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leclerc-s · 7 months

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the blue - part two

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ameliaholland eras tour you’ve been absolutely wonderful! kansas city, you’re up next!

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tomholland2013 WOO! THAT’S MY FAVORITE SISTER!!

↳ ameliaholland i'm your only sister dumbass

↳ tomholland2013 well that's not true, harry and sam exist you know

↳ samholland1999 i'm telling mum.

↳ tomholland2013 that doesn't work anymore, she can't ground me

↳ username forget keeping up with kardashians i want keeping up with the hollands

landonorris THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!

↳ ameliaholland GOOD LUCK AT SILVERSTONE BESTIE!!

↳ username a pair of best friends that we never saw coming

↳ username i love their friendship.

oscarpiastri ‘you’re doing amazing sweetie!’

↳ ameliaholland aw shucks, you're making me blush pastry boy.

↳ oscarpiastri 🙄 i won't even bother to correct you because i know you'll just keep doing it.

↳ username icons supporting icons. we love to see it.

hazosterfield you're killing it! so proud of you!

tuwaine yeah! you go baby holland!

↳ ameliaholland do i look like paddy?

↳ tuwaine a little bit, you are siblings.

↳ ameliaholland he's adopted.

↳ paddyholland2004 we look alike, if i'm adopted, so are you. HA!

↳ username peak sibling behavior right here

zendaya little rockstar 🩷

↳ ameliaholland dump my brother. date me.

↳ username she's so real for that. i too would ask zendaya to dump my brother and date me instead.

alex_albon i see we’ve been replaced by a pop star.

↳ georgerussell63 i agree alex. charles_leclerc thoughts on being replaced?

↳ charles_leclerc the twitch quartet was supposed to be forever lando! (i love your music)

↳ ameliaholland thank you! lando talks about you guys and both maxs all the time!

↳ landonorris i do not!

↳ oscarpiastri you do

maybe amelia hadn’t been too on the nose with her last song. she needed him to understand that she was done with him, for good. she wasn’t going to go back to him, not that they had ever been anything for her to go back too. amelia’s schoolgirl crush had been crushed when had drunkenly exclaimed ‘you’re an idiot if you ever think i’m going to love you back. you’re my best mate’s sister, that’s all you’ll ever be to me.’ what was it that they said of drunken words? they were sober thoughts, and as much as it hurt to admit it, she was an idiot for falling for him. but there was no reason for him to be so cruel.

perhaps the part that hurt the most was that he remembered none of his cruel words. to him everything between them was fine, and it pained her that he couldn’t take a hint, he just couldn’t take a hint that she wanted nothing to with him. it also didn’t help that right after that day he announced he had a girlfriend he had been seeing for over 6 months. she had been the other woman, not physically but emotionally, and that was just as bad.

she jumped as her phone rang, the familiar facetime tune breaking her out of her trance. lando’s joyful face stared back at her and she felt horrible for having missed the race. but in her defense she had been too tired to wake up early enough to watch it. she felt horrible but she hoped lando would understand, it’s not like she was breaking a promise.

slowly she reached for her phone to answer, and lando began screaming in joy. amelia flinched at his volume and noticed he was surrounded by other people, oscar being one of them, she could’ve sworn she saw lewis hamilton there too.

“p2!” lando shouted, “i got p2!”

amelia squealed, “congrats! that’s amazing!”

“oscar got p4! we’re literally on top of the world right now!”

“and congrats to koala too,” she smiled. oscar waved at her before someone snatched the phone from lando’s grip. amelia stopped herself from gasping at the sight of daniel ricciardo.

daniel smiled brightly at her, “you must be amelia, i’m daniel. anyways, we’re all dying to know is taylor dating fernando? have you heard anything?”

amelia laughed, “no, i haven’t heard anything. you'll be the first to know if i learn anything."

"sick," daniel claimed, "i like you baby holland."

daniel flipped the camera around to lando, the boy was laid on the floor, being crushed by alex albon and george russell who were cheering him on loudly. daniel turned the camera back around to him, "is that you're new best friend?"

"sadly, he is," amelia said.

"well baby holland, i'll let you go. i'm sure you're a very busy woman."

"i am," amelia agreed, "i'm currently in the studio."

"STUDIO?!" lando exclaimed, "new music? when? get off alex!" lando pushed alex off him as the brunette laughed loudly. lando took his phone from daniel, "when? tell me amelia!"

amelia simply smiled mischievously at him, "oh look, i have to go walk my fish!"

"amelia!" lando shouted as daniel's laughter could be heard as she hung up. her heart warmed knowing lando supported whole-heartedly. his friendship meant so much to her, and she was glad she had dragged herself out of bed the day before

lando norris amelia holland! how dare you do this to me.

oscar piastri who broke your heart? seriously.

lando norris AMELIA! ANSWER THE TEXTS!

oscar piastri please answer, he's been screaming the grudge. i have no clue how he even memorized the lyrics already.

lando norris added one person

lando norris DANIEL! GET HER TO ANSWER THE PHONE! SHE LIKES YOU!

daniel ricciardo baby holland! c'mon! he's getting impatient.

amelia holland sorry, tom and his friend were being annoying.

lando norris what friend?

amelia holland harrison.

oscar piastri i'm sensing some tension with harrison.

lando norris OH MY GOD! HE'S THE INSPIRATION!

oscar piastri oh.

oscar piastri you fell in love with your brother's best friend.

amelia holland i had a crush on him.

daniel ricciardo well fuck harrison.

daniel ricciardo actually don't fuck harrison. but you know what i mean

lando norris TELL ME YOUR LOVE SONGS WEREN'T ABOUT HIM. AMELIA I'M BEGGING!

amelia holland they weren't about him?

daniel ricciardo we're finding you a new muse. i'm making it my mission.

you good?

peachy.

bullshit but okay.

i'm fine oscar. i swear.

you called me oscar, that's never happened. what happened to kangaroo? koala? pastry boy?

maybe i'm not fine. how am i supposed to be fine when the dickhead won't understand that i want nothing to do with him? he strung me along for months making me think that one day we could be something more. so i start releasing songs and he still won't get it.

have you i don't know, tried talking to him?

jeez oscar why didn't i think of that? the only time he ever seems to speak to me is when we're in a group setting. he has a girlfriend.

amelia please tell me he didn't.

cheat on his girlfriend with me? not physically. but emotionally yes.

that guy is a piece of work.

he wasn't always like this.

you’re not seriously defending the guy who cheated on his girlfriend?

i’m defending the guy i used to know. the harrison who was sweet and kind to me. he snuck me candy when my mum didn't allow me to have any. he took me to the movies when my brothers didn't want to hang out with me.

okay. whatever.

why are you getting mad at me?

i’m not mad. i just-

forget it. i have to go.

lando’s insisting i follow him to the club to celebrate

have fun.

i'm sorry

i think i like her...

¡leclerc-s speaks! this series was always meant to be a short series so if it seems like it's a little fast paced, i'm sorry. but i am also doing a lot of time jumps, so realistically it's not moving that fast.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the blue series #formula 1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x female oc #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 fic #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au

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kaisacobra · 11 months

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Relationship HCs - Mindy Meeks-Martin & Anika Kayoko

Summary: What would a relationship between you, Mindy and Anika be like?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

♡ HOW YOU MET

You became friends with Chad early in college, taking a few classes in common.

Chad would always mention you in conversations, talking about how you had been nice enough to go on a campus tour with him, not mentioning the Woodsboro events like other classmates had done.

Mindy even made a joke about her brother having a little crush, but he made it clear that he wasn't exactly your type. That piqued Mindy's curiosity, but she didn't do anything about it because she had just started dating Anika and that was her main focus.

Everything changed at Chad's birthday party, however.

Being one of his best friends, you were obviously invited to the small celebration dinner at one of his favorite pizza places.

And everyone was dying to know about you, since you were the only person outside of the group that Chad let near him (aside from Ethan, but he was his roommate).

When you arrived, most of them thought you were a nice person (Sam was still deciding if you were trustworthy or not) but Mindy and Anika? Oh, their heads were playing Bound - Ponderosa Twins Plus One.

Anika was more subtle about her attraction than Mindy (who couldn't stop staring at you all night) but she also felt something magnetic about you.

You didn't even notice it on the day. The two of them had been introduced as girlfriends so it was almost out of the question that there might be some interest on their part.

You only found out days into the relationship how much they had adored you from the first time they laid eyes on you.

♡ HOW THE RELATIONSHIP STARTED

They had this conversation immediately after the birthday was over.

Like I said, Mindy hadn't exactly been sudden + I think Anika is very good at interpreting signs from people, especially if they are close to her.

It was a very calm conversation as they are both open-minded people and their biggest concern was that you might not think the same.

They started in a gentle way. Anika would ask you about your major in college here, Mindy would recommend a horror movie there, all in cautious steps.

And then "happy coincidences" started happening frequently. Mindy had to deliver something to Chad at the end of some class? Why not take advantage of it and call you to grab a coffee with her and Anika?

And when you were with them, all interactions were on a fine line between friendship affections or something more. Constant compliments, hugs that lasted a few seconds too long, touches that lingered.

And the more you seemed comfortable and seemed to enjoy those acts, the more they did and intensified them. Hugs turned into kisses on the cheek and a touch on the shoulder turned into hands on your thighs.

No words of confession needed to be exchanged between you, such was the connection the three of you shared. You just knew how each other felt and it all seemed so natural.

One day, without ceremony, the two of them asked you to become their girlfriend in the middle of a picnic they had organized and, as much as it was expected that you would accept, their hearts raced as you said your answer.

You said yes, of course, and they were so happy that they dropped you in an awkward hug on the spread towel, peppering your face with little kisses to show how much they liked you.

After they pulled away and you could get a better look into their eyes, you exchanged a long-awaited kiss, full of passion and affection. Anika went first, being the more impatient of the two, but soon you kissed Mindy too and the two exchanged a kiss between them as well.

That was the official start of your relationship.

♡ HOW THE RELATIONSHIP WORKS

There is no option to dislike physical contact in this relationship. Their prominent love language is touch, and that's pretty clear to everyone.

They are not shy with PDA, but they may tone it down depending on how comfortable you are with it. However, they always need to have at least one hand on your arm at all times.

Your favorite types of dates are movie nights that take place at Anika's apartment (because you and Mindy live in dorms), although art workshops are a program you love to do together as well.

Anika made beaded bracelets with all of your initials and other decorations. She pouts if she notices you or Mindy aren't wearing them.

Going back to the movie nights, Anika lies on both of your laps every time, while Mindy slings her arms around your shoulders to bring you closer.

However, if there's a scary movie on and you get scared easily, the two of them will have you in the middle of a tight hug. Mindy will try to calm you down by telling you facts about the behind the scenes while Anika holds your hand.

I can see them both really enjoying doing those tiktok couple trends. Their favorite one was when you filled each other's faces with kiss marks from Anika's red lipstick.

They are your BIGGEST hype girls on earth. They always love to compliment you and won't let you think anything negative about yourself.

But if you do, they are great listeners and will want to have a better understanding of how you're feeling, thinking of ways on how to make you feel more confident about yourself.

You guys are the most judgmental throuple in the world. One of you will say "you won't believe what that person did." and for the next few minutes, you'll gossip together about it.

Usually "babe" is the most used pet name between you, but sometimes Anika calls you "Angel" and Mindy calls you "Darling" (fun fact, the first time she called you that, it was a joke, but it sounded so good that she still calls you darling occasionally).

You don't have a fixed position in bed when you go to sleep. Anika likes to stay between you most of the time but that can change depending on how you and Mindy are feeling on the day.

Especially when Mindy wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares about Woodsboro and you and Anika need to hold her in your arms and assure her that she is safe and well.

Overall, you have a great relationship with clear displays of affection and great communication.

(Ps: Mindy loves to tease Chad, saying she has two partners while he has none).

#scream #scream vi #mindy meeks martin #mindy meeks x reader #anika kayoko #anika kayoko x reader #anika kayoko x mindy meeks #mindy meeks imagine #anika kayoko imagine

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positively-mine · 1 year

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Hello I loved your bf HCs I was wondering if I could get headcanons of how Reki and langa act when they have a crush on someone?Would they try to impress their crush with their skateboard skills and other things. Thank you

Crushing on you

How Reki and Langa act around their crush

A/n: Thank you for your request, hope you like it! I think it's a little too long but once I started writing i couldn't stop. Also not proofread bc im still sleepy (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

When he realizes he has a crush on you he's like

And then becomes a blushing mess

Mind you he just realized this when he took a candid picture of you

He's staring at the picture and is like "I want to take more pictures of them"

And from them it spiraled into a worldwind romance

(Is what he would like to believe)

Honestly he thinks it's one sided pinning but little does he know...

Everyday when he enters the class he scans the classroom trying to find your face in the sea of students

He's elated when he finds out that you're in school that day

When's there's group work, he usually tries to strike a conversation with you

And when he's distracted you enough to realize that everyone else already had a partner

He'll swoop in and offer himself

(I like to think he's cunning)

And from there he's just cracking jokes and flirting with you a lot

He wants you to think he's reliable so he's offering to do a lot of things

Like, is your bag heavy? Let me help you

You're tired? Sleep a while and I'll wake you up when the teacher arrives?

You didn't bring your lunch? Take mine, i wasn't hungry anyways

I can definitely see him doing weird & cool things to impress you

Would take you to the skate park to watch him do tricks and practice with him

And if you don't skateboard he's going to ask you to rate how cool that trick was

Say 10/10 or we're going to have a problem 😕

Overall he's very blushy blushy like

The color of his hair blushy

Bonus

Personal hc that he's clingy so when you're together expect lots of physical touches

He found out he liked you when he wasn't just looking up to you anymore

Something along the lines of "wow, they're kinda cool...i want to be friends with them"

I have a gut feeling that he's more direct about his courtship with you

(It all came from his mom)

Once you've established a friendship, he'd ask to pick you up along the way to school

Waiting somewhere near your house or public transport area, whichever you take

Not very subtle, if he finds something funny or interesting he's immediately tracking you down to show you

Also another one to actively seek you out

He'd approach your table to ask if he could eat lunch with you

If he needs help with his classes, you're the first person he turns to

After school also offers to walk you home along the way

When you guys start hanging out more, i can definitely see him inviting you to watch him practice skateboarding

(Early on when he's still learning) he wants you to see him improve

Once his gotten better is he then showing off to you

He wants you to see what he can do coupled with his experience of skiiing

He's doing this to fish compliments from you

Another personal hc that he will do stupid stuff just to impress you

You'd have to deter him from doing such things pls, Reki isn't being much help

In fact he's encouraging Langa to do it

I can see him attempting to make a bento box for you

Heavy emphasis on the attempt

It's kinda messy and ameteur but he did it because he heard your classmates say food is the way to the heart

Bonus

Another one to be clingy, if you're walking together he wants to hold your hand or be close to you

#headcanons #x reader #reki kyan #reki x reader #langa hasegawa x reader #langa x reader #sk8 langa #sk8 reki #sk8 headcanons #sk8 the infinity #anime #sk8 x reader #sk8 anime

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dearweirdme · 9 months

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What is your opinion, assumption on who fell first, who fell harder? Take care and thank you for your time.

Hi anon!

Well, I’d say it was super complicated because of many different things. I don’t really like the notion of ‘who fell first and who fell harder’ to be honest. Imo it implicates a disbalance, and I feel in the end Tae and Jk love each other equally.

Being in love with your best friend isn’t an easy, carefree situation. Being in love with your best friend who is also in the same band, and who is from the same sex, in a homophobic country… is crazy complicated.

What I think is likely, is that they met and almost instantly had that ‘you are my person’ feeling. Sometimes we meet people who we just click with and feel instantly at home with. You still have to learn everything about them, but you feel safe enough to let your guard down and just go full on intimate with (emotional and/or physical). They have spoken on how Tae helped Jk come out of his shell, and while Jk is also close with other members.. Tae is the one who helped him most. Jk felt safe enough with Tae to let go of some of the boundaries he set for himself.

I think their bond settled into a real close friendship first. I think for both of them having romantic feelings for a person of the same sex was new and they possibly didn’t recognize what it was they were feeling at first. So, friendship is what it manifested as. But really early on I feel you can already get a sense of constant searching for the other, especially from Jk’s side. He really wanted to be close to Tae always. Jealousy came into it from Jk’s side first as well. I don’t know when to exactly pinpoint when they realized their feelings were more than friendship, but I think their crushes became evident in 2014 and around Festa 2014.. they were also aware of having them.

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Whether they were also aware of the other having reciprocating feeling at that point.. maybe they suspected/hoped for it, but I don’t think they knew. Jk’s jealousy was obvious, and I feel Tae was struggling with the situation more. Everything did become way more intense though. We start seeing momentsof sadness in relation to the two of them, which indicates a new seriousness. And I think things started really happening in 2015.

I love comparing festa 2014 with festa 2015, since for me the first is them ‘wanting’ and the second is them ‘knowing’.

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I’m really not able to say who fell first. I think it was more a case of them falling simultaneously, but they had slightly different paces of admitting and accepting. When push comes to shove I’d guess they were just cuddling one night, cuddling turned into kissing, and that was that. Once they went there they probably just couldn’t (wanted) to stop. Not that it was smooth sailing from then on.. but several years later this is where we are…

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To me it feels like both of them are just a little bit in awe of the other loving them so much. They match so extremely well. They enjoy the same things, they have the same humor, they have the same energy, they are both clearly attracted to each other.. I’d say it was almost inevitable that they at one point ended up together.

#taekook #Taekook analysis

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joanie-writes · 2 years

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Ohhhh boy! Saw that requests are open and came rushing. I'm a huge RDR2 fan and I've read so much Arthur fic but I can't get enough lol.

There's this fic I've been wanting to write but can't seem around to get to and I thought maybe I'll share my idea, of you would like to write it.

So young Arthur and reader have to pretend to be a couple in a lavish party as part of a scheme with Dutch and Hosea. Throughout the years they had been great friends and enjoyed each other's company, but there had always been some underlying tension.

While sneaking around the mansion looking for documents they almost get caught but end up kissing and getting handy as a way to fool the guard as to why they were there lurking around.

After that barrier was breached they can't seem to look at each other in the same way. Neither want to lose their friendship but this new development makes it hard for them to keep their hands to themselves.

Thanks for the request, I hope this lives up to your ideas <3

Grand Gesture

Well that certainly wasn't supposed to be apart of the job.

Young!Arthur x GN!Reader

Warnings/AN: NSFW, unsafe sex - Arthur and Reader are both in their early twenties

Word Count: 3.3k

I caught him staring at me again. It made my heart jump into my throat like usual.

I'm not exactly sure what changed over night, but one day Arthur went from being my closest friend to somebody that made my skin feel hot whenever I was close to him, somebody that distracted me from my chores, someone who I imagined a future with before I shut my eyes for the night. I'd never really had a crush before, I only seen the rare stranger that made me turn my head every once and a while, but recently I had only turned to Arthur.

"Hey," I heard a voice after a quick pat on my shoulder, which brought my mind back down from space, "Dutch and Hosea want to talk about some lead when we're done here." Arthur sat at the table, joining me for an exhilarating dinner of stew.

I nodded, taking a hopefully nonchalant deep breath before I spoke, "How was hunting?" I had to physically stop myself from cringing. I loathed the awkward small talk of late, it was like our friendship had fizzled into almost nothing. I prayed that he hadn't somehow found out about my feelings towards him, I've only written about it in my journal; not daring to tell anyone.

"Went fine, two bucks and a few rabbits." Arthur said, and I responded with a simple hum. Then the familiar awkward silence settled down, joining us for the rest of dinner. With our bowls joined in the steadily growing pile, Arthur and I took to Dutch's tent to learn about whatever goose chase he was setting us on now.

Hosea and Dutch both looked up at us as we entered, Hosea smiling and saying proudly, "Ah, my star students." The both of us smiled, looking over to Dutch as he responded, "I believe they're our star students, Hosea, I taught them just as much as you did."

Hosea batted his hand at Dutch, "Anyways, here's the idea. I scored an few invitations to this big party in a ritzy part of town for tomorrow night." I glanced over at Arthur, more than happy to see him in some sort of proper attire.

Arthur's brows knitted with confusion, waiting for Hosea to continue, "The four of us will go in pairs, the goal is to mingle and try to pick up some new lead, because whatever is going on in Bradford is well hidden, you two can go together. But we have to act proper and blend in, nobody can know we're degenerates, got it?"

The fabric was itchy and the sleeves were sort of tight, but I don't think I ever looked that put together. Dare I say, styled to perfection. Dutch and Hosea really went all out for this party, somehow they even managed to get their slippery hands on not one, but two stagecoaches that John and Bill would drive us all seperately to town in. A wolf whistle brought my attention upwards to John in the drivers seat, causing me to laugh and give a small spin. "You clean up good!" He let out his raspy laugh.

"You do." I turned to the sound of Arthur's voice, God I hope he couldn't see my heart about to burst at my chest. Arthur looked, so handsome. His hair styled with extra care, a suit that complemented his figure perfectly, and the usual swag that carries him to tie it all together.

I stood up straighter, clasping my hands together, "So do you." I smiled shyly, giving him a subtle glance up and down.

Dutch pushed his head out of the carriage window, his baritone voice barking out an order, "C'mon you two, quit ogling get a move on!" I want to say that I saw a blush form on Arthur's face, but I couldn't be sure due to him quickly ushering me into the coach. With a snap of the reigns we were off towards the bustling town of Bradford.

Arthur looked around the carriage, grinning once he found a bottle of champagne under the seat. "We can't show up seeing double, Arthur, Dutch and Hosea will be pissed." I chuckled, shaking my head as he popped the cork anyway.

"Just a few sips to calm the nerves, you know how I get around fancy folk. Besides, where'd all your fun go?" Arthur teased, taking a drink from the dark green bottle. My eyes shifted to his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank, pulling it together when he handed me the bottle. He cheered as I lifted the bottle to my lips, taking a swig of the bubbly liquid.

We passed it back and forth, deciding to leave some for later, to celebrate our findings or help drown out the sound of Dutch's disappointment lecture.

Arthur got out first, giving me a polite hand out of the stagecoach. My gaze was brought upwards to the grand manor before us. Fancy lanterns lit the way towards the door, the door surrounded by gaudy statues, two fountains, along with plenty of butlers and a few armed guards to boot. It was surely that fanciest place I had been before. Marble floors greeted us inside, royal paintings that took up half a wall, dazzling chandeliers too. Arthur and I couldn't help but look around sort of star struck for a moment, our inner street kids amazed that we were set foot in what could be a castle.

I made eye contact with Hosea, returning his sly nod, a wordless push to get to work. Arthur tapped my hand, motioning over to a group of snooty young men that he was going to integrate into, "They look like daddy's money boys, I'll go see what I can find out." He spoke close to my ear, both to convey his message over the string quartet playing and keep his plans private. But I only noticed how is breath on my skin sent goosebumps all over me.

Almost frantically, I looked around the noisy ballroom, trying to find somebody of importance to strike up a conversation with. An older gentleman caught my eye, mainly it was the gold ring adorning his pinky and confident look about him. I grabbed a glass of champagne and went in for the kill.

Mr. Perry as I learned, was an easy safe to crack, I quickly learned he was a very close friends with the host of the gala. I made sure to keep Mr. Perry's glass topped up, laughing at his dry humour and leaning in a little closer for his enjoyment. It wasn't long before he began mouthing off about some business he had with the host and a few other men here, ranting on their unwillingness to compromise and all of the money he was apparently wasting. His rant became a bragging fest in no time though, and as he talked of his fortune and how easily he had gotten it my attention drifted off. But in the midst of his boasting, his hand fell causally upon my waist.

My eyes widened slightly, and in the awkwardness again, I found myself looking around the room ultimately catching Arthur shooting daggers at the man with his hold on me. My cheeks grew hot. I apologized to Mr. Perry, not bothering with an explanation as I slipped out of his hold and made my way towards Arthur.

"Who was that fool?" Arthur grumbled when I met him, I furrowed my brow, confused but flattered by his seemingly jealous reaction.

"That was Mr. Perry, he's close with the host, I only let him touch me to try and get details." I informed him, wondering why I had just justified perfectly reasonable actions to my friend.

Arthur flicked another mean stare towards Mr. Perry before turning back to me, "Hm, anyway, I got word of a safe upstairs, supposed to be holding some things of value." Arthur whispered the last part of his sentence. I nodded, wordlessly looking for a way to hunt down this safe. I patted Dutch on the back as I passed him, silently signalling him to keep watch for Arthur and I.

With Arthur on my tail, we slipped into the other room, locating the servant staircase for a much more secluded way up. What we were met with was a labyrinth of sorts. "Let's split up, try not to run into anybody, give a whistle when you find something." Arthur said, both of us sharing a nod before separating in search of this prized safe.

Rooms filled with riches proved fruitless somehow on my search, though I did manage to snag a fancy new pocket watch. While I was searching though yet another cabinet, I heard a soft whistle from the hall.

I walked down the hall, listening to the muffled voices and music downstairs. As I walked into the room, Arthur was just pulling open the safe handle, "You're getting good at that." I complimented, smiling and taking a few papers from inside to snoop on. Arthur chuckled, slipping a few bill stacks into his coat pocket. I leaned up against the front of the big mahogany desk, skimming the words on the pages in search of anything important.

The sound of the door knob turning caused us to look up at each other in dread. In a matter of seconds, Arthur shut the safe, rushed over to me, took my face in his hands and kissed me so passionately it made me feel almost drunk. He even pressed himself up against me to conceal the papers. I could taste the floral of the champagne, which mingled perfectly with the intoxicating smell of the cologne he had applied. Though it was only a moment, it was hot and needy, his teeth nearly clashing with mine but at the same time it was so tender, the edge softened by his plump lips.

My eyes shut the moment he pressed his lips to mine, only opening when I heard the heavy wooden door creak open, which caused Arthur to pulled away. "O-oh my," The butler gasped and his face turned a bright crimson colour, he cleared his throat before speaking, "I'm afraid guests are not supposed to be upstairs."

"Sorry pal, we didn't realize, uh we'll get going." Arthur laughed softly, looking down and pretending to fiddle with the buttons on his pants to allow me to hide the papers on my person. I was too shocked to speak, to even look at Arthur really. The breath left my lungs yet again at the feeling of his hand on my lower back, guiding us out of the door being held open by the butler. Shamefully, we were chaperoned by that same butler down the grandeur staircase, catching the attention of Dutch and Hosea immediately. The embarrassment crept up my neck, making the room feel much too hot which only worsened when Arthur took my hand in his, I suspected to keep our little act going.

Following the two older men, we went outside, awaiting John and Bill in impatient silence. Hopefully John hadn't emptied the champagne, we'd need it to drown out the uncomfortableness.

It had been a few weeks since my, interaction, with Arthur. And if I thought our relationship was off before, things got a lot worse. I couldn't bare to look at him, let alone be near him. He hadn't made much an effort to speak to me either, choosing to eat alone and always going out with John.

I was in the outskirt of camp scrubbing some laundry in the stream when I heard footsteps from behind me. "Hey." I said to Arthur, standing up and dusting myself off, he seemed like he wanted to say something, I'd never seen him look so nervous before.

"I just uh, wanted to apologize for what I did at the party I-"

A boost of confidence suddenly bursted through me, the adrenaline pumped as I moved closer to him and cut him off with a kiss. Some kind of switch flipped in him, the nerves were gone and in no time he took control. Arthur carefully walked me backwards, unable to pry our lips apart and letting a tree catch my back. His hands were on my face like the first time, I couldn't taste champagne but the twinge of tobacco and mint wasn't terrible at all. I moaned into the kiss, my mouth left ajar as Arthur kissed down my neck, surely leaving marks on his way.

Arthur mumbled against my skin, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." I smiled, keeping him close with my hands around his neck.

"Trust me, I know the feeling." I said, making him laugh while he returned to my lips, taking the chance to deepen the kiss. My fingers tangled into the honey blonde locks, focusing on the feeling of his hands sliding down my body, squeezing and appreciating me.

"I need you, Arthur." I pulled away to whisper to him, smirking when I noticed the bumps appear on his skin, much like he had done to me at the party. Arthur raised his brows, his thumb absentmindedly stroking my hip.

He cleared his throat, "W-where do you want to go?" I only smiled in response, abandoning the pile of laundry as I pulled him by the hand farther out from camp.

We both looked around, making sure nobody from camp was out this far. After a quick spin to look for anything to sit on, Arthur pulled off his coat and laid it out in front of a tree. He sat himself down and beckoned me to him, the blush on his face making both of us chuckle. The passion from before was quick to return with me now straddling his lap.

Breathless, Arthur pulled away and looked to me, "Can I take this off?" He motioned to my shirt, looking more than pleased when I nodded. I helped him pull the fabric off my arms, a gasp leaving me as he kissed down my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth. My back arched with the feeling, my hands gripping the material of his shirt. Arthur moved back up to my neck, kissing the shell of my ear while I unbuttoned his shirt like he had done mine.

I ran my fingers over the growing patch of his chest hair, smiling before beginning to leave my own signature over his skin. "I didn't know you felt this way, I um, I was so worried something had happened to our friendship." I told Arthur honestly, taking a break from loving up on him.

"You didn't know? I thought you had maybe realized and starting hating me for it." Arthur admitted with a soft laugh, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I could never hate you, Arthur." I said, smiling and placing my hands on his broad shoulders.

Spoken in between kisses, Arthur laughed, "We'll see about that." His hands held me close, moving down to grab at my ass, all while moving me to feel the swell in his jeans. Shyly, I skimmed my hand down his torso, watching his eyes close while I touched him through the denim. Broken out of his sudden trance, he reached down as well, taking things a step farther as he undid his pants, his length hitting his stomach in arousal.

A familiar heat warmed my ears, he looked so good like this. Hot and bothered, leaned up against a tree and at my disposal. I took his cock in my hand, swiping my thumb over his leaking tip. "Shit." Arthur groaned, his hips thrusting himself up into my hand. I worked him up and down, keeping eye contact until he brought me close, connecting our lips once again. Arthur hummed into the kiss, even breaking it at one point to take a deep breath. He was so hard it seemed like it hurt. I reached down to undo my own bottoms.

"Do you want to go through with this? I don't know if I'll be able to quit you after." Arthur spoke just above a whisper.

"That is more than fine with me," I spoke as I tossed my bottoms off to the side, straddling him properly once again before continuing, "I haven't stopped thinking about the party, I wish that butler had just turned around." We both chuckled, Arthur's grip drifting to my waist.

"I'm sure there'll be another chance to continue what we started there."

A breathy moan left the both of us as my hips sunk down onto his length; he filled me up perfectly. It took me a moment to adjust, same with Arthur. I watched his eyes screw shut the second he felt the warmth of me, the squeeze. "God, you're so tight," Arthur pried his eyes open, looking up at me with an already glossed over look, "can I move?"

I only nodded in response, silent until his first thrust shot a wave of pleasure over me which caused me to throw my head back and involuntarily moan out his name. The sight seemingly spurred him into continuing his pace. Once I had familiarized myself with the blissful feeling, I took some of the weight off him and began moving with Arthur, lifting myself up and down atop of him.

With my arms kind of half wrapped around Arthur's shoulders, I tangled my fingers into his hair once again, keeping him just as close to me as he was doing with me. "O-oh, there, again." I sputtered out the jumbled sentence, whimpering out a sound of pleasure with nearly all of his upwards thrusts.

It didn't feel like all of the time I spent wondering and wanting had led specifically to this moment, like how they would describe the climax of a crush in the stories I would borrow from Mary-Beth sometimes. It felt beautifully unique, like I had chosen the right path to get here.

My clouded mind was no match for the warmth beginning to gather inside me. A groan from Arthur brought my attention upwards again, "I ain't gonna last much longer." His cheeks were pink and a sweat began to gather at his temple. My back arched at the feeling of his cock hitting that spot once again, and again.

"Please, Arthur ugh!" I moaned, feeling him take the lead from me completely. My hips stilled as he desperately fucked himself into me, chasing.

The feeling was an uninhabited release of control, of doubt, and of myself. With my legs shaking, I curled inwards, my head falling to Arthur's shoulder while I slowly fell from my place of ecstasy. Jagged and uneven thrusts brought Arthur through his orgasm, I could feel the hot finish filling me to the brim. He moaned and held tightly onto my skin, my skin adorned with red fingermarks at his ease.

Slowly, I lifted my head, smiling softly at the sight of a faintly teary eyed Arthur Morgan. "That was-" He began and then stopped, searching for a word that could explain that experience.

"Yes, it was." I said with a laugh, lifting his chin and connecting our lips again finally.

Ever the gentleman, Arthur helped clean me up, affectionately doing up my shirt and fixing my hair with great care. And how could I not do the same for him.

"What's this gonna be like now?"

I looked over at Arthur, sat beside me while we overlooked the lake where the gang was holed up by. The sun was shining on us, lighting up the blue in his eyes and causing him to squint, quite adorably I might add.

"I mean, if you want to give us a try, I would really like that." I chose my words carefully, chewing on my lip while I awaited Arthur's answer.

"Of course I want to." He smiled, taking my hand in his and squeezing.

So, I guess I could call that crush my boyfriend now.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x gn reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead redemption arthur #x reader #reader insert #fluff #smut

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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Could I maybe request some platonic Sevika hc’s?

I hope you like this! It's kind of implied that Sevika has a little one-sided crush but it's not too obvious I think

Sev would be very protective of a friend. Those aren’t exactly easy to come by in her line of work, so when she meets you she may be a little… clingy? Not in the physical sense, but I don’t think she’d understand some boundaries and if you two are in the same room, then she should always be by your side because why wouldn’t she be?

She’s a literal dark cloud that trails behind you like a puppy when you have to interact with someone. You’d never berate her for whenever she intimates the hell out of whoever you’re conversing with. You know it’s just part of her demeanor and… face, and that she’s just being a little over protective of you. It makes you feel safe.

Whenever you link your arm through hers or cuddle up to her in any way, she’ll bare her teeth at you in a grimace, shove you half-halfheartedly, or growl out some kind of complaint. While it may have been successful at intimating you early on into your friendship, one particular instance of pushing boundaries revealed that her threats were empty and you became spoiled with her leniency.

“Vika!”

“Don’t call me that.” Alcohol slides down Sevika’s throat, the burn proving a sufficient enough distraction from the fluttering in her stomach whenever you were near.

“Okay then, sweetheart.” Your infuriating grin gets even wider at the irritated tick of her eyebrow. A high pitched, disgusting giggle comes from you as you link your arm around hers, heavily leaning on her as you shout an order at the bartender.

Sevika’s heart damn near stops in her chest. The right half of her body tingles where it comes into contact with yours and if she wasn’t frozen in shock, she’d be pushing you off in panic. You were bold with her, yes, but you’ve never been this bold.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She struggles to maintain the heavy scowl on her face and hopes that the burn in her cheeks is covered by the dim lights.

You aim that blinding smile at her. It takes a clear effort to lose it in favor of puffing out your cheeks, eyes rolling to the ceiling in contemplation.

“I think I’m getting drinks with my friend,” Your head teeters side to side a few times before you don a more sincere expression. “So we can talk about what a shitty day she had.”

The statement is punctuated with a squeeze of her bicep. Her eyes dart down to your entangled limbs as she struggles to form a response, baffled at how you can already read her so well.

“You’re a grouch, Vika. But I notice when you’re even more so than usual.” A pair of shot glasses are set in front of you both, the bottle left behind as per your instruction. You don’t untwine your arm from hers even though it’d be easier for you to handle as you fill her glass first. “Now, c’mon. Spill.”

Over time she’d grow used to having you come up behind her for a greeting hug. She wouldn’t react, but she wouldn’t try to dissuade you anymore. That being said, if anyone else touches her casually, then she’s twisting their arm until she hears a snap.

The male on the ground clutches his arm in pain. You look on with a wince, head tilted to get a look in morbid fascination around Sevika’s heavy figure casually approaching you.

“Geez. You’re such a dick.”

She honest-to-god smiles at the tiniest bit of apprehension in your voice. A puff of smoke leaves her lips in a short laugh.

“Hush.” Her shoulder knocks into yours, nearly pushing you into a wall if it wasn’t for her fingers settling you with a tug of your shirt.

Her affection is brutish and awkward. If you’re teasing her then she’ll elbow you a little too hard and knock the breath out of you. Her pats on the back jostle you a little too much. The facial expressions you make at her rare displays of affection are just too good. This grown ass woman will giggle at them, and when she giggles she snorts. So you never voice your displeasure about your now-sore shoulder lest you never hear it again

You two have a tradition of getting each other holiday/birthday gifts, but make them as useless and bizarre as possible. They will be exchanged in the the most professional manner

“Here.” A package of something wrapped in yellowed newspaper plops into your lap.

“Occasion?”

“Birthday.” Ah, you almost forgot.

“Okay, let’s see.” You peel the paper back neatly and slow as hell just to watch her twitch. You’re met with almost full frontal nudity of a male posing languidly on a sofa, a notably large hat covering his assets. “Hey, skin mags! Just what I wanted. Let’s see, what else-”

There’s a smaller square of newspaper inside with a sloppy 'Sevika' scrawled on top of it, as if you needed a reminder of who the gift was from. Its contents contain a rough, scratched up gear.

“It fell out of my arm.” Sevika offers as an explanation.

“Ah.” You nod as if she just provided you the reason life exists. The gear twirls between your fingers as you appraise it with an exaggerated scrutinizing face. “Huh.”

It’s too small to fit around your finger but your creativity reaches no limits. Within seconds you strip off your bracelet, unraveling the knots that hold the current beads in place. A quick glance up rewards you with Sevika’s adorably confused face, the notch between her brow getting noticeably deeper.

Once you finish maneuvering the beads around the now-centered gear, you tie it back around your wrist and present to Sevika one of the ugliest fucking accessories she’s ever seen. She tells you as such.

“Don’t worry, yours is going to be hideous.”

“Mine?”

Her incredulous tone is met with a smile.

“Hey, you’re the one who got your best friend a cute bracelet. We have to match.”

“Okay, give it back.”

You snatch your hand out from her reach and start to brainstorm ideas for her future matching accessory.

I think the p0rn mag would be even funnier if you were aro/ace

#arcane sevika x reader #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #am i posting too much #I'm so impatient #i need attention now #anyway give me a smitten sevika

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 1 year

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Summer Crush

Hydrangeas

Part 3

Summary: Sam had been caught in the middle of a friendship triangle for years. The problem was it wasn’t a competition for you. No you actually had a secret crush on his other best friend, Danny. When the boys come home for the summer Sam gives you one word of advice, distance yourself from Danny.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x fem reader x Sam Kiszka *slash pairing

Warnings: 18+, NO minors!, sexual content, slash pairings, friends to lovers, kind of enemies to lovers, love triangles, drinking, talk of jealousy, potential threesomes, not going too into detail yet don’t want to spoil it but do be warned 🫣, if the part number is in italics then there’s spice

Word count: 5.1k, ok it just happened

As you exited the coliseum you were hit by the thawing feeling of the warm early summer air against your frozen skin. It was almost unbearably cold during the whole ceremony which had to be a crime in Detroit to keep everyone so cold after the weather had finally started to turn for the better. A steady breeze kept the hot beams manageable and you gripped onto your graduation cap to keep it from flying off even though you were sure (you counted to keep track) you had 30 bobby-pins in there to keep it secured.

You heard your parents calling your name from near the exit and followed with your eyes in the direction your ears were guiding you. You could make out the shadowy profile of your parents waving you down a few feet away, the sun behind them making it incredibly hard to see through more than a squint.

What you couldn’t make out as you started walking towards them, was the tall lanky figure situated just directly behind them.

“Look who’s here!” Your mom exclaimed in excitement.

Your eyes were finally able to focus as the image of your best friend was revealed.

“Sam?” You questioned just to make sure your eyes were not trying to fool you in a trick of the light.

“The one and only” he cracked a smile and held out his arms waiting for you to run forward and hug him, which you did.

“I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it?” You continued to wrap your head around how he was actually physically here right now hugging you back.

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world” he spoke just directly above your ear where his nose was buried into your mess of heat pressed curls.

“Let’s get a picture of you two!” Your mom called out, barely tugging on your arm to get you to separate from Sam just enough to turn and snap a photo.

The wind picked up and both of your hair was blowing wildly but you didn’t care, your face was beaming with happiness as you watched your mom get her phone angle just right. She took a few shots then Sam turned his head towards yours, pressing his lips firmly against your cheek while she took one more.

“Ok I think I got it” she was proud of herself, and proud of her daughter, and you were glad it was finally over.

“So, where are we going to celebrate?” Sam questioned assumably as everyone had finished their mingling and congratulations.

“Let me call Stephen and see if he’s getting off work soon” you pulled out your phone and started to pull up his contact.

“Who’s Stephen again?” Sam pretended he didn’t know although you stopped what you were doing for a brief moment to shoot him a look just in case he wasn’t joking. “Your roommate, right!”

“My boyfriend” you corrected with a roll of your eyes and started the call, stepping away just a little bit while he answered and you spoke for a while.

“So why couldn’t Steve ditch work and make it to your graduation?” Sam shortened his name like not using every syllable would give him some sort of power over him who he hadn’t even met yet.

“Stephen” you corrected as you started to make your way to the parking lot that held your car, Sam in tow since he probably got a taxi to get here. “He doesn’t like Steve”.

“Well I don’t like Sammy” he replied.

“Shut up, yes you do” you reached a hand over and playfully pushed his shoulder.

“No that’s what you guys called me when we were kids, can’t you see that I’m a man now?”

“You look like a man who’s wearing women's pants” another playful stab, but that’s only because you knew Sam could take it. In fact he looked like he was enjoying the bantering back and forth like you used to tease each other all the time over the years.

“Hey, I’ve got to keep up appearances, you never know someone could recognize me out here”. You both looked around at the busy parking lot and absolutely no one was fazed by either of you.

You started stripping off your graduation robe when you reached your car, tossing it in the back seat before getting back to the actual conversation at hand. “Anyways, Stephen is up for a promotion so he couldn’t get the day off” you had convinced yourself you didn’t really care. Him getting this promotion would make life a whole lot easier for the both of you meaning not having a job lined up immediately after graduation wasn’t that big a deal. Stephen had taken care of you through your last years of college. He was a few years older than you so he had graduated and already gotten a job secured from a past internship. You were grateful for the opportunity to continue to focus on school and your projects but now you were definitely ready to get to work and start pulling your own weight.

“He’s going to meet us a Joe’s, it’s a popular spot for the local college kids, maybe you will meet someone your own age”.

“A bar?” He questioned with a scrunch of his nose. “I thought we’d go somewhere where I could drink too”.

“It’s not just a bar, they have a kitchen and a cafe of sorts” you tried to encourage him that he would still have fun

Joe’s was a pretty special place in your heart. When you got to Detroit you didn’t know anyone. It wasn’t until your first year roommates who were Detroit natives drug you out of the dorms to Joe’s that you started to open up and make new friends.

You ended up meeting Stephen at Joe’s. It was during his summer internship he had gone out with some colleagues the same night you and your friends were celebrating your birthday. When he overheard your friends ordering you birthday shots he took the opportunity to get you a drink as well, and from there your relationship was history.

Once at the bar Sam seemed to be a little uncharacteristically stand-offish while you introduced him to all of your college friends. It was almost like he hadn’t expected your life to have carried on without him while he was gone.

That didn’t last long though as the drinks came rolling in and the girls at your table got more and more interested in your friend he too started to flirt back with them.

You sat back and watched unamused as Sam taught your friends a drinking game where you bounce a coin off the table into a shot glass. They were amazed by his ability to make it every time, though he was far more sober than they were and you knew his brothers had been making him play that game with them for years now.

Just as you were about to shoot Stephen a text asked where he was at he snuck up from behind you, startling you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

“So proud of your sweetheart!” He congratulated you as he came around to your front and leaned back over to place a long kiss on your lips this time.

You heard Sam clear his throat from behind him causing him to break the kiss to see who was intruding on his moment.

“Stephen this is Sam, Sam this is Stephen” you introduced the two officially. Your boyfriend extended a hand but Sam had already glided past him to your side.

“Well if it isn’t the lucky guy!” Sam exchanged a playful yet slightly targeted first few words.

“I am” Stephen stuffed his hands into his pockets since Sam had accidentally, or purposefully you weren’t sure, missed his offer to shake.

“Can I get you anything? Another drink, perhaps some water?” Stephen directed his attention back to you who was still working on the last drink someone had brought you.

“I’ll take a water” Sam spoke before you. Clearly he knew Stephen was talking to you but he included himself anyway.

“Alright then, two waters” he took one more glance at you, second guessing whether he should leave you there or not, but ultimately walked off towards the bar.

“What’s gotten into you? You’re acting strange” you looked up at Sam who was still standing to your side.

He cracked you a smile to show he was only messing around. “One of your friends gave me a few hits of her joint in the bathroom” Sam revealed how he had gotten his nerves from earlier to subside.

“Samuel Kiszka!” You whisper yelled at him but he only grinned wider before returning to his game across the table.

“And Danny lost his room key because they were in my pants so we had to sleep on the couches in the hotel lobby” Sam began to conclude his chaotic story while causing your friends at the table to erupt in laughter. You had heard that story plenty of times, but hearing Sam excited to tell it again still made you smile and listen intently.

As you were focused on listening you heard someone from behind you having a separate conversation of their own.

“I mean who does he think he is?” A guy spoke first then your heart dropped when you heard who he was talking to.

Stephen started his reply, “I’ve known her for three years, half of which I’ve been dating her, and I’ve never met the guy in person. Now he shows up out of nowhere” he scoffed at the end showing he clearly wasn’t enjoying Sam’s company as much as everyone else was.

You hadn’t even realized the little off conversation had made you so mad, but you swung your head around to face them. “Sam is my best friend” you reminded the two who now realized they had been talking a little too loud.

Sam immediately jumped up from his end of the table and came over to see what you were getting upset about.

“All I’m saying is he hasn’t bothered to visit you before, why has he decided to come now?” Stephen stood up as well to match Sam’s movements.

“You know he’s been busy” you shot back. Stephen knew all about Sam you hadn’t ever tried to keep your late night phone calls or backstage dressing room video tours a secret, so why was he acting like an ass about Sam being here now. “Regardless, Sam was here today, and that’s all that matters”. Stephen knew there was a second meaning to that remark, he knew underneath it all you were upset that he didn’t take time off from work to attend your ceremony, and he sighed at the face of having to apologize to you again for something he says wasn’t in his control.

“I think maybe I should head out” Sam peeped out in the middle of you staring down your boyfriend who refused to admit he could have tried harder.

You broke the eye contact to turn towards Sam, “What? Where are you going?”

“I was planning on getting some sketch hotel near the airport” he pulled his phone out to start looking for a room to book.

“Absolutely not, you’re staying with us” you informed him without taking a second to discuss it with Stephen first.

“We don’t have a second bedroom” Stephen tried reminding you but you were ignoring him at this point.

“I have a really early flight in the morning. I don’t want to bother you guys” Sam tried to decline but you weren’t taking no for an answer.

“I can take you to the airport in the morning, you can sleep on the couch” you had made up your mind and both of them knew tonight there was no use trying to argue with you so they both sucked up their animosity and the three of you made your way to the apartment.

Once you were home you were glad to get out of your dress and heels in favor of comfy pajama shorts and an old tee. Sam had honestly expected to stay at a hotel so he hadn’t brought anything to sleep in other than his boxers but you gave him some of Stephen's pants to wear while he was in the shower.

You headed to bed with Stephen but as soon as you were sure he was in deep sleep you snuck out of the bedroom to go bother Sam laying on your couch.

“Sam? Are you awake?” You called out in a hushed voice.

“Yea, I am” he replied, “not going to lie, your couch is kind of uncomfortable” he sat up and moved the blanket around so that it was stretched out across his shoulders. You took a seat next to him and he wrapped his arm with the blanket around your shoulders.

“I’m really glad you came” you told him again and he squeezed you a little in response. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but ever since you had gotten home you had an uneasy feeling. A bottomless pit forming as your stomach fell. “When will I see you again?”

“It better be soon!” He replied trying to bring you out of your funky mood. “Maybe now that you're done with school you can come to some of our shows. You know we’re playing at Coachella this year right?”

“That sounds fun” you giggled, although you still had a lingering bad feeling. You looked around your dark apartment and felt nothing. You were so excited when you moved in with Stephen but you realized now that you were only reacting the way you thought he wanted you to. You thought moving in together was a little too rushed, but your increasingly busy schedules were keeping you and Stephen from seeing each other. At least this way you knew you could sleep in the same bed every night. Except now you weren’t in bed with Stephen, you were out here talking with Sam like time had never passed.

Sam continued to fantasize about you coming on tour with them, he told you about a few plans they had coming up and how his brothers would love to see you again soon as well. He even mentioned that Danny sometimes asked him about how you were. You hadn’t thought about Danny in a long time, and you felt kind of bad about it now that Sam had mentioned he’d asked about you.

You and Sam had ended up staying awake all night talking with each other, sometimes getting a little too loud and giggly, but never bothering Stephen sleeping in the bedroom.

When it came time to head to the airport you and Sam piled tirelessly into your car, watching the sunrise on the horizon as you drove him further away from you and back towards his life on the go.

You mentioned kidnapping him, taking the exit towards home to see your families instead of the way to the airport. He played along with you for the rest of the drive but ultimately you ended up at the signs that said departures, saying goodbye once more to the only person in the world you knew ever truly meant anything to you.

Your phone ringing woke you from your dream in the middle of the night.

Your eyes were still puffy from crying yourself to sleep so they stung and you had to furiously squint at the bright screen next to you.

If Sam was calling you were going to be pissed he woke you up. You were just barely able to make out the big numbers on the front of the screen. It was just after midnight.

Although you had only been asleep for about an hour and a half you still didn’t appreciate being woken up.

That was until you managed to read the name on the screen next. It wasn’t Sam calling to bother you, but Danny.

You sucked in a deep breath quickly and picked up the little rectangle device before you let the last ring come through. “Hello?”

“Did I wake you up?” A quiet and alluring voice came out the other end and you pressed the cool glass closer to your ear while you sat up in your bed.

“Yes, but I’m awake now” you replied with a clearer tone than the raspy and drowsy answer when you picked up.

“I was thinking about you so I couldn’t sleep” he revealed his reason for the late interruption. “I was hoping you would tell me more about this crush you mentioned” even over the phone, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Whether it was the late hour or something else you found that talking to him on the phone was easier than you imagined leaving you able to tease a little.

You heard a small chuckle, it sounded like he pulled away so you wouldn’t hear it clearly. “Yes I would, so tell me, when did it start?”

“Hmm, I don’t really know. It just sort of happened” you hummed into the phone trying to remember something to pinpoint the exact moment your gaze towards him turned from just one of the guys you hung out with to one that when you saw him made your heart flutter and your toes scrunch inside your shoes. “I guess it was in highschool” you finally admitted.

“Highschool?” He gasped at how long you had managed to keep your feelings hidden. His breath stressed a little as he decided whether or not he wanted to bring up this next bit “I’m kind of glad you didn’t say anything back then though. I’m not sure how I would have reacted. You were intimidating to me” he chuckled again, this time not turning away so you could hear every little inclination in his voice.

“Intimidating?” This came as a surprise to you, nothing about your highschool self would mark you as what you considered to be intimidating.

“The way you fit in so well with the Kiszkas. Jake has told me himself you’re one of the smartest people he knows, you can match Josh’s energy, not to mention Sam is mesmerized by you” if you couldn’t still hear the laugh in his voice then you might have taken his confession as one of jealousy, but instead you could tell he only meant to say he was inspired by you.

“That’s just because we’ve known each other for a long time. I practically grew up with them” you tried to take some of the illusion away since it really wasn’t that impressive to you.

Danny fell silent for a moment and you worried maybe you were being too convincing about there being nothing special about yourself. “Can I ask you a serious question?” He finally spoke again in a serious tone.

“Of course” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“You and Sam never-?” His voice trailed off again like he immediately regret trying to find that answer.

“Sam?” Although he didn’t complete his sentence it was obvious what he was trying to say “no, umm, Sam and I are just friends”.

“I see” he sounded like there was still more he wanted to say, but must have decided against it as he quickly changed the subject before you could try to question him in return.

“Can I take you to breakfast in the morning?”

“Oh, I have some work to do so if you don’t mind my laptop tagging along then sure” breakfast with Danny sounded lovely. You pictured the way the early morning sun would shine in his usually dark hair, illuminating and glorifying the true deep burnette that it was.

“I don’t mind at all, I’d love to see some of your work if you would show me”. You stopped to think if you had ever had a conversation with Danny about your career aspirations. Sam of course had heard all about it, and surely he might have in turn spoken about it to any of his other band mates. Now that your mind had wandered off to Sam you started to second guess if going on a date, if you could even call him asking you to breakfast a date, was a good idea.

“You know Sam was over really early today, I’ll have to come up with a good excuse for why I didn’t call him in the morning” you sighed into the phone.

“Sam was only up that early because he crashed with me the night after the party and I made him get up” Danny let drop in response.

“Ok that makes a lot more sense now” you replied and you both shared a soft laugh before both ends fell silent again, seemingly with nothing left to say to each other.

“Well, if your going to drag me out of bed tomorrow too then I better get back to sleep” you hated to be the one to end the call, but something told you if you didn’t soon then the two of you might accidentally stay up all night just listening to each other breathe on the other end.

“Good night” was all he said, your name trailing at the end with the sound of his exhale. He didn’t sound too excited to be letting you go either.

“Good night” you told him back and watched your screen stay illuminated with the call as you hesitated before hitting the red end call button.

The morning came quickly, but your newfound excitement for the day made it easy to get up and get ready. Before you had only expected to throw on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats or something comfy to get work done, but now that you were going out you decided to wear something a little cuter.

Danny had text you a meeting place, a little cafe in town that had a private patio in the back. When you arrived he was already there waiting for you.

“Good morning” he stood up to greet you, stealing a quick kiss on your cheek when he had you close in a hug. It was a satisfying feeling to have had the last thing and first thing he said to you good night and good morning.

Because you were the only two who chose the patio the waitress was quick to come by and take your orders. After she left you went ahead and got your laptop out to boot up.

“Sorry to get to work so soon, but I have to turn this in by noon”.

“No problem, what are we working on?” He took the chance to move his chair from where it was situated across the table over next to you so he could see what was on your screen as well.

Your laptop finally powered to life and opened up on your desktop screen saver of you and Sam at your graduation.

Your eyes glanced towards Danny as he obviously was taking in what he saw.

“I remember when Sam left to come see you here” Danny recalled his version of the story in the scene. “Josh was pissed” he chuckled a little bit at the mention of Josh like he could ever honestly be pissed. “We were going to Europe a few days after and he thought Sam wouldn’t make it back in time”.

“Well I’m glad he came anyways, it was good to see him” you couldn’t feel selfish about wanting your Sam time and before then it had been a few years since you had actually seen him in person instead of on a little FaceTime screen. He had been and still was your best friend, you didn’t think anything could change that fact.

“I’m glad he came too. You deserved someone to be there for you” His eyes shifted from the screen to you now which only reminded you that you were staring at him.

“Anyways” you quickly turned your attention back to what you were doing and fumbled with inserting your flash drive in the little slot at the side of the laptop.

Your food and drinks came out together and Danny watched mostly in silence as you worked. You stopped every few minutes to take a quick drink but was so enveloped in nearing the end of the project that you had barely touched your food.

“Here” Danny spoke up causing you to break focus for a moment. You turned towards him to see he was holding a forkful of food extended your way with his other hand hovering underneath prepared to catch any falling pieces.

“You don’t have to do that” you tried to reach over and grab the fork from him but he pulled it away quickly while still trying not to spill anything.

“Let me help” he was trying to ask you seriously but there was a joking tone in his voice and he had an amused smile spread wide across his lips.

You gave up easily, years of growing up with stubborn boys had made you pretty non-combative.

He successfully fed you the bite and waved his hand along for you to keep working. He kept the act up, although you continued to argue with him the next couple of times, by the end you were just accepting it.

“I think I’m just about finished” you spoke with the mouthful Danny just fed you.

He smiled again when you turned back to him. You were assuming he was glad you were done, but instead he reached over and used his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth. You brought your arm to your mouth and vigorously wiped it to make sure there wasn’t anything else left behind.

“You're fine it was just a little crumb” he laughed at your over exaggerated response.

“You could have just let me know” you replied, still trying to hide your flushed face.

“Next time I could lick it off” he leaned forward like he might still do it anyways.

“Ok that’s enough of that” you scooted your laptop to the side then slid your plate towards you and away from him.

“Why are you embarrassed?” He continued to taunt you like he wanted to see just how red he could get your cheeks to turn.

“We’re in public” you replied quickly as an excuse, he glanced around and there was still not another soul in sight. Even the waitress after the last few times she came to check on you not needing anything she had started to appear less and less.

He moved to the edge of his chair, leaning forward and placing an arm across the back of yours. “So you’re saying if we were in private I could lick your lips?” His voice was hushed but you heard it loud and clear, sending an electric jolt through your body grounding you there in your seat.

You took one more backward peak to make sure the waitress or anyone else wasn’t about to come through the door then grabbed the front of Danny’s shirt pulling him down into a kiss.

“That didn’t count” he forewarned you but still accepted the small win, letting your chair go and settling back into his. “So you finished your work?”

“This one is done, but I have a few more projects lined up for the summer.” You went ahead and repositioned your laptop again so he could see it since he seemed to still be interested. “I’ve been working on advertising for a few business promotions. It’s not really what I ultimately want to be doing but the more work I do my name can get passed around”. You shrugged, not expecting him to really be that intrigued.

“This is pretty good” he didn’t sound surprised, more like he was starting to think of something. “Do you have anything else you’ve worked on?” He asked and you shook your head yes, clicking the folder button at the bottom to show your flash drive was nearly full of completed work, works in progress, and personal designs. He pointed towards a certain piece you had been working on mostly for fun so it wasn’t completed but you opened it up for him anyways.

“Have you shown Josh any of this?” He asked as he studied the various designs in your portfolio.

“No? Why?” You questioned, not seeing how Josh had anything to do with your work.

“You should, we’ve been looking for a new tour manager. Josh wants to do a lot of crazy stuff” he huffed at the memory of Josh trying to explain his extravagant ideas to everyone.

“Tour manager?” You blinked at him in shock, “I don’t think I’m qualified for that”.

“Well, maybe not the manager, but you could definitely help us out!” He sounded so genuine and thrilled about the idea that it started to get you a little excited as well. You had yet to figure out where your next big career move would be so if this truly was an opportunity then you thought maybe you should give it a go.

“Alright, next time I see Josh I’ll show him” you agreed to do at least that and Danny took your hand in his, giving it a little encouraging squeeze.

Now that you weren’t expecting it the waitress came one more time to check on you.

“I can take the check” Danny finally asked her, signaling that you guys were finishing up.

“What’s next for you today?” You asked Danny as you started to pack up your stuff.

“Nothing really, just hanging out at home” he shrugged his shoulders. He had gotten so used to constantly moving from hotel to hotel, venue to venue, that sitting at home sounded so weird to him now, but he was going to take it while he had it.

“Sam and I are supposed to be going through his wardrobe or something like that” you tilted your eyebrows up to show how enthused you were about it.

“I could come by later tonight?” He offered, unsure if Sam would keep you preoccupied all day. On second thought Sam had a lot of clothes it most definitely could take all day.

“I’d like that” you accepted his offer to his surprise. “I’ll text you when I make it back home?”

“Okay, that sounds great to me” his smile was growing wider and he clasped his hands together in order to contain his eagerness.

“I’ll see you tonight then Danny” you stood up from your chair and swung your bags strap around your shoulder.

“Yeah, see you” he muttered out and watched you as you left the cafe to head towards Sam’s house.

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@jessicafg03

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van smut #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #sanny #sanny gvf #summer crush hydrangeas #gvf

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aesterblaster · 2 years

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There Must Be Something In The Air

WC! Kunigami x reader

tropes: angst. just angst, what's thought to be unrequited love

summary: After being let out of blue lock Kunigami finds it hard to stop surpressing his feelings // this is based on a horror prompt for spooky month that was just "lung" enjoy!

songs: It's All A Game / Quadeca , Like Real People Do / Hozier , Pity Party / Melanie Martinez

Rensuke's heart was pounding, his legs pumping hard as he glanced down at his watch trying to best his previous run's time. Recently, he'd decided to amp his milage to 9 instead of just 8. It was the only way he could get his mind off of Blue Lock and that stupid training was engrained in him at this point. Even though he had gotten back to himself for the most part, he'd never stop craving that high that scoring a goal gave him or a long run.

His body was used to the various aches and pains that came with being an athlete.. But what was really hurting recently were his lungs. He wasn't sure why, but each breath felt as if it pushed thorns deeper into his rip cage. Kunigami didn't have asthma and his doctor didn't see anything wrong with him during his physical exam. In fact, he was in peak condition. So why the hell was he bent over right now, letting that group of kids in "body improvement club" t-shirts that was behind him the whole way overtake him?

He checked his watch once more to see that it had been 4.2 miles. That was good enough right? Not for him. Kunigami was a very, very motivated person and he'd be damned if he didn't reach 4.5 and then 9. So he began running again, ignoring the increasing amount of pain and the way his legs began to feel weak. Eventually the orange haired runner hit his goal, then he turned around and boom, his vision went blurry.

"Fuck, not again." He took out his phone and began to call you. Of course he called you, even though his finger hesitated over the call button. You were the only person who didn't completely abandon him when he came out of Blue Lock. He was a wreck. Brash, egotistical, an animal beaten out of their race looking to bite anyone who came near him. But somehow you still would always text him those weird fucking memes that broke him out of his spirals.

He hoped you picked up.

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You groggily woke up to the sound of your ringtone. It was 7 am on a Sunday, who the fuck was up this early? You picked up your phone and blinked away sleep. If you were reading this right, it was Kunigami Rensuke, your long time crush. Reading his name made your breath catch in your chest, and not in a cute way. You coughed a few times before answering. "Yes?"

"Uh, can you come pick me up? I'm like a few minutes away from your house."

"Jeez, why don't you just run over here if you're so gung ho about waking up at 6?" There was a long pause and you could tell you upset him. Something must be seriously wrong for Mr. I Can Do It Alone to ask to be picked up. "Alright, I'm getting dressed."

"...Thanks. Oh and (Y/N) do you think I've been overdoing it? Seriously." You ruminated on the sentence for a while. You were overcome with joy at the fact that he felt vulnurable enough to ask you something like that, but at the same time you couldn't say he had been. Kunigami'd even been taking extra care of his shoulder lately and not doing any reps for around a week now.

"N-No? But we all have bad days I'll come and get you just hang on." you hummed before hanging up. You hoped he didn't do something crazy today and shuddered remembering how he looked during those Blue Lock Live! games. Sure he was more buff back then but something about him back then was so wild, so different from the sweet, hero-loving, goofball you knew. At least when he got back he responded better to your advice and concern than anyone else's. Even if he was still bitter about some of his other teammates reciving way more fame and publicity...It made you wonder if he felt something for you other than friendship.

No, of course he didn't. He was Rensuke, you'd never heard him express those types of feelings towards anyone. Growing up he'd bash his friends who were always worried about girls or dating and turned down countless advances. That type of stuff just wasn't for him, wouldn't fit in his brain next to all his ideals. Your chest hurt again at this harsh reminder, this time worse, like someone squeezed the air out of you with a compressor.

Just grab your car keys and go pick him up, you thought to yourself, fighting through the intense pain.

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Kunigami was leaning against a tree now, trying to look busy on his phone. But honestly, he was just reading texts from you, looking at photos of you two together. He felt like he needed to tell you so fucking desperately just how much he loved you. But at the same time the thought of scaring away the only friend he had made his skin crawl.

Kunigami quickly hid his device in his pocket as he saw your car pull up to the sidewalk. "Get in!" He was partially shocked you even came. As soon as he sat down next to you in the passengers seat the spots in his vision got worse. He was beginning to think you were somehow the cause. That you'd given him some sort of supernaturally persistant anxiety not even his therapist could get rid of. He wheezed, hard. Bits of blood appeared on the sleeve he leaned into and he could do was quickly wipe it off.

"You've been coughing and junk too, huh? I think something might be going around.." you said, but he only nodded. Rolling down the window to try and get some fresh air. He couldn't look at you, even tired and freshly woken up you glowed in the early morning light, you were breathtaking. His lungs burned almost as hotly as his cheeks. At this point Kunigami was sure he'd die or his lungs would explode or something, all because of his best friend.

#kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #blue lock #bllk #blue lock fanfic #uGueyurihuojie

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discet · 2 years

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Owlhouse AU brainrot: Marcy, after a few weeks in the boiling Isles, begins to think more and more about Anne and Sasha. Wanting to check up on them, Marcy learns a scrying spell/potion. When everything's ready, she casts it - and something goes wrong. There's an explosion of magic, and when the dust settles, there, standing before Marcy, are Anne and Sasha.

Context: AU where Marcy does move to Conneticut without going to Amphibia, ends up going through Eda's teleporter door in place of Luz.

Welp, guess this is my brain until I get this out again. So I am gonna tinker with this premise a bit, but don't let that stop you from writing this is its in your brain.

So to start, I don't think I would let this be the new status quo. I think a big problem with crossovers is cast bloat. Leading to too little narrative to share around.

That said, this would be an incredible premise for an episode/chapter. It's so good. I love it, here is how I think it would go.

This would probably happen midway through Season 1. Marcy, Hunter and Amity are pretty firmly established as the main trio for the story. Hunter has dropped any pretense and has embraced his friendship with Marcy. Amity is somewhere between Adventures in the Elements and Enchanting Grom Fight in terms of her developing crush on Marcy

In my original post I posed 2 different possibilities for how the Calamity Trio handled the move. This episode idea is so good that I think I would choose to have them be still be on speaking terms prior to Marcy getting teleported.

So I think that Marcy has trouble acquiring all the ingredients for the scrying potion, and tries to improvise some substitutions. Ultimately this results in a Planar Binding Potion rather than a scrying spell. One that has to be undone before lets say the next evening or else Anne and Sasha's souls are forfeit. Something serious enough that even at her most selfish Marcy wouldn't ever think of trying to keep them there.

Sasha is fucking bewildered, and while Anne is also confused and weirded out, she is really happy to see Marcy.

Knowing she's going to need help, Marcy seeks out Lilith's help. Lilith basically knows a way to break the binding from her research into curse breaking for Eda, but needs Marcy to get a key ingredient while she prepares the ritual. Knowing she can't do this alone, Marcy seeks out Amity and Hunter's help.

While the circumstances could be better, Marcy is really excited to introduce her old friends to her new friends. And boy, it goes sooo fuckin bad ya'll.

So we have this through line of them going to get this key ingredient, doesn't really matter what it is, just needs to be a macguffin really. Keep in mind that Sasha and Anne have basically had no character development in this AU.

So Sasha is just generally putting down and being dismissive of Marcy, like she's always been. And hunter, who can't recognize it coming from Belos towards him, absolutely clocks how it makes Marcy feels. I think this would also be a early moment of realization for Hunter that his relationship with Belos might be toxic, as Marcy makes excuses for Sasha's attitude and behavior. I think it just increasingly gets under Hunter's skin and he starts sniping back at Sasha until they finally come to blows at the climax of the quest.

I think Amity would be on the same page as Hunter, but she is absolutely tunnel vision on Anne. You see Anne is kind of freaked out and terrified in the Boiling Isles. That plus a mixture of missing Marcy and Anne being Anne, she is being really clingy and physically affectionate with Marcy. And Amity is just simmering in a cauldron of jealousy. She's doing her best to hide it and play nice, but she is also fucking awkward trying to subtly figure out if Anne and Marcy were dating, or are dating, or had feelings that were never acted upon, etc. This all goes right over Anne's head, and she keeps innocently giving the worst answers for Amity's anxieties

Amity: "Did you and Marcy ever talk about romance stuff or...? Anne: "Like shipping, yeah, Marcy was super into fandom stuff. "

Amity: "So you're pretty close with Marcy, huh?" Anne: "Yeah dude! Thick as thieves. You know we used to fall asleep in each other's arms during sleepovers?"

Amity: "I guess you guys experienced a lot growing up together..." Anne: "Definitely, we were each other's first kiss? Back in Kindergarten on Valentine's day."

Hunter and Sasha's fight at the end of the quest ends up jeopardizing Marcy, and Anne and Amity both jump to help her. And in the process Anne finally picks up that Amity is crushing on Marcy.

Ultimately they get the ingredient before the time limit. Sasha is full of salt after her brawl with hunter and basically tries to put an ultimatum on Marcy to stop being friends with Hunter. Marcy tries to reason with her to no avail and Marcy in a moment of growth chooses her new friends over Sasha. Sasha is pissed and basically stalks over to the binding severing and bails.

Anne promises to talk to her, and Marcy notices that Anne looks a little run down and asks if Anne is doing alright. Anne brushes it aside saying she's alright. Just tough trying to keep up with Sash. We'd probably follow up on this in a theoretical Earth arc, if the gang got trapped back in LA like Luz and crew do at the end of S2. Or a cutaway episode where Boiling Isles are bleeding over onto Earth like the episode with V when Luz gets her portal half working.

Lilith would call Marcy over briefly and Anne would take the opportunity to thank Amity and Hunter for befriending Marcy. Then slip Amity some tips on things Marcy might like as gifts, giving Amity a knowing wink before her time is up and she has to go drink the counter magic potion for the Planar Binding.

Ah, what a fun episode. Good times. Alright, back to AWIW now that has been excised from my brain

#Marcy in the Boiling Isles #Marcy Wu #anne boonchuy #Amphibia #the owl house #toh #au

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alittlebirb · 2 years

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How to Be Romantic

Be thoughtful. ...

Express yourself. ...

Give gifts. ...

Know your partner's love language. ...

Listen attentively. ...

Make time for your partner. ...

Show physical affection. ...

BIRB HELP I GOOGLED WHAT ROMANCE IS AND IM EVEN MORE CONFUSED. tryna figure out if im aromantic or not AND THIS CLEARLY DOES NOT HELP. So can you explain what aromantic really means cause i know its not having romantic attraction, but like. what is romance?? google isnt very helpful right now

-A very confused mystery anon that is desperate for explanation and also confused as hecc

SGHDEGHCFH MYSTERY MY BELOVED YOU ARE SO DEAR

Ikr romance is sooooo confusing!! The way people talk about it, the fantasy and the soulmate and the butterflies etc etc etc have never made sense to me. I feel like it really obscures the true nature of this feeling and muddles the understanding of our emotions.

I don't know how much help I'll be, but I'll do my best! I think a lot of my early aromanticism really was this sense of questioning: what even is romance? What makes it different from friendship? I've always felt a bit of disconnect from the concept, and whenever I did associate it with me, I would literally push it to future as something that I would confront when I was "mature" enough. Turns out, most people don't experience romance as the ultimate marker of maturity! They get crushes as kids, they feel puppy love, they entangle themselves into all kinds of drama because of a wayward heart (allegedly)! For lots of people, the emotion of romance isn't an option they can choose or unchoose, it just happens to them. If that's not something you relate to, you might be aromantic.

It's all very very confusing though, and you don't need to have a straight (hah) answer...ever! Tbh, sometimes I still struggle with the idea of romance, although nowadays I realize a lot of it stems from my fear of isolation and the shapeless desire to be treated as an important fixture of someone's life. And that's not inherently romantic. Relationships are so beautiful and complex, and every one you form will be entirely unique. So if you can't pin yourself down, don't fret! Just do what feels best and most fulfilling to you, communicate and connect with people as you wish, and explore the many ways joy can be shared! You've got so much life and potential, and in the grand beauty of your existence, this confusion may eventually become a drop in the pond.

Here are some thoughts you could consider that might clarify some of your emotions though:

Have you ever had a crush? This might seem like a simple question, but oftentimes aros/aspecs confuse the desire for close relationships/the amatanormative pressure to HAVE crushes with crushes themselves.

Imagine being in a romantic relationship with someone. How would you feel if other people looked at you two and interpreted you as dating? How would you feel if your partner themselves saw your relationship as a romantic couple?

Do you like or relate to romances in media, particularly with well-written romances? Even when a romance has lots of enjoyable chemistry and the partnership makes sense, I still feel a sense of disconnect from the story when romance occurs. The experiences these plotlines represent are not ones I relate to.

Lastly, and this one might be very very me-specific, but how do you feel about dating sims? Personally, I really enjoy dating sims, but I get very annoyed when the protagonists start getting romantic, even though it's literally what I signed up for! It's the aromantic in me shining through lol. I just want everyone to be friends.

I hope I was able to assist, even in some small way in your journey beloved Mystery! Know that I'm always willing to talk, even if my capacity to help may be limited (⌒_��;). Have a lovely night, and rest well!!! (≧◡≦) ♡

#birb answers!#aromantic #long post

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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If you’re still taking blurb requests:

👄 sharing their first kiss | 📆 office romance | ⚠️ a love triangle with a character making their final choice

a love triangle for the ages (spencer reid x reader)

summary: after working with spencer for years, reader has finally worked up the courage to admit their feelings for him. someone else beats them to it, leaving spencer with a choice.

category: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

content warnings: mild language, mentions of jeid (it’s not endgame), brief food talk, a sentence of negative self-talk

word count: 2k

a/n: SURPRISE. i'm feeling a little unhinged today so have this. aka, i have a couple huge exams monday/tuesday so i'll be less active this weekend

grecy, you spoil me. this was such a fun prompt. I’ve never actually written a love triangle before so i hope it ends up okay. the alternative title for this is, what if jj confesses her love way earlier in the show and also what if spencer had a relationship that wasn’t doomed to fail from the start.

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The moment you walked into the office and heard the words “physics magic”, you knew you’d fall for whoever had spoken them. Your point was only further proven upon seeing the sweater vest-laden man cheering behind his desk after launching a makeshift rocket across the room.

From the first moment you saw him, you knew Spencer Reid would be the one.

What started as a cute office crush quickly spiraled into one of the best friendships you’d ever had. The two of you went together like peanut butter and jelly, and where one went the other was never too far behind. It only made the team stronger, too, the pair of you able to finish each other’s thoughts and theories better than you ever thought possible.

It was easy with Spencer, and that was the most terrifying part. Terrifying, because even now as you sat working at your desk, you were aware of the man occupying the one beside you. You forced yourself not to focus on the one little curl that had fallen into his face, his hair a little more unruly now that he’d elected to stop slicking it back. You fought not to think about his hands and the way they might feel against you, or the way he looked so effortlessly gorgeous in that red cardigan.

You couldn’t think about it, because over the past couple of years you’d become one of his closest friends. It felt wrong to picture him in that way when he had no clue you ever wanted to. It was even worse now that you knew the whole rest of the team had figured it out too, the only one left out of the loop being the only one who should know.

So maybe that was why, on a random Tuesday in the office, you decided it was time to come clean. For better or for worse, by the end of the day, Spencer would know everything.

“Hey, Spence, wanna take lunch early today?” you asked as you approached his desk, gently tapping his upper arm to get his attention. Sometimes the man could get so deep into his work that it took a physical touch to break the focus.

“Hm?” Spencer hummed, turning his head to look at you and positively beaming. “That sounds great, I have something to tell you.”

“Funny enough, so do I,” you told him, the two of you making your way to the little table in the breakroom.

Spencer pulled out his own carefully packaged lunch, a perfect combination of each food group. You pulled out your own, a few hasty items shoved into a paper bag leftover from your last grocery trip. It was easy to remember when you pestered Spencer into eating healthy lunches after he admitted he often forgot it entirely, but sometimes it was tough to remember to make that choice for yourself.

Spencer eyed your bag, clearly trying not to pass judgment but a bit of a sassy eyebrow twitch coming through anyway. “What’s for lunch today?”

“Doritos and an Uncrustable PB&J,” you answered, happily munching on the first chip.

“I thought we agreed we were both doing better,” Spencer pointed out, gesturing to his little Tupperware container of fruit. “Fruit is considerably less exciting than Doritos.”

“How about I pay a Dorito tax and we’ll call it even?” you suggested, dumping a handful of chips onto a napkin and sliding it over to him.

“I accept these terms, but tomorrow you’re packing a vegetable.”

“I can do that.”

“A green one,” he added, a knowing smirk on his face as he tried to claim victory.

“Well now you’re just being cruel,” you teased.

“So what did you have to tell me?” Spencer asked, causing your heart to race all over again. One moment you were playfully bantering with one of the most important people in your life, and now you were risking all of it on one confession. Could you really do it? What if he didn’t feel the same way?

“You go first,” you deflected instead, figuring you could use the time to re-work up the courage.

“Well,” Spencer began, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and suddenly looking far too nervous for your liking. His eyes looked around the room, landing on just about everything but you, and his cheeks even turned a brilliant shade of pink. “JJ told me she liked me yesterday.”

“Well, I’d hope she does. She’s like one of your best friends,” you pointed out, hoping that was all this was.

“No, I mean, she likes me,” Spencer clarified, practically digging a knife deep into the center of your chest. “Isn’t that great?”

No, it wasn’t great. It wasn’t great at all because JJ was absolutely perfect. She was stunning, and kind, and wanted children right away like you knew Spencer sometimes thought about. She was everything that would make a perfect partner for Spencer, and how could you possibly compete with that?

“Yeah, that’s so great, Spence. I’m happy for you,” you tried, voice rising a little higher in pitch to convey the happiness you certainly weren’t feeling.

“I never thought someone like her could think of me that way,” Spencer admitted, only breaking your heart more that he truly thought that about himself.

“Oh c’mon, you’re a total catch,” you laughed, suddenly feeling less hungry and more sick to your stomach. “And you know what? As my congratulations present to you, please take the rest of these Doritos,” you told him, sliding over the rest of your lunch, “I’m so behind on reports, I need to take a quick lunch today.”

“Wait, what about what you were going to tell me?” Spencer asked, eyebrows tilted in concern as you stood from the table.

“It’s really not that important. I already forgot what it was anyway,” you lied, practically running out of the breakroom and leaving any chance you had with Spencer behind.

It was nearly impossible to focus for the rest of the day. There he was, sitting at the desk beside yours like always, but now you couldn’t even focus on his hair or the way his nose scrunched up when he thought really intensely about something. All you could think about was how much Spencer deserved JJ, how she would make him so happy and for that reason alone you couldn’t even be upset about this.

So at the end of the day when the team decided to go out for drinks, you made up an excuse and rushed out of the office, not wanting to see the happy couple when you knew you’d missed your chance by mere minutes.

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The second you were home, the work clothes came off and the comfy clothes came on. It would be a self-care not for the ages, the hours passed by with movies, and ice cream, and anything else you needed. Because after tonight, you wouldn’t hold onto whatever you felt for Spencer. It wouldn’t be healthy for either of you, not if you wanted to continue the beautiful friendship the two of you had built over the years. You’d have to get used to seeing Spencer and JJ together, and for that reason alone you had to spend tonight saying goodbye to whatever hopeful feelings you once held.

It lasted until midnight. Just as you were starting up another silly rom-com, a knock sounded at your door. Like second nature, your hands were grabbing for your gun and your eyes were scanning the room, trying to search for quick escapes. There was no reason for anyone to be at the house this late, leaving you to only picture the kinds of people you dedicated your life to catching.

Never once did you ever expect to see the man of the hour standing at your door, looking breathless as if he’d run all the way here. Spencer’s hair was a mess, tousled from the wind, and his shirt was rumpled as if he’d been adjusting the collar of it all night. His hands clung to the strap of his messenger bag tightly, knuckles white with the effort.

Most of all, his amber eyes were staring at you as though he saw you in a different light.

“I thought the team was going out for drinks?” you asked, nervousness building up in your body. What was he doing here so late? Was everything okay? Were you called in for a case and missed the bat signal from Hotch?

“We did,” Spencer spoke hurriedly, “and I was trying to figure out what I did to upset you. I didn’t...”

“Spence, it’s okay, you didn’t do an-”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Spencer blurted out, stopping you immediately in your tracks. Oh G-d, he knew. Spencer knew, and he was with JJ, and here was the moment where it all came crashing down.

“I wanted to, but it doesn’t matter now,” you told him gently, “I’ll get over it, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Spencer told you, pulling a wince from you just as quickly. “It’s not okay, because I don’t want you to get over it.”

And, did you hear that right? You searched his expression for any sign of a joke but instead, all you saw was insistent care, a desperation to prove what he was saying was real. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying it was always you, Y/N.” The words stole your breath, plucking it right from your chest and leaving you standing, lips parted and aching for something, anything. “I thought I liked JJ, but I just kept thinking about you. I thought you only saw me as a friend.”

“I thought the same,” you admitted, feeling relieved tears beginning to build in your eyes and hearing them begin to wobble your voice. “I never thought someone like you could think of me in that way,” you echoed his words from earlier.

“Please, from the moment I heard you tell me how to make the physics magic trick fly further, I knew you were special,” Spencer admitted, stepping closer to you until he was close enough to take your hands.

“Did you know it’s safer to kiss than hold hands?” you dared softly, a smile forming on Spencer’s lips at the reference to his own words.

“I did know that,” Spencer answered in the same soft voice, keeping a hold on your hands but leaning to capture your lips in a kiss.

It was everything you ever hoped it would be, and more. People always say that sparks fly when it’s the one, but you never quite believed them until this moment. Spencer was kissing you, was telling you that the feelings you’d been so ashamed of for years had been reciprocated the entire time.

Spencer was choosing you, and what else was there to say?

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! younghoon had to do something for his late bday because i adore him others: juyeon

the disappointed look jacob gives you as he pulls into the parking lot beside your school is that of a parent, deflated with the rowdy actions of their only child

you hold your physics textbook in your lap in the passenger seat and try to smile at him as some sort of compensation

kevin chuckles from the backseat

"can't believe you're stuck in summer school the year before you graduate."

"shutup kevin the only reason you passed physics is because jacob lives down the street from you and let you copy all his old notes. otherwise, you'd be in there with me."

kevin shrugs and motions for you to get out of the car, you stick your tongue out and thank jacob for the ride

"waterparks gonna suck without you."

he says before he rolls up the window

you groan and mutter a "don't remind me about the waterpark dude" before turning to head inside

the room is barely air-conditioned and your summer physics teacher is some old lady who tells you all to read for the next hour and do the exercises on page one hundred and three

she then puts on an ancient pair of headphones and seemingly tunes you and the other summer school students out indefinitely

she doesn't even notice when the door opens half an hour later and in the frame is the tall, almost infuriatingly handsome figure of kim younghoon

you blink back in surprise - i thought he was a pretty good student?

younghoon notices you too, smiling as he passes your desk to sit in the one behind you

you look down at your textbook and suddenly don't know the weird feeling that washes you over

the room is pretty empty, he could sit anywhere else....

five minutes later, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder

you turn and younghoon smiles again - his teeth are blindingly white and he doesn't have one acne scar on his pretty face

"do you know if the teacher took attendance?"

you shake your head, "she's basically been comatose since i got here."

he chuckles softly enough that just the two of you hear it

"got it. so we'll just be sitting here in silence for two hours?"

"looks like it."

he takes a pause and looks at you as if he has something else to ask, but it doesn't come out

the first day then drags its feet until finally it's over and you drop your worksheet off on the desk

the teacher mutters that the homework for tomorrow is the next chapter and you give the fakest smile you can muster before trying to beeline for the door

before you can leave though, younghoon calls out your name and you turn to see him standing in the empty hallway

"if i need help with the homework - can i text you?"

you reluctantly make your way back toward him, you take your phone out and hand it to him

"sure, add yourself to my contacts. god this summer is gonna be so boring."

younghoon takes a moment before handing you back your phone, he nods in agreement

"at least we'll suffer together."

you don't think much of it when he says it - actually you don't think about it at all

the only reason it finds its way back into your head is because later that night your phone vibrates and it says you have a text from 'hoon [seven different flower emojis]'

younghoon?

you open it and see that's a long message whining about the confusing chapter you were assigned. you giggle because you've been whining to yourself while reading it too

but as you start to type out a reply you wonder.........

'at least we'll suffer together'.........we barely even know each other? is it really normal to say that - what about being together with a stranger makes summer school of all things better?

your hand hovers over the send button - you close your phone instead and go back to reading, forgetting about the text and falling over yourself in physics terms you should have remembered when you first were taking the class

the next morning, jacob doesn't drive you to school - you walk there and bump into younghoon whose on his way over too

he somehow manages to look tall and unaffected by the sweltering heat

he waves at you with another one of those priceless smiles

"did you do the homework?"

he asks as you fall into step with each other

"barely - i had to look at cobi's old notes."

"cobi?" younghoon tilts his head and you explain that it's a nickname for jacob

something on younghoon's face is confusing, it's like there's a twinge of sadness but you assume it's just a reflex squint to the glowing sun

"you didn't text me back - so i thought you might have given up on it!"

he laughs slightly and you clasp your hand over your mouth

"oh right! sorry - i must have spaced out and didn't hit send. but i totally agree - fluid mechanics could put anyone to sleep."

before you realize it you and younghoon are in the classroom again, sitting in the same seats

you're early so the teacher isn't there yet and younghoon flips to a page from the chapter to ask you if you know what its talking about

you explain what you think it means (from the information you got from jacob's old notes)

and the entire time you're maybe inches away from each other

when you aren't actively thinking about it, it's fine - but then your hands brush and suddenly it dawns on you and you sit back in your seat suddenly

younghoon senses the shift and opens his mouth to say something when the door swings open and a monotone voice tells you to open up to page one hundred and fifty-seven

like what younghoon said and his text, you soon forget about the momentary skinship

your brain starts to melt of boredom as the class drags on and you get past a note from younghoon when the teacher isn't looking

'do you know the answer for problem #3?'

'it's 23.56 m/s'

'woah you're so smart'

'more like the person who used this textbook before me wrote the equation on the page'

'lucky - let's trade textbooks?'

'in your dreams :P'

another long day comes to an end and you wave a goodbye to younghoon, he smiles and waves back and adds a - "reply to my text this time, ok?"

you nod and only again do you think about what he says when you're home and thinking straight under the graciousness of your AC

does that mean he's going to text me?

and like yesterday, younghoon does text you complaining about the reading

you answer and a conversation that comes almost way too easily starts

this cycle starts anew the next day, and the day after that, until at some point you realize you are forming a sort of summer friendship with kim younghoon

and that's normal - that's fine

but there are moments where you look up at him when you're paired together for a makeshift lab or when you've agreed to stay behind some extra hours to study

that you see younghoon in all this detail up close and he's undeniably handsome but also you see something more

for all the years you've been in the same school together, passed each other at parties, probably even stood together at assemblies

you've taken him at complete face value. perfect proportions, always someones crush, the pretty and popular boy who somehow hasn't added complete selfish jerk to that title as well

he's just - kim younghoon - untouchable, out of anyone's league

and now he's more real.

you see the mole on his neck, the way his eyes crinkle when he finds something really funny, the pickiness of his eating habits and how he can't hold a pen properly with his left hand.

they're things that make him human and they're things that you can't help but notice because like anyone, you are instantly attracted to younghoon

it's just crazy that beyond that face there's a boy who you could easily see yourself falling for

of course, you end the thoughts right there.

even though sometimes, you get a weird kind of feeling that younghoon is noticing something about you too.

it really starts to eat at you after you guys are at the halfway point of summer classes - and you have your first test.

you're both panicking about it, because if you don't pass this one - you probably won't pass the final - which means physics again when autumn comes around

so you and younghoon have been spending a lot of time in the library after class with your textbooks, snacks, and jacob's old notes

of course you're both grinding, but distractions happen and you end up taking a break to toss candy into his mouth and doodle cartoons of your boring teacher in the margins of your notes

giggling like maniacs over the inside jokes about class and school you've both come up with, getting scolded by the ancient librarian if you're just a little too loud about it

and then younghoon asks you: "do you have plans after the test?"

you huff and cross your arms

"yeah, to go home and curl up on my bed and forget it ever happened."

he chuckles, puts his hand on his neck and then pauses - what you think is a light pinkness starts to dust his skin

"same, but if you want instead i though-"

your phone goes off just as the words string together - you pick it up and try to wave an apology to the librarian who rolls her eyes at you

with a whisper you turn your head to answer

"what? jacob? what - no i don't know where kevin is i thought he'd be with you."

younghoon's lips thin out and you barely react as you duck under the table you're studying at to keep your voice low

you finish the call and come back up with a sigh

"what were you saying by the way?"

younghoon shakes his head

"nothing, is kevin ok?"

you get back in your seat and you don't want to comment on the weird thin blanket of tension that seems to undertone the question

"he's fine, jacob will find him over at eric's or something."

you look at younghoon and he doesn't return your gaze, he's pushed his chair in closer to the table and picked up his pen

you do the same and try to break whatever this weirdness is

"should we go over chapter five again?"

that moment replays in your head for almost a week straight, it almost distracts you during the test but thankfully you and younghoon both pass

you flaunt your 84 versus his 82 but the happiness of it seems to wash away any excess awkwardness from before

at least for him, for you - you somehow can't stop analyzing it in your head

to make matters worse, more pocket-sized interactions like this start to pop up

younghoon is always seemingly on the verge of asking you to hang out with him outside of class but he never really does

something always stops him

and you kind of start to wish he just would, or if the question that's always on the tip of his tongue isn't that - then you really want to know what it is

you overthink and it frustrates you more than you admit, but at the same time younghoon had been right when summer started

the fact that you have each other to suffer together actually doesn't make this whole thing worse than it originally was going to be

the only reason you're having a tolerable summer is because of him

you don't want to ruin it by prying him with questions

wanting to know if he wants something more than just a physics class-based friendship

because it gets to a point where you don't know what to do, you ask your best friends

when you explain that you and younghoon just click - and it seems like he might want to be around you more, the way you want to be around him -

jacob and kevin give you the same look

jaocb's just nicer when he says "why don't you ask him to hang out first?"

while kevin just laughs and calls you a big dummy - popular pretty boy or not, that's crushing behavior you're describing

you think about it

what's stopping me from asking him first? seriously - am i going to be that person who needs to wait around for prince charming to pull the first move?

so you decide you will, it takes jacob giving you a pep talk before you go into class the next day but you are resiliant

and when younghoon comes through the door - you stand up

"oh, a standing ovation did i do something right?"

he jokes and you have to tell yourself not to focus on how cute he is and get straight to the point

"do you want to hang out after class?"

younghoon's bag drops from his hands and you both kind of startle at the noise

oh shit. here it comes. the big 'oh i hope you don't think this is something more than it is....' line

"oh - i - sure, i mean i saw jacob's car in the parking lot is he not gonna pick you up later?"

you blink in confusion

"no, why would jacob come pick me up?"

younghoon and you have a moment of complete silence and then

"you're dating him, right?"

you're pretty sure you let out a sound that's a mixture of a little yell and an attempt at a laugh

it's embarrassing and before you can backtrack it, the door opens and the teacher snaps her fingers for you and younghoon to sit

as you do - you realize your entire body has gone kind of numb

is that the reason he's been dancing around me this summer, because of jacob?!?!?!

you turn before the teacher can even write the pages to work on on the board

"no!"

you exclaim and younghoon blinks those big, brown pretty eyes at you

"i am definitely not dating jacob bae!"

a sense of relief seems to wash over his face, but you can't even enjoy the way he looks happy because the teacher clears her throat

"the matter of who you are or are not dating is not the topic of this class - physics is. so pay. attention."

you nod, looking down at your textbook as the other students snicker to themselves

halfway through the class younghoon passes you a note

'how about we go see a movie or something?'

your first date goes well.

actually it goes really really well because it turns out younghoon is scared of horror movies and you're not and when he nearly jumps into your arms with fear you just laugh and hold him close

by the time it ends he's got his head completely in your neck and you have your arms wrapped around his waist

it's actually insane how comfortable you two are with touching each other despite the fact that all of summer you would knock knees and it would set both of you into a state of petrification

and when you text your gc after, jacob sends a thousand loving emojis

and kevin replies with: but is he a good kisser tho?

turns out he is, although he kisses with a shyness that is unexpected considering how loud and fun he can get around you

he lets you take the lead, which is nice, and when you kiss him right on the jawline he inhales sharply and you figure out the part of kim younghoon that gets him all worked up

a secret you're sure the rest of the student body will be jealous of you for knowing

the summer goes from tolerable to magical in the snap of a second

your classes finish, you and younghoon both pass the final and celebrate with ice-cream and a trip to the amusement park

you end up on the ferris wheel and younghoon sheepishly admits he had always been a little sad thinking about how you were doing these fun things with jacob and not with him

and you scrunch your nose up and tell him the last time you and jacob were on a ferris wheel together you were comforting kevin for his random fear of heights

speaking of moonbae, they both really like you and younghoon together

jacob thinks he's a mannered young man and kevin is just like soooooo you're nice enough to put up with them (you) you must be a saint

the four of you finally get to go to that water park you missed out on in the beginning and while you and younghoon are holding hands on the lazy river sharing little cute kisses

kevin is splashing jacob to a point where the lifeguard on duty has to intervene

younghoon still sometimes dances around what he actually wants to say or do - and so you coax it out of him with the threat of complimenting him

which you learn is your greatest weapon, you call him pretty and it's practically game over

but seriously he just tucks you into his arms and mumbles something and you're like hmmm and he's like mumbling and you're like younghoon words or i will list the top five things i like about you and he's like

"oK i just wanted to ask if you wanted to stay over........."

you do :) and when you take the liberty of stealing a big flannel of his younghoon hides his face in his hands for like ten minutes straight

before autumn finally comes around for good - you and younghoon talk about how you both flunked physics

you explain that you just did not put the effort in at all and skipped more times than you could count, but younghoon just says he thinks he just messed up pretty bad on the final

"why did you do bad on the final?"

he looks away and you scoot closer, "younghoon?"

"well remember how we all took the final with our seats switched ..... the teacher put me next to you and it was distracting...."

"no way - are you saying im the reason you were in summer school?!?!"

you sit up and younghoon does too with a laugh

"maybe - but it was worth it. i got to spend a whole summer with you."

years down the line you still bring the story up as a fun meet-cute

everyone thinks younghoon is 100% joking, there's no way he failed a final because he was sitting next to his crush

but younghoon swears it's the reason why - he's sure if he could find his original test paper he could show everyone that where he was supposed to have written out the equation he just wrote your name down ten times

jacob accuses him one day for flunking it on purpose since he probably knew you were going to end up in summer school

you turn to your fiancee and ask him is that true, did he really fail it on purpose to spend more time with you?

younghoon's ears turn pink and the whole room erupts into laughter

"younghoon, why would you do that!"

you push him gently, your hand on his chest with the glittering band he gifted you

he shrugs back with a big smile

"i really really really liked you - and hey, it worked out didn't it?"

#listen to me. writing about him is like making me walk through fire i like him so much #younghoon au #younghoon scenarios #younghoon imagines #younghoon #the boyz #the boyz au #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #tbz scenarios #tbz au #tbz #sfw #nostalgia au #kim younghoon #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader

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ffamranxii · 3 years

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HAIKYUU!! COUPLES HEADCANONS

DAISUGA

-Daichi goes to the gym to work out. Suga goes to the gym to ogle Daichi

-Suga has a massive sweet tooth

-Daichi cooks, Suga cleans

-Suga is a little shit who is not above seducing Daichi in public. He can say the most lewd things without batting an eye while Daichi blushes furiously

-Daichi and Kuroo once hooked up at training camp. They do not talk about it

-Daichi is good friends with Michimiya and Kiyoko. Suga is closer to Asahi

-Daisuga rarely fight and are often asked for relationship advice. Daichi tries to discourage this because “guys I didn’t realize Yui had a crush on me or that Suga was in love with me for three years.”

-Daichi can’t dance, won’t dance, and refuses to acknowledge the time he got trashed and twerked

-Suga dislikes his given name unless it’s said by Daichi, who is the only person allowed to call him Koushi

-Suga is extremely flexible. Daichi is not.

-Daichi or Suga getting hit on makes Daichi uncomfortable. Getting hit on amuses Suga, and Daichi getting hit on makes him horny

-It took all of high school for Daisuga to get together, because Daichi is oblivious and Suga assumed Daichi wasn’t into him. Daichi’s dumbness and their mutual pining becomes a fond, shared joke several years later

-Daichi has no gag reflex.

-Daisuga have a very fat, very orange cat named Ninja. He’s surprisingly fast and agile despite looking like a furry basketball. (Daichi is a dog person and did not even want Ninja at first. He suspects Kuroo had something to do with this. Suga sometimes playfully gets upset because “Ninja likes you better than me, Dai!”)

-Everyone expects Suga to be the dominant one but Suga is more than willing to be submissive for Daichi and has on several occasions

ASANOYA

-Noya gets up before sunrise to run. Asahi would rather die than leave his bed before 8am

-Noya turns the coffee pot on and cooks breakfast to lure Asahi out of bed

-Noya is surprisingly patient, gentle, quiet, and kind when it comes to Asahi and his insecurities

-Noya is the type to bottle his insecurities and fears until they explode. The only one who can calm him back down is Asahi

-Asahi makes bratty faces when he thinks Noya isn’t looking

-Noya and Tanaka spend a lot of time with Daisuga because of the Daichi&Suga&Asahi&Kiyoko friendship. Asahi and Ennoshita become good friends

-Asahi doesn’t understand the distance between Noya and his sisters because Asahi is very close to his

-It is impossible to embarrass Noya

-Asahi gets a lot of inspiration for his fashion designs from traveling with Noya

-Noya knows how to braid hair and likes to play with Asahi’s

-Asahi enjoys physical affection but dislikes overt PDA. Noya would happily climb Asahi like a tree in public if Asahi would let him

-Only Asahi calls Noya by his given name

-Noya knows he likes Asahi early on but Asahi’s panic (“omg someone LIKES me?? NOYA likes me?? My crush??”) at his confession prevent them getting together until after the Date Tech match (after Asahi rejoins the team).

-Noya is affected by wanderlust and that’s why he travels. Sometimes Asahi joins him. They get married in Canada during one of these trips. (I once read a fantastic asanoya fic where a significant event happened in Canada so Canada is my asanoya place now)

-Noya sends Asahi a postcard from every place he’s ever visited. Sometimes he’ll spend over half an hour trying to find the *best* one, only to buy them all and send them as a sort of big long letter. Asahi saves them all in a photo album that lives on the coffee table. (Some people have a coffee table book, Asahi has a photo album.)

-Noya prefers to top. The one thing he’s really uncomfortable with is being on the bottom (physically laying beneath someone and also sex).

KUROKEN

-Kuroken have a black cat and a calico and enjoy naps on the couch with the kitties. Kuroo has SO MANY pictures in his phone of Kenma curled around the kitties.

-Kuroo: “Love you.” Kenma: “Hate you.”

-Kenma CAN cook, but likes that Kuroo likes taking care of him

-Every game Kuroo has ever owned is multiplayer because he only games with Kenma

-Kenma’s favorite games involve critical thinking and puzzles. Kuroo enjoys watching him play

-Kuroo is an introvert masquerading as an extrovert. Kenma is an introvert. They enjoy quiet nights in.

-Kuroo has anxiety. Kenma always knows when Kuroo is anxious and how to fix it

-People make Kenma anxious. Kuroo makes himself anxious.

-Kenma’s nicknames for Kuroo are Kuro and Koroemon. Kuroo calls Kenma Kyanma and kitten

-Kuroo has been in love with Kenma for as long as he can remember, since they were kids. Kenma knows this, but doesn’t understand he feels the same way until Kuroo goes off to college

-Kuroo is the one who discovered Daichi’s lack of gag reflex. He’s delighted to learn that Kenma lacks one as well

-Kenma moves more slowly than Kuroo. He’s not as comfortable with physical affection and sex as Kuroo is. Their relationship progresses slowly, and Kuroo lets Kenma lead.

-After Kenma’s confession, how he feels about Kuroo is one of the very few things Kuroo does not doubt or make himself anxious over.

-Kuroo can, will, and has go(ne) on and on and ON about Kenma until someone shuts him up. It drives Yaku up the fucking wall in high school.

-Kenma does a retro game stream once or twice a month made up of games he and Kuroo used to play as kids. Kuroo actually games with him on those days and Kenma’s followers are quick to notice and speculate because Kenma has literally never gamed with another person in the same room before. Sometimes Kenma can only post the actual gameplay because Kuroo ruined the footage of them by being excessively sappy. (Kuroo is NOT above flirting and dirty talk to get an edge and Kenma doesn’t really think his fans need to know that.)

-Kuroken do not talk about Kuroo’s mom or sister

-The Kozumes love “Tetsu-chan” and Kuroo’s grandparents adore Kenma. Kuroken get along with each other’s families better than they do their own.

-Kuroo is tactile. He’s that ass-slapping friend. Kenma thinks he’s ridiculous

-Kuroo used to be dislike Hinata, because Kenma and Hinata are extremely good friends and Kuroo was afraid Hinata would take Kenma away from him. Kenma has assured him he doesn’t like Hinata like that but Kuroo doesn’t warm up until Hinata starts dating Kageyama

BOKUAKA

-Akaashi is 100% in charge of the house and the financials and his word is law. Not because he’s an asshole but because Bokuto is whipped

-Akaashi is a screamer. Bokuto has a big dick.

-Bokuto is the calmest between him and his sisters. His sisters have formed an Akaashi fanclub

-Bokuaka kiss a lot during sex

-Bokuto fucking loves owls

-Akaashi used to be embarrassed over being a manga editor but Bokuto thinks it’s the coolest job ever, “even better than mine!” When his authors need references, Akaashi sends them pictures of Bokuto. Bokuto takes this responsibility very seriously

-Bokuaka exclusively refer to each other by first name but Akaashi can’t break the habit of using -san

-Akaashi and Kenma are very good friends. Bokuto thinks they might even be better bros than him and Kuroo. (Kenma is one of the few people Akaashi calls by first name, and one of the only people who calls Akaashi by his.)

-Akaashi overthinks as a result of anxiety, but he doesn’t think he has anxiety. He prefers to call it “seeing the issue from all sides”

-Akaashi and Bokuto do yoga together. Bokuto behaves himself surprisingly well around Akaashi in yoga pants

-Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani after watching Bokuto play and literally for no other reason

-Bokuaka are the embodiment of love at first sight and their relationship has an unreal, almost storybook quality to it because they are literally perfect for each other. Because of this, Bokuto doesn’t understand why other people struggle so much to start and maintain a relationship, no matter how many times Kuroo tells him “just because your relationship is straight out of a movie doesn’t mean the rest of the world works like that”

-Bokuaka have a koi pond in their backyard and have named all the fish. Bokuto always asks about them when he’s away for games

IWAOI

-Iwaizumi cooks and cleans because he’s always been the one taking care of Oikawa, but he refuses to fold the laundry because “I’m not doing everything for you, you fucking freeloader”

-Iwaizumi cooks healthy “old man food.” Oikawa’s sweet tooth suffers

-Oikawa is that guy who puts more cream and sugar and other additives in his coffee than actual coffee. He’s tried all of Starbucks’ seasonal drinks and never gets the same thing twice

-Iwaoi have very heated arguments about if Godzilla can kick King Kong’s ass or not. Iwaizumi of course sides with Godzilla

-Iwaoi once fought about the original purpose of Stonehenge and now no one can mention England without it coming back up

-Oikawa only became comfortable with his glasses because Iwaizumi likes them

-Iwaoi have been friends since they were in diapers. The whole volleyball team took bets on when they’d announce their relationship

-Both the Oikawas and the Iwaizumis respond when either boy calls for mom or dad. Oikawa calls his sister Nee-chan while Iwaizumi says Oneesan

-Iwaizumi’s favorite of Oikawa’s features is his legs. Oikawa is in love with Iwa’s arms

-Neither of them can remember when they started liking each other or how their relationship started

-Iwaoi are shockingly codependent and do NOT do separation (during university in Argentina/California or for away games) well

-Deep down Oikawa is extremely insecure and worries he isn’t enough - in volleyball, in school, in his family, in his relationship. Iwaizumi always knows when he’s putting on a front and how to cheer him back up

-Iwaizumi is secretly so soft and weak for Oikawa

-After the Olympics Iwaizumi moves to Argentina to be with Oikawa and they get married. They move back to Japan after Oikawa retires from volleyball and after gay marriage becomes legal there

-Oikawa keeps various plants around the house and the patio and is extremely proud of them. He paints all their pots and even names some of them (which Iwaizumi thinks is disgustingly cute). His most prized plant is a lucky bamboo he bought on a whim when iwaoi first moved in together.

-Oikawa can’t deepthroat. It makes him so jealous that Iwaizumi can

-Iwaizumi blushes whenever Oikawa gives him a genuine compliment

-Iwaizumi has a praise kink. Oikawa has a “whatever comes out of Iwa’s mouth” kink

-Iwaizumi has dom tendencies.

#haikyuu #headcanons #daisuga #asanoya #kuroken #bokuaka #iwaoi #updated it #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutaru #akaashi keiji #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

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thornedrose44 · 3 years

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Prompt: Lena accidentally creates something that makes everyone attracted to her except kara (she is immune) basically jealous!kara 😬

Read on AO3 (Prompt from @urjustwaiting)

“My dearest Lena,” Brainy began, brown eyes bright and earnest as he cradled Lena’s hand in both of his like it was something precious and fragile, “I have always considered you to be my intellectual equal and a friend of the highest order. Recently, however, I have found my feelings of friendship for you have shifted - grown into something unexpected and wondrous.”

Brainy inhaled sharply, gathering his courage as Lena’s eyes widened with abject shock and horror at what was occurring.

“Lena Luthor, I have fallen irrevocably in love with you”, Briany declared confident and unfalteringly certain, “and I was wondering if I could spend time conversing with you over a sizeable meal?”

To say Lena’s day had started strangely would be the understatement of the century. She had arrived at the DEO following the news that there had been an attempted break-in last night at the secret facility that had been successfully fended off by Kara, Brainy, Nia and Andrea (the newest superhero to join the club).

Alex, who had taken her first night off since becoming director, had rushed onsite as soon as she was alerted to what had happened; her first order had been to bring Lena in to evaluate the building’s defenses and put in suitable improvements for any weaknesses identified. It was a sign of how much trust Lena had earned amongst the Superfriends, and more specifically Alex, that no one hesitated to call her in for help with something as sensitive as security flaws.

Lena had fought hard to earn back the trust she had nearly lost, rebuild the bridges both sides had burnt and therefore she didn’t balk at the ridiculously early wake-up call and did not even consider saying no to Alex’s request.

The second she arrived at the DEO, she knew something was off.

People were staring at her, which shouldn’t have been odd for a Luthor in the slightest but Lena was used to being ignored at the DEO. The agents milling the corridors would give fleeting glances and welcoming nods but nothing more - many of them owed their life to a last minute scientific breakthrough courtesy of Lena’s intellect and as such they respected her enough to treat her like she was one of them - like she belonged here - because of it. Walking into the DEO to find herself the subject of many furtive gazes and unsubtle wandering eyes was therefore worrisome to say the least.

Lena’s concern merely increased as she made her way further into the DEO where she couldn’t go more than a metre without being approached by agents trying out a cheesy pick-up line or inviting her to coffee/dinner. Two rather charming agents actually dropped down on one knee at the same time to propose to her there and then - Lena was saved from answering as her wannabe future spouses got into a fist fight. The worst one, by far, was Pam from HR who shouted that she was enthusiastically willing to bear all of Lena’s future children - Lena promptly sprinted into the command centre and had been momentarily relieved to see Brainy there waiting for her.

The relief was obviously dashed a minute later when Brainy grabbed her hand and sweetly announced his love for her.

“Brainy, what the hell!?”

Those were the exact words Lena had wanted to shout but had been unable to find her voice to do so, thankfully (or not so as the case may be), Nia had voiced them for her and was striding into the room with a furious expression on her face.

“Nia, it’s not what it looks like-” Lena rushed to reassure as Nia pushed her boyfriend away from the youngest Luthor.

“How could you?!” Nia demanded, rounding on the Coulan.

“Nia, I think there’s something wrong-” Lena began to interrupt, knowing how much Brainy loved Nia and her alarm bells from the agents earlier ringing loudly in her head when....

“I wanted to ask her out.” Nia exclaimed stamping her foot childishly before turning to face Lena with fluttering eyelashes and a seductive pout. “Lena, please my love is far more real than Brainy’s. Don’t go out with him.” Nia pleaded as Briany scoffed derisively behind her.

“Lena is smart enough to see through your fraudulent affection. She was on the precipice of accepting my offer of a date.” Briany cut in with a superior raise of his chin.

“No, she wasn’t!” Nia rebuked, turning back to Brainy with clenched fists.

“Yes, she was!” Brainy returned, chest puffing out as they both stepped forward as if to engage in battle when a sudden red and blue blur appeared between them as a physical barrier.

“What on Earth is going on?” Kara questioned, brow creased in confusion as she looked between the couple that seemed to be seconds away from trading blows.

“I LOVE LENA MORE!” They both shouted in answer whilst they simultaneously lunged towards one another.

“What?!” Kara gasped as she hurriedly tried to keep the two apart. “Lena?” Kara asked, wide-eyed and gobsmacked, clearly looking for an explanation.

“I don’t know!” Lena responded quick and panicked. “I came in and everyone’s been…”

“Everyone’s been what?” Kara prompted as she ducked a wild swing from a feisty Nia.

“Like this.” Lena gestured to Briany and Nia who were futilely trying to dodge around the kryptonian superhero.

Kara blinked rapidly at this information but reacted quickly, super speeding Brainy and Nia away from the command centre as carefully as she could. Kara was back less than a minute later, appearing harried and uncomfortable but she wasn’t looking at Lena any differently to normal. Soft blue eyes watched her the exact same way and as soon as she was back, she gently encouraged Lena into their standard hug with a light touch to her elbow.

Lena folded happy and willing into Kara’s arms burying her face into the kyrptonian’s shoulder as Kara gently stroked her back.

“So… interesting morning so far?” Kara teased managing to pull forth a relieved chuckle from the CEO.

“You could say that.” Lena sighed, letting her eyes slip closed for a fleeting second as she quickly inhaled Kara’s familiar airy scent before pulling away and putting her armour back on. “I seem to have suddenly become irresistible to everyone here.” Lena explained, nearly convincing herself that she saw a flash of a sad pout on her best friend’s face when she ended their hug. “Except for you, of course.” Lena clarified.

“Well… uh… I…” Kara stammered, face blushing a bright red as she self-consciously rubbed the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry, Kara, I’m not offended.” Lena reassured, giving Kara an out even as it caused her heart to painfully twinge with a familiar loss and yearning that always accompanied the realisation that Kara would never see her the same way.

“Lena-” Kara began, lips pressed tight together as she took a tentative step forward.

“Lena, there you are!”

Kara and Lena’s heads turned immediately to see Andrea striding into the room, dressed to impress in a tight black dress and red soled heels that drew attention to her long, sinful legs.

“Oh, dear…” Lena murmured, swallowing thickly, as Andrea approached with a dark predatory gaze that promised to fulfill all of Lena’s long forgotten teenage fantasies.

Lena was so fixated on the sight of her first crush looking like she was about to devour her right there in the DEO command centre that she didn’t see the heavy frown form on Kara’s face, nor the way blue eyes flickered red for a flash.

The sound of a rumbling growl was the only thing that broke through Lena’s stupor and pre-empted a red-blue blur sweeping Andrea out of the room, presumably to deposit her in the same place as Brainy and Nia.

“Was that your stomach?” Lena asked when Kara reappeared a few moments later.

“Was what my stomach?”

“That growling noise?” Lena inquired with a tilt of her head.

“Uhhhh….” Kara’s mouth opened and closed, the tips of her ears turning red before she nodded her head in jerky agreement. “Yep, stomach, super hungry, no breakfast.”

“You must be, you’re dropping verbs.” Lena joked.

“Uh huh.” Kara muttered, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as she intermittently shot discouraging glares to any agents that looked like they were even considering coming up to Lena. “Do you have any idea what’s causing this?” Kara questioned, placing her hands on her hips and trying to ease into her Supergirl persona.

“No.” Lena answered honestly.

“Were you exposed to anything? Or working with anything that might have caused something like this?” There was no accusation within the questions, just genuine curiosity and a desire to work through the possible causes. Lena didn’t doubt Kara’s trust in her, not after everything they had been through.

“No.” Lena replied after thinking carefully.

“You were here yesterday and everyone was fine.” Kara rationalised, “So it must have happened since you left.”

“Kara, I didn’t do anything after I left. I went home, watched a documentary, had a bath and went to bed as I promised you.”

Lena’s work hours since re-taking L-Corp as her own had exploded and her rare free time was regularly being utilised to support the Superfriends. Lena had spent yesterday tweaking Kara’s supersuit to improve its diagnostic capabilities to provide Kara an edge when flying into an unknown situation. It had taken Kara forcibly frog marching her out of the building and using her puppy dog eyes to get Lena to promise that she would finally go home and relax.

“Good girl.” Kara said, softening immediately at Lena’s answer, blue eyes twinkling with pride.

Lena internally screamed at herself to keep her praise kink under tight control.

“Then maybe something happened overnight? Or whilst you were on your way in?” Kara continued to theorise allowing Lena much needed time to regain her cool.

“Unlikely,” Lena replied thoughtfully, “I stopped for coffee on my way in and no one there acted oddly. It wasn’t until I got to the DEO that things changed.”

“Then-”

“SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON!” Alex announced as she strode in, practically snarling at the agents that were working at their consoles, all of whom had looked a second away from getting to their feet and rushing eagerly towards the older Danvers as soon as she appeared.

Kara, meanwhile, instantly moved to be slightly in front of Lena like a personal shield ready to jump forward but careful not to overstep and diminish the CEO’s autonomy - Lena couldn’t help how her heart fluttered at Kara’s mindful concern.

“Are you in love with Lena too?” Kara challenged, narrowing her gaze at her sister.

Alex came to a sharp and sudden stop, jaw dropping open as she looked between Kara and Lena, “Too?” Alex echoed, and Lena watched in confusion as a slow and incredibly bright grin appeared to light up the Director’s face. “Did you finally-”

“BrianyandNiaareinlovewithLena!” Kara yelled, panicked and fast paced, hands flapping wildly at her sides.

The smile vanished alongside whatever Alex had been about to say. “I’m sorry, did you say Brainy and Nia are in love with Lena?”

“Yep.” Kara popped as she let out an unusually large sigh of relief that made Lena think she may have missed something important in the sister’s aborted interaction. “As well as nearly all the DEO agents, but no one from the coffee shop so we think it's localised to here which is weird because we can’t seem to find a potential cause that would explain that.” Kara rambled, clearly intent on brushing over whatever had just happened. “Therefore I asked if you were in love with Lena like Briany, Nia and Andrea.” Kara explained placing unnecessary emphasis on their friends' names.

Alex glanced from Kara to Lena, frowning heavily, “Sorry Lena but I’m quite happily taken.”

“Shame.” Lena tsked, earning her an affectionate eye roll from the redhead, before being struck by a sudden realisation. “Wait, then why were you coming in yelling that something weird is going on if you didn’t know about me?”

Alex shot a look over her shoulder before moving closer to the other two and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “People are being… ‘overly friendly’ to me.”

Kara and Lena shared a look.

“Hey!” Alex snapped, bringing guilty green and blue eyes back to her. “I’m being serious here!”

“So by ‘overly friendly’ you mean…” Lena prompted.

“People keep trying to hug me and ask me how my day is going. And they keep… complimenting me.” Alex whispered like she was sharing some heinous crimes.

Both Kara and Lena’s eye muscles twitched with the desire to share another look but they managed to resist - just.

“It’s weird.” Alex defended haughtily. “Yesterday, they were too scared to look me in the eye for longer than a second and now they can’t go ten seconds without giving me a motivational speech about how good a job I’m doing.”

“It could be worse.” Lena said trying to be comforting,

“How?” Alex huffed.

“Well, Pam from HR told me she wanted to bear my children.” Lena said with a shrug that was immediately followed by a loud CRUNCHING noise.

Lena turned to find the source of the ear-splitting sound only to discover that the round titanium table Kara had been leaning against was now heavily crumpled around two tightly clenched kryptonian fists.

“Kara?” Lena squeaked whilst Alex merely face-palmed.

***

“It doesn’t make sense.” Lena mused, unknowingly posed like ‘The Thinking Man’ on the stool as Alex and Kara paced the space.

They had made the wise decision to move to what was considered Lena’s lab at the DEO to free themselves of the foot traffic of the command centre that had both Danvers sisters glowering at any agents that dared to approach (though for vastly different reasons).

“What are you thinking Luthor?” Alex asked, plopping herself down heavily on the stool by the CEO.

“Disparate pieces that don’t logically fit together.” Lena murmured quietly more to herself than to the other two before she lifted her head and tried to slowly talk through what her mind was attempting to process. “Whatever happened, clearly happened in the last,” Lena glanced at her watch, grimacing at the time as her head pounded with lack of sleep, “eight hours. I left here at six yesterday and no one was acting any differently to normal. Whatever has happened changes people’s behaviour towards us.” Lena gestured between herself and Alex, “but only us. And whatever is doing it is localised to the DEO.”

Lena paused, giving the sisters a chance to disagree with her assertion of facts, both Danvers nodded in agreement and encouragement to continue.

“Therefore, we have two options:” Lena continued, laying out the two theories she was working with, “either something happened at the DEO that is causing this and we are merely triggers for it. Or something happened specifically to us and being here is triggering it.”

Alex pursed her lips, thinking carefully through Lena’s logic, “Which do you think is more likely?”

“Something happening at the DEO.” Lena answered with a shrug, “One target, one location, rather than two is more straightforward.”

“Agreed.” Alex sighed, “And we know something did happen after we both left last night.”

“The attempted break in.” Lena concurred.

Alex nodded, shifting to face the kryptonian who had been listening intently to the conversation, “Kara, give us a rundown of what happened.”

Kara frowned, hands moving to rest on her hips in classic Supergirl pose, “It was just dumb thugs looking to make a quick buck. They’d stumbled upon some alien tech that they knew fetched a good price on the black market. Rather than sell it quickly and get away with it, they got greedy. They knew more tech was held here and figured they could double their profits if they used the tech they already had to pull off a heist.”

“I want it noted that the DEO is the worst kept secret in this city,” Lena snarked, with a roll of her eyes, “and that’s saying something considering Supergirl's disguise is a pair of glasses.”

“Noted,” Alex grunted, shooting the youngest Luthor a smug smirk, “which is why making it your job to fix that for us.”

Lena chuckled darkly, “You couldn’t afford my consultation fees.”

Alex’s smugness increased tenfold at that, her chin lifting defiantly as she laid down her ace, “That’s why I’m making Kara be the one to ask you.”

Lena gasped, utterly outraged, “You underhanded-“

“Guys, focus!” Kara bellowed, clapping her hands loudly together to break the two of them out of their regular snarky banter that could go on for a good hour if not interrupted quickly (it was how they showed their affection for one another).

“Right.”

“Sorry.”

Alex and Lena murmured apologetically, gazes dropping to the floor as Kara shook her head in amusement at their familiar antics.

“What tech did they use?” Alex questioned, bringing them back on track.

“Stupid gas.”

Lena’s brow furrowed at the response and Alex’s aggrieved grunt that followed it, “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a bio weapon that makes-“

“People stupid?” Lena guessed.

“Hyper emotional, but… yeah.” Alex clarified, “Like when I was exposed to it, I just laughed for like an hour straight.”

Lena hummed thoughtfully, brain whirring away to make connections with this new information, “Are kryptonians immune?”

“No.” Alex laughed, earning her a pout from the Super that made Lena take a mental note to beg Kara for the obvious story behind it another time.

“Then why isn’t Kara affected by all of this?” Lena questioned, throwing in the other variable they hadn’t considered.

“Now that you mention it, the stupid gas didn’t work on me last night.”

Alex’s face scrunched up in confusion, “It did last time.”

Kara shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, “I think Lena’s upgraded suit protected me.”

“My upgraded…” Lena began slowly, her eyes suddenly going wide as she recognised the suit Kara was currently wearing to be the one she had been tinkering with all day yesterday, “Kara, I told you not to wear that yet. I hadn’t finished tweaking it!”

Kara winced at the sharp tone, hands flying up in supplication and surrender, as she whined defensively, “It worked perfectly Lena.”

“That’s not the point-“ Lena rebuked, crossing her arms aggressively causing the superpowered alien to shrink under her green-eyed glare.

“Kara’s not affected...” Alex murmured, though her voice was quiet there was something sharp to her tone that cut through the room - it was the tone that preceded a ‘Eureka’.

“Alex?” Kara and Lena both prompted.

“I have an idea.” Alex announced jumping to her feet, and snatching up her jacket, “I need to test something out.”

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Kara called out as Alex rushed out of the lab.

“I’m thinking that I’m grateful I memorised the number of that twenty four hour Chinese takeaway.”

***

Lena and Alex stood back and watched in complete horror as the DEO agents ravaged the table loaded up with potstickers, stuffing their mouths with ten at a time and throwing punches over the last handfuls. They had to forcibly pull Kara away from the scene who twitched with the obvious desire to throw herself into the mix to get a share for herself.

“I don’t understand.” Kara wailed, stamping her foot pathetically, once they had returned to the lab.

“Oh my god.” Lena muttered, snatching up the tablet she had been using yesterday and scrolling through everything she had done to Kara’s suit, leaving the explanation task to the older Danvers.

“They’re feeling what you feel.” Alex announced, “Lena and I aren’t the catalyst. You are.”

Kara’s crinkle appeared and deepened.

“It’s why everyone has been so friendly to Alex.” Lena mumbled, taking over the explanation absentmindedly as she distractedly ran through data, looking between the suit upgrades and the specification of ‘Stupid Gas’. “They feel your sisterly love for her and are treating her like you would but to an extreme degree. It must be because of their exposure to the gas mixed with some upgrade I put into your suit.” Lena frowned, mind running a mile a minute, “I fitted in further diagnostic capabilities that might be able to identify biological toxins and alert you, but-“ Lena froze, head snapping upwards to stare dumbly at her best friend, her entire brain grinding to a dead halt.

“Lena?” Kara inquired, blue eyes instantly glowing with concern at Lena’s absolute stillness and dead-eyed stare.

Alex nudged Kara’s side and whispered helpfully, “I think she’s just realised.”

“Realised what?”

Alex directed a soft and understanding smile at her sister, “How people have been acting towards her and what that means…”

“Oh…” Kara squeaked, paling considerably and breath held tight as she waited for Lena to finally react.

“You want to bear my children?!” Lena yelled incredulously, shattering the awkward silence with that explosive revelation.

Kara’s entire body flushed crimson, as she spluttered out (unable to stop herself), “Ummm… I mean… Preferably after a few dates…”

“Annnnnnd that’s my cue…” Alex announced, turning on her heel sharply and marching out of the room.

Lena blinked repeatedly, still not fully rebooted from this turn of events and everything it could potential - hopefully - entail.

“Lena… I…” Kara began, voice thick with emotion as she took timid, shaky steps towards her best friend, “I don’t know what to say…”

“You love me?” Lena asked, the bluntness of the question softened by the tremble to her voice that highlighted the vulnerability and hope of the question.

It was the hopefulness in Lena’s voice and the way green eyes were dark with poorly hidden want that gave Kara the courage to lift her chin, puff out her chest and declare sincerely, “More than anything.”

Lena let out a shaky breath, throwing her tablet down on the bench and demanding sternly, “Take off the suit.”

“Really?” Kara’s eyes bulged at the request, the flush from earlier deepening to a boiled crimson, “I mean I’m not saying no but I was kind of hoping we could go out on a date first. Maybe? If you’re interested?”

“Kara,” Lena said stepping forward into Kara’s personal space which effectively stopped Kara’s ramble, “you’re still wearing the upgraded suit which is feedbacking to everyone in the DEO your emotions. If you take it off everyone goes back to normal.”

“Oh,” Kara breathed, shaking her head with embarrassment, “I thought-“

Lena reached out, threading her fingers through Kara’s golden hair affectionately before seeking out the nape of her neck to gently tug Kara down the couple of inches between them so that she could press their lips hotly together. Kara’s hands instantly sought out Lena’s hips even as her mouth slipped open granting access to Lena’s insistent tongue.

Lena’s free hand traced the emblem on the supersuit whilst she teased her nails against Kara’s neck earning her an appreciative groan that served as the only warning before Kara effortlessly hoisted Lena up onto the lab bench pressing eagerly forward into the space between Lena’s legs.

Lena nipped at Kara’s bottom lip before breaking away, panting heavily to regain her breath. Kara, meanwhile, didn’t even hesitate to track kisses down Lena’s jaw and neck, sucking at her pulse-point until Lena’s legs wrapped tightly around Kara’s body desperately trying to earn some relief.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Lena gasped.

“Oh, I do.” Kara murmured earnestly, leaning back to fully appreciate how wrecked Lena looked.

Lena lightly shoved Kara back with a playful laugh, fingers tapping against the edges of Kara’s supersuit emblem as she quirked a mischievous eyebrow. “The sooner you take this off, the sooner the problem is fixed and we can go on that date.”

Kara’s entire expression lit up at that and in flash she had disappeared only to return less than a second later dressed in the DEO sweatsuit that Lena adored.

“Shall we?” Kara checked, bouncing up and down so excitedly that Lena couldn’t resist pulling her back in for another deep kiss.

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #supercorp fic #supercorp prompt

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teklarn · 3 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓹𝓽. 2)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

a/n: ok so i just started writing on tumblr and honestly in my opinion for my first time posting smth on this the first part did really well thank u for all the likes :) (told from second pov; e.g you, your) reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: a lil bit angsty

warnings: cursing, jealousy, mutual pining, slow burn romance, aged-up to third year, love triangle (square?), physical injuries, kirishima gets a little toxic, also shirtless bakugou (awooga), a crap ton of time skips bc i can’t write action scenes for shit, bakugou is a flirt (lowkey but yeah), mentions of blood

word count: 2112

pt 1 , pt 3

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kirishima had broken the skin on his lower lip with how hard he was biting it. he stood in the bathroom, rinsing his mouth, ignoring the slight sting the water brought.

y/n was currently being blasted by bakugou, and they were fighting back.

jealousy panged in his chest.

bakugou had never let him know about how he felt about you, however kirishima was sure he felt something for them. you and bakugou were both a jumble of prideful and longing stares towards each other from across every room. the tension was thick enough to slice through. and while kirishima would never make a move in fear of ruining the friendship between him and bakugou, as well as him and y/n, gosh it didn’t stop him from wanting to.

he’d stood on the side, cheering you on to no end. the sports festival last year, the year before that, training exercises, he was always there. kirishima was always there.

whenever you needed him, whenever you wanted his company. so what did bakugou have over him? sure, the blond was strong and had bigger goals than kirishima, but why should that matter?

what did bakugou have? why would you want him more when he was never near you? never made an effort to see you to be there when you asked for help.

it was popular belief that bakugou was a noisy idiot, but he was actually quite a quiet boy. he didn’t bother to raise his hand in class, however he always knew the answer. he spoke rarely and only made conversation with those he was close with if they were the ones to make the effort to converse with him first.

jealousy, jealousy, jealousy. kirishima despised it.

whenever did he begin wanting to beat bakugou at something?

the cloud of guilt welling up in his chest was going to become unbearable, and soon everything he ever wanted to say was going to come up like word vomit at the worst possible time.

you swiped at your cheek, brushing off the crumbling dirt. your timing had been off, and their flip backwards had landed you in an awkward position. a vulnerable one.

honestly, though, it wasn’t like it really mattered. bakugou was a bit transparent himself. he wore a smug look like a golden medal, and held back his power just enough to keep you on your feet.

his cocky attitude was irritating and it drew you in like a moth drawn to a lamp.

sweat was beading down your temple. the day was exceptionally hot, the sun beaming down on your back like a proud child.

you and bakugou had been at it for a while. with anyone else, you would have quit by now. it’s not that you gave up easily. no, not ever. but fights could get boring, especially if you were just smashing away at them with your quirk and they were acting like they could take it.

perhaps you were being cocky.

this fight, though. this was interesting. not only because it was bakugou; also because you knew so little about him.

it was likely he never shared anything important to anyone. he was quite introverted.

it was interesting for another reason.

it was hot, bakugou sweats a lot. gosh, he looked delicious without a shirt on. he had a built figure accompanied by strong arms and a broad chest.

he’d filled out quite nicely the past few years. you hadn’t noticed until now how much he’d grown.

“don’t get distracted.”

your eyes snapped up from his chest to his eyes. bakugou became a blur, shooting himself off the ground and flipping once in the air before propelling himself back down.

before you could do anything, bakugou had you pinned, one leg pinning yours, both his hands wrapped around your wrists. he’d ditched his gauntlets, leaving the metal assistants in the sweltering heat, claiming he wanted to give you an equal fight.

he panted atop you, hands tightening.

tokage didn’t bother to leave her dorm today, thank goodness. it had just been the three of you. you, bakugou, and kirishima.

the red head had suspiciously vanished halfway through the fight, though.

bakugou’s crimson eyes bored into yours. neither of you blinked for a moment. perhaps just a small eternity each of you silently reveled in.

his erratic breaths slowed, and so did yours, although you stayed the same. unmoving, faces neutral but eyes giving away long-held secrets.

your ears flushed, and butterflies came rising up uncontrollably. you should have pushed him off. instead you gave him a wicked grin, which earned a look from him and you couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed.

“your big ass forehead is blocking the bright-as-hell sun. stay like this,” you mocked, wrenching your wrists from his grasp and snaking your arms around his neck.

his cheeks burned red. “w-what?”

“you heard me.”

he scoffed, tugging you off his neck and standing. “shut up, shitface. we aren’t even done yet.” he readied himself in a fighting stance once more.

“i thought you said you wanted to stop when you won?” you brushed yourself off as you stood.

“i know what i said. you probably weren’t even giving it your all.”

“’course i was.” you cocked your head. “why wouldn’t i?”

“you’re strong, damn idiot.”

you feigned surprise, pressed a hand to your fluttering chest. “the bakugou, dynamight himself, complimenting a humble soul like me? oh, i really must be good, then.”

“not as good as me.” his face dropped from a smile. bakugou never got enough training no matter how early or late he stayed up, or how many hours on the weekends were spent kicking a bag or sparring with friends. hard workers did all of the work there was a still wondered if they were doing enough. the number one spot wasn’t empty, but it was still reserved for dynamight.

y/n had collapsed on their bed. kirishima was itching to tell them how he felt, however he was stuck at the doorway.

they weren’t even dressed for bed, nor were they showered.

he settled with leaving his friend alone, and shut the door softly to find bakugou standing right behind him.

kirishima jumped back, closing his eyes in relief. “bakugou. what the heck man?”

“you’re creepy as shit.”

“i- what? you were the one staring at me while i-”

“while you peeped in on y/n?”

“i wasn’t peeping. i walked them back after the fight and they just collapsed. you were off doing something else and you worked them too hard.”

it wasn’t a shock that bakugou was still riled up from the duel. this boy had the energy of a mad man.

when bakugou didn’t say anything, kirishima said once again, “you overworked them.”

bakugou swat away the comment. “only because they’re not working hard enough.”

kirishima raised an eyebrow. “they work hard. they’re perfectly fine.”

“fine?”

“they’re amazing.”

“i know that, shitty hair. you think i’m blind?”

“everyone can make improvements at their own pace.” kirishima’s voice dropped.

“you train with me.”

“it’s an hour before curfew.”

bakugou jut a thumb in the direction of the door. “so? maybe you need some more practice, too,” he joked.

“you’re an ass, bakugou,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle.

the two wandered off to one of the training grounds. it was open, a wide court where they’d both kicked someone else’s ass.

the sun was just setting, a new cool breeze coming to fill the spot of the violent sun rays.

it was routine to fight each other out of nowhere. kirishima was usually quite playful, spewing jokes once in a while and taunting his friend.

this fight was different. his face was stone-cold. kirishima often took the defensive role, as his quirk didn’t allow him to project any direct attacks to bakugou.

it wasn’t like kirishima was angry at bakugou, but as soon as they started charging towards one another, he couldn’t hold back. his chest tightened, arms hardening and joints becoming strong and stiff.

with one clean sweep of his arm, bakugou was backing away from kirishima, propelling himself to the edge of the arena with a small blast. he’d always been up for a challenge. kirishima was willing to give him one.

his sudden competitive demeanor seemed to be egging on bakugou’s. the blond tongued the inside of his cheek, grunting as he shot forth, hair flying wildly.

swiftly, kirishima dodged, just barely missing a blast. his torso wasn’t hardened, so if he’d dodged any later, his stomach would have been scorched.

bakugou always took their fights seriously. he knew better than to underestimate the boy who had put together his very own rescue mission.

kirishima’s opponent stumbled from the momentum. he took his chance and brought a hardened elbow down on bakugou’s back, hearing a satisfying crack.

bakugou was crushed to the ground with the hit. his face smashed into the sandy ground. he coughed, turning over and spitting dirt to the side.

it took a moment for him to register what he did, but kirishima was at bakugou’s side within seconds. the sun was nearly gone, a pale blue sky flickering with the first sights of stars.

it was hard to make it out at first, but not impossible. kirishima saw the blood dripping and smeared just above bakugou’s lip. he groaned, cupping his face in both hands as he sat upright.

“argh” bakugou gasped. “shit, kirishima. what the hell?”

“i...i’m sorry dude, i didn’t mean to.” i wanted to, but i didn’t mean to.

bakugou raised an eyebrow and let a smile seep through his pain. “you’re improving, though.”

“are you alright?” kirishima traced the small cut on his lip from earlier with the tip of his tongue.

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” bakugou swatted his hand away. he struggled to get up, refusing kirishima’s help.

“we should head back before this gets any worse.”

bakugou kept his large hands hovering under his chin to catch the dripping and occasional chunks of blood.

although he wanted the duel to continue (it was finally interesting) bakugou wasn’t stubborn enough to keep going. so he nodded, once again denying kirishima’s efforts to help him out.

you were in the common area, fiddling with a rubik’s cube. it was just you, as everyone else was spending the night among each other. ashido had invited you to her dorm a while ago, but you’d denied, wanting to spend a few more giddy moments to yourself.

the door rattled, and in came your two friends, one with furrowed brows and the other with blood drenching the front of his shirt.

bakugou’s head was tilted up in an attempt to stop the blood from flowing down. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the blood trailing down the back of his throat.

“oh my gosh,” you gasped out, racing to the bathroom. you came back with sanitary wipes in one hand and tissue in the other. “what happened?”

“we were training,” kirishima started, taking a few tissues from the box and handing them to his friend, “and i accidentally hit him too hard.”

“you didn’t hit me that hard. you barely did any damage!” bakugou objected. you approached him, and through his fingers, bakugou peered down at you.

you asked him with your eyes, and he gave you silent permission to pry his arms away from his face. “are you okay?”

“i’m just dandy,” he scoffed.

“dude, i’m really sorry—”

“shut the hell up kirishima. i don’t want your pity. i swear this is the only time i’ll surrender to you, you asswipe.”

you didn’t laugh, not even a chuckle. “bakugou, you need to see recovery girl.”

“what the hell? no way. all she’s gonna do is give me one of those shitty slobbery kisses and scold me for being careless.”

“your nose is broken,” you said gently.

“so? can’t you fix it?”

you raised a questioning brow. “you want me to help you?”

“can you or can you not?”

“i can try to set it but you’re better off going to recovery girl instead of settling with―”

“all i need is possible. i don’t want to deal with that old lady’s shit right now.” using the tissues kirishima had stuffed into his hand, he caught the remaining blood dripping down his nose. “let’s go.”

you were more than unsure. he would end up with a crooked nose if you made any small mistake, but he didn’t think twice as he grabbed your shoulder and led you in the direction of your dorm.

kirishima wished he hadn’t broken bakugou’s nose. not because he felt bad, though.

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