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hyuckiefluff · 9 months

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drunk in you | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)

part 2

A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.

"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...

Oh my god, what happened last night?

8 hours earlier…

Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up.

Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you.

Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.

Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.

Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.

Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath. But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops.

Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.

But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.

You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him.

"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.

"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you.

So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him.

He looked hot as fuck.

It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.

"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.

You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.

Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.

"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.

"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.

The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.

Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.

Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?

Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived.

"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.

Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.

"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."

An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.

Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.

"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.

"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.

"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.

You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.

The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.

But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.

"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.

Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."

You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.

"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.

When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.

"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.

"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.

a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it

also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol

part 2

#nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream fic #nct dream scenario #nct imagines #nct smut #nct mark #mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n #nct moodboard #mark lee x you #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream drabbles #mark lee imagines #mark lee fic

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goldsainz · 8 months

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BIRTHDAY BOY — one shot.

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @mikasa140904 @darleneslane @avengersheart

summary: carlos starts out his birthday fully relaxed.

request: “❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜ with Carlos, please ❤️”

warnings: badly done ending but other than that, just pure wholesomeness!

NOTE: this will probably be my last fic for a while, but i really wanted to post this for carlos’s bday! i hope you guys like it and happy birthday to our chili 🫶 (also this gif is giving pure domesticity)

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Monza was always special. It was even more special now because Carlos would spend his birthday surrounded by a community that loved him, by people who supported him.

He didn’t like making a big deal out of his birthday, preferring a low-key celebration with friends and family over an exaggerated party. So, that’s how he would start his birthday. With a little gif of peace.

You tried your best to make a hectic day start out great. It wasn’t easy though, because Fridays meant free practice and that meant there was more weight in Carlos’s shoulders. Still, it didn’t hurt to try.

You had woken up extra early so that while your boyfriend slept, you could prepare the best breakfast you could; at least for a hotel room. You called for room service, telling them to just knock when they arrived so that the ringing of the room’s bell wouldn’t wake Carlos up.

You placed everything carefully on the foot of the bed, and then crawled towards him. Always careful not to bump the food or even Carlos, so as to not startle him.

“Carlos,” You softly whispered, tapping him on his back. His face was pressed against the pillow, his lips slightly open as he exhaled.

He shifted around a little, a slight groan leaving his mouth when he stretched. His face lit up almost instantly when he saw you, your lips curled in a simple and yet beautiful smile.

Carlos was sure that there was not better sight to be woken up to than you. That there was no other present that could ever amount to your presence. The biggest gift he had ever received was you.

“Buen día, amor.” He said, his voice hoarse from being asleep, accent thicker than usual. Good morning, love.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You’re still smiling at him, revelling in the fact that you woke up before him, something that rarely happens.

“I think you mean, birthday boy.” He argues, voice full of amusement.

You laugh at his words, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. It starts out fairly innocent, but knowing how Carlos is, it easily starts to turn into something more. You place your hands on his hair, tugging at it slightly. By the time you pull away, you are breathing heavily and your lips are swollen.

“This is my present?” He murmurs against your lips, “Because if it is, I’m not complaining.”

“Not quite,” You say, “I got you breakfast.”

You try and move away from him, but his hands grabs yours tugging you back next to him. You huff at his antics, leaving you to gesture at the tray of food.

“Breakfast in bed?” His voice is soft, basking in the moment. Though the act is small, it is the though behind it that makes his heart swell.

“And,” You smile at him, “I got Ferrari to give you an extra half-hour with me.”

Carlos grins at your words, you can almost see the gears turning in his head. You know what he’s about to say, after so much time with him, you know him him like the back of your hand.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

“And what can I do in this half-hour?” A smirk now dances on his lips, his hand sliding down your body.

“Eat your breakfast. No funny business, you need your nutrients.” Carlos whines at your words, pouting at his idea being thrown out the window.”

“But it’s my birthday…”

“It’ll still be your birthday tonight.” His ears perk up at your words, sitting up straighter on the bed.

“Tonight.”

“Yes. Now eat, or you and I will never hear the end of it from Ferrari.”

Carlos pecks your lips, and turns to the breakfast, suddenly devouring everything like a starved man. You’re not sure if he had a great appetite or if he’s hurrying up in hopes of something else happening, but either way, you’re glad he liked the surprise.

“Thank you, hermosa.” His eyes shine under the sunlight, the smile he has on his face makes your insides instantly melt.

“You’re more than welcome, bebe.” You tell him, stealing another kiss from him, “Happy birthday.”

“Happy birthday, indeed.” You laugh at his suggestive glance when your hands travel to the nape of his neck, making you push away his face jokingly.

“Come on, we need to hurry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He rolls his eyes playfully, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

Might not have been the most elaborate surprise, but at least it was a relaxed start of the morning with the one you love. And that’s all you and he need; each other.

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musicalchaos07 · 1 month

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🥳 Will Byers 53rd BDay ficlet 🥳

Will can hear his husband rummaging through the hallway closet as pulls his jacket on. He wonders what he could possibly be searching for. Both of their umbrellas are by the door, he already gave him the new Princess Peach game as a birthday present this morning and he’s already wearing his jacket. Will checks his watch again, they’ve got seven minutes before they miss the train.

“Mike come on we're going to be late” Will calls.

“I'm looking for betrayal at the house on the hill, have you seen it?” Mike yells back.

“You seriously think Nancy's going to play board games?” he laughs.

“Well, it is her favorite brother-in-law’s birthday,” Mike argues.

Will is about to defend Holly’s husband but there’s a crash from the hallway before he can.

“Are you-”

“Found It”

Mike meets him in the foyer, wide grin spread on his face and a stack of board games in his hands. Will smiles in spite of himself.

“Besides, Jonathan and Matty definitely will ” He declares before giving Will a quick kiss.

“I thought Matty couldn't make it?” Will asks.

“No, Sammy can't. Midterms. Geez old man keep track of your kids” Mike teases, packing the games into a bag.

“Haha very funny”

“Don’t worry no matter how old you get I'll still love you” he promises with another kiss.

“Remind me again why they can't come to dinner here?” Will sighs, and he swears Mike’s smile fades for the briefest second.

“When in the last twenty years have those two ever come to Brooklyn?” Mike complains with an eyeroll

“They used to for the kids birthdays” Will reminds

“And we were pushing our luck then, Babe” He contends.

“I'm just saying we could stay in, get pizza, crush you in Mario Kart” Will shrugs checking his pocket for his keys one last time.

“If that's really what you want I can text the group chat” Mike offers quietly.

When he turns around, he can tell that Mike doesn’t love the idea and he tries not to feel too guilty about not wanting to go into Manhattan in the rain.

“But Nancy already picked up your cake” Mike entices

Ok, so maybe he’s been thinking about a double chocolate all week but he’s sure they have the ingredients in the kitchen.

“And Jonathan's making lasagna” Mike coaxes.

And sure, no one can replicate Karen’s lasagna recipe like his brother can but pizza is fine.

“Let me guess, Matt’s already there?” Will questions hesitantly, not wanting the answer.

“Yea, but he's spending the weekend. So that's not a big deal” Mike shrugs, and Will’s surprised that he’s coming around.

“Jordan did fly in from L.A. though” Mike admits.

“Just for my birthday???”

“It's a family thing you know how she is with family things and you're her favorite uncle” Mike grins.

“Bull”

“Look, whatever you wanna do it’s fine. We just better decide before it starts pouring” Mike encourages.

Will can tell he’s not telling the full truth. He’s not sure why their niece would fly in for such an unremarkable birthday. But, he would feel a little bad if she wasted the trip. Not to mention that changing the plans means Matt drove into Manhattan from Burlington for no reason. And as much as he wants to stay in he’d feel way too guilty about doing that to his kid.

“Let’s go” he resigns.

Half an hour, one horrible subway ride, and a short walk in the rain later they're standing on the porch in Greenwich Village and Mike is frantically texting.

“Just ring the bell” Will admonishes right as the front door swings open.

“Hey Buddy, happy birthday” Jonathan greets with a hug. Practically pulling them into the house.

They quickly take off their coats and shoes.

“After you birthday boy” Mike insists cheekily and Will rolls his eyes but leads the way up the stairs.

When they reach the kitchen, the lights are completely out and before he can say anything someone flips a switch illuminating the room. Noisemakers and shouts of ‘surprise’ fill the room. He barely registers that Sam is there before El excitedly pulls him into a hug and Dustin, Lucas and Max quickly follow suit. He tries to ignore the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“What are you guys doing here?” Will beams with only a couple sniffles.

“We heard there was a party” Lucas jokes.

Before Will can joke back about coming all the way from Chicago for some cake. Matty and Dylan start a spirited, if off-key, rendition of Happy Birthday with his fire-hazard of a cake in hand.

“You going to be able to get all those” Jonathan teases from behind his camera as Will takes a deep breath to blow them out.

Somehow, he gets all fifty-three candles in one go and Nancy swiftly takes the cake away to cut slices at the kitchen table with Jordan. Sammy crosses the room and gives him a tight hug. Will doesn’t even think to chastise him for not being at school.

“I can’t believe you did all this” Will smiles.

“Yea well, it’s not everyday you turn fifty-three” Mike jokes as he places a birthday hat on Will’s head and hands another one to Sam.

He chases down Matt to give him a matching one and Jonathan takes their picture. The four of them must look ridiculous but he’s so happy to be with their family he doesn’t care too much.For the tiniest second, Will worries that there’s no way he’s going to be able to match this surprise for Mike’s birthday. But Mike tenderly squeezes his shoulder and the feeling is gone just as quickly as it came.

“What’d you wish for?” Mike asks once Jonathan finishes his photoshoot.

“Nothing, I don’t need anything else, this is perfect. Thank you” Will admits quietly, trying not to get over-emotional.

“It’s nothing really, just a couple phone calls” Mike shrugs.

“I’m impressed you kept the secret” Will commends.

“The things we do for love” he responds, dramatically.

“I love you” Will responds leaning in for a kiss.

“But I’m still gonna crush you at Mario Kart” he taunts and Mike laughs.

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27emailsicantsend · 2 years

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bday anon back with more shenanigans headcanons bc sof’s ferris wheel post and delete gave me buzz!! 🧁

ok so i could totally imagine that the whole gang are released for thanksgiving break and this time miss jenn decides not to give them an assignment like last year but instead encourages them to get out and have some fun (because best believe she will be working them hard when they return from break lol) and there’s this local Autumn Fest so the gang decide to meet up on its opening night to hang. and like imagine they’re still kinda secret dating so they end up wearing coordinating outfits but play it off to the gang as a wacky coincidence. by this point they seem super sus but everyone keeps quiet when they act up, instead sharing comical looks (ahem WDYKAL callback) and there’s montages of them all playing fair games together like cornucopia hole (hehe see what I did there) and that stupid strength game trying to get the turkey to hit the top bell and whack a pilgrim 😭 . and imagine there’s a bobbing for apples game in which the gang loudly cheers on our favorite himbo Ricky and he frickin wins and he’s excited so we get a callback to the 306 celebratory hug ahhh!!! and ofc Ricky and Gina hug a little too long for “friends” and another hilarious 👀 ensues. the evening continues with them all doing various rounds of photobooth photos and Gina sneakily presses her cheek to Ricky’s for the last group pic and does a peace sign while he cheeses because they could play it off as this silly goofy pose. and we get to see the gang walking together (the girls ahead of the boys) laughing and enjoying fall themed fair food which includes Seb holding up a humongous turkey leg that Ricky hilariously jokes about being dinosaur meat and bless his heart seb would believe him 🥺 and Carlos is like ‘oh honey no its not actu—nevermind eat up’ /fond sigh/) and they all laugh and they’re all munching on different stuff like kettle corn and candy apples and Gina is like ‘I’m gonna get a cotton candy, anyone want anything?’ like the generous queen she is and Ricky offers to come with and they share this look and head off while the gang hangs off to the side by some fame booths having fun and while no one is paying attention, they lock pinkies as they head up to the candy counter. ‘1 cotton candy pls’ Ricky will say and pay for it because he’s a gentleman and loves how Gina’s face lights up when the carney hands it to her. And she holds the fluffy orange confection next to Ricky’s face and laughs ‘it looks like your hair’ and rips a piece off and Ricky makes sure the gang is still preoccupied before stealing a soft kiss from her, making them both blush and is like ‘We should prob head back now huh?’ and they have to act they weren’t just being the cutest couple for 5 mins. more fun group stuff happens like bumper cars and the water-balloon shooter thing’ which Kourt is surprisingly amazing at and collects like four giant plushies and Gina wins her own little bear, thinking to herself that now Franklin has a little girlfriend too 😭. The night sky settles in and the wind picks up so they agree to call it a night and give each other hugs and wishes to have a nice Thanksgiving and ‘text me! see you next Monday!’ all around. Ricky and Gina and Seb and Carlos hang back and they wait until the rest of the group is out of earshot and off to their separate ways before Carlos is like ‘okay you two, spill it. You’re totally dating aren’t you? My straight-dar is never wrong. Besides you know what” as a S3 callback to them mistakenly thinking Jet and Maddox liked each other lmaoo. And so Ricky and Gina sheepishly nod and then Seblos start squealing in joy for their friends like ‘oh Thank God! I had a reputation to uphold whew!’ And so Gina tells Seb a rundown off what happened over the summer while Carlos pulls his bestie Ricky to the side and is like ‘Bro I’m really happy for you two. I knew you would end up together eventually’ and it’s just really sweet to imagine all the support they would get from their friends :) . They all agree to have one final ride and then head home and ofc their eyes light up at the sight over the towering Ferris wheel(1/?)

BDAY ANON YOURE SO?????

THIS WAS SICK????? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ?????????????

Literally WHO, and I mean WHO gave you permission to write this. It is 10 at night. I am going to have to go to bed and all I keep thinking about is stolen kisses with shared cotton candy, bobbing for apples, and a Ferris wheel where gina is talking about a beautiful night and he’s just staring at her saying “yeah it is” with the biggest heart eyes… EVERRRRR???

And of COURSE seblos would be the first to know. And omg can you imagine if CARLOS helped RICKY write a song since ricky did that for him and seb?? 😭 naurrr it’s chew much for me mate. Chew much!!!!

And then the scene of them going home in the car together to parallel 1x5?? And thanksgiving together?? Omg what if ricky wore the hat to the park 😭😭 no I’m ill I hate it here

Literally this was 10 out 10 for headcanons and I loved every second of reading it. I totally get coming up with stuff out of nowhere because I found one picture of Sofia and I am pretty sure I wrote an entire rina fic off of it to so I. Get. It.

Yeah if tim wants to hire us that would be great??? Much appreciated ❤️ this was so beautiful and it makes me want rina secret dating 10x more now 🥺

#rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #gina porter #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #hc #asks #send me asks #headcanons #bday anon

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candyopala · 2 years

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Pour some sugar on me (1/3)

Summary: Y/N is a baker that just moved into Konoha. She wishes to meet new people, but the citizens are too standoffish for that, until a mysterious man appears on her life. She becomes too close to someone she knows so little about and he ventures into something new for him.

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Please like and comment if you enjoyed! This will be a three part series in celebration of Obi's bday! Happy birthday to our boy!

You struggled to bring the big flour sack upstairs, sweat starting to pool on your forehead. Is has been two weeks since you moved into this new village, Konoha, to open your dream business: a small bakery. The dim light of dawn and light morning breeze helped you drag the bag so far, but you have reached your limit.

Everything was going well until now, you found a nice place that fit into your budget, customers were steadily increasing and you only heard compliments about your baking. The only thing bugging you was the lack of significant connections you were able to make in this new city.

People seemed to be somewhat standoffish, not up for conversations that ventured into personal grounds. You felt yourself become more and more lonely. With difficulty, you dragged the flour sack up a step, at least thirteen more to go. You were no ninja, your arms were not strong enough to drag something as big as yourself with ease.

“Hey! Need some help?” A deep and raspy voice surprised you.

You looked up, quickly wiping yourself to appear more presentable to whoever offered help. You were met with uncommon vision: a tall raven-haired man extended his hand, his face marked with deep scars on the right side, his only black eye piercing into you despite the kindness in his tone.

“S-sure, thanks.” You managed to respond, trying to not stare too much.

The man grabbed the flour bag with ease, placing it onto his shoulders. Oh those shoulders, you watched as his whole body flexed while he moved up the stairs. You guided him to the back of the store, where he placed the heavy contents of the sack on a small corner. You both headed back to the front door, the tall man accompanying you closely.

“Again, thank you so much, boy was this heavy…” You scratched your neck while cracking your backbones, tired from all the effort of dragging that thing around town.

“Glad to help, it’s my job” He smirked at you, his sharp features and confidence making your heart skip a beat.

“Y-your job?” You respond, red from ear to ear.

“Helping pretty girls around, you know?” He clicked his tongue, looking at you from head to toe.

As suddenly as he came, he went away, accompanied by another silver-haired man. You cursed at yourself, now realizing that you forgot to ask his name. Truth is you have not had time for a date in a while. Moving from town to town, settling down on a new city and everything else has put a hold onto your social life.

The image of the bizarrely handsome man stays with you during the day as customers come and go, his insanely messy hair and smart smile burned into your eyes. As the workday ended, you moved quickly to clean the bakery since you did not have anyone to help you.

It was hard work, but it felt gratifying to you. You struggled so much to save money for this, now that it came to fruition, you could not be happier. Well, you could, actually. Today was a slow day, you still had a big piece of pie left. That did not happen on the previous days, were people getting fed up with your baking? No, it could not be that. People usually complimented her sweets, said they enjoyed them.

Lost deeply in thought, you do not hear the door’s bell ringing. When you turn around to put away your broom, you are surprised by that man inside your store, sitting neatly at one of the tables.

“Hi!” you say, taken by surprise by his presence.

“Hey!” he rasps once again, uncrossing his arms.

You look at the clock on the wall. It’s half past nine, quite late, actually.

“Um, well…” you struggle to say, trying not to sound rude to him: “we’re…”

“Closed, right?” he opens a small smile, aware of his own situation.

“Yeah…” you let out a small smile too as you look into his eyes, trying not to let your cheeks go redder than they already are.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be going then.”

“Hey, wait!” you interrupt him as he begins to sit up: “I can serve you a piece of pie, it’s not like there’s someone waiting for me at home”

You mentally frown at yourself, cringing at your sorry excuse for an attempt at flirting.

“Well, me neither.”

You might have completely fabricated that, but you had the impression he tried to wink at you with his sole eye. You brush it off and quickly serve him the last piece of pie, arranging it into a plate with lots of whipped cream and a strawberry on top to decorate.

The man is served his pie and digs in with no mercy. You observe him from the other side of the counter as you pretend to wipe it with a dry cloth, trying to appear busy. He finishes it in record time, getting up to place his plate onto your hands.

“This… this has to be the best pie I have ever eaten. I’m impressed. How much is it?”

“Oh!” You’re taken aback by his compliment, it seemed to be truly genuine. You feel warm on the inside for the first time in months. “It’s on the house, don’t worry about it.”

You try to seem aloof, avoiding eye contact with him. He searches through his wallet, but comes up with nothing. Even if he wanted to pay you, he could not.

“Well, that’s embarrassing. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Hey, it’s okay, like I told you: don’t worry about it.”

He opens the small door of the counter, coming into the small space behind the counter to meet you.

“Come on, anything. Ask anything and I’ll do it.”

As he approaches you, your mind is taken by the wildest fantasies. You don’t know this man, but he seems to be a gentle guy. He is, for sure, charming too.

Anything. He said he would do anything. You bite your lips as he looks at you expectantly, a smug look on his eye.

Fuck it, you decide.

“I want a kiss.”

The man seems to be surprised by that, his cheeks turning to bright red. He complies, getting even closer to you, his rough hand touching your face. He traces his thumb from your cheek to your lips, his pitch-black eye even darker now, taken over by lust.

“You’re forward, I like it.”

He closes in, initially placing a chaste kiss onto your lips. As you climb on your tiptoes and supports yourself onto him, he deepens the contact, allowing himself to venture into your mouth, somewhat reluctantly. He tastes sweet, the taste of strawberries still lingering.

You hear a small knock on the door.

Before the kiss could deepen even further, he backs away. Both of your bodies are flushed, your breath is gone, as if you just ran a marathon.

“Seems like my counselor found me…” He looks at the door then back at you, letting a small breath out, disappointed. “I gotta go.”

“Right.” You agree although you did not understand anything.

“Uchiha, Obito, by the way”

You take a while to understand that he is referencing his own name. Awkwardly, you also present yourself:

“L/N, Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” He says as he walks through the door.

You stand around confused, trying to process what just happened. Who even is this Obito Uchiha?

#obito #obito uchiha #obito x reader #uchiha obito #obito x you #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x y/n #obito scenario

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years

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For the Sake of Convenience

Author: @taylerwrites

Prompt: Hi! I don’t know how early you ask for Bday prompts but I hope I’m not too late. My Bday is October 22. My Prompt is Katniss and Peeta always had a crush on each other but Katniss moves away and becomes famous but comes back home to visit years later. When she’s home she finds Peeta is there but with a kid. Peeta adopted a kid his friend/family had who past away. Katniss realizes she wants a more normal small town life with Single Dad Peeta not a big city life. Thanks so much love this page. :) [Submitted by @booksandeverlark]

Rated: T (Will change to E later.)

A/N: Happy birthday! I will post the full version up on AO3 in a few days because time kind of got away from me. And I haven’t written anything for THG in a minute. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this part! _____________

It was probably unwise to be wandering around a gas station so late at night, yet Katniss knew that it was the only place open that had a hot cup of coffee available at all hours of the day in Panem—even if said coffee tasted more like burnt toast compared to what she’d grown used to in the cities. Not to mention that in a small town like this, she didn’t really have to worry about looking over her shoulder every couple of seconds.

The soft bass of seventies music playing on the overhead speakers and the whirling of the drink machines were the only sounds in the store—not that she minded. She was so accustomed to car horns and the constant murmur of people that the little bit of quiet was kind of nice for a change.

There was nobody here that would bother her about recognizing her face from the giant billboards and posters hanging across the city; instead, people here knew her as Hamitch’s niece—the quiet girl who accidentally set the mayor’s shed on fire from a firework accident in the sixth grade.

People in Panem didn’t care that she was the best attorney in the state of New York, that her home overlooking the city felt like a throne at times, nor that she could buy half of this small town with her monthly earnings alone. All of this was irrelevant compared to the Panem High football team winning homecoming, or the cold weather possibly affecting the Cartwrights’ crops this winter.

They lived simply, and when times became a little hectic for her in her high-rise office, she’d sometimes find herself wishing for the monotonous type of life that came from living in a place like Panem—where she could wake up late on Saturdays without worrying about deadlines, and go grocery shopping before the church-goers left morning Mass on Sundays… Or, in this case, go to the convenience store late at night to get some snacks.

She grabbed her cup of coffee off of the coffee machine and roamed the snack aisles, looking for something to hold her through until she could go to the grocery store with Haymitch tomorrow—it’d been two days since she’d come home, and she was already tired of eating cereal and packets of chicken flavored ramen.

Even now, as she scoped the copious amount of junk food, all she really wanted was a hot meal from the stove. Although, she couldn’t choose who her relatives were, and Haymitch was probably the least capable when it came to cooking.

Katniss sometimes wondered how he managed to survive on his own for so long…

While she was in the middle of deciding between Funyuns or Doritos, she heard the bell of the store door chime as another customer walked in, the sound of Ripper, the store owner, greeting them suddenly breaking the quiet.

“No soda, alright, bud?” said a male voice followed by the tapping of shoes rapidly coming down the aisle Katniss stood in.

A little boy in a dark green Deku hoodie came to a halt beside her, the ears on his hood flopping as his green eyes shifted between her and the yellow bag of chips near her hand. Katniss wasn’t the best with kids, not that she didn’t like kids, but she didn’t know what to do with herself when she was around them.

She gave him a small smile, ready to offer him the bag. “Hi…did you—”

In the next second, the boy booked it back the way he came, his voice calling out to his dad who stepped into view at the end of the aisle… And then Katniss was met with a familiar face that she hadn’t seen in ten years.

The rebel boy she’d gone to school with so many years ago wasn’t a boy anymore, and her eyes couldn’t decide between mapping out his broad shoulders or taking in the way his arms bulged against his dark t-shirt—a half sleeve of tattoos covering his right forearm… Then she realized that the little boy in his arms had clearly called him Daddy, and this, had her brain stalling.

Had she heard that correctly?

“Daddy, I want those chips,” the boy whispered not-so-quietly.

Peeta glanced at Katniss, and for a moment she thought he recognized her, too—maybe he’d give her one of his crooked grins and ask her how she’d been. But he didn’t. Instead, the tired expression on his face remained unchanged as he said:

“You’re standing in front of the bag of chips he wants.”

And yet, like old times, Katniss’s face turned beet red and she stepped aside. “I—oh! Sorry!”

“Thanks,” he told her, grabbing the bag of Funyuns she had been reaching for.

Then she watched them walk away, leaving her heart racing and feeling slightly disappointed.

~~~~~

The next morning, Katniss was still thinking about Peeta and the little boy who had called him his dad.

Back then, Peeta had never wanted kids, and to be quite honest, he’d led a lifestyle that most would deem unsafe—often getting in with the wrong crowds and doing things he shouldn’t. But he always said that he’d rather live his life the way he wanted, rather than fill it with a list of regrets.

It had been one of the reasons she’d been drawn to Peeta—he was always so sure of himself. The second was that in the tenth grade he’d saved her from a group of bullies after school, and being a few years older, they had immediately fled. After that, he started walking her home every day to scare off anyone who thought about picking on Panem High’s infamous know-it-all.

Their friendship was an unconventional sort—the quiet bookworm and the town’s bad boy made an odd pair—and they only ever hung out when he was walking her home. In that time she’d grown a bit of a crush on Peeta, and from the way he would look at her sometimes, she thought he might have liked her, too—even if it was only a little.

And yet, last night…

“Hey…do you remember Peeta Mellark?” she asked Haymitch.

He glanced at her curiously over the top of his newspaper. “What of it?”

“Well, I bumped into him last night at Ripper’s, and, um, he has a kid?”

Her uncle raised his newspaper again. “Yeah. The boy’s parents passed away a few years ago, so Peeta adopted him. I think becoming a dad has helped that kid get his life together. He’s not much of a troublemaker these days.”

“He did seem…different.” Katniss couldn’t exactly tell her uncle that Peeta acted as though he didn’t know who she was last night—her uncle didn’t even know that they’d been friends back in high school. If he did, he would have probably kept her locked away in her room. “What does he do now?”

“He opened up a tattoo shop downtown last year, heard the business has been doing pretty good—hold on a damn minute.” Haymitch lowered his newspaper to the table. “What’s with this sudden interest in the Mellark boy?”

She shook her head; thankfully her career had helped her master her poker face. “It’s nothing. Just curious about an old classmate, that’s all.”

He grunted. “Well, you’d know what happened around here if you came home more often.”

Rolling her eyes, Katniss stood up from the table to take her empty cereal bowl to the sink. “Drink your coffee, old man. Effie will kill you if you’re late picking her up from her hair appointment again.”

~~~~~

Katniss hummed to the music playing in the grocery store, trying to pick out better cereal to restock Haymitch’s depleting supply.

“You have a habit of standing in front of the things I’m looking for, kid.”

She jumped at the voice coming from so close behind her, turning her head to find Peeta and his son in a shopping cart staring at her. This time, the little boy had on a Spiderman sweater, and Katniss was starting to think that Peeta had a penchant for dressing him up in hero-themed clothes.

“What did I tell you about calling me ‘kid,’” she said without thinking—hers and Peeta’s eyes going slightly round at the same time. “I mean—”

“Huh, so Miss Bigshot remembers me, after all,” he said, leaning against his cart. “I was starting to think you thought you were too good to show up around here again.”

Katniss scowled, a flush climbing up her neck. “And here I thought you’d grown out of being such a smart a—” She stopped before the word could come out, glancing down at the little boy who was watching them curiously. “Um, I—whatever,” she huffed, her heart thudding against her chest at the sudden feel of nostalgia.

His lips twitched into something that almost resembled a smile. “I see law school didn’t do anything for your comebacks. They still suck.”

“Yeah…” Clearing her throat, Katniss nodded at the boy who had become fascinated with the drawstrings on Peeta’s sweater. “Your son is cute, by the way.”

Peeta ruffled the little boy’s curly brown hair, causing a small pout to form on his face. “The nice lady said you’re cute, what do you say?”

Green eyes turned on her, looking equally unimpressed at having to talk to a stranger. “I’m not cute, I’m Theo,” he said in a mixture of baby talk.

“Ah,” she said awkwardly. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Theo. I’m Katniss.” He made a hmph sound and went back to pulling on the drawstrings dangling in front of him.

For some reason, Katniss felt like she was being picked on by a toddler, and she wasn’t exactly sure what to do or say to make Theo like her… Not that she was trying to impress his dad or anything.

Peeta snorted. “Looks like you’re still terrible around kids, too.”

“Kids aren’t exactly a part of my job description,” she told him offhandedly.

He pursed his lips. “I suppose you’re right. Why don’t you hand me a box of those Froot Loops, and I’ll pretend your job isn’t as boring as you made it sound, uh?”

“It’s not that boring,” Katniss muttered as she pulled the red box down from the shelf and handed it to him. “Here—”

“There you two are!”

She was cut off mid-sentence by a woman she remembered following Peeta around wherever he went back in high school—a woman Katniss envied every time she managed to steal Peeta’s undivided attention—Madge Undersee.

Although Peeta had never talked to Katniss about his personal life (not that she didn’t already know the gist of it from Haymitch), Katniss knew he’d been close to Madge. She’d even assumed that they were dating once, which Peeta had laughed off when she’d asked. And of course, she was still just as pretty as she was back then—her long, shiny blonde hair bouncing behind her as she walked up to Peeta and Theo.

It made Katniss instantly aware of her messy bun, faded university sweater, and her favorite pair of square-shaped glasses that were too big for her face. Subtly, she tried to smooth out her frizzy hair to make herself not look like a dirty rag next to Panem’s beauty queen.

“You said you were going to get cereal fifteen minutes ago,” Madge huffed.

Peeta rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t gone that long.”

She didn’t even notice Katniss standing there; instead, all of it was focused on the little boy holding his arms out to her. “Theo is probably getting hungry,” Madge told him.

“I was catching up with an old classmate. You remember Katniss?”

Suddenly, Madge stopped fussing over Theo and snapped her head towards Katniss. Silently she gave her a once over, and if Katniss were younger, she would have probably crumbled under the look of distaste washing over Madge’s features.

“I don’t think I do,” she said a little too sweetly. “You’re Abernathy’s niece, right?”

“Yeah,” Katniss answered, and then she held out her hand to hopefully alleviate the tension. “I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

As Madge was about to accept the kind offer, Katniss froze when she noticed the large rock sitting on her left hand—the diamond possibly the size of a dime. Could she be Peeta’s…? Then Katniss started to understand the picture being painted in Madges’s head at the moment—she was waiting on her husband who was too busy talking to a woman she hardly knew in the middle of the grocery store.

Did Madge consider her a homewrecker?

Panicking, Katniss pulled away and threw a random box of cereal in her cart without realizing that it was actually a box of grits. “Well, I better get going. I have some things to do at home. It was nice catching up, Peeta.”

He only watched as Katniss walked away, a bemused look on his face at her abrupt behavior before turning to Madge. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” Madge asked innocently.

“You know what. You always scare off the women I try to talk to.”

She gave him a faux pout. “What kind of sister-in-law would I be if I didn’t look after you and cute little nephew?” she cooed the last part at the smiling boy in her arms.

He sighed. “A less annoying one.”

Of course, Katniss didn’t hear any of that, though.

To Be Continued…

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #birthday #taylerwrites #submission #prompt

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daggerandrose · 3 years

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HSLOT- Raleigh: A Religious Experience

This was the first time I’ve seen Harry as a solo artist, and the first time I’ve seen any of the 1D boys perform since I last saw ot5 in 2014. When I say this was a religious experience, it was a religious experience. My hand was on my heart in awe for the majority of the concert.

Some of the key things I remember (at 2:30am the morning after the concert)

There were a lot of 70s themed outfits. Bell bottoms, crop tops, funky patterns, and boas everywhere. To the point where my flowy floral top and jeans felt out of place, but I didn’t care.

I also saw several “But Daddy I love him” shirts— even on a dad!

Everyone around me (that I noticed) kept their masks on the entire time.

Everyone was really polite while waiting in line too.

Jenny’s outfit had rainbow weed leaves on it which I thought was amazing 😂

The second Olivia started playing, everyone screamed and started clapping. (Also, there’s a clapping thing that happens before the chorus that I was not aware of. 😅)

Everyone lost their shit to Bohemian Rhapsody.

There several banana costumes! I hate that Harry didn’t do the banana song, bc I know there was at least one banana in the Cherry pit.

You could tell who either has seen the show before or was online bc people screamed when Harry-in-a-box rolled in. (I have a video I can post later of the aftermath)

Harry was electric on stage. So full of energy, and very much like a bunny hopping around the stage from one side to the next.

He definitely favors the side opposite of Sarah, so I saw his ass most the show. But, like I said, he moved a lot around the stage.

When he was talking to us, he sang “Caaarrrooolinnaaa” again which I appreciated.

I also got a video of the ass speech which I will cherish 😂

At one point, he ran off stage to (presumably) have a wee. (I forgot what song it was now oops. Maybe Woman?)

Also during his wee break, the band kept playing and Sarah sounded so so good during it.

Mitch’s solo during She was gorgeous. I kept yelling “Fuck it up, Mitch!”

Even though I knew it was coming, the Two Ghosts/Falling match-up was beautifully heart wrenching.

When talking to the birthday girl of the night, he was counting down for us to sing her happy bday and he interrupted the count to check to see if this dad was having a good time. Think Doug from Up cutting himself off to yell “squirrel!”

He didn’t play TBSL which is fine I guess

The pit people of Raleigh must of had terrible aim bc I saw a lot of things being attempted to be thrown on stage. Most things fell off.

But a rainbow flag and a bi flag made it and he had those during TPWK (also have a video of that beautiful moment) the crowd’s yelling got louder when he grabbed the flags and made my heart happy seeing it.

WMYB went so fucking hard! He had us jumping for the last chorus, and I think my video for it is too shaky to be for anyone but me. I realized that jumping up and down while singing and wearing an N95 mask is very difficult. Doable for me, but difficult. Totally worth it though.

Fine Line live is something else. It’s my favorite on the album other than Canyon Moon, and my hand was on my heart the entire song. I was very tempted to lift my hands up like many do during church services. I love it so much.

Despite there being bananas in the audience, no banana song pre watermelon sugar. Little disappointed in that tbh

KIWI WENT SO FUCKING HARD. I lost my absolute shit dancing, jumping, and yelling out the lyrics to it.

I wanted to yell out “don’t go!!” when he left the stage bc the entire night was amazing and felt like it went by so quickly.

I had so much fun tonight. It was completely worth the hassle buying tickets where two years ago. It was worth waiting in line for merch. It was worth wearing a mask and being safe. (I would also say being vaccinated too, but I didn’t get vaccinated solely for this concert.) It was worth the headache I had on my way back home. And it was worth the exhaustion I feel now.

I took a shit ton of pictures and videos I now need to sort through along with the (much much better) pictures on here.

If you have any questions about my tour experience and maybe what you can expect from your own show, please feel free to send me an ask! Now for some well deserved sleep.

#my show #mine #hs tour 2

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1kook · 4 years

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dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart.

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

#bangtanhq #networkbangtan #jimin smut #park jimin smut #pjm #park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin x reader smut #park jimin x reader #park jimin x reader smut #bts smut #bangtan smut #mine

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satorihub · 4 years

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hey bestie 😌💅🏻 i was wondering if u could do some hcs for tsukishima, kuroo and asahi where they have a gf who is very artsy and good w paintings ??? thank u ily

𝖆𝖗𝖎'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: hi bestie ✨✨😼 omg this is my first request so I hope it isn't bad 😔

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: tetsurou kuroo, kei tsukishima, azumane asahi

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1192

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: fem!reader, fluff

KUROO, TSUKISHIMA & ASAHI WITH A PAINTER S/O

𝖙𝖊𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖔 ⋆

─ ok so he doesn't know at first

─ but don't think he doesn't cares! he does, really, but yk, he's almost finishing high school and finals are tougher 😔😔

─ so I hc that kuroo really likes study dates, bc: 1. he's studying (probably chemistry, ew) what is something he likes; 2. he's with u!! that is someone he likes. so boom! win-win for tetsu 😌

─ so one day u had a really hard chemistry homework, but u reminded of your chemistry genius bf, tetsurou kuroo himself

─ so u decided to text him:

"hey babe, I got a big chemistry hw today. can u come over?"

─ but that day u were feeling inspired and decided painting meanwhile kuroo wasn't there

─ when he saw the message u sent him, he was happy! he likes helping u and kenma with school stuff, and he also likes challenging things yk. so hard homework? kuroo will NOT hesitate 😼😼

─ so the practice finished and he went to your house, he decided to take a shower on your place as well

─ he rang the bell and waited some seconds until he saw, you, with some paint in your cheeks

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"what's this?", he asked pointing to your left cheek.

"what's what?", you replied, confused.

he used his thumb to swipe the paint and some of it stayed on his finger.

"this", he spoke, showing you his finger with a little bit of paint on it. "why is your face covered with paint?"

"oh", you finally realized what was happening. "I was inspired today, so I decided to paint", you explained. "wanna see it?", you asked.

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─ if he wants to see it?? OF COURSE HE DOES! 🤩

─ and once he sees your paintings, bruh, he feels like he fell in love with u again

─ he thinks is so cool! he asks things like "when did u start painting?", "do u think is hard?", "can i buy one of these??"

─ like, kuroo, chill 💀💀

─ he probably says something like "i want u to paint me like one of your french girls ✨" and u are like "WHY are u such a DORK? but yea, sure babe"

─ he 👏🏼 brags 👏🏼 about 👏🏼 it 👏🏼 to 👏🏼 the 👏🏼 team 👏🏼

─ kuroo: DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT-- kenma: kuroo, if you're going to talk about the fact that your s/o is an artist, yes, we do know. kuroo: b-but, guys- 😿

─ coach nekomata is also full of kuroo simping for u lmao

─ he just can't help it!! he loves u

─ anyways, kuroo is your number 1 simp AND supporter ✨✨💅🏼

𝖐𝖊𝖎 𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆 ⋆

─ kei knows about it already, but he doesn't do anything about it lol

─ he's a very observant guy, so even before you two started dating he knew that you were into artistic stuff

─ he first noticed it when u guys went on a date and you had a paint brush behind your ear and didn't even realize it was there ??? like bruh

─ he's going to pretend like he doesn't care or something, but he just want to keep his salty boy reputation even if u both are dating

─ but once u decide to give him a little painting with some dinosaurs (on his bday or valentines day), u can slightly see him blushing

─ he'll pretend he didn't blush and will compliment u in a ✨ tsukki way ✨

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"you know", he said as he slid his slender fingers though the details of one of the dinosaurs. "you could tell me where you brought this because-"

"tsukki!", you exclaimed.

"ok, ok, I was just messing with you" he spoke as he laughed softly. "thank you, brat. it means a lot", then he looked at you with a genuine smile on his face.

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─ the painting is now on his room, in a place where he can easily see it, doesn't matter the angle

─ once akiteru sees it in his room, he's like "👀 what is this kei?"

─ tsukki will probably just murmur a 'tch' and ignore him LMAOAOAO 😭😭💀

─ yamaguchi also sees it, but instead of asking anything he grabs it and says "did y/n do this?? that's amazing, tsukki!"

─ he'll just reply with "shut up, yamaguchi", and yams reply with "GOMEN TSUKKI !!✨" (yes this is a yamaguchi tadashi lovebot)

─ but, he won't tell, but his ego boosts when someone says that you're talented

─ bc he thinks "hey, that's my s/o. I have an talented and amazing girlfriend, I'm so lucky"

─ he also loves rating your art!! if he could he would give all them a 10/10, but he needs to be realistic for u to improve

─ when he's at your place and u are painting or just sketching, he will make u listen to lo-fi, bc he thinks that it will make your art look prettier (even if he thinks your paintings are the prettiest thing that he ever saw)

𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖍𝖎 ⋆

─ babyboy asahi knows it bc u slipped about it once before u two started dating

─ u two had a project for school and decided to meet in the library

─ so asahi waited for u for 30 minutes and then he sees u opening the door with clothes with a little bit of white paint

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"sorry, asahi-san!", you apologized. "I was so focused on my painting that I forgot about our meeting"

"oh...", he doesn't really know what to say. actually, you're not that late, and you both still have time to do the project.

"don't worry, y/n, is not a big deal", he tries calming you.

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─ he doesn't bring up that until later bc there was a ✨ silence ✨ between u two and he decided to say someting

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"so, y/n", he starts, nervous. "I didn't knew that you were into arts."

"oh yeah, I am!", you answered happily. "I mean, I know I'm not the best painter in the world but, it still makes me happy, you know?"

"yeah, I know", he says while he admires your excited expression. maybe it was in that moment that he fell in love with you.

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─ after y'all started dating, he will always but you new materials and other stuff

─ he can't help it, u seem so happy with what you're doing and he loves to see your smile (and your works, ofc)

─ if u want to kill him make him flustered, ask him stuff like "hey, asahi, would you mind being my inspiration for a new work?" PLSS I CAN SEE HIM DYING RN 😭😭

─ asahi isn't that impressed with your works, and it isn't because he thinks it's bad or simple, no, it's because he knows you're amazing and talented 😌😌

─ if u start selling your art, well too bad for asahi, bc he will buy everying

─ you: asahi u don't have to- asahi: YES I DO !! u can have all my money just take it 😭

─ in asahi's pov, you = leonardo da vinci

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dirt-cup-draco · 3 years

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Twins x Friend!Reader- Two Stars and The Sky

Hello!! Could u do stargazing with the twins? Just pure fluff. One where they sneak out of their own bday party with y/n and stargaze with them? Thank you

There was no doubt in your mind that Katie Bell could throw a party. Streamers were everywhere, the iconic red and gold of your best friends’ house were present but so were oranges and yellows, and you even think you saw a corner full of pink. You giggled as you watched Lee poke a balloon until it popped, the inebriated boy falling from the couch he was standing on with the shock of his toy self destructing before his eyes.

Fred helped him up with a dazzling grin and a “Watch yourself mate, next time you topple over like that you might turn my birthday into your deathday,”

You let their conversation bleed into the background noise of all the cheerful fifth years who were dancing about and mingling. You sipped at your drink and wrinkled your nose at it. You hadn’t even finished your first cup of firewhisky and you doubted you would.

Drinking was a part of every party in Gryffindor, and you didn’t mind the way it made you feel warm, didn’t hate the way it made your shoulders sag in relaxation. But you absolutely detested the taste. It was worse than drinking any potion Madam Pomfrey shoved down your throat after a nasty fall during a quidditch game or a prank gone terribly wrong.

“Not enjoying yourself?” Angie teased as you scowled into your cup.

“This is amazing, Katie should be proud of herself,” You said instead, handing her your half filled drink which she happily took and knocked back. Angelina beamed at you, her eyes sparkling and bright. No one loved a party like she did.

“She’d be proud if she wasn’t already asleep with her head in the toilet,”

“No! Is she really?” You giggled, going to follow Angie and see for yourself the state your friend was in but two sets of hands grabbed one arm each and you were pulled back.

“Sorry Ang-” Fred apologized.

“We need to borrow her,” George explained.

Angelina just rolled her eyes as the corner of her lips tugged up, grabbing Lee by the arm to show him Katie and maybe get some help in dragging her up to her dorm room.

“Where are we headed?” You whispered as you ducked your head through the hole in the wall, the Fat Lady muttering sleepy protests and you apologized gently to her- knowing it was well past midnight.

“Outside-”

“-want some air,”

You tsked at them but linked your arms with theirs as George took the lead in your chain, moving you all towards the passage that would lead you out of the castle and near the black lake. “Leaving your own party boys? For shame,” You teased a bit louder as you took the last few steps from the cold stone passage and into the chill night air.

Fred just shrugged but grinned, plopping down into the dewed grass, a content smile on his face and a flush to his cheeks from a long night of drinking, smiling, and laughing with his friends and much of the gryffindors in your year.

“Just want to spend some time with our favorite person,” George answered more honestly, squeezing your hand and tugging you down into the grass too so you were shoulder to shoulder between each boy, hands linked. Fred was soon to follow in interlacing his fingers with yours.

You found in the passing years that the twins were affectionate with everyone, they loved being near the ones they loved and you found it only more endearing as time went on. You also discovered that when they found something they truly liked, or someone in your case, you couldn’t be separated from them.

Lee had started the joke that you were their triplet and sitting there with them in the grass, stars twinkling above you, you thought he might be right. You were closer to them than you’d ever intended to be but you were immensely grateful for the boys. You were a found family even if you weren’t connected by blood.

“Penny for ‘em?” George asked, nudging his thigh against yours and it was only then you realized your skin had become ice and you had been outside, eyes glued to the stars, for much longer than you thought.

A misconception that many had of Fred and George was that they always had to be speaking, moving, clowning around. You got to see them in quiet moments that they used to only share with each other. Another misconception that had begun to circulate was that you were romantically involved with one or both (depending on which gossip you asked) of the twins.

However, you felt nothing but kinship and contentment as you sat between them. They were your dearest friends, not to discount the great love you felt for Katie, Angelina, and Lee. Growing up with your friends just meant that you were most often together rather than apart and it was something you never wanted to end and no romantic relationship could compare in your eyes, if anything you felt as if a romantic relationship with anyone in your friend group would dampen what you had now and you were more than content to stargaze with the twins and feel the familial and familiar weight of their hands in yours.

“Just happy I’ve got you two in my life,” You smiled at each twin, taking note of your favorite freckle on George’s nose and the funny cowlick that made Fred’s hair stick up in an odd spot on his head. “The universe planned you two very carefully I think, and no matter what anyone says you are both perfect to me and I couldn’t ask for better friends,”

“Can I have my penny back?”

“A little sappy Y/N, I feel I need to wash my hands now lest I feel sticky later,”

“Oh bugger off,” You snorted, trying to sit up in retaliation, as if you would actually leave, before Fred was pulling you back down and pressing a caring kiss to your temple.

“Nobody could be as perfect as us, but you come pretty close I suppose,” George played and Fred looked mock-thoughtful.

“If we are the stars, you’d be the sky that makes us shine brighter,” Fred tried to tease but as the words fell from his lips he realized with stark clarity that it was true and he felt his chest swell with appreciation for you.

George seemed to agree, swallowing a lump in his throat and tearing his eyes away from you. You were sat comfortably in the grass, hands now cold with the lack of shared heat but now folded over your stomach. You looked completely at peace and George was glad to see it. He never wanted he or his brother to drive you away.

“You two do that all on your own, now settle down and watch the stars with me,” You commanded with a bright smile that rivaled the gleaming full moon in radiance.

With an in sync, “Yes ma’am,” The boys were back to laying beside you, all three of you watching the stars blink against the inky veil of night that was slowly growing lighter as the time passed you by.

The three of you didn’t leave until the sun made her presence known, a sliver of gold on the horizon.

Tag List: @stuckysdaughter @thehumanistsdiary **I’m sorry I’ve forgotten all that were previously on my tag list, if you wish to be added/taken off just send me a dm and I’ll get that fixed!**

#george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #george x reader #fred x reader #fluff #friend!reader #thank you anon! <3 a very cute request

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lukneetoonz · 4 years

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Kitty Kitty

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Summary: On shinsou’s birthday he’s shocked to see you have more than one present for him...

Pairing: Agedup!Shinsou x Agedup!Reader

Warnings: Maybe cussing(?), angst if you squint, fluff, and major sexual hints at the end.

Word Count: 1,264

A/N: Hi I know I’ve been MIA, and I hope to have another shinsou Fic out tomorrow because it’s baby bois bday 👾💜 I wanna thank the server I’m in for inspiration and love and support! They are all amazing people, so thank you guys if you’re reading this.

NO ARTWORK POSTED IS MY OWN AND IS FOUND ON PINTEREST

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Shinsou Hitoshi wasn’t big on his birthday, he was fine with just staying in and ordering the take out of his choice, but when he started dating you, that all changed. His last birthday was a ‘not so surprise’ surprise birthday party. You had spent weeks planning that day, inviting all your friends, getting a cake, buying enough food, and most importantly finding the perfect gift. Unbeknownst to you, shinsou had figured it out the first week of planning, thanks to big mouth denki. But he let you do it anyway because he loved how ‘secretive’ you had been acting, to shinsou, it was quite cute. So when this year came along, he expected you to start being his cute little secretive Y/N, but when your attitude didn’t change, the man was confused. Could you not be planning anything? Come to think of it, you haven’t even brought it up. Maybe you forgot…. you wouldn’t though, would you? As the days passed by, shinsou grew more and more wary of what you could be thinking, or what you couldn’t be thinking. The day before his birthday, shinsou sat with you on his lap as he played video games, “Kitten…. do you have anything important this week?”

Looking up to meet his eyes you merely giggled and shrugged, “No? Am I supposed to?” Even with all the fights he’s been with villains, all the training he was put through, that sentence may have hurt him the most. Shaking it off he sent you a small smile, “No… no I was just wondering, because denki asked if I wanted to go out and maybe grab a drink….“ You nodded as he talked, giving him a small peck on the cheek you gave a shining smile, “You should go! You never have time off, plus denki’s been complaining about not having a wingman.”

Shinsou just nodded meekly, kissing your forehead he had to contain his sigh, biting his lip he looked away, “Okay… sounds good.” Did you know what he was hinting at? Yes. Did you feel bad that he sounded so sad? Also yes. But if he knew what you had planned, he wouldn’t leave the house for you to get it ready. Hiding your smirk, you got up and stretched, “I’m gonna head to bed, night toshi!” Sending You off with a wave you all but ran to the bedroom, whipping out your phone to text the electric superhero, ‘Secret mission is a go, it's all up to you charge bolt.’

*•*

By the time shinsou woke up, you were gone, leaving him with an empty bed. He knew you were busy, he knew he wasn’t the only person in your life, but he also knew that he would feel a dull pain all day because you weren’t there. Barely getting changed, an annoying and constant knock disturbed his somewhat peace. “SHINSOU!!! BIRTHDAYYYYY BOYYYYYY! OPEN UP BEFORE I BREAK YOUR DOOR!”

Sighing, shinsou went to the door and opened it, only to be tackled to the floor and a fist meeting the top of his head as Denki gave him ‘denki’s birthday knuckle sandwich’. “Denki- get off of me” Laughing, Denki got off and wiggled his eyebrows towards the birthday boy, “I will not Apologize for my actions, for I do that to everyone on their birthday… well everyone but kacchan… he scares me sometimes” The blonde boy sweatdropped as he scratched his neck and stood up.

“Yeah Yeah…. Now where are you taking me?” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, shinsou huffed and looked like he wanted this to already end. Big mouth denki had to repeat the threats you made in his head, or else he would have yelled out that you were only gone to get his birthday presents. Throwing his arm over Shinsou’s shoulders, he put on a smirk, “Well, I'm taking you to this restaurant that gives you free dessert on your birthday! What a score, right?”

The blonde only received a mute nod back, only to confirm he was somewhat listening. As they left the apartment, denki quickly sent you a text saying how they left, and that was when your part began. Leaving Mina’s with multiple bags and a travel cage, you smiled to yourself at how smoothly everything was going. When you entered the apartment you got to work right away; Placing the cat out of the cage, wrapping a purple bow around him, baking a cake, cooking shinsou’s Favorite meal, and your favorite part, putting on one of the presents for shinsou.

When you checked the time after everything was done, you saw denki had texted you that they were on their way back. Making sure your robe covered everything, you placed the ear headband in your bedroom, grabbing the black cat to hold in your arms, you stood in front of the door, a grin on your lips. Oh how the purple haired man was gonna be surprised.

*•*

Soon, you heard the keys jingling outside the door, making you stand straighter and hold the kitty so the bow was shown. The purple tufts made its way through the door, only looking up when he heard you speak, “Happy Birthday handsome…” Your voice is slow and soft, making shinsou weak at the knees. As he took you in, eyes dark as he looked like he was going to devour you whole, a pleasant hum sounding from him, “So you didn’t forget…”

Giggling you handed the cat to a shocked shinsou, and right away he was sitting on the ground, all his attention on the animal. If only Shinsou knew that wasn’t going to be the only kitty he’ll be playing with tonight. Kneeling down, you kissed shinsou’s cheek, a proud smile on your face, “And you thought I forgot. Baby you should know me better by now…”

Shinsou nodded a blush on his face as he huffed, turning to you and kissing you softly, “I love you Y/N… this is- this is amazing.” A smirk grew on your face as you peppered his jaw with kisses, “I have one more present for you…” An eyebrow raised in curiosity as he watched you stand up, and walk to the bedroom, leaving him to follow.

Shinsou walked in to be met with you in cat like lingerie, little kitty ears, a tail, and choker with a bell. Stalking towards him, you trailed your finger down his chest, looking at him through your eyelashes, “You didn’t think that I only got you one present, did you daddy?” Purple eyes darkened in color as they raked over your body, hands pulling you in by your hips.

Running his hand through your hair, shinsou smirked with a chuckle, “I think kitty needs a treat huh? Show me why you deserve it.” His voice rough and deep, his hidden command had you on your knees right away, licking your lips, “Happy Birthday toshi…”

#mha fanfiction #mha imagines #ely here #shinsouhitoshiimaginedarlingely #shinsou smut #mha shinsou #shinsou imagine #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso imagine #mha hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #Shinsou’s Birthday!

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bean-pole-art · 3 years

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Ed’s Borderlands Fics Masterpost

well finally

here is the masterpost of all of my Borderlands fics posted. most of them are Rhysothy focused to various AUs. I’m gonna update it as I post more but here it is, along with some of my commentary

right from the start big big BIG shoutout to @spoks-illogical-art, my partner in crime, my biggest inspo, without them honestly most of these fics wouldn’t exist, please check out their amazing art <3

(latest edit - 21/02/2021)

Atlas AU - our main timeline, follows events of Moxxi’s Heist. lots of different concepts and ideas but the core really is Tim moving to Promethea to get help from Rhys. gonna sort em here with posting date, check the ao3 series for the “timeline”

Hypothetically - 2240 words summary: Rhys talks a lot, but usually thinks about it too little.

coffee, cats & monographs - 2880 words summary: “Hey hey, easy. You don’t want to repeat the accident from last week, do you?” Rhys cooed towards the cat and picked her up, just as Timothy instructed him to. Hearing these words, Felicity meowed. “Oh, don’t say that. This is my office and I have the power here,” he answered, carrying her back to his personal space.

Or Timothy's cat pays a visit to Rhys' office in the morning. note: I am a stupid mofo and at this point Tim would also have Loader Bot fkjbfd just imagine hes not mentioned cause hes wandering off, typical LB

Have Faith - 1470 words summary: During the 7 year lockdown at the Handsome Jackpot, Timothy couldn't really have any hope for himself. But maybe on Promethea it could be different. note: sudden feelings while watching JoltzDude139′s stream

Warm Cheeks, Cold Hands - 1170 words summary: Rhys comes home early and wants to say hi to his husband. With no ulterior motive. None at all. note: first fic Ive ever posted where characters are married, actually. fuck it, Rhysothy Real, his name is Rhys Lawrence

the battle (and the aftermath) of the ages - 2970 words summary: In a situation like this everything was possible, they could pull any punches they could think of. Four beasts playing against each other, every single one of them thinking of striking the winning blow.

Or Promethea Squad plays UNO. And then watches a movie. note: I love Promethea Squad with my whole heart

okurimono (贈り物) - 4/4, 17170 words summary: “Not a bomb. Just a device with a message for Rhys. Trust me on that,” this time an emoji of both winking and showing off a tongue [;P] appeared on the surface of Zer0’s helmet. Ah. So they were definitely trying to mess him up. In a way. Unfortunately, he really didn’t have any other options. Almost with a defeat, Timothy took the ECHOrecorder right from their hands and looked around it again. Or Zer0 gives Timothy a peculiar mission. note: my first ever multichapter fic. took me legit abt 8 months to finish but I am absolutely satisfied with this. also the bonus ending. yes

(there is) something I see in you - 8690 words summary: How one Rhys Strongfork met one Timothy Lawrence and how they fell for each other. More or less. note: best to go into this one blind, I swear. dumbest fic Ive ever written and please take this as a recommendation

this world is gonna pull through - 14380 words summary: Timothy really hoped it wasn’t anything important. He had that tendency to forget things easily, even if he tried to fight it. But Rhys kept on smiling and went by his side. So it couldn’t have been that bad. Still dumbfounded, he felt Rhys leaving a kiss right on his cheek.“November 11th?

That- That seriously doesn’t ring any bells?” Rhys continued, brushing his hands against his shoulders. Or how Timothy spent one of his birthdays. note: also a love letter for Tim but a nicer one I guess kdjfnb dont ask how old is he i have no gdamn idea man

Strawberry Sweet - 3560 words summary: Rhys surprises Timothy with a gift for their date night in.

Happy Mercenary Day, Mr. Lawrence - 4670 words summary: How Timothy spent his first Mercenary Day on Promethea. note: I swear this is the best writer night Ive ever had. Ive written this whole thing in one night on Christmas day, solely on the inspo of that song I linked

Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion - 4/4, 17080 words summary: Afterwards, he went around with his usual duties. Getting a quick roundabout from his PA, checking several sectors himself and looking through the thousands of messages already sent to him via ECHOs. Rhys was ready to finally take on the day, yet when he made his way to the office, he saw the unusual envelope right by the edge of his desk. “For Rhys” was written on it. Straightforward enough. Or Rhys gets a letter from a secret admirer. note: another multichapter fic!! this one also took some time and well. its inspired by ABBA songs. cause only I would write a Rhysothy fic inspired by ABBA

Ratchet Effect - 7130 words summary: Knowing just how much overworked Rhys has been, Timothy wants to let them have a nice getaway in Lazy River Land. There's only one problem to overcome - ratch infestation. note: first fic of 2021!! Ive been playing a lot of bl3 suring the writing of it so it has a lot of stuff I had observed both on Promethea and on Jackpot

Reflections - 2250 words summary: Sometimes, Timothy needs a reminder.

Tales AU - second most important timeline. it’s Tales but Tim is a part of the group. sorted chronologically

A Story For Another Day - ongoing, for now - 2/25, 15280 words Tales AU main fic. it’s gonna be a big one

Connection Interrupted - 3240 words summary: With his driving shift finished, Timothy checks up on Rhys and Vaughn's plans.

Completely Hopeless - 1040 words summary: In which Fiona notices that Rhys behaves differently in front of a certain doppelganger.

infinity times infinity times infinity - 3460 words summary: Rhys and Timothy share some dreams and secrets underneath the stars. note: the beautiful combination of Sleeping At Last and Minecraft parodies. I promise it makes sense

reality can be whatever I want - 11420 words summary: “Hey, Tim?” Timothy didn’t even spare him a look, “Are we alone, or is he there with you?” Oh, this definitely won’t be pretty.

After the confession of Handsome Jack's AI in his head and his plan to infiltrate Helios, Rhys needs to set things right with Timothy. Somehow. note: thanosdancing.gif to Backstreet Boys’ “I Want It That Way” 80′s remix and a guest appearance from Ferocity but I cant legally say her name here

still here - 2820 words summary: It all had to go down, after Helios crashed. note: I have...a love/hate relationship with this one kjdfbfg I like it but it’s honestly an alternate ending and doesnt fit within our usual bad ending, so take it with a grain of salt. i ten jebany błąd językowy w summary, kiedy ja go poprawię

together at last - 5590 words summary: It all struck him down in an instant, in this one minute. They were all safe. And they were all alive. Nothing was threatening neither him, nor Timothy, nor Fiona. He could finally breathe out.

They all found each other again. note: I am multitasking most time of my life but I dont relate any other fic to multitasking more than this one. I was honestly doing 10 things at once while writing this dfkjbndf

David AU - this one is a sub AU to Tales AU and the plot is kind of complicated dfjkbfb please check the fic for further explanation

building in curved lines - 22490 words summary: “To be fair, you look terrible. You’re barely standing in one piece and none of your coffees will hold you together for that long,” Lilith paused, seemingly weighing the correct words in her head. “You haven’t really been holding on since… We rescued The Double.” Rhys sighed heavily. Why did she have to be so right about everything. Or how Rhys and Timothy adjust to the reality after the Handsome Jack AI. note: bday gift for Spok, EASILY one of my absolute faves and the longest fic Ive written thus far

outside of AUs - some concepts I play with that are honestly outside any of our concrete timelines/concepts + fics not focused on Rhysothy

Real - 770 words summary: Reconciling with your past is a little easier, when you have someone you love right in your arms. note: first blands fic I’ve ever written. the characterization isn’t really there yet but as a first shot at the game and my kind of “introduction”, I am still satisfied of it

(Un)Familiar Faces - 9620 words summary: Timothy pursed his lips and leaned over the wall a little. He’s had enough of this solitude of closed doppelganger cabinet. Today wasn’t the day for another self-loathing session. Today, he should go off on Helios and do something for himself.

Or Timothy spends the night at a Helios bar. But not as Handsome Jack. And not as Timothy Lawrence either. note: personal favorite of mine, tough love letter to Timothy Lawrence. I have so many fond memories of writing this, including getting drunk out of my mind just like Tim and Rhys here

basics of survival - 2010 words summary: Athena taught Timothy everything he needed to know about survival. Now, it was time to put these skills into use. note: wrote this right before rona outbreak on last day in my dorms. thats all

#borderlands #fic masterpost #fanfiction #fanfic #rhysothy #rhys strongfork #timothy lawrence #just tagging characters that I write the most #fiona the con artist #zer0 the assassin #lorelei the coffee commander #athena the gladiator #Ędi's writing

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tirednotflirting · 3 years

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happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time

a day late on getting this here but!!! some bday jalex i wrote for @reveriesofawriter‘s bday! sticking to our all taylor is jalex brand, it’s a 22 fic :)

kinda fits within the marble mansion wus writing universe that my pretty venom fic is in if you want more of these boys (they’re quite sweet i think)

here this is on ao3 if that’s more ur jam x

Alex is a planner.

Early on, being a frontman meant he was the first person anyone trying to coordinate band things reached out to, and as time went on, he embraced the role. He likes organizing and keeping track of the who and when and where of it all. He likes the sticky notes and his planner and the dry-erase board he keeps on his fridge for lists. He likes knowing what is coming next.

Alex never meant to fall in love with his best friend. He never planned on Jack.

They’ve reached the point where they should probably have an adult conversation about whatever it is that’s going on between them. Honestly they probably reached that point half a decade ago, but Alex knows neither of them was ready for it then. He wonders if they’re really both ready now. He knows he is. But it scares him a little to think about what happens if the other involved party isn’t.

That conversation and what it might sound like is what Alex is thinking about as he watches the end of the sunset over the desert from the edge of the pool at the house they’re renting. He lets a wine glass dangle from his fingers, the last few sips of his pink wine swirling around the bottom. His feet slowly swing in the warm water to avoid splashing over the edge. For someone whose job it is to come up with words for feelings, he finds himself struggling with where to even begin. He wonders if that should feel significant.

He’s draining the last of his wine when he hears the back door slide open and feet pad over the stone in his direction. Just as he’s about to question who’s come to join him, the visitor sits behind him and legs drop to frame his body. Alex leans back into Jack’s chest and breathes in the scent of his cologne mixing with the nighttime air. Jack’s arms wrap around Alex and the mess of thoughts trying to piece together the conversation to be had word by word fades off to the back of Alex’s mind.

“What are you doing out here?” Jack asks, his lips brushing against Alex’s neck. Probably against his tattoo. Jack’s always particularly fond of pressing his lips there.

“Just finishing my wine,” Alex says, and lifts the empty glass as evidence. “Wanted to watch the sunset, too. Don’t think I’m ever going to want to say goodbye to this view.”

“You should get a house out here someday,” Jack says as he rocks them back and forth a little. Alex leans further into his chest. “This place has your vibes and the stars look really sick out here.”

Alex smiles at Jack thinking of his astronomy habits. “I like the way you think,” he agrees before turning to stand. “Is it time we go in and join the pregame?”

Jack lifts a hand to be helped up and elects to keep holding Alex’s hand as they head in the direction of the door. “Why do you think I came out to find you?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex says as they approach the door, a blush painting across his cheeks. “Was just a little bit stuck in my head, trying to figure something out. Didn’t mean to leave the birthday boy waiting.”

Jack smiles and drops Alex’s hand before he reaches for the door handle. They’re in the desert in June, but Alex immediately misses the warmth. The two of them so easily gravitate physically toward one another when they’re together but they don’t hold hands in group settings. The way Alex wishes they did starts the spiral of words again. “Let me know if you need any help figuring whatever it is out?” Jack says as a worried look takes over his features.

Alex never wants to worry him, so he drops a hand to Jack’s back to guide him inside. He lets his answer to Jack’s question mix into a smile. Others in the living room grab Jack for shots. He shoots Alex a look as a lime is placed between his fingers; Alex points in the direction of the stairs and mouths need to change as he heads off. A smaller smile pulls at Jack’s lips as he nods and turns the rest of the group whining for him to join in.

Alex takes a deep breath before making his way out of the room and only lifts his brows to acknowledge the knowing look from Rian as he climbs the stairs.

The club is loud. Alex isn’t sure why he always expects them not to be, but the sounds in his environment accompanied by the buzzing in his mind is almost overwhelming.

He’s just grabbed another drink and when he gets back to the table their group has claimed for the night, Jack is sitting on the tabletop, his legs swinging as he talks to a couple of girls. Alex smirks as he watches Jack lift up the birthday sash someone had shown up with for him before they left the house (it’s pink and says I’m 21 Today! in sequins). The girls laugh before they wave and disappear into the crowd. Jack turns and his eyes brighten when they fall to Alex.

He scoots closer to where Alex sits and leans in. “What’s that?” he asks, pointing at the cup Alex has just come back with.

Alex raises the drink in front of his face and frowns as his tipsy mind forgets whatever the drink was called. “Uh, pink?”

“Lemme try,” Jack says and plucks the cup from between Alex’s fingers. Alex hadn’t planned to argue with the request but he can practically hear Jack’s voice reciting the statement Alex has heard probably hundreds of times over the years: You can’t say no during birthweek.

Jack takes a sip and then leaves the cup beside him on the table. He nods thoughtfully for a moment before leaning back in so Alex can hear him. “You’re right, it tastes very pink.”

Alex laughs but before he can respond Jack is moving to sink into the seat beside him and his head drops to Alex’s shoulder. “Are clubs busier than they used to be? Feel like I can’t breathe in here,” he whines. Alex agrees, though he was ready to just blame it on their age. “Where are Rian and Zack?”

“They were talking to some girls at the bar, I think,” Alex explains. “Rian told one of them he’s a drummer and she basically melted, it was hilarious.”

“You think anyone in here has even heard an All Time Low song before?” Jack asks, his tone indicating he’s reached the kind of happy drunk where every thought that comes to mind has to leave his lips.

“Maybe ‘Dear Maria’?” Alex offers as he drops his arm to rest against Jack’s back. His fingers trace lazy patterns against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Jack hums but he doesn’t sound convinced.

Jack nuzzles his face into Alex’s neck and Alex hears him sigh. “Hey Alex?”

“Yeah?” Alex replies while his eyes track one of the bright lights circling around the room over the crowd on a dance floor.

Jack lifts his head up and throws Alex big brown puppy eyes. He can tell Jack’s about to ask him something and before he’s even heard the question he already knows his answer will be yes. He’s never been able to say no to Jack.

“Can we leave?”

Alex laughs. “Thought birthweek had no time for quitters?” he jokingly asks, recalling something Jack yelled across the room at Zack when he tried turning down shots the night before.

“Please?” Jack asks. “It’s loud and I want a snack.”

“Anything for the birthday boy,” Alex replies with a nod. Jack smiles again at the response. “Thought I saw a diner down the road. Late night breakfast?”

“God, you’re the best.”

Jack slides out of the booth as Alex reaches for the jacket he shed shortly after they arrived. While they head toward the doors that lead out to the street, Alex sends a message to the group text (The BoyDay Boys) to let the crew know they’re headed off.

The nighttime air is cool when they step out onto the street. Alex can’t remember which direction they’re meant to head so he pauses once they’re out of the way of the entrance to the club and pulls out his phone again to figure out where they’re going.

Another cool breeze blows down the street and Jack leans in closer to Alex’s side in response. It’s a frequent habit of his, the way he’s always trying to share Alex’s warmth. If Alex were a little more tipsy he probably would just wrap his arms around Jack’s waist as he leads them in the direction of the diner he’s successfully located. But he’s a little bit too self-aware for that at the moment so he elects to let Jack continue to lean into his side as they head down the street.

They pass couples walking in the opposite direction, their fingers tangled or lips pressing together without a care in the world. Alex finds he feels something in the realm of jealousy, though he’s not sure that’s the right thing to call it. Loneliness, maybe? He knows he should just say something, just see if there’s any chance at all that Jack feels the same way about figuring out what the hell they are. But it’s been so easy to just teeter the line of something for as long as they have. Alex doesn’t want to scare him away by considering the idea of throwing a label on it. Every time he explains it to Rian like that when he asks, Alex is told he’s being ridiculous and have you seen the way he looks at you, Alex?, but the fear in the back of his mind won’t budge.

The line they tightrope across is confusing, Alex thinks. But even so, he’s not unhappy. Maybe this is just the way they’re meant to be. Confusing but happy. Alex could be okay with that.

It’s a short walk to the diner and Jack chats to Alex most of the way there about some party he went to the previous week. There had been a petting zoo for some unknown reason. Alex listens to Jack describe the animals he got to pet and the kitten that tried stealing some of his White Claw. Soon enough they reach the door and push through to inside, a tiny bell jingling over their heads as they enter.

Someone behind the counter tells them they can seat themselves, that they’ll come find them in a minute for their drink orders. Jack wanders to a booth in the back of the room and Alex follows him. He waits to let Jack pick a side and slides into the one opposite him. A clock on the wall tells Alex it’s just past midnight, meaning Jack’s actual birthday has just finished. The celebrations should continue for another day or two.

A waitress comes to take their drink orders and they ask for a couple waters and a couple coffees and then they’re alone again. Jack squints his eyes down at the menu while Alex glances around the diner, ignoring the butterflies stirring whenever their knees knock together below the table and neither of them make any effort to move.

The entire scene has waves of nostalgia crashing all around Alex. It’s a pretty regular event during Jack’s birthday celebrations that he and Alex slip away from the rest of the group to catch a moment of something more tranquil during all the crazy of the week-long party.

It had become something Alex looked forward to every year. Usually when Jack’s birthday fell during a break from touring or between cycles, they would just go for a drive. Jack would find whatever couch or bed Alex had passed out on and pull him from sleep to go watch the sunrise or the sunset (his body clock was always thrown completely off balance during birthweek).

He’d usually want to go to the beach. Jack would play navigator and call out directions to whichever beach involved the least amount of traffic to get to, in a voice rough both from sleep and from screaming along to Top 40 hits in karaoke bars and clubs around LA. Once there, they would walk all the way out to the water and let little waves splash against their ankles as the sun rose higher and higher or sunk lower and lower. Eventually Jack would smile and nod toward the Pacific and sigh a deep breath of salty air and that would be the cue that he was satisfied with the experience. They usually would end up at a diner like the one they’re at right now, sipping coffee with tired eyes and laughing over pancakes.

It’s probably a two hour drive to the coast from where they currently sit but if Jack had asked to go to the beach, Alex would have gotten him there without a second thought.

Jack moves so their long legs are all tangled together below the table, and it breaks Alex out of the nostalgic place he’d been transported to for a moment. He looks up to meet Jack’s tired, happy gaze. Alex raises his eyebrows in a silent question and a gleeful smile pulls across Jack’s cheeks.

“Do you think they’d put sprinkles in my pancakes if I tell them it’s my birthday?”

That’s when it hits Alex head on, like a dart hitting the bullseye. They walk a tightrope but there’s always been a net to catch them if need be just below their feet the whole time. The look Rian’s been trying to convince him to see for years is staring back from the other side of the booth, and it says everything in the most plain but beautiful way possible. It’s the same smile Jack would give to the Pacific just after the sun had set over the city of stars. Alex breaks into a quiet laugh and wonders if he’s ever not been in love with this sunshine of a boy sitting in front of him.

(They do put sprinkles in the pancakes. Rainbow ones. And add whipped cream and a candle too.)

It’s close to 1AM by the time they pay the check and head back out into the early morning desert air. They had enough water and coffee that they’re pretty much sober now. The moon shines bright down onto them as they stand in front of the diner, unsure of where to head next.

“Want to take a walk?” Alex asks while pointing down a more quiet part of the street in the opposite direction they came from.

“Sounds nice,” Jack agrees, and motions for Alex to lead the way.

They start down the sidewalk and let the nighttime noises play as their soundtrack for a few minutes. Jack breaks the silence to tell the story of something his mom told him about when he called her a couple days ago and at some point in the middle of the tale, he reaches for Alex’s hand and threads their fingers together so their joined hands swing between them. Alex continues listening as he looks down, and there’s some tiny part of his brain that tries to start making another set of pros and cons lists, but then he shakes the thought away and stops walking.

Jack glances back with a confused look when he feels the pull on his arm. “What is it, Al?”

Alex lets out a sigh as he looks back and forth between their hands and the look on Jack’s face. The words fall from his lips before he can even process them fully. “Jack, I really like you.”

The look of confusion fades into something more stunned as Jack takes a step closer to him. “What?” he asks in a quiet voice, like he’s worried that speaking too loudly might shatter the moment that Alex’s confession just created.

“I really like you,” Alex says and reaches over to pull Jack in at the waist. “I like you in the want to show you off and kiss you until our friends groan and introduce you as my boyfriend at parties kind of way. I want to hold your hand when we walk back inside after watching the sunset like the cheesy idiots we are.”

For a moment he just watches Jack nod before a smile brighter than the full moon overhead pulls across Jack's face. He lets his arms wrap around Alex's neck and pulls him close enough that their foreheads touch. “I like you, too. So much. I might love you, I think, but that feels like a really big word,” Jack says back, in a voice still just above a whisper. “I could never come up with the words to say that until right now.”

Alex doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until Jack moves to cup Alex’s cheek, his thumb running across his cheekbone just in time to swipe away a tear. “God, we’re stupid. You’d think we of all people would know to just let the words come to us.”

Jack shakes his head and pouts. “Hey, you’re the veteran songwriter here. I'm still new enough to this that I have an excuse.”

“Shut up,” Alex laughs, and then he leans closer to press their lips together. Jack adjusts to cup his hand around Alex's other cheek as Alex's grip on his waist tightens. It’s not even fireworks and confetti like Alex had imagined it would be. They laugh against each other’s lips between kisses and it’s just them. When Alex pulls away and tucks his face into Jack's neck, his lips pressing lazily against the triangles inked into Jack's skin, he feels peace. Holding Jack feels like coming home or a deep breath of the cool ocean air just after sunset. He feels like what Alex always imagined love to feel like.

Somehow they still beat everyone else back to the house. Their giggles echo off the halls as they kick their shoes off before heading up the stairs, one of them stopping the other every so often for another kiss.

They make it up the stairs eventually and Alex drags Jack in the direction of his room. Alex only whines for a moment when Jack pulls away because Well, you want me to brush my teeth, don’t you? When Jack returns Alex is changed and going through his own routine in the bathroom. When he glances out through the open door to the bedroom, Jack has already claimed his side of the bed and is looking at him across the room, a lazy smile pulling across his face.

“What?” Alex asks as he turns off the tap and shuffles over to lean against the doorway.

Jack shrugs. “Nothing.”

“What’s that look for then?” Alex asks. Jack sits facing towards him, his temple resting against the headboard. He’s changed into sweats and a tank Alex is pretty sure was swiped from his own closet. It’s stretched and worn enough that it’s falling off of Jack’s tattooed shoulder. If Alex could pick one image to look at for the rest of his life, this one would certainly be in the running.

“I think I’m just glad we kind of figured this out a bit,” Jack replies.

“Well, I’m pretty sure if I went another day without saying something, Rian would have threatened to tell you himself and I think we’re just a little bit too old to be having our friends communicate our feelings for us.”

“Yeah, maybe a little bit,” Jack laughs as he slides beneath the sheets. Alex hits the light in the bathroom and pads across the room. He hears the front door open and close downstairs followed by laughter, signalling the rest of their crew has arrived home. As he listens to the quiet conversations happening on the first floor, he crawls into bed and drops his head on the pillow beside where Jack rests with his hand holding up his head. Alex drops an arm around Jack’s waist and pulls him closer.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep when I feel like I’m dreaming,” Alex says while Jack turns to shut the lamp off.

“Alex, I adore you, but that was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said and your exhaustion is showing,” Jack says with a laugh before pressing his lips to Alex’s temple. “I’ll still be right here in the morning.”

“Will you remind me of all of the cheesy things I said tonight?”

“For as long as you’ll let me,” Jack replies. He drops his head against the pillow and smiles up at Alex.

“I’m holding you to that,” Alex says. He presses a kiss to the tattoos on Jack’s shoulder he’d been admiring from the doorway before moving to settle his head against his chest.

As he lets his tired eyes fall shut while settling against Jack, Alex is surprised that the swirling mix of words in his head he’s become accustomed to isn’t there. He’s used to his mind still trying desperately to plan out whatever needs to come next even as he falls asleep. But as Jack tucks an arm around his waist and drifts closer to sleep, Alex decides maybe he’s alright with not knowing what comes next so long as they stay like this.

#jalex #jalex fic #atl fic #fun fact i had a whole crisis over whether or not to allow this to fit into this universe at first #bc they def were not in the desert yet during jack's bday in 2019 #but then i thought this would be fun so we ignored that sdklfjsldf

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opheliasbrokenmind · 4 years

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Hiii yesterday was my bday but i’m very sad because apart from my parents, also my dad was even working and i almost cried when he called me :(, almost no one wished me a happy birthday while i always remember everyone’s bday and make sure to leave a nice message telling them how much i love them and how much they worth. I’m so so sad really :,( i was thinking if you could write smthng about this with tommy and a reader in my situation😔❤️

heyy i’m so sorry you felt like this and also i apologise because you sent this a few days ago but i just had the time to write. i know how it feels like to care about people around you but not getting the same attention from them, i hope this could help a bit to cheer you up a bit. let me know what you think and remember i love you soo much. happy birthday!!! 💖😭💕

‘Where are you going?’ The voice of your mother stopped you, she stared at your dress and arched an eyebrow. ‘To meet with a friend.’

‘I thought you said your friends weren’t here in Small Heath.’ She quoted from your earlier conversation and the memory of it erased the small smile on your lips. ‘Well, not all of them are gone.’

‘Be back by nine, it’s your birthday.’ Now it was your turn to ask, ‘You think dad knows that, too?’ She sighed and glanced away, ‘He didn’t choose to work late tonight and you know that, don’t blame him.’

‘Okay, mum.’ You left the house before she could ask who you were going to meet with and you thought it was better that way. The Shelby name didn’t leave a good impression on your parents after the father of the family left them after his wife passed away and the mischievous brothers weren’t doing any help.

Unbeknownst to your parents, you were a good friend to the family or at least you thought you were. You first met John -actually the wild boy ran into you at the shop and Polly insisted you to have a cup of tea with her- and it was unavoidable for you to meet with the rest of the family. Then you found yourself helping Ada with her schoolwork or babysitting Finn when they were busy.

Being who he was, Tommy was quick to drag you into a discussion and soon you two started to spend time together; chatting, reading or just sitting in silence. That’s what he liked about you, you were sincere about your emotions and unlike some other people, you never judged him or his family. You made them feel like you were always there to listen and help.

He also liked how passionate you were and the way stood up for the things you thought were right. And oh boy, you were so caring. You always made sure people around you felt appreciated and you never forgot their birthdays. You remembered the dates and even though you couldn’t make it to celebrate, you sent a card to remind them how much they meant to you. If your friends from school weren’t in town, you sent them cards and even little presents to let them know you loved them.

However, the same didn’t go for you that year. Your father called earlier to inform you that he had to stay and work late and it broke your heart. You wanted to celebrate your birthday with your family and your loved ones. Borning in summer seemed like a disadvantage now as you didn’t receive anything from your friends.

Thoughts clouded your mind as you stopped in front of the familiar door and to your luck, the charming member of the Shelby clan was already outside. You formed a soft smile as he greeted you with a wide grin and you started to walk.

‘How’s our birthday girl?’ He asked calmly and before you had a chance to make up a sentence, he noticed your face dropped. ‘I’m fine.’ You mumbled but it was too late. ‘y/n, is something wrong?’

‘No, it’s just... not how I imagined it to be like.’ Tommy frowned with that, ‘What happened?’ You knew there wasn’t a reason for you to shy away so you let him know what you thought, ‘I know it might sound a bit needy and I don’t expect anything from anyone but... I’m turning 17 and it’s not that hard to send a card.’

‘Maybe they hadn’t arrived yet?’ He asked and you shook your head, ‘At least you remembered.’ His eyes shone with happiness, ‘Of course I did.’ You turned your eyes to the road as he continued to watch you, ‘Tommy?’ You called his name without looking at him and he watched you carefully, ‘Yes?’

‘Where are we going?’

‘Well, have a guess.’ You turned to him and he gave you another sincere smile, you repeated the motion unintentionally, his smile has always been contagious. ‘To the cut?’

‘Oh, we don’t want to ruin that pretty dress of yours now, do we?’ You responded with a smile and waited in silence as you continued to walk, only stopped when he did. ‘What’s this place?’

‘It’s uncle Charlie’s yard.’ The name rang a bell in your memory and you remembered that’s where he often visited the horses. ‘We’ll see the horses?’ He nodded and put a hand on your back to guide you, ‘You are saying goodbye to sweet sixteen and you still don’t know how to ride a horse.’

‘Tommy, no. I can’t.’ You protested but you knew he was going to teach you anyway, ‘Yes, you can. I’ll be by your side.’ You stopped in front of the black horse, there was a small basket laying next to him. ‘You planned this?’

‘What was I supposed to do, send you a card?’ He joked as he helped you get on the horse and you rolled your eyes, ‘Funny.’ Then he took his place behind you and let the horse take you to the green trees, his left hand resting on your thigh as you leaned back a little to feel safe.

‘This feels... perfect. The wind, the grass, this horse... and you, thank you, Tommy.’ You whispered and he pressed the side of his face to yours, the sweet smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils once again. Then he stopped the horse when he thought it was a nice place to sit and have a little picnic. You opened the basket as he put the blanket on the ground, ‘You made sandwiches?’

‘Actually, Polly made them but I prepared the fruits.’ You smiled with his words and once you were laying on the blanket after finishing your food, you laughed. ‘Do your brothers know about this surprise?’ They made their duty to tease the two of you and he smiled, ‘They might be heard about it.’

‘Can’t wait to hear their thoughts.’ You joked and he chuckled, ‘Yeah. So, you are seventeen now. Any wishes?’ You gave out a soft sigh before answering, ‘I want to be happy and spend more time with the people I care about.’

‘You should add more horseriding, too.’ Tommy pointed out and you smiled, ‘Only if you are with me. Really, Tom. I enjoyed it and I’m glad for everything you’ve done.’ He moved closer to leave a kiss on your cheek, ‘Anything for the birthday girl.’

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