#which was a surprise because i've always thought i'm too impatient with him when he's sick

[tripably]

the horrifying ordeal of posting a fic on ao3: a story of skipping all the meals in the day because you Have to get this edited To Perfection Right Now and, quite importantly, Without Any Delay

[lee-laurent]

Finding A Way - Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke is smitten with the new media girl for the Devils, the only issue... she has a boyfriend already (and he's a Flyers fan)

Content: angst, fluff, cheating, unhealthy relationship, emotional abuse, mentions of sex but no smut

wc: 6.5k

notes: this fic deals with some serious issues, so if you're not comfortable reading PLEASE do not continue. your mental health is wayyyyy more important than a fic, i promise :) however if you do decide to read, enjoy! i've had this written in my notes app for a while and just decided to finish it and put it on here!

Adelaide giggled as Luke stopped suddenly, letting the ice spray over the girl and her camera. Jack watched from the other side of the ice with Nico, rolling his eyes at the sight. Luke had been flirting with the new media girl since the season started but was still adamant that he didn't like her in a romantic way.

"When is he gonna ask her out?" Nico asked, knocking his should with Jack's.

"He still claims that he doesn't like her," Jack shrugged, narrowing his eyes as Adelaide giggled again.

"Well, he's clearly lying. Because they're definitely flirting."

"I keep telling him to bring her over, but he refuses."

"What's going on?" Dawson asked, joining his teammates.

"My brother is trying to get with the media girl."

"Adelaide? I don't blame him; she's hot."

"We all know she's hot, Mercer. It's just that he's too chicken to actually ask her out."

"Luke, you're supposed to be practicing," Adelaide teased, wiping the ice from her camera lens.

"I was just coming closer so you can get some good shots of me," Luke cheesed.

"I have enough photos of you. Tell your brother to start moving so I can get some of him.

"Oh, I see how it is. You want pictures of Jack, but not me. Should've known. He always gets the girls," he smirked.

Adelaid blushed at Luke's teasing, hiding her face in her hands. She'd be lying if she said she didn't find the rookie cute. He had made her feel welcome since day one, which the media girl thought was strange seeing as Luke was the shyer of the two Hughes boys.

"I didn't say that at all, Luke. Now go practice before you get us both in trouble."

Luke offered her one last smile, before joining the boys in their next drill. He caught Adelaide's eye few more times during practice, but she was busy taking pictures and speaking with her coworkers to pay him much attention. However, he was able to catch her as he was leaving the locker-room.

"Ady! Wait! Do you need a ride home?" he panted.

"Oh, um, I have a ride. Thanks though, Luke."

"Oh, who's your-"

"Babe! Come on!" a man standing near the entrance shouted. Luke felt his heart drop at the other man's words. He had just called the woman that Luke liked "babe." He could have sworn she was flirting back... guess not.

"One second, Matt! I'm just saying goodbye to Luke."

Luke watch the other man, Matt, roll his eyes and cross his arms over his chest. Tapping his foot impatiently as Adelaide turned to the rookie one last time.

"Maybe I'll bum a ride off you and Jack another time. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon for the game," she smiled, patting him on the shoulder. Luke watched from afar as Matt interlaced his fingers with Adelaide's, talking to her quickly and quietly.

"Come on, Rusty. Where's Ady? I thought you were offering her a ride?" Jack asked, snapping his brother out his stupor.

"She just left with her... boyfriend?"

"She has a boyfriend? Damn. Could've sworn she was into you. Sorry, bro."

Jack's words just pissed Luke off further. He turned on his heel, storming off to the boys' car.

"Luke, you can't mope around for the rest of the day just because the media girl has a boyfriend. I mean, the whole team thinks she's hot, so I'm not surprised she's taken," Jack tried to cheer up his younger brother.

"You're not helping, Jack."

"Sorry, I'm trying," Jack rolled his eyes.

"Just leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to deal with your dumbass."

"Whatever."

"Matt, it's not like that. He was just being nice."

"Sure, he was, Ady. Because all those horny hockey boys you work with are always just 'being nice.'"

"You're being unreasonable. Luke is new like me. He's just helping me fit in."

"I don't want you talking to him unless it's work related."

"Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Ady sighed, looking down at the floor.

"It's ok, princess. I'm not mad," Matt cooed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you."

"I love you too, Matt," she cracked a small smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Adelaide loved Matt. And Matt loved Adelaide. They'd been together for almost a year. He protected her from the guys she worked with, at least that's what he told her. Without Matt she wouldn't be safe. She needed him.

"Alright, have a good game. I'm out tonight with the boys, so make sure you get a ride with... what's her name? Sandra?"

"Sarah, Matt. Her name is Sarah. I've told you that like ten times today," Ady sighed, opening the car door.

"Whatever. Doesn't matter. I'll be out late, so don't wait up." And with that, Matt had driven off. Addy sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. She just needed to get through the game and ask Sarah for a ride home. Easy enough; she'd be fine. And everything would go as planned and-

"Adelaide!"

Her eyes shot up, locking with no other than Jack Hughes'. She looked around as if he'd be calling on someone else, but she was the only person in the room.

"Um, hi, Jack."

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" he begged.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"So, you know my brother Luke?"

"Yeah? We work together?"

"Right, so... he has a HUGE crush on you and I was wondering if-"

"I have a boyfriend."

"Oh. Okay, but-"

"I love my boyfriend."

"But-"

"No 'buts.' This conversation is done. I love Matt."

"Yeah, you said that," Jack furrowed his brow, watching as she sped away to her office. Who was she trying to convince about loving Matt? Jack or herself?

Jack stood there, his mind racing. He watched Adelaide disappear into her office, a part of him still hopeful that maybe there was more to the situation than met the eye. But her words her clear, and it wasn't his place to push any further.

As he walked back to the locker room, he saw Luke waiting by the team's gear. The younger Hughes brother looked like he was trying to shake off a bad mood, but his face was still set in a scowl.

"Hey bro, you alright?" Jack asked, trying his best to sound natural.

Luke shrugged, not meeting his brother's gaze, "Yeah, just... not feeling great."

Jack hesitated before replying, "Look, I know you're bummed about Adelaide. But if she's with Matt and she says she loves him, then... well there's not much you can do."

Luke nodded, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. The team gathered for their pre-game talk, but the tension between the brothers was palpable. Jack glanced over at Luke frequently, wishing he could say something to make things better, but he knew some things were just out of his control.

Meanwhile, Adelaide was back in her office, trying to focus on the game. But the encounter with Jack kept replaying in her mind. She knew Matt could be overprotective, but his jealousy was like a thorn in her side.

As she was preparing to leave for the rink, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Sarah, confirming her ride home. She felt a small sense of relief. At least she wouldn't have to worry about getting home alone.

~~

The game was intense. Adelaide took photos from the sidelines, trying to stay fully focused on her job. But her thoughts just kept drifting back to Luke and her conversation with Jack. She saw Luke on the ice, giving it his all, and she felt a pang of regret.

After the game as the players were filing out, Adelaide was about to leave when Jack approached her again.

"Hey, Ady. Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked, his tone softer than before.

"Sure, what's up?" she replied, trying to hide her exhaustion.

"I just wanted to apologize if I pushed too hard earlier. I just thought maybe-"

"I appreciate it, Jack. But it really is just how things are. Matt and I... are committed to each other."

"Yeah, I get that. I just hate seeing my brother like this."

"I understand. It's complicated, and I wish it were easier. But thanks for understanding."

Jack nodded and gave her a small, sympathetic smile, "Alright, well, see you around, Adelaide."

"Bye, Jack."

As she walked out to meet Sarah, she felt a mix of relief and uncertainty. She loved Matt, but the situation with Luke had stirred up emotions she wasn't ready to confront. For now, she needed to get through the night and take things one step at a time.

~~

The days that followed were a blur for Adelaide. Her interactions with Luke were limited to work-related conversations and occasional small talk. She did her best to remain professional, but the chemistry between the two still lingered in her mind.

One evening, after a win against the Rangers, the team was out for drinks to celebrate. Adelaide was there with Sarah, trying to enjoy the night and push away the nagging thoughts of Luke.

Luke, for his part, was trying to keep his distance, but it was clear he was still hung up on Ady. When the group decided to hit up the nearby bar after the game, Adelaide and Sarah were among the last to arrive. And once he saw her in the bar, the alcohol in his system was not going to keep him from talking to her.

"Hey, Ady," he smiled, approaching her and Sarah. "Glad you made it."

"Hi, Luke," she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and hesitation.

They chatted casually at first, but as the night went on, Adelaide found herself increasingly drawn to Luke. They laughed together, shared stories, and for a brief moment, the complications of her life seemed to melt away. The alcohol added a sense of liberation, and she noticed Luke looking at her with an intensity that made her heart race.

Eventually, the group's conversation grew more rowdy, and Sarah got caught up in chatting with some friends of the team. Adelaide, feeling a bit detached, slipped outside for some fresh air. Luke, quickly noting her absence, followed her.

"Ady, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, just needed a breather," she said, looking up at the stars. "It's been a long week."

Luke stepped closer, his gaze locking with hers. "You don't have to put on a brave face all the time, you know. It's okay to feel tired and burnt out."

She smiled faintly, "Thanks, Luke. It's just... everything's been a bit overwhelming lately."

Before she could react, Luke reached out and gently touched her arm. The warmth of his hand sent a shiver down her spine. Adelaide looked up, her heart pounding. Luke's gaze was intense, and she could see the vulnerability in his eyes.

In a moment of impulsive recklessness, Adelaide leaned in, and their lips met. The kiss was electric, filled with a mix of desperation and longing. For a moment, all the complications, the guilt, and the responsibilities faded away.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Adelaide's mind was racing, torn between her love for Matt and the undeniable connection she felt with Luke.

"I shouldn't have-" Adelaide started, but Luke gently placed a finger on her lips.

"It's okay," he said softly. "We don't have to figure anything out right now."

She nodded, feeling a rush of confusion and regret. "I need to get back inside."

Luke watched her walk back into the bar, a mix of hope and apprehension in his eyes. He knew that this was just the beginning of a much more complicated situation.

Back inside, Adelaide's heart was heavy as she rejoined Sarah and the group. The guilt of what had just happened weighed on her, but she couldn't ignore the thrill and the intensity of the moment with Luke. As the night went on, she tried her best to act normal, but her mind was consumer by the memory of kissing Luke.

~~

The argument had started over something small- Matt's habit of not cleaning up after himself- but it quickly escalated. Adelaide and Matt were in the kitchen of their apartment, voices raised.

"Seriously, Matt? I've asked you a million times to clean up your dishes!" Ady's frustration was evident, as she slammed a dish into the sink.

"I'm tired of this, Ady!" Mat retorted, his face flushed with anger. "It's not like I'm trying to ignore you. I've been busy with work and-"

"Busy? You're always busy with work, but you can't even make a little effort here?!" she shouted, her hands on her hips. "It's not just about the dishes; it's about the respect!"

Matt threw his hands up in exasperation. "Respect? You think I don't respect you? I work hard so we can have a good life. I'm tired of you always nitpicking!"

"It's not nitpicking, Matthew! It's about being partners in a relationship. I feel like I'm doing everything on my own," her voice trembled.

Matt's face hardened. "Maybe if you were a little more understanding, you'd see how much I'm trying. But no, you're just focused on what I'm not doing."

Her eyes filled with tears, "I'm not asking for perfection. I'm asking for some consideration. I'm tired of feeling like I'm always the bad guy here."

Matt's anger seemed to shift into frustration. "You know what? Maybe we need some space. I can't keep doing this every day."

The harshness in his voice stung, and Adelaide felt her heart sink. "So what? You want to just walk away?"

"No, I'm just saying maybe we need to take a break from fighting all the time. I need to cool off," Matt said, grabbing his jacket. "I'm going out with the guys tonight. Maybe that'll help."

Adelaide watched as he stormed out, the door slamming behind him. She was left standing in the kitchen, feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and frustration. The apartment felt cold and empty without him.

With no one else to turn to, Ady grabbed her phone and, in a moment of desperation, texted Luke, asking if she coud come over. Her unresolved emotions driving her to seek comfort elsewhere.

When she arrived at Luke and Jack's apartment, her mind was clouded with the aftermath of the fight. Luke opened the door, his concern clear as day as he saw her tear-stained face.

"Ady, what happened?" Luke asked, pulling her into the apartment.

"I just... needed to get away," she replied, her voice breaking as she sunk into the couch.

Luke sat next to her, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I don't even know where to start," she laughed bitterly. "Matt and I had this huge fight. It's like we can't even get along anymore."

As Adelaide opened up about her frustrations, the conversation slowly shifted from comforting to more personal. The tension between the two grew palpable, and before they knew it, their emotions overwhelmed them. The lines between comfort and intimacy were blurred, leading them to kiss passionately.

~~

The next morning, Adelaide woke up with a jolt, her head pounding. She turned to find Luke beside her, a mixture of confusion and guilt washing over her.

"Luke, I... we shouldn't have," Adelaide began, her voice trembling. "This was a mistake."

Luke's face hardened. "A mistake? You think this was just a mistake?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "I love Matt. I shouldn't have let this happen."

Luke sat up, frustration evident in his voice. "So, what are you saying? That I'm just some rebound? That this meant nothing?"

"No, it's not like that," she said, reaching for his hand. "It's just-"

"Just what?" Luke snapped, pulling away. "Just that you're confused? Or that you don't know what you want?"

"It's not about you, Luke!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "It's about me and my choices. I'm committed to Matt. I need to figure out what I want."

Luke was seething. "Well, maybe you should've figured it out before coming here. This is exactly what I was afraid of- being used and then thrown away when it's convenient."

Adelaide recoiled, hurt by his words. "I never meant to hurt you."

Luke looked away, frustration and pain written on his face. "I thought we had something real, but now I see I was just a distraction."

"I didn't mean for this to happen," Adelaide said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

Luke's expression softened slightly, but it was clear he was still hurt. "I get it. But I need time to process this. I can't just pretend it didn't happen."

"I understand," she replied, her voice just above a whisper. "I need to go."

As she gathered her things, the awkwardness and emotional distance between them was almost tangible. She glanced back at Luke, who stood silently by the door, a mix of anger and sadness in his gaze.

"I'll give you some space. I'm really sorry, Luke."

With that, she left his apartment, the weight of her actions heavy on her shoulders. As she drove away, the gravity of what had happened began to settle in, and she knew that repairing the damage she had caused would be an arduous journey.

~~

Adelaide's hands shook as she gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing with the burden of what had just happened. Her thoughts were a chaotic swirl of guilt and confusion. She took a deep breath as she pulled into the parking garage, trying to steady herself before heading inside.

When she entered the apartment, the living room was dark, the only light coming from the sun filtering through the blinds. Matt was sitting on the couch, his posture tense and his face partially hidden in the shadows.

Her heart sank at the sight of him. "Matt, you didn't stay with the guys," she said, her voice shaky as she closed the door behind her.

Matt's gaze met hers, his eyes sharp and questioning. "Yeah. I decided to come home after all. I've been thinking."

"Oh, um, okay," she replied, trying to keep her composure as she walked further into the room.

Matt stood up and approached her, his expression a mix of concern and irritation. "So where were you? I tried calling, but you didn't answer."

Adelaide's heart raced. "I was out for a bit... I needed some fresh air. It was a rough day, ya know?"

Matt's eyes narrowed. "A bit? You were gone for hours. Did something happen?"

She hesitated, scrambling to come up with a believable excuse. "I just went for a drive to clear my head. Fell asleep in a parking lot. It's been stressful with everything going on."

Matt studied her for a moment, clearly unconvinced but unsure of what to say. "You didn't go see Luke, did you?"

The question hit her like a ton of bricks. She forced a nonchalant laugh, trying to mask her nervousness. "No, of course not. I haven't seen him. Why would you think that?"

His expression softened, but he still looked troubled. "I don't know, I guess I just... I felt like something was off. I didn't want to jump to conclusions."

Ady stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his arm. "Matt, I promise you, nothing happened. I was just out trying to process everything. I needed some space, and I didn't think to tell you because I thought you were also out."

Matt weighed her words, the tension in his shoulder easing. "Okay. I just- I don't want us to keep fighting. I care about you, Ady. I don't want there to be any secrets between us."

"I don't want that either," she said, her voice filled with sincerity she hoped would convince him. "I'm sorry for not being more communicative. I'll do better."

Matt nodded slowly, "Alright. Let's just try to move forward and work on things. I don't want to lose you."

Her heart ached, but she forced a smile. "I don't want to lose you either. We'll figure this out. I love you."

"I love you too."

They embraced, and Adelaide held him tightly, feeling both relief and guilt. As Matt settled back onto the couch, Ady joined him, trying to push away the lingering feelings from the night with Luke.

The weight of her deception was heavy, and as she sat beside Matt, the realization that she was living a lie began to settle in. She knew that maintaining the facade would be difficult, and the consequences of her actions were far from over. For now, though, she focused on keeping up the appearance of normalcy, hoping that time would help heal the rift she had created.

~~

Luke felt like he was in a fog. The events of the previous night and that morning replayed in his mind. He knew he needed to talk to someone, but he wasn't ready to fully disclose what had happened. He decided to seek comfort in his brother, hoping for a little bit of guidance in his situation.

Jack met Luke at the rink, finding his brother sitting alone in the locker room. He approached him, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey, Rusty. You've been awfully quiet this morning. Everything okay?" Jack asked, sitting down beside him.

Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Not really, man. I'm feelin' pretty messed up."

Jack cocked an eyebrow, sensing the seriousness of the situation. "You wanna talk about it or..."

"Sort of. It's... complicated," Luke said, avoiding eye contact. "I had a rough night, and I'm trying to make sense of things, I guess."

Jack frowned, "You sure you don't wanna spill the beans? Sometimes talking helps, ya know?"

Luke hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's not really something I can just talk about. I made some... choices that I'm regretting, and I feel like I've fucked things up, royally."

The older Hughes studied him carefully. "I get it. But you know, if you're feeling like you screwed up, you should at least be able to talk to someone you know won't judge you. I'm your brother, it's what I'm here for."

"Not that simple. I just don't wanna drag you into this. I just need to figure out what to do next."

"Are you like in serious trouble?"

"No, Jack... not serious trouble."

"I don't need to call the cops?"

"No, Jack," he laughed bitterly.

"Alright, well, don't bottle it up. You've got people who care about you, and we're all in this together."

Luke nodded, grateful for Jack’s support but still feeling the weight of his decisions. As they got ready for practice, Luke tried to focus on the task at hand, though his mind was still troubled by the consequences of the previous night.

~~

Adelaide avoided Luke like he was the plague the next few days. She poured herself into work, using the camera as a shield to hide behind her. She kept her interactions with the team strictly professional, but her heart began to ache the first time her eyes met Luke's.

Jack noticed the change in his brother and the photographer. Their friendship had vanished, replaced by a strained silence. One day after pratice, Jack cornered Adelaide in the hallway outside the media room.

"Hey, Ady, got a minute?" he asked, casually leaning against the wall.

"Sure, Jack. What's going on?"

"I noticed that you and Luke have been... off lately. Did something happen?"

Her heart raced, but she forced a large smile. "No, nothing happened. We've just been busy with work and all!"

"Come on, Ady. I know you better than that. You two were inseperable when he started here, and now I don't think I've seen you talk to him in days. Did you guys have an argument or something?"

She sighed, the guilt weighing down her shoulders. "It's complicated. I don't want to get into it."

"Oh. Look, I get it if you don't wanna share. But just know that I'm here if you wanna talk. I care about you, so seeing you both like this is kinda hard."

"Thanks, Jack," her voice barely above a whisper. "Appreciate it."

"See you on the ice!"

"Yup."

God, what had she gotten herself into?

~~

The rink was filled with sounds- the sharp scrape of skates on ice, the hollow thud of the puck hitting the boards, the shouted command of coaches, and the occasional shutter of Adelaide's camera lense. Luke Hughes moved with a ferocity that caught the attention of everyone on the ice. His usual smooth, calculated movements had been replaced by agressiveness. Every stride was powerful, every check delivered with a force that echoed through the arena.

"What's up with Rusty?" Jack muttered to Nico, who was stretching nearby.

Nico followed Jack's gaze. "Not sure, but he's been playing like he's possessed. Did something happen?"

Jack shrugged, keeping his eyes on Luke. "Don't know. He's been... off lately. Keeps to himself a lot more."

As practice continued, Luke's focus remained unbroken. He intercepted passes, delivered bone-rattling checks, and fired shots with pinpoint accuracy. His teammates began to whisper among themselves in the locker room, buzz building about the youngest Hughes.

"Hey, Lukey, what's going on with you?" Nico approached him.

Luke shrugged, "Focusing on my game. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you're playing like you're trying to prove something. Or like you're trying to forget something."

Luke clenched his jaws, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his towel. "Drop it, Nico. I'm just trying to play better."

"Alright, man. But if you need me, I'm here. Don't shut out the team."

Luke didn't respond, instead shoving his gear into his bag with a force that spoke for itself. Whatever was eating at him was serious, and the team feared it would affect more than just his game.

~~

Adelaide was at her desk, her fingers flying against her keyboard as she edited photos from their last game. She was immersing herself in her work, hoping it would distract her from her inner turmoil. She was focusing on her job and spending as much time with Matt as possible.

The door to her office swung open, and Luke stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the small space. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening at the determined look on his face.

"We need to talk," his voice barely concealing his anger.

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Luke, I'm busy right now. Can it wait?"

"No," he said firmly, closing the door behind him. "We're not leaving this room until we sort this out."

"What is there to sort out? We made a mistake, and we need to move on."

"A mistake?" his voice rose. "Is that all it was to you?"

Adelaide flinched at his tone, "It's not that simple, Luke. You know it's not."

"Then make it simple for me," he demanded, stepping closer. "Do you have feelings for me or not?"

She looked away, unable to meet his intense gaze. "It doesn't matter what I feel. I'm with Matt. I've made a commitment to him."

Luke's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "So, you're just going to ignore what's between us? Pretend it doesn't exist?"

"What choice do I have?" she voice shook. "I love Matt. I can't just throw that away because I slept with you one time."

"Is that all you think this is? A fling?" his voice was filled with heart.

Adelaide felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "No, but it can't be more than that. It's too complicated."

Luke took a step back, "You're scared. You're scared to admit that you want something different. That you might actually care about me. That you aren't happy with Matt."

"That's not true," she whispered, her resolve crumbling. "I do care about you, but it's not fair to anyone if I act on it."

"Fair?" Luke scoffed. "Life isn't fair, Adelaide. You can't just ignore your feelings because it's inconvenient."

She shook her head, the tears spilling over. "I'm trying to do the right thing. I can't hurt Matt like this."

"And what about me?" his voice cracked. "Do I not matter?"

"Of course you matter," she cried, reaching out to him. "But I can't do this. I can't be with you."

Luke stared at her a moment, his breathing heavy. Then, without warning, he crossed the distance between them in two quick strides and cupped her face in his hands. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, kissing her with a desperation that took her breath away.

She was stunned at first, but then melted into it, her hands gripping his shirt to ground herself. For a moment, all her feelings of guilt and doubt vanished, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of being with him. Of being with Luke.

But reality crashed back in and she pulled away, panting. "Luke, we can't."

"Don't tell me you didn't feel that. Don't tell me you don't want this."

"I do want it. But I can't. I have to think about Matt. I have to think about everyone else."

Luke's shoulders fell, the fight leaving his body. "Fine. If that's how you feel, I'll back off. But don't expect me to just forget out this. About... us."

Adelaide sat back down, staring blankly at her computer screen. The photos she was supposed to be editing blurred together, her mind far too preoccupied. She sighed, rubbing her temples in a futile attempt to clear her mind. They kiss that they had just shared haunted her, the memory replaying over and over again, making it impossible to do any work.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Matt: "Dinner tonight? Been missing you lately <3"

Guilt twisted her stomach as she typed back her response. "Sure, sounds great. I miss you too."

She hit send and put her phone down. She felt like a fraud. Everything felt tainted by her feelings for Luke. She decided to take a break from working, grabbing her coat and leaving the office. She was craving some fresh air. As she walked, she called Sarah. The one person she knew she could talk to about anything, and right now, she really needed her advice.

"Hey, Ady! What's up?"

"Hey, Sarah. Can you meet up? I really need to talk."

"Of course. How about the coffee shop near the area in fifteen?"

"Perfect. See you soon."

Adelaide arrived quickly and ordered herself a latte. When Sarah walked in, she felt a wave of relief. Sarah took one good look at her and knew something was wrong.

"What's going on, Ads?"

"I've messed up, Sarah. Big time."

Sarah reached across the table and held her hand. "Tell me everything."

Over the next hour, Adelaide spilled her guts to her confidante. Telling Sarah all about her feelings for Luke, the kiss, the night they spent together, and the guilt that was tearing her apart.

"Ady, it sounds like you're in a really tough spot. But you have to honest with yourself and with Matt. This isn't fair to anyone, especially not to you."

"I know. But I don't know how to choose. I care about them both so much."

"Maybe you need some time to figure things out. Take a step back, give yourself some space to think about what you really want."

"You're right I just need to clear my head. Thanks, Sar."

"No worries, Ads. That's what I'm here for."

~~

"Luke, we need to talk."

"Not now, Jack," Luke muttered, not even looking away from the TV.

"Yeah, now," Jack insisted. "You've been acting insane. What's going on?"

"I can't, Jack. Just... drop it."

"Nope. Not happening," Jack sat next to him, turning off the TV. "Whatever this is, it's eating you alive. Talk to me."

Luke's frustration boiled over. "It's Adelaide, alright? We... we kissed. We... slept together. And then things got out of hand."

"You and Adelaide? Seriously?" Jack's eyes widened in shock.

"She said it was a mistake, that she loves Matt. But... I can't get her out of my head."

"Holy shit, Luke. That's... a lot. But you can't keep it bottled up. It's tearing you apart."

"I know... but I don't know what to do."

"Look, you need to talk to her. Clear the air. This tension is gonna kill ya both. And if she really loves Matt, you need to try to respect that and move on."

"Yeah. I know. But it's so damn hard."

"I get it, bro. But just take it one step at a time. And remember I'm here for you. Even when you royally fuck up like this."

~~

That evening when Adelaide walked in the door, she could already feel Matt's anger. He was pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Adelaide. We need to talk," his voice was taut with anger.

"What about, Matt?"

"About us! About how distant you've been. It's like you're here, but you're not really here," he snapped, his eyes searching hers for an explanation.

"I've been under a lot of pressure with work. You know that."

"This isn't just about work, Ady! You've been avoiding me. We barely talk anymore, and when we do, it's about the team or the game. When was the last time we slept together? When was the last time you were focused on us? What happened to us?"

She felt a pang of guilt, but also a rush of anger. "Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your career, we wouldn't be having this problem! You're never around, Matt. And when you are, you don't speak to me!"

"That's not fair. You knew how important work was to me when we got together. I thought you supported me."

"I do support you, but I can't be the only one making sacrifices. This is a partnership, not a one-way street."

"A partnership? That's rich coming from you! You used to be my biggest cheerleader, and now I don't even recognize you!"

"Maybe I changed because you never made me feel like I mattered!" she spat back. "It's always been about you and your career, your dreams. What about mine, Matt? What about mine?"

"I never stopped you from chasing your dreams! You can't just blame all our problems on me! You made choices too."

Ady tried her best to think of a response, but Matt continued before she could.

"I can't do this anymore, Ady. I don't even know who you are anymore," his voice breaking with resignation.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe we both need to figure out what we really want," she looked down at her feet.

"I thought we wanted the same thing. But I guess not. Maybe we've grown too far apart."

"I wish things were different, Matthew. I really do."

"Yeah, me too."

For a moment, it seemed like they were about to part ways without another word. But then Adelaide made a gut-wrenching decision. "Matt, there's something I need to tell you. I.... I cheated on you. With Luke."

The confession hit Matt like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with rage. "What did you just say?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. It was a mistake-"

"A mistake?" Matt exploded. "You think that's just a mistake? You've been lying to me, hiding things from me while I thought we were trying to fix things!"

Adelaide tried to reach out to him, but he stepped back, his anger turning into something darker. "I didn't want to hurt you. I was confused, and I made a terrible choice."

His face turned red with fury, "You've betrayed me, Adelaide. You've crossed a line. I can't just let this go. You've been living a lie while I've been trying to make thing work."

"I'm so sorry, Matt. Just let me explain."

"No!" his voice echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls. "I don't want to hear it. You've shattered everything we had. I'm done. I can't even look at you right now."

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Adelaide sat in her dimly lit apartment, feeling the weight of the last few days pressing down on her. The space felt unusually empty, and the silence was almost deafening. She had spent the entire day reflecting on everything that had transpired and was now preparing for an important conversation.

Her phone buzzed, signaling Luke's arrival. She took a deep breath and went to open the door.

Luke stood there, his expression a mixture of resolve and concern. "Hey," he said softly as he stepped inside.

"Hey," Adelaide replied, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "Thanks for coming over."

They moved to the living room, sitting across from each other. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words. Adelaide broke the silence first.

"I wanted to talk about everything that's happened. I know I've hurt you. And I've hurt Matt. And I need to take responsibility for that."

Luke nodded, his gaze was steady but pained. "I appreciate you saying that. I was hurt, and it's been hard trying to understand like... why everything went down the way it did."

"I never meant to hurt you. I was confused. Stuck in a relationship that had been loveless for a while. I was avoiding issues instead of talking about them."

"I get that. I was confused too. We both made mistakes, but we can acknowledge that."

"I think... no, I know that I want to be with you, Luke. I just... can we take things slow? Like super slow? I think I need to process everything that just happened," she giggled lowly.

"Yeah, of course. I'd like that a lot, Ady. Let's take this one day at a time.

"Sounds perfect."

Luke smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Now, why don't you tell me why I'm your favourite Hughes brother," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, "If I must..."

[mythicmanuscripts]

Sensitive!Jace is canon to me now!

Could you write something about edging him? I feel like he would be really into it to prolong the high as much as possible before having to come down, but he'd also be so impatient about it like begging and tearing up a bit because he wants to finish yk?

That + some teasing like asking him what he wants even though he can barely form coherent sentences, let alone make up his mind

Amazing idea anon!! I absolutely love this idea oh my god. I also love how we're all obsessed with sensitive!Jace, it is cannon to me too now.

Anyway, soft, NSFW sub!Jace below the cut!!

I've discussed this with other asks before but it definitely bares repeating: Jace would have discovered edging on his own and not even know what it was? He just knows that it feels so good and if he stops before he cums then he doesn't get that horrific comedown afterwards. However, it was also playing with fire because if he did cum it would be so much more intense and he'd be left panting and crying for over an hour afterwards. He also had to be careful because any stimulation soon after that at all could make him cum and send him spiralling.

(Sidenote: I'm now picturing a situation where Jace edges himself before the wedding because he's far too horny to do nothing. When he stops for the last time, he just lays there for a while trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally cum. But then he gets out of bed to change into sleep-clothes and while he's doing this, his shirt grazes his cock and then next thing he knows he's collapsing on the floor and cumming so hard he can't even get up for a while. Maybe after this he panics and goes to you? Or even calls a servant to fetch you and you find him on the floor, still unable to get up? Just a thought lads... Anyway back to the actual ask!!)

It takes Jace a few months to admit he likes that, and I think maybe it only gets admitted when you two are talking? You're laying in bed with him, with Jace on his side to face you.

You're discussing how you can help him better after he cums and so you ask him what he used to do when he touched himself, and that's when he blushes deep red and tells you about how he used to touch himself and then stop before he came.

Immediately you ask if that's something he'd be interested in doing with you, where you edge him. He's nodding pretty much instantly, and then burying his head in your shoulder because he's gotten all flustered. You chuckle and wrap your arm around him, turning onto your back and taking you with him so that he's on top of you.

You ask him again, and he just whines and stays where he is, clearly embarrassed and very very flustered. You've been with him for long enough now that you know as much as he gets all blushy and squirmy, he absolutely LOVES being lovingly teased like that. He feels so nice and warm.

You feel him nod against your neck, and then you feel more than hear him mumble something. You ask him to repeat himself, and whines again before lifting his head just enough to say, "Would be nice, as long... you'll be there after, right?"

Which, you'd die for him actually.

You give him a little squeeze and turn you head to kiss his cheek, "Of course," you tell him, kissing his cheek again before saying, "Always, I'd never make you recover alone, you know that."

You can feel him smile against your neck, and you slip your hand under his shirt to run your nails up and down his back. You feel the way his entire body shivers and he relaxes into you, letting you rub his back. Jace just... absolutely loves being petted? Laying in bed with you and letting you love on him.

Pretty soon you feel he's starting to get hard, which isnt at all surprising considering what you had been discussing and how you're gently scratching his back.

"Wanna give it a try?" you ask him, kissing his cheek when he lifts his head up.

You feel him nod against your neck, and also feel that he's starting to rock his hips to get some friction. As much as you want to just turn him over and play with him, you also want to tease him a little because he's clearly all soft and flustered and in the perfect headspace for it.

You tell him if he wants it then he has to ask for it, and he immediately whines and tries to hid in your neck, grinding down against the bed harder. You give the hair at the nape of his neck a light tug and ask the question again. He tries his best to answer you, but he also can barely form sentences.

He slips into subspace so easily. He's all warm and safe in bed with you, feeling your hands all over, knowing you'll make him feel amazing. He lifts his head and looks up at you and you see that teary look in his eyes that lets you know he's floating.

You flip him over then, and start playing with him. He's so sweet, squirming and whimpering as you palm him through his underclothes. When you remove his clothes, he’s rock hard.

You settle between his thighs, gently stroking his cock before taking him in your mouth until he’s crying out and saying he’s close. He’s so pretty, tears streaming down his face as he begs and pleads, but he’s also thanking you the whole way because it feels so so good.

He keeps on begging to cum but then thanking you every time you edge him because it prolongs the pleasure and it feels amazing.

When you finally give him permission to cum, he actually tells you to stop. You’re confused, and obviously you pull away immediately and ask what’s wrong.

It takes him a few minutes to stop crying enough to speak and then he asks you to come sit up the top of the bed with him. You ask what he means and he blushes and whines and then eventually says, “Wanna, wanna be held when I cum. Please?”

There’s no way in hell you’re denying that request so you quickly shuffle up the bed and pull him close. You wrap your arm around his shoulder to keep him close and then lift his one leg up and hook it over your lap so you have full access to stroke him.

He cums like that, crying out and burying his head in your shoulder. He’s so sweet, shaking and whining. The moment it’s over you quickly remove your hand. You know how sensitive Jace is at the best of times and now that you’ve edged him you’re sure it’s even worse.

He ends up curled up sideways on your lap, his entire body shaking. You just rub his back and kiss his neck, whispering praise into his ear. He eventually just collapses against you, not an ounce of tension anywhere in his body as he just breathes deep.

When he opens his eyes again, he looks up at you with this lazy smile and it’s just so so clear that he’s so happy?? Yeah he’s sensitive and definitely vulnerable, but he’s in bed with you, in your arms, he knows he’ll be just fine.

[hysteriablues]

||Midnight Kisses||

Muzan x gn!human reader

Muzan and his secret lover meet up at night again after quiet sometime. Pure fluff ahead, ooc Muzan

It was night time, the moon stood tall in the sky as no clouds could be seen. The stars shone brightly in the dark night sky, it was a peaceful and quiet night. A silhouette could be made out under the moonlight, a person. They were dressed in black clothing. A concerned look could be made out on their face as they started pacing around the three. It was already past midnight, where was he? The person they were so impatiently waiting for seemed to be late, which was extremely unusual. A sigh was let out as they took out a box of cigarettes from their pocket, trying to calm their nerves by filling their lungs with that familiar smoke again.

"I told you before this is bad for you didn't I?"

The figure came to and halt at that voice, a noticable smile made it's way onto their face as they turned to greet the male who was standing not too far from them.

"Muzan, and there you had me getting worried over you."

Now the both of them had smiles adoring their faces as Muzan stepped closer to the human. The demon king wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pulled them closer, taking the box of cigarettes out of their hands.

"Apologies my dear, I've got held up with.. let's say a situation that suddenly came up."

The handsome man explained as he buried his face into their lovers neck, inhaling their all too familiar scent. A giggle was heard as the demon felt a hand run through his hair, he relaxed at the touch having been stressed about the situation that occured sometime ago.

"Don't worry about it love, I'm glad you're okay. I've seen a lot more demon slayers around lately and couldn't help but be worried."

They sighed out continuing to run their fingers through their boyfriend's hair as it also had an calming effect to them. Muzan sighed out and placed a kiss onto his lovers neck. They had to be more careful then, he wouldn't want them getting hurt because of him in any way. If that where to happen he wouldn't ever forgive himself for it. Muzan wished nothing more than to just take them with him to the infinity fortress, but he knew better than that. Especially with some of the uppermoons being as unhinged as they are, his mind lingering on uppermoon two. He shook those thoughts out of his head as he leaned back again to look his partner into the face. They smiled right at him, and his stress practically melted away.

"Then we might have to start meeting up at a different location then, I wouldn't want those slayers interrupting my time with you in any way. I already got the uppermoons for that."

Shaking their head they placed a hand on Muzan's cheek and caressed it gently, noticing the way how this whole situation seemed to have stressed the man. They placed a quick peck onto the demons lips and watched as a warm smile made it's way onto their boyfriend's lips again. The man simply looked beautiful, his black hair that contrasted his pale skin so well and the way his pretty red eyes practically glowed in the dark. Everything about him was breath taking. It was nearly impossible to believe that someone like him, had chosen someone like them to be by his side. None on the less they were extremely grateful for that as Muzan had always treated them well no matter what. They would never wish for anyone else than him, that much was clear. A comfortable silence was shared between the two as they looked at each other with each a fond smile on their face.

"You look pretty today, like always."

A grin made it's way onto their face when they catched the look of surprise on their lovers face. Seems like the man had not expected the sudden compliment as he blinked a few times before he grumbled a bit under his breath. Laughter made it's way out if their mouth seeing the demon's reaction. A glare was thrown their way.

"I'm sorry that was so- you're so cute. I couldn't help myself but laugh at your expression!"

They tried to defend themself all while trying not to laugh in the middle of their words again. Muzan could never be mad at them. Their laughter made his heart jump as he hadn't heard it in quiet a while. The demon king let out a chuckle of his own, amused and happy to see his lover enjoying themself like that all because of his blatant surprise. An idea struck his head as he started moving his hands that were placed on the others waist up by a few inches. A confused look was send his way before that look suddenly turned into a panicked one.

"Too late darling, this is my revenge."

And with that he started tickling them. He watched as they squirmed like crazy trying to escape his grasp while laughing the whole time. They were begging for him to stop in between their fits of laughter. He grinned and continued tickling them, only stopping when he felt satisfied having heard them laugh for long enough. Muzan watched his lover catch their breath again as they were leaning on him for support.

"That was such a foul move mister, booo. I can't believe you did this to me!"

They exclaimed pretending to be hurt by the others action which earned them a quiet chuckle. The demon started mockingly cooing at them patting his lovers head and caressing their cheek.

"Oh you poor thing, want me to kiss it better hm?"

His lover crossed their arms before their chest pouting seeming to think about the offer. They looked Muzan up and down, as if trying to decide if Muzan was worth forgiving. A small grin made it's way across their face as their eyes stayed on the other's lips just a second more than the rest of his body. That was more than enough a clear yes. Muzan took a step forward, trapping them between his own body and the tree. His hands met his lovers waist once again as he leaned closer. The moment his lips made contact with theirs he closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment. Both of their lips moved in sync against each other. Arms were wrapped around Muzans neck the next second pulling him in deeper. The two lovers broke apart for a second before connecting their lips again. That cycle got repeated a few more times leaving the human gasping for air at some point. Of course Muzan quickly noticed that and they broke apart once more. Placing their foreheads against each other's they gazed into the others eyes. A smile made it's way onto their face again upon seeing the way those pretty red eyes glowed in the dark.

"You know, we should do this more often."

The demon king couldn't stop the grin that made it's way across his face at his lovers comment. He nodded in agreement before being pulled in for another kiss from them. If not for the sun that was going to rise again soon, they could have kept going at this forever but sadly good things end too. Their hand caressed Muzan's face one last time for the night as the two bid each other goodbye. They would meet up again, in a few weeks this time. Until then they had to wait patiently just daydreaming about his kisses once more. But they didn't mind, a long as he always came back to them.

[crazycurly-77]

Memory Loss - Chapter 7

Standing outside Gibbs’ door you sighed, then turned the doorknob and walked into the room. “Hey, Honey! How are you?” you smiled, walked over to him and kissed him lightly on his lips. “Hey, Sweetheart. Now I'm fine. I've missed you” he answered and kissed you longingly. 

“Oh my…” you thought, moaning. 

Taking a step back, but always holding his hand you shared the good news with him “I have good news for you. I’ve spoken to the doc just now and he said you can go home tomorrow! That's wonderful, isn't it?”

“Yes! I miss you so much and I can't wait to finally cuddle and be alone with you again” he replied, smirking widely at you. His look spoke of thoughts that weren't exactly suitable for young people.

You gulped and your brain was divided between shock and hyperactivity “and I thought it was hard until now, but that…wow. Okay, for him it's normal because in his mind we are married, but for me…”

“I've missed you so much and I feared so much for you. Please don't do this to me again” you pleaded with him. He chuckled and softly stroke your hand, “I'll do my very best my love. But please note, I can't lose you and will do everything in my power to protect you.”

You looked him lovingly in his stunning eyes and answered softly “then please note, that I can't lose you either.”

Nothing more was spoken, because your looks spoke for you. No words were needed. But this romantic harmony was suddenly broken as the doc entered the room. 

“Hello Mr. Gibbs, how are you doing today?” 

“Quite fine. My wife just told me I am to go home tomorrow, so I think I am able to go back to work, too.”

“If you feel comfortable with that, that would surely be possible. Why not?” 

“Good!”

“Do we have to pay attention to anything? Precautions for example?” you asked doc Miller. 

“No. Just take care of him and don't force anything.”

“Okay, then that's settled. I'll take you home tomorrow.” you said to your “husband”. 

He stood up out of his bed and walked over to you. Standing directly in front of you he whispered “and then we go to the office.”

You gulped because of his close proximity and because you have to give your boss an order “no, we will only drive home.”

Gibbs turned to the doc “leave us alone.”

“Okay, until tomorrow. Have a nice day.”

The door closed behind Miller and you two were alone again. 

“Jethro…” his name felt strange, but wonderful on your tongue. 

“Y/N, I'm fine. Believe me. I'm going nuts if I spend any time longer on my ass doing nothing” he said looking at you intently. 

“Are you sure?” 

"Yes, my dear."

“Good. Then I go home now and will be back directly first thing in the morning.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye, my love” you whispered and kissed him. 

Then you left to meet with Ducky. 

As you parked in front of Gibbs’ house Ducky was already waiting for you. 

You exited the car and the two of you hugged. 

“Hello, my dear.”

“Hi, Ducky.”

“How is he doing?” 

“You know him. He's impatient as always and wants to go immediately to work.”

You both laughed wholeheartedly. That was Jethro as you knew him. 

“Okay Y/N, let's go and make yourself at home.”

“Thank you so much for coming with me. I would feel as if I would break into his home otherwise” you whispered. 

“Absolutely understandable, but I am at your side. We will do this together and I will show you everything” Ducky said and smiled encouragingly. 

So the two of you went into Gibbs’ house. Ducky gave you a tour and you placed the things of yourself, which you had brought with you. 

It was a beautiful house, but not really a home. Maybe you can help him in this matter, if he accepts that. 

The biggest surprise was in his basement. It was not a rumor, it was the truth. He was building a boat in his basement, which led to the big question of how he would get it out of here. But maybe he will tell you someday. 

When you were done and were ready to leave, Ducky said “you should lock up. He wants to protect you at all costs, so he would lock up his door, too.”

“Yeah, sure. He had even risked his life for me. So the least I can do for him is help him get well again and remember everything.”

You sighed, locked the door and turned back to Ducky. You wished each other a good evening and drove home. Tomorrow would be a big and hard day and nobody knew what will happen when your boss saw the office and his home once more.

(To be continued...)

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[moaserendipity]

My Top 10 BL's of 2023

I am back with my personal top 10 of 2023. I know I've been super quiet these days but making a top 10 is always fun to do. The #1 has been decided early this past year but for the rest... It was a crazy year for BL but only a few were really top tier...🔥🔥

10. My Personal Weatherman (Taikan Yoho)

One of the Japanese BL's I really enjoyed watching. It was more grown up then the ones I've seen and that was very welcome. I love the dynamics between the main characters a lot. It was a bit of a slow one, with the lack in communication between the two but I forgive that because the chemistry was really good.

09. Wedding Plan

Oh how i looked forward to this one, the second I saw the trailer. I loved the storyline but I thought it was very short, which made them rush through it at times, which was a shame because it was actually really good and I just wanted to see more. I loved the chemistry between Sailom and Namnuea, So I really enjoyed watching them. They are very new if I'm correct but I didn't notice it at all, so hopefully they will get another BL together but a longer one. Also I love the GL in this BL, it was very natural and I in the end hoped they would be the ones that got to marry. Not to forget about the cameo;s of my babies Payu and Rain and of course Prapai and Sky.

08. Moonlight Chicken

This one I've waited for so so long and it was kind of a surprise because I love EarthMix, Like Mix is my man but my attention got taken away from them and got attached to GemFourth who played Li Ming and Heart. I just loved everything about them! I loved how they incorporated Sign language because Heart was deaf and just the overall chemistry between them, was everything. They made me smile so much. Jim and Wen, you know were amazing as well but I sometimes felt frustrated by their interaction. The close moments they had were amazing of course but it was not what I expected from EarthMix but overall this drama was definitely worth the wait!

07. Kiseki: Dear to Me

I absolutely loved this one. I couldn't get enough of it. I am a sucker for the Hate to Love trope and this had exactly that and in a gangster way. Like I loved it. ZeRui and Bangyi were made for each other and you can't tell me otherwise how he went to prison for ZeRui and even got hurt but he still decided to dedicate his bakery to him with his Strawberry cakes, ugh too cute. The second couple made me want even more. The sassiness of Ai Di and the coldness of Chen Yi, they were really something. The way Chen Yi didn't realize that Ai Di loved him until he went to prison or that one hot night made me slap my forehead because nothing was more obvious, so I can not explain how happy I was they finally got together in the end!!

06. My School President

This really was a GemFourth year because this was their first leading BL and boy how they won us over with their cuteness. The OST was also seriously top tier. I think I loved all the songs. This entire Cast was amazing! To think I almost skipped this one...That would've been a mistake for sure, so I'm happy that I decided to give it another try because I fell in love with them and bingewatched it in one go. I can't wait to see the next project from them.!

5. Our Dating Sim

this Korean BL was a welcome one. I loved the office setting of this BL and the fact that the episodes were short as usual, didn't disturb me that much. Their chemistry made up for that! I will never forget how my heart sank when Ki Tae thought Wan had disappeared again, this poor man but I loved how Wan immediately comforted him the second he saw him. I should really rewatch this again.

4. Last Twilight

I know it's still running but I can not leave it out of my top10 for 2023. I am impressed with Jimmy and Sea. These two are everything to me at this moment. Their chemistry is crazy and I am happy they have this BL to show their talents again. I am impatiently waiting every week for the next episode and so far no episode has disappointed me, which is rare tbh.

3. Sing my Crush

Sing my crush was not even on my radar but the second I came across it, I bingewatched it. I am a sucker for music BL's, where the actors can ACTUALLY sing and play instruments.. I loved it so much. from start to finish. I really think this BL was very underrated. I did not hear a lot of people about it but it definitely deserves more!

2. I feel you linger in the Air

Ever since I saw the trailer, I wanted to see this one badly and boy did it not disappoint! I was in awe every episode. I don't think I've ever seen a Thai Bl that was staged in the past. Also this way of time traveling is one I actually like. As long as no bodies get switched I am loving it. Their chemistry was top notch and those intimate scenes. That kiss in the rain, Art I am telling you and that massage scene, HELLO!! I literally forgot to breathe at that point and my face was almost stuck to the screen, crazy!! So yeah this was a true masterpiece!

01. The Eighth Sense

Let's all act surprised by this one...... what can I say? This one touched my intire being. It touched my soul, My heart everything. I cried, laughed and even cursed at 2 people in particular.. This is the biggest masterpiece of 2023 and nothing can change my mind about this. The way I anticipated every week and felt sad when it ended, ugh!! I just want to praise Oh Jun Taek for the way he acted, because if I'm correct this was his first acting job or at least he is very new but he pulled it of perfectly and Ji sub, I am applauding him for the way he portrayed Jae Won. All I need now is a season 2 or an special episode where we see them do the things Jihyun wanted... like just please!! In al seriousness everything was amazing about this one and that's why it's my number 1

I really do think that the Korean BL's won this round. I feel like they are finally stepping up their game. It's still not as Explicit as Thai or Taiwanese but that's not what I am expecting. I don't always have to have NC scenes because without a story, it's not worth a lot. Overal the Bl's were powerful this year and Top tier. Hopefully next year will bring us even better ones!! <3

[likeafairytale]

“Wait!” - Wendy catching Malachai on the shore just before he was about to dive into the ocean to join a battle, surprising him because he didn't know she was there

Malachai was about to enter the water when he heard a familiar voice. Frowning, he turned around and stepped back to be sure the water won't touch him. The young prince was more than surprised to see the girl here, and even though he was a bit concerned by her presence, he couldn't help but smile a little, before coming to meet her half way. Malachai looked at her catching her breath, asking himself if she ran all her way out but a quick look behind her made him understand that she borrowed one of the horse. This time, his smiled vanished and fear took place. Wendy would have never taken a horse if it wasn't important. Thief wasn't well received here, especially by servant. Malachai put his hand on her shoulder when she finally looked at him.

“Did something happened to my siblings?” He asked anxiously. That was his first thought. Why else would she have broke the rules if not for something this crucial. But the young girl shook her head, looking right through Malachai. It was as if she wasn't seeing him at all, which concerned him a little.

“No, no they are just fine. But I need to tell you something important.”

“Malachai!” They both heard Markos' voice coming from the sea.

The merman, and Malachai's second, was visibly waiting for him, and by the tone of his voice it was clear that he was impatient. Since they were little, Markos always loved battles and war. Malachai never truly understood this side of his friend, even less now that they were adult. A battle was about the start against the Zorra, and Markos was the first one to be excited. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't do anything without the approval of Malachai, so for now, he was waiting, his spear in one hand, looking intensely at Malachai as if it will make him come faster. Malachai sighed a little and rolled his eyes, no, really, he'll never understand why his friend loved violence so much. After a moment, he turned his head, focusing back on Wendy.

“Can't it wait my return? From what I've read in a missive, the Zorra already took one of the villages at the barrier.”

“No!” Wendy said louder that she wanted. That surprised Malachai and herself too, and she was happy that the other merman was too far to hear her. “I'm sorry, I didn't... I shouldn't be here, but I needed to tell you something, and it can't wait...” She started, and by her voice and demeanour that it was truly important. In the background, they could hear Markos calling for his friend, but the prince pretended he did not hear. Slowly, he took Wendy's hands into his, forcing her to look at him in the eyes.

“Go on, I'm listening.”

“When you think you have to go right, it's a trap. Go left. I know how it sounds, and I don't know what it means, I just know it's important, so promise me you'll remember it.”

Malachai was puzzled by her words. For now, they mean nothing important, but in a few hours they will be life-changing. He looked at her, perplexed, and he could see in her eyes that she was more than serious. She wouldn't be here if it was nothing to worry about. She wouldn't risk her life by stealing a horse if it wasn't significant. He knew that too well. Malachai couldn't help it; he gently caressed her cheek, a gesture that he only could do in private –sure, Markos was there but from where he stood he couldn't see it. The prince notice that Wendy stopped breathing for a short moment, and that made him smile a little.

“I promise I won't forget. I'll go left. But how do you know it's a trap?”

“I've seen it.” She said without hesitation, and it made Malachai frowned. She shook her head, as to put order in her thoughts, before adding: “Most times what I see only makes sense once the worst has passed. Don't let it happen. Come back alive.” She explained, and even though Malachai did not understand what she was talking about, he trusted her more than anyone, so he nodded. It seemed to relax Wendy who sighed a little, closing her eyes.

“I'll be back soon, and alive, I swear to you. Here, have it as a keepsake for the time being.”

Following his words, he took off his signet ring, the one with his initial on it, the one he never wore off. Without a hesitation, he placed the ring in Wendy's palm, and she sighed in disbelief.

“I cannot accept it. If someone sees me with your ring t-”

“You came here by horse, and I'm sure you were discreet enough for no one to see you flee. I have no doubt that you'll be smart enough to hide it well. I trust you, Winny.”

Wendy nodding and a small smile appeared on her face. Malachai wanted to stay. He wanted to take a walk with the woman he loved alongside the beach. Watch the sunset with her. But instead he had to go back under the sea, fight a battle he wished to settle with diplomacy. Once again, Markos' voice called Malachai, and this time he couldn't ignore it, he knew he had to go. Before she could say anything, or even comprehend it, Malachai came closer and kissed Wendy. A furtive kiss that was enough to make his heart miss a beat.

“Don't forget, please.”

“I won't. Left, not right.” He said and with his words he was off to the sea.

[figgrrr0]

hello helloo, tbh i just really wanted to share a brainrot i've had but i have no friends to share it to..so i came here instead hehe..

m!y/n and ajax in a college au where y/n and ajax are kinda like enemies ?? y/n is really quiet but really fuckin cocky and ajax keeps teasing him and usually brings him into the spotlight which is the cause for most of their arguments and they usually end up in detention or something bc of it

and like y/n hates ajax right but this one time the two were drunk at a party and they end up having sex w/each other and like ajax keeps degrading y/n bc of how fucking subby he is in bed like ajax genuinely thought he would get dominated by y/n but to his surprise y/n is just this soft subby little bitch in bed just constantly begging for ajax's cock and shit but when ajax treats him roughly y/n gets so damn embarrassed he starts holding in his moans and he keeps trying to muffle them and it lowkey makes ajax irritated so he holds y/n's hands and now y/n's just this loud moaning mess and he's so embarrassed but can't do shit about it

the next morning is even more embarrassing bc ajax keeps teasing y/n and y/n just can't stand to hear it and they're still enemies and everyone still thinksthey hate each other but sometimes y/n goes to ajax just bc he's so fuckin desperate for ajax's cock ♡♡♡

THEY END UP DATING IN THE END BUT LIKE enemies to lovers my beloved

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY LITTLE BRAINROT ♡♡♡ really appreciated btw hehe i'd love to be known as 🌱 anon if that's okay hehe have a feeling i'll be on this blog alot..anyway THANK YOU AGAIN hope you have a good day ♡♡

~ 🌱 anon !!

You'll get no judgement from me, so you're always welcome to drop off some thoughts here! 🩷

Tartaglia college AU headcanons

Reader: Male // Genre: Smut // Cw: Humiliation, slight degradation, exhibitionism, teasing

Oooh so much would change between them after just that one incident.

Before, Ajax would've held back a bit on what he said. After all, he didn't know Y/N's limits or what would happen if he went too far. But, now that he knows that Y/N's getting off on it? God... he'd be using it against him alllll the time.

I'm talking grabbing Y/N's ass in public when he knows no-one else is looking. He'd be subtle about it, just in case, but he wouldn't actually care if someone saw, because that'd make Y/N so much more embarrassed. And with how paranoid he already is, looking back and forth as he tries to pretend that he isn't enjoying it, Ajax knows that the little teases and threats of people watching are worth it. Even more so if Y/N gets pouty or annoyed when he stops.

And you just know that Ajax would hint to the fact that they'd fucked while in conversation with their peers. I don't think he'd do it while Y/N isn't there, it's more so just to see how riled up he can get him, rather than to cause any actual rumours. Bonus points if Y/N is just quietly seething until he can cut into the conversation long enough to change the topic, while Ajax just stands off to the side with an amused smirk; listening to the extensive excuses Y/N throws out to try and cover up the mess he's made.

Ajax teasing Y/N all day: lingering touches, lidded eyes, and his voice drawn just that little bit deeper when talking to him. And then, when Y/N starts acting bratty/complaining, or trying to take control to get Ajax to actually do something... He'd remind Y/N of how needy he was for his cock on that night at the party, degrading him for liking it so much and making fun of him for his impatience. All the while knowing full well that he'd done it on purpose.

Eventually, when the unavoidable rumours do start to circle and stir, Ajax loves it. Because on the lead up to it all, when just a few voices are speaking up in suspicion, Y/N starts getting easier to rile up. But when everything unfolds, and it seems like the whole school knows what they've been doing, the whispers and the gossip starts getting to Y/N. Even though he puts up an uncaring face in front of those who ask or accuse, he can't stop himself from turning to the one person who knows what this situation feels like for help... Ajax.

Even if he does show his need for comfort as barraging through the door last thing at night, blaming Ajax for the swirling gossip and how it was his fault in the first place, Ajax is able to calm him down surprisingly easily. He's not as heartless as he's sometimes portrayed. He knows when it's the right time for his spiteful jabs and sarcastic comebacks.

So, when they spend that night with Y/N huddled up on Ajax's bed, with a soothing cup of their favourite drinks and a shaky joke or reassurance to fill the uncertain silences, they get the chance to really take a look at their relationship.

After all, why not make the most of the publicity to announce their relationship, when that's what got them in this situation in the first place?

Or maybe that was Ajax's plan all along...

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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[where-dreamers-go]

So this might be an oddly specific ask, but you know how people, when faced with danger have different reactions? Fight, flight or freeze.

Eragon obviously has a fight reaction, but I would like to request an Eragon x reader where the reader has a freeze reaction?

I have that reaction and I've been embarrassed about it all my life. Whenever there's a jump scare in a haunted house or in a film, I completely freeze up and cannot move, and I've always been mocked because of it. I would just like to know how one of my favorite characters reacts to this, if he's even able to be in a relationship with someone that has a freeze reaction, since he's in danger so often.

Anyways, if this is too stupid or vague no worries, please skip it!

"Freeze" Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Hi there! 'Oddly specific' is completely fine. It means I don't have to guess what's going on. So thank you. :) This is not vague. It presents a question that needs some version of an answer. It gets the thoughts going!

This is a very interesting question. I mean, I'm going to guess that the 'fight or flight' phrase doesn't exist in Alagaësia or nearby, however the idea might still stand. Unless I forgot something, which is highly likely.

I am deeply sorry that the no-good, no-filter, boring humans who mocked you. I spit at their memory.

That being said, Eragon in danger so often? Hmmm let's go back to Alagaësia, shall we?

Warnings: Canon violence. Attempted assassination. Nothing actually described.

Word Count: 1,585 words)

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Happiness. Such a large concept and emotion behind a word.

Eragon was not sure he knew what it meant when he was tending to the farm with his family. As days went by, he figured he learned more of what happiness looked like. What it felt like to have in his life.

Sometimes happiness was a short moment. Other times it was how Saphira and himself grew closer. Being alone with his thoughts, Eragon figured happiness also came from you.

You were unexpected. The romantic relationship you both started—no, created—was a delightful wonder. You were lovely, someone he trusted. Something he couldn’t claim to have with many people he met lately, trust.

Everyone seemed to have their own agenda and wanted to drag him into it. To have him be the one to help them all. He doubted himself, even the trust they had in him. Or rather they were expectations. Obligations he had a Dragon Rider. People threw it onto him.

Not you however. You saw him, the boy under the title, with brown eyes of wonder at the world around him. Many a surprise was displayed before him as time passed faster. No more farming. No counting of crops. Eragon trained with a sword and counted how many times you held his hand versus how often you complimented Saphira. She loved it of course. The compliments, not so much how Eragon tried keeping track of them.

Above him, high into the clouds, Saphira stretched her wings at her leisure. Out of sight from any opposing forces’ scouts. Hopefully.

Being a Rider carried as many miraculous positives as it brought disastrous negatives. Thoughts of holding water without physically touching evaporated when faced with a thousand flying arrows.

Sitting further back against the tree, Eragon extended his legs. All the traveling paired with growing stress pinched at his fading cramps. At least there was breathing room. No rows of tents. No armor. Eragon did not need the constant reminder of war.

He took a deep breath. The air was mild, but not unpleasant. A fine day to enjoy as it was. As with his growing habit, his eyes peered over to the tree-line where he last saw you. A warm light in his life of falling into battles and cold-eyed soldiers.

Was it wrong of him to keep his enormous responsibilities and prefer his time with you and Saphira? He hoped not. There was a comfort he needed that running in armor could not provide.

Eragon chuckled to himself. Impatience crept up and he knew Saphira would remind him of it later. He missed your presence already. Could he not wait a few more minutes for you to return? He had little choice. Hands tapping away, he did not stop himself from imagining your fingers in his hair. Wishing for your soft attention. Genuine affection. Perhaps a kiss.

A wave of immediate alarm filled his stomach, feelings not his own.

Little one.

The Rider reached for his sword.

(Y/N) is in danger. A human is hunting them.

In a rush, Eragon was on his feet and pushing passed low lying foliage. Iced heat filled his veins. Running with fear and anger. A dangerous combination as Saphira dived closer.

They couldn’t let any harm come to you.

* * * 

All better, you smiled to yourself. Glad we could be on the ground even a little. Even for a short while.

Seeing a familiar branch on the ground, you hurried along.

I don’t want Eragon worrying about me. You cringed at the thought.

The last thing you wanted was Eragon being anxious of your whereabouts every day. He had enough on his shoulders. He and Saphira both had. You wanted to be the one piece of his life that he never had to question.

A sudden screech of a bird caused you to halt in your tracks.

Silly bird, you thought. Calming your breath, you watched as the bird flew off to another tree, and you were able to walk again. I should be back in the clearing soon.

Thoughts of being in your significant other’s arms again eased your nerves. Hours of flying with your arms securely around Eragon only made you imagine it more earlier. How could an embrace be a simple gesture?

Avoiding a bush, your gaze drifted off into the woods. Movement had caught your attention. Yet nothing out of the ordinary stuck out. Not a leaf. Not a twig.

You shook it out of your mind. There were other things to attend to besides bird watching.

You frowned.

An itch or a pressure greeted the edge of your mind. A feeling you were suppose to know and learn to block. Mind reading or an attack.

You focused on the first tree closest to you without looking at yourself.

(Y/N)! GET OUT OF THE WOODS! Eragon’s voice echoed through your mind. Emotions spiking fear into your own.

Were you not alone in the woods?

No, you thought as a coldness washed over your entire body. Frozen in fear. Eyes locked on the unknown figure approaching you through the underbrush.

GO! Please!

Eragon’s pleas did nothing to move you. No matter if it was your own will or his desperation, it would do nothing to help.

You could not move.

Running would be safer. There were no weapons at your side for defense. None of it mattered because you knew those were not options. You wished they were.

Time went on and the person gained speed. Drawing their weapon from behind them. A type of axe. Sharp nonetheless.

Mentally screaming, you begged your legs to take off sprinting.

Light reflected off of the blade’s edge. The hood flew off of the person’s head, eyebrows darkening over their eyes. Closer to their target. Their goal.

“Jierda!”

Within the attacker’s grasp, the hilt of their weapon broke in two. Blade piercing the ground.

Within the attacker’s grasp, the hilt of the weapon broke in two. Blade piercing the ground.

Bursting forth from the greenery was your hero with his sword but a blur in the air. Not another word coming from him.

The attacker unsheathed a long dagger. Sights set on Eragon.

Your eyes closed.

No. No, no, no. You thought, trying to block out the sounds of the fight in front of you and hoping Eragon would walk away unscathed.

Your heart beat loudly in your ears. A sharp contrast to the woods even as the ground shook momentarily. It scared you more than it should, but what chart was written to make that so? No matter what level of fear you had, it was still that: fear.

Terror rushed through you again at a sudden touch on your shoulders.

“Open your eyes.”

Eragon. Doing as he said was the easiest feat of movement.

Warmth flooded into your limbs and all you wanted to do was curl into Eragon’s chest to cry at the sight of his wide brown eyes. Testing with a small twitch of your fingers brought more relief. His panting breath grounded you. Something real. Something nonthreatening.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head.

“Why didn’t you run?” Eragon grasped your hands tightly. “They were almost upon you. If I would have—” Closing his mouth, he glanced towards the edge of the tree-line.

You had a feeling he and Saphira were exchanging words.

When did Eragon’s mind leave mine? You stopped your thoughts before they ran away from you with imagining what lay behind Eragon and out of your line of sight.

“I’m sorry.” Genuine and a reflex choice of words. Fear morphing itself into guilt and shame. “I couldn’t run away, Eragon. I’m sorry. And I was out here too long. I was scared.” You swallowed in resistance to the lump in your throat. “I’m so sorry.”

After releasing your hands, Eragon wrapped his arms around you. Snug and unyielding of emotions.

“I was afraid of losing you.” He murmured into your shoulder. “If you can not run—”

—we will find another way to protect you. Saphira spoke into your mind. Her words were gentle, but firm.

“When you’re not with us…we could make a protection necklace or a small item for you.”

“What ever you two think best.”

Good.

“Now,” Eragon stepped out of the hug and took hold of your hand. “Let’s get back to Saphira.”

A wise decision.

You nodded quickly.

We do not know if someone will come searching for the filth. Leaving this place should be done swiftly before anyone may catch sight of us.

“I think I’ve had enough time on the ground,” you stated as Eragon lead you through the edge of the woods.

Moving forward, Saphira’s blue scales glimmered and shined in the sunlight. If someone wasn’t struck with horror at the sight of her then they should just as well be hit with her beauty. How many people of Alagaësia could say either?

“The land is vast from here to the next town. Perhaps we could find another place to rest.” Eragon wondered aloud. “Before nightfall.”

You squeezed his hand.

Brown eyes met your gaze. A blend of determination, worry, and deep affection. However short your time together had been compared to the lives of many, Eragon shared his value of your relationship together.

With time, you hoped he wouldn’t have to worry as much. But that was wishful thinking in Alagaësia when Eragon was weaved further into its events.

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[inavagrant-a]

It's like an earthquake took place in the very character of the pyro user and it has been nothing but aftershock after aftershock since then. Tetsuya did take notice of it earlier and perhaps he should have done something about it then to spare himself the hassle now, but oh well. He's not one to weep over spilled milk, he'll simply have to do with what he has and isn't that always the case anyway? At least now a days and as of late. The turbulence started the closer they got to these blood stained sands, these miserable ruins, and this sandstorm that will never cease its cries for help from the hopeless and the damned from times oh so long ago. Tetsuya hardly thought that it was the consecrated beasts, or the vipers, or the littered automatons that have instilled fear upon Thoma. Why, he wasn't scared of Scaramouche back then, surely these little things aren't anything worth fretting about, he could give that much credit without a flinch. However that last close call with the Wenut almost makes Tetsuya want to reconsider. It even seems like Thoma needs to take a moment to collect his thoughts and feelings even through the haze of his eyes, a haze Tetsuya is all but too sickly familiar with. It's the look someone has when they're stuck in the past and are struggling to get out from it. It is burdensome to him to think that he can understand because of personal experience.

The wanderer does grow impatient, it is in his nature to do so and yet he does not pressure Thoma as he had been just moments prior after coming to the conclusion that he has. It is not actually surprising at the end of the day perhaps. That the curse this place chants day in and day out is beating Thoma to a pulp. In fact, Tetsuya would argue that's quite a normal reaction, an acceptable one unlike the ones from the scholars who seem ever so fascinated from all of the pain and ruin this place stands for. It is so glaringly obvious and yet it somehow goes over their heads and all for knowledge. Humans are so twisted and disgusting, he gets firm reminders every day, it is in their nature somewhere, in their organic material, no matter how hard they attempt to deny or stray from it. "I'm assuming your exposure to mortal arrogation and destruction at the hands of what people like you revere isn't very common." His delivery comes out mocking, but it is not so, he is simply voicing an observation of his out loud. He sighs, sliding the sling of the bota bag filled with fresh spring water he has over his shoulder off. He pops the cap open and paces towards the other, offering it to him, gently tapping his shoulder with it. "Here." A silent demand, hidden behind a sounds of a request. He takes this course because of the steam he just saw.

The question Thoma presents to Tetsuya is horribly misguided. If Thoma thinks Tetsuya is level headed and zoned in tranquility, then his façade is as good as Scaramouche's was. He feels oddly comforted by that which he shouldn't, but he does. Stability, especially of the spirit, is a thing of fantasies to Tetsuya, he genuinely does not believe himself capable of such a thing. "I've seen worse." He confesses vaguely and it isn't the flex he intends it to sound like in fact it's something to be sad about. He has seen worse... and he has done just as bad if not worse, as well. "You should have said something earlier." He deflects almost a little too fast, chastising Thoma for apparently holing all of this inside until he could not take it any longer. "Many become victims to these cruel sands," he informs him, "don't be so eager to be the next one in line for that." If they need to head back he'll turn this entire thing around and do just that.

Advice like this is seldom such an element he'd come to listen to.

Yet right now? As much as the raw feeling seizes at his spirit, there's no fight in pressing into obedience, only that look of frustration holds as they find themselves taken to safe ground. Upon landing does Thoma show that he's still fully able to keep a clasp upon function and thought. Instead, it's the haze tucked within those once shining eyes that feel like a suffocating brand of miasma.

Tetsuya's criticisms that borders on challenging does not go ignored. Akin to fresh water that's too stinging, too cold, it allows his mind to breach from the cursed history that managed to hold vigil over a heart such as his. For someone who found strength within righteous and kind spirit, who saw the golden lines of loyalty and all of the good it can bring, this truly was no different than an acidic pit of vipers he found himself thrust into. Instead of granting any faintly backed reasoning, he stumbles a few steps, allowing himself to keep a perch upon jutted stone finely dusted with sand.

"Thank you for your assistance, first and foremost." The words feel disconnected from what was truly asked, yet as he turns to face the Wanderer, it's clear that the protector's eyes of the soul were thrust into the pasts imagined instead of the present.

The twisted and honeyed whispers of a legacy built upon madness and vengeance hasn't been what he was prepared for.

Rather... To find themselves discovering just how much red wine squeezed by slaughter ran within these gilded sands.

"This place." He begins. "What we've witnessed so far.. How this poison has bled into so much of what we've seen." His attention draws into a well of focus as he prods at that inner ache that briefly kicked him out of reality, in such a rare display of blankness no less. Part of him wonders if Tetsuya could actually hear it, the cold, yet seething whispers of tormented automatons, of those weapons. How each scream fashioned in elemental rage or laser fire released holds this untold scale of agony.

..Is he leaving his heart too open?

For all of the glory sung about Gurabad through text and word, the truths they've found etched in freshly emerged records speak differently.

So utterly different. Betrayals.

A heavy sigh releases tinges of compressed emotion as steam. "Tetsuya, does your spirit hold such a level of tranquil, that it makes this travel effortless?"

[ellebakers]

☆ Remember the wedding night

jake seresin x reader

Summary : On the night of maverick and menny's wedding, a little getaway between y/n and jake led to a little surprise.

Warnings : mention of sex (as usual) / fluff

"shit." you found yourself sitting on the floor of the toilet, a small white plastic bar between your hands, displaying a result that you did not expect.

jake and you have been a couple for two years now, and these years have been full of happiness, love and also a lot of sex, like really a lot. indeed, the lieutenant wanted you so much that now that he has you and knows your abilities in bed, he is always at attention to satisfy you. you were spinning your brain to figure out when you didn't use protection, then a flash popped up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you were chatting with bob, a glass of champagne in your hand on the terrace.

"bob, it's a wedding, it's the perfect night to ask phoenix out on a date."

the boy was pushing his glasses up his nose, his cheeks red, he was shaking his head vigorously.

"no no y/n, i know she won't. plus she's gorgeous, she deserves a hundred times better than-"

you pointed your index finger at him, frowning.

"don't finish that sentence. bob, i’m a woman and i know when another woman wants something, and trust me, she wants you."

"but-" again bob was interrupted, but by jake this time, who had just snuggled up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your neck languidly, which only meant one thing... he wanted you. the signals he was sending you were huge, even bob noticed it and went away too embarrassed to stay near you. you watched Bob walk away and groaned as you pushed your boyfriend away slightly.

"jake i was this close to convincing him to go see phoenix, and you ruined everything because you can't keep your dick in your pants for more than an hour."

"don't blame me. the dress you're wearing is so sexy, sweetie if you knew everything i want to do to you."

let's not lie, his words and the way his hand slid down your hips also gave you ideas, that's why you turned to him, kissed him going up to his ear and after licking his earlobe you said to him. "and if we went to visit the bathroom."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

that's why, after two orgasms that night, you found yourself waiting for jake who was finishing his training.

"what are you doing here ?" hangman had just walked into the bedroom.

"jake you fucked us up." the blonde stopped dead in front of you, a worried expression on his face.

"what's the matter ?"

"do you remember our little getaway in the bathroom the night of the wedding ?"

jake thought for a few seconds then with a smirk he answered you. "how to forget it."

"well actually you forgot something that night you moron."

"baby come to the point, i don't understand."

you were starting to get impatient.

"the condom Jake, the fucking condom, that's what you forgot. no actually, technically you forgot something else. you forgot to pull out."

jake, who still didn't understand anything, put his hands on his hips, annoyed.

"so what ? you take the pill."

"yes it's true, but everyone knows that the pill does not completely cover."

"ok and ? oh shit."

a silence fell in the room, you closed your eyes and whispered.

"yeah, i'm pregnant."

jake didn't move, you refused to look at him, not knowing if he wanted a child with you. but for your surprise he threw himself on you and covered you with kisses.

"jake stop." you couldn't help but laugh.

"i’m gonna be a dad."

"wait wait." you pushed him lightly from you "are you happy ?"

"not you ?"

"of course i am, but i always thought you didn't want a child, at least not with me."

"y/n y/l/n i've loved you since day one, i want to live with you every day, and a child is the icing on the cake, imagine a mini jake running around, or a mini y/n, so sweet."

you took his face and kissed him hard.

"i love you jake."

"i love you more, and" he lowered himself to your belly "I love you too sweetheart"

You looked at him with a big smile while wondering how you could have been so lucky.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

stranger (logan howlett x human!reader)

summary: You say something Logan doesn't like very much.

warnings: swearing, a little explicit at the end

words: 0.5k

Sometimes it's hard for you to tell if he's actually real. You can feel his skin on yours, his gentle touch. He smiles so wide when you make a silly joke, and the way he says your name, like you’re the most precious thing he's ever known... You almost feel like you’re going to wake up any moment, only to find out that Logan was just one of your very vivid dreams.

“Sometimes I don't think you're real, you know?”

“Hm?”, he only mutters in response, his eyes meeting yours.

You clear your throat, suddenly very self-conscious of your own words just now. “I said...”, your voice comes out somewhat impatient. You didn't even know you felt this way. “Sometimes I don't think you're real.”

“Why would you think that?”, he says gruffly.

You shrug, not really affected by his reaction. It's not exactly a surprise. “I don't know, I just do.”

There's a glimpse of the same impatience you feel in his eyes, but it's almost as if he's trying to hide it from you. That's one thing that does seem real about Logan: his over-protectiveness when it comes to you. “But you shouldn't, it's a stupid thought. I'm very much real, last time I checked”, he then turns back to whatever he was doing before, some repairment on his motorcycle.

“I didn't mean to upset you”, it's all you can say at this point, searching for his eyes again. He doesn't respond, so you continue. “It's just... When I woke up here, all I had was myself and some stranger willing to help me remember who I was and where I'm from, and now...”

“Now you're still here, with some stranger”, the words sound rough, too rough even for him, which makes you understand you said something stupid. Logan comes closer and you have to restrain the instinct of holding him while franticly apologizing. “You can leave anytime you want, sweetheart. I'm not exactly keeping you captive.”

“Logan...”

“What? Are you gonna say it's not what you meant, again? I've been getting a lot of those lately”, you sense his animosity like rain pouring over you, inevitable. You hurt him, you know you did.

Fuck. “Baby, I'm sorry”, it's all you can ever say in situations like this. You’re always the wrong one, always the one who apologizes for saying stupid shit. You'd think it would be the other way around with the Wolverine. You can't help but sigh deeply, feeling too stupid to even use the right words to describe how you're feeling to your boyfriend. You close the gap between you both and hug him, not discouraged when he doesn't hug you back. It's always like that with him. “You're not a stranger, not anymore anyway. How could I love a stranger so much?”

“Don't you try to buy me with I love you's, it ain't gonna work this time”, he mumbles grumpily, however you can see his lips curved slightly.

“What about a kiss?”, you offer, getting on your tiptoes to reach his mouth. You share a slow, gentle kiss, like the first one he gave you a few years ago, in a small cabin on the top of the hill. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I already told you to stop saying that, (y/n). It's been years.”

“But my gratitude doesn't change because of it.”

Logan gives you one of his amused looks, then holds you tighter around the waist. “What's for dinner?”

You laugh cheekily, whispering in his ear. “All the pussy you can eat, mister.”

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Insecure

Summary: Spencer and Reader are both a little uncomfortable with the idea of having sex

A/N: I firmly believe that dry humping shouldn’t just be for horny teens <3

Pairing: Virgin!Spencer Reid x Virgin!Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, grinding, dry humping,  please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 1.9k

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“I may have asked you this before but I’m not actually too sure if I just thought about it or if I actually sent it so I’ll resend to be safe (I have Dory’s memory I promise I’m not trying to be pushy) But could you write a blurb about riding sub!spencer’s thigh bc he’s not sure if he’s ready to lose his virginity and he gets so worked up he cums in his underwear (idk if you’re comfortable with that so please ignore this if you aren’t no pressure at all just lots of love) xx

Hi Ellie! I'm a new anon to your blog and I have a blurb request about the grinding on spencer gif you recently reposted. Maybe y/n and spencer are "in the mood" but y/n has never done "it" before but she still wants to get spencer and herself off so they dry hump in their underwear because that's as far as she's comfortable with going. I'm sorry if this is worded weird I've never requested smut before. Also can I please be the 💜 anon?”

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It wasn’t like they’d done nothing. But there was something about sex that felt like such a bold step. He knew she was inexperienced too, which sort of helped ease his nerves whenever he thought about it for too long. He just hoped that the whole thing freaked her out as much as it freaked him out really, but he still just found himself a little too shy to say anything about it. Instead opting for awkward and abrupt ends to make-out sessions, or cuddles, or dates, for fear that it would spiral into something he wasn’t exactly ready for.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to. In some paradoxical way it still turned him on, and whenever he’d leave and make a break for the bathroom in the middle of a make-out session on his couch he’d more often than not find himself with his hand around his cock, pumping himself to the thought of her. He wasn’t sure what was so intimidating about it to be honest.

But she never seemed to say anything about it, so he sort of thought he might be in the clear about the whole thing. Even though deep down he knew that’s not how relationships or communication worked. So he’s both surprised and unsurprised when he shows up at her front door with take out and she’s wearing a robe with what looks like little else underneath. A far cry from her usual comfy clothes that he’d grown so fond of.

“Hey Spence” she says with a nervous smile, and he just stands there dumbfounded, staring at her like he’s never seen her before.

“Oh— I— um, hi!” he mumbles out, forcing himself back to reality as she steps aside to let him into her apartment. “I brought food” he says, leaving it down on the coffee table and all of a sudden having no idea what he’s supposed to do with his hands.

“Spence, I wanted to talk to you about something” she says, looking almost as nervous as he does, bracing herself as she sits down on the couch and beckons him to sit beside her.

“What is it?” he gulps down the lump in his throat before he speaks, preparing himself for the conversation he’s been dreading.

“I don’t really know how to phrase this but, um, I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet” she blurts out, her arms crossing over her chest, defending and comforting herself as she speaks, her eyes looking anywhere but his.

“That’s alright” he smiles, reaching out a hand and placing it on the side of her face, gently tilting so that she has to look at him, “Me neither”

Saying it out loud feels like a huge weight has been lifted from his chest, he feels lighter than he ever thought possible as she looks in his eyes and they’re filled with a similar ease.

“You’re not just saying that?” she asks, hopeful, and he shakes his head.

“No, god no! I’ve been so worried that you were going to get annoyed, or impatient, or freaked out by me. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I wasn’t ready for that yet. And don’t get me wrong, I do want to… eventually, and I think you’re so pretty, just not, now.”

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that Spence” she lunges forward and pulls him into a tight hug, and his hands pull her in instinctively, spreading out against her back. As he feels the smooth satin beneath his fingertips he has a thought.

“If that’s what you wanted to tell me, then what’s this about?” he asks, pulling back so that he can cast his gaze over her robe again, lingering a little longer this time, letting his eyes trail along her bare legs that stretch out beneath it.

“I don’t know if this was a stupid plan or not. But I wanted to prove to you that I do still want to be with you. And just because I’m not comfortable with sex yet doesn’t mean I’m not comfortable doing other things with you?”

“Oh” his breath catches in his throat, maybe it’s nerves, or just anticipation but he can feel the heat rising in his face, “Like, um, like what… things?”

“You’re not allowed laugh” she says, taking her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and he smiles at her.

“Never”

“I know it’s a real ‘teenage’ activity but I thought we could both get off together if we dry humped?” his eyes go wide at her suggestion, because it’s perfect and he’s nodding before his lips can even think about forming words.

“Yes, yeah! That’s a great idea” and then she’s grinning at him and he’s grinning back before they’ve even really touched each other. “How do we start?”

She takes a moment to consider before speaking, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but maybe if you took off your clothes so we’re both in our underwear?”

“But you’re not—” before he can finish his sentence her hands have pulled at the tie keeping her robe together and it drapes open on either side, revealing the rest of her body clad in nothing but a white lingerie set. He has to force himself to start breathing again before he can do anything else. But once he does he’s standing up and making his way out of his clothes in an uncoordinated rush.

When he sits back down on the couch in only his boxers she wastes no time climbing into his lap, one leg either side of his thigh, her knee nestled in against his crotch. The pressure is immediate and he can’t stifle the moan that falls from his lips.

“Take this off baby” he moans, his hands coming up to push her robe off of her shoulders until she can shrug out of it, discarding it on the floor. “Fuck” he whispers at the unobstructed view, his hands ghosting along her sides with almost ticklish amounts of pressure.

While his hands are occupied and he's just a little distracted, she dives in to kiss him. Her lips a little rough against his from the excitement but he doesn’t seem to mind, opening his mouth in response to let her tongue in. They stay like that for a few moments, hands roaming over bare skin, tugging gently at hair, moaning against each others mouths.

It takes an embarrassingly little amount of time before they’re both desperate and aching, and she can’t help the way she grinds down against his thigh, resting her hands on either one of his shoulders for support.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asks when her lips break apart from his own to let out a gasp.

“Uh huh” she moans, her lips hanging open, soft and swollen from kissing his own.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” he whispers, tightening his grip on her waist and pulling her in tighter so that her knee is pressed up against his bulge, pushing closer with each soft rock of her hips.

“Fuck” he whimpers, his head falling backwards to land on the back of couch, giving in to the overwhelming sensation. If it was ever possible for something to feel too good, this was it, he cursed himself for knowing it wasn’t going to last long. And then she started to kiss his exposed throat and he knew he was fucked.

His hands began to dig in tighter against her waist, both guiding her movements and letting out some tension. “You’re gonna kill me” he forces out as she begins to gasp and moan between the soft kisses she leaves along his neck.

“Sorry, it just feels so good” she chuckles a little as he tries to bring his head back up so he can look at her, admire her. She was always so beautiful, but somehow even more so like this. With her hair just a little messy, her eyes full of lust, her face and chest lightly coated with sweat in a way that made her look like she was glowing. It was all so perfect that he couldn’t be more thankful for his memory in that moment.

“Are you close baby?” he asks and she can only nod, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she tries to move her hips with some sort of rhythm. So he decides to concentrate his efforts on her in an attempt to slow himself down.

Holding her still with his grip he starts to move his thigh, alternating between shaking it so that it vibrates, and pushing it up in a very harsh and deliberate grid against her now soaking wet panties.

“Oh fuck, Spencer!” she whimpers, trying to steadying herself against his shoulders without much success. “I’m so close—uh—”

“Cum for me baby” he soothes while keeping his movements forceful until she’s almost doubled over on top of him, collapsing against his chest with a loud and desperate moan of his name. And he can feel the soaking fabric against his thigh and the idea that he’s the one that’s responsible for it has him throbbing.

But he waits. he waits for her to regain her breath and sit back up from her resting position against his chest. But she’s way ahead of him, and he can feel a hand pressing up against the fabric of his boxers, squeezing gently, but it’s more than enough stimulation to have him squirming.

“Shit Spence, you’re so hard” she groans, sitting up finally so that she can look at his blush covered face and neck.

“It’s ‘cause of you” he manages to mumble out as her hand begins to move, squeezing and pressing against his bulge, spurred on by each desperate little whine.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” she asks, her other hand coming up to knot in his hair, tilting his face so that he’s looking up at her, just in time to nod. And then he’s cumming, warm and messy inside of his boxers. Something about the feeling against her hand has her almost good to go again.

Spencer’s eyes close as he turns a brighter shade of red, his mouth hanging open in a little ‘o’ shape as he comes down from his high. When he finally returns to Earth to find her still perched in his lap he can hardly believe any of what’s just happened is real.

“So that’s what I was missing out on in high school?” he chuckles, his hands coming back up to graze her sides softly again as she smiles down at him.

“We’ll make up for plenty of lost time together. And we can take as long as we need.” she leans in and presses her lips softly to his. And even though he still didn’t feel comfortable with sex, he knew he felt comfortable with her.

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Confusing Explanations

Chapter 8 "The Local Dead Kids"

School had just finished, I was waiting outside for no reason at all. I was in my own thoughts to even notice that a figure was standing right in front of me.

Hearing coughing is what made you snap out of your daydreaming state. You looked up and met the green eyes of Griffin. "Griffin?" I asked surprised.

He smiled cheekily at me, his nose bandaged up and all. "What are you doing here?!" I looked around at every angel furiously, hoping the boys weren't somewhere where they could see me.

"Well this is school right?" Pausing and staring back at him I said. "I know! I mean, what are you doing here!" Pointing at where we are right now.

If the boys saw him near me, who knows what would happen. He could end up dead and I really don't need that right now.

He raised an eyebrow at my behaviour. "Don't worry. Bruce and Billy went to their Baseball practice, Vance went to the Grab n Go, Robin went to Billy's house to study for his English class"

Don't tell me he stalked them all, maybe that's why they don't like him? Speaking of which. "Why don't they like you huh?" No answer. "Well if you're not gonna answer, leave." I stated impatiently, tapping my foot in the ground.

He sighed and said "let's go" "Go where?" He cracked another huge grin "your house. I'll explain there" not sure I said "And how do I know you're not gonna kidnap me?"

He laughed historically at this and hugged his stomach "trust me! I've been kidnapped before, let's just say, I would've dressed more creepily to kidnap you" scoffing I pulled him along with me towards my house, hopefully my parents won't mind.

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Arriving at my house, I opened the door and walked in. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I called out, pushing Griffin inside and closing the door, I looked confused.

Going to the kitchen I told Griffin to follow me. Going towards the counter I immediately frowned, at the sight of a white piece of paper, and writing.

Reading the note I scrunched it up and threw it into the bin. "What's wrong?" Griffin asked obviously noticing the present frown. Shaking my head I said "nothing" with a sigh.

"They just went on another long business trip...." Griffin tilted his head, confused to why you'd be upset about it, most kids love having the house to themselves.

"Why are you sad?" You opened the fridge and grabbed an apple, slamming the door shut. "Because it's always been like this, we never really have a day where we are all together" Griffin didn't push further, getting the hint it was a personal and touchy subject.

"Anyways...Talk ginger boy, or else I'm throwing you out on the streets with the cats." Sitting on a stall he leaned over the counter, making direct eye contact. Which made you blush a little from the closeness.

"It's because..." he looked to the side, you got impatient and hit him on the head "hurry up!" He raised his hands up in defence "calm down! Because I didn't help Finney." Ok now you were even more confused "what? Sorry but I'm not following"

"Let's just say, the main reason they hate me is because of you. They don't want me to be hanging out with anyone who's a friend of them or are dating them." He chuckled and smirked.

"But THAT can't even happen. No one wants to or are able too. You're just special. And they've definitely taken a liking to you if you've already survived a day" Uhm. I don't know if I should be taking this as a compliment or not?

"Is that good?" "No." He quickly replied. His eyes turned dark, the thoughts he had running through his mind, weren't pretty at all. "It's better if you keep your guard up." What in the.

This just confuses me even more, and he expects me to understand what he means. Reading my mind he laughed quietly. "Just wait. You'll see what I mean when it's too late" with that he stood to his full height, smiled at me and walked out of the door.

I'm actually gonna kill one of these assholes. They be acting all weird and, and crazy. Walking out of my house like that!? Who the hell does he think he is!? A king?

Walking to go upstairs to my room, I heard a knock on my door. Who could it be? Opening the door I saw no one. Wow, so now we're ding dong ditching my house, huh?

Rolling my eyes I went to shut the door, until I caught a glimpse of a picture on the ground. Picking it up, the photo seemed to be way too old. Taking a closer look at the photo, I seen 6 bags?

Huh? Looking around my house for anyone, I seen no one near. Uhhh ok. Deciding to just go back inside, I closed the door and went up to my room. Putting the photo on my makeup dresser.

I'm so bored. Walking around my room, I decided to go out for a walk. Maybe JJ want to come with me?

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Knocking on the door of the Maybanks family, I waited. About 1 minute later JJ arrived with a bed head. "Yo- Oh y/n? What's up?" He asked still seemingly tired, as he had rubbed his eyes.

"Wanna come on a walk with me?" JJ looked like he'd seen a ghost. "No! I'm too tiredddd!" Really? HES tired? Flipping him off I said "fine go back to being lazy!" "Gladly." With tha he shut the door in my face.

W-I'm gonna MURDER someone. I thought stomping my way down his driveway. Folding my arms over my chest, with an irritated expression, I walked along the sidewalk.

I swear boys are so confusing sometimes, and really REALLY annoying. At least Finn ain't that bad. But the others?! Oh oh Ohhhh! That's another goddamn story.

2nd day, and I'm already causing chaos. How amazing and cliché, new girl at the school whose friends with five boys and starts causing drama.

Typical. Pulling out my music player, I plugged some headphones in and started listening to music while I walked.

Maybe if I had just stayed in Outer Banks, things would've been normal...

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Haikyu boys when they take a joke/prank too far (Iwaizumi,Daichi)

Word count: 1.9K

Genre:angst,fluff

AN: In the spirit of April Fools I tried to make my first work based on that I hope you enjoy!! (LOL I can’t actually believe this was the first thing I’ve ever written)

Iwaizumi:

“Okay so it’s April Fools Day who are we going to prank?” asked Makki “One of the first years?”

“Do we have to prank someone this year..” replied Iwaizumi “so childish”

“Iwa-Chan!” Oikawa said “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”

“Anyways, it can’t be a first year they’re boring to prank a first year coach will be mad at us, we need someone else.”

Just then, you enter the gym, catching their eye as you approach the group sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap “Hey babe, I can still come over to yours to study right?” you ask.

“Yeah of course, practice finishes early so I'll be there before you.” He said

“Alright, see you then bye babe, bye guys” you said, giving Iwaizumi a kiss on the cheek sauntering off and waving at Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa.

“bye Y/N!” They teasingly responded in unison making you laugh.

As they watched you leave, it seemed as if a lightbulb pinged off in all of their heads (besides Iwaizumi) realizing who would be a great person to prank.  

After a lot of convincing, they finally got Iwaizumi in on the ‘harmless’ plan, all they needed to do now is wait on your arrival.

You’re finally done with school after a long and tiring day of exams upon exams and wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your boyfriend (after he teaches you Pythagoras theorem of course.) You did think he was acting weird when you met him this morning in the gym and throughout break and lunch but you just concluded that it was because he was having an ‘off’ day.

You reached his house and used a copy of his key that he gave you to enter we just enter houses up in this bitch  calling out his name “Zumi-babe, I'm here...”  

“Lets get this shit over with” you said tiredly

Upon entering, you notice none of the lights being on or curtains drawn ‘odd’ you think. You go upstairs going straight to his room hopefully to find your boyfriend in his bed or on his Xbox or something. To your surprise his bedroom door was somehow locked shut (even though not having a lock on his door anyways.) Suddenly, you hear creaks slowly trailing up the stairs and an eerie feeling surrounds you... now you start to feel pretty panicked jiggling the door handle to Iwaizumi’s door as it’s practically the only place you can go.

AN: I hate what I’m writing rn but onwards we right

The footsteps on the stairs start to quicken, and you almost certain that you felt something brush pass your shoulder only adding onto the panic and anxiety that you already feel. Ok, the footsteps on the stairs are basically right near you, so doing the only logical thing you can do you body slam the ‘person’ on the stairs as you motherfuckin should  as tears fill your eyes and you pick up bag bolting through the front door, slamming it shut now in full tears and shakingly scared.

You look behind you and see Iwaizumi’s front door re-open and out comes the ‘iNFaMouS sEiJOh fOuR’ in tears... of laughter. It seems that the boys were in laughing fits that their prank ‘payed off’ getting a reaction out of you. You couldn’t see Iwaizumi’s reaction, but you didn’t care you were hurt, annoyed and wanting to get into your bed.

Once you get home, you decide to block your so called ‘friends’ who decided to make you scared shitless and ignored Iwaizumi’s messages asking “where were you today”.... the AUDACITY.  

The next day, the boy’s seemed to realize the consequences of their actions after spending the whole day trying to get your attention only to be straight up ignored. Iwaizumi is immensely regretful after all his efforts to try talking to you were denied, he decided after his practice he was going to get you to talk to him or at least get you to listen to his apologies on what happened yesterday evening.

You left your clubroom and made your way to the school gate to go home.

“Y/N!” shouted Iwaizumi touching your shoulder making you flinch ‘wow did we really scare her that bad?”  

“What do you want iwa?” You asked very agitated

“Y/N I just want to apologize for yesterday, since it was April fools day and all the boys really wanted to prank someone and I-it just happened to be-”

“It just happened to be me. Right?” you interrupted “Gosh Iwaizumi, I was really scared.. I already had a tiring day and all I wanted was my boyfriend to teach me the stupid Pythagoras Theorem and cuddle me afterwards, but no you and your friends just had to be dicks for a day” you turn around planning to walk away before he grabs you again  

“Wait! Just wait y/n, im sorry and I wont ever prank you like that again” he pleaded

“.. and i’ll help you study?” he added pulling the sweetest face of all time to try and convince you  

“ugh, fine stop pulling that face... and you better teach me Pythagoras Theorem” you said rolling your eyes

“yeah yeah whatever you say y/n” he said pulling you under his arm and walking in the direction of his house.

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way this turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work  

Daichi:

You decided this morning that you were NOT going to participate in your annual April Day Fool’s prank with Tanaka and Noya... only because of your not-so new boyfriend Daichi saying he didn’t need his teammates corrupting you any longer so you decided to not get involved. With that being said you wouldn’t even think of your boyfriend pulling a prank on you so you didn’t think you’re getting pranked today.

In the gym, the boys were doing the usual: Hinata and Kageyama running after eachother, Tanaka and Noya oogling Kiyoko, Tsukishima listening to music, Yama and Yachi going over club schedules whilst Daichi sat with Sugawara and Asahi.

“So are you pranking anyone today?” sugawara asked

“Pranking someone, isn’t that a bit too juvenile suga?” Asahi replied

“Not you silly, Daichi” said sugawara “With Y/N on his arm they always have to stay on eachothers toes right..she’s a ‘jokester’ right?”

“...right?” Daichi hadn’t thought of it that way, he did know of all your joking escapades before you even got together and how you still liked to joke around now as you date.. He didn’t want you to think that you thought he was too boring for you ?

“Ok. What type of prank should I pull on her..”

Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi (who didn’t really contribute to Suga’s scheming) made a plan for you to meet him at the gym locker with the claims that he had a ‘surprise’ for you .. oh how he was wrong.

Daichi: meet me at the gym locker I have something to show you  

Y/N: Ok!! I’ll be there in 5 minutes

Daichi was nervous, and that was an understatement he didn’t want things to go left and have you thinking he couldn’t even do a simple prank. Once you got there, he saw heard you talking to Sugawara and Asahi outside the door about him wondering where he was in which Suga told you inside the locker room.

“Hey babe” you greeted “what's the occasion in why we’re in here?”

“I...uh..um I need to get something one second” Daichi spoke quickly and rushed out the room closing the door leaving you confused. Minutes passed, and you were now impatient and kinda scared since the room was dusty, dark and cold definitely not your place to be in. You tried texting Daichi but just your luck you have no service ://  

As time went on you tried opening the door but it was jammed shut no hope opening at all you forgot you left your bag outside which of course had your inhaler which did not help the sudden shortness of breath you started to get because of your asthma and claustrophobia. All you wanted was to get out of this room and talk to … Daichi.

Daichi. How convenient that he manage to slip away before the door got closed hmm but he wouldn’t intentionally prank you after ALL the lectures he gave you about not doing pranks this year right?

You didn’t notice how you started to cry and whimper wanting to leave.

On the outside, Daichi heard your cries and ordered Sugawara and Asahi to find the key to immediately get you out which it seems to take a while because Daichi has now stopped hearing your tears making him gulp in fear thinking something bad has happened to you in there.

Sugawara comes to you handing Daichi the keys, his handing shaking as he tries to unlock the door when he eventually does he finds you passed out on the ground of the dusty storage room. Very cliché I know ://

You wake up in the Nurses Office a bit confused on how you got there until your eyes land upon Daichi, remembering how you locked you in the Storage room where you had an asthma attack and passed out. You turned your body away from Daichi not wanting to talk to him right now after the hypocrisy he did.

“Y/N.. Are you alright?” He asked

“Do I look alright?” You responded in a bored tone

“I am really sorry Y/N... I know what I said to you about not doing pranks this year but Sugawara roped me into this and I didn’t want you to think I was too boring for you so I thought doing this prank would make you see me in a different light” he said

“yeah i saw you in a different light alright” you sassed, you then realised what he said ‘too boring’ kind of feeling less mad and more sad that he feels this way “Dai, you’d never be to boring for me … you’re one of the most funness is that a word? guys I've ever met.”

“really?” he asked  

“Of course! I’m kind of still mad at you for letting this happen but I do sort of understand why” you said giving him a hug.

You were eventually cleared to go home and as you left the clinic you saw Asahi and Sugawara standing at the door.  

“Y/N WE’RE SORRY” they bowed to you waiting on your responses

You chuckled slightly at their cuteness and ruffled both of their hair “all is forgiven, just make sure there’s ‘pranks’ this year “

Which they agreed upon.  

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way these turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work. Feedback is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED and request too since I will literally write whatever...

I may do a part 2 … any particular characters people want?

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"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged. 

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up” 

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most." 

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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