#strawberry!reader 🍓

[maybanksangel]

i love strawberry!reader with jj but…

strawberry!reader x rafe with a breeding kink 🤗

you’d be lying if you said rafe wasn’t pounding into you right now. his thickness filled you, and he could tell you were close by the way you fluttered around him. “don’t – fucking – cum.” he takes deep breaths in between his words. rafes hand sneaks to grip your neck with his veiny hand, the vibrations of your whines and whimpers going through his hand. rafe is tit obsessed, he won’t leave your tits alone even if you aren’t having sex. while his other hand is on your neck, his free hand kneads your tits like it’s a fucking stress ball. “gonna give you all my babies strawberry, mmmhmm, gonna knock you up so good. you want it?” you nod violently, giving him the permission to knock you right up. just then you feel his warm liquid shooting up inside of you. “go on, you can cum now” he coos, watching you struggle below him. you gasp when you finally let go, euphoria takes over your body and your body goes limp. “gonna say thank you baby?” he teases, grabbing your chin. “thank you rafe,” he hums softly when he hears his name.

“good girl.”

[softlypaintedseafoam]

🍓ー thank you for your patronage at the strawberry witch's bakery! here's your order!

requested by: a lovely anon! 🍓 -> luffy + strawberry milk (i love you)

"Tired," you question for the sake of conversation.

Your lips quirk into a smile when Luffy makes a grunt of agreement in reply. 'Tired' is an understatement. It's no overestimation to say the lot of you are exhausted; Whole Cake Island, Big Mom and her vast array of children just barely behind you.

'Exhausted' is best word to describe the feeling of those present on the ship. It's barely the morning but it still feels like you all should be asleep. It would have been nice if the night could have lasted a little longer. You release an audible sigh, at peace. Even with your exhaustion, you're at peace.

Sanji has returned and even with the crew separated ー miles and miles of sea in between ー it feels as all is once again right in the world. Sans the oddity in part of your crew missing, it's like nothing has changed.

Nami draws her maps, plotting calculated yet safe courses for the crew's trip.

Chopper replenishes his supply of medical goods.

Sanji cooks up a storm of seasonings and aromatic fragrances.

Even Carrot's laments that Brook's bones are too hard to garchu properly has become part of your normal. It's nice to see the rabbit mink in better spirits, all the events that transpired at Whole Cake Island considered.

What's important is that you're all alive.

A lot has been gained, a lot has been lost.

Who knew where Jinbei was. Was he already trailing the Sunny to Wano or was he still within the confines of Big Mom's sea? Your guess is as good as anyone else's. You choose to trust in his promise to Luffy regardless.

Looking at the captain in question, your lap as his pillow, you don't fight the affection bubbling beneath your skin. He's battered, bruised but he's alive and he's yours. In the rare moments Luffy is quiet and not bouncing off the walls, it's almost as if he is in a state of meditation. Pondering things, worlds, you're not sure you entirely comprehend.

"You should get some sleep if you're tired," you murmur, lips brushing against his forehead. Whatever he is thinking, you treasure the moments when Luffy simply wants to be alone together even if not many words are exchanged between you.

"I'm not that kind of tired," Luffy protests softly, brow furrowing. Eyes a brown so dark they may as well be black give you a look too stern for the situation.

"Yeah, yeah," you card your fingers through messy black hair, with a chuckle. You remember distinctly thinking two years ago that his hair must be softer than it looks. You're pleased to tell your younger self that their assumption was correct. Luffy's hair is a texture softer than soft. "My mistake, Captain," your tone has a playful lilt to it, nothing a fraction close to serious. "I don't doubt you at all."

Luffy beams, eyes crinkling at the corners and his smile brighter than the sun. "Good!"He nods with his exclamation. "I love you," light as his tone is, the words he says are never meant lightly. He says it blithely, joyously, like freedom itself has finally been gifted upon humanity. His words are a treasure.

Your index finger and thumb glide continuously over a particular strand of Luffy's hair, a grounding sensation. You have to or you'll float far, far away from the Sunny and back into the realm of the sky islands. I don't think you'd let me, though. It's too easy imagining a stretchy, rubbery arm latching around you after looping your waste ten times over. Wherever you go, Luffy is sure to follow not far behind. "Love you too," you kiss his forehead again.

[qrrieterisunnq]

Flour Prank - Jack Hughes

strawberry girl masterlist

JACK!HUGHES X AMARA!JAMES — WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: Amara pretends that the bowl she uses is stuck on the counter, and she calls Jack to help her. Only for him to end up covered up in flour when he picks it up. — WORD COUNT: 0,8K PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

“Oh my gosh,” Amara giggles as she carefully fills the bowl with flour, scooping it in with way more precision than she usually manages. “He’s so gonna kill me after this.”

She’s already buzzing with energy, her brain practically racing through the logistics—camera angle, flour placement, timing, Jack’s reaction. It’s chaotic, but in her head it all makes sense. Her thoughts jump ahead, imagining the poof of flour, the look on Jack’s face, and the sound of Luke wheezing from the living room.

She peeks around the corner—Jack’s still zoned in on the game, eyes locked on the screen, one leg hanging off the couch like he’s melted into it. Luke is on the other end, flipping through something on his phone, earbuds in one ear.

Perfect.

Amara tiptoes back into the kitchen, snatching her phone from the charger and fumbling with the camera app. “Okay, okay, okay,” she mutters to herself, setting it up behind another bowl. “Angle’s good. Lighting…eh, whatever. This is gold either way.”

She’s still adjusting the placement when she hears someone come up behind her. She jumps, nearly knocking over the bowl. “Luke!”

He raises an eyebrow, finishing a bite of apple. “Why do you look like you’re about to commit a felony?”

“Because I am,” she whispers with a wild grin. “Okay, okay, listen—don’t distract me. I have one shot at this.”

Luke laughs. “That’s exactly what someone says before it all goes wrong.”

Amara waves her hands dramatically. “Focus! I filled this bowl with flour and I’m gonna tell Jack it’s stuck to the counter. When he picks it up—poof. Instant snowstorm. I’m talking flour bomb level chaos.”

Luke stares at her, chewing slowly. “You planned all this?”

She shrugs, bouncing on her toes. “It just came to me like, five minutes ago. I was supposed to be making cookies but then the bowl made this little suction noise and I thought, ‘what if I made it a trap?’ And then flour happened. And now we’re here.”

He laughs. “Classic ADHD spiral, huh?”

She gives him a mock salute. “Hyperfocus activated. Chaos mode: engaged. Are you in or not?”

I’m so in,” Luke says, already invested. “You want me to distract him?”

“Yes. Stall him if you have to. Make him think this is legit.”

Luke shakes his head, still laughing. “Man, he’s never gonna trust you in the kitchen again.”

Amara just grins. “He barely does now.”

Luke heads toward the living room while Amara positions herself near the counter, one hand lightly resting on the edge of the “stuck” bowl and the other ready to play innocent.

“Jack!” Luke calls out. “She says she needs help in the kitchen. Bowl’s stuck or something.”

“What?” Jack yells, not looking away from the screen. “What do you mean stuck?”

“I don’t know, she’s acting like it’s super glued,” Luke says with a snort. “You’re up, man.”

Amara does a quick bounce to shake out the jitters. She can’t help it—her brain’s running a hundred miles a minute and her excitement is hard to contain.

Jack sighs, pausing the game. “You two are exhausting,” he mutters as he walks into the kitchen.

Amara turns toward him, all big eyes and pretend confusion. “Seriously, I don’t know what happened. I think it vacuum-sealed itself or something? I can’t get it to budge.”

Jack eyes the bowl skeptically. “You didn’t glue it, right?”

“Why would I glue it?” she says innocently, barely suppressing her grin.

He steps forward, muttering under his breath. “This better not be another baking experiment gone wrong—”

He lifts the bowl.

POOF.

A full-on flour explosion bursts into the air, coating Jack in a fine white dust from head to toe. It covers his hoodie, his hair, his eyelashes—everything.

Amara’s eyes go wide for half a second before she bursts into laughter. “OH MY GOD. JACK. YOU LOOK LIKE A DUSTED CINNAMON ROLL.”

From the living room, Luke is absolutely howling. “BRO. YOU GOT DOMED.”

Jack doesn’t move. He just blinks slowly, turning his head toward the counter where Amara’s phone is very visibly recording.

“You two planned this.”

Amara is wheezing now, hands on her knees, nearly crying. “I—I can’t breathe. Your face—you looked so betrayed!”

Jack takes one slow step toward her, grabbing a fistful of leftover flour from the counter. “This is war.”

“Jack, no—Jack—JACK!” she squeals, backing away just as he lunges.

Too late. He grabs her, hugging her tightly and smearing flour all over her hair and shirt. She screams, both laughing and trying to escape.

Luke’s doubled over, filming it all. “This is the best day of my life.”

“I’m gonna flour you next,” Jack threatens, lobbing a scoop in Luke’s direction.

Luke dodges and bolts into the kitchen. “Nope, you’re not catching me—Amara started it!”

Amara, still breathless with laughter, wipes flour off her face and yells, “And I regret nothing!”

[earlgreydream]

strawberry!au 🍓

requested: can you please please pleaseeee do a blurb of 🍓Bucky helping the reader with her anal training ?!??

I mean… how could I say no

“c’mere, baby,” his soft voice coaxed you to lean back in his arms, melting against his chest as his lips pressed gentle kisses to your face.

you turned to face him, hands cradling his jaw as you kissed james, murmuring out a whimpery “daddy”. he rolled over with you on top of him, pressed tight to his warm chest, the two of you still bare from the night before.

“my sweet girl,” james hummed against your hair, squeezing your soft thighs in his hands.

“m’going to try something new with you today,” his tone was hushed, not breaking the sleepy spell that had settled in the dark bedroom.

“have i been bad?” you questioned, tilting your chin up to look into his silvery blue eyes.

“no, my love, you’ve been perfect. it isn’t a punishment,” he promised, dipping his fingers into your exposed slit, gently stroking until you were dripping.

a breathy sigh escaped your lips, pressing your face to his chest as he worked his middle and index finger into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit with practiced grace.

he worked you to a lazy orgasm, knowing exactly what to do to get your body to cream on his fingers and moan loud enough to wake the dead. you obediently cleaned the mess from his fingers with your tongue, feeling his cock harden under you as you dutifully sucked his fingers.

“you’ll be good for me, right babydoll?” he murmured, pushing down on your tongue, making your pretty eyes water as you gagged.

“yes, daddy,” your sweet voice preened when he let go.

you were relaxed and sleepy, in a calm, sedated, orgasm-induced haze. your eyelashes were closed as you heard him rustle through a box beneath the bed, your head folded on your arms as you obediently waited, lying on your belly.

bucky’s hands smoothed down your waist, his scruff tickling your skin as he pressed a kiss to the small of your back. you allowed him to manhandle you, sliding a pillow under your hips, your ass presented to him.

you startled a bit when he dripped something cold from a bottle over your ass, suddenly hesitant as you realized what he wanted.

"daddy, you said-"

"it's not going to hurt, i promise. we're gonna work you up to take my cock, babydoll," he swore, his warm hands gently rubbing your sides, soothing you to relax back down against the sheets.

he pulled a silicone plug from the box, just barely bigger than his fingers. a low whine of protest made him frown, the hand that rubbed your back pausing.

“it’ll be much easier for you if you cooperate. you wouldn’t like my cock in your tight little ass right now, would you, doll?” james threatened with a glare.

“no, daddy,” you resigned yourself to be docile, knowing he was doing this for your own good.

james’ large hands gripped the globes of your ass, spreading you for him. he watched your tense expression as he eased the silicone past your ring of muscle, your body accepting it easily. the glittery base peeked out, a shudder rolling up your spine as james tapped it, smirking at how reactive you were to him.

“so pretty, baby,” he praised, leaning down to kiss you.

you chased his lips as he pulled back, dropping your head back on the pillow as his mouth went to your tits, every touch multiplied with the foreign stretch stimulating you. you tried to form words, wanting to beg for his cock in your weeping cunt, but it came out as nothing more than a whimper. your fingers clawed at his hair, eyes rolling back as he knelt between your thighs.

[jakesangel]

lazy morning - 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 event request

preview : jake wanting nothing but to stay close to his love

word count + genre : pure fluff + 483 words / not proofread /

warning : kisses, hugs, sleepy n clingy jake, use of pet names

it's often jake finishes his dance practice late, coming over to your place when you're already asleep, happy to make you a morning surprise. but him finishing late also means he starts later than you, as work is calling for you really early.

but today is different that usual, the alarm didn't ring or you didn't hear it, making you late for work. and of course jake is all over you, his tight embrace and comforting smell, making it impossible for you to leave the bed. jake get off of me, you wisper yell, not even meaning it. he only makes grunts, rubs his face on your chest. come on jake, i'm late for work, he tightens his arms around your waist before humming, five more minutes please, he finally speaks. just two minutes then .

as you're making your breakfast, you suddenly feel a pair of naked arms h back hugging you and a chin coming close to your neck. mornin' baby, you hear his soft and low morning voice. the time seems to freeze, as he kisses your neck there or hms at the food breakfast your making. but you know once jake gets clingy it's hard to get out of his zone, jake not right now i'm late, you try to warn. it doesn't stop him. in fact it makes me clingier, his clingy puppy-ness coming out, as he wants something he can't have right now. he is also to tired to even think of the consequences of making you more late, but even if you lose your job, he'll be able to financially help you anyway. so he backs way a little, only to turn you around and hug you right there. jaaake you whine, without really wanting to leave him, you so warm and the bed is to empty and cold without you. he says as he smells your nape. he doesn't stop here, but hold you closer, stocking your hair softly. you know there is nothing you can do, but accept your beautiful fate. it also made you realize of his current attire : his grey sweatpants hanging low, showing off his hard abs and calvin klein boxer, his messy hair surrounding his precious bareface.

few minutes pass, and once his morning quota of his previous baby is finally fulfilled, he looks at you and kiss your forehead. lemme help you hm ? go put on your outside clothes, ill put your breakie in a tupperware, he sofly finish, a tired smile plastered on his face, alright ?

you're now in front of your front door, w a jake, still shirtless not really caring about nothing but you. there you go baby, he says as he hands you your food. he then put your hair right, so that you looks you arent 20 min late, and softly kisses you good bye, i cant wait to wake up in your arms tomorrow, my love.

notes : there you go baby >< i hope you like it, let me know <3

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[neos127]

MOCHI MONSTER | sim jake

for @jakesangel ⋆˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗ strawberry kiss event

prompt; getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing

sim jake x fem!reader; genre. fluff, established relationship + idol au warnings. none!

“oh how bad i want mochi right now.” you grumbled as you passed by a grocery store. it was early in the morning, the sun already shining down on you and your boyfriend as he walked you to your company building. you had early morning practice in order to prepare for a comeback and you were very hungry.

a sign displayed on a store window with a half eaten green tea mochi made your mouth water— but you didn’t have the time to make a pit stop. you also didn’t want to hear your manager complain about you consuming sugar before having a proper meal (it was also only 7:30).

jake chuckled at your whiny tone, trying to ignore the rays of sun that we’re currently assaulting his eyes. he tried to keep his complaints to a minimum, especially since he offered to walk you. but boy was it humid…

“we can get all the mochi you want after practice.” jake spoke up, causing your eyes to light up. but once you realized that your schedule was jammed packed the whole day, you suddenly frowned. jake noticed your change in expression and pinched your cheek playfully.

“but i want it now.” you groaned, staring at the sign until jake had to grab you by the arm and drag you away from the store.

“chill out, mochi monster, we can get some tonight.” he chuckled, using a nickname he had made up for you once he realized how much you adored the treat.

“there’s no time for me today. and don’t you have a schedule too?” you asked, looking up at jake with sad eyes. the boy’s small smile dropped when he saw your lack of one. even if it was over something silly and small, jake hated to see you upset and he also never wanted his favorite girl to go hungry.

“yeah, i forgot…another day then?” he suggested, already forming a plan in his mind. you nodded and stopped short when you were in front of the back entrance of the building. jake leaned down to give you a soft and sweet kiss before parting, quickly poking your nose as he turned to walk away. you sighed as you watched his figure retreat, wishing that you could spend the whole day with him.

after a long day consisting of morning practice, an hour long meeting and a test shoot for your group’s new music video, you were sure you had never been so tired in your life. the youngest of your group still seemed to have some energy left as she practically skipped into the dorms, the excitement of your comeback never leaving her mind.

you, on the other hand, trudged into the living room, plopping down on the floor instead of the couch. you let your eyes close, sighing at the feeling of being able to lay down and decompress for the first time that day.

“y/n, someone left this for you.” one of your group mates spoke up, hovering over you with a small box. you sat up, thanking the girl before taking the box from her. you opened the plain white lid, a smile taking over your face when you noticed a few packs of mochi sitting inside. strawberry and green tea of course, your favorite.

you then noticed the post-it note stuck to the inside of the lid. you smiled even wider upon realizing who had left the gift for you.

‘to my little mochi monster. i know you weren’t too happy about your long day today so i wanted to cheer you up. you were practically drooling over the mochi from the store this morning so i went back to get some when i was free. i love you so much— please enjoy it a lot for me!

- jake

you giggled at the note, carefully taking it off the box so you could keep it safe in your room somewhere. the gesture was really sweet and you didn’t know what you did to deserve such a thoughtful boyfriend.

“i love you too, jake.” you mumbled before kissing the note. you would make sure to give jake all the kisses he could want when you saw him again.

[stunnajitj]

⋆˚࿔ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝟑/𝟑) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🍓

•　ＳＬＯＷ　ＵＰＤＡＴＥＳ　•

Re-upload

ＤＯＭＩＮＩＫ　ＭＹＳＴＥＲＩＯ

¹⁵ 🍓: 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

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( . .)

( づ🍓 - After spending the day with Liv , Raquel, and CJ (Lana) getting new piercings and tattoos, Essence wants to show them off in their group chat. But Dominik, would rather see them exclusively in person than over the phone.

↳ WWE ( ²⁰²⁵ )

ＣＨＹＮＡ

( Joanie )

¹⁶🍓: 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

ʚ🍓ɞ - Hiding any secret within the WWF universe as a major superstar was a tricky play. The reporters, the criticism from in house fans, nosey co-workers backstage, and the new internet blogs appearing nowadays made it hard to keep things personal, especially for Joanie (Chyna), who thought keep her last relationship public would make things better - but the world saw how that went. But, after fully healing Joanie came to a realization that everything doesn't need to be out in the open and vowed to keep this new relationship of her secret, not matter what.

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰⁰ )

ＣＭ　ＰＵＮＫ

( Phillip )

¹⁷ 🍓: 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

ʚ🍓ɞ - Divorced CM Punk has a new found affection for the new seamstress on the WWE staff in NXT. But, she was keeping a bit of a distance, brushing him off and always kept small talk. So on his week at NXT, he comes up with a brilliant way to finally and fully get her undivided attention…

↳ WWE NXT ( ²⁰²⁴ )

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( Adam )

 ¹⁸🍓: 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓?

🍓ྀི - What happens if a storyline with a rookie goes too far on the first take?

↳  WWE ( ²⁰⁰⁸ )

ＲＡＺＯＲ　ＲＡＭＯＮ

( Scott )

¹⁹🍓: 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍' '𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

ʚ🍓ɞ - Vanessa has always believed that making someone jealous ranked among one of the worst traits a person could process. However, Vanessa and Scott have been through all kinds of stages in their marriage, the honeymoon stage, the argumentative stage, and the lustful/intimacy stage. But now that Scott's schedule had become more frequent when he was in the WWF they are now at a phase of dullness...Just focusing on work, their kids, and etc. There were a few kisses here and there and the love spark was still there between them.. It was just the intimacy. And it grew more every time he went away. But now that Vanessa has a chance to visit without the kids for the first time, she wants to get that fire back, even if that means stepping out of her element.

↳ WCW ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

~ 𝔍𝔞𝔷𝔷𝔶 ʚ🍓ɞ

[drewswife]

how did starwberry!reader and famer!rafe meet

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as she hummed to her favorite songs her pigtails bouncing, a smudge of strawberry jam already gracing her cheek, navigated the familiar curve on her bicycle. Her basket, usually a cheerful display of her homemade strawberry preserves, now rattled precariously with a few casualties. As she leaned into the turn, a large, boisterous golden retriever bounded into the road, tail wagging with oblivious enthusiasm.

Simultaneously, the low rumble of a tractor grew louder. Rafe, a man known around town for his capable hands and a demeanor that could curdle milk, was returning from the south fields. Years of working under the sun had bronzed his skin, and his worn wife beater stretched taut across broad shoulders. He wasn't a man given to smiles, his features usually set in a thoughtful, almost stern expression. But even in his usual grumpiness, there was a rugged handsomeness that didn't go unnoticed by the townsfolk.

The dog's sudden appearance forced Rafe to jam on the tractor's brakes. The machine shuddered to a halt, but the momentum sent the crate of vibrant tulips and peonies he’d been meaning to deliver tumbling off the back with a soft thud. Just then, she lost her balance. With a yelp and a clatter of glass, she and her bike landed squarely in the fragrant heap of flowers.

"Blast it all," Rafe muttered under his breath, cutting the engine. He hopped down from the tractor, his brow furrowed. He expected to find an annoyed driver, maybe a dented fender. Instead, he saw a tangle of limbs, bicycle parts, and a riot of colorful petals. And amidst it all, a pair of wide, slightly dazed, and surprisingly amused eyes.

"Oh, my," she said, pushing a stray tulip from her hair. "Well, this is certainly one way to stop and smell the roses or tulips, as it were."

Rafe’s gaze softened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in his deep-set eyes. He extended a large, calloused hand towards her. "Here, let me help you up." His hands, she noticed as she took it, were broad and strong, the kind that looked like they could effortlessly mend fences or cradle delicate seedlings. A faint scent of earth and something vaguely floral clung to them.

"Thank you," she replied, her own smaller hand swallowed by his. As he pulled her to her feet, she couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt. He was built like the land he worked, solid and enduring.

"Are you alright?" His voice was rough, like gravel rolling downhill, but there was a hint of concern beneath the gruffness.

"A little shaken, and definitely covered in petals," she said, brushing a few off her dress. "And I think my strawberry jam had a bit of a, of floral explosion." She gestured to the sticky mess seeping from her basket.

Rafe followed her gaze and a rare, small smile touched the corners of his lips. "Looks like it. You make that jam?"

"I do," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "It's a special recipe. Everyone in town loves it."

"Heard good things," Rafe admitted, his eyes meeting hers again. There was a steadiness in his gaze that made her feel oddly seen. "Name's Rafe, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you, Rafe. I'm." She paused, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, you can call me Strawberry, considering the circumstances."

Rafe chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that surprised her. It was a sound that hinted at a warmth buried beneath his usual reserve. "Strawberry, huh? Suits you." His eyes lingered on the smudge of jam on her cheek for a moment, and she felt a blush rise as he lifted his hand and smudge it off using his thumb.

a/n — i loved writing this their so cute

@spencerreid66 @starrii-sturns @zenithsturniolo

[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

groups included ☆ skz, txt (yeonjun, huening kai), enhypen (jake), itzy (chaeryeong, ryujin)

notes ☆ this is my first smau! and my first skz fic! i'm both excited and nervous to post this. i really hope at least one person enjoys this! if i ever miss a warning or anything PLEASE don't hesitate to let me know!

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

MASTERLIST

Y/N & FRIENDS | FELIX & FRIENDS | OTHER CHARACTERS

CHAPTER ONE ☆ YNSSTRAWBERRYFIELDS

CHAPTER TWO ☆ THE POWER OF HAN JISUNG

CHAPTER THREE ☆ BOUND TO HAPPEN

CHAPTER FOUR ☆ DISTRACTIONS

CHAPTER FIVE ☆ R1S1NGSTARZ

CHAPTER SIX ☆ NEW CONNECTIONS

CHAPTER SEVEN ☆ PROMISE ME?

CHAPTER EIGHT ☆ CHEF DREAMS

CHAPTER NINE ☆ FAN ACCOUNTS

CHAPTER TEN ☆ THE STREAM

CHAPTER ELEVEN ☆ ROOMMATES

CHAPTER TWELVE ☆ DOUBLE BOOKED

CHAPTER THIRTEEN ☆ WHAT SPEECH?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN ☆ NOT YOUR BUSINESS

CHAPTER FIFTEEN ☆ THANK YOU

CHAPTER SIXTEEN ☆ CONFESSIONS

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ☆ LISTEN UP GIRLS

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ☆ STICKY SITUATION

CHAPTER NINETEEN ☆ GOING PUBLIC

CHAPTER TWENTY ☆ RECAP

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ☆ MOVIE NIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ☆ SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ☆ RAGE ROOM

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ☆ TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ☆ DATE NIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX ☆ LOVE?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN ☆ TIRED

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ☆ T-REX

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ☆ BREAK

CHAPTER THIRTY ☆ WAIT

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ☆ LIKE A MOVIE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO ☆ TOGETHER

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ☆ INCOMING ANNOUNCEMENTS

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR ☆ MISSING YOU

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ☆ COMING CLEAN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ☆ FIRST SNOW

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN ☆ REVISITING

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ☆ MILESTONES

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE ☆ NEW BEGINNINGS

CHAPTER FOURTY ☆ LUCKY

[strawberrymatchaidv]

Mike/Hullabaloo Cuddle HC

A/N: This is actually my first time making HC about character x reader and just generally putting down into writing 😪 So pretty please excuse my rustiness and I hope you enjoy it :3 Mike isn’t really my favorite character either so I don’t really have any idea of what to write for him… Apologies for how short it is. This was a request from Ao3! And as always, Love Strawberry

Mike:

In the beginning of the relationship I feel as though Mike would be a bit nervous but enthusiastic about the new changes. A small peck to the cheek and a quick goodnight before you two are off to bed. In the beginning it’d feel as though there is a wall in between the two of you as you sleep, both just keeping your respective sides of the bed. It’ll be awkward, but as time continues on, you both won’t notice that space between the two of you growing smaller and smaller.

Late night talks are one of Mike’s specialties, he could go on for hours about his new ideas for shows or themes they could do to perform. While talking, he’d gently stroke the side of your face, occasionally twirling your hair between his fingers as he speaks. When he notices that you are getting tired, or have something to say, he’ll slow his talking down a bit, or try to, so it wouldn’t be much of a bother as you sleep.

It doesn’t seem as though he would be the type to listen but in reality he could actually be a great one. Mike would listen to your rambles about your day or opinions you have on things occupying your mind. Of course, not without adding in a few of his own comments as well. There would be a noticeable softness to his eyes as you speak, intently listening in on what you have to say. With subtle nods or responses, he could listen to your voice forever.

When the both of you are more comfortable in the relationship, Mike would feel more comfortable holding you close. Pampering you with soft kisses on the top of your head to lightly rubbing small circles into your back. He prefers close contact with you as if a second away without you besides him would kill him.

If you aren’t one for such gestures, he’d be more than understanding. Maybe a bit forgetful but would respect your decisions and would be happy enough to be in your vicinity. Though he might buy one of the ridiculous pillows with his face on it just so you could be close to that and that way he’d still be close to you in a way.

Little spoon, big spoon, it all doesn’t matter too much for him. Though I do feel as though he'd prefer to be a little spoon. (Ion know why, I just feel it fits well)

There are times where Mike will just be quiet, basking in the moment with his beloved. Wondering how he was able to be together with someone as amazing as you. He wouldn’t trade that moment for the world, a small squeeze as he closes his eyes. Whispering sweet nothings and reminding you how amazing you are and just talking nonsense into your shoulder.

If you weren’t feeling well or sick, he’d make sure to cover you with blankets and have everything on the bedside table within reach. He’d hug you from behind, no words needed to be side besides the small ‘I love you’ ‘s into your back. Making small jokes here and there to hopefully cheer you up as well.

Hullabaloo:

Uneasy whether or not you’d be comfortable sleeping with him. His body is not exactly the most ideal. Cold, springs sticking out in places that could potentially harm you, and just the emptiness of it all waving down at him. He wants to feel the warmth of what he had once, yearning to just feel it once more.

If you two do figure out how to maneuver against it all, he’d treat you like a porcelain doll that’s ready to break at any moment. Nonetheless, he’d be grateful to be in your arms again, his bigger stature making it easier to hold you whole.

The nights would be more quiet than what it used to be before. Wanting to break that silence, he’d try to start small talk like before but he’d feel at loss. Feeling a sort of guilt that he can’t block off no matter what. You could’ve been with someone who wasn’t so… broken like him. But out of all odds, you still chose him.

Hullabaloo would be more pampering on nights where he is more willing for pillow talk. Talking small praises for all your accomplishments and how grateful he is to still be there by your side.

[maybanksangel]

attitude adjustment

summary - jj makes you come with him to a party, & you get really needy and frustrated. this makes him angry, and you get snappy.

pairing - strawberry!reader & jj

warnings - 18+ pnv, bedroom sex, pet names, praise, degradation, jj is a bit mean, drugs, creampie, dry humping, sir kink, orgasm denial, aftercare

you can’t comprehend how you end up in this spot again and again, it just happens. you spoke out in a tone jj didn’t like and now you’re in trouble. but you liked when he was mean, so this was your plan after all.

you find yourself on jjs lap at a party he dragged you along to, selling some of his white powder again. your legs are crossed as you sit with your head on his shoulder. he told you to be good but you’re so bored and sexually frustrated.

you uncross your legs, repositioning yourself so both of your legs are at the side of his waist. your arms lock around his neck and you sit there for a minute, or what feels like forever. you watch the clock.

tik . . tok . . tik . . tok !

one minute.

your hips slowly grind against his bulge, trying to be discreet about it. until his hands find your wais and his grip on you is quite strong. his mouth comes down to your ear, and his breath fans over your skin.

“i told you to behave before we left didn’t i? stop baby, be my good girl. i know it’s difficult but — just sit still, mkay?” his low voice makes your skin crawl and leaving you wanting more. you feel like you might burst into tears at any given moment. “maybe if you helped me out i would’ve have to do this. you’re always so busy and don’t give me any time with you.”

he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to look into his “shut the fuck up. don’t piss me off, okay? i’ve had enough of your fucking back talking.” he waits for an answer, his grip on your chin tightening and making your lips jut out. he lets go, letting you answer “yes sir.”

he pats your thigh, and you huff. your head buried in his neck. “you’re so mean.” he scoffs, pinching the sides of his nose and closing his eyes. “yeah well, you’re still wet.”

that shut you up for a good 5 minutes, because well, he was right after all.

you fall asleep right on his lap, in the arms of jj fucking maybank. he keeps you safe and warm, because he knows you’re a good girl.

“hey kid, wake up for me? yeaaah that’s it, cmon.” he coos, pushing the hair out of your face. it’s quiet, the party must be over by now. how long did i sleep? you think to yourself. i must’ve been tired.

jj carries you to your shared bedroom, leaving you on the bed as he lays right next to you. “don’t think i forgot about that little stunt you pulled earlier, im not gonna forget.

it’s gonna be a long night, because before you know it your clothes are off and your legs are bent into your chest.

you mewl and cry, jj pounding into you effortlessly. “iiii know, i know. you regret it baby? would’ve taken care of you if you just told me you were feeling like this.”

his sloppy thrust speed up, leaving your cheeks tear stained and looking away.

“nuh uh, hey! look at me you slut.” his hand grabs your neck, your hazy eyes look up at him through tears. “m’sorry! i won’t do it again!” you sob out, your hand pushing him away at his stomach weakly.

“ah ah, don’t run from it baby. y’know i’m gonna take care of you until you’re crying.” jj flips you over, you’re now on your hands and knees. your head flops down onto the pillows in front of you.

“i want you to feel — every vein and every inch of this cock, until you’re begging for me to stop because it’s too much.” you can hear the smirk on his face growing from his words. which makes you whine out.

“please please let me cum, oh fuck! i need it so bad jj please! jj chuckles at your pleases, he shakes his head. “you really think I’m gonna let you cum after what you did? you think you can just tease me like that and expect for me to let you cum?”

“no jj! no no! please i need it!” he doesn’t answer, his thrust getting faster and harder. the bed squeaks every so often. “cum.”

your body goes limp as you cum all over his cock, a white ring forms around his cock where the two of you are connected. “that’s it sweet pea, i’m right behind ya.”

jj’s cum shoots into your hole, his thrusts continue. he pushes his load all the way inside of you, marking you his and leaving you fucked out. “did so good for me angel, i’m so proud of you.”

he pulls out, leaving small kisses on your shoulders and neck. jj reaches over and grabs the towel from on the night stand he put down for you. you whine from the contact on your cunt, you squirm. “i know doll, it’s okay” jj coos.

jj pulls up his sweatpants and boxes before opening the closet to find you something comfortable to wear. his hoodie and boxers of course.

he helps you put the clothes on, running down the stairs to get you some snacks and filling up your water bottle with fresh cold ice water. he starts up a movie and you fall asleep half way through it.

“i love you so much baby, sleep well.”

kinktober day 1.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

🍓ー thank you for your patronage at the strawberry witch’s bakery! here’s your order!

requested by: a lovely anon 🍓-> haruka + strawberry galette (long distance call)

"It's okay to fall asleep, you know," you chuckle when you hear Haruka grumpily deny his being tired. It's around 3 in the morning in Japan, you assume after taking an inquisitve glance at your home screen. "Seriously, Haru," you lean against the park bench comfortably, something pink taking hold in your chest. "Next time it can be my turn to struggle to stay awake while we talk."

As if to prove your point, Haruka yawns. "I was just breathing heavy," he insists before you're able to comment on it. It's easy imagining how red his ears are; Sakura Haruka has always been a bad liar. It doesn't matter there are kilometers of ocean and countries between you. "Besides," his voice lowers a pout-filled octave. "You'll be studying for finals soon and we won't be able to talk on the phone much."

The warmth of the breeze passing over you is only a reminder of your distance. Even the hemispheres you live in are different now. Where your days are warm and full of sun, Haruka is dealing with shoveling snow and slipper sidewalks.

"I'll make time for you," studying for finals might try to consume every waking moment of your life starting next week, but you'll find time for your boyfriend. "And," you lean to the side, dancing to the sway of your voice. "A few days after that, I'll be back home!" It will back to Makochi, Japan where you'll be able to see that familiar two-toned head of hair Haruka possesses in the flesh. "I miss going to Cactus Bakery so bad," you lament dramatically.

Walking hand in hand to your favorite bakery, watching the newest generation of Bofurin patrolling the streets. Laughing at teasing texts from your group chat with Tsubaki and Kotoha. No longer yearning for the brush of clumsy fingers against your cheeks and slightly-chapped lips pressed against your own because it will become your reality once more.

It's a dream you won't want to wake up from when the time to return to the country of university's origin rears its practical head.

"I'll take you when you're over," despite how tired he sounds, you hear the excitement in Haruka's voice. It's effortless picturing his eyes sparkling like a child going to the Anpanman Museum for the first time. Or maybe the first time he learned about Bofurin, you giggle silently. Hiiragi said he was cheesing ear to ear when he learned about them. "We can go everyday if you want; whenever you want."

The break will be a wonderful dream, you sigh wistfully. "I just might take you up on that offer."

[qrrieterisunnq]

Amara's Valentine's Challenge - Jack Hughes

strawberry girl masterlist

JACK!HUGHES X AMARA!JAMES — WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: Amara challenges Jack to a “best Valentine’s gift” contest. Jack goes all out with a surprise dinner, personalized gifts, and even some cheesy romantic gestures. Amara, caught off guard by how much effort he puts in, realizes there’s more to his feelings than just competition. — WORD COUNT: 3,0 — AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so sorry it took so long!! But school was hell last and this week and I just didn't have time. But I hope you'll like it!! PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

“I love you too mom,” Jack sighed with a shit-eating grin on his face. His phone was resting on his chest as he lay on the sofa.

“Tell Amara I love her and to call me as soon as she gets home.” Ellen’s voice was full of love as she said those words.

“I will mom. Bye! I’ll call tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay, bye, love you.” Jack could hear the love in her voice as she said them.

“Bye.” With that, he ended the call, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. It was a long, really long day and all he wanted was a hot bath with Amara and then cuddles until they both fell asleep.

But with Amara still gone in a shop, he lay on a couch and decided to wait for her.

It wasn’t until an hour later when Amara finally got home with bags hanging from her hands. When Jack and Luke spotted her, they shot up to their feet to take those bags away from her and let her rest for a while.

“Enjoyed shopping, Berry?” Luke asked her with a grin as he sorted the groceries from the bags.

“Not exactly, too many people there.” She sighed, leaning her head against the headrest on the sofa.

“You know I would have gone with you if you’d asked, love,” Jack called from the kitchen while putting the groceries in the freezer and fridge.

“I know, but you had practice, and I didn’t want to tire you even more.” She called back, crossing her legs under her and massaging her temple.

“Anyway, mom is saying hi, that she loves you and you are supposed to call her.”

“I will, but right now I need to get some rest.” She smiled when she saw Jack and Luke entering the living room.

“Jackyyy?” Amara sang her boyfriend’s name through his room while she was lying on his bed.

“Berryyy?” he mocked her, his head peaking from his bathroom door.

“I have an idea,” she grinned when she heard the faint sigh coming from the bathroom. Jack walked out with a toothbrush in his mouth and rested his shoulder against the doorframe. He nodded his head signaling for her to start speaking.

“You know Valentine’s Day is in ten days, and I was thinking,” she paused to take a breath because sometimes she forgets to breathe when she speaks. “What about a little contest? Between you and me. About whom will have the better gift.” She suggested, playing with the hem of her shirt nervously. “But we don’t have to.”

Jack looked at her with a soft smile, his hand still moving the toothbrush in his mouth. “No, I want to. It is a nice idea.” he grinned with toothpaste in his mouth. Amara squealed in happiness, clapping quietly her hands.

“But so, you know. I will win!” he grinned at her and then returned to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

“No way! I am a winner!” she called after him, throwing the duvet over her.

The days flew by, and Valentine’s Day was behind the door. While Amara already had Jack’s gift at Nico’s place for a few weeks and was now waiting for the rest to come so she could wrap them, Jack decided to take it differently.

Of course, he bought her gifts, which are now in Lukey’s room, but he wanted to do something she would not forget. That is why he is standing in the Prudential Center with Nico, Luke, and Jesper, preparing the date for them. Because of the Four Nations, Jack had to leave just like Jesper, so he wanted to prepare in time.

The good thing was that there weren’t any games on Valentine’s Day, so Jack could return to New Jersey to celebrate it and then leave for Montreal the next morning.

He had arranged with a restaurant that they would prepare food for them, just for Nico to pick it up and deliver it to the Center.  

“Okay so I was thinking about a red heart made of rose petals somewhere in the middle of the ice with a table, where you would then bring the food,” Jack grinned as he looked at Nico, who smirked at him.

“Oh, wait until you see what I have planned to wear,” Nico responded grinning widely.

“Can wait to see,” Jack laughed and pulled out a bag with rose petals. “Okay, shall we start?”

“Yeah, let's get into it.” They nodded in unison and got into work. After an hour and a half, they were finished and headed home. When Jack and Luke entered the apartment Amara was nowhere to be found, only the bright red note she put on the fridge.

Left for a class. Will come later have something to do.Love you both!- Berry

“Wanna play something?” Luke suggested as he opened the fridge getting out two cans of Diet Coke.

“Why not.” Jack shrugged, popping onto a couch, and making himself comfortable.

“Thank you again, Nico,” Ara smiled at him, while she sat on his couch, packing the gift for Jack.

“No problem, Berry,” he responded and sat down beside her. “You know you are always welcome.” He nudged her foot with his chuckling when she sent a glare his way.

“Oh, don’t you by any chance know what did Jack plan?”

“By any chance, I do not know,” She chuckles at her question, knowing damn well that she is nervous about it. “I’ll put on some film, what do you think? I am kinda tired.”

“Sure,” smiling she nodded her head, while she continued working.

Amara worked on the gift for the next two hours, while Nico passed out next to her snorting quietly. She was glad she had someone she could confide in and it was a nice feeling because she knew it was sometimes hard to get along with her. When she was finally done, Nico was still sleeping so she left a note on the table and left quietly.

Thank you so much for letting me do it here!Love you N.- Ara

When she opened the door, all she could hear was Jack and Luke’s bickering. Quietly she closed the door behind her, putting the keys in the bowl next to the doors.

Kicking off her shoes, she walked deeper into the apartment, the voices getting louder as she walked towards the kitchen. When she looked for what was going on, she gasped.

It looked like there was some kind of explosion because the flour was everywhere. And she meant everywhere.

“Jesus, Luke! I told you to be careful,” Jack sighed, soothing the flour from his clothes. “Look at the mess.”

“I’m sorry, did know it would fly everywhere.” Luke defended himself, couching when the floor fell from his hair to his mouth.

“I rather don’t want to know what is going on in there.” She mumbled to herself, leaving quietly, so the two of them didn’t notice her.

When Amara woke up two days later, on Valentine’s Day, she couldn’t wait to see Jack.

She was anxious all day as she was preparing for Jack to arrive. She already had the gift in Nico’s car, for when they leave for Jack to the airport.

She spent two hours choosing her clothes until she decided on light wide-leg jeans with a white sweatshirt, uggs, and coat.

She was so nervous she cleaned the whole apartment two times and even sorted out her messy closet. Which, to be honest, was a good thing.

When Nico knocked on the door, she almost tripped and fell face straight on her face, but she managed to keep herself from falling and opened the door for him.

“You ready, Berry?” Amara just nodded her head and took her purse.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see him.” She called out with excitement jumping a little bit.

Nico just chuckled at her eagerness and led her to his car so they could leave in time.

The whole ride there Amara talked about how excited she was to see Jack and couldn’t wait for his reaction to her gift.

“Don’t be nervous. He’ll love it,” Nico said, trying to calm her nerves as he noticed her bouncing legs and slightly shaky hands.

“I hope so.” She sighed, resting her head against the car window.

“He will. I’m positive.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, as Nico focused on the traffic and Amara was thinking about Jack’s reaction. Imagining every scenario her mind could think of.

She knew she shouldn’t do this but she couldn’t control her mind and it was hard for her to not do this.

When they arrived, Amara almost ran inside the airport, but Nico stopped her from doing so. He knew she would probably trip over something on the way there.

“I am so excited.” She giggled as she waited for Nico to join her side, so she could grab his arm and walk with him.

“I can see that, Berry.”

“Sorry.” She mumbled in embarrassment, her cheeks turning bright red.

“That is okay, girl! I get it!” he chuckled, tickling her through the layers of clothes.

“What about you? Do you have any plans for today?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows.

“No, not at all,” He had to laugh because he would spend the day helping Jack with his gift. “Will probably just relax at home.”

“You should find yourself, someone,” Amara sighed slipping through the door Nico was holding open for her. “Hate seeing you alone all the time.”

“Oh, come on, I like being single,” Nico smirked, wiggling his brows. “You know how peaceful it is at my apartment? No one is telling me about the mess in my room, or in my bathroom.” Amara just giggled shaking her head at his words.

“Jackyyy!” she shouted when she saw him approaching them with a bag in his hand.

“Babe,” he laughed, dropping the bag on the ground and waiting for her to approach him and jump at him. As soon as she jumped at him, he grabbed her under her ass and slammed her lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against her lips, adjusting her in his arm and steadying himself. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She mumbled, leaning her forehead against his.

“You haven’t seen each other only for two days.” Nico sighed from behind them with a chuckle.

“Shut up Nino,” Amara said over her shoulder, but still giggled because it was true. Jack was gone for two days but still, she missed him so much, because she was alone in the apartment, after Luke left for Michigan.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Berry.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jacky.”

“Okay, shall we leave or are you going to make out?” Nico sighed after five minutes of you standing in the middle of the airport hall.

Amara jumped down, blushing when she noticed the people staring at them.

Jack and Nico just chuckled at her reaction and together left the airport. A few minutes into the ride Amara didn’t notice, that they were heading in a different direction than their apartment was.

“Where are we heading?” she asked, from the backseat. Jack looks around at you with a smile.

“Somewhere.” Jack grinned at her. Amara looked at Nico with confusion and he just smirked focusing on the road. She took in a deep breath and patiently but nervously waited until they reached their destination.

“Jack, if I fall, I will smack you!” Amara mumbled under her nose quietly, but loud enough for Jack to hear it.

“I’ll catch you before your pretty face touches the ground.” He smiled lightly and carefully led her through the arena hall towards the ice.

Nico was in their locker room, changing into his clothes, and Amara’s gift was next to him.

He would wait until dinner to give the gift to Amara so she could enjoy the dinner.

“We are here,” Jack announced as he stopped in front of the ice. He was standing back towards the huge heart ob the ice, wanting to see Amara’s reaction.

Amara slowly took down the bandana and blinked few time to gave her eyes the opportunity to adjust to the dim light. When her eyes were okay, she looked around and gasped when her eyes landed on the sight in front of her.

Tears welled up in her eyes. The place looked gorgeous. There was red carpet on the ice, lighted by candles and was leading to the two seat table in the center. The rose petals were around it and she could assumed it was the shape of heart, even though it was hard to guess that from this far.

The red highlights were dimly lighted, bringing out comfortable and romantic atmosphere.

“Jack,” she breathed out, her eyes darting across the entire setup. There was so much to take in—the candlelit pathway, the petals arranged in what she thought was a heart, the dim red lights making everything glow softly. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

She blinked a few times, trying to process it all, but her brain was moving faster than she could keep up with. “Did you—how did you—when did you even—?”

Jack chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, I take it you like it?”

Amara turned to him, still in slight shock. “Like it?” she echoed, her brain short-circuiting. “Jack, I didn’t even know you were planning anything! I thought we were just exchanging gifts! I—I did not prepare for this level of romance!”

Jack laughed, reaching for her hands. “That was the point, Berry.” His thumbs brushed over her knuckles, grounding her. “Wanted to surprise you.”

Amara exhaled sharply, her mind still racing. “Okay, okay, let me just—” She squeezed his hands and closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When she opened them, her brain finally caught up with her emotions, and the full weight of what Jack had done hit her.

She let out a small, breathy laugh. “Jack, this is… it’s amazing.”

His shoulders relaxed, and he grinned. “Yeah?”

Amara nodded furiously. “Yeah. I just—wow—okay. I need to sit down before my brain combusts.”

Jack laughed again, tugging her gently toward the table. “Then let’s eat before Nico gets impatient.”

As if on cue, Nico appeared, dramatically clearing his throat. “Speaking of which, your waiter has arrived.”

Amara turned her head—and promptly snorted.

Nico stood beside the table in a ridiculous bright-red tuxedo, complete with a bowtie and an exaggeratedly professional stance. “You like it?” he asked, spinning slightly to show it off.

Amara clapped her hands together, giggling. “You look incredible, N.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I told you he’d be dramatic.”

“I prefer dedicated,” Nico corrected, pulling out Amara’s chair with an exaggerated flourish. “M’lady.”

She shook her head, grinning as she took her seat. “Wow. Five-star service.”

Jack took the seat across from her, smirking. “So. Since I obviously won our Valentine’s contest—”

Amara gasped, leaning forward. “Excuse me?! We haven’t exchanged gifts yet!”

“I mean, look around,” Jack teased, gesturing to the entire setup. “Kinda hard to top this.”

“Oh, just wait,” Amara shot back, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Wait—what do you mean by—”

Before he could finish, Nico dramatically placed two plates in front of them, interrupting. “Your meal, lovebirds.”

Jack gave him a look. “You love this, don’t you?”

Nico simply smirked. “Enjoy your meal. I’ll be over there, minding my own business—”

“Yeah, sure you will,” Jack muttered as Amara giggled.

Even as they ate, Amara still felt a bit jittery—not in a bad way, just in a too much excitement all at once way. She bounced her leg under the table, fingers fidgeting with her napkin, mind still spinning from the surprise. Every time she looked at Jack, he was already looking at her, and she’d get hit with another wave of holy shit, he really did all this for me.

When they were done eating, Jack leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Alright, Berry. You ready to admit I won?”

Amara smirked. “Not yet.”

She grabbed her phone and sent a quick text. A few seconds later, Nico walked over, holding a neatly wrapped box. He handed it to Jack with a smug smile.

Jack shot her a curious look. “What is this?”

“Your turn, Jacky boy,” Nico said, smirking.

Jack looked down at the wooden box, opening it slowly. The first thing he noticed were polaroids on the lid of it, then the stuffed bear and some candy. He pulled out the bear, revealing a sleek leather-bound journal with his initials embossed in silver. He ran his fingers over the cover, his expression softening. “Berry…”

“Open it,” Amara urged, bouncing slightly in her seat.

Jack did—and immediately sucked in a breath. The pages were filled with handwritten notes, little doodles, and tucked-in polaroids of them. There were memories scribbled in the margins, song lyrics she knew he loved, even inside jokes she’d carefully written down.

Jack flipped to a page where Amara had drawn a tiny, terrible stick-figure version of him. Underneath, she’d written: Future hockey legend (but still my dork).

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You made this?”

Amara nodded, suddenly shy. “I started a while ago. Thought it’d be something you could take with you when we’re apart.”

Jack swallowed hard, his fingers tracing over the pages. “Berry, this is…” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “This is the best thing anyone’s ever given me.”

Amara felt her face heat up. “So… did I win?”

Jack let out a choked laugh, closing the journal before standing up. Without another word, he walked around the table, pulled her up, and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Yeah,” he murmured against her hair. “You win.”

Nico groaned in the background. “You both win, okay? Now stop being disgustingly cute before I throw myself onto the ice.”

Amara laughed, burying her face in Jack’s shoulder. He just held her closer, swaying them slightly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Berry.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jacky.”

[papillon-mechant]

thinking abt pastors daughter!reader x dealer!remus. (find the original story here)

giving her rides after bible study becomes a regular thing. she waits outside for him, not at the church, she doesn’t want the others asking questions. she waits for him at the gas station down the block.

and every time he picks her up, she’s standing under the street lamp, polished mary janes shining even in the dark, with her bible in hand and a strawberry lollipop between her lips.

which of course is why he started calling her, strawberry 🍓

this is my new thing now i’m gonna be writing little blurbs and stuff abt this. you guys can send in ideas and stuff too!

[jakesangel]

unrequited love w jake - 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 event request

preview : he is always putting you first, why can't he be his girlfriend. allas, you're only his childhood best friend

word count + genre : angst ( i tried to ) . 3.1k ( word vomit so it's not proofread

warning : dorm roommate, childhood best friends, confession, rejection, happy ending, reader gets in her head easily but never cries, jake is a sweetheart

having jake as a bestfriend is the best thing possible in the world. the sweet australian boy who always help you for your physic exams or who's being his dog layla when you're on your period. but it's also the worst thing because of random girls asking you for his number or being hugged by him because you're his cute little sister. it's even worse because no boys are hitting on you, being too scared of to hit on the leader soccer team's favorite girl. so you're jsut left to watch your love story inexist, daydreams of kissing jake the only thing you can do.

baby y/nie ? are you listening to me ? he said with a pout when he realized you werent listening to his usual lego rants while doing lego. sorry jaeyunie, i just keep thinking about our last exam, but i'm here now, you say as you try to convince him tho the pet name made you sadder than what your thoughts did. y/n ? youre okay ? his worry overtaking his body, dropping the lego piece comming closer to you, you know im here for you hm ? his round eyes searching yours. yes, i promise yunie ! im sorry for worrying you, please tell me about that star wars lego set ? to pretedn to the fullest youre acrually okay, you finish your sentence with your hand on his cheek, smiling softly at him but it wssbt needed as hearinf the wors star wards and lego set together pearked his imaginary puppy ears. he goes back on the set, talking about how excited he is for the pieces to arrive tomorrow, indirectly asking you to do them with him tomorrow . i'm studying tomorrow yunie, i’m not done yet with the last chapter, you reply with some sadness filling your voice, not believing of what you gonna say next, but you could do it with emma ? he gives you a confused expression that can only warms your heart, emma ? why would i do lego with her ? its our thing baby y/nie, he answers nonchalently, as he places the last piece on his now finishes thor hammer. finally ! its looks so good isnt it ! he shows you the piece finally done, come on we need to put it up, it's the best one we've ever done ! he excitedly said, jumping on his feet to go to his bedroom. you followed smiling to his puppiness but also from his unasked reasurance. wouldn't it be better in the living room ? i want to see it too, you say w round eyes too, genuinely wanting to see you guys work everyday. which he is more than happy to comply, his love for your happiness alwaya taking over when it fomes to you. omg yes ! always having good ideas, y/nie !, kissing your cheek as he goes to tje round tbale in the center of the kivinf room.

it comes to a shock, coming back from classes to see the said emma on the sofa, checking the lego pieces done just a day before. oh hi y/n, i didn't hear you coming, she said staying on the sofa, just turning around, not even greeting you properly. she has that arrogant smile of hers, paired w her high knee boots and mini skirt. you smile back, going straight to your room, studies waiting or you, you know i should thank you for talking about me to jake but it would be hypeocite of me to do so. we all really really hate you, so please, once jake is mine, stop bothering me hm ? she warned me before turning around to reapply your lipgloss. you can't even defend yourself as jake comes back from his room, smiling at you. baby y/nie ? how was your day ? he asked as he comes for a hug. just classes, you know how it is. you ? you hug him tighter to piss emma even more. as much as he will never date you, he is still your jake and everyone knows it, that she likes it or not. dont wait for me tonight, im having dinner with emma. but i made you your usually study snack and ive made a study plan waiting for you on ur desk. please use it well hm ? he softly says, detaching from you, see you later baby y/nie, domt stuyd too late! he says, coming closer to her, not even looking at her but taking the girls hands, making her proudly smile at you, winning the mental battle you both had. he doesnt even see it as he waits for you to bid him goodbye, which you gladly do, not forgetting to add the baby innfromt of his name, makimg him giggle and getting a frown from her. finally gone, you enter your bedroom, plopping on your bed, softly sighing, taking in everything that had happened. why would she hate me ? ive never ever talked to her, but when she asked me his phone number. and who is we ? are the girls threatened by you ? do they think i have a chance with jake ? or even the boys ? that would explain why none of thek ask me out ? but what about him ? is emma even his type ? she is pretty and seems smart but she is also so arrogant and entitle ? cant he see it ? or is it actually what he likes ?

trying to study is useless, your thoughts belonging to jake, you can only take a shower and pray for the best tomorrow. but even as you shampoo your hair, you can't help but think about emma's reaction. was she really scared of you or is it just her usual self ? so you've been standing there, the water hitting your scalp, for 30 minutes, trying to figure out what you should do. if she was really scared of you that means you can actually have a future with jake as your boyfriend. all the baby y/nie or little gesture will come out as romantic and not as his little sister anymore. as you realized you have a chance, you finish your day in peace, eating the snack jake made you, his infamous ramen, heating it up before going the watch a movie on the sofa. it's only mid movie in, you hear the keys in the door, announcing jake's arrival. i'm in living room ! you whisper yell, letting him know of your presence. y/nie ? why are you still awake at this time bby, he say wrapping his arms around your neck, are you done studying, he finally whisper in your ear, making you all fuzzy. not really, but i saw your study plan, i'll read it before sleeping. join me ? the movie is almost done. you offer, your head titling so you can look at him, i also want to cuddle with you and you can tell me about your date ? you ask cutely, knowing jake wouldn't never say no to cuddles with you. anything you want bby, he says with a kiss before detaching himself from your back. he would smile as he lay on your belly, indirectly asking you to play with his hair, which isn't even needed to be asked. he rubs his face on you, almost cat like, and hums finally getting comfortable. did you have a bad day yunie ? you seemed okay earlier. you softly ask, still brushing hair hair. yeah, it's just emma. she isn't how i thought she was and she talked bad about you so im just disappointed. i could never date someone who doesn't like you bye y/nie, you mean to much for me he says, his head finally lift up, looking right at you. besides she is too much of a diva, i prefer someone like you. someone who wouldnt judge me for playing legos or playing with my hair without needing to be asked to, he smiles at you. i'm really lucky to know you y/nie, he finishes, his head finally going back on the rubbing, acting as if those words were normal to be told, but you know jake is someone really vocal, specially to you, but you can't help but hear something else. like he wants you. and more than just friends. me too yunie, im really really happy to have you by my side. besides who wouldn't want to play with your soft hair, i love them so much. you say making the both of you giggle. and it's like that, the day ends, jake laying on you and you playing with his hair, comfort filling the living room.

omg jake wake up ! we're gonna be late for the exam ! is how up you started your day. but you're now, here, almost tearing where you were soothing jake yesterday who is now the one comforting you, which is something you hate the most. i'm okay jake, we don't have to talk about it, let's just order pizza please. jake knows you aren't the type to talk about your feelings, specially when you feel like crying but for some reason today he can't stop pressuring you, come on y/nie baby, we can talk about it. im sure u didn't do that bad, you'll do better next time, he tried to reassure you, his hand coming to your hair, stroking it. jake, you said, going back, leaving a inch between the two of you, i do not want to talk about it. are you gonna order them or should i do it, you reply almost too coldly. y/n please, i know you, you don't have to keep it in. i'm sorry you feel disappoint- if you know me you'd know i don't want to talk about it nor do i enjoy being in this position right now, jake, you cut him off leaving the living room to go in your bed room, leaving a sad puppy by himself. you feel awful for snapping at him, but you couldn't help it as your nerves are already hanging w a thin thread because of that exam. and having jake all over you, interrogate you with question over your feelings is too much.

you didn't realized you zoned out, right here, sitting up on the edge of your bed, until you hear jake's knock on your door, y/n ? can you open the door please ? you hear a scared jake on the other side of the door, yeah come in, making him enter your bedroom. he never looked this sad, your best friend never wanted to make you sad or be the cause of your distress. ive ordered the pizzas do you want some ? he softly ask, slowly coming towards you, scared to do the wrong thing. it's in the kitchen if you do want it. he is finally in front of you, kneeling up to see your face. i'm sorry if i pressured you, y/nie, i know you don't like being vulnerable. i don't know why i pressured you. he softly tells, his finger lifting your chin to look at him. my apologize baby. he finishes with his eyes asking for forgiveness. i'm so sorry too, i shouldn't have lashed out on you, you say as you throw your arms around you. you're always so so nice to me, i shouldn't have snapped at you. i'm sorry jake, you really dont deserve it, as your arms thigthens around his neck. hearing you, only made his heart sadden, he picks you up by your thighs, to make you more comfy in the bed w a come on baby,let's get you comfy. you can only giggle to that making his heart and mind happy again. once settled, your head on his chest, his on your pillow, a comfortable silence falls upon the both of you. his arms encircling you and his thumbs softly stroking your skin, his soft scent filling up your nose, made you feel such at peace. cuddling with jake is always so calming and comforting and it's somehow making you fearless to tell him your true feelings. jaeyunie ? you say looking up to him, asking for his attention. hm ? he just replies , already looking at you. always looking at you. i feel really good with you. i love being in your arms or playing with your hair. you're confident jake likes you back, he wouldn't be here if he didn't right ? me too y/nie baby, me too, he softly chuckled, happy that you arent mad at him anymore. no jake i mean it, i love it all. youre so nice, and smart and i just can't help but want to be more than your best friend. you expected to see a jake smiling at you, but you're faced with a jake with a confused furrowed brows. what ? as he detach himself from you, to actually look at you, looking for any joke in your face. i hate it when you go on dates with others girl or when you call me baby because im a year younger than you, i want to be the one holding your arm on friday nights or being called baby because you like me as your gf, you explain yourself, the end of the your phrase said in a whisper. and the once comfortable silence became anxious to you, jake processing your tirade. do you not feel the same way ? you asked scared of his verdict, but that only made him leave the room, shock overtaking him.

since then jake been avoiding you. the once nights fulled of braiding jake's hair and legos are now replaced with the living room empty, the light always turned off. jake spent his time either at practice or in his room, even avoided you in the kitchen, going in when you leave or leaving you when you go in. you on the other hand, is busying yourself with studies trying to do your best for the next final but it's mostly to stay in denial of your current situation. you've lost your best friend, and every time you come out of your room, the thor hammer keeps reminding you of it. he even stopped offering his help for any studies, or prepared you any study snacks. he stopped looking at you or mentioning you. the girls also stopped coming to you for his number, sensing the shift of your dynamic with him, but going straight to him. it even more painful now to see so many dolled up girls all over him, all of them knowing you aren't in the picture anymore. so here you are, spending a friday night by yourself after the long week full of studying n repressing your feelings. you know jake isn't going to be here tonight, surely in one of many dates he has, so you snuggle yourself on the couch along with snack you bought yourself earlier. but it came to a surprise, to see jake arriving at 7pm. he stops when he sees the tv light on, not knowing if he should greet you or not. he simply stay frozen, the both of you staring at each other, but like a week ago, he leaves you alone, going into his bedroom. and you thought all of this didnt affected you that much, but as you have nothing to focus on anymore, you can only cry, right there, in front of the movie you picked earlier, for the first time in a long time.

the tears keep failling down as the movie goes by, the tv light the only thing linking your mind and reality together, you can't even hear how loud you are. your sobs doesn't go unnoticed by jake, coming out of his room. you don't even hear his first y/n ? your back the only thing he can see. he never saw you nor hear you crying, and the scene in front of you is way too funny to make you cry. so he calls again, louder, with no answers but the slightest from the movie. he tries one last time, with a hand touching your shoulder, making you leave that weird trance you were in. jake ? you say as you wipe your tears. wha- what do you want ? you ask, failing to pretend that you are okay. he doesn't reply right away, coming to sit next to you. he opens his arm, a sign of an invitation not sure if you're okay with it or not, but still wanting to offer. you on the other hand were craving his touch, so you juts crawl on his lap, hand clenching on his hoodie, tears automatically coming back.

he lets you cry for a while, still trying to soothe you with hair strocks and shhh, even rocking you side to side but as he seems your tears don't fade away, his hands leaves your hair to hold gently the both side of your face, y/nie look at me please, he whisper. but as you can't even dare to look at him, a mix of shame and sadness filling your body, he'd just start kissing your tears. come on y/nie,as he keeps on pecking your face, i want to tell you something but i need you to look at me first, the long time per names finally coming back. you slowly turn your eyes to his, only to see adoration on his, speaking silently to you. i am so sorry of how i reacted this entire week. i was so shock when you told me you liked me, i genuinely saw you like my little sister, my long time bestfriend i've always had. i couldn't possibly imagine myself dating you. but i should have told you that instead of being a dumb ass. and then i felt so so ashame, i couldn't even face you in the kitchen. how i could i make the most important person in my life,so sad and, he stops, a hand coming to his hair, trying to find his words, i just couldn't bear it anymore. that time away from you made me realize that i in fact like you too y/nie. i cant live without you baby. who will i do my legos with ? or go home to, to have my hair played with ? or eat my not so good ramen whne i make them, he says between chuckles, making you laugh too. what i wanna say is that, i dont want any of those activites to be done with anyone else. i just want you y/n.

notes : hai anon, i've never written any fic before, n im not even gonna talk about the angst, i hope it feeds you well tho > < i actually didn't want to write it as i don't write anything fictional but i somehow liked ur request so here it is <3

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[ohagiyoo]

“Racing to your heart”

bouquet contains. . .  angst, fluff, hurt no comfort, ambiguous ending, miscommunication, reader has superiority issues near the end, implied smart reader, implied reader having bad hair, reader has a short temper, implied clumsy & messy reader, reader is a hater, dramatic reader, overachiever reader, readers parents care about grade too much (mentioned a few times), ooc(?) chigiri, many references , jumps from past → present → past to present again (past in italics), profanities', NOT proof read !

flowers. . . alstromeria, lisianthus, cypress, pink camellias and bells of ireland !

flower quantity. . . 4,809k !

recipient. . . hyoma chigiri !

designated to be picked up by. . . no one?

florists notes. . . hey guys 😝😝😝, its ya girl, back after *checks notes* 24 days?!?! good gods ive taken a long ass time 😭 hope this makes up for it. also, i made some references here and i'd like to know if anyone catches them!

When you first met Chigiri, you thought he was the most annoying person ever because of how superior he saw himself as. Who the hell thinks they're the chosen one JUST because they were born with naturally strong muscles? Gimme a break!

Being the best at track in your school isn’t THAT big of a deal! that's what you thought anyways, and who has that much time for all that hair? Well, it's not like you can comment on that with how bad your bed hair is.. but that's besides the point!

Your hatred was kinda one sided since he doesn’t even know you exist but it's the thought that counts and him alone not knowing of your existence was kinda getting on your nerves because how dare he not know about his no.1 hater? He really is narcissistic if he only acknowledges his fans, or at least you think. Honestly you just want to find reasons to hate him

One day your science teacher was speaking or something, you weren't really listening— Too focused on trying to telepathically force Chigiri to move his hair while staring intently at the back of his head like he committed some unspeakable sin. Your seatmate was concerned but not enough to say anything. (Probably fearing what you might do to him if he said anything.)

Only once did Chigiri turn around to look at you, did you finally break your intense glare at his hair as if it was the most putrid thing to have ever existed. Your gaze flickered up to his eyes. 

"You’re the smartest one here, right? Let's do this." He said, like the decision has already been made, he was even worse than you thought! As cliche as it sounds, you could almost feel a vein popping.

Not wanting to make a scene, you decided to shut up and suck it in, you didn’t have to pair up with him after all, your desk mate was always open since they usually had no one to pair up with and they were kinda nice so maybe you could pair up with them again!

"Actually, I have someone I want to—" You began, ready to point at your deskmate with your thumb— hand raised and everything— only to look over next to you and be met with an empty seat. damn bastard, they just left like that? ".. pair up with....?" You trailed off upon seeing the horrific sight of an empty seat next to you.

"What.The.Fuck." You muttered under your breath in both devastation & frustration. Chigiris gaze followed yours, now he too witnessed the sight so horrifying to you. He looked back & tilted his head slightly as if he found it amusing that your deskmate just abandoned you like that.

Not only was your hand still raised like an idiot to point at your non-existent desk mate, but after you frantically looked around the room for someone else to pair up with only to be met with the haunting realization that everyone— including your traitor of a deskmate— had already paired up. your status as a (self-proclaimed) nonchalant (in spirit(?)) dreadhead is OVER after this and you blame it all on Chigiri.

You sighed and dramatically slumped onto your desk, fully embracing your new puddle-like state before you realized that Chigiri’s hair once laid on your poor desk and immediately straightened because no way were you going to indirectly touch his hair— never in your robloxian life will that ever happen. 

Maybe you shouldn't have broken that lucky cat earlier, if you knew it’d end like this you’d have tried paying the owner back but it seems that lady luck isn’t on your side considering you’re broke AND clumsy, what a duo! truly, a match made in heaven.

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"Im gonna stab you. how difficult can it get?!" You repeated for what might be the umpteenth time now while rubbing your temples. It wasn't even that hard! In your opinion, at least, though considering how good you are at physics, your opinion isn't helpful, and neither is the way you explain things.

"Well sorry you’re shit at explaining!" He seemed to be just as annoyed as you, considering how you two were sitting here trying to write a whole essay about some chemistry shit, which, in Chigiri’s defense, was quite difficult.

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You used to think that Chigiri is just a pretty face with an insufferable personality— and to some extent, you were right. But pairing up with him really opened your eyes since now you actually kinda see him as a little less.. annoying? Insufferable? You don’t know but you figured out that you don’t dislike him as much as you used to, making it less hard to deal with him.

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"I don’t want to hear it." You said immediately after catching Chigiri giving a brief glance your way before doing a double take and staring at whatever the hell your hair currently is. You were already a bit irritated at having to be late for school, only able to get there like 4 minutes before class starts but now that your hair is looking more like a failed blanket fort. It could only get better from here on out! at least you hope.

"Who the fuck did your hair?" Chigiri asked bluntly with an eyebrow raise, his eyes flickering from your hair to your eyes and then back to the abomination of a hair-do you’re currently wearing.

"do you ever shut up?" You retorted in annoyance, sitting down with a huff & exaggeratingly slumping forward on your desk, folding your arms and resting your head on it. If only a hole could magically appear and swallow you whole, that’d be so much better than showing up to school like.. this.

"Braid your hair or tie it up, barely would do anything but at least if you do you won’t look like…" He paused, now fully turned around in his seat to look at you. vaguely gesturing to your hair he spoke "That."

A dramatic gasp escaped you, springing up in your seat to look at him like he just betrayed you & stabbed you in the back with the most painful blade ever.

"Are you seriously calling me ugly?" "..No? I meant—" "WOWWW, so you want me dead, huh?"

"That’s not what I.." "Insulting me while im at my lowest? You’re such a bastard, Chichi.." You dramatically complained in an exaggerated hurt manner while you had a hand over your heart. 

You pulled an exaggerated hurt expression while looking away as if the mere notion of looking in his direction would kill you. Chigiri wasn’t having it with how dead-pan his face looked. You could barely stifle your laughter at his face but you were committed to selling the act.

"Chichi? Seriously?"

"What? You don’t like it? It’s cute!" "Cute? Do you have a hearing problem?"

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Chigiri actually isn’t that bad— you, although begrudgingly found out— since he once gave you a tip or two on how to take care of your hair when you came into class looking like you got attacked by a pigeon on the way that attempted to build a nest on your head and succeeded in its attempt. Miraculously so, considering he was, in your own words; "Blessed by everything good in this universe" to have hair as good as his. You were convinced he did some sort of ritual to always wake up with a good hair day, his denial only made your conspiracy theory stronger.

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"I’m so gonna die." You immediately stated once you came up to Chigiri.

"What’s it now?" Chigiri asked as it became routine for you to simply act like this whenever a minor inconvenience occurred.

"I lost my hair tie, AGAIN" You complained in your usual exaggerated fashion, shutting your locker with an extra oomph to show how truly despicable your situation is.

You felt the way Chigiri rolled his eyes, too used to his habits and totally not because you’ve been paying more attention to him lately. That’d be crazy, you’re not some fool in love or anything! You’re just.. very… very observant… yeah! Must be it.

" Here, you can borrow some of mine. I have a lot at home anyways." He tried to play it off nonchalantly but you could catch the faintest blush on his cheeks before he turned away from you.

"Are you seriously blushing?" you asked, all too eager for his taste. He doesn’t even dignify your comment with a confirmation or denial and just huffs.

"Just take the damn hair tie." He mumbled as if that’d cover up the fact he just blushed in broad daylight, and in front of you, no less, which is more of like a death sentence than it is a blessing.

"This is definitely out of character for him." You thought, all too happy to capitalise on the situation.

"Aww is little Chichi blushing because he’s giving me a hair tie?" You mocked in a baby voice, which only seemed to irritate him since he quickly retracted the black hair tie away and stuffed it inside his pocket, mumbled something about how he’ll "never do this again" or something along those lines, you were too busy laughing at him to hear whatever it was he said.

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Maybe all the time you hung around Chigiri was starting to get to you because why were you actually starting to see him in a different light? and not in the "I hope he dies" or "I hope he chokes on his hair" type of way, no, you were starting to admire him, and as much as it disgusts you, you’re starting to… wish… gulp .. this is a really horrible thing for you to admit but you were actually starting to wish something good for him? What the fuck? You? The one who wishes the worst on anyone who annoys you? That you?

BUTTT!!

You weren't here to focus on that, just here to get through school, focus on grades & not flunk everything, Of course, you still had to help Chigiri with the project but said project had already been submitted so why were you still hanging out with him? Well, whatever it was, you weren't ready to confront it yet.

So to ignore those weird feelings, you busied yourself with assignments, studying, studying.. and more studying. When were you going to stop? It gets to a point of just wanting to get good grades and being obsessed with them but oh well! Who was anyone to tell you how to live your life? Your parents were already there to do that.

While you did your thing, Chigiri was playing soccer & getting better at sprinting and what not— you don’t really ask, you just show up to his practice and study there while he does his thing. It started as a half assed hangout system of yours whenever one got too busy. Soon enough it became routine and devolved into something you now do daily or whenever you can.

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This was honestly the worst assignment your teacher could have ever assigned you. Who the hell just assigns 6 worksheets all due tomorrow? You were so shit talking that teacher with Chigiri later.

You squinted your eyes at the worksheet like it was something from the ancient past only cavemen could comprehend, the sound of yelling in the background continued to stretch on, probably just some idiots yelling for a pass or something— no matter how many times you’ve heard it, it never gets any less distracting.

That's what you thought until you realized the yelling stopped and felt this dreadful feeling in your stomach, like it was genuinely going to make you sick and vomit your lunch that day.

When you looked up, your suspicions were confirmed because you saw Chigiri writhing in pain on the ground and clutching his right leg.

You furrowed your eyebrows, initially believing Chigiri was just being his average princess self. Then you saw how people began to surround him like he was some sort of messiah and only then did it click for you that this just might be a bit more serious than you initially thought.

Welp! There goes your peace and not so quiet-quiet!

Before you could even comprehend what happened, you find yourself in the hospital with Chigiris mom, Neneko, and his older sister, Koyouki, waiting for the evaluation the doctor has made on Chigiri’s injury.

After getting the confirmation that if Chigiri injured his right leg again he might never be able to play football you saw how truly heartbreaking this was for him and felt a tiny bit of sympathy, of which you decided to ignore.

After Chigiri tore his ACL, you unknowingly decided to take care of him (and fiercely defend him from the Wanima brothers) at school, his family thanked you lots for it and you quite possibly secured yourself a place in the Chigiri household.

"Dude stop doing that, you’ll crush me with your fatass." You groaned in annoyance when Chigiri all too casually & carelessly threw his legs over your lap WITH the cast, which in its own right is way too heavy to be ANYWHERE on your precious skin (or so you claim.)

The bastard doesn't even say anything and grabs the remote to flip through the channels, grinning deviously throughout because he knows damn well you wont move him since you haven't made any effort to be rough with him after his incident. He’s definitely going to capitalise off this as much as he can.

When you got no response, you groaned even louder as if that’ll get him to stop using your lap as a leg rest, but as aforementioned, you didn’t make any effort to move him off you and only sulked in defeat. 

Your sulking didn’t last for long though when he puts on a channel you religiously watch and refuse to miss even a rerun of. Suddenly you became all smiles and have completely forgotten about him using you as a leg rest.

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During Chigiris recovery period, you found that you got a lot closer to each other, like weirdly close. Sure, you used to be close to him before his ACL tear but now that you’re having to take care of him & stay over at his house for tutoring & basically act as his bodyguard at school, you find that maybe those feelings you refused to address prior to his injury were actually something and not ones that’d come and go. Who could’ve known?

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"I think you’re stupid." Chigiri one day started out of nowhere while you two were watching the cherry blossoms fall, the spring breeze making the branches rustle— a scene too romantic for people who were supposedly just friends but you chose to ignore that & the warm sensations in your stomach.

"What the fuck?" you blinked, unsure if he was going to continue or just leave it at that. You didn’t know whether to be confused or offended that he just insulted your intelligence out of nowhere after he took you here to supposedly hang out after his leg fully recovered.

"Anyways, I like you." Chigiri once again managed to render you speechless because what the fuck. Your head snapped to him and you looked at him with an expression that could only be described as flabbergasted & confused.

No matter how faint your blush might be in that moment, it’s clear Chigiri noticed it too with how he’s clearly been holding back a laugh. But you figured that him laughing at you is less humiliating than you blushing.

"You can’t just call me stupid and THEN confess??"

"Yeah, well I did."

"Girl, fuck you." You’ve already turned away, not wanting to dignify him with you looking at him any longer. And it was good you did so because you heard him laughing.

"You wish." "HUH!??!"

And then you turned as red as his hair, how great!

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After that interaction (and sudden confession), you both got together as strange as it might be but hey, you’re not complaining! (or maybe you are, no idea.) Who would be complaining after getting with their crush? That’s like, the most pathetic thing someone can do if they have a crush on someone. Thankfully, you aren’t as pathetic as some might think you are and are quite happy that you ended up with your crush.

Even though you two are now dating, nothing seemed to change all that much, maybe a little more romantic affection but you two stayed fairly the same as you were prior to being a couple. Some even forgot you two were even together and kept asking when you’d confess.

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The sun was up with barely any clouds in the sky so it was all blue when you’d look up, leaves & bushes rustled in the background from the warm summer wind. Today was a nice day, sunny and just the right temperature for ice-cream! That’s what you thought, at least up until now.

While Chigiri was getting the Vogue treatment from the wind, you were fighting for your life to get your hair out of the way long enough to have a bite out of your beautiful, delicious, possibly melting ice cream while Chigiri watched in too much amusement for your taste.

You looked at Chigiri, and he looked at you, and after noticing how perfect the wind makes him look you immediately got pissed. Like how dare it make him look like.. that while shitting on you relentlessly with the way it made your hair go everywhere? You’d make a remark about how the wind is discriminatory or something for laughs but this is no laughing matter. Your (supposed) reputation of being the most beautiful person on school grounds is bound to be tarnished if someone from your school saw you like this.

Scowling at Chigiri, you cocked your head to the side & raised an eyebrow like him staring at you in such a state was truly the biggest offense he’s ever committed towards you.

“The fuck you lookin’ at, ugly? Be a useful boyfriend for once and get my hair out of my face.” You demanded with all too much sass in your voice for the position you’re in right now.

Chigiri snickered and you would’ve probably said something insulting to him had he not complied with your demand and pushed your hair out of your face. At least he was useful this once & didn’t try and tease you for whatever reason.

With Chigiris hands holding your once free hair & keeping it from ruining your ice-cream— you finally were able to take a bite from your ice-cream. Not lick, but bite like the damn sociopath you are. 

After witnessing such a crime Chigiri debated whether to let loose your hair so you could quit committing such heinous act in front of him but he decided against it after he realized you’d most likely cause a scene and end up embarrassing the both of you.

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Safe to say, from that interaction alone, it was clear people wonder how you two are a couple and still manage to REMAIN in love with each other with the shit you do, like the amount of times your friends saw you attempt to gaslight Chigiri to believe in something totally untrue (like the fact his sandwich evaporated into thin air when in reality you just ate it.) or mess with his hair products so he could have a harder time figuring out which is which so you could step in like some knight in shining armor is insane.

The same goes for Chigiri though, he doesn't let you get away with your little pranks and comes back for vengeance— like that one time he stole your sandwich and fed it to the rats because you ate his sandwich or the one time he hid your hair ties from you so he could get back at you messing with his hair products’ and what not.

Despite the bizarre nature of your relationship, your friends suppose that freaks do go well together so maybe his princess attitude outweighs your superiority complex and vice versa because there is NO way you two should even work together in the slightest.

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Today you decided that you would prank Chigiri. No reason as to why — simply for the fun of it because you’d like to think you’re full of whimsy, happiness and rainbow vomit.

This line of thinking is what brought you in the situation you were in — squeaks heard throughout his room courtesy of the abundance of balloons you set up as a way to get revenge for him eating the leftovers his mom so graciously offered you.

Chigiri narrowed his eyes as he looked at the piles and piles of balloons that filled up his room, he would’ve gotten a pin to pop them but then you notified him they were all filled with water so he has to painfully take them out one by one if he didn’t want his whole room drenched in water.

You stared at Chigiri for a moment or two in suspicion, usually he’d get a bit pissed off and then go on some monologue or something before telling you that he also set something up for you but nothing came out of him.

He looked way too upset for something as harmless as this — so you, being the confrontational person you are— decided to be upfront and ask him about it.

“What’re you so angry about?” You asked, putting aside a balloon you were previously going to fill aside so you could stand up and make your way to him since you didn’t want to be talking all the from across the room.

Chigiri seemed to be a bit.. conflicted? Unsure? No idea what was going through that head of his but it didn’t seem like anything good, your best guess was that he was just being antsy about how much longer it’ll take for him to clean his room.

“Wait — lemme guess! ” You interrupted before he could even think of what to say, raising a hand to stop him before you dramatically closed your eyes and thought real hard about what would make him this upset.

Chigiri rolled his eyes in annoyance, huffing even at your antics and inability to read the room.

“You got your period after you turned into a girl!” You exclaimed, opening your eyes as if what you said held any weight. Chigiri blinked at you and furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief that this would be your first thought.

Upon seeing his confusion, you decided to elaborate for some reason as if anything you would say after that was in any way going to redeem your past statement.

“Y’know, you pretty much look the part so maybe you’d turn into one!” Chigiri couldn’t decide what was worse, your confidence or the fact you said it like a statement.

Before he could interject and tell you how stupid that theory of yours is, you already let out a gasp and covered your mouth with your hands as if you discovered the true reason for him being upset and Chigiri had a feeling it wasn’t going to be any better than your past assumptions.

“DID I MANIFEST IT?!” You looked way too excited when you said that for Chigiri’s taste.

“What? No — what are you even talking about? ”

“Oh.. bummer.” You mumbled, excitement dying down as if you were genuinely disappointed Chigiri hadn’t turned into a girl.

“Sorry?”

“Anyways! If that isn’t it, then what got you so upset?” You asked with a tilt of your head slightly to the side while you awaited his response, assuming he’d start semi-affectionately monologuing right about now about how annoying you and your pranks are.

Chigiri stalled for a few seconds with his gaze averted like he was working up the courage to tell you what got him in that type of mood before he finally opened his mouth to say those horrible 4 words; “We.. We should break up.”

Your whole body stiffened. That was the last thing you expected to hear from him, why now? Why not earlier? Was this just some sick prank to play on you after the one you just did now? That’d be really cruel but at least it wouldn’t mean the end of your relationship.

The whole world around you blurred along with Chigiri, maybe it was your tears or maybe you’re just starting to get dizzy or maybe it’s something in the air that’s making you like this — it doesn’t really matter, does it? You’re still losing your best friend, and your love, too.

“...Huh?” You mumbled after swallowing the lump in your throat, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

Chigiri’s eyes widened ever so slightly once looked back and saw you prior to recomposing himself, he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck in awkwardness. It looked like the sight of you so affected by his words seemed to have taken a toll on him. Should you be happy that he still seemed to be affected by you or is it pathetic?

“I got invited to this school and apparently it’s for making the best striker in the world, we won’t be having any outside contact so it’ll be pretty hard to talk with you so I — ” He started, probably in an attempt to try and salvage whatever it is you two had left.

Listening to him ramble about how this is “for the better” was seriously pissing you off. How dare he go on a tangent about how it’d be so much “better” for you two when he’s clearly the only one benefiting from this? How dare he try to spin it around and pretend like it’d be the best thing for the both of you?

Your hands formed into fists and you gripped the fabric of your pants as some stupid outlet for all the emotions you’re experiencing with your gaze far away from him.

“Spare me your excuses.” You said through gritted teeth, cutting him off.

Does he think he’s just way better than you to the point he had to make lame ass excuses so he doesn’t hurt your feelings? You’ve worked harder than him and done more than him, so damn him if he thinks he’s in any way better than you.

“Don’t think you’re better than me just because you got invited to some elite school.” You mumbled while passing by Chigiri on your way to his rooms door.

Chigiri almost reached out to you, almost tried to stop you from leaving. Just almost before the more rational part of him stopped him mid-way with his hand reaching out to touch the place your arm would’ve been before you left.

He reminded himself it’s for the better, neither of you would be able to maintain a long-distance relationship with no contact. That’d it be better if he just broke it off instead of having you wait for someone who’ll barely be there.

He stands there for a few moments, simply mulling over what just occurred and if he could’ve chosen a better time or place or way to break the news to you. Maybe he should’ve told you when you weren’t having such a mellow moment, or maybe it was better that it was in a light hearted mood.

When you rushed downstairs to leave and pass by the kitchen, you hear Chigiris mom, Neneko, call you to the kitchen for help with dinner and you ignore it.

When you passed by the living room and hear Chigiris sister, Koyouki, call you over to play a board game you ignore her, too.

After that, you ran home and isolated yourself in your room for a few hours.

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Should it hurt that much?

Why is it now that once you get someone who loves you unconditionally that fate pulls you two apart?

Were you just.. not meant to be? Like were you two just destined to fail? Was the relationship you two had anything more than stupid teenage love? Or was it something more?

You can’t seem to bring yourself to answer any of the questions and doubt swirling in your mind after what you had just experienced back at his house.

Your mom knocks on the door and comes in without waiting for a response, you assume she’s here to ask you about your homework but once she sees how you lie there on your back with tears streaming down your face and your eyes deadset on the ceiling— she leaves and closes the door behind her.

You think she saw how probably pathetic you look as of now and decided to save her lecture or whatever it is she was going to do for later. Probably for when you come out for dinner or something.

florists (extra) notes :: no one asked for like the 4k words of fluff but im the gift that keeps on giving so u take it or u leave it. this is my first time writing long fics so erm enjoy !!

lowkey guys i rlly dislike chigiri 😓😓😓 but i was planning to write for him anyways so we ball

also i had no idea how i was gonna make this both angst & friends to lovers so i hope this sufficed!! plus idk chigiris character all that well so u had me studying for this hoe smh../hj

im gonna be so real and say that i actually really enjoyed writing for this request, maybe my hatred towards chigiri is just misdirected.. or i like writing dramatic reader or wtv this genre of reader is. either way it was fun!!

very important but does anyone want to be added to some sort of taglist for this event? like ill tag you in each post of it or smth

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