#wanted to figure out the face n realized I’d never show anything if all I wanted was close to perfect

[vanhelsingapologist]

Your blood, my water.

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Haven’t drawn him in many moons which means I colored a sketch I’ll never finish.

[jezabelle9299]

Read My Diary S.R x FEM! Reader

Overture- Spencer comes home to you sitting on the floor mid-closet cleanout reading a book he's never seen before. Also I only wrote one entry because I could not for the life of me think of another one.

C-W's- Kissing, yearning, general pining. And one use of Y/N

A/N- I wrote this on a whim to get my mind off a job interview tomorrow so if you hate it please don't tell me!

March 23- Spencer was so sweet today. He read over my shoulder, and all I could think about was how stupid happy he makes me. And yet– we aren’t together. Penelope thinks he likes me,  and I really wish I could believe her, but he doesn’t see me that way. No matter how much I want him to.

But now of course, you were together. And he was still making you stupid happy, and Penelope was right as always. So you giggled to yourself as you read through the rest of the entries. You, pining for Spencer, the excitement of your first date, until just about the first time you said ‘I love you’ and you stopped writing. Anything you wanted to say you could just tell him, you didn’t have to write it down anymore. 

“What are you reading…on the floor?” You looked up and couldn’t believe you didn’t hear the door open. You knew he was coming home, so you were just trying to bide time by cleaning out your closet. You got distracted by an old diary you hadn’t written in for months and ended up settled on the floor of your bedroom. 

Spencer was confused, both by the fact that you were on the floor, and by the fact you were surrounded by old clothes you hardly ever wore, reading a book he’d never seen before. And even more curious at what had gotten you so wrapped up you apparently didn’t hear him come in. Whenever you got that into a book, you always told him about it. Every detail of what you liked about it, and he’d listen to every word. But instead of lighting up and telling him everything, you got sheepish and replied with a sing-songy “Nothing”. He gave you a skeptical look, but left it at that. 

He set his things down to join you on the floor, reading over your shoulder like he always does. What was once an excuse to get close to you, looking at case files together, became a show of just how much he loves you. But when he kissed you on the cheek and you looked down, realizing what he was about to read, all rational thought was out the window. On instinct you threw the book through the open doorway and halfway down the hall, and because that wasn’t enough you even screamed “No!”

Spencer just shifted to look at your face from his position behind you, trying to figure out what that outburst was. “Would you like to tell me what that was about?” But instead of answering the question, you just turned around, propping yourself up and putting your knees on either side of his legs before settling into his lap. Of course, because you loved to be close to your amazing boyfriend, but also to essentially anchor him to the floor. 

“So babe–” You put your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek to hopefully distract him. “Wanna go for a walk? Ooo! Or we could go to the movies!! You love the movies.” He laughed, but you knew you hadn’t gotten away with it. 

“I do love the movies, but I think I’d love even more if you told me why you’re so upset because of the idea of me reading that. You don’t have to tell me what it is, or let me read it of course. But what made you so upset that you had to throw it?”

It would be so much easier to lie to him if he was a worse boyfriend. But no, he had to be one of the most sweet, intelligent, caring people you knew. 

“Spencer, you know I don’t keep secrets from you. It’s not that, but–” You let out a melodramatic sigh as you buried your face in his shoulder. “If you read that you’ll think I’m so insanely, remarkably, dorky you’ll never want to go out with me again.” It was all he could do not to laugh. You were embarrassed, but you were also being completely ridiculous. The idea that anything on this Earth could make him love you less was laughable. And the idea that you would be too dorky for him? Of all people? Utterly insane. 

“Hey Y/N? Darling? Love of my life? Have you realized who you’re talking to? I love you more than anything, and the idea that you could be too dorky for me is as adorable as it is absurd.” 

“It’s an old diary… there’s– there’s yearning. For you specifically, and you’ll think I’m crazy and weird.” He laughed into your shoulder, and distracted you by kissing from your shoulder to your collarbone, before gently pulling you from his lap to set you down next to him. Then while you still had your eyes closed, he got up. He got up, and ran to go read the thing that you thought could ever make him love you any less. 

He opened up to a random page near the beginning and there it was. Everything that he thought you’d never noticed before you started dating, laid out on the page. Things he couldn’t stand about himself, you talked about with love before he’d even gotten the courage to ask you out. You thought that he didn’t like you back, and he wished he’d written down his feelings so that you could read about how he loved you before he could even think of telling you. He knew no matter how many times he told you, you’d never realize just how deeply you were ingrained in his very soul. 

And by the time he decided he was done reading, clearing half of the pages in just a few minutes, you had gotten on the bed, and buried your face –along with your shame– in the pillows. He gently rubbed your back to let you know he was done. “Hey honey? Do you want to come out of the pillows now?” And you just shook your head, not quite ready to face him yet.

“Ok, stay in there as long as you like, but for the record I would love to see your beautiful face. Now I’ve only read a bit of this, but I can say with 100% certainty that I don’t think you are weird, crazy, or dorky. I love you and I don’t love you any less because you loved me while I was too stupid and insecure to ask you out.” That finally got you to sit up and look at him. He didn’t freak out, or run, or decide that you were so totally lame that he could no longer be with you. 

“I love you too”

“Hey look at that, she’s back.” And he moved your hair behind your shoulder so that he could see your face. 

“No you tricked me with affection, you don’t get to tease me yet.” 

“You’re right. And for the record– I wish that I’d written down my feelings for you so that you could see how much I’ve always loved you.” He kissed all over your face, quick pecks to show you how much he meant what he was saying. 

“Well I’ll just have to see what secret shames are in the back of your closet, and we can call it even.” 

“Deal.”  

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Seven

Steve squints at him, “like, right now? Right this second, you can hear Billy, he’s like, in your head?”

Do you think he’s finally getting it? We’ve been over this like, forty times.

“Yeah. Right now. He’s here.”

“Do you...are you having any urges to hit me over the head with a plate?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Right...and...does anyone else know?”

“Yeah, we told Max, and the little super hero just knew.”

Steve smiles, “right, of course she did.”

Finally.

It’s a lot for anyone to take in, alright? We’ve had ages to get used to it. Give him a minute.

“That’s...you’re talking to him, aren't you? I knew something was up, you get this like, cross eyed look on your face. You’re talking, inside your head?”

“Yeah.”

“I...oh. Can you tell him I’m...I’m really sorry about. Everything. The Mindflayer. I know it wasn’t him in control you know, I don’t blame him for anything,” Steve winces, “shit, he got hit by his own car. Fuck. I’m real sorry, can you tell him-”

“He can hear you. Don’t worry.”

“Right. Okay. Well, I’m sorry.”

I can’t believe he ever had me fooled. King Steve. Pffft what a joke.

Eddie snorts a laugh, “sorry he’s just-”

“Making fun of me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, kind of, sorry.”

I’m not sorry.

They sit quiet for a second, “so you, uhm, you were going to leave because of Billy, right?”

“It’s. I guess it’s a little complicated.”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine Billy Hargrove is interested in watching us mack on each other.”

Don’t you dare.

Eddie sighs, so what can I tell him?

There’s nothing to tell, you bailed, not me.

Because you looked upset.

So? I’m not running the show any more, am I? It’s your life Munson, you should do whatever the fuck you like.

Not if it makes you upset.

“I’ll just...leave you guys to talk?”

Look, it doesn’t fucking matter, alright, you should just...have your happy ever after, or whatever the fuck it is you want.

Steve knows you’re there now...we could. Work something out? Maybe? The three of us?

Billy scoffs. As Steve walks by, Eddie grabs his hand, “just...sit with us a minute, I’m trying to work this out.” Can I at least tell him you like guys? So he knows it’s not that? That that isn’t your problem, I mean?

Fine.

“Billy likes guys and girls, he doesn’t care that we’re both guys.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s...good?”

I should have stayed. The bats were better company than this.

“Yeah, Steve, that’s good.”

They sit in silence for another few seconds.

“I mean, I like you Eddie, and I still want too,” he gestures vaguely, “but I get if it’s weird, you know? And you don’t...want to. Or...I would get it if Billy doesn’t want to? I figured he never really liked me, so I’d understand.”

Billy is suspiciously very silent.

“Why do you think he doesn’t like you?” Don’t you like him?

“Well he was always just...a bit of a prick, really.”

“He’s always a bit of a prick, it’s how he shows affection,” it’s a complete joke, Eddie doesn’t mean it at all, but the moment it’s out of his mouth he’s hit with a realization. Do you like Steve?

Shut up.

“Oh...he’s...I think he was mean to you because he liked you?”

Steve frowns, “what, like pulling my hair and running away? Did he...did he say that?”

“No. He’s being real quiet, and he’s never really quiet so that makes me think I’m right-” Oh my god. Yes. Fine. Happy now? “- I am right. Steve and Billy, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G-”

Billy sighs, real loud, really put upon. Steve blushes and looks at where Eddie is still holding his fingers.

“So...Billy likes you, and I like you, so are you still game for, you know, giving this thing a try?”

“Only if you’re both...sure?”

“I’m sure. Billy?”

Look, this isn’t up to me, you guys should just-

Eddie sighs, “Billy, come on.”

I- I mean I’m not exactly going to say no, am I? You’re hot. Harrington’s hot. I guess you’re both...okay.

Eddie grins, “you think I’m hot.”

Shut up.

“That’s so weird, you guys are...talking.”

“I can see him sometimes too, when I look in a mirror, he’s there with me. And I could,” Eddie feels himself blush, then fiddles with Steve’s fingers for a distraction, “I could feel it, when he touched me, but we haven't like- that’s only happened once, and it was kind of tingly. I couldn’t tell if it was like, in my head because I could see it or...you know? We haven't worked it out. Might just be my brain playing tricks.”

Steve thinks for a second, frowning, “the mirror in my en suite is a pretty decent size, you want to try?”

“Sure? Billy?”

Fine, whatever, Eddie can almost feel him rolling his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie relays.

Steve grins, “cool.”

When Steve leans forward and kisses him, Eddie’s sure he hears Billy rumble a pleased sound.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

In Time

Sylus x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: steamy but no smut, mention of previous trauma, anxiety, romance, Sylus being understanding, loveeeeeee

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You sat next to Sylus on the couch. You had been staring off into the distance for a while, trying to resolve something that had been cleaving at your mind. You and Sylus had been together for months but had very little intimacy. Hugging, holding hands, pecks here and there… but nothing more. You had never vocalized your fears around intimacy with him. It's not that you didn’t want Sylus, you did. You just wanted to go slow as you were cautious and nervous around it all. Things had happened in the past that had made you hesitant. 

“What is it sweetie?” Sylus said, shifting slightly to face you.

“Huh? Nothing, just thinking.” you shrugged. 

Sylus used his evol to turn your head as he turned off the TV that you forgot was playing. His eyes were soft, pleading with you as he knew something was off and had been for a few days if he was honest.

You sighed, reaching out for his large hand. You played with his fingers nervously, a habit you had both grown accustomed to. “Do you… have you ever been… ugh…” you mentally slapped yourself. This conversation shouldn’t be so hard, you loved him he would understand. 

Sylus scooted closer slightly, his knees nudging against yours. His eyes encouraged you to keep going as he kept quiet. 

“I… are you ever… upset that we haven’t… ya know…” you said, looking him up and down. 

Sylus’ eyes widened slightly, “Upset? Why would I be upset?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You shrugged, “We’ve been together for almost a year…” you mumbled.

“And? Intimacy is something that comes naturally, if and when it comes we can figure it out then.” he said.

“I feel bad making you wait around.” you said honestly.

Sylus’ eyes held a glint of anger for a moment but it wasn’t directed at you, “Sweetie, you aren’t making me do anything. We could never have sex and I’d still want to be with you. I know I am touchier than you are but that doesn’t give me permission to push your boundaries. I think… I think maybe others have done that in the past and that might be why you want to wait.” he said, his whole face was dripping with kindness as he enveloped your hand between his. 

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding in before nodding, confirming his words. He was such a perceptive little thing, he had to be given his job. You saw his jaw clench as he swallowed down the hate for whomever had scarred you in such a way. “I just… want you to know I love you and… I’m sorry I can’t show it.” you said glumly. 

You felt Sylus’ large arms envelope you before pulling you into his lap, his hand caressing your cheek as you rested your head against his chest. You suddenly felt overwhelmed by the love and understanding this man had for you. Your shaky hand reached out, cupping his cheek before pulling him down into a kiss. It was soft and sweet and you let yourself melt into him. You kept repeating in your brain that he wasn’t a threat and to relax. And for the first time - your body listened. Sylus could feel your muscles loosen and he gripped your waist to keep you close. 

You shifted, straddling him. Sylus kept his hands off you as he looked up at you, “Sweetie, we should stop…” he said, not wanting to push you or make your feel obligated. 

“I want to… as long as it’s with you.” you whispered. You still felt nervous, but it felt more like excitement than fear. You swore you saw him blush.

Sylus held your face gently as he returned his lips to yours. When you gasped for air he took the opportunity to trail soft kisses down your neck. You let out a soft gasp as he kissed along the hemline of your shirt. His eyes flicked up to yours, searching for what you wanted next. With shaking hands you grasped at the bottom of your shirt before taking it off. Your body couldn’t help but curl in on itself, feeling extremely exposed. 

Sylus held your discarded shirt over your chest, sensing your discomfort, “Do you want to put it back on sweetie?” he said, already gathering the material up to slip it over your head. 

You took a deep breath before shaking your head ‘no’. “I… I want you to touch me.” you said, your cheeks burning up. You slowly lowered your arms, exposing your bare chest to him. 

Sylus didn’t take his eyes off yours, “You say the word and we stop, ok?” 

You nodded.

“I need words sweetheart. Your comfort is all that matters to me. ” he said. 

You felt his fingertips ghost over your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your eyes rolled back slightly, never feeling quite like this before. “Yes.” you said.

You felt his hands climb higher before repeating the movement, his lips kissing over your chest. You gasped when he alternated sucking marks into you and sucking on your nipples. You pushed him back by his shoulders harshly.

Sylus took his hands off you and gave you space, “Stop?” he asked.

You shook your head, eyes filled with fire. “Bedroom.” you said.

“What?” he said, not believing what he heard.

“Bedroom. Now.” you repeated, stressing your urgency by yanking his shirt off him. 

Sylus smirked, lifting you effortlessly as he walked you both down the hallway before kicking the bedroom door shut. 

“I love you…” he said as he laid you down gently, gazing at your perfect form.

You giggled happily, never feeling so free and comfortable around another person before. “I love you.” you said, pulling him to you by his waistband. You shrieked with laughter as he climbed on top of you, kissing his way up.

“Let me show you how much I love you…” he asked cautiously.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Back from a small break life and work are crazy as usual so. But I'm relatively back and will try to get to some requests this week and pump out 2 or 3 more fics. Thank you for all the patience and support! :) XOXOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!

[jo-speaks]

more ways than one

in which...

luke shows up to fem! reader's college soccer game.

Luke scanned his ticket, walking into the stadium. He had a really big test coming up, but the second Mark, Ethan, and Dylan invited him to watch the girl’s soccer team take on Michigan State, he dropped everything and headed towards the stadium.

“I heard that Y/N girl is really good.” Ethan said, leading the group of boys to their seats. 

Mark hummed, “Is that the girl who absolutely destroyed you at beer pong last week?” Mark’s comment caused the boys to laugh, and Ethan to grimace. 

“Yeah.”

“Well if her soccer skills are anything like her beer pong skills, I’d say that what you heard is right.” Luke stated, getting a few more jabs at Ethan.

Dylan chirped in, “She’s only a sophomore and she’s captain and she’s leading the whole NCAA in goals. I mean, why do you think her friends called her the ‘sophomore sniper’ when they introduced her at the party?” 

Mark laughed at Dylan’s slight rant, “Sounds like someone has a little crush.”

“I do not! I just did my research before coming here.” Dylan retorted. “If anything Luke’s the one with the crush. He told us he had a huge test coming up, but the second we mention girls soccer, he drops everything. A little suspicious, no?” 

A warm feeling rose to Luke’s face. Knowing Dylan was right, he just laughed it off and stayed quiet. 

Luke had approached you at said party because the second he laid eyes on you the boy was smitten. The two of you talked the whole night, but by the end of it you were both too drunk to remember to exchange numbers. Sure, he could’ve asked around the fraternity, but he wasn’t sure if you remembered your interaction at all. So he saw this game as a perfect opportunity to get your number. 

You could hear the laughter approaching close to the field. It was familiar, but you didn’t care enough to turn around as you were on your 47th juggle. 

“No way you get 70!” Your teammate, Jules, exclaimed. 

You laughed, “Not if you keep talking!”

She chuckled as she watched you closely. Soon enough, you had passed seventy, nearing ninety. You hit 86, wanting to go for more but your coach called out your name, telling you to go meet with the refs to decide which side you wanted. Settling the ball with a groan, Jules grabbed your hand and pulled you to the midfield with a slight tug. 

You greeted the refs and the opposing team’s captains with a slight smile. When you went to shake one of the girls’ hands, they both side-eyed each other, looking you and Jules up and down, then refusing your hand. 

Furrowing your brows, you let out a small scoff at their attitudes, but let it go as you picked ‘tails’ for the coin flip. 

It was heads, and they picked having the right side of the field, meaning you’d have the ball first. As you walked away, heading back to the rest of your team, Jules’s laughter filled your ears. 

“Oh my god! The attitude they had?” She laughed. 

You gave her a smile, “I know! On our field too.”

The closer you got to the sidelines, your eyes couldn’t help but take a glance at the group of boys who had sat down laughing. The second you could make out their features, a smile grew on your face. Luke was sitting there, along with three other boys which you quickly realized as his hockey teammates. You had been trying to get his number ever since the interaction you had at the party, but never found the right time to. In your head, you promised yourself you’d get it tonight. 

You decided to snap out of your thoughts and nudged Jules, “Look. Your boy toy is here.” 

Jules’s eyes widened as she followed your eyes, “What the hell are they doing here?” She walked over to the fence to say something you couldn’t quite hear, but figured she called Ethan over as he walked down a few steps to talk to her. 

Not caring enough to eavesdrop, you walked towards the rest of your team, letting them know you’d have ball first. They nodded, going back to their warm up. You took a glance up at the scoreboard which had the clock displayed on it. There was around five minutes left, and you wanted to do some long passing. 

“Jules!” You called out, bringing her attention back to you. 

She said something to Ethan before jogging back towards you. “Sorry. Long passes?” You nodded, “What was that about?

“They invited us to get some food after the game. You down?”

“Is Luke gonna be there?” You asked. 

Jules smirked at your question, “Yeah. Why?” 

You left her question unanswered, smiling as you walked away from her with a ball at your feet.

Five minutes went by quickly, as you heard the whistles blowing, telling you that the game was about to start. You jogged towards your team, listening to a quick pep talk before getting ready to hear the starting line up and National Anthem. 

You blanked out during the whole process, too focused on the game ahead of you. By the time you knew it, the whistle blew and you passed the ball to one of your teammates. 

Knowing exactly what play you were running, the second you saw the ball get to Jules, who was playing at the left wing, you made a diagonal run towards the goal. It was a high cross, but you managed to settle it at your feet before taking a shot from the 20 yard line. You watched as the ball soared towards the top corner of the net, making its way past the keeper’s gloves. 

You ran towards Jules, who was waiting for you at the corner flag. The two of you did the handshake you did every single time one of you assisted the other's goal, before hugging each other, then the rest of you teammates. 

As you ran back down the field to restart, you couldn’t help but take a glance up at the stands. They were decently packed, but your eyes quickly found the ones you were looking for.

You saw Luke sit back down from his standing position and to no one’s surprise he was looking right at you. You pointed at him with a smile and he quickly returned the action. 

While you focused back on the game, Luke was getting teased by his friends. 

“Ooo! Lukey’s got game!” Ethan exclaimed, shaking his friend by the shoulders. 

Luke laughed, “Shut up.”

~✩~

The game ended an hour or so later, the final score being 4-2. You had scored three of those four goals, earning you a post-game interview with some reporters who had shown up at the game. 

They had decided to interview you on the sidelines. This meant you were close enough to be near your team, but also close enough so Luke and the other guys could hear what you were saying. 

“Y/N, amazing performance out there tonight! What would you say is the biggest factor in your training that makes you such a valuable player out there?” The interviewer asked, bringing a mic close to your face. 

“The conditioning, for sure. I mean, we’re making a lot of long back and forth runs out there and we’re able to do so consistently because of that conditioning.” You answered, smiling slightly to take away the nerves you were feeling.

The interviewer nodded, “You pointed to someone after that first goal. Was it a family member, a friend, or…?” 

You let out a soft laugh, “Um, no. It was a good friend of mine that I'm meeting up with after this."

Luke heard your words, as did his friends. His eyes widened at your statement, specifically the part where you said you were hoping to meet up with him. 

“Oh shit!” Mark exclaimed, “Bro, she's talking about you!" He shook his head, “We don’t even know if she’s talking about me. She could’ve been pointing at one of you.” The boys laughed at his statement.

“I’m talking to her best friend, Mark’s taken, and Dylan’s not her type.” Ethan said.

“What’s wrong with me?” Dylan asked jokingly, yet seriously. 

Mark shrugged, “She said she was into tall guys. As in, guys over six feet.” 

Laughing at Mark’s words, the group of boys made their way down to the field to wait for Jules and hopefully, you.

Jules made her way over the boys, sliding her hand into Ethan’s. “What’s Luke all red for?”

“Y/N mentioned him in her interview just now.” Ethan told her casually.

Her eyes widened, “Seriously?”

Luke quickly shook his head, “We don’t know for sure it was about me.”

Before Jules could question it any more, you were walking over. You gave everyone a quick greeting which they happily returned. As you were all about to make your way towards the exit, you decided now was a better moment than ever. 

“Hey Luke? Can I talk to you for a second?” You asked, trying to ignore all the stupid grins on everyone else's faces. 

He smiled and turned around, “Yeah.”

The two of you stepped away from the group towards an area on the sidelines where people couldn’t hear you. 

“Great game tonight.” He said, trying to dissolve some of the awkwardness that was beginning to build. 

You smiled, “Thanks. I appreciate you coming.” “Yeah, anything for a good friend of mine.” He smirked, quoting your previous words. 

You looked away and laughed, now knowing he heard that part of your interview. “Funny. Anyway, I had a really good time talking with you last week and I was hoping to maybe get your number?” Luke’s face turned slightly red yet again as he smiled and nodded as you pulled out your phone so he could type in his information. “I was hoping you’d ask.” 

After he handed you your phone back, the two of you made your way back to your friends.

Jules pulled you back slightly, letting the boys walk ahead, “Looks like you scored in more ways than one, huh?”

“I definitely did.”

[storiesfromafan]

Benny x Reader Pt 3

A/N: not going to lie, this didnt turn out as good as I had hoped. But it helps progress the story haha.

Tag List (I forgot last part)

@mrsalwayswrite

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“What was it like the first time you went to a Vandals picnic?” Danny asked, sitting at the counter in your kitchen, recorder resting before him.

You were cutting up vegetables for a stew you were cooking. “It was like a big family reunion. Good food, good drink, good fun”.

“Big family reunion, huh?” Danny chuckled.

You laughed. “Yeah. You have the men gathering together or small groups, drinking and talking shop. While the women gather and swap stories and looking after the little ones”.

“How did that day go for you?” Danny asked with genuine interest.

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When Lilly had called you that morning to ask if you wanted to go to a Vandals picnic, you had been a tad hesitant. But after some reassurance and a few stories, along with mention of racing and Andy taking part, you gave in. So here you were, at a Vandals picnic. You’d dressed for the occasion, light three-quarter sleeved sweater, dark slacks and tennis shoes. From how muddy the location got; you thought best to not wear anything too good.

Getting out of Lilly’s car you noticed a group of women a few meters away. And then Lilly came over, linking arms pulling you over to them. She greeted them warmly and introduced you, to which they greeted back, as well as introduced themselves. Most of them seemed nice, while a few looked you up and down. None the less you fell into this group, talking and drinking, their little ones playing or running around you all.

You looked around, taking in the groups of men. Some were just drinking and talking, others were by some bikes checking them out, and a few were play jostling each other while laughing, no doubt on the drunk side. Watching two of them topple over each other, falling ungracefully onto the grass, you laughed at them with a few of the women.

Benny had noticed you as soon as you got out of Lilly’s car. He’d been anticipating you to show up, as Lilly never missed a picnic, and your brother was racing. So he figured you would show up. Benny thought you looked better then when he last saw you, though he had secretly hoped you’d worn another dress. He would have loved to see those bare legs again. Which then led him to some scandals thoughts, such as you in a dress and straddling his lap. But he could wait, there would be another time to see you in a cute dress.

You finally landed on Benny, who was standing around with Johnny and another man, beer in hand and his eyes on you. Like a moth to a flame. A look crossed his face when he realized you had noticed him staring, and it made your heart skip a beat. What was it about Benny that drew you in? Sure, he was good looking, looked amazing on a bike, and there was this air about it that was exciting but comforting.

Lilly nudged your side, a small smirk on her face. “You good?”

You turned from Benny, though could feel his eyes still on you. “Yeah, I’m good”.

“You sure?” She asked, still smirking but a little bigger. “You wouldn’t want to go over to some guys and chat?”

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks warm up.

“Come on” Lilly giggled, linking arms and dragging you over to the three men you’d just been looking at. And to one of them in particular.

All three males looked up when Lilly came bouncing over, you trying to dig your feet into the ground to stop her, failing terribly. If you weren’t sure how to act before, you didn’t know now. This time you would have to speak in front of him or to him, and he to you. What would he say? What would you say? Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your mind running wild.

“Uncle Johnny, Brucie and Benny, I’d like you to meet my good friend (Y/N), well officially introduce you, Uncle Johnny and Benny” Lilly said letting go of your arm.

“Hello. Nice to officially meet ya” said Johnny with a small smile. “Was an interesting way to find out about ya the other week”.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, wishing you could forget how both men had seen you. “Ah, yeah...not how I usually make an entrance”.

Lilly laughed at your words.

“What entrance did you make?” Brucie asked confused on what he missed out on.

You were about to explain before someone beat you to it.

“Angel here was riding Andy’s racer before he fixed out the issues with it. She came flying towards Fred, Johnny and me, but managed to pull off a slide stop without crashing” came Benny’s gravelly voice. His baby blues – which you now know – trained on you, watching you closely.

How was this man even real? It should be illegal for him to look and sound the way he does. Benny was a walking, talking temptation.

Brucie whistled. “Guess you take after your brother”.

You turned back to Brucie. “I guess so, though we worked and rode bikes together when I was a teenager”.

Brucie nodded. “Of course. You looking forward to seeing him race?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I am”.

After that small talk was made, which put you at ease. Though Benny was still watching you, you could see him from the corner of your eye. Soon a few of the guys came walking past, telling you all that the races were starting. Upon hearing Andy’s name, you and Lilly took off to find a spot to watch the races. The distance you put between yourself and Benny allowed you to relax, the air returning to your lungs.

Picking to stand on a small hill that overlooked a quarter of the track, you and Lilly looked at each other before laughing with excitement. When the three riders lined up, you saw Andy was in the middle. Lilly called out ‘go Andy’, which he turned seeing you both and waved. With the drop of a bandanna they were off, you bouncing on the spot hoping and praying Andy won and was in one piece.

For most of the race you could only hear the bikes, but when they came back into view you and Lilly were chatting ‘come on!’ and holding on to each other’s arms. The last few turns were on the sloshy side, making it great to slide but also dangerous. But eventually Andy crossed the line first, you both cheering and jumping up and down. You both decided to hang around and watch more races. Over time more Vandals and women came to watch. Including the one person who had a way of putting you in a choke hold with a look: Benny.

Benny had finally got away from Johnny and Brucie, making his way over to the race area, and you. He didn’t hide anything, just casually walked up to where you both were standing. Smoke in hand, Benny took the place next to you. You didn’t notice till after the current race of a presences next to you. When you turned and looked at him, Benny watched as your eyes widened before turning back to the racetrack. He smiled to himself at your reaction.

Lilly, sensing a change in you, turned to find you both had a new companion. “Well, nice of you to join us” she said with a smile.

Benny nodded, taking a drag from his smoke, holding it for a few seconds before realizing it. He didn’t say anything, just stood there. He was watching the race that just started. But every now and then he’d look at you from the corner of his eye. He studied your profile; the slope of your cute nose and how your lips were slightly full. Every now and then you looked down before back up, no doubt your mind running with thoughts.

You felt nervous being so close to Benny. You were trying to not let his close proximity effect you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly released it, hoping it would calm your racing heart. It only worked a small bit, if even that. You lowered your eyes, looking to Benny from under eyelashes. He looked to be watching the race, but you had a feeling he was watching you. You felt like there were eyes on you. Looking back to the race you lift your gaze to watch the racers come into view before coming to the finish line.

“Hmm” mused Lilly, watching you and Benny. “I’m going to get a drink, you both want one?”

You shot her a look that said don’t leave me. But she just smiled at you. Benny just nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll get us drinks. Be back soon~” Lilly finished with a bit of a sing-song tone.

You watched her skip off toward the group of women, before turning your gaze back to the racetrack, moving to cross your arms over your chest. Now what? It was just you and Benny, who was once again looking at you. What could you say? Would he talk? Just then Benny finished his smoke, tossing it to the ground and stomping it out.

For Benny, he was trying to work out what to say. In this situation it was the females that would talk to him, but you were different. Maybe you both were similar like that, that silence spoke more then actual words. But how long could it go on for? He wanted to hear you speak, he wanted to hear your sweet voice.

“I gotta say...” Benny began, trying to choose his next words. “You can handle a racer pretty good”.

His gravelly voice hit your ears and sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t expect him to break the silence. Words stuck in your throat, not being able to get out.

“It was like seeing an Angel on wheels” he added, hoping to get anything out of you.

That snapped you out of your silence. “Ha. The saying is Devil on wheels” you scoffed. Before feeling a little embarrassed by your brazen words.

Benny chuckled with that gravelly voice of his. “I know the sayin’ Angel” – Benny lent in towards you – “but when a gorgeous girl comes sliding on a bike before me, it was like seeing an Angel on wheels”, he then winked.

You could have swallowed your tongue. You could feel your face heating up, and no doubt your were going pink. The way he just complimented you set your stomach a flutter. No guy had ever said anything like that before. Sure a few small compliments, but mostly men told you – in various ways – a woman didn’t belong on a bike. You’d been cursed and ridiculed, shunned by some people too. Yet here was a biker giving you a compliment.

Finally you felt your tongue loosen, even with his heated gaze on you. “It was just a racer” you spoke softly, “nothing like your bike. It was light and easy to handle”.

Benny nodded. “That’s true, but you still handled it good. I know a few racers that would crack up in that situation”. Again he gave you praise, which only embarrassed you further, yet it also seemed to calm you.

“Maybe...” was all you reply with.

“If you want...I could teach you to ride my bike” He stated, feeling self-conscious, something that rarely happens to Benny. “It might be heavier but I think you could handle it”.

His words took a moment to sink in, when they did all you could do was slowly nod your head. After that silence fell between you too, while turning back to the racetrack and riders before you. Though every now and then you would steal glances at the other, seeming more comfortable after talking to each other.

A few minutes later Lilly came bouncing back, two beers and a pop in hand. She past you the pop before handing Benny a beer. He didn’t waste time taking a swig while looking at the riders on the track.

Lilly nudged your shoulder, leaning in to whisper, “what happened!?”

You hit her arm, glancing at Benny to make sure he hadn’t herd. And you didn’t think he did. “I’ll tell you later” you whispered back, which Lilly pouted at.

The rest of the afternoon you spent hanging out with the women and kids, talking and laughing. Benny was always with some of the guys, but would keep an eye on you, just like you would him. A few women noticed, making some comments that embarrassed you. One even tried to warn you about him, but Lilly said to not pay her any mind. Sure Benny wasn’t perfect, but he was a good guy.

As the sun began to set, that was when you and Lilly decided to make tracks. A few of the Vandals protested but Lilly said you both were expected back at hers for dinner with her parents. And her mum wasn’t a women to keep waiting. So off you both went. An eventful day that was the start of something to come.

~~~

“Over all it was a good day” you smiled to yourself.

Danny chuckled. “Seems like it. What happened next with you and Benny?”

You smiled wider at his question, knowing you’d tell him everything.

[xndrexcruz]

I beg pls make more Marc Bernal fanfics 🛐

Starting to Slowly See You

✮- pairing: marc bernal x barca staff fem!reader

✮- summary: as you navigate your position at fc barcelona, marc’s thoughtful gestures and quiet support slowly make you question if there’s more to your friendship than you realized. though his feelings remain unspoken, subtle hints leave you wondering if you’ve been missing something all along.

✮- warnings: slow burn and kinda oblivious reader

✮- author’s note: thank you sm for the request! i hope you like it, also sorry for not being active and not updating in a while i just started my college classes and i feel like they’re tryna kill us already. ALSOOO thank you sm for 200 followers love you guys

✮- chapter’s: {current!} next ⤏

Working at FC Barcelona is more than just a job-it was a dream come true. But the early mornings, late nights, and constant work could get exhausting. If there’s one thing that made things easier, it was Marc Bernal. He’s always around, in subtle ways that sometimes would make you wonder if all of it was just a coincidence.

You would often cross paths during his breaks from training with the rest of the team. He’d sometimes walk into your office, sweaty and tired, yet he always made time to say hi or talk to you even if it was for a few minutes. You often found him leaning against your desk, a charming smile on his face as he asks about how your day was or offering to help you on whatever you were working on at the time. You appreciated the company, even though you didn’t quite understand why he always seemed to go out of his way for you.

One day, after an exhausting session, Marc came in with a bottle of water and a berry parfait, setting them on your desk with a small grin. “I thought you might need a pick-me-up,” he said casually, though his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than usual.

“Thank you, Marc,” you replied, flashing him a grateful smile before getting back to your work. You had never really noticed the way he watched you, a soft expression always on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

As the days continue to pass, these small but sweet gestures started to become more frequent. He brings you coffee when you had long meetings, waits for you after work just to walk you to your car, or would show up with your favorite snack when he knows you’ve been stressed out. You always excused his behavior as him being a good friend-after all, that’s what friends did, right?

One evening, after most of the staff had left to go to their families, you stayed behind at your desk, trying to finish up on a report you had due the next morning. The office is quiet, the only noice was the faint hum of the air conditioning in the building. You’re so focused on your report you didn’t notice Marc slowly enter the until he was right next to you.

“You’re still here?” he asks, startling you. “You work way too hard, Y/n, you should get home.”

You look up at him and smile, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the sound of his voice. “I’m just trying to get this done before tomorrow morning, I’ll go home once i’m done. What about you? Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

He shrugs, leaning against your desk like he would every time he came into your office. “I thought I’d check on you before I left. See if you needed me to get you anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his words. “You’re always constantly checking on me, Marc. You worry too much.”

“Maybe I do,” he says softly, his chestnut-brown eyes holding yours off a second too long. There’s something in his gaze, something that makes your heart skip a beat, but before you can try figuring it out, he straightens up and throws you a smile. “But someone has to look out for you.”

You shake your head at his words, amused by his protectiveness. “I’m okay, really. But thanks for being so thoughtful. It means a lot to me.”

“Anytime,” he replies, his smile softening. “I’ll come see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you say, watching him as he walks out of your office. You can’t help but feel a wave of warmth spread through you, but you just brushed it off as just Marc being the sweet guy he always was.

As the weeks pass by, you start noticing other small things too. Like how he’d always linger just a bit longer when he says goodbye, or how his touches-whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a brief brush past your fingers-seem to carry more weight than it did before. He was always there, throughout your day, quietly always supporting you in ways that were both comforting yet confusing.

It wasn’t until one particular day, after a long and challenging day, that you had finally started to piece things together. You’re packing up to leave for the day when Marc appeared at your side, like usual.

“You did real,y great today,” he spoke, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Everyone was impressed, especially with how you handled that crisis.”

You smile tiredly at him. “Thank you, I’m just glad it’s over now.”

“How about I take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You hesitated, a familiar flutter in your chest. “Dinner? I don’t know Marc…”

“We can keep it simple,” he suggests, his tone light. “Just a quick bite, it’s nothing fancy. I just… I thought it would be nice.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you pause. For the first time, you wonder if there was more to his constant attention towards you, his thoughtful gestures, than you finally realized it. Was there something he wasn’t saying? Something you had been to blind to see?

“Okay,” you agreed softly, watching as his face lit up with a smile. “Dinner with you would be nice.”

As you sat across from him in the cozy restaurant he has chosen, you find yourself focusing on him more closely than you ever have before. The way he seemed to always know exactly what you need, the way he would look at you like you’re the only person in the room, the way he never pressured you but was always present, waiting, hoping.

You couldn’t be,o but wonder if there was something deeper behind all of it-something he’s been trying to tell you without actually having to say it. But even as the thoughts consumed your mind, you pushed it aside. Marc is your colleague, your friend, someone you can always count on. It was probably nothing more than that… right?

As the night went on, Marc’s laughter and easy conversation made you forget all your worries, and by the time ge walks you towards your car, your smiling ear to ear. But just as you’re about to say goodnight, he does something that makes your heart skip a beat.

He reaches out and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice low yet husky filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Goodnight, Marc,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. As you drove home, his touch lingered against your skin, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Marc Bernal than meets the eye. But in the meantime, you decide to leave it as it is, happy to keep things as they are for now, even if your heard would beat faster whenever he was near.

[hanjisick]

Hey how do you feel about writing yandere stray kids with fem stylist darling, like for Chan it’s romantic but for the rest of the kids it’s platonic, kind of like a little yandere family where neither the ‘parent’ or the ‘kids’ want their darling to leave them.

STRAY KIDS ‘FAMILY’ HEADCANONS.

a/n. okay, bare with me. i love this concept so much and had so many ideas for it— and i also had no clue how to organize it all. i hope this works!

warnings. violence. kidnapping. yandere themes.

word count. 2.1k

stray kids was a popular boy group that you didn’t know very well

you were chosen as the main stylist for the boys.

each of them were very kind boys, but specifically, bang chan stuck out to you.

and you had no idea what you would be getting into.

it began with how kind he was towards you and the backstage team

he would show off his charming smile and thank everyone any chance he got

even onstage during concerts, he would take a moment to thank the staff

then you began to realize how attractive he was.

you couldn’t help but stare as he would come backstage in a rush, sweaty from performing, tearing his shirt off, with the other boys following close behind

hesitating, you would hand him the next outfit for him

he’d flash you a smile and a quick ‘thanks’, running a hand through his damp hair as he changed

you didn’t know if you were just being hopeful at first, but you began to realize that he formed an attraction to you as well

you would be tugging on the cloth of his shirt, smoothing it out, fixing every wrinkle and misplaced accessory on his body

and chan would stare at you unapologetically, even if you met his gaze

there was obvious tension between the two of you

one day, he lingered for longer after an event to chat with you, ask you for tips on what colors would work best on him, what to wear in his weekly livestreams, and more

the rest of the boys lingered around him, quietly— which was quite unusual for them, there was rarely a time where they weren’t yelling

“i know this is technically against the rules, but would you be willing to take a visit to our dorm room and go through my closet with me? i really need fashion help. id be willing to pay.”

“it’s okay, i’d love to do it for free.”

you weren’t as oblivious as you pretended to be.

you knew he didn’t just want help with clothes and you could think of a billion other ways that he could easily figure out what to wear

but the biggest giveaway was the desire in his eyes, looking at you in ways that would never be considered a professional relationship

“do you want my number? i could text you the address, just don’t leak it, please.”

“you have my word.”

that night, you drove to their dorm, knocking on the door to be greeted by chan in his natural habitat— a hoodie and sweatpants, messy hair, no makeup, and a shy smile on his face.

“sorry for the mess, me and seungmin were trying to clean before you got here.”

you stepped into the dorm, finding exactly what you’d expect from eight boys living together. a complete mess.

but what you didn’t expect was for changbin to immediately guard the door after locking it.

“you know, me and the boys were looking for someone else to help take care of them.”

you fell right into their trap. and there was no escape from this sick, twisted family roleplay that they forced you to be apart of.

BANG CHAN.

he would never allow you to leave the house under any circumstances.

he would be the one to go to your apartment and grab your absolutely necessary things

he was also extremely possessive

you are only allowed to refer to him as your husband or darling, anything else will get a member of your actual family killed.

he’s absolutely obsessed with playing the role of a wonderful husband

it’s almost sickening how well he pretends, as if he actually loved his “wife” and his “kids”

of course, nobody could love someone if they’re keeping them captive, though.

pet names came naturally to him. he was always referring to you as his sweetheart, his honey, and most importantly, his wife.

your daily tasks involve waking up the kids and helping with breakfast, then sitting together to eat as a family

while he is gone, he expects for you to clean the house, do the laundry— typical housewife things

of course he would help you with these tasks normally, though, as a good husband should do, once he is home

when he gets home with the boys, however, he expects a kiss on the lips, and to be asked how his day went

dinner must be started, and chan never fails to comment on how good it smells.

it’s almost like every day is a repeat, the same script over and over.

and any time that you go out of line, chan will simply ignore you, and eventually you learned to just play along

at night, you must lay beside chan, wondering how you somehow used to be attracted to the monster as he held you tightly in his arms from behind.

LEE MINHO.

minho, labeled as the oldest child, was cold and eerily quiet at first

he didn’t talk to you, instead choosing to hang out with one of his ‘brothers’

once he was sure that you wouldn’t escape, he would begin to show little signs of acknowledgment towards you

things like a nod or a wave when he walked in the door or thanking you for cooking him food

soon he would ask you questions about yourself like asking about where you grew up, or how you became a stylist

soon, while he didn’t exactly follow you around obnoxiously the way that jisung would, you would always find him nearby, keeping a watch on you

“can i help you cook dinner?” he eventually asked, avoiding eye contact

when you agreed, he would perk up, immediately washing his hands and helping to get the ingredients

that became you and minhos thing. every time you would cook for the boys, which was at least twice a day, often three, he would join you

“getting along well with mom, i see?” chan would ask him with a grin.

“i love mom. she’s wonderful.”

“i knew you would eventually warm up to her.”

SEO CHANGBIN.

changbin was the first one that you learned to despise

he was deemed as the guard for you, since he was the strongest, and therefore was always the one to catch you first when you tried to leave multiple times

“where do you think you’re going?” he would growl, his expression full of what you thought was hatred

if he was so annoyed by you, why would he keep you in the first place?

although chan claimed him to be your “son”, he easily manhandled you, picking you up and dragging you back into the house despite your thrashing, and throwing you down as if you were the child.

but as your escape attempts became less and less frequent, you began to see a different side of changbin

one that was softer, kinder, less scary to be around

he would help you around the house with chores, such as doing the dishes or making the beds

“i wanted to make you smile”, he would say, causing your heart to skip a beat

he would grow on you quickly once his outer shell broke

HWANG HYUNJIN.

“why do you want to leave, mommy?”

most of the boys called you mom, but hyunjin was insistent on calling you mommy.

it made your stomach churn in an uncomfortable, frightening feeling

“i promise i’ll be good. i’ll make sure my room is clean and i’ll brush my teeth every night. just don’t try to leave again.”

you would grit your teeth and watch him beg, as if they weren’t holding you hostage, as if chan hadn’t done the sickest things to ensure that you would stay.

you didn’t know what kind of issues hyunjin and the rest had, but you didn’t want to be a part of them.

most of the time, hyunjin acted like a fragile child, like he would start to cry at any moment

he always wanted your attention, more than the other boys

“can you hold me, mommy? and sing me to sleep?”

you wanted to say no, but you couldn’t, or else he would tell chan.

“of course. come here.”

you would shakily comb your hands through his long hair, rocking him back and forth until he fell asleep on top of you.

HAN JISUNG.

clingy cuddle bug number one

jisung was always at your side if he wasn’t being swept away by minho to play

“where were you? why were you gone for so long?” he would ask on your first night trapped in the house

he played the role a little too well, as if you had genuinely left without any reason for his entire life

but now you were back and he wasn’t going to leave you alone

“do you want to draw with me?”

“i have to make the beds.”

“can i help you make the beds?”

“you’re gonna mess them up, jisung.”

he would stare at you silently for a moment.

“call me sungie,” he would whisper, his entire expression changing in an instant

your breath would hitch as he continued, “or else i’m gonna tell daddy. and he’s going to hurt grandma. really badly, too.”

with tears brimming your eyes, you would restart. “sungie, you’re gonna mess the beds up. let mama do it.”

a switch in his brain seemed to flip, going right back into character. “why do you always have to do boring things? why can’t we play?”

“why don’t you play with lixie until i’m done?”

LEE FELIX.

felix was always more gentle than the others even from the beginning

when he found you crying, he would be the first person to wipe your tears, hushing you, telling you that it would all be okay

he seemed like the closest to sane one in the house

you felt like you could trust him, that he actually had a heart

maybe, just maybe, he was being forced to play along too, maybe he was being held captive

you could tell by the pained look in his eyes when he saw you being scolded by chan for trying to run away

which is why you came to him with your plan.

“felix,” you pulled him into the laundry room, “i think i’m gonna run away.”

“you’re going to what?”

“you need to help me. we can act like we’re together so that bang chan doesn’t get suspicious.”

his eyes were wide, crazed, as he shoved you against the wall, harnessing strength that you didn’t think could come out of the soft boy.

a knife was pulled against your throat, the harsh metal digging into your skin.

“you are never going to run away from daddy and your children, mom. you should forget about it,” his deep voice boomed throughout the house

KIM SEUNGMIN.

seungmin really didn’t seem all that attached to you like the other boys

but he was quite the troublemaker

chan would call you to scold him for teasing the others or to break up arguments

he was definitely exhausting to deal with

“minnie! don’t call hyunjin that!” or “what did i say about throwing food?”

what was the most agitating is that both seungmin and chan seemed to enjoy it, as if they had decided that the family needed a troublemaker.

he would stick his tongue out at you, egging you on, thinking that you wouldn’t do anything just because you didn’t want to be his real mom.

“go to your room!” you would yell, as chan smiled behind you, “or i’ll have to drag you in there!”

“fine!” he would groan out in defeat, slamming his door behind him.

“good job, my sweetheart,” chan would praise into your ear, “you’re finally acting like the mother that you are. but hyunjin is crying because of seungmin’s words now, would you be a darling and go comfort him?”

YANG JEONGIN.

as the youngest of the boys, everyone seemed to deem him as the most important thing in the world

you could admit that he was definitely adorable

but the way that the others treated him was unbearably obnoxious

“can you cut up jeongin’s food?” chan would ask you sweetly, his arms wrapping around your waist in the kitchen

you grimaced, thankful that chan couldn’t see your face, “of course my love.”

cutting up food for a twenty-one year old was something that you never thought you’d have to do

but as long as nobody else died, you would do it.

“can i have apple juice?” “can i have the smallest fork?”

it was never-ending with the babying of the person that you couldn’t see as anything but a full grown man.

but at night, you would find him slithering in between you and your husband, his chest replacing chan’s against your back and hot breath against your ear

“you love me, right, mom? don’t you love baby jeongin?”

[jackhues]

(mockingbird au!) family - jack hughes, platonic!quinn hughes

concept: y/n had a shitty relationship with her dad growing up. knowing this, quinn steps up as an older brother/dad figure, always making sure y/n knows they're loved and part of the family (loosely based off of mockingbird by eminem)

idea credits: @babydollmarauders this is my fav thing ever ily for thinking of it <3

notes: this is an au! so i've got LOTS of ideas for this, and i don't think i can fit it all in one fic. basically, what's gonna happen is this is one scenario of quinn being an older brother figure, and many more will come. you guys can request certain scenarios, and even with other hughes siblings just showcasing their dynamic (just specify ur request is for the au!) also, there's gonna be a lot more build up with how quinn cares for the reader, so be ready for that in the upcoming parts

mockingbird! au request rules!

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gif not mine!

“wait for me!”

jack kissed your cheek quickly, “i love you, see you soon!” running towards the boys that were already outside and waiting on him.

you were spending the summer in michigan with your boyfriend, jack. you’d hung out with his family and friends a few times before and for some reason, managed to fit in better with them then with most of your real family.

jack was going wakesurfing with his brothers and friends, leaving you and ellen hughes to spend a girls’ day together.

“you sure you don’t want to come?” quinn asked you, walking at a leisure pace even though he was late. you weren’t sure if he didn’t realize he was late, or just didn’t care.

“i’m good,” you laughed a bit. “i’d rather not be the only girl out there today. we all know i’d be the babysitter.”

“of course, quinn’s got that position because you’re not there,” ellen grinned, holding out a hand for the maple syrup.

you passed it to her, giving quinn a suspicious glance, “you just want me to come because you don’t want to babysit? wow, q, just wow,” you shook your head in disappointment.

quinn rolled his eyes lightly, grabbing a waffle and shoving it in his mouth. “no, seriously, y/n. i won’t make you babysit anyone. if they die, that’s on them. you’d enjoy coming with us. we’re heading out on the boat, going wakesurfing, and we’ll probably swim a bit before heading home. it’s gonna be a chill day, you won’t have to babysit.”

you thought about it, but shook your head, “thanks for the offer, q. but… i’ve got a very fun day planned with my mother over here.”

ellen smiled, blowing a kiss in your direction before sticking her tongue out at quinn.

“okay, but you still need to learn how to wakesurf,” he told you. “it’s a life skill, especially for a hughes. you’ve got to learn. tomorrow, i’m taking you, jack, and luke out to the lake. you better be ready.”

“you should be ready,” you told him, motioning towards the door. “the rest of the boys are gone already.”

quinn made a face, looking towards the door. 

“shit!” his jaw dropped, finally realizing everyone else had gone. he pressed a quick kiss to his mother and your heads, rushing out the door to catch up with them.

you and ellen shared an exasperated look, laughing.

“he’s too funny,” you muttered.

“he would’ve been on time if he hadn’t spent so long trying to convince you to join them,” ellen pointed out.

“careful, mama hughes,” you tried not to laugh. “you’re letting your favourite child show.”

she laughed loudly at that, “oh please! the boys know you’ve been my favourite since the second jack brought you home. they’ve all accepted it at this point.”

you took another bite of your breakfast, laughing along as you and ellen spoke about anything and everything. 

you’d never had a relationship like this with your mother: one where you could speak freely, laugh loudly, and just be happy. she tried to be good, you knew that, but it wasn’t easy. with your father and his controlling personality, there wasn’t much your mother could do for you. you’d forgiven her for how she dismissed his actions through the years, but you weren’t ready to keep your relationship with her.

your dad on the other hand, you hadn’t forgiven him nor were you ready to accept a father-daughter relationship with him. he was distant growing up, never really there for you. he’d comment on what you wore, who you went out with, what you did. every little thing he could find a flaw in, he’d bring it up with you.

with it just being the three of you, you’d never experienced a love like you did with the hughes family.

ellen and jim were closer to you than you were with your own parents. they dropped you off to your first university volleyball game, wishing you luck and cheering you on in the crowd. they showed up to every playoff game, searching for you before to wish you luck and finding you after to tell you how proud they were.

luke was the ‘baby’ of the family, showered with love by absolutely everyone. when you and jack began dating, he was a little jealous of all the attention you’d been receiving, but the second you told off jack for bothering luke, he’d accepted you wholeheartedly. 

jack was your best friend, your other half. he understood you better than everyone, and he made sure to put his knowledge to use. whether you had a bad day, or just wanted a hug, he was always there to put everything aside for you.

quinn was like the older brother you never had. the way he looked out for you, dedicated time to teach you new things (like how to change a tire), you felt accepted. you weren’t sure how much jack told him about your relationship with your dad, but sometimes it felt like quinn tried to show everything you missed out on and was determined to make it up to  you.

it was the small things, but every hughes member made you feel like you were one of them.

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“okay, now stand,” quinn instructed.

“easier said than done,” you muttered, sitting on top of the board.

quinn had decided that the first step to you learning how to wakesurf was to get you to stand on the board. which sounded easy enough, but was proving to be a difficult task thanks to the waves.

you, jack, quinn, and luke had taken the boat out, preparing you for your first wake surfing lesson. jack and luke were currently out in the water, wake surfing as quinn tried to teach you the basics.

“look at me,” quinn told you. he got up on his own board, adjusting his body as the waves threatened to topple him over. “it’s like any sport,” he told you. “sometimes you fall, but that’s okay. as long as you get back up, you’re going to be fine. come on, y/n. you can do it.”

you hesitated, but of course quinn knew exactly how to get you to agree. you thought back to your childhood - learning how to skate with your friends and falling over more times than you could remember, or scraping your knees every time you went to dive in volleyball, or countless other times you were forced to get back up.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!” luke and jack chanted as they took the boat past you two.

you laughed, feeling a surge of confidence at their enthusiasm.

taking a deep breath, you got up on the board, nearly flipping over as a wave caught you.

“i got you,” quinn waded over to help you. he adjusted the board, holding it in place as you climbed back on it.

“wait, lemme try again,” you said, shooing quinn away.

“that’s what we’re here for today,” he grinned, moving back to let you on the board.

you got up again, lasting for about three seconds before falling over. it took a while, but as you kept trying, you kept getting better. the fact that luke kept speeding by while holding an ‘L’ out towards you spurred you on greatly.

“take that!” you yelled in his direction as you managed to stand on the board without falling for a solid amount of time.

quinn laughed, “think you’re ready for the boat?”

“fuck yeah!” you grinned, pumping your fist up, then promptly losing your balance.

the three boys laughed, helping you get set up on the board. quinn took the wheel, not trusting jack to drive the boat at the exact speed he wanted. luke had his phone out, ready to record the whole thing. the middle hughes leaned over the back of the boat, giving you pointers and encouraging you.

“all you need to do is get back up,” jack reminded you, squeezing your hand.

“if i fall off, don’t laugh,” you told him, getting a little nervous at the realization that you’d never done anything like this before. it looked fun whenever you saw the guys do it, but the idea of you flying off the back had somehow rooted itself in your brain.

“in the impossible chance that you fall off, i will sacrifice my very perfectly tousled hair to jump into the water and save you,” jack promised. 

"wow, big words, j."

you grinned lightly, knowing all three of the boys would go after you if you fell off.

quinn started the boat, causing you to stumble slightly.

“you all right?” he called from the boat.

you shot a thumbs up, grinning as you began to get used to the motion. you’d gone surfing before with the hughes, and this was quite similar to it. as quinn noticed you get more comfortable, he sped up a bit, allowing you to try some beginner tricks.

jack cheered you on, leaning so far over the edge of the boat, he almost fell over into the water. luke, who was recording the whole thing, began to laugh so hard, he tripped over his own feet and lay on the ground, still laughing.

you began to feel your own balance waver as you tried not to laugh at the scene. you waved a hand, calling for quinn to stop the boat. jack helped you up into the boat, giving you a kiss and whispering how proud he was.

“what’s wrong? did you get hurt? did you have fun? is it too hard?” quinn made his way towards you, lost as he’d missed the encounter with the boys.

“i’m fine, i’m fine,” you promised, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were grinning. “i was just - these two are idiots, and i can’t stop laughing.”

luke still lay on the deck of the boat, laughing again at the reminder.

“i didn’t want to fall off because they’re making me laugh,” you told quinn. “but that was so much fun! if it weren’t for the other two, i’d be doing better tricks than the rest of you ever could.”

luke scoffed, before playing the video of jack nearly falling into the water again and laughing.

jack rolled his eyes, grabbing his younger brother and sticking him in a headlock.

you turned back to quinn, a little surprised that you weren’t even shocked when the hughes began wrestling each other.

the first time you saw jack jump on luke and wrestle him, you’d thought they were insane. then quinn told you that’s just how brothers act, before grabbing both of them in a headlock and sending them off.

“you were good out there, y/n/n,” he grinned, patting your head. “by the end of the summer, you’ll be better than the rest of us. trust me.”

you grinned, “thanks, quinn. i wouldn’t have the guts to get on that board if you didn’t convince me. like, if there’s ever a problem with the whole hockey player thing, you’d make an amazing pay-by-the-hour older brother.”

quinn laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. “meh, i’d much rather be an older brother to my family. even if i don’t get paid while doing it.” he made a face at the sight of luke trying to wriggle his way out of the headlock and jack whispering furiously in his ear, “speaking of not getting paid for being an older brother, that’s my cue to break them up.”

you sat against the seat, smiling to yourself at the sight of the boys just being boys. one of quinn’s sentences made you grin from ear to ear. 

he said he’d much rather be an older brother to his family. he’d included you in that.

you were family.

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Never Steal From The Devil : Kaz Brekker x Reader

Part 2

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Kaz’s hardened eyes narrowed in on Evrin as she spun around with shock.

Upon seeing Kaz, the only one not tailored, her surprised look changed to that of anger. She attempted to spin around and charge at him. But, she fell on her face when Kaz swiped his cane out in front of her. She growled and stood back up, her eyes dashing between Nina and Kaz, “You lied to me!”.

Nina felt a little bad until she remembered this girl was likely a culprit in the attack on Y/n. “I didn’t lie, dear” Nina corrected. She shrugged casually as she waved her hand around, “there’s more of the lotion here”. Nina pursed her lips as she added, “I didn’t promise Dirtyhands Brekker wouldn’t be here as well”. Nina didn’t bother to mention she hadn’t told the girl that the lotion wouldnt even work, that was irrelevant at the moment.

Evrin snapped her gaze to Kaz, “why? What do you want?”

Kaz pointed to the wooden chair and waited until Evrin sat before he approached. His eyes were dark as he peered down at her, “don’t ask stupid questions”.

The girl rolled her eyes, “fine. So, what do expect to get from me?”

Kaz tapped the top of his cane as he rose an eyebrow at her.

“Do you actually expect me just to cave and tell you where The Shadow is because of your murderous glare?” the girl rambled.

Kaz smirked at the mention of y/n’s nickname. He kept smirking as he shook his head, “no, that would be too easy”. Kaz’s pleased hum almost sounded like a menacing purr, “almost as easy as getting you to admit you know that information in the first place”. His smirk grew as the girl’s eyes widened in realization of her slip up.

Evrin’s eyes squinted in anger as she looked away from him, as if that would help her from what was coming her way.

Kaz waved his hand as he motioned for Nina to let Jesper enter from his spot behind the kitchen door.

Jesper walked out immediately, his pistols pulled from their holsters as he walked over to the girl. He wasn’t a big fan of having a role in this, but Kaz told him it wouldn’t be worse than anything he’d had him do before.

Evrin scoffed as she watched Jesper approach. “What, you’re going to shoot me? That’ll get the information out me really well when I’m dead” She mocked.

Kaz halfway rolled his eyes as he casually motioned for Jesper to move forward with the plan.

The sharpshooter pointed one pistol at the girl, his finger on the trigger. Jesper resisted the urge to close his eyes in fear of the off chance he missed as he curled his trigger finger backwards. The bullet dislodged from the chamber, and thanks to Jesper’s skills it lodged itself in the thin strip of wood from the chair peaking out beside the girl’s good arm. He intentionally nicked her skin with the edge of the bullet; as Kaz had directed. The blood slowly dropping from the graze as the girl gasped.

“Careful, I don’t need you alive to get the information” Kaz said coldly. He smirked again when Evrin’s eyes showed him her panic and confusion. “You see, Judson Basu,” he began, smirk widening as he saw her panic growing at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. Kaz continued, “stole something from me, so I figure I’d steal something from him”.

“She’s still alive! I swear!” Evrin panicked.

Kaz hummed, “I have no doubt of that. Y/n is far more capable than your group gives her credit for”. He quickly covered his statement, “all of my crows are”. Kaz stepped even closer to the girl as he narrowed his eyes. “But, I don’t have the time to wait for her to break her way out. I have business to attend to” He said, neglecting to mention that the business was ensuring y/n’s recovery and peace. “So I figured, I’d give your little lover,” Kaz mocked, “the chance to come rescue you in exchange for my Crow”.

Evrin swallowed as a look of uncertainty flashed over her features.

“Mmm I know that look” Kaz stated, tapping his cane on the floor. “You seem like a smart girl” he lied, “surely you know Judson is not coming for you”.

Evrin glanced around at the faces in the room, hoping one of them would find that Kaz gone too far and help her. But, she was met with almost bored expressions. His Crows were used to far worse than this.

“I sent word to Judson,” Kaz checked his pocket watch, “quite a while ago. It seems he wants to make things difficult for the both of us”. Kaz hummed, “I can’t blame him, I doubted someone like Judson would willingly trade The Shadow for someone who is merely his sexual partner”.

“Kaz,” Nina hissed.

Evrin looked down at her lap quietly.

Kaz had seemingly picked up on Evrin’s insecurity and hit it head on. He rolled his eyes at Nina as he kept his eyes on Evrin. “Which is why I believe we can come to an arrangement” Kaz suggested.

It was clear Evrin was hesitant, but she still nodded, knowing it was her only hope.

“If you tell me where The Shadow is, I’ll make it so that you can to do as you wish to Judson” Kaz offered. He smirked, “allow you to seek revenge in the way you see fit”.

Evrin looked at everyone in the room as she thought it over.

Kaz could tell by her eyes the moment she’d reached her decision. The words soon came pouring out of her traitorous mouth, much to Kaz’s pleasure. Once he’d gotten the location out of her, he sent Nina out to inform Inej so The Wraith could check on the reliability of the confession.

Kaz turned back to the girl as Evrin tried to stand. He quickly shoved her back down with the blunt end of his cane as he pressed it against her torso at a steep angle.

Even squinted at him in utter confusion. Nonetheless she elected to stay silent upon seeing the look in Kaz’s eyes.

“Where were you?” Kaz asked.

“What?” Evrin hiccuped.

“What did I say about stupid questions?” Kaz groaned, pushing the beak on the Crow’s head of his cane into her sternum. “Where were you?” He repeated.

“When we captured The Shadow?” Evrin asked quietly.

Kaz only tilted his head slightly as he waited.

“I, umm…” Evrin stumbled. She knew better than to lie, but perhaps she could somehow evade the question. Unfortunately for her Kaz knew better.

Kaz’s cane swiftly rose in the air before a swooshing sound cut through the silence as he flicked his wrist to the side. He knew Jesper and Nina had watched in silent horror over his action. Yet, Kaz was sickly pleased as his cane forced Evrin’s head to whip aggressively to the right, her skin now bright red.

“You were there” Kaz stated, stepping closer. He lifted her head up sharply with the end of his cane, his piercing gaze burning into her eyes. “You aren’t just Judson’s girlfriend” Kaz stated.

Nina and Jesper exchanged a confused look behind his back. Whatever was going on, there hadn’t been informed of.

“You were there, you helped drug her” Kaz said, his voice scarily empty despite the burning rage in his eyes. His fingers hooked into his pocket as he withdrew a blade from his coat. Kaz didn’t spare a second thought before he plunged the blade into the girl’s bad arm; knowing it now had enough sensation in it -thanks to Nina- for it to hurt.

It was a cheap shot, but one he thought she should be used to; after all there was a reason everyone tried to go for his bad leg. Evrin didn’t seem to have learned her lesson, or else she was too privileged to have experienced such assaults. Otherwise she would’ve seen it coming but the disgust and shock in her eyes showed that to not be the case.

Kaz’s anger grew as he recalled how Evrin hadn’t spared y/n such a privilege. His blade was curved at the tip and he allowed it to sink into her arm enough to grip the muscles inside before he tilted the hook backwards and pulled it out. “You call yourself svyatoy, the holy, or Saint” Kaz hissed. “Consider this to be my mercy, if you must. But it’s merely because I don’t break my deals” He defended as he stepped back.

“Since you believe in the Saints and an afterlife, you can get your revenge on Judson there” Kaz tsked, walking towards his sharpshooter.

“He’s dead?!” Evrin asked.

Kaz grabbed one of Jesper’s guns directly from his hand. He spared a small glance over his shoulder at Evrin, “he will be”.

Evrin wasn’t given the chance to speak. Instead, the girl’s response was cut short by the echo of Jesper’s gun just as Kaz faced forward again. “Let’s go” he stated casually.

Nina signaled for Wylan to drop his post guarding the back door as Jesper and her followed after Kaz. They all shared a knowing look. They should’ve known Dirtyhands always had more to the plan than they’d ever know in advance.

“Kaz, we want to help her too” Wylan complained over them having been left in the dark as to who Evrin was.

“Yeah, why keep us in the dark?” Nina groaned, grabbing Matthias’s hand.

Kaz silently shook his head as they trudged on, headed in the direction of where Evrin had disclosed.

If it was the wrong direction, Inej would be able to find them easily and redirect them along the way.

“I will not allow this to go awry” was all Kaz said, his tone clipped.

“Awry, as in killing our source of intel?” Wylan hissed.

“The girl’s dead?” Matthias asked.

“She’s the one who drugged y/n” Nina whispered to Matthias in explanation.

“Kaz didn’t need her intel,” Jesper suggested. “Did you?” He asked Kaz rhetorically. Kaz gave him a look that made Jesper grin with pride over having cracked the mystery that was Kaz’s actions.

“I don’t follow” Nina complained.

“I knew she was involved,” Kaz groaned. He wanted them to shut up so he could focus on the next step. If explaining his actions this one was what it took, fine.

“Okay…” Wylan trailed off.

“She was always going to be killed” Nina realized and Kaz nodded briefly in response.

“She got off easy, actually,” Jesper commented. Kaz shot him a glare, “she’s not my main target. I don’t have time to waste on her. We got what we needed”.

“And if she hadn’t answered?” Matthias questioned.

“She was going to” Kaz stated simply.

Matthias initially heard the response as egotistical. But as he saw the look in Kaz’s eyes that he’d had in the office days before and realized Kaz was right. Kaz would’ve gotten the information from the girl one way or another. Kaz just managed to work it out so it was obtained quickly. Matthias had no doubt Kaz would’ve loved to spend more time exacting revenge on Evrin.

But Matthias knew that the one thing, the only thing, that could make Kaz completely change his goals, got in the way of exacting revenge against Evrin; y/n. Matthias realized Kaz had chosen the chance to limit the time of y/N’s captivity -and likely related torture- over the chance for more revenge.

Kaz Brekker was truly in charge of Dirtyhands when it came to this heist thus far. Yet, anyone could tell Kaz had no problem utilizing the skills he’d formed as Dirtyhands to reach his goal.

Which was good, because during the several days it had taken for him and his Crows to get this far, y/n had been through hell.

The rebel group has tried every tactic they could think of. And it was all clearly written on her body now. The wound on y/n’s leg was surely infected by now, as it hadn’t been properly cleaned or closed. Her face and torso had bruises from the far too many punches and kicks they’d been subjected to. Saints, the group had even forced y/n’s head under a bucket of ice water until she passed out.

Y/n couldn’t recall exactly when she realized it, but she’d come to conclude that the group wasn’t truly trying to extract information from her. She sensed they’d enjoy the opportunity to do so should it come, but their clear intention was more so on her torture. They were even bold enough to try and inflict psychological harm on her. It might have worked had the attacks not been directed at Kaz.

Judson and his crew kept claiming Kaz wasn’t coming. And, given it had been at least five days since she’d awoken, perhaps y/n was truly delusional in her steady optimism that they were wrong. But, she knew if she caved in and allowed herself to accept that possibility it would be over. And despite how tired she was, y/n refused to give in, even if it meant her torture would stop. Y/n knew how to stay alive, and right now the hope that Kaz was on his way to her was what kept her fighting to stay alive.

That remained true even as y/n hung at an uncomfortable angle. Her ankles shackled to a long chain connected to the wall as her wrists were bound and schackled to the ceiling. Y/n’s body had long since given out despite her mind’s best protests and she was now dangling from the ceiling, the metal restraints being the only thing holding her up. Her wrists were beyond sore, having been rubbed raw. They’d even started bleeding from the friction and the pressure of her body begging to give into gravity.

Y/n only ever got brief relief when they’d lower her arms from the lock above so she could eat the scraps of they’d feed her to keep her alive for more torture. They were always wary of it, as technically it meant a better chance at her escaping. Not that it mattered. Even if she’d somehow been able to manage to stay standing and get out of the shackles that kept her hands above her head (or stand up while lowered from above to eat) the long chain at her ankle kept her tethered to the wall so she couldn’t go further than a few feet from her current spot.

Inej found the crows quickly and Kaz knew from the look in her eyes that she’d found y/n’s location. He felt a small squeeze in his heart before it sped up and he had to take shorter breaths. He was so close. If he handled the bext steps correctly y/n would be home, safe, with him. Kaz had to let go and let Dirtyhands take control. Y/n needed Dirtyhands to rescue her. Kaz could return after she was safe to try and console her.

Kaz’s eyes darkened as he turned to his group. “You know the rules. You know the plan. Any deviation from it and you’re done for” He warned as he turned around and began speed walking limping to the place Inej had come from. Kaz was slightly impressed Inej had listened to his order for her to not intervene upon seeing y/n should she have been there. Kaz couldn’t trust anyone else to handle this. He could handle it on his own if need be. He didn’t mind help from his Crows. But, he refused to risk putting the whole outcome in their hands. Dirtyhands had a plan and he wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in the way of that.

“Kaz,” Inej whispered against the wind beating into their faces as they marched. “It’s bad” she told him, “it’s really bad”. Inej watched as Kaz’s jaw tightened and his pace somehow quickened. She hadn’t tried to handle it herself, there were far too many people involved for her alone. So she obeyed Kaz’s orders despite the guilt of leaving y/n behind for a bit. Inej’s guilt was fixed by the mercilessly determined and vengeful eyes of the man beside her. There was no doubt in her mind that Kaz was the best person to go in and get y/n out. They just had to get there quick enough.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

tw: imprisonment but not abduction?, dub-con touching, birthday fic!, abduction

A/N: I ACTUALLY GOT IT OUT IN JUNE HOLY SHIT (June 29th….11pm)

”Dear~” Fuck him “Come on, What’s the harm in a little indulgence?” Fuck him “How upsetting!” Fuck him

Fuck him. And the scene unfolding, it could have been worse, it could always be worse. But ever since Hisoka showed up in your apartment one day—years pass, and soon enough you need up in your current predicament in his home—he would always stop by on his birthday, not always on yours, but always making sure to give you a nice toxic dose of him on his special day.

“I don’t want to engage in emotional warfare, I don’t want to do this” He lets a theatrical sigh out, continuing to drape himself across the King bed in the middle of the room(his room, he’d been somewhat not truly caring of when you set up your own space, up until he started coming home more) wrinkling what you’d perfected a few hours before.

“Just relax, all I’m asking is for some time today! I’ve never much celebrated my birthday before you, especially in my youngest years, wouldn’t now be a perfect to time to start? ♡” you let your eyes wander yonder, to the dozens of stacks of playing cards sitting the closet, and the hole in the curtains, anything to avoid giving him the satisfaction.

“ignoring me won’t work, we both know~ I’d thought you learned from the last few times” he was right, as per usual, but yet your ability to see that escaped you again. “Plus I…I thought I wasn’t allowed in public” “indeed, but I figured you wouldn’t protest to going to dinner? There’s no need to be so worried! I’m not planning anything” but it always felt like you knew he was lying, because half the time he was

it had always been difficult; trying to discern between what was real or not, whether it’s a cruel joke when he tells you he loves you or not is still a mystery. And yet, he tells you often, sometimes when your awake or sitting on the couch just thinking, or baking or cooking, but sometimes it’s late into the night when you’re asleep—unable to know that he does mean it, especially when he sleeps with your frame next to him. So vulnerable that some primal part of him just wants to hide you like a dragon and it’s jewels

♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

“You look lovely!” Hisokas smile digs into your very soul, as per usual. His driving slower than normal, purposeful, he’s trying to make you angry. You focus on the light rain, not daring to question him as he drives up a mountain

“I believe we’ve arrived” You exit the car, keeping your head down until you hear him rustling in the trunk, pulling out a picnic basket and a blanket that was barely big enough for the two of you. “You want to have…a picnic? At 12 at night?” “Is that a problem?” His voice loud in contrast to the sounds of the forest.

He sets the basket down, and gestures for you to sit next to him, pulling a store-bought cake a pack of generic candles out of the twine basket. “How are you going to light them?” Normally you’d just let him figure it out, but the face he made when he realized made it obvious he hasn’t exactly thought of it. “Hmm, close your eyes” you close your eyes, like a giddy kid waiting for a gift, but when you opened them the candles were lit and aflame. “A magician never reveals his tricks~” the flame burned as silence filled the moment, quiet crickets and what must have been a small stream taking the place of any conversation.

“Make a wish, Hisoka” you loosely motion towards the cake “I wish for-“ “Don’t tell me! It won’t come true if you do!” You hadn’t meant to say it, but he didn’t seem to mind as he blew them out with a giggle almost too innocent for the monster he was.

“To many more years of hell, I guess” he wraps his arm around you, not bristling like you used to at the touch. “To many more, now, would you care for a bit of champagne?” Picking a bottle of champagne and a glass out of the basket—you wonder how it didn’t break on the bumpy drive up—“alright”.

He pours the glass generously, filled entirely to the brim “I told you I wasn’t tricking you, dearest!” You side eye him “Oh shut it…” the words are muttered and soft as you try to enjoy the night sky full of stars

“To think one moment was all it took for our paths to intertwine? Truly a coincidental fate.”

Coincidental indeed

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TIME TO WRITE A STORY ON THE SPOT!! WOOOOOOO

Basically, you missed Mr Puzzles’ birthday, and only found out a week later. ENJOY!!

You were panicking. How could you forget his birthday?! Well, he never said anything about it before but still, it was a friend’s responsibility to know birthdays!

So you’d run to the store, gotten a cake (you found one that was TV themed, shockingly enough) and got him a “world’s best friend” trophy and a new video camera for his filming. It was expensive, but hopefully it would be worth it…

You’d also decided that the first video on the camera would be his reaction to the surprise gifts, for memories sake.

So when you made it over to the abandoned warehouse where he frequently spent his time, you made sure that everything was ready and neatly packaged before knocking on the door. You started recording.

There was silence for a moment, and just before you could knock again the door opened to reveal the familiar TV head. He must have been in a pretty bad mood before hand, cause the first thing you were met with was an angry “What?!”

Though quickly realizing it was just you, he calmed down, the angry expression on his screen immediately switching to one of shock. “Oh, it’s just you.” He studied the video camera and the gift packaging for a moment, a wary yet almost amused look appearing on his screen. “What’s all this, [Y/N]?”

You had a big smile on your face once he calmed down a bit, and held out the trophy and the cake to Mr Puzzles. “Since I missed your actual birthday, figured I’d make it up to you?”

It was clear he hadn’t registered the situation entirely yet, but when he did the screen flickered to a sad expression, though in this context it was clear it was more of a happy-sad. “You… did this for me?” It was a rare emotional moment for the TV head, a stark contrast to his usual perfectionism and obsession with his shows. He looked directly to the video camera next, at the moment unaware of it recording. Well, probably. “What, next you’re gonna say that this is for me too?” He sounded almost disbelieving, like he didn’t want to get his hopes up, and yet hopeful all at once.

You chuckled softly, nodding in response. “Yep aaaand yep! It’s for you! By the way, it miiiiiight be recording?” You gave an almost sheepish smile while Mr Puzzles’s screen took on a look of shock, and you laughed while he scrambled to grab the video camera to check and see that it was, in fact, recording.

“Happy late birthday, Mr Puzzles.” You added on as a different variation of the sad expression took over his screen, this time more emotionally touched, like this was the best thing to have happened in god knows how long. Though of course, being the drama queen he is, he quickly recovered, that stupid grin on his face again.

“Ah! I know what we could do! You could help me with this new film idea that I’ve been working on!” You had to cut him off before he went on a rant about the idea though, pointing out the cake and the trophy you’d gotten him too.

“Hey, you’re missing out on more stuff, goof!” Mr Puzzles’s attention was snapped to the boxed cake and the trophy, which he noticed what the trophy was for upon closer inspection and his screen flickered between the overjoyed smile and the other alteration of sadness, like the mixed emotions visualized.

“World’s best friend…” Mr Puzzles read aloud, then the smile became a permanent resident on his screen. “I.. thank you.” He seemed genuinely at a loss for words, so much so that he wasn’t trying to cover this up as some dramatic scene in a movie. This was truly a rare experience.

After a brief moment of silence as Mr Puzzles soaked in the moment, he quickly invited you inside and kicked aside some scattered props. You were lead over to a small table, which had some leftover birthday decorations presumably from his own celebration. He set the cake box down on the table, and while he worked on cutting some slices for the two of you with a bright smile on his tv screen, you took the opportunity to ask a question.

“Did you… celebrate alone..?” The question made him pause, and his lack of a response was enough of an answer. You sighed softly and put a hand on his shoulder, dragging his attention back to you.

“Well, you don’t have to celebrate alone anymore… okay?” More silence from Mr Puzzles, though his screen betrayed his reaction… emotional. You pulled him into a hug, to which after a moment of buffering he eventually reciprocated, holding on like you were a fragile piece of art.

After the hug was eventually broken, he held up a plate with a slice of the cake for you, which you gratefully accepted. The two of you spent the rest of the time eating cake and talking about his new ideas.

[lavndrystudios]

the feels

pairing: sunoo x reader, jay x reader

characters: kim sunoo, jay park (enha), lee heeseung, shin yuna, lee chaeryeong, yang jungwon, nishimura riki, jang wonyoung

word count: ~4.6k

warnings: school au, bad writing, title kinda has nothing to do with the story, jungwon and chaeryeong like each other for plot purposes, i tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible but if there’s anything i should change let me know!, i have no idea how hair dye works, basically sunoo likes you but you like jay

an; this is my first story! i’d appreciate if you guys would let me know what you think, i kinda wanna start posting my stuff on here! i have a part two written if anyone is interested in that (maybe i'll post it anyway even if no one is interested lol). feedback is appreciated and i hope you guys like it! :)

You let out sigh of relief as you drop into your usual seat at the lunch table. You do a mental head count of who is already there as you take your lunch out of your book bag.

Yuna, Chaeryeong, Jay, Jungwon, Heeseung, and-.

You.

I don’t know you.

And it must show on your face that you don’t know this person because Jay elbows you in the side before whispering, “you’re staring.”

You jolt out of your daze and continue to unpack your lunch, greeting your other friends with smiles. Heeseung speaks up first.

He clears his throat. “Guys, this is Sunoo. He just moved here and he’s in my history class. Everyone be nice to him.”

Yuna scoffs. “Be nice? When have you ever known me to not be nice?”

“You pushed me down the stairs last week,” Jay counters.

“You posted that video of me dancing in my sleep after I asked you not to,” Jungwon adds.

“Literally this morning you forgot my name and called me Heechul,” Heeseung pouts.

“You all are so ungrateful,” Yuna interjects. “You know what I call that? Friendship. People would kill to have a friendship like that with me.”

“If they’re willing to kill to be friends with you, then maybe you deserve them,” Chaeryeong mumbles. Yuna’s jaw drops open.

You decide to step in before things start to escalate. “Hi Sunoo, I’m Y/N, and I promise we’re not always this crazy,” you say. His eyes sparkle, and he giggles.

“Okay, nice to meet you, Y/N.” You nod.

“Likewise.” Off to the side, Heeseung smirks at Sunoo. Sunoo just blushes and looks down at his food.

***

You sip from your water bottle lazily as you sit to the side and watch your friends’ dance practice. They’re joined by newcomer Sunoo, who is surprisingly very flexible. He picks up the moves quickly and seems to fit right into your friend group. You tell him such when he sits down next to you during their water break.

He bears a big grin after you do. His ears turn red as he mumbles out a thank you. You smile back at him, happy to have made him happy with your compliment.

“Do you dance?” He asks, changing the topic.

You sigh. “Yes and no? It’s sorta complicated.” You chuckle to try and ease the tension.

“Yes and no?,” he repeats. His eyes are genuine and wide, curiosity evident in them. He seems like he really wants to know. So you tell him.

“I used to. A lot, actually. In middle school and during my freshman year. Then when sophomore year hit, a family member of mine had a big health scare. They haven’t really…been the same ever since. I stopped dancing to make time to take care of them, and I sorta lost confidence in myself.” You begin to fiddle with your shoelaces, feeling suddenly very shy. “Everyone else improved so much while I was gone, I figured I could never catch up. So, I just quit.” You let out a long breath after you finished. You didn’t realize just how much you had been holding in. You chance a glance at Sunoo, and he looks understanding. Not pitious, but genuinely understanding. He nods solemnly.

“I’m sorry you went through that. I don’t mean to invalidate your experience, but I can kinda understand what you went through. I, myself, have always had some problems with my health.” He picks at his nails before continuing, his voice small. “In fact, right before I moved here I had to have major surgery. I couldn’t dance for a couple months afterwards. Going back was really scary, especially when I knew that it wasn’t guaranteed that I’d be completely healthy afterwards. Even still, I have to take a lot of breaks when I dance, but I try to not let fear stop me from doing what I love.” Your heart tightens, and you realize that the boy in front of you is more than just sunshine and giggles. He’s a person, with true problems. How he chooses to face them, though, is what makes him different from most.

“I’ve actually…never told anyone that since moving out here. I don’t want anyone to look at me any differently,” he continues with a sour smile on his face. You reach out and put a hand on his shoulder. He looks at it worriedly before looking at you. You smile at him as gently as you can.

“I don’t see you any differently than who you are, and I’m sure that no one else will either, if you decide to tell them.” His smile turns sweet, into the one you’re more used to seeing on him.

“I’ve never told anyone about my family member before either. I didn’t want them to worry.” You eye your friends when you say this, calming down when you see them still laughing together on the other side of the room. “I just told them I felt like it wasn’t time for me to rejoin the team, and while they don’t know everything that’s going on, I think they understand. That’s just the kind of people they are. They’ll care for you, no matter what you tell or do for them in return.” You turn back to Sunoo, who’s already looking at you, a thoughtful smile on his face. You try to match his look, but Yuna calls him back before you can.

“Hey, Sir Smiles-a-Lot, let’s get back to work.” His eyes widen in surprise, and he scrambles up to get back in formation. He arrives in his spot next to Jungwon, who pokes him with his elbow and whispers something in Sunoo’s ear. Sunoo pushes Jungwon off with an embarrassed grin on his face, shaking his head. You chuckle at their antics.

***

Riki is an idiot. You have to refrain yourself from telling him such as you stay behind in the chemistry classroom, finishing the lab that he was joking so much during that the two of you didn’t finish your experiment. You grumble under your breath once you finish, packing your stuff and all but sprinting away from him. You spare a glance behind you at him, and he looks completely unbothered, hands in his pockets as he whistles down the hallway. You roll your eyes.

When you reach the cafeteria doors you slow down, smoothing over your outfit before calmly walking in. You spot your friends across the room and wave, but they don’t notice you. Instead, they’re leaned in towards Sunoo, whose face is sheepish as he talks. He’s fighting a smile, while everyone else bears smirks. Their conversation becomes clearer as you get closer.

“I dunno, she just makes me happy. But please, don’t tell her. I’m not ready,” you hear from Sunoo.

You calmly take your usual seat across from Sunoo, pulling your lunch out of your backpack. Usually, Jay fills you in on what you missed when you arrive late to a conversation, so the fact that he’s oddly quiet right now is kind of concerning. (It’s one of the things you like about him.) That, and the fact that he usually can’t stay quiet for longer than a minute. (Something else you like about him.) No one speaks up, so you assume the conversation wasn’t meant for you to hear. You can’t say it doesn’t hurt, but you decide to respect their privacy.

The silence is killing me, though. Thankfully, someone walks into the cafeteria right at that moment.

“Hey, Jay; Wonyoung, 12 o’ clock,” you say as you notice Jay’s crush walk through the doors of the cafeteria. Everyone turns around to look at her. You are disappointed that you can’t deny that she’s beautiful. No one can.

Her long beachy waves flow behind her and her frame is toned and skinny. Her eyes are big and bright. She’s gorgeous. She’s everything Jay deserves.

“Who are we kidding? Jay can’t pull her,” Heeseung snorts. Sunoo furrows his eyebrows as he watches her sit at a table with her friends. Jay glares at Heeseung.

“I can and I will. Just you wait. A girl like her deserves a strong, awesome man like me,” he says with a confident, almost cocky smile. You pick at your lunch after that, suddenly not feeling as hungry. Sunoo notices. He grabs your right hand with his left and when your attention turns towards him, his eyes ask you if you’re okay. You nod and press your lips into a smile. You pray he doesn’t notice your eyes tearing up.

To your luck, he doesn’t, and nods back at you before returning to his food, but leaving his hand on yours. It trembles slightly, but comforts you nonetheless.

***

The lights are fluorescent in Sunoo’s bathroom. He’s perched on a stool in front of you. Next to you, Jay reads the instructions for the hair dye.

“Apply generously to the hair, then leave to set for 2 minutes. Rinse hair thoroughly with water and let air dry,” Jay relays. You nod your head before meeting Sunoo’s eyes in the mirror. He smiles at you. You wink at him. Jay watches.

“Okay…” he interrupts, his face in a grimace. “Let’s do this thing.” Sunoo quickly brushes his hair before shaking it out. You and Jay put on the plastic gloves included in the boxes of dye. You squeeze a sizable amount of the dye onto your hands, throwing a mischievous grin at the two boys as you do. You rub your hands together, hovering them over Sunoo’s head. You meet his eyes in the mirror once again.

“You ready?” you ask.

He swallows. Then nods. “Mhm.”

You press your hands onto his head, then start combing your fingers through it. Sunoo shivers once, then twice. You pause. ‘You good?,’ you ask with your eyes. He nods. You continue.

You and Jay stand on opposite sides of his head, combing the dye through Sunoo’s hair. He closes his eyes and hums in content. Music plays quietly from Jay’s phone, because according to him, it was “too quiet in here”.

You bop your head along lightly to the music as you work, before you feel a slight sense. You furrow your eyebrows and turn to the mirror to find Sunoo watching you with a slight smile on his face. He doesn’t turn away when you catch him, either. You shake your head with a smile and return to your work.

A couple of minutes later, you’re finishing up the last section of Sunoo’s hair when the doorbell rings.

“That’s probably Heeseung with the food. I’m done my side, I’ll go get it,” Jay says, taking off his gloves. He leaves the room to answer the door, leaving you and Sunoo in the bathroom.

You break the silence first. “So, why pink?,” you ask. Sunoo chuckles.

“I don’t really know. Just because?” He answers. “My mom always called me ‘her peach’, maybe that inspired it.” You stick out your bottom lip with a small laugh.

“You know what? I do see it, though!” You both laugh. It goes silent again. Sunoo has his lips pressed together. He looks to be deep in thought.

“Y/N, I need to tell you somethi-“ he starts.

“Can I see it?” Heeseung shouts, bursting into the bathroom. He gasps at Sunoo’s new hair, even though it hasn’t been rinsed yet. “It’s pink, I love it.” Sunoo laughs, although it sounds slightly forced.

“Is everyone else here yet?,” you ask. Heeseung nods.

“Yeah, they’re unpacking the food in the kitchen.” You drop your mouth open in faux shock.

“Make sure Jungwon doesn’t eat all the Hawaiian pizza! I know how he gets.” Heeseung laughs as he walks out the bathroom.

“Will do,” he throws back as he leaves.

You clap your hands together, finished with Sunoo’s hair. “All done!” He grins and claps his hands together, and you can’t deny it’s adorable. His eyes squint together and his cheeks puff out. You decide against poking them, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want to.

“Ready to rinse?,” you ask, and he nods enthusiastically. You lead him over to his tub and turn on the water while he kneels down. Once it’s warm, you guide his head under and begin rinsing out the excess dye. You comb your fingers through his strands and scratch his scalp lightly.

“Oh my god,” he mumbles. You chuckle.

“Feels nice?,” you ask.

“You have no idea,” he replies. “Especially because it’s you,” he adds softly.

You hesitate. “What does that mean?,” you ask with a small laugh.

“Everything.” He doesn’t continue, and you don’t press further. You turn off the water and Sunoo shakes out his hair. You laugh as droplets land on you, and shove him lightly. He smiles teasingly and takes the towel from your hands, drying his hair with it before resting it over his shoulders. He walks over to the mirror, checking out his new hair color. You put your hands on your hips beside him.

“So, what do you think?”

“I love it,” he says, and the smile on his face is huge as he does. He wraps you in a hug and squeezes tightly.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your neck. You hesitate, surprised, before responding and wrapping your arms back around him.

“Of course,” you reply, scratching the back of his head. He hums, and the two of you stay that way for a while.

Until Chaeryeong clears her throat.

You pull apart, turning to see her standing in the doorway, an awkward look on her face. “Uh, I was just wondering if you knew how to open the umbrella on your patio table,” she spoke out hesitantly, pointing weakly at Sunoo. “We’re about to head outside.”

Sunoo stands there facing her, oddly stiff for a second, and you can’t see the look on his face, but Chaeryeong sends him an apologetic one back. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m coming,” he says, finally.

“Okay, cool,” she sighs, pressing her back to the side of the doorway, letting him pass in front of her. She coughs awkwardly again before following him, and you wash your hands quickly before meeting everyone outside. You grab your slice of pizza and a soda can and bring it outside with you. Sunoo is tightening the umbrella into place, and everyone is talking and laughing with each other. Yuna listens intently as Jay tells a story, and Jungwon and Heeseung are joking with each other until Jungwon notices Chaeryeong’s presence. He waves her over with a smile, and she skips over to where he’s sitting. He wraps an arm around her waist before continuing to talk to Heeseung.

You smile fondly. You love your friends, and it brings you joy to see them happy and enjoying themselves like this. Sunoo comes over to stand next to you.

“What are you thinking?,” he asks. You turn to him and smile.

“I just love you guys,” you beam, before taking a seat at the table. You didn’t notice Sunoo’s hand slightly outstretched to try and brush with yours.

Nor do you hear him whisper, “if only you knew” before sitting down and taking the seat next to you.

***

It’s cold in Jay’s basement. You ask him several times if you guys can move to his much warmer living room, but he refuses. ‘The vibes are better down here,’ he says, although you don’t see how a dartboard and one wall of LED lights give a room “better vibes”.

You rub your hands up and down your arms for what feels like the 20th time when you feel something drop onto your shoulders. You look up to see Sunoo walking back to his seat on the loveseat across the room before pulling the mystery item off your shoulders. A white hoodie. The same white hoodie Sunoo arrived wearing. You send him a grateful smile as you slip your arms through the sleeves. He nods bashfully back at you.

Heeseung claps his hands together, effectively grabbing everyone’s attention. “Alright losers, who wants to play truth or dare?”

“Me,” Jungwon answers without hesitation, sitting up in his seat. Chaeryeong watches how Jungwon reacts and replies in a similar way to him, tucking her legs under herself and agreeing to the game. Jay shrugs.

“Actually, not really. I always get picked to do the worst dares,” Yuna replies glumly. Heeseung rolls his eyes before whispering something in her ear, and her eyes light up before she speaks again.

“But on second thought, I think today will be my lucky day.”

You see Sunoo look at you, trying to gage how you’ll respond. You pull his hoodie tighter around you before agreeing. He nods his head after you respond.

“Okay good. Let’s start with Jay. Jay, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Lame,” Jungwon shouts. Yuna and Sunoo chuckle. Jay rolls his eyes.

“Okay…what’s your favorite thing about me?” Heeseung asks. Jay ponders for a while, his head dropping in thought. He lifts it up again when he comes up with an answer.

“How you always manage to make everyone laugh. It just comes so naturally to you, and I’ve honestly always been a bit jealous of that,” Jay speaks quietly, admitting something really personal to him. Heeseung nods slowly before also shouting out “lame!” Everyone in the room bursts into laughter, and Jay rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing too. “Alright, Jay, you ask next.” Jay looks around the room before choosing his next victim.

“Yuna.” Her face drops as she hears her name called. She tucks her hair behind her ear as Jay asks the question. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she replies confidently. Jay smiles evilly.

“Speak in your Hussey accent until your next turn.” Yuna freezes.

“Don’t do this, Jay, I thought we agreed to forget about Hussey-,” she pleads.

“Ah, does that sound like Hussey to you? Cause it sure doesn’t to me.” Everyone laughs as Yuna rolls her eyes. You take advantage of the commotion to walk over to Sunoo, and he scoots over in anticipation of you. However, he’s already sharing the seat with Jungwon, so your legs are pressed against each other’s when you sit. Sunoo’s face is red, but he was laughing pretty hard at Yuna’s misfortune and continues to act like normal so you choose to ignore it.

“You’re gonna enjoy this. Hussey is what we call Yuna’s god-awful southern accent,” you lean in to tell Sunoo. He laughs even harder at this, clapping his hands and doubling over. Yuna clears her throat before speaking.

“I wayn’t furgut thus, Jayuh Pahk,” Yuna stumbles out, glaring at Jay as he falls over laughing. Sunoo and I fall into each other as we laugh at her horrible accent.

Once everyone manages to calm down (which takes way longer than it should), it’s Yuna’s turn to ask.

“Chaeryeong, truth or dare?” Chaeryeong seems unworried as she makes her choice.

“Truth.” ‘Fatal mistake, Chaeryeong,’ you think.

“Is ayt true you got a crursh on Jungwon?” Yuna asks, keeping up with her accent. Chaeryeong’s eyes shoot open. Jungwon sits up straight at the mention of his name. His eyebrows are raised as he looks at Chaeryeong expectantly. Chaeryeong waves her hands out in front of her as her face turns red, stuttering out ‘no’ in almost any way she can. She’s completely lying, of course.

Jay and Heeseung laugh at how flustered Chaeryeong becomes. Jungwon’s eyebrows drop back down.

“So you don’t like me?,” he tries to clarify.

“Uh, no. No no no.” She laughs awkwardly as she tucks her hair behind her ear and covers her mouth with her hand. Jungwon nods before turning away, and the second he does Chaeryeong sends Yuna the nastiest glare you’ve ever seen. Yuna completely ignores it.

“Hm, alrighty then. Chaeryeong, yur turn.” Chaeryeong lets out a sigh before looking around the room, ready to pass the embarrassment she just felt onto someone else.

“Sunoo.” You feel him stiffen beside you, and you pat his leg to comfort him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth?,” he asks warily. Chaeryeong pretends to think, tapping her chin with her finger. She snaps when she “comes up” with an answer.

“Is it true you think Y/N is really pretty?” Everyone’s jaw drops except for yours. You’re confused. Why you?

“Uh…” he starts. Chaeryeong cuts him off.

“Cause you were telling us the other day you thought she had crystals for eyes. You know, after the hour long rant about her smile-“

“YES, yes I think she’s pretty. We can move on now, right?,” he shouts through gritted teeth. Chaeryeong smiles proudly.

You nudge Sunoo. “Thanks, bud. You’re not too bad looking yourself.” Beside him, Jungwon cringes.

He chuckles awkwardly before shaking his head. “Ok, uh, Y/N, truth or dare?” You suck in a breath before answering. “Dare.”

“Alright, uh, hop on one-,” he stops when Heeseung abruptly jumps out of his seat to whisper something into Sunoo’s ear. ‘A lot of whispering seems to be happening lately,’ you muse.

Sunoo shakes his head fervently at whatever Heeseung says, and Heeseung rolls his eyes before whispering again. Sunoo sighs, and glances at you before looking down at his shoes.

“I dare you to hold hands with the most attractive person in the room,” he mumbles. He then looks up at you, almost hopefully, but his face drops when you stand up. You trudge across the room to where Jay is sitting on the floor and plop down next to him before grabbing his hand and putting it in yours.

“Don’t get any ideas, Park, I’m just being objective here,” you mumble, hoping your attempt at neutrality deters the group from realizing your true feelings for Jay.

“But I have so many ideas right now,” he blurts out. You facepalm into your free hand.

The room is silent, and you lift your head again to find everyone staring at you and Jay, shocked. Except for Sunoo, who has a look on his face you can’t quite read. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

Chaeryeong clears her throat and Heeseung squirms in his seat. Jungwon licks his lips before announcing that he doesn’t want to play anymore. Chaeryeong agrees, suggesting we watch a movie instead. Sunoo sits silently before getting up, mumbling a small “bathroom” as he speedwalks out of the frigid basement. Heeseung drops his head.

“You guys think he’s ok?” you ask, going back to your original seat on the couch.

“No, you dimwit, you just broke his heart,” Jungwon sighs, leaning back in his seat and rolling his eyes.

“What?” you exclaim, looking at everyone else for clarification, but they all have the same pitious and disappointed looks on their faces.

“Are you blind?” Yuna shouts. “He’s been, like, in love with you since he met you.” Off to the side, Chaeryeong nods.

“This is all my fault,” Heeseung says to no one in particular. His head is in his hands and he speaks with disbelief. “I thought this would work, I-I’m such an idiot.”

Your words are caught in your throat. You have to say it. You blurt it out before anyone can stop you-

“I like Jay.” Once again, all eyes are on you.

“WHAT?” Jungwon screams.

You repeat yourself. “I-I like Jay. I have for, like, a year now.” You spare a look at him, and his face is scrunched into a mixture of surprise and disgust. Ouch.

“But I like Wonyoung,” he replies.

“Dude, you’re never going to end up with Wonyoung, get over it,” Heeseung sighs.

“I know! I know, but I had to reject Y/N somehow.”

“Ouch,” you sigh, voicing your feelings this time. His face turns apologetic.

“I’m sorry, it’s just — I thought you liked Sunoo back! You’re always talking to him.”

“Yeah, cause we’re friends! Excuse me for not assuming everyone I talk to has a crush on me.”

“Is in love with,” Jungwon corrects.

“Thank you, Jungwon, cause that is so important right now!” you shout, frustrated.

“It is!” He retorts.

“I like Jungwon,” Chaeryeong spits out, looking straight ahead.

“Oh thank god,” Jungwon rushes out before getting out of his seat and straight up kissing her. You and Jay look at each other in amazement at what’s going on.

It’s only then that Sunoo makes his presence known once again.

“What is going on?,” he asks, standing on the edge of the stairs. Everyone freezes and turns to him, save for Chaeryeong and Jungwon who are still making out in the chair. You stand up.

“Can we talk?,” you ask him softly. He presses his lips together and nods. You walk over and take his hand, leading him upstairs.

Once you reach Jay’s living room, you take a quick scan, ensuring that the room is empty. Once you’re sure that it is, you seat Sunoo down on the couch. It’s quiet for a minute, as you try to read his expression, but for once, he’s guarded, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking at all. It’s unlike him, and you don’t like it at all.

You take a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry. Everyone just told me about how you… feel about me. I had no idea.”

He looks down. “That’s ok. I was trying to keep it a secret. Heeseung told me I should give you that dare to see how you felt about me. I didn’t want to, but he insisted. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that,” he says. It’s quiet for a beat, before he continues.

“I wasn’t really sure how you felt about me, but I know that you’re it for me. You’re kind, sweet, beautiful, funny, and so purely awesome. Being around you makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be able to be in your presence… I was actually planning to ask you out tonight, after we all finished hanging out, but since I know you don’t feel the same I’ll just-“

And in that moment, a couple things run through your mind. You take in Sunoo’s disappointed face, trying to remain strong as you are about to potentially reject him. You remember Jay’s reaction when you voiced your feelings for him, and that he doesn’t share your affections. Instead, he likes Wonyoung, a beautiful girl that you don’t feel you’ll ever be able to measure up to.

This all swirls around in your mind, one thought racing after another, and you think it’s this brain tornado fogging your line of thought that causes you to respond-

“I’d go out with you.” Your jaw drops, and you quickly cover it with your hand. Sunoo finally meets your eyes, and they begin to sparkle with the same shine that you’re used to on him.

“R-really?,” he asks. You blink, processing what you’ve just subjected yourself to, before nodding hesitantly.

“Y-yeah. Sure I will.” You try to give as convincing of a smile as you can. You know, deep down, that you’ve made the wrong decision thanks to your big mouth, but you’re in too deep now to retract your statement. Sunoo wraps you in a big hug, the tightness of it broadcasting how excited he is. When he lets go, he immediately grabs both of your hands in his.

“Wow! I can’t believe it! Uh- thank you! I mean, uh, yeah! Wow! That’s cool. Haha, awesome,” he exclaims.

“I’m gonna go tell everybody downstairs,” he says, before jumping out of his seat and rushing back down to the basement.

You look at where he just sat, mind reeling over everything that just went down. You reminisce on the fate you just accepted: going on a date with a boy you only feel friendship for. You heave a deep sigh, before getting up, and following him down the stairs, preparing to keep the illusion going.

What have you just done?

an ; i hope you liked it! weird ending i know but it’s all setup for the part 2 :)

much love!

ivy ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

[sherlockxreader]

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader 

Author: @proherogalahad (formerly realgreglestrade)

Words: 1,336

Warning: None

Author’s note: So it’s been a while, similar to my previous story post, I was going through my old drafts and found at the very end of the page. Figured I might as well upload it if there is still an audience for Sherlock fics ^^ This fic was based on a few prompts that were picked from a reader.

92. My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door because no one wants to see you pee!

95. Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of Bitchcraft and Misery

97. I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games

After a tough case and lots of drinking, you came to realize that drunk Sherlock was your favorite Sherlock. You’ve never seen the detective drink as much as he had the night after the case of the Dancing Men. He was the type to nurse a drink. 

Both John and Sherlock arrived home, Sherlock still in his post-case high and John more so with a long face. Their case seemed to have taken a toll on him. Sherlock, noticing this, decided to show John a prize he recently procured. A very expensive wine that Mycroft kept hidden in his office. The pair opened it and began drinking, one bottle led to two which ultimately continued with them ordering dinner and finishing up whatever alcohol they had found in the kitchen.

You watched as your best friends argued over which Hogwarts house they’d sort Mrs. Hudson in with a big smile on your face. It was previously decided that Sherlock would be in Slytherin for his cunning ways and ambitions and John in Gryffindor for his bravery and nerve. 

“Mrs. Hudson could scare the shit out of anybody,” John yelled in protest when Sherlock announced that she would be in Hufflepuff for her gentle nature. “You’ve known her better than I do, especially her past, and yet she’s placed in Hufflepuff? No! She’s in Gryffindor!”

Sherlock opened his mouth but didn’t say anything and raised his right hand with his pointer finger and thumb being pressed together, “but she’s so tiny!”

John raised both his arms and let out a loud sigh before turning to you. “(Y/N),” he slurred. You looked up from your phone as you sent a couple pictures to Greg and Molly. “You know a lot about Harry Potter. What do you think?”

“I don’t just ‘know a lot about Harry Potter’, I graduated top of my class at Hogwarts Bitchcraft and Misery.” Both John and Sherlock looked at you with weird expressions. 

You sighed. “Mrs. Hudson is in Slytherin. We took a test a few months ago when you both left us for a case. We got bored, and she got sorted.”

“Impossible.” Sherlock frowned. 

“It really isn’t.” 

“But she’s so tiny!” You laughed at Sherlock’s interjection. 

“(Y/N)! What about you? What house are you in?” Sherlock slurred. 

“I’m in (Your/Hogwarts/House).”

The living room was silent for a few seconds until John spoke. “That makes sense.”

~~~~~~

After three cups of tea and a half a bottle of whiskey, the pair of crime solvers continued with their bickering…

“I think I would win the hungerrrrsss game,” Sherlock hiccuped. “I mean, I’m smart.”

“I don’t think so, mate. I have military training.”

“Shut up! I know I would win. I’ll betray all of you in the hungerrss game. Tell him (Y/N).”

 “I’d take you both down, so shut up.”

-

“I’m not answering that, Sherlock.”

“Why not, Y/N? John answered.”

“I’m not John, I don’t want to.”

“John, have her answer.”

“Shut up, John.”

“Answer it.”

“No.”

“Y/N-”

“My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door because no one wants tO SEE YOU FUCKING PEE! Why do you do it so often, I don’t know, but you have to stop, it’s so gross!”

“No need to shout, Y/N.” Sherlock pouted. “It was a simple question. John, tell her to stop shouting.”

The pair finally grew tired.

You tried your best to stifle a giggle as Sherlock’s head lolled everytime he closed his eyes and woke up suddenly with a jolt. 

John sat opposite him, telling an old story from being in the army with his eyes dropping with sleep. You took pictures on your phone and sent them to your mutual friends. The time was nearing four in the morning and you knew you had to drag your friends to bed. 

John was the easiest. Yes, there were steps to tread up to get to his room, but John was a good sport and helped you help him to bed. He sang under his breath until you settled him onto his bed and covered him with a sheet. He was snoring right as you closed the door to his bedroom.

Sherlock was not as helpful. Being taller than you and John, it was a lot more difficult to carry him to his room. The detective muttered something unintelligent under his breath as you continued to try and drag him to bed. 

“Come on, Sherlock! Help me a little!” 

Sherlock leaned up slightly from your shoulder and lazily waved his free arm around the air before grabbing the doorknob that was attached to his bedroom door and jiggled it. 

“It’s locked,” he whined. You rolled your eyes and groaned as you freed your hand and opened the door. Pushing Sherlock inside, he flopped on the bed and continued to mumble into a pillow. His slurred words were muffled by the pillow he landed on, not that you tried to decipher his words. Sherlock giggled as you started to remove his shoes. A small smile crept up on your lips at how ridiculous the “serious” detective was being. 

After throwing the shoes in a corner, you adjusted Sherlock on his bed and threw a soft blanket over him. 

“Don’t gooo,” Sherlock mumbled, eyes closed and his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist. 

“I want to sleep too, Sherlock,” you groaned.  

Sherlock gave your hand a sharp tug and pulled you onto the bed with him. You let out a soft yelp as you landed half on Sherlock and the empty space next to him. You wiggled yourself into a comfortable position, not fighting Sherlock because you were extremely tired to do so. 

“Ssssleep.” Your body relaxed under the blanket you covered yourself with and your heavy eyelids fell shut on their own accord. The last sounds you hear before falling asleep were the soft snores that came from Sherlock. 

~

John woke up with a sudden jolt as the rays of the sun peeked through from behind his curtains and blinded his eyes. The pounding of his head was evidence enough to regret the previous night’s drinks. He looked at his night stand and saw a glass of water with a few pills and a note. 

Mrs. Hudson was a saint.

Drinking the refreshing water and pills, the ex-army doctor managed to crawl out of bed. He managed to find clean clothes that didn’t smell of the previous night's drinking activities, and went to take a shower with his head pounding with a little less vigor. 

It was past noon when John stepped out of the shower feeling clean and 40% more like himself. Images of the previous night flashed through his mind but thinking back made his head hurt. It was best to just leave those memories in the past. John’s stomach rumbled in hunger as he finished drying his hair with a towel. He shuffled into the kitchen and placed a few pieces of bread in the toaster then set the kettle to boil. John sat at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of tea. The sounds of London entered through the open window, the flat was never this quiet when Sherlock was at home. The ex-army doctor relished the peace.

John heard the door to Sherlock’s room open and close and you appear from the hallway with your hair tousled and clothes disheveled.

You froze as you noticed John sitting at the table looking at you with wide eyes and half a piece of toast hanging from his mouth. 

“It’s not what it looks like.”

Right at that moment, Sherlock decided to emerge from his bedroom wrapped in only a white sheet. John’s toast fell from his hand as he watched his friend walk towards the kettle, his bare shoulders giving the emphasis of nakedness under this sheet. You looked in horror as a smile crept onto John’s face and Mrs. Hudson walked into the kitchen. 

“Sherlock! Shouldn’t you be wearing clothes?!”

“Not now, Hudders.” The detective muttered, sipping his tea with a satisfied smile. He headed back to his room but not before quickly kissing your cheek.

“Thank you.” Sherlock mumbled quietly for only you to hear. 

You felt your cheeks flush.

“‘Not what it looks like’ my ass!” 

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Flufftober Day 31 | Rick Flag x Reader

a/n - "And with that the 2022 season comes to an end" ♡

Alright kiddos, I gave @flufftober a shot! This one will be my last fic this year. Have my favorite fluffy trope: idiots in love.

prompt - a sweet treat

fluff - 1000 words - warnings: argus!agent reader. gn!reader. mutual pining. food mention. pre-the suicide squad 2021. admittedly the author's size kink might be showing in this one a little bit what who said that

It’s been an entire season of missed chances, and Rick Flag is officially sick of it. 

Between his time away on missions and your time away from base, it’s as if the universe is trying to keep him away but not this time.

When he hears word that you’re coming in today, he doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t want to risk a prison-wide lockdown or an emergency leave getting in the way. 

Today’s the last week of the year— the last week you bake anything for the office— and Rick will be damned if you close up shop before he gets the chance to try something, anything you’ve made for all those morons who don’t even like you as much as he does.

He’s sick of hearing Harcourt and Economos' damn bragging.

Your cookies, your cupcakes, your oh-so-amazing fruit tarts with, quote: “The sweetest berries we’ve ever tried”. 

Harcourt. Rick impatiently hits the open button to the elevator several times before it even stops. Harcourt doesn’t even like sweets. Somewhere in his gut Rick knows she’s just doing it to irk him. Knows that you’re his favorite comms operative and more.

The doors open with a soft chime as Rick steps out into the hallway. 

He pauses before knocking. The smell of cinnamon and other spices he can’t name waft through the door of your small, Belle Reve issued living quarters— and suddenly Rick fucking Flag is nervous.

Did he really just leave Harcourt mid-sentence and march all the way across the facility to come see you? 

Rick swallows thickly and blinks like he’s just realized where he is.

Quickly running his fingers through his sandy hair, Rick clears his throat and knocks before he steps away from the door. 

You ask your unexpected guest to wait a minute before yanking it open. Rick’s eyes widen as much as yours do.

“Oh! Colonel,” You greet with just about as much confusion.

He’s seen you in plenty of different gear, but never an apron and a pair of mittens. You step aside and let Rick into your small space— Nothing much more than a kitchen and a double bed just beyond that. 

He opens his mouth to speak when that smell of something absolutely divine hits him even harder than before. 

“Something wrong, Flag?”

“No, I—” The colonel takes a large step inside and pauses. You’ve never seen the grown man look so sheepish. “I heard you were bringing something in today and I… well, it’s forward. But I figured, I always miss out. Thought I’d catch you before Waller drags me away.”

The tension in Rick’s shoulders eases as your face lights up. You offer him a small laugh before turning to open the oven. 

“Well, you’re just in time.” You say. Rick watches you take a large tray of something out and follows you over to the counter where a towel is waiting. 

You set the tray down atop it and Rick gets a good look at some of the biggest cinnamon rolls he’s ever seen.

“You made all that ‘n this little kitchen?” 

You shrug shyly. That small smile plays on your lips— the one Rick can't help but stare at. “Had to go into town for some things, but yeah.” 

Rick lets you guide his large frame over to the stool which serves as the only sitting place in the entire room. He looks a little funny there— about three times too big for such a small seat. His knee even bends with how long his legs easily reach the ground. 

You make quick work of scooping one of the center rolls onto a plate, but it’s the next part that has Rick locked on you with wide hazel eyes again. 

Dolloping a large spoonful of cream cheese frosting on top of the roll with precision, you smooth it out with the back until it looks like something out of a cookbook. And then you do it— You swipe a lick of the spoon, just a bit. Your pink tongue darts over your bottom lip to catch a bit of frosting and Rick Flag’s pulse skyrockets like it hasn’t in a long damn time. 

You startle when Rick says your name a little too loud. 

“Sorry,” He shifts in his seat. Trying again in a calmer tone, he searches for the words carefully. “I might’ve also come up here to, uh, ask you something, now that I think about it.”

You arch a brow. 

An unfamiliar wave of hesitation washes over the man. Busying himself with the plate in front of him, he cuts off a piece of the roll with his fork and shoves it into his mouth.

“I was hopin’— Well, I was wonderin’— Christ, this is good.” He chokes out gruffly behind his fist.

Quietly, you place the spoon in your hand into the sink and take your time as Rick chews. When he’s finally through his first bite, you place your elbows on the counter and lean in so close Rick has to inch back. It’s a funny image. Like a fawn spooking a big bear.

“Richard, I’ve made something every week for the past three months in the hopes that at least my baking would catch your attention. And every week, something gets in the way. So I really, really hope your question is ‘Will you go out to dinner with me,’ or else I may just have to tie you up and make dinner for you right here instead.”

He blinks at you wordlessly several times. An eon seems to pass as your little bit of bravado fades. Did you really just hit on your superior? On Colonel Flag? You really just went and did it now, didn't you?

You shrink when he finally leans in to meet you, but where you expect more of that stunned look, you find a spark of heat instead.

“Alright...How about I do you one better and make something for you, huh? How about tonight?” 

You arch a brow at him, shocked. “You cook?”

“I grill.” He clarifies with a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell no one, but some of the other boys keep one over by the hangar. For when we get sick’a the mess hall food.”

With that hint of sugar and spice still on his tongue and the look in your eyes as he stands back up to his full height, Rick lets the doubt from earlier roll off him. 

‘I’ve made something every week for the past three months…’ For him. 

Rick reaches up to grasp your chin between his calloused fingers gently.

“Let me do all the cookin’ for you this time, darling,” A smirk forms when he notices the flush creep up your face. “And if you feel like it, y'can still tie me up after if you want to.”

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Beautiful Soul

Pairing:  Josuke Higashikata x Fem Reader 

Summary: After getting shot with a mysterious arrow, the reader is scared and confused by what was given to her by that arrow, clumsy while lost in thoughts, but Josuke comes to the reader's aid and when they realize that Josuke has a stand just like them, Josuke helps the reader understand what stands are, making the best of it!

Warnings:  Slight swearing! Mentions of blood (But that's about it!)

Word Count: 2k 

Who knew life could turn around so crazily?

One day, I was just a normal person, living a typical life I couldn’t complain about. Till one day while walking home, I was shot by an arrow.

Easily the most painful experience of my life and now I was seeing things. Some weird figure was at my side and any time it appeared, my world turned upside down.

LITERALLY.

I had no idea who to go to. If someone came to me with a story like mine, I’d think that they were crazy.

That’s why I kept it to myself.

I had no idea how to control this figure, but I knew that I had to because I could feel how it was attached to me. A part of me now.

School took my mind off the topic, but the second the bell rang and I started making my way home, I was theorizing about how to solve this issue of mine.

First priority, how to handle my world being inverted. It’d happen randomly sometimes so I had to be prepared for the next.

I knew the way home by heart so, I closed my eyes during my walk, imagining the inverted world. Solely focused on that till there was no ground beneath my foot.

“WOA-! OH SHI-“

When I opened my eyes, I was headed face-first down a flight of stairs. How could I have forgotten about them?!

Going to hold my head, I took the tumble, unable to block the smack of my face on the stone, and my ribs getting cracked too.

At the bottom of the stairs, I was gasping for the air that was driven out of me, feeling blood running down my nose.

“Y/N?!”

There were feet running towards the top of the stairs, looking over, hard to move as I saw that iconic pompadour.

“Josuke,” I was wheezing from not being able to breathe and my appearance made it obvious that I had taken a hard fall down the stairs.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Josuke was a great friend of mine as we went to school together since we started at the same school.

He was such a kind soul, running to my aid and taking a napkin out of his bag.

“You didn’t break anything did you?” He started to help me clean my nose and it sure felt like I broke a rib.

Holding them, I was still trying to breathe right, coughing out, “God, I smacked my ribs hard.”

“It’s alright,” He cooed, sitting me up carefully, “You’ll be better in no time. I’m going to help you.”

“Thanks, man,” I tried to stand up, but I noticed that Josuke was focusing, this pink aurora surrounding him and my eyes about popped out of my head when I saw a figure next to him.

He was so focused on me that he didn’t notice my expression. His figure was somewhat like mine.

I was beyond confused, especially when he took my hand and suddenly, all my pain started to disappear.

“You’re a tough cookie, so don’t-“ He was trying to make me smile, looking into my eyes and seeing my face, that smile of his turning into a concerned face, “The pain that bad?”

My hand was shaking like a leaf when I pointed to the figure right at his side, my voice shaking too as I asked:

“That. Y-You have one t-too?”

He looked at the figure next to him and then back at me, and his widened eyes showed the realization.

“What is it? I don’t understand!” I started to cry because of how confused and kind of scared I was of all this.

But Josuke, he just always knew what to do, taking my hand again and saying calmly:

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s nothing to be afraid of. Notice how you’re not in pain anymore?”

I only nodded, only wanting to hear his explanation, but instead, he asked me:

“You said, that I have one too. Show me.”

“O-Okay,” I stuttered nervously, standing on my feet and I was so anxious. I’ve never done it on command before but, I was going to try my hardest to do it, telling him first, “Just stay as still as possible okay? It’s really trippy.”

“Trippy? This otta be interesting- WOAH!” Mid-sentence, I summoned it and the world was inverted.

Our feet on the sky. The world above us. Everything upside down.

“WOAH! NOOO! IM FALLING!” I felt bad for Josuke, as I reacted the same way the first time I experienced this, but also laughed a little.

“It’s okay, Josuke. We won’t fall. Well, at least I’ve never fallen,” My words made me think, what if I’m the only one who can stay still? Does it really flip the world, or is it just a mental or visual effect?

“SHIT! JOSUKE. IM SO SORRY!” I ran to him and picked him up into a hug, panting just to realize that he wasn’t falling after all.

“You’re right. This is very trippy,” He breathed in, patting my back, “It’s okay. You’re right, we aren’t gonna fall.”

“I’m sorry! I should’ve said something!” The panic was coming back again and my tears had to fall, “I’m just so confused! And scared! I mean, I’m not hurt or anything but it’s just confusing!”

“Hey, hey,” Josuke hugged me back and it was so comforting, continuing to rub my back, “I understand what you mean. But this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’m going to help you. This is actually pretty cool!”

“Really?!” I looked up at him with big eyes, desperate for help, feeling so relieved as he smiled:

“Of course! You’re one of my closest friends! Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re the best, Josuke.” I just couldn’t stop hugging him, still listening as he explained:

“It’s called a stand. Every one has special abilities. Like mine, Crazy Diamond heals people, but I can’t heal myself. That’s why you’re not hurt anymore.”

“Oh, okay,” I swallowed, taking in his knowledge and thanking, “Thank you so much for that. I had my eyes closed because I was trying to imagine this, but I forgot about the stairs.”

“I can tell you’re still learning and don’t sweat it. I’ll always have your back,” He was the sweetest and I was ready to have a long conversation when he asked, “I’m guessing you were stabbed by an arrow. Weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, recalling the memory, “For some weird reason my, stand, would just happen randomly. So, I’ve been trying to practice. This is the first time I’ve done it myself.”

“Well, you’re making good progress at least! How about this? You put us back to normal, we can go to my house and I’ll tell you all I know about stands so you got control of this.”

“Please?!” This was everything I need, relieved as he nodded:

“I gotcha, Y/N. Just one last thing?”

“Yeah?” I was concerned for a second, but laughed as he hugged me tight and asked shyly:

“Just hold me while we go back to normal?”

“Sure thing,” I held him and in a swift motion, everything was back to normal, unable to hold back my laughs as Josuke tapped his foot on the ground to make sure it was good.

As Josuke said, we walked back to his house and we sat on the floor in his room and he explained everything.

The details of stands, the arrow, and he guided me on how to feel and use it. We practiced a bit in his room and we were actually having fun.

I proved how well that I was learning by flip-flopping his room upside down and back really fast and Josukes hysterical screaming and laughing had me cracking up.

“Okay! Okay! I’m dizzy!” Josuke said dizzily while laying on the floor, still wheezing as I sat down:

“I’m sorry! It was just really funny!”

“Yeah, it was!” He laughed along, Josuke trying to stand by clinging to the door. Opening it by accident.

“OPEN UP!” Okuyasu blasted through the door and landed on top of Josuke, never failing to make me laugh.

“Watch where the hell you’re going, Okuyasu!”

“You were the one in the damn way, Josuke!”

They were fighting! I had to watch it! Only if I had some popcorn, my laughing catching Okuyasu’s attention:

“Y/N? What’s she doing here?”

“Hi, Okuyasu,” I waved, Josuke going to answer his question but Okuyasu assumed with an outburst:

“You’re hooking up with Y/N and you didn’t tell me?!

“WHAT? NO!” Josuke yelled, punching the side of his head and getting up.

“Does he have one too?” I whispered to Josuke and they both stopped.

“What? This?”

My mind was blown as a blue stand appeared next to Okuyasu and suddenly, Josuke’s face smacked the door like he was teleported or something.

“What the hell was that?” I thought mine was confusing! Josuke holding his face and yelling at Okuyasu:

“YEAH? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, MAN?”

“My stand! The hand!” Okuyasu said more so to me, presenting his stand, “It deletes space and teleports objects. I deleted the space between Josuke and the door so he’d hit it!”

Okuyasu was laughing, but I was so shocked. His stand was actually really awesome!

“Do you have one too?” Okuyasu asked, looking down at me and I noticed Josuke behind him, motioning me to mess with him with my stand.

I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and smiled, summoning my stand, and when the room flipped:

“WHAT THE?! AHHH!”

Okuyasu was on his back on the ceiling, thinking he was falling to the floor, Josuke and I crying tears from the laughter.

“PUT ME BACK! PUT ME BACK!”

“Not so fun when people prank you with their stands, huh?!” Josuke tormented, but I got my fair share and put it back to normal.

“I can’t anymore. I think I’m gonna die from laughing so much today.”

“Oh no, we can’t let that happen,” Josuke smirked at me, summoning his stand for show.

I hid my face from blushing so much, our little moment broken up by Okuyasu yelling to me:

“Try giving a guy a warning next time, huh?! What was that?”

“My stand flips the world upside basically.”

“Wooaaaah,” Okuyasu was dumbfounded, “Outside too?”

“Yup,” Josuke answered, “When she showed me I thought I was falling out of the sky. That’s why she’s here. I was explaining to her what stands are.”

“Ahh, that makes sense now. So you’re not hooking up?”

Josuke only looked at me, blushing through his smolder and I was too, but answered:

“Just stand practicing basically.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Okuyasu sighed in relief, “Y/N’s way too hot for you.”

“Okay. That’s it,” Standing up, they were fighting again.

I could only shake my head, but once their rowdiness died down, it was sunset and Josuke decided to walk me home.

Today was surely a wild one but in a good way. I got all my questions answered, I wasn’t scared anymore, and I could control my stand.

Josuke was like a hero to me now, letting him know as we made it to my house:

“I just want you to know again, Josuke. You’re the best. I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”

“It’s no problem, I promise,” He smiled, “I’m glad I could help. And sorry about Okuyasu, by the way. You know how he can be sometimes.”

“I'm not sweating it. He’s a goofball. Would be weird if he wasn’t,” I giggled, Josuke nodding along but murmuring to himself:

“Yeah, and of course he had to embarrass me.”

“Josuke,” I sounded serious at first, but wiped all that anxiousness it made when I kissed his cheek:

“Never mind what he said earlier. I think you’re a beautiful person. Inside and out. Your stand too.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face turn so red. It was so cute and he was rambling nervously:

“Aww, Y/N! T-Thank you so-“

“No, thank you, Josuke,” Everything paused when I hugged him again, getting off my chest, “Ever since I got hit by that arrow, I’ve been living in fear. You took that all away in less than a day. You really are a beautiful soul.”

This time, there was no rambling. Just hugging me back, kissing my cheek this time when I looked up at him and he winked:

“You are too.”