin. "H-Hi, Mr. Saihara—Woah!" 

 Shuichi's uncle cut him off, ripping him away from Shuichi and wrapping his arms around Kokichi in a warm embrace. His arms were a lot bigger than Shuichi's, and while it didn't hurt when he squeezed him, it definitely felt weird. "There he is! The famous Kokichi Ouma I've been hearing so much about. It's great to finally see you." He frantically stared at Shuichi as if he were asking him what he should do, the latter shrugged. 

 He let out a final squeeze after he let him go. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you too, Mr. Saihara."

 "No need to be so formal, kiddo. Relax. I'm not gonna hurt ya." He ruffled his hair in order to calm his nerves. He couldn't help but giggle at how formal Kokichi was being, it was so unlike him to do so. Shuichi knew he could be serious if he needed to, but he had never seen him this tense before. It was cute. It showed how much he wanted to make a good impression.

 "You kids want something to eat? I was making some food in case you guys were hungry."

 "Uncle… We aren't kids." Shuichi sighed, walking inside his house while the latter had already begun walking towards the kitchen with a loud chuckle. They took off their shoes and went towards the living room, an arch way could be seen that lead to the kitchen. He popped his head from the corner of the wall, "I'm old, so technically you are kids in comparison to me." 

 He chuckled his way back into the kitchen with a spatula in hand while the remaining pair sat quietly on the couch. The quiet sizzling could be heard from the kitchen as his eyes wandered around the cosy room. The walls were painted a dark blue which matched the ivory colored couch quite well. 

 The walls were covered with various pictures of Shuichi and his family as well as certificates. It was nice seeing baby pictures of Shuichi in person, it made him feel warm inside. "So, Kokichi," He came back to the living room and sat on a side chair that matched the couch they had been sitting on. "What do you do for a living?"

 "I work as a criminal psychologist at the Hope's Peak police department with Shuichi."

 "Woah! That's amazing. Shu got himself another crime fighter lover, huh?" Shuichi could feel the embarrassment begin to take over. He rolled his eyes and sank into the couch while they continued talking. "And what do you do for a living, Mr. Saihara? If you don't mind me asking."

 "I told you kiddo, don't be so formal. I'm a senior detective myself. Hey, did Shuichi ever tell you how he managed to get into criminology in the first place?"

 Oh god. 

 "Uncle, don't—"

 Kokichi noticed how quickly he was to try and change the conversation. Oh this was getting interesting. "What, why not? It's pretty damn funny."

 "It's embarrassing!"

 "But Shumai I want to know!" Kokichi smiled and turned to his uncle, ignoring Shuichi who had his hands wrapped around his waist and face buried in his back. "Please, do tell."

 "So when little Shumai was little," He teased, giving the flustered male a smirk. "He'd like to stay inside my office whenever his mom would drop him off. He was a curious child and would rummage through my drawers every now and then. One day, I had left my office door unlocked and had completely forgotten I had a set of, uhm, handcuffs in my bottom drawer."

 Shuichi groaned. "Though those handcuffs weren't used for making arrests."

 "Uncle!" Shuichi screamed with a face red as a tomato. Kokichi hugged Shuichi back and continued to listen to the story. "Anyway, little Shuichi here had asked me what they were for and of course, I'm not going to explain to him what they were for, so I told him it was to arrest bad guys. And he took off from there. Everytime I had a case, this guy over here would be so eager to try and help me out." He laughed, hitting Shuichi's leg playfully as the other continued to be embarrassed.

 "That's amazing! Shumai, why didn't you tell me you were into some kinky stuff?" Kokichi joined which made things worse. Great, now he was getting teased by his uncle and his boyfriend. He hated it. He looked up and noticed how cheerful and carefree Kokichi had looked laughing with his uncle. He didn't seem worried anymore. This warmed his heart.

 At least they were bonding even more, even if it was at the expense of Shuichi's embarrassment. 

 The rest of the night went smoothly. They had dinner together and caught up on a lot. Kokichi shortly realized on the drive home that he had nothing to worry about in the first place. Meeting your significant other's parental figure wasn't as bad as he had thought.

[rogerstoast]

Garage Band//Roger Taylor x Fem Reader

warnings: fluff ig, really simple and cute

AN: I wrote this a long ass time ago and never revised it so apologies in advance for errors.

You were in your second year at Imperial College, and struggling to get through your second set of finals this year. Only three more exams to get through and you could finally say hello to summer.

The fact that you have been sitting at your desk studying for the last six hours, didn't help with stress either. No matter how much you studied, you just couldn't seem to grasp any bit of information from the papers in front of you.

Figuring it was going on six, and you have been sitting in an old wooden chair since noon, a well deserved break was needed. Capping your pen, you got up, stretched, grabbed your jacket and headed out of your dorm for a walk.

As you were walking down the streets of London, subtle music began to play in the distance. It wasn't half bad either. Quite decent actually. The music grew louder and you noticed a few, small groups of people, mostly girls, were gathered on the driveway of the house.

You looked both ways before crossing the street to see what was going on. Once you reached the house, it was hard to get about considering so many students were crowding the lot. Squeezing through and shoving past all the bodies was a struggle, but you managed to get to the front and into the garage.

Just as expected, it was a band. Now that you're here, you remembered your friend telling you about them a few days ago. But you weren't expecting them to be this good. The group was made up of three uni students. A tall one with wavy dark hair playing the guitar, and another dark haired guy, a little shorter, playing the bass. They both were singing. Along with the fella who caught your eye instantly. He had blond, wavy hair and played the drums wonderfully. Never missing a beat, and harmonized with the group beautifully.

About two songs in, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing here?" It was your friend Lorali, the one who told you about  the band.

"Needed to get some fresh air after sitting at that desk for so long. Thought I'd see what was so special about this band you were telling me about" I told her.

"Well I'm glad you came! Wanna go get a drink with me? Bars inside."

Accepting the fact that it was a Friday night and you studied enough for the day, you gave into her offer.

"Sure thing!" Following Lorali to the door located behind the band, you figured you would steal another glance at the drummer, as you were about to past him. However, he seemed to have caught your glance just as they were finishing their song. You immediately looked away, and followed your friend through the door, as you felt a slight blush rise to your cheeks.

"What are you blushing about," she asked you, noticing your obvious flushed complexion.

"Wh-what? Nothing. Just need a drink that's all."

"Oh please (y/n), what kinda twat do you think I am. Do you really think I didn't see you making heart eyes at the drummer a second ago?"

Damn it Lorali.

She could always see right through you.

"Oh shut up! Doesn't matter, it's obvious he's the womanizer of the group, what should it matter to me?" But before she could deny anything, I poured myself a shot of whisky and downed it as fast as I could. Feeling a wave of relief already, I gave her a look as if to say alright, go on.

"The night is still young, (y/n). Let's go back out there, they're almost done!

Following her back out to the garage, you noticed it had got darker outside, and string lights lit up the garage as students gathered around a fire pit on the driveway, smoking and dancing along to the music.

Lorali led you to the couch up front, and you took a seat right next to her, each with a beer in hand. Facing the band, they sang and rocked their hearts out to their closing song. You happened to really like it. Wether it was the subtle head bops, or the perfect rhythm he managed to keep, you couldn't keep your eyes off of the drummer. He played perfectly. The song then came to a faster, more rock n roll bit and the guitarist played a rif while blondie hit the drums harder and faster than before.

This time when he caught you staring at him, you didn't look away immediately right after. Same goes for him, giving you a wink and a cheeky smile. Doubting the possibility he could be looking at you, you turned your head around to see if the group of girls from earlier was behind you or something. Only to find them outside, and groups of guys behind you instead. When you turned around, he seemed to notice your disbelief, and subtly laughed to himself. You blushed and looked down, feeling slightly embarrassed that you thought he wasn't gesturing towards you.

Drinking from your cup, they finished the song and ended it with harmonizing their voices and it sounded like the most spectacular thing you have ever heard before.

doooiinnn allllllrrrrrriiiggghhhhhtttt

The guitarist then spoke into the mic, "Thanks for coming out everybody, we really appreciate it!"

You sighed to yourself, that the live music was over for the night. But just as a record started playing from the corner of the room, you stood up for your spot on the couch, next to your friend. In need for a quick smoke, you informed her you were going to stand outside for a bit and warm up by the fire.

Noticing people have either left or gone to get their second round of drinks, you stood next to the fire pit, struggling to warm up. Pulling a pack and a lighter from your coat pocket, you were slightly disappointed to see that you were all out.

"Having a bit of trouble over there?" You heard a deep voice ask you from behind, causing you to turn around.

Crap. It's him. "Oh I uh, I uh, I'm all out, that's all," you awkwardly chuckle and look down.

"No worries," the drummer then pulls out a pack and offers you a cigarette.

You take it as your fingers lightly brush over his. "Thanks," you say, with a small smile.

You both light your cigarettes and you allow yourself to really let it sink in before taking a long breath out.

"I'm a, I'm Roger by the way," the drummer offered is hand out for you to shake

"(Y/n)," you reply, shaking his hand in return. 

"Wow, that's a nice name. How come I've never seen you around here before?" he asked.

You blush a little and turn to meet his eyes. Wow, you thought. It was the first time you saw his big blue eyes. Just as you were about to get lost in them, you remembered he asked you a question.

"Oh, I uh, I came with my friend. You guys were amazing by the way, should've come around sooner."

He chuckled and took a small step closer to me, "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I feel like I've seen you around." his mention came off more as a question.

"Yeah, im a uni student. Second year actually, majoring in fashion design. What about you?" I asked him, bringing my cigarette back up to my lips.

"Dental student. Doesn't seem to be working out well. Hoping this band thing works out," he said, looking back at me.

"Ah I wouldn't worry about it, you guys were amazing," I reassured him with a smile, hoping I wasn't coming off too obsessive with all the compliments I was giving him.

But Roger loved how you would blush and gawk over the band. Although you never noticed him until this night, he has noticed you since the beginning of his second year at uni. He sat at the very back in a class you two shared with each other, but you never seemed to noticed he existed until today. Roger on the other hand, was the total opposite. He noticed you the first day, and couldn't get over how beautiful you were. The way you concentrated so hard in class to make sure you took all the right notes, and the way your tongue would poke out of your mouth when you were focused. Roger admired all of it. Everything about you. But, he never had the courage to talk to until tonight. It was almost as if he had been intimidated by your perfection, and it made him nervous, which is not in his nature. Being known as the womanizer and all. 

"If I don't know any better, I'd say you have a little crush on the band," he brought up, trying to mess with you.

"Oh shut up!" you joked back, nudging his shoulder with yours, both of you lightly chuckling. It was only then when you realized how close you too actually were. Standing there, shoulder to shoulder.

You then realized your beer was empty when you went for another sip. Figuring you walked here, maybe it would be best to start heading back

"Well, i uh, I should get going I guess."

"Wait"

But just as you were about to walk away, Roger grabbed your hand to turn you around. Very quickly actually, resulting in your noses almost bumping each other as your faces grew closer all of a sudden. Neither of you said anything for a second, but just looked at each other. Both sets of eyes quickly looking down at each other's lips, then back at each other's eyes. Yet the awkward tension took over, making the moment suddenly uncomfortable.

"Let me get you another drink at least?" He offered.

You easily obliged with a simple, "okay," and a small smile.

He took your hand and led you through the garage past the bunch of people who were still there, and into the house to the kitchen.

While Roger went to the fridge to grab two beers, you hopped up and sat on the corner.

"So Rog, is this your house?" You asked curiously. 

He walked over to stand in front you, and handed you the can.

"Yeah, I've been rooming with Brian for a couple of months now."

You don't know why, but you felt so at ease around him. A sudden wave of confidence washed over you, causing the next question to come out of your mouth without a care in the world.

"I assume that means you have your own room then?"

Roger knew what you were intending with that question. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face as he walked closer to you, standing in between your legs.

"I suppose it does," he replied, your faces merely a few inches away from each other.

Roger placed a hand on your thigh, taking you  a bit by surprise. But you allowed it, and you couldn't help but feel more at ease because of it. The moment, it felt so right. But why? You barely knew him. You feel like you did, but you didn't.

"Hey (y/n)" Roger whispered, as our faces grew closer

"Yeah"

"I know you barely know me, but I need to be honest. Ever since I saw you the first day of uni, I thought you were absolutely stunning. I always sit at the back of class, and I can help but admire your perfection. It kills me, everyday when I see you."

This took you by surprise even more. That's why Roger looked familiar to you. But what he just confessed to you made your heart skip a beat, and cause butterflies to literally explode in your stomach. You were blushing uncontrollably and had a huge smile plastered on your face. Why? You didn't know. Even though you barely knew each other, everything felt as if it was meant to be happening.

"Roger, I-"

But before you could say anything, he leaned in and crashed his lips into yours. It was fast, but sweet and loving at first. You flung your arms around his neck, running your hand through his hair. He brought his other hand up to your cheek as the kiss became more heated. Both of you craved each other, need each other. Roger has been the missing thing in your life all along.

Roger then took his hands, slid them under your thighs, signaling for you to jump on him. Which you did, wrapping your legs around his torso as his hands made their way under your ass to hold you up. He then started kissing you down your neck, leaving love bites all over. The feeling completely melting your insides, you grabbed his face with both hands and connected your lips together yet again.

Before you knew it, Roger had already carried you upstairs. Your lips not letting go for even a single breath of air, the two of you pushed the door open, only for him to slam it shut with his foot, ready for night of his life.

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[markley]

amortentia — wjh

summary — where complicated feelings are so easily revealed with a simple potion

genre — hogwarts au, fantasy, fluff, comedy

warnings — n/a

word count — 2.5k

a/n — my first harry potter au! if u arent a slytherin im sorry :(

“hello class,” your potions proffesor says, looking out to the rest of the tired morning class. “for the next few days we are learning about amortentia. can anyone tell me what it is?”

many hands raise, not including your own. you knew, but didnt really care enough to answer the question, opting to read the section on the strong love potion in the textbook in front of you. suddenly, something hits the back of your head, and you turn to face wen junhui, or jun, balling up another piece of small parchment in his hands.

if there is one word to describe jun, it’s infuriating. normally, students from the same house tend to get along, but that definitely did not occur between you and jun, both headstrong slytherins with a need to be right— not traits for a good friendship.

it started when junhui questioned whether you were talented or not, as you were always so quiet and never showed any particular skill in wizadry. he challenged you to a duel, and lost. ever since then he has made it his duty to bother and annoy you until school ends, while you make sure to never give him the last laugh.

honestly, the bickering has just become a game of cat and mouse, and although its tiring, you wont lose. besides, what’s the fun in that?

“uh,” you start awkwardly, fully aware of jun’s silent laugh behind you. “a strong love potion that causes obsession rather than actual love? i believe it also varies in smell.”

“uh,” you start awkwardly, fully aware of jun’s silent laugh behind you. “a strong love potion that causes obsession rather than actual love? i believe it also varies in smell.”

“uh,” you start awkwardly, fully aware of jun’s silent laugh behind you. “a strong love potion that causes obsession rather than actual love? i believe it also varies in smell.”

mr. min looks satisfied, shaking through his dark hair with a hand. “correct, but don’t think i won’t notice you not paying attention ms. kwon.” he continues on explaining the properties of the tonic. you turn around slightly to glare at a smirking junhui, clearly proud. you shake your head, already thinking of ways to get him back.

the rest of the class period consisted of you taking notes on both the actual subject and mental notes on ways to make jun’s life absolutely miserable. the bell finally rings, signaling the end of class, and you jump up before jun is able to talk to you like he always insists.

you hear his annoying—albeit nice—voice from behind you, a teasing pout. with a roll of your eyes, you walk away to find your brother, soonyoung, knowing he’s somewhere in the hallways near you. although he is a hufflepuff, and an annoying as hell brother, you found him much easier to get along with than those of your own house— example? jun. obviously. 

soonyoung giggles as you approach him, a teasing smile playing along his lips. “aw, look at that. mr. slytherin is sad you’re avoiding him.” he says. you punch the redhead’s arm, not even needing to look back to know he’s right. jun always pouts. soonyoung insists he really likes you, but you know better—if the constant teasing and pranking is anything to go by. besides, you hated the boy anyway, even though soonyoung disagrees with that as well.

mr. min yells out a small “remember to be prepared tomorrow” throughout the dungeon hall. you turn to the professor, allowing junhui to finally catch up to you, putting an arm around your shoulder, with soonyoung long gone. “hey babe,” jun says, grinning, “good job on that thing today. fucking hilarious.” rolling your eyes, you shrug his arm off.

“fuck--”

“me?”

“off!” you correct, groaning internally at his constant teasing. he just smiles that same crooked grin before walking away with a mumble you didn't quite catch but sounded something like ‘you would.’ oh, how you hate him. or at least that’s what you tell yourself. 

whether you hated the guy or not, he was undeniably gorgeous and sometimes— only sometimes— kind of funny. but you still hated him. never have you been so easily annoyed with a human being before. 

with a small shake of your head, you walk back to your dorm to think of a way to embarrass junhui after potions today. you get there quickly as its right by potions class, but even by this time you had an idea, and not a pretty one. 

if there was one thing junhui prided himself on, it was his skillset. whether that was charms or potions, he was cocky about succeeding in it all. using this, you think of a great way to embarrass him the way you were embarrassed earlier— making a fool out of himself under mr min’s eye. oh how very fun this will be. 

on the other side of school, jun was bribing soonyoung for information on you, already knowing you were attempting to get back at him. you were known for needing the last word, after all. soonyoung being the kind hufflepuff brother he is, at least tried to avoid jun, but eventually gave up at jun’s offer of endless sweets. can you blame him? well yes, and you do the next day before potions when he lets it slip that he told junhui the name of your old crush— not that junhui knows its old. 

how you and soonyoung are siblings? you will never know.

the only thing giving you solace from punching soonyoung in the face is knowing the prank you are about to pull on junhui. the prank in question is completely fucking up his potion, a prank soonyoung called “absolute evil.”

in class, you were to make your own batch of amortentia, a difficult feat on its own, although quite easy for you and jun. the best part is to soon come, when you throw in something most definitely not in the potion. specifically something to make it explode.

maybe soonyoung was right. mr. min was not an easy teacher to impress but was definitely an easy teacher to disappoint—and jun hates disappointing professors.

you were evil. guess thats why you fit perfectly in slytherin—or atleast according to the rest of the school.

when class starts, mr. min is already talking about failure. “don’t worry,” he says, “i already know most of you will fail.” with that last piece of what was probably meant to be encouragement, everyone begins to work on the difficult potion.

soon after everyone barely makes it to the middle of the workload, you have already finished, and jun is right behind you. he moved away from his cauldron to fetch the last ingredient, and you take it as your time to throw in a little bit of porcupine quills quickly, an easy way to make his potion turn into something not made for love.

with a small smile at no one noticing, you return to your own finished product, mr. min looking at it in satisfaction. suddenly, a small pop is heard from behind you where jun is standing in front of a bright green potion— well, more like covered in it.

you burst into silent giggles at his predicament, mr. min having an opposite reaction, instead glaring at the failure. junhui himself glares too, but instead at you, with eyes full of hatred. you can’t help the feeling of pride spreading across your chest, which then drops at mr. mins snarl.

“who did it?” he asks, looking around and then stopping at you. you throw your hands up in the air with an exclamation of ‘it wasn’t me!’. the professor doesn��t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow. he then plucks a porcupine quill off your robes, and you give up. “that’s what i thought.”

you look over to jun, standing still in the green mess, but with an obvious smirk on his face. you mentally face palm at yourself for failing at making jun an embarrassment. fuck the little shithead...

“the both of you,” mr. min speaks, pointing to a downtrodden and no longer smiling junhui, “are to clean this mess up, as well as the entire class. oh, and the storage while you are at it. don’t break anything.” and with a small groan of protest from jun, the class is dismissed. mr. min struts out of the dungeon classroom, but not before flicking his wand towards jun’s robes, now spotless.

with a slam of the dungeon door, you and junhui are left alone. “this is your fault,” junhui snarls, pointing a perfectly manicured finger in your direction. “why do i always get looped in with you?!”

“because you started it. and you always retaliate.” you say with ever growing frustration. jun groans in irritation, looking as if ready to stab you at any given moment.

“how the hell are you and soonyoung siblings?” he asks, shaking his head while walking to the corner to begin cleaning.

“i ask myself that question everyday.”

after that small conversation, the two of you start cleaning up the green mess and then the rest of the dungeon classroom. it took a good hour or two, and you still hadnt even organized the messy storage yet. the entire time while cleaning you and junhui hadnt talked to each other, only sparing a few hate-filled glances and eye rolls.

the storage closet was a mess of premade potions and ingredients. it was so chaotic you feel the need to ask mr. min the last time he even thought about organizing it. shelves upon shelves held bottles of colors: red to black to clear. almost every potion in existence was held in this small closet.

you can’t help but find your fingertips brushing across the bottles of pretty tonics. jun follows you into the small space to clean after seeing you ogling instead of doing your job. “get to cleaning.” he says, already starting his organization process of what seems to be putting the potions in rainbow order.

rolling your eyes, you begin to help, grabbing the bottles of liquid. a small bright pink vial grabs your attention as you brush through the bottled ingredients. you pick it up, swishing the thick potion within the glass. with a cock of your head, you open it to be met with a strong fume of what seems to smell like... junhui? the boy in question is still diligently cleaning the small closet behind you, unknowingly to you, staring at you from his peripheral vison.

you take another sniff, hoping to be wrong—but no. that smell is distinctly jun; musky yet sweet. a hand grabs the bottle from you, peering at the label. “what does it smell like?” jun asks, raising an eyebrow at your extremely confused expression. “it’s amortentia, dumbass.”

at this, you grab the potion back, not believing him. there is no way in hell amortentia would smell like jun. however, the infuriating guy was right. the bottle was in fact labeled amortentia. your breathing hitches, and you can’t seem to come up with any words— or even look up at the boy in front of you.

jun seems to get more confused every second you dont answer him. “um, y/n? you alive there?” you finally look up, coughing awkwardly and handing him the vial back.

“yeah, im fine dork.”

“ouch. dork? im a nerd at best.”

“shut up, you nerd.” he smiles at your unconscious correction, turning back to the amortentia bottle unaware to the racing thoughts and heart you are currently dealing with internally. why, why would amortentia smell like the one person you hate the most behind soonyoung?!

“i bet it smells like minghao.” at this blunt statement you snap your head to a smirking jun. “i mean, you do like him right?” you remember soonyoung saying how jun bribed him with chocolate for this information and you write a mental note to kill your brother later.

“liked,” you mumble, walking as far away from the grinning asshole in front of you. the last thing you need is junhui teasing you about a crush while the strongest love potion ever smells like him. “as in no longer. over. done with. blah blah blah.”

“anyway, are you almost done with the rest of the potions?” you quickly change the subject of your old crush and the potion that reeks of your number one enemy. the questions in your head still wont end and you want to leave as soon as possible.

“wait wait wait,” jun says, very insistent. “if you dont like minghao anymore, who does it smell like?”

“why the fuck do you care, junhui?”

“i dont,” he says, twidling his thumbs awkwardly, but still staring you down with his dark eyes. “im just... curious.” that isnt entirely true and you can hear it in his hesitant voice.

you groan and glare at the brunet boy. you take the bottle, and pretend to smell it again, but already know your answer. it smells like the forest you found him in one night after curfew, that you just happened to be sneaking out to as well—that was the first time you two ever got along, agreeing to not turn each other in. the potion also smells of the fruity shampoo jun uses, and the mint gum he always chews. you hate to admit it, but the potion smells exactly like how you envision jun. and whatever that may mean, its true.

“the forbidden forest at midnight, mint gum and lemon-y shampoo.” you finally answer after a lot of internal debate of whether to be honest or not. pushing the bottle back to him, you begin to leave the small closet like space. jun reaches out an arm quickly, grabbing on to your wrist.

“that,” he starts, recognizing the scents as his own. “smells like-“

“i know,” you whisper, pulling your arm away. not ready to take his reaction, you start to run away and jun’s next words are the only thing that stop you.

“do you want to know what it smells like to me?” junhui says hopefully, but entirely expecting you to walk away. “hair dye and strawberries.” stopping, you turn back to jun. he had moved closer, now nose to nose with you. your breath hitches, and you almost think you arent breathing. “just like the purple hair dye you put in my shampoo and the strawberries i always see you eat every. single. meal.”

you look up to meet his piercing eyes that bore into yours with such intensity it takes your breath away. you look away for him to softly grab your chin. “look at me, please.” his voice is the softest you’ve ever heard it, just a whisper.

“what does that mean, jun?”

“it means look at me.” you glare up at him, him chuckling in return. he places his forehead against yours, and the exact mint gum scent that you smelled in the love tonic hits your nose. “it means i like you, dork.” jun’s lips move closer to yours every word he speaks until they are just barely touching

“im a nerd at best.” you mumble before pushing your mouth against what you believed to be your enemy’s. mental note: kill soonyoung later, for being right

maybe there really is a thin line between love and hate.