#yeah y’all better apologise and think about what y’all did >:^(

[pastanest]

A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

a gif of Daryl looking down at us to set the mood ⤵️

Daryl x Short!Reader

- let’s start with how you met

- so Daryl was out on a hunt when he heard some commotion, something was moving fast towards him and just as he realised which direction the sound was coming from, you quite literally ran into him

- and when you ran into him, you bounced back and fell right on your ass, while Daryl just scowled down at you

- so there you were, staring up at him

- and then you stood up, and there you were, still staring up at him

“Sum’ followin’ you?” Daryl asked, glancing off in the direction you’d ran from.

“Only dead ones, but my knife broke so I had to run to get them off my trail. Sorry about running into you.” The apology was awkward, but Daryl just nodded.

- he considered correcting you, sarcastically saying he should be the one apologising since he was apparently in your way and knocked you over, but he thought it was too soon for a dig at your height

- Daryl waited a few seconds to see if he could hear any walkers coming after you, and when he couldnt, he skulked off

- much to his surprise, you followed him, and he found that he could barely hear you creeping up behind him because of your lack of height and therefore heavy steps

“So, what’s your name?” You asked, definitely taking Daryl by surprise, but he hid it well.

“Daryl.” He answered shortly. haha y’all see what I did there

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daryl! Im (Y/N). Do you have a group or a place to stay? ‘Cause if not, there’s logically a better chance of us surviving if we stick together.”

- he didnt want anyone following him, much less someone who didnt even see a man directly in front of them that they then ran into. he didnt even know if you could handle yourself. Daryl assumed that what you really meant was you were more likely to survive sticking with him because he’d save your ass

“Got a group an’ a place.” He said, hoping to throw you off, but he quickly realised his own mistake.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you, uh...maybe have room for one more?”

- have room? Daryl had to hold back a laugh, you could live comfortably in the average sized closet and you were asking if his group had room for you?? he, again, refrained from making such comments, and decided to stay professional

“How many walkers you killed?”

“Havent kept count, but some. I can usually sneak away from them, Im pretty good at getting into small hiding places.”

- Daryl looked down at you, struggling to tell whether you were insecure about your height and whether making jokes would be okay, or whether you would get insulted and sad and think your height a weakness

- in response, you rolled your eyes

“Daryl, do you really think I’ve gone my entire life blissfully unaware of being a short-ass? It’s not something I can change, so I work with what I’ve got, but sometimes I run into dudes and knock myself on my ass.”

- and much to Daryl’s absolute shock, that last part made him laugh

“That a regular hobby o’ yers?” He teased.

“Oh yeah, try to squeeze a collision in at least once a month.” You replied with a grin.

- and so your friendship was established

- when the two of you got back to the prison, you saw the people at the gate and in the guard tower and sighed because you knew from a distance they’d think Daryl had brought back a kid

- still, the small group that greeted you were welcoming enough. Maggie and Glenn were both very sweet, and as was Rick, but you’re certain you werent the only one to notice that his teenage son Carl was almost the same height as you

- you fit into the prison nicely, offering to help out wherever you could and getting to know as many people as possible. Daryl was fascinated by how easily you seemed to make friends, especially since you made friends with him in a matter of seconds

- Daryl was your favourite person to hang out with, you loved asking him questions and finding out things about him. he was far from the most open person when it came to talking about himself, but when you’d stroll over and sit on his bike, kicking your legs in the air because you couldnt reach the ground and giving him that damn smile, Daryl found it increasingly difficult to resist giving you anything and everything you wanted

- he definitely had a soft spot for you, and at first he hated that

- you’d wave at him when he was up in the guard tower and before he could even consider his own response, he would be waving back at you with a stupid smile on his face like some friendly dumbass

- one time Rick was coming up behind you and caught sight of the way Daryl waved at you, so Rick waved up at him to tease him and Daryl flipped him off

- once you’d earned the group’s trust, it was difficult for them not to notice how useful your lack of height could be in certain situations

- whenever one of the kids got a toy stuck in an inconveniently tight space, you would be the adult they summoned

- but equally, when the group found a decently large herd of walkers that they wanted to lead away from the prison, they looked to you as the first person to run by them and get to the other side of the herd, because you were the least likely to be spotted

“Naw, ‘s not happenin’.” Daryl shook his head, and Rick sighed.

“It’s the smartest play, you know it is.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I’ve got no problem with it. At the start if this thing, all I did was run and hide, it’s what Im good at.”

- Daryl scoffed and stormed off, not even slightly onboard with you being the one in the most dangerous position of that whole thing. he knew it was the best option, but he would rather anybody else took that job and you stayed home. Daryl couldnt understand why he was so angry at the thought of you being in danger, but worst of all...when had he started referring to the prison as ‘home’?

- obviously, you ran after the big bad angry crossbowman, and soon enough you were walking at his side

“Why have you always gotta walk so fast?! Takes a lot for these little legs to keep up, y’know!”

- a small smile curled at the corner of Daryl’s mouth, and you nudged him playfully

“That’s better. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

- Daryl shrugged, having never been one to put his feelings into words without Merle calling him a pussy before he’d even opened his mouth, but you wouldnt do that to him, Daryl knew that, so he tried

“Jus’ don’...don’ want you t’ be in danger.” He managed, and your eyes softened as they stared up at him.

“Daryl, you’ll be on the other side of the street-“

He cut you off by shaking his head. “Ain’ enough. Sum’ could still happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

Daryl was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and he decided to test the water.

“Ain’ much t’ handle.”

- you were silent, and Daryl immediately regretted what he’d said. you stopped walking, and he turned to look at you, trying to piece together your reaction from how wide your eyes were

“Was that...a short joke?”

- Daryl could only nod, very quickly realising that this was neither the time nor the place to make a joke, the mood was completely off and he couldnt explain why he decided to do it if he tried

- but then, you burst out laughing

- once you’d calmed down, you explained to Daryl that you heard every short joke in existence throughout school, but once you became an adult the jokes died out, in the workplace it wasnt professional or whatever. but you missed the jokes even then, and when the world changed, there were even less of them. it had been years since anyone had made an actual joke about your height

- so, Daryl made it his mission to make playful jokes about it whenever he could after that

“Anyone seen (Y/N)?” He���d ask when you were standing right in front of him, he’d look over your head and pretend to look around for you until he couldnt resist glancing down at you and laughing.

“Rain’s eased up, gonna go out on a hunt, it’s hot out there now. But how’s the weather down there?” Of course, Daryl Dixon found a way to incorporate the classics.

“Best stay behin’ me, cant promise I wont think yer a mouse out there an’ shoot ya by mistake.” He teased whenever you walked next to him on a hunt.

“Daryl, I swear, I will spin your jaw if you dont shut up.” You’d say, and Daryl would smirk.

“If ya can reach.”

And you’d sigh. “Fine, I’ll just bite your ankles.”

“Sure ya can reach those?” Daryl would answer effortlessly, knowing he could continue forever.

“Daryl I SWEAR-“ You’d yell, and he’d burst out laughing.

- anytime anyone around you used the words “little”, “small”, “shorter”, Daryl found a way to spin it on you

“We should take this road, it’d be shorter-“ Rick began, and then he closed his eyes in a pained blink, waiting for what he knew was coming.

Daryl smirked, diverting his gaze from the map on the hood of the car and glancing down at you beside him.

“Shorter, huh. Remin’s me o’ someone.”

- anytime anyone asked anyone “what’s up” you could guarantee that from somewhere else in the prison, you would hear Daryl Dixon yell out “NOT (Y/N)!”

- secretly he found your lack of height to be very endearing, the way you looked up at him was adorable, the ease with which you could jump on his back at anytime for a piggyback ride without fatally wounding him, the fact that the cliché short-problem of having to ask someone else to reach stuff for you and Daryl usually being the closest person for you to ask. he loved it, and he made sure to remind you with a series of cute height-related petnames

“‘ey, mouse, c’mon, aint got all day.”

“Been lookin’ all over for you, li’l one, where ya been?”

“Listen, small person, ya better ease up on that tone with me.”

- later on when your relationship progressed, Daryl introduced the petname of “doll” cuz thinks you’re small and cute like a doll, but he only uses that petname in softer moments between you, like if you’re upset or he’s tired

- and he didnt see your height as a weakness either. once you’d joined him for a few hunts, Daryl could see that you really could handle yourself, you were a strong fighter, he had no doubts there. but he couldnt help worrying that you were just a little more fragile because of how small you were, it was a natural worry to have, all things considered, and you loved his protectiveness of you, so you definitely werent complaining

- the only problem with Daryl’s protectiveness was that it extended to him wanting to beat the shit out of anyone else who joked about your height

- Rick, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Michonne- the entire core group as well as Tyereese because he’s a fkin unit, they were all allowed to make fun of your height, but anyone else who tried had a death wish

- sometimes new arrivals would be stupid enough to voice their opinions on you being inferior and incapable because of your height when Daryl was nearby. they’d joke about wondering how you made it this far, assuming you’d been living safely since the start otherwise you wouldnt have made it, assuming everyone around you needed to protect you because you were a liability

- and Daryl would be there in an instant

“The hell’d you just say?!” He’d growl from your side.

“Anyone built like that cant even reach the top shelf, let alone survive in a world like this! It’s survival of the fittest, plain and simple!” The idiot would be stupid enough to say, laughing through his own explanation.

And then Daryl would knock him to the ground a lot less playfully than he knocked you to the ground on the day you met, he’d be on top of the idiot and punching him until someone (usually Rick) pulled him off.

You’d be there right away, standing on your tiptoes to hold Daryl’s face in your hands and calm him down. He’d rest his forehead against yours and ask if you were alright, if the idiot had hurt your feelings ‘cause “if he did I’ll go right back over there an-“ and you’d say no. You’d take him back to your cell and clean up his split knuckles while Daryl just watched you, utterly mesmerised.

And then you’d sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you without him having to think about it.

“What would I do without you?” The question would pass your lips quietly, as though truly bewildered by wondering what life would be like without Daryl in it.

“Hear a lot less jokes.” He’d reply, his voice rumbling in his chest, you’d feel it through his shirt, against your palm.

You’d laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And be a lot leas happy.”

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Jiaras obx kie fans thinking we hate or dislike kiara so much because she turned pope down or she didn’t like him back which isn’t even true bc okay a lesbian didn’t like a boy that’s not something to be mad about nor be angry or hate kie for but there is so many reason to not like or even hate her for, she did so much sh*t JB too to pope and jj who are my personal favs in the boat show!

1. Kie spent all of s1 only caring about JohnB and his issues not once did she consider pope or jj feelings or care when pope lost literally everything bc of them and jb like his scholarship his future his parents being mad at him etc that’s one, 2. Being the fact that when pope said he loved her she was so unnecessary cruel to him like sure she didn’t like pope ok that’s fine she could’ve turned him down easily but she didn’t she was brutal mean and horrible when JB kissed without her consent all she did was smile and say what are you doing jb but pope pouring his heart out to her and she’s yelling at him saying it’ll never happen! Y’all see the problem she was so nice and calm with jb just kissing her out of the blue but blew up in pope face that’s why me personally don’t like her for 1 but also other reasons like how she talks to them jj and pope how she always act like she’s better then jj how she acts like he’s disgusting or dumb

also y’all think we were mad she broke up with him no it was the way she played him lead him on all the time she was the one to incite everything the kiss them to you know she acted like it was all in his head which was so wrong but she apologised sincerely something she didnt for anything she did in s1 but at least she did now and pope was so mature and understanding for 16 year old who got his heart ribbed out of chest by his bff first love, so yeah can’t personally fault her or hate for that bc she didn’t feel the same way which is fine she tried thought she would but didn’t that’s not her fault and we would never hate her for it! It was just her leading him on playing with him his feelings felt like she just was messing with him and his feelings just to be cruel at first that was sooo fucked up but she really tried tho and gotta give her respect for it and she ended before it went on way to long even tho she should’ve before they slept together but again she’s child too and she made some mistakes! Just wanted to make it clear why she wasn’t liked by pope jj fans I personally wont can’t forgive her for the way she treated pope and jj in s1 but everything else nothing to forgive she apologised the person who’s forgiveness meant anything already gave it to her so how dare we hate her, hold grudge for that

Since I see new fans coming into the show now that s3 was announced an old fans hate for pope is back bc of kie and jiara shippers using it as excuse to hate him for no rzn saying shit like pope just mad kie likes jj and not him so he’s mean to her when all he was upset very sad validly so + as if jiara had even been confirmed in show

Found some people who got it Kie sh*t for the way she treated pope all s1 and s2 that’s why we hate her got it

the way she was just constantly awful cruel to pope for no reason was so unnecessary like fcvk her that bitch+ when he said he wanted to do that surf thing she said same but when pope said he wanted what she wanted she got so mad at him and started yelling at pope like she’s such a bitch mean awful annoying brat character

[writingbyclem]

Found You [ISWM]

Concept: guess who’s back. back again? Older Cap. Cap is back. /lyr Come and get it y’all! Hope you enjoy lmao.

The Invincible II Crew were enjoying a fun evening of mingling with the Universal Stability Agency Crew. It had been a wonderful evening all round, aboard the U.S.A ship, the two vessels temporarily joining to create an ease in moving from one to the other. It also made the data transfer from the U.S.A to the Invincible easier, the ship being provided with information that the new colony and species would find useful to know.

Mark stood in the main refreshments room, having finished talking with his fellow crew leads and other high ranked alien crew members. After some light alien champagne, he was wondering where on earth his beloved Captain had gotten too. He hadn’t seen them at all that night. He missed them.

“Estella?” He spoke.

The alien member perked up at the call of her name, blue and black hair swishing with a soft clunk noise. Her brown rope-like attire, swaying in her excited movement.

“What’s up Mark?” She beamed, still holding her glass of champagne.

“I’m gonna go find Captain.” He explained. “Tell them, if they ask.” He pointed at the group of crew leads.

“Oh yeah! You got it! Go find them.” Estella nodded, happily. “We’ll be here!”

Mark had walked around for a good twenty minutes now, going from room to room aboard the ship, looking to find his beloved Captain. There was no sign of them at all, which was getting a little frustrating, if he was being honest. They were mingling too, so it shouldn’t be so hard to track them down. Yet it was.

It had reached about an hour of looking when Mark finally had an idea. Well, the Captain always seemed to appear when he needed them. So, he needed them. Right now. Time to see if that minor acting degree he took would’ve worked out.

He found a relatively quiet spot in one of the rooms and stationed himself next to a door, leaning against the wall. A solemn, resting bitch face as his appearance.

“Ugh.. Such an idiot, should’ve kept a better eye on them or asked where they were headed. They probably don’t want to see me with how hard it is to find them. I wonder if I upset them somehow? Wouldn’t surprise me. I’m told I can be rather insufferable.” Mark voiced aloud to himself, in a whisper.

“And why would you think that?” Queried a familiar voice.

Mark looked up and stood in the doorway was the Captain. He chuckled.

“Well, it’s true, people do say I can be rather insufferable.”

“Mmm, never to me though.” They spoke, moving to stand in front of Mark and taking his hand. “And I will make sure you know that. I do.”

They gave him a soft look, with their soft grey eyes, as they ran a hand through their silver streaks of hair.

“Would you care to turn in for the night?” They asked him.

“Yes, I’d like that very much so.” Agreed Mark, with a dopey smile on his face.

Captain gently pulled him up and over to their side, wrapping an arm around his waist as the pair walked back to the Invincible II.

“Did you have a good evening?”

“Yes. I spoke with Allu and Bandit. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Mhm, discussions and alien alcohol turns out to be quite enjoyable.”

A chuckle.

“I guessed that maybe that’s what you were doing with them all.”

“Well, you know your crew very well Cap, what can I say?”

“Indeed. You wanna know what I also know well?”

“What?”

“My boyfriend. And the fact that after a few hours of us being apart you tend to get clingy.”

“…No I don’t.”

“Ah. So, Bandit telling me you’ve been wandering by yourself for an hour through all the rooms is a lie?”

“….Yes.”

“That wasn’t exactly a certain answer, my dear. You wouldn’t lie to your captain would you?”

“..No.”

“There you go again, dear. Honestly.”

“…Ugh. Fine. I was clingy. I did miss you. Happy?”

“Very much so, it’s always nice to hear it from you, Sunshine.”

“I think you just enjoy embarrassing me, Moonlight.”

“Mm, maybe a bit of both then.”

“You’re mean.”

“Oh, well I apologise. How about I unroll the heated blanket tonight as an apology?”

“You’re forgiven.”

“Thank you, sweets.”

The pair stepped into Captain’s room, they having yet to have let go of Mark.

“Do you want me to go and change?” Asked Mark, surprised at the change in routine.

“You can just borrow some of my clothes.” Spoke Captain, with a casual hum.

Mark flushed at this.

“A-Alright.”

They walked over to the wardrobe and picked up two sets of clothes, handing one over to Mark.

“I’ll be changing in the bathroom, let me know if you’re done changing.”

Mark nodded in reply, cheeks still pink as he held the clothing a little smitten by the idea of wearing their clothes.

He sat on their bed, dressed in the clothes he’d been given. It was soft and warm and cosy and smelt just like the Captain. He was bright red and they weren’t in the same room as him anymore. Sheepishly, he smelt the shirt's collar with a content hum as he waited.

Too engulfed in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear someone clamber up behind him until they’d wrapped their arms around his waist. He flushed further at this, hiding his face in his hands.

“Enjoying yourself?” Grinned Captain. He could hear the tease in their voice.

“How long were you there?” He hissed at them, ears turning red now too.

“Long enough, my love. Long enough.” They kissed him on the side of the head.

Mark groaned to himself, quietly.

Captain chuckled.

“Well, if you’re quite done, absorbing my shirt into your nose, I’m gonna get the heated blanket.”

“I wasn’t doing that!” Protested Mark.

“That’s what it looked like, dearest.”

“I was only smelling it.. It gets rid of all the overwhelming people and food smells.”

They’d gotten up at this point, and kissed him on the head.

“I know dear, I was only teasing. It’s why I let you bury your face into my shoulder so much.”

Mark huffed at this, amused, running a hand through his hair. They did.

“You get comfy.” Added Captain, squeezing his shoulder lightly before going to find the blanket for the pair.

It was going to be one cosy night.

[buff-muffin]

Hey, hey, calm down Dizzy! There's nothing to worry about, we're just here to ask some simple questions and then you simply answer them. We'll go away soon ^^

Let them recharge. Y’all are pretty draining

Dizzy belongs to me

Skelinkton species belongs to @7goodangel

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[formula-what]

Brocedes time line for a very patient anon

Lewis quotes in orange, Nico quotes in pink, everyone else is blue.

okay first some background knowledge:

Nico is rich as fuck. only child, born in Germany, brought up in Monaco. son of world champion Keke Rosberg

Lewis was born on a council estate in Stevenage and his dad had to work multiple jobs for him to start karting

Honestly I think the difference in their backgrounds is one of the things that pushed them together, they were both isolated from the rest of the kids, but I’m keeping this purely facts rather than speculation.

2000

They’re both 15 years old and are karting teammates for MBB (Mercedes Benz McLaren) in Formula A

Robert Kubica: “there was always competition. But they didn’t fight. It was friendly competition. There was always laughing afterwards.” // “they would even have races to eat pizza”

They often shared hotel rooms at the races which was a “scene of many wrestling matches between them”

Dino Chiesa (their karting boss) – “many times I was called by reception about some problem in the room. It might be noise, or they might have broken something. They would never sleep so they were always tired the next morning”

“they both liked ice cream so much, particularly vanilla. During the night they wanted to eat ice cream always, so I had to go out everywhere to find some and keep them happy”

Lewis would often persuade Nico to buy him sweets

They would have competitions over LITERALLY EVERYTHING

Lewis: “we always had great competition whether on the racetrack or computer games or playing football”

“probably the first bit of competition we had was when Nico used to ride a unicycle everywhere so I thought, ‘I’ve got to learn how to ride this unicycle. Ive got to be better than him.’ I spent all my time outside the go-kart learning to ride this unicycle”

Apparently it only took Lewis 2 hours to teach himself how to do it

In maybe 2013 ish (when they were still friends) Lewis reflected with– “I have never laughed so much than when we were racing together. Nico was kicking everyone’s butt at that time. We had so great races together and built a great relationship”

“we were just arriving and enjoying go-karts and eating pizzas every weekend, fighting all the time and just having fun, whereas now it’s all business.”

many times they would talk about what they would do when they got to f1, made plans hoping to be teammates and become world champions together.

“Nico would say ‘when I’m in formula one’ and for me it was always ‘if I ever get to formula one’. Because obviously Nico’s dad was a formula 1 driver- he knew he was going to make it.”

F1

Nico joined f1 in 2006 with williams, Lewis 2007 with McLaren. And man I WISH I knew what went down with this two when Lewis nearly one his rookie season (missing out by one point to mr fernando alonso) and then WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP in his SECOND SEASON (again by one point thank you mr alonso)

2008 Australia

Nicos gets his first podium, and ofc Lewis is there (he won it) and they are jumping around in the cool down room. Just, two kids who are literally living the one thing they have spent their whole lives dreaming about together. Lewis won the championship that year and oh wow I can only imagine their celebrations together.

2013

They’re teammates in Mercedes!!!

Nico: “every other day there are moments or things that pop up and I can smirk and thing, ‘that’s exactly the same as it was 15 years ago’”

2013 Malaysian Grand Prix gets an honourable mention. This is the race with red bulls good old multi 21 but merc also had their own team orders, stopping nico from fighting for his first merc podium, but Lewis disagreed with it so it didn’t really spark that much tension between them- more the team.

2014

the start of the turbo-hybrid era so y’all know this was good in terms of performance.

2014 Bahrain Grand Prix

They were both fighting for the win and had a collision which prompted a “mock fight” in parc ferme after the race (which I really hope there’s a video of).

Turns out, Nico won because he had used engine modes banned by Mercedes to get a power advantage in the closing laps. which kinda pissed Lewis off

2014 Spanish Grand Prix

Lewis’ fourth win in a row and took lead in the championship. They were fighting till literally the last second and Lewis crossed the line 0.6 seconds ahead of Nico, who says he could have passed him with one more lap.

Lewis defended using the same banned engine modes that Nico had used in Bahrain. Yeah.

2014 Monaco Grand Prix

This is IT. This is peak petty bitch. This is the one people still cry about.

It’s the end of Q3, both of them are out on a lap, Nico ahead of lewis. Nico’s already on provisional pole but Lewis is pretty close.

And then,, Nico just,, parks his car?? He says he made a mistake but the guy doesn’t even crash he straight up just,, rolls to a stop into a slip road. So the yellow flags come out forcing Lewis to abort a lap that was in the makings of pole.

The stewards say it was a-okay but Lewis was convinced it was intentional (and let’s be honest, yeah it probably was) and he even claimed that merc’s data proved it. (low key surprised he didn’t just tweet out the telemetry but I guess he got a stern telling off from mclaren last time)

But *this* is when Lewis tells the world that they aren’t friends anymore. An iconic interview.

Nico then wins the race too, ending Lewis’s four win streak and putting Nico in the lead of the championship.

2014 Hungarian Grand Prix

Lewis has an engine failure in quali meaning he starts from the pit lane, but he does good to make his way up the pack but THEN there’s a safety car which puts him ahead of Nico but on a different strategy.

Nico asks if Lewis can let him past as he needs to pit again before the end of the race, which will give him the place back anyways. Lewis straight up refuses, he’s on a role here. He started from last, and Nico started from pole, why should he slow down to let his title rival through.

Mercedes strongly suggest that his blocking fucked up Nicos race but Niki Lauda is on Lewis’ side so he doesn’t get punished (We stan a supportive father figure) even though he did blatantly refuse to be a team player.

And guys, this is the last race before the summer break so you know Nico was left seething for four weeks.

2014 Belgian Grand Prix

Second lap, Nico attempts a clumsy move and there’s contact, giving Hamilton a puncture and knocking him out of the race.

There’s a lot of controversy but basically it turns out he crashed with him intentionally, not backing out of the corner to “prove a point”. Nico ended up finishing second but was punished by the team, forced to apologise, and even booed on the podium.

2014 Abu Dhabi

For some reason it ran for double points?? The first time in History??? But idk???

Lewis had a perfect start and went on to win it and take the title, Nico had a problem and was told to retire the car but he kept going anyway and finished 14th. Nico went into the cool down room to congratulate Lewis on the championship win, which. cute.

Lewis claimed his second championship. Which not only was huge because of the inter team rivalry, but also because of the large gap between his first win. This guy had lost out on winning the championship in his ROOKIE season by ONE POINT, and then WON it in his SECOND season, and then there was like a FIVE YEAR gap before he won it again.

2015

Damnnn this car was fiiiinneeeeeee.

They do more laps in testing than any other car AND do it on a single power unit. And then. Australia. They take a one-two THIRTY FOUR seconds ahead of the third place Ferrari.

2015 Chinese Grand Prix

Nico is second in a one-two but claims that Lewis kept backing him up into Seb, trying to compromise his race (and help out his boyfriend).

Lewis gave zero shits: "It's not my job to look after Nico's race, it's my job to manage the car and bring the car home as healthy and as fast as possible. That's what I did."

2015 U.S. Grand Prix

If Lewis wins here he could also claim the title with three races to spare (you have to remember back then the title fight often went up to the last race so this was pretty cool)

Lewis very aggressively forced Rosberg wide at Turn 1 to claim the lead, and then there was some sexy fighting between the Mercs and Redbull all race. Nico led in the closing stages but made a mistake, running deep into a corner and letting Lewis past with only a handful of laps to go.

Nico finished P2 and had not only lost the race but the championship title. Nico was fuming, saying Lewis’ move at the start was “one step too far”.

This is the infamous cap throw in the cool down room. Lewis throws Nico his P2 hat, Nico straight up yeets it back at him. I tear up just thinking about it. They grow up so fast.

2016

Nico had came so close to winning and I guess this was just, the last straw. All or nothing. This year he literally gave it everything he had. Lewis and him stopped speaking, Nico gave up literally the rest of his life and even stopped sleeping in the same bed as his wife and taking care of his kids, instead spending every moment trying to get into Lewis’ head. Honestly, I think he might be the only one that could beat Lewis. Just because he knew him *so well*. He literally threw away like 16 years of friendship. But also it’s like, he had to be world champion. He *had to*. His dad was champion and his whole life he’s been preparing to win it too. Tough luck that he raced in the same era as Mr. Best Driver The Sport Has Ever Seen.

Nico won the last few races of 2015, and the first four races of 2016. Lewis had a couple car problems and Nico had a good lead on him in the championship.

2016 Spanish Grand Prix

Gentlemen. A short view back to the past. Nico had made a switch error on the formation lap causing the car to go into the wrong engine mode. So he was running a lot slower than Lewis, who was fighting to claim back the lead.

Nico closed the door to keep him back, and Lewis lost control on the grass, and spins into Nico and taking them both out of the race in the first lap. This is probably one of the most iconic crashes. I’m pretty sure there’s a clip of this somewhere in black and white with the titanic music over the top.

Niki Lauda blamed this one on Lewis (I guess even a supportive dad has to be critical sometimes) "Lewis is too aggressive. It is stupid, we could've won this race".

2016 Austrian Grand Prix

Nico had been struggling with a brake issue all race but was still on the way to win it. But in the last lap Lewis had caught him up and gone in for the overtake.

Typical Nico not taking any shit, refusing to be the guy that backs out and they collide. Lewis took the win and a damaged Nico dropped to fourth. From first. In the last lap.

Both of them blamed each other and tired dad team boss Toto Wolff threatened team orders in future races.

The stewards blamed Nico for the incident, issuing him two penalty points for failing to allow "racing room" and causing a collision.

2016 Abu Dhabi

In the final laps of the race, Lewis ignored team-orders from his race engineer and the technical director.

He deliberately slowed and backed Nico into the pack hoping they overtake him, and there would be enough of a points difference to win the title.

Nico finished second and won the title by five points.

And then,,, Nico announced a surprise retirement during the FIA prize giving ceremony.

Lewis’ response:

"This is the first time he's won in 18 years, hence why it was not a surprise that he decided to stop.” (We stan a petty king)

“But he's also got a family to focus on and probably wants to have more children. Formula One takes up so much of your time."

“In terms of missing the rivalry, of course because we started karting when we were 13 and we would always talk about being champions. When I joined this team, Nico was there, which was something we spoke about when we were kids. So it's going to be very, very strange, and, for sure, it will be sad to not have him in the team next year."

And now they are kind of on speaking terms but not really, they are both pretty private but I think they are at the ‘awkward small talk when we run into each other at the supermarket’ stage of the break up.

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

[hnychn]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 [𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀]

summary : tsuki had always been the rational one between the two of you, but sometimes even he needs his other half to knock him back to earth

warnings : twin!reader, fem!reader, cursing, physically hurt/comfort, generally fluff, PLATONIC, tsuki & reader get into a fight, not edited at all

word count : 1600+

a/n : i was rewatching karasuno's match against shiratorizawa last night, and i thought about this so :) it's just general headcanons about being tsuki's twin and it gets specific when i bring up the match :) enjoy ( ´∀｀)

karasuno masterlist ~ haikyuu masterlist

-          contrary to popular belief, tsukishima is actually a really good sibling and an even better twin 

-          he’ll definitely make sure you’re taking care of yourself and eating and drinking often, especially if you have you’re involved in your own club 

-          he and yamaguchi wait after school for you too so you don’t have to walk home alone. tsuki says it’s because he doesn’t want your mom or akiteru to stress out over you if you get lost or something, but deep down you know it’s because he cares for you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you 

-          but, if you manage for the volleyball club, it makes his life a lot easier 

-          you definitely joined before yachi, right at the beginning of the year when tsuki and yamaguchi signed up for the team. you and kiyoko were quick to become friends, along with the third years (the only ones tsuki really trusted you around alone. pls tanaka nearly tackled you to the ground when you said you wanted to be manager had it not been for daichi grabbing his collar and tsuki pusing you behind him) 

-          tanaka apologised

-          do i really need to tell you why tsuki didn’t trust hinata and kageyama around you? 

-          you were the one to recruit yachi to be another manager as well. she was in some of your classes and you knew her to be a kind and work-driven person, so you asked if she wanted to sign up 

-         pls babes never stood a chance saying no to you

-         she was a blushing mess

-          (she highkey has a crush on you and tsuki knows it, but that’s none of his business) 

-          just like tsuki, you’re able to quickly analyze players and their movements and you also are able to think ahead and plan out attacks or defences with the information you’ve gathered 

-          so the coaches really like you :) 

-          during the training camp, you and tsuki got into a fight, y’know, as siblings do. and you’ve gotten into arguments and fights with each other in front of the others, so they weren’t all too worried and assured everyone else that it was normal . . . but then y’all started getting physical 

-          hurtful words were thrown without thinking, it’s normal, but tsuki went a bit too far with his words and you aren’t the type to cry and run away, so what did you do? 

-          you tackled that bitch :D 

-          so there you two were, fighting like kids over the last popsicle in the freezer, while everyone just stood there in shock at what the hell was going on in front of them 

-          the others were quick to pull you away from each other, and the managers led you away from your brother while the two of you calmed down. it definitely took you a while to calm down from the adrenalin high from tackling your 6’3 brother, but you eventually did and went back into the gym where tsuki was sitting on the bench.

-          the others tensed up when you walked over to him and sat next to him, thinking you were gonna start fighting again, but instead the two of you sat in silence for a while 

-         the other managers, who you’ve become great friends with, eventually got everyone to mind their business to give the two of you privacy to apologise or whatever 

-          and you did, because he’s your brother, and no matter how many petty fights (verbal or physical) you get into with him, he’ll always be your twin. your other half 

-          but that doesn't mean you'll never take his ass down again if he doesn't watch his words

-          bcs you will ˙ ͜ʟ˙

-          the two of you like to tease each other, i mean, this is tsukishima we’re talking about, if he’s going to tease someone it’s most definitely going to be you

-          now onto what spurred this whole headcanon >:) 

-          everyone was nervous leading up to the match with shiratorizawa and, despite him not showing it, you knew tsuki was too. you could tell in the way he got dressed a bit slower that morning and the way he ate less and drank more water. plus it’s just twin intuition, you could just look at him and know what’s up 

-          n e ways, the match is going on and you would have fallen over the railing of the stands had it not been for akiteru’s grip on the back of your jacket (who scared the hell out of you when he first showed up. “kei’s not gonna like you being here, nii-chan.”) 

-          so it’s getting intense 

-          you’re sure this single match has taken 50 years off your life

-          you’ll give tsuki a good slap when the match is over for it 

-          you cried a little when tsuki blocked ushy gushy’s spike, but you made akiteru and yachi swear not to tell anyone especially tsuki since he would tease the fuck outta you and you don't need that. 

-         and then (y’know where i’m going with this) tsuki just goes and fucks up his hand 

-       it was like you became the flash because you were down in the court in literal seconds (akiteru swore you jumped over the rails down onto the court, but . . . i guess we’ll never know ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ)   

The walk to the medical room was silent. 

You could hear the cheers and screaming from the main gym form where you were, the shrill sounds echoing down the hallway almost hauntingly. You cursed a bit when you felt chills run down your spine, because despite being wrapped in your karasuno jacket and an extra jacket akiteru brought, the short length of your skirt provided barely any warmth for your legs. 

From beside you, Tsukishima was silent, simply clutching onto his bleeding hand while burning holes into the polished linoleum floor. You had expected him to tease you about the glare you sent Ushijima when you jumped onto the court (said boy would later confess to his teammate that that had been the only moment he truly felt fear), or make fun of the way akiteru’s jacket seemed to drown you and made you look like a wet cat; but he didn’t. And his silence was more unnerving than anything. 

But you knew Kei. You knew the looks he was giving, the way his face seemed to relax and become more expressive when it was only the two of you, you could see his thoughts and worries as plain as day on his face. 

You were twins after all. You knew Kei better than he knew himself, you knew his attitude was nothing short of a direct result of your brother's lies and his worry was because he had finally gotten a taste of what volleyball was really like, and he was craving more. 

So, as the eldest twin, you did what you did best. 

You teased him. 

“Stop making that face, you look constipated.” 

Tsuki snapped his head over to you and scowled, “Shut up.” 

“No, you shut up, and listen well, Kei.” Your strict and monotone voice surprised him a little, he hadn’t heard you use that voice in a while, let alone with him; you were known as the nicer twin after all, “You need to trust that the others will hold their own. Have trust in your team to keep Shiratorizawa on their toes. You know them, you know they can hold their own and take some points. You’ve trained and practiced with them for a while now, Kei. You’ve seen their improvements and you’ve seen their hard times, have a little more trust in them. So stop worrying about what could happen while you’re not there and start thinking about what you’ll do when you get back, big head.” 

There was a silence between the two of you as the medic room sign came into view. You sighed a little as you shrugged in your mind, perhaps Kei was too deep in his thoughts to care about your words, but there was only so much you could do to convince him to relax a little. But before you could slide open the door to the medic room, you felt a little tug on the back of your (akiteru’s) jacket. 

Tsuki still looked down to the ground, but you could just about make out a small dust of pink on his cheeks, “thanks for that . . . y/n” 

Your eyes widened a bit and you nearly made a move to pinch yourself because on the way to the medic room you must have died and went to heaven or aliens must have burst through the window and taken you to an alternate universe where your brother, Tsukishima fucking Kei, was thanking you. 

You hands shook a little as you pulled Tsuki’s face down, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead and checking his body for other injuries, “What the fuck, are you sure it’s only your hand that’s injured? Did one of Ushiwaka’s spikes hit you in the head? I think you’re dying . . . yeah, that’s what it is. Maybe you should sit this game out Kei, you might start doing crazier things like tell me you love me or that I’m the best sister you could have asked for or-” 

“OH, SHUT UP!” 

You laughed as Tsuki pushed you into the medic room and ignored you as his hand was being bandaged up. Tsuki glared at you over his shoulder as you poked and prodded the back of his head and teased him further, but when he turned back around his glare softened. 

Tsuki was grateful for your presence. He was thankful you were there to keep his head on his shoulders and make sure he stayed focused on what really mattered. And out of everyone in the world, Tsuki was glad you were his twin - his better half. 

Not that’d he ever tell you.

-         so yeah :) 

-          tl;dr tsukishima is a tsundere and secretly loves you ˙ ͜ʟ˙

[shurisneakers]

shut in [epilogue]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: anxiety, ptsd, swearing

Word count: 4k

A/N: annnnd we’re done :)) thank you to my resident bully @midnightsunfae for really getting this fic off the ground and helping with the planning. ily upo and thank you to everyone who’s read this series over the 5 months it’s been going on. it’s meant the absolute world to me :’)

Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, an indicator of the nervousness that was building to a crescendo in your chest.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, hand placed gently on your forearm.

You nodded, eyes downcast. If you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to find it in yourself to follow through with it.

“I am,” you said quietly, swallowing to get rid of the lump in your throat.

“Okay,” he confirmed, letting his arm drop gently.

Ten minutes to go. You took a sip of water nervously. The glass had already found itself shifting back and forth on the table in search of the perfect place. It was a fruitless quest anyway.

The door was painted a dark green, steps leading up to it from the pavement.

“Are you sure he won’t mind?” you asked quietly, standing a stair below him in apprehension. Neither of you had contacted him or sent a message, just showed up at his place exhausted and covered in a thin layer of dirt.

“I know he won’t.” Sam raised his fist to knock thrice, a pause before knocking two more times.

A code.

He turned around slightly, checking to see if you were fine. The longer you stood out there, the more afraid you were of someone spotting the both of you, putting an end to your life before it even began. You had a feeling that paranoia would continue for a long time.

The door swung open, revealing a tall man with blonde hair leaning against the doorway with one arm. There was a nick above his eyebrow, an old scar that hadn’t faded over time. Even though his other hand was concealed behind the door, you could tell that he was holding something by the way his muscles were clenched. Years of training wouldn’t disappear overnight.

"Sam." Surprise overtook his face in a second. "You're alive."

"Don't sound so happy, I can't handle it." Sam rolled his eyes, an affectionate smile on his face. "This is Y/N, we need a place to stay."

“It’s just been a while since I heard from you, man. Coming from a hit?” Riley didn’t think twice about moving aside, scrutinising dried blood on your person as you walk past. “Nice to meet you, I’m Riley.”

It was a cane in his hand. Sam’s mention of his limp flashed in your mind.

You gave him a small wave and a quiet re-introduction of yourself, following Sam into the house.

“You could say that.” Sam paused, a hand on Riley’s shoulder as he says something out of your ear shot to him.

Riley’s face turned stoic immediately, a nod of his head and a deep exhale soon following. “Stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” You pressed your lips together in a straight line with a corner quirked upwards, a half smile of sorts.

“Bathroom’s down the hall, to the right.” He pointed out the direction. “I’m getting you some food. Gumbo still your thing, Wilson?”

“Anything other than peanut butter.”

Riley was a blessing you could have never prepared for; knowing exactly what you both would need and anticipating emotions you had no idea you’d be feeling. For someone who had guests show up completely uninvited to crash on his couch, he was ready as ever, given that he had been through the same thing a while ago.

It was difficult. Fuck that, it was one of the hardest things to go; not pretending like everything around you would fall into soon and that you would be fine because you had to. You had worked too damn hard for you not to be.

But you knew things weren’t going to be fine right off the bat and it would be foolish to think it was.

“Sam, look at me,” you commanded gently, but there was an edge of firmness to your tone. You were sitting on the bench near the entrance of the park.

“I’m sorry, things were going good and I thought-” He shook his face that was hiding in his palm, elbows resting on his knees.

His attacks didn’t come nearly as frequently as yours. It was easy to think that he had no trauma just because he learnt how to deal with it better.

“Look at me, Sammy.” It was just a walk in the park, a stroll that should have lasted twenty minutes tops. You had been on that trail before for the same purpose but something triggered him today, someone’s gaze who lingered too long on the both of you.

He clenched his fists, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Breathe with me.” You exaggerated the movements to have him follow, a system the both of you had come up with when anxiety attacks used to hit at random. A temporary solution to an aftermath that would go on for hours, days even.

It took him a few staggered breaths to get there, finally falling into routine with you. He could feel his heartbeat slow to what it was but the pit in his stomach wouldn’t subside for a while.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” you reassured, still making sure he was breathing with you. You were nervous too and your eyes were still darting about to survey your surroundings, but he needed you at that moment. “We���re safe. We’re okay.”

“No one’s here,” he mumbles, interlacing your fingers and bringing it to his forehead to lean against your hand.

“We’re okay,” you repeated, giving him the space he needed. “We’re okay.”

“Will someone be joining you?” The waiter prodded softly. If it wasn’t your incessant tapping at the table, the clammy palms and constant checking of your watch was a clear giveaway that you could use a bit of kindness that day.

“Yeah, any minute now.” You smiled at her. She simply nodded, refilling your glass of water before leaving you alone.

You looked at your watch and sighed.

Seven minutes.

Things were fine. Things were good.

Sam and you were… undefined. Labels almost seemed too constrictive for now and it wasn’t like the both of you didn’t know what the other felt. It was kind. It was soft. Sometimes you kissed his cheek when the sunlight bounced off his face while he watered the succulents and the smile he gave you was addictive. Other times he snaked an arm around your waist and leaned his head on your shoulder while you watched the street from the kitchen window.

It made you happy, and so you tried to force away the stem of doubt that creeped into your heart.

Riley had introduced the concept of movie nights and the occasional mob movie would make it in there just to poke fun at. He showed you around the city, inviting you to go grocery shopping with him at the farmers market, the best places to get a glimpse of the music scene or to subtly point out potential date night spots.

He was a genuinely nice guy, and if you thought Sam was fun to hang out with, you were not prepared for the both of them together. You could tell why Sam adored him.

“Y/N, I don’t know how you stayed with him for all that time and didn’t murder him in his sleep.” Riley glared at Sam who had once again left his collection of music CDs strewn around on a couch. It was all in jest; it was well known that Sam found an anchor in music that kept him up late at night for a sense of calm.

“It was a close call sometimes,” you added playfully, giving Sam a grin.

“You weren’t exactly easy to survive with either.” He scoffed. “How many times did we watch Megamind in a row? Eight?”

“You wouldn’t stop watching Die Hard,” you accused, arms crossed over your chest. “It was payback.”

“You made the rule saying we couldn’t watch things more than twice in a row and you broke it first.”

“I’m gonna go,” Riley interjected. “But y’all keep at this. I heard it’s good for your soul.”

“Stay there,” Sam demanded, pointing to where he was standing a second ago. “You’re gonna be play judge since you started this shit.”

“I really don’t want to.” He shook his head, staying put nonetheless, amusement clear as day on his face.

“The laundry.”

“The dishes.”

You both narrowed your eyes at each other. His argument didn’t hold a match to yours.

“You know what, I was wrong,” Riley announced to no one in particular. “I’m pretty sure you guys would kill each other under any other circumstance.”

The smile on your face faltered but you straightened it back out with a clearing of your throat before firing a comeback.

It was barely a second, almost unnoticeable. But Sam caught it.

Four minutes.

Almost time.

The tapping became more intense, and the rate at which you pulled out your phone to check the time increased.

Fuck, this was a bad idea. How were you supposed to behave with him after all this time?

Something was wrong. Something was off.

Sam wasn’t blind to it. He could see it under the smile you eased into at game night, the complaining when too much food was ordered for three people to eat, the good natured teasing when he rolled over to your side of the bed at night to steal your blanket.

Something was eating at you, gnawing at you from the inside.

His suspicion was confirmed when you whispered at 2am one night to what you thought was an asleep partner that you wanted to move out. Find a place of your own.

His stomach dropped instantly but he didn’t so much as move a muscle.

“I need to get out. I need to have a life,” you sniffed, doing your best not to wake him up as you traced circles into his skin lightly. “I don’t know what it’s like to be independent. I won’t know unless I figure it out myself.”

The air had a chill to it and it was one of the times you had asked him to sleep in the guest bedroom with you instead of on his own, knowing that it was one of those nights where you could use a little extra warmth.

“Even when we were in there I couldn’t stop thinking about whether this thing between us was just because we were forced to stay together. You said it wasn’t, and I know that but I can’t help but think-” Your voice cracked. “Would you come back to me if things were different?”

He didn’t answer, even though he knew what he wanted to say with all the certainty in the world. Your fingers continued to draw on his skin. He continued to let you.

Sam didn’t even bring up the conversation that morning, or that week. Instead, he held you a bit closer whenever he could and gave you the space to hopefully open up to him on your own time, letting you know that he’d be there to listen.

It took a while. You both were in the middle of watching a movie that wasn’t Die Hard when you told him that you needed to talk to him about something. The hesitancy in your voice and the fixation your fingers had with the hem of your sweater was painful to witness.

He understood, of course. He always did. That you needed to experience what it was like to live, not survive. That decades of living with other kids, living under an abuser, living in a safehouse for months, was restrictive and suffocating and you needed to find what made you happy.

And so did he. It was something both of you had to do eventually, exit the bubble you had been staying in under such ardent protection for those two months.

Riley was wonderfully supportive of it, vowing to find you the best apartment that New Orleans had to offer. You didn’t doubt it.

His place had been colourful and bright and everything you could have asked for after the monotone walls you were used to. But it wasn’t yours.

A few weeks later you had moved out. Sam left a lingering kiss on your forehead, a sign to say that he’d be here whenever, whatever.

You made a Shakira joke. He laughed.

A completely fresh new start. If you failed now, it was all on you.

And what a terrifying thought that was.

It had been four months since you had left Riley’s apartment behind.

Four months since you had seen either of them.

The cafe was starting to feel too small for this event. Too intimate, too-

When the bell above the cafe chimes, something at the back of your mind instantly wakes up, sending you on high alert.

“Y/N?” he called out from behind you.

You knew he’d be early.

“Sam.” You breathed out, standing up to face him.

Video calls didn’t do him any justice. He had a particular glow to him, an aura of confidence that wasn’t there the last time you saw him. His beard was neatly trimmed and the smile that tugged at his lips the minute you caught his eye was beautiful.

You didn’t realise how different he looked until the time apart. Months of makeshift workouts and peanut butter as your only source of protein had done a number on him. You remembered him being leaner, and what you now realised was the constant burden of fatigue on his face.

“You look good.” An understatement escaped you, but he did.

He had a deep blue shirt on that hugged him in all the right places. Months of seeing him only black and grey had you damn near drooling when he wore other colours after you got out.

Not that you were staring, but his biceps had definitely made a wonderful return.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Sam sent you a smile that instantly put you at ease. “Independence looks good on you, sweetheart.”

You gave a small laugh, gesturing for him to take a seat. Should you have hugged him? Shook his hand? Kissed hi-

“It’s been a while,” he politely interrupted your overthinking. “How are things going?”

You let out a small breath. It was a big question, one that you had answered over text and call a few times but it was different now. He was in front of you now and you couldn’t bullshit the way you used to on call occasionally.

“Weird,” you admitted. “I don’t know what to do with myself now that I have all this time.”

“It takes some gettin’ used to.” He nodded in agreement, leaning back in his chair.

A lot of your time went into trying new hobbies. Knitting, pottery, drawing- anything that you could get your hands on. Things didn’t always catch on, some discarded just after the first week. Others stuck, bringing you bits of triumph every time you moved forward with your newfound skill.

“You still seein’ your therapist?” He flashed a smile at the waitress who filled his glass of water.

Ah, yes. Dr. Bishop had been one of the first people you sought out.

“Yeah.” You took a sip of water. “See her weekly.”

You still had money left over from all the hit jobs that you had done. As much as you wanted to leave every inkling of that life behind, you needed the cash to live. You had enough for the time being, but you knew that eventually you had to start working; if not for the money then for the peace of mind.

“How’s that goin’?”

“She thinks I talk in elaborate metaphors. The gang’s what I call my toxic family, he was my abusive father, stuff like that.”

There were moments where you thought you saw someone you knew standing at a corner, vendors giving you icy looks from across the street, footsteps outside your door that seemed too damn loud. But nothing ever came of it.

“Thanks for the tip, by the way.” You extended a smile to him in appreciation for the idea.

“Worked with my therapist, figured it would be the same with yours.” He shrugged casually. It wasn’t like you wanted to lie to her, and you weren’t. But some things were better left in the dark.

“But I think it’s helping.” You exhaled deeply, eyes downcast. “The nightmares are reducing.”

“That’s a lot of progress.” The corner of his mouth quirked upward in pride.

Several feelings erupted from that look, some that you’d spend the whole day revelling in if you didn’t force yourself to move on.

“How about you?” you diverted the subject back to him. “How’s Riley?”

“He says he misses ya.” Sam laughed. “Says he can’t handle me alone, that he needs you back to save him.”

“What have you been doing to that poor man?” you teased, easing back into your seat. “He was fine when I left him.”

“He’s got a fancy new job now and it’s been going to his head. Needed a little humbling.”

“You’re not going too hard on him, are you?” Even though you knew he wasn’t, it was fun to make sure.

“Nah, I’d say it’s just about the right amount.” Sam grinned and you felt the familiar flutter return to your stomach. “I’ve been doing good. Working on getting my license.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that going?” You were thrilled when he said he was going to look into becoming a youth counselor, knowing that it was something he had been genuinely wanting to do for ages.

“With my background, or lack of it, it’s a little trickier than I thought it would be,” he divulges a bit more seriously. “Riley’s been pulling a few strings and I got a few contacts but it’s gonna take some more time.”

You bit your lip, worry rising for him. He deserved it, he earned it. It fucking sucked that it wasn’t going to be an easy, direct path.

“We’ll figure it out,” you said quietly, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his in reassurance.

The contact brings with it a small spark. You wondered if he still felt it.

“Yeah. We will.” He sent you a soft smile at your action, not making any effort to move it. “You been on any dates lately?”

You let out a snort at that. “Loads. Have fellas lining up at every corner for me.”

“I bet.” He’s more bold, a bit more open than he was in the first month when you both got out. “How many of them do I have to fight off?”

“I’d say six as a rough estimate.” Your expression mimicked one of consideration. “I hope you’ve been getting your hours in at the gym.”

“I’ll kick it up a notch,” he promised, hands raised in surrender.

“You better. We’re supposed to go for laser-tag.” A dumb callback to a joke he made on one of your last days there.

“Or paintball.” He remembered. It made you unnecessarily giddy. “I added an escape room to the list too.”

“Hilarious,” you fired at him, rolling your eyes slightly but the happiness on your face proved otherwise.

His laughter died down eventually, paving the way for the comfortable silence that lingered between you both. Your eyes fell down to where your hand still held his, biting your lip to conceal a smile.

“Y/N,” he called out, pulling your gaze back to his. “Jokes aside… how are you?”

You let out a breath at his question. You knew it was coming.

“Riley found me an apartment,” you murmured.

Sam looked up from his phone. “Yeah?”

“It’s a nice place. Lots of sunlight. Quiet too.” You toyed with your fingers. “But it’s about an hour away. More if you consider traffic.”

Sam set his phone down gently on the bedside table, indicating that you had his full attention.

“I don’t want you to think I’m abandoning you, because I’m not. I wouldn’t, I just-”

“Hey,” he interrupted calmly, twisting his body to face you. “I don’t think you’re abandoning me. If this is what you need, then you should do it.”

“I don’t know if this is what I need. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never been-” the frustration in your voice only increased as you went on. “-I don’t even know if this is going to work. What if I hate it?”

“Finding out what you hate is just as important as what you like, I think.” He watched you toy with the fidget square he had gotten you. “And you know that if you don’t feel like it, then you can come back here at any moment.”

“I know.” It was a comforting thought. A safety net.

“But would this make you happy?” That caught you by surprise.

It wasn’t something you had thought of. You thought of the negative consequences, the devastating effects it could have on you, how it could be the worst possible decision you’d ever make.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, a new anxiety setting in. “I guess we’ll see.”

You liked the neighbours who played the piano way too loud at 2am, the really terrible coffee at the therapist’s office and the feeling the paper plane on your dresser gave you when you occasionally looked at it.

You didn’t like how hot the apartment could get, especially during the afternoon, or the guy who sold magazines down the street who cursed at everyone for no reason, or the gentrified Indian food they served at the mall.

But Sam was right. Figuring out what you didn’t like was just as beautiful a journey as figuring out what you did.

“I’m happy.” You breathed out. “Or I'm working towards being happy. But it’s there.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. Simply slipped his palm under yours to lift your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m proud of you.”

If anyone could feel the heat that rose to your face they would probably think you had a fever.

The fear that you had, the one of what things would be like if you weren’t forced to survive in a confined space together, had begun to fade the minute he called out your name that day.

It was Sam. Your Sam.

You shake yourself out of your train of thought with a small smile, making a move to gather up your belongings without letting go of his hand for a second.

“Well, c’mon then. Those paintballs aren’t going to shoot themselves.”

“Are you saying this is a date?” There was a smirk on his face that wasn’t there a minute ago.

“Would you still consider it one once I annihilate you?” You tilted your head in a challenge.

“That would never happen, first of all.” He scoffed. “Second… I was thinking that maybe we could do something normal for a change.”

That had you more interested than the prospect of adventure sports. You had enough of it for a lifetime, frankly speaking.

“Lead the way, Cinnamon.” He only rolled his eyes at the nickname, sending you a vaguely threatening look. You just laughed.

“This place got good coffee?” He looked around at the establishment and its patrons.

“One of the best.”

“Then I don’t see why we have to go anywhere else,” he offered and you nodded, relaxing back into your place with the same sense of warmth in your heart that only intensified with his proposal.

He raised his hand up to flag the server, the same girl who had been helping you out since you got there, asking for two menus.

The smile he sent her was infectious. It was good.

“Sam,” you began quietly. “I missed you.”

His eyes softened, the sunlight reflecting in it making it shine like dravite. “I missed you, too.”

“Ready to order?” The waitress stands beside you with a notepad.

He looked at you and you nodded with a smile.

Things were different. You were different.

And he still came back to you.

--fin--

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Starting with English right out the gate.

Emotional damage already this is gonna be interesting.

I don’t trust this. Kinn you absolute sap.

Lunch with dad, this is the most awkward thing I’ve ever seen. Kinn looks so happy but the only reason they are back in the house is so Porsche can get his sneak on.

He’s so happy. I feel so bad for him. Porsche please tell Kinn about the photo, I know you won’t but please lie to me.

Porsche thinks Korn is connected to him through his dad. For some reason I don’t agree with that.

Vegas….what are you doing??? Are you being domestic?!?! Oh fuck Kan. You dick, he made that, how dare you. Someone fuck him up. Someone hug Vegas please, he might be messed up but he doesn’t deserve to be treated like that. Fuck you Kan.

Back to Porsche yay. Kinn, rude. Waste of coffee. TELL HIM WHAT’S WRONG. Dang Chan. You will definitely not talk later cause you are hopeless. Korn, don’t do this. Korn, I don’t trust you in the slightest. Yeah it’s just lung cancer. Damn it Porsche. Will you two just communicate, please. Please.

Hi Pete. Vegas you good??? Pete the hell, oh this is terrible. Y’all are devolving. Vegas… you made a mess. Don’t hurt Pete please. No no no no no stop. Please stop, now. Stop. Right now. Stop this.

No offence T I don’t care that you had a bad dream, my boy Pete is in trouble. I now care about your dream. Thank you T. Yes T lay it all out. Tell Porsche everything. T is the best character in this show and you can’t tell me differently.

Anyway. Vegas put down the knife. Pete….I wanna hug him. Vegas apologise, thank you. Pete, your hand my dude. Man you two are messed up. Therapy ok, lots of it. Let’s all calm down for a second. I genuinely think Vegas was scared for a hot minute. He’s definitely gonna leave but maybe not right away?? Never mind. Right away, damn. Bye Vegas.

T. He isn’t dead, chill. Kinn, you are not helping. T, are you burning money???? Seriously. T, babes you are insane and I love you. T no, baby don’t sing. Pete shows up like a ghost and Pol and Arm two bodyguards are gone and Porsche turned into scooby doo the way he jumped on Kinn. 🤣🤣🤣 I love that T hugged him even though he thought Pete was a zombie. Now that’s true friendship. Watch out Pete has some wounds. Guys he is injured, stop it. Pete, Porsche can see right through that smile. He’s not gonna tell you. Porsche please just hug him, gently though.

Oh my god Kim. You’re here, hi. Porchay, oh shit he blocked him. I’m now very sad. The song, oh my god. He has a collection of pictures, my heart. I’m broken. Kim, don’t cry you really will break me. I can’t handle this.

Oh great show us poor Vegas. Now he’s crying. Stop it. Pete if you start crying I quit. I quit. I can’t do this. I want my happy place.

Yay Porsche, make it better. Damn it Porsche. Yeah take Pete clubbing that will fix him. Porsche please please talk to Kinn.

T what you doing. Pete that is a Vegas shirt. T is singing again. Stop that. Wrong song for this moment. Read the vibe my dude.

Porsche where you going?? Oh shit Vegas. Don’t beat up Vegas, no yeah he deserved that first hit. Wait Porsche did you call Vegas. No one tell Pete how close he was to Vegas. Porsche this is not a good idea. Porsche you used Pete. Porsche how could you??

I’m worried. I don’t like this. I think he wishes he could shot you. Great now they’re crying together. That isn’t helping. Stop with the English, I can’t handle it. Dang it Pol, you have shit timing. We were making some kind of progress.

Kinn. Kinn sweetheart, you are in a bubble and it’s gonna burst in your face. He legit asked Porchay so he could meet Porsche’s parents. That’s kinda sweet. Awwww Porsche looks happy. Don’t take this from me. He is raking Porsche over the coals. Please Porsche please, you won’t have a better moment than how. Damn it. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🚨🚨🚨

Wait a minute. Is that what I think it is. It that a pool!!!!!! Someone called this and now I’m terrified what they said is gonna come true. Camera man has been to put work with this scene. Oh my god they said it. They actually said it. Also that far away shoot said everything. Okay I know he’s flexible but you’re gonna break him. Shit, no. Kinn wake up. Uncle??? Is he dead. Kinn wake up, dang it Kinn.

The smiley face on the note, so cute. Oh shit he grabbed Porchay. T they are okay, don’t worry. Oh shit Kim was gonna cut a bitch.

Vegas and Porsche, this is gonna be a weird team up. Uncle isn’t dead, fuck. Seriously, uncle is useless. Vegas can and will kill you. Actually please Vegas kill him. 😱😱😱 Korn actually set Porsche up to kill an “innocent” man. What is happening?!?!?!? Uncle is dead. Right before he could tell Porsche, thankfully a memory has been unlocked. Kinn and Pete team up to get their dumbass boyfriends. Who shot uncle. Dang it Korn. Found Porsche. Korn he has a gun to your head now isn’t the time.

Are you kidding me!!!!!!! I can’t wait a whole week!!!!!!! I was not ready or prepared.

“The longest episode” man they know how to pull us. That teaser was not enough. I can’t. Someone help me steal a tardis.

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16th: fake-dating with kuroo.

- in which he needs a date to his cousin’s wedding or his mom is going to try to marry him off to a random girl. and who’s there to save the day? you!

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“just hire an escort.”

you raise an eyebrow when you hear the words drift into the kitchen from the living room, and you take five cans of sprite from the fridge and two packets of chips from the cupboard, and when you pad back into the living room, you meet kuroo’s frustrated face, akaashi’s amused one, tsukishima’s normal face, and bokuto’s excited one.

“what’s this i hear about hiring an escort?” you ask, and try to shift the packet of chips to your other hand so the cans won’t roll out of your hands, and you shoot a smile at kuroo when he pushes himself off the couch and heads towards you to help you take the cans out of your hands. it’s times like these where kuroo makes your heart skip a beat. he was always there to help you carry things if you needed someone to.

you pass the chips to bokuto and tsukishima, and settle into an empty spot in between akaashi and kuroo and reach for the television remote to browse through netflix. kuroo instantly stretches out a hand to rest on your shoulders. it’s something he always did, and it just showed how comfortable he was with you. but recently, it’s been causing your heart to flutter just a little bit.

“well?” you say, when the room still remains silent, save for the crinkling of the chips’ packet and the opening of the cans of sprite.

“didn’t kuroo tell you?” akaashi asks, and you tilt your head slightly to the side when he looks at you with a questioning gaze, and you turn to give kuroo a questioning gaze as well.

he’s avoiding your eyes, which means that he’s either embarrassed or frustrated, and you aren’t quite sure which one he is.

“my cousin’s getting married,” he finally says after a short pause, “the one you met during christmas dinner? do you remember her? the accountant?”

“oh!” you say, and nod fervently and smile when you remember how she looked like, “the christmas dinner two years ago? the one that has tortoise-shell glasses? the pretty one?”

kuroo nods, and he lifts up a hand to run through his messy hair, “yeah, well. she’s getting married this weekend.”

you almost tell him to give her your congratulations, but you frown, “and what’s that got to do with hiring an escort?”

a red flush overcomes kuroo’s cheeks, and you blink when you realise that this is the first time you’ve ever seen him so red.

“that’s n-not my idea,” he finally bites out, and he’s looking away from you, and you raise an eyebrow again because that didn’t answer your question, and you’re really confused.

then you hear tsukishima’s laugh.

“his mom told him that she’s going to introduce him to a girl at the wedding. apparently he’s at the age where he should be dating or he’ll be single forever. he’s trying to find a way to get out of this.”

you let out a snort when tsukishima finishes the sentence, and kuroo turns back to glare at you, his face still a little red.

“guess who that girl is,” kuroo grumbles, and you laugh, but stop short when kuroo doesn’t smile.

“who?”

“yura babbington.”

“wait, what?” bokuto cuts in, and laughs loudly, “you didn’t tell us it was yura babbington!”

yura babbington was your university’s resident entitled drama queen. she was rude to the waitresses in restaurants when she went out for lunch. she was an asshole to the cleaners in your university. yura once made everyone believe that a girl kissed her own cousin because the girl showed interest in yura’s ex boyfriend.

“this is going to be gold, kuroo,” tsukishima smirks, “you and yura babbington? amazing. the ultimate power couple.”

kuroo flips the middle finger at tsukishima, and burrows his head into your neck and groans sadly, “help me, (Y/N).”

you have to force yourself to not allow the flush to rise to your face.

“what can i even do?” you laugh, and pat his his head with your free hand, “i don’t think i can even do anything, mr babbington.”

akaashi snorts.

you laugh again when kuroo pulls away from you with the most scandalised look on his face, and you yelp when kuroo tucks his fingers into your sides and begins to tickle you.

“apologise!” he demands, and you laugh again as you squirm on the couch to try to escape his fingers digging into your side.

“no!”

“you can’t joke about me becoming mr babbington! i’m going to fucking hurl!”

you’re about to tease him again when bokuto cuts in, “i think hiring an escort is a good idea! he can have a date the entire time during the wedding and his mom won’t try to hook him up with yura because he’s with someone!”

you laugh again when kuroo flips the middle finger at bokuto, and slumps back into the couch with a frown on his face.

“i’m not going to hire an escort.”

“why not, it’s still better than being mr babbington, right?” you grin, and grimace when kuroo flicks your forehead.

“because.”

“because?” akaashi prods, and kuroo glares at him.

“because it’s weird, i don’t even know the escort,” kuroo says, and takes a swig from his can of sprite.

“i have an idea!” bokuto says excitedly as akaashi scrolls through the netflix catalogue

to finally settle on which movie to watch, “(Y/N), what if you become his date for the wedding?”

“what? are you serious?” you laugh, and when you meet kuroo’s eyes, there’s a flash of something in there but you’re not quite sure what it is because it’s gone when he blinks. you’re sure that the flush you were try to surpress has risen to your face this time.

“yeah? why not? kuroo’s super comfortable with you. you’re super comfortable with kuroo. just pretend it’s a usual outing? y’all always go on outings together anyway,” bokuto shrugs, and kuroo’s slowly sitting up a little straighter as bokuto continues to ramble on.

“(Y/N)...”

“kuroo...”

“please...”

“what do you want me to do? play your doting girlfriend?”

“...yes?”

you shake your head and turn away from kuroo to face the television.

“please? you’re my best friend. the sweetest person i know. the most nicest person i know. the bestest person i know. the prettiest—“

you scoff (because what the hell—how can he say such things to you so easily?), “you’re just a sweet talker.”

he grins at you, “is it working?”

“can’t you find someone else?”

“you’re the only girl i know.”

you roll your eyes, “that’s a lie. what about kaori? yukie? yumi? miyo?”

it’s kuroo’s turn to roll his eyes,” well, yeah. but you’re the only one which i would actually date.”

“you’re not helping your case,” you say sternly, and try to cover up the fact that your heart is now hammering against your chest.

“please?” kuroo says again, smiling at you, “c’mon, i’ll buy you those vanilla crepes that you like so much.”

you sigh.

-

kuroo blinks when he sees you head towards him and he has to slap himself mentally because holy shit, how can someone look this good? he’s been harbouring a major minor crush on you for a few years now, and every single day he looks at you, you always look prettier than you looked the day before.

you’re looking absolutely beautiful in that dress of yours, and your hair is pulled back into a pretty half-up hairdo, and you look so fucking good, and his mind just goes blank.

“hey, kuroo. what’s up with you?” you shoot him a smile and he just feels like his brain has short-circuited.

“you look really pretty,” he blurts out, and damn it, he didn’t mean to say it out loud, and thank you, he will be ascending to heaven right now.

you laugh, and he has never heard something so pleasing before, “you’re not too bad yourself. you clean up well, huh?”

he manages to get a hold of himself to realise what you just said, and he frowns comically, “what’s that supposed to mean, ma’am?”

you laugh, and dart out of the forehead flick he sends your way, “well—“

“tetsurou? darling?”

the both of you turn, and kuroo watches your smile widen as you recognise the person who just spoke.

“mrs kuroo!” you trill, and you spread open your arms to pull his mom into a hug, and kuroo has never been so jealous of his mom before.

“(Y/N)!” his mom gushes, wrapping her arms around you tightly, “it’s so nice to see you! it been three months since we last saw each other, and you’re still so pretty!”

you laugh, and beam brightly at his mom while she rambles on about what you missed out on on, and kuroo can’t help but think that you just fit in so well in his family.

“oh, so tetsurou brought you here?” his mom asks, and when you nod, she turns to give kuroo a look, “he didn’t mention that he was bringing anyone.”

“it’s not his fault, mrs kuroo! to be honest, it was my fault. we’ve been dating for a while now and i wanted to keep our relationship private, so i told him to not tell anybody,” you say, and kuroo almost laughs at how quickly and smoothly you came up with the lie. and now he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to date you. he’s been thinking about it for a while now, but he doesn’t want to ruin the relationship between the both of you, so he’s been keeping things to himself.

“tetsurou! why didn’t you tell me earlier? now yura—“

“tetsurou?”

the both of you freeze when you hear the sickly-sweet honeyed voice, and kuroo stiffens when he catches sight of the figure sashaying towards the both of you.

“hi mrs kuroo! and hey, tetsurou! it’s so nice to finally be able to spend time with you! you’re always around that girl—“ yura falls silent when she makes eye contact with you, and smiles at you.

“(Y/N), is it? i believe we haven’t had the chance to interact. i’m yura marie babbington, but you can call me yura marie,” yura sticks out a hand for you to shake and smiles at you expectantly.

“it’s a pleasure, yura.”

“maybe you misheard me, i said you can call me yura marie.”

“yura is easier to pronounce,” you say cheerfully, and kuroo has to choke back a laugh.

you smile brightly as yura tries to mask her scowl with a smile as she turns to face kuroo’s mom.

“mrs kuroo, i hoped that i would be able to get to know tetsurou a little more..privately.” yura reaches forward to lace her fingers with kuroo’s, and kuroo instantly unlaces them and reaches for yours instead.

“yura, call me kuroo. tetsurou is only for people i’m close to,” kuroo says, and he smiles a little when he feels your hand squeezing his slightly.

“i assumed that i could call you tetsurou, because we’re going to be dating, no?” yura smiles at him, but her smile falters when she catches the sight of your linked arms.

“i’m sorry, i assumed that you should be holding hands with me instead of her,” yura says, and reaches forward to try to hold kuroo’s hands, but before kuroo can react, you’re pulling his hands back and smiling at yura.

“sorry, yura, but i’m afraid he’s taken,” you say, and kuroo swears he sees sparks fly around the both of you when you tiptoe up to press a kiss onto his lips.

when you pull back from the kiss, yura merely scoffs and stalks away and mrs kuroo looks like she was torn between frowning and smiling.

“i’ll go clear things up with yura,” she finally says, before giving the both of you hugs, “and tetsurou, i expect to hear details about how you got with (Y/N)!”

when she rushes away, kuroo grins when you let out a sigh of relief.

“i don’t think i’m going to be mr babbington anytime soon,” he smirks, and you let out a laugh.

“oh my gosh,” you say suddenly, and he startles, and turns to face you, “what’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

“i’m sorry i kissed you so suddenly just now, i just thought that it was the only way yura would—“

“it’s fine—“

“no! it really isn’t! we didn’t really establish what we could do and—“

“(Y/N)—“

“i’m so sorry if i made you uncomfortable—“

“(Y/N),” kuroo says firmly, and you freeze in the middle of your words and stare up at him, “it’s fine, okay? the kiss didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

he watches your shoulders sag in relief, and he clenches his jaw when he realises that it was now or never.

“hey, (Y/N)?”

“yeah? oh no, was it the kiss? it was really unco—“

“i like you.”

“i understand if you—wait what?”

he laughs at how adorably confused you look, with your nose scrunching up and your eyes squinting at him.

“kuroo, can you say what you said again? i think i misheard it.”

“you didn’t mishear anything,” he laughs softly, and he feels his heartbeat quicken when you stare down at your feet.

“uh, i didn’t make you uncomfortable, right?” he says after a minute, and he almost wants to punch himself for putting you in this position when you shake your head quickly.

“no. no! you didn’t make me uncomfortable. i was just thinking,” you quickly say, and he nods.

“kuroo?” you finally say after another minute of silence, and you hear him let out a quiet, “yeah?”

“i like you too.”

and just like that, kuroo feels the tension in the air evaporate, and he grins at you before leaning down to press a kiss onto your lips.

“(Y/N)?” he mumbles against your lips after he pulls away slightly.

“yeah?”

“you know you can call me tetsurou, right? you could’ve called me by that a long time ago.”

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 24)

Chapter 24 - Cooldown

Word count: 4.3k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

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Hyunsuk closed the door behind him and saw both his dongsaengs staring at him with surprised looks on their faces.

“Hyunsuk-hyung,” the both of them said at the same time.

“Uhh, yeah, it’s me,” Hyunsuk said reluctantly, noticing that they both were still staring at him like as if he was some sort of alien entering the room.

Hyunsuk approached the both of them, sitting next to Jihoon on the floor, opposite Junkyu.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked Junkyu.

Junkyu nodded abruptly.

“That’s good then…right then, this is for you,” Hyunsuk said as he handed the paper bag in his hands to Junkyu.

“What’s this?”

“Your shirt. Y/n wanted to return it to you today,”

Junkyu grabbed the bag. Slowly, he opened the bag and sees his shirt folded neatly into a small fold. He pulled the shirt out of the bag, unravelling it from its fold.

The shirt smelled of warm cotton and semi-sweet citrus scent, Junkyu noted, also reminding him of you.

“Wow, that’s actually a nice scent. I wonder what detergent y/n uses,” Jihoon spoke up.

“Yeah it is…like her…” Junkyu said softly.

Hyunsuk lets out a groan as he stretched his arms upwards, relieving them from the stress and tension earlier.

Junkyu was about to keep the shirt into the paper bag when he noticed a small note inside it. He shakes the bag to let the note out.

Picking the note up, he read it out for them all to hear.

“Dear Junkyu, thank you for lending me your shirt. I’ve washed and pressed it so don’t worry, I promise you it wasn’t harmed or soiled in any way! Also, thank you…for accompanying me to my floor the other day. I was glad that we bumped into each other. I hope to talk more with you, and maybe hang out with you more often. Junkyu-aa, let’s be great friends! –Y/n”

Junkyu frowned at the note after reading it. “Silly…you’re making me feel even worse. You were looking forward to being friends with me…and here I am, hurting your feelings,” Junkyu mumbled to himself.

Jihoon and Hyunsuk exchanged glances with each other.

“Hey…what gives, though? Why’d you say all those stuff about y/n though?” Hyunsuk asked.

Junkyu places the note beside himself. He looked down at his fingers and fiddled with it for a while, unsure on how he is going to explain to his hyung about what happened.

“Uhh, Junkyu didn’t mean it though. He doesn’t think y/n is annoying. Right, Junkyu?” Jihoon spoke up, wanting to help his friend.

“Okay, but regardless of how he truly thinks of her—what made him spew out those words earlier? You do know that y/n heard it all, right?”

Junkyu blinked a couple times, and slowly he lifts his head up to look at his hyung in front of him.

“I…” he stopped. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, hyung.”

Hyunsuk lets out a sigh. “I’m not the one who needs to hear the apology, Junkyu. It’s Y/n.”

“I-I know. I just…hyung, I didn’t mean to. I really don’t,” Junkyu said, his voice sounding thin now.

Both Jihoon and Hyunsuk could tell that Junkyu was holding in his tears right now.

Hyunsuk didn’t want to be the one that makes Junkyu cry again, since he was pretty sure Junkyu had cried a handful before he came in—judging on his puffy eyes.

Hyunsuk reached out his hand to pat Junkyu’s knee, “Look, Junkyu. I’m not trying to put you down right now but…you should know, y/n cried because of what you said.” Hyunsuk paused as he noticed both Junkyu and Jihoon’s expressions changed. “And I’ll be honest, watching y/n cry kinda pains me, you know? So if you please—tell me why you’d say all those things if you don’t mean it?”

Jihoon glances at his best friend, giving him a nod.

Junkyu nodded back at Jihoon, realising that this time, he’d have to come clean.

“I…Hyung, I…Look, hyung,” Junkyu tried to speak but he couldn’t really form his sentences correctly because he was starting to feel nervous on what he was about to say.

“Aigoo Junkyu, just tell him.” Jihoon interrupted.

“Alright, alright.” Junkyu sat up straight and looked directly at Hyunsuk. “I was upset…when Yedam said Y/n and Chani looked like a couple.”

Hyunsuk kept quiet. He lifts his finger and scratched his chin before saying, “…and?”

“What do you mean, ‘and’?? I said all those things because I didn’t like how Yedam said y/n was probably dating Chani, hyung,”

“Junkyu, you do realise that that’s absurd right?” Hyunsuk chuckled. “Besides, Yedamie was probably joking,”

Junkyu shook his head profusely. “No, hyung. The rest were also agreeing with him!”

“Hey, hey. Chill it, I didn’t agree with him, you heard me.” Jihoon said, defending himself.

“Hyung…you’d understand why I lashed out. Sure, I was annoyed with Chani but—” Junkyu stopped himself, taking in some air before continuing, “but I might have accidentally lashed out towards Y/n…”

Hyunsuk shook his head and rubbed his forehead.

“I don’t know, Junkyu. I just feel like—”

“How could I not? He was clinging onto her every single day. And I had to watch them, every day, hyung. You would understand. I know you would,”

“Wait…are you saying you’re…jealous of Chani being close with Y/n?”

Junkyu’s eyes were teary again. He felt his face warming up, holding in the frustration that he had been keeping all this while from seeing you spending time with Chani.

“Junkyu, it’s okay, take deep breaths,” Jihoon reminded him.

Junkyu swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked down at his hands again. Is he about to say this? Even when he knows how Hyunsuk feels about you?

“Hyung…I like Y/n,” he said slowly.

Hyunsuk’s eyes widened slightly. “What?”

Jihoon scooted himself further from the both of them, deciding that it’s best if he doesn’t get involve with the discussion any further because it seems like it’s between the both of them now.

Junkyu nodded his head, his eyes still not looking at Hyunsuk.

“I—Junkyu…Are you sure?” Hyunsuk asked him back.

“I am. I like her. I really do,”

Hyunsuk closed his eyes and rubbed them.

Opening his eyes again, he said, “Yah, Kim Junkyu, what were you thinking?? If you like her, why’d you hurt her like that?!”

Junkyu was taken aback at how Hyunsuk was sounding right now.

Is Hyunsuk-hyung mad at him?

“Hyung, listen—” Junkyu began to say.

“If you like someone, you should treat them nicely, Junkyu.” Hyunsuk interrupts him.

Junkyu nodded in agreement, “I know! But hyung—”

“I don’t get why you would make her cry like that! Junkyu, I—” he paused. He shook his head again. “Listen to me, okay? You are going to apologise to y/n, and you’re going to start treating her like a person who really does like her, get it? If you like her, don’t go running around making her confused about it.”

“Hyung…”

“If you don’t watch yourself, you might lose her. I’m telling you, Junkyu, it could happen.”

“Hyung. I can’t…”

Hyunsuk scoffed at this. “Why not? You like her, don’t you? Then let her know about it Junkyu-aa,”

“I can’t! Not when I know you like her too!” Junkyu said louder this time, shocking both Hyunsuk and Jihoon.

Hyunsuk’s eyes widened. He fell silent.

“Why…why do you think I was holding back? I see how you look at her hyung. How you talk about her, how you worry about her. What makes you think none of us would notice it?! I just kept quiet about it because I figured at the time that you deserve her more than I do. I chose to like her just this way. I never chose to let her know about it. But you…you showed her affection.”

Hyunsuk wiped the single tear that flowed down his right cheek.

“And so hyung, I know. I’m not dense. We live in the same dorm for goodness’s sake. I saw how you squealed to yourself when you noticed y/n’s profile picture on the chat app changed that one time too.”

Hyunsuk felt his cheeks burn up. “Y-you saw that?”

Junkyu gave him a look, one of his eyebrows raised. “Please, hyung. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar that time. And you literally squealed ‘Ahh y/n changed her display picture! She looks so cute!!’”

Jihoon lets out a snicker behind Hyunsuk, finding it how funny it sounds when Junkyu tried to imitate Hyunsuk.

Hyunsuk pouts at this. “Yah. You didn’t have to re-enact what I did though. It’s embarrassing enough that you know I like her,”

Junkyu’s lips curled upward slightly, amused by his hyung’s shy behaviour.

“So…what do we do now?” Jihoon asked.

“Well…” Junkyu said, not finishing his sentence.

There was a moment of silence in the room, Hyunsuk looking down at his feet as he tries to think of what to say.

Jihoon watched as both Junkyu and Hyunsuk stared into space, trying to think of a way to not make a mess out of this.

Slowly, Hyunsuk lifts up his head to look at the guy in front of him. He opens his mouth to say, “I think Junkyu should just come clean about how he feels towards y/n. No more pushing her away, no lashing out on her, no more scowling at her whenever someone mentions Chani’s name,”

Junkyu raised both his eyebrows.

“But hyung…does that mean…” Jihoon said.

Hyunsuk chuckled softly, his eyes looking down again for a second.

He thought, that even if he would lose you to someone…it would be better if he lost to Junkyu. Who was he to bluff to himself? He saw how you cried over Junkyu. You looked…heartbroken. Maybe, maybe it’s best to let Junkyu be with you instead…

Hyunsuk got up on his feet and walked towards Junkyu. He places a hand on Junkyu’s shoulder. “Yeah. I’m giving Junkyu the chance to…pursue y/n.”

“Hyung…” Jihoon said, a sad tone in his voice.

“I mean, I may have liked her first but Junkyu may have like her more than I do. I mean look at you! You literally cried over her!” Hyunsuk said as he forced out a laugh.

Junkyu pushed his hyung’s hand off his shoulder, embarrassed by what he said.

“Y-yah! You would cry too if you knew you hurt her like I did!”

“Sure, sure,” Hyunsuk smiled meekly at him. “But you better watch your back, Junkyu. If you hurt her again, I might just swoop in and take her away from you,” he added in a joking tone.

--Nope, he isn’t joking though.

“I get it, I get it. Don’t threaten me that way.”

“Now get up and go apologise to y/n for goodness’s sake,” he urged.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get up now,” Junkyu said as he gets up from his bed.

“And hyung,” Junkyu says, making Hyunsuk turn to him again.

“Thank you.”

Hyunsuk smiles at him and pats his back. “Don’t worry about me,” he was also saying this as a mental note to himself—not to worry too much about what’s happening now.

Junkyu nods his head and walks up towards his door.

Strangely, he remembered Hyunsuk-hyung closing the door when he entered. But the door was opened slightly right now. Junkyu pulled the knob on the door to open it wider, and there stood Yedam with a startled expression on his face.

“Yedam?”

“I uh, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just didn’t want to interrupt you all. Your conversation sounded important so I uh,” Yedam shakes his head realising that his explanation wasn’t important right now. “Okay, no, I didn’t come here for this.”

Junkyu tilts his head slightly.

“Hyung! Y/n left!” he said, a slight hitch to his voice.

“What?!” All the three who were in the room said.

 *

 Treasure Dorm #1 (Living Room)

It had only been a minute or two after Yedam left the living room to go tell the leaders about you leaving but Junghwan was already growing impatient.

What happened? Why did you look so sad? Did someone yell at you? But that was impossible, if someone did yell, he would’ve heard it, no?

Junghwan got up from where he was sitting and decided to just head towards the kitchen. Maybe he’d be able to get the answers to what was going on from there quicker.

 Treasure Dorm #1 (Kitchen)

“Maybe he was just joking…” Yoshi said to Mashiho, who was still stirring the almost-boiling soup with the wooden ladle in his left hand.

Mashiho shrugged at his hyung. “I’m not so sure, either. He just sounded upset, that’s all,”

Doyoung shook his head at the both of them. “He didn’t just sound upset, he looked upset too,”

Yoshi hummed in response, a little confused on how their ever so cheerful Junkyu would lash out like that.

Doyoung grabbed the white bowl he had prepared earlier and approached Mashiho who was already tasting the jjigae by now.

By the time Mashiho turned off the stove in front of him, the three of them heard footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Oh? Junghwan!” Yoshi greeted the maknae who had just entered.

Junghwan smiled a little at his hyungs.

Yoshi was then suddenly reminded of why he had gone to the kitchen in the first place. “Ah! I almost forgot!” He rushed to pick up a clean glass and poured some water into it.

He walked over towards Junghwan and handed the glass over to the maknae, “Junghwan, could you pass this to y/n? I totally forgot about it, I’m so sorry,”

Junghwan received the glass of water in his hands and stared at it for a while.

“Junghwan? Are you okay?” Doyoung asked this time, noticing their youngest brother looking somewhat troubled.

Junghwan lets out a sigh and places the glass of water onto the table in front of him. “Hyung…noona left our house already.”

“What?” Yoshi asked, surprised.

Mashiho and Doyoung looked at each other briefly before turning their attention back to Junghwan.

“Someone…please…tell me what happened. Y/n-noona looked so sad I just—I couldn’t bear watching her like that. She’s never looked that sad before. Never once she looked that sad throughout the time we’ve known her.”

“Junghwan-aa, it’s none of our concern, okay? What happened was between Junkyu-hyung and Y/n, okay?” Doyoung assured the maknae.

Mashiho nods at this. “Yup, we should just give them time to work things out. I don’t think we should meddle with what happened,”

“So…it was something that Junkyu-hyung did?” Junghwan probed.

“No, no. He didn’t do anything to her. He just…said some stuff.”

“Tsk. You guys are sounding like Yedam-hyung now. He wouldn’t tell us what happened too.”

Yoshi approached Junghwan and pats his back. “Now, now. Junghwan-aa don’t worry too much, okay? Of course we’ll tell you what happened.”

“Then tell me!” Junghwan said, his voice raising, making his hyungs startled.

“Junghwan…” Doyoung said.

“What did Junkyu-hyung say to Y/n-noona, hyung??”

All three of the elder members in the kitchen exchanged looks with one another. Should they even tell him what went down?

 *

 (Apartment Block / 16th Floor)

Junghwan rushed out of Hyunsuk-hyung’s dorm, struggling to put on his shoes as he hurried out the door.

His heart was beating fast as his pace quickens through the hallway of the apartment’s corridor.

She couldn’t have gone far, could she?

Junghwan headed towards the path that leads towards the elevators.

As he was slowing down, thinking you might have left for good, he saw a figure not too far at the end of the corridor.

Could that be y/n-noona?

Junghwan decided to run towards the figure to make sure—making him almost trip from his untied shoelaces.

Junghwan looked down at his shoes and grumbled to himself for forgetting to tie the laces up.

He knelt down and hurriedly ties up his laces, his eyes looking up to make sure the figure not leaving the spot not far from him.

“Junkyu-hyung…might have said something that made y/n cry…”, he remembered Mashiho-hyung saying to him earlier, although he looked reluctant in telling Junghwan about it.

Junghwan stood up and proceeds speed-walking towards the figure, and soon enough as he was getting close, he realised it was indeed you.

He stopped in his tracks, realising that you were kneeling on the ground. He could hear the faint sobs coming from you.

“Junkyu-hyung was upset you see, and he kind of…said y/n is annoying,”

“Junghwan! Where are you going?? Come back here!”

“Junghwan-aa! It’s not our business to meddle!”

His hyung’s voices echoed in his ears as he recalled what they said to him. How they reacted when they saw him slamming his palm onto the table and leaving the kitchen in a rush.

“Y/n-noona…is not annoying…” he muttered to himself as his footsteps slowly approached you.

He was really near now. Your back was facing him.

Even from your back, he could tell you were wiping away your tears by now. He heard you take a sharp breath in and releasing it before you slowly got up on your feet.

He realised that you were leaving now.

If he lets you go, would he get to see you again after this? What if you decided to not get close with them anymore? Would he lose you completely then? That’s not possible, right? He felt closest with you, his favourite noona. There’s no way…you would stop talking to him, right?

Junghwan’s thoughts were running around in circles by now. And by the time he noticed you were already stepping forward from your spot, he didn’t think any further before pulling you into his arms from behind.

He hugged your waist, his chin resting above your head. He could smell the faint smell of your strawberry-yogurt shampoo from this angle.

He felt your body stiffened and he realised that he should say something now, just in case you might think of him as a creep harassing her.

“You’re not annoying. You were never annoying. He’s stupid to think of you that way.”

He hugged you tighter now, feeling your sadness seep through his vein now that he could hear your loud heartbeats.

“You…you’re so nice to us. You don’t deserve to be told as annoying at all,” he added, a sad tone emitting from his mouth.

Junghwan felt your body eased into his arms, no longer stiff from the sudden action he did. He felt your hand resting on his, patting him gently now.

“Junghwan…is that you…?” You asked him softly.

Junghwan nods behind you, his chin bopping your head as he does this.

You slowly released yourself from his embrace, turning around to face him.

The both of you were surprised to see each other, noticing how the both of you looked like you were close to crying.

You held Junghwan’s hands in yours and looked at it as you said, “Your hands are so cold. It’s windy nowadays. Why didn’t you put on your hoodie or jacket?”

“Noona…are you thinking of leaving us for good?” He asked back, ignoring your question.

You chuckled softly and sniffled before answering him, “What? What do you mean by that?”

“You’re…you’re not annoying noona! You’re not! You’re the best noona I’ve ever known. Please don’t leave us.”

“Junghwan…I’m not—”

Junghwan interrupts you again, “No. Promise me. Promise you won’t,” he paused as he looks down and you noticed teardrops falling onto the floor.

“Junghwan…”

“I was so happy I met you. Every day you would text me telling me to take care and eat well. And when I have some songs that I started practicing, you would always respond honestly whenever I send you voice notes.” Junghwan shakes his head before continuing, “Everyday—every day I would always tell you what happened at school, what I ate, what I did. You would always check up on me too! How can I—How can I even imagine to lose you and not have you talking to me ever again??”

This time, it was Junghwan who was sobbing.

You felt your eyes tear up again, seeing him cry. You wrapped your arms around his tall figure and hugged him. You rubbed his back gently.

“Junghwan…are you crazy? Why would I ever risk losing what we had? You’re my favourite dongsaeng too. You were the only person who texted me back and forth every single time too, every single day,” you giggled softly as your tears flowed down your cheeks. “Thank you, Junghwan. For being such a great dongsaeng,” you whispered to him.

Junghwan hugged you tightly and sobbed harder. “I love you, noona. I’m so sorry Junkyu-hyung said those things to you. They’re not true, I’m telling you,”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. Even if it’s true, it’s okay,”

You let go of him, making him release you from his arms as well.

You looked up at his face and cooed, “Aigoo. Look at this poor baby. You cried so hard,” you wiped his tears with your hands and he chuckles at your mother-like tone.

“You cried too, noona,” he said as he wiped the stray teardrop on your chin.

You giggled slightly. “Now…I’d like to head home and drink some warm tea.”

Junghwan hurriedly gripped onto your sleeve.

“Hm? What is it?”

“Um…I uh…”

“You wanna come along?” You asked him.

Junghwan nods at you and you smiled softly at him.

“Alright then. Let’s get ourselves warmed up, okay? It’s chilly out here!” You said as started walking towards the elevators, with Junghwan tagging behind you.

 *

 (YGE Building / Monday)

The weekend passed by with a swift. In the sum of those two days, you’ve received endless texts from the Treasure members, most of them checking up on you, some making small chat with you, and you responded to all of them. Well, all…except one.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry…”

Those were the words that you received from Junkyu, and yet you still haven’t replied to it.

Why?

Well, you were obviously still disheartened by the fact that he had called you annoying in front of your friends and yet he had the heart to apologise with such a short text??

What you didn’t know was that Junkyu had numerously convinced his hyungs that he prefers to talk over matters like this face-to-face when they urged him to apologise to you properly. He wasn’t the type to talk about these things through the phone, obviously. This is way too important for him to simply just say over the phone. He told himself that he would find a way to talk to you when Monday comes.

And that day has finally came, today.

You covered your mouth with your hand as you yawned silently, your heels clacking as you walked towards the main meeting room on the 5th floor now.

The tutor sessions have finally ended and now you’re back to working with your Comms Team from your own company, and truthfully, you were glad to see the people from your own company’s team again.

As you stepped into the door, you were greeted with a smile from your Team Leader, Soomin.

Your smile widened when you saw her. Gosh, how much you’ve missed your team leader. Working with her was so much fun compared to you being a mentor, you thought to yourself.

You pulled out a chair from the large meeting table, sitting yourself comfortably as you wait for the rest of the team to arrive.

You heard the chair next to you being pulled.

You turned around and saw Chani sitting himself beside you, a serious look on his face.

You shrugged to yourself, as you realised that this was one of those rare times Chani actually looked focused and serious in his job. It could also be because Bomin was in the meeting room too, though.

You were about to focus back to the front of the room when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hm? What is it, Chani?”

“You look…different today. Did you change something?” he whispered as he leaned in close to you.

“What? No. I mean, I guess I did change my lip colour today—” you said as you turned to face him.

“Nah, it’s not that,” he said. He stared at you for a couple seconds before saying, “Hmm. Your complexion looks different. Are you sick?”

You shook your head. “No, silly. I’m fine,” you giggled slightly.

Chani leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms. “Hmm…but you do look different…”

You rolled your eyes at him and smiled at his paranoia.

“Wait—I got it. Have you been crying?”

Your smile faded immediately.

Seeing how your expression fell when he mentioned this, he knew he was right.

“Heyy, what’s up? What happened? What made you cry this much?” His tone softened.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked him back.

“Well. Your eyes looked kind of puffy, and they were sparkling differently today too,”

You looked away from his eyes, noticing he was scanning your face now. You didn’t want to tell him what happened, especially since you were sure you would start crying all over again.

And to make things worse, you knew you’re still sad from what happened. Not only because he called you annoying, not because he said sorry so casually over text; but because you knew, for sure, that you’re catching feelings for this guy and yet he’s probably tired of seeing you around him and his friends all the time.

You were about to let yourself delve back into the bitter memory of how you and Junkyu spent time talking back then when Bomin’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Alright. Since everyone’s here, shall we start with our agenda for today? Would someone care to recite the minutes from the previous meeting?” Bomin said as he looked around the room.

You took a deep breath and pulled yourself back to focus on the meeting. You have to stay focused today. After all, your job was the only way for you to distract yourself from thinking about him.

 To be continued…

[mayraki]

the empty house

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>>> the troublemakers have max’s place all to themselves for the first time. but they don’t have to worry about getting bored, because their minds already know what they want to do.

warning: smut +18. unprotected sex, don’t be silly wrap your willy! (max is on the pill be smart everybody!!!!)

a/n: this isn’t my favorite thing to write so i apologise if this is bad, but i wanted to give y’all nasty asses what you’ve been asking for for a long time, so have this.

“DAYDREAMING!!!!! Day dreaming into the night!!!!!!!” Max was yelling in the kitchen while waiting for the pasta to be ready. She had her phone on full volume and a spoon as her microphone.

“JJ!!!! You’re cheating!!!” Cody yelled from the living room.

“No I’m not!” Max heard her boyfriend yell back. She walked towards them to find the two of them sitting on the floor with cards all over the floor.

“What are you two doing?”

“Playing UNO, but JJ keeps cheating!”

“You two are sore losers, Cody you’re cheating too.” Max said and Cody opened his mouth offended while JJ looked surprised at him.

“What?! No I’m not!”

“Yes you are, you have cards in your back pocket.” She pointed at his brother and he let out a tiny sigh.

“Ha! You cheater!” JJ yelled. “I win, then.”

“No you don’t.” Max said and both of them looked at her confused. “You also have cards in your boots.”

“Fuck.” He whispered taking the cards off his boot.

“How did you know?” Cody asked getting up while looking surprised at his sister, who had a proud smile on her face.

“C’mon, I’m a pro at cheating. You’ll never catch me.” She said. “Now, come to the kitchen, dinner is ready.”

“Oh, I’m not eating here.” Cody said making Max turn to him.

“What? Why?”

“I’m going to Lucy’s.” He said and Max felt like a bucket full of cold water fell on her body.

“Who’s Lucy?” JJ asked with a grin.

“My girlfriend.” And... another bucket.

“So, you prefer to have Lucy’s dinner and not mine?” Max asked pretending to be hurt. “Got it.”

“Technically is not her dinner, it’s her parents.”

“Having dinner with her parents? It’s getting serious!” JJ said with proud smile and gave Cody a fist bump.

“I don’t know if it is, though.”

“Dude, you’re having dinner with her parents, it is.”

“But you had dinner with our parents before you even started dating.” Cody said and Max looked at JJ, who did the same while nodding.

“Yeah, well- we were just friends back then. He came as a friend.” Max said and Cody let out a tiny laugh.

“Yeah, friends.” He said sarcastically. That tone made JJ and Max stare at each other surprised at Cody, who patted their shoulders and left the room, leaving them with their tongues twisted.

“That little shit.” Max said shookingly once they arrived at the kitchen.

“Well, he’s right.” JJ said and Max never turned so quickly.

“What?”

“We kinda liked each other back then.”

“I know it took us a lot of time to actually realize that we liked each other because we’re dumb with a lot of issues, but- do you think we actually liked each other in that moment?” She was asking while taking the pasta to the plates.

“I don’t know. I cared about you, I thought you were hot and funny. And at one point I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so maybe.” He said without realising he did. As soon as Max turned to him, she had a little grin on her face. “What?”

“You couldn’t stop thinking about me?” She asked softly.

Max knew that, of course she did. They’re together now. But going back to those moments they weren’t and knowing that JJ thought about her, cared and have those thoughts in his mind that involved her, made her had butterflies on her stomach.

“Yeah.” JJ nodded and the moment Max let out a tiny laugh, JJ shook his head. “Don’t.”

“That’s kinda embarrassing, you had a crush on me, you had a crush on me.” She started singing.

“Dude, we’re together now.” JJ said but a laugh escaped his mouth.

“So? You had a crush on me when we were kids, I’m gonna still make fun of you. Otherwise, how am I gonna have fun?” She left the plates on the kitchen table and immediately felt some hands going around her waist and a body against her back.

“Do you want me to answer to that? Because I have one.” He gently kissed her neck and that made her skin shiver, but as soon as the sound of a door closing hit her ears, she turned around to face him and leave her hands around his shoulders.

“You know we can’t here, right?” She asked softly and JJ let out a tiny sigh before nodding. He didn’t say anything, instead he dropped his head on her chest to leave little kisses on her bare chest. She bit her lower lip because of the good sensation, trying to control every one of her new wild emotions. “You suck.” Max said in a whisper, making JJ let out a smile against her chest.

“Do you guys have to do this here?” Max heard Fred ask once he walked into the kitchen with a disgusted expression. JJ quickly let go of Max and turned around embarrassed of his prior actions and the fact that her big brother just saw them. Max bit his lower lip trying to not laugh at JJ and his nervous movements. “JJ, I don’t want to kick your ass, so please, don’t make me see how you put your hands all over my little sister.” Fred said giving a sip to his glass of water.

Max rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, because you know how to kick someone’s ass.”

“I did kick yours once.” Fred said proudly. That made JJ turned to Max surprised and for her to opened her mouth offended.

“I was four! But then I turned 5 and that was the last time you kicked my ass because I started to kick yours.”

Fred let out a tiny laugh while shaking his head, but instead of following Max’s conversation, he left the glass of water on the skin and said “I’m going out tonight.”

“What? Cody is going out too.” Max said and like a calling spell, Cody appeared on the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m going to Lucy’s.”

“Traitor.” Max said and took off her tongue at him, who just did the same and then continued talking.

“Have you heard about mom and dad?” He asked looking at Fred.

“Yeah, mom’s test are all in order so they will come back tomorrow morning.” Fred responded. “So you two better be here when they come.” He said at his two little siblings, but more to Max since he stared at her longer.

“I will! You’re the one who’s going out- wait, Fred is going out and Cody is going out too, am I turning into the grandma sibling?” JJ let out a tiny laugh and she turned to him, which made them both realize at the same time, they had the house to themselves. They both tried to hide their grins and excited smiles since both of Max’s brothers were still in the room.

“Alright, I don’t want to be late, so I’m leaving now.” Cody said turning around followed by Fred.

“You two behave, please.” Fred said with his firm tone.

“Don’t worry, we will.” Max said but she knew her brother didn’t believe her at all, but instead of saying anything, he turned around and left the house with Cody by his side.

“So..” Max said once she heard the door closing.

“So..” JJ repeated getting closer to Max.

“My parents won’t come until tomorrow morning, Fred and Cody are out of the house-that means the house is empty.” Max pointed out while JJ was slowing nodding. “And the food is cold, it’s going to take a while before it’s hot again.”

“That means we have some time to kill.” JJ said wrapping his arms around Max and pulling her closer to his body. They both immediately felt the heat going to their skin, JJ’s fingers were tracing her back slowly while her hands were behind his neck, pulling his face even closer.

“Yes it does.” She said softly when a little smile escaped her lips. Without waiting another second, JJ closed the little space between them and kissed her lips with some strength. He wanted to feel her like he never did before, the taste on her lips had a little bit of cherry because of her chapstick and he loved that. The kiss was slow but had so much hotness in it that it didn’t took them much longer to get quicker with it. JJ slipped his tongue inside of her mouth and with his hand, grabbed her waist to pull her closer against his body.

Max felt his hot body on hers but she wanted more, so with slow hands while his lips were still on her, she traced with her fingers his stomach until she reached his pants. She broke the kiss to give him a smile and see the desire on his eyes. He definitely wanted her, there was no doubt on that. JJ was waiting for Max’s hand to go inside his pants since her hand was right there, but instead, Max kept going down outside of it, making slow circles with her index finger against his crotch area. “You’re such a tease.” JJ said in a whisper against her lips. She let out a grin and bit her lower lip, enjoying the fact that she had him on the palm of her hand.

With quick moves, JJ grabbed her thighs to lift her up and for her to wrap her legs around his waist. Pulling for another kiss, Max grabbed the back of his neck while JJ was confidently walking towards Max’s room. He had it memorised, so the walk came easy for him. Seconds later, Max’s room door was closed and JJ was sitting down on the bed while Max was in front of him, looking him up and down.

“Let me see that beautiful body of yours.” He said softly caressing her thigh. She let out a smile and gave JJ a kiss, she gently bit his lower lip before pulling away and slowly taking her shirt off by grabbing it from the bottom with her two hands.

“Now it’s your turn.” She said dropping her shirt on the floor. Her bare chest was now on his sight so he couldn’t take his eyes away from them, she let out a tiny grin noticing how mesmerised he was, even if he had seen them multiple times already.

“What if want you to take all of your clothes first this time?” He said letting his back rest on the bed while his hands were holding the back of his head. Max stayed in silence biting her lower lip. She wanted to give him what he wanted, but not just yet. She climbed into the bed and left her legs between his waist. She took his hand and made it grab her thigh, JJ didn’t know what Max was doing or where she wanted to get, but he was into it. Once he made the grip on her thigh stronger, she let out a smile and got closer to his face to leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Beg me to take my clothes off.” She said in a whisper against his lips. He let out a grin understanding what she was doing, but before he could say anything else Max started to move against his pants. She was slowly riding him to get him on her game. The way she moving on top of his covered dick made him let out a tiny moan, which lead to Max smiling and make the movement even more slowly and more strongly against his dick.

“Take off your clothes.” He said almost in a whisper trying to keep his firm tone on his voice, but the way she was riding on him with no shirt on, made his body tense against the bed and for him to fall for her touch.

“What was that?” She asked dropping her body even more into his, which lead to him letting out another moan. She felt a bulge growing against her short and that made her let out a long breath, enjoying it and a proud smile escaped her lips.

“Please.” He begged this time but Max wasn’t listening, she wanted more from him. Noticing that she wasn’t doing it, he sat down on the bed grabbing the back of her waist with his two hands, now it was him who was doing the movements with her body. “Please, take off your clothes so I can fuck you right now.” He said and that made Max let out a grin while her hands were going to her short to undo her buttons. With quick hands, JJ wrapped his arm around her waist and left a hand on the bed to pull her up and leave her back against the bed, to finally be on top of her and to remove her clothes once and for all.

Once her short was off her body JJ let out a grin and got closer with his face to her stomach to leave little kisses on it. Teasing her a little bit, he went down to her underwear and with his thumb started to caress it up and down. She let out a loud breath and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of it. Her body was starting to get hot against the bed, she opened her legs wider to leave more space for JJ. He layed on his chest while he was leaving slow kisses on her underwear, he looked up with his eyes to watch her face relax under his touch. He went back down and grabbed her underwear but stayed still to look at her once again. “Do you want this?” He asked so softly that Max felt his breath against her skin. She nodded biting her lower lip and that made JJ let out a grin, proud of the way he was making her feel. Once her underwear was off, he took his tongue towards her and started moving it in a circle on her clit, she arched her back because of the sudden feeling on her lower stomach. She started to feel the pleasure on her skin as JJ was moving his tongue up and down, side to side against her clit. He started to go slow once again to let her regain clontrol on her breathing but then continued moving the speed from slower to faster. It didn’t took long before Max started to feel the heat around her clit and her legs to close up and end up closer to JJ’s head. The pleasure she was feeling was so strongly that she grabbed his hair with strength once she let out a tiny moan when his speed got even faster. “Don’t stop, please.” She said almost in a whisper. JJ took a deep breath agains her skin to finish her off and give her the first orgasm of the night.

Feeling how JJ was making her finish, she grabbed her thigh and hold it with strength once the pleasure around her clit became even more stronger. She closed her legs even more feeling the palpitation get faster. “I’m coming JJ.” She said fast and it was followed by a loud moan. Once it was over, she let her back rest on the bed while her heavy breathing was the only sound on the room. While JJ was going closer to her face, he left a gentle kiss on her stomach before arriving to her lips to leave another kiss on them. She closed her eyes for a second but then when she opened them again, she grabbed his cheek and pulled him closer.

“I’m guessing you liked that.” JJ said and that made Max let out a tiny laugh.

“It’s your time to get your clothes off.” Max said in a firm time once her breathing was almost back to normal as well as her heart. JJ let out a tiny smile and sat down on the bed to get rid of his clothes. Max stared at him, enjoying the view of her boyfriend getting naked in front of her leaving on her sight his fit body. Finally, he got rid of his underwear and that made Max look down to see his boner. “Having fun?” She asked looking back at him which made JJ let out a laugh while shaking his head, before going back to be on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him even closer to her, she felt his dick moving against her lips before entering her body. She let out a tiny moan as he was slowing thrusting into her. Once fully inside, he let out a moan and left his head next to her neck while his arms were under her head, making his elbows hold his body on top of her.

He started moving slowly inside of her making them let out tiny moans. The sounds that were coming out of her mouths were the only noises on the room, making their bodies feel more hot and the pleasure to become more stronger. Max started to feel her walls palpitating against his dick while he was moving more faster. He started to go in and out of her once the speed became faster than before, the way he was hitting her skin started to make noise on the room. He made the thrust more deeper each time, making her moan louder and grab his arms with strength, trying to keep her body still under his.

His body was asking for more so he speeded the movement inside of her, making their bodies shake at the pleasure and the room to get filled with their moans. He started to moan against her ear, making her shiver at the noise that was entering her head. Max noticed his body getting weaker on top of her so she gently bit his ear and let out heavy breath against his skin, knowing how much he liked that. “Are you about to come baby?” She asked softly against his ear. He started to moan making his movements as fast as he body was letting him. Max closed her eyes with strength felling her palpitations getting faster and faster as the seconds were passing. “Finish for me, JJ.” She said with a shaky voice getting her nails into his back, as she was feeling the orgasm coming through. JJ was feeling it too, as his dick was coming in and out of her, his body started to shake a little bit against hers and when it came, he let out a loud moan and left his body rest on her while he was still inside of her.

“Fuck.” He said with his heavy breathing and his chest going quickly up and down. He slowly got out of her to drop his body next to hers. He turned to her to see her eyes closed as she was trying to relax and bring her breathing back to normal. He got closer to her face to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Max opened her eyes and let out a tiny smile, she grabbed his cheek to give him a kiss on the lips and then go back to relax on the bed.

“You don’t look so bad.” She grabbed his hair and let her fingers go through it. Then, with her index finger, she grabbed his necklace to pull him closer and whisper against his lips. “You know what?” Max asked and JJ nodded, waiting for her answer. “I really want that pasta right now.” She said, making him let out a tiny laugh and letting her know he agreed with her by leaving another kiss on her lips.

>>> darling, you’re the only one that makes me see starts in my ceiling. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you make me yours tonight.

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[morganaspendragonss]

holding our breath (again)

in which carlos is at the minefield call, like he deserved to be.

title from the projectionist by sleeping at last

ao3 | 1.9k | 2.06 spoilers

They’re late arriving to the scene, the rescue already well underway when Carlos pulls up. His heart sinks when he sees the large 126 emblazoned on the side of the firetruck; normally, he loves getting on calls with them, but an active minefield is the last place he wants to find his danger-magnet boyfriend. His only consolation is that TK should be hanging back with the rest of the team, but that doesn’t stop the fear, which, at this point, is just a given.

Only, he can’t find TK anywhere, and Carlos barely listens to the sheriff briefing them, his need to make sure TK’s safe winning out. He and Owen are the only ones missing, including the paramedics, and Carlos - well, Carlos knows what that means. But he refuses to think it, even if he’s only buying himself a few more seconds of relief.

He heads over to the rest of the 126, pointedly not looking at the minefield as he approaches. Paul greets him with a tight nod, then goes back to staring outwards.

Carlos leans in. “Who’s out there?” he murmurs, though he knows, deep down, that it doesn’t need asking.

Someone needs help, and TK’s nowhere to be seen. It’s an easy conclusion.

Paul’s mouth twists into a sympathetic grimace. “Who do you think?”

Carlos squeezes his eyes shut, feels a hand gripping his shoulder. He takes a couple of steadying breaths, then finally - finally - forces himself to look.

He’s just in time to see TK take another leap, and his breath catches in his throat as he watches TK stumble, hand landing perilously close to the edge of the circle. Carlos had thought there’d be nothing worse than watching the man he loves run into burning buildings, but this… This is some kind of torture, the knowledge that TK’s safety - his life - rests almost entirely on pure luck.

“Why’s TK even out there?” he asks, turning his body towards Paul though his eyes remain locked on his boyfriend. It’s a distraction, of a kind, to stop his mind from barrelling down all the worst case scenarios. “Shouldn’t it be a paramedic with Captain Strand?”

“He is one,” Paul answers. “Dual function medic in New York, apparently. Must have kept his certifications up to date since coming out here. Nancy’s out on medical leave after one of the trial medics ran the ambulance over her foot, and Mr Perfect Record over there chickened out. Captain Vega was going to go but then TK, uh.” Paul stops, clearing his throat nervously, and Carlos feels his own heart rate tick up even as he realises with some relief that TK and Owen are almost at the two boys. When Paul speaks again, his voice is quieter, speeding through the words as if he doesn’t want Carlos to hear them. “He volunteered.”

“He what?” And Carlos does look over then, turning to gape at Paul, which is of course when it happens.

One of the mines goes off.

TK’s name rips out of his mouth as he takes an unconscious step forward, though he’s blocked from going further by a hand on his arm yanking him backwards. Carlos lets himself be manhandled, his mind feeling separate from his body as they wait for the smoke to clear. 

He can just about see TK crouching on the edge of the blast, an arm flung protectively over his head, which at least means he’s alive. He could still be hurt, though, could still be bleeding out, and Carlos has never felt more helpless.

“Breathe, Reyes,” Judd reminds him, leaning close to his ear, and Carlos manages a tight nod even as he feels his chest seize with anxiety. He clenches his hands into fists to stop the shaking, looking over at Captain Vega, praying for a sign that they’re okay.

Then, “Still in one piece,” Owen reports over the radio, and Carlos’s entire body sags. The rest of the team are wearing similarly relieved expressions, exchanging glances and nervous head shakes. Carlos allows himself a moment to breathe before turning back to the scene, his heart in his throat as TK takes the final few steps towards the two boys. 

The rest of the call passes in a blur, Carlos feeling like he’s underwater as he tries to force his body to come down from the anxiety still thrumming through his veins. Pride bursts in his chest when TK saves the boy, but the arrival of the bomb squad sets him on edge again, desperate as he is for TK to be back on safe ground. 

He needs to see he’s okay with his own two eyes, and it’s only the team’s grounding presence at his side that stops him from completely losing it.

It’s an agonising wait, the minutes dragging out painfully, but then -

Then, TK’s walking toward them, an exhausted grin lighting up his face. Carlos stands back as he’s immediately mobbed by the rest of the 126, but their eyes meet over the top of Marjan’s head, and Carlos sees his own relief mirrored back at him. As much as TK can be reckless and as much as he seems to gravitate towards danger, Carlos knows he often gets just as scared as he does, especially now they have this. Especially now that they both have so much to lose.

Judd is the first to step away, following the line of TK’s gaze until he spots Carlos. “Hey, come on now, y’all,” he says gruffly to the others. “Let’s give the kid some space, we ain’t the only ones here for him.”

He punctuates it with a tug on Mateo’s arm, and they all begin to disperse. Judd cocks an eyebrow at him as he walks past.

“What are you waiting for? He’s all yours.”

Carlos nods gratefully, then turns his full attention over to TK, quickly closing the short distance between them to crush him in a hug. TK staggers a little under the force of it, but soon enough he’s hugging back just as tightly, hands fisted in the back of Carlos’s jacket. Carlos drops his head to TK’s shoulder, closing his eyes. 

He’s okay, he realises. This is real. 

TK smiles at him when they separate, though neither of them move too far away. Carlos keeps a hand wrapped around TK’s wrist, his thumb resting on his pulse point. 

“Hi,” TK says.

“Are you okay?” Carlos demands, forgoing any greeting. TK laughs, a little taken aback, but Carlos just… He needs to know. He needs to hear it.

“I’m good,” TK promises. “I swear.”

Carlos nods, breaking eye contact to stare at the field, at the crater that could have ended TK’s life. TK must notice, as he’s suddenly in Carlos’s space again, a gentle hand turning his head towards him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, frowning, and Carlos could laugh.

“Am I? Am I?” He’s aware his voice is bordering on hysterical, but he doesn’t care anymore. He breathes out shakily, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “I’m not the one who just volunteered to walk onto an active fucking minefield, TK!”

He sucks in a breath, clamping his jaw shut before he can say anything else. Carlos can feel the eyes on them and he flushes, staring down at his shoes, trying to blink away the sudden tears. He hadn’t meant to yell, but it had all just been too much all at once, the relief and panic and worry and frustration mixing up inside of him and coming out all wrong.

He shakes his head, preparing to excuse himself, when TK’s arm twists in his grasp, linking their fingers. 

“Come on,” he murmurs, and Carlos lets himself be pulled away somewhere more private. The 126 do a good job of appearing busy as they pass, but Carlos knows they’ll be more curious than they’re letting on, and he burns with shame all over again. TK leads him around the back of the truck, pushing Carlos down on the step and sitting down next to him, their joined hands resting on his thigh.

“I’m sorry -” Carlos starts, but TK cuts him off.

“Don’t finish that sentence,” he says. “You don’t need to apologise for anything. God knows if I’d been where you are, I… I don’t know what I would have done.”

Carlos nods. “It was just… When I saw you out there - when the bomb went off - it was the scariest moment of my life, Ty. And then I find out you volunteered? I mean… Why did you?”

“I had to,” TK says, squeezing his hand. “We were just standing around, arguing over who would go, and that kid didn’t have time to wait for us. I knew I could do it, so I said I would. Is that - Are you mad?”

“Mad?” Carlos looks up, meeting TK’s eyes, and his heart hurts at the worry in them. “Of course I’m not mad. I was worried, and I’m still not convinced you’re not trying to give me a heart attack, but mostly I’m just glad you’re safe. It came out all wrong back there, I’m so -”

TK cuts him off with a kiss, and Carlos all but melts into it, eyes fluttering closed. He rests their foreheads together when they separate, smiling softly.

“I’m so proud of you, you know?” he murmurs.

TK hums. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Carlos pulls away, bumping their shoulders together. “You were amazing out there.”

TK grins, looking down at the ground. “It was pretty cool,” he admits. “Kind of makes me wonder if -”

A loud bang on the side of the truck makes both of them jump. Marjan’s standing there, a smirk on her lips as she looks between the two of them.

“We’re rolling out soon,” she says. “Cap wants you to get checked out by Vega before we leave, so you’d better wrap this up, loverboy.”

TK opens his mouth to argue, but Marjan holds a finger up. “Don’t even bother. Cap’s already been checked over himself, so get your ass over there.”

She leaves with a warning glance, and TK looks apologetically at Carlos as they stand.

“Sorry,” he offers, but Carlos shakes his head.

“No, I get it,” he says. “Just, what were you saying?”

TK bites his lip, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh. I’m not sure. I’ll see you at home?”

Carlos nods, frowning, but before he can get another word in, TK’s kissing him goodbye and leaving, Carlos’s hand trailing after him until he’s forced to let go. A smile plays at his lips as he watches TK interact with the team, but all too soon he’s being called away himself, and he leaves with a quick backward glance.

“You okay?” his partner asks as he slumps into the passenger seat.

He heaves out a sigh. “Yeah. I’m good.”

She raises a dubious eyebrow, but doesn’t comment, starting the ignition. “Buckle up, then,” she says. “I want to get out of here before the firefighters; I hate getting stuck behind their truck.”

Carlos laughs. “Better step on it. They’re all getting in.”

She curses and complies, the car lurching forward as she speeds out of the field. Carlos watches it shrink in the rear view mirror, the remaining heaviness in his heart slowly fading as the scene disappears from sight. He could have lost so much today, but he knows that that’s always going to be a fear for as long as he’s with TK.

Which will be for a very long time indeed, if Carlos has anything to say about it.

[jae-daddy]

Blind

jaebum!dickhead 

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pairing: jaebum x reader genre: angst plot: you overhear your boyfriend Jaebum and his friends talking rudely about you.  a/n: this was written a long time ago lol. I thought I’d post it instead of deleting it. not edited. hope y’all like it

“Dude, I can’t believe she followed you here,” you heard Yugyeom, as you neared the pool table the boys were surrounding.

Your eyes easily found Jaebum, as he leaned forward to take a shot. His black leather jacket stretching over his broad shoulders, his hair styled in a perfectly messy way. Even with his back towards you, you still felt butterflies flutter in your tummy as you thought of the way he looked tonight.

You thought back to the car ride. His hand on your thigh, inching higher until it slipped under your short skirt. He loved it when you wore short skirts and tight tops. It drove him crazy, he could never keep his hands off you. 

Just as he had struggled to keep himself from parking his car at some random place and fuck you before you reached the party. You remember his throaty growl as he ripped his hand away from tracing your panty and to the steering wheel. 

His jaw tight as his clenched the wheel, his knuckles turning white. 

“I won’t be able to stop if I start baby,” he looked over at you, his eyes dark and filled with promise. You wanted him to do it, you didn’t care about this party. 

But Jaebum did. 

It was his friend’s party, and as a part of the popular kids troupe, he needed to show up. 

“She didn’t follow him, she just misunderstood,” Youngjae clarified, his voice teasing. “Right, Jaebum?”

You stopped in your tracks, feeling your stomach drop.

“You really need to learn to draw boundaries with her bro,” Jackson told Jaebum as he missed a shot. You saw Jaebum grimace at the missed shot, before looking up to meet Jackson’s eyes. When he didn’t say anything, Jackson sighed, “She can’t keep following you-”

“Y/n is not following me,” Jaebum cut him off. You let go of the breath you were holding in, the tight line your lips were drawn into relaxed slightly.

“Was she invited?” Nate asked, shooting Jaebum a knowing smirk.

“No,” Jaebum sighed.

“Did you invite her?”

“Well, no.”

You felt like you were about to vomit. 

“Y/n is always clinging to your side,” Nick told him, before taking a sip of his beer. “You are never free to do anything. You are always with her, it’s like y’all are in a relationship.

“If you were hitting that, then I’d support you, bro,” Yugyeom mumbled, shrugging.

“Yeah right,” Nate snorted. “like anyone would hit that.”

You watched Jaebum, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t. He just stared at Nate, with a grimace barely noticable.

“Dude, be honest,” Nate smiled at Jaebum, “would you hit that?”

When Jaebum didn’t reply, Nate’s smile grew bigger, “Has she tried hooking up with you?”

You felt sick.

Your mind instantly went to that night when you had kissed Jaebum. The night that had started it all. You were at a party just like this, and somehow you both ended up in the same bedroom hiding away. 

You were waiting for your friend to finish hooking up and were tired to creeps so you hid the room. Jaebum stumbled in a few minutes later. 

You were scared at first, thinking it was a drunk boy. You were terrified because the music was so loud you weren’t sure if anyone would be able to hear you if you had screamed for help.

But your panic turned into interest as you saw the staggering figure straighten as they closed the door. You watched Jaebum fall onto the bed and let out an exhausted sigh. You saw him pull out his phone, dialling someone as he pinched his nose, “Hello, 911?” 

Jaebum wouldn’t let you out of his sight after he spotted you. You knew too much. You had the power to ruin his popularity. So you ended up spending the whole night with Jaebum, talking about random things. 

By the end of the night, you realised there was more to him then the superficial bad boy act he puts up. You couldn’t help yourself but kiss him before you had to leave. 

it felt like a final goodbye. You knew that after that night ended, you would never get the chance again. So you took the chance, you kissed him. 

And, he kissed you back. 

He had pulled you in, bringing you to his lap. He had stopped you two before things got too heated. And then, he snuck into your bedroom for more late night conversations. 

Jaebum had asked you to be his girlfriend a month ago. A month had passed and no one knew that you and Jaebum were together. People thought it was a unlikely pair, but it was friendship at most. 

“No way!” Yugyeom gasped, “For real? What happened?”

Jaebum just shook his head. You could see the smug smile on his face, and it hurt your heart.

Just an hour ago, he was holding back from railing you in the backseat of his car. 

You snapped out of your thoughts as you watched Jaebum move around the table. You watched his face as he spoke. 

“I told her I was coming here tonight, and she kind of just tagged along,” Jaebum sighed, ignoring the comments. He scratched the back of his head nervously, as he studied the guys staring at him. The other boys looked at him with knowing looks as they shook their heads. “I know I should’ve clarified, but I feel bad for her.”

You were actually going to be sick. You dug your nails into your palms, biting your lip tightly to stop yourself from crying in the middle of the party. You knew you should walk away, but you wanted to hear it. Even as it hurt your heart.

Even if it felt like Jaebum sunk his claws into your chest and wrenched your heart out. You wanted to hear what your boyfriend had to say about you.

There was Im Jaebum, your boy friend, standing in a group with his friends, talking about how he felt bad for you.

You felt your heart sink, and your stomach churn, as you heard him continue.

“She's been through a lot. None of her friends talk to her anymore, I can’t just tell her to buzz off,” Jaebum explained, his voice coated with desperation wanting his friends to understand, to agree with his justification. “And it’s not too bad. She’s here doing her thing, and I’m doing mine.”

“Bro,” Yugyeom gave him a dry look, snorting at Jaebum, “how can you be doing your thing when you can’t even hook up with other girls because you have to take her home?”

“I don’t need to-”

“Sara is here,” Youngjae smirked at Jaebum. You saw Jaebum freeze at her name. He had said her name a few times to you before, “She asked about you.”

“Bro!” Yugyeom gaped at Jaebum who still hadn’t found it in himself to start moving again. “Sara!”

Finally, Jaebum leaned against the table. His hands grabbing the edge, as his shoulders fell with his head as he sighed, “Fuck.”

“You could be hooking up with Sara but you’re stuck babysitting,” Youngjae laughed.

“Hey, but she looked kind of all right tonight,” Nate shrugged. “That little crop top of hers really shows those,” he held up his hands in front of him gesturing to your boobs. “I mean, I would pity fuck that. Give her the gift of knowing a good time.”

Your feet began moving backwards as you started moving away from the group. You couldn’t hear anymore. You can’t stand there and watch as your boyfriend acted like you didn’t matter to him. You can’t stand there, listen and pretend that what they said didn’t hurt you, that it didn’t hurt you that Im Jaebum might have never loved you at all. 

You bumped into someone, and you turned around apologising.

You didn’t want to hear what else they had to say. You didn’t want to see how else Jaebum would let them talk about you. You didn’t want to find out how Jaebum thought of you.

“Shit, sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaking. You lifted your gaze to find soft brown ones looking at you with sympathy. His hands gently rested on your shoulders as he steadied your stumbling feet.

“It’s okay,” Mark said, softly. He was part of their group. If he wasn’t behind you, he would probably be standing next to Jackson, laughing along with them. You didn’t want his sympathy. 

You didn’t want anything from him. 

Your eyes began burning as his eyes drifted behind to the group of boys laughing, before settling back on you.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked. You brushed his hands off your shoulders and took a step back.

You didn’t meet his eyes as you nodded, unable to speak.

You walked around him, and headed straight for the door. You didn't look back at Jaebum or stop until you were outside the house. 

Even then, you kept walking down the street, your feet picking up speed as you tried running away from the loud noises in your head.

You felt sick, you felt tired.

Your heart broke into a tiny million pieces as their words kept replying in your mind. But that’s not what broke you.

The thing that hurt you the most was Jaebum. He didn’t do anything, he didn’t say anything. He just let them, he laughed with them, he agreed with them.

You stopped when your lungs started to burn, and you couldn't go any further. 

You called for an Uber and waited on the side of the road. You stared at your phone, waiting for Jaebum to notice you were missing. 

You wanted him to text you, to call you. You wanted him worry about you, to show any proof that he did like you back. Even a silver of how much you loved him, you wanted even the slightest of his love back. 

It was all you needed to help you stay together and not fall apart. 

You stared at the screen as the Uber pulled up. You stared at it all through the ride. You didn’t look up as you thanked the driver. 

You locked the door as you entered your house. You stared at the phone, biting your lips. 

You shouldn’t send him anything. He hadn’t even noticed. 

But then, against your better judgement, you decided to send it, ‘I’m home.’

You changed and got into your bed, covering yourself with your blankets. 

You didn’t shower. You were too tired to shower. You were too tired to do anything. You were too tired to even close your eyes and pretend to go to sleep. 

You knew sleep wasn’t going to come easily tonight. Not when you kept on thinking about the smile on Jaebum’s face as he listened to his friends talk about you. Not when you remembered the way his shoulders and head slummed with defeat when he found out Sara had asked about him. 

There was no way sleep was coming easy to you when all you wanted to do was cry.

You didn’t cry though.

You tried not to cry, you tried to hold back the tears, at first. But then, you couldn’t stop them. The tears silently rolled down your face, as you lay on your side.

You felt the pillow get wet, but you ignored it as you blankly stared at the wall instead. Your hands desperately clenched the blanket, as you tried to calm yourself down, before you began uncontrollably sobbing. 

Jaebum’s reply came a few minutes later. ‘What?’

‘Are you alright?’

‘Are you sleeping?’

‘Should I come over?’

After five minutes, your phone rang.

You saw Jaebum’s name on the phone. 

Your chest ached seeing his name on the phone. You wanted to pick it up. 

But, you ignored it and turned the phone over as you slipped it under your pillow.

It rang again, and again. Three more times, before you picked it up.

“What the fuck?!” He gnarled into the phone, you could hear the wind rushing past him. It sounded like he was speeding somewhere. 

You didn’t say anything, just waited for him to continue.

“Are you okay? Why did you leave early?”

“I’m okay,” you rasped, your voice hurting your throat. “I don’t feel well. I’m going to sleep.”

“You sound horrible,” Jaebum replied softly, the panic in his voice subsiding. The softness in his voice made new tears escape down your face. You moved away from the phone and wiped your tears.“Do you want me to come over, babe?”

You hated it. 

You hated how your heart trembled when he called your baby. 

“No,” you rasped, your lower lip trembling as you held back a sob, “I just need to be alone.”

You sniffled your nose as you swallowed, your vision blurring.

Jaebum remained quiet for a moment, the wind rushing past slowing down now, “Okay, take care. Call me tomorrow, okay, babe?”

“Goodbye, Jaebum,” was all you said before ending the call.

You didn't hold it back anymore.

Your body curled into a ball, as it began shaking furiously as sobs raked through you.

Your hand clasped over your mouth as you sobbed into the dark night.

Your heart, broken and bleeding by the one boy you had trusted.

[jaembby]

Lesson learned

pairing: nct dream x f reader

genre: fluff, angst (kinda but not really- its basically y/n having a breakdown that’s it), somewhat a roommates au

word count: 1.8k

requested: yes! request:  scenario where they try to prank you ignoring you like they're upset, but you had a really bad day and just breaks down in front of them (nct dream)

warnings: there’s really none unless you count possible grammar mistakes and shitty writing. also I only got to proof reading the first part so the second half probably has some mistakes but let’s just ignore them for now :)

a/n: thank you again for the request @nctvroomts! if anyone wants to request anything, send it in!

also, I hit 60 followers while writing this!! (i’m at 63 now) Thank you all so much!! I can’t believe there are actually over 60 people who read my writing y’all i- <3 <3 <3

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You couldn’t take it anymore and let a small salty tear slide down your cheek as you turned and ran to your room.

Sneaky smiles quickly turned to looks of instant regret as the boys realized; they’d messed up.

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The second you entered into your shared flat, you knew something wasn’t right.

There are four of you who live in the flat but it feels more like eight. Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun lived with you but their friend group - who you had now become a part of - called “the dreamies” were always over. Your home was like a second home to Mark, Haechan, Chenle and Jisung aka the other half of the dreamies.

Every single day, without fail, you would come home to the group of overly affectionate boys bombarding you with hugs and questions about your day and stories about theirs. Today, however, was different.

You walked into the door only to be greeted with silence. Most of the boys were sitting and playing video games on the couches of your shared living room while Jaemin and Jeno were taking fresh muffins out of the oven for everyone. Not a single head had turned your way upon your arrival. Not a single greeting of “hi” or “how was your day?”. Not one person moved from where they were stationed nor paid any attention to you whatsoever. Did you do something? Do they suddenly not like you?

“Hello? Are any of you alive?” you called out but didn’t get a response.

You weren’t in the mood for this shit today. You’d had an argument with a co-worker which ended up with nearly everyone in the workplace turning against you for absolutely no reason then received hateful messages because of false rumours spread about you. Because of this, your boss had even threatened that “you’ll be fired if this rubbish continues” and “we can’t have someone like you causing trouble among our staff and bringing the company’s reputation down”! It wasn’t even your fault! But of course, no one listened to you.

“Did I do something? Am I a ghost?” you asked the boys but, once again, received no response. You looked over to where the dreamies sat on the couches eating their muffins which just so happened to be your favourite flavour. It also just so happened that there were none made for you.

“Hello? Please don’t ignore me, guys,” you said as you set your things down on a table, trying not to let them get the better of you.

You looked forward to coming home to the dreamies because they’re your best friends! They always managed to make you feel better and today, you really needed it.

“Did you guys hear anything?” Haechan asked the rest of the group. They all responded with a chorus of no’s and nope’s and that’s when you let go.

Well done. Whatever you boys hoped to achieve, I hope you’re happy, you thought as you felt isolated and alone. The day that you thought couldn’t have gotten any worse just did and it was too much for you.

You couldn’t take it anymore and let a small salty tear slide down your cheek as you turned and ran to your room.

Sneaky smiles quickly turned to looks of instant regret as the boys realized; they’d messed up.

You didn’t spare a glance back at the group of 7 boys downstairs as you slammed the door and flopped onto your bed before letting the tears fall. All of the pent-up anger, frustration and sadness from today’s events came crashing down like a tidal wave as you struggled to control your breathing.

Downstairs, the guys had started to panic.

“Haechan, this is all your fault for suggesting to prank y/n!” Renjun shouted.

“Me? You all agreed to it!” Haechan replied.

Soon enough, almost all of the dreamies were arguing over whose fault it was, a series of “you did this” and “you said that” was all that could be heard with each boy trying to get his say.

“Shut up! All of you!” Mark yelled, bringing an abrupt halt to the arguments.

“Thank you. Now, stop blaming each other. We all agreed to prank y/n and all came up with the plan together. Obviously, we’ve upset her because we’re all stupid and selfish so now we’ve got to work out how to fix this mess.”

“This is why Mark is our unofficial leader,” Haechan stated as Mark blushed. “now does anyone have any ideas on how to fix this mess that we all made?” He continued.

“Jeno and I made extra muffins that we were going to give to y/n after,” Jaemin said in a small voice.

“I feel so bad,” Jisung said as he suddenly found the ground very interesting.

“Me too”

“Me three”

“Same”

“I think we all do”

“Yeah”

“Yep”

“Alright, here’s the plan...” Mark said as he revealed what the group of boys were to do in order to apologize and fix their mistakes.

7 out of the 8 dreamies (you being the odd one out) were sitting in a circle and thinking of ways to make you feel better.

“I can go talk to her... see how she is?” Jisung suggested.

“That’s probably a good idea, ‘sungie, seeing as she doesn’t often get mad at you. While Jisung’s up there, Jaemin and Jeno, I want you guys to get the rest of the muffins out and put them on a plate and 9 glasses and a bottle of y/n’s favourite juice. Renjun and Haechan, help me set up a pillow fort and Chenle, pick out a few movies that y/n might like. Is everyone okay with that?” Mark said, his authoritative side showing once again. When everyone nodded in response, it was time to start.

Jisung walked quietly up the stairs towards your room but stopped a few feet away when he heard your uneven breathing and quiet sniffles being muffled by pillows. He quickly made a detour to the bathroom where he got a glass of water for you and a box of tissues and set out for your room once more.

“y/n?” Jisung asked hesitantly.

“what do you want?” You questioned, angry that the dreamies were ignoring you up until now.

“It’s Jisung, can I come in?”

“Oh, come in ‘sung.”

Jisung made his way into your room and sat down at the edge of your bed before pulling you into a gentle hug. For a while, it was just the two of you in comfortable silence. No words needing to be shared as Jisung let you cry onto his shoulder as he gently stroked your hair. When your breathing had returned to a somewhat normal pace with only small hiccups here and there, Jisung passed you a tissue.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, the gentle sound muffled by his face in your hair.

“Not only me... the rest of us. Y/n, we’re really sorry,” He said as he tightened his grip on you before pulling away to help you wipe some of the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry too. I guess I overreacted. It’s not all your fault... I’ve just had a pretty rough day with work and coming home to my best friends acting like I wasn’t there was not the best end to it” you smiled slightly as you reached a hand up to play with Jisung’s hair. He always managed to calm you down. No matter what happened between you and the others, Jisung was always the one to not get involved.

“Y/n I’m so sorry, we didn’t know. It was just meant to be a prank but we took it too far.”

“It’s okay, ‘sungie. I’m fine now.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you pulled your hands away from his hair which was now slightly messier than it had been before.

“Do you wanna go downstairs? Let’s get you cleaned up a bit and head down because the others want to apologise, too.” Jisung said as he led you to your ensuite bathroom and gently took your hair out of it’s ponytail as you washed off your (now messed up) makeup. Soon enough, you had washed off the makeup, the red stains in your eyes from crying had reduced and you’d changed into comfier clothes as you headed downstairs with Jisung to meet the remaining 6 boys.

As soon as you’d got downstairs, Mark smothered you in a too-tight hug.

“Jisung probably already told you this but we’re so sorry. We really are, y/n. It was meant to be a stupid prank but we never intended to hurt your feelings. We’re really sorry.” He said as he pulled back and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the mess of pillows and blankets that the boys had turned into a fort big enough to comfortably fit all 8 of you.

You’d just sat down on one of the pillows when suddenly a tray of muffins was placed in front of you by a pouty Jaemin and Jeno.

“Sorry.” they both said as they took turns in giving you hugs.

Renjun, Haechan and Chenle followed after Jaemin and Jeno, apologizing and giving you tight comforting hugs.

After hugs and muffins being shared amongst you all, everyone had gotten into more comfortable positions in the pillow fort, ready to watch movies.

“Y/n, pick a movie,” Chenle said as he passed the remote in your direction from where he was seated next to Jisung. Haechan, who was to the left of you, grabbed it and gave it to you before resting his head gently on your shoulder and snuggling closer to you.

“Hyuck, stop moving. You nearly kicked over our cups.” Mark said as he reached down to move the half-empty cups away from the potentially dangerous area.

“Noo- the cups will be fine, Mark.” Haechan retorted tiredly and you laughed quietly at their banter.

The movie began and Jaemin, who was to your right, looped his arm with yours as he rested his head on your free shoulder.

Renjun leaned on Jeno, who leaned on Jaemin, who cuddled your right side while Mark was resting the weight of his head on Haechan’s lap and Chenle and Jisung were sat in front of the rest of you, side by side, leaning on each other and occasionally commenting on the movie to one another which would earn a playful slap from the other.

Things were peaceful (well, as peaceful as you can get with the dreamies) and all was well. You’d forgiven the boys and they’d learned not to pull dumb pranks in the future. Now here you all sat, the eight of you content and comfortable.

It was quiet apart from the movie playing in the background...too quiet.

Suddenly, the blanket that acted as the roof of the den fell down, along with two of the chairs holding them up, causing you all to laugh as Jaemin and Jisung screamed quietly, having been woken from their half-asleep state.

“Maybe someone else can be in charge of building the den next time,” Jisung mumbled grumpily as he lay on Chenle in an attempt to get comfortable once again.

“Hey!” Chenle said in an offended tone (though you all knew he was faking) and lightly hit Jisung in the arm which caused the rest of you to go into another laughing fit.

The group of overly affectionate boys had once again managed to make you smile and laugh again, despite everything that happened today.

Lesson learned: don’t prank y/n like that! 

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a/n: thank you for reading! I know this was very basic and boring with the shittiest plot but writer’s block doesn’t help when you’re trying to write a request nshdkj anyways not @ me trying to subtly put chenji markhyuck and norenmin in there i’m sorry if there’s mistakes I literally wrote majority of this at like 2am on multiple days so yeah. anyways i’m going to shut up now- thanks for reading and please continue sending in requests!! i’m so sorry @nctvrooms that this took so long to write I kinda forgot about it for like two weeks oops.