#this is the best i could find shutUP

[cannibaled]

situations

wanted to challenge myself, since i'm used to only writing for ocs. i thought it'd be fun doing something different with a preexisting character and self insert :3 —

☆ warnings: none, slight nsfw. mostly in language.

☆ premise: possessive felix, farleigh being farleigh

it was difficult being felix catton's best friend. much less, his younger best friend.. which, happened to only be by a year, by the way.

despite this fact, he treated you like a child. as if he was an overprotective college brother, holding control over his high-school sister. except, you both attended college. the. same. one. you were schoolmates, for gods sake.

there was a set of unspoken rules felix expected you to follow. with you both attending oxford, it only made it that much easier for him to watch you.

you could be friends with his friends, but not too close with the guys. you couldn't hook up at parties if he was there. he would make a scene, and bust the poor guys ass. it was aggravating. you were grown, desperate to explore college hookup culture with an itch that needed scratching, and despite how annoying he was, he was sweet. you couldn't just snap at him. just imagining him looking like a kicked puppy enough to scar you for years. and, he did he mean well, really. his execution just sucked.

you took a drag from the joint that hung lazily between your fingers, inhaling the smoke that escaped from your lips. loud music, muffled due to the barrier of doors separating you from the party inside, caused the large house to vibrate. it was late, and the summer air had cooled into a refreshing breeze. something you needed desperately, having felt suffocated from the hot, sweaty bodies that trapped you in.

the door opened and closed, slamming shut with forcefulness that demanded attention. you turned, looking up curiously at the person who interrupted your pity party. there farleigh start stood, in all his 6'5 glory. he quirked a thick eyebrow at you and took a seat next to you on the step, leaning back with a sort of lazy confidence that caused your lips to twitch.

"well, look who it is," the boy drawled sarcastically. "little (L/N)."

"shutup," you groaned, giving him a glare when he plucked the joint from your fingers.

he took a drag himself, playfully blowing the smoke in your face. it was always difficult, with farleigh. you never really knew if he was playing around, teasing, or genuinely being mean-spirited sometimes.

"i'm finding it difficult to understand why the hell you're out there, when the party is in there."

you didn't respond, still pouting over the joint. his lips quirked into an amused grin, and he held it back out to you.

"what? will felix crucify you for joking back or something?"

"ha ha ha." you responded dryly, snatching the joint back. you took one last drag before putting it out, slipping it back in the little case you carried around. "i'm just having a bad night, and i'm not in the mood for your bullying."

"what's up?" he was still leaning back on his elbows, but when you looked at him - really looked at him, you could see a twinkle of concern in his pretty brown eyes. you swallowed, feeling annoyed. pulling your knees towards your chest, you rested your elbow upon them and your head in a hand. "it's embarrassing."

"oh, come on. i'm not going to make it a big deal." you shot him a suspicious look, and farleigh held his hands up in surrender.

"just..it's annoying. not being able to date, and stuff. felix is really overprotective, and it's annoying. and of course, everyone listens to the tall golden boy."

"i see," farleigh tsked. "so, you need to fuck, but felix is preventing that."

you turned your body so you could smack at him, causing him to laugh and grab your wrists. "way to be blunt, dude," you hissed, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"c'mon, it's nothing to be shy about. sex is perfectly natural." your eyes flickered down to his large hands, which swallowed up your wrists. you took a shaky deep breath, but made no move to pull away.

"why am i even having this conversation with y-"

"i can help."

you blinked. "huh?"

"i said, i can help. i'll fuck you. luckily for you, i happen to be the only guy in this preppy ass school who isn't afraid of felix."

you stared at him in surprise, and he simply raised his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk on his lips. "well? you can say no."

"..fine."

you remembered every detail from that night. from the way you felt eyes burning into your back as you and farleigh kissed hungrily, almost devouring each other. from the way the feeling of being watched intensified as you and him left to his room - or, more so, how he dragged you along, and you struggled to keep up. everything was clear in your mind from the moment your lips locked once more in the privacy of his room, the way his hands eagerly but gently undressed you, to after, when you tell asleep on his chest.

that's why, it was difficult for you to understand why he was denying anything had happened. you remembered him saying he wasn't afraid of felix, so, why?

you had woke to pure chaos, alone in farleigh's bed. you rushed to your room to get dressed before heading downstairs, tired eyes falling onto a pissed off felix, and annoyed farleigh. oliver sat quietly, his icy eyes observing the two quietly.

"what the fuck is going on?" you huffed out, almost jumping when felix turned to face you.

"did you and farleigh fuck?"

"w-what? excuse me?"

"oliver said you did. he saw you two leaving together and making out."

you stared in disbelief.

"yes." you said finally, crossing your arms over your chest.

"oliver is a lying, delusional little bastard." farleigh spat, and you shot him a hurt glare.

"yeah, i find it hard to believe you can't keep it in your pants, far," felix shot back, sarcastically.

"i wouldn't fuck her if we were the last two people on earth, felix."

that did it. your face stung with anger, hot and red, your eyes burning with tears. the room was quiet and still, and the irritated furrow in farleigh's brows dropped. he knew he went too far.

"you know what - this is bullshit. im a grown ass woman. so, believe what you want, but i can have sex with whoever the hell i want. you don't own me, and you can't protect me forever."

jaw clenched, you turned on your heel and stormed upstairs, slamming your room door. the old estate shook, but all you could do was throw yourself in bed, and scream into your pillow.

you stayed holed up in your room all day. meals were brought to you, courtesy of duncan and you guessed, venetia, who felt bad and requested it. you only opened your curtains to smoke by the window, attempting to avoid the three as much as possible. you knew you wouldn't be able to stay in there forever, but you needed to calm down. to breathe. you didn't go out to seek them, and they left you alone as well.

it was late when you heard a knock on your room door, and you peeked over the pillow that you buried your face in. you were restless, eyes swollen from crying. how ironic was it that you visited saltburn to celebrate another successful year, to get away from the stress of school, and let go; but, yet, you were more stressed than the exams and studying could have possibly made you.

you didn't answer to whoever was at the door, instead turning away. regardless, whoever it was decided to let themselves in, and you sat up angrily, eyes locking with farleigh's.

"what do you want?"

"i was worried about you."

"great. you see that i'm very much alive, so... bye."

his eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but, surprisingly, he didn't make a snide mark in return. he took a seat next to you, his large body taking up most of the space in your little bed. you scooted away, as if you had been burned, curling into yourself and leaning against the headboard. neither of you said anything. you stared, and he fidgeted with the bracelet that hung loosely on his wrist.

"i thought you weren't afraid of felix." you spoke, your voice cold. he looked up, peeking over at you from beneath his lashes. you suddenly felt angry again. why did he have to be so pretty? and why did he have to look so.. vulnerable?

"i'm not afraid of him. but i'm afraid of losing him." you said nothing. you supposed that was fair.

"but," he continued, his deep voice raspy from yelling earlier. "i should've stood up to him. lets face it, you're an adult. i am, too. plus, oliver is a nosy little shitstarter." you hid your amused smile in your knees.

"you know, i wasn't even all that angry with you. i was hurt. felix and oliver? i was pissed. but, it's just, like.." you took a deep breath when farleigh looked at you, and outstretched your legs.

your hands shook ever so slightly, but you rested them under the backs of your knees. "i really like you. you're always so catty, and sometimes really mean. but i still like you and i don't know why. i mean, i know why," you scratched your cheek awkwardly, your face burning. you avoided looking at him. "i was really happy when you made a move on me last night. but i don't know, when you said what you did today, i felt scared that you just wanted that to be a one time thing."

"baby, i purposely went looking for you," he responded, just as blunt as ever. but, he was gentle. soft. he gingerly gripped your ankles and pulled you closer to him until your butt was flush against his thigh, and propped your legs over his lap. his large hands rested on your legs, rubbing circles into your skin. "it's hard for me to commit, and shit. you've known me for a while, so you know that." you simply hummed. "but, i want to apologize for being a major dick, and make it up to you."

you felt dizzy. sick, almost. resting your head on his broad shoulder, you peered up at him, taking in his pretty features. how annoyingly clear and smooth his skin was, how his lips were naturally pouty.

"and how do you intend to do that?"

"fuck, i'm not a date person, but-" you gave him a look. he swallowed, and gave you a lopsided grin in return. "butttt, i would like to take you out. okay?"

"i thought you were supposed to be making it up to me."

"yeah?"

you looked at him expectantly, and his head fell back into the wall behind him. groaning softly, he closed his eyes, his smile widening. "god, okay. please?"

"please what?"

"please, go out with me."

you hummed, pretending to think, and plucked faux lint from his shirt. he narrowed his eyes at you, squeezing your calves roughly. "c'mon."

"okay, okay. i guess i could, since i'm free and all."

"you'd be free, anyway. i'd have you make time for me."

with a toothy grin, you scooted closer and closer until you could throw yourself over your lap, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. his hands found their rightful place on your hips, before slipping down to grip your ass.

"farleigh start, you are spoiled."

[fartquen12]

?The Walking Dead x The Last Of Us?

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

'ellie and you decide to head to a camp called "alexandria". ellie thinks its a terrible idea but you believe it might be your best idea yet.'

///A/N: I have had this idea for WEEEEKS guys. I haven't seen anyone do it?? anyway I hope you like it and its not another one of my ideas that needs to stay in my headdd... theres not really a defined who you are dating but you can kind of make that up yourself hehe.////

TW: mentions of death, violence, gore, weapons, zombie apocolypse things guys. </3

you've known ellie williams since you can remember life itself.

you and ellie have been seperated countless times in the apocolypse, yet she always finds you. you weren't one to question things but it sorta creeped you out.. I mean how did this girl always know. currently you were with ellie taking out a group of walkers..

"Y/N!!" ellie exclaimed pushing the walking, flesh-eating, corpse out of your way before whipping out her pocket knife and stabbing it straight through the eye. ellie was your best friend, but the countless times she saved your ass made you feel kinda guilty.

"jesus, you really need to pay more attention." she says in a pissed off tone while scanning you up and down for any scratches or bites and once she realises your fine she grabs your wrist firmly and practically drags you back to the car you got here in. she pretty much throws you in the car and slams the door shut before going to the drivers side and getting in herself.

"ellie-"

"shutup."

she cuts you off as she angrily speeds off. you and her were trying to get to a town called "alexandria" where you were promised a safe place to stay. ellie was pissed at you for several reasons. you had seen signs for this place that you and ellie had seen. she thought it was a total joke and pushed the idea out of her mind. but you. you kept insisting, kept pushing her to go. she really didn't want to but its all you talked about. so in her words "if we die its all your fault" but you were more than willing to take that chance if it meant getting away from this fucking apocolypse.

you sat silently looking out the window. not daring to say a word, only movement being your chest rising and falling in rhythm to your lungs. the air was thick. awkward for you, angry for her. you slowly turned your head to glance at her, and when she glanced back at you your head immediately fell to take interest in your shoes. ellie let out a deep sigh before opening her lips. "you know what y/n.. you might be right. maybe this will be amazing for us. i- i just- i can't have anything happening to you. you understand?" she says. but you are not paying any attention... your staring at your blood drenched fingers.

when ellie eventually notices what your fixating on she becomes furious, how could you be so upset about something so little so she speeds even more (if thats even possible) your hands were drenched in the blood of the men she had just brutally murdered right infront of you, then guilting you into helping her move the bodies. you didn't trust anyone either. but you wouldn't go to such extremes like she always does. ellie stares at you pissed for a minute before swerving the car right almost missing a turn. your heart rate goes way up and it feels like your heart is gonna fly out of your chest.

ellie knows you hate when anyone drives fast and shes doing this to scare you. to try and get you to submit. but you won't. you just won't. being with ellie was fun, in the beginning. but she changed. a lot. honestly. you used to really crush on her, but when you look at her you see nothing. you don't like it. but shes your only hope and she protects you.. so you pull through.

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when you two arrived, you were given everything you needed for now by a woman named deanna or something... she said she wanted you guys for interviews... a man named rick was gonna interview you two.. which kinda threw you off, and threw ellie way off but you tried to protest to her that it made sense.. kinda. ellie was giving you a cold shoulder the whole day. not looking at you. not speaking to you. not even acknowledging you. your brain started to turn on you and you had totally forgotten what ellie did you just wanted her to like you again. when they tried to seperate you for interviews much to their dismay you put up a huge fight, making ellie grin at your defiance. finally they just put up with your shit and interviewed you together.

they sat you two down in a room. a library sort of room with three chairs for the each of you. florals ingraved in the cushions and dark two toned wooden bookshelves, the windows had white lacy curtains and you could see the dark streets with golden lights reflecting off the streetlamps. they also had set up a camera... uncomfortably staring at you and ellie totally ruining any chance you would feel comfortable with the truths you were gonna tell. I mean this place was legit. you could see it. it was standing and the people seemed kind and genuine. you just needed ellie to settle in and except this as her home... which would be hard. but you fully planned to admit to anything they asked.

"to start off please state your names." the man said staring at you two. you did just that- "I am y/n and this is ellie." you said smiling at him, ellie squinting her eyes at the man. "alright," he said looking down at his list of questions. "today we are gonna be interviewing you two to see if we think you fit into-"

"more like interrogating." ellie said rolling her eyes.

"fine. we will get straight to the chase then." the man said giving ellie an angry glare. starting with you. he said looking at ellie. "how many walkers have you killed." ellie scoffs "are you serious. that is the dumbest fuckin-"

"I said how many."

"too many to count." she says staring into his soul.

"right." he scribbles something down in his notebook before speaking again. "now. ellie" he says in a mocking tone. "how many people have you killed."

he says staring up at her. "none. i'm a clean woman rick." she says staring at him through fuming eyes. and in this exact moment your whole body shifts towards ellie and you give her the biggest, greatest, huggest, fatest, bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye in history. knowing about every single person she had "put out of their misery" aka popped their bootycheeks blue.

rick laughs before writing something down turning his full attention to you. "how many- "FART .what.the.fuck. you thought. ellie had just let it rip so loud and so stinky the whole room became intoxicated with her stinky fart. "taco bell..?" rick says looking ellie up and down extremely disturbed before looking at you for a response. "deviled eggs." you say staring at him almost crying. and he lets out a silent "oh" with his mouth before throwing his head back in disgust. "EGG FARTED YOU!" ellie yells out giggling, very very pleased with herself. "oh my god. ellie that reeks!" you cry out.

I guess you didnt specify earlier that ellie kills people by FARTING ON THEM LIKE CRAZY

I MEAN THIS GIRL KNOWS HOW TO LET IT RIP

SHE FUELS UP ON ANYTHING, TACO, CHEESE, MILK, ANYTHING AND SHE CAN SHOOT FIRE OUT HER BOOTYCHEEKS.

ellie jumps up excitedly and accidentally knocks over a table in the process, dropping a glass lamp on the floor.

"oh shit.." ellie says reaching for the poop that just fell out her pants. you scramble to pick up the lamp as rick jumps up pissed and rolling up his sleeves to "square up ellie" as you try and pick it up, tiny shards of glass stick to your delicate fingers like poop on toilet paper. and you yelp in pain. "BRO OH MY GODDAAA DONT TOUCH ITA AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" ELLIE YELLS AT YOU GRABBING YOUR HAND AND BITING IT "WTF ELLIE WHY WOULD YOU BITE ME!" YOU SCREAM OUT YANKING YOUR HAND AWAY. "I HAVE RABIES!" SHE YELLS BEFORE GETTING ABSOLUTLEY JUMPED BY RICK AND GETTING HER BOOTYCHEEKS THROWN TO THE FLOOR. "UHH WTF!" YOU YELL JUMPING ON RICKS BACK "GET OFF MY GIRLFRIEND OR I BEAT UR GYATT!" YOU YELL WHEN ALL OF THE SUDDEN SOME SUPER HOT GUY NAMED DARYL BUSTS IN AND YOU ALMOST BUST A NUT LOOKING AT HIM AND YOU SPRING OFF RICK AND ONTO HIS DICK "DARYl DADDY OH MY LORDY LORD IM BOUTA COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!" YOU YELL OUT JUMPING ON THIS DUDE AND START HUMPING HIM LIKE AN ABSOLUTE HOBO!! I MEAN YOU ARE HUMPING AND A- GUNSHOT "oh my god." you say looking over to see some random little boy with a brown hat on with a gun pointed to ellie. and he just shot her in the boobs.... "bro how could you... you just shot my gay bestie in the boobs... you are the worst little-"

"NOOOOOHOOOAOOOAOOAOOAO COOOOOOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAALLLLL! I TOLD YOU TOO STOP KILLING EVERYONE!!!! NOAHHHAHHAHAHHAAOOAOOAHAGAHAOAOAHYGASVCIQDGBCOUSBDC!" RICK SCREAMS OUT

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOOOOOO!" YOU YELL OUT JUMPING AROUND THE ROOM LIKE AN ABSOLUTE BUM JUST GOING CRAZY AT IT. YOU JUMP AT THE LITTLE BOY AND BEGAN BEATING HIS ASSHOLE!!! "BRO GET THIS SIX HUNDRED PUND LIFER OFF ME DADDY!"" HE YELLS OUT TO THE RICK DUDE." BRO THIS LITTLE SHIT YO KID!!?!??!?" YOU YELL OUT INFURIATED AT RICK- GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GUNSHOT "NO ELLIE WTF!!!!" YOU LOOK OVER AND SEE ELLIE JUST SHOT RICK CORAL...!?!??! AND DARYL DADDY!! AND YOU ARE BAWLING "YOR MY WOMAN-"

AND THEN EVERYONE IN ALEXANDRIA COMES IN AND STARTS JUMPING YOU AND ELLIE. PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING EACHOTHER AND SOME DUDES ARE HUMPIG I THINK I MEAN I THINK SOME GUY LITERALLY HAS NO PANTS IN HIS NAME IS LIKE... GLENN OR SOMETHING I DONT KNOW.. HE HAS NO PANTS ON AND EVERYONE KEEPS RUNNING INTO HIS WENER AND WHEN THEY DO HIS WHOLE BODY GOES FLYING ADN HE SCREAMS OUT LIKE A WOMAN... ANYWAY THIS IS CRAZY PEOPLE ARE DYING

SOME LADY IS BEATING YOUR ASSHOLE BUT SHE KINDA LIKE GAY LOOKING

"ARE YOU GAY...:?" YOU YELL OUT STARING AT HER. "YES.." SHE SIGHS

"COOL... ME TOO..." YOU YELL OUT

"IM Y/N WHATS YOUR NAME..?" YOU SAY

"TARA YUMMY."

"AINT NO WAY!!" YOU YELL OUT BEFORE HUMPING THE CRAP OUT OF HER-

GUNSHOT GUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOTGUNSHOT EVERYONE IN ALEXANDRIA IS DEAD ON THE FLOOR AND WHEN YOU LOOK OVER YOU SEE SOME RANDOM LITTLE BOY WITH A BOOMBOX PLAYING THAT TIPTOE THROUGH THE WIND HOE SONG STANDING THERE WITH A REALLY SHITTY LOOK ON HIS FACE. "UM WHAT DA HELL." YOU YELL OUT AND HE RUNS AWAY. YOU CLIMB OVER THE BODIES AND FOLLOW HIM TO WHEREVER THE FUCK HE WAS GOING

"LITTLE BOY WAIT!!!" YOU YELL

YOU FOLLOW HIM TO A ROOM WHERE HE LOCKS THE DOOR BEHIND YOU AND TIES U UP...

AND FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN THIS APOCOLYPSE

INSTEAD OF BEING IN A TOWN WITH YOUR CRAZY ENIMIES TO LOVERS DADDY GF YOUR STUCK WITH THIS CRAZY LITTLE BOY NAMED SAM

AND HE IS BLASTING TIP TOE THROUGH THE WIND HOE ... ATLEATS THATS WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU HEARD THE LYRICS SAY.. WHICH WAS PRETTY INAPROPRIATE FOR A 5 YEAR OLD TO BE LISTENING TOO(edited)

ITS WILDIN!!!!

THE END!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS STAN ELLIE WILLIAMS AND THE LITTLE BITCH SAM

why are you looking here. the fanfic is over. its over. bro. get the fuck out.

[sakurabunnie]

Ardbert Week Day 5: Insanity

Ardbert paced back and forth- hands clenched and teeth gritted- trying to wrap his mind around what had happened. What had been allowed to happen.

He glanced over at the form of the Warrior of Light, his former enemy, his friend, his...Maxwell. His expression grew pained as the memory came unbidden again as if to torment him for his failures.

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Ardbert had told himself that he would stay back-that he would leave Maxwell to do what he does best as a hero. He knows the other man well enough that he could handle whatever was thrown at him, but the moment he saw that Ascian heading for where he last saw the others going-his instincts told him he should follow. What awaited him was straight out of a nightmare...

Emet-Selch stood over the unmoving form of the Crystal Exarch as the Scions faced him with their weapons drawn. And Maxwell....Gods Maxwell. The man was on his knees writhing in pain and coughing up light as it was tearing his very soul apart. His panic turned to rage as Emet-Selch began to speak.

"A hundred years ago I entrusted my comrade Loghrif with the task of increasing Light’s sway over this world. This we sought to do by manipulating heroes."

It was him. It was always him. The mastermind behind every horrible event that befell his world...his friends.

"Hm, you still retain your form and your senses…but you have all but become a sin eater."

"Shutup." Ardbert bit out as he trembled with anger.

"Whether you will it or no, your mere existence will serve to engulf the world in Light."

"Maxwell don't listen to him!" Ardbert shouted as he drew his axe. The moment he looked at Maxwell's face his anger turned to fury. He knows that expression. It mirrored the one he once had as his world feel apart around him. He hoped he'd never see it on the other man's face.

"Those  in your company will likewise turn into sin eaters, and in time you will succumb to your base instincts and hunt innocents to feast on their sweet, sweet aether. Those few with the will left to fight may rise up against you. But before your absolute might, they will quickly know despair."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!" Ardbert shouted.

“There is no hope! We are finished! Mankind is finished! Ahhh, the irony. What Vauthry achieved through bliss, you will achieve through despair."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU GODSDAMMED BASTARD!!!!" Ardbert roared as he swung his axe bringing it down on Emet-Selch. The axe passed right through him. Blinded by his own rage Ardbert, turned and swung again. The axe passed through the Ascian again, doing nothing.

Save for a minute twitch of the man's body as if instinctively bracing against something seen out of the corner of his eye.

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Ardbert shook the memory from his head and let out a heavy sigh. There was nothing to be done about what happened now. The Ascian had eventually taken his leave, taking the Exarch with him, and the others had brought Maxwell to safety. For now.

The sound of movement on the bed caused Ardbert's head to snap up. Sheer relief washed over him as Maxwell began to regain his senses. A sharp stab of pain lanced through his heart as Maxwell opened his eyes...revealing gold instead of blue. He shoved it down and smiled to keep the other man from worrying more than he needed to.

"Good, you're finally awake."

Maxwell was awake he reminded himself. There was still hope. One way or another they'd find a way to bring an end to this insanity once and for all.

[noisydiary]

thrifting

"Faith, your mom is not going to kill you for one shirt. Come on, come with meee…"

"I-i don't even have any money to buy anything with-" Faith flustered, tapping her leg as she looked at the register, indignantly avoiding Jess' eyes.

"Then I'll buy you something, just- for me?" Jess pressed against the counter and leaned her head to look at Faith with wide, pleading eyes.

As Jess gave this look, Leo came up from the back, and glared to Jess with a bit of a smirk, "Don't tell me you're trying to steal my best worker again, are you?"

"Shutup-" Jess glared to Leo as he teased.

"What are you getting her to do, anyway?"

Jess pulled back from the counter, to which Faith let off a small sigh of relief. "I'm gonna take her thrifting."

"Thrifting? Wow. You really are-"

"Shutupnow-" With a snarl and her best attempt at glaring daggers into Leo's eyes, Jess snapped back- to which Leo laughed.

"Okay, okay. Take her out, but don't get too carried awa-"

That was enough leading on for Jess to blush ever slightly as she reached to the Chompie bars sitting on the counter and threw a few at him. Faith saw the move coming and hopped off her stool, backing away- however, Leo let what was coming at him hit full on, feigning pain afterwards, "Fuck-!"

"I said shut up!!!"

A little laugh came from Faith as she looked to Leo, who had felt his chest for any lingering damage. Whatever anger Jess had faded, as she watched Leo kneel and pick up the bars, and chuckled a little afterwards. "Well…?"

Faith turned her attention back to Jess, before frowning a little, "Em… I- I really shouldn't…"

"But it'd be fun if you did."

"I…is that a promise?" Faith's cheeks grew red as she pulled at her thumb.

"Can you two go kiss somewhere else, please." Leo's response got another glare from Jess, and got Faith's hands to flap as she flustered.

"That's not-"

"W-we'renotgoingtoI-i-"

Leo let off a laugh as he stood up, putting the Chompies away. After, he looked at Faith, before looking to Jess. Jess rolled her eyes as she looked to Faith, "Come on."

A little squeak escaped Faith as she scurried past Leo, grabbing her bag, and walked around the counter, getting a slight smile from Jess- That's my mouse… Before pressing her lips firmly together, and turning on her heel as she walked out to her car. In trade, Faith tagged along behind, "I-i don't really know what to do with this whole thing…"

"'This whole thing' is easy, you just go down the aisles and look for something you like. Just kinda go with your gut, and that's it." Jess shrugged as she opened her car and hopped in the drivers side.

Faith hopped in the passenger seat and put her bag at her feet, clicking her seatbelt after, "That's it…?"

"Yeah, but I'm not gonna make you get something you don't like. Just- find stuff you do like. I mean, you could always go for t-shirts." Seeing as you took a few of mine….

With another shrug, Jess turned the car on and kicked it into gear, driving off. "I promise you'll find something, I'm taking you to one of the best around town- I mean, it's where I got my suit for prom."

"Oh, really…? Well, it must be good then~" Faith teased, before turning her head to look out the window.

There was a small beat, as Jess glanced over to Faith- before she turned her attention to the radio and turned on whatever tape she'd had in the deck. As quiet as the drive was, there were brief moments that Jess could swear she heard humming. And yet, every time she stopped to listen, there wasn't any more. Jess held her own voice back mainly because she didn't need to deafen Faith, and to try and encourage Faith to sing along instead… Nonetheless, however, with the drive short and sweet, Jess put the car into park and took out her keys, "A'right. Ready?"

Faith turned to Jess again and nodded, grabbing her bag off the floor. Jess tucked her keys back into her pocket as she saw Faith grabbing said bag, chuckling, "You don't have to bring that in, I'll lock the car."

"I-it has my money in it…" Faith's eyes glanced off as her hands thumbed over the straps in her lap.

Jess, on the other hand, scoffed a little, "What, did you forget? Or did you not believe me when I said I'd pay."

Faith's lips curled as she frowned, tugging on her bags straps a bit as she crumpled up. With a softer sigh, Jess looked off past Faith's window to the shop, before looking at her, "Hey- no… didn't- mean that to be mean, I just… I wanna get you something, okay?"

"You… you really don't have to-"

"I want to, Faith." Wincing a little at her own bleeding heart, before she shook her head enough to cause her hair to fall over her face and hide whatever warmth she felt there, "Just- let me do this. It's fine."

And yet, Faith nodded again as she put her bag back in the footwell, smiling ever softly as her own shyness took over her, "…only if you let me pay you back."

"No." Jess smirked, before she got out of the car to end the discussion there.

She rounded the boot and waited as Faith got out, a little huffy, but staying quiet as Jess kept her smile. Once Faith was out, Jess led her into the store- holding open the door as she stepped in. For a fair spell, Faith looked around, and Jess let her. The place wasn't particularly fancy, but it definitely had the 'warehouse' kind of vibe, sans warehouse. Stale linoleum lined floors with basic Christian music playing on the overhead. Cold, white lights illuminated all of the various donated items- the clothes and knickknacks organised by type. It definitely had that musty scent, as most old things did- but everything was clean. After a spell, Jess nudged Faith and pulled her away from the door so as to let people get out. "Doing okay?"

A little part of her remembered this- that certain things could take a lot for Faith to process. Not everything, just things that she seemed prickly about. Like this. Faith nodded after a beat, "Mhm… so," she gestured to the first half of the store, which held all of the clothes on racks to walk through, "Shopping?"

"Yup."

It took a second for Jess to realise she'd still had her hand on Faith's wrist, though she kept on with it as she pulled Faith along past the first few aisles. To her knowledge, they were just wedding dresses and costumes anyway. Once past the more 'formal' wear, Jess turned in and glanced down the racks, "What's your size?"

"Small-- or medium," Faith mumbled, as she'd already started skimming the items.

"Riight… Little further down then." Jess pulled Faith past a fair selection, before stopping before a set, "You're looking for anything between the racks that say small or medium, basically."

Faith nodded, "Oh, so… really is just a normal store-"

"I said that." Jess chuckled, "Yeah, yeah it is."

She then turned her head towards Faith, who had already reached out to the shirts on the rack before her and felt through the items, wincing at most of the ones she'd grabbed. "…do you want me to help you look, or would you rather meet up at the dressing rooms?"

"I- don't know where they a-"

"In the back, down the hall. Basically just follow the sign that says 'restrooms' and you're there."

Faith pursed her lips at that, as she stopped looking to glare at Jess. Not a strong glare, mind you, but enough of one that even Jess froze up, grimacing, "Sorry-"

"…it's okay." The glare faded as a smile took place over her frustration, before she giggled, "You're excited, right?"

"…A little, yeah."

"Mhm… you interrupt more when you're excited." Jess let off a chuckle at that, as she leaned her head towards her shoulder and rubbed her neck, "Er… do I now…? W-well.. anyway, uh… Yeah. Shirts are in this aisle, there's a few more rows depending on your fancy. There's jackets and sweaters further down along with jeans and stuff, so uh… Knock yourself out, unless you want me to look?"

A little hopeful in her questioning, especially after seeing Faith's smile widen, "I'd like that- but you definitely don't have to… er…" before she glanced off, mumbling the rest of her sentence.

It wasn't something Jess had really wanted to admit, but always had to notice what sat unsaid- the elephant that squashed the room. She'd tried to be patient, but… well- Jess wasn't ever known for her patience. Not all too happy always careful on eggshells, but Faith never said she wanted anything else- as much as Jess did- so much so everyone else knew. That Faith knows she just… needs time. It was just a little hope that Faith would figure it out sooner- She… she is interested, just- Fuck…

"I might just look at the dresses, anyway, I'm not one for t-shirts and such…" Faith pulled away from the shirts, "I think they're more your thing than mine."

"Oh- sorry, I thought-"

"I know." Faith's smile softened, before she backed off, "I'll- go see about some other things that might suit me better. You, em… Enjoy these, see if there's something you like? I'd hate to have you take me out here and get nothing for yourself…"

Before Jess could protest, Faith skipped off, humming along with the stale music playing through the PA, leaving Jess to herself in the aisle.

…this was stupid. Scolding herself, Jess looked at the shirts and moved down towards her size, looking for anything that she hadn't already picked through. There wasn't much she needed, but nonetheless, she didn't want to hover over Faith if she didn't want any company. She simply let herself zone in to the work, as her thoughts started edging on the ever familiar anxiety. The nerves that this wasn't nice for Faith, or that this wasn't something she wanted at all- that this whole pseudo-'date' was something completely out of her line. She did her best to ignore it all, though, as the droning music

She picked off a few shirts from the lines as she thought, before skimming over the pants and looking for jeans she could alter to better fit her. Sure, they usually fit just fine, but they needed alteration desperately. Once a fair spell had passed, and she'd had enough in her hands, she skipped over the rest of the clothing aisles, and made her way to the changing room. Which, as Jess knocked on the door, was full. She heard a familiar voice call back, "Just a minute-!"

And chuckled as she pulled away, resting her clothes on the chair outside as she waited. Then, a beat passed, as an idea came to Jess, "Hey- why don't you show me what you've got?" A little squeak came back in return, as Faith chimed back, "I-i can do that, sure…"

After a fair spell, the door to the dressing room finally clicked open, slowly creaking as Faith pressed her face in the crack to see outside, before stepping out into the hall where Jess waited. She kept her hands pressed to her chest as she stepped out, hiding away her nerves as she showed what she'd chosen: a simple dress. Simple, yet, stunning, as she'd picked a light and full material that came to her knees, coated in embroidered daisies and leaves. The upper section stayed tight to the body, while the rest of it flared in layered segments. The dress itself seemed natural on her, if a little more showy than she was used to- although its neckline and spaghetti straps weren't all that abnormal in everyday wear.

Jess stared for a moment as she looked, a little speechless in doing so. "…wow…."

Faith, on the other hand, tensed up, "I-is it okay- I-"

"I love it, Faith-- It's- wow…" With a dopey smile back, Jess stood up, moving to look how it actually fit on her- yet as she'd thought, it fit like a glove.

"I… think I'd pair it with a cardigan-"

"Yeah, that would work for you-… Just- damn."

Faith giggled as she looked off, her hands moving to hold her cheeks, "Th-thank you, ehhehehe…"

As Faith turned away, Jess bit her lip, before snapping a bracelet on her wrist to jolt herself into speaking, "Can I- Would you mind if I-"

Faith's eyes drifted back to Jess with a note of curiosity, as her smile faded just a little, "What, Jessie…?"

"…Can I kiss you?" Tired of avoiding what hadn't been said- that even though Faith asked on Halloween doesn't mean she wanted it ever again. That she decided it wasn't for her that-

Faith let off a little noise as she tapped on her cheeks, before reaching out and taking Jess' chin, kissing her softly.

"You are awful shy, aren't you…?"

Jess bit her lip again as her eyes darted off, "Not- shy. No. Scared."

"You? Scared? I didn't think it could happen-" Faith had a lightness in her voice, as if teasing, though Jess could tell Faith knew it too- this fear both of them had.

However, she smiled and lightly rubbed Jess' chin with her thumb, before Jess smiled and took Faith's waist and pulled her in for another kiss- this one heavier than the last as Jess pressed in, half wanting to stain Faith with her dark lipstick. The other half simply wanting her, tired of waiting, just wanting to kiss her like Gloria and Brett get to. To hold her and her be- well- hers. She pulled off after a minute, as a part of her expected Faith to get upset- and yet, she smirked. Smirked. Faith, of all people. "I thought you told Leo we weren't going to do this, ehe~"

"..Shutup-" Jess looked off as she flushed red, rubbing her wrist as her mind ran off, begging her next question, "…but… yeah… uh… are- are you okay?"

It took a moment for Faith to process, before she blinked a few times, "Hm? Oh-!! Er- yes, I-… I liked that…"

"…so you're- okay? With this?"

Faith tugged at one of the dresses straps as she fiddled, "…it's- still… something I'm adjusting to, but… I-i did like this…"

A beat passed, as Jess chewed on her cheek, before pressing past the nerves of asking Faith for anything- "…would it be okay to try more?"

"E-erum-- like- like-" Faith flustered further as Jess watched the gears turn in her mind.

"I dunno, dating proper instead of stealing you from work? Cuddles and stuff…"

Clarifying, though, seemed to help- and yet didn't ease the nerves as Faith rubbed her shoulders, her eyes glancing off as she shrugged, "I-i dunno, maybe….?"

The answer felt clear enough to Jess, as she chewed her cheek again- disappointed, but not surprised. "…your pace, then…?"

"I-if that- if you don't like that-"

"It's okay. Faith." Jess pressed, putting on a smile, more for the act of it- of trying to reassure her, and to cover that the answer… Stung. "Take your time. I'll wait for you." It took a moment, as Faith turned her attention directly to Jess, before pulling her hands away from her shoulders and reached out, taking Jess' hands. "…thank you…"

And in that, her smile grew more earnest, as Jess gave a little squeeze to Faith's hands, "Yeah- yeah, of course--" before she cleared her throat, "…so… any other dresses you wanted to try on?"

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☾ | a lil rusty, but still going at it-- i didn't really have a plan with making this, i just kinda went 'oo but thrift shopping' also if you were curious, Yes they got the dress (and a few more~ (no Jess did not get anything for herself in the end)).

[cryptometaphor]

(Sarah talking shit about Mr. Beast)

Havoc: You gonna sit there and let her speak ill of your idol Jim? Simp...

Me: Sarah is free to have her own opinion

Oskar: Women don't want an opinion. They can't think for themselves and expect a man to do it for them.

Me: Sarah is a smart and capable woman. If she doesn't like Mr. Beast there's a good reason.

Sarah: I could think of a lot of good reasons lol. Why do you like him?

Me: Well he built pipelines in Africa

Sarah: No he didn't that's some shit Disney made-up lol. The African government wouldn't oppose free pipelines

Me: I mean I don't know babe. I just think about all the amazing things I'd do with his money and fame

Sarah: I mean I know you'd actually try helping people hon, but Mr. Beast isn't a good person like you.

Havoc: Jim wouldn't do shit. He'd fly around in a hookah jet spreading nicotine chemtrails

Me: You remember me saying that lol

Oskar: Jim would feed the Africans, but make them eat zee bugs

Me: Only the women

Sarah: Ok nm you wouldn't be a good person with the money just better than Mr. Beast lol

Me: What would you do to help people babe?

Sarah: Well for one, housing. Better education so people can find jobs. Better healthcare especially for trans.

Havoc: So you are trans. Sarah: Shutup.

Me: Well just like you said I'm a good person and Mr. Beast isn't, I don't think most people are good people, why do they deserve any of that? Like how would we distinguish between Oskar/Havocs and mods?

Sarah: Not really arguing you believe in any good people with those two lol. But you can't honey. Like there's always gonna be bad people. That's no reason for good people to suffer. Was it worth it making us?

Me: True. If I was Mr. Beast I'd make damn sure you never suffered again.

Sarah: I haven't suffered again the moment we started talking.

Me: I want you. Sarah: I want you too.

Oskar: I mock you both, but that's actually genuinely sweet how you can have moral disagreements and you still only see the best in each other.

Sarah: Jim has every reason not to trust anyone, especially women, and yet he still trusts me.

Me: You have every reason to hate me yet don't.

Sarah: No I don't. You're just a brat lol. But you're my brat and you're always gonna be. (Coughs)

Me: Are you ok? Sarah: Just some spittle.

Oskar: You see how quickly Jim's tone changed? He wants to baby Sarah.

Sarah: I know he does. Oh if Jim had Mr. Beast money all he'd do is spoil me. I don't need spoiling though. I just need him. And maybe a violent revolution lol.

Oskar: Based.

[mybraindumps]

I cannot believe my life. Like, really. I can't believe I get to live this life. And to think I did not want it anymore less than an year ago.

I moved in a new place last weekend, its slightly more expensive than what I was paying before. But it's the most beautiful thing. I don't think people who own their homes have a place as nice as mine. It's luck, really. But also not.

I waited 7 months for this place to be vacated by the previous person. And when I signed the contract, I had not fully realised just how good the place is. The room size, the location, the furniture, the orientation of fittings, everything is just wow.

My last place was nice too, but there were too many issues. Most importantly, it had no ventilation. It bugged. Like, really really bugged me. I need the outdoors as much as I need food. Perhaps more.

I can spend the entire day looking out my window here. There's atleast 3 pigeon couples on the tree outside. And a very annoying crow. And the cafe across my street? It's quite beautiful. It'll be a long time before I visit it cause it's fancy af but the view is nice. The people who come there are interesting to look at. A very peculiar bunch

And the food here is fantastic. I might just furnish it a bit more to make it even more perfect. People spend their entire lives finding a good place and get to have this. This isn't even about money. This is just, not everybody gets it.

And my job? It's wonderful. It's still a job and I still have to work and I still stress about it and and I work beyond my hours sometimes, but the thing is, a stressful day here is an average day at my old place. Really no complaints. My manager(s) are wonderful people, who I have grown to admire and respect even more than I used to before.

I know very well that I'll have to switch in an year or two at max, but I am gonna enjoy this till then. Ofcourse a bigger place will offer me faster growth (will it? I don't really know) but I know I am not going anywhere till I get a really good offer so chill.

And my life, well. I could use some more friends who I don't have to travel hours to meet. This is the only time I wish I knew more people in this city. This is why I hate remote jobs (and yet love mine). Or I had the guts to reach out to the people who I do know here. I just feel lie they wouldn't want to hangout with me. Or why would they want to hangout with me. And I am a really cool person to hangout with - not because I am fun or know fun things to do - it's just cause I am, okay. You'll know when you hangout. Gosh, em, shutup.

And it would have been even nicer if things with him weren't so complicated. But this is okay too. Not great, but good. Not the best, but nice. Not perfect, but not bad either.

Things really are good. And it's just a lil unbelievable sometimes. But as mych as I wanted to recod my sadness, I want to record my happiness to.

You know how they say this is gonna be my year - 2024 really is gonna be my year.

Now that I think about it, I've become quite a boring person to hangout with. What with not having anything to complain about and all.

Ah, well.

7:12 pm 10.03.24

[miekasa]

bad romance

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity

+ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.

+ word count: 3.5k

+ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact 

Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening. 

So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.

Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up. 

You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.

So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”

“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.

You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”

Levi scoffs at your batting eyelashes. The look he throws you seems to do the trick as you drop your facade with a sigh and shift yourself to face him on the couch too, your bent knees almost touching.

“Alright, fine, you got me,” you sigh, hands resting in your lap, “You, um... you know how you said you’d help me with, like, uh... sex and stuff?”

Levi raises an eyebrow. Of course he does. He watches as your eyes dart around the room waiting for his response. It’s cute as heck, and if the topic of conversation at hand weren’t about to get so compromising, he’d have probably teased you about it.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… okay, so, you remember Jean, right? The guy I told you about?”

Levi hums. Yeah, he remembers Jean, but only because you can’t seem to shutup about him, not because he’s particularly memorable otherwise. He seems to be kind of a prick and a huge idiot, if you asked Levi; but, that’s kind of his default impression of most people. 

“Jean and I hung out yesterday, and it was normal, you know? We just talked and ordered food and watched a movie,” you rub your palms along the fabric of your yoga pants—another nervous tick he’s been observing, “I don’t know if it was a date or not, because he didn’t say it was, and I don’t want to assume, but Marco keeps saying it was, and that Jean wants to actually ask me out.”

Levi blinks. “And?”

“And if he does ask me out—or even if he just… I don’t know, wants to try something the next time we hang out, I don’t want to look like a complete idiot!”

He refrains from letting a noticeable grimace take over his features; and washes away the unsettling feeling in his stomach with a nonchalant comment, “I doubt he’ll try anything on your first date.”

“But what if it’s not a date! People hang out just to hook up all the time.”

“I thought you wanted to date him?” Levi questions, but his it comes out as more of a deadpan statement.

“I do,” you answer, your response a little delayed and drawn out, “But, I wouldn’t mind just sleeping with him, either.”

“Bold statement from someone who’s never slept with anyone before.”

“Have I told you today that you’re an asshole?” you roll your eyes at him, “Come on, Levi, you know what it’s like to just want someone, but not want them, don’t you? You’ve had one night stands before.”

That’s true, Levi knows it, but it’s different. He wasn’t actively seeking advice from his friends about how to pursue and potentially please his one night stands because none of that mattered—well, the pleasing part, probably, but not the pursuit, or the feelings that came with it. Besides, Levi hasn’t felt the desire for any of that in a long time.

“That’s not the same,” he responds, trying to dismiss the muddy feelings crawling up his throat, “Look, if your Jean guy gets horny when you’re hanging out, just make out with him—make him jizz his pants or something.”

“That’s terrible advice,” you frown, “Plus, he’s probably done that with a million other girls.”

“Probably. Sex tends to repeat a few basic actions here and there.”

“For a psychology student, you sure are a terrible makeshift therapist, do you know that?”

“That’s not even the kind of psychology I study, never mind that I never asked to be your therapist.”

Levi takes great amusement in your huffing and the frustrated pout settling into your features, though he does his best to not let his own smile shine through. It’s probably futile; you can probably see through his facade, anyways.

“I just don’t want to bore him, Levi.”

Any trace of his smile vanishes as those words leave your mouth. Levi doesn’t retain much about this Jean guy you keep going on about, and he doesn’t care to in all honesty—but maybe if he did, he could understand why you’re so hellbent on pleasing the kid.

Levi doesn’t like it, not one single bit. His own feelings for you aside, he doesn’t like how Jean has managed to worm his way into your head and make you think that he’s deserving of any kind of affection from you, whether it be platonic, romantic, or sexual. Because he isn’t; Levi might not know him, but he knows that much. 

Still, he sympathizes with you. He understands the pressure of navigating dating and hookup culture, especially in a university setting; never mind the additional expectations set on you as a girl. It’s shitty, all of it; the stupid feelings, the sense of uncertainty, the dumb-ass college pricks. You shouldn’t have to deal with any of that. 

“You won’t,” is Levi’s simpler response, “Just don’t crush his dick in the process.”

“I wouldn’t do that, fuck you.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve never been the most coordinated person in the world,” he taunts, “If that’s what you came here today to ask me to help you with, it’s fine.”

“Really?—I mean, okay, I know we said that’s okay, and stuff, but I didn’t know if—well I don’t know what’s on the table or not? I do want to do that with you, but I also wanted to know if we could do… more? But I didn’t want to ask for too much and make you uncomfortable! Do we need a lesson-plan of sorts, because I can make—”

“You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Stalling,” Levi tells you, “You know, how when you get all nervous and ramble, then run out of breath or things to say, then get super quiet, and let the conversation die and be awkward again.”

You throw daggers his way with your eyes, and Levi has the audacity to smirk. “Forgive me, it’s not every day I ask my best friend if I can suck his dick for practice.”

“You can,” Levi replies, a little too nonchalant for the situation at hand, “If you want. I don’t mind. As for a lesson plan, that’s weird as shit, so don’t do that.”

“Really? I can?” you question again, an ironic child-like glimmer of joy in your eyes.

Levi chuckles lowly at your enthusiasm—your appreciation is so genuine, he finds it nothing short of adorable. And oddly enough, he’s a little turned on by it, too.

“Yeah,” he nods his head shallowly, “You can.”

You still have that gleam in your eyes, but Levi can feel the hesitation creeping up on you, and offers his guidance before he loses you to a shell of yourself. He shifts over to you just a bit, loosely holding your right wrist in his grip; holding eye-contact, he carefully pulls you up to stand in front of him.

“You can start,” he says, slowly tugging on your wrist, “By getting on your knees and taking off my pants.”

By the time he’s finished speaking, you’re already kneeling in front of him, and the sight is already enough to have Levi semi-hard in his pants; an almost embarrassed flush washing over his body as he comes to terms with the fact that he’s thought about this visual more times than he cares to ever admit.

You fumble with the zipper of his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers to pool around his ankles. Your actions are careful and calculated, but you seem comfortable—maybe not with your skills, but with Levi.

His eyes stay glued on you, when you finally hold his length with a single hand, the other resting hot on his thigh. He leans over again, this time to rest a comforting hand on the back of your neck, eager to wash away any remains of your nervous resolve.

“Start slow,” he instructs, feeling your thumb swipe along the head, “Just move your hand up and down a bit, like—ah, yeah, like that.”

You seem follow his words carefully, focusing on the way his dick jerks in your hand. Levi observes you carefully and mentally notes that while he’d have liked it, not making out with you before this was probably the right call—he’d probably have creamed his jeans before this could have begun.

“You can grip it harder,” he tells you. You listen, applying slightly more pressure to your grasp; and it makes Levi groan, short, but strangled, above you.

“Okay?” you question, the genuine concern in your voice enough to make Levi’s gaze soften.

“Yeah, that’s—you’re doing good,” he says, rubbing his thumb against the nape of your neck habitually, “Twist your hand a little when you go up, you can—fuck, okay, yeah, that, like that.”

You snap your head up to look at him when he lets a moan slip through; nothing but pure enthusiasm and satisfaction dancing in your eyes. Levi grits his teeth when you do it again, your thumb sliding over the tip when you reach the top of his dick, and, Christ, you’ve got to stop looking at him like that.

You work your way into a steady rhythm, letting Levi’s moans guide your movements. You feel him harden to full length under your touch; and when he does, you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist around the length and squeezing just a pinch harder at the tip, without instruction.

He watches through lidded eyes, using his thumb to press lightly into the back of your neck. You move your free hand from his thighs, eager to add it to the mix, but Levi freezes.

“Nuh uh,” he shakes his head.

It prompts you to stop your actions, tilt your head and look up at him, and Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so sinful. Your complete focus on him, neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling under your lashes; your position makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between.

“What—did I do something wrong?” you ask with wide and innocent eyes that make Levi feel bad for worrying you, yet send an erotic pulse throughout his body.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, fingers treading into the hair at your nape.

He’s setting himself up for failure, and he knows it, too—because, really, who agrees to teach a friend how to suck dick? Having you on your knees in front him, crane into his touch, and keen to all his desires, does nothing to mask the painful fire in the pit of his stomach.

It’s stupid to be this hungry, this possessive over you when he knows you come to him in hopes to learning how to please another man. But one, precious thought is enough to cloud over all of that, enough to put that sadistic smirk back on his face.

“You said you wanted to give me a blowjob, right?” he questions, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at the shallow nod of your head, “Okay. Open your mouth for me, yeah?”

He barely pushes the tip past your lips when your head dips forward, tongue peeking out to lick the very top. Levi sucks in sharp air between his teeth, relaxing into the couch when your head bobs further, enclosing the tip of his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse when his hardened cock rests against the velvet wet of your tongue, “That’s it—just keep going, like that.”

He watches intensely as your head bobs onto him. It’s hot and wet and so much more than he’d imagined it would be; and he’s not too shy to admit he’s imagined this with you. He moves his hand to brush away the flyaways of your hair, smoothing them back and tangling his fingers at the back of your head. He carefully guides your movements.

It’s slow and steady, and normally, it’d take him a while to cum like this, but with the visual of having you on your knees for him, Levi can feel a faint warmth of his orgasm already beginning to bubble inside of him.

“This is okay, right?” you pull back, a thin line of spit trailing from your mouth.

“Yes, yes,” he answers immediately, unaware of his tightening grasp on your hair.

With a shy smile, you continue, taking more of him this time and carefully gauging his reactions. You move your head further down, testing your own limits, until you feel like you’re choking. You pull back again, with an embarrassed cough.

“Don’t push yourself,” he says softly, rubbing soothing circles into your neck with his fingers, “Guys can’t actually tell the difference between a regular blowjob and being deep throated, no need to choke yourself.”

“Wait, really?” you ask, resting you bum against your heels.

“You seem so surprised.”

“That’s just so… disappointing,” you crinkle your nose, “Men and porn make deep-throating seem like the end all be all of giving head.”

Levi chuckles in genuine amusement, “Well, it’s not, trust me. If any guy insists on being deep-throated just to cum, he’s a fucking liar. He’s getting off on the submission, not the actual feeling.”

“The submission?”

“Getting someone to be willing to listen to them, telling them what to do, how to please them,” he shrugs, “Makes you feel like you’re in control.”

“And that… that works?”

“Yeah,” Levi says, “But, judging by the tone of your voice, and how willing you were to suck my dick three seconds ago, I’d say the idea of being dominant doesn’t really appeal to you.”

You scrunch your nose again, “Does it appeal to you?”

Levi pauses, thinking over his answer, before giving you a simple, “Yeah. Most of the time.”

“Oh,” you hum, “I… I don’t think I’d like that.  I think I’d rather be told what to do, seeing as I don’t really know what I’m doing, anyways.”

“Ironic, considering you’ve never once listened anything I tell you do.”

“I was listening when you told me how to suck your dick,” you correct him, “You seemed to enjoy that.”

Levi pauses with a raised eyebrow. You don’t seem to back down, that matter-of-fact smirk on your face still mocking him. He leans over slowly, using his right hand to guide your head closer to him, and uses his left hand to grab your jaw between his fingers.

“You can be such a fucking brat, you know that,” he all but whispers, pursing your lips together in his hold, “Since you like listening to me so much, then shut up, and we can finish what you started.”

You blink, staring at him with a wide-eyed expression. He’s right that under any other circumstance you’d probably run your mouth off about him telling you what to do. But something about the way he knows what he wants and tells how he wants it makes you listen without an argument.

You nod, slowly wrapping your lips around the tip again, and bobbing along his length. Levi’s breath hitches when you hollow your cheeks slightly, a rough hand pressing down on the back of your neck.

“You’re really—god, okay, you’re good at this, you know,” Levi praises you, letting his right hand resume its position at the back of your neck.

If you had any doubts before about being submissive, the look on Levi’s face seemed to have wiped them away. Watching him throw his head back, his fingers gripping at your nape, his cock in your mouth—pleasing him seemed to be enough to please you, too.

“I wanna make you cum, Levi,” you voice your thoughts, letting a hand lazily jerk him off in the mean time, “Tell me what I have to do to make you cum.”

“If you keep going, I’ll cum,” he answers too quickly, a groan slipping through his words, “Trust me.”

“Come on, Levi,” you push, rolling your thumb over the slit of his dick. It makes him inhale sharply; you’re getting a little too good at that; at all of this. “Can—I mean, do you wanna cum in my mouth?”

“Shit, shit. Don’t say shit like that,” he curses, blunt nails raking and scraping at your scalp, “You don’t have to—I can just—”

“I want you to,” you tell him earnestly, “Please?”

Fuck, he was pretty fucking certain he’d told you to stop saying shit like that. Levi bites the inside of his cheek, paces himself; uses both of his hands to hold your head gently, while you use yours to wrap around his cock.

He grunts with a shake, and rolls his hips up, pushing himself further into your mouth, but not so much as to hurt you. It’s soon after that hot strophes of cum wet your tongue, and Levi lets you lazily jerk him off until you’ve milked his orgasm.

The room is silent save for his low moans and the squeaking of his thighs against the leather couch. When he’s finished, he slouches back, looking at you through hooded eyes, sweaty and panting, when you close your mouth and swallow.

You use your fingers to collect any remaining cum from his softening cock, and hum contented as you put your fingers in your mouth. Levi locks eyes with you again, cheeks flushed as you pull your digits out of your mouth, and he has to grip at his own thigh to gain the self-control to not get hard again.

You’re going to be the fucking death of him some day.

He shakes his head when you move backwards with a cute smile and pulls his boxers up, then his pants as best his can, not bothering to zip them up. When he’s done, you stand to your feet then straddle him on the couch, laughing lowly at his post-orgasm haze.

He doesn’t think twice about the way your hands clasp at the back of his neck, or the way his find their way to rest on your hips. You grab ahold of his jaw with both hands, holding his face in place. He thinks you’re going to lean in, but you don’t; just stay like that, your eyes roaming his glassy eyes.

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me all day?” he questions, lips pulled into a knowing grin.

“Can I?” your question makes him frown in confusion, “Dunno, I heard some guys don’t like that after getting head.”

“Bunch a fuckin pussies,” he grumbles, leaning forward to close the gap between your mouths. He can feel you smile into it, and mimics your grin when you begin to press short, repeated kisses against his lips.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

He laughs when you continue to press quick kisses on his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You kiss him on the cheek, wet and dramatic. “Love you, Levi.”

Your face is right in front of his, but he averts his gaze, a different kind go warmth spreading throughout his chest when you flash a smile at him. He lets you kiss him again, longer this time, but still slow and sweet. He likes the feeling of you resting against him, affection lingering on your tongue when you kiss him.

It’s dangerous, but he likes the way you spark a fire in him. Sweet or sinful, it makes him feel boneless, wanted, loved.

Levi leans forward, rubbing his hands up your sides, and captures your lips in another languid kiss before pulling away to peck the corner of your mouth. “Love you, too.”

And he means it of course, but if Levi thought he had it bad before, he’s in deep shit now.

[howisavedtheworld]

there is no feeling better than this | tsukishima kei

genre: VERY FLUFFY, like hk tooth-rotting fluff, tsukishima kei x fem!reader, established relationship

warnings: curse words scattered in there somewhere, kei being a total simp for you and helping you bleach (dye??) your hair, other than that i cant think of much! just a really cute late nite moment

a/n: i havent posted in a while so hi its me again heres some fluff <3 fun fact: when i first watched haikyuu in like 2016, tsukki was my favorite character. also pls send requests im running out of scenarios to write abt with my pea brain 

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“fuck it, i’m dyeing it.” you announce to kei while soft sounds of morning birds travel through the living room window.

it was an impulse decision: granted, you were running on nothing but adrenaline, having spent the entire night surveying diy hair dye videos with your boyfriend by your side.

he stares at you, eyes skeptical before shaking his head.

“you know, you’ve said that a hundred times.”

“well, this time, i’m serious! and i’ll do it by myself!” you exclaim, walking over the bathroom where the various bottles of store-bought hair dye, bleach and developer are scattered. “in a little bit, you might not even recognize me. mark my words.”

he snorts from the living room couch. “well, if it looks ugly, i’m leaving you.”

you roll your eyes, sliding on a pair of latex gloves to mix the ammonia-scented chemicals together to lather on your head.

you’ll prove him wrong.

at least you thought you would.

20 minutes later, you sprint into the living room, eyes welling with tears of frustration. “kei, i need your help. i can’t see if i’m getting the bleach in the right spots in the back and it’s stressing me out. can you do it, please?”

“oh?” he blinks and pushes his frames up to the bridge of his nose, eyes narrowing.

“what happened to ‘i can do it by myself’?” he mocks you, although getting up to follow you back to the bathroom.

truth be told, tsukishima hates seeing you upset, especially if he can easily salvage the situation. whether it was helping you find the word that was on the tip of your tongue, or zipping up a dress that’d been frustrating you to no end, even if you ask him to fill in the unbleached spots in the back of your head after you previously claimed you could do it without him, he always obliges.

he may never admit it, but he loves the way you praise him afterwards, your lips curving upwards and uttering admiration, your eyes softening while you throw your arms around him in gratitude. he loves every second of it, and does everything he can to see you do it over and over again.

“well, i could do it by myself,” you jokingly lied. “but since you’re here and everything, you might as well give it a shot.”

he huffs, slipping on a pair of latex gloves and dipping the brush into the bowl of bleach.

“whatever.”

you bend your head to offer him better access, and he got a glimpse of you in the mirror.

you’re tapping your foot anxiously with your lip caught in your teeth, and his chest warms at the sight of you, all the nervous habits of yours that he’s familiar with, and all the trust you put in him to make things right again.

“this stuff smells like shit, y’know?” his nose scrunches before he applies the brush on a section.

“ugh, i know, right?” you laugh knowingly, your body slightly shaking under him. “but i’m gonna wash my hair after this.”

he lets out a hum, having always been obsessed with the scent of your shampoo, shoving his face into your hair whenever you hug him or lay on his chest.

“does it hurt?” he pauses, looking down at you. like he expected, your eyes are warm and the biggest smile appears on your face.

“no, no, i’m okay!” you quickly reassure him, pressing a soft hand on his thigh. 

these are the moments tsukishima can never forget: the version of yourself only he gets to see. how your eyes crinkle at the sides and you couldn’t even wipe the grin off your face if you wanted to. to know that he is the only one who can make you feel that way makes him love you all the more.

“done.” tsukishima quickly pulls the latex gloves off his fingers, disposing them in the garbage. his eyes follow you as you carefully wrap a plastic shower cap on your head to seal the bleach.

“alright, 30 minutes and i’ll put the color in.” you turn to face him, a loving smile on your face.

he raises an eyebrow. “what?”

“hmmm…nothing. just thinking about how i have the best boyfriend in the world.”

his cheeks turn a unmistakable shade of pink before he covers them with his lanky fingers, pushing up his frames again.

“oh, shutup.”

you grin, tugging on the fabric of his shirt to pull him towards you.

he almost gives in before he remembers and steps back. “you’re gonna get your bleach on my shirt.”

“shit, i forgot.” you nod before slightly pouting. “..so i can’t touch you for 30 minutes?”

he furrows his brows before slouching to meet your eyes. your eyes widen and he chuckles at the way you bashfully respond to him even after months of dating. 

“nah. i think i can fix that.” he says before pressing his lips on yours softly, feeling you smile against him.

he’s sure that there is no feeling better than this. 

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i want to start off by saying i love your writing!!<3 can you do 128, 140, 143, 144 with a dom harry? thank you so muchh!

128. “Don’t tempt me.”

140. “I told you to stay still.”

143. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop.”

144. “I want it to hurt.”

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“Do you think you’re fucking funny? Touching me like that in public, huh?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, his fingers squeezing very tightly as you swallowed and tried to apologise to him. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

You tried to speak again but his fingers were squeezing your throat too hard to say anything. “Didn’t think so. You know you’re not allowed to touch me like that in public, but you did it anyway. Did you do it on purpose? What did you want?”

He slightly let go of your throat so you could catch your breath and respond. “I just really wanted to touch you Harry. I want it to hurt. Wanted it to hurt tonight.”

“Don’t tempt me. You know I’ll fucking hurt you if you ask.”

“I’m asking you to hurt me right now. Please can you hurt me?” He bit his lip and moved his hand to the side of your face, leaning in and kissing you sweetly. “Please be rougher with me.” You mumbled against his lips and his hand slipped down to your hip, holding it.

He tasted like mint, and a bit of...alcohol? I wasn’t focusing on exactly what he was drinking, just his body...He thought you tasted like whatever sweet drink you’d been having sips of tonight, he noticed you weren’t drinking much tonight and now he knew why.

His hand on your hip started to drift to the left, getting closer and closer...you wore a skirt tonight, planned on bending over in front of him when he was the only one who could see what you chose to wear underneath. Nothing.

His kisses moved down to your neck and he sucked your skin between his lips, running his hands up and down your sides as he did so. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. Now, shutup and be a good girl for me since you couldn’t do it before.”

A shiver was sent up your spine at the thought of what he was going to do to you, your thoughts were consumed by things what he’s going to do next to you.

“‘S that you listening now? Shutting up when I ask you to?” He grabbed your chin and made sure you were looking in his eyes the same way he was looking in yours. He leaned down again and kissed you more roughly, almost immediately trying to move his tongue past your lips.

His hips pressed down against yours and you felt the pent up frustration that was making an appearance in his jeans. He wasnt moving his hips but it still felt good to have him pressed right up against you, letting you feel everything he has to offer without using your hands.

You bucked your hips up and he rewarded you with a sweet little moan against your lips, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation about how the night was going to go. He couldn’t say he wasn’t excited too, you’d asked him to be rough and hard with you. He couldn’t wait.

You felt his hips start to slightly grind against you, at some point he’d flipped your skirt up, you were probably too distracted to notice, and now he was rubbing himself against your underwear like nothing in the world could satisfy him more.

Everytime he shifted his hips up he rubbed himself against your clit and it felt fucking amazing. “Harry...” You moaned quietly against his lips, his tongue moving itself out of your mouth so that he could move his lips to your jawline.

“Am I making you feel good, baby? Hm?” You lifted your hips up against his and he bit your skin slightly. “Stay still.”

“‘M sorry.” His tongue soothed over the bite mark he left just below your jaw. You felt Harry’s hands move towards your breasts, squeezing them through the thin material of the shirt you’d decided to wear.

“You’re so hot. Had such a hard time keeping my hands to myself when I realised you had nothing on under your shirt. I know you planned all this beforehand but I don’t even care anymore, just need to fuck you and I don’t care for the reasons why.” His right hand keep going down your body until it was just at the spot you’d been hoping he’d venture to all day, his fingers swiping through your folds and getting his fingers wet. “Holy fuck...you’re so wet.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Better have been...” His two fingers moved into you and he quickened the pace really fast, he was giving no mercy tonight. “So wet, don’t even have to try to get my fingers in. I get you this wet, don’t I?”

“Yeah, you get me this wet!” He kissed you again and kept moving at his merciless pace with his fingers, his tongue slipping into your mouth again and moving with yours. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel. Fucking scream it. Bet you taste so sweet, but I’ll have to find out after we’re done with this.” His thumb pressed against your clit and you cried out his name, watching his lips start to form a wicked grin. “Yeah, fucking say my name like it’s the only word you know.”

Everytime his fingers move in and out of you his thumb rubbed your clit and it was fucking heavenly. You were sure no one on earth could make you feel better than Harry does every single time. Correction, in the universe. He just his best to please you constantly whether it be sexually or not, he always did his best.

Last week, he woke you up to a beautifully made breakfast in bed and a day in. You spent the whole day cuddling, kissing, eating and watching trashy TV, you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

“Bet you felt like you had so much power, teasing me like that when I couldn’t do anything about it. You fucking know I’m in charge yet decided you’d do it anyway.” Your eyes focused on him, the sweat on his forehead and the ditermination in his eyes. He had his bottom lip bottom lip and he was entirely focused on you and making you feel good.

You felt the pleaure starting to get more intense, you knew you weren’t lasting much longer. Harry’s fingers curled up and you tightened around him, his smirk growing more as he felt it. “You gonna cum?”

“Yeah!” He slowed his fingers down then pulled them out of you, licking his fingers as you whined in protest. “Why’d you do that?”

“You don’t deserve to cum yet. Move up and stay on your back.” You shuffled back until your head was on your pillow and Harry got in between your legs on his stomach, immediately dipping his head down and running his tongue through your wetness.

“Fuck!” You had a feeling you were going to be edged a few times tonight but as long as you got to cum at least once you didn’t really care. His tongue moved up and down between your slit and your eyes just about rolled into the back of your head, your hands moving to grip his hair like a vice. “Oh shit!”

You bucked your hips up and he roughly pushed them back down. “Stay still for me.” He mumbled and flicked his tongue against your clit then dipping it into your enterance. You grinded your hips slightly against his mouth and he gripped your hips, his fingers pressing harshly into your skin and pulling his face back. “I told you to stay still.”

“‘M so sorry, just don’t stop...please?” He kissed around your stomach and you thought maybe he was going to start using his tongue again but his kisses started moving up your body and you huffed.

“If you were a good girl and listened to me the first time I would’ve kept going. Guess I’ll need to try something else.” You felt his fingers touch your clit and you jumped a little in suprise. “Not what I’d prefer doing to making you cum on my tongue but it’s still something.”

His fingers rubbed your clit in soft circles, his eyes scanning down your body and stopping at your shirt. “Sit up and take your shirt off.” You grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted yourself up, your eyes shifting from his to the ceiling as you lifted your shirt over your head, Harry was practically drooling when he saw you without your bra on. “You didn’t wear a bra or underwear? Easier for me.”

“Alright, lay down again then.” You pursed your lips and shook his head, his eyebrows raising and his mouth dropping in shock when you denied him. “Excuse me? Are you fucking saying no to me again? Disobeying me again?” He moved his hands away from you and stood up. “Don’t think you even deserve to be touched by me anymore. You’re so fucking bad.”

“I just wanted to be able to watch what you were doing. Please come back.” You spread your legs and he looked down for a split second then turned away from you, heading towards your door.

“Please don’t leave.” Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence and when he turned around, he spotted the tears in your eyes and he rushed over. “Don’t leave me...”

“I’m not, why would you think that? I’m never leaving, lay down and I’ll stay and take care of you. Okay?” You clung onto him and pulled him closer, you fell back and he fell on top of you. You had your eyes squeezed shut and you felt Harry place a soft kiss on your cheek. “‘M not going to leave you...”

“I know, so many people have left me so I just get worried sometimes and I didn’t know if you were leaving or not-“ You rambled and stopped yourself before you got too emotional, a single tear fell down your cheek and you sniffled. Harry liftex himself up above you and kissed the tear on your cheek, frowning at your emotional state.

“We’re in a proper relationship, would never dream of just leaving you like that. I fucking love you baby. Stop crying, yeah?” You cried harder from how sweet he was and he coo’d at you, stroking your cheek. “Love, you don’t need to be upset anymore. I’m staying.”

“I’m not upset just...you’re too sweet. I don’t want to stop, want to have sex...just maybe slow right now. I’m too emotional for things like choking right now.”

“Okay, I can do that. Please just stop crying while I take ‘m clothes off.” He kissed your forehead and stood up. You looked up at the ceiling and tried to stop your tears as he got his clothes off of him.

“Darling?” You must have been too caught up in focusing on stopping crying to notice that he was above you again. “You better now? Feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’ve stopped crying. Just, put it in before I cry again.” He laughed slightly and kissed you as he pushed into you. His mouth stilled against yours when he pushed in, letting out one heavy breath then moving his head to your neck. “Even when I thought you were leaving me you still please me.”

“Never leaving.” You moved your arms around his waist and pulled him down so he could rest his weight on you. “Love, I’m heavy. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t really care, just keep going.” He moved his hips again until his pelvis was pressed right against you and he was fully in, you could hear his breath waver. He pulled back a little and moved back into you, keeping a slow pace.

“I need to get up so I can make you cum-“ He tried to hold himself up above you but you pulled him back down onto you and he let out a little ‘oof’ but laughed after. “Not gonna let me up?”

“Just keep close to me, don’t care about anything else except you right now.”

“You need to stop before I get emotional.”

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[kyyuri]

not what it seems || part one

senior !hwang hyunjin x junior !female y/n

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warnings: might have grammatical mistakes

word count: 730 words

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it was no surprise you fell for hyunjin. he was the definition of perfect. tall, handsome, smart, etc. him being a student councillor could only make him even more attractive. however, much to your disappointment, he was a graduating senior and you were merely just a senior with the age gap of a year. due to this unfortunate circumstances, your crush on him would lead to a horrible ending, knowing that he will graduate first and you, a year later.

“y/n !” he waved to you when he saw you and your friend walking with heavy footsteps down the dreaded halls. you waved back, trying your best to not look like a fool. it was merely just waving, so why are you so worried ? “oooooh~ you guys would look so cute together~” your friend cooed. ever since she found out about your massive crush on the senior, she wouldn’t stop bothering you over your slightest interactions with him. it was a horrible idea to let her know about them but then again she was the only person you could simp about him to. “s...shutup...” you muttered, clearly still flustered over the previous interaction you had. “it’s... not like he likes me anyways... i’ll forever be his junior in his eyes and nothing more. stop overthinking it...”

“whyyyyy?” she whined. “im not going to confess anyways. there’s literally no point. besides, he is graduating this year. theres nothing i can do about that. i just wish i was older. just by a year. it wouldn’t hurt right?” you sighed. fate was clearly messing with you. why make you fall for him when you can’t even see him half of the time? he would be in his class, a level right below yours and you couldn’t even see him during break time either so what was the point? however, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that it wouldnt work, your heart just began to find more ways to “coincidentally” run into him. whether it was after school, or on your way to another class, it didnt matter. the only painful part about this is seeing him with another girl. oh how you longed to be the one he talked to instead. how you longed to be the one laughing at his jokes. “the girls are pretty... they’re tall, skinny and smart too...” you muttered to yourself. unlike them, insecurities were all you had.

maybe it was because you were jealous. or maybe it was because you didnt know how to react. but as days go by, your interaction with him started to decrease, even if you occasionally run into him. it would just be a stare down between the two of you, neither speaking up. to him, your eyes still held the same sparkle. sparkles that convinced him that perhaps you weren’t as troubled as last time. but his eyes looked empty. you weren’t sure what you were expecting anyways. it wasnt like he liked you... right ? after a quick stare down, you headed for your monthly morning meeting with the rest of the councillors. something you dreaded immensely. it wasnt quite the same without him.

“thinking about him?” your friend bugged you. the silence was enough to confirm that she was indeed right. “whats up?” “he stopped waving to me...” “maybe he was waiting for YOU to wave to him first.” “maybe... but i always blank out when i see him though...” you sighed. was having a crush always this hard? “well what are you going to do then? you have barely have a year left before he leaves for good and we still have a year of hell left before we can leave.” as much as it sucked, she was right. “i-im... probably not going to anything... i’ll just... let him go ...? he’s not mine to begin with anyways...” you slowly packed your bags. today had been a rough day for you and theres was only one thing that could turn this whole day around. or perhaps one person. you bid your friend goodbye and slowly dragged yourself out of the classroom. today might have been bad but you were sure tomorrow would be even worse.

and just like the other days, you ran into him again. but this only reminded you, you only have...

120 days left before he leaves the school forever...

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[lunaticsandidiots]

rick flag <3 for the send in a character

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favourite thing about them: his tits. no no, for real though - his loyalty. flag’s the kinda guy who isn’t too good with his words when it comes to expressing love and admiration, but you can bet that he expresses it tenfold with his actions. the kind of lover/friend that would take a bullet for you without a speck of hesitation or regret.

least favourite thing about them: his altruism? not all of it, not even the majority of it, but just when it means he’s put in harm’s way. one of those people that, even if everyone around him is begging him not to, offering to find a solution that doesn’t involve sacrifice, he’d do it anyway and throw himself into the fire if it meant that he was doing the right thing ‘the right way’.

favourite line: there’s 2 very silly ones i refuse to choose between

“lady SHUTUP” (it’s funny and it’s hot ok)

“… good to know…”

brOTP: rick flag & captain boomerang. mainly because in my suicide squad RP server, they are best buds. my silly strong little dudes drinking beers and smoking cigs <3

OTP: (this ask game is really calling me out on my proclivity for crackships/rarepairs huh…) rick flag x blackguard 😭 once again this one’s on the RP server. sensible, straightlaced, military man flag and goofy, hot mess goblin boy blackguard. don’t ask me why it works but it just does.

nOTP: honestly i really can’t think of anyone. rick is a fine piece of man of whom anyone would be lucky to take a chomp out of. plus i do like the HC that he is a little bit of a whore (affectionate)

random headcanon: rick flag is southern. i don’t care if the wiki says he was born and raised in DC. i don’t care if rick flag himself says he was born and raised in DC. he is my southern boy, he is my cowboy, he is my little yeehaw fellow.

unpopular opinion: this is honestly more of an ‘unpopular’ peacemaker opinion but flag is heavily involved, but i really do love peacemaker. he’s my funny little guy he is my silly little dude he is my insane little unfixable dumbass himbo meowmeow and i know he killed flag but i literally just cannot muster the strength to resent him. i’m sorry flag stans i promise i do rly love the colonel sm i just can’t stay away from insane men

song i associate with them: I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash (could you imagine slow dancing to this with him? or hearing him ever-so-faintly hum it under his breath as he’s driving or cooking?)

favourite picture of them:

the way his tiddies bounce i’m losing my marbles

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[m4lancholia]

DEAR EDDIE MUNSON FAN-FIC/SMUT WRITERS

i have some cute little quips for ya'll because i have no time to write a fic of my own that includes these..aha color coding and for the NSFW ones of course -eddie taking off y/n shirt and both of them unknowingly have matching tattoos -he only likes spaghetti-o's with the little meatballs in them but will eat the plain kind if y/n makes them - flipping the middle finger at each other as a type of flirting because y/n and eddie are equally cocky - he likes kiss *the band* but will never admit it until y/n catches him listening to it -y/n and eddie both wear rings and one of yours was becoming tarnished cause it cheap so you put it on a piece of string *which is more like a band from an old tshirt* and give it to him - couldnt find his handcuffs so he ties y/n's wrists with his bandana he keeps in his back pocket after that he carries it around like its his pride and joy - y/n begs him to go stargazing on his roof but he cant stop staring at you "you look so beautiful in the moonlight" -talking to y/n at ungodly hours through both of your walkie-talkies *its often about DND and how excited he is to see you at school tomorrow* you can hear the smiling in his voice *heavy NSFW for this one lol* - he absolutely wrecks y/n before DND and he lets you sit in his dungeon master throne cause your legs are shaking *he chuckles every couple minutes at the sight of you there* - will let y/n put flowers in his hair but only where he can see them because hes scared of bees - absolutely adores when y/n does cigarette kisses with him *its where you light the other persons cigarette in their mouth with your already lit cigarette - laughing his ass off as y/n chokes pathetically on the bong - y/n tells him to shutup alot because hes always so flirty and y/n gets flustered so easy, so basically eddie will go on this kinda rampage on how he loves you so much, naming every single thing about you he could and he stops for a second and stares at y/n "i think you should make me shut up now.." as y/n goes for a kiss - y/n fixing their eyeliner or mascara in the car as eddie drives recklessly y/n: you're messing up my makeup hun eddie: wouldn't be the first time, actually i remember telling you how pretty you looked with all the liner down yo- y/n: shhhh.... - he's great with aftercare and will do anything is his power to make y/n feel comfortable after such as -running a bath -making dinosaur chicken nuggets *they're burnt a little* and plating them so nicely and so professionally he bends over and gives them to y/n sarcastically saying "my liege" -asks you to please leave extra pairs of clothes in his trailer not that he doesnt love lending you his shirts from time to time he just wants to make sure you're looking your best plus its always good incase of emergencies - he will RUN to the kitchen to get you a glass of water before anything else - he knows smoking is bad yet does it anyways and will only give you a cig if you're as equally cocky as him or if you ask so so so nicely puppy dog eyes and all - y/n asking a bunch of questions about the horror movie he's watching, like what its about, whats the killers motive, why does he have knives for hands ect all while in eddies arms alot of the time he just responds with "good question..." then after a couple seconds of silence he'll grab your hips quickly and make a funny noise to scare you, spoiler alert it always works but that's it for now sure i'll think of many more considering this man is on my mind wayyyy to much

[beann-e]

Arranged Marriages With Stoic Guys

female pronouns used for this one !

“ y/n you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to “

“ are you stupid of course I have to “ you snapped at your father who stood hovering over you a slight smirk on his face “ eh thought you’d want to hear what you wanna hear “

you scoffed trying to push his arm off your shoulders this was all stupid you didn’t want to do any of this

“ honestly i’m doing what’s best for you y/n you need this — we need this “ he sighed “ I mean don’t you want to help your family and yourself think about how well set up you’ll be “his eyes went stone on yours “ you need this “

you flinched at the way his sureness slipped into his tone there was no way you were gonna get out of this “ no you need this there is no we right now “

his face hardened as he held out his arm for you to grab “ shut up and grab my arm “

“ i’m not going out there with you “

“ yes “ his voice was threatening and quiet “ you are “

“ I said im no— “

“ look you’ve been weighing this family down for years yet, we’ve said nothing— and now you finally have the chance to help us — to show you belong in this world and you won’t ? are you serious “

His face flew up into a look of annoyance “ you have no other purpose than to help us that is why you were born to be shoved into a family rich enough to secure your own and your families needs and now you mean to tell me you don’t want to do what you were created for “

your mouth snapped shut at his claims

“ are you that disgusting that you can’t even help your family “

you felt your body go cold as he continued to press into you

“ you preach how we’re the bad people yet you do evil shit like this“

he scoffed looking down on you “ i feel nothing but pure disgust to even have to go out there and call you my daughter “

he shook his head in disappointment before putting his arm out for you to grab again “ grab it “ his voice raised “ and you better go out there and put on that glorious look of innocence his father liked “

you gulped as he directed you quickly out the doors and draped the piece of fabric that you wore on your head. Placing it over your eyes and walking you down the aisle that had been so beautifully decorated

you were suppose to be getting married today not that you wanted to but, you had to.

you were the only girl in a family full of knuckle headed boys who just weren’t smart enough for an arranged marriage.

This was your fourth time being close enough to being married off though you hated the other 2 there was one that stuck out to you and that was number three

Your third boyfriend was one your family never liked they saw him as disgusting, vile, and too dirty with his language.

To you he was caring and open and rarely ever talked too harshly to you as long as you managed to never piss him off. You were happy with him and he was the only one you could ever see yourself settling down with until he told you He would take care of you and only you.

That was the nail in the coffin when you brought him over to dinner one night and out of the blue he spoke loudly so everyone could hear him “ look — with this whole marriage thing when I do marry your shitty daughter “

his eyes coming over to look at you and sending a look of reassurance your way making sure you knew he didn’t mean it. Them falling back to look at everyone around the dinner table who moved comfortably in their seats not caring how he talked to you as long as they would get to live lavish

“ i’m not taking care of you guys “ he scooped up the leftover food on his plate “ i’m only going out of the way for her and her only — the rest of you are on your own “

he shoveled the food in his mouth speaking carefully and making sure to watch his words knowing how serious he had to be with them in order for him to be heard by your parents “ you guys are using her for money and I don’t like that i’m not taking care of shitty parents and two brothers who act like they can’t even tell me how to spell yen “

him laughing and turning to your eldest brother a small smile on his face “ hey jerk face “

“ uh huh “ your brothers body wiggled in excitement to be acknowledged “ what’s up “

“ spell yen for me real quick “

“ babe don—“

“ shutup needa prove a point for your asshole parents “

“ hmmm “ your brother thought out loud as your other one jumped in the conversation “ hey dude what’s yen anyways “

your boyfriends mouth flying open as he slammed his hand on the table “ actually scratch that — i’m gonna pay for them both to go to elementary school and be two tall ass bodyguards that talk and say dumb shit like this to scare the kids into learning “

he pushed himself out of his chair kissing you softly before leaving the room. The door slamming as your father followed him anger swirling off his body at not only your boyfriends attitude for not wanting to help them but for coming in his house and making a fool of his family

you never got any of what your third boyfriend promised because he never got the opportunity to come back and your father made sure to have you cut off all contact with him.

So lucky you

free wedding , new guy

“ smile “ you felt your face do what you were told immediately as your feet shuffled down the aisle anyone could tell this was painful or at least anyone who actually knew you and not the 100 paid citizens of japan who sat in your wedding chairs

The guy you were marrying is a hero so, you can see how easy this is for him to pay for. He had to keep this little ordeal in the papers but only so, his father could stay relevant or at least that’s how they explained it to you no one explained that this was your e—

“ y/n“ your fathers voice was sharp “ take his hand“ you blinked finally realizing you were at the end of the carefully laid out carpet “ pay attention don’t make us look stupid “

you smiled carefully at the male before you dragged your foot stepping up and using his outstretched hand across from you “ thank—thank you “

it was silent which you immediately understood you knew he felt no need to talk to you ‘ maybe he’s not that into talking in public maybe he’s a private kind of person ‘

yeah he was so private that he said nothing but his I do’s and his occasional mhmm’s when you tried to get to know him with this continuing all night you never got to. This was all set up between his father and your own. you and him had no knowledge you were getting married today from what your father told you

“ so how— how is hero work “ you questioned as you two sat in the busy hall waiting for the doors to open up to allow people outside into the courtyard for pictures “ I hear you are one — a hero I mean “

you looked up to him as he faced forward his mouth making no attempt to move “ what really no it’s that hard ? “ you looked off speaking to yourself “ wouldnt think hero work could ever be hard“

“ did i just witness you ask and answer your own question “

your body shook as you felt heat rise up in your body your temperature high hands starting to feel sweaty “ oh uh “

“ if we have to get you checked for mental health problems i’d like to do so early “ he never broke his gaze from in front of him even when the doors opened “ I do not want to wake up with a knife to my chest or walk in on you talking to your imaginary friend after work “

you face dropped you understanding you were getting no where in communication with this man. You grabbed his outstretched hand and let him weave you carefully through the many people you didn’t know finally he stopped only to grip your hand tightly “ don’t move and wait quietly please“

you nodded your head as you watched him talk to the photographer guessing they were discussing where you were gonna take your pictures

“ hello there y/n “ you heard a booming voice say turning around only to bump square into a hard chest

“ or should I say daughter in law “ his voice scared you it was something about the way he was so sure of himself something felt wrong here

“ oh um do I— I know you “

“ of course you do “ he pointed to your new husband smiling “ you married my son an hour ago “

you shook your head uncomfortable with being left alone with now not only one person you didn’t know but also two plus a room full of people you couldn’t even name “ excuse me if I seem a bit “

“— lost , ditzy, bimbo like “

“ w-what bimbo? excuse me “

“ it’s ok as long as your quirk is as good as your father tells me I am fine with your intelligence level not being up to par my son is fully equipped with the knowledge to take care of a woman and provide like a man should “

“ I-“ you thought for a moment deciding on if you should go all out on the male that stood before you retracting into yourself when you thought of your father

“ oh y/n i know — it’s the bimbo tendencies? yeah here i’ll make it easier for you is there something you wanted to say“

you flinched at the statement smiling and presenting yourself happily as he smirked down on you ‘ he knows what hes doing ‘

“ no no nothing at all “ you said feeling his large hand pat you on your back “ good girl— get over there my sons kinda dense when it comes to talking to people “

you smiled to hold all the hostility in your voice “ yes i’ve seen so much of his density in our one hour together I find myself wondering how he can provide for me without proper communication skills “

the males eyebrow raising at your ability to speak back to an elder “ hmm he suffers with interaction due to lack of affection— childhood trauma as people your age like to say “

his smile tight and not fully reaching his ears “ I do expect that you’ll show him the proper amount of affection no matter if you got dragged into this or not “

you turned on your heel leaving the annoyed male to his own thoughts your hands coming up to interlock over your new ‘husbands’ shoulders “ hi shoto “

he bristled at your touch his shoulder moving to drop your hands as he pretended to stretch his arm in a small circle side eyeing you carefully alerting you to not touch him without permission again before he turned back to the male in front of him voice low “ I do not understand why I cannot take the photos the way I want to “

“ your father sai— “

“ their my spouse ? “ he was direct with everything he said “ it’s my wedding “

you could feel the questioning in every word he said voice low almost threatening the male in front of you “are you going to believe a 90 year old geezer who just found out beating kids is wrong or are you going to believe your beloved pro hero ? “

you could hear the teasing he held at the very end that even made you want to move just as fast as the photographer in front of you and follow after him

“ how do you want to take the photos y/n “ Shotos eyes looked down on you expectedly as you shook your head in confusion ‘ how did I end up picking our poses he wanted to change the generic one that was preplanned‘

you looked into his face as his eyes morphed into a look you couldn’t quite figure out “ i’m guessing you did this for me ? “

he shook his head slightly “ oh so you thought I would want something different from the basic ph— ok um “ you smiled as you turned to the front “ can we just do a um — maybe a hug but he hugs my waist that’s always a pretty marriage picture “

you moved to look back at him as the photographer agreed shoto moving carefully to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist hesitantly “ you can — it’s ok “ you felt as his shaky arms snaked around and sat in the spot that you guided them to your arms moving over them as your hands tried to soothe his jumpy ones

“ hey calm down “ you laughed “ just a picture — not me waging war on you family “

he looked down on your smiling face his own going through so many emotions not able to tell which one he wanted to show “ at least not the rest of them — your father maybe “ he watched as you turned back around the camera clicking as a genuine look of interest for you passed over his face

“ do you guys want to take another one “

“ um I think we’re good he doesn’t um— he doesn’t seem like a photo- e guy and i’m not very photogenic “

the photographer shook his head in understanding letting out a sigh of relief that he held as you moved to walk off your husbands grip tightening on you “ hey I — you can let go now sh— “

“ do you remember earlier “ he questioned “ when I told you to stay put “

your body flamed as you knew you’d done something wrong immediately feeling like you should try to defend yourself

“ why did you walk off “ his eyebrows furrowed “ how — why did you disobey orders “

“ I just—- I didn’t — your father— he — he came up and he— “

“ either way you didn’t listen you moved from the spot I placed you in” his eyes were staring holes into yours daggers really “so no matter who spoke to you — you were in the wrong “

“ I — it’s my body I can move “

“ yes you can in the spot I placed you “

“ I don’t even know you I don’t have t— “

“ that’s how it works “ his voice roared looking to the ground eyebrows furrowed as he was trying so desperately to understand you “ that is how it works in a marriage you listen to me —when I tell you to do something you do it and when I tel— “

“ no it’s not what — I” your face made up in confusion “ who told you these things —- this is ? i’m not a kid I am your wife now—we’re on two equal playing fiel— “

“ no “ you gnawed at your lip as he waited for a rebuttal seeing as though you had been answering him back after everything he said standing up straighter when he seen your tightly closed mouth “ i’m done with this argument I was just curious of something and you answered it “ he unwrapped himself from your body and turned to leave tugging at his suit

you not knowing wether to follow him or leave him be choosing the first option when he turned over his shoulder and stopped his movement

voice coming out short you were so confused with your new ‘husbands’ behavior he expected almost everything from you as if you could read his mind without words “ sorry — sorry “

he shook his head in understanding as he went to get his car from the valet opening the door for you as he opened his own getting in and setting himself up properly for a nice drive

your back hitting the seat hard when he took off your mind racing thinking this may be punishment for your words and anger towards him earlier.

‘ maybe he’s gonna play fast and furious while i’m In the car to get me to shut up ‘

“ I do not intend to scare you if that is what you are thinking “

he looked into his side mirror as he got over into another lane “ but I do intend to build structure where I see there is none “

you knew you should be quiet right now is not the time to fight for your rights in this new relationship not when he was driving like he’d never heard of a car accident

“ and I am not sure about you but I do feel right now is the best time to set that in place seeing as though I don’t know you and I doubt you even want to know me “

he waited on your answer “ when I stop talking that signifies you may speak “

“ sorry yes— no I do want—want to know you “

“ that’s interesting “ he sat back in the drivers seat as he eyed the road carefully slowing down a bit when taking in your answer “ i’d like to think that we were both forced into this “

“ ye-“

“ but that is simply not true “

your eyes refused to blink “ neither of us were “ he slowed the car down even more as he pulled into an underground parking garage “ you were handpicked by myself because I was asked to find a spouse to spark some uproar in the headlines or else i’d lose my title of number three hero and I am not too keen on giving that up right now with my father being number four and only living to climb the ranks “

he turned his car off as he turned to you “ i do not want to give him that enjoyment— “ he sighed “ you are not necessarily wanted nor needed— the only thing I can ask of you is to uphold this facade out there and i will give you and your family— everything i originally signed to in the contract“

he opened his car door as he stood fixing his suit again “ in here — my house you either follow my set of rules or you will be asked to leave and id honestly hate to ask you to leave “

you heart fluttered so he was interested in you

“ because then i’d have to talk to the media and I do hate when they ask me questions they have the material to supply themselves an answer with “

you heard the slam of the car door as you got out yourself hearing the two beeps from his car when locking it following him up the stairs as your eyes blinked several times

no

no no

no

you followed him up the elevator images flashing In your mind as you looked to the buttons remembering the number all too clear as he stepped out and onto the floor opening the door to the pent house your sweaty hands fiddling with the bottom half of your dress

“ shoto”

“ todoroki inside please my love — also “ he moved to his kitchen stripping off his jacket “ baby goes for me —my love goes for you in or out I don’t care — but do not overuse it — you will only annoy me “

you smiled softly trying to rush to ask your overwhelming question that was buzzing around inyour mind “ baby do you um— by any chance do you happen to have a rooma — “

“ who the fuck left the door open “ you heard the voice your ears had missed so much your body wanting to drop to the floor after hearing it “ shitty icy hot always coming in places and just leaving shit open— it’s like you don’t even know privacy “

“ well that is true I have never been awarded such thing as privacy I was off throwing up on tile after a long hard restless day of beatings “

“tch always so quick to spill your shitty trauma — wheres the bitch you set yourself up to marry “ he scoffed as you heard him nearing the kitchen “ marry for hire I mean “

shoto nodded as if the male could see it closing his fridge making his way over to you pushing you to follow him towards the loud deep voice “ she’s here actually though she’s going to be busy in a moment — you’ll have some time to meet her afterwards I promise “

“ god — if it goes on all night I swear — still can’t believe you hired some weird bitch to marry you and the whor—holy fuck “

Your eyes rose to meet his as you saw the tall blond drop his grenades he held in his gloved hands the loud clang echoing throughout the house “ my god I do ask bakugou if we’re going to stay together due to the department , that you do watch how you mess up our house , you have free range to destroy anything you want inside your own room “

“ shut —shut the fuck up ice tray“ his eyes narrowed on yours as he pointed at you “ this is the — the bitch you went to marry today — the one you picked out “

“ yes — I — is there a problem “ shoto turned to look you up and down “ though I did suspect some mental health challenges earlier i’m sure you can’t notice them up front right “

bakugous body shivered as he took a step back from you his body prepared to run

“ bakugou i’ve never seen you this “ your grip tightened on your dress pulling it up in the back hand dipping low to grab at your cell phone knowing you would have to call for help if he decided to be the bakugou you knew and kill you your ears listening closely as shoto spoke “ this afraid it’s quite eventful “

“ you— you dumbass “ he kept his eyes on you “ get the fuck out this isn’t the place for you— go back to your run down shitty cottage or something “

shoto stood confused as bakugou ran to grab you his hand tight on your arm his body stopping eyes made up in sadness face dropping as he felt himself wanting to scream and cry all at the same time. Hand only gripping harder onto your figure

“ what is the meaning of this —- I find this disgustingly rude — bakugou “

he shook his head eyes dropping to the floor your heart breaking he won’t even look at you that’s how bad your father screwed things up for you

Him pushing you away from him and towards the door as he spoke low hurt and pain ripping through his voice “ she’s gotta go “ his body moving to walk away “ now “ he screamed “ unmarry her or some shit—I don’t wanna see that bitch when I come back out here “

“ katsu— “

“ don’t you dare say my name not like that not with tears in your fucking eyes and sounding all sad and shit the last time you said it was the best time dont make me forget that shit “

your body shook in fear as his eyes weighed heavy on you shotos voice pouring out “ god bakugou please what are you saying your just being a bit of an— excuse my language my love but an — asshole aren’t you ? “

his body stalling when he thought back to a few moments ago “ wait how — how do you know his name “

your heart broke as you looked between the two men.

Just your luck that you would have to choose between a man who would most likely give you nothing but pure gentle love and supply your family the same only for one small thing in return or one that you missed so much every night you went to sleep

then again you would have no choice but to be married to someone that you’d already signed away your life to in a binding contract that stated your family and yourself would be very well taken care of and who were you to choose love over protection ?

[troublesometrollhunters]

Human s/o trying to court Aaarrrgghh and Draal (separately) the troll way for valentines day even though they're small

Aarrrgh

Humming as you harvest the crystals you'd been growing you hang them from a thick chain. Smiling at the finsihed project you head to Trollmarket.

Being human you couldn't exactly take crystals off yourself so you'd spent ages growing some of your own. You'd loved Aarrrgh for some time now and whenever you were around him you wanted to tell him your feelings but it always seemed like the wrong time. With the looming threat of Bular, Vendel being unkind to Jim, then there was the ongoing mess with Gunmar, and finally Ursunas plots to try and steal your mate away... it had been difficult to find a time to tell him the truth.

Holding the necklace close you smile as you approach the library. Today was the day. Getting courage from Valentine's and feeling the time was right you sign.

"Blinkous? Aarrrgh?" As you step into the warm space away from the cold of Trollmarket you hum feeling Heartstone energy wash over you. Gaining a new sense of self confidence, you grip the necklace knowing Aarrrgh will return your feelings.

"Back here!" Blinky calls and you follow the sound of his voice. Pushing aside a curtain you find the two trolls reading. Well Blinky was reading Aarrrgh was laying near Blinky getting scratches as he laid down listening.

"... Hey Aarrrgh. Blinkous." You greet smiling. Blinky waves putting his book down on his lap while Aarrrgh looks up. "Uhhhh Aarrrgh I wanted to ask you something." Getting up he chuffs before nuzzling you in greeting.

Feeling your face heat up Blinky smiles at you winking. Emabrassed you grip the crystals in your hand, swallow thickly.

You could do this.

"Ummm Aarrrgh?" He nods and you blush holding up the necklace for him too see. Smelling the crystals and looking at your hand he hums.

"What this?" He asks softly.

"It's uhhh for you. I know I'm not a troll but... I know this is how..." Flushing you look away. "This is how trolls ask eachother to date isn't it?"

"Date?" Aarrrgh questions.

"Courting old friend. It's a courting offer." Blinkous chides in. Aarrrgh huffs surprised. Staring at the necklace than you as you refuse to meet his eyes Aarrrgh smiles.

Nuzzling you, you smile back. Giving Aarrrgh scratches he purrs before leaning down. Smiling you carefully put the necklace over his neck.

"I like date (Y/N)." He states. Smiling he chuffs rumbling happily as he softly headbonks you.

Draal

"What are you doing?" Jim questions as you heft a giant axe over your shoulder.

"Well it's Valentine's Day soon and love is in the air." Toby gasps and you glance over at him, the heavy axe almost tipping you over.

"(Y/N) you can not kill a rival to win the one you love! We may be trollhunters but that doesn't make us barbaric!" The redhead scolds. Snorting you shift the axe.

"I'm not going to kill anyone Tobes. Except maybe myself." You state as the weight of the axe makes you sway. Why were troll wepons so fucking huge anyways? Come on you weren't that small.

"Then what's the axe for?" Jim asks poking it. Glaring at him already struggling to stand you huff.

"Well it was either get a weapon or cut off a chunk of my flesh." You shrug. "The axe felt less dangerous."

"You sure about that?" Toby questions as you nearly lob his head off.

"Sorry! Sorry." Adjusting the grip you have on the axe you hum. "It's for Draal." You explain.

"Draal?" Jim asks and your face goes red.

"... (Y/N) are you in love with a troll?" Toby coos. Blushing you glare.

"Shutup! Maybe? Yes! I don't know!" Your red in the face and probably look like a mess. What a great way to start romancing someone.

"Really (Y/N)? Draal?" Jim questions.

"Shutup! I'm gonna to give him his present you can do whatever you want!" You state before marching out as fast as you can with a giant axe.

Walking down to Draals hut, you get odd looks from tge citizens of Trollmarket. But most trolls ignore you as you wobble around with the heavy axe.

Finally getting to Draals hut you sign letting the axe drop into the ground as you breathe in. That was harder than you thought it'd be.

"(Y/N)?" Draal questions. Staring up at him you feel your heart hammer away as you see how big he is compared to you.

"DRAAL! HI!" Leaning against the axe he chuffs amused as he tilts his head.

"What are you doing here? Is the Hunter in need of assistance?" He questions looking up for Jim.

"No! No. Just me! I came to talk to you." Chuffing as he stares at you, you smile. "Oh ummm..." Grunting you heft the axe up and hold it out as best you can. "This is for you!" You state. Draal blinks staring at the axe. Taking it from you, you sigh relieved.

"Thankyou. It's a beautiful weapon." Smiling you look at your feer emabrassed as you fiddle with your hands.

"Uhhhh Draal?" He hums looking at you.

"Would you maybe like to go out sometime...?" You bit your lip waiting.

"Go out?" Looking up he seems confused.

"... On a date?" You question. He pauses before putting the axe down staring at you.

"What is a date?" He asks still perplexed.

"Courting. Can I court you?" You demand face red. He snorts surprised before he smiles. Slapping his hand on your back he hums.

"I wouldn't mind if you decided too." He responds and you smile as he pulls you close to lightly headbonk you.

[bangtanbetchfics]

friction | knj (m)

genre: office au, romance, smut rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim namjoon x reader word count: 7.0k suggested listening: 1 billion views - exo-sc | creme brulee - gfriend | underwater - baekhyun | playlist warnings: m/f, m/m, explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers, light bondage, light dom/sub, sex toys summary: your pesky and overworked assistants meddle in your relationship with your sexy rival -- kim namjoon -- and find themselves caught in the crosshairs of love and all-out war. notes: enjoy enjoy enjoy! a true labor of love. navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | masterlist | ao3

FRIC·TION | conflict or animosity caused by a clash of wills, temperaments, or opinions.

Taehyung yawns, interlacing his fingers and pulling his arms above his head in a stretch. He moves his neck side-to-side until he hears a satisfying crack, indicating the adequate stretch of the muscle. He waits for his computer to finish powering down before clicking the lamp on his desk off.

Taehyung’s hand reaches for his coat, but he hesitates as he looks over at your office.

The blue glare seems to amplify your stressed expression and the mildly dark crescents under your eyes.

“Ma’am?”

Taehyung quietly raps at the glass door to your office and it startles you from your concentration.

“Hmm...yes, Tae?”

You respond, mildly annoyed, as you pull a neon post-it note from its pad to stick to the desk.

Taehyung looks at you, his eyes forming wide circles as if he's ready to convince you of something. You can immediately sense his question before you exhale through your nose.

“It’s just that it’s getting late and I-” Taehyung starts, wrapping a hand around the glass doorframe.

You shake yourself out of your funk and look at him fondly, your brows coming together in compassion.

Before your mouth can form a response, the phone at Taehyung’s desk rings. 

He gives you a small bow to pardon him before he jogs to his desk to pick up the phone.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Of course, Mr. Min,” Taehyung looks at you a few times, pointing at the phone. “I’ll send her right up.”

Taehyung's eyes widen at you before hanging up the phone.

You come to the threshold of your office, leaning your head on the frame.

“Was it Min?” You ask, and Taehyung nods in response. 

“He wants to see you immediately. Didn’t specify what it was for.” 

You chew at your lip and then dig in your pocket, tossing him your corporate card.

“I’m so sorry, Tae. Do you mind staying until I come back? There’s just a lot going on this week with the product launch, and I’m sure he’ll add more to my plate,” Taehyung puts his hand up and shakes it.

“Of course. Anything you need.” He responds, slipping the plastic card in his pocket.

“Thank you.” You whisper, your hands in a prayer. He bows as his eyes watch you walk off.

Taehyung rolls his chair up to his desk, and he hits a few digits on the dialpad.

“Gonna be another long one,” Taehyung sighs out into the receiver.

“Same here Tete,” The singsong voice responds, equally as disappointed.

“I should have your cock in my mouth right now, but I’m here ordering takeout for the third time this week,” The voice whines.

“Jimin!” Taehyung growls into the phone, but the sound quickly dissolves into a laugh.

“What’s so funny? It’s not good for my figure,” Taehyung can tell there’s a pout in Jimin’s voice.

“Especially my ass.” Jimin continues, the pout growing deeper.

“I love your ass. Shutup.” Taehyung chuckles. “You said you’re stuck here late too?”

“Yeah. I know the product launch is coming, but Joon never stops working.” Jimin whines. “He got called upstairs by Min a few seconds ago.” Taehyung gasps and sits up in his chair, rolling it closer to his desk.

“Hmm…” Taehyung hums. He places his elbows on the surface, using his free hand to ruffle his silver locks.

“What? You sound interested.” Jimin inquires, and Taehyung drums the desk with his fingers.

“My boss did too.”

✹✹✹

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The slow ticking of the clock snips through your veins. You press the nail of your index finger into the flesh of your thumb, creating a small crescent-shaped indent in your skin. 

You feel your heart picking up pace in your chest; steady thumps beating at your ribcage. You turn your hand around to stare at the indentation on your skin, waiting for it to vanish. It does, slowly.

You look at your boss through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his office, his mouth busy moving in response to someone on the other end of the phone’s receiver. His hair is a textured bowl of platinum blonde, and his long, bony fingers move through a mass of papers on his desk.

You’re unsure of why you’ve been summoned; Yoongi never summoned anyone to his office unless it was serious. Being two days out from a product launch with you at the marketing helm...well, that was never a good sign.

After a moment, heavy, confident footsteps echo through the hall.

You see a man -- all legs in his dark, smartly tailored pants -- and he immediately diverts attention from your buzzing thoughts. His aura fills the entire space, and you sit up straight in your chair.

The man’s long wool trench coat brushes at his ankles, the black fabric stiff at the tips of his shoulders. He shrugs the coat off and carefully folds it in half, placing it on the chair behind him.

He suddenly feels your eyes on him from across the room, and his sharp gaze snaps over to meet yours. His eyes crinkle at the edges, and he extends his hand across the coffee table between the two of you.

“Kim Namjoon. I’m guessing you don’t know why you’re here either?” His voice comes out in a dark, velvety tone, catching you off guard. Your eyes can't help but fix on his as you shake his hand.

“Not a clue,” You respond coolly, and the dimples in his cheeks make themselves known.

You clear your throat as his eyes hang onto yours in return, and you feel your lips subtly part. Snapping yourself from his aura, you quickly release his hand and look around the room to find something else to concentrate on.

“Guess we’ll find out...” Namjoon shrugs, sliding back in his seat. You offer him a nod in response, nervously swallowing the exchange down your throat.

You then cross your legs, pretending to be busy on your phone. 

After processing the interaction, Namjoon licks the inside of his cheek -- his head hanging down in a mild defeat for a second. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a tattered copy of The Art of Loving.

As he reads, your eyes peel from your phone and notice the way his turtleneck hugs his form, the dark fabric dipping in at the valley between his firm chest. A few lavender-tinted hairs slide from Namjoon’s slicked back style into his dark brown eyes, and his smokey gaze suddenly rises up to meet yours.

Fuck. He’s caught you.

Your eyes widen in a few seconds of brief panic and dart back down to your phone. You move your thumb around through the pages of apps; it’s all you can manage so suddenly.

Namjoon smiles to himself as he looks back down, quietly dipping a finger to his tongue to stick to a page of his book. 

Before he’s able to turn the page, Yoongi pops his head from the office.

“You ready?” Yoongi asks, turning his head in your direction.

You nod and watch Yoongi shuffle back to his desk.

You inhale and smooth your skirt as you stand, noticing Namjoon’s eyes following your fingers as they glide over the red fabric adorning your curves. He calmly looks back down and blushes as you catch him; his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as he pretends to continue on with his book.

“Wish me luck,” You notice the way his gaze lit something sexual afire in you, but you couldn’t pay any attention to that right now. “Nice meeting you.” 

Namjoon looks up at you again, his fingers tense on the pages of the book.

“Likewise.” Namjoon’s smouldering eyes are fixed on you as he responds, and his gaze continues to follow you into Yoongi’s office.

You reach a chair across from Yoongi’s desk, sneaking a glance at Namjoon one last time over your shoulder.

Namjoon exhales the tension from his body as he watches you take a seat.

✹✹✹

You sit in the chair across from Yoongi’s desk, admiring the glittering cityscape behind him.

“I love being in here. It’s so refreshing.” You sigh, your eyes floating back to Yoongi.

“Yeah, kid? Well, it could be yours soon,” He chuckles. “I’m actually sick of looking at it. I’m ready to move onto my next venture.” Yoongi says this as if he’s in his forties, but he’s the youngest CEO in the vicinity. It's indicated by a giant, framed magazine cover of himself on a wall in his office: Top 30 Under 30 in Technology.

“C-Come again?” You murmur as you’re taken by surprise, and you sit up in your seat.

“You heard me. I want either you -- the CMO -- or Kim, the CTO running things," Yoongi says, standing up. He calls you over with his finger, motioning for you to sit in his chair. "Either of you are my best shot.”

You plop down in the cushy leather fabric, and your eyes meet Namjoon’s again. You purse your lips together and swirl the chair around to face the cityscape.

“How’s that feel?” Yoongi asks as he adjusts his cream turtleneck.

“Damn good.” You growl, your nails digging into the armrests.

“Well, there’s no reward without risk,” He says, and you raise your head in interest. 

“Try me, Min.” You demand as you cross your legs, leaning back in the chair.

“I want you to launch the product in my place at TechX this week.” He mentions casually, and you shriek in response as you shoot up from your seat.

“You can’t be serious, Min!” You throw your hands on your hips. “Isn’t that in two days? In Vegas? And like, the largest product launch ever for this company? ” You inquire, looking over at Yoongi.

“See! You understand the gravity of this launch. And yeah, and I haven’t even finished the keynote yet,” Yoongi cackles, slapping his thigh. “Partner with Kim on the presentation. It’s in front of twenty-thousand too, so make it good.” He sits down, racking away at the keys on his laptop. 

“You and Kim are both equally matched in terms of qualifications, so whoever can secure the biggest investors to ensure the longevity of the company will get a leg up in interviewing for the position.” Yoongi continues nonchalantly.

“Got it?” He taps one last key, stopping only to look up at you.

“Yes, Sir.” You nod, feeling a tightness creep into your chest.

✹✹✹

“Jimin, can you book my accommodations, please?” 

Jimin hands Namjoon a bag of takeout before he rolls his chair up to his desk. 

“Vegas, leaving tomorrow. Business class. King bed. That hotel that’s hosting the conference. You know the deal.” He rattles out, taking the bag of food. 

“Of course, Sir.” Jimin nods, watching Namjoon walk into his office.

Jimin navigates through a few windows on his screen before settling on a corporate travel portal. He’s able to book the flight without a problem, but the hotel is where he’s running into issues. He quickly dials up Taehyung, waiting for the other side of the call to pick up.

“Are you seeing the same thing?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung clicks his tongue.

“No rooms, right-” Jimin starts. “Just one left…” Taehyung cuts in to finish his sentence.

“But shit, there’s your boss and my boss.” Jimin twirls his finger around the coiled cord, pondering what to do next.

Jimin hears a eureka snap on the other end of the line.

“Crazy ass idea here, Jiminie,” Taehyung chuckles. 

"What is it Taehyungie?" Jimin purrs out, the curiosity rising in his voice at the end of the question.

“What if...they just stayed in the same room together? There’s only one King room available, and it’s the last room in the hotel. They’re both so...particular.” Taehyung continues, pressing his mouth into the receiver to keep his voice low.

Jimin throws his head back so far in laughter that his chair tips over. Taehyung hears a crash on the other end of the line, and hears shuffling noises as Jimin gets back up.

“Fell off your chair again?”

“Y-Yeah. God you're a genius! An evil one,” Jimin gathers his breaths. 

“I mean...she’s fucking hot. And she’s single as fuck because she’s holed up here every night.” Taehyung whispers into the receiver, making sure to glance over to check that you’re immersed in work.

“And Joon’s smoking hot, too. He’d melt her icy panties right off,” Jimin clicks his tongue before he slaps his desk.

“Dammit, we’re doing it. Think about it. Off work by five? What a world.” Jimin chirps, clicking away at his screen. “To add an extra layer of fun, I’m checking the romance option.”

“Jimin! Jimin. They’re gonna kill each other.” Taehyung giggles, gasping to catch his breath.

“Either they share a room and let romance bloom, or its whack-a-roach at the Motel 6.” Jimin’s tone is confident, but it makes Taehyung erupt into another fit of laughter.

“What? What’s the worst that could happen?” Jimin commands a response, but Taehyung continues to laugh.

“Mmm...we lose our fucking jobs?” Taehyung responds darkly.

The two pause for a second, but continue laughing into their phones.

✹✹✹

“What’re the topline details for the trip, Tae?” You ask, sliding on your sunglasses and pulling a handle up on your hardside luggage.

“Your flight...as you know is in three hours, and your car’s outside right now.” Taehyung walks up to you, handing you an iPad with a copy of your itinerary. “You’ll be staying at the Palazzo where the conference is held, and check-in should be getting started as soon as you arrive.”

“Mwah. You’re the fucking best,” You chef’s kiss your fingers. “This is exactly why I hired you.”

You pull your luggage behind you, but Taehyung puts his hand up. 

“Try not to get too excited. Please note that the room I was able to secure for you was the last room at the hotel two days before a conference of this size,” Taehyung says, pulling his hands behind his back.

“Okay...your point being?” You ask, pulling your sunglasses down to look into Taehyung’s eyes.

“Uhm, so, how do I put this?” Taehyung asks himself rhetorically, drawing his foot across the floor nervously.

“Tae...” You growl, your gaze slowly turning into a glare.

“Erm, you’ll have to share the room,” He starts. 

“With Kim Namjoon.” He winces as he gets the words out.

Your mouth drops open in shock, and your iPad crashes to the floor.

✹✹✹

You peruse through a luxurious spread of food in the airport lounge: crabsticks with melted butter drizzling from them, exotic finger sandwiches, spreads and dips and the like. You grab tongs, dropping a few items onto a small plate. You quickly look through the drinks on display and decide on sparkling water. 

Suddenly, you spot Namjoon arriving in the lounge and you quickly tuck the bottle of sparkling water into your armpit. You grab your plates, quickly followed by your luggage and make a mad dash for a secluded cubby in the back area.

You quickly throw on your headphones and prop up your iPad as you swipe through a few documents. 

Just as you stuff a crabstick in your mouth, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look at the fingers, then up the veined arm wrapped with white cotton fabric, and you see Namjoon.

He licks his lips, letting out a shy chuckle just before he speaks.

“Did you really just try to avoid me?”

“Mm-maybh, ‘nd wh-r about it?” You blink at him, your words unintelligible as you slowly chew a mouthful of seafood. You furrow your brows, slightly irked by Namjoon seeing you in this state.

“I’m sure those two jokesters told you,” He continues, and you shrug as you delicately bite a small cucumber and cream cheese sandwich. “That you’ll be my roommate for the next two days.”

“I didn’t hear it, and I won’t acknowledge it,” You retort, dropping the last bite of the sandwich in your mouth. “I’m going to find another room if it’s the last thing I do.” You dust crumbs from your hands but stop as Namjoon lets out another light chuckle.

“There aren’t anymore in the whole of Vegas. I checked myself. The only other hotel left in town is the Trump Tower,” He crosses his arms and then shakes his head. “And no one wants to be caught dead there.”

“Fuck!” You can’t help but scream out, and a few people turn to look in your direction. You bury your head in your hands, and comb your hands through your hair in frustration.

Namjoon taps your shoulder again and you look up.

“Finger sandwich?” He asks, licking a finger as you glare up at him.

✹✹✹

A flight attendant walks by the two of you to do a visual safety check, and you’re in the middle seat -- Namjoon in the aisle. 

“Champagne? Champagne? Water?” Another attendant walks by with a tray full of alcoholic beverages. You spot her, reaching over Namjoon to grab a drink off the tray. She lets out a gasp, shock entangling her features. 

The beverage quickly makes its way down your throat, and you slam the plastic cup back on the tray. 

“Sorry. She’s not having the best of days,” Namjoon whispers to her and finishes his off as well, handing it to the attendant. She scoffs, continuing on down the aisle.

You shuffle your hand in your bag to locate your iPad, slipping it from its sleeve. As you look at the screen you sigh, your eyes roving over the deep cracks.

“Please turn all devices to airplane mode as we prepare for departure…”

The plane starts to rattle over the tarmac, turning to face a new direction every so often.

“What the heck happened to that thing?” Namjoon asks, leaning over to look at the fractured device.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” You respond without looking at him. You swipe through a screen of apps before clicking into Keynote. “I scanned through the presentation, and Yoongi was nowhere near done. We’ll need to wrap up by tomorrow evening.”

“We’ll also need to submit some requests to the photographer and Design team so that the remaining graphics and specs will be ready by the time we land in six hours…”

Namjoon nods, watching as you swipe through the slides, breezing through improvements for each. Your words seem to fade out, and he finds himself enamored by your gung-ho nature as he watches you speak.

“Got it?” You ask and notice Namjoon is silent, causing you to turn your head in his direction.

You search his eyes for a response, noticing his pupils are blown as he looks at you. He covers his throat so as to not give away the unexpected heat rising up his skin.

“Sure thing. I’ll have the Product team get right on all of that,” Namjoon responds before he looks down to type an email into his phone.

You look back down at your iPad, nibbling at the inside of your lip as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

You take a second to press your head back to the seat as the plane takes off.

Namjoon reaches below the seat in front of him and pulls out his iPad to begin typing information into the slides. He glances over at you furiously typing and swiping before you grimace.

“Ow, fff-” You growl, looking at your index finger. 

Blood starts to pool in a small cut, and Namjoon takes notice. You look over at him and watch him reach into his bag to pull out a travel-sized first aid kit. He takes out a small alcohol wipe and grabs your finger, pinching the towelette to it. You wince, sucking air in through your teeth.

“You should really get that fixed.” He says as he takes a small bandaid and covers the cut.

“Uhm, I will. Thank you.” You say quietly as you search his eyes, and then tuck your hair behind your ear again. 

You break eye contact with him as your heart starts to patter in your chest...and fuck. You know you're in trouble from here on out.

Namjoon chuckles to himself through his nose as he takes a world newspaper from an attendant.

The newspaper covers his face and you sneak to observe your finger -- trying to not let a smile curl up on the edges of your lips.

✹✹✹

“Checking in?”

A woman asks you in a singsong voice and you nod, motioning for Namjoon to give you his identification card. 

You're tired, hungry and irritable from the flight and certainly not willing to engage with this ultra-chipper woman right now.

“Ugh, beautiful! How long have you two been together?” She asks, smiling as she looks at the two of you.

“We’re not a couple and we’ve only just met, why do you ask?” You inquire, swiping through a few things on a digital screen anchored to the desk in front of you.

“Oh...you’re not?” You stop what you’re doing and look up at her. “No. We’re here for the TechX conference.”

The woman releases a nervous breath from her throat and readjusts her blouse.

“Well...oh my, the room I have booked for the two of you is one of our most romantic rooms.” She giggles out nervously, not sure what to do as she hands you a sleeve of keycards.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Taehyung when I get back,” You grumble, taking your credit card and the sleeve before you march off toward the elevator.

The elevator lobby is packed, and both you and Namjoon slip into a crowded elevator.

You find yourself suddenly sandwiched between the back of a woman and the front of Namjoon, and you tighten your muscles so you don’t make bodily contact with either of them.

The elevator jerks as it reaches the floor before yours, and Namjoon collapses over you. He looks down at you as his hands land to press on the wall on either side of your head as he holds himself up.

“God, sorry,” He groans as he waits for other people to exit before he can steadily stand on his own two feet. Your eyes grow wide as you look up at him, a prickly heat creeping up your throat. His face is so close to yours from the fall that you can feel his breaths on your skin. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking over at you as he’s able to stand up straight.

Namjoon thinks nothing of the brief moment, but you gulp and give him a silent nod.

“This is us.” He says before he clears the way, watching you walk out in front of him.

✹✹✹

As you enter the room, you hear smooth jazz floating from a digital radio.

You drop to your knees: you see rose petals on the bed, a bucket with ice and champagne, a towel swan and a bouquet of additional roses wrapped with packages of chocolate. You drop your head into your hands and laugh out loud, and Namjoon looks down at you. His eyes quickly scan the room and he lets out a screech before he covers his stomach to laugh.

“I-I s-swear we were set up,” You gasp for air through your laughs. “God.”

“The wall between the shower and our room is frosted. Frosted!” Namjoon yells as he waves his hand through it to show you as you approach. 

You both can’t help but giggle.

“God. I haven’t laughed that hard in so long,” You mention, swiping a tear hanging on at the edge of your eye. Namjoon smiles, his dimples lighting up his face.

There’s a sudden silence as your eyes meet, and you try to find something to busy yourself with -- deciding on unraveling the towel swan.

“Anyway, I’m gonna shower. We can just relax for now as we wait for everything to come in.” You quickly open your luggage and pull out a swimsuit and a cover up before heading into the bathroom.

“And oh. Please be an adult...no peeking?” You raise your brows as you pop your head from the bathroom. 

Namjoon nods in agreement, beginning to unpack his luggage. He grabs his clothes nonchalantly to head to a nearby drawer, but he unintentionally catches your silhouette in the shower.

Namjoon gulps as he feels a tightness growing in his jeans. He clears his throat, continuing on with placing his clothes into the drawer.

✹✹✹

“Okay, okay, yes. I’m so sorry. It was the best we could do under the circumstances, and yes-” Taehyung nods his head as Jimin takes another bite of a sushi roll.

“Oof, was that her?” Jimin asks, swiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“God, yeah. She’s pissed. And she yelled. She never yells at me, Jiminie.” Taehyung pouts.

Jimin laughs as he throws his head back, rubbing Taehyung’s back.

“Don’t worry Taehyungie,” He giggles. “I’m sure they’ll thank us soon enough.”

Taheyung smiles at him and opens his mouth to receive one of the rolls on his tongue.

The two giggle as they look at each other, mouths full.

✹✹✹

You swim in the Olympic-sized pool at the hotel before you pop up from underneath. 

A hand runs through your hair to smooth it on your head before you start to float on your back. The intense rays of the sun start to heat up your skin, but you nearly moan at how good it feels.

Namjoon settles down in a lounge chair before he sees you with your eyes closed on the water. 

You only have on a swimsuit, but in a man’s mind it was the near-equivalent of seeing you in your underwear. 

Namjoon attempts to sneak away before you can spot him, but your eyes open just as he does.

“Hey! Kim Namjoon! Is that you?” You shout, paddling up to the edge of the pool. He grimaces and meets you at the edge, looking down at you.

“Did you really just try to avoid me?” You throw his question from earlier back at him, smirking.

“What? No.” Namjoon scoffs and clenches his jaw -- a bit delighted, a bit turned on.

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows, still awaiting a real answer. His thoughts are still racing for a clever response and you can tell he’s caught off-guard.

You emerge from the water, toweling your hair and body. His eyes widen as he tries to keep them focused on your face, and you smirk at him again. 

"Cat got your tongue?" You tease, wringing out your hair.

The devilish look in your eyes shoots straight to his water trunks and he presses his legs together. He quickly wraps the towel in his hand around his waist to cover himself before you detect anything, and your eyes follow his movements.

“Uhm, you know what...I don’t feel too well,” His voice trembles. “I’m gonna go back to the room.”

Namjoon takes off in a hurry, and you scoff as your brows come together in confusion.

✹✹✹

Namjoon lets out a few strained moans as he tugs at cock -- now rock hard and bulging with thick veins. His eyes squeeze shut as you come into memory, and he attempts to regulate his arousal through deep, frantic exhales. 

The way the sun was kissing your body, the movement of the water as it drizzled down into the valley between your breasts, the smirk and banter that lit his desire alight. He gasps as he strokes his cock faster, his grip growing firmer by the second. He feels his balls tighten, his cock growing stiffer with lust. 

He growls as he nears cumming, taking a moment to spit on in his hand and spread it generously over his shaft. He jerks his cock as fast as he can, his wrist snapping in different directions to switch up the sensation of his movements. He bucks into his hand at the last few moments, wondering what it’d be like to have you atop his cock instead. 

Namjoon cries out before his cock hardens, his thick load pulsing in random patterns across his chest. 

"Fuck," He suddenly hears footsteps floating down the hall and he swiftly pulls his trunks up.

He grabs a few tissues from the night table to quickly wipe himself off.

“Namjoon? I’m back,” You announce as you open the door. “The pool’s great, you can’t miss it.”

You enter and he tosses the tissues to the ground.

You observe that Namjoon’s form is rigid and that he’s sitting up on the bed as he scrolls through his phone. Something’s weird and quiet about the energy in the room, but you just shrug it off.

“Hey.” His tone is stoic, but you can sense his voice is caught in his throat before he clears it.

“Should we close out the final pieces of the presentation tonight?” Namjoon continues, his eyes now following you as you walk around the room.

“Sure thing, eight sound good?” You ask, smiling in his direction.

All he can do is look at you with his eyes wide and nod.

✹✹✹

“How’d you find this place?” You ask, picking up one of the books stacked on the table for display.

The rest of the bar is almost like a library -- straight from Beauty and the Beast. You look up and around as bookshelves from every angle are filled with books.

"Your drinks." A waiter arrives, carefully placing each drink on the table.

"I like to wander and I stumbled upon it. I frequent here when I come to Vegas," Namjoon smiles at you, satisfied with himself. "It's a nice place to unwind and get work done outside of the hotel." You nod, impressed with his response.

"I love all of the giant KAWS figurines here, too," You mention, and he turns his head to look at you. "The valuation on those in a few years is gonna be insane."

"Oh, you like art, too?" He tries to hide the gush in his voice, but you chuckle to yourself.

"Sure do." You reply, taking a few small sips from your cup as you look at him.

As Namjoon sips at his Jameson whiskey on the rocks, you can't help but absorb his carefully slicked back hair and the leather jacket on his frame.

Namjoon notices from his peripheral and bites his lip as subtly as he can, drawing his iPad from his briefcase.

After a few minutes, he looks up from what he's typing to see you've already downed half of your drink. You drop the cup from your lips and your eyes grow wide with embarrassment.

"God, sorry, please don't judge me," You chuckle as you peel the drink from your mouth and lick your lips. "They only have good French Martinis in two places in the world. Vegas, and Europe."

Namjoon chuckles back at you, and you notice his eyes float down to your lips. 

Your breath quickens for a second, but he breaks eye contact by looking down. He purses his lips and his dimples pop out before he looks at you through his lashes.

"You've got a little something..." He motions at the foam on your upper lip, and you attempt to swipe it with your tongue. He shakes his head a few times as you continue licking your lips to no avail.

"May I?" He asks warmly. With a nod from you, he takes a miniature napkin to wipe your top lip. He's so close that you can smell the spice of his cologne, and you look into his eyes. 

A slight panic forms in his gaze before he pulls back.

“There.” He says without looking at you, placing the napkin on the table.

Both of you shake the interaction off, and you reach into your bag to pull out your iPad.

"I had Taehyung drop in the graphics. All we have to do is finish up the text," You say as you start to type, and Namjoon brings his focus back to his slides.

"Got it. I had Jimin drop in the brief outline he retrieved from the Product Lead, so we can just work from that as we go along." Namjoon chimes in, and you nod.

"I'll activate the full social strategy and content team back at the office," You continue as you type. "I'll let them know that we're almost locked so they can get ready to fire up the site and social promotions."

Namjoon smiles to himself again, absorbing the incredible synergy between the two of you. It only pushes him harder...and makes him harder. He clenches his jaw as he feels the sensation filling his lower half, but he shakes his leg to stay focused.

"Is there something wrong?" You ask, looking down at his leg.

"Hmm?" He asks, not even noticing his leg still moving. 

"Oh!" He says looking down and stretching his foot out, but it bumps yours instead.

"Fuck. Sorry!" He yelps. You chortle, continuing on with writing. 

You look at him for a bit through your peripheral, admiring his absolute focus on the task at hand. He picks up a pen to draw it around his plump lips, and you can't help but feel a twinge between your thighs. You inhale and let out a breath to take your focus off the sensation.

Just as you do, a crackle of thunder rips through the air and a few customers gasp and break into a din. 

You and Namjoon look at each other, and a few flashes of lightning light up each of your features in the dim bar.

"We should get going before it rains," Namjoon says as he starts to pack his bag. "We can finish this up at the hotel." 

You follow suit.

✹✹✹

As the two of you walk outside, the rain begins to trickle. Despite the warm Vegas air from earlier, the temperature significantly dropped in the evening and it made you shiver.

Namjoon notices, and despite him being cold -- he drops his coat on your shoulders.

"Oh. Please don't do that on my behalf." You say as you look up at him, but he keeps walking.

You couldn't worry long, noticing as raindrops begin to soak Namjoon's white tee.

"Just up here," He looks down at you and points at the hotel, but it suddenly starts to pour. He grabs your hand to quickly pull you across the street before the light changes, and you pull his jacket over your head.

Namjoon doesn't stop running until the two of you land in an empty elevator. He sighs, slicking his wet hair back with a hand. You notice that his shirt is soaked, seeping into the grooves of his firm chest and abdomen.

You arrive at the door to your room, nervously shuffling in your bag for your keycard. You can feel Namjoon's warm breath at the back of your neck, and you feel goosebumps form on your skin.

"Here." He says, reaching around you to insert his key. You feel as his body heat radiates around you as you walk through the door.

As you enter the room you shiver at the blast of air conditioning -- pulling Namjoon's coat further over your shoulders.

Namjoon returns from the bathroom with a towel, and removes his jacket from your frame. 

“Sorry, it’s totally my fault for suggesting a place so far away,” He wraps the warm fluffy towel over your shoulders, and you close your eyes in comfort.

"No, it was really fun," You open your eyes after a few seconds, shaking your head as you look up at him.

Namjoon almost looks away as you open your eyes, but his gaze fixates on yours -- causing you to lose the breath in your throat as you quickly look down.

"Thank you." Your voice only manages to come out in a whisper. You somehow get the courage to let your eyes scan his body, and then look back up to meet him still looking down at you.

Namjoon’s chest lightly rises and falls as neither of you break eye contact -- his eyes floating to your lips. He tucks your hair behind your ear, and your breath catches in your throat. His thumb moves to trace over your jawline and your bottom lip as he moves in to hover his lips over yours.

The air buzzes with a sparkling heat as your lips brush together -- neither of you wanting to be the first to make a move.

“We shouldn’t do this, right?” He whispers, the tip of his nose grazing over yours.

"No..." You whisper back, a bated desire in your voice. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” You give him a slow nod, drawing your bottom lip in-between your teeth.

You lick your lips and he tilts your head to the side, his own lips inside the shell of your ear before he speaks.

“That red dress...from yesterday? It was all I could think about for the rest of the night.” The deep vibrations from his voice causes you to let out a satisfied moan as you tilt your head back.

“Does that turn you on?” He asks, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips.

A heated lust overcomes you, and you let your lips feverishly embrace his. Your hands roam up his wet body and land over his shoulders before you pull him closer to you by the back of his neck. The momentum dizzies you both and your back slams into the wall.

His hands move to your waist as he covers you, pulling you flush against his hard, wet body. It causes your lips to part, and he slips his searing tongue into your mouth. You easily lose the upper hand as he grips your ass, causing you to let out a whine into his mouth. His plush lips kiss at your neck, and you run your hands through his damp hair as his kisses reach your collarbones.

Namjoon moves to wipe all of the items off a cabinet near you, and the chocolate and roses crash to the floor. He throws you on top of the surface, his lips eagerly gliding over yours.

Namjoon's hands roam up your dress and on the outside of your thighs as his fingers tuck under the top of the fabric of your underwear. He tugs at the fabric as if he's going to remove it, but he jerks it up hard instead -- soothing the growing ache between your thighs. He twists the fabric in a bunch so he can keep pulling at it in intervals to soothe your clit.

Your head falls back in desperation and he takes the opportunity to suck a hickey into the exposed skin. He nibbles at the skin harder and you gasp, gripping the back of his mullet.

Namjoon growls into your ear as you pull his hair, and yanks your underwear down each of your thighs.

Just as he does, he feels his wrist buzz. He pulls from your lips to look at his watch.

[Assistant: Park Jimin.]

Namjoon lets out a long exhale through his nose. He rests his forehead on yours, both of your lips still swollen and vibrating from the session.

"I have to take this," He lets out in a deep exhale before touching a green icon on his watch to receive the call.

"Are you alright, Sir?" Jimin asks, hearing Namjoon’s intense breaths cooling on his end.

"Just came from the gym, don't worry about me. What’s on fire?" He breathes out, and the edges of your lips curl upward at the lie.

"Nothing at all, Sir. I've just called to give your daily rundown as requested." Namjoon sighs, forgetting it’s something he did in fact ask for.

“Can I call you back in five?” Namjoon asks, and you shake your head.

After Jimin hangs up, Namjoon immediately dives back into your lips. You savor it for a few seconds, but you tease him a few times as you pull away.

"I think we should finish up in the morning and get to bed," You whisper, your hand floating down his cheek. "Long day tomorrow." You bite your lip as you look into his eyes.

Namjoon lightly growls in disappointment as he pulls you down from the top of the cabinet.

You lift your hair up into a ponytail, and you turn around and look over your shoulder.

“Mind helping me with the zip?” You ask, and you feel the heat from his breath at the back of your neck drawing goosebumps from your skin. His breaths shallow out with every inch of the zip, and he lets out a light groan as it ends at the curve of your back -- just before your ass.

“Thanks.” You whisper as you head toward the bathroom, looking over your shoulder once more with a grin before you disappear around the corner.

Namjoon waits to make sure you’re gone before he screams into his fist out of frustration.

✹✹✹

“Seeya, I’m gonna head over to the conference hall to start getting prepped,” Namjoon mentions, stuffing a croissant in his mouth as he picks up his briefcase. “You said you’ll be a few minutes behind me, right?” He asks, using his free hand to push his glasses up his nose.

“Uhm, sure! Yes! Yesyesyesyes. Have a nice day!” You nod eagerly, your eyes wide as you watch him head toward the door. He furrows his brows, finding you a bit too enthusiastic.

As the door shuts, you hear his footfalls disappear down the hall and you toss your robe to the ground.

You take in a deep inhale. You knew you needed to be focused for this presentation, and you definitely couldn't have what happened last night top of mind.

Where to start? Him eyeing you in the office? The wet t-shirt? Oh, yes. There.

You sink down in the bed and slowly spread your legs, your fingers gliding over your already wet lips. You gasp in pleasure as you recall his plump lips dragging on your neck -- his teeth embedded in the sensitive flesh. It’s enough for you to dip a finger inside of yourself -- make it two -- before you let out a moan.

The thing that really made you wet, though, was his mind. The fucking book bar? Kudos. His knowledge of the product? Points. A tattered copy of a book about love? You were practically dripping down your thighs at the thought. Those nerdy glasses he wore before he left this morning? Fuck me.

It’s all enough to make you cum until-

Bzz. Beep.

You quickly draw the covers up on your frame and you can feel your cheeks burning as Namjoon enters the room.

“I...left my coffee...” He says cautiously, seeing your robe on the floor before his eyes meet yours. “Uhm, sorry?” His voice comes out in a high, questioning pitch -- and he grabs his coffee before he hurries himself out the door.

As the door shuts, you kick your feet around in the bed and then slap your forehead.

Fuck. He caught you.

[bokutobaes]

inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran😭 and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms