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#yeah i finally giffed this after a week even tho i thought i would the day after it came out asdsdgsdg
yangjeongin · 2 years
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plentyoffandoms · 2 years
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Hello!
Could I request a MJF x reader fic wear they are both major heels and the company and maybe they bothe have rivalry going on with two people who are dating and kinda have a mureral agreement to be allias for the match (bonus points if its a winner takes all match with two diffrent titles). Maybe as a joke one of them brings up don't fall in love with me but they do but since they both have massive egos they are two stubborn to atmit it bur at the match one of them gets injured and the other gets like MAD MAD. And then next week it's all lovely dovey and they become 2 assholes in love and even the tho everyone hates them they are realived that they finally atmit there feelings.
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MJF x f/Reader
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing.
Gifs & Photos do not belong to me.
I hope you like it
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ MJF Masterlist
Adam Cole - Austin ☆ Thunder Rosa - Melissa ☆ Shawn Spears- Ronnie.
Summary: MJF & f/Reader are the biggest heels in AEW. Adam Cole & Dr Britt Baker DMD challenged any one a tag team match. Everything is on the line.
YN's POV:
I was talking with Jade when everyone got the email from the higher ups that Austin and Britt have put out a challenge and they are putting their titles on the line.
AEW World Champion and AEW Women's World Champion.
"You going to go for it?" Jade asked me.
"Yeah, of course I am. You know how much I can't stand Britt and she just has been smug ever since she got the title back from Melissa. The damn bitch needs to be knocked down a few pegs."
"And you wouldn't be gloating and holding it over the whole women's division?" Jade asked me with one eyebrow raised.
"Obviously I would, but I need a partner first and foremost." I was going to say something else when Britt and Austin walked by. I could feel my lip curling up at them.
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Just seeing them brought back why I can't stand her.
We trained with the same people. We always seemed to get booked together. She always did soemething to piss me off. One time she took my clothes while I was in the shower and hid them.
I have no idea what she thought I was going to do but I just grabbed my bag and literally walked out where everyone could see me in a towel, with my head held high and got in my car and drove home.
That is just one of the many reasons why I can't stand her. So to beat Britt Baker, I had to gain the confidence to show her that she can not mess with me.
And to many people I am just full of myself and have been told I have the biggest ego out there. My reply that usually follows that remark usually has them leaving me alone.
"It protects me from losers."
Mean but truthful. I don't like to associate myself with people who just skim by in this profession or in life. You have to work hard for you want and I have worked my ass off to get here.
Britt is a good wrestler but is she as good as me?
Hell no.
So I need someone who is at my level that I know I can work with. Who I know will do anything to win. But who could it be?
I heard him before I saw him. Max! He would be perfect.
Him and Austin hate eachother. I have no idea why nor do I care but these two can barely be in the same room together.
I stood up and ignored Jade as I walked towards Max and the table he is no occupying.
"Hey handsome, can I sit here?" I said with as much sweetness as I could muster. I batted my eyes at him hoping he will take the bait.
He looked me up and down and he smiled at me.
"No." I narrowed my eyes at him as he laughed. His laughter stopped once I sat down next to him.
"I said no LN."
"Like I give a shit. Look, I have a proposition for you." That got his attention.
"Yeah and what is?"
"Just us becoming the new AEW Men and Women Champions."
"Got no one else to do this with?"
"I know how much you hate Austin Max. He gets everything you ever wanted."
"Not true."
"Yes it is true and you know it. That douchebag walks in here after you have worked your ass off and he gets a shot at the title. What the hell did you get? Nothing."
For once Max was actually quiet.
"Fine, I will work with you only this one time YN."
"You sound like you are doing me a favour. I know you Max, you were looking for someone to come and ask you."
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say there Princess."
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MJF's POV:
Our match against Austin and Britt was just around the corner and YN and I have been spending all our time together.
Trying to learn to work together and how we can actually work as a team.
I must admit in the beginning it was hard. The two of were fighting none stop as we both had ideas that we believed were better option.
"Will you try and listen to one of my ideas Max?" YN asked me as she was just about to take a sip from her water bottle.
"Who is the veteran here Princess?" Oh and I keep calling her Princess which she does not like, but I'm not going to stop calling her that.
Not when I enjoy her flipping me off or glaring at me.
"Oh please, you have what one year on me? We are supposed to be working together and with the way how you are acting, we are going to make complete fools of ourselves."
"Fine, I'll listen. Give me your best ideas." I said just to make her shut up.
And the more I listened the more I realised maybe I should be listening to her ideas more.
I told her some of mine and we learned to actually communicate with one another.
"You have some good ideas Max." YN said.
"Yeah I know. So do you Princess."
"Calm in down there Max. Don't go fallin' in love with me." She teased. I actually laughed at her but since that day, we haven't been able to stop talking.
Even when we are not with one another, we are texting each other. So much so that my friends have noticed.
I was out shopping with Ronnie when my phone went off. He just chuckled to himself when I pulled my phone out and replied back quickly.
"YN?"
"Yeah."
"So when are you going to admit that you like her?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about Ronnie. We are barely friends."
"Okay bud. You keep telling yourself that." If looks could kill, Ronnie would of been dead.
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I couldn't get what Ronnie said out of my head. Did I like her like that? Nah, I can't. YN and I have nothing in common. We are only working together just to get these titles.
But as I am ready to walk out into the ring with her by my side, I couldn't help but look at her in a whole new light.
"You ready Max?"
"Yeah, let's go and show the world what two champions look like." My music started and the two of us walked out to the booing, with Ronnie right behind us.
YN and I just waved at the people who were booing us. She blew a few of them kisses and winked as well.
Austin and Britt came down together in matching outfits and the crowd was cheering them on. The belts around the waists, just tainting us.
The bell rang and it is time. First up was Britt and YN.
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YN's POV:
Britt wasn't holding anything back and neither was I. Probably in the first four minutes of us wrestling, we already have made eachother bleed.
Now she has tapped Austin in and I quickly got to Max and he was in. This went on for awhile now and the four of us were near the end of the time limit.
But I was standing on the side of the ring, waiting to see what Max would do when I felt Britt grab my foot and pull me back and down.
I didn't have enough time to probably protect myself from this move and I went the ground, hard. My head bouncing off the ground.
My vision going blurry and I couldn't focus. I can hear the gasps all around me. Fans were screaming for Bryce to turn around and notice me.
I tried to get up but I couldn't. Everything was blurry and there was a a ringing in my ears.
I felt like I was going to vomit as I tried to get up one more time, but I fell back to the ground, before I completely blacked out.
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MJF's POV:
When I heard the gasps from the crowd I didn't think much of it, but then the fans started to scream for Bryce to look in my corner.
Austin and I took a moment to look and I felt my body go cold when I saw YN laying there, struggling to get up. The medical team came running down the ramp to get to her but all I saw was red.
I jumped out of the ring and went to confront Britt about this. I wasn't going to hurt her but I am angry.
"What the fuck Britt!" Her eyes were big as she was looking at YN. Austin stepped infront of her but I just pushed him out of the way.
He came swinging at me and got him in the jaw. He went staggering backwards. I was going to confront Britt again but Ronnie was calling my name.
I looked and saw that YN was being taken backstage. I ran to join her. I was holding her hand to let her know I was there.
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She coming in and out of consciousness.
"She has to go to the hospital. She will need some tests done." Someone said.
"Which hospital?" I asked.
"We don't know. Gonna have to ask the paramedics which one they will take it too."
"Go get changed Max, I'll stay with her." Jade said as she came rushing to take my spot. I ran and changed my clothes, but during that time YN was taken to the hospital. I was told which one and I was there as fast I could be.
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It has been only two days since YN was taken to the hospital. She is doing okay but I have hardly left her side.
She doesn't really like to keep her eyes open as she said the bright lights are hurting her eyes.
"You know you can go back to your hotel room Max?" YN said as she looked at me.
"Nah, I would rather be here with you."
"Oh please, I know you had some woman lined up to meet you after our match."
I did but YN had no idea I cancelled that booty call. I was going to tell her after the match how I feel about her.
"I cancelled it. If we won I wanted to spend the night celebrating with you."
"You're shitting me Max."
"Nope."
"You turned down getting your dick wet to be with me? Why? Fall in love with me or something?"
"Yeah I did. Even though you said not too."
"You better not be lying to me Max. My head can't take it."
"Not lying Princess. You stole my heart and I have no idea when or how but you did."
"Well shit, I guess I can finally admit to myself that I love you too Max."
I got up and out of my seat and held her face gently in my hands and leaned down and kissed her lips.
Not how I imagined our first kiss to be but it will sure make an interesting first kiss story.
~
YN is finally good enough to leave the hospital. Good thing the next city we have to be in is only a few hours away, so we just drove there in a rented car.
The two of us walked into the arena hand in hand. The smile that came over Ronnie's face made me want to slap it off.
"What the hell are you looking at Ronnie? Never seen such a gorgeous couple before?"
The groans that followed YN's comment had me almost laughing.
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sabohno · 6 months
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So, this is mostly for me to look back on in the future or for anyone who wants to know my process for making this comic.
Officially, I started this project on September 9th, 2022. I did one page of thumbnails all in one sitting. Like this.
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I didn't have a clear picture in my mind of what I wanted. I still can't see it even when thinking of how I wanted this project to look.
So, I sketched out the pages. The earliest ones I can think of. And then, I wrote down my first draft of the script.
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... Why I thought I'd be done by Christmas, I do not know.
Added some more in October. And I thought that would be it. I changed my mind later, though, to include two more pages.
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Then, I rewrote my script in March. This time, I added which pages they would go to instead of the jumbled mess draft 1 was.
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After I shared my post with my new editor, who is not the one I directly mention, my old editor noted that I made some grammar mistakes. So, I double-checked the grammar and wording at my college library on September 17th with Grammarly.
… My house had no wifi, and I struggled to get it working. Yeah, it was a tough week from 9/17 to 9/21. I managed to get it done in the end, tho! I'm writing this process post on the 22nd anyway.
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If you're wondering why you're not seeing all of it, it's because I'm not subjecting you to scrolling. It was copied from how I formatted it in the pages, so they're very spaced.
Oh right! I forgot. I used a LOT of references and put them in PureRef. (161 MB! Really huge for me.)
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And finally, a video of the entire process. That is 158 images you are seeing because I forgot CSP has a timelapse function! If you pause, you can see those early sketches pop up before my latest work overtakes the rest of the process I entirely made up. I drew something with a night sky theme on a whim and went with it instead. (The effect is a crossfade from a gif maker before I put all the combined gifs for each page into a video. This. This is something I plan on never repeating.) Additional Edit for October 1st, 2023: I added a signature so you won't spot it in the video.
Takeaways (for me):
Don't bold so hard! Or maybe learn to bold correctly for next time.
More curvy lines?
Learn how to ink details.
Learn to draw humans more.
Try experimenting more with sketching.
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stay-midnight · 3 years
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SKZ, Smut Headcannons
They/Them pronouns are used but here reader has a dick.
Read this at your own discretion — this is the most explicit thing I probably have ever wrote so please. Read. At. Your. Own. Discretion.
This contains: All Members’ kinks, what aftercare with them is like, their positions in bed (Dom/Sub and Top/Bottom) and more - This is more of a switch reader ig.
Note: Top or Bottom meaning the one who gives or receives, it’s usually only used on same-sex relationship unless pegging (The act of a woman penetrating a man with a toy or a strap-on.) is involved while Dom or Sub is used by the power dynamics in bed, meaning who takes the lead and who submits, this is why we have Subtops/Dombottoms.
a/n: This is me just passing time, also I was bored okay- also, this is my view on them so don’t @ me 😭. And oh yes, very classic idea. But i haven’t seen one for M. Readers tho mostly gender neutral and fem. readers.
~ All gif credits goes to their owners <3
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Bang Chan
Switch leaning bottom, okay with topping but prefers to be on the receiving end. Soft Sub with Soft Dom Tendencies from time to time.
So like, I know almost or all of you see Chan as a Hard Dom/Top but hear me out—
Chan already takes care of 7 kids so he really just prefers to be taken care of in bed.
He doesn’t mind if you wanna go rough or soft on him, though he prefers you to be soft when he’s tired or after work.
He is barely a brat to be honest since he’s too tired so it’s very rarely you could put him in his place but from time to time he does like you being rough with him.
During more kinky nights though, well you have a plethora of toys to use on him~
He is a soft dom though during the times where you are extremely tired and just prefer to get led on so he’ll do just that.
He is pretty vanilla honestly, his kinks aren’t that wide or extreme.
Chan is very whiny and noisy in bed, whenever you are rough with him expect him to not listen to anything you say because he’d like to get what he wants. He would like it if you talk to him dirty though and praise him.
When you praise Chan, he’d be a good for you especially if you call him pretty or a good pup.
Kinks he likes that I can see are: Edging and Overstimulation (Receiving), Blowjobs (Giving or Receiving) and during more rough/kinky nights, he has a collar kink since he wants to wear it and for you to call him "puppy".
This one time you both had sex and he wore those wolf ears since he wanted to try. He looked cute and when you praised him. He lost control and went on all fours — him begging you to just destroy his ass.
His biggest no no is anything that gives you or him too much pain, spanking is okay but not too hard.
One thing that he wants to try with you is barebacking (unprotected sex) since you both always use protection for safety. He wants to feel your cock inside him with no barrier in between, he also want to feel you fill him up.
Aftercare with him is soft, even though he was the one who subbed for you he will check on you immediately with questions like: “Are you okay?” or something of the same.
He wants to ensure that you don’t have a domdrop.
So yeah, overall: Chan is a subby puppy that will still take care of you even if he’s the one to be limping the next day. That’s how much Channie loves you~
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Lee Minho
Prefers to Top, but will bottom if you really really want it. Dom with Hard Dom tendencies, rarely subs but isn’t opposed to it.
Ah yes, Lino is a dom — what a suprise- (note the sarcasm pls-)
Minho just prefers to dominate/top you in bed, he wants you to whine and beg for him. He stares you down with those scary eyes of his.
Minho is an amazing brat tamer and he does not take kindly to them, so beware if you brat out. He will punish you, maybe even edge you till you finally become a babbling mess for him.
He also likes to tie you up and tease you, oh, dare I say that he wouldn't mind touching you in public, he would grab your ass a lot too and would squeeze your bulge if he sees you having one.
He isn’t much of a sub since he really just wants to fuck you senseless, ehem. I don’t make the rules— Would let you dom, if he sees you that way but still it would be fun for him to break a dom.
When with Minho though, passionate nights are rare due to him already being deep inside you fucking you into the bed roughly when he’s needy which is like every day— Mans has a high sex drive.
Though during those passionate nights expect Minho to be extra caring and soft to you cus' he wants you to feel loved through his pleasure.
His Biggest Kinks though are: Degradation and Petnames (Giving) Pain Play is also there (Giving) and he of course, likes teasing and hearing you beg for him. The petname he calls you is bunny and he degrades you a lot but if you don’t like being degraded he is okay with praising you instead.
He mostly calls you his cockslut or his cumdump (only if you agree on taking it raw) if not then he won’t call you any of these.
His biggest no no is anything with bodily fluids that isn't cum or spit. He hates getting dirty and he hates dirtying you too much, he is like a cat that’s why.
One thing that Minho wants to try with you is threesome, he wants to asks if you're down for it or not. If he sees you get angry though, he would deeply apologize and say that you were enough for him. But if you agree, Minho would either fetch Jisung to help dom you or Chan so you could help him dom him.
Aftercare with Minho is loving, he takes care of you and make sure you escape your headspace properly if you have one and he will praise you a lot like, “You did good for me, sweet bunny..”
Overall: Minho is a hard dom that extremely loves you and is thankful that you trust him enough during your heated sessions.
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Seo Changbin
Switch, okay with topping or bottoming. Switch again, okay with domming or subbing. He likes to dom when he’s more energetic and likes to sub when he has those days that he just wanna lay down and let you do all the work.
Most of y’all see him as hard dom/top but I see him more of a switch. He has this cute side that I think is more submissive than you think.
Binnie wants to be taken care of softly. He doesn’t really like the rough treatment and prefers if you be soft with him if he is subbing/bottoming. He likes the petname "Bun" or "Bunny"
When you both had sex for the first time you expected him to be rough with you but he wasn't. He was soft and careful with you making sure you felt more pleasure than pain. He also prepped you as much as possible because he thought your moans was you feeling pain—
As scary as he may look he’s a softie, opting for more gentle sessions that rough ones. Sure there are some days were he prefers to just lift you up with his strong muscles and rail you against a wall but he mostly prefers the passionate nights.
Changbin when he subs likes to get tied up because he likes the feeling of constriction. He doesn't really tie you up much but from time to time he pins your arms as he fucks you.
He kinda doesn't know what to do with you when your bratty, he asked one of his members once and said member choked at the question. He gives you some slaps to your ass but that’s how far he got— So don’t be bratty with him, cuz he’ll be a confused bun.
Changbin usually bites his lips when he bottoms since he doesn't like letting out his sweet noises that is until you reassured him that it was okay and oh did he get loud, you were afraid that the neighbors heard him moaning out your name.
Changbin also has vanilla kinks since he treats sex as a way to feel connected to you. His sex drive is low actually, sex once a week is okay and he doesn’t masturbate much.
His biggest kink is Pet Play, call him bunny as you fuck into him or as he fucks into you. Either way, he’ll melt into a puddle.
He also likes to some Nipple Play, he likes you touching his pecs and kneading or teasing it. He also sucks on your nipple when he’s on top of you.
His Biggest no no is Sex Toys during a session, he is okay with you using it outside it as a way to pleasure yourself but he prefers giving you pleasure himself without the use of any objects.
One thing he’d really like to try though is Cum Play and Pec Fucking he wants you to fuck his pecs and cum on it his chest, smearing your own cum at his pecs. He also wants you to kiss him with his cum on your mouth.
Aftercare with Changbin is a very thorough clean up and check up session, he makes sure to make the bed comfy and clean to sleep on. If he topped he’d like to clean his cum of you, if he bottomed he cleans it himself but wouldn't mind if you wanted to clean it yourself.
Overall, Changbin is scary but really just a softie inside. He opts to care for you a lot since he doesn't like seeing you get hurt!
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Hwang Hyunjin
Prefers to top because he likes to feel you around him, Hyunjin is a lazy dom honestly. He just lays down and watch you ride his cock — if he doesn't like the speed, he slaps your ass or that one time he decided to slap your dick.
I know most of y’all see him as a switch with a sub preference but I beg to differ— He is a dom in disguise :s
When Hyunjin wants sex he just grabs you away from where you guys get caught and lead you to a bedroom where fun times could happen.
He always like to see you on your knees, staring up at him. He also likes to see you choke on his cock too, because even he knows he has a big one. He likes it when things get messy as he tug on your hair while you were sucking him off.
He likes seeing your tears whenever he hits the back of your throat because he thinks you look ethereal when your crying — especially when you stare up at him when you have tears flowing down your cheeks.
Sometimes he calls you his "fucktoy" or his "cocksleeve" because it turns him on tenfolds especially when you obediently nod and agree to him.
Hyunjin also likes to suck you off especially if it's a way to tease you, he is very skilled at it apparently. He doesn't want you to come inside his mouth though, if you do then expect some sort of punishment.
He doesn't have a preferred nickname, but if you call him "daddy" he wouldn't be opposed to it — because he knows those titles hold power over you.
Hyunjin also likes to make out randomly. One time, one of the members caught both of you clearly getting it on the couch and his tongue basically shoved down your mouth. He likes it messy really. The member who say both of you was scarred though.
His sex drive isn’t that high but if you wanna fuck every day his down for it but if not it could be atleast 3-2 times a week.
He doesn't really like bottoming much, but one time he teased you by spreading himself and showing you his pretty pink hole. But in the end he still fucked you.
Even though he’s a lazy dom, he still always manage to turn you dumb just from the sheer size of his manhood. He also keeps a lot of toys around so expect to have a vibrator to be on your dick when you’re riding him. If you keep stopping or halting though he’ll change positions so he could fuck you hard instead.
His biggest kink is Blowjobs (Receiving or Giving) because he likes you to choke on his dick or he likes to just suck your cock. Bondage (Giving), he likes tying you up and seeing you all pretty and bare just for him. He even bought some nipple clamps and cockrings just so he could use them on you.
Hyunjin also takes pictures of you when he ties you up (with your consent of course) so that he could jerk off to them when he’s on tour or just away from you in general.
Hyunjin’s biggest no no is anything to do with piercing your skin — knives and needles, etc. He doesn't want to make you feel extreme pain because he wants to give you pleasure not pain. He spanks you sometimes but not to hard.
One thing that Hyunjin wants is to see you wearing a lingerie because he thinks that you’d look pretty wearing them. He would drool a bit seeing you so sexy like that.
Aftercare with Hyunjin is soft as fuck, he would baby you and won’t allow you to do anything. He treats you like a prince and makes sure you’re the most comfy after doing the deed.
Overall, Hyunjin is lazy in bed but he can snap and he will not hesitate to give you the rough treatment — Doesn’t matter how tired he is, he will destroy that ass.
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Han Jisung
Pure Switch, can top or bottom — can also dom or sub. But it depends on his mood, if in a mood where he’s a bit angry or if you were being bratty — he’d punish you for it and if he’s angry, he’d opt for angry sex wherein he’d fuck you against the bedroom wall or just fuck you on the bed roughly and in doggy style.
“The birthday twins are switches y’all.” - Me quoting because I see so many bottom Jisung or Felix.
If he’s feeling a bit tired or he’s more soft, he’d rather let you do all the work. Softly, just laying down — letting out moans and whines as you fucked him.
He isn’t much of a brat when he’s feeling subby because he’s eager to please you in any way he can. He can still be bratty though, so expect some heat back. If you punish him though, he’d be quite giggly afterwards.
When domming, he likes being quick and rough — wanting to just hear your pleas for more, he also likes messing with your body — he squeezes your nipples or squeezes your cock — he does anything he can too make you writhe underneath him.
He also likes using toys — you guys have a collection of cock rings, different sizes of vibrators and dildos, ropes and handcuffs, a gag, blindfolds and buttplugs. Buttplugs are his favourites, you’ll see why later-.
Jisung has lots of fun power bottoming especially this one time that he stuck the largest vibrator you both had into you and placed it on a high setting. He rode you with a grin as tears fell from your face, before he wiped them with his fingers and kissed you to ease down the stretch and constant vibrations.
His biggest kinks is filling you up with his seed or getting filled up by your cum, he likes the feeling of being filled and wearing a buttplug to keep it in. He very much likes to fill you up to the brim and keeping you plugged up. It gives him the sense that you belong to him.
He also enjoys tying you up, so that he could ride you teasingly or fuck into you relentlessly, Jisung also likes to tease you in public — So expect some ass groping or thigh groping.
His biggest no no is Weapon Play — either with a gun or a knife because it’s too dangerous for him. He hates playing with these because things could go wrong and he wouldn't want both of you to end up in the ER.
One thing, I think that he would think about a lot is threesomes — he would ask if you were opposed to it or not cuz if not then expect Minho to show up on both of your doorstep one night.
Aftercare with Jisung is 80% cuddles and affection, 19% talking/praising and 1% actual cleaning, because he would be too lazy to get up after sex. He would just lay both of you down and praise you for either fucking him well or you being a good boy for him.
Overall, Jisung is a switch with a rough dom and a obedient sub tendencies. He will take care of you well and hopefully you do the same to him~
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Lee Felix
Pure Switch can top or bottom — or dom and sub. But unlike Jisung, it depends on his partner not his mood. If you’re a sub/bottom, he’ll happily dom/top you and vice versa.
B-day Twins switches supremacy and y’all can't tell me otherwise 🤨
When you’re a switch, he’ll have sex with you depending on what position, you want — Felix always wants to make sure you, his partner gets the best fuck of their life. Wanna feel him clenching around you? He’ll happily bottom for you. Want his cock deep inside you? He can make it happen too.
When subbing, Felix is an obedient sub — ready to always please you, he never becomes bratty since all he wants is to make you feel good. He would follow your every instruction clearly. Felix is also amazing at blowjobs and has learned to minimize his gagreflex so you can fuck into his mouth without worrying of hurting him too much.
When domming, Felix is a dom based on how you like it — if you want him soft or a hard dom, he can be both. When you like him soft, he gives you praises and makes sure that your legs aren't wobbly the next day. When you like him hard — then he fucks you hard, grips your hair as he’s ramming into you. Loving your moans, whines and grunts of pleasure because it reminds him that he is making you feel good.
He always complains how small his hands is because he can't finger you properly.
He always likes to try out new kinks with you. You both tried kitten play, so coming home to a Felix with cat ears and tail buttplug was shocking and a huge turn on at the same time. He also wanted to try out a collar and leash with you, so as he rails into you he could pull the leash and pull you back on his cock. Both of you agreed to try more of those from time to time.
He has a unusually high sex drive, it isn’t Minho level high but it was high enough that you could fuck twice in one day. He asks you to fuck in a funny way too, “Babe, wanna fuck?”
His biggest kink is marking (giving or receiving) he likes leaving a lot of marks on you. So usually after sex. Yours or his body is full of bruises and bite marks — since when he goes to hard on you he sinks his teeth down on different parts of your body. He also begs you to mark him when your on top.
He also likes rimming, he is very whiny when you fuck him with his tongue. He always likes to feel your wet muscle against backside. He also likes eating you out, he spreads your legs sometimes too much that you have to say it out then he goes like “Oh shit, sorry.” then resumes to eating you out.
His biggest no no is Degradation, he doesn't like calling you names like that even when he is being a hard dom, he prefers to praise you dirtily like, “You look so fucking good speared on my cock, pup.”
One thing that Felix would try with you is Choking. He wants you to choke him while have sex or for him to choke you but he needs proper guidance for that cus he doesn't wanna accidentally kill you during the session.
Aftercare with Felix is full of him cheering you up with jokes cuz he doesn't wanna let you experience dom drop or sub drop. He will also tell you pick-up lines teasingly to make you smile and laugh.
Overall, Felix is a simp for their partner therefore would also be what his partner prefers him to be on bed, whether a top or a bottom, a dom or a sub. Felix has the ability to adjust!
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Kim Seungmin
Top, he doesn’t like bottoming but willing to power bottom, very rare though. Dom, don’t even try to make him submit — he’ll put you back in your place for even thinking about it. He has hard dom tendencies but soft dom on more sensual nights.
Yes, I know that most of you see Seungmin as a sub (Whoever you are come fite me fr /j)
Seungmin doesn’t like to be topped nor does he liked to be dommed, try it and you’ll get a punishment. He’d make sure you’re limping for days to come.
Seungmin is a sadist, he likes punishing you and he gets off on you struggling or crying. He wouldn’t hesitate to get on top of you and just fuck you senseless to just see your pretty tears.
Oh, Seungmin hates brats so don’t even try. You’ll be either getting harsh spanking or on your knees — making you choke on his dick. He would edge you until you become a babbling mess. So beware brats, this puppy would immediately make work of you.
He also likes humiliating you, especially when someone points out that he’s the bottom/sub in the relationship. He would argue with that person calmly before he grabs you and show you on your knees for them.
He doesn’t have a high sex drive but if you really want him too, he could go atleast once everyday.
Seungmin likes to cockwarm you, it is especially common during cuddling sessions where he would just spread your cheeks or pull down your pants for him to just insert himself inside you.
He also like a bit of somnophilia but you guys have to talk that over and he needs your clear consent for it but expect to be woken up with him thrusting shallowly inside you if you agree.
On more softer nights, either him or you is tired then he is more caring — giving you praises and giving you soft touches. He would opt for cockwarming when extremely tired or just slow sex.
His biggest kinks are: Punishments and Dacryphilia, he likes punishing you — he doesn’t like brats but he likes giving you punishments from time to time. He likes making you cry because he thinks you’re pretty when you cry but from pleasure and slight pain of course.
He also likes placing a collar on you, but if you’re not into that he wouldn’t mind it.
His biggest no no is Blood Play, he likes marking you up but he wouldn't like to cut your skin and he doesn’t like making you bleed.
One thing that he’d like to try with you is gagging you with his used boxers. Idk, he just finds the sight of it, very hot. He’d be even more willing to make sure that hole of yours is gaping for days.
Aftercare with Seungmin is him checking up on you fully, making sure he didn’t hurt you too much and he’d place some cream on any bruises he made. He wants to make your mental state after sex is intact. And afterwards you’d have some cuddles while cockwarming (if you want), whispering words like “You’re so good for me, love.”
Overall, Seungmin is dom that doesn't like being told what to do, he’d always asks if he was treating you too roughly and he’ll tone it down a bit.
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Yang Jeongin
Soft Top and Soft Dom, he doesn't like to bottom because he prefers to take care of you especially since he always get babied by his hyungs.
Dominant Jeongin Supremacy, if you think he is a sub (come fight me 😭 /j)
He always babies you in bed even if you’re older than him, he calls you sweet petnames like "bubs", "baby", and "sweetheart". Things like those.
He used to be very confused on what to do during sex, so he just does things that make you let out noises — like pinching your thighs, slapping your ass lightly, jerking you off slowly and kneading your chest.
Now though, he’s much more experienced and takes time teasing, and getting you riled up. He always slowly strip himself off his clothes because he knows you whine at him being slow.
He always kiss every part of you —from your jawline, to your cock even down to your entrance — his lips had touched every single nook and cranny of your body.
He also is a bit possessive of you sometimes, especially when one of his hyungs is a bit too touchy — he sometimes gets close to you and grabs your chin to kiss you possessively, glaring at his said hyung while lip locked. — he isn't shy when it comes to what’s his. Said member didn't appreciate the upfront make up session though-
Jeongin always praises during sex, “Such a good boy for me...”, “You take me so well, baby..” are just few examples, he also says “I love you.” to you during the session.
He isn't much of a hard dom to you, the hardest he got was where he fucked you and left you after he came — leaving you to jerk yourself off sadly, to cum. He felt bad after doing that so he came back a bit later to fuck you again and this time he allowed you to cum. This happened when you were being bratty.
Jeongin is pretty vanilla when it comes to kinks, but I guess sometimes he has some wild fantasies. He has a normal sex drive, he always calls you when he needs it.
His biggest kinks are: Praises (Giving) and Foreplay. He likes to give you praises because in his eyes, you’re always his good boy. He likes foreplay because he likes to takes things slow and sensual, he likes to tease you a lot too.
Another thing he likes is marking you. He especially likes it when another one of the members see it on your neck, seeing their reaction gives him great amusement.
His biggest no no’s are threesomes, foursomes and anything to do with sharing you. Jeongin doesn't like it one bit, if you even think about a threesome — expect him to teach you a lesson.
One thing, he’d like to try is rimming. He wants to eat you out a lot especially since he is fascinated with your ass. He squeezes it alot too and now he wants to fuck you with his tongue.
Aftercare with Jeongin is a fun one, after a short break after sex, he’d get on top of you and starts to tickle you not caring about the cum on your stomach or his cum inside you (if you agree on taking it raw)
Overall, Jeongin is a soft dom that makes sure you feel the most pleasure he can give, he also likes to praise you and makes you feel appreciated and special to him.
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rosequartzwriting · 3 years
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The Agent and Her Sorcerer
Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader
Description: You, an agent who works with The Avengers, comes back to the compound to find that Doctor Strange has brought you coffee.
Warnings: mentions of drinking and doing the dirty
Word Count: 2.4K
A/N: Originally posted on Quotev | Things have been busy, so has mental heath things, so idk when new things will come out. I love this piece tho so I hope this makes up for it. 
Masterlist | Fic Reading Recs | Ao3 | Quotev | Coffee
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Technically a sequel to The Sorcerer and The Agent
When you stepped off the jet and onto the landing, you let out a long breath of relief. That field mission was finally over. It was an early call that got you out of bed before the sun came up. Too early for your body to function, but with the encouragement of coffee and Captain Rogers forcing you out of bed, you conquered the task. You checked your phone for the time, it was now around noon. You were ready to sit down, maybe even take a nap. You desperately needed a break.
But you knew you would not be able to rest.
Tony was already on your ass. He came out of nowhere, scaring the life back into you, and shoved a tablet in your hands. "Before you file your report, you got another one."
You groaned, falling into step beside him to make your way into the building. "Already?"
Tony pushed a few things on your tablet and an image came up. It was one of the objects you had recovered from this morning's mission. On the side was a stream of jumbled letters and numbers.
"Decoding, seriously?"
Tony shrugged, with a grin on his face that you wanted to punch off. "Hey, you're best for the job."
"Can't FRIDAY just run through it?"
"Where's the fun in that?"
You glared at him.
"Come on, you got this."
You rolled your eyes, "Fine. Only because it might give us a new lead."
"Atta girl! Don't stress yourself out."
You were already stressed.
"Oh and by the way, someone in the lounge is here to see you."
After a brief moment of surprise, you knew who it was. Tony saw the smile appear on your face, then winked at you. You rolled your eyes at him.
You tucked the tablet under your arm and made your way to the lounge. Maybe you were getting a little break before continuing for the day after all. A small amount of energy that came from your happiness pushed you forwards.
When you got there, sure enough, there he was.
"Hey, I thought you might want coffee."
You chuckled. Of course you wanted coffee.
Stephen Strange had a coffee tray in his hands that had two cups in it. He was standing around looking a little awkward, a little out of place at the compound. He looked relived to see you, as if anyone else in the doorway would made him embarrassed. His serious demeanor was no where in sight, a hint of warmth in his cheeks.
He wasn't wearing his sorcerer robes, but casual clothes. A jacket, dark jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt, simple things that you got to see him in more often now. You liked it. Very much.
Without any hesitation, you made your way over to him. Giving him a big smile the entire way. You put your tablet down so you could take the cup he was holding out for you. "Thank you." Your gloved hands brushed against his bare shaking ones. The contact was enough to widen your smile.
"Don't mention it."
"Hi! How are you? What's new?" You asked him, leaning one hand on a table and sipping your coffee with the other.
Stephen let out a breath, "Well this morning I helped to try and close a dimensional rip in space time. If we hadn't managed to close it then it would have swallowed an entire country."
"Sounds exciting, Doctor." You hid a smirk behind a look of playfully exaggerated interest.
"Oh it was." He was trying to hide a smirk too, "How about you, Agent (L/N)?" His cheek twitched, trying desperately to not let that smirk slide through.
"Well I just came back from a mission in London where an very well hidden Hydra base was found. There were a few of their agents there, kicked some ass, and managed to recover some of their tech and files. You know, normal things."
"This is a very casual conversation despite its content." He commented.
You both broke after that, smirks turning into fits of chuckles. You reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
The two of you were developing into a 'thing' recently. Whenever he would come to the compound, you would have your eye on him. And you could feel his eye on you as well. It had been going back and forth for a while, finding excuses to talk to each other and purposely being in the same room as one another. Casual attraction.
You noticed the little details in him. Taking every opportunity to make a snarky comment during meetings. Dedication and a 'cool calm' overtaking him whenever disusing anything serious. His gaze of sparkling blue, sharp features, and welcoming smile. The very presence of him either made your heart stop or quicken, sometimes both simultaneously.
Whenever you were both having a conversation, whether for work or just friendly chatter, you found yourself entranced by him. His voice, his gorgeous face, his personality. Not casual attraction anymore, you were sightly obsessed.
But there was always this look in his eyes, that he recognized your attraction to him. And a look that told you he had similar emotions. You just knew it. You paid attention to him. You noticed him paying attention to you with interest, catching him staring on occasion.
Things had went from zero to one hundred at a party that Tony threw last week. You had a little too much to drink. Stephen did too. You found yourselves alone. Things escalated from there. You woke up the next morning in his bed in the New York sanctum, cuddled in his arms. You both went out for breakfast that morning. He took you out for dinner a day after.
Ever since then, he shows up at the compound when he can, or calls you to ask how you are doing. Work for both of you has gotten pretty busy lately so finding time to go out together was hard. But you promised each other another date as soon as you both were free.
This was a long time coming, you both knew that. All it took was one little push. But you did not expect that push to be a little alcohol. It happened anyways, so you decided to take it without complaints.
Stephen looked around, making sure no one else was in the room to intrude. After confirming, he leaned down and stole a kiss from you. You giggled and let him, leaning up into him. He pulled away to let you have another sip of your coffee.
He wasn't drinking from his own cup. You felt his eyes on you. It did not take long to figure out why. You were still in your uniform, one that is similar to Natasha's. Black bodysuit, weapons belt. Skin tight. A blush crept up on your face, some memories coming back from that night. He has seen you wearing this before, but now his gaze had a different weight to it.
"Liking the view, Strange?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and mischief glittering in your eyes.
He shrugged, "Now that I know what it all looks like, I like the view even more." Casual. Calm. Cocky.
You playfully smacked him on the shoulder, bringing his hint of a smile into light. Tucking the tablet under your arm, coffee in one hand and Stephen's own hand in another, you pulled him over to one of the couches. The two of you sat down. "I have a little tech and paperwork to do right now. You're welcome to stay while I do it, if you're free."
He relaxed beside you, an arm slinging over the back of the couch. "I've got time. Wong is watching the Sanctum, I have the afternoon off."
"Maybe if I finish early we can go out?" You asked with a perky smile.
He gestured to your open tablet. "Better get to work then." You laughed, quickly kissed him, and did get to work. You explained to him your tasks, the decoding you needed to do and then fill out your mission report file. He seemed interested, looking over your shoulder the whole time as you explained your process. He watched you complete the decoding, send the results to the cloud, and start typing away at your morning's mission report.
Stephen's presence behind you the entire time was comforting, taking away some of the stress of your busy work. His warmth and the smell of coffee in the air made you content. You felt him start to fiddle with the tails of your hair, you jokingly swatting him away before he went right back to it.
During the breakfast date, and the dinner date, you saw more little things about him you liked. There was curiosity and interest in his eyes. Behind that serious shell was gentleness and kindness, a full heart who thinks for others. It was like after that night, you got to see the real Stephen Strange, not the Sorcerer Supreme. He was a gentle lover, even drunk, making sure you were comfortable the entire time. Eating out together, he was a gentleman. Seeing him around the compound, he seemed to be smiling more.
You never knew the great Doctor Stephen Strange was a total softy. It made you like him even more.
While writing, you found yourself putting extra care into reviewing the mission and its details. This may have been caused by knowing Stephen was watching your every move and you wanted to make a good impression of your work ethic. You made sure to skim through for any mistakes or typos in your writing as well. After some time, discarded cups on the coffee table and Stephen now subtly nuzzling your neck, you submitted your report.
"Do you have to do that after every mission?" The man who was practically wrapping his entire body around yours on the couch asked.
"Yeah. That was one of the longer ones. Most things were more straightforward this time around, but I did a lot in London today." You heaved a sigh, momentary wiggled out of Stephen's arms to plunk your tablet down on the coffee table, and relaxed back into the couch.
"Have anything else to do?" He asked.
"Not currently." You turned to him, now giving him your full attention. He seemed to like it.
"Well then, maybe you and me can go grab lunch?"
"I'd like that."
You watched his eyes dip down, briefly glancing at your lips before looking back up at your eyes. You caught him. This told you what he was thinking about, and soon you were thinking about it yourself. And then you were doing it. One of his hands rested on your cheek, the other found your waist as he kissed you. Your hands tangled around his neck and up into his hair gently.
It was like you lost track of time. You just focused on Stephen, a hand of his running over the fabric of your tight uniform.
"I'm glad Tony threw that party."
You and Stephen urgently parted at the interruption. Standing in the doorway, Steve and Natasha had smug grins. They were still in their uniforms from the mission, Steve's shield strapped across his back. You groaned.
When you told only one person that you went home with Stephen that night, it had spread through the compound like wildfire. Your coworkers all knew, and they were relieved. Finally, they had said. You must have not noticed how obvious you and Stephen's electric stares and intrigued chatter were.
You were a little embarrassed at being caught making out, but the embarrassment practically radiated off Stephen. He immediately straightened upright and cleared his throat. Apparently he did not show his vulnerable side to anyone but you, him instantly clicking back into a neutral expression when facing someone else.
Nat got right to the point, ignoring the irritated look on your face, "We got a new lead. There was a new location marked in one of their files found in London. Venice. We leave in thirty."
A frown glazed your features. You were really looking forward to spending some time with Stephen again. You looked at Stephen, who shared a mutual disappointed look in his eyes. But you knew that he would go let you work. It was annoying.
It wouldn't hurt to ask. Would it?
You stood up from the couch, grabbing your tablet to pull up your report again. You strided towards your bosses, a lick of confidence in your posture.
"Um actually I was kinda hoping if I could get the rest of the day off." You sang.
Steve let out a breath in a smug laugh, while Nat was hiding one of her own.
With a smile, you handed Nat your tablet, the mission report on the screen. Clean, detailed, care put into it, reflecting your hard work you had accomplished all morning. You saw her eyes look it over, the captain leaning in to do the same.
"You did work hard this morning." Steve pointed out.
"And you did eventually save our asses in the end." Nat added.
As you said to Stephen earlier, you did kick ass during the mission.
You gave them a look of hope. It was obvious what you wanted, they both knew it. For some reason you felt like they were lengthening the moment to tease you. To leave you in anticipation.
After what felt like minutes instead of seconds, the two turned to each other and exchanged expressions. Steve nodded. Natasha handed back your tablet.
"Go play with your sorcerer and his magic hands." Natasha whispered to you with a wink. A deep blush crept up onto your neck, and you saw her smirk. Scrunching your face up in a mock sneer, you snatched your tablet back.
"Have fun, you two." Steve said as a goodbye, and him and Natasha left the lounge to get ready for part two of today's investigation.
You turned back to Stephen. He had an impressed look on his face. Now standing, he threw away your empty coffee cups in a nearby bin."You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Too bad. Already did." You shrugged, sauntering back over to stand in front of him.
Stephen gave you a smile, and opened a slingring portal right in front of you both. "Then lets go."
You put down your tablet and went to empty your weapons belt. "I'm still in uniform, Stephen." You laughed, "I should go change first."
The sorcerer snapped his fingers, and your skintight Avengers uniform turned into a pair of leggings and a blouse. An outfit Stephen had complimented you on last week. You were surprised he remembered it.
You rolled your eyes at him, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the portal.
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lickmeleclerc · 3 years
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I wanna be just a little bit more than friends with Tom. *Sadness has entered the chat*
Moood tho & this instantly made me think of Friends by Ed Sheehan
“No we’re not friends, Nor have we ever been.”
Tom and Y/n from the first time they met to now have always seem too good of friends. Maybe it was how instantly they clicked it could have been misconstrued to love at first sight. But when anyone would ask, both would respond in unison “we’re just, friends.” The eye contact the two would hold after that statement came off peculiar but how convinced they had made themselves with being “friends.” Seem to fool everyone else. Tom would miss Y/n on the cheek in hellos and goodbyes. Y/n would fall asleep on Tom with her head in his lap as they watched a movie. Tom would take Y/n to all his red carpet events, evening offering to buy her a new dress or shoes. Even if Y/n declined Tom would always show with flowers.
“We just try to keep those secrets in a lie And if they find out, will it all go wrong. And heaven knows no one wants it to.”
After a particularly hard day Tom came seeking comfort from Y/n. Little did he know as his gaze fell to the window by the front door she’d be sat with another guy on the couch, almost in identical spots as her and Tom have sat together so many times. Tom felt his breath catch as he observed the scene before him. He felt cheated, but Tom would have no reason to feel that way would he now. “We’re just friends.” He spoke softly to himself as he retreated back to his flat.
“Tom what’s gotten into you?” Y/n asked after catching up to her best friend who decided to not hear her calls once she’d spotted him walking past the local park.
“Nothing what do you mean?” He questioned her back. He wanted to be angry but he knew he had no ground to hold on why. He felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, in his heart.
“You’ve barley talked me all week. I-I miss you.” Y/n said the words felt foreign. Could she say that to a friend? Of course so why do those words make her cheeks red and she has to look at the ground awaiting a reaction.
“Y/n friends sometimes have gaps. I’m just busy.” Tom stated and walked off. Y/n turned not giving Tom a chance to catch her eyes, as they were filling with tears.
“But your eyes will lead me straight back home”
Tom knocks repeatedly at your familiar door, usually he wouldn’t knock though, he’d walk right in and take his spot in the couch.
“Hey Tom.” Y/n answered instantly regretting it though, she wanted to be angry, she wanted to show that he hurt her feelings. But something about those eyes. His eyes are so honest. She could see the apology at first glance, he eyebrows furrowed and pulled down in sadness, in regret. Tom took a deep breath before speaking.
“I’m sorry Y/n, I was such a jerk the other day. I-I just you didn’t tell me you were dating and I came by and saw him and I just, I don’t know why I reacted that way. But a big jerk and a horrible friend. Can I make it up to you?” As Tom spoke all he could cling to was hope she’d take his “terrible friend.” As a hint that he’d rather be more. Y/n smiled softly and hugged Tom. Tom placed one hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft hair in his palm. The other across her back. Y/n’s face nuzzled nicely in the crook of his neck inhaling his cologne. Tom loved this feeling, it’s a moment in time where he can imagine, imagine that Y/n is more than a friend. That she is his and he is hers.
“I wasn’t on a date, that was my cousin he was in town his boyfriend just graduated.” Y/n laughed after emphasize “boyfriend” and squeezing Tom a little tighter. The smile on Tom’s face couldn’t be broken after hearing that news
“if you know me like I know you. You should love me, you should know. That friends just sleep in another bed. And friends don't treat me like you do”
“Alright thanks everyone for joining my live! We’ll chat soon yeah.” Tom spoke to his phone as it propped up by some books and a tissue box, Y/n waved by before Tom ended the live.
“That was so fun.” Y/n laughed as she grabbed the remote to play something on the TV. Tom nodded and opened up Twitter to see if the reaction was as good as Y/n’s. He saw gifs, screen shots, and text posts all about how cute himself and Y/n were. About himself and his best friend. He sighed and locked his phone, the fans don’t even know how he wants that to be true. One comment kept replaying in his mind though “how does Y/n not see the way he looks at her?” Tom took a moment to admire Y/n while she scrolled through options of what to put on. How her hair fell across her face, how her lips looked when she was focused. How she’d wiggle her nose when she had a sniffle. Friends don’t pick up on that stuff.
“Why don’t you stay the night.” Tom spoke without thinking he stayed casual not to spook Y/n. She was badly hiding the excitement in her voice.
“Okay.” She said with smile before glancing back to the TV. When bedtime approached and they both climbed into Tom’s bed he questioned rather he should wrap his arms around her waits and pull her close to him, a thought he’d had many times. He refused and turn his back to his friend as he drifted to sleep.
“And friends shouldn't kiss me like you do. And I know that there's a limit to everything. But my friends won't love me like you. No, my friends won't love me like you. Oh my friends will never love me like you”
“I can’t believe you won a Grammy tonight Tom, I’m so proud of you. You must be so proud of yourself.” Y/n was glowing of excitement. Tom blushed at her words and mumbled a thank you, his hand on her lower back.
“Thank you for being my date.” Tom said. Y/n laugh as they have used this joke before but when Tom wasn’t laughing she looked up to meet his gaze. He held a serious look before what felt fast to Y/n but so slow to Tom, he placed a hand in her cheek and rubbed his thumb softly over her bottom lip. Then he placed a hand on her waist before pulling her to meet his lips. A kiss that had been waiting for them, a kiss that said all that they couldn’t, a kiss that would refined this friendship they’ve had so long.
“We’re not friends.” Tom spoke after they pulled apart, holding her gaze. Y/n had a hopeful look in her eyes as she finally spoke.
“I know.”
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First Aid Kit
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Paring: Pope Heyward x Reader
Summary: You have an accident while attempting to do a new trick and Pope is the man for the job.
Warnings: blood ofc and general first aid stuff nothing too graphic tho!!
WC: 1,994
A/N: There's not enough Pope content!! SO I made some!! Pls enjoy some Pope and Y/N action!
THE GIF IS NOT MINE IT BELONGS TO @rue-bennett !!!!
Saturdays are not meant to be boring, but this scorching afternoon there was nothing to do. John B. went on his weekly date with Sarah, JJ scored a date with a kook he's been eyeing, and Kie was forced to go to a gala on the mainland, so it was just you and Pope alone in the chateau. He had been studying all day for an upcoming chemistry exam he has first thing Monday morning. You tried all day to get his head out of the books, but he was not having any of it. It wasn't until the late afternoon that you got him to go outside with you. Even though his nose was still deep in the piles of notes at least he was outside. You were skating on a horrifically uneven stretch of concrete that was oddly slathered in front of the chateau. Every time he could hear the wheels pop upwards he would snap his eyes to you, cheering you on when you stuck the landing. You were glad that he was far enough away to not be able to see how red your cheeks were. You've had a massive crush on the boy ever since Kie introduced you to the group. Your mom had just moved your ass down to the banks to get a fresh start far away from your poor excuse for a father. She managed to quickly score a job at The Wreck (where you were also forced to work part-time) as head chef. Your mom got on well with the Carrera's who only deemed it appropriate to force their daughter to hang out with you, being new in town and all. Kie wasn’t bothered at all and was glad to have another girl around. After hanging out with her for a single day, you wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for her. Kiara didn't introduce you to the knuckleheads right away, since she had taken a liking to you and didn't want to scare you away. The day that she did you remembered Pope had been the last one to say "hey" yet his was the warmest. After that day your stomach would erupt with butterflies whenever you'd even look at him and you would nearly die when your hands would brush against each other in passing. There was just something about him. Maybe it was how he didn't believe in stupid questions, except for JJ's of course, or how he would learn a new subject just to be able to help one of you ace an exam. It could be how the sun sparkled against his wet skin after a long day of swimming or surfing. How relaxed he looks sitting in the driver's seat of the HMS Pogue taking in all that the sun had to offer. You were glad the rest of the crew hadn't caught on yet, especially JB since he's already taken the role as your big brother, even though you're sure that you’re definitely older than him. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew. The constant pestering, nudging, and side-eyeing would have driven you insane. Your mind slowly drifted back to the boy studying a few feet away from you. The thoughts of those hot summer nights in the cool water with him clouded your brain, so much so you nearly wiped out.
"You good!?" Pope's concerned voice made your head snap in his direction. You knew that the embarrassment on your face was very telling but you just shot him two thumbs up and got back on your board. You shake off any remaining thoughts from your head before attempting your new trick. You were sick and tired of random strangers, but mostly JJ and JB, yelling at you to do a kickflip whenever you were skating. After watching countless videos on kickflips you were basically an expert on them at this point and all you had to do now was actually stick the landing. You slid your right foot to the middle of the board so that your heel was just off the edge while your toes rested in the middle. You shifted your left foot to the tail of the deck and with all the strength you could muster you push down on the tail while your right foot flicked down on the edge of the board. It would have been a spectacular landing if it weren't for the random-ass pebble that your wheel landed on.
"Oh fuck, are you alright!?" Pope was by your side before you even realized you were on the ground. Falling came with the game and you were not fazed at all, since you've had grislier wipeouts than this, but that's before you saw the fountain of blood that poured out of your knee.
"Yeah, I'm fine dude-- I've had-- I need to--The bathroom--" you hobbled quickly into the bathroom at the chateau trying your darndest to not get any blood in the house. By the time you were able to sit down on the toilet, you were seeing stars. Your vision was slowly fading to black and you felt like you were going to vomit. You closed your eyes tightly as you pressed a clump of toilet paper to your knee, which pulled a hiss right from your lungs at the sensation. Promptly, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from letting out a scream. A light knock came from the door and it couldn't be anyone else but Pope.
"Are you alright in there y/n?" From all the pain you were in you could only hum out a yes as a response, but you knew that would not be a good enough answer for the boy.
"Yeah, just don't--" before you could even finish your sentence he barged in "--open the door, why don't ya". His eyes grew wide at the bloody mess you made in the bathroom, but then quickly softened at the sight of you. Your skin was flushed with developing perspiration clinging to your skin and your lips had gone pale as your lungs suddenly only knew how to hyperventilate.
"Uh, I don’t think it would be in your best interest to say that it looks like a slasher flick was filmed in here" his words made you squeeze your eyes tighter as bloody images flashed before you and it only got harder for you to breathe. Pope stepped inside the rather small bathroom and closed the door behind him. He picked up all the toilet paper you had used for your leg and tossed them into the trash bin before he crouched down next to you.
"Does it still hurt?" His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder. All you could muster was a tiny nod as the pain took up most of your energy. His hands then gently pried your hands off of your injured knee and inspected it. Since the cut had almost stopped bleeding completely, Pope, was able to see that the wound was deep but not enough for it to garner any stitches and it was free of any debris. Lucky for you because JB had fallen there a couple of weeks ago and Pope had to whip out the tweezers to get all the gravel out of the bloody gash.
"Hey, it's not that bad-- I mean it is bad but it could be worse-- I'm gonna clean it now" the boy got to his feet and helped you sit on the edge of the bathtub with your feet sitting inside the tub. He then washed his hands furiously to avoid infection and gathered all the supplies he needed which consisted of antibacterial soap, antibiotic cream, gauze pads, gauze rolls, and unconditional love and support. Pope helped you undo both your shoes and removed them along with your embarrassing Winnie the Pooh socks. He sat with his legs outside the tub to have easy access to the supplies. After he checked to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold Pope moved your leg so your knee was underneath the faucet. The wound's contact with the water wasn't as bad as you thought, but it could’ve been you were distracted by his soothing touches as he held you close to him. Pope was careful not to get any of the soap in the cut just on the surrounding area and when he was finished he made sure to clean the rest of your blood-caked leg up as well. Once you were all cleaned up, he padded your leg dry before he attempted to put ointment on the tender flesh.
"Is it going to hurt?" You squeaked as he retrieved the ointment from the countertop.
"It might sting, but it shouldn't, '' he reassured you, as he brought the ointment-covered q-tip to your knee, but you couldn't help that your knee-jerked away from his touch.
"Ow, fuck!"
"Y/n, I haven't even touched you yet"
"I know, I know, sorry"
"I promise it won't hurt, y/n, and if it does you can punch me or something" even if it did hurt that bad you couldn’t imagine hurting Pope in any way. He once again leaned back in with the q-tip and sure enough, it wasn't painful at all. The ointment soothed the burning sensation of the area which finally allowed you to relax. He then carefully put a gauze pad on the injury, before wrapping your knee securely with gauze. You slid off the edge of the grimy porcelain tub and onto the ground while Pope stood next to the sink and neatly tucked everything back into the first aid kit.
"Uh, thanks--" your words got lost in your throat when your eyes met his warm eyes "--um, dude?" You felt stupid when it came out as a dumbfounded question and the heat quickly rose to your cheeks. If it was any time for you to die you wish it would have happened right then.
"Yeah, any time, y/n" he shot an endearing smile in your direction and you've never wanted to kiss a man so much before in your life.
You both let the awkwardness settle over you. The two of you riddled with hesitancy, but quietly yearned to confess your feelings to one another. He needed to get out of there. Pope gave you a curt nod and a tight smile, but as he headed towards the door there was vacillation in his movements. Before you lost sight of him from the doorway, he turned back around determined.
"Y/N, I gotta--" you were soon on your feet as the last bit of courage you had for your lifetime allowed you to meet him halfway. He didn't bother finishing his sentence as he decided his actions would speak for him. Pope cupped your face in his soft hands and crashed your lips together. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever experienced before. His plump lips gilded confidently over your timid ones. As the fire inside of you diminished your shyness you shifted yourself forward onto your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Your movements caused you to pin Pope against the bathroom wall and you could feel him smile against your lips. His velvet tongue dragged against your bottom lip for permission to explore you further and you were more than eager to let him.
"Fucking finally!" The familiar voice of the rowdy klepto caught you guys by surprise causing both of you to jump away from each other.
"I guess I'm forty bucks richer, I knew you had it in ya, Pope!" JJ beamed as he walked towards the two of you and you playfully rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy.
"Fuck off!" Pope giggled and slammed the door in JJ's face before he turned to face you.
"Now, where were we?"
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mazojo · 3 years
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Winter 2021 Anime Opinions
As always its that time of the year I pretend to be an anime connoisseur and leave my review on this seasons anime so take it with a grain of salt asdfgh from the one I enjoyed the least to the most.
Wave!!: Surfing Yappe!! (TV)
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You are seeing currently the only probably best thing about Wave asdfghj Tanaka bby I am SO sorry you got stuck here,,,,, Its bad because I had so many expectations for Wave but it just...... isn’t very good? The characters feel 2 dimensional, animation is veeeery average and the plot is all over the place? Dont even get me started on the Shou situation plot device that they just brushed over and went on with and,,,,,big sigh
Urasekai Picnic
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To be honest is not very fair to compare this one to the rest as ive only watched the first 2 eps but ill catch up eventually asdfghj its not bad just that the plot didnt capture me as much as I hoped but the two main characters cutiess the plot just confuses me asdfgh but I don't have much to say about it
Yakusoku no Neverland 2nd Season
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So uh anyways Chile I don't wanna talk about it the only reason this is not dead last is because RayEmma cute moments but yeah don't watch this clown show go read the manga for self care ✨
Jaku-Chara Tomozaki-kun
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The only reason this is here is because she. The main girl I cant remember the name of sucks and main dude is very normal asdfgh the plot is basically “Want people to like you? change everything about yourself and become a normie robot!!!” ASDFGHJ Like its so over the top and cringe at times it becomes very confusing but hey I am not caught up either so I may change opinions (x doubt tho)
2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu
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From this point onwards I basically like everything. 2.43 Started suuuuper strong for me, definitely thought it would be one of my favs this season but as the eps went by I just.... kinda lost interest asdfgh? Like its not bad, but its a sort of mix between Stars Align and Haikyuu where I would have loved a more character based story with dark subplots like Stars Align but got the parts I always criticize about Haikyuu were there was a point I didn't really knew any of the characters? ASDFGH like the enemy team is super cool and Love their designs but if you ask me to tell you anything about them I already forgot rip. Its still cute and the animation is cool but yeah it kind of disappointed me in the end a bit ;w;
Shingeki no Kyojin: The Final Season
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AOT Is so sexci because it keeps on hurting me and I come back every-time for it ASDFGHJ Not much to say that hasn't been said, characters are super interesting, plot is a bit confusing at times for me to follow but amazing and I just :))) could go on about certain characters :))))) but I wont :))))
Wonder Egg Priority
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Wonder egg priority is very talked about right now so I wont get too much into it other than definitely give it a watch if you like the more philosophical and “makes you reflect on your life choices” sort of anime ASDFGHJ the visuals are stunning and the characters very well build, although I am very confused at times I am still enjoying it tons ^^ Trigger warning however for some heavy topics I recommend checking the warnings before watching it <3
Kemono Jihen
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I LOVE THEM OKaY? asdfghjk Kemono Jihen gives me the found family topes and I eat them all right up, I love the characters , their designs, the plot, everything. To be fair tho, I did enjoy the manga more than the anime but maybe its a pacing thing? idk but I definitely recommend 100% taking on the manga and maybe after watch the anime but I am enjoying it tons!!
Kai Byoui Ramune
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This one may come as a surprise lol?? Like I haven't seen a single soul talk about Ramune but like??? I am actually enjoying it a lot?? and look forward every week for the ep? asdfghj Like yes I will be the first to admit the animation isn't really the beeeeest out there but the plot is funny while also being serious, the characters are quirky and interesting to keep the flow going and I am liking the undertone heavy messages? the soundtrack also slaps imo and yeah I would definitely say to watch the first ep and if you like that sort of dynamic take it up on the rest!
I★Chu: Halfway Through the Idol
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Okay I will be the first one to admit this is just me being trash for the idol shows but like?? its my list so I get to decide which found family I am screaming about next ASDFGHJ. As an avid A3 stan this gave me serious vibes of my boys (plus they were made form the same company so like not very surprised there loll) and like I think the characters are cute with adorable relationships and cute songs and its just a lighthearted show I sit down every Wednesday and smile through the 25 minutes so yes I Chu deserves a high spot and yes I recommend it even if it has like a 6.3 on myanimelist sksksks
Dr. Stone: Stone Wars
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Look at Gen!!!! enough reasons to watch dr stone!!!! ASDFGH but in all seriousness I....... love them okAy? The plot is amazing and the characters are super entertaining (hiiii Ukyo Gen Senku and Chrome muak) and although it may seem a bit slower paced than first season the arc is gonna get better and better and the finale is gonna be great if they stick to the manga. Only sad that I dont get to see my pirate fuckboy but we better be getting a third season
Bungou Stray Dogs Wan!
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when I say this is the happiness of all my Tuesdays I ain’t even exaggerating ASDFGHJ Does this have an important plot? no. Is it transcending to animation? not really. Is it BSD content I've been starving for? absolutely!!! Tbh I see my favorite anime characters in chibi version and I go feral, go watch BSD pogg!!
Horimiya
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Me?? searching for that one gif of the side ship scene am obsessed over?? more likely than you think ASDFGH Horimiya holds a special place in my heart because it was the first manga I ever read and the nostalgia is stroNG,,,,,, The plot isn't anything really transcending but the way the characters are captured the feelings just,,,,,, stan!! Also Yuki x Tooru supremacy !
Skate-Leading☆Stars
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Okaaaaay this is also me being a bitch for sports anime but like, again, are we surprised?? ASDFGHJ It may be my love for Hayato speaking but ive absolutely loves Skate Leading Stars, I love the group, the main characters, the ships, the routines and its so pretty and they are in love and like the competition and asdfgh its gOoD OKaY??? Watch it if anything for Hayato 👉🏻 👈🏻 My bastard bitch I love the gremlin.
Beastars 2nd Season
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I think we are all sleeping on Beastars brushing it off as a furry show. I don’t speak enough about it and I am not one to go about poetic cinemaness on main but beastars is a very poetic cinema show and yall sleeping on it. Coming from someone who was uncomfortable at first with the whole animal relationships part at first, just know beastars is so much more than that, it has a complicated plot with critics about the society within the show with amazing characters, great soundtrack and animation plus banger plot. Pina, Jack, Juno and Legoshi best characters and every week I look forward for the next eps so I hope yall go give it some love.
SK8 The Infinity
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If it wasnt clear from my spam every Saturday that I am absolutely in love with this show I dont know what to tell you ASDFGHJ. Sk8 has an amazing range of characters I find fascinating, specially Reki, very much so everything Reki asdfgh but yeah!! Its super entertaining with an interesting plot and its definetely becoming one of my favorite animes because the amount of times ive rewatched the episodes to cope is kind of embarrassing lmaooo, definetely give it a try although I understand its not for everyone but like,,,,, do it for Reki? 🤧👉🏻👈🏻
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teresa-moyocoyotzin · 3 years
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QUEEN OF THE SOUTH FINALE 5x10 POST-EP REACTION
spoilers! under! the cut!!!!!
holy fucking shit!! it’s over!!!! wow wow.
get ready for some ramble-y ass, v unorganized, first reactions to the finale, because i am wine drunk and emotional and still trying to get my heart down to a resting pulse and i have so many thoughts
- okay that was a damn gripping episode, i was on the edge of my damn seat the whole time. i went in with like 99% faith that teresa and james were gonna come out alive but they still had me STRESSED the whole damn time!!!! like even tho i was seeing the little signs throughout the episode that it was all a plan my heart was pounding like crazy!!
- i went into today thinking as long as teresa and james were alive in the end i would be happy but then rewatched a bunch of old episodes right before the finale and remembered that i did indeed care about pote and kellyanne and really actually would be upset if they had died, so i was quite stressed, especially for pote at the end!! when he’s fighting boaz!! which also! was super badass btw. all the sicarios backing off at the end!! lol at the random dude who save pote’s life by making boaz take the “sicario’s challenge” tho (which like? lol what?) like okay haha
- everyone loves chicho so much haha him and pote are so cute!!! i love how much chicho gave his all for pote and KA this episode, i’m sad he couldn’t come w them but it was SO CUTE to see chicho with marcel at the end!!! building a bunch of legit businesses and growing the PCCC!!! i love that journey for them.
- i really didn’t think pote was in on it because honestly i didn’t think he would be able to be that good of an actor (the character, not the actual actor, hemky is amazing lol) but i mean pote really pulled thru. he let all his damn emotions out for that performance cuz i was fully convinced he didn’t know until the end when it shows them telling him. actually i got an inkling when he was saying goodbye to marcel and chicho and gave marcel the ~gift~ from teresa lol.
- i do wish we had gotten more flashbacks because like when exactly did james figure out that devon was gonna order him to kill teresa? when did he tell her? did they figure it out together? teresa said she had a boat on standby for TWO YEARS does this mean the plan had been in place that long??? like before james left phoenix??????? or was the boat just always there and the plan came later??? idk tho. i watched 3.05 today and the “if they come for me, i’ll be ready” “if they come for you, I’LL be ready” REALLY HITS A LIL DIFFERENT NOW TBH what if james already had an inkling and when devon showed up that night it confirmed his suspicions.. and they started planning like. that night after they fucked. dude. idk the wheels are turning too fast in my brain rn. ik they probably just planned it this season after james was “let go” by devon and they knew it was too easy, and maybe just in the past couple weeks’ episodes. but who the fuck knows!!!
- i still wanna know how exactly they faked her death. no confirmation on the powder/ coke theory.. and no discussion of the coke habit if it was one. but if this was the long game situation and they’ve been planning all along.. maybe that theory still holds water.. idk y’all that’s the explanation i’m going w because i can’t think of anything else lol
- okay THE ENDING OMG!!!!! was it a bit cheesy and predictable and entirely too short? yes. did i LOVE IT ANYWAYS OMG LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE ALIVE AND HAPPY!!!!???? YESS BITCH okay by the end i was just so damn relieved that they were alive i honestly didn’t care that the teresa’s-alive-reveal happened like 4mins30secs before the end lmao because they were a beautiful almost five mins. i may get saltier about it but LOOK how happy she is!!! look how happy james is!!! and pote and kellyanne have a sweet lil child that teresa and james can be auntie and uncle to and it’s SO CUTE I NEED ALL THE FANART SINCE TERESA AND JAMES DIDN’T ACTUALLY GET A SCENE W THEIR HONORARY NIECE😭😭😭 FEN?? SOMEONE?? i’ll do it myself if no one else does, maybe even if someone else does because that’s so cute (eventually lol)
- do u think james and kellyanne coordinated their respective swim shorts (surf shorts?? lmfao) and nail polish on purpose because they are THE EXACT SAME SHADE OF HOT PINK and i think that’s so cute for them lmfao
- james in that button up w the wavy hair 😍 teresa in her cute lil beach top and her wavy hair 😍😍 them being happy and in love and alive in a cute lil beach house with their family 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰 i’m so happy for them!!! they made it out!! they outsmarted everyone!! teresa outsmarted everyone!! without shutting out the people in her life!! we love to see it!
- even though we didn’t exactly get a callback to a jeresa moment, we did get a “you okay?” “yeah” which kinda counts and i’ll fucking take it because you know what?? SHE IS ACTUALLY OKAY FOR ONCE. THEY ARE ACTUALLY BOTH OKAY. MORE THAN OKAY. NOW I’M NOT OKAY WHAT THE FUCK.
-also i LOVED the appearance and disappearance of The Queen there at the end!! her little approving nod and willing departure!! and that james was the one to notice her floating off and bring her back to earth from her final vision or hallucination of her queenpin self!! and then he makes a toast to their new life!! the one that she risked it all to build with him!! ahhhh i’m emo y’all!
- i am also still a little confused about some things tho, namely, why exactly did devon suddenly order boaz to back down and send pote to solitary confinement for protection?? was it really just because he believed he was being the “good guy” and that pote was doing his “deserved” time (even tho it wasn’t even for cartel stuff but ok) and he didn’t like the way boaz did business? cuz i feel like he wouldn’t care that much about pote’s safety even if that were the case i mean.. he wanted them all dead like two seconds before that.. i really don’t get that so if anyone has insight please lemme know!!!
- oh my god i don’t even know y’all that was so much!!! i’m sure i have more thoughts but i can’t even think of them rn!! i just wanna reblog all the gifs and see everyone’s thoughts!!! woo! we did it y’all! we made it. they made it!!!! thank fuck! 🥰😍❤️🎉😂
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Sweet Sugar
1 | Subterranean Homesick Alien
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(gif it’s not mine! let me know if you’re the owner!)
pairing: tom holland x reader / tom holland x brazilian reader (she’s from brazil here, but you can picture her being of any place that you want! Since the story wouldn’t change bc of that) 
warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut, but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.
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Summary: Y/n has always been best friends with Harrison and Tom. Since childhood they've always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?
A conflict of feelings, the non-acceptance of falling in love and the fear of losing her best friend, all in the head of an 17-year-old teenager. And on top of that, still having to fear of not being accepted for college.
a/n: 
This is a series i have in portuguese on my wattpad! It’s kinda long and have 2 parts haha but i decided to translate to post here too :) 
It was my first fanfic ever, so be aware lol
I never been to europe, so i’m sorry for any mistake about city features or how school works...
I just want to thank @petesrparker​ : Gio you’re the best and thank you for always helping me and hype up this series since the beginning! Seriously, you’re the best, this story would be nothing without you 😭❤
She even did a playlist for this! ikr? She’s amazing 💕 you can check out here if you want! 
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It was 2 minutes to 7am and I was late for school. Running to put on my warm sweatshirt and getting ready psychologically to go out in a cold weather, I grabbed my keys and tried to lock the door almost dropping my backpack on the floor. It was almost summer, but my town wasn't disappointed in having very cold mornings and hot afternoons.
"Shit," I murmured as I kicked the door, insisting that didn't want to close it. "Why hasn't my mom called someone to fix this thing yet?" I spoke to myself and finally managed to close it hearing a click. Coming down the stairs practically running, I closed the small gate and strode down the street.
I lived with my parents in a town called Kingston-upon-Thames, in a tiny two-bedroom house, very close to the school. You just need to walk about 4 blocks and voilá, I could already see the entrance gate and the familiar faces of the gringos. I was in the last year of high school, just turned 17 and I was born in Brazil, but grew up in London, when my father had to move because of his work, when I was only 6 years old. Obviously we weren't rich, my father worked with woodwork, and my mother currently worked in a small flower shop in the city center. But when my father received an offer to move to another country, he didn't think twice. Learn another culture, a new language and still earn some good money?An offer that cannot be refused.
The first time we arrived it was very strange, only my father knew intermediate English and my mother and I obviously did not know a single word. But we quickly befriended a family that lived on our street: the Osterfields. Jenna and Carter were the parents of two children: Harrison, the same age as me and little Charlotte (newborn at the time). Harrison and I immediately became inseparable, and he became like a brother to me and our families became one.
Obviously with him, also came nothing more and nothing less than: the Holland family. Nikki and Dom had 4 male children, one my age: Tom, Harry and Sam twins, 3 years younger and Paddy who was born 2 years later. So the family just grew, our parents became best friends, and me, Harrison and Tom became an unbeatable trio. There was no Y/n, without Tom and Harrison and vice versa, we're always together.
We went to the same school since always. As Haz lived only a few houses below mine, we meet and go together and Tom, who lived on the other side of the school, met us at the gate every day.
I went down the street and saw Haz sitting on the wall in front of his house, fiddling with his cell phone with a earphone, as soon as I approached he raised his head and smiled.
- Finally, I thought you aren’t going to class today. - He said getting up and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
- Good morning to you too Haz. - I said laughing and hooking my arm on him, while we went down the street. - You know that now that my mom is working on the other side of town she leaves early and then I have to wake up by myself, which is clearly a problem.
- Sleepyhead, - he said and I playfully tapped his arm while he laughed.
- Well, i'm, what can I say? Sleeping is the best thing in the world. - I said. - Did you do the history homework?
- Wich history homework? - He stopped suddenly looking at me in shock.
- Harrison Osterfield, you are not going to tell me that you forgot the work that I talked about it every day for almost a month. - I said putting my hand on my waist scolding him.
- Well ... I completely forgot. - Haz said scratching the back of his head with the face of a stray dog. -I was busy decorating the lines from the play.
- Wow Harrison, that way you will fail and then you'll  came crying to me. 
- Ok mom, sorry! But was it for today? Can I copy it and give it to you later? 
- Ok, but just this time, and do me a favor to exchange practically all the words I used or i'll be in trouble. - I said taking out my briefcase, while he held my backpack and I handed him my work. 
- I love you... - he said giving me back my backpack and hugging me, kissing my head afterwards.
- And I don't love you at all, bummer. - I giggled and we rounded the corner of the school.
Tom was already leaning against the side of the gate with his backpack between his legs, talking to a guy who was doing theater with him and Harrison. He was laughing at something, wearing a black hoodie, his hair was a little messy under his hood and his nose was slightly red from the cold. For some reason my stomach did some flips as we approached.
Harrison and Tom were very handsome, there was no denying it, they were half nerds, half bad boys (in the sense of forgetting to study for the exam or not doing their homework once in a while), they did theater, they were nice and got along very well with girls since they started puberty. As for me, I was the nerd who was always concerned about grades and getting into the journalism college, I didn't always have excellent grades, but they were enough to pass or impress the professors when I felt inspired. I wasn't popular, but not a completely ghost too, because being best friends with the boys ended up calling attention in some way.
The only boyfriend I had was a guy named Steven, and also my first kiss, to at age 15, but we broke up last year. Steven was cool, but we had different views on things and use to think about completely different futures, so we thought it was best to broke up. And since then I'm alone and very well, thank you.
But since I broke up with Stev, for some reason I've started to have some weird feelings for Tom. Weird in the meaning of being shy around him, with whatever he does, or whatever words he exchanges with me. Which is ridiculous, because he's my childhood friend, and I never felt any of that with Haz, so why with him I feel? I always saw Haz as my brother, but with Tom it's different, and I never understood why.
Anyway, here I was with my heart beating faster and faster as we approached. As soon as we got close, Tom waved goodbye to the guy he was talking. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and patted Haz on the back, kissing my forehead afterwards, which I immediately feel my cheeks burning with embarrassing, but no one realized.
- Hey mates! Finally! I thought you weren't coming anymore.- he said as the three of us went through the gate towards the school.
- The madam here, was the one who ended up sleeping too much, I was also waiting a long time.- Haz said and I rolled my eyes, making Tom smile.
- I understand Y/n, I also love sleeping... By the way, I said I was waiting a long time, but actually I just arrived. - He laughed - Your mother started working on that flower shop, right?
- Yeah! She started today, so I'm still getting used to waking up just with the alarm without my mom pulling me from under the covers by my hair.- I replied and they both laughed.
- Which class do you guys have now? - Tom asked as we went up the stairs to the first floor where the class rooms were.
-Math- Haz said, rolling his eyes. - Actually, I really have to go, because if I show up a second late again Mr. Jones will kill me. - he said giving us a brief wave and running to the opposite side.
- I have philosophy, thank God, one of my favorite subjects.- I said raising my hands to the sky as a joke and Tom laughed.
- Wow y/n, I thought your favorite subject was biology and English.- he said and I stuck out my tongue, but feeling a little warm inside, these subjects were the ones we had together.
- Anyway, see you later? I have physics now unfortunately.
- Yeah, I'll be at our new favorite place. - I giggle, it had been a week since me, Haz and Tom found a perfect place to stay during the break, which was on the back of the school, on a hill next to a tree, where we had a full view of the students down there. It was perfect, because the warm morning sun was shining and we'd be left on the ground gossiping and watching what others were doing.
- See you there shortie. -Tom said kissing the top of my head, giving me a wink and leaving towards his class room.
- Look who's talking. - I said loudly for him to hear and he showed me his middle finger from a distance, laughing at my face.
I turned around smiling and headed towards my class. The first two classes were normal, nothing new, I was still a little sleepy, so I ended up almost sleeping in the second geography class, where I was almost kicked out by Mr Wilson, who let It pass this time. The alarm hit indicating it was break time and I thanked God, practically running to stay out in the sun.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and my headphones, hitting play on Radiohead's Subterranean Homesick Alien song and walking outside. I saw Steven with his new girlfriend Lily right on the way out, they were talking, hugging each other and looked very happy, he saw me and gave a smile from a distance where I reciprocated. Our break up went very well, without resentment, which made me happy.
I walked up the small hill and saw Haz and Tom already at our meeting place. Tom was lying down looking at the sky while Haz was sitting propped up in the tree.
- Did you guys miss me? - I said sitting next to Haz.
- Yeah, we were even thinking about how we could handle living without you y/n- Haz said and Tom chuckled.
- I know you two love me. - I said shrugging.
- In fact, we were arguing when you're going to have a new boyfriend. - Tom said and I froze.
- And who said I want a new boyfriend? I asked raising my eyebrow.
- We know you y/n, you starting to have your head in the clouds lately, always retweeting couple things and posting romantic songs, I can see that you're falling in love again.- Tom said, still looking at the sky.
- I agree. - Haz said taking the side of my earphone and putting into his ear. - She's even listening to Radiohead! And you always listen to Radiohead when you're in love. - I gave them a sarcastic laugh and pulled the earphone of his ear turning off the music making Haz laugh.
- You guys are idiots, I'm fine alone thank you, I just want to focus on my studies from now on. - I said and they both made a "hmm" in unison, making me roll my eyes.
- Actually, we were discussing where we're going to celebrate my 17th birthday tomorrow.- Tom said changing the subject, turning his head and covering the sun with his hand to look at me.
-Tomorrow is your birthday?- I asked pretending to be surprise and Tom rolled his eyes playfully.
- I know you two always look forward to my birthday, because you love me and want to surprise me.- he said and Haz and I laughed ironically. - But Marcos offered his house, because his parents are traveling, so we could make a cool party there! So I was thinking about calling the theater people and some of our friends like Julian, Tuwaine and etc, maybe getting some drinks too... - Tom said sitting down and cleaning some leaves that were stuck on his hoodie.
- I think it's a good idea, I'm not much of partying or drinking, but with you both I always have fun.- I said and Haz rested his head on my shoulder.
- Good to know we make you happy Y/n. - Haz said and I giggle patting his head.
- So we meet tomorrow? You guys want to stop by my house so we could go together?
- Actually, I have to go to my granny first, so I'll go from there.- Haz said and Tom gave him a thumbs up.
- Y/n you can go? Around 7pm it's ok?
-Of course Tommy. - I said and he smiled at the nickname.
- Okay, I'll wait for you at 7pm and I'll send you the address, mate.- he said to Haz as we got up listening to the bell ringing indicating the break was over.
- Deal!- Haz said.
- Deal. - I also said as we went down back to class.
The last classes were history, the subject I had with Haz and he returned my homework, assuring me that he had changed the words. We spend the whole class sending notes talking about nonsense and making jokes. Haz and I were pretty good at sending notes without the professor seeing.
But I confess I was puzzled by what the boys had said earlier, how did they have the impression that I was in love? I wasn't, was I? Was I showing too much that i had feelings for Tom? I don't know, I just know that the whole story had left me with immense anxiety.
The class was over and I said goodbye to Haz, because he had theater with Tom and I didn't have any extra activities that day. The only days that i had something was on monday, tuesday and thursday, when I have a school reinforcement to improve my notes to enter college. Which was a relief, since I had to run to the mall to look for a gift to give Tom for his birthday. I had been looking for weeks and I didn't find anything interesting to give to my best friend. Best friend isn't it? Nothing more than this...
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Period Romances [F. W.]
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Request: Could you maybe do a imagine where Fred thinks the reader!potter likes George. So he asks angelina to the ball. But the whole time George was helping the reader ask Fred to The dance. So she ends up crying in George and Harry’s arms. she’s crying and maybe saying how much she loved Fred and Fred overheard and feels so bad. Cute ending tho. Maybe there kissing.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Potter!reader (you can pick your house)
A/N: tried to stick to the request as much as I could. But now I’m doomed because I really wished to have this Fred to myself.
Hogwarts Mastelist
GIF NOT MINE
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Fred wished she'd stop messing with his hair. Not that she was making it look terrible — he wouldn't even care if he looked hideous — but it was starting to bother him because he really wanted to pay attention and he just couldn't anymore. 
Any other day that would've been excellent, welcomed, amazing, delightful — he could go on. Today, however, Fred really needed to learn something in class because he was sure that studying later wouldn't be enough to improve his grades as much as he needed.
He looked at George, avoiding y/N — he couldn't risk she noticing he was conflicted — and hoped his twin would understand the situation and perhaps change places with him tomorrow for the exam.
It took George a while to meet his twin's eyes, and once he noticed, he almost cracked up laughing in the middle of the class. 
Fred's eyes supplicated mercy, but George brushed it off. "Just pay attention, dimwitted," he mouthed to his brother, trying to make no sound. Fred's brows went up and down — his attempt to point out what was distracting him, in this case, y/N's hand — and George mouthed again: "Ask her to stop."
Fred rolled his eyes. As of he could ask you to stop playing with his hair and risk you never do it again. No, Fred couldn't risk the only touch y/N reserved for him; the touch that probably didn't mean anything to her, but so much to him.
George almost laughed again, and before facing back Professor Binns, he whispered to his twin: "Not my problem then."
Oh, Fred was screwed. He could already visualize his mother's howler coming in a week after getting his grades.
Y/N, on the other hand, was miles away with her mind, lost between thoughts; mostly imagining herself amongst the witches and wizards of the eighteenth-century — the theme of today's class — accompanied by Fred Weasley. Right now, she was sure Fred was about to ask her hand in marriage to her father.
Messing with Fred's hair was something she loved to do even more during Professor Binns' lessons since they were the ones she'd get distracted easily. She had no idea how it all started, but it was already a big thing for her that she didn't want to lose. She knew one day Fred would've a girlfriend that wouldn't like it, so she was enjoying it as much as she could.
"So let's wrap it up here for today," Professor Binns' voice interrupted y/N's daydreaming. "I think we've got enough material for tomorrow's test."
Y/N finally stopped playing with Fred's hair, stretching her own arms before gathering her book that she hadn't read a single page yet. Still, she knew tomorrow's test would go great — she was a natural when it came to things related to history.
Fred seemed bumped, though.
"What's wrong, Freddie?" the nickname gets him by surprise every time she uses it because she says it softer and he loves it. He wonders if she notices how much he likes it when she calls him that.
"The test tomorrow..." Fred sighed. "I'm not sure I'm prepared."
She immediately saw an opportunity and lost no time to say: "MaybeIcanhelpyouwiththat."
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Fred asked, holding his book closer to his chest while George came closer.
"Maybe I can..." she gulped, nervously, feeling her cheeks turning red. "Maybe I can help you study. I'm great at History of Magic."
Fred almost screamed, gladly. "Really? You'd help me?"
"Of course, it'd be no problem at all!" 
George tried to hide his smile, an attempt of not ruining the moment for his twin and his best friend. He knew about their crushes on each other even though only y/N mentioned it. She asked for his help just after the Yule Ball was announced — something about she wanted Fred to take her, and y/N had no idea of how to make it happen; she was desperate.
The younger twin didn't feel brave enough to mess with y/N about her crush on Fred — besides, he was trying to be a gentleman and help her ask Fred out —, but he had no problem messing with his twin, who didn't take things friendly most of the time.
"So... Now, are you asking her out?" George asked Fred once y/N was gone.
"No, don't be ridiculous, she doesn't like me like that," Fred said, in a sharp tone. "And I don't like her either," he added quickly.
George rolled his eyes.
"You wouldn't mind if I turned up at the Library to study with you two then?" George asked provokingly. He anticipated his brother to beg him not to come.
Fred, however, was still pretending not to care. "Fine by me."
"Well..." George was not expecting that answer. "Guess I'll see you later then." And he left, not sure if he was doing the right thing.
***
The study session was boredom. It was nobody's fault, though. Well, maybe Fred's, but he wasn't going to assume it. He shouldn't have let George come.
Y/N was a great teacher, but Fred couldn't pay real attention because he'd always get lost at how excited she sounded when explaining costumes and battles of centuries before theirs.
She had stopped talking now, asking Fred to reread his books and do some exercises, to see if he really absorbed anything. It also gave her time to stare at him with more consideration. He was so beautiful, she could stare at him all day long. She couldn't understand, however, what George was doing there.
George wasn't the best student, but he usually managed better grades than his twin, so y/N rapidly assumed he was here for her. To help her out with the crush and everything. But George never tried interrupting the study session to make a smart comment about how great his twin and y/n looked together. Weird, she thought before dropping it.
Her eyes were wandering the Library when her younger brother walked in, a nervous look in his face.
"Oi, Harry!" she shouted, raising her hand and shaking it in the air to call his attention. Harry walked towards them. "Why the worried face"?
Not Voldemort again, she thought.
"The Yule Ball. I'm obligated to have a pair," he informed, sighing and looking around, finally noticing his favourite pair of twins. "Hi, Fred; hi, George."
Harry was used to having the twins around because everywhere his sister was, the two followed. Besides, he really liked the two.
"Hi, Harry!" both of them greeted at the same time.
Y/N called her brother's attention back to the Ball.
"Harry, I'm sure any girl would be glad to have you as their date," she said, smiling politely.
Harry didn't seem convinced.
"You are a champion after all," Fred added, looking form Harry to y/N, trying to be helpful.
"Easy for you to say," Harry countered. "You think I just have to go there and ask a girl, huh?"
Y/N looked away. Yeah, sounded simple, only it wasn't. She knew it very well.
George took the cue.
"Show him how it's done, Fred," George suggested, elbowing his brother. "You haven't asked any girl to the Yule Ball yet. Just do it, and Harry will learn."
Fred could feel the sweat running down his forehead. He faced y/N for half a second, sure he could do it. After his brother's challenge and Harry's expectation, Fred couldn't let them down. But he couldn't do it either.
His eyes met Angelina's two tables away. He jumped up, which startled George, who didn't think it was necessary to get up to invite y/N since she was right next to him.
And then, Fred started walking. He went to Angelina's table, and George already knew that his twin was about to make the biggest dumb mistake of his life.
Y/N couldn't face it; she didn't want to see what was about to happen, but she couldn't look away either. She even turned her body completely to see better and could already deduce what was being said:
"Angelina, do you wanna go to the Ball with me?"
"Oh my God, yes, yes!"
Everything would be flowers, except for her.
She and George facepalmed almost at the same second. Harry couldn't understand why the table presented that reaction; he could only smile at Fred and raise his thumbs. Fred walked back to the table, but before he could sit down, y/N got up.
"That was wicked, Fred," Harry seemed in a better mood already.
"Well, you should try before it's too late, my friend," Fred said, but he wasn't facing Harry — he couldn't take his eyes off y/N.
"Now that's hm... settled," y/N said, holding tight her books without raising her eyes to meet Fred's as she loved to do. "I've got to go."
Fred was confused, but his twin was quicker to understand.
"Gotta go too, Freddie, see you soon?" Fred didn't like when his brother used y/N's nickname, but he felt that he wasn't going to hear her calling him that for a while.
"Bye," Fred said, looking at everyone ditching him. Harry, however, seemed comfortable where he was. "Leaving too, Potter?"
Harry looked at Fred. He wasn't used with Fred calling him that — he used to call y/N Potter and it was only when they pretended to be angry at each other.
"Well, we can stay. Any new pranks you'd like to share?"
***
Y/N was rather quiet, and George wasn't expecting that. They were sitting in a far back set of stairs that y/N had found on her first day — yeah, she was very lost when she did — and it kind of became her place to be when sad or lonely. Or just when she needed to think.
"I'm sorry about that. My twin is as dumb as they can be," he said, clearly trying to make her laugh. It didn't work.
"I was just... waiting for the right moment," she sighed. "You knew I was gonna do it tomorrow, right?"
Yeah, George knew. He promised to make his twin ask her first, but if it didn't work out, at the end of the week, y/N would have to do it herself. That was their agreement.
"Perhaps it's better I didn't," she said, "he would have said no."
"Of course, he wouldn't!" George shouted.
"He'd try to be a gentleman, sure, but at the end of the day, it was Angelina he wanted to ask," y/N couldn't hold it anymore. "It's always gonna be her, isn't it? Perfect Angelina, best chaser Gryffindor ever had. Perfect Angelina knows how to make him laugh. Perfect Angelina can go to Hogsmeade since we were allowed to..."
Y/N couldn't stop now that she had started; she pointed out everything she thought Angelina was better than her at. Most of them, deep down, y/N knew wasn't accurate, but she was so frustrated.
And the Hogsmeade trip couldn't be blamed at y/N, after all, it was her godfather Remus Lupin — kept away from her by Dumbledore until she was fifteen — who hadn't signed the paper that allowed her to go. Of course, the Dursleys wouldn't do it.
Anyway, Fred and George eventually found a way to take her to there "illegally", but it was already too late — Fred and Angelina had already spent three trips together drinking butterbeer.
George let her talk, but he wasn't really listening anymore. In his mind, he was thinking of how dumb his brother could be to miss out the perfect opportunity to ask the girl he wanted out.
"Hey, y/N, listen," George said, finally interrupting her rambling. She wasn't crying though, which he considered a good thing. "I know I'm not who you expected, but I could go with you if you'd like."
"Really, George?" she was surprised. "Even knowing I'd rather be with your twin?"
"Ouch," George pretended to be hurt. "But even so."
"Then, sure, George; I'd love to go with you."
They hugged out, and y/N disappeared to the owlery — the Ball was in a couple of days, and she hadn't bought a dress yet.
***
Fred ignored his twin. It was easy at first — he had the excuse of needing to study — but then the test was over, and he had to figure out new ways of missing out George.
He didn't like it; he loved George. But it was running away or endure the lecture that he knew he'd hear.
Fred was a dumbass, and he knew it. But what could he do now? Y/N always felt intimidating to him, like she was inapproachable. Besides, Lee told Fred that she had asked George to the Ball and he confirmed the fact a dark corner of his mind aways thought — y/N fancied George.
Perhaps that was what George wanted to talk about — how he avoided his feeling for y/N but since Fred asked somebody else to be his date, George felt like he could say yes to y/N.
It was typical — it wouldn't have been the first time Fred and George fancied the same girl.
Fred wouldn't be in their way then. He kept avoiding his twin, though. He was scared George'd be too confident around him and start spilling everything y/N made him feel.
Because there was, sure, something between them. They were always together, and y/N started avoiding Fred. It was only three days, but Fred felt like it had been a month of being ignored. 
The day of the Yule Ball arrived. Fred was a bit nervous; Angelina wasn't y/N, but she was still a hot date he could've fun with.
Y/N and George spent the whole day together, which annoyed Fred. He felt prepared to confront his twin about y/N, but if he wasn't going to leave y/N's side, Fred wasn't going to beg.
Y/N, however, was a mix of anxiousness and sadness. Every time she noticed Fred and Angelina close, she'd find a place to hide and cry. She wasn't much of a crybaby, but she was feeling like she had lost everything. And she probably had.
"Ready to go?" George and y/N had been a minute looking at the Great Hall's door, stopped there because y/N needed to remember herself how to breathe.
It's this stupid dress that's too tight, she told herself, but the truth was she didn't want to find Fred and Angelina snogging in the middle of the dance floor.
"Ready," she finally agreed, and George offered his arm that she gladly took.
The Hall was beautifully decorated, and the music was incredibly enjoyable. Y/N thought that, if she doesn't see Fred snogging Angelina, she might appreciate the Yule Ball and she deserved that more than anyone.
George promised to keep her away from his twin, and he was so good at that that y/N only met Fred after a couple of hours when she had sat down and let George have some fun with a girl that would be there for him.
Fred was astonishing. His suit was pretty much the same George was wearing, but somehow it looked better on Fred. He seemed to be giggling at some funny thing Angelina was saying.
She could handle that. Fred was laughing, so what? She had seen him having fun with her before, it was no big deal, right?
She had no time to finish that concept.
Fred stopped laughing, and Angelina leaned in. They were in one of the darkest corners of the Great Hall — you knew what was about to happen. Yet, just like when he asked her, y/N couldn't look away.
Their lips touched, and Fred reached for her waist, pulling her close. Angelina's lips parted just so she could smile before fully giving in to the kiss.
Oh, God, y/N was going to throw up.
George was focused on the pretty girl from Ravenclaw dancing with him, but it was almost like y/N's heartbreaking could be heard out loud even though she didn't let out a single sound. He apologized to the girl dancing with him and rushed to y/N's side, helping her get up and taking her away from here. He knew exactly where.
They disappeared in the crowd, and y/N sat down at her favourite stairs spot, letting the tears fall, something she never thought of doing in front of George, but she knew he wouldn't judge.
Fred leaned away from Angelina, slowly letting hands fall from her waist to his side. What was he doing? That wasn't right! Kissing a girl thinking about another.
He apologized to Angelina and lied he was going to get a drink while his eyes wandered the place, hoping to find y/N alone, without George around.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Georgie," Fred heard y/N's voice. He was sure now that she was at her spot in the hidden stairs of the castle.
He let himself merge with the darkness, to listen if he was going to interrupt something.
"You never bother me, y/N" George replied.
Fred frowned, almost pretending to vomit. That was a terrible love scenario, but if that was the case, Fred was leaving. A girl was waiting for him on the dance floor, who he knew prefered him over his twin, differently from y/N.
He was about to turn around when her voice became louder and — sadder?
"I just thought it could be different tonight. Maybe I still had a chance! Perhaps Fred would see me in a pretty dress and finally understand I could be a girl he could fancy," she sobbed. "Clearly not the case! I probably look like a dragon in this stupid iridescent modern dress!"
Fred stopped at his tracks.
"All for him! I spent hours looking at myself today for the perfect look, and he didn't even notice me! I'm tired of waiting for Fred, George," she complained, and Fred could sense George tried to comfort her, although he couldn't hear his twin's words.
Fred didn't know what to do. He found the closest hide-out place he remembered from the memorized Marauder's Map and hid, letting the tears fall. He knew he should've asked her! But then she seemed so happy around George... How dumb could Fred have been??
George was probably helping her all along, and Fred treated his twin like garbage for that. How could he fix that?
Think, Fred, think! He rushed back to his dorm when the idea popped out, and he started planning right away. He needed to apologize soon before he'd lose her forever. And if that happened, he'd lose everything.
***
The Ball was over, and y/N was probably the only student happy with that.
Harry noticed something was wrong with his sister, but he didn't know why, and he didn't know what to do. He decided to go to Fred, who was her best friend and would probably have an answer.
"Don't worry, Harry. I think I can fix that," Fred said. Harry didn't think he looked much better than his sister.
"Are you sure?"
"Well, you can help me," Fred thought about it for a moment. "Actually, you're the perfect person to help me!"
"What do you need?" Harry asked, thinking Fred would ask for the Marauder's Map back or the Invisibility Cloak.
"I need y/N's measurements," Fred smiled diabolically. Harry raised a brow, confused. "You heard me, Harry, I need to know y/N's exact size."
***
Harry didn't know why, but after stealing one of y/N's uniforms, he was able to inform Fred of what was asked. 
"Thank you, Harry," Fred said, and he rushed to his pockets, counting his Galleons.
"Are you going to buy her something? You could have said if that was the case — I'd have bought it!" harry argued disoriented.
"No, dear Harry, this involves me and only me," Fred answered. "Well, I'll need my twin as well. Can you get him for me, Harry?"
"George? Aren't you with him, like, all the time?"
"Not lately, I'm afraid," Fred frowned. "I owe him an apology."
***
Fred and George didn't need to exchange more than one word, and they were best friends again. They hugged it out, and both felt like they could cry, but neither did. Harry absorbed everything suspiciously from a corner of the room.
How would that help to make his sister cheerful again?
***
"Are you sure it's gonna work?" George asked his brother after helping him with the costume.
"It's the only plan I have," Fred sighed.
"I think it'll work," Harry said, walking in the room. "She just got the dress, and she can't be happier. When I left, she was putting it on."
"Then it's time," Fred took a deep breath. What will be her reaction when she finds out Fred's plan?
Y/N couldn't stop staring at herself. She couldn't care if she looked ridiculous. It was a beautiful copy of an eighteenth-century dress apparently hand embroidered, with several ruffles in light tones of the colour of her Hogwarts house.
She took the magic photographic camera — a gift the twins gave her two years ago — and ran out into the garden of Hogwarts, eager to take several pictures. Not that there was anyone who would be interested in that, but she wanted to keep a photo of her young self with the dress — even if she'd keep the anonymous gift forever.
A few curious looks followed her, but she didn't care. She ignored the laughter — nothing could ruin her moment. Soon, she'd reached the gardens. What she didn't know was that she was being followed.
She was trying to find a place to position the camera when a voice startled her.
"Y/N? Can I talk to you?"
As if she was still at Professor Binns' class, Fred Weasley stared at her, wearing a full-skirted knee-length coat, knee breeches and a vest, as he had just stepped out of the eighteenth-century too.
"It was you," she said, looking him down and up. She wasn't mad, just surprised.
He took a few more steps to be closer to her.
"I would like to be completely formal with the mademoiselle if it is possible," he attempted an old English accent, but he looked stupid.
He noticed you didn't like it.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, y/N."
"For the accent?"
"For not asking you to the Yule Ball," he corrected her.
Oh, she thought.
"It was not your job," she took a step away from him, embarrassed. George must have talked to his twin, and that put you in a horrible position. Not that you'd been a good position lately.
"I wanted to ask you, but I panicked," he said.
"I did too," she smiled, politely. She wasn't comfortable yet, and Fred knew it.
"I'm sorry, I'm not gonna bother you much more, young lady," he smiled. "I just need you to hear the truth, and then I'll walk away, I promise."
Y/N gulped but said nothing.
"I love you, y/N. I don't know when it happened, but when I noticed I was already terrible in love with you," he breathed out loudly while she waited, listening. She felt like she could cry. "I never said a thing because it didn't feel like you saw me that way, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I could endure you kissing other guys, but I could not take you no longer laughing at my jokes."
She smiled.
"You don't need to say how you feel. Bullocks, you don't even have to feel the same," he sighed and avoided her eyes. "I just wanted you to know."
"Any reason for the 18th-century outfit?" she asked, unable to say anything else while she burst in happiness.
"I thought it'd bring out the experience of a period romance," Fred pressed his lips together, staring for the last time at your eyes. "Make you more susceptible to listen."
"It worked," she smiled but said no more.
Fred shook his head and turned away, convinced that it was it. He started walking away, thinking why did he submit himself into that horrible outfit, he was glad men started wearing full-size pants years later.
"Fred!" y/N ran towards Fred, finding it terribly difficult to do when wearing that period dress. It was beautiful but rather uncomfortable.
Her hand held his arm, and he stopped walking away. He only had time to look back and her face collided with his — a desperate kiss.
Fred was surprised, but since he waited for that for a long time, it didn't take him more than four seconds to realize what it meant. His hands rushed to her waist, an attempt of pulling her close, which proved difficult with all the cloth.
But y/N was trying to pull him close as well, and he deepened the kiss, happy to be reciprocated.
Hary and George finally arrived at the garden but tried to be as quiet as they could, to not disturb the newest couple. Harry saw the camera lying around the ground and, silently, rushed to get it. George smiled when he understood Harry's goal.
Y/N's younger brother found a perfect angle and took as many pictures as he could. He knew you'd like it.
George noticed something maybe not to appropriate to Harry — they were deepening the kiss too much for the outdoor place — so he grabbed Harry's arm and took him away from there, not holding his laughs along the way.
Fred and y/N relaxed for an instant, catching their breaths. Y/N was so happy that she could pretend not to need air just to keep the kiss going, but she knew she shouldn't. She looked down at her gown — it was a complete mess, with the corset way up then it should be. 
Her hand left Fred's hair, and he roared unhappily.
She smiled. 
"I am not going anywhere, gentleman," she tried to sound like the girls from the period romances but failed. "I simply think we should take this... conversation to a more reserved place, wouldn't you agree?"
Fred stared at her, with a dead face before laughing as loud as she had ever heard him laugh.
"And without these gowns," Fred complained. "I'm never buying you something so hard to take off ever again," he smirked, and she felt her cheeks turn red. She had loved the dress, but she also agreed with Fred.
"I love you too, you know," she said, and he chained her back to him.
"I know, mademoiselle."
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Pairings: JJ Maybank x female! OC, fake dating Rafe Cameron x female! OC
Summary: JJ Maybank's ex is a kook, not any kook tho, she's the daughter of the mayor who's recently been involved with the kook prince himself Rafe Cameron.
Genre: Angst.
Warning: None!
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"We'll be here in less than a week, okay?" Your dad handed you over the keys, "Rember, be good and call him, I need those boxes empty by tomorrow okay?"
You nodded, "Tell mom I miss her,"
"I will," he hugged you before exiting the house.
Now you were alone, again. As much as you wanted to catch your dad before he got to the helicopter and companion him to Hawaii, you couldn't. Now, there were three things you could do in this situation:
a) You stayed home and watch Netflix
b) You go to the Camerons', which included getting ready, getting photographed by the paparazzi, answer random interviews, and always having to make good publicity for your dad and Ward. You rolled your eyes hating to be the Mayor's daughter.
c) Call... you know who.
Or secret option d) Do the job of you know who so you don't have to call him.
The first option was too boring, the second one seemed like a lot of effort, and the third one well... to be honest, it was the most appealing and you knew the last one wasn't even an option.
You scrolled through your contacts and finally found it, you stared at it while analyzing if it was a good idea or not. You sighed blocking the phone. Why? Why did you have to be perfect? Having to smile, wave, and talk as little as possible; always have good grades, get an MIT; do charity work, attend events, give speeches; be kind, generous, humble, smart, funny, classy. You didn't hate it, you just never thought it would be this hard, your job was just to make it seem effortless, it didn't matter how many times your Dad scolded you and made you consider other people who are going through worse, you still wanted to escape it.
"Fuck" you muttered under your breath, you knew exactly what you were gonna do, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you hated yourself, "Fuck you Maybank," you clicked his name and the phone began to call.
You guys were more chill now that your father forced you to behave yourselves, but you still needed to clear somethings up.
"Well, well, well," you didn't need to see him to know he had an obnoxiously cocky smile across his face, "If it isn't Victoria Lewis," he couldn't let you hear his surprise and hurt.
"Hi JJ,"
"Let me guess, your parents are trying to save their marriage again by going to Hawaii?"
"Fuck you,"
He chuckled over the line, "I'm just messin' with you, I'll be there in 10,"
You hung up.
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"Yeah, he can come in," you clarified to security and hung up.
After a few seconds, the blonde boy crossed the front gate.
He was already familiar with the drill; having the guards call your house, get across the garden, and into the parking lot, you waiting for him on the spot he already knew was his.
"I'll never get bored of this," he took his helmet off.
"I thought you'd be over it by this point," you leaned against the vehicle.
"Nah, I mean, I feel pretty special. I'm pretty sure I'm the only Pogue that gets to be here," he got close to you while crossing his arms, "So, are you gonna tell me why you call me, or should I just assume it?"
"You know exactly why you're here,"
For a second he was confused, then his face flushed, "You're kidding, right?"
"I wished I was,"
He took a deep breath frustrated.
"Don't get mad, you're the one who took the job, besides, he personally asked for you since Sally is out of town," you explained.
"Of course she is," he agreed with irony.
"You just have to do a couple of boxes, and I uh- I'll help you out,"
He bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating, "Fine," he rolled his eyes.
"Don't be dramatic, it's not that bad,"
"Just because you'll be there,"
And now, you were still sliding book by book, binder by binder into the shelves.
"I hate this job," JJ folded another empty box.
"At least you're not alone doing it,"
"Yeah," he cut the tape of the biggest box and walked to your side.
"Oh no, no, no, no, those go on the bottom row,"
He sighed, kneeled, and started over.
As you finished your box, you realized you were tired. JJ was right, his fucking job sucks and it wasn't a very difficult one, but being one of Outer Bank's mayor's assistants wasn't great either.
"Finish that row and I'll tell him your dad called you and you had to leave,"
"No, I uh- I need the complete money,"
"He left me the complete money, I'll just deal with him later, okay?"
"Thanks," he snickered as he finally got up.
"Want a beer?" you opened the minifridge.
"Hell yeah,"
"Lucky for you, he just bought those British ones you like so much,"
He admired the Golden glory label before tasting it, it lived up to its name, "Well, I guess the only thing good about this job is that I get to get a beer after," he sat on your dad's chair.
You sat on the desk taking a sip of your soda, you're not much of a drinker. Now you were in complete silence, it's not that easy to try and have a normal conversation with an ex you ended in not so good terms.
Flashback
"Oh, sorry I'm late baby, I was just-"
"Busy, I know, you always are," he was annoyed, "You could've just called, you know? Not be late for almost three hours,"
"Baby, I couldn't even grab my phone I'm so sorry,"
"We should just call it a night, okay? Kie already canceled our reservations anyways,"
"We don't need a restaurant to have a nice date,"
"It's our anniversary Victoria, it was supposed to be special,"
"Well, I'm-"
"Can you stop apologizing? For once, I already know you're sorry, all the time,"
You were speechless.
He scoffed, "Wow, alright I'm gonna leave,"
"JJ," you tried to grab his arm.
"I can't keep doing this Victoria, I can't, you're always busy with some charity event or an interview or school,"
"What- what are you saying?" You gulped.
He sighed, "I'm breaking up with you,"
"What? No, JJ I really am sorry for not being here today,"
"But it's not just today! It's every single day! You always have something more important than us, always! And it's fucking exhausting! I'm exhausted!"
"Of course I have important things to do! That's what being the daughter of the mayor means!"
"Well I didn't sign up to date the daughter of the mayor, I want to date you!"
"Of course you did! You did the minute you decided to talk to me while volunteering to help my dad's campaign! The minute you started to work for him! The minute you took me on a date and kissed me! The minute you asked me to be your girlfriend!"
"Well, I didn't think he was actually gonna win!"
"That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard you say," You spat, "And you don't get to quit on us especially when I haven't! I told you I loved you and you didn't say it back! Did I give you crap about it? No, I didn't, instead, I decided to not pressure you to say it!"
"Well, if you're waiting for me to say it now I'm the one who's sorry because I don't love you Victoria!" He did, he really did, "And I don't know if I ever will!"
"Good! Thanks for telling me so I don't keep wasting my time on someone who's not worthy of it!" You turned to leave, but then remembered and returned in front of him, "And for the record, I'm leaving you because you're an asshole! You're a quitter! God, my father was right about you!" You hit his shoulder a few times, "I hate you Maybank! I hate you!"
"No, you hate yourself because I'm not your charity case anymore, you couldn't fix me and you can't live with the idea of failing, can you?"
You slapped him, hard, "It's not my job to fix you, but good luck getting over your daddy issues all by yourself, " You hissed before walking away.
End of flashback
"How are the Pogues?" you asked before feeling more uncomfortable.
"Missing you,"
"Really?"
"Yeah, John B refuses to play Monopoly with anyone but you, Pope's always strugglin' with school now more than ever since you're not there to teach him social sciences, Kiara's all alone again at school since you started homeschool; so yeah, they are basically falling apart without you,"
You bit your tongue before asking, you wanted to know but it just wasn't right to say it. Since there was no response from you, you stayed in complete silence again, itching silence, so irritant you both wanted to cut it but weren't sure what to say, so JJ changed the subject.
"So, you and Rafe Cameron seem to catch people's attention," he broke the ice.
"It's just publicity,"
"Really? I mean, that date on the beach seemed pretty real," he was getting a bit defensive.
"It was all fake, Ward planned it, who do you think called the paparazzi?"
"So there's nothing between you and Rafe?"
"Ew, no," you grimaced.
"Did Ward plan the rest of the dates or just that one?"
"No, I had to plan them because I needed to bring attention to my event, besides I could never date Rafe Cameron,"
"And why is that? I mean he's perfect for you, he's handsome, he's funny, great around crowds, your parents love him; I mean, why not?"
"Because Rafe Cameron is an asshole,"
"True," you both chuckled, "For how long are you planning to fake date?"
"I dunno, for as long as necessary I guess, people seem to love us together and some hate us but like my dad says, any publicity is good publicity,"
"So you're gonna play the long game, huh?"
"Yeah, mostly because my mom wants me to marry the guy and my dad just adores him,"
The phone rang and you had to pick it up.
"Hi, yeah he can come in," as you finished the call you looked at JJ, "Speak of the devil,"
"He's here?"
"Yeah, he uh- sometimes comes just to be followed by the paparazzi and tell them he's coming here,"
"Oh," he nodded, "Do you want me to go or-"
"No, it's fine we don't even talk to each other so," you raised your shoulders.
"Maybe you should, I mean if you're gonna keep fake dating I think you should at least get to know him," he suggested.
"I guess you're right,"
"So I uh- I've been thinking a lot about us lately like what went wrong," he abruptly confessed, "And I owe you an apology,"
"Why? I mean our relationship went downhill the minute my dad became mayor and decided to make me his best publicity element,"
"Yeah, but I also gave up too quickly, I should've been more tolerant and all I did was fuck it up even more with my selfishness," he finished his beer.
"Well now that we're saying things like that, I could've made more time for us but I just thought that my dad was more important and all of my life was just falling apart,"
"You deserve someone who's schedule is more flexible,"
"And you deserve someone with more time,"
It was nice to have an actual conversation with no yelling and a cold mind, it somehow felt mature; you both loved each other but now it was a different type of love, it was more of an "I wish you the best and if anything goes wrong I'll always be here" type of love, you could wonder of what it would be like if you ever went back together, but you didn't want to, you both know the best thing was to stay apart.
"You should go with Rafe," he smirked.
"I-"
"Have you ever actually talked to him? Like a deep type of conversation?"
"No," you muttered.
"Then go with him, if you're still planning of becoming president he'll make the perfect guy to marry, we both know this won't end anytime soon,"
"God, I hate when you're right," you rolled your eyes.
"Go," he insisted.
As you left the room he knew at that moment, that he had officially lost you, he let you go for a greater good. He was now whisked in emotions, nostalgia, happiness, sadness, and a touch of anger.
He smiled, because for the first time in his life he finally did something purely good.
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hansoulo · 4 years
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toccare
Pairing: The Mandalorian/f!Reader (no Y/N)
Warnings: cursing, mando’s kind of an ass but he’s old and his back hurts so we’ll cut him some slack, Touching, Tension, Drama, Spicy Stuff (not anything too spicy tho)
Rating: T for the aforementioned spiciness
Word Count: 2.5k
Gift Credit: gif by @/doortotomorrow​​
A/N: here it is!!! my mando massage fic. if enough people yell at me i’ll entertain the idea of a part 2. for science. also this probably isn’t even his bed but whatever!!! canon has no consequence in this household!!
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“Mando,” you called out to him, “Are you alright?”
A grunt, barely audible from beneath his helmet. You pushed away from the console, standing in the cockpit and turning towards where he sat in the pilot seat. Mando didn’t turn his head away from the front viewport but he stiffened slightly at your proximity, his shoulders tense and his hands tight around the ship controls. He was always so… wound up. Some might call it vigilance, but you preferred telling him he had a stick up his ass. Right now, he had a whole forest.
You reached to rest your hand on the pauldron of his beskar, fingertips only barely grazing steel before a firm grip was locked around your arm. Soft leather pressed against the underside of your wrist, his hold unrelenting and silent. He still hadn’t looked back at you. Stubborn. Quiet and stubborn.
You pulled away - although you knew you were only able to because he let go. Heaving a dramatic sigh, you shook your head and flopped back down into the chair. So the walking tin can didn’t want to talk. Fine. Maker knows he barely spoke anyways. Still, he could at least tell you what was wrong. Not that- not that you cared. About him. No. It’s just that when he was in a bad way, like he’d been for the past few days - he didn’t exactly lend himself to good company. It just made for an unpleasant time, is all. You didn’t care.
——-
Another groan, deep and heavy as the Mandalorian stood up from the pilot’s seat. His movements were slow and strangely stiff, a far cry from his usual posture. You imagined a rusty droid, unoiled and worn from years of use, and the image prompted a laugh to bubble up in your throat before you silenced it with a hand over your mouth. Apparently it wasn’t quick enough, though, because a gravelly “what?” accompanied the slight cock of his helmet.
“Nothing, nothing,” you shook your head, the smile slow to fade from your lips. “It’s just- are you sure you’re not hurt or anything?” Shifting around in your chair to rest your feet on the center console, you narrowed your eyes with a teasing smirk. “Or are you just getting old?”
You knew he really was in a bad way when he didn’t bother to answer, only sighing as he - finally - managed to reach his full height. “I’m going to take a look at the engine,” the Mandalorian said gruffly, stepping towards the main hangar. You hummed in acknowledgement, examining the beds of your nails with an air probably too casual for someone who was sharing oxygen with a known killer. You could hold your own, though. He knew that. Maker, that was half the reason why you were here. The other half had to do with a very small, very strange baby who was now napping in its pod behind you. “Get your feet off my ship.”
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to look back as your hand came up to form a less than lady-like gesture. So much for class and decorum.
——–
You were going to kill him. You were going to rip the beskar off his stupidly toned chest and use it to beat him into the damn ground. He was being such a… such an… an ass!
The Mandalorian had always been terse, you were used to that, but this was something else. He’d nearly driven you to tears the other day and barely apologized, only stalking off to his quarters like a petulant child with nothing other than a “m’sorry.”  Yeah, sorry your ass. If he was sorry he would tell you what was going on. It wasn’t the bounties, which were plenty and easily found.  It wasn’t the child. It wasn’t you- at least you hoped it wasn’t. So what was it?
It took Mando snipping at you one night for no particular reason, his tone patronizing and clipped, for you to finally confront him. Jamming an angry finger into the metal of his chest plate, you raised your head to meet the slit of his visor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Mando?”
Your voice was harsh but whispered, not wanting to wake the child sleeping in the cockpit. He moved to push your hand away but you shoved it back, fingers splaying against leather and beskar as your gaze stiffened. “No, stop it. What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”
“It’s nothing.” He ducked his head down, the chin of his helmet meeting his chest. Scoffing, you stepped back and shifted your weight to one leg, your eyes on him unrelenting. For someone whose job description included lying, he wasn’t very good at it. At least, not with you.
“Obviously it’s something,” you said a little softer. He let you touch him this time, your hands coming up to the dips of his shoulder that lay uncovered by armor. Another groan escaped him, barely audible but slightly pained when you pressed the stiff muscles. You furrowed your brows at the sound. “Are you hurt?”
The Mandalorian shook his head at this, but you remained unconvinced. Realizing something, you resisted the urge to laugh as you pushed your hands down against his shoulders again. It wasn’t very hard and you doubt he could feel much through the thick fabric of his shirt, but it was enough for a deep gasp to be clear through the modulator. He wasn’t injured. He was sore.
You dug your thumbs into the cords of muscle, your tone lighter than it had been in weeks. “You really are getting old, aren’t you?”
“I’m-” he hissed when you flattened your palms, “fine.”
“Mando…”
The Mandalorian’s gloved hands reaching to pull you away. Fingertips ghosted across your arms, hesitant. You sighed, shaking your head as if to rid the air of perceived ill intentions. “I don’t know if you noticed, but you haven’t exactly been pleasant to work with lately.”
You imagined a smile beneath the helmet when he huffed at your words, but maybe that was wishful thinking.
“Yeah, I know. M’sorry.” Ah, there it was again. This time, though, you could tell he meant it. You let your hands fall to your side.
“Y’know…” Oh, this was a bad idea. You were definitely overstepping. Completely off your rocker. “I could help you.”
“What?” Were you dreaming, or did his voice really just drop an octave?
“I could um-” you swallowed, steeling yourself for the rejection you were almost certain of. “I could help. You. If you wanted me to. I mean I wouldn’t- kriff I don’t know! I don’t know why I-”
“Stop talking.”
You swallowed again, lips parted in shock and your voice wavering slightly. “Okay.”
“Help me how?” He stepped closer in the darkness of the hall, his feet coming near enough that you widened your own to compensate.
“You’ve got to have like, a thousand knots in your back, Mando. I’ve seen your bed.” You laughed to cover the rising flush in your cheeks. “Not much of a bed, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t.”
Funny. He was funny. It was a joke, right? Even after so long, you could barely tell. Hazards of the helmet, you supposed. It made things, at least for you, very, very awkward.
“Look, just-” you screwed your eyes shut, fingers rubbing circles into your temples. “If not for your sake then for mine and the kid’s, alright? If that’s all that’s making you act like an ass, then it’s something that I- that we can fix.”
Armor shook slightly with another deep breath, his sigh bone-deep and echoing slightly through the ship. “Fine.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
———
He was just… standing there. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous. Maybe he was. “You’ll have to take off all your armor, you goof.”
“I know.” The words were tight, stretched over with something you couldn’t place.
“Hey, it’s fine,” you assured him, your voice kinder. “Relax, tin can. I’ve seen a lot worse.” You winked when he reached to undo his pauldron. “Need some help?”
Sighing, the Mandalorian sat on the edge of his bed, although calling it that was a bit generous. It was a pad probably six inches thick laid on a slab of metal. No wonder he was in such a foul mood lately. Your own cot, shoved in a too-small storage closet with an old cape (his old cape, actually) as a blanket, seemed much more appealing. Maybe he was just a masochist or something. Maybe this was some sort of weird Mandalorian penance. Or maybe he just didn’t have anywhere else to sleep.
A cough you drew your mind out of your thoughts and back on the man behind you, his armor now a careful pile on the floor. Shedding anything else was apparently a bridge too far, but it was still the most exposed you’d ever seen him. “It’d probably be easier if you um… laid down. On your stomach.” The Mandalorian nodded slowly, pushing himself up on the bed and letting his head fall. Stifling a laugh at his movements, you stepped closer. Oh. Oh no.
“Mando?” He grunted in acknowledgement, his arms straightening besides him. “I- I won’t really be able to reach standing. Is it okay if I-” you winced at your words, hoping he wouldn’t be able to notice the way your face burned. “Sit? On the bed?”
The Mandalorian sat up slightly, his elbows knocking against metal. “You mean on me?”
You nodded, tongue heavy and dry on the roof of your mouth. “It’s fine, really. If you don’t want me to I can just-”
“You can. If you want to.”
Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Okay. That was good, right? He trusted you. You trusted him. You could give your co-worker/associate/bounty hunter-you-flirted-with-when-you-got-drunk a back rub without it being weird, right? Right.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
You climbed onto the bed, careful not to ram your head into anything. This was the nearest you’ve been since- since never, actually. You can’t remember, in all your years of hunts and missions and times aboard the Crest, ever being this close to him. Every rise of his chest, every jostle of his hips and micro-movement that had never been afforded to you before was on display now, inches away and undeniably human. His shirt had ridden up slightly when you moved to straddle his legs and you could see skin, tan and strong and battle-wearied. Not a tin can, after all.
You’d rested your hands on the Mandalorian’s shoulders for balance, not realizing it until his own curled into themselves, gripping the hems of his shirtsleeves until his knuckles stretched pale. Frowning, you coaxed his palms open until they rested at his sides. There. Much better.
The metal against your knees was cold, uncomfortably so, but he was warm underneath you, solid and impossibly still. You moved to the juncture of his neck, the skin there drawn tight with the weight of armor and expectations, and strings of hurried apologies followed every knead of your hands. He called your name, the sound rumbling through his chest, and you bit your lip.
“Yeah?”
“Stop apologizing.”
You grew quiet. Exactly why you listened to the Mandalorian so easily you didn’t want to think about. You blamed the water. He was probably slowly poisoning you until you went mad for his own amusement.
Everything was dampened in recycled air and hazy blue light, pulsing something that had always been present but now was coming to a head and growing a face that you refused to look in the eye. Now was not the time. There would never be a time. You would sooner step out of the limits of space itself until you were stretched thin, enveloped and spun dizzy in the quiet horror of a supernova, than admit there could ever be a time.
Catching a swollen cord of muscle along his back, you pushed down with the heel of your palm and something big shot out to grip at the side of your thigh, its touch unrelenting and so sudden that a gasp was caught in the back of your throat. It was his hand. It was just his hand. So why the fuck could it cover half your leg and then some? Why the fuck was he pressing enough to probably leave bruises?
His hand retracted as quickly as it came, accompanied only with a low noise you could’ve sworn was a whimper. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were disappointed, only returning your attention to the task at hand. Maybe you should treat this as a mission. Keep yourself sane and from doing something irredeemably stupid. Great, yeah. Mission to get the knots out of Mando’s back so he would stop being a prick. An awesome game plan, really. Infallible.
Squeezing slightly at the flesh between his shoulder blades, you let your fingernails scrape against the bare skin of his neck until the fabric of his collar gaped. The smallest hint of curls peeked through the underside of the helmet. Brown. Huh. You thought they’d be darker.
Every drag of your knuckles brought a sound, whether it was a huff of air or a downright moan, but you tried not to think about it. You just blocked everything out, warbling your senses until you felt submerged in imagined water and not-imagined skin and words better left unsaid. You mapped every curve of stiff muscle, down the deep slope of his back and over fabric that wasn’t thick enough to conceal the ridges, the landscapes and jagged reminders of enemy encounters. You found yourself liking them, though. The scars.
You’d pushed the shirt up eventually, whispering “is this okay?”  before the Mandalorian nodded quickly, dark cloth gathering around his shoulders and bunching up where it lay against his neck. His skin was hot now, burning and lighting fuses on every frayed nerve on the tips of your fingers until you swore you’d grown numb, drunk on contact and the twilight fog of shared lifetimes. It really had been lifetimes. Since you’d met him. Since you’d touched someone like him. Like this.
You were too caught up in it, lost in your own thoughts and so focused on trying not to cross a line or hurt him that you didn’t notice he’d turned onto his back, his hands coming up rest at the swell of your hips.
He pushed up onto his elbows until your forehead fell against the helmet, the beskar against your skin like ice on a desert morning. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands coming to brace themselves on his covered chest. Everything was slow, like syrup was poured into your head and down your throat until it settled into something biting at the base of your spine, a crawling smoke of ungloved fingers and parted lips. He lifted the hem of your shirt and the edge of his helmet dipped to the curve of your neck. The words were shaky through his modulator, hoarse and dulcet. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” you said softly, reaching to grip at his biceps. “Yeah that’s okay.”
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part two
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moral-turpitudes · 3 years
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Silver Linings: Part 4
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Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts
A/N: Gif is not peaky related but it damn sure made my heart break.
Trigger Warnings: Angst, Arguing, **Slight Smut,** (Explicit/18+ Content: if you’re a minor plz skip the italicized portion).
Word Count: 1,914
Characters: Michael Gray x Alfie’s Adopted Daughter!Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | *Part 4* | Part 5
It was a bleak afternoon when they both found out what Thomas and Alfie had planned. Three weeks after Michael got out of the hospital, Alfie had told Thomas about some business in New York, tipping Thomas off on where to send him if need be, seeing as he had a sneaking suspicion about his blinder cousin. It turned out that during his healing, Michael had been confronted by Luca Changretta, the infamous mafia leader from the states. Who had ties to the Italians who also were a pain in both families sides, knowing if they didn’t act fast, both their families could be at risk. But what Thomas didn’t know was that Polly decided on a plan, ultimately getting Michael to side with her to protect her, undermining Thomas in the process. After all, she was his mother and what else could he do? He couldn’t betray his mum by giving Thomas a heads up. And so when Thomas finally got wind of everything, he agreed one night when Michael and Y/N were out that it would be best to send him to New York where he could manage the more legitimate business, taking the target off of Y/N’s back while showing Michael the consequences of betraying the family. Thomas and Alfie had many a screaming match over the two, knowing they would be hurting them in the process, but whatever Thomas wanted, he got.
That afternoon, Michael had gotten home to a tension filled household where they held a short family meeting.
“What’s all this?” He asked, his lungs still aching as he stood there.
“You’re moving to New York tomorrow. We have a ticket for you and the time to board for America. You’ll be taking care of the legitimate business there.” Polly said, a sad look in her eyes.
“Like hell I’m going. Give me a reason why I should go? I have a life here.” He said, clenching his fists.
“You can’t betray us from all the way over there. And it’ll save Y/N.” Thomas said snidely, lighting his cigarette.
“I’m not going, I’m not leaving her. She has no part in this anyway. They can’t hurt her.” He said, doubt creeping into his mind.
“Anyone who’s associated with us is in danger now. Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you fell for Alfie fucking Solomons’ daughter.” Thomas said.
“I don’t care whose daughter she is. You can’t do this.” He said angrily.
“I can and I will. You better get going. You have an early start tomorrow.” He said, looking at Polly’s pained face as she hugged her son goodbye. The door slamming loudly behind him as he took off towards Y/N’s apartment.
As he ran, his lungs burned and ached with every breath, the rain coming down furiously as he made his way there. His mind racing almost as fast as his heart as he tried to figure out what to do.
With a loud knock, Michael slumped against the doorframe, waiting for the woman he loved to answer. His tears mixing with the rain drops as he watched them fall to the cold ground.
“My god....Michael what are you doing here you’re-“ She started to say before he kissed her. The kiss wasn’t as tender as before. It was more rushed, and panicked like it was the last time he’d ever feel her lips on his. She took hold of his jacket and slowly guided him back into the house, Michael moving her to the wall and shutting the door with a shaky breath. Without talking he kissed her again, desperately, them both gasping for air as he moved down to her neck, sucking small bruises onto her skin.
“Michael...wait.” She said taking his face in her hands and looking into his eyes. She saw his eyes brimmed red as tears fell down his face, his hair dripping wet as he stood there.
“They’re making me move to America, Y/N.” He said, looking down at the ground.
“What? Who’s making you? Why?” She said her own eyes filling with tears.
“Your father. And my family. They said it was to keep you safe. The mafia is still after us and so he’ll be after you too. I uh, I guess I betrayed Tom so he’s sending me off. Wants me to take care of the business over in New York.” He said, shivering.
“Christ you’re freezing. Did you run here?” She asked taking off his coat and leading him to her bathroom where she started a warm shower.
“Yeah...” he said, the scars on his chest visible as she undid his shirt. She gently ran her fingers over them as tears ran down her face.
“They can’t do this...I won’t let them.” She said, not knowing how she’d even stop her father, let alone Thomas.
“They’ve already set it up. I have to.” He said.
Without thinking she kissed him frantically, her nerves frazzled and stomach in knots as she grasped at his shirt. He didn’t resist as he let her pull it off, his lips leaving hers for a moment as he undid his belt. Pulling her close as she undid the rest of his clothes, him doing the same, reaching for the ties on her dress she loved to wear.
**Slight Smut/18+/Explicit Content: If you’re a minor please scroll to the non-italicized portion, thank you).**
“I’ll go with you.” She said between kisses, both of them mutually admiring each other as they stepped into the shower.
“I can’t let you. You have a life here, hell you have everything here.” He said.
“No...I don’t. I don’t have a life here if it’s not with you.” She said, hugging him close as she rested her head on his bare chest.
He didn’t say anything as he held her close, kissing the top of her head as the hot water fell on their skin. With a light touch, Y/N reached up and kissed him, knowing in her heart he had to go no matter what.
Michael deepened the kiss as they caressed each other, moving ever-so-carefully so they wouldn’t fall.
“Are you warm?” She asked, wanting to continue but not wanting to hurt him more by fucking in a shower of all places.
He nodded and smirked as he pulled her closer, her heart melting at the fact she’d probably never see him smile again.
“Let’s take this somewhere else, I don’t want you hurting more.” She said drying them off. As she finished wringing her hair, Michael threw his towel over her head, picking her up as a giggle escaped her lips as he led them to her bedroom.
Their hearts hurt as they continued, moans escaping Y/N’s lips as his trailed down her body. Michael taking in every last part of her as he furthered his movements well into the night, making sure he didn’t hurt her. Although, nothing hurt worse than leaving the one he felt he truly loved.
Later as they laid there tangled in each other’s embrace, Y/N had about a thousand questions running through her mind. All of her plans seemingly too wild to ever work. She could move out, and risk wasting all the money she’d put in this place. Or she could stay here and hope he’d come back, writing letters back and forth until then. Or he could stay and live with her, defying both families orders and putting them both at risk.
Either way, since she was associated with the dashing young blinder, she knew she’d be in danger no matter where he went, and so she made up her mind, feeling that even though she knew him for a short time, she felt in her bones that they had something special.
“You’re thinking about something, what is it?” He asked, his fingers tracing over her curves.
“I’m thinking about what I’m going to do.” She said, looking up at him.
“I have to go, I can’t change it now.” He said, sighing.
“I know. But I just have one question.” She said, her heart racing.
“Can you see a future? With me?” She asked, her stomach in knots as he thought about his answer.
“Yeah...I wouldn’t have ran here if I didn’t. Why’d you ask?” He said, a sullen look on his face.
“Just wondering. I wouldn’t want you to forget me in New York. You know I could probably still get us new tickets.” She said.
“That won’t work love. It’ll only make things worse. The less you have to do with me the better, at least you being here could mean you’re safe. If you went to New York you’d have no protection except me.” He said. The truth of it all hurt more than anything, but deep down she knew he was right.
She shook her head and smiled a painful smile, her heart sinking as the daylight crept through the window, knowing their time was running out. She knew her plan wouldn’t work, and if it did, it would probably end with them 6 feet under.
“I love you, Y/N.” He said after a long moment of silence, looking into her eyes as his heart raced at the sudden declaration. Hoping she’d say the same, so at least he could leave knowing he’d have her to come back to, if she’d wait for him.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she pulled him in for a kiss, the world stopping for just a moment.
“I love you too, Michael.” She said, leaning into him as he held her in his arms. The birds singing their songs outside as the rest of the world woke up, meanwhile they had barely slept a wink.
“Will you write to me?” She asked, getting up from the bed reluctantly as she put on a nightgown and robe.
“Of course.” He said, putting his clothes on and walking up behind her. Wrapping his arms securely around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.
“Will you wait for me?” He asked, his heart dropping as he realized the odds of someone actually waiting up for someone no matter how long they were gone.
“Of course.” She said, knowing he could meet any other woman and go off with her, knowing she’d never be able to come close to them.
“What’s wrong love?” He asked, seeing her sullen expression as she turned around.
“I’m just worried the distance will tear us apart. You could have any girl out there but ya chose me.” She said, crossing her arms.
“I chose you because you’re nice, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re so many things Y/N. I’ll write you every week alright? And you know I’ll be a phone call away.” He said kissing her forehead as they heard the horn beeping, knowing it was Thomas and the rest of them there to pick him up.
She nodded as he caressed her face with his palm. The scars still there from weeks past. He kissed her for one last time and enveloped her in a long hug before Thomas knocked at the door.
“I have to go, love. I’ll call you when I get there, and every day after that. Wait for me.” He said, letting go of her hand and walking out the door with his lone suitcase, taking one last glance at her before getting into the car.
Y/N stood on her doorstep in the frigid morning air, waving goodbye to him as tears streamed down her face, not yet realizing the hardest part of her life was about to begin.
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g0ldengubler · 3 years
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chapter 3~a night on the town
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A/N: hi everyone! this song is what I thought would be playing in a certain part of the story. I'll put a * at the part. yes, it's minecraft but i could care less bc it’s very calming and dreamy. i also quickly want to say thank you so much for the love on nauseous like it truly means a lot and it’s what’s keeping me going :’) if anyone could give a lesson in tumblr fanfic writing tho that would be great bc i feel like such a grandma xD thank you again for reading and enjoyyy :)
Category: fluff
CW: smoking weed (i don’t encourage this but please smoke responsibly if u ever do!)
Word Count: 1545
before you read | last chapter | next chapter
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You're suddenly in a beautiful part of the park. You didn't see this on your little mini tour, but it was magical. Spencer took you over to a giant tree on a small hill off the pond. The light from the moon made the water twinkle as the two of you sat under the tree. You felt like you were in a fairytale, and this was like a forest filled with fairy magic. It had rained a bit sometime in the late afternoon, so the ground beneath you and the leaves on the trees sparkled with dew drops. The sight of it all filled you with wonder. The night hadn't even really started yet and already you wished the sun never came up again. This couldn't end.
Spencer sat against the tree as he rummages through his bag to find his pen. "I'm speechless," You said as you sat down diagonal of him, "This place is breathtaking."
"I tend to come by here to read when I can't sleep or during the day having trouble on a case," said Spencer, "I found this spot around the time I first joined the BAU. It keeps me grounded."
You grab your pen out of your bag and hold it in your hands, waiting for Spencer. He finally finds his in the bottom of his bag and takes it out. You click your pens on and Spencer froze, not knowing what to do.
"Do we...cheers?" He asks, "Like we do when we drink?"
"Not usually, no," you chuckled, "But if you want to we can."
"You sound like you've done this before, Y/N."
"Meh, I experimented a bit in high school and college. But I never did it everyday like my classmates. Just here and there if I was really stressed."
Spencer brings his pen close to yours. "Well, cheers!" He says awkwardly.
"Cheers!" You giggle.
You both take three or four hits. On the last hit, Spencer started coughing. "Did you accidentally take a really big hit?" You ask.
"I think-" He coughs again, "-so!"
After his little coughing attack, you both laugh. You shift your weight onto your elbows. Legs straight out, you let the high take over your body. Spencer puts his head against the tree. He takes a couple more hits and let's it hit him. You start to feel the tingles again through your body and your eyes getting heavy.
"I wonder what the percentage of these carts are," you said, "I should ask Garcia."
"It must be a lot if I already feel like I smoked a whole blunt by myself."
"Well I was gonna that it's just because you're a beginner so you'll be a lightweight, but now you sound like you've done this before, Doctor."
"I swear I just know my research! I've never smoked before last night."
"Mmhmm, surrrre," you said as you started to get up from the ground, using the tree as support, "I'm sure it was just for that paper."
You grab your bag and rub the grass and dirt that was on your pants. You give a hand to Spencer as he gets up and you start heading outside of the park. You both stood there, looking around. "So, is there anywhere you'd like to revisit?"
You think for a moment. "How about the Lincoln Memorial?"
"Perfect!"
He lends his arm out and you link yours with his as you walk to the Lincoln Memorial. There was a nice cool breeze as you walked under the city lights, your blurry vision making it feel like you were in a movie. You looked up at Spencer and saw that his eyelids were a little bit lower than usual. You felt panic hit you as you unlock your phone and open snapchat. Turning the flash on, you look at the top of your phone and took a photo. You looked at your eyes and noticed they were a bit pink, but nothing to worry about.
"You ok?" asked Spencer.
"Yeah, I'm fine. My eyes get red easily when I'm high so I'm just checking."
"My dear, you look quite marvelous if I do say so myself!" He says, using a british accent, which made you laugh.
Finally, you made it to the memorial. You debated on climbing all those steps to the top, but Spencer made a bet that he could beat you to the top, and you weren't going to back out of a challenge. You both speed up the steps but Spencer beats you.
"Who's the pussy now, huh?" Spencer teases from what you said the night before, out of breath.
You put your hands on your knees, trying to catch yours. "Very funny, Doctor."
Once your breathing went back to normal, you slowly walked closer to the statue, admiring it. "You know," you began, "While my love for crime fighting was my whole life, I had a small interest in President Lincoln. I have no clue why, but I've been reading books about him since I was 4."
You paused for a moment, then turned around to face Spencer. "I have a fact for you, Doctor," you began, but then Spencer cut you off.
"You know you can call me Spencer or Spence, right? Come to think of it, you're the only one who calls me Spence."
"Ok, well Spence,"  you restated, "Have you heard of the theory that he might've been a closeted gay or bisexual man?"
"No actually, I haven't heard much on it only that it was debunked."
"That is true, but if it wasn't debunked I'd see him more as a closeted bisexual man, not gay."
"Why do you say that?" asked Spencer.
"Because people always forget about it. Bisexuality is real. He truly loved Mary with all his heart and would do anything for her, but I'm sure he questioned his sexuality at some point and just never went deeper into it."
You paused again, seeing if he was paying attention. You then turn back to face Lincoln and continued, "Take Freddie Mercury, for example. Now when he came out to his Mary, he came out as bisexual. But the public just took it as that he was gay because bisexuality wasn't seen by the public as a real sexuality, even Mary. It makes me angry at how long biphobia went on for. As someone who is bisexual, I don't want to feel like a ghost. I want to feel real."
Spencer slowly walks up behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He turns you around and you look up at him with glassy, pink-colored eyes. "Y/N, you are real. Everything about you is to me."
You put your hand on top of his, not breaking the look into each other's eyes. Or well, what you could see through his eyelids.
*The two of you then headed down the steps carefully and continue on your tour. But it slowly ended as you ended up walking down the empty streets. At one point, you ended up on cobble road. The two of you were pretty baked, as you would take more hits whenever no one was looking or there weren't too many people walking or driving. Spencer began to act like he was on a tight rope as he walked along parking blocks. He held your hand for support, trying not to fall and twist his ankle.
*You felt content. You never really experienced something like this before, but you always dreamt about it. You never really went out much when you were in school. You focused all your time in your room, working  on schoolwork and keeping up with what Rossi was doing in the BAU and the cases they were working on.  Rossi was like an idol to you. Ever since you met him, you wanted to do what he was doing; Saving people and getting the bad guys, protecting citizens. But you always dreamt of having an adventure like this with a true friend, and even though you had only known Spencer for a week now, he already was like that true friend.
*But you were also feeling something more. There was something about Spencer holding your hand that just felt...right. It was so hard to explain, even to yourself as you tried to figure out what you were feeling exactly. Maybe it was just the high you were feeling, but looking at his face, Spencer seemed to be quite cute. So cute, that you felt butterflies.
*He jumps off a parking block under a tall street lamp and grabs your other hand in his. He looks down to you as you look up. Finally, his lips lock with yours and you don't stop him. You kiss him back as your arms wrapped around each other, feeling every inch of each other's bodies.
Spencer breaks the kiss and cups your face in his hands. "Do you want to continue our little fun we had the other night?" he asked, almost in a raspy tone.
You nodded and kissed him again.
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Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞
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pairing: hoseok x y/n
wordcount: 3k
glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!
notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)
you love your job
YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!
YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!
you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??
there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor
ok but listen
you really do!!
you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!
you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!
your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!
because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u
jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one
you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!
seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!
aha you have now established power <3
but ya know,,,
being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily
obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly
you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less
it’s just as simple as that
wait actually no
there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work
not it
h i m
jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!
your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week
hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen
.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,
and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.
you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((
it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm
well
aha
... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok
maybe you really do like him or oR!!
or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-
“good morning, hoseok!!”
you mostly make french toast every morning because:
a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it
b) baby it’s EASY
c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself
d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold
e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3
you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,
jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that
he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know
like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo
and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them
one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow
𝔀𝓸𝔀
every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all??? 
“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”
lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big?? 
not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along 
so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid
AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM
one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D
minor problem tho
he doesn’t take up your offer :((
maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile
every morning, you greet him!!
“good morning, hobi!!”
you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!
... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend
.... aha anywAys!!
you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings
“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”
you: :D
him: :|
every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room
every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda
you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month
free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less
vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((
sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no
every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment
“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”
no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit
you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??
pls say right
you’re basically FLIRTING with him
and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((
at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok
in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that
you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to
he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all
and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself
you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five
oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE
it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away
you’re tired of trying 
it’s okay :)
hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together
wait no that’s quite a reach
you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((
fine then
you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter
if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind
sike
you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him
but that is the LAST time ok
you’re gonna start tallying this morning
wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!! 
....
oh....
wait this was easier than you expected
you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall
you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!
for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds -- 
it feels good to not care :D
“up please!! up!!” 
you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher
and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class
also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end
he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n
he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away
you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-
yeah nevermind
it’s now a carrying train :D
you just made up that name on the spot
it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified
bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds
throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong
he just can’t place it
he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??
maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??
either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head
anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything
..
....
........
why are you not looking at him
....
......
....
wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM
huh
that’s weird
but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????
hmmm
omg
his prayer’s been answered!!
honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing
you finally got the message :D
yeah that’s good :D
hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete
“let’s stop now?”
hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him
you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever
you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???
“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”
he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually
you just wave him off
.... communication.... where is it
he’s gathering the facts so far.
you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine
you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that
not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...
that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care
but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???
where.,., WHERE is his french toast
he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then
jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time
aHEM
ok what’s happening now
you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?
you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too
“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”
you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!
he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit
“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“
mug cake is the actual devil!!!
imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos
congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs
there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse
it’s been almost a week
and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY
some people dO have an inkling though,.,.
“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”
principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him
normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D
yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal
he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him
he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft
“you say that to EVERY teacher”
lol everybody knows that but no one points it out
he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!
“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”
hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said
yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??
“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”
the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3
there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out
you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER
now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death
but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation
it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already
he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact
okay now that hurt
god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((
and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence
does he uhm
does he l-word you??
“and that’s it!”
you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D
that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious
it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!
“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”
lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat
yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!
you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair 
he’s such a cute kid omg 
“thank you s-...”
however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that
with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn
he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao
the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats
there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok
you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)
“give to who??”
the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm
“o-oh!”
how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids
oKAY definitely not hobi
maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-
the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up
the commotion?? ur palm
hobi himself folded a crane!!
:)
and it’s sitting snugly in your palm
:)
he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close
hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before
you might just cry
hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher 
but it’s okay 
it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on
it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks
“do you feel chilly tonight?”
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