#a coworker called me cute today and i. straight up felt my heart flutter

[pixeljade]

Its another "overthinking my love life while at work" kinda evening

#god this is becoming a problem for me #a coworker called me cute today and i. straight up felt my heart flutter #and i just started thinking is it just that? is that all i need to fall for someone? #and i doubt itll turn into anything. i mean theyre my coworker and thats a whole can of worms #let alone the fact that they probably didnt mean it like that. but like #idk. being called cute just. i guess thats what i want more than anything #i just want to be viewed as cute

[wizkiddx]

unusable faces

i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker​ --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

|||||||||||||||||||||||||||| (bcos im lazy)

Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #fluff

[kpopmultifan127]

Liquid Dreams (M)

Pairings: Haechan x female reader 

Genre: SMUT, a little bit of fluff

Contains: unprotected sex *please use protection*, oral sex, finger sex, swearing

Word count: 3,246

when you see words in italics it means their thoughts or what they were dreaming

Summary: You’ve been roommates with Haechan for almost 6 months and you’ve been having wet dreams about him constantly. Then ended up having really strong feelings for him. He takes notice and does something about it.

You and Haechan have been roommates for almost 6 months now. He was the only guy you trusted with everything. When your old roommate had to move out because they gotten a job offer in a different state Haechan stepped in to be your roommate. You’ve been friends for so long so you had no problem agreeing to him moving in. It was better than having a stranger live in the apartment with you.

It’s 8 AM you were always the first to get up since you had a 9a-5p job so you were use to waking up early. You made breakfast for just yourself seeing how Haechan always finishes work late and sleeps in like passed noon, so you never really made more than what you would eat. As you were leaning over the kitchen counter in your silk robe while scrolling through your phone you were startled to hear a voice come from the hallway. It was Haechan. Walking towards the kitchen while half asleep and rubbing his eyes.

Haechan: morning y/n.

y/n: oh my god, Hyuck you scared me!

Haechan: oh sorry, I didn’t mean to.

y/n: you’re up really early....

Haechan: I know, I have a photoshoot today at 10.

y/n: ah ok...would you like me to make you something? I made a bagel sandwich...I can make you another one.

Haechan: oh no it’s ok...that’s too much trouble for you.

y/n: Haechan....if it was trouble for me I wouldn’t have asked....

He let out a soft giggle as he took up on your offer. You were standing in the kitchen getting everything made for him. When you turned around you saw him staring at you.

y/n:...what? do I have something on my face?

Haechan:...no...but um I can see through your robe.

You had totally forgot you were still in your robe, because you weren’t use to him being up this early. By the time he usually wakes up you’re dressed. You turned a shade of pink while turning around really fast.

y/n:...sorry...

Haechan: why you all shy...we are roommates....and you’re cute.

As he took a bite and walking back to his room with his sandwich to get ready.

Haechan: thanks for the food y/n!

y/n: ...oh um you’re welcome.

You stood there frozen by his words “you’re cute” you felt heat form on your cheeks and felt your heart flutter. You snapped yourself back into reality realizing you still had to get ready for work.

You were finally at work, it was really slow day at the cafe you worked at. You couldn’t really concentrate at work because of what happened earlier that morning. Then you were brought back to reality when you’re coworker and friend Joy. Waving her hand in front of your face.

Joy: hello!!! y/n! Earth to y/n!!!

y/n: oh...oh um sorry.

Joy:  oh my god were you day dreamin again?!

y/n: sorry it’s slow today what else can I do?

Joy: who is it this time?

y/n: Haechan...

Joy: YOU’RE ROOMMATE HAECHAN?!

y/n: oh my god can you be ANY louder?

Joy: sorry..but ok what happened?

You proceeded to tell her the little incident that happened earlier.

Joy: oh my god....so you flashed him a little. not a big deal...not like you like him or anything..

You stood there quietly not saying a word...she put 2 and 2 together..

Joy: oh wow...do you really like him?

y/n: honestly, I don’t really know....I mean when I’m around him I get all shy and my heart starts to beat really fast....we’ve been friends since we were freshmen in high school. But I don’t know lately I’ve been seeing him differently.

Joy: oh god...yeah y/n you really like him.

Your day at work finally finished. When you got home Haechan still hasn’t gotten back from his photoshoot. So you had the place to yourself for the time being. You showered, ate ramen, then caught up on some of your Law of the Jungle episodes. Before you knew it you looked at the clock and it was already 11:30 pm. Haechan still hasn’t come home. You were too tired to wait up for him, so you changed into your sleeping clothes.

When your eyes dozed off you started to dream away.

Haechan: y/n can you come here a second and blow in my eye.

y/n: why do you have something inside of it?

Haechan: yes I can’t get it out can you help me.

you walk over to him to lean foward to take a look in his eye.

y/n: oh I think I see it.

you slightly blow in his eye.

y/n: is it out?

Haechan: no I can still feel it, can you just sit closer.

Without realizing it, you’re straddling over Haechan’s lap. You slightly blow in his eye getting rid of the debris from his eye.

y/n: better?

Haechan:..yeah.

you make eye contact with him, forgetting you were still straddling over him. you were in still in your short sleeping shorts. When you attempted to get up he stops you holding you by your waist.

y/n: wha-what are you doing Hyuck?

Haechan: were you always this sexy?

You then felt him shift himself to get a more comfortable angle. That’s when you felt his bulge under you. And you felt yourself become really hot and a slow wetness started to form.

y/n: what---

Haechan: i know you can feel it y/n.

y/n: fe--feel what?

you knew exactly what he was talking about. You then felt his hips roll forward as you let out a small whimper.

Haechan: see you do feel it...what are you gonna do about it now.

He then slips his hand in your shorts feeling how hot and wet you are.

Haechan: hmm...seems like you want something baby.

His lips then met yours and he pulls back kissing your jawline. You let your head fall back as he could get more access to your neck. 

Haechan: damn baby i’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now.

He pushes you off laying you down on the couch as he tugs at your shorts giving you the sign to take them off.

Haechan: may i? unless you don’t want to.

y/n: mmm...please Hyuck..I want you.

Haechan: damn y/n....

He then pulls everything off leaving your exposed glistening clit to him. His hunger for you got stronger as he licked the bottom of his lip.

Haechan: i’m so hungry for this beautiful clit...

y/n: please Hyuck....I want you.

He begins to eat you out...he took his time with you.

You shot up from your bed....

y/n: oh...my. god....

you looked down at your shorts as you see a wet spot that had formed on your panties. You just had a wet dream about your roommate. It was 1 AM. Hyuck heard you make a noise and came running to your room.

Haechan: are you ok? I heard a noise.

you quickly covered your bottom half with your blanket so he wouldn’t see what he did to you in your dream.

y/n: oh...um no I’m fine...I just um...I have to use the bathroom.

you jetted out from your bed heading straight to the bathroom. hoping he doesn’t see what formed between your legs. The next morning you ended up leaving even earlier as you hope you didn’t cross paths with him. When you got to work Joy got there a lil before you.

Joy: woah what’s with you? you look like a hot mess.

y/n: I’m going crazy....

Joy: what happened now?

y/n: I had a wet dream about Hyuck last night....

Joy busts out laughing at the words you told her.

y/n: IT’S NOT FUNNY!

Joy: ok ok i’m sorry. but oh my god really?! You should tell him maybe he’ll make it into a reality.

y/n: oh. my god Joy! Why. do I even tell you things.

_____

The passed few nights you kept having wet dreams about Haechan over and over. It drove you insane. So bad you had to fix your hunger for Haechan by yourself. When he was in the other room you always made sure to not make too loud of moaning noises so he wouldn’t hear you. It would be easier to just tell him to come fuck you but he was your friend and your roommate. You can’t just say to him “come fuck me please” it would make things so awkward for him. It wasn’t only lust that you wanted from him, you wanted to let him know you liked him so much. After you finished your business, you came out of your room with Haechan standing in the doorway.

y/n: oh my god! why you standing there?

Haechan: are you ok? you’ve been acting weird lately...

y/n: oh--I’m-I’m fine...

Haechan: how come your door was locked? you never lock your doors....do you not trust me now?

y/n: I was ---- changing.

Haechan: y/n we’ve been roommates for 6 months now...have I ever walked in on you while you were changing?

y/n:....no

Haechan: well...ok if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you to. I’m going to make ramen want some?

you nodded your head yes. You went to shower and by the time you came out the ramen was ready. 

y/n: thanks Hyuck...

Haechan: mmhmm...If you want more I can make you more.

You both sat in the living room eating the ramen and enjoying each other’s company. You’d glance at him once in awhile with a little smile. He’d notice...while still looking at the tv.

Haechan: y/n I know you think I’m handsome...would you like me to take a picture for you?

y/n: oh my god...

Haechan: well you keep staring at me.

y/n: why I can’t stare? you do it to me all the time.

Haechan:...ok true....I can’t help it you’re too adorable.

You felt your cheeks turn red. And you shot up. 

y/n: um..I’m gonna--gonna go to bed...night.

You then ran off to your bed as you shut your door. You didn’t realize you didn’t close it good leaving the door cracked open. You ended up dreaming about Haechan once again. This time Hyuck finally found out as he was passing by your room hearing you talk in your sleep.

y/n: mmm oh my god Hyuck right there...please don’t stop

he stood in the door way hearing you call out his name 

Haechan: is she dreaming about me?

He pushed the door open a little more. He wasn’t sure if you were sleeping so when he got closer he noticed you kept shifting yourself in your bed.

y/n: Haechan..you feel so good. Please cum inside me...

His eyes widen at the sound of you. 

Haechan: oh damn...that’s hot.

He thought to himself should he touch you? But he stopped himself as he wasn’t sure if you’d be embarrassed that you were dreaming about him. The next morning came and he was already dressed and making breakfast. You slowly came out of your room.

y/n: what’s---this?

Haechan: breakfast what does it look like?

You looked up and down at him, he looked so good today. He was wearing his black ripped jeans, a nice white button down tucked in the front.

y/n: you--you look really good today.

Haechan: as to any other day...

He lets out a little before sitting you down so you both can eat together.

y/n: do you have another photoshoot today?

Haechan: yeah for elle korea. Want me to take you to work today?

You were a little confused...why was he so giddy today. But you took him up on that offer. He took you to work, you kept glancing at him. You just couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Especially after all those wet dreams you’ve been constantly having of him. When he arrived at your work, you got snapped back into reality when you felt him put his hand on your thigh. You slightly flinched at the touch of him

Haechan: oh sorry, haha you were like staring into space. but you’re here...did you want me to pick you up too? I should be done by 5.

y/n: oh no it’s ok, it’s a short day for me so I finish at 3 today. I’ll just see you at home...thanks for the ride.

Then off he left. Your heart fluttered so much as how well he’s been treating you lately. You didn’t hate it, you sometimes wish you’d just tell him how you felt. But you kept telling yourself it will make things awkward.

____

You got home and changed into some comfy clothes. You ended up stealing one of Haechan’s hoodies that he had laying in the living room. You slipped it on with just your shorts under. You knew he wasn’t gonna be home for a little while so you needed to do your “business” before he got home. You didn’t lock your door as you knew you’d finish before he got there. 

You got comfy on your bed and began to play with yourself. Losing yourself in pleasure and thinking about Hyuck doing things to you that you’ve been wanting. You were so hungry for him but all you had was your fingers. You let out a soft moan as you slipped in 2 fingers pulling it in and out. 

y/n: hyuck...

you whispered...

y/n: i wish you could do this for me..

you kept going...letting out soft moans here and there you’d mention his name. You were so deep into pleasure you didn’t hear the front door open. Hyuck came home. He heard your little moans and worked his way to your room. He carefully opened the door and seeing you knuckles deep into your pussy.

Haechan: damn y/n

y/n: OH MY GOD HYUCK!

you quickly threw the blanket over you.

y/n: I thought you were coming home late....

Haechan: i finished early...but please continue.

y/n: wh--continue what?

Haechan: baby...we both know what you were doing here....or I can do it for you.

He slowly walked over to your bed sitting at the edge.

Haechan: I know you’ve been having dreams about me y/n.

y/n: wh---what are you talking about?

He leans forward as he then yanks the blanket off of you exposing your bare naked half, glistening. He looks down at your core with hunger in his eyes.

Haechan: I can help you with this y/n. 

y/n: ....hyuck.

You than can feel his hand work up your thigh. You felt goosebumps all over your body with every inch he touches. You moaned out his name when you felt him start to rub circles at your wet clit and your head falls back.

Haechan: mmm...I wanna hear you moan my name again baby.

He starts to place kisses on your neck then his lips met yours. He pulls you down lower to make you flat on your back. While he’s still rubbing circles on your clit he hovers over you.

Haechan: if I knew you wanted me this bad I would’ve done something sooner.

y/n: I want you in me Hyuck...please.

He then inserts 2 fingers in your pussy as you screech out a moan.

Haechan: you want my fingers in you? you got it baby...

y/n: no...I want your cock in me Hyuck. Please fill me up.

Haechan: damn y/n...your wish is my command.

He pulls his fingers out of you as he slowly unbuckles his pants and undressing himself. Letting his hard member spring out from being locked in his pants. You looked at him licking your lips. Without any warning he inserts himself in you. You both letting out moans of pleasure.

Haechan: fuck y/n you’re so fucking tight!

y/n: Haechan...you---you feel so good...fuck me please....hard.

He begins to thrust in and out of you faster and harder. With each thrust you can feel chills forming all over your body. In your mind you are saying you finally get to fuck the man you’ve been having wet dreams about. You felt him nibble at your neck leaving marks. You could tell he was coming close to his high as his thrusting became sloppy.

Haechan: y/n i’m almost there...where do you want me to cum...

y/n: please Hyuck...fill me up...I wanna feel you cum inside me.

Haechan: damn baby you’re so fucking hot.....

Without your body warning you, you hit your high so bad...clenching your walls on Hyuck’s cock as you felt him shoot out indside of you. You both ended up making a huge mess on your bed. He slowly lays on top of you placing kisses on your neck while he got soft in you. Dripping out both of your cum on your bed.

Haechan: damn...i’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now.

y/n: wait what?

Haechan: i never told you anything...but I knew you were having wet dreams about me lately.

You put hands up covering your face as you were embarassed.

y/n: oh my god....I’m so sorry....I don’t know what has gotten over me

Haechan:...why you sorry baby....I thought you knew I liked you for awhile now.

You sat up against the headboard and looked at him.

y/n: wait what?! you like me too?

Haechan: too?

y/n:...oh well yeah...I like you a lot too.

Haechan: for how long?

y/n: 3 months....

Haechan: so how long have you been having these dreams about me?

y/n:....a few weeks now....are you mad?

Haechan: why would I be mad....that was fucking hot seeing you squirm in your sleep for me.

You felt your cheeks turn red. He then leans in to give you a kiss on the lips again. Then looking back at the ruined bedsheets.

Haechan: well looks like you’ll be sleeping in my bed with me tonight.

You smiled at his words as you got up to get dressed. 

Haechan: why don’t you go shower and I’ll clean this up.

y/n: thanks Hyuck...

When you started to walk away to head towards the bathroom he says something to you.

Haechan: oh and you keep wearing my hoodies like that with nothing underneath, expect to get touched by me a lot.

You let out a giggle as you left to shower. He showered as well. You were laying on his bed scrolling through your phone when he came out he was wearing just a towel.

y/n: hyuck...

Haechan: ...what?

You got up from the bed to walk over to him. 

y/n:....if you come out with just a towel like this...you really think I can hold myself back?

Your hand worked over his bulge.

Haechan: babe you can do whatever you want...I ain’t stopping you.

He then lifts you up and throwing you on his bed.

y/n: babe what if we ruin these sheets we’ll have no where to sleep.

You both let out a giggle.

Haechan: ugh...yeah you’re right...

He got up and got dressed then jumps back into the bed with you wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You wrapping your arm on his waist. You could feel his heartbeat faster as you squeezed him tighter. You then looked up at him.

Haechan: you’re making my heart do that y/n....

He then places a kiss on your forehead and then your lips. Your eyes began to get heavy at the sound of his soothing heartbeats. Before you knew it, you fell asleep in the arms of the man you’ve been wanting to be with for 3 months...if you ended up closing your door completely that night he wouldn’t have known how you felt about him. 

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 18

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 7,733

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"Oh dear god, the rumors are actually true."

I blinked over at Frozone. "What rumors?" I asked as I bent forward over the countertop towards the little girl with short black hair tied up in adorable pigtails, handing her an ice cream cone that was almost as big as she was.

He facepalmed, dragging his hands down his face to give me a deadpan look between his fingers. "Are you seriously dating the pizza guy?"

My shoulders tensed momentarily before I gave a nervous chuckle, holding my hand out to my tiny customer so I could receive her tip since she was too short to reach the jar. "Why do you ask?" I avoided his gaze, instead electing to sift through the small treasure pile now in my palm. Besides the assorted change, there was a smooth pebble, a shiny paperclip, and a crumpled up business card I assumed belonged to the kid's dad who she was scurrying back over to now. He was a big hairy guy standing off to one side in a garish blue suit with purple polka dots. The name on the card read James P Sully and he hailed from a company called Doors-R-Us, which I believed was a hardware store located somewhere else in the mall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Frozone wordlessly point across the way. As I dropped the munny into the jar and tossed the rest, I looked to the Pizza Planet and I had to quash the urge to facepalm myself. Lea was bouncing around behind the counter there, not so subtly alternating back and forth between blowing me kisses and holding his hands up over his head in the shape of a heart.

"Yup," I sighed, closing my eyes and pressing my fingertips between my eyebrows, "that idiot over there would be my boyfriend alright."

It'd been a few days now since the group date. There hadn't been any further outings, not of that magnitude at least, but Lea and I had been taking our lunches together if they lined up as well as making other small public appearances together wherever else we could to keep the act up. I was finally getting to the point where I was more used to all the hand holding and hugs so they no longer fazed me, not outwardly at least. The little flutters my heart would give were another matter, but at least those were easy enough to conceal and keep to myself. His kisses, on the other hand, continued to be a work in progress, often still causing my brain to experience a temporary hiccup in functionality. But I liked to think I was getting better about that too, just more slowly. I still hadn't made any progress in the initiating-PDA-myself department, but I just needed more time. I was working up to it, I swear! I'd get there. Maybe today even. Perhaps… Possibly… Hopefully? ...unlikely. Ugh.

Lea himself had been enthusiastically taking on the task of leaving no doubt in anyone's minds that we were now a couple. In fact, this was not the first time he'd been brazenly sending me air kisses and hearts across the food court. Just the first time Frozone had caught him doing it.

"But why?" Frozone shook his head, looking genuinely confused. "I thought you two weren't even getting along. I mean, after the incident on your first day of work and all that weirdness in the weeks after…"

"Actually, we were dating before all that. Even before I started working here," I said quickly. Not that that helped clear things up for my coworker. Like… at all. But hey, I had a story to maintain. As his brow only wrinkled further at me, I winced. "It's… complicated."

He held his hands up, "You know what? I've decided I don't even care. As long as you don't let it interfere with your work, you do you, girl."

"Oh it won't! I promise! You can count on me," I reassured him, plastering on a smile. From my peripheral, I could see Lea was still at it with no sign of slowing down. If anything, he only seemed to be getting more spirited about it. To Frozone, I said with every ounce of dignity I could summon, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a very important and totally work-related text to make on my phone right now that in no way, shape, or form has anything to do with…" I gestured a hand gingerly towards the Pizza Planet, "that over there."

"...uh-huh," he said flatly, turning away to assist another customer.

Hastily fishing my phone out of my skirt pocket, I brought up my texts, tapping on a certain name before my thumbs were blurring across the screen.

Quit it, you're making a fool of yourself.

I narrowed my eyes up at him as I hit send and he froze mid gesticulation, looking down at one pocket of his pants. Then I watched as he dug his own phone out, read my message and smirked before his fingers were on the move. There was a buzz in my hands and I looked down at the screen.

1st of all, when hz that ever stopped me b4?

Well he had me there.

2nd of all, u thought all that was 4 u? Plz, all that luv was directed mr studmuffin ovr there

I squinted one eye at the words before looking back up at him. He was now waggling his eyebrows as he pointed to my left and I realized he meant Frozone. The man in question was looking between us as he rang up an order, his eyelids drooping. "Do I even want to know?"

I snorted, biting back a grin. "No, I really don't think you do," I told him, tapping away at my keyboard again.

Dork.

Lea was now typing something back one handed, using the other to wave off Xion as she tried to get his attention.

U know it. What time u off?

I checked the clock on my phone before replying.

10 more minutes.

Xion was beginning to look frustrated over there as she more urgently tugged on his sleeve. Lea just smothered her face with his free hand, lightly shoving her away while he remained focused on his phone.

Perfect me 2. Dont go NEwhere without me, we got plans ;)

My head tipped to one side.

We do?

Xion huffed, stomping away to grab a giant slab of pizza dough and balling it up in her hands as she gave Lea the evil eye. He continued to remain blissfully unaware.

Most defini9kf.u1kd4

Apparently his fingers had slipped followed by accidentally hitting send as that ball of dough smacked him square in the jaw, courtesy of Xion's pitching arm. And strong arm at that, for it was enough to knock him straight off his feet and send him disappearing below the counter. She razzed her tongue at him, dragging her left lower eyelid down with a finger. Then she paled and squeaked, bolting into the back room when a scowling Lea pulled himself back up, half his face dusted with flour now and one eye twitching as he stalked after her. I just laughed softly, turning my attention to a new customer that had just approached my register.

A few minutes later found me clocked out and standing in the food court, scrolling on my phone while I waited. I was still in my work attire, including of course a pair of glorious, blessed stockings (of the snowman-print variety) because never ever again would be the day I'd go without. My hair was still pulled back into a ponytail, but I'd tucked away the Ice Palace cap into my bag.

"Ah, there ya are!" I felt Lea's arm slip around my shoulders and his hand cup the side of my head, bending it towards him so he could press a kiss into my hair. He grinned down at me, "How is my lil lekker stroopwafel this fine day?"

I blinked up at him. He was still in his work clothes too, sans apron and visor. Pocketing my phone, I echoed, "...lekker stroopwafel?"

"It's Dutch. It means you're my lil delicious waffle," he cooed and planted a swift peck to my cheek, which I squeezed one eye shut against.

Face warming, I gave him a blank look. "Do I even have to say it?"

He pouted, "Aw man, really? Overruled? Crap, I'd thought you'd like that one too. Guess it's back to the ol' drawing board." He started walking, the arm still hugging my shoulders pulling me along with him.

Shaking my head at him with a tiny smile, I asked, "So what are these plans we have?"

Holding an index finger up to his lips, Lea winked at me. "It's a surprise."

I quirked an eyebrow and frowned thoughtfully. "...is it the clocktower again?"

"Pft, like I'd do the same thing twice. What a lame-ass surprise that'd be. What kinda uninspired oaf do you take me for? Gotta keep things new! Fresh!" he chuckled as he moved us along, keeping our pace brisk. "And bonus, it's good for the masses to see the two of us out and about like this. Keeps us in the public eye and people talking about what a freaking adorable couple we make. Stop here."

"Wha-?" I was cut off as he suddenly swept me around, pointing me at the Bippity Boppity Boo formalwear shop. However, I got the feeling that he wasn't so much facing me towards it specifically as he was more so facing me away from something else.

Standing in front of me now, he brushed a hand down over my sight. "Close your eyes please. No peeking now."

As soon as he removed his palm, my eyes snapped open again, "But what are you-"

"I said no peeking," he laughed, his hand gently sliding my eyes shut again. "You'll see soon enough, 'kay?"

"Fine," I puffed out a breath, crossing my arms and doing as I was told this time.

A shadow flickered over my eyelids - I think he was waving his hand in front of my face. Then I heard his footsteps walking past me, followed by him asking, "You got it?"

"Right here!" a friendly female voice I didn't recognize responded.

"Perfect! Thanks, you're an angel, this world isn't worthy of your pure divinity," he said back, to which she just gave a warm chuckle. Then I heard the tip-tap of Lea's shoes again, could feel him hovering just behind me now. When he spoke, his voice was right next to my ear, "Alright, you can open 'em now."

I did, discovering he'd looped his arm around to hold something up in front of my nose. A flower. Two of them actually, blooming from one stem, both white and delicate and with fuzzy sprigs of yellow sprouting out the centers.

"...winter honeysuckle?" I said quietly, carefully taking it from him.

His head still beside mine, I felt him nod, "Mm-hm! It's your favorite, right?"

I turned to look at him as he straightened up now. "How did you know?"

"Asked Raindrop," he grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets with a shrug and not yet taking a step back, remaining real close.

"Thank you," I murmured, bringing it up to my nose with a soft inhale. "I'm surprised it's blooming this time of year."

"That's Aerith for you. The Greenthumb Goddess," he tossed his head back towards the flower kiosk behind him and in particular at the woman running it. I recognized her from last time I'd walked past here, her big pink bow hard to forget. She just smiled at me, green eyes dancing as she waggled her fingers in a tiny wave.

I returned the smile and wave before setting my gaze on Lea once more. "Is this the surprise?"

"Are you kidding? Please, this is just the opening act. C'mon," he slipped his hand into mine and gently tugged me into a walk once more.

"But what's it for? Is there some sort of special occasion?" I frowned down at the plant, twirling it between my fingertips as I racked my brain, trying to come up with the answer myself but drawing a blank.

"Whaddya mean, what's it for?" he snorted as we passed an Olympus Gym with floor-to-ceiling windows, through which could be spotted a squat, bald, grumpy looking fellow that appeared to be training a chiseled, golden-haired Adonis who could be a strong contender for the Mr Universe title. Pulling me onto an escalator, Lea continued, "I just wanted to give ya something you'd like."

We slowly rose up to the second level, a Blitzball Sports shop and a Glass Slipper shoe store gliding by before disappearing beneath us on the floor below. A crease formed between my eyebrows. "But why?"

He blinked at me, then chuckled and ruffled his fingers through his hair. "Just cuz! What, does a boyfriend hafta have a reason to give his girlfriend lil gifts every now and again? Jeez, ya act like you never-" he froze, eyes widening. The back of his foot hit the top of the escalator, catching him off guard and he stumbled, but managed to remain upright before looking back at me horrified. "Wait. Please, please don't tell me your royal dumbass of an ex never gave you any flowers."

I stepped off the moving stairs after him, looking away with a tiny huff. "Yes, of course he would. Big bouquets, in fact, full of a whole variety of blooms. They were actually quite lovely… but…" I raised the flowers up to my nose once more, hiding my small grimace behind them. "...well, there was just always a reason… an event or something. Just because etiquette would demand it. And they were never winter honeysuckles. I don't think he even knew they were my favorite. He never… asked…"

Lea pinched the bridge of his nose with a grumbling sigh. "This guy sounds more n' more like a total tool with each new thing I hear about him. Ugh, forget him," he brightened, linking our hands together once more, leading us onward.

We passed a magic shop bearing a glittery sign that read Sorcerer's Apprentice, inside which were two old dudes, each with beards more ridiculously long and grey than the last, plus a younger blonde gentleman with a goatee and several piercings, his hands shuffling what was most likely a trick deck of playing cards. Neighboring that establishment was the Blue Sitar, a musical instrument store with some guy snoozing behind the counter, his hair at war with itself, not quite sure whether it was a mohawk or a mullet.

My attention was drawn back to Lea as he chimed in once more, "Besides, we have way more important concerns to be thinking about." He turned his head to the right and his eyes lit up. "Like puppies!"

"Pup-?" the word was swallowed in a gasp as he dragged me into a run towards a store dubbed 101 Spots. A pet store, to be exact, as I quickly learned when we passed through its doors and my ears were greeted with a chaotic chorus of woofs, meows, and chirps. Both eyebrows shot up my forehead as I glanced around, "...is this the surprise?"

"Nah, this is just a detour," he chuckled, releasing my hand to squat down and reach forward, fingers beckoning towards a dalmation near the cashier counter. The dog's ears perked up curiously for a second, then it gave an excited bark and barreled into his arms, nearly toppling Lea to the ground. It seemed the two were already old pals, if the way the canine's tail thumped against the carpet was any indication.

I tilted my head. "For puppies?"

"Well yeah! Always detour for puppies! Isn't that right, Mr Slobber-Drool-Face? Yes it is!" he squished the dalmation's face between his hands, using his baby-talk voice as it responded by enthusiastically giving him doggie-kisses.

Oh dear. Lea liked dogs.

"Is that the spot right there, buddy?" he asked as his four-legged friend flopped onto its back expectantly and Lea obliged, both hands giving vigorous belly scritches. "Oh yeah, that's definitely the spot! Woojy-woojy-woo!"

Like… really, really liked dogs.

My crush was soaring to dangerous new heights.

Clearing my throat, I tucked my flower into my bag, leaving the petals poking out the top so they didn't get smashed. Then I kneeled down beside him so I could reach down and scratch behind the dog's ear. It lapped at my palm and I grinned. "You looking to take this one home?"

"That's Pongo," a new voice spoke up. I looked up to see the woman with blonde hair done up into a bun smiling at me from behind the counter. Anita, or so her nametag boasted. "And he's not for sale. He and Perdita," she looked fondly down at a second dalmatian sleeping nearby, "belong to my husband and me. Perdita will be having puppies soon though, so you may want to check back in a few weeks."

"I like to stop in and give Pongo and all the other puppers here some wub whenever I can," Lea cooed, playfully wrastling the dog into a hug.

My eyes crinkled as I watched him play with the pooch for another minute, then I stood up once more, deciding to take a look around. I meandered slowly, reaching into the low pens as I passed by to give quick pats to dogs, cats, and bunnies, running my fingers lightly along the bars of bird cages as their occupants quizzically cocked their feathered heads at me before I moved on.

Finally I came to a stop in front of the puppy pen. And I didn't mean that in the same way Lea did, who seemed to call everything that barked and ran on all fours a puppy, regardless of the animal's true age. These were actual puppies. There were a bunch of children on the other side of the pen that had gathered most of the puppies into a joyful frenzy over there. However, there was one that was staying back, ears at attention as it sat on its haunches and stoically watched the others frolic. Put quite simply, it was a pure ball of fluff, white and poofy. It had to be more fur than dog.

"Hey there little guy," I murmured, getting its attention as I bent down over the enclosure. It backed up a step, lowering into a crouch and giving the hand I offered it a tiny growl, which was more cute than threatening. "It's alright," I soothed patiently, still holding out my hand. The snarling subsided and after a hushed pause, it tentatively crept forward to snuffle at my hand before giving it a timid lick. "Ah, I see," I laughed, sticking both hands in now to pick the puppy up and hold it in front of my face, "not such a tough guy after all, huh? No, you're just a big ol' softie deep down."

Its stubby tail began to wag and it replied with a small yip.

"You don't say?" I smiled back, cradling it in my arms now and taking one of its paws in my hand. "Look at those feet. You're going to be a big fellah, aren't you? Do you have a name?" Another yip. I scanned the puppy corral, but didn't see any signs listing names. Ruffling the cushy fur of its tummy, I told it, "Well you look like a Marshmallow to me."

"Quick," Lea suddenly appeared at my shoulder, whispering into my ear, "you distract everyone with your feminine wiles and I'll stuff the pup down my shirt to smuggle him out of here."

I snerked, not taking my eyes off the poof as I tapped a finger to its wet nose. "Ah, so this is the one you're going to get. Good choice."

"Me? Nah," he shook his head as his hand went to pet it and it repaid him by treating his fingers like a chew toy. He didn't seem to mind. "Saïx would murder me execution style if I ever brought a dog home."

I turned to look up at him now, arching an eyebrow. "But I thought you said Saïx loved dogs."

"Nope. Other way around, they love him. He just suffers their presence. Does lead to some pretty funny interactions though whenever he crosses paths with one. But no, I meant you. How 'bout it, wanna give this lil tyke a home?"

"Oh no," I sighed sadly, shifting the puppy in my arms and it took the opportunity to flick my nose with its pink tongue as I did so. "Unfortunately, pets aren't allowed in my apartment complex. But maybe when I get my own place."

His head rocked back slightly, "Huh? Already have plans to move out? But you just got there."

"Situation's temporary. My room's a future baby nursery, so I need to find a place before junior arrives in a few months." I nuzzled the critter's snoot. "Hopefully I'll find somewhere nice that allows dogs and I can get a little cutie like this guy to just snuggle with in bed all day."

"Mmm," he hummed. I could feel his hand trailing down the length of my ponytail, running it through his fingers and letting it slowly slip free strand by strand as he mumbled, "Sounds like that would be nice to come home to." Then he tensed beside me, snatching his hand back to instead scratch a spot behind his ear, "Er… that is… I mean you make… coming home to a dog sound nice. Heh."

I made a noncommittal noise in my throat, stroking a curled finger under the puppy's chin.

"...I'm going to have to take the lil mutt away from you, aren't I?" I heard Lea ask.

"Chances are good, yes."

"Alright, fuzzball, time to go back to your pen before the pretty lady commits grand theft doggo," he scooped the pooch from my arms. It growled at him and he just snorted as he plopped it down into the enclosure, "Oh yeah, so scary. Got me shaking in my stylish-yet-sensible Chuck Taylors."

Would-Be-Marshmallow ran up to the plastic fence, whimpering at me and giving me the full force of its sad puppy-dog stare. I tucked in my bottom lip, my hands already reaching for it again, "Maybe I should just-"

"Nope, let's go," he snagged my hand and started leading me towards the exit. "Don't make eye contact, that's how they get ya. One look and bam! You're powerless to resist their evil, doggie mind games."

I let him guide me back out of the store, offering little resistance beyond a tiny pout. It wasn't until he led us onto another escalator that I snapped out of my sulking. I furrowed my brow, looking down, "Wait, we're descending."

One step below me, he turned to face me with a smirk. This was one of the rare occasions he was at my eye level without having to stoop. "Yes, that more or less tends to happen on down escalators."

"But why?" I frowned.

His head tipped slightly to the left. "...I'm guessing you're looking for an answer more sophisticated than, 'to get to the first floor.'"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I mean why-" I stopped, realization dawning on me and my eyelids drooped. "...did we seriously only go to the second floor so you could pet the dogs?"

"Puppies," he corrected then shrugged, "and yes. It was on the way."

"No, no… if it requires taking an up escalator to get there, then a down escalator to get back on track, that is by definition out of the way."

He lifted his chin with a sniff, "Puppies are never out of the way."

I shook my head at him, "You have a problem."

"Says the puppy snatcher."

"I did not-"

"Oh-ho, but you wanted to. Could see it in your eyes, El," he leaned forward, pointing to his own gaze. "Lucky I was there to save you from going down a dark path from which there's no turning back."

I gave a huff through my nose and deadpanned, "My hero."

"That's right, babycakes. And don't heroes always get a kiss from their lady fairs in honor of their heroic deeds?" His hands shifted to cover mine on the rubber handrails and he leaned in further still, his nose brushing mine, his eyes hooded.

Cue the conga drum beat that was the hammering of my heart.

Gosh, he really did just so love using this pretend boyfriend act to mess with my head, didn't he?

Well, nope. Nu uh. Not today, you stupid blush! Turn around and march yourself back to wherever you came from because this face ain't buying what you're selling.

I rocked back on my heels a bit, regaining a little space between us as I turned my head away. "Well, if you head back to 101 Spots, I'm sure Perdita would love to slobber you with those kisses."

Snerking, he stepped off the escalator as we reached the bottom, muttering, "Was worth a shot." As I followed him onto the ground floor, he grabbed hold of my shoulders and guided me a few steps further before bringing us to a stop. "Here we are!" he proclaimed, flourishing his hands out before us, "Ta-da!"

My nose scrunched up slightly. "...The Toy Box?" I read the colorful sign hanging over the archway before me that opened up into (you guessed it) a children's toy store. It seemed business was currently slow, for inside all I could see was one employee by himself, wearing a kiddie cowboy hat too small for his head and galloping around on a stick horse to amuse himself.

"Huh?" Lea followed my gaze then tsked under his breath. "No, not that. That." He pivoted me slightly so I was instead looking at the next business over. Above its entrance flashed big, neon letters spelling out Hot Wheels. They were punctuated by a blinking image of a pair of old fashioned four-wheeled skates leaving a trail of cartoon fire in their wake.

"A roller rink?" I asked slowly and uncertainly.

"Yup! C'mon!" And with that, he weaved our fingers together once more and pulled me through the doors.

The place was huge inside, with eighties synth-pop blasting out from the overhead speakers. The ambient lighting was dim, but you'd hardly notice what with all the glowing neon rainbow tubes twisting and stretching along the walls, the iridescent laser light show dancing to and fro, and the spotlights darting about all over the large arena that was taking up a majority of the space. It was jam-packed with roller skaters laughing and having a good time.

Lea led me over to a long counter immediately to the right of where we'd entered. The cashier across from us was a chick with short, choppy black hair that had a few streaks of violet in it. She said nothing, just crossed her arms and stared at us, chewing her bubblegum and looking unimpressed.

"Hey Go Go!" Lea chirped at her, holding up a pair of fingers. "Two sets of skates please!"

Bored stare not letting up, she merely blew a bubble and remained silent. For a second, I almost thought she hadn't heard him over the blare of the music. But then the gum burst and she gave a flat, "This her?" Her eyes gave me a quick once over before narrowing on Lea. "She's too good for you, Red."

"Don't I know it!" he laughed before shifting over to mime cupping his hands over my ears, "But don't let her hear you say that, otherwise she might finally come to her senses and dump my sorry ass!"

Her eyelids drooped and she blew another bubble. Tough crowd, it seemed. With another pop, she turned her back to us, grabbing a few things off the shelf behind her before dropping them down on the countertop in front of us. "You know where the lockers are," was all she said as I looked down at the padlock and two pairs of roller skates - the smaller set powder blue while the others a blinding red.

"Sure do! Thanks, Go Go," Lea beamed, gathering everything up and tucking it under one arm.

I cocked my head at her, "But I didn't even tell you my shoe size, how-"

Once again, I was being dragged away by Lea's hand on mine. I tripped but caught myself, glancing over at him as we walked towards some benches. He grinned, "Don't worry, they'll fit. Like me, she's got a gift," he tapped an index finger to his temple. "Except instead of ice cream, it's skate size."

Okay… strange talent.

But couldn't argue with results. They fit like a glove. As I tightened and tied my rentals, I glanced over at Lea out of the corner of my eye while he did the same with his. Roller-skating, huh? Not what I'd expected. Then again, I'd had no idea what to expect. But this could be fun. Plus, maybe I could look at this as another opportunity to initiate PDA. Couples roller-skating was an optimal time to do that, right? Right! I just needed to look for my opening and, I don't know… just grab his hand, something like that.

Alright. Mission Make A Move was in motion.

Maybe.

We'll see.

It wasn't long before both Lea and I had finished lacing up and stowed our shoes away into a locker along with the rest of our belongings we wouldn't need. I followed him to one of the few openings in the barriers surrounding the rink. "Ever roller-skated before?" he asked, stepping out into the oval arena just as the song You Spin Me Round started playing over the sound system.

"No," I shook my head, padding across the carpet and stopping at the edge of the ring. I watched as his wheels glided him into a half-spin with ease, coming to a stop when he faced me. Clearly, this wasn't his first rodeo. I shrugged, "But I used to ice skate, so shouldn't be a problem."

"Shouldn't be," he hummed a chuckle, eyes crinkling. Then he rolled back a few steps, making room for me and gesturing for me to proceed, "Have at it then."

I took a step onto the glossy surface, stumbled and nearly faceplanted.

I say nearly because Lea was there in the blink of an eye to catch my arms and steady me, giving a loud snort through his nose. "Dunno how much your ice skating background is gonna help ya here. Blades and wheels? Not the same thing. Ice and hardwood? Not-"

"-the same thing. Got it," I grumbled, my legs wobbling as I struggled to keep my balance, my fingers squeezing his forearms hard.

He smiled down at me before cautiously releasing one of my arms so he could about-face, shifting to my side. There, he took my other hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow before his feet pushed off, coasting at the speed of molasses. Me, being on teeny-tiny tires, had little choice but to be towed along with him as he said, "Ice and roller-skating are two sides of the same coin, but still totally different animals. Your muscle memory is probably gonna work against ya for a bit. Your body will expect things to work one way and react accordingly only to be surprised when the physics of it all is totally outta whack."

"Thanks for the lecture, professor. I think I'll figure it out." I tested moving one foot forward, slipped and desperately tightened my grip on him to stay upright. "...eventually," I amended, both my arms hugging his bicep close now.

Did this count as making a move?

I don't think it did. It was more like advancing a move already in progress and not even one that I'd started myself in the first place.

Maybe I should concentrate less on making a move and more on just not falling flat on my rear.

Consider the mission scrapped.

"So… you were an ice skater?" he asked conversationally.

I nodded, trying out another step while still using him for support. This one went marginally better. "I took lessons for a few years as a kid. My parents' idea. Supposedly, it improves posture, balance, flexibility and coordination, all in the pursuit of excellence," I recited dryly. "But even though it was just another tool they used to mold me into being their perfect little girl, I still found it fun despite all that. I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. I was sad when they ended my lessons once they'd decided I'd outgrown it."

"Ah," he continued creeping us along at a lazy pace while I grew more bold and determined in my attempts to figure out how to make the cursed roller-skates bend to my will and obey me. "That explains why all your movements are so graceful."

"Graceful?" my head snapped up to look at him before I gave a derisive snort. "No, not at all, I'm a total klutz."

"Sometimes," he agreed, pulling to a stop and curving around to stand in front of me now as he hunched forward to look me in the eye, one corner of his lips twitching up. "But that's cute too."

Bam.

Shot through the heart.

Which, coincidentally, were the lyrics that'd just sung out over the speakers as the music switched to You Give Love A Bad Name.

As my brain scrambled to come up with a response, any response to that, a huge smirk suddenly flashed across his face and he declared, "And spin!"

"Wha-?"

Taking both my hands in his, he leaned back and started swinging us both around into a twirl together. Or perhaps death spiral would be the more appropriate term for it. I squeaked as we gained speed, our surroundings blurring more and more together, my feet scrambling to keep the wheels from slipping out from underneath me.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall," Lea called, still grinning like a madman.

And oddly enough, I took comfort in those simple words. I shyly smiled back and my muscles began to relax. Once I stopped fighting the spin, it went a lot more smoothly. I laughed as my ponytail whipped about from the centripetal force.

He abruptly slowed us to a stop and I staggered at the sudden change, but he caught me around the waist with one arm, pulling me up against him. "I got you," he reassured, panting a bit from energy expended on the twirl. I just breathed a small chuckle and his gaze softened as it flicked from my eyes over to my ponytail, which had swung itself forward over my shoulder when we'd stopped spinning. He brought his free hand up to twist a platinum tendril around one finger. "...why don't you ever wear your hair down?"

"My…?" I blinked at the random question that'd seemingly popped up out of the blue. My gaze averted and shifted about. "Well, I… I guess I never really thought about it. Just to keep it out of my face, I suppose."

Lea watched his fingers as they continued to play with the strands. "Your hair is just really pretty. It looks… I mean, I can... imagine how nice it must look down."

That blush came a-knocking again. And this time my face, being the utter fool that it was, let it in.

I suddenly shot out one arm to the side, pointing a finger and blurting out, "Go over there."

He spluttered and snerked. "Seriously? Just cuz I'm a fan of your hair, you're banishing me?"

"Th-that's not- no, I just-" I stammered, looking down with a frown. "I want to try and see if I can skate on my own for a bit."

"Oh." He tipped his head. "You sure you're ready for that?"

"Won't know until I try. Now," I flicked my hand dismissively at him, "shoo."

Releasing me, he started skating backwards. "Fine. I'll be right here though if ya need me," he said, stopping just a few feet in front of me.

Now shakily standing under my own power, I moved one foot forward to attempt a glide. I teetered and I saw him tense, ready to spring into action and rescue me. However I steadied myself, shooting him a tiny warning glare. He backed off, raising his hands in surrender. I sighed then told him, "Turn around."

His head reeled back, "What?!"

"Turn around," I insisted, rolling slowly forward now, feet lurching and arms darting stiffly about to maintain my balance. He began drifting backwards, maintaining the same space between us. "I can't do this with you looking at me. I feel self conscious."

He beamed. "But I like looking at you! It gives me the warm fuzzies inside," he announced loudly into the sudden hush as the last song ended so all the other skaters around us could no doubt hear.

How I didn't pancake onto the hardwood right then and there will forever remain a mystery to me.

This guy, I swear. The lengths he was willing to go to to sell the whole boyfriend act would never cease to amaze me. Feeling that familiar warmth creep back up into my cheeks as Take On Me started to play, I snapped, "Just turn around!"

"Alright already, jeez," he sniggered, rotating away from me to face forward now while still maintaining the same snail speed.

"No peeking," I told him sternly.

Lea gave an exasperated laugh, "I'm not! I'm not peeking!"

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously on his back as I wobbled my way into another step. Then I had a thought. Perhaps now would be the opportune moment to give the whole PDA thing another shot. I was already starting to get the hang of roller-skating. If I could catch up to him, I could go for the hand or… or hug the arm or something! Just for the sake of maintaining appearances, of course. You know, just... keeping up my half of this whole pretend girlfriend-boyfriend deal. My motives were strictly professional and had nothing to do with a certain little, teensy-weensy crush that would never, ever even see the light of day.

Yeah, okay, let's do this.

Mission Make A Move was back on.

Alright, step one: reaching him.

...that might take some doing.

In the meantime, we'll instead work on step zero: small talk.

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked, unsteadily picking up speed and trying to close the gap. "You seem pretty good at it."

"The kiddos and I goof around here from time to time," he scissored his skates, leisurely weaving his feet in and out and in again. "Been doing it for a while now, so I've picked up a few things. Not gonna be going pro anytime soon, but I get by."

I attempted to mimic his actions with my own skates and failed miserably, floundering a bit before stabilizing. At least the fumble had brought me a few inches closer. "I'm sure you've brought a girl or two here before too."

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Nah. Never really made any stops along the way between the bar and my apartment when taking a lady friend home. But… I always did think this might be a fun place to take a gal on a date."

Realization struck.

"Wait!" my foot slipped, I staggered and flailed before catching myself. "Is this a date?!"

"Heh, sorta?" his hand went to the nape at the neck, tugging at the hairs there. "More of a mini-date? Or just… chilling together cuz we enjoy the pleasure of each other's dazzling company so much!"

"This is a date!" I repeated, stomping after him furiously now. Which, let me tell you, was not effective in skates at all. But through sheer force of will alone, I managed to get a bit closer. "I was supposed to pay for the next date!"

"And you have!"

I swear I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I most certainly have not!"

Almost there now.

"Have too! It was free. Me and Go Go are tight, like this," he held up one hand, crossing his index with his middle finger, "so I gots the hookups!"

A growling huff escaped me. "Cheater. This doesn't count, I'm paying for the next one."

"This so counts! Next one's on me, you can cover the one after that."

I scoffed. "And give you time to figure out how to con the system again? I don't think so, you-"

I suddenly tripped over the toe stop of my left skate and toppled forward, crashing hard into Lea's back, my arms instinctively latching around his waist. He grunted in surprise and swayed, but managed to keep us both upright and standing. As I hung onto him as if my life depended on it, fingers clutching at the front of his shirt, face buried in his back and inhaling his cinnamon scent mixed with the hint of pizza that still clung to his clothes from having gotten off work not too long ago, it slowly sunk in…

Mission accomplished.

Move made.

...albeit accidentally.

But still!

One small step for Elsa, one giant leap for introvert-kind everywhere.

Maybe the next one I'd actually do on purpose.

Cheeks burning now, I awkwardly cleared my throat as I relaxed my grip on the fabric of his Pizza Planet polo and started to withdraw my arms, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't," Lea said quickly, covering my hands with his and squeezing, forcing them to stay put right where they were. I could feel him pushing us off into a slow glide once more. "Don't… worry about it. It's fine, I don't mind. Take all the time you need to regain your footing."

"...thank you," I muffled into his shoulder blade. Then I hesitated, gnawing on my bottom lip. "...you know… for a guy who's never been an actual boyfriend before, you're actually really good at this."

I could feel his laugh rumble through his whole chest. "Thanks," he said, gently pulling on my arm to bring me around to his side so he could look down at me as he slung an arm over my shoulders, all while making sure my arms remained firmly secured around his midsection. There was a faint redness to his face, probably from the exertion of all this roller-skating. I could only hope he'd assume that was my excuse too. "I guess I was just waiting for the right person to come waltzing into my life." Then he winked and grinned, "That person being your uncle of course."

Eyes widening, I stumbled again, grasping Lea more tightly. "My… you mean the Duke?"

"Hell yeah, the Duke! Talk about silver fox! I mean, hot damn, mamma may I!" he fanned himself with his free hand.

Snorting, I shook my head. "I guess the heart wants what the heart wants."

He chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. "Seriously though, if it weren't for his Royal High-And-Snootiness marching into the food court and unleashing all holy hell, you and I wouldn't be here doing this right now. I wouldn't be unlocking and realizing my full boyfriend potential and you," he poked the tip of my nose, "wouldn't be experiencing all the joys that come with being the lucky recipient of such attention. He's the one that started it all."

"I suppose that's true," I nodded as I tried to mirror the way his feet moved. How did he make it look so easy?

"And I like to think we have fun with it too," he smiled down at me.

I returned it. "We do."

"Good. On that note," he reached down, unfastening my arms from his waist as he announced, "let's make like a pair of professional roller rinkers and dance!" Taking my hand in his, he whipped me into a couple tight spins.

"Roller rinkers?" I laughed softly when I came to a shaky stop, one hand going to his chest to steady myself. "Don't think that's a real term."

"Hey now, who's the one who actually knows how to skate here?" he smirked, twirling me out wide now. "Trust me, I know the lingo."

I rolled my eyes as he pulled me back in. "My mistake. Forgive me for questioning you, oh supreme fountain of roller-skating knowledge."

"Damn skippy! Now for the flashy finish," his hand went to the small of my back and he bent me backwards into a low dip, waggling his eyebrows at me as he did so.

And that's when it all went wrong.

For you see, I don't think nature ever intended for one human being to dip another while both had tiny wheels attached to their feet.

"Motherfu-" that's all Lea got out before our skates shot out from beneath us and we both went crashing painfully to the floor, him on top of me.

I heard him groan, then, "Shit! El, you okay?!" He hastily braced himself up onto his hands, hovering over me and eyes full of concern.

"Fine," I winced, my fingers going to rub the sore spot at the back of my head. "Let's just… leave the dancing to the professional roller rinkers from now on, okay?"

Relieved, he gave a low breathy laugh and pushed himself back to sit on his knees. "That sounds like quitter talk and I won't stand for it."

I sat up, propping my palms against the cold hardwood behind me. "Good, better not to stand period. Less chance of falling that way."

"C'mon, you. Back on the horse," he grinned, drawing a knee up to his chest to get one skate under him followed by the other before standing and reaching his hands down towards me.

With a sigh, I took them and let him pull me back up to my feet. "Alright, but no more dipping."

One arm encircling my shoulders once more, his eyes crinkled. "I make no such promises."

That earned him an elbow to the ribcage.

Author's Note: Here, have the latest batch of lil references I've baked up fresh out of the oven xP I actually don't have any fun facts for this chapter, I just simply delighted in getting to expand on the mall a bit and injecting more gooey, mushy fluff xD Personally, this is up there for one of my fave chapters of the whole story, haha!

Next chapter, will our couple continue to perfect their fake dating skillz? How will their actual relationship keep developing and evolving? Will Elsa ever successfully "make a move" on purpose? Will the two of them ever realize their as yet unspoken dream of being professional roller rinkers and take the skating world by storm? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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KPW 2.0 Day 2: Cat Daddy Hux and Juggalo Kylo

Day 2: Opposites Attract! "Boring" Cat Daddy Hux has a crush on his Juggalo neighbor Kylo. Kylo also has a crush on him. Cussing and lemons

Hux’s heart flipped hearing the loud engine of his crush coming up the block. He had no shame being picked up by his neighbor in front of his office building. Strangers and coworkers turn towards the blasting “Funyuns and Condoms”. The brakes screech and the passenger door unlocks. Hux bites his lip so his grin masks as a smirk while he gets into the decade old white Ford F-150 with peeling black and red flame decals.

He buckles in before looking over at Kylo, “Hey.”

“How’s the overlords?” Kylo is glaring at traffic with a pale white base with black lightning bolts painted all over his face. Hux’s stomach flips at how a few go down Kylo’s neck and get muddled with his neck tattoos. Kylo’s lips are bright red with black lip liner.

Hux knows to talk over Kylo’s cussing and singing along with his CDs, “Fucking awful. Brooks stole my work again. The cronies didn’t bat an eye seeing my watermarks. Thanks for that idea, by the way. Fuck, I am quitting next week. Not giving them any opportunity to fire me.”

“Fuck yeah!” Kylo honked his horn and grinned as the cars around them honked back. “They don’t deserve you!”

Hux felt his face heat up. This was one of the reasons he fell hard for Kylo. The man made him feel valuable.

“So what’s next for m-Mister Hot Shot?” Kylo stuttered as they pulled onto the highway.

“I don’t know. Maybe take a week off before looking for jobs?” Hux shrugged.

“Yeah? Cool,” Kylo gets into the fast lane and looks over at Hux. His voice low, “Gonna let your hair down and go wild?”

Hux managed not to gasp, instead he made a choked off nervous laugh, “Me? I was thinking of checking out the summer art exhibits before they go away.”

Kylo pounds his steering wheel, “Dude! You’re killing me! You can do that any time!”

“No, the exhibits are leaving at the end of July,” Hux feigns sulking to get more of a rise out of Kylo.

“M-Sorry, you fucker!” Kylo caught himself from saying Hux’s second least favorite curse word. “I’m worried about you. Those soul suckers have got you whipped. You should, like, I dunno… spend time with me and the guys that week!”

Hux’s toes would curl in his italian loafers if the narrow shoes would let them. He sighed, “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right!” Kylo puffed up his chest and belted out the lyrics for the next song on the Bang! Pow! Boom! Album. Hux at least remembered the album name. Kylo also surprised him last week remembering the company names of Hux’s favorite porcelain cat figurines. He stared out at the passing traffic. Maybe he could do something to get Kylo to call him Cat Daddy again? Millie hated the ribbons but if he could bribe her…

A few minutes of traffic later, they pull off the highway and quickly get into their neighborhood. Kylo looks over at him a couple of times before speaking, “Hey, would you like to rehearse your resignation?”

Hux sat up in his seat, “Huh? Yeah, that would help. When did you have in mind?”

Kylo stuttered, “I-uh, got some things to do but I can swing by in, uh, an hour?”

Hux nodded, “Sure. I’ll get Millie settled in with her din-din.”

“Cool!” Kylo yelled and went silent with wide eyes. Hux frowned a little but got distracted with Kylo’s arm bracing the back of his seat as Kylo pulled the truck into reverse to parallel park. Hux knew the tattoos were crude and chunky. But their canvas gave them far more allure. Hux didn’t have time to give into the temptation of nuzzling Kylo’s biceps because the man was an impressive parker.

They parted ways and Kylo stomped up to his apartment in his oversized jeans and baggy t-shirt. The clothes made him look absurdly giant. Hux loved it. Once he got into his apartment, he went straight to the kitchen to prepare Millicent’s meal as she mrrp’d her way around his feet. He hummed along with her as he mashed up some wet food with her kibble. He set the bowl down and gave Millicent her privacy as he headed into his bedroom. He took off  his dress shirt and slacks. He stared at his closet drawing a blank. What would Kylo like him in? Kylo hardly comments on his clothes. Hux sighed grabbing a white t-shirt and gray lounge pants. Why was he so boring? He flushed at the thought of getting Kylo to give him a makeover. He’d look absolutely ridiculous but Kylo would have his hands all over him.

Hux went into the living room and tidied up the little messes from the past few days. Millicent watched him from her cat tree with her tail swaying to and fro. He came over to kiss the top of her head. She scrunched her eyes and shook her head. He snorted, “I know, so embarrassing. But you’re so cute!”

She squinted at him as he scritched behind her ear. Long orange hairs started to shed. He looked at his watch and decided he could start brushing her coat before Kylo came over. He scooped up Millicent and she gave a chirp seeing him grab the brush kit. He was blessed having a cat who enjoyed grooming. He got most of her back done when there was a knock on the door. Millicent darted to the cat tree as Hux dumped the cat hair in the kitchen trash. He answered the door and was startled to see an unsettling version of Kylo.

Kylo looked normal. He was without his makeup in a black polo and khakis. His hair was tied in a bun. Hux felt sad seeing Kylo’s septum piercing flipped up and hidden. Kylo’s skin was splotchy and textured due to his Kryolan paint stick routine. Hux felt oddly reassured that Kylo wasn’t too perfect. Hux has seen him shirtless with his face painted up and spent many a night stroking to the visuals.

“I-um, thought we could role play?” Kylo shrugged.

Hux blushed realizing he had just stood there staring, “Oh! Wow, you really didn’t need to change. I liked the lightning today. A lot.”

Kylo muttered under his breath, “Fucking dumbass.”

Hux froze, “Excuse me?”

Kylo looked more shocked than Hux felt, “Me! I meant me! I’m the fucking dumbass!”

Hux shook his head, “No you aren’t, come on in.”

Kylo frowned but followed Hux to the couch. Hux’s heart fluttered as Kylo sat next to him, “What’s going on, Kylo?”

Kylo looked at him with a shy glance before looking ahead, “I thought you’d like me more like this? I thought if we roleplayed you quitting your job, we’d-” Kylo takes a deep sigh, “I thought we’d then like makeout or something ‘cuz the past couple of months have been crazy, y’know?”

Hux gulped and tentatively placed his hand over Kylo’s white knuckled fist, “I think you’re hot. But as you usually dress and stuff. This is very different but I see my Kylo. Though...”

Kylo goes cross eyed as Hux flips his septum piercing and bursts into deep laughter, “What the fuck! You’re freaky, Hux!”

Hux blushed, “I guess? Do you like it?”

Kylo’s voice cracked before going bone deep, “Uh, yeah. It’s really fucking hot… babe.”

Hux whined as his body went numb with arousal, “Could we… do something else than role play quitting my job?”

Kylo moaned, “Like what?”

Hux got up to straddle Kylo’s lap. Kylo’s eyes widened and his hands hovered before gripping Hux’s hips. Hux whispers while tugging on Kylo’s polo shirt, “Wanna see your chest again.”

Kylo gave a little nod and pulled off the polo. Hux moaned at the sight of the loosened bun, defined muscles, and garish tattoos. His fingers traced thick lines that trembled. Kylo whined and bucked up. Hux gasped as he slid further into Kylo’s lap and had to brace himself against Kylo’s chest. Kylo grunted, “Permission to kiss?”

Hux gave a nod before kissing Kylo. He sighed at how nice Kylo’s lip and tongue piercings felt. He gave a tentative roll of his hips and Kylo seized with a yelp. Hux hummed in delight feeling the pulse of Kylo’s dick against his. Kylo pulled away from the kiss with a dazed look, “Fuck, I didn’t bring condoms.”

Hux bit his lip, “I’m good with not rushing things. I really do like you. And, ah, would like to fuck when you’re all done up.”

Hux now knows that when Kylo’s eyes widen slightly, his cheeks go bright red. This revelation makes Hux kiss Kylo deeply. Kylo gives a confused sound but goes with the kiss. Hux pulls away when he finally needs air. After catching his breath, he whispers, “I can’t believe you like me.”

Kylo scoffs, “I can’t believe you like me. You of all people.”

Hux whines, “Hush, of course I like you. You’re like my best friend and crush.”

Kylo whimpers squeezing Hux’s ass, “I’m your what?”

“My crush-Ah!” Hux arches his back as Kylo rips his lounge pants. Hux shivers as fingers press through the tear to bare skin. “Nngh! Fuck, tear them more.”

Kylo does so looking up at Hux with a growl. Hux grunts as his cock drops down from the torn confines onto Kylo’s palm. It’s an awkward hand job but feels great. Hux’s mind whites out as Kylo leans up to suck on his neck. The other hand reaches over to press two fingers against Hux’s ass. Hux screeches as the fingers rub frantically with the fist around his cock. He goes limp as his cock twitches.

Kylo mouths his neck lightly before flipping them over. Hux whines as Kylo pulls away to take off his cum stained khakis. Kylo also didn’t bother with underwear and strokes himself while looking down at Hux. Hux studies Kylo’s cock and is a little bummed there’s no piercings visible. Kylo straddles him and moans as his cock head bumps against Hux’s small paunch. Hux blushes deeply once he realizes Kylo is writing his name on Hux’s belly. Hux whispers, “I’d get it tattooed there. Or a tramp stamp.”

Kylo’s eyes bulge and his breathing goes haggard, “Fuck, really?”

Hux bit his lip nodding. Kylo grunted as he came all over Hux’s belly. Hux kissed him softly, “Seriously. Maybe you could help me with the aftercare?”

Kylo snorted and shook his head, “Nah, that’s like ten year anniversary shit.”

“Oh, I guess you’ll just have to cum your name on me until then,” Hux feigned disappointment. “Maybe get me a collar or belt?”

Kylo chuckled, “Fucking freak.”  

Hux smirked, “You have no idea.”

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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 02

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, Aɴɢsᴛ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ,

A/N: Unedited, please ignore any errors (Word Count: 4.1K)

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My eyes fluttered open, and I stared at my dull white ceiling. For a moment my mind was clear, and light. Only for a moment though. The events of late last night shuffled into my thoughts. My eyes widen and my heart started hammering against my chest.

I sat up gasping as I remembered the wounded boy laying on my floor. I threw the sheets off my body and scrambled to my feet, forgetting to put my slippers on. I grabbed my phone to see that it was nearly noon.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. He has to be up by now, and he’s probably hungry. I speed-walked into the living room expecting to see Jungkook on the floor, or even on the couch...but he was nowhere in sight.

He left? I peeked around the wall of the living room, seeing if he was sitting in front of the TV? Nope. I sighed, almost disappointed. He left? In his condition? I turned around towards the kitchen, yelling at the figure in the kitchen.

Jungkook stood there shirtless with a bowl of cereal in hand. His wide doe eyes stared at me as if he was a child caught doing something he shouldn’t.

I placed my hand on my chest, catching my breath.

“Hey.” I greeted awkwardly. Jungkook showed me a small smile and nodded as his greeting. He leaned against the kitchen counter, eating his cereal peaceful. I couldn’t help but stare at the young man.

He looked like he was on the brink of death not too long ago and now he’s standing in my kitchen shirtless like it’s the average Sunday.

“I’m sorry, I slept in. I was planning to wake up to make you something to eat. You need to regain your strength.” I stepped deeper into the kitchen and closer to Jungkook.

He shook his head, “I’m fine.” His raspy voice almost vibrated in my chest. It could through the air my nervous voice was strolling in. I glanced down at the bandages wrapped around his side, seeing no blood spots.

As if he read my mind, Jungkook spoke; “I replaced the bandages myself, since you left the roll on the living room table.”

I nodded and laughed stiffly.

I looked around the kitchen, many things running through my mind. What do I say? Should I ask him what happened? O-or should I tell him about his friends calling?

I glanced back at Jungkook and we made eye contact for a moment. I wordlessly turned around and walked the way I came. I went back to my room and searched through my closet, taking a large band tee I usually use for sleeping.

I walked back to the kitchen and set it on the counter beside Jungkook, “Here is a shirt. I tore yours in the heat of the moment.”

Jungkook snickers, “I don’t know who decides to do surgery in their living room, you are a weird one Y/n.”

I start to laugh but stop at the mention of my name, “How’d you know my name?”

He nodded his head towards the living room, “You have your degrees and certificates framed and hung up. It’s pretty impressive.”

I brush off his compliment, “There is nothing impressive about it, it’s what all doctors go through to be able to help people.”

“Mhh.” Jungkook hums, “it’s still impressive. I definitely couldn’t do it.”

We stand in silence for a moment, so I move to grab something to eat from the fridge. As I take out eggs and other things for a late breakfast Jungkook speaks.

“I am so grateful for what you did Y/n, I know most people wouldn’t even think of doing that. But...I know you must have some questions, like how I ended up with a bullet in my side? Or why I couldn’t go to the hospital?”

I didn’t look at Jungkook but focused on preparing my food. I took out one of my smaller pans and set it on the stove that was adjacent to Jungkook.

Do I really want to know? Do I need to know? If I ask questions, I’ll get answers I don’t like.

“No,” I lie, “I don’t want to know. It’s none of my business. You’re alive and well so that’s all that matters.”

“Do you want some eggs?” I ask. Jungkook nods eagerly. As I’m making the eggs, my curiosity is still sitting in the back of my mind. I try to keep my face straight as I make scrambled eggs, deciding to add bacon to the meal. I end up making too much food, but Jungkook looks up to the challenge as he helps me set the table.

I make no mention of when he’ll be leaving, thinking that I’ll check up on his stitches once more before bringing up the topic. After the table is set I tell Jungkook to dig in.

I walk out of the kitchen to head to the bathroom. I got to brush my teeth. I’ll also see if I have an extra brush to spare. I brush my teeth quickly and wash my face as well. I go into my bedroom and grab my cell phone off my nightstand, freezing as I realize Jungkook’s phone is no longer there.

With my phone in hand, I return to the kitchen where Jungkook sat at the small dining table eating.

He doesn’t even look up as I take a seat behind him, I grab my fork and knife. But before I can start eating, I look at Jungkook.

“Jungkook, did you take your phone off my nightstand?”

He stares at me while he chews and swallows, “Yup, I had to call my hyungs, they must have been worried about me.” He says before taking another bite of his food.

“Oh, Jimin and Hoseok right? They’re your brothers? I spoke to them on the phone.” My worry was beginning to fade. Of course, they’re his friends and siblings! I was thinking so negatively earlier.

“Well, no. Jimin hyung is my friend and also my coworker. Hoseok is my boss.” He doesn’t look up from his food.

I take a bite of my eggs, not minding that it was no longer hot, but lukewarm.

“What kind of work do you do?”

Jungkook clenches his teeth together almost comically and slowly looks my way.

“I don’t think you want to know, Y/n-noona.” He answers shyly. I don’t have time to acknowledge his words as the intercom starts to ring.

My eyes move to Jungkook who is looking back at me.

“Jungkook, did you--”

“Yes.” He answers, “I sent my hyungs my location. They just wanted to come to pick me up. They’re worried you’re an undercover cop or something, but I’ve already snooped through your stuff to figure you’re not.” The words had a sinister tone to them, and the cute bunny smile on Jungkook’s face didn’t soften the blow.

“S-so you invited your hyungs, who share an occupation which you don’t want to share with me, to my house?”

The twinkle in his eyes as he tilted his head to the side revealed his genuine oblivion. He doesn’t see the problem here?

His phone started to ring so he dug into the pocket of his joggers to reveal the phone in question.

“Hyung!” He chimed. He stood up from his seat and walked towards the door. I also stood up quickly. Wow, this guy is way too carefree.

“Y/n noona, can you buzz my hyungs into the building? What floor are you on--”

“Jungkook, you can’t just invite people to my place! I don’t know these guys!”

He stares at me silently and speaks after some time, “You don’t know me either.” The cheeky smile doesn’t change the sinister tone in his words either. It almost felt like he was responding to a challenge.  

I couldn’t conjure up a reply to his retort.

My worry bubble in my chest again, this isn’t some innocent kid at all. I have read him wrong.

I walk past him and to the intercom near the front door, I pressed the speak button.

“Floor 5, apartment 06,” I say quietly and press the button to buss them in. I wordlessly walked back to the table to eat.

“Well, I’m dying today,” I muttered to myself.

“Noona don’t say that! That’s unlikely.” Jungkook jokes.

There is a sturdy knock at the door, and I rush ahead of Jungkook who moves to open the door.

“Who is it?” I shout at the door.

“Were you expecting someone else?” The person behind the door jeers. I unlock the door and crack it, peeping my head out to be met with the hard eyes of 3 men. I must have looked so small at that moment. I looked them up and down.

I don’t know why I was expecting some men in all black and shades. They were dressed casually, one of them wearing a plain white t-shirt and some black skinny jeans.

“Y/n?” He asked. His mouth curled up into a smile naturally and he looked down at his feet almost nervously. His black hair was kind of long, almost concealing his eyebrows. Oh? This is the voice I heard on the phone.

“Jimin…?” My voice comes out shaky, and he smiles grows causing his eyes to thin out.

“Yes.”

“Hyung!” Jimin chimes from behind me. I open the door wider, stepping to the side as the three men strolled in. I’m mentally punching myself. Went from having 1 strange man in my apartment to four. Wow, my mom would have a heart attack.

I close the door as the three men greeted Jungkook. He lifted up his shirt to show them the bandages. They are speaking among themselves and I decide to stay by the front door unless I have to make a run for it.

What kind of situation have I landed myself in? Damn it Y/n! Curse your need to help.

“Wow, you really operated on him in your living room.” I snapped out of my daze to see one of the other men looking at me. His hair is black, brushed onto his forehead and by the callous look in his eyes, he didn’t seem to care much for me as a person.

I nodded shyly, “I wasn’t going to leave him to die...especially in my living room.”

“You shouldn’t go out of your way to do such unnecessary things.” He criticized.

“Yoongi-hyung, don’t be like that,” Jimin said hitting the man in the arm.

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Oh so you have someone else who could have operated on him? Someone you wouldn’t need to go to a hospital to see?” The man named Yoongi totally disregards my words, turning his back to me.

“Either way, thank you for helping our Jungkook. I’m Seokjin, Jin for short.” other man stretches his hand out. I shake his hand kindly, trying to muster up a smile.

“Are all doctors this cute?” He smirks. I roll my eyes playfully.

“Unfortunately, I’m a rare case.” I joke back.

“We’re just glad you weren’t a cop.” Jimin snickers. It feels like the air has lightened up a bit, but of course, that doesn’t last long.

“A cop? Why are y’all in the mafia or something?” I chuckle at the words, finding it funny. All four men don’t even bust a small chuckle. My laughter dies in my throat as my eyes scan the blank faces off all four men. Even Jin who was teasing just earlier seems to have lost his smile.

My mind begins to click things together.

“M-mafia..” I whisper to myself.

“I think it’s best if you all leave now.” My voice came out hard and crude but at that moment, a new strand of fear has entered my system.

“You can keep the shirt Jungkook,” I say while I open the front door open. The men seem to stand there for a while like someone wanted to say something. Yoongi is the first one to step out, Jungkook following behind him.

“Bye noona!” He smiles and waves. Seokjin walks out next. Jimin approaches the door but stops. He reaches in his back pocket and hands me a yellow envelope. Before I can protest he is out the door. I slowly close my door and lock it.

As I am leaning against the door I opened the envelope. All I can do is to let my mouth drop open as I see it’s contents.

I pull out a chunk of money and stare.

“What in the world…” This has to be at least $10,000. Did...did I just accept money from the mafia?

Stuck there in my shock, I almost don’t notice a piece of paper falling to the floor. Did that come out the envelope? I bend down and pick up the slip. It’s about the size of a regular post it.

Scribbled on it is, ‘Thank you. For your troubles. - Hoseok.”

My brows furrow at the note. The mafia surely doesn’t leave thank you notes. I chuckle at the thought. Maybe, I’m jumping to conclusions? I do that a lot.

~!~

“Congratulations,” I said as I took a sip of my tea. I set the cup down and looked back at Jennie. She snorts and shakes her head. She leaned back in her seat while glancing around the hospital cafeteria. We both sat in our white doctor’s coat. The only difference is Jennie’s out under the white coat. She sat in a white blouse and dark red skirt with heels.

I wore a white and light blue striped blouse with light blue jeans and tan nude heels. I took another bite of my chicken caesar salad, more chicken than salad. I always ask for extra chicken.

Jennie sighed, “There is nothing to celebrate. He sucks.”

I chew the food in my mouth and swallow before speaking, “He can’t be that bad. He’s your soulmate for a reason right?”

Jennie found her soulmate about 2 days ago, the proof being the initials now printed on the inner side of her pinky. It’s said that when people find their soulmate, the red yarn disappears and they’re left with the initials of their soulmate on the side of their pinky.

Jennie runs her fingers over the initials, seeming like her mind was elsewhere.

“He’s an artist, he paints and stuff.” She mumbled. Most people wouldn’t see a problem with their soulmate being an artist. Someone who is creative, free thinking and has a nice perspective on things.

Jennie, however, is not that kind of person. Jennie was the first person I met when I started working at Seoul Sky Hospital 3 months ago. She walked up to me with a straight face, which is often mistaken for a glare. After working with her all this time, I’ve come to realize it’s just how her face is.

She is a very straight forward, fact-based person who was expecting her soulmate to be a scientist, accountant, engineer or stiff CEO. An artist? On top of that, a struggling artist? Jennie’s ominously high standards can’t be met with a struggling artist.

“You’re still going to give him a chance, right?” I asked.

Jennie nods, “I have no choice since I’ve met him it feels weird without speaking to him for a day. He’s so cheeky and smug, I can’t stand it.”

“What’s his name again?”

“Jaehyun, he’s younger than me.”

I chuckle at Jennie’s glower, “If you ask me, I think you two will do just fine. An artist isn’t that bad. I’ve heard some intense soulmate horror stories.”

Jennie leans forward, pushing her pasta out of the way, “Spill.”

I take another short sip of my tea, racking through my mind.

“Well,” I started, “In Med School, we had this one professor who his soulmate ended up being his student. The guy sat three seats behind me. We only found out at the end of the year that he left his wife for the student.”

Jennie laughs, snorting a bit, “Seriously? That’s so juicy! My neighbor found her soulmate when she had to be the prosecutor for his murder case.”

I gasped, “Oh my God! She had to send her own soulmate to jail? That’s tough.”

Jennie shakes her head and narrows her eyes at me, “He was found not guilty. I can’t be sure if she had anything to do with that, all I know is that she didn’t report to the court about him being her soulmate. That’s what she’s supposed to do.”

“Oh she totally went easy on him, but ethically, she’s wrong. She overlooked the possibility of that man being a murderer because he’s her soulmate.”

“People do crazy things for their soulmates,” Jennie adds, “I’d rather be a stale-mate couple than an overly connected one.”

I raised an eyebrow at her words, not totally understanding. Before I could question her, she addressed my confusion.

“It’s slang the younger kids have made up. You know some people meet their soulmates and there is no connection at all? No need to see each other or no love felt even after years? They call them stale-mate couples. It’s to the point that some meet and then never contact each other again.”

“Oh!” I perked up, “My friend Michelle had a situation like that.”

We sit in silence for some time, before Jennie says something. I can’t be sure if it was to herself or if she was speaking to me.

“Maybe an artist isn’t that bad…” She trails off. She leans back into her seat and looks at me. Just from the look in her eyes, I know what the question is gonna be.

“You haven’t found your soulmate yet?” She grabs her fork and starts to move around the pasta on her plate.

“No,” I paused, weighing my next words, “about two weeks ago, the string was tugging.”

“Well, that’s a good sign. They’re close by! They’ll probably walk in here as a patient,” She snickers, “Dr. Lee will throw a fit.”

I roll my eyes, “Don’t even get me started on him. That man will not leave me alone!”

“He likes you.”

“And is that suppose to be a good thing? Certainly doesn’t feel like it.”

Jennie nearly chokes on her food as she laughs, “Aw Y/n don’t be like that!”

“I want that man to find his soulmate than I want to find mine, so I can finally have peace.”

After we finished eating we said our goodbyes and headed opposite ways. It’s been roughly 13 days since Jungkook and the rest of his friends walked out of my apartment. I’ve been on edge since then. The money in the envelope was enough to shake me up.

Who randomly hands someone that much money? It’s not normal, along with a Thank you note?

I’ve been working 14-hour shifts lately, barely having time to eat before showering and knocking out. That is why I am thankful that I have no operations scheduled for today.

It’s mostly paperwork all day today, along with checking up on some patients. It’s a pretty simple day.

The rest of the day went by normally. I do my best to avoid Dr. Lee in the hallways while working accordingly. I run into Jennie who was too busy to really give me more than a few words.

I check the clock, seeing that my shift is just about over. It’s 15 minutes to midnight, giving me enough time to finish up the last of my paperwork.

I exchange my heels for some comfortable sneakers and put my heels in my big purse. I clock out, making sure to stop by Jennie’s office to say my goodbyes.

I round the corner from Jennie’s office and crash into what I thought was a wall. When I catch a whiff of the same expensive cologne, I wish it was a wall instead.

“Hi Dr. Lee,” I forced a small smile onto my lips, praying that this would be a quick interaction.

“Y/n, I feel like I haven’t seen you at all today.” He grins.

That was the point.

“I’ve been running around, can’t keep patients waiting.” I laugh awkwardly, noticing that he was also preparing to go home.

“You’re heading home?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yes, I actually have to run...I have...I have to water my plants.”

“Really?” He lets out a dry chuckle at my excuse.

I start taking steps back, “Yeah! I’ll see on Tuesday, Dr. Lee!”

“When are we gonna stop this game we’re playing?” He calls out after me.

“When you realize I’m not interested!” I shout over my shoulder, speed walking towards the stairs. I swiftly make my way down the stairs, seeing as I was only on the second floor.

Why do I have to keep running away from that man? For now, he’s being very laid back about it, but I’m worried he’ll take it too far. I start my walk home, humming to myself while I go through what I am going to due for my next few days off.

I find my steps slowing when I got to a certain spot. I gawked at the empty alleyway where I found Jungkook just weeks before. The whole thing feels like a dream or an out of body experience.

I keep walking, making my way down the street. I start to hum to myself again, one of the songs a teenage patient was playing has been stuck in my head. It’s still and dark, only things sounding are the early summer crickets.

I get to the front of my apartment building, starting to punch in my code to unlock the door when I heard what sounded like a car driving up. I didn’t think much of it, punching in the numbers as the door unlocked. I opened the door, starting to step in when I heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n noona!” The voice half yelled and whispered. My movements froze and rather than turn around, I start into the building again.

“Y/n noona, please!” The voice calls again. Y/n, just step inside and don’t look back. You don’t need to--

My thoughts are cut short as my eyes now focus on the red string of yarn around my finger tugging like crazy. I spin around quickly to notice a disheveled Jungkook, once again beaten up, holding his side, but standing up. He doesn’t look too bad. A busted lip, and a split eyebrow with some bruises.

This time I don’t miss the Glock 36 Gun in his other hand. My eyes widen and I stagger back. With the black van situated behind him, this doesn’t look good.

“Noona wait! Please, w-we need your help.” Jungkook begs.

“We?” I stammer.

Jungkook knocks on the darkly tinted window of the black van behind him. The door roughly slides open to reveal 4 men in the backseat and two in the front. I recognize Jin in the driver's seat and Jimin in the passengers. Yoongi sat in the back with 3 men I’ve never seen before.

All of them were hurt in some way and badly. They look like they’ve just gotten out of some type of brawl. My goodness. There were blood stains all over their clothes. My eyes bolted to the few guns sprawled out on the floor of the van, with bloody bandages that show they were trying to take care of the problems themselves.

I was able to catch a glimpse of the big duffle bag that was overflowing with many stacks and wads of money.

Yet, the guns, the blood, the money wasn’t the true kicker. The blood was gross to see, the guns were scary and the money was concerning. All those things are enough to make any sane person turn the other way.

But what has me stuck in my spot is the man who was leaning on Yoongi, eyes closed, breathing heavily, dark spot of blood coming from his chest were his grey shirt was torn. He probably got sliced by a knife? Yes, that wound looks serious, but that still isn’t the true table shaking thing.

It’s the red string of yarn tied onto the pinky of his bloody right hand. The red string of yarn trails down the floor of the van, onto the ground and makes its way to me, the other end tied around my right pinky.

My breath caught in my throat and just like all the stories I’ve heard before...bells. Bells were ringing in my ears. The young man’s eyes opened, his breathing still labored.

He looked right at me. I watched his eyes moved along the floor of the ground, clearly seeing the string of yarn connecting us too.

“Oh shit.” Both of us said at the same time.

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Rowan x Aelin

Chapter 9

“WHAT THE FUCK? YOUR DATING HER” Fenrys roared barging into Rowans office. Rowan didn’t shift his face from his computer. “WHITETHORN”

“What?” Rowan answered flatly finally looking up.

“Aelin! You asshole!” Fenrys barked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rowan tried not to smirk but as the weekend’s events flashed over his eyes he couldn’t help it. Aelin and Rowan spent the whole weekend cooped up in his apartment, not even venturing out for food, having delivery and movies on his tv in the background as he couldn’t even keep his hands off her, kept them both in bliss until the hard hit of Monday morning had him leaving her in his bed so he could go to work. He desperately wanted to stay, but with the deadline coming up he just couldn’t risk a setback.

“Don’t play dumb! She was here!” Fenrys clutched his hands on his sides nearly shaking. Rowans face fell as he realized Fenrys normal goofiness was replaced by rage.

“How do you know that?”

“Your assistant was blabbing off about a cute blonde waiting in your office. What the hell Rowan! You were the one telling me not to go after her.”

Rowan knew he was truly fucked and couldn’t act like he didn’t know what Fen was talking about. “You need to calm down, you had like two conversations with her.”

“Yeah! And I liked her. You dick. The one girl you date. REALLY?” Fenrys snapped back. Rowan knew Fenrys was mad but he really didn’t have to be this loud or aggressive. Rowan didn’t owe him an explanation so he just kept his face blank.

“We’re not dating.” Rowan truly didn’t know what he was doing with Aelin. Every day Rowan felt more, cared more. It hadn’t hit him that they hadn’t labeled it.

Dating? He hasn’t even taken her out.

Together? No he hasn’t had that conversation with her.

Just fucking? Nope he knew he had feelings for her. Deeper than lust.

“Oh? You’re just fucking her? Fuck you dude. You could have anyone. You could have your damn assistant!” Rowan clutched the papers on his desk to keep from throwing something at Fenrys.

Rowan calmed his nerves and set the papers down as he calmly said “Aren’t you hooking up with the girl from Human Resources? You have like four girls you like at once. Go find someone else. Don’t come at me like that because Aelin didn’t want you.”

“And what? She wants you?” Fenrys scoffed and Rowans blood started to boil. “She’s like half your age. You’re an old brute. All you’re going to do is hold her back and waste her time. You just want her because she’s a new shiny toy. You’ll drop her as soon as you get bored.” Fenrys had already slammed the door behind when Rowan threw his stapler.

Hours later, Rowan still couldn’t focus, barely able to do his work as his mind kept going back to the words Fenrys spat at him.

“You’ll hold her back.” “Waste her time.” Rowan tried not to think about how she truly was much more than he thought. She’s witty, wicked smart, kind, and she opened up to him. Rowan hasn’t had many people open up to him much less him to others. His appearance, his hight, his bulkiness, his tattoos, his ever so firm resting angry face scared people away. He liked it that way. Seeing people avoid him in the streets, avoid his eye contact as he spoke, or people down right being intimidated fed his ego.

But she was never intimidated by him, everything that drove people away from him just lured her in. Aelin was some kind of light, a fire and he couldn’t bring himself to realize he’ll be the one to snuff out her spark.

Rowan knew he had to let her go. Let her be happy with someone near her age, that could share the life experiences that will shape her into a beautiful woman. Rowan didn’t want to admit it but he knew Fenrys was right.

Rowan finally had the inkling to call her as he left his office. He had avoided all her calls and text as he mulled over the words from Fen. Didn’t even want to read the messages she left him as he dialed her number.

“Hey baby.” Aelins voice was light and airy as if she’d been waiting for his call all day. Rowan clenched his jaw as his heart strained.

“Aelin.” Rowan couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.

“Rowan, what’s wrong?” As if just the sound of his voice gave him away. As if she knew the change of his voice by heart.

“We can’t do this anymore. Aelin we can’t see each other.” Rowan was trying to keep still as he sat in his car, still parked at his office.

For a moment Aelin remained silent. Like she was letting his words settle into her, letting the words enter her heart slowly.

“Why?” She finally spoke, almost a whisper.

“You deserve so much more than me. Aelin I’m too old for you. I’ve lived already and you haven’t.” Rowan let out a deep breath as he spoke.

“You’re only seven years older than me what are you talking about?”

“Aelin don’t make this harder than it needs to be, we’ve only known each other for a month now.”

“You know what Rowan fuck you! I fell for you!” Aelin snapped. Rowan couldn’t believe what he just heard. As those word hit him like a brick in the face.

“I know you have feelings for me Rowan. I know you do. Don’t lie to me.” He couldn’t lie to her he couldn’t tell her he had not felt anything for her. “I know my age. I know yours. I have no problem with it. It seems like you do.” Its more than that. “Rowan don’t act like youre doing this for me. You’re doing it to keep you’re piece of mind. I get it. But im tired of this game Rowan. I’m tired of wanting you and you running away. Pushing me away and pulling me back in. Rowan choose to have me or not to. Choose me or don’t. Figure your shit out!” he heard the click as she hung up.

Rowan couldn’t help but punch his steering wheel enraged.

….

Aelin threw her phone clear across the locker room when she hung up. What the hell was that? Why do this?

Aelin was just about to start training when Rowan called. She couldn’t help her big smile when she saw his name on her phone, her butterflies crept up as she answered and it was quickly ruined.

After a bit of training.

“Ow what was that for?” Aelin spat as Dorian smacked her on the face with his training glove.

“You’re not here Aelin.”

“What the fuck Dorian? Obviously I’m here.”

“No Aelin your mind is somewhere else. I told you when you step into this gym, when you train with me. You keep your problems at the door and train.” Dorian said as he smacked her again.

“Fine!” And before Dorian could block, Aelins gloved fist came flying to his face. Ignoring the training glove completely.

“Okay not to my face but yes please focus.” So Aelin gave it her all.

After about thirty minutes of fighting, Aelin had finally stopped for a brake.

“Dorian I need you to come to Aedion’s and Lysandras wedding with me”

“Are you asking me to be your date?” Aelin rolled her eyes as he smirked.

“Uh I guess”

“Aw I’m sorry. I was invited and I already asked Mannon…. Aelin don’t make that face.” Aelin didn’t realize she scrunched up her nose at the mention of her old opponent.

“She acutely likes you, you know. Aelin give her a chance. It wasn’t her that beat you up in the alley, it was her damn following.”

Aelin had asked Rowan to the wedding a few days ago and he surprisingly said yes, even offering to go with her to the rehearsal dinner, it made her heart flutter how he wanted to be there for her.

Seems like plans changed so she’ll be going to both alone.

…

When Rowan finally got home, he actually went straight to bed. It seemed like today had been a little to exasperating so he made his way to his bed as soon as he was showered.

As he laid back he noticed his senses riling up, her sent was woven into his comforters. They had spent most of the weekend in his bed so he shouldn’t be surprised to smell her on it, he just didn’t think it would hit him so hard.

Rowan clutched the sheets to his face as he remembered her lips on his. Remembered his hands all over her, his tongue all over her. Remembered her moans, her saying his name so breathlessly.

Rowan picked up his phone and noticed he had three text messages and one voicemail from Aelin waiting for him.

TEXT: Hey baby good morning, I hope you have a good day!

TEXT: I saw this silver Hawk stuffed animal and thought about you.

(Picture attached)

TEXT: I know you’re busy, I hope you’re not stressed call me after work?

Voicemail: “Hey I know you probably won’t listen to this till later today but Im at lunch and I just wanted to say I want to see again Rowan.”

Rowan read the text and heard the voicemail at least hundred times before falling asleep. He tried, he really tried to tell himself what he did was for the best.

…

Aelins limbs were trembling as she took off her clothes in the locker room. She had gone harder than she had in months in the ring today. Telling Dorian “Again” after every break they had. They had been sparing for at least three hours before Dorian had grunted “ Enough”. She couldn’t help it. She needed to get all her stress out, her favorite outlet to let it all go. But tonight it had done nothing but make her arms and legs burn.

Aelin hated showering at the gym, the water was always freezing, Dorians father was so tight with his money he didn’t even buy a water heater. “it’s the best for my fighters” No hes just cheap.

Tonight though the freezing water hitting her bare skin was honestly a welcomed pain. Let all her limbs soak so the fire could ease. Aelin just stayed in the shower for an ungodly amount of time until she was shaking to the bone.

Authors Note: To my coworker that found my fanfiction… please don’t hate me

xxx

Tag list: @flowersinvegas @shadowstar2313 @heir2chaos@heymichelle360@aelinchocolatelover @captain-timetraveldreamer@rowaelinforeverworld 

#rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowaelin fanfiction #fenrys #tog fanfic #tog #throneofglass #throne of glass fanfiction #rowaelin au #tog au #aelin ashryver #fenrys moonbeam

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Lance McClain - Selfie

Selfie – Lance McClain

SuicidalConnorMurphy

A/N: Male!reader. High school AU.

 Words: 2,357

           Lance McClain was the Selfie King. If he were to be published in the Garrison High yearbook, his trademark would be “Took the Most Selfies.” Nobody particularly minded it, though. They teased the Cuban on more than one occasion, but the taunts never had any heat to them. Lance had a rather impressive Instagram following, considering his feed consisted of selfie after selfie after selfie, sprinkled with a few photos of his favorite beverages from the local coffee shop.

         As his best friend, you were a frequent occurrence in his postings. “Hanging with the best boyo!” was a common caption on Lance’s photos, followed by your username and an onslaught of hashtags. You desperately wanted to be more than the official Best Friend, but you supposed that was better than being a background character.

           One of the reasons that Kaltenecker’s Café was Lance’s favorite caffeine destination was because you were a barista there on the weekends. You usually worked the morning shift, leaving your afternoons open for hanging out and catching up on any homework you didn’t finish during the week.

         Every Saturday and Sunday, at ten in the morning, like clockwork, Lance was there, chatting up your coworkers while you prepared his drink of choice. In the spring, it was an iced Americano with cream and vanilla syrup. Summer was a cinnamon chai milkshake. Autumn was a pumpkin spice latte. Winter was a hot chai latte, dirty if he was studying.

         It was ten a.m. on Saturday, and you had just clocked in for your shift. Your hands wound around your back, securing your apron as you padded out to the front counter. The café was quiet, so you set about prepping your station and brewing yourself a beverage to keep your energy up. The owner was a sweetheart, and one of the first things he’d told you during training was that you were welcome to help yourself to any drink in the café provided that you prepared it yourself, kept it out of customer view, and didn’t let it go to waste.

         The bell above the door chimed, altering you to a new customer.

         “Good morning. Welcome to Kaltenecker’s,” you called without looking up from the counter. Tanned skin appeared in your peripheral vision, drawing your gaze upwards. A smile settled on your lips as Lance leaned against the counter, signature smirk on his lips, one hand raised and poised into a finger gun.

         “Good morning, handsome,” he grinned. Fondness fluttered in your stomach, only to be crushed by the reality that you were just his friend. Though the entire campus knew that Lance was a proud bisexual, you couldn’t help but doubt that you would be even close to his type. He flirted with everyone, it seemed. Everyone except for you.

         “Hey, Lance,” you greeted, already punching his order into the register. “Your usual?”

         “You know it,” he beamed. “Extra shot, please? Finals are coming up.”

         “Don’t remind me,” you groaned. Once the brunet paid for his drink, tipping as usual, you set about concocting it.

         “Study buddies?” Lance inquired with a wiggle of his thin cinnamon brows. The two of you always prepped for midterms and finals together, though your benefits fell short. You always got distracted by his midnight blue eyes and sun-kissed skin, leading you conveniently forget every single chapter you quizzed each other on.

         “Of course,” you agreed without missing a beat. Failing finals was worth quality time with the boy you’d never admit your gay attraction to.

         “Awesome!” He shot you a toothy grin, and the butterflies that had been dancing in your abdomen exploded into homosexual confetti. You slid his drink across the counter with practiced ease, watching as he reached for it before you even fully released the cup. Your fingers brushed against his, and it felt like a thousand volts shot through your skin. You struggled to stifle a shiver, trying to keep your gay heart under control.

         Lance turned his back to you, holding his drink in one hand and his cell phone in the other. He tapped the screen to activate his camera before hoisting the device into the air, effectively capturing the both of you in the screen’s dimensions.

         “Say cheese!” the brunet declared, hardly giving you a chance to smile before he tapped the center button to snap the photo. Satisfied, he shoved his phone into his pocket and took a large swig of his beverage

         He moaned loudly in approval, and the noise traveled straight to your lower regions.

         “You’re the best, (y/n),” he stated. “My place after work?”

         You nodded. “I’ll be here. Need me to bring my books?”

         He offered you a sheepish chuckle, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Heh, yeah. I may have left mine in my locker today.”

         You rolled your eyes, a fond smile on your lips. Lance McClain was the epitome of unprepared.

         “See you later,” he said with a wink, shooting you one final finger gun gesture before spinning on his heel and sauntering out of the café. You chewed your lip, staring after him like a lost puppy.

           When you took your first break, you withdrew your phone from your pocket to peek at your notifications. It came as no surprise that Instagram was at the top of the list, alerting you that Lance had tagged you in a post. You unlocked your phone and tapped on the note, dropping your weight onto one of the metal folding chairs in the break room. Leaning back against it, your gaze was met with the photo Lance had taken earlier, displaying himself, his drink, and you in the background. Scrolling down, you allowed yourself to read the caption.

           Got to see this cutie again! Look how cute u are @username! Cant wait for our study sesh later!

         #caffeine #kalteneckers #bestbud #isnthecute? #shoulditellhim? #maybenexttime

           A blush dusted your cheeks at the compliment, and you reminded yourself that this wasn’t the first time Lance had posted flirty captions in your honor. What caught your attention, though, was the hashtags. What did “should I tell him?” mean? What did Lance want to tell you? Why wasn’t he telling it?

         Ten minutes rushed by as you pondered the brunet’s words, and with a sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your pocket, returning to the world of coffee beans and soy milk.

           Nearly a week later, finals had come to an end, and the student body breathed a collective sigh of relief. Lance had passed with flying colors, thanks to your tutoring, and you were grateful that his flirting hadn’t impacted your focus.

         You met up with Lance after his last test of the day, and his first instinct was to wrap you in a hug and lift you from the ground.

         “You’re the best!” he shrieked, squeezing his arms around you. You only hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was drumming.

         “How did you do?” you inquired once your feet regained contact with the floor.

         “I passed!” he beamed, taking your hands in his. “I passed everything!”

         You grinned, hoping he couldn’t feel how sweaty your palms were. “That’s amazing, Lance! I told you you were smart!”

         “Come on,” the brunet said as he draped an arm across your shoulders. “I’m taking you out for dinner to celebrate and to thank you.”

         “Oh, Lance, you don’t have to-“

         “Don’t even think about getting out of it,” he grinned. “I owe you. Without your help, I would have had to repeat the year!”

         You chuckled softly. “Well, I can’t have my best friend falling behind, now can I?”

         He led you outside to his cobalt blue Camaro, climbing into the driver’s seat while you slid into the other side. “Despacito” blared through the speakers as he drove to a nearby diner, one that the two of you were quite fond of.

         Your eyes danced across the sign that read Vrepit Sal’s Diner, and your heart warmed at the familiarity. Every year, the two of you would come to the diner to celebrate after passing midterms and finals. Lance led you inside, keeping his arm around you. The owner, Sal, waved as you entered, calling for you to sit anywhere you preferred. You followed the lean brunet to his favorite booth by the window, sliding in across from him.

         Sal approached with your favorite drinks, already knowing what the two of you would order. You had spent so many lunches at the diner, it was a wonder why neither of you worked there.

         As Sal shuffled away to prepare your food, Lance rose from his seat. You watched him with curious eyes as he gestured for you to slide further into your side of the booth. You complied, watching as he slid down beside you.

         “Selfie time!” he declared, and you laughed. You really should have seen it coming. You plastered on the calmest smile you could as Lance opened his camera, holding it at arm’s length in front of you. You rested your head on his shoulder, and with a grin, he placed his head on yours, winking at the lens. The picture snapped, and a moment later, Lance returned to his side of the booth, leaving you feeling a draft.

         His thumbs typed furiously at his phone, no doubt uploading the photo to Instagram. You sipped at your drink while you waited, knowing you would be tagged in the post and alerted when it was viewable.

         Your phone dinged, and you picked it up to check the notification. Sure enough, Instagram had informed you of a tag from Lance, and you clicked it open. On your screen sat the photo of you, edited via a bright filter, and you scrolled down to read the caption.

           Look at him!!! Isnt he adorable??? Lunch at vrepit sals!

         #lunch #yummy #vrepitsals #bestbud #cutiepie #imacoward

           Your brows furrowed in confusion at the tags, and you glanced up to question Lance about them. Sal returned with two plates of food, setting one in front of each of you. Aloud, you thanked him, but in your head, you cursed his interruption. The brunet was a disaster when asked to focus on two things at once, and as much of a chatterbox as he was, food always won out over anything else.

         With a sigh, you ate your lunch, missing the longing gaze in those midnight blue eyes sitting across from you.

           Another week passed, and prom night was fast approaching. Garrison High was buzzing with excitement as boys and girls alike gushed over who they were going with and what they were wearing.

         The only person you wanted to ask you was your best friend, and only saw you as such. If he didn’t ask you, there wasn’t a point in attending.

         “Hey, (y/n),” came Lance’s familiar voice. Classes had ended for the day, and you were ready to go home and escape all of the prom talk.

         “Hey, Lance,” you greeted, offering him a weak smile.

         “You going to prom?” he questioned.

         You shook your head. “I doubt it.”

         He frowned. “Why not? Has anyone asked you?”

         “Nobody I’m interested in,” you shrugged. “I don’t really want to go with someone I don’t like, and the person I like hasn’t-“ You cut yourself off, a blush on your cheeks.

         “The person you like?” the brunet grinned slyly. “You never told me you were crushing on someone.”

         “It’s nothing,” you sighed. “He… He’d never be interested in me.”

         Lance raised a brow, and you failed to catch the hopeful gleam in his eye. “He? Why not? Is he not into guys?”

         “He is,” you countered, “I just don’t think he’s into me.”

         Before Lance could question further, you spun on your heel and fled from the building. Any more questions and the Cuban would have figured out you were talking about him, and you couldn’t bear to face him when he pieced it together.

           The night before prom, you were sitting in your room. A show you’d long since ceased paying attention to played on the TV, but your eyes were glued to your phone. You had been texting a couple of people about prom, letting them gush to you about how excited they were. You wished them the best of luck, and carefully changed the subject when they asked why you weren’t going. No one knew of your crush on Lance, so you didn’t have to deal with any pitying texts.

         An Instagram notification popped up, and you quirked a brow. Lance had tagged you in yet another post. You almost didn’t want to check it, tired of trying to decipher his vague but intriguing hashtags.

         Curiosity got the better of you, and you clicked on it. You nearly choked at the sight that met your eyes, not daring to believe it.

         In the photo was Lance, his torso hidden behind a notebook that he held up to the camera. Written on the notebook was your name, along with, “Go to prom with me?”

         You scrolled down to the caption, your free hand clasping over your mouth in disbelief.

           This isnt quite how I intended to tell u, bestie, but ive been crushing on you 4ever. I know im a flirt but around u I just get so shy and flustered, and I cant think of a single pickup line. U deserve better than that anyway. @username will u go to prom with me?

         #pleasesayyes #promnight #bestie #bestbud #boyfriendsmaybe?

           Biting your lip to keep your grin from breaking your face, you tapped the comments section and typed out a reply.

           You dork! I’ve been waiting forever for this! When I said I would only go with the guy I liked, I was talking about you. Of course I’ll go to prom with you!

           When prom night arrived, many selfies were taken. During one, you stole a kiss, pleasantly surprising your brown-haired date. When he uploaded the photos to Instagram, he was back to his usual flirtatious self, but with one key difference in his captions.

         You were no longer #bestbud. You were now referred to as #bestboyfriend.

#voltron #lance mcclain #lance mcclain x reader #reader insert #male reader

[axiumin]

BTS Reaction | Meet-Cute

I was initially going to post some hurt/comfort, but I decided to get into the Valentine’s spirit instead. So here’s some lighthearted BTS fluff I whipped up for y’all. Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies!

It may not have been the most expected way to meet your special someone, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Jin

Look, when you first enrolled in this cooking class, you just wanted to learn how to make a bomb-ass risotto.

You never expected to make an enemy in the process.

The handsome bastard decided to set up shop at the workbench next to yours, and after the very first time he smirked at you and called out a smug “Don’t you think you should dice your onion smaller?”, you knew it was game on.

Even as you carefully cut your onion into smaller pieces, you eyed the man’s station critically, waiting for some fault to point out.

“Don’t let your rice burn,” you called snidely, smirking when the man cursed under his breath and turned back to his pot, giving it a quick stir.

A moment later, the smirk melted off your face when you heard him call, “Are you really going to add that much wine? Try not to give anyone alcohol poisoning.”

You grumbled and carefully poured some of the wine from your measuring cup back into the bottle.

The rest of the class continued like this, with the two of you taking turns nit-picking each other’s technique. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the bite in your tone turned into something more playful and teasing (perhaps, upon reflection, it was around the second time you stirred in extra broth), but somehow, by the end of class, you and that handsome stranger were standing companionably beside your respective risottos.

“Not gonna lie, that actually looks pretty good,” you said, eyeing the steaming bowl of risotto in front of him.

The man cracked a smile. “I was just about to say that about yours. How about we taste test?”

Before you could even nod in agreement, the man dipped a spoon in his bowl of risotto and held it up in front of your mouth. “Careful,” he warned, “it’s still hot.”

Mindful of the steam coming off the spoon, you carefully moved forward and took a bite. It was creamy, complex, and complete with the salt bite of good parmesan. In short, it was perfect.

You closed your eyes and hummed appreciatively. When you opened your eyes, you saw the man grinning at you, cheeks dusted with a light pink.

“Well?” he asked eagerly.

“Delicious,” you said honestly.

After just a moment’s hesitation, you picked up a spoon and scooped up a bit of your own risotto, holding it out for the man to taste just as he had for you. He looked at you, clearly surprised.

“Your turn,” you said as way of explanation, feeling your face warm.

It was his turn to hum in appreciation as he chewed, clearly enjoying the taste. As he swallowed, he looked between the food and you.

“You know,” he said, sly smile playing at his lips, “I think we make a pretty good team. What do you say we try cooking together again sometime? My place?”

You grinned. “I’ll bring the wine.”

Suga

“You’re not stealing that, are you?”

You looked up at the sound of the lazy drawl, your eyes as wide as saucers. Your hands froze where they were fussing with the lock on your bike chain.

The owner of the voice was an admittedly handsome man who was currently looking at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh! I, uh,” you stammered uselessly, quickly yanking your hands away from your bike. “No!”

Above you, the guy crackled a small smile. “Relax, I’m not about to snitch. I just wanted to make sure it was yours before I offered to help.”

“Help?” you parroted.

He nodded at your bike chain. “It’s stuck, isn’t it? You’ve been struggling with it for a couple of minutes now.”

Your cheeks colored; you hadn’t expected anyone to notice you. Still, you were grateful to this stranger for offering to help. You sighed and rose to your feet, gesturing helplessly at the bike.

“I think the lock’s jammed. The key doesn’t even go in fully, and I can’t get it to open.”

The man nodded thoughtfully as you spoke. “Let me give it a try.”

He sank to a kneel beside your bike and pulled his backpack off his shoulder so he could rifle around in it. To your surprise, he produced a small box that seemed to contain— lockpicks? The man glanced up at you and registered your surprise with a brief uptick of the corner of his mouth.

“It’s a long story,” he said. You didn’t press him for details, and he just got to work fiddling with the lock.

You watched with rapt attention as he worked. You couldn’t see the fine details of what he was doing, but he wore a focused look on his face as he worked his tools into the keyhole. After a few minutes, you heard a quiet click as the lock popped open.

“That should do it,” the man said, quickly packing his tools up and pushing up to his feet. He handed you the tiny padlock with a smirk. “I’d get another lock if I were you. Can’t guarantee that this one won’t jam on you again.”

“Thank you so much,” you gushed, happily tugging the chain from around your bike and tucking it and the lock away in your bag. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come by.”

The man shrugged. “I’m sure you would have managed.” He eyed you for a moment before adding, “But, if you’re worried this might happen again, maybe we should exchange numbers.”

You stopped tugging at your bike and looked up in surprise. The man’s cheeks were tinted a faint pink, but he didn’t look away from you. You smiled slowly.

“I think I’d like that…” you trailed off slightly.

“Yoongi,” the man offered.

“Y/N,” you replied.

After quickly exchanging numbers, Yoongi hefted his backpack on his shoulder and took a step back. “Guess I’ll see you around, then.”

You watched him turn away and gnawed on your lip, internally debating with yourself. Finally, you came to a decision and called after him. “Hey!”

Yoongi stopped and turned back to you, eyebrows raised in question.

"It looks like I might have stolen something today after all," you said, ignoring the blush that warmed your cheeks.

Yoongi's lips twitched with the hint of a smile. "Oh? And what's that?"

"Your heart!" you cried with a wink.

You turned and quickly pedaled away on your bike, Yoongi's delighted laugh ringing behind you.

J-Hope

“Don’t look now, but Mr. Ready-For-The-Catwalk is coming our way,” murmured your coworker.

Despite her warning, your head immediately popped up, and you scanned the crowd. It didn’t take you long to pick his face out from the throng of afternoon mall-goers.

Sure enough, he was dressed as sharply as ever, from the shock of color of his animal-print blazer to the tailored cut of his pants that never failed to draw your eyes down the long lines of his legs. You’d heard that he worked at one of the high-end fashion boutiques in the mall, and even though you felt utterly shabby in comparison at your stingy little overlooked kiosk, you couldn’t help but admire him every time he passed you by on his way to work.

“Are you finally going to talk to him today?” your coworker asked, the teasing lilt of her voice snapping you out of your reverie.

You tore your eyes away from his legs with a blush and snorted.

“Oh? And what am I supposed to do? Try to sell him moisturizer?”

She shrugged. “That, or you could just give him your number instead.” She cast a glance over your shoulder and smirked. “But either way, make up your mind quickly.”

You gulped and looked over your shoulder and jumped when you realized when he was right beside you. His lips curled up in an easy smile, and, oh boy, he really was pretty, wasn’t he? And, oh god, was he opening his mouth to say something to you?

“Hello,” he said, and oh, those were dimples, and suddenly you were struggling to remember how to talk like a normal person.

“Moisturizer,” you blurted. Nailed it.

His smile faltered, replaced by confusion. “I— what?”

Behind you, you heard your coworker let out a world-weary sigh.

“Uh, I mean. I, uh, sell. Moisturizer,” you stuttered, face growing miserably hot as you spoke. You were sure your face was an impressive shade of red.

“Oh,” he said, blinking slowly. “I, uh. I actually knew that. I walk past here every day, you know.” He was smiling a bit now, even though he still looked puzzled. “You’re not going to try to sell me moisturizer, are you?” he asked, a soft teasing lilt to his voice.

You sighed and ran a hand over your face. “No, sorry.”

He chuckled. “That’s good. Because it was either that or give me your number, right? I was kind of hoping for the number.”

You sputtered and looked over your shoulder at your coworker, who was suddenly perfectly preoccupied with rearranging jars of product. You turned back to look at the man, who was smiling cheerfully at you now.

“My name’s Hoseok, by the way,” he said, offering a hand.

You shook his hand, and his smile only grew.

“So, how about that number?”

RM

It was the perfect day to relax in the park.

The sun was shining cheerfully overhead, birds were singing sweetly in the trees, children were shrieking with laughter as they played, a cyclist was peddling straight at a curb—

You bolted up from your seat when you saw the cyclist tumble straight over his handlebars and promptly eat shit in the grass.

Before you could think twice, you rushed over to his side. He was just pushing himself into a seated position when you knelt by his side.

“Aw, shit, that looked like a nasty spill. Are you okay?” you asked, hands fluttering as you looked him over for injuries.

The man looked up at you and blinked behind large glasses that rested crookedly on his face. You reached out and straightened the frames for him, and you saw his cheeks color when his eyes focused on you.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” he said, ducking his head bashfully.

You hummed and squinted at him as you examined him closely. He was rumpled and blushing, but he didn’t seem to have so much as a scrape on him— and what a good thing, too, for you noticed that his face was really quite lovely, and it’d be a shame if he’d managed to hurt it in the fall.

You hummed again, feeling your own face warm a bit. “Here, let me help you up.”

You easily rose to your feet and offered your hands out for him to take. He hesitated, looking between your face and your hands, before finally accepting the hand up. Once he was fully standing, you realized that he was tall and cute, and you felt your cheeks warm even more. You tore your gaze away before you could get caught staring at him, and your eyes landed on his bicycle, which was noticeably dented and scratched.

“Does this happen often?” you asked, nodding at the bike. That kind of damage couldn’t have happened from just this one fall.

He followed your gaze to the bike and dipped his head bashfully. “Oh, uh, sometimes,” he admitted.

You chewed on your lip for a moment, considering. Then, with more bravery than you felt, you said, “Well, maybe you need a riding partner.”

He blinked and looked at you with surprise. “Huh?”

You shrugged, aiming for casual. “You know, someone to help keep an eye out for you. Make sure you don’t have another nasty spill.”

He seemed to catch on, his lips slowly curling into a lovely smile that showed off his dimples. “Are you offering?”

“Only if you’re accepting my offer,” you shot back, smiling in return.

He chuckled. “You know, I think I’d like that.”

Jimin

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit too competitive?” your friend asked. 

“Maybe once or twice,” you murmured distractedly. You didn’t even look back at your friend, your eyes instead fixed on the guy who was fucking shredding it on the DDR machine.

He’d been at it for almost thirty minutes now. You’d been hovering somewhere near the air hockey table when he first walked in, casually rested his jacket and water bottle against the railing of the machine, and then proceeded to move his feet like his life depended on it.

It didn’t take long for a small crowd to gather around him and watch with awed faces and phones held aloft as he struck every beat perfectly. You stayed back, watching him from a distance, trying— though, admittedly, not very hard— to quell the urge to go up there and show him what you’re made of.

Behind you, your friend sighed. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I’m gonna do it.”

As soon as the song ended, you made your move, gently pushing your way through the small crowd until you were standing by the man’s elbow.

“Hey,” you called above the din of the bubbly pop music. “Care for a challenge round?”

The guy turned to you, eyebrows raised in obvious surprise, and you realized with a start that the dude was low-key gorgeous, even with small beads of sweat dotting his hairline.

“If you think you’re up to it,” he said playfully, quirking his eyebrow.

You felt heat creep up your neck again, even as you grinned at him. “I am. Are you?”

With a fluid movement, you shed your own jacket, draping it over the railing alongside his. Then, with a couple of tokens in the machine and some brief deliberation over the song, you were ready to go.

The music started, and the arcade came to life with the sound of twin stomping. Beside you, the man moved with speed and precision, performing just as well as ever despite how fatigued he must have been. And you? Well, your feet were moving, that was for sure. You hands clutched the rail behind you, supporting your weight as your feet flailed out, hopelessly trying to keep up with the rush of arrows on the screen.

Even above the murmurs and stifled laughter of the small crowd, you were sure you could hear your friend smack his forehead.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the cute man glance your way and do a double-take as he registered your flailing. You chanced a look at him in return, and when you made eye contact, neither of you could help bursting into laughter.

Your feet finally halted their desperate kicking, and you leaned back against the railing, gasping for air from both your giggles and your exertion. Beside you, the man had also stopped moving in favor of smiling at you, heedless of the arrows that flashed past on his screen.

“Good game,” he called, sounding a bit breathless. “Care for a rematch sometime?”

You chuckled and pushed a lock of hair out of your face. “Definitely. Same time next week?”

“It’s a date.”

V

You were so busy trying not to be obvious about admiring how handsome the man was that you almost didn’t register when he spoke to you. It was only his expectant expression that jolted you out of your daydream about how soft his hair looked as it brushed against his cheekbones.

“Oh, uh.” Focus. The man needed help with directions, not for some rando to wax poetic about his face. “Right. Um, just go down this street for about two more blocks, then turn left. Keep going until you hit Main and then turn right. It should be down on your right.”

The man nodded as you spoke, brow furrowing and mouth pressing into a determined line as he tried to memorize your directions. “Straight, left, right?” he recited back to you.

With another confirmation and a quick thanks, the handsome man took off, and you shook yourself mentally and resolved not to continue to think about how his lovely eyes crinkled when he smiled at you. You forced all thoughts of him out of your head and went about your business.

Unfortunately, your business only lasted for all of ten minutes before you turned a street corner to find the same man approaching you with a bashful smile. He’d somehow managed to entirely forget the directions you gave him. You tried not to let your gaze linger on the lovely pink tinge of his cheeks when you pointed him in the right direction again.

When the man appeared in front of you again not even five minutes later, you were almost sure that he was messing with you.

“How do you get this lost?” you mused aloud.

The man shrugged, not even looking particularly concerned at this point. “It’s one of my more charming qualities.”

You snorted. If he called that charming, just how more charming could he get?

“Look, we’re not very far away. Why don’t I just walk you there?” you offered.

The man brightened. “Would you really do that for me?”

You shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Sure. I mean, you get to your destination and I get some peace of mind from knowing that you didn’t somehow managed to get lost within two blocks again. It’s a win-win.”

“Pragmatic! I like it,” he chirped, quickly falling in step with you.

As you walked, you exchanged pleasantries. You found out his name was Taehyung and that, surprisingly, he wasn’t new to the area; he just never got around to actually learning the streets. Or cardinal directions. In return, Taehyung asked you about your work, your hobbies, and pretty much any other smalltalk topic he could think of.

After a comfortable ten minute walk, the two of you came to a stop in front of your destination, a cheerful hole-in-the-wall cafe.

Taehyung halted right beside you, making no move to enter the cafe. “You want to know something?” he asked, still eyeing the cafe’s sign.

“What’s that?”

He turned to you with a hint of a smile. “Part of the reason I kept getting lost was because I was too busy admiring how cute you are to properly listen to your directions.”

You felt your face warm and knew you were blushing.

“So,” he continued, offering a hand. “Would you like to join me for lunch? My treat, for helping me find my way.”

You took his hand with a chuckle. “I can’t believe you just use the ‘I got lost in your eyes’ line on me,” you teased. 

Taehyung laughed. “I can’t believe it worked.”

Jungkook

All you wanted was some pasta.

You’d been craving it all day, enough that you ended up sitting alone on a barstool in the corner of your favorite restaurant, content to enjoy your delicious meal all by your damn self.

All you wanted was some pasta, and instead you got some dude just fucking staring at you.

You wondered if it even occurred to him to try to be subtle. Or if subtlety was even a concept to him. Either way, you felt the weight of his gaze on the side of your head every time you leaned in to take a bite of food.

Finally, after your fifth very self-conscious bite, you turned to look back at him. Immediately, his face snapped forward, eyes dropping to his plate. You watched, bemused, as a flush of red crept up his neck.

You leaned an elbow on the bar, propping your cheek on your hand as you settled in to openly watch the guy. He fidgeted under your stare, growing redder with each furtive glance in your direction. For almost five minutes, you simply sat there, watching him. And for five minutes, he continued to blush and fidget until it looked like he was about to wilt under your attention. It was a bit of a dick move, sure, but you were set to prove a point here.

Finally, you took mercy on him and broke your gaze, turning back to your food. You politely ignored his audible sigh of relief.

“So, what’s your name?” you asked, not even glancing in his direction. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him slowly turn to you.

“Jungkook,” he said at length.

You turned back to him with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m Y/N.”

The set of his shoulders relaxed and he returned your smile. “That’s a nice name,” he said in response, and, honestly, it would have been a bit lame if he weren’t so cute.

“Thanks. So, why were you staring at me?” You couldn’t help but grin, catlike, when you saw the blush return to his cheeks.

“Oh. I, uh, sorry. You’re just really cute,” he stuttered. To his credit, he managed to maintain eye contact with you as he said it. “Why were you staring at me?”

You shrugged lightly, grin staying in place. “You’re just really cute.”

Jungkook blinked. “Huh.” Slowly, his lips curled into a smile. “Well, do you maybe want to get dinner together sometime? Properly?”

You laughed, delighted. “Next time, let’s face each other so we can stare all we want.”

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts one shots #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop one shots #bts requests #kpop requests #jin #kim seokjin #bts jin #suga #min yoongi #yoongi #j hope #jung hoseok #hobi #rm #namjoon #kim namjoon #jimin #park jimin #v #bts v #kim taehyung #taehyung #jungkook

[runaway-horses]

Merry Christmas, Logan

Hello lovelies! This is my gift for @really-sleep-deprived-nerd as part of the 2018 Fanders Secret Santa! I hope you like it, I sure had fun writing it!

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff! Minor hurt/comfort, but really it’s all fluff. Google Translated Spanish.

Read on AO3 here!

Logan neatly stacked the papers on his desk and slipped them into their appropriate folders. His classroom was quiet, a rare occurrence given it was typically filled with the raucous sounds of high schoolers. He put all the folders in his briefcase and gave his classroom a final glance to ensure nothing was left behind before he left. While Logan would enjoy the break, he had to admit that he would miss his students.

Well. To a degree. Most of them.

Satisfied that he wasn’t leaving anything behind, he turned off the lights and shut the door, letting it lock behind him.

“Oh hey Lo-lo!” Logan couldn’t help but sigh at the sound of his flamboyant coworker. “Hello Remy.” He greeted, turning towards the voice. Remy was leaning against his own door, a mischievous grin on his face. “Oh girl, you look tense. Wanna grab drinks? Flirt with some cute guys?”

“Remy, you’re asexual. And in a relationship.” Logan deadpanned. Remy waved his hand dismissively. “So you’ve seen through my clever ruse to get you out. C’mon Lo, doesn’t your routine get boring?”

“Quite the opposite Remy, I find my schedule pleasant. And what makes you think I am lacking in companionship?” Before the art teacher could respond, Logan was already heading for the door. “Have a good break Remy!” He called over his shoulder, ignoring Remy’s spluttering.

•••

The drive home wasn’t long, really. 25 minutes. Logan would be home before it 6:00. It passed quickly, and before he knew it he was pulling up to his apartment.

When he opened the door to his empty apartment, he couldn’t help the pang of loneliness in his chest. He found himself wishing he had taken Remy up on his offer, if only for some company for the night. It wasn’t like he didn’t know he was coming home to an empty house, but...well.

He placed his bag on the kitchen counter and put the kettle on the stove to make himself some tea. As he waited for the water to boil, he unpacked his briefcase. He had assignments from his students to grade over the break, but not so many that his break would be strenuous.

He hadn’t assigned anything over the break other than asking his students to try to glance over their notes at some time. While he had enjoyed school when he was a student, he understood the need for breaks from the pressures of high school. He could only hope his coworkers hadn’t assigned too much work.

Once everything was out of his bag and on the kitchen table, vaguely organized by grade and  Logan already starting on a ninth grader’s paper, the kettle whistled loudly. Logan started slightly, before pulling it off the heat and pouring the boiling water into a mug with a tea bag already waiting in it.

He went back to the table with his mug in his right hand and the paper in his left, prepared to work away the loneliness pricking at his skin.

•••

And work he did. He had almost finished the stack of ninth grade papers before he looked at the clock and realized it was past eleven. It was then that he noticed how heavy his eyelids were, and how his neck ached from bending over the table for so long.

Logan stood up and stretched, feeling his back pop from the change of position. He poured out his (cold) cup of tea, and neatly stacked the marked papers on the corner of the table. Pleased with the amount of work he had completed, Logan looked forward to falling in bed and, hopefully, falling asleep quickly, before any unwelcome emotions found their way back into his thoughts.

His phone dinged from its spot on the table, and he opened it to see a text message from Roman.

From: Roman

oh my god

lo

logan

code rainbow

i repeat: code rainbow

shit lo he’s looking at me

Logan sighed and instead of attempting to decipher his texts, called his dramatic friend, who picked up almost immediately.

“Roman, where are you? What is ‘code rainbow’? Who’s looking at you?”

“Hay un chico lindo aquí y me está sonriendo! Logan, I’m too gay for this. I will die, right here, on this barstool, of a gay heart attack.” Logan rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. He could hear the loud music thumping on Roman’s end of the speaker. “I’m guessing you’re at a club?”

“As a matter of fact I am, and everything was fine until he decided to start staring at me with his gorgeous eyes and pretty lips and precious freckles! Like I said, this will be the end of me. It was nice knowing you, Pocket-Protector. Do me a favor and make sure they put “Too gay to function.” as cause of death or me.”

Rearranging himself so he was sitting on the couch, Logan pinched the bridge of his nose lightly.

“Roman, you are simply too dramatic for words,” Logan kept speaking as Roman made an offended noise from the other end of the call. “But I know you know how to flirt. Go dance with him, offer to buy him a drink, and tell me about it in the morning.”

“Logan, was that a compliment?” Logan cut him off as he could hear the glee in his friends voice. “Goodbye, Roman.”

“Now hang on here Microsoft Nerd-” But Logan hung up before Roman could finish, quite uninterested in whatever smug comment Roman had prepared.

Logan and Roman had known each other for years, and while their personalities clashed somewhat frequently, at the end of the day they enjoyed each other’s friendship and found the friendly banter to be fun.

And for as long as he had known him, Roman had been a notorious flirt, and his good looks and lovely Spanish accent made him quite popular among the single population of their town. And more importantly, he was a really great person, if a tad too dramatic for Logan’s taste.

Logan shifted on the couch to get more comfortable as he picked his phone back up. It was nearing midnight. He really needed to get to bed soon.

But surely it’d be ok if he sat there for a minute longer…

•••

Someone was moving him. There was cold air hitting his skin where the blanket fell away and even barely awake Logan could feel his neck aching.

“Mmnhh.” He moaned, expressing his displeasure with being disrupted.

He heard a warm chuckle. “It’s ok darling, it’s just me. You fell asleep on the couch, your neck is going to hurt if I let you stay here.” The familiar voice of his husband had a deep part of his soul settling down in peace and happiness.

“Virgil,” Logan sighed out, pushing into his embrace, still half asleep and not aware enough to be self conscious about his behavior. Virgil pushed his fingers into Logan’s hair gently, scratching at his scalp.

“Hey Lo.” Virgil’s voice was warmth, the calm familiarity of a loved one, the comfort of a hot drink during a cold day, warming you from your soul out. Logan wanted to pepper his face in kisses and sit up and talk with him, but sleep was pulling too heavily on him.

So he simply allowed himself to fold into Virgil’s body and drift back to sleep, content that he was here.

Before letting sleep reclaim him, he felt the gentle press of lips to the top of his head.

•••

Logan woke up in his bed, and was momentarily disoriented. Hadn’t he fallen asleep on the couch?

Then memories of last night came back to him, and he sat straight up, scanning the room for Virgil. He wasn’t in their room however, and Logan allowed himself a brief moment of disappointment that he had woken up alone, again, before getting out of bed to search the house for his husband.

He didn’t have to go far. Virgil was awake and moving around their kitchen with his back turned to Logan, who caught the scent of coffee in the air.

“Good morning Virgil,”

Virgil turned around and smiled at him, and Logan wasn’t one for emotions but damnit he had missed that smile. He felt small pricks in his eyes indicative of tears, and whatever emotion he was experiencing must have shown on his face because Virgil came forward and pulled him into a gentle kiss.

Home home home love warmth Virgil.

Logan sighed into the kiss, a happy little sound, and felt Virgil’s responding smile against his lips. Virgil started to pull back, and Logan made a noise of protest and put his hands on his face to keep Virgil where he was.

“Hello love,” Virgil said, disconnecting their lips to rest their foreheads together. Logan opened his eyes to look at Virgil and felt his heart give a little flutter.

“Hello,” Logan murmured, feeling his face flush at the pet name despite his best efforts. “Are you hungry?” Virgil enquired without pulling away from him.

“Yes, I am a little hungry,” Logan admits.

With another quick peck to his lips, Virgil pulls back to move whatever he was cooking off the heat. “There’s coffee in the pot.” Logan made a humming sound of appreciation and pulled two mugs out of the cabinet.

There’s a calm quiet in the kitchen as they move about their respective tasks, and Logan feels more content then he has in weeks.

They settle on the couch to eat, something they rarely do with Virgil’s need for cleanliness, but it seems unspoken that today they want to be as close as possible. They exchange coffee and plates and Logan smiles at the French toast and scrambled eggs that Virgil has prepared. He’s been eating mostly breakfast bars and cereal since his husband left.

It’s quiet for a bit as they eat their food, but eventually Logan is no longer hungry and has questions. “What are you doing home? I thought you’d be gone for another week at least.”

Virgil shrugged. “The editor that I went to meet wasn’t suited for the job. I discovered rather quickly that we wouldn’t work well together and wrapped up the interview. I caught the first flight out of L.A. and came home. I would’ve called but it was so last minute. Plus, I wanted to surprise you.” Virgil said the last part almost shyly, as if Logan could possibly take issue with him being home.

“Well I’m glad you’re home. I missed you rather badly,” Logan was loathe to admit just how much he had. He knew this trip had been necessary for Virgil’s job and he didn’t want to make his husband feel bad because he was lonely.

But Virgil knew anyway. He was always good at reading Logan.

“God, I missed you too Logan. So much. I’m not doing another of these trips for a while, ever, if I can help it.”

“But your books, your publicist, you can’t just stop-” Logan protested. “I can do whatever I like, I’m the writer.” Virgil cut him off. “Besides, I don’t even like these trips. You know how much I hate public speaking.”

Logan sighed. That was true, but he still felt a twinge of guilt at the relief that washed over him.

“Lo. I can hear you thinking,” “That is a scientific impossibility-” “You know what I mean you nerd.” Virgil pressed a kiss to his forehead. Logan quieted and smiled. “You’ll talk to Thomas?” “I will talk to Thomas,” Virgil confirmed. Logan gave a tiny nod and Virgil smiled.

“Now that that’s settled… Are you doing anything today? Cause I was hoping for a Netflix marathon. Oh wait, do you have school stuff to do? Stuff to grade?” Logan shook his head.

“I did quite a bit of grading last night. I don’t sleep very well in the empty bed so…” He trailed off

awkwardly and saw a pained look pass over Virgil’s face before his husband pulled him up into his lap. “I know darling, I’m so sorry it’s been so long,” Logan leaned contentedly into his warmth. “It’s okay, you’re here now.”

Virgil set his chin on top of Logan’s head after pressing a kiss to the soft hair.

“I am. And now I’m going to take a page out of Roman’s book and spend the next few days wooing you.”

“You don’t need to ‘woo’ me, you already have me.” Logan objected with no real bite, a smile hidden in his voice.

“You can’t argue your way out of this one Logan. I’ve made up my mind that I’m going to romance you for as long as you’ll tolerate it.”

Logan huffed out an annoyed breath, but the effect was slightly ruined by him burying himself in Virgil’s chest. He threaded his fingers in Logan’s hair and played with his hair as he queued up Netflix.

And, if he was being honest, watching his husband be ridiculously over the top for the next few days sounded quite nice.

As long as he was here in the warmth of their home, with the love of his life, Logan didn’t need anything else. It was perfect.

The end! Happy Holidays to everyone, and here’s to a better New Year!

-Athena

@secretsanders

#its christmas fluff YEET #i wanted to do something with an established relationship but if i had been so inspired i had ideas for a classic 'mistletoe kiss' #ah well #some other time #i hope theres not too many typos #i didn't see any but you never know #fanders secret santa #secret santa gift #secretsanders #secretsanders2018 #my writing #love athena #athena rambles

[pan-princess-levy]

coffee, flowers and ink

pairing: gajeel redfox/levy mcgarden/juvia lockser (gajevia) characters: gajeel redfox, levy mcgarden, juvia lockers rating: teen and up (for now) word count: 2070

summary:

it's rare for people to get more than one soulmates, but it seems levy is one of those cursed ones. there are two names written on her wrist - two people she had long ago given up hope to find. until she does. 

(compilation of interconnected oneshots set in the same universe. gajevia.)

a/n:

although this au was given birth to in a roleplay and is awfully fun to write (bailey have i said how much i love you) i decided to give it a go as a story, too, changing few smalls things. the tags are a mess and will be updated with every chapter/oneshot added

//

levy meets the two most beautiful people she had ever seen, and promptly falls for them. literally.

read also on AO3 here

Friday afternoon shifts were, by far, Levy's favorites.

There was something so comforting to the buzz of the multiple coffee machines around her while she practically danced around the tables and handed out people's orders. Her manager, Mirajane, found her excitement cute and sometimes put up her favorite songs just so she could dance along. It got her bigger tips, too, as most of the customers enjoyed her cheerfulness and the bright smiles she gave them.

Levy loved her job. She knew she was lucky to find herself a spot at the beginning of the school year, but luck (and, apparently, Lucy's charms) was on her side because Mirajane had hired her instead of half dozen more other students. The job was the best possible - compliant with her class schedule, with amazing coworkers, awesome boss. It was close to campus and to her apartment.

And it offered her discount on everything she bought. Including one free coffee per day.

And now, watching the students pour out of the campus, she felt very happy she had picked mostly morning classes.

The coffee shop slash bookstore's door opened, the small bell ringing softly. Out of habit, Levy lifted her head from the drink she was brewing. She often spent the free time in-between orders to study the customers and make up with funny stories about them. The staff usually competed who would come up with the most ridiculous one and her roommate, Cana, was usually the winner.

Only this time, instead of normal customers, the people who walked in were gods.

Levy watched, wide-eyed, as the two made their way to one of the tables by the window, the masculine-looking one pulling the feminine's chair for them and making them laugh. (A very cute and very beautiful laugh, she could listen to it for hours.) They seemed to comfortable with each other, that way she could never enjoy skinship. Her wrist felt strangely itchy.

Mirajane noticed the way she was staring and gently nudged her.

"Go take their order" the white-haired lady whispered to her, a knowing smile playing on the corner of her lips. "They're regulars. Don't be shy."

Easer said than done, Levy wanted to tell her, but only smiled and nodded before going around the counter, writing pad and pen tucked in her apron. She walked over to the table.

"Hello, my name is Levy." She smiled, doing her best not to embarrass herself in front of them. "What would you like to order today?"

The woman (god, Levy desperately hoped she wasn't misgendering anyone) smiled at her. She had long, straight hair dyed a shade or two darker than Levy's own wild curls and east asian features, matched with ungodly high cheekbones and the rosiest lips she'd ever seen. Her blue sundress shifted lightly when she leaned back into her seat, their eyes meeting.

"I would like a vanilla latte, no caffeine." Her voice had a light accent and sounded like a siren's song. "And... a straight black coffee."

Her partner let out a snort at the word straight, which made Levy's attention turn to him. He (please, she hoped those were the proper pronouns) was tall and muscular, with a long black hair tied into a ponytail and an array of small piercings. His features were a bit strange, but she found him unusually attractive. And handsome. Very handsome.

(God, please, kill her before she made a fool out of herself.)

"Add a bottle of water" he said, the low rumble in his voice sending shivers down her spine. "And someone of those homemade chocolate chip cookies."

Levy smiled gently and scribbled down their order, assuring them it would be done in a moment. She was off before she could embarrass herself any further, almost running behind the register.

Mirajane appeared awfully amused at the blush that spread over her face. She peered into the writing pad and called into the kitchen at the back to check the very last batch of cookies for the day, then got a small bottle from the nearby cooler.

"It wasn't that bad" she mused. "I didn't see you fall."

"I hope no one saw me blush" Levy murmured, then focused on the latte she was supposed to be brewing.

"Is it just today, or you always act weird around beautiful people?" Mira asked, setting down the tray next to her.

Levy groaned softly, remembering how she had promptly embarrassed herself in front of her boss when they met one month ago. She looked at her wrist, covered by a simple cloth band. She could always tell her about the itching, but... No. Mira was awfully romantic (half the books around the shelves were cheesy but cute romance novels), she would go out of her way and suggest something... or pity her. Levy didn't know which was worse. People always pitied her. She hated it.

She pitied herself well enough, thank you.

A small commotion pulled her attention from the mug in her hands and Levy watched as a customer apologized over and over for the drink they had accidentally spilled. Lisanna, another barista - and Mirajane's younger sister - reassured them everything was alright while wiping away the mess on the floor. Such nice customers might have been rare in most places, but not here. Mira's small coffee shop was the only one around campus that served actually good drinks and had nice staff, not to mention free Wi-Fi and all sorts of books to read about.

Besides, no one wanted to get on Mira's bad side.

Levy smiled at the heart she had drawn and set the mug down on the tray. The heart was, of course, because it was cute. Not any other special reason. She thanked Elfman, their baker - and Mira's younger brother - for the cookies and picked the tray, then walked towards her customers' table, making sure to circle the slippery part of the floor where the drink had been spilled.

The two were talking in hushed voices when she approached, so Levy did her best to tune out the conversation on order to give them some sort of privacy. The blue-haired lady was going rapidly, excitement in her voice, while her partner listened with a light frown on his face. They both stopped once she appeared on their table and set down their order.

"Thank you" the lady said with her sweet voice and smiled at her while the man grabbed one of the cookies and bit into it. Levy felt something flutter in her chest. "Did you make this heart? It's beautiful."

Levy nodded, relishing the praise of her coffee-making skills. She could feel her heart going faster and desperately hoped she wouldn't blush too much.

"Is there anything else I can get you, miss... um..." She gripped the tray to her chest.

"Juvia." The blue-haired lady's smile only widened. "And that here is Gajeel, but he's too busy stuffing his face with cookies to notice us."

"Miss Juvia." A pretty name for a pretty girl, she thought, feeling warmth fill her up. Levy smiled back at her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Alright. Just... um..."

"I got it." She laughed lightly, her face lighting up from the inside. "We don't need anything right now, but I'll be sure to call you later. Just in case. I would love to talk some more with someone as sweet as you."

Levy nodded. Her ears were beginning to burn, but she found it hard to look away from her smile. She bowed her head lightly to them, then turned around in her heel. A happy grin bloomed over her face, pulling at the edges of her lips.

Did she... flirt with me?

Distracted as she was, she ended up knocking her hip into one of the tables and almost losing her balance. From behind the register, Mira let out a soft sigh. Levy smiled bashfully at her, gripping the tray to her chest. At least she didn't fall or break anything... well, this time.

She didn't notice where exactly this table was until it was too late.

Then she took a step back, slipped, and fell down on the hard floor.

The trail clattered on the floor next to her. Pain shoot up her leg and Levy clutched it tightly, crying out. It... it hurt so much... The back of her head was throbbing and when she tried tilting it backwards, she sobbed. It hurt so much... Tears of pain filled her eyes.

Someone gasped in the background. The sound of few pair of feet coming towards her followed. A warm hand touched her forehead and Levy tried leaning into the comforting caress. At first she thought it would have been Mira, but her hands were smaller and softer. This hand was large and calloused, yet still gentle. Finger gently touched the back of her head and she cried out in pain.

“Fuck… she hit her head.” The voice was male and rough. It was familiar, but she couldn’t figure out. “Pretty bad… There’s blood…”

There was a small sob in the background. Levy struggled to open her eyes, but even then her vision was blurred, spots dancing in her eyes. There was a large blurb of color right in front of her with the vague features of someone’s face – she saw brown and black and small shiny dots. Further in the back two other spots, one white and one blue, were standing close, whispering something.

“H-h-hurts” Levy gasped out. Tears trickled down her cheeks. The person wiped them away.

“It’s going to be alright” they told her, carefully picking her and setting her on one of the tables. Something soft was placed under her head and Levy winced. “Call an ambulance.”

People were standing up and talking and moving and all the sound made her head throb. The person who’d helped her growled and after a while, the sounds disappeared.

“What are you standing there for?!” he yelled angrily, making Levy flinch. Anger scared her. “Go and call the fucking ambulance! Right fucking now!”

Someone’s steps moved away, almost running. Seconds later another person appeared in her blurry vision. Blue. Blue hair. Pretty. Cool, gentle hands touched her face. The rough voice from before cursed something. Fingers touched her injured ankle and Levy cried out loudly.

“It’s all going to be alright.” The hands wiped her tears. “It’s all going to be alright…”

For a second her vision cleared a bit. Levy recognized the pretty blue-haired lady from before. Juvia, her name was Juvia. Her face was contorted in a sad expression, worry in her deep eyes. It felt wrong. She should be smiling and laughing. Not worrying.

“You’ll be alright” she whispered gently, trying to smile. Levy felt so bad for upsetting her. “Your boss closed and called for doctors… You’ll be alright, I promise you…”

“I… I will…?” Talking was hard. She felt so tired. She wanted to sleep.

“Yes, yes, you will be.” Juvia took her hands gently and laced their fingers tightly. Juvia. Such a pretty name. “Just stay with us.”

“Keep talking to her, Juvia” the male voice – his name was Gajeel – said, moving the soft thing under her head a bit. “Keep her conscious.”

Levy struggled to stay awake. She knew she shouldn’t close her eyes, no matter how tired she was. Juvia gently caressed her hands and wrists. If she wasn’t crying in pain, it would have been so nice… But it worked well enough to distract her from the worse.

“My… wrist… itching…” Something told her she probably shouldn’t have said that, but the small itch was beginning to burn. She wanted it to go away, to stop. “Please…”

Cool fingers gently removed the band she had on her wrist and the burning sensation disappeared. Levy felt her caress the sensitive skin there.

She heard her gasp and grip her hand tightly, saying something to Gajeel frantically but her mind refused to register the words.

The last thing Levy remembered before everything turned black was the sound of siren in the distance and lips gently pressing to her temple.

(It was many hours later, when she woke up in the hospital with Juvia’s head resting on her thighs, fingers clutching hers tightly, and Gajeel speaking softly on the phone in the far corner of the room when Levy understood. She found them... No. They found her.)

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[itbeajen]

I. Like. You. | Midoriya Izuku

i. warm "Hello! Welcome, you can take a seat at that table right there!" Midoriya brightly greeted the new customer and you were startled by the warm welcome. It was way too early in the morning, and you wanted to be as productive as possible, so you had left your apartment flat in order to study at a cafe. "G-Good morning," you greeted back, and Midoriya's smile brightened even more. Was that even possible?! With both hands, he points you in the direction of the table and you gently take a seat before pulling out all your work load. It wasn't until about after a few minutes after settling in that you hear a soft clearing of the throat and you looked up to see the green haired male again. He gives you a soft smile and asked, "Would you like something to drink? Or a snack to help you start the day?" "Uhm," you glanced at the untouched menu, and he offered, "We have coffee and tea, and our current drink of the week is any variation of the midnight mint mocha. Would you like to try it?" "Sure!" You give him a weak smile, and he chuckled, "Busy morning?" You nodded and sighed, "Yeah, my company's been piling a lot of work on me. Especially my boss, but I guess there's not much I can do about that." You paused and then your eyes widened, "Oh! I'm so sorry for rambling!" "No, it's fine," Midoriya responded and he laughed, "I hope our coffee shop can help you relax." You barely managed to mumble a thank you before he walked away. But a small part of you couldn't help but feel a lot happier and warmer after the short interaction with the bright waiter. ii. bliss "Welcome back, [L/N]-san!" "It's good to be back, Midoriya-kun!" you brightly greeted. You made your way to the usual table and you sighed contently as Midoriya brought out the usual. The fond smile on your lips made him mirror your features, and he asked, "Good day today?" You nodded, and answered, "It's absolutely great. I got a promotion today." The giggle that leaves your lips makes him smile brightly and he happily stated, "Congratulations on your promotion!" "Thanks!" your bright answer was filled with happiness and unadulterated cheer. When the eye smile that caused crinkles to appear at the corners of your eyes slowly faded and your warm hues were staring directly at Midoriya, the boy couldn't help but feel his heart swell with pride and joy. After all, knowing that he was able to bring a smile to our face and lift your spirits always put a smile on his face. It was these peaceful and cheerful moments with you that made it feel like he was walking on cloud nine. "Ah, and," your face was tinged pink, and Midoriya paused before walking away, "I think I've fallen in love with someone."

iii. confusion Upon hearing your confession of being in love, Midoriya couldn't help but interested. He wonders what kind of person it was to attract someone like you. You were an amazing person, one that could be as sweet as honey, but also sass someone who's clearly gotten on your bad side. You were also extremely humble and modest. Sometimes he doesn't even know if you see the greatness that he sees in you. "Midoriya," Todoroki's voice causes him to look up from polishing the cup and the dual haired male tilted his head slightly and nodded at the cup, "You've been polishing that for the past five minutes. Is there something on your mind?" "E-Eh?!" Midoriya almost let go of the cup in surprise, but thankfully he didn't. Both him and Todoroki let out a breath of relief and Midoriya sheepishly smiled, "I was just thinking of the idea of love." "Ah," Todoroki mumbled, but Midoriya noticed the way his friend's eyes seemed to daze off into the distance and he smirked, "Thinking of a certain someone?" "She's the first person I think of whenever we broach that topic," Todoroki softly admitted. There was a fond smile on his lips and Midoriya asked, "When did you realize that you liked her romantically?" There was a pause, and Midoriya immediately apologized, "Sorry! That was a bit rude! I was just curious! After all, I'm just- I've never been- So I wanted to know if-" "I was jealous of her interacting with Kirishima," Todoroki admitted, and the red-haired male whipped his head around quickly, "No way. You were jealous of me?" "Well, her routine changed and she wasn't my regular anymore, so after observing her, I came to realize I was always feeling discomfort whenever Kirishima was near her." "Possessive much?" Kirishima laughed, and then stopped upon receiving a reprimanding scoff from Todoroki, "As if you aren't. You were as possessive over your girlfriend as I am with mine." "I am not." "You are," Todoroki ended the conversation by turning back to Midoriya and he rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know if I'm the right person to be saying this, but I think if you do like someone, you'd just want them to be happy." "Couldn't have said it better myself, man!" Kirishima joined in as he walked past with a tray of orders. He glanced back and he said, "I hope you two don't slack off while thinking of your partners!" Todoroki fondly rolled his eyes, and he gently patted Midoriya's shoulder, "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon." Just want them to be happy.. Midoriya idly thought. The first image that appeared was your smiling face, and immediately he felt a rush of blood to his face and he quickly shook his head. I need to focus on my job. I'll think about this later. Think about this later. He paused, and a small smile flickers across his visage. But a smile on her face does make her look even prettier. iv. confirmation "Good morning! Welcome to-" "Morning Izuku-kun!" you brightly greeted and his greeting faltered at the pure happiness you exuded and he managed to return your greeting, "M-Morning [L-" You pointedly pouted and he corrected himself, "Morning [F/N]-san." You let out a small sigh, but the smile on your face lingers. "I guess '[F/N]-san' is better than nothing." "Ahaha, it's hard to change the way I call you. It's always been [L/N]-san." "Mm, but we're good friends, aren't we Izuku-kun?" He immediately nodded and you smiled, "Then we should be on first name basis!" "I-" "Come on now, it's not that hard," you laughed as you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, but then quickly removed it to wave away your comment, "But I won't force you to change it. It's your personality after all." And it's why I fell in love with you in the first place. Your smile is bright, and Midoriya walks you over to your table and asked, "Would you like the usual?" You nodded and he smiled, "I'll be back then." He made his quick escape and he could feel his heart beat racing. The spot where your hand rested against his shoulder was tingling and it felt warm. It was your warmth. He couldn't help but feel the blood rush to his face as he blushed. I know we're good friends and all. And we talk to each other on the phone often. And we even meet up outside of work and the coffee shop. But that was the first time she actually initiated contact with me. And it wasn't an accident!? It was actual contact?! SHE TOUCHED MY SHOULDER?! Her hand is so small and I wonder.. how would it fit with my hands? NO. NO. I can't go there. I don't even- He paused, and his expression changed from a blushing school boy to one of enlightenment. Oh my god, do I like- "Midoriya," Todoroki called his name, snapping him out of his mental ramble and his friend frowned, "Are you okay? You're practically smoking." Kirishima nodded in agreement and before he was able to mention anything, Bakugou walked past him and muttered, "If you've finally realized how dense of an idiot you are, just confess already." "C-c-c-c-c-con- con- CONFESS?!" Midoriya squeaked. It was almost loud enough for people outside of the kitchen and bar area to hear. But thankfully only his coworkers heard, and Kirishima looked at Bakugou in awe. "What a man. I bet he confessed straight forward when he-" "SHUT UP HEDGEHOG HAIR." Kirishima laughs off Bakugou's explosive comment and then turned to his green haired friend. With a small smile he said, "Just think about it you know. If [L/N]-san really is the one then.. just go for it. What's there to lose?" "Friendship," Todoroki pointed out, and then turned to Midoriya and reassured him, "But I do believe it would be okay. She seems to like you quite a lot too. She only ever talks about you when she's here and you're not." "S-She does?!" Midoriya's blush further increased and Todoroki nodded. Maybe.. Maybe I do like her. No. No. Midoriya glanced over at you. The way your hair shimmered in the sunlight made his heart do flips and he sighed. I definitely like her. What do I do? v. confessions This isn't how I pictured myself confessing. Midoriya internally groaned and panicked upon meeting your flushed face. He wasn't sure if it was your fever or if you were actually blushing, but gods were you adorable. The way your tried to hide your face with your hair or behind a pillow, it didn't work, but you were just too cute. He nervously swallowed and then mumbled, "I uhm, really like you." "I'm not delusional from my fever am I?" you asked and then gently reached out for his hand that was resting on your bed sheets. "You like me?" He frantically nodded, and then he panicked upon seeing tears well up at the corners of your eyes and he stuttered, "A-Are you okay?! Did I say something wrong?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to confess like that! I mean- I was going to tell you! But I wasn't sure! And I didn't want to lose a friend! And I just- I mean, you were so cute so I- WAIT I MEAN-" "You really like me?" you asked again, and he slowly nods his head and you slowly mumbled, "I.. I like you too." "You like me?!" Midoriya parroted. There was a short moment of silence, and then the two of you burst into laughter. You nodded your head, and you mumbled, "I do. I like you.. a lot." Your eyes were fluttering close, and Midoriya stood up as soon as he noticed you slumping forward. Your breathing had evened out again and he sighed in relief when you were just exhausted, and most likely burnt out from the whole situation. He slowly lowers you back onto the bed, and then tucks you in. His hands gently frame your cheeks and he whispered, "I like you, [F/N]. So get better soon." vi. like you "Girl, stop staring at him like that." You looked away from Midoriya and glanced over to your friend and rolled your eyes playfully and mumbled, "Whatever, soon-to-be Ms. Bakugou." "H-Hey!" she flushed and mumbled, "That was a low blow. And I don't want to hear that from you when you and Midoriya are getting married." "H-Hey! You can't do that either! That's unfair!" "Uh-huh, sure," your friend rolled her eyes and then mumbled, "We barely got engaged last night, give me time to get used to it." "Mhm, sure, whatever you say," you laughed as you played with the golden band on your left hand. Your friend gives you a warm smile and murmured, "I'm happy for the two of you. You guys are so cute and happy together." "T-Thanks," you shyly mumbled and she laughs, "Don't pick up his muttering habit though, okay?" "Okay," you laughed as you watch Midoriya clock out. You stood up and your friend waves good-bye. Midoriya watches you, his eyes lit with happiness and pure adoration for you and he teased, "Someone looks happy today." "Mhm!" He waited and you smiled, "I was talking about you." "About me?" There was a nod and you teased, "Would you like to know what I said?" He nodded and you leaned up to whisper into his ear, "It was about how much I like you, Izuku-kun."

#jenbean writes #midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #deku #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #coffee shop au #fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #todoroki shouto #reader insert #bnha reader insert #kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugou

[teddybat24]

The idea just hit me when I was taking my afternoon nap, so here we go.

[Spacedogs] When your good friend is helping you moving in but you’re making out with your lover

Adam was sitting on Nigel, his hands were on Nigel’s front arms and hips on Nigel’s laps but Harlan was helping him settled into the observatory.

He wanted to stand up to help Harlan, but a hand pulled him back to a warm hug and settled down on his waist. Adam looked back and said, “Shouldn’t we help Harlan?”

Nigel gave him a smirk and replied, “oh no sweetheart, leave it to Uncle Harlan, he knows what’s best for you.”

As if the answer was satisfied for the young man, he moved to find a comfortable position to lean back, and he found it between Nigel’s neck and the collarbone.

Harlan, who was walking through the hall and talked back, “Yeah, yeah there’s barely shelves and covers here. Thought you might want some privacy. And what're all the potted plants here?” 

“They’re Aloe. My coworkers gave them to me as gifts to celebrate I move in.“ Adam sat up straight to speak out his mind as usual. 

Suddenly, a warm breath breathed upon Adam’s back neck, Nigel’s forehead was buried in Adam’s hair that tickled the young man and made him giggled.

Nigel tightened his hug and hummed while sniffing along Adam’s neckline and down to his jawline. Adam’s reaction mostly was plain but when it came to joy and ecstasy they were the best.

The breath moved to the clavicle, and Adam couldn't help but lift his chin and closed his eyes as a welcome to Nigel’s touch. 

Adam could feel Nigel scented around his neck again and back to his ear as if his hair was slicking by Nigel’s nose. It’s a weird pleasure that Adam wasn’t familiar with. It always made him shivered from brain to toes. 

As the hug tightened inch by inch, Adam could felt Nigel’s scent was all around him, oh he liked his scent, although he didn’t like him smoking and drinking, he liked the mixture of them. This was probably what people said about being addicted was, you hated it and you loved it as well. 

At this particular moment, Adam Raki found that he was addicted to Nigel.

Nigel could tell that Adam was trying to hold back his voice while trembling in his arm, he could felt the young man’s heart fluttering between them, almost polite. 

He deepen his voice and spoke into Adam’s ear, “ Pentru mine, ești mai presus de orice pe lume, Pisicuțo. (x)” He knew Adam would understand.

Adam slowly opened his eyes and took a glimpsed on him, he didn’t reply at first, but after a minute or two, words started to flow, “You are my world too, Nigel.” and he turned and pressed a mild kiss on Nigel’s temple. 

And he did.

Nigel buried himself in Adam's fluffy hair, nuzzling against him and chuckling like a little child. Nigel never felt so overwhelmed before, his heart could explode at any minute and the autopsy would report his death from unbearable cuteness.

“And Nigel,“

The man-child looked up and found Adam’s eyes with determined, “Yes, dear?”

“Stop calling me Pisicuțo, I am not a kittycat.“ 

Nigel believed he probably burst out the biggest laugh he ever had and even Harlan showed up to make sure both of them were fine.

“We’re fine, man. And thank you for today’s help, we’ll invite you for dinner sometime.“ Nigel tilted his head as a farewell to Harlan and ignored Adam’s “I want macaroni and cheese” suggestion. He still got his world in his arm and this time nothing’s gonna take it away.

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