#pretend i'm not a month late! pls and thank you!

[this-is-krikkit]

happy very belated birthday Hange Zoë!

1) i must confess to yall that "kuso megane" always sounded like a Harry Potter spell to me

2) and then i saw this amazing art:

(source, repost authorized by op)

3) and since as always, everything is levihan to me......... i turned it into a fic

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi bubby! hey, could i get a smut fic/imagine with top! regina teaching an inexperienced y/n sex stuff? y/n is all like "she is jst teaching me" but regina definitely has a crush on y/n and is taking the opportunity to make a move on reader?? lots of praise, size difference, thigh riding? pls? ^^ thanks

Sex Education

Description: Reader and Regina are partnered for a project in health class. Regina learns that reader hasn't had ✨spicy✨ time before and offers a helping hand to her crush.

WARNINGS: top!regina, bottom!reader, praise kink, size kink (regina is 5'10 and reader is 5'3), thigh riding (reader receiving), oral (regina and reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), regina has a mommy kink hehe, aftercare, regina is a warning herself.

18+!!!!!! Get your holy water. Amen

Regina George always got what she wanted.

New car? Her dad had it for her within hours.

New shoes? Same-day shipping.

New flavor of the month? She had a line of North Shore students to choose from.

The only flavor Regina wanted, was one she had never even thought of tasting until recently.

Y/N Y/L/N.

The girl was a nobody to everyone at North Shore, but as of lately, she was everything to Regina. The blonde had noticed Y/N one day in health, trying to keep up with Coach Carr's weird lesson plans.

The girl had been nibbling on the end of her pen, listening to the droning sound of the man's voice as he tried to explain condoms to the class. Regina's eyes stay glued to the girl's mouth the whole class, the blonde imagining the filthiest things.

She had told Gretchen to get as much information on the girl as she could for her, which thankfully for Regina, didn't take long. She learned that Y/N had moved to North Shore halfway through their freshman year, played softball, and was gay.

Regina could already taste the victory.

For the next few weeks, the blonde was obsessed with Y/N. Going as far as to stay after school and watch the girl workout with her teammates. Y/N was noticing the attention she was getting from Regina, as did her friends, but she shook it off as Regina just playing with her mind.

It all came to a head a week later, as Coach Carr read out Y/N and Regina's names to be partnered up. The blonde smiled smugly at Y/N, making her blush deeply. As the man explained their "project" (he told them to go watch porn and write a paper about it), Regina moved over to sit next to Y/N.

"So. I know you workout after school, but how about you come over so we can do this project and...get to know each other more?" Y/N couldn't do anything but nod. The girl had no idea what she had just signed up for.

Hours later, the girls were in Regina's room, the blonde scrolling through PornHub, trying to find a semi interesting video. Y/N was trying to figure out how to write an essay about porn when Regina spoke up.

"So, what's your preferred category of porn, baby?" Y/N blushed deeply. "O-oh. I don't watch it." Regina looked at the girl curiously. "Really? That's adorable, baby. I'm honored to take your porn virginity."

Y/N's blush got even deeper. Regina instantly noticed. "What's wrong baby? Are you embarrassed? Don't be. It's just porn." Y/N shook her head and tried to go back to her outline but Regina gently grabbed her chin to stop her.

"Are you embarrassed about something else, sweetie? You can tell me. We're friends now, this is what friends do." Y/N didn't think that was true but she knew Regina was right somehow. Y/N sighed and whispered.

"I've never had sex with a girl before."

Regina felt like she hit the lottery. Oh, she was going to ruin this girl. "That's okay baby. You don't have to be embarrassed. If you don't mind me asking, who did you lose your virginity to?" Y/N looked down at her lap. "It was Jack on the football team." Regina smiled softly at the girl. "Oh, you sweet thing. I bet he didn't even make you finish, did he?"

Y/N shook her head. "It was more of an enjoyable experience for him." Regina nodded and rubbed Y/N's arm, pretending to ignore the goosebumps that formed. "Well, I have experience in making girls feel good. How about I help you out? Make you experience how you first time should've gone."

Y/N hesitantly nodded and the blonde smashed their lips together. The kiss started out soft and sweet but Regina turned it into a fiery, passionate make out. She pulled the shorter girl onto her lap, hands automatically going to her ass.

Y/N moaned at the contact, giving Regina the chance to begin marking up her neck. "Fuck. You're gonna look so pretty with my marks all over you baby." Y/N whimpered and began to softly grind against Regina's thigh. The blonde smirked and grabbed Y/N's hips, guiding her.

"Oh, my sweet girl, you just need some relief don't you? Don't worry, Mommy will take care of you." Y/N felt heat shoot straight to her core as she tried to grind faster, but the blonde kept her pace. "No, no baby. I wanna enjoy this. I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else. You're only gonna want me. Understand?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, Mommy." Regina groaned. "And such good manners. I'm keeping you forever baby. And since you've been so good, use Mommy's thigh to get yourself off and you'll get a reward."

Y/N began to grind faster, desperate to please the blonde beneath her. Regina watched as the girl rode her thigh like a mad woman. She smiled at the desperation in Y/N's movements. She put her hands up Y/N's shirt, grabbing at her breasts as the girl moaned loudly.

"Cum whenever you need baby. You're doing so good." That was the breaking point for Y/N as she stiffened, her orgasm washing over her as Regina whispered praises to her. Y/N slumped against the blonde, Regina kissing her temple.

"Take your time baby, we have all the time in the world."

Y/N was now on her back, fully naked, watching Regina strip. "Since you've been so good, I told you that you would get a reward." Y/N nodded excitedly as Regina slowly crawled up the bed, kissing her way up Y/N's body.

Y/N was curious to know what her reward was when Regina crawled all the way up to Y/N's face, her pussy on full display for the girl beneath her. "Mommy is going to let you eat her pussy baby. We're gonna do something fun."

Regina turned and straddled Y/N's face, still hovering. "While you eat Mommy's pussy, Mommy is going to eat your pussy baby. Sound fun?" Y/N nodded and pulled Regina's pussy closer to her face and began to eat her like she was her last meal.

Regina was caught off guard but moaned at the feeling. "Oh fuck. Such a good girl aren't you baby?" Y/N moaned and Regina leaned down and gently sucked Y/N's clit into her mouth, causing the girl's hips to buck.

Regina smirked and began licking and sucking harder. Y/N was moaning into her pussy and the vibrations sent shivers down her spine. They began to bring each other to a shared high. Regina wanted Y/N to cum before her, since she had been so good and expertly slid two fingers into Y/N's core.

The girl moaned loudly as the blonde began to pump her fingers. Y/N kept eating Regina's pussy as she desperately wanted the blonde to feel good. Regina could tell Y/N was getting close, as was she. The blonde spoke up. "You can cum whenever, angel. Mommy wants to make you feel good. You've been such a good girl."

Y/N felt the pleasure bubble burst as Regina's words took her over the edge, the girl cumming all over Regina's fingers. Y/N cumming so pretty for her set her off as she came hard in Y/N's mouth. They helped each other ride out their highs as Regina adjusted and laid next to Y/N.

She looked at the girl, who had her cum covering the lower half of her face. She looked blissfully fucked out as Regina smirked at her work. She leaned over and kissed Y/N, also licking her cum off her face, moaning at the taste of herself.

The blonde got up, smiling at the whine Y/N let out. "Hang on baby. I gotta get you cleaned up." Y/N unwillingly let Regina go to the bathroom to grab a damp towel.

The blonde gently took the towel and wiped between Y/N's thighs, cleaning the mess as Y/N twitched. "Shhh...baby. I'm almost done. My good, sweet girl. So perfect." Y/N melted into the mattress at the praise.

The blonde finished her job and cleaned herself quickly before grabbing clothes for her any Y/N. After gently wrestling Y/N into the clothes, the blonde walked to the mini fridge she had in her room and grabbed a water, a gatorade, and a banana and gently coaxed Y/N to take the snacks.

Y/N drank all the gatorade, three quarters of the water and ate the banana and Regina pulled the girl into her arms. "You did so good for me baby. My sweet angel. All mine, huh baby?" Y/N nodded sleepily. "All yours, Mommy."

The next day in school, dressed in a pink hoodie a size too big, and covered in a fresh set of hickies, Y/N walked with her new girlfriend to Health class. No one said a word when Regina pulled Y/N into her lap, whispering what their classmates assumed the dirtiest things in her ear, the two girls fully ignoring Coach Carr.

No one said anything about the new couple, knowing better than to ask questions.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi Shaz! Im feeling so down today, i had been stressed out for the whole week as I have 2 audits and 2 assessment for this month, I dis not pass one of my assessment today. Pls give me some Jikook content to lift my spirit up 😘 I know reading ur blogs will make me feel good, that’s why I run here after hahahah

I got u my lovely. There is never shortage of Jikook content! I didn't do it when u asked me but better late than never, no?

To start us off, how soft is this image?

No seriously, how soft is that?

(Which reminds me, @youaremy-parkfilter I haven't 4go10 your ask. I just haven't had time to rewatch the episode but I will, I promise)

It's a subconscious act too, that's what I love about it. Their size difference though! Gets me everytime

I love them sm 😩😩😩😩😫😫😫😫

Okay, okay. Let's get it together. Too fluffy..too much fluff. I know just the thing to get me back on track. 😏 see this photo of JK where he looks like a professional wrecker?

No, but he really do be looking like he does indeed wreck Jimin seven days a week 🥵 Anyway, remember how he adjusts the Jungkonda during this clip? Isn't it funny who he's talking about while he does that? 🤭🤭🤭

😂🤣😂 Look, this isn't what you would call a typical Jikook moment. It's just one of those things someone with a brain like mine would notice, alright? It's JK adjusting himself, of course I noticed. But it was JK adjusting himself while talking about Jimin. 🤭🤭🤭

Moving onnnnnnn.... what do you reckon Jikook have been saying to eo all these years?

And why do they have to be that close? Its that lack of personal space thing they've always had going on 🤭

Anyway, let's do a tiny analysis because we can. I was watching this because it doesn't matter how long you've been around there is always BTS content to catch up on, and I noticed something that really tickled me.

So Jimin was asked to pretend he's preventing his gf from breaking up with him. V wanted to pretend to be the gf but JK quickly beats him to it.

He stands up incredibly fast and stops infront of Jimin 😂😂 JK did not want another member to play this role. He really wanted to be Jimin's pretend girlfriend 🤭🤭🤭

The best part though, is when Jimin still names his girlfriend Jeon Jungkook. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm sorry but that was too funny to me. Jimin and his girlfriend Jungkook 🤭🤭 Not RM finding it cringy 😂😂😂 RM's reactions never fail y'all.

Then, Jimin was asked to pick an actress he would love to work with.

And so he did.

Then an outraged JK was like, what about me???

Umm... okay? You're not even on the list bro, maybe chill? 🤭😂

It's the little things guys. It's the little things. And of course satellite Jikook are sitting next to eo. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Next I'm gonna share this extremely soft Jikook moment. Like, he didn't even hurt him. That punch was so soft and yet here Jimin is just hugging on JK and apologising for the clearly painless punch. But its the tight hug at the end for me 🥺

Alrighty! Back to another BV analysis. So remember when they went to that tourist place with all the dinosaur carcasses and Jimin was soooooooo excited? As soon as he spotted it he told us about how he loves dinosaurs

He couldn't wait to get off the ATV and ran towards it.

And there he goes telling RM all about it. Super super excited he is.

As soon as he was given the go ahead he got inside one of them.

Now, JK could you please tell us your favourite animal just one more time?

Thank you JK ☺☺☺

Out of the million things Jikook have in common, quickly add dinosaurs to the list if you haven't. 🥰🥰

While we are on BV there is this one moment that I didn't understand. Like Jimin was just there... he wasn't even talking it was RM and someone else talking. But JK was just.... staring at Mimi

Like for no reason. And as soon as Jimin turned back to his food JK quickly looks away.

This JK habit absolutely fascinates me. Like fr fr. What is it? What goes on? Like Mr. Jeon can you speak your thoughts outloud? That's your man, you've known him for years, why do you look at him like you've never seen him before? It's just... I don't understand... but I know it ain't normal. Like, friends don't just stare at their other friends for no reason.

Okay so I just thought this was cute

And this will always be very eyebrow raising for me. Why u blushing for your bandmate Jimin?

And why does JK always look so cocky when that happens? 🤔 Guess we'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Satellite Jeon my favourite! Look at him be subtle!

Oh what's that? V showing Jimin his phone?

Oops, JK must know what Jimin is looking at. On time, like clockwork. Peekaboo!

This one i clicked on by accident but I'm not mad at it. For me, It's how deep Jimin's fingers are digging into an erogenous part of JK's body 😏

Sorry I'm late my dear. But hope this post finds you well 💚💚💚

In conclusion:

[rivangel]

Hi lovely! Your writing makes me melt it's sooo good! Just thought I'd send a lil request for drabble if you want sometime - modern AU sick Levi being all needy and desperate for attention and love. Can be gender neutral reader, established relationship pls? Also no vom as I'm emetophobic 🙃 just want to give him the love and attention he deserves ❤️❤️❤️ thank you in advance, your blog is pure bliss 😘

THIS TURNED SO MUCH MORE ANGSTY THAN I EXPECTED - HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FLUFF ANYWAY! ive been having health issues lately too which made this double fun to write.

content/warnings: references to death, sick!Levi... needy Levi, hurt/comfort, modern au

wc: 2.2k

Levi has been anxious lately. Along with the fact that anxious is something he never is, you blink in a flutter, because he's right behind you, still asleep.

He works from home, but for one thing, Levi is always awake before you, he went to sleep before you last night, too, and for yet another, he has been holed up in the study for week straight, avoiding you. You wrote it off as a heavier-than-usual workload, but this is so unlike him you don’t hesitate to roll over and kiss him awake.

He stirs slowly, brows furrowed, then sniffles.

You kiss him on the cheek, his unbearably warm cheek. Suspicious, you raise the back of his hand to his forehead. He’s pelting off heat like an oven.

Levi chooses then and there to twitch awake, shying back and blinking rapidly. “What’s—” he clears his throat, “—what’s wrong?”

His voice is especially scratchy. Not ‘he just woke up and he sounds incredibly sexy’ scratchy, but it sounds like he’s swallowing nails to speak.

“Hey, you,” you whisper, and now that he’s rolled onto his back, you squirm forward and cradle both his cheeks in your palms. “How long have you had a fever?”

Your hands are mercifully cool. He swallows heavily, and fails to pretend he doesn’t feel utter relief—the brief sigh, his eyes floating shut. He covers his face, especially his nose.

“I’m fine.”

What did you expect?

“Really?” you sigh, exasperated.

He blinks up at you, long and slow. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Wrong.”

“What time is it?”

You glare playfully. “Time for you not to move from this bed. I’m getting a thermometer. I’ll tie you down if I have to.”

He scoffs. It sounds atrocious. “Really?”

“I promise.”

He glares. You know he’s sick because that’s as much fight he puts up, shrugging you gently away.

You will take the victory.

Levi is burning up. By the time you returned with the thermometer, he was asleep again, and by the time you came back with something to help the… flu?—he was again dozing.

“Take this, and drink plenty of water.”

You’re surprised that he’s totally unconcerned with whether he’s contagious. Touching your arm turns into a gentle tug when you pull away. “Where you going?”

Your brow arches. “To get a mask…?”

“It’s not…” He struggles, clearing his throat. “That’s not necessary. It happens sometimes.”

It hasn’t been long since you moved in together. For some months out the year he gets sick, but he didn’t talk about it after missing classes for college, and he didn’t talk about it before now. You immediately have the suspicion that there’s something important he’s failed to tell you. Something he’s still hesitant to admit.

“I’ll be right back,” you promise. “I’ll make a cold press for your fever.”

After soaking a rag, Levi has shoved all the blankets off, a grimace etched into his expression.

“Here,” you murmur, your stomach sinking, and lay it, folded, across his forehead. If him suffering like this is what you’ve missed all this time, you’re angry at yourself for not pushing to take care of him harder. Infamously, he pushes away any and all concern whenever he can.

But now, it seems he can’t stand to let you leave. He leans into the palm you place on his cheek, holding your wrist.

“Is whatever this is part of why you’ve been so anxious lately?”

He seems genuinely surprised you’ve noticed. “Check the back of the drawer.”

You're confused, but you do as he asks to find a bottle of pills with a name of a drug that looks like keyboard smash. It has his name on it.

While you're distracted, he starts to talk; slowly, and then quickly, as if he has kept this to himself for too long and the words need to spill out. “Remember... what I told you, about how I lost her? Back then, we didn't have medicine, it's a syndrome and that treats it so I'll be fine. It's genetic. But it's fine.”

You braced yourself for the inevitable sorrow that follows whenever Levi talks about his childhood, but you didn't expect that at all. Genetic?—You're immediately filled with anxiety, doesn't matter his insistences that it's fine.

You pop the cap open—one dose every day, okay—and feed it to him, tipping the water so he can drink. He's extraordinarily lethargic. It takes little effort to nudge him back down when he tries to sit up. You fluff some pillows instead, and kiss his forehead, gently ordering him to tell you if he needs anything.

Levi hates being pitied. You hide your fear well-enough, but he can tell. Of course he can tell. He sluggishly pats you on the head, seemingly relieved that you don't demand he broaches the subject further.

His eyes close. “Cold,” he mumbles, almost whining.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, and fix his blankets, tucking them up to his chin. For a little distraction, you switch on the TV as well.

"Need anything else?"

He has already dozed off.

You don't let yourself worry, in fact, you refuse as you fix a breakfast—golden toast with honey and butter for Levi; maybe he can stomach something light, and an energy bar for yourself; who cares about your wellbeing right now?—and get the morning chores out of the way. You make sure to phone Levi's work as well and let them know he'll be missing for a few days.

"Hot," he whines upon waking, and so you roll his blankets off. There are stars in his eyes when he spots the breakfast, mumbling this and that about how you didn't have to as he accepts it. You comb back his bangs—which are a little snaggled and damp—while he carefully picks away at it. Even if you thought about getting up, or slowing down, his hand reaches up and pins yours in a very obvious signal.

"Thanks," he whispers—his voice really is shot—before you do away with the tray.

He watches you, frowning. "Kiss."

"Kiss?" You smile, take his knuckles, and kiss them. "Like this?"

He glares, and paws for your shoulder until you give in, pressing a slow, soft kiss to his lips. His hand doesn't leave your jaw the whole time.

He takes this chance to use leverage from your shoulder to accomplish some semblance of sitting up. "Gonna make you lunch."

"Oh, no you don't," you snort, guiding him back down until his head hits the pillow. "You know what would make me the happiest girlfriend in the world right now?"

"No," Levi bluffs.

"For you—" you poke his nose, which scrunches, "—to rest."

"Stay."

Your brow arches. You never would've expected Levi being needy when he's sick. Those just don't go together.

"Poor baby," you murmur. You swaddle him, hoping to be reassuring. Partly, you do want, need, him to rest, but the other part wants to clean the study for him. He deserves it.

Levi makes a face.

"I'm always here, okay? I'll wake you up for lunch."

He doesn't look the least-bit satisfied, but he lets you go and rolls away from you, his huff very loud and very bratty.

His shoulders start to wrack with little shivers. You bundle him up.

You assume he's going to sleep a lot to recover—every time you’ve step in to check since lunch, he’s curled up on his side, arms crossed, eyes closed—so you get to work in the study, dusting, then spotting paperwork out of place, which you file accordingly. For once, the best part is the more you accomplish, the more there is to do.

You know more about what Levi's mother was like than how she died, which is the way it should be. Only when you catch him feeling especially wistful, he will reluctantly launch into one of his stories about her. Once, he had even showed you an old picture, and god, she looked just like him: the same high cheekbones and pointed chin, stormy eyes (albeit hers were a little more open), and the same button nose. When you pointed that out, he was quiet for the rest of the day besides a simple 'Thank you'. You decided it was a good thing.

But the vague fact about her death is what troubles you. Death. Death belongs in no conversation where it isn't a faraway topic that happens sometimes, but cold reality that could steal your loved ones away at the drop of a hat.

You know what he said, but you feel sick. Against your better judgment, you're just leaning up the broom back in the closet when you notice him standing at the doorway.

He looks a little stunned in his disheveled state, glancing around. "You cleaned for me?"

"I cleaned for you," you reply sheepishly. "I hope it's up to your standards."

It feels shitty to know he had to get out of bed to request something of you. In the first place, you know Levi feels guilty to be taken care of like this.

"Definitely not..." he grumbles petulantly, cheeks red, or is that the fever? "C'mere."

His skin runs less warm now, opposed to earlier. You resist the urge to sigh with relief, and wait in the embrace for him to ask about dinner, or even running a bath, but that doesn't happen.

He holds you close, and speaks over your shoulder. "Look, I, I don't wanna be alone while I'm sleeping it off. I just." His shoulders hunch. "It happened while I was sleeping."

You sense the very moment Levi is about to dismiss this as stupid. Even though he will recover, he can't shake the fear, and you don't blame him. Apparently, the illness recurs every several months and goes on for a few days if treated early like you two did.

You agree without hesitation.

For the first night, after a small dinner and peppermint tea, you swaddle him with his head resting on your chest, asleep. At first, you were reading together, and Levi is slower than you, so you always obediently waited for him to turn the page, until his breathing slowed and relaxed, his hand resting across your waist.

You kiss the top of his head reverently, the book momentarily forgotten. Every few hours, you'll wake him up like he asked, keeping a religious monitor on his fever in the meanwhile.

And the next morning, again you wake first, on your belly with a very heavy, warm body halfway-draped across your back. So early in the morning, you could laugh.

You snicker instead, and your squirming wakes him with a sleepy groan. He hugs you tighter.

"How you feeling?" you ask, now that he's laid facing you. Before he says anything, you feel his forehead. Much better that yesterday.

"Good morning to you, too," he sasses.

You give him a pointed look. You fretted for half the night over this, in honesty, and your mind is still heavy.

"Better."

He certainly sounds it. You're curious about the recovery time, because either Levi's immune system is extraordinary, or it's a short illness. Both?

After feeding him his medicine, he divulges how long it really was, weeks, to your frown, because that's even worse.

This shit is life-saving.

"If there was medicine..." he mumbles, trails off.

"You were just a kid," you assure, tucking a piece of stray bangs behind his ear. "It wasn't your responsibility, but now, everything's going to be okay."

Levi at least looks convinced about the last thing.

And true to it, he spends more of the second day whining about how shitty he feels than sleeping. His most pressing request is kisses, which you give him whenever you woke him up.

“Are you done yet? I’m fucking freezing.”

You look up from your book. He's giving you the most precious puppy-dog eyes from across the room, where you're sat in the lounge chair.

He's coated in blankets. Smiling, you saunter over and crawl under the covers. You immediately hear a soft, satisfied sigh as he curls up.

By day five, it's as if Levi was never sick. Whenever he can get out of bed without swaying, he takes immediate responsibility of chores, breakfast, and cleaning (though you managed to shoo him from the stove at least).

You catch him at lunchtime, pushing around a grilled cheese in the skillet with a spatula, and come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hums, and melts back against you. "Hey, sweetheart."

"I love you," you sing-song. Now that you have no room left to be worried, you want to shower him in affection. "I love you soo much."

Levi snorts, and shrugs you off. "I believe you. Don't make me ruin your lunch."

Of course he's making lunch for you first. You stand aside, hand around his waist. "But you deserve to know how much I love you, and you deserve even more to hear it."

He shakes his head, blushing fiercely. "I should've told you beforehand. You were freaked out."

"Not that badly," you lie. As worried as you were, no part of you is angry at him.

"I'll get you back when it's your turn to be sick."

"Is that a promise?"

A hint of a smirk turns up his lips. "You did everything but breathe for me for a week straight—"

"Five days—"

"So yes—" he turns and flicks your forehead. "—it is."

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[lifeofpriya]

from the youre blushing list ““You’re blushing.” “So are you.”” For jannik weekend. pls! Ur writing is so good and im so excited for a jan weekend bc i am lacking in content 😭

i had an itch to write a cute fic that involved a bookstore and i gave in 😩 ughhh, when can this happen to me too 😭

A Fumbling Confession

wc: 3.4k

You're standing in line at the local coffee shop, the aroma of freshly ground beans wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The barista calls out a name you don't recognize. You check your watch. Five minutes until your shift starts at the nearby bookstore. You're about to leave when the door swings open, letting in a gust of cold air and a familiar figure—Jannik Sinner.

Jannik is a regular, always ordering the same drink: a double shot of espresso with a splash of almond milk. His curly ginger hair is tucked under a blue beanie, and he's wearing a vintage sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to reveal lean but muscular forearms.

You feel a jolt of excitement and nerves in your stomach. You've had a crush on him for months, but the opportunity to talk beyond exchanging pleasantries has never arisen. You consider saying hello, but the words stick to the roof of your mouth like sugar to a toddler's fingers.

As Jannik approaches the counter, his eyes scan the room, landing on you for a brief moment. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a gesture so subtle it's almost imperceptible. Is it possible he recognizes you? The thought sends a wave of heat up your neck. You quickly look down, pretending to rummage through your bag for something to avoid eye contact, your heart hammering against your ribs.

The barista calls out your order, snapping you out of your trance. You step forward, reaching for your wallet, when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn to find Jannik holding out a steaming cup of coffee. "I got this," he says, his voice deep and comforting, the Italian accent rolling off his tongue like a melody.

Surprise lights up your eyes as you take the cup from him. "Thank you," you murmur, feeling the warmth of the ceramic mug seep into your palms. He nods, his smile widening. "It's the least I could do. You always seem to be in a rush when I come in here."

The barista glances between you both, a knowing look in their eyes. "You two are adorable," they say, winking before turning to prepare Jannik's drink.

You blush furiously, heat prickling across your cheeks. "I'm sorry, I just… I've never had anyone buy me anything before," you admit, taking a tentative sip of your preferred hot beverage.

Jannik chuckles, the sound resonating through the small space. "Well, I figured you could use a little pick-me-up before work." He leans against the counter, his gaze lingering on you. "So, what do you do?"

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I work at the bookstore down the street. I've seen you there a few times," you reply, hoping he doesn't notice the tremor in your voice.

Jannik's eyes widen slightly. "Really? I guess I should pay more attention to the people around me." He takes a sip of his espresso, the sound of the liquid hitting the porcelain cup echoing in the otherwise quiet shop. "I usually just get lost in the sports section."

The conversation flows naturally from there, a tapestry of shared interests and laughter. You learn that Jannik's love for books is just as intense as his passion for tennis. He talks about his favorite authors and the way specific stories have inspired him on and off the court. You share your favorite genres and the feeling of escaping into a good book after a long day.

As you both sip your drinks, you notice the time slipping away. The nerves in your stomach have transformed into a comforting buzz of excitement. You glance at the clock, realizing you're about to be late for your shift. "Thank you so much for the drink, but I really need to go," you say, the regret clear in your tone.

Jannik nods, his expression understanding. "No problem. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" His question hangs in the air, hopeful.

You feel your heart skip a beat. "Yeah, I'd like that," you reply, trying to sound casual despite the rush of emotions. He nods again, and you take a deep breath, mustering the courage to ask. "Do you want to come by the bookstore later? Maybe we can talk more?"

Jannik's smile reaches his eyes. "I'd love to," he says. "How about after my training session?" He glances at the clock behind the counter. "That's in a few hours. Does that work for you?"

You nod, trying to keep your cool. "Yeah, that's perfect."

The barista sets Jannik's drink on the counter, and he takes it with a grateful nod. "See you later," he says, and with a wave, he's out the door, leaving you with a coffee and a racing heart.

You down the rest of your drink, the warmth of the drink jolting you into action. You arrive at the bookstore just in time, the bell chiming as you enter. Your manager, Mrs. Higgins, gives you a knowing look. She's seen you like this before—flustered and a bit love-struck. She winks at you before turning her attention to a customer.

The hours tick by as you organize the shelves, your thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation. The bookstore is a second home to you, filled with the quiet whispers of pages turning and the occasional chime of the door. But today, it feels like a stage, every book a silent audience to the drama of your unspoken love.

As the clock approaches the time Jannik said he'd come by, you straighten your shirt, smoothing out any wrinkles. You pretend to be busy, but you can't help glancing at the door every few minutes. The bell jingles, and your heart skips a beat. But it's just a regular customer looking for the latest mystery novel.

Finally, the moment arrives. The door swings open, and there he is, his ginger curls peeking out from under the same blue beanie, his sweatshirt replaced with a fitted polo shirt that accentuates his athletic build. He looks around, and when his eyes meet yours, they light up with the same warmth as earlier. You feel a smile spread across your face, unbidden.

"Hey," Jannik says, approaching the counter. His cheeks are flushed from the cold outside, and his hands are slightly trembling from the chill. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

You shake your head, the books you were pretending to organize momentarily forgotten. "No, not at all. What can I help you with?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jannik steps closer, his gaze dropping to the name tag pinned to your shirt. "Just looking for some company," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice. "But I do need a book recommendation. Something to read on my off days, when I'm not breaking a sweat on the court."

You feel your cheeks warm at his words, and you try to play it cool. "Ah, I've got just the thing." You lead him through the aisles, discussing different authors and their works as you go. His eyes light up with every new title you suggest, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride in sharing your literary world with him.

As you reach the back of the store, you notice Mrs. Higgins watching you from the corner, a knowing smile on her face. She's always had a knack for spotting budding romances. You roll your eyes playfully and turn your attention back to Jannik, who's now engrossed in a novel you've been meaning to read.

"What's this one about?" he asks, holding up a book with a mysterious cover.

You lean over the counter, your hands resting on the cool surface. "It's a psychological thriller," you explain, "about a woman who discovers her entire life is a lie."

Jannik nods thoughtfully, his thumb tracing the spine of the book. "Sounds intense." He looks up, his eyes meeting yours. "But I like a good challenge."

You smile, feeling your heart race as you hand him the book. "I think you'll love it," you say, your voice slightly breathless. You can't help but wonder if he's referring to the book or the connection between you.

Jannik takes the book, his fingertips brushing against yours for a brief moment, sending an electric current up your arm. "Thank you," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll have to read it and let you know what I think."

The tension in the air is palpable, and you're acutely aware of every inch that separates you. You both stand there, unsure of what to say next, when a loud thud echoes through the store. You jump, startled, and Jannik laughs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he says, holding up the book that slipped from his grasp.

You look down to see the book lying open on the floor, pages fluttering as if trying to tell a secret. You both lean down to pick it up, your hands colliding in a clumsy dance. You laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you, a sound you haven't heard in a while.

As you stand, the book still between your fingers, your eyes meet Jannik's. For a moment, the world seems to hold its breath.

"You're blushing." Jannik's voice is soft, teasing. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, and you know you're blushing harder than ever before. You look down, avoiding his gaze, your eyes catching the title of the book you're both holding.

"So are you." You reply, trying to sound nonchalant as you realize the truth in his words. You look up to find him studying you, his gaze intense. The silence stretches out between you, filled with the unspoken words you both want to say.

"I have to admit," Jannik says, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've had a bit of a crush on you for a while." The confession sends a rush of excitement through you, like a wildfire spreading from your chest to your fingertips. You look up at him, your eyes searching for any sign of insincerity. But all you find is honesty and vulnerability.

You open your mouth to respond, but the words get stuck in your throat. Instead, you just nod, unable to form coherent sentences. The book, now forgotten, lies between your palms, a silent witness to the moment unfolding.

Jannik's hand covers yours, the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin. "I know this is probably a bad time and place, but I couldn't hold it in anymore," he says, his voice earnest. "I see the way you look at me, and I just had to tell you."

You nod again, your throat tight with a mix of emotions. "I…I've had a crush on you too," you finally manage to say. The words hang in the air, weightless yet heavy with meaning. Jannik's smile widens, and you feel your heart soar.

He gently takes the book from your grasp and sets it aside. "I've been hoping you felt the same way," he admits, his eyes searching yours. You can see the hope in them, the anticipation. "Every time I come into this store, I think about talking to you, getting to know you better."

You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain the smile threatening to split your face in two. "Really?"

Jannik nods, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. "Really."

The silence between you is now filled with the sweet anticipation of confessions long held back. You take a deep breath, feeling as though you're about to dive into the deep end of a pool. "Well, now that we've got that out of the way," you begin, "what do we do now?"

Jannik's smile turns into a grin. "How about dinner?" he suggests, his thumb still lightly caressing your hand. "I know a great place nearby that serves the best lasagna you've ever had."

The idea of dinner with Jannik sends a thrill through your body. "I'd love that," you say, trying to keep the excitement from overwhelming you.

He squeezes your hand gently, his eyes filled with relief and excitement. "Great," he says, the warmth of his palm sending shivers up your spine. "How about tomorrow night?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Tomorrow night is perfect," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jannik's grip on your hand tightens slightly. "It's a date, then," he says, his eyes sparkling. "I'll pick you up after your shift. Does that work for you?"

You nod, your stomach flipping at the thought of an actual date with the person you've been secretly pining for. "Yes, that's perfect." The rest of the afternoon at the bookstore feels like it's moving in slow motion as you both try to contain your excitement. The customers come and go, but your eyes keep straying back to Jannik, who's lost in a book a few aisles over, occasionally glancing up to catch your gaze.

Mrs. Higgins clears her throat, breaking the spell. "You know, you two could just go on your date now if you want," she says with a knowing smile. "I can manage the store for the last hour."

You glance at the clock. It's already closing time. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. You've been so lost in your conversation with Jannik that you didn't even notice. "Really?" you ask, hopeful.

Mrs. Higgins nods, her eyes twinkling. "Go on. Have fun. I'll handle the closing."

Jannik looks up from his book, his expression a mix of surprise and delight. "Are you sure?" he asks, his gaze flicking between you and Mrs. Higgins.

"Yes, go," she insists, waving you off with a laugh. "You've earned it, and I'd love to see that smile on your face more often."

You exchange a look with Jannik, and in that moment, the unspoken tension between you snaps like a tightly drawn bow. Without another word, you both grab your coats and step out into the crisp evening air, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the cobblestone street.

Walking side by side, you feel a buzz of excitement that's been missing for so long. You can't help but steal glances at him, his profile sharp and defined in the fading light. You've imagined this moment countless times, but the reality is so much more than you ever dared to hope for.

Jannik notices your gaze and looks over at you, his cheeks flushing slightly. "What is it?" he asks, a smile playing on his lips.

You look away, feeling your own cheeks warm. "Nothing," you reply, a little too quickly. "I just… I'm happy, I guess."

Jannik laughs, a sound that sends your heart into a delightful flutter. "Me too," he says, his eyes shining. "I've been thinking about asking you out for ages, but I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way."

You look up at him, feeling a rush of affection. "I've had the same fear," you admit. "But I'm so glad you did."

Jannik slides his hand into yours, and the simple gesture feels like the most natural thing in the world. Your heart skips a beat as your fingers interlock, his hand warm and strong. The cool evening air is a stark contrast to the warmth that spreads through you.

You walk down the cobblestone street, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the ancient buildings that line the way. The town is quiet, almost as if it's holding its breath, giving you two the space to share this moment in peace. You feel a giddiness bubbling up inside you, a feeling you thought was reserved for characters in the romance novels you secretly devour.

As you turn the corner, Jannik points out a small Italian restaurant, its windows steaming with the scent of garlic and tomato sauce. "This is the place," he says, his voice filled with excitement. The anticipation of the evening ahead has made you both hungry, and the thought of sharing a meal with him fills you with a warmth that has nothing to do with the food.

Inside, the restaurant is cozy, the walls adorned with family photos and vintage tennis memorabilia. The owner, a plump man with a thick mustache, greets Jannik like an old friend. "Jannik! Bene, bene!" he exclaims, enveloping him in a bear hug.

You stand aside, watching the interaction with a smile, feeling a swell of affection for this place that clearly holds a special place in Jannik's heart. The owner releases him and turns to you, his eyes twinkling. "And who is this lucky person you've brought with you?" he asks, his Italian accent thick and welcoming.

Jannik slides his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. "This is…" He pauses, looking at you for permission to reveal your relationship status. You nod, your cheeks still flushed from the confession at the bookstore. "This is my date," he says, pride and happiness resonating in his voice.

The owner's eyes widen in surprise before a broad smile stretches across his face. "Ah, a date!" He winks at you. "I'll give you the best table in the house." He leads you to a cozy corner booth, the candlelight flickering across the red-and-white checkered tablecloth. You sit down, your hands shaking slightly as you try to process the reality of what's happening.

The menu is a delightful assault on your senses, filled with dishes that sound like poetry and smell like home. You look up to find Jannik watching you, his gaze warm and affectionate. "I know it's a lot to choose from, but I promise, everything here is amazing," he says, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand.

You can't help but feel self-conscious under his scrutiny. "How do you decide?" you ask, your voice a little too high.

Jannik chuckles, the sound rich and deep. "It's easy," he says, leaning in closer. "You just have to trust your gut." He pauses, his eyes searching yours.

Your stomach flips, and you nod, trying to focus on the menu instead of the heat of his hand on yours. You decide on the lasagna, unable to resist the allure of the homemade pasta and the promise of a secret family recipe. Jannik orders the same, and the owner nods approvingly before disappearing into the kitchen.

The restaurant is a whirlwind of activity around you, but you're in a bubble; the only things that matter are the flicker of the candle between you and the sound of Jannik's voice. You talk about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as easily as the wine he ordered. You learn about his love for the mountains, where he grew up, and how he finds peace there when the world of professional tennis gets too hectic.

As the plates of lasagna are set before you, you realize how much you've missed this: the simple act of sharing a meal with someone who gets you, who makes you feel seen. You take a bite, the cheese stretching like a warm embrace, the sauce a symphony of flavors that dance on your tongue. "This is incredible," you murmur, your eyes meeting Jannik's.

He smiles, pleased. "It's his nonna's recipe," he says, nodding to the owner. "A family secret."

You laugh, the sound light and airy. "It's definitely worth keeping," you say, taking another bite. The conversation ebbs and flows, the silence between you now a comfortable one filled with the promise of more to come.

As you both clean your plates, Jannik reaches across the table, taking your hand again. "There's something I need to tell you," he says, his voice serious. You look up, your heart racing. "I've never felt this way about someone before. It's like…like I've been playing on easy mode, and now the game has changed."

You swallow the last bite, the warmth of the lasagna forgotten. "What do you mean?"

Jannik takes a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "I mean, you're…you're different. You make me feel things I've never felt before, and it's a bit overwhelming." He squeezes your hand gently. "But in the best way possible."

You smile, feeling your cheeks warm. "I know what you mean," you admit. "It's like I've been reading the same book over and over, and suddenly there's this new one that's got me hooked, you know?"

Jannik's eyes light up, understanding dawning on his face. "Exactly," he says, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "It's like finding a new author whose words just…resonate."

You nod, feeling a thrill run through you at his metaphor. "Yeah, like their words are just for you."

Jannik's smile turns into a grin. "Exactly." He takes a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving yours. "So, what do you say we write our own story together?"

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i love your writings thanks for the content!! can you write Jiu with the prompt "19. Back massage"? where she has been under lots of stress lately so her gf (8th member) helps her relax? make it fluffy pls

Jiu x Reader

Prompt n°19 : Back massage

Relax time

It's been a hell of a month for your leader, the company kept asking more and more out of her. As tough as she'll like to pretend she is, it was starting to get too much even for her.

It's been days since you saw anything but a frown on her face and you didn't like that.

She was coming home later than the rest of you, always way more exhausted than you. You were starting to get worried about her health, no one can keep up with such a schedule.

So when you heard the front door open, you decide it was time to do something for her. You snatched some massage oil from Handong and set up a nice atmosphere in your room. You set up some warm towels near the bed, you also got her favourite pyjamas out of the closet, you did everything for her to just relax.

All she'll have to do when she'll enter the bedroom is to let it all go and let you do the work.

"Good night girls I'm going to bed"

You heard her wish goodnight to the other girls in the living room before hearing her footsteps coming closer.

When she opened the door she just let herself fall face first on the mattress crushing the warm towels on the way.

She got up with her arms wondering what was under her.

"Why is there towels on the bed ? Were you ..?"

Realising what she was implying you turned bright red.

"Oh my god no, I wanted to give you a massage that's all."

"Ohh alright, it's okay though, I'm tired if you give me one I'll probably fall asleep anyway."

"Who said you couldn't ?"

You set the towels back and tug on her shirt, she rose her arms letting you get rid of the piece of clothing before crashing back face first on the mattress.

She must have had a bigger day than any others of the week to be this exhausted. You gave her a tender kiss on the cheek before whispering.

"Don't you want to put on your pyjs ?"

"Hmm..."

You took that as a clue that she wasn't ready to move anywhere anytime soon.

So you set up the oils and got some on your hand before starting to massage your girlfriend's back.

She let a content sigh when you started working on the knots of nerves she grew on her shoulders. Letting the pressure evaporate.

After some time you stoped Jiu appeared to be asleep, now completely relaxed and at ease.

You got to the bathroom to wash your hands and put back all the stuff you used.

Surprisingly when you came back Jiu was sat down on the bed waiting for you.

"I thought you were sleeping, sorry if I woke you up."

"I was but you got too far from me sweetheart. Come cuddle, I missed you today."

You got in bed in Jiu's arms.

"Thank you for the massage baby, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Thank you so much, sorry for the long wait here's your request. Have a good day or night, take care -Ael

[inbarbad0s]

I don't understand how we're supposed to not be delusional if we're also supposed to believe we have something that we don't. How can I believe I have a physical thing in my imagination which is purely not physical? For example, let's say I live in Michigan but I want to live in Paris. How do I wake up every day in Michigan but also truly believe that I live in Paris and one day magically wake up in Paris? Like it doesn't make sense. It seems like it involves some delusion, at least a little. Because otherwise, I'm going through my day interacting with my life in Michigan, talking and thinking about being in Michigan, but at the same time I'm supposed to "go within" whatever that means and be like "Yup, I live in Paris!" Then suddenly one day after truly believing I live in Paris even though my thoughts 24/7 are surrounding my life in Michigan, I'll magically wake up in a beautiful Paris apartment? I have to interact with the 3d day in and day out because I have to survive. How do I do that without identifying with it and believing I'm somewhere else? I just don't have that kind of time on my hands to rethink every thought I have about my circumstances as if they're not literally right in front of me. I'm sorry I've tried to believe in this, I've even applied for months, and of course, manifested nothing. Lately, idk if this loa stuff has been making sense much anymore.

you're not supposed to be delusional at all lol. i have multiple threads about how to decide something when it's not in your 3d, pls read my content before you start questioning my teachings.

i have stated multiple times you aren't telling yourself you have something in the 3d when you don't. you aren't pretending you are somewhere else. you're just knowing that you're there IN IMAGINATION. if you're "rethinking every thought" then you're not even in the state in the first place.

of course you manifested nothing when you're not doing it right 🙂

read my (free!) content before you get snarky. and be grateful when people take time out of their day to help you. thanks

[polarisjisung]

hi there, this is 🫧 anon! i logged in to see you being admitted?? how have you been lately? and oh no pls don't at all worry about the updates at all, just get better soon <33 i'm here willing to wait for as long as you wish for! loads of love bby!

HEY ANONNIE !! this is actually a really sweet ask thank you 🫶🏼🫶🏼

I've been good, hospital food hasn't been great but I won't lie and pretend my own cooking is any better so...😭😭😭 ALSO THE TOAST HERE IS SO GOOD?

and THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET AND PATIENT WITH ME and my unfulfilled promises of updating this past month 💀💀

I hope everything's going well for you as well my love, sending even more love back your way 🤞🏻💓💓

[moonbinscirera]

I feel like you would be the perfect passenger for me then because I always get lost even with a GPS when it doesn't work...

Omg taste... I would love to pick up more books with a woman of color centric character and YES bonus points for good gay rep pls 🤌🏼 I really do love fantasies as well 😩 omg an angst lover 💪🏼 honestly haven't read a lot of angst lately but >:) when authors aren't afraid to kill off a character I have got to say that's super refreshing 🍿

Ahahaha fake dating got that good spice to it...will never tire of that trope but I'm giggling at the kid fics... I can definitely see why you would not want to touch those with a 10ft pole 😂 👍🏼

I'm loving your ao3 search so much!! That's so detailed slay I'm just lucky if anything I like pops up for real - at this point I think I will just read anything out of desperation when I'm bored 😅

Slayyyy I think I'll continue looking into them maybe as a potential Christmas gift!! I'll also have to loon up ToonrificTariq then 👁 I'm loving the name already 😂

Screaming at how cool you are... Honestly watched GoT off and on only for the dragons 😩 - I'm cackling at how you can do it without looking although I'm sure you didn't miss *too* much 😂

I... am a fic writer 😩🫣 I don't think my stories are all that cool unfortunately... Most of the attention/notes have gone towards nsfw content rather than the sfw I used to labor over 💔 such is the woes of writeblr 😔

Thank you for thinking I'm studious 😂 I'm studying IT 🤓 I'm pretty sure I'll be graduating right before the gift giving starts off for this event hehe.. I cannot wait to be done for now 😭 homework and lectures are sooo boring at this point but the 24/7 working life... Ew! What about you (if you don't mind me asking hehe) 😳

xhxydhddhd at least if the gps breaks well be lost together shsbsshd

sometimes it feels like its a lil hard to find books with woc protags that arent realistic fiction and i hate that 😭 cuz alot of time the "realistic" setting they pick is one i cant relate to cuz i didnt grow up in the city or i wasnt the only black family in a whyte suburbs u know? so it takes like triple the digging to find something to connect to and it feel fun and not like racism porn 😭

anyway! angst is so good like its so satisfying and isnt there just something so so so like brain itching good about a homie being like please play pretend with me and then going oh shit wait its not pretend anymore actually?

im generally a rarepair shipper??? like in most fandoms i get into so its like i gotta be methodical and double back alot or else ill run outta content 😭 like even my favorite dynamic in svt is wonhao which barely anyone is checkin for 😭 (but quite honestly any less talked about hao dynamic imma jump thru hoops for like any of 95 line with him?????)

can u tell hao is my ult like is it obvious? i prommi i like him a normal amount like an absolutely normal amount like i swear on go- [gunshot]

do it do it do it doit³

im telling u i was in s2-3 and kept being like who tf is that??? by s4 i was like if this unknown person is here its no worries theyll prolly die soon anyway dont stress dont stress

ah creative ppl are always hard on their own work tho! (i am too) i bet its cooler than u think! that sucks tho when attn doesnt go to the works u really want them too 😔 like nsfw is fun but sfw should still get some love 😔

ooo and luckily! u caught me in this month because i just applied to an online school to study health IT so i can actually say imma be studying something! starting in January im nervous 👉🏾👈🏾 BUT CONGRATULATIONS ON UR GRADUATION

[iheartlexihoward]

green eyes // fez

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: you've always liked your friend, fez, a lot more than you could handle. you've just never had the courage to tell him. so when you walk into his store one day and he's with a pretty blonde girl, you do the only thing you can — disappear. but he misses you. too much.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: fez x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* cws: alcohol, you are both the dumbest people pls just communicate

based on this request! / masterlist

ahhh i'm super happy w the way this one turned out the req was a lot of fun to write! i wanted to do it justice bc i had a lot of inspo for it, so i wanted it to be a decent length sorry if it took a little while <3 thank u to the anon (w the galaxy brain hahaha) who requested this! i hope u enjoy! :)

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It had been just over two weeks since it happened, and still it was playing on your mind a lot more than you wished it would. Every time you thought you’d forgotten and were able to concentrate on something else, that sick feeling would squeeze at your stomach again and the memory of seeing them together would hit full force.

You felt ridiculous about it; it wasn’t like you had the right to be this way. He wasn’t yours, nothing close — just a boy you liked. A lot. Although, it didn’t feel so insignificant.

There was something about your relationship that felt so unbelievably special, so close to your heart. Maybe it was the way he looked at you from a distance, with his eyes sparkling like you were the only girl in the world. Or maybe it was the way he lit up when you spoke, truly listening to you in a way you felt nobody else did. Or maybe the way that ever since you became friends, he showed up at every single party you were at, instead of just a handful. It really seemed as if he felt the same way. Even if it was just a tiny part of him. But it could have been just as likely he was being friendly, not meaning to come off that way at all.

And then, to make it all worse, you walked in and saw her.

It was a regular occurrence for you to head down to the store on an evening, telling yourself you were just craving a particular drink or snack. Even though you knew it wasn’t necessarily true (and even if it was, Fez’s store was about twice the distance of your nearest corner shop, meaning you couldn’t have been fiending that bad), you ignored the fact. You enjoyed the routine of it, of knowing you had an excuse to see him. You’d put on the cutest outfit possible that meticulously didn’t look like you’d made an effort, call out to your parents that you were going to the store, drive down and park up. Fez would smile at you warmly as he saw you waltz in, always saying something adorably funny in greeting, sometimes teasing you about being back so soon (“you real thirsty lately, huh?”).

Whenever he’d say something along those lines, you’d have to pretend to traipse your eyes through the coolers, not wanting him to see how flustered it made you. Any mention of you possibly making effort to see him, or worse having a crush, made you want to shrivel up — you didn’t know why you felt the need to keep it a tightly held secret. He just made you feel like a cringey preteen, gushing over some cute boy in her class.

You remembered the time a couple of months before when, at a party, you’d been talking to Fez peacefully until your tipsy friends decided to come breezing up.

“Sorry!” Maddy exclaimed, lacing her fingers through yours and plonking herself on the couch next to you as Cassie stood by, clasping a glass. She lolled her head across your shoulder, looking over you at the boy. “We have to steal your girlfriend, Fezco. Super urgent matter to attend to.”

You were so fucking embarrassed, heart banging faster in your chest. But Fez didn’t make a face. He didn’t say anything to the effect of, ‘she’s not my girlfriend’. He just chuckled and brought his joint up between a thumb and forefinger. “That’s aight.”

“Perfect!” she jumped back up, pulling you with her whether you liked it or not. As you were walking away, still definitely in earshot, she decided it was the perfect time to loudly yammer on. “So when are you two gonna fuck?”

“Oh my fucking God, Maddy, shut up!” you hissed. Blood rushed to your head as you squeezed her arm, willing her to stop.

“Because it’s, like, obvious that you want to.” She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she watched you flounder around.

“Cassie, please tell her to shut the fuck up.” As you looked desperately at her for backup, the sides of her mouth just quirked upwards and she glanced down at her drink.

“Shut up, Maddy,” she said half-heartedly, bringing her eyes back up to look at you knowingly.

“What did you guys even want? What’s the… ‘urgent matter’?” You exasperatedly sat down on a barstool nearby, swinging Maddy’s hand in yours. She just giggled, casting her gaze over at Cassie. The situation clicked in your mind, your eyebrows raising slightly before you let out a sigh. “Are you serious? How old are you, for real?”

“He likes you. You like him!” Maddy squeezed at your hand. “Don’t you see where this should be headed? It’s, like, painful watching you both just stare at each other.”

You rolled your eyes. “He does not… like me. He’s just being nice.”

“Bitch, if he was just being nice, he’d be the exact same with me, with Cass, with every other girl in here. But he’s not. You’re literally one of the only people I’ve seen Fezco talk to for, like, over ten minutes.”

“Because we’re friends.”

Maddy feigned anger, gesturing dramatically. “Don’t make me fucking hit you. You are hot as shit. No way he sees you as a friend.”

“What, so all my friends wanna fuck me?” You pulled a sarcastic face, looking between the two of them. “You two have fat crushes on me?”

“…I mean…” Maddy smirked and turned away theatrically, starting to slowly sashay off. With you and Cassie left alone, there was a pause before the girl shuffled awkwardly, moving closer to you.

“I know she’s being fucking annoying on purpose…” she began softly. “But… I think you’d be good together. When she was saying all that stupid shit, I saw how he reacted. He didn’t care. He was kinda… laughing to himself.”

She rested a hand on yours encouragingly and smiled a tad. “Plus, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Cassie held your gaze, raising an eyebrow once and widening her grin for a split second, then turning to wander off after Maddy.

You got to your feet uneasily, brain doing somersaults trying to wrap itself around everything that just happened. And as you looked around the room, of course you accidentally made eye contact with the one person who could make your cheeks burn a million degrees.

But Fezco just smiled.

For a while, you started to wonder. Really wonder. Even Maddy’s relentless drunken teasing had gotten to you a little, but what really made you think was what Cassie had said. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Fuck, so had you — his eyes boring into you always made you melt, but you just figured he was an intense guy. You had no clue if he was looking at everyone like that, every girl like that, and you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It was difficult to believe Fez would want you.

But it started to creep up on you. You started to notice small things he did, things that were hard to construe another way. In turn, you started to get a bit braver with what you did and said, a coquettish smile here and there, standing a little closer to talk to him at functions.

And then out of nowhere, Fezco was with another fucking girl.

You’d walked into the store prepared to make your usual conversation — while nothing like the long, probing ones you often had while buzzed, it was the highlight of your day — lighting up as Fez greeted you, sitting on the counter.

“Whatchu after this time?” he jested kindly, you hovering in the middle of the aisle.

You hummed and wandered slightly towards him. “Probably just a drink.”

“Well… we got plenty a’ those.” Fez paused before gesturing slightly towards the back. “I’on usually get any, but I know you like that cherry Pepsi… so… I, uh, picked a few up.”

A blonde girl sitting cross-legged on the freezer popped her head around. You hadn’t noticed her before because of the angle, the action taking you by surprise. “I like that cherry Pepsi, too.”

You didn’t know what to say, unable to do much but open your mouth slightly and flit your eyes back and forth between them. You’d never even so much as seen Fez with another girl, and there he was letting someone you’d never met chill with him as he worked the store. They had to be an item… right? Even if they weren’t, it made your chest pulse with jealousy. It felt petty, but you’d never known anyone keep him company there for any extended period of time. Why weren’t you the first?

Sensing awkwardness, the girl dozily raised a hand. “Hi. I’m Faye.”

Stuttering out a response, you stiffly gave her your name back. Fez looked at you in a way you couldn’t quite work out.

“Are you two, like…?” You scratched between your eyebrows nervously before using two fingers to motion towards them.

Fezco shifted, digging his heels into the shelf his feet were resting on. “Yeah, nah. She’s just… stayin’ with me for a bit. B-but she’s cool though.”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

The air was thick enough to slice through, foreign situation leaving you unable to form a sentence. Luckily for you, Fez spoke up after a beat.

“You want me to get one a’ those new Pepsis out the back? If you thirsty.”

“Uh… sure.” As he hopped off and opened the fridge door, disappearing inside, a sick, melancholy feeling you didn’t want had well and truly filled your chest. You tried to dart your eyes around the room, but couldn’t help focusing on Faye in tiny intervals, building a strong mental image of her piece by piece. She was pretty, with sleepy, alluring eyes, freckled skin and full lips. You felt pathetic, sizing up your competition who apparently wasn’t even your competition; she’d already seemed to have won.

“Here ya go. Fresh out the box.” Fez returned and handed the bottle to you. You avoided eye contact, keeping the register as your centre of attention.

“Uh… how much do I owe?”

Sucking his teeth, he floated over to the cash desk and tapped a few buttons, his intrusion of your line of sight making you snap out of it. You licked your lips and flitted your eyes over him, just wanting to be out of there before you started fucking crying.

“Jus’… gimme a dollar for it.”

Quickly, you rifled through your pocket for a note and handed it over like it was poisonous, anxious to touch his hand whatsoever. You’d normally linger to chat a bit. But that day, you mustered the only smile you could give and an immediate, “Anyway. Bye, both of you.”

He barely had chance to respond before you turned on your heels and took off back to your car, voice falling into the air behind you. “Uh… see ya?”

As soon as you slammed the door shut, you shoved the bottle into the cup holder and folded your arms around yourself. Hot tears couldn’t help but fall, not just because of Faye, because of the idea of Fez having a girlfriend — but because of how fucking embarrassed you were at the way you’d just acted. You’d been so ridiculously conspicuous, looking like you were about to burst upon meeting what should have been a random friend’s girlfriend. But Fez wasn’t a random fucking friend. He was, when it came down to it, one of your closest friends.

And you were in love with him.

So, to spare yourself as much pain as you possibly could, you stopped going around. You stopped waiting for his name to pop up on your phone. Even though it still did; it was unlike you to not show your face, and a few days later he’d texted to remind you that your cherry Pepsis were still in the fridge waiting.

All you could think was just give them to your girlfriend. She likes them too.

You got one more text from Fezco just under a week after that. The Friday after the ‘incident’, there’d been a party your friends had attempted to drag you to, but you couldn’t handle seeing him. You weakly feigned sickness, not caring if they knew it was bullshit, just wanting them to leave you be. That night, when everyone but you turned up, he knew something was very wrong. But still, he’d given it a couple more days before double texting. Maybe you really were ill — even though when he asked Maddy why you weren’t there, she’d put air quotes around the word.

On the Tuesday, he’d typed and retyped a message myriad times before having the guts to press enter. He didn’t know what was the problem, if it was something personal you wouldn’t want to talk about, if you and your friends were having issues, or worst of all, if it was him who’d upset you.

From: fez

You okay? I do something wrong?

You were on your side in bed, gaze trained on the TV when you received it. Eyes squeezing shut as you gripped your phone, your heart ached.

No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did it all right. You found someone, and I’m still here pining after you wishing I went about everything differently.

You thought about replying, just a quick, ‘no don’t worry’, but decided against it. It wouldn’t seem remotely truthful, and you didn’t want to open the floodgates, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop talking to him. All it would do is complicate the situation even more.

So you switched your phone off.

You’d turned it back on the next day after a night of fitful sleep, but there wasn’t anything more from him. And until the following week, it was radio silence.

When yet another weekend of gatherings had gone by with no sign of you, nor had you turned up at the store, Fez'd had enough.

He’d not seen your face in over two weeks, the longest stint since you first met. What hurt most is that he didn’t understand why. All he’d thought about was you. For the first few days, it just felt a little odd the way things had been left. It wasn’t like you to stutter, to refuse to stay and talk, to not show up the next day asking for another drink or a bag of chips. But then as the week went on, even before you didn’t turn up that first Friday, it started to sink in.

You were ignoring him.

So many quiet hours at the shop were spent wracking his brain as to what he’d done to offend you — he kept replaying your last interaction over and over in his head. Had he said something a little too sharply, or overstepped by ordering something in special for you without asking? Was it something else entirely, something that went on in a previous occurrence? The idea that Faye freaked you out did cross his mind, him recalling the way you’d asked if they were together, but he quickly shot it down. You’d most likely have just been curious upon seeing a girl with him that you didn’t know. And anyway, it was difficult to believe you would want him.

It wasn’t like he was even thinking about it from that lens. His main concerns were: one, that you were going through something bad enough to shut him out; two, that he’d done something serious to upset you; and three, that he’d lost one of his closest friends for good.

If he had, in fact, done something bad enough to warrant you never speaking again, he’d try his best to take it in his stride, as much as it would hurt. He’d apologize to the ends of the Earth, but if you really wanted to go your separate ways, he wouldn’t stop you. He just needed to hear it from your mouth.

He didn’t think texting you again was a good idea, nor attempting to call. He doubted you’d answer or even listen to what he had to say, and to be honest, he was damn well scared you might block him.

So, he reached out to the one person he knew you’d listen to.

Wednesday afternoon, you were slightly surprised to receive an incoming FaceTime from Cassie. It wasn’t like it was unheard of, but the two of you just tended to text more often, and if you wanted to video call you’d usually give notice first. You almost didn’t pick it up, but something nagged at you to accept.

“Cass?” You questioned in greeting, making your way over to lay on your bed then holding the phone out in front of you. Cassie was sitting on her downstairs couch, a concerned yet intrigued expression on her face.

“You wanna tell me… why Fezco texted Maddy to get my number, so he could call me and tell me to tell you to go by the store?” she rattled off, tilting her head slightly from side to side as she explained the convoluted details. “And… you also wanna tell me what’s been wrong? And if it… maybe… has something to do with it?”

Fluttering your eyes closed, you took a deep breath in and sighed. The boy was relentless. You had to admit it felt good he was missing you enough to go to such extent, but when you remembered the whole reason for the issue, the sunshine in your belly dissipated.

“Are you two together? What happened? Did you break up or something?”

“Cassie, literally the fucking opposite.” You drew your eyebrows together. “I think he has a girlfriend.”

“Fezco?” She scoffed gently. “Fezco doesn’t even, like, talk to girls like that anymore. Just you.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Running a hand through your hair, you sat up quickly. “A little while ago, I went to the store and… some fucking girl was there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, sitting with him while he ran the store. And then he said she was staying with them.”

Cass pulled her shoulders up as she spoke. “That could mean anything! She could be, like, his cousin or something.” “Then why didn’t he say she’s his fucking cousin?”

“Because it’s Fezco.” As much as you hated to say it, she was right. Fez wasn’t always the best with words, sometimes skipping details entirely and offering bizarre ways of putting things. It was actually one of your favorite things about him mostly; you found his way of speaking endearing. A lot of it was because his brain worked way faster than his mouth could hope to keep up with. But in this case, it had only served to create the most confusing circumstance you’d ever been in.

“But what if she is his girlfriend?”

“If he has a girlfriend, why is he calling round all your fucking friends trying to get you to talk to him?” Cassie interrogated, raising her eyebrows.

“Because we’re friends.”

“Don’t you dare,” she said firmly, but a toothy smile played at her lips, and you couldn’t help but shyly smile back. “Listen… if this girl is with him… then it’s a shitty situation, because… I know.”

You nodded and looked down, taking in her words.

“But if she is, you gotta just move on. I know how it’s been with you two, but it’s his loss.”

“Yeah.”

“…And if she isn’t,” Cassie giggled, pointing at the screen, “then if you don’t finally fucking kiss him, especially for all his trouble, I’m gonna be so fucking mad at you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, closing your eyes. “That’s very fair.”

As soon as you hung up the call, you’d pulled on the first set of sneakers you saw, grabbed your car keys, and called out to your parents that you were going to the store.

You’d driven down there fully preparing yourself to walk straight in, but once you’d parked up you couldn’t help but sit in your car and wring your hands for a good five minutes. Cassie’s words echoed in your mind as you desperately tried to psych yourself up — either way the situation could possibly go, it felt terrifying. You weren’t just thinking about what he might say, what you were going to say, but also the way the past two weeks had gone.

Pushing him away like that had felt wrong. So wrong. But what if Faye was his girlfriend, and you had to carry it on forever? You knew in your heart you wouldn’t be able to stay friends, not in the way you had been. It would hurt too much having him close but knowing it couldn’t work, knowing he belonged to someone else. But at the same time, you couldn’t stay this… recluse. Instead of hiding in your room, you’d have to start going back out. You’d run into him while Maddy went to the store, or see him across the room at a function. And you’d have to start making an effort to get over him.

The only issue with that: you didn’t fucking want to.

Cracking your knuckles anxiously, you stepped out of the car and willed your feet to take you inside. Sure enough, he was leant on the cash desk — his head was already slightly facing in your direction, like he’d been watching the entrance waiting for you.

The absence made his appearance hit you even harder, and you immediately just wanted to wrap yourself around him. He looked beautiful as ever even under the harsh fluorescents, clad in an cozy oversized sweater and dark wash jeans. You’d frozen a few meters away from him, and there was a pregnant pause as he stood up straight. He looked at you properly, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t summon the words.

“Hi,” you eventually got out, voice quiet. Fez shoved his hand in his pocket.

“Uh… hey,” he spoke in reply, offering a muted smile. After a beat, he stepped over to the fridge door and swung it open, bobbing his head in. “Yo, Ash, can you watch the store for a few?”

You heard Ash get up, voice irritated as he made his way out to the front. Their dynamic made you laugh silently to yourself, breaking the tension inside you a little.

“You fuckin’ serious? You don’t think I got my own shit to do right n—“ He faltered as he walked through the door, realizing you were standing there. Pausing for a second, an almost undetectable smile toyed at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah… no worries, man. Gotchu.” Ash hopped up on the counter, a knowing look crossing his face as he glanced at the two of you, then off into space, making a show of giving you privacy. Fezco turned to look at you, tentatively making his way closer.

“You wanna… talk outside or somethin’?”

You pursed your lips and nodded in response, Fez also bobbing his head a little at your affirmation. “Cool. Uh… after you.”

Gesturing towards the entrance slightly, he waited for you to make your way out before he followed you carefully. Once outside, you situated yourself a little bit away, out of Ash’s earshot, and squatted down by the wall. Fezco hesitated before shuffling closer and joining, sitting down on the concrete next to you. The early evening air was pleasant, but felt painfully thick as you silently experienced each other’s presence for a moment. It was him who spoke up first.

“Thanks for comin’.” You felt him turn to look at you, but you didn’t return it; you knew if you gazed into his eyes even for a second, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself. “Knew it was a long shot gettin’ Cassie to talk to you and shit. I felt kinda… stupid doin’ it.”

“You don’t need to feel stupid, Fez.” Clasping your hands together, you trained your gaze forward and sighed. “It meant a lot to me.”

“Then why you been fuckin’ ignorin’ me like that?” His words were firm, like he couldn’t keep them in a moment longer, but his tone was still that familiar soft drawl. Even softer than normal, really. “Seriously, I do something to… offend you? Or what? It’s been really fuckin’ wit’ me.”

Your nostrils flared and you bit at the inside of your cheek as you fully sat down on the floor, not knowing how to react — whether to lie, or spill your heart out. “No… y-you haven’t done anything, I promise.”

“Then what…?” Fez motioned around himself slightly, trailing off. “I mean seriously, man… what am I s’posed to think when all of a sudden, you just stop comin’ round, you ain’t at parties, ain’t answerin’ yo damn phone. Thought I did somethin’ to make you hate me or some shit.”

“You could never do anything to make me hate you. Ever.”

“Then what’s wrong? For real… you can tell me. If it’s some shit wit’ yo family or whatever, or you goin’ through some real shit, it’s okay. Jus’… don’t fuckin’ shut me out like that, you understand?”

You couldn’t help yourself — he was so sincere, you had to turn around and meet his gaze, see his face up close again. And fuck, you regretted it. He was so perfect, so gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes so full of emotion it made you want to cry. And kiss him. Over and over.

So instead, you looked away and scratched at your temple. “I don’t know how to talk about it.”

“Jus’ tell me. Jus’… please. Fuckin’ tell me. Whatever it is… I ain’t gone judge. You know me.”

You were practically vibrating, body so rigid with tension, your feelings threatening to burst out of you all in one. Luckily, Fez continued before they had chance.

“This past… however long we ain’t been talkin’… I fuckin’ hated it. I missed you, man. So fuckin’ much. Talkin’ to you… it’s like the highlight of my day.”

You sniffed. “Fez… you don’t understand.”

“Then tell me. Jus’… please.” He paused before reaching out and gently touching your shoulder, you flinching slightly before leaning into the contact. You literally could not fucking handle it anymore.

“Fez…” It was almost a whisper as you smacked a hand up to your face, trying to gain the courage to say what you so desperately needed to. “Fez, I fucking like you.”

You could practically read his mind as he hesitated, knowing the effect the phrase would have had on him. You knew he’d be nervous to read into it too much, girlfriend or not. “Shit, I like you too.”

Breathing out heavily, you flattened your back against the wall then fully turned to the side to meet him. “No, Fez. Like… I fucking like you. Like, I want to be with you. I’ve liked you for so fucking long, and I never knew if you liked me too, and it hurts. And when I saw you with that… that girl—“

Fez cut you off. “What, Faye?”

“Yes, Faye.” You rubbed at your leg anxiously, trying to soothe yourself, so aware of what you’d just confessed.

“Nah… Faye… she’s my homie’s girl.”

Your shoulders visibly deflated as you tried to compute the situation. “What?”

“Y-yeah… she’s… uh, shit—“ Breathing out sharply through his nose as he looked away for a split second, Fez turned back to bore into you. “Listen, imma tell you this because I trust you. But… her man… he was workin’ with Mouse. She got into a little bit a’ trouble, so she’s stayin’ with me.”

Now it was your turn to look away, not knowing how to respond. She wasn’t his fucking girlfriend. And you were the biggest idiot in the world.

“Fez, I thought… I thought you were fucking… together.” Your breathing was sporadic as you flitted your head back. And when you did, he was looking right into you.

“No… fuck, God no.” His eyes dragged over you, and you were immediately insecure at the way you looked. With two weeks of zero sleep and a sloppy outfit, you were sure there was no way he could have found you beautiful.

But he did. And that’s why he kissed you.

It took a second for you to both understand what was going on, and to have the brain and body coordination to kiss him back. You couldn’t fucking believe that Fez, Fez who you’d had the biggest, stupidest crush on for too long to keep track, Fez who you lay awake at night thinking about, Fez who you never in a million years would have believed liked you back, was kissing you.

Involuntarily, your right hand moved to touch his jaw as your lips figured out how to slot against his. But before you knew it, it was over. It was your first kiss — short, and so, so fucking sweet.

He pulled away and looked at you in a way you hadn’t seen from him yet. “…She ain’t my fucking girlfriend. Promise you that.”

You didn’t even know how to respond, the whole thing too overwhelming.

“I ain’t even fuckin’ look at girls like that. I been waiting on someone.”

And he kissed you again.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

best friend's brother | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 1.5k request: yes/no. by an anon: "Hello there, I love your f1 au’s!!!! the Mick ones are especially adorable and I love the detail and dialogue :-) I was wondering if you’d considered doing a driver x reader uni student type one? (Maybe with Mick or Callum Ilott if you’ve heard of him?) First meeting at some rooftop party before some glitzy race weekend? Just a suggestion! :-)" thank you so much for this! at first i misread this and started writing something completely different, so i wrote this in like two hours. maybe i'll post the other draft another day. warnings: really none that i can think of. (legal) drinking? english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. a/n: i know gina's birthday is in february, but let's pretend it's in july for the sake of the fic. thx. also! i cut it out there because i want to make a part two with another request that i thought would fit in well. also also! i'm still pretty blue about lando, so if you have anything you'd like to read with him send it my way :)

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(he's giving me soft!boyfriend vibes pls)

"why are we celebrating today, a wednesday of all days, if your birthday's on saturday? the perfect day for a party?" you asked, applying red lipstick as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

"because my brother is in town and we'll be busy during the weekend," your roommate and best friend, gina, replied from her room across the hall.

"fine, but you'll have to wake me up tomorrow if i miss my alarms," you said as you grabbed your small clutch with your phone, credit card and keys in it.

"i always do," she rolled her eyes as you made your way to your front door. locking the door behind you, you walked down the stairs until you reached the entrance of your building.

you had been sharing a flat with gina for the past few months, you met in one of your classes as uni in your first year, back then you weren't really friends, but you were friendly. as semesters passed your bond grew closer, and now in your final year at school, you decided to move in together as you prepared to enter the stress and responsibilities of adulthood.

she'd made reservations for a nice restaurant, with only her closest friends and now, her brother joining you. you being you, called right after and made sure to book a table at the terrace, which she'd been rambling about for weeks now, but decided against booking it because it was more expensive. she'd saved you from being late to classes so many times, helped you when you needed, and really just being an excellent friend and the best roommate you could ever ask for. it was the least you could do.

when you arrived gina told her name to the hostess, who smiled as she led you through the busy tables and to the shiny elevator in the back. the doors opened and you were greeted by a landscape of the city, the lights of the tall buildings shining like little stars. gina told the hostess that there must've been a mistake, but you touched her arm, making her glance your way.

"surprise!" you said, raising your arms and doing jazz hands.

she hugged you, squealing in delight as you made your way to the beautifully set table. there was a bottle of expensive champagne resting on a bed of ice inside of a bucket.

"it's my favorite, thank you (y/n)!" she said, throwing her arms around you again, you accepted her hug and shook your head when she let you go.

"i didn't order that," you said. and just then, you noticed a guy walking towards you.

"i did," he spoke, his voice deep with a thick accent. you instantly noticed the resemblance between the two, this must be gina's brother.

"mick!" she ran to his arms, he lifted her off the ground and spun her around, you smiled at the pure joy your best friend was feeling at the moment. "i can't believe you're here, it's been so long," she said once her shoes hit the floor again.

"i know, i've been busy. i've missed you," he said, and you took that time to eye him up quickly. you couldn't deny he was attractive, with captivating blue eyes and a welcoming smile. whilst the siblings caught up you ordered the first round of drinks for you three, taking a gamble and ordering vodka. you knew gina liked it, but you weren't sure about her brother.

"this is (y/n), my best friend," gina called your name as she introduced you to her brother. "(y/n), this is my brother, mick." she finished as you shook his hand, smiling.

"hi, pleasure to meet you," he said, he took your hand in a strong and firm embrace.

"likewise," you smiled at him. you sat as a waiter arrived with your drinks.

an easy conversation between the three of you began to flow, and as more of gina's friends appeared, you were left with mick for company.

he asked about your major, your plans for the future. he listened and asked questions as you spoke, showing you that he truly was interested in what you were saying. then it was your turn to interrogate him, you knew he has a racing driver, gina had told you so, but you had no idea that just this year he was making his debut in formula 1, a dream he had since he was a little boy.

you asked him about more of his passions, and he told you he was passionate about learning new languages, as he already mastered four, which completely surprised you as you were thinking about learning a new language. he gave you his number and asked for yours, promising to give you lessons when he was available, but he'd explained earlier that he was pretty much busy for the entire year, and you wondered if that was just an excuse you get your number. you didn't mind either way.

gina often checked in on you, having already lost count of how many drinks she'd had. the rest of her friends also said hi to you during the night, but left quickly to return to the birthday girl. leaving you again all alone with mick.

"so, gina said that you'd be busy this weekend, is it because of the race?" you asked, taking a sip of the bubbly champagne gina had just popped open.

"yeah, we haven't seen each other since christmas, and of course we text and facetime, but it's not the same, you know?" he said, and you nodded. "it's been so long since she's been to one of my races, and now that we're in silverstone... sometimes i just need my family with me," he said.

"of course," you said, patting his hand. he'd explained that his rookie season wasn't going as well as he hoped, and you couldn't help but feel bad, since he just came from winning a championship. "promise to return her in one piece, though." you said, pointing your index finger at him and raising an eyebrow.

"i will, don't worry. i'm the one that does the driving, not her,"

"thank god, she's an awful driver." you said, laughing. "she almost crashed my car one day when we were running late for class."

"yeah, i guess i got the driving gene and not gina," he shrugged, chuckling.

you nodded, "you should give her some lessons," you teased, and he shook his head.

"i'm not the greatest teacher," he said.

"then how are you going to teach me how to speak four languages?" you raised one eyebrow, and his eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "it's okay, i would've given you my number either way. or you could've asked gina,"

"not if i wanted to avoid her interrogation," he said and you laughed, nodding.

"true. you better put it to good use," you smirked, liking the playful and flirty banter. you hadn't felt this at ease with someone you'd just met in a long time.

"don't worry, i will." you felt something in your stomach, like fluttering, but ignored it.

the night ended with you and mick dragging gina into her bedroom, you took off her shoes and tucked her in. she was dead asleep in an instant.

"there goes my alarm clock," you thought out loud.

"you have school tomorrow?" mick asked. he was sitting on your sofa in the living room. you kicked off your heels and sat down, your back against the arm of the couch, toes barely touching the wooden floors.

"yeah," you sighed. "it's only two classes, though, but they're early."

"what time are you done?" he asked, you thought for a moment before glancing his way.

"eleven, i think." you answered, "why?"

"would you like to come with us?" he asked, and you raised your eyebrows.

"to silverstone?"

"yeah, you and gina can keep each other company in the garage or the team hospitality when i'm busy. and it's been a while since she's been to a race, it'll be good for her to have someone with her." he said.

"i wouldn't want to impose," you began, and he cut you off.

"nonsense, think of this as a thank you for what you've done for my sister. i haven't seen her so carefree and cheerful like this in a long time." he said, and it warmed your heart how much he loved his sister that he was willing to let someone else tag along to their limited time together.

"okay, i'll see if i can get out earlier so you're not late for whatever you need to do," you agreed, and you felt that same flutter in your stomach again as his eyes lit up when you answered.

"great, why don't i drive you to uni tomorrow? we'll pick you up and drive to the airport straight away," he said.

"oh, it's okay, i can take a cab, i wouldn't want to make you wake up early," he placed a hand on yours, stopping your rambling.

"i wake up at 6 am every day, it's not a problem." he explained, and you sighed. you gave him a small smile, nodding.

"okay, then. i guess i'll see you tomorrow. is 7:30 alright with you?" you asked as you made your way to your bedroom, mick would be crashing in the guest room for the night.

"perfect, see you in the morning. goodnight," he leaned in and kissed your cheek quickly. you prayed he hadn't noticed your rosy cheeks.

"yeah, goodnight." you opened your door and closed it behind you, leaning against it as you let out a deep breath.

a weekend at silverstone with the schumachers. what had you gotten yourself into?

[kkusuka]

Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

 Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi. 

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw 

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio  and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but  they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love. 

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon. 

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do. 

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation. 

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches. 

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments. 

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles. 

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?” 

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that” 

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut” 

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime 

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

Or 

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are! 

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday! 

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.) 

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck. 

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth. 

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

 Double penetration?

 Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats” 

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason. 

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi! 

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life. 

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day) 

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am 

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go. 

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you. 

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart. 

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Or 

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do! 

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you. 

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes” 

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair 

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words. 

You defiantly knew Sakusa first. 

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope 

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner! 

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty) 

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.  

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you. 

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it” 

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain) 

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves) 

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet) 

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit. 

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming. 

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them. 

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit. 

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless. 

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you  two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come. 

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too) 

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that” 

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet) 

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime” 

I would do anything for these two- 

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

 You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them. 

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you. 

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all. 

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes. 

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation! 

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year! 

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much! 

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool. 

You make him a unique bento everyday! 

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw 

The way that both of them are into cockwarming- 

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it. 

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough  for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home. 

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum. 

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people. 

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants. 

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see. 

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha) 

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off. 

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they  knew what a slut you are” 

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important” 

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!” 

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest?  Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway. 

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro! 

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

 The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things. 

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections! 

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates! 

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night! 

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants! 

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm! 

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives. 

Nsfw 

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life. 

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto. 

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

 Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission. 

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :( 

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again! 

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad” 

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!” 

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.” 

[siennadraws]

OC interview: Terys Lavellan

Thank you @thatssolavellan for the tag!!!

INTRODUCTION

1. Can you introduce yourself?

I am Terys, a hunter of Clan Lavellan, I go by she, and I'm Mythal's Chosen.

2. What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

Gender identity is something different from elves to shem, but I feel comfortable being called a woman. I'm attracted to all kinds of people and single.

3. Where and when were you born?

I was born on the 7th day of the second month of Spring. The calendar we Elvhen use is different from the shem's Chantry's, but I think the month would be Cloudreach. I was born in my clan's camp, in Ferelden. We used to live there before the Blight.

4. What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

I use daggers and I prefer finishing the fight before it starts. I try to kill as many of my enemies as I can before they notice me.

5. Lastly, are you happy?

That's a difficult question. I am and am not. There's a moment for every emotion. Just because my life is hard doesn't mean I don't find happiness. But my life has been hard.

The rest of the questions under cut because it gets long.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

1. What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

My family is wonderful, and I love them.

My mother is a very wise woman, she's the more quiet one, listening in on everything before speaking. As the Keeper, she's also a very powerful mage. My mom is wise as well, of course, but she's more adventurous and loud, my uncle still tells stories of all the trouble they got into as children.

My sister is a sweetheart. She loves finding things and learning, a bit like me, but she's more of a open book, despite her shyness. She also loves all kinds of dogs, especially the wolves our clan travels with, especially Arla, the pack's leader.

2. Have you ever ran away from home?

Never, and I've never thought about it or found the need, to be honest.

3. Would you consider marriage or having children?

I'd consider marriage, but having children isn't something I want. I'd rather just help my fellow clan mates with their kids when they need and I can.

4. Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

No. Not at all. But I have hated some of them, and they hated me back. But we have moved on from it. Cass and I only started getting along after Corypheus was defeated. I had that weight off my shoulders and she had started realizing her biases. Awkward talks ensued but we're friends now.

Viv and I started getting along after Haven fell. I realized that she truly cared for her fellow mages and everyone else, just has a different way of thought on how to protect them, and I spoke to her about Dalish mages, and how we didn't actually abandoned them in the wilds. I think my sister joining the Inquisition was also a great help.

5. Which friend knows everything about you?

The one friend whose goals would find him using that knowledge against me. Solas.

ASKED BY FANS

1. Are you literate? Have you been to school?

I can read and write both Elvhen and Trade, my Trade was a bit rusty before joining the Inquisition. I was taught alongside my clan mates my age many different things, trades and history, survival and the ways of nature, religion. And I tried to learn more, and learned much more as life went on.

2. The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

I may have made a few jokes about Solas being the mastermind behind the Breach.

3. What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

That the rumors Mother Giselle warned me about weren't that Dorian was manipulating me, or that we were working together for nefarious ends, but that we were in a relationship. I only realized it when Dorian made a joke about it, when he was saying his goodbyes.

4. Do you have mental health or physical issues?

I obviously have one physical issue, my missing arm. Thankfully I have a prothesis, but it causes problems of its own. And my mental health is... Probably shaky. I'm more paranoid and anxious than I used to be.

5. What is your current main goal?

My current goal is to stop Solas from ending this world. Hopefully finding a way to return it to it's natural state in a peaceful way.

CHOICES

1. Drink or food?

Food.

2. Cats or dogs?  

My sister would kill me for this, but cats. I still love dogs.

3. Optimist or pessimist?

A balance of both. It depends on what I'm thinking about.

4. Sassy or sarcastic?

Sassy.

HAVE YOU EVER

1. Been caught sneaking out?  

Yes. My sister and I used to sneak out to explore ancient Elvhen ruins, after they were cleared by the hunters. We told our mothers we were going to gather blueberries, but they caught on the lie. I suspect they sent some hunters to watch over us without being caught.

Once we got older my sister and I still went to explore the ruins, but this time with authorization, and a couple of my hunter friends as backup.

2. Broken a bone?

A couple, it happens when you're a hunter, or a reckless kid, or when you're trying to repair a big hole in the sky made by a Magister.

3. Received flowers?

Yes. Romantically and platonically. Dalish kids love making flower crowns, it's something that keeps their hands busy and that they can brag about.

4. Ghosted someone?

No. When you're Dalish there aren't many ways to ghost someone, even if it's during an Arlathvenn, so you don't really find the need later in life, even outside the clan.

5. Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

Never. This may be the cause of a couple of Josephine's grey hairs.

I'm tagging @dreadfutures @little-lightning-lavellan @vakarians-girl @vvakarians @tireddemigod @vronism (no pressure) and whoever wants to do this (pls tag me!)

[suganovakawa]

i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺

[dayseternal-blog]

Hi Days! I'm a huge fan of your work and your tumblr blog bc you give so many naruhina fanfic recs and talk about your stories, etc.

To sum it up, you're my favorite person lol, I'm a bit shy so I'm asking this as an anon, but I wanted to tell you something random just because I've always just thought about it and maybe you would agree or comment on it.

Have you ever listened to mitski? If you haven't I recomend you do bc she's amazing, but anyways I was listening to a song of hers called "washing machine heart" and it reminded me of naruhina, like the fic "together you and I" but different you know, like naruto only married hinata because he couldn't have sakura, she was his second option and every time he looked at her he wished and pretended it was Sakura, so Hina tries her hardest to look pretty and try to be the person he wants, always getting saddend by the idea that she isn't the one he wants, she knows his heart will only belong to Sakura. She let's him trample all over her heart and use her because she loves him unconditionally, maybe cry to her on some nights because he longs for Sakura's love that will never come.

I've read so many fanfics and I've never encountered one using this concept, I'd write it myself, but I'm not good at writing, maybe I'm reaching but it could inspire an angst story made by you or just a prompt or idea/concept for anyone to use. The hurt in this could be inmaculate and I bet a good writer could bring everyone to tears if they read a story like this. You don't have to do anything ofc I'll love you either way, I'm not meaning to push you to write a whole story with this concept by any means or to even post this ask, it's just something I made up/ related to this certain song, so I wanted you to see it, perhaps share your opinion or thoughts on it or just think about it. I love pain a lot hahaha bc I'm not a narusaku shipper in any way, I actually dislike the ship a lot.

Thank you for reading this and pls keep up the awesome work!! I'll always be a fan and support you and your spectacular writing❤️❤️

GAH What an awful fic idea you have 💔

“The Ring that Binds” by softwind - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete.  Naruto and Hinata are married.  So why is Naruto calling “Sakura” in his sleep?

“Girl No 10″ by meeiwen - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto makes a mistake with a dancer one drunk night.  Years later when he meets her again, he begins realizing his perfect life is a lie, but he’s too late to fix it.

And

“Territorial” by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated M, High school AU, Multi-chapter, Complete.  When Hinata takes advantage of Naruto’s desperation for love, they’re both a little too much for the other to handle.

Are similar to what you have there.

HERE’S MY VERY QUICK AND INCOMPLETE STAB AT YOUR PROMPT IT’S UNEDITED UNREVISED CANON-DIVERGENT AU RATED T FOR LANGUAGE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I COULD COME UP WITH 😘  THEY ARE NOT MARRIED BECAUSE I WOULD BE TOO SAD

...

Naruto finally makes it to the Hokage’s office, having had trouble shaking off fangirls on his way.  He can immediately tell he’s the last one there, even though it’s the eve of the Rinnegan Festival.  Tense expressions greet him, the atmosphere somber.

Sakura whips her attention back to the desk before them.  “Rokudaime, with all due respect, I don’t think Naruto belongs on this mission.”

Her behavior has confused him all night.  First moving away from him so that Hinata would sit between them at Ichiraku when Hinata could have just sat on the other side of him.  Then pushing him to follow Hinata back home.  He said aloud that he’d be seeing her later, and that he wanted to catch up with everyone first, but Sakura just glared at him...

She’s been pushing him away, more and more every day, breaking his heart to smaller and smaller pieces...whether knowingly or not, he’s not sure about that, but she’s never rejected him from being her teammate on a mission.

Worried, he meets Kakashi’s gaze.

“I understand your concern, Sakura.”  His tone is heavy.  His usual careless attitude nowhere in sight.  “Call it just my gut-feeling...you’re going to need Naruto’s strength for this mission.”

-

Hanabi was kidnapped.

Hiashi and Hinata are nowhere to be found.

“What do you mean...?” Naruto finds himself asking.  “I just saw her.  We just saw her.  Not even an hour ago.”

“When Sai reported Hanabi’s kidnapping, believe me, Naruto, we moved to notify her family immediately.  Anbu can’t find them.”

“What?”  The last memory he has of Hinata abruptly leaving dinner and running off without hardly a word nags at him, inexplicably tightening his chest.  “She’s fine.  Hinata’s strong.  She can take on anybody.  No one would dare-”

“Naruto,” Sakura interrupts, her gaze cutting sharp.  “She’s nowhere to be found.  And as much as you believe that, no one is invincible.  Not even Hinata.  We need to form a plan, otherwise we’re losing precious time.”

“No one is invincible.  Not even Hinata.”

An emptying numbness invades his insides, discomforting slickness muting him.

This isn’t his fault, is it?

-

What if she needed to tell him something?

She was acting strange at Ichiraku.

Quiet, unusual for her as of recent...

But how was he supposed to notice?  Should he have followed after her, like Sakura said?  But they were supposed to meet at his apartment later on anyway, so why did she have to come out early like that and ruin the good time he was having?  She knows how he hasn’t given up on Sakura.

She knows everything about him.  She’s been his rock after Sakura tried to shut him down for good.  So how can it be that she’d just disappear?  There’s no way.

There’s just no way that she disappeared right after she left...

-

Hours.

Hours of wandering around in abandoned, desolate, war-stricken villages in god-knows-where, and nothing.  No one.

He’s asking for the hundredth time, but he doesn’t care, he’s past the point of desperation, and anxiety-laced tension fills the air.  “Taku, you really don’t see anything?!”  The Hyuuga they have on their team led them into this godforsaken wasteland.

Taku turns on him aggressively, getting in his face in reaction, and yells, “What about you??  You think I’m not trying my best?!  This is my family!  Just because you’re Hinata’s boyfriend doesn’t mean you’re any more worried than the rest of us!  You don’t sense her??”

No.  He doesn’t.

His Sage Mode has never been so useless.  In fact, he senses no one besides them in this place, and it’s with terrible unease that he begins to entertain the thought that she’s gone for good.

“There’s no one even here besides us!  Nothing!  Why’d you take us down here?  Where are we even?!  How do we get out of here in the first place?!” he argues back.

“Sakura-san was right!  You don’t belong on this mission!  I don’t know what Hinata-sama could ever see in you, I haven’t seen her smile in months!”

“What do you mean by that?!  She smiles all the time!  I’ve never seen her act so cheerful in my life!”

“So you fucking know it, too!”  Taku glares at him with an incredulous expression.  “That she’s just acting!”

“What the hell do you mean by that-”

And he doesn’t know what happened next, but Sai’s grabbing onto Taku and he himself is locked in Shikamaru’s shadow manipulation.  Chakra’s sparking off his own hands, while blue embers warp along Taku’s.

“Calm down,” Shikamaru orders both of them.  “We’re not getting anywhere if the two of you keep fighting.”  He waits for Taku to loosen his stance.

Sai lets go of him.

Taku throws an insulting glare around before sauntering off.

Shikamaru sighs.  Hard.  “Go cool your head, Naruto.”  He retracts his shadow, and Naruto wastes no time walking off in the opposite direction, far from wherever Taku is heading.

Yet Taku’s ridiculous words ring in his head.  “That she’s just acting.”

But she said that she’s happy to be with him.  That she doesn’t mind that he’s still in love with Sakura.  She said that she’s just happy to be with him.

She said that.  She did.  And she wouldn’t lie to him, right?

She was just acting?

“You’re not going to finish your ramen?” he asked her on their date last month.

“No...”  Suddenly, she smiled brightly, something she’s been doing more often ever since he mentioned that he’s always liked how genki Sakura is.  “Do you want the rest of mine?  I’m dieting.”

He scrunched his eyebrows at her.  “Dieting?  Why?”

“Well...”  She looked thoughtful for a moment before seeming to come to a decision.  “Naruto-kun, you like thin girls, right?”

He knew she was talking about Sakura.  “...I guess...”

“I want to make you happy,...” she started.  She bit her lips for a hesitating moment before continuing, “so I’ve been trying to lose a little weight.”

“Oh.”  He didn’t know what to make of that.  Unbidden, he looked her over. 

“Can you tell?” she asked, her characteristic shyness lowered her lashes, yet she didn’t fidget under his examination, and he could tell how she was trying her best to have that confident persona he admires in his former teammate.

Despite her recent changes in attitude, Hinata’s still been so physically small compared to himself and everyone else.  Under her jacket, he couldn’t tell if she looked skinnier or not, and even if she was, he doesn’t think she really needed to be skinnier.

But then she looked up at him with that heavy, hopeful weight in her gaze, and he couldn’t let her down.  Not when she’s trying so hard for his approval.

He fibbed easily.  “Yeah.  You look really good.”

She shined another smile at him that made him feel good.  Even if their relationship wasn’t traditional, he could at least still make her happy.  He could at least tell her some sweet words and see her sweet smile and-

She was lying.

She wasn’t happy?

He never made her happy?

Then what was the point of any of it?

No, she must have been happy, right?!  She said so!  She told him so!  Many, many times!

After all, he asked her.  All of those times he thought she was faking her smile, he asked just to make sure, and she vehemently told him that she was really happy to be with him.

She said he could talk to her about all of it.  That she could take on his heartbreak because her feelings were so much bigger than...

“Uzumaki Naruto.”

The unfamiliar voice has him leaping to his feet.

A man as pale as a ghost with piercingly icy eyes is floating down to him on some strange platform.  “You’re really as pitiful as I expected.”

“Who the hell are you?!”  He readies his stance.  He’s not in any mood for games, and he’s ready to let loose some of his stress on this very suspicious character.

“Hinata’s fiance.”

“Hinata?!”  Fire races through his veins, heating his feet, and he’s ready to leap at this guy.  “Where is she?!”

“With me.”

His heart rate exponentially explodes, beating into his ears, his skin practically bristling.  “Let her go,” he demands, and the threat of his words leaks from every pore of his being.  “Now.”

The man almost snorts.  “What makes you think she wants to see you?  You only ever used her, broke her...”  His collected expression hardens, and Naruto can sense that he has no intention of releasing her.  “I’ll make her happier than you ever could.”

Several thoughts fly too quickly through his mind to properly process any of it, leaving only residual uncertainty and that deepening sense of his culpability in her sudden disappearance.  But he doesn’t linger on the unpleasant sensations.  “What the fuck do you know?!”  And he’s charging at him, a Rasengan heavy in his hand.

The enemy is far more powerful than he appeared, immediately blowing him back with some kind of focused chakra.  “Weak, pathetic.”

“GIVE HER BACK!”  He replicates himself a dozen times, each of them throwing Rasenshurikens at the man.

Yet more of that strange yellow chakra protects him.  He’s unscathed even under his shadow clone onslaught.  “No.  I gave her a choice, and she came with me.  I’m just here to get rid of you, take revenge against you for her sake.”

He hardly comprehends the nonsense spewing out of the enemy’s mouth, and he rallies his clones into close combat, but the man manages to avoid many of the attacks while landing hits of his own.

Clones poofing away only to be replaced by more, frustration and fury starting to blind him into sloppier and sloppier moves.

“I love Hinata.  That’s why I deserve her.”

He chokes on his own breath, and in his momentary loss of concentration,...

He’s falling.

------------------------*

aaannnnd that’s as far as I want to go with that.  Imagine the rest of the team arriving in time to notice Toneri making his escape toward the sky, and I guess the rest of the story would sort of follow the rest of The Last...Naruto self-reflects a lot in a bundle of depression for a long time and yeah.

...ahhh...  I encourage you to write the fic you want to see in the world ❤️

[spicycreativity]

Howl - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Fic Content Warnings: Blood, injury, suggestive content, alcohol use

Characters: All

Pairing: Analogical, background Moceit because apparently I can't help myself

Add'l Notes: dw if you don't know what a loup-garou is or how the lore works; all is explained in the story / Have I ever been to Louisiana? No 💕Did I write an entire story set in rural-ish Cajun Louisiana anyway because I hate myself? Yes 💕 / If you're from Louisiana and noticed any screw-ups, pls correct me so I can fix it

It also comes with a playlist! For ambience, not necessarily for the lyrics

Summary:

Two things happen to Virgil Landry on Halloween:

1) Logan Doucet, his longtime friend and slightly-less-longtime crush, asks him out

2) He becomes cursed to spend his nights as a half-man, half-wolf monster: a loup-garou

Despite his new affliction, Virgil strives for normalcy all the way up until he can't anymore and everything falls apart.

The floorboards creaked in their familiar pattern as Virgil paced over them, his feet sliding around awkwardly in his over-the-knee boots. He was supposed to meet Logan alone in an hour, an hour! His heart thumped painfully under his ribs. What did Logan want?

Virgil yanked his phone out of his pocket to re-read the message for the 85th time, ignoring a few new messages in his assorted group chats:

Logan: If it's not inconvenient, could you meet me early at the Plaza tonight? Maybe 6:30?

Virgil: yeah sure 

Virgil: everything OK?

Logan: Yes :-)

What did it mean? Was everything okay? Or was Logan just lying to make him feel better? Because if so, it wasn't working. Virgil ran his hands through his hair, careful not to smudge his makeup. It had taken him an hour and a half to perfect his vampire makeup in the mirror and he didn't want to risk messing it up.

With a sigh that turned into a groan, Virgil threw himself down on his couch. It made the walls rattle, nearly displacing a few trinkets on his crappy, rickety shelves. He heard a tell-tale scrape above his head and knew that his favorite painting had gone crooked again. God, this place was a wreck-- Just like Virgil. He made a mental note to ask Patton for help patching up the leaky roof. It was as good a time as any, as they were well out of rainy season, but it did seem a little rude. What was he even supposed to say? Hey, Patton, I know carpentry is literally what you do for a living, but could you help me for free since I'm broke and sad? Thanks, bud. Yeah, right. He sighed again and tugged at his medallion, a rusted old thing with a glass gem in the center. He had picked it up from a thrift store months earlier in anticipation of Halloween, but maybe he should have made some effort to restore it. It smelled strongly of rust and decay and felt terrible between his fingers, all oily and sticky.

So far, the only saving grace of the day was that it wasn't raining now. Virgil had spent his workday in silent anxiety, eyeing the storm clouds through the shop window and rubbing a small piece of sunstone between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed to have worked, as the clouds had dispersed a little and allowed the watery light of the autumn sun to peek through.

Virgil's phone lit up with a few more messages in his group chats: Roman having hysterics over some detail of his costume, Janus and Remus discussing how to avoid the small army of toddlers that always ran rampant at the Halloween parade. Virgil ignored them all. He was in no mood to be friendly, would probably snap at them. Logan hadn't said anything since his message to Virgil, which he had presumably sent on his lunch break. The question haunted Virgil, that great unknown lurking behind him and instilling a fear that no ghost ever could: What did Logan want?

Virgil set his phone down and leaned forward, heaving a sigh that turned into a yawn. Great. Whatever. That meant he was on the verge of hyperventilating, his breathing already irregular. Damn it, Logan knew better than to leave him hanging like this! They'd known each other for so long and he'd always been more perceptive to Virgil's needs than the others.

Especially lately… They'd been spending more time alone, and Virgil couldn't deny the sweet, warm giddiness that enveloped him every time they were alone together. First meetings were always his favorite, seeing Logan's face light up with a smile. He hadn't dared to think that Logan might feel the same way, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his fantasies on a leash. Worst-case scenarios and best-case scenarios dueled in his head: Logan kissing him, Logan telling him they couldn't be friends anymore, Logan confessing, Logan announcing that he had some incurable disease.

Virgil grabbed his phone and jumped to his feet. He couldn't do this anymore, couldn't sit here and torture himself. He would just leave now. He would rather arrive freakishly early than face another minute of this self-inflicted torment 

He double and triple checked he had his wallet and his plastic fangs, which he

was planning on putting on later. The medallion bounced against his exposed chest as he walked and he wondered briefly if it might be more trouble than it was worth. He could always swap it out for one of his pendants, maybe amethyst to calm his nerves. But it looked so good against his skin, falling perfectly in the deep V of his flowy white poet shirt. Unlike his other necklaces, it screamed vampire. And Janus would tease him if he caught Virgil wearing a subpar costume, and then Roman would join in, and Remus, and it would turn into a whole thing . He could wear the stupid medallion for one night.

 -

Virgil regretted this decision as soon as he got his moped going. Even at its 30 mph crawl, the heavy necklace bounced against his chest in a maddening rhythm. At least it was distracting. Every time he started to worry about Logan, the erratic tap-tap-tap of cold metal on his chest brought him back to Earth.

It was a long ride into town down a windy country road. He hugged the shoulder as best as he could despite the lack of traffic; Virgil's neighbors were few, but they all liked to take corners at frighteningly high speeds. The one person who did drive by honked at him and flashed their lights. Virgil's heart dropped and he nearly flipped them off before he realized that they liked his costume. It occurred to him then that he must look pretty absurd: A vampire riding a purple moped, cape fluttering on the wind.

Upon reaching the Plaza, Virgil did a few laps around downtown, smiling at the spiderwebs decorating Vaillant City Hall. Another lap revealed that empty parking spots were already becoming scarce, so Virgil pulled into one and checked his phone. Nothing from Logan. Just more hysterics from Roman, and Patton's best attempts at comfort. Virgil rolled his eyes. Maybe Roman did need some tough love. He scanned through the messages to orient himself, to make sure he didn't look dumb, and then typed out his reply.

Virgil: look, Prince Charming. 2 rolls of body glitter is more than enough. Stop freaking out

Roman: That's DOCTOR Prince Charming to you

Virgil: :*

He put his phone away, tucked his keys in his pocket, and forced himself to walk slowly toward the Plaza. He was still excruciatingly early, but maybe he could pop into a bar or grab a coffee or even swing by his work-- Oh.

There, standing by the reflecting pool with his hands in his pockets, was Logan. Virgil smiled despite his nerves and sped up. Leave it to Logan to somehow be earlier than early.

"Hey, Data," Virgil said once he was in earshot.

Logan's face lit up, and even the yellow contacts he was wearing couldn't mask the fondness in his face. "Evening, Virge," he said. His smile dropped too quickly and he kept his hands shoved in his pockets. Virgil surveyed all this with dread. Was he reading too much into it? Most definitely. Could he stop? No way.

"Everything okay?" Virgil asked, tugging at his medallion and turning his nervous gaze upon the placid waters of the reflecting pool. Great. Now he had two awesome reasons to be nervous. It was an old Vaillant legend that anyone who disturbed the waters of the pool would be cursed, and Virgil did not mess with curses. He usually took pains to avoid the Plaza, even if it meant he had to take the long way to work.

"Yes, Virgil," Logan said in a voice that was far too breathy. He cleared his throat. "As you know, we have been friends for a long time. I…" He paused, blinked. "I forgot what I was going to say."

"Jeeze, Lo," Virgil tried to tease. "You're making me nervous."

"But I--" Logan ran a hand through his hair. "Virgil. I had prepared something far more eloquent than what I am about to say, but I can't seem to remember it at the moment. Forgive me if this comes across as confusing."

"All good," Virgil said, making only a minimal effort to hide his confusion. The medallion was cold and oily under his fingertips, but he couldn't stop messing with it, tugging at it, rattling the chain. He needed some outlet for all this nervous energy.

"We've been spending more time alone together and I

thought-- I wanted--" Logan touched his face and Virgil realized a second later he had tried to push up his glasses, which he wasn't wearing. Oh, how cute. "Virgil, I would like to go steady with you."

A rush of vertigo smacked into Virgil with such force that he had to take a step back just to keep his balance. "Go steady?" he heard himself say. "Like-- Like, boyfriends?"

"If you are amenable to that," Logan said, furiously running his fingers over the piping on his uniform. "If not, I-- We can pretend this never--"

"Yes," Virgil interrupted. "Yes, yes, yes. Logan, I do want that."

"Oh," said Logan, his face breaking into a smile. "Good."

Virgil clenched his fist around the medallion wondering if it was too soon to ask for a kiss. He took a breath and felt something give with a quiet snap. The broken chain snaked along his neck, dragged down by the weight of the pendant. Virgil watched in silent agony as the necklace landed in the water of the reflecting pool with a quiet splash. "Shit."

"Allow me," said Logan, already in motion.

"No!" Virgil caught his hand and held it. "The curse." He realized what he had done and let go of Logan's hand.

"I don't believe in such things, Virgil, but if it's important to you, then I'll leave it."

"Thank you." Virgil stared down at the water and sighed through his nose. He'd already disturbed the water. Would it be better to leave the necklace or take it out? Littering seemed more disrespectful, he supposed. So he bent and grabbed the necklace before he could change his mind. "I'll, uh, de-curse-ify myself later."

Logan nodded, looking preoccupied. "Let me know if I can help. I might be able to repair the chain."

"Actually," said Virgil, stuffing the wet necklace into his pocket, "I was wondering if maybe, um…"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please do."

Virgil closed his eyes so he wouldn't get weirded out by Logan's contacts. He had been expecting a short kiss, sweet and chaste, but Logan's hand tightened in the loose fabric of Virgil's poet shirt and his teeth grazed Virgil's bottom lip. Fuck propriety, then; the Plaza was still fairly empty. Virgil raised a hand to grab a fistful of Logan's hair and ran his tongue along the edge of Logan's lip.

They were interrupted by a wolf whistle and golf claps. "I'll be damned." Crap. Why did it have to be Janus? He was never going to let Virgil live this down.

Virgil pulled away so fast it made pain shoot through his neck. He exhaled sharply and covered the area with his hand for all the good it would do, turning to face Janus with a blush blooming on his cheeks. "What are you supposed to be?" he asked, looking Janus up and down. Janus had always been unnecessarily private about things that really didn't matter. He had evaded all of Virgil's attempts to guess his costume, and now presented wearing an old-fashioned suit including top hat, gloves, and cane.

"Don't change the subject," said Janus, dismissing Virgil with a wave.

In true vampire fashion, Virgil snarled and bared his teeth, then remembered something. "Oh, shit, my fangs!" He dug in his pocket for them, leaving Janus to do… whatever he was going to do.

"Logan, I presume?" Janus asked. Virgil stopped in the process of sticking on one tooth, heart hammering again. Janus and Logan had never met, and they could both be… a bit much in their own ways.

Logan nodded. "Logan Doucet." He held out his hand for a shake.

Janus took it. "Thank God you didn't bother to paint your face, else Virgil would have more than smudged lipstick to contend with. You've got some on your mouth, by the way."

"Thank you," Logan said stiffly. He withdrew his hand and used it to wipe away the lipstick stain on his face. "Nice to meet you, Professor Moriarty."

Virgil's eyes darted back to Janus, who smiled. "When I'm not acting as the Napoleon of Crime, you can call me Janus. Janus Bellefontaine."

"Where's Remus?" Virgil interjected, looking around. "Didn't he ride with you?"

"He got waylaid by some angry mothers because his costume made their kids cry," Janus said, nonchalantly running a

fingertip over the brim of his hat. "He'll be along." To Logan, he said, "Virgil tells me you're an accountant."

"Yes," said Logan. 

"And you haven't killed yourself yet, so I assume you must like it."

Virgil busied himself sticking his fangs onto his canines so he wouldn't worry about the conversation at hand. A sideways glance at Logan revealed that he seemed to find the comment amusing, thank God . "I've always been good with numbers. People, less so."

"Never would have guessed," Janus said, and Virgil didn't have to look at him to know he was smiling that crooked, tight-lipped smile that might have been genuine or might have been mocking. Asshole. "Well, if you have any rich clients, send them my way, won't you? I sell nice suits to dumb men with low self-esteem and too much money and I'm always on the lookout for another rube to swindle."

"If the suits are any good, I'd be happy to," Logan said.

Satisfied that his fangs were in properly, Virgil's attention shifted suddenly to the cold, wet medallion in his pocket. Right. He was cursed. Despite his interest in the occult and the supernatural, Virgil didn't have much experience with curses. His friends weren't really the type to play around with magic (well, maybe Janus, maybe- maybe Roman) and he wasn't the kind of guy who made enemies. No one had ever cursed him before. How soon would this one take effect? Should he go home and come back? Should he hop into the bayou, makeup be damned? Did bayous even count as running water?

He was so caught up in his panic spiral that the sudden sensation of hands on his shoulders made him jump. "Fuck!"

To his surprise it was Roman, not Remus, who laughed from somewhere behind him. "What, are Logan and Janus boring you?"

Virgil looked up and flinched again. While Roman looked relatively normal in his glittery Doctor Frank-n-Furter costume, Remus, who was lurking just behind his brother, was a horrorshow of fur and face paint and fake blood. "Um…" He shook himself and noticed Patton standing a ways off, peering at Remus. Distracted, he went to introduce Patton to Remus and Janus only to learn that he and Roman had run into Remus on their way over and rescued him from a brigade of shouty young mothers.

"He's Macavity," Patton said in a tone like he was pronouncing the death of the family goldfish.

"The other Napoleon of Crime," Janus agreed. "And you are?"

"Patton Haydel!"

A pause. "I gathered that. " Janus gestured at Patton's costume, which he had also kept a secret. Virgil had been staring at it as well, trying to figure it out. Patton was wearing what appeared to be a headless bear costume, round glasses, and what might have been a cowboy hat, though Virgil wasn't 100% sure. "What are you?"

"You have to guess!" Patton said, extending his arms and backing up so everyone could get a good look at him.

Virgil stared at him, running his tongue over the edges of his plastic fangs. "I got nothin'."

Logan took a sideways step and tapped Virgil's hand. Virgil nodded, and Logan interlaced their fingers as casually as he might clock in for work. "He's Teddy Bear Roosevelt."

They all groaned. "Good work, Pat," Virgil said begrudgingly.

"You have a big wet spot on your crotch," Remus pronounced, pointing at Virgil.

Janus raised his eyebrows, turning to Virgil with undisguised schadenfreude, but Logan stepped in before anyone could say anything. "It's water. He dropped his necklace in the reflecting pool."

"Well," said Patton, "that's not good."

"You dropped something in the reflecting pool and didn't immediately run for the nearest source of running water?" Janus asked. He looked from Virgil to Logan, then to their intertwined fingers and grinned. "Ah. More pressing matters at hand?"

"Maybe it's not too late," Roman said, drumming his acrylic nails against his thigh. "We can still dump him in the bayou."

"There's alligators in there!" Virgil said. "Fuck that. You know my house is plastered with wards. I'm sure I can make it through one evening."

"Your funeral," said Remus, leering. "Let me know if your dick falls

off.

 -

Despite his friends' concern, Virgil had a wonderful evening. Logan stuck close the whole night through, and they even snuck a few kisses here and there like infatuated teenagers. Each one sent a lightning thrill down Virgil's spine and made him want a dozen more. His friends noticed in turns and either teased or cooed, but each reaction was encouraging.

Logan kissed him goodbye at the end of the night and he practically floated back to his moped. He was so caught up in his daydreams that he only remembered the curse when he caught sight of the nazar hanging on his kitchen wall. Cursing under his breath, Virgil went to his bookshelf and began to compile a few methods of curse-breaking. Did a shower count as running water? God help him, he was not getting in the bayou. Maybe he could combine methods.

A few moments later, Virgil had everything set up in the bathroom. He lit the last candle, tightened the herb sachet around his neck, and stepped into the shower. Okay, time to focus. He was washing himself free of the curse and wouldn't it be nice if Logan were here? Logan didn't believe in magic and his clear-headed confidence would undoubtedly make Virgil feel better, too-- Focus! Wash away the curse. Logan would probably help him if he asked, helping Virgil set up the crystals and making sure his candles stayed lit-- Virgil! The curse! Wash away the curse.

The bathroom smelled of candles, incense, and herbs. Almost like Virgil's workplace, except that Virgil was using lavender and his boss preferred nag champa.

He stepped out of the shower and inhaled deeply, letting the mixture of scents relax him and draw him toward sleep.