#ah there was a third thing. a bit annoying that they needed to fall in love to get along but it was well done so its ok

[tyunni]

┈➤ I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!!! (when ENHYPEN like you...)

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genre: fluff, fluff, fluff! warnings: i'm not sure if any specific gender is mentioned but keep in mind i do tend to usually write fem!reader, enha r kinda losers, mentions of being drunk in jakes part, isnt proofread so if you see any mistakes.... oh well! wc: 2.6k+

a/n: good lord, i haven't written anything in MONTHS so i'm a bit rusty 😭 i started writing maknae line first im p sure you can tell i put more effort in them and then i started getting tired, sorry😭😭😭

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

who would've thought the cool, the chill, the awesome lee heeseung would end up being such a loser. a lovestruck, foolishly in love loser.

your fingers lightly grazed his hand when you walked past him in the hallway today, a touch that lasted a mere second, yet heeseung's heart exploded, and so did his friends' group chat when he boasted about your interaction like you had just asked his hand in marriage. he knows being lovesick is lame, but so what?! he can't help that he melts into a pink puddle of adoration whenever you make small talk, or when he closes his eyes an image of you pops into his head and makes his palms feel sweaty. yes, he feels his knees go weak at the mere mention of your name, and he's willing to endure his younger friends teasing him every time they spot you hanging out with your own group of friends.

so what if you're the only thing on his mind every second of his day. it's completely normal to make playlists for your crush, giggle, and roll around in your bed when you let the lyrics sink in and fill your head with the thoughts of the one you desire.

it's also totally normal of him to write down little compliments on a piece of paper and put them on your desk when you're not looking. he giggles like a little girl when you open the note and read not even a third fraction of what heeseung truly thinks of you and wishes to tell you one day. his smile grows wider when you finally read the initials written on the note, LHS, and you look over to his desk with your cheeks dusted pink, widened eyes looking into heeseung's.

(rest of the members under the cut!!)

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

jay is very fond of you, he accepted that quite quickly. you're cute. he likes cute stuff, that's something new he has discovered since he started to fancy you.

"jay, are you serious?" - riki turned towards the older with a blank face, tired of his friends new shopping addiction, - "you have like 4 hello kitty stuffed toys in your bedroom, you don't need another one."

ah, innocent, naive riki. he doesn't know having a crush makes one forget about any form of rationality and make every decision without giving it another thought. jay is the number one victim of the 'everything reminds me of them' disease, he feels every wrinkle of his brain smoothen whenever he thinks of you, so it's not a surprise that he can't control his hand as he swipes his credit card and buys himself another plushie with a lovestruck grin on his face.

"are you even listening to me?" - the younger complains, jabbing jay's arm with his elbow to get at least a little reaction out of him. if anything else but you were on jay's mind this would've worked and he would've scolded riki by now, talking his ear off about how annoying he is, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at his childishness. but it doesn't work.

"you're such a cheeseball, y/n has made you soft, jay, she's ruining you!"

but riki's words fall on deaf ears the second jay's eyes land on another cute stuffed animal that had reminded him of you as he grabs his friend's arm roughly and drags him into yet another store.

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

oh, he's down bad. jake would do anything for you. yes, even walking all the way from his house to the party you were at just to pick you up and walk you home, making sure you reach your house safely.

you called him in the middle of the night, the buzzing of his phone waking jake up. he groaned at the brightness of his screen flashing his newly opened eyes, yet at the sight of your name he rubbed the sleepiness off them, quickly picking up your call.

"jake, i'm drunk!"

and that's all it took for him to jump out of his bed and run towards his destination. surely enough you were waiting outside for him, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of him.

sure, he was extremely tired and out of breath, his voice was still groggy from waking up around 10 minutes ago, the cold, chilly night yet to have its effect on him and wake him up completely, yet he still let you ride on his back when you started complaining about how your heels hurt your feet.

you had been talking to him about something, even though you had no idea what you were saying with the way your words were slurred, your voice muffled by his jacket. jake was nodding his head, humming after a few sentences to make sure you knew he was listening, even though he didn't know what he was listening to. you started off by talking about the party, and somewhere along the way you got lost in your own words and so did jake. his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his feet lulled you to sleep, and when he felt your eyelashes close against the nape of his neck, your breath falling onto his skin as your cheek rested further upon his shoulder is when he finally let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, stopping in his tracks to close his eyes and think to himself:

"fuck, i love her, don't i?"

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is desperately in love with you. he can't help it, butterflies swarm his stomach when he thinks about you, a sheepish grin makes its way onto his features when you talk to him, his eyes dart across your face every chance he gets so he can burn every second spent with you right into his memory.

"sunghoon, do you think this looks good or should i try on the blue sweater?"

to be completely honest, even if you wore a trash bag he'd think you looked gorgeous, and he hadn't been paying attention to any outfit you had shown him so far, your smile which grew wider with each compliment he gave you the only thing on his mind.

"you look beautiful, y/n."

"oh, come on, sunghoon! you've been telling me this about every outfit!" - you groan, yet a grin is still plastered on your face at his sweet words, "you have to help me!"

sunghoon tries, he really tries to hold himself back. his teeth sink into his tongue in hopes of biting back the words that were about to slip out, yet they still do. and so does his little secret.

"it's not my fault i'm in love with you!"

☆ — KIM SUNOO

sunoo is a sweet guy. everyone likes him: the teachers, the students, his friends, and complete strangers. his smile is contagious, his face is soft and beautiful, his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he's kind, helpful, friendly. who wouldn't like him? well, you, apparently.

it's not that he's intrigued by your cold attitude towards him, he's simply determined to make you like him just like everyone else. it's quite difficult to get to know you though, you don't speak to anyone except a select few. if your friends don't come to school you usually sit alone, either mindlessly scribbling in your notebook, or sleeping. you always have that look on your face. one of pure boredom, uninterest, that "why are you even talking to me" face.

sunoo thinks it's stupid. how could you not be thrilled to talk to the people around you? how is it even possible to not want to get to know everyone, to grow your circle, have new people to talk to and share experiences with.

you know who sunoo is. everyone knows who sunoo is. when he walks past you down the hallway he's always waving at someone, stopping in his tracks a few times to have a little small talk, then quickly picking up his pace once the bell rings so he gets to make it in time for class. it doesn't matter if he's late though, the teachers adore him like he's their own son, and he hasn't gotten a single second of detention. sunoo has the sunshine privilege. that's unfair. you don't like when things are unfair. you don't like the sunshine privilege. you don't like sunoo.

so you avoid him.

but he somehow still finds his way back to you.

"she totally hates you, dude, get over it," - sunghoon groans, shoving another loaf of bread into his mouth, and threatening to shove some into sunoo's mouth so he stops talking about you for the fifth time today.

"but why?! i didn't even do anything to her, i tried talking to her every single day since she moved here, i'm nice, i'm helpful, i'm a great guy, what am i doing wrong?!" - the younger boy whines into his palms, head buried in his hands, trying to come up with a way to win you over.

one of his other friends chimes into the conversation, taking a seat in between his friends and playfully wrapping his arm around sunoo, - "it's okay, man, there must be a way to get your little crush to like you!"

sunoo whips his head towards the boy, eyebrows furrowed so deeply that you'd think they'd merge into one another any second. - "heeseung, it's not a crush!"

sunghoon chuckles at his oblivious friend, - "is too!"

"... is it?"

you are kinda cute. your attitude, although not sunoo's style, makes you look even more adorable. you have pretty lips too, although you're always frowning. he thinks you'd look better with the corners of your lips turned upwards though. he wants to see you smile. he wants to make you smile. he wants to make you his.

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

jungwon thinks he's a pretty chill guy. he's always been levelheaded. most of the time he's the only levelheaded person in the room, to be completely honest. he knows what to say and when to say it. although he resembles a cat, the saying "cat got your tongue" had never applied to him. so why is he standing in front of you, his crush, ready to have his very first conversation with you, without a single word coming out of his mouth?

"oh, hey! jungwon, right?" - you ask, sending a soft smile his way.

you know his name. you know his name. you know his name.

"huh? yeah... i'm jungwon. um..." - his confident smile fades instantly when it really sinks in that he has no idea what to say to you. he always knows what to say, how could this happen to him?! this is ridiculous. if he weren't standing in front of you right now he'd slap himself in hopes of rattling his brain somehow.

your eyebrows furrow at the awkward silence taking over, - "do you need anything, jungwon?"

his name falls past your lips so gracefully that if hearing you say his name followed with the three words he wants to say to you the most means he must sell his every worldly possession, he will. but he can't tell you that. he can't tell you how pretty your eyes are either, he can't tell you that he wants to hold your hand, or wrap his arms around you and keep you in his warm embrace for a little while. or how he wants to bury his head in the crook of your neck and bask in your warmth, or that you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on and it'd be an honor to take you out on a date. yeah, he definitely can't say that.

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on, it'd be an honor to take you out on a date..."

it's over. he's a goner.

the way you twiddle with your fingers at his confession goes completely unnoticed despite his big round eyes growing wider at his own words. he's too far gone to see how a warm smile had made its way onto your face.

"sure, i'd love to!"

it's not over. in fact, it's just getting started.

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki is quite good at hiding his crush on you, considering how the overwhelming feelings have such a weight to them that he's sure his heart doubles at the mere mention of your name to make room for the intense emotions that'll start kicking in. you two aren't dating, although he wishes you were, and you're most definitely not best friends. he knows you, you know him, you think he's nice, he thinks about you every second of every day, y'know, the usual...

"riki, hey!" - you push through the crowd of students walking around a narrow hallway that could only be described as a jar filled to the brim with tiny little ants, very studious one's at that!

his friends' heads immediately turn your way. a girl, talking to riki?! although their eyes don't stay glued on you for too long, they quickly glance at riki. the sight was hilarious, his long fingers were brushing through his disheveled hair, free hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie to smoothen out any wrinkles. there's a soft tint of pink spread across his cheeks, nothing too noticeable, although the burning red glow of his ears was far from discreet.

"y/n, hey!" - he grins, the hand combing through his hair now scratching the nape of his neck to try and play it cool... very smooth! a muffled laugh escapes from one of his friend's shut lips as their orbs dart between the boy and you.

you reach into your pocket, rummaging through the various things you keep inside. crackling of your house keys and noises of crumpled-up paper can be heard before you take out something. riki's eyes try their best to tear away from your mesmerizing features so he can see what you're trying to show him with your arm stretched towards him and a big grin on your face. he notices a little something lying on your palm. it's a duck keychain. if you were any other person he'd look at the item in your hand with a disgusted look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting in pure horror. but you're you. you're the love of his life. that's probably why riki can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a stupid smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tries his best to fight it off, yet the inevitable happens.

"take it, it's a gift! i saw it on the way to school and it reminded me of you!"

he quickly takes the keychain from your palm, ensuring his fingers stray as far away from yours as possible. even the slightest bit of physical contact and he feels his heart will explode for good. he mumbles out a thank you before you turn on your heels and walk away, completely oblivious that the butterflies in his stomach now make their way towards his throat, making him swallow dry.

"hey, riki, what's that?" - jungwon nudges him with his elbow, eyeing the item riki's holding between his fingers. a smile makes its way onto jungwon's lips as he glances up at his friend who's currently grinning from one red ear to another, rosy cheeks like pink buttons on a sweater made with love and care.

"i thought you hated ducks," - sunoo adds, sly hands reaching towards the keychain to try and pry it out of riki's hands, but instead the tall boy clutches harder onto the item, bringing it to his chest.

"well i like this one!" - he adds, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his nosy friend.

riki never knew he could like ducks this much.

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[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

this is the first time i've been aware of "romantic tension" or that "ohhh they're def more than friends" or "just tell her you love her already" stuff and. i hate it.

i really enjoy the show but during Those Scenes all i feel is fear because what if they do kiss? that would suck! they are best friends! they are important to each other! they give off sibling vibes! found family!! PLEASE DON'T KISS

kudos to the show tho bc so far there was exactly one kiss and it wasn't too important :) even tho i thought that relationship was father/daughter like until then :) and well there was one background hookup but that was gay so it's excusable i guess

#i have nothing against well done romance #but by the gods if i havent been afraid of *flips through notes* three pairs of people kissing #especially since im watching it with my parent and they were like 'just kiss already' and im sitting there like 'no please dont please-' #THIS AINT ROMANTIC YES THEY ARE DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER YES THEY WOULD DIE FOR EACH OTHER #BUT THEYRE BEST FRIENDS SLASH SIBLINGS YOUR HONOUR #ah there was a third thing. a bit annoying that they needed to fall in love to get along but it was well done so its ok #like seriously i was never afraid of people kissing #hell i didnt even notice when the Romance was obvious to everyone #now i see it too and it scares me #maybe im arospec after all lmao #anyway fuck the romo i wanna see my found families being families please and thank you #no kissies #a biscuit's rambles

[reve-writes]

—dense; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 2,2k words. ʚ you're a bit clueless as to why the dirtyhands do the things he does, like call you schatje and pay you to steal something when he clearly doesn't need to. ʚ fluff. ʚ a/n maybe ooc kaz im sorry. more at the end!

Ketterdam is a marvel from afar, a pretty little flower offering promises of its nectar—new life, new opportunities, debauchery—only to catch you in its trap and swallow you whole. All the way up on the clock tower, roughly centralised in the port city, the Barrel is nothing more than bright lights emanating from bar signs and glittering roofs.

The bell rings, reveberating to signal the change of the hour. It's time to work, finally.

Your boots thump as you make your way down the spiraling concrete staircase, paying attention not to step on the chunks flaking off of the edge. Whoever was responsible for building this was clearly cutting cost, the concrete is about as fragile as clay.

A painting. It is an annoying job to do on your own, but your contractor offered a lot of Kruge for it—perhaps too much, but if Mr. Kikkert is willing to scrape his pockets for it, then you're more than happy to accept. It is more Kruge than you would ever need for a while, so you won't have to scrounge for scraps in this Ghezen-forsaken town. Moreover, it's been a while since your last job and you're frankly not doing too well.

You step lightly over the rooftops, hopping from building-to-building with sure, steady steps. You have done this for most of your lives, to avoid being stomped into the vile muck at the bottom of the Barrel, you learned to hide near the skies.

Where the painting is being kept isn't far from the Canal, just on the rows of overpriced apartments for rent. You were told that it was housed on the third floor of the corner building. Everything is going well. Your journey is uninterrupted and the stadwatch aren't on alert.

Until you spot him.

The familiar curve of his black hat. The high collar of his coat. The shining leather of his gloves.

Brekker.

You strut towards him as if you are neighbours crossing paths on your evening walks. When in truth, his Crow Club is on the other side of the town and you never come to this area without reason. You call his name sweetly. His head whips around immediately, finding you in the dwindling foot traffic of the street.

He says your name in a warning tone, suspicious of your being here.

“What? Can't I come and see an old friend?”

Brekker scoffs. “I don't know. Can you, schatje?”

You almost turn around and leave when you hear the term of endearment. He knows it gets under your skin—it always does. Your heart skips a beat or two and your train of thoughts gets interrupted whenever he calls you that. He means it as a jeering nudge and your head is wholly aware of that. Your heart, though. What a fickle little thing.

“A bit of a walk from the club, isn't it?” you say, falling into step next to him as he turns the corner towards the apartment building. “I assume you must be up to something.”

“Ah, but I'm always up to something.”

“I can't say I disagree,” you snort. “You don't happen to have a job around the area, do you?”

He halts, his cane knocking against the stone pathing. He turns to look at you and your elbows brush against each other. “Do you need anything? I have important matters to attend to.”

You bring a hand to your chest exaggeratedly, feigning a frown. “How callous. Call me schatje and throw me aside. Is this how you treat everyone, Kaz?”

“Only you, mijn schatje.”

You roll your eyes, unsure how to behave. Huffing, you say, “Stop calling me that.”

“I was under the impression that you liked the nickname.”

Oh, you do.

“I'll be going now. I've something to do. Stay off my job,” you warn. “You still owe me literal crown jewels from last time.”

Kaz's neutral expression shifts into fond nostalgia as he recalls the incident you're referring to. The crown jewels in question were under dispute by a pair of soon-to-be divorcees. One of them hired the Crows' help. The other called on you. One thing led to another and the item ended up in Kaz's hands and you went home empty-handed.

“I won that fair and square,” Kaz retorts. “Your current job wouldn't involve a certain painting, would it?”

Judging by his smug thin smile, you know that he knows.

“Tell me it isn't what you're here for.” You sigh exasperatedly. “Stay off of it, Brekker. I can't afford to lose another job.”

You think to be threatening, bluff your way out and tell him you'll tear down his Crow Club if he gets in your way, but you doubt it will work against the Dirtyhands. After all, you're one person and he has the whole Dregs behind him.

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow for a moment and for that terrible moment, you think that he may be there for the same reason you are, but he shakes his head lightly. “Fortunately, schatje, no. Stop looking as if you're going to murder me in my sleep.”

An involuntary smile blooms. “I wouldn't dream of it, Kaz.”

“Go on, then,” he says. “Be careful.”

You bite the insides of your cheeks to keep from smiling. “You too.”

With that, you part ways with Dirtyhands, entering the building. Your acquisition of the painting goes smoothly and the deal is closed swiftly a few hours later. It's too easy. You know it is. You're missing something.

Miss something, you did.

You push open the door to the Crow Club carelessly. The loud chatter mixed with atmospheric radio surges to meet you as you push your way past sweat-slicked bodies and drunken patrons. Your eyes dart back-and-forth, trying to spot the familiar curve of his black hat or the shiny glow of the head of his cane.

Jesper spots you from one of the open gambling tables.

“If it isn't my favourite thief,” he says, inclining his glass towards you. “Fancy a game?”

It isn't until you stop by his table that he sees the downward slope of your frown and the sharp glare you're giving. He instinctively sits up straighter, taking his shoes off of the corner of the table.

“Where's Brekker?” You ask, to-the-point, without indulging in your usual chit-chat whenever you visit.

The other three patrons on the table freeze—sensing the tension on your shoulders, too. They look between you and jesper, both confused and intrigued to know more. What is Ketterdam if it doesn't have rumours and secrets whispered about?

Jesper's brow furrow. “Are you okay? What's going on?”

To Jesper's knowledge, you and Kaz are on friendly terms, despite the frequent bickering. Hell, he assumes you're more-than-friendly, with the way Kaz gives you a nickname—an endearment, to be specific. Is it possible that you're going through a lover's spat?

“Brekker, Jesper. Where is he?”

A familiar rasp cuts through the rowdiness. “Here.”

Your head whirls around and you shoot an accusatory stare at the source of the voice. You stomp your boots as you make your way towards him. As you pass by him, you tug on the sleeves of his coat.

“We need to talk.”

“Hold on, schatje,” he says, still trailing after you. His cane knocks against the hardwood of the floor. “About what?”

You make your way up the stairs, to the second floor and swing the door to his office open as if it belongs to you. He has an eyebrow raised when he enters after you, closing the door behind him. He leans back against it, waiting for you to speak whatever it is that's on your mind.

“Kikkert,” you snarl. “You paid him to pay me.”

“That's quite a conclusion. How did you come to it?” His voice is level, not betraying whether or not you've spoken the truth.

You're pacing in front of him. “He says, and I quote, ‘If you're so close to Brekker, why doesn't he ask you himself to do this?'”

His eyes furrow and he runs a hand through his combed hair. He sighs, holding a hand up in a you-caught-me gesture. “Kikkert clearly has no idea what discretion means.”

You glare at him. “Do you think this is funny?”

He seems taken aback. “I don't see why this is a big deal, schatje. It's a job. You're paid. I get the painting. What's wrong with it?”

“Why are you doing this, then? Pay me for something you clearly are able to do yourself? Hell, whose painting was it? Was it yours? Did you pay me to steal from you?”

He doesn't reply, but the way he shifts his gaze away from you let's you know. It's as clear as a verbal admission.

“It was yours. That's why you were there. From your safehouse, wasn't it?” You stare at him in disbelief. “Is this amusing to you? I'm sorry if I don't quite see it as such.”

“Schatje—”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

You can't wrap your head around Kaz Brekker's thinking process. He pays someone to pay you to steal a painting he already owns. What's his plan in the long run? To embarrass you? Hurt your pride? Is this some sort of ploy to rope you to be indebted to him?

He sighes. “You were struggling. I only wanted to help.”

“Dirtyhands doesn't help people. You don't run gangs the way you do charities,” you retort.

Is that all you see him as? The demjin? The one who's willing to stain his hands for the right price? Is there no other version of him in your eyes?

“You're forgetting the man behind the monster here,” he says softly.

“Am I?” You approach him, leaving a little over two steps in-between the two of you. “Who exactly is the man behind Dirtyhands then?”

He pushes himself off of the door, taking one step forward. The thump of his cane practically echoes in the room. The hustle bustle of the Crow Club is nothing more than a muffled sound. There's a sudden tension in the air—the same one that hangs over you whenever he calls you his schatje, but this one is heavier due to your lack of light-hearted banter to parry.

“Do you really not know?” he asks, as if the question is staring at you in the face. As if it's the most obvious thing in all of Kerch. His stare is heavy, dark irises acting like magnets that pull you in. He scoffs, “You really are dense.”

“Well, enlighten me, Brekker! None of this is making a lot of sense to me.” You let out a frustrated huff of breath. Your hands move wildly to stress your points. “You know what? Whatever it is, I don't want to know. Just — quit doing it. I'll never take another job from Kikkert. I'll stay away from your damned club and all your friends. I'll stay away from you. I'm a capable enough thief without your pity, Brekker. I don't need it. You can shove it up your—”

His gloved hand wraps around your wrist as it's flailing in the air. Your speech immediately comes to a halt and your eyes widen.

“You are impossible,” he says.

You snort. “And you aren't?”

“At the moment, no,” he retorts.

His stare is intense. It isn't until then that you realise you've taken a step forward during your rant, decreasing the perfectly amicable distance and turning it into a heart-thundering one.

“It wasn't pity,” he says. “You're capable, I have never doubted that, but even the most capable ones struggle sometimes. My intention is to help. Trust me on this. I know you're too prideful to accept any, so I paid Kikkert.”

“But why? Why bother?”

“Why?” He blinks, sighing loudly before continuing. “Why? Have you ever stopped and thought, for a moment, that I've been calling you schatje. Do you think that was out of pity?”

You bite the insides of your cheek and shake your head. “It was something else.”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that it's because —ghezen forbid— I may actually harbour fondness for you?”

You blink once, twice. Kaz thinks he much prefers breaking into the ice court than having this conversation right now. His hand trembles when he brings them to brush your cheekbone lightly. He lets out a relieved sigh when you don't pull back. Your hand wraps over his gloved one, the leather cold on your skin. You lean into the touch.

“I thought it was one-sided,” you say finally. “I'm quite fond of you, too, you know.”

“You do a horrible job of showing it.”

“Says you,” you argue. “Just—don't do it again. Let me handle my own problems, Kaz. I'll let you know if I need your help.”

He hums in agreement. “You'll let me know.”

“I will.”

The two of you jump apart abruptly when there's a loud knock.

“Boss?” Jesper's voice sounds muffled through the door. “Everything okay? I hope ___ hasn't murdered you yet.”

“I haven't,” you answer, half-chuckling. Turning to look at Kaz, you say, “It's funny how he doesn't assume you'll murder me instead.”

Kaz shrugs. “He knows I can't.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Can't or won't?”

“Both,” he answers. “Can we not talk about murdering each other after what just happened?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. What just happened is you practically professing your little (well, maybe not-so-little) crush on him.

“So, is Kaz okay?” Jesper shouts again.

“Fine,” Kaz answers. “You can go back to your table.”

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i wanted to write something cute. schatje is taken from google and inspired from a kaz fic i read that used 'schatz' as a nickname. the plot is slightly ehhh? because it didn't really end the way i intended it to and i didn't proofread (when have i ever?). i was hoping to turn it into a two or three part series, but this is what we've ended up with & im quite happy with it. thank you for reading!

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #—ki writes 🍯

[l0ve-bug-m1les]

Miles Morales x Male reader

When the reader has dyslexia and has trouble with spelling certain words or just forget how to spell the most simplest words ever gets insecure about their learning disability and then falls into a depressive episode (which is just them distancing themselves from other (Miles) for weeks)

First off please let me know if i got some things wrong. I myself don’t have dyslexia, so please correct me on anything. And I hope you’re okay if you’re feeling this way. Sending love and Miles Morales your way! <33 But seriously if you need to talk I’m here, okay? I hope you enjoy!

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Distence Distance

Miles Morales x Male!Reader

Summary: When it has once again been made apparent spelling isn’t your strong suit, your mind spirals out of your own control.

Warnings: Swearing

Your brow furrowed. Is it tom—orrow? Or tom—morrow? This shouldn’t be this hard. It’s a word. A simple word. But despite your best efforts, you can’t get it. Defeated, you lean over and quietly tap your finger Miles’ arm. He knows about your dyslexia, and helps you whenever things get a little tough. He’s never made fun of you, and has never acted like he was annoyed with you asking him how to spell things. This is quite a common occurrence, but recently, nothing seems to click. It can go from constantly spelling a word wrong, to forgetting how to spell completely. Miles tells you all the time to not worry about it, but what does he know! He doesn’t ask his boyfriend how to spell tomorrow every night!

"Hm? Oh, what’s up?” He looks at you, finishing whatever word he was writing. Your finger drags over to the roadblock on your paper as you mumble a small “Is this right?” Miles takes a look at your paper for a moment before softly shaking his head. “Ah, no, there’s only one m,” your shoulders slump, “but—uh—everything else was right!” His hands wave a little bit, trying to cheer you up. His eyes dart over you, searching for a reaction. A breath escapes your lips as you quietly thank him.

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A few weeks later, Miles is proofreading your science paper. He’s got a red pen, and is occasionally writing his thoughts or correcting something. That’s to be expected, essays are about trial and error so of course it’s not gonna be perfect on the first try. What you don’t expect, is to find the pages covered with spelling corrections. You can’t even keep up with how many there are on the first page. As you look through, all you can see is what you got wrong. “Replace the i with an e”, “Erosion has one r”, “Con-VEC-tion, there’s a c”, “Don’t forget the—“. You quietly stop reading and get up to grab your things. Your thoughts are cloudy, even as Miles pulls you into a warm embrace to hopefully soothe your anguish. It doesn’t help.

“I gotta go,” you push away, “see you tomorrow..” Your feet lazily carry you out of his dorm room. Miles doesn’t protest. He knows sometimes being practically slapped with how much your disability affects you, doesn’t do you well. So he lets you go, knowing he’d see you tomorrow.

He couldn’t be anymore wrong.

———

Well he wasn’t entirely wrong. He did see you, but you had no intention to see him. Every glance he threw your way went unnoticed. Every time he tried to speak, your headphones went in. He saw your smile wasn’t there, and your usual glow was gone. All of these things worried Miles but he didn’t know what to do. His thoughts were focused around you for the whole day, and how he could help. In the end, he decided it’d be best if he just texted you. Maybe you just didn’t want to speak in person because of yesterday.

Yeah, that’s it. He’ll text you, comfort you, come over to your dorm, and cuddle and comfort you some more. A foolproof plan! Now all that’s left is to get through today.

———

You don’t respond to the first text.

You don’t respond to the second text.

You don’t respond to the third text.

You don’t read any of them. And he knows your read receipts are on.

Miles is frantic now. Where could you have gone? He knows you’d tell him if you were gonna be busy, and he knows he’d catch any signs of you thinking about….No. He wouldn’t let himself think about it. Maybe you just needed some space. It’s normal for a relationship, especially one as new as this. He decided to give it a day or two.

You’d come around eventually.

———

You didn’t come around.

It had been two weeks and Miles still hasn’t heard from you. You were still coming to school, but you arrived before everyone else, and somehow managed to get out before everyone left. If he tried to call you, it’d cut off immediately. If he texted you, it would stay on delivered—read if he was lucky—and if he tried to get into your room, you wouldn’t open the door. Even if your roommate was there, he’d always say: “Oh, [name]? Yeah he’s not here. Sorry.” Then the door would shut. Every day Miles tried. And every day Miles failed.

He’d spend his nights racking his brain for any clue, and reason for you to go a-wall like this. It’s not like you. Whenever something’s troubling you, he’d be the first to hear about it. For the millionth time, he tries to call your phone. And for the millionth time, you pick up. Just like he thought—

Wait what.

Miles sits up and hears quiet sobs on the other end. “H-hello? [Name]? Please answer me.” After a quiet moment you speak up. “Mhm?” Your voice is weak on the other end, but nonetheless, it’s your voice. Miles jumps out of his bed, already putting on a jacket and shoes. “Are you still in the dorms? Where are you?” He opens the window, waving to Ganke who’s woken up. “Please, love.”

“The park. The one we always go to.” Your voice is hoarse and hiccups are breaking through. “Alright. I’ll be there. Wait for me, okay?” He hops out the window and swings through the streets, keeping you on the line. At this point in time, Miles is a great swinger and has almost perfected the art. But tonight, he’s going faster than he’s ever gone before. Faster than his common sense would normally let him go. Even when making an escape, he’s careful to watch his speed just in case. Not tonight though. This is you. He’d risk everything for you.

In a matter of minutes, he’s at the park already looking for you. “[Name]? I’m here,” his eyes dart in every direction, “where exactly are you?” He jogs over to a nearby tree, catching a glimpse of a light from a phone screen. You’re silent for a few more moments as you can tell he’s the cause of those footsteps coming in your direction. So you just keep scrolling on your phone. Miles catches up to you, and before a word can be said, he’s fallen to the ground and pulled you into a hug. Possibly the tightest he’s ever hugged someone. And that’s the crack that sends the dam crumbling.

You break down and sob into his shoulder, clawing the fabric at his sides. The world no longer exists and it’s just you and him. You and the person who cares about you. You and the person who came for you. Miles’ grip tightens around your shoulders as stray tears escape his own eyes. “What happened? Why were you gone for so long?” He asks.

“I was tired of being stupid,” you manage to get out, “tired of being a burden.”

“A burden?!” Miles pulls away and cups your cheeks. “Now who told you that?”

“Don’t you understand, Miles?!” You shout. “I’m probably the dumbest person on this planet!!” He starts to object but you cut him off, “And don’t give me that “Oh but it makes you, you!” Bullshit.” You stand up and begin to pace around. “You can’t possibly wanna deal with me!” Your breath quickens and tears are still falling. “Couldn’t-couldn’t possibly wanna actually spend your life dealing with some who can’t spell for shit. Who’s always asking if he spelled—fucking i don’t know—Wednesday right.” You finally stop and stand in one place, hugging yourself tight. “I fucking hate it.”

Miles makes his way to you and pulls you into another hug. He doesn’t try to convince you otherwise because this isn’t the time. It’s time for you to let it all out, and for him to listen for as long as you need him to. He’s got you back and that’s all he needed. And right now you don’t know, but you needed him just as much if not more.

You two stay in the park and talk for what feels like hours. After two weeks of radio silence you’ve got a lot to say, and best believe your boyfriend is gonna take note of all of it.

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A/n: OMG HOLY SHIT WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG OMG. @babyqueen17 HERE YOU GO IT’S DONE!!!

#male reader #miles morales #miles morales x male reader #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv x male reader #dyslexia #comfort #OMG THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT—

[weirdkpopgirl]

Mine | Jaemin Fic #1

Title: Mine

Genre: College AU, best friends to lovers

Word Count: 3551k

Warnings: mentions of reader being insecure, also tiny mentions her having a not-so-great childhood

Author's Note: Before, I tried to refrain from writing this trope because I thought it was a bit cliché. But I decided there was no harm in trying it. I think there are a lot of other writers who have done a better job than me. It was still fun to make this though. Hope you guys like my first longish story on here! Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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“(Y/n)-ah!” 

On cue, your eyes lifted from the textbooks in front of you and found a familiar face. You acknowledged the caramel brown-haired man with a small smile. Pretending as if your heart didn’t flutter when he called your name.

Jaemin returned your smile with his adorable one and claimed the empty chair next to you. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked the boy, watching as he reached for his bag.

“I was at the convenience store and picked this up for you,” He quickly explained, placing a triangle kimbap in your hand. “I got the spicy crab one you like.”

A confused frown formed on your lips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Knowing psychology major Lee (Y/n), you’ve been here since the morning on a Saturday. Which means you probably skipped breakfast and lunch,” Jaemin relayed. 

“Aish…how did you know?” You admitted quietly, as you unwrapped the plastic on the kimbap. It was crazy how he knew you so well.

You guessed that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends with a person for six years. Ever since you helped him from failing the math exam in the sixth grade, Na Jaemin stuck to you like glue. Throughout middle and high school, people wouldn’t see you without the other.

He looked at you like a proud mom when you took the first bite. “I just know you.”

You held his gaze for a second too long, cursing at yourself for blushing. Usually, the two of you were super casual with each other. In those small moments of sincerity, you felt like a million butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

It seemed that with years of friendship came blossoming feelings. You knew how stupid and cliché you were, being secretly in love with your best friend. But how could you not fall for him?

Na Jaemin was perhaps the only person who knew Lee (Y/n) the best. He knew all the things you liked and hated. He knew about your tendency to crack under pressure and the constant anxiety that ruled your mind. And he knew what cheered you up during those times, whether it was reassuring words or a warm hug from your best friend.

Jaemin…saw you in your worst moments. Maybe that’s why you fell for him. You realized it in ninth grade when your mom left the house and Jaemin was immediately at your side. He stayed the whole night, wiping away your tears and repeatedly telling you it wasn’t your fault. 

But no matter how strong your feelings grew, you suppressed them to the best of your ability. You decided a long time ago that Jaemin probably didn’t feel the same way. You knew because you watched him date multiple girls in high school. Though they were short-lived like any high school relationship, he never failed to capture the heart of any girl with a charming face like his. Besides, you treasured your friendship more than some confession that could easily ruin what you already had. At least this way, he was still a part of your life and you were a part of his.

Your thoughts were interrupted by loud chatter from a group entering the study area. You didn’t even need to look to know who the six boys were. After entering high school, Jaemin made a lot of friends. Even though they could be annoying with how much bickering they did, they were a nice group of guys.

Mark was a super senior majoring in business. Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno were third-year students, just like you and Jaemin. Then there was Chenle who was a sophomore and you recently met Jisung who was a freshman.

“Ugh, how long have you been here?” Haechan groaned at the sight of the textbooks and notes laid in front of you.

You sent the boy a glare. “I have a 15-page research paper due by the end of the week. Time can’t be wasted.”

“Sheesh. Being a psychology major sounds scary,” Jeno shuddered. 

You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your kimbap. Though you didn’t want to admit it, eating felt pretty nice after pulling two all-nighters and skipping meals. You were almost thankful when the attention of the group shifted to the boy next to you.

“Hey, I heard a certain someone might like you,” Mark nudged him on the shoulder.

News to him, Jaemin cocked a brow. “Really? Who?”

“Song Hyejin,” Renjun answered. “Contemporary dance major.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we share a class,” Jisung nodded. 

Chenle beside him, pulled out his phone to show Jaemin a picture of her. “You know her, right?”

You peeked over at the younger’s phone. Song Hyejin…you’ve passed by her in the halls a few times. Despite being only a freshman, she quickly became popular among the guys. What was there not to like about her? She had beautifully styled hair, wore the best outfits, and had the prettiest makeup. She was sweet, talented, and surely had a whole future ahead of her.

“She’s cute I guess,” Jaemin shrugged in response. 

Haechan playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Just cute? She’s a total goddess.”

A piece of you deflated at this. Insecurity was another reason Jaemin and you could never happen. There was no way that he would like you when he could have any other girl in the world. Despite how close you were, you knew that Na Jaemin was out of your league.

 ✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

That evening, you could barely concentrate on your assignments. Your mind kept wandering back to what the guys were talking about earlier. You wondered if Jaemin was going to date Hyejin. They’d surely be a popular campus couple if they did. Jaemin was already known for his handsome visuals and charming personality. 

“You’ve been staring at your computer screen for the past seven minutes.” 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced over to your roommate, Young-Mi who was on her bed scrolling through social media. As the one other person who went to high school with you, she had been there to witness your hopeless crush on Jaemin.

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” You muttered and closed your laptop for the night. Your work was pretty much finished anyway.

Young-Mi sat up and stretched her arms. “Are you doing anything next Monday?”

“No, why?”

“There’s a guy in my programming class. His name is Yangyang,” Your friend spoke casually. “He’s in the same year as us, and I think you guys would get along.”

You sighed already knowing where this was going. “I’m not interested.”

“Oh come on,” Young-Mi whined. “Are you going to be hung up on Na Jaemin forever?”

You turned around, suddenly feeling defensive. “What—no! It’s just…I don’t want to date anyone right now.”

“That’s the thing, you never want to date anyone,” Young-Mi huffed in frustration. “I’ve watched you turn down a bunch of guys in high school and you still do it. All because of him!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Young-Mi-yah.”

But the girl persisted. “I’m sorry to break it to you (Y/n)-ah. But he clearly hasn’t shown any interest in you over the years, and he probably never will.”

Your nails dug into the fabric of your leggings. The truth hurt a lot more said out loud. 

“Come to your senses, Lee (Y/n). It’s time to move on.”

The thought of it felt like someone was stealing your breath. You’ve been stuck in this one-sided love for far too long now. No matter how you tried, you couldn’t seem to get over him. But Young-Mi was right, you were never going to get anywhere with this.

“I’ll think about it,” You mumbled before leaving to go wash up for the night.

 ✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

Jaemin heaved a small sigh as he gave Hyejin a polite smile when she waved to him. Before she could approach him, he quickly passed by. She had asked him to have lunch with her the other day, and he couldn’t exactly say no. After that one time, he was more careful to leave first before she could get to him.

“You dodged that one pretty fast.” Jeno walked up beside him. “You’re really not interested in her, huh?”

Jaemin chuckled, “Hyejin is nice. But…”

“You still have feelings for (Y/n)?” 

Jeno didn’t even need to ask. He was the only one in the friend group who knew about the boy’s “unrequited” love for you. Solely because Jeno said it was so “obvious,” and that the others were fools to not notice.

“Yeah…” Jaemin nodded sadly.

The truth was, Jaemin has been in love with you since that time you helped him out in middle school. You were always the better student and took it upon yourself to tutor him in whatever subject he was struggling in. Even though you acted like you didn’t care about others, Jaemin knew you were a kindhearted person.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you let her know?”

“It’s not that easy.” The boy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

The other truth was that Jaemin was afraid, always has been. Perhaps, you were the most precious person to him. He didn’t want to start something with you, only for it to not work out and make things awkward between the two of you. Being your best friend at the most, was the safest place for him to be at.

“If (Y/n) knows my true feelings, I could lose her,” He stated. 

Jeno sighed and swung his arm around his friend. “Well, I think there’s a high chance she likes you back. And who knows, maybe you guys are soulmates or something.”

Jaemin laughed and parted ways from Jeno before heading to the cafeteria. A smile crept on his lips when he saw you eating some yukgaejang. He was getting worried because you haven’t been coming to lunch lately. You were always the type to prioritize academics over your health.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked as he sat down.

You glanced up from your phone. “Young-Mi is trying to set me up on a blind date.”

“With who?”

He crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder at the Instagram profile you pulled up. Jaemin instantly didn’t like the idea of this.

“Eh, I’ve seen better-looking guys,” He muttered, before shoving rice into his mouth. You couldn’t quite read his expression. “Are you…”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” You shrugged. “It’s not like I have any plans.”

Jaemin didn’t like what he heard. While he’s had some experience, you have never dated anyone before. Your priority of school and getting a job after college was the excuse you used. He wondered what changed your mind all of a sudden.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You tilted your head, noticing the frown he was wearing.

Jaemin met your curious eyes and quickly shook his head. “N—no. You can do whatever.”

Your shoulders dropped. “Oh…okay.”

He internally cursed at himself for saying that. The thought of you going out with some other guy didn’t sit well with him. But you were your own person who was perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Who was he to stop you?

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

On your visit home during the weekend, you had stationed yourself in the kitchen for the whole afternoon. Just as you were popping the metal pan out of the oven, your older brother, Taeyong strolled in.

His eyes immediately enlarged with interest. “You made brownies?”

“Yeah, I was just in the mood I guess,” You said, grabbing the glass of water you got earlier. “Jaemin likes sweet things you know.”

“Oh, are you guys finally a thing now?” Taeyong asked. He sat at the counter and reached for one of your chocolate treats. His actions earned a light slap on the hand with your oven mitt.

“Wait until they cool,” You lightly scolded, pretending to ignore the amused expression on his face. “And no we aren’t.”

“Huh, I thought you would be by now.” He rested his chin on his hand innocently. “Jaemin hasn’t confessed yet?”

His sudden question threw you into a fit of coughs from choking on your water. Your lovely brother shook with laughter.

“What are you talking about? He doesn’t like me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Have you ever seen the way he looks at you?”

You laughed at his ridiculous question. This was just another way of Taeyong trying to tease you.

He stood up from his seat. “Just think about it. Maybe you’ve been too focused on your feelings that you never picked up on them.”

Then yet again, your brain was left in a jumbled mess. When you think about it, maybe Jaemin dropped some hints here and there. But with his naturally flirty personality, you didn’t think he treated you any differently than other girls. Though there was always this sincerity in his words and a softness in his eyes.

You shook your head. Remembering what Young-Mi said a while back, you needed to stop these fantasies. Then again, if your own brother thought the opposite, maybe you were missing something.

 ✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

You fumbled with the paper blue bag in your hands, as you walked toward the lecture room Jaemin was in. His Monday class always ended at 1:30 p.m. Yours ended an hour earlier, and that’s when you’d usually be in the library or study space. But you had the brownies you planned to give to him.

Jaemin often begged you for treats whenever you made them. And of course, the boy didn’t seem to leave your mind. Despite the amount of effort you put into getting over him, you just couldn’t help yourself.

Just as you spotted him standing outside the classroom door, there was another figure in front of him. One with beautifully styled hair and a designer dress you could never afford. You couldn’t compete with your round-shaped glasses, stick-straight hair, and the plain black turtleneck you often wore.

You didn’t even have to take a step forward to overhear the conversation.

“I apologize for my forwardness but…I like you, Sunbae,” She spoke shyly, bouncing on the tip of her toes. “After talking with you, I think we’re pretty compatible. Let’s date!”

It only took the tiniest of smiles to crack on Jaemin’s face for your stomach to churn. You turned in the other direction, walking as fast as possible so you couldn’t hear his response.

“You’re such an idiot, Lee (Y/n)!” You blinked away the tears that already began to form.

You didn’t understand why you were getting so emotional. Surely this wasn’t the first time you witnessed your best friend enter a new relationship. Of course, it hurt to see him with another girl. Back then you pretended to be okay because you didn’t want Jaemin to worry. 

Maybe because it was Song Hyejin, someone you could never be. And now she’d have someone you could never have.

“Hey (Y/n), I was just about to text you!” Young-Mi exclaimed when she saw you were outside.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Eo, what is it?”

“Do you still want to meet the guy?” She asked with a slight pout. “I really think you should give it a shot.”

Young-Mi held up her phone with his contact information displayed. You stared at the screen, thinking back to what you saw earlier. Perhaps it was the refreshing heartache that prompted you to accept her offer without too much consideration.

As much as it broke you, it was time to give up your hopeless crush on Na Jaemin.

 ―・ 

“Wah, you really turned her down Hyung?” Jisung asked with a hand over his mouth.

Jaemin nodded to the younger and glanced over to Jeno who had a discreet smile on his face. While his other friends seemed to be confused by Jaemin’s actions, he was rather proud.

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“I like you Sunbae. Let’s date!” Her eyes sparkled when she spoke to him. 

The polite smile he put on was almost instinctual. The one he always wore when a girl confessed to him. 

“I’m sorry Hyejin-ssi, but there’s already someone I like.” He lowered his gaze. “So I’m afraid I can’t accept your feelings.”

~ ~ ~

The slightly offended expression on her face was still clear in Jaemin’s head. She probably wasn’t used to rejection. Before, Jaemin thought he could get over you if he said yes to those other girls. But he could never fully give his heart away with you lingering in his thoughts.

This time, he decided that he needed to stop making a fool out of himself.

“Anyway, who wants to get samgyeopsal tonight?” Haechan decided to redirect the conversation. Easily persuaded, the guys were already agreeing.

“We should text (Y/n) to see if she wants to come,” Jeno mentioned, giving Jaemin a side glance.

“I think she’s going on a blind date today,” said Renjun.

Jaemin sat up. “What?! Tonight?” 

“Yeah, you know Liu Yangyang? I’m pretty sure that’s who she’s meeting.”

“Oh him? He’s pretty cool,” Chenle nodded with approval. 

Their words became a blur to Jaemin. He remembered you talking about this last week, not thinking you’d actually go through with it. 

“I have to go,” was all he said before standing up to leave. The guys called out to him, but he ignored them. 

He ran out of the commons area and stopped at the front of your dorm building. That was when he saw you looking at him with a slightly concerned expression.

“Jaemin-ah, what are you doing here?”

Grasping onto his knees as he caught his breath, he stopped to look at you. To him, you always dressed nicely. But today you were wearing a cute plaid dress over a white top, and you even put on a little makeup. 

“Don’t—go—on—that date,” He panted, pressing a hand to his chest. His lungs felt like they were about to burst.

You frowned, wondering how he found out so fast. Was that the reason he came here?

“Why?” You found yourself asking. Why did he care if you were going on a date or not? 

His eyes met yours and they held that unreadable gaze again. 

“Because you’re mine.” He said breathlessly.

Then just as you started to process that sentence, he cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes were wide open from the initial shock. But he didn’t show any sign he was about to pull away anytime soon. And slowly you closed your eyes and let yourself melt into the kiss.

When he did pull away, you were left in a blubbering mess. A million thoughts were racing through your head.

“I—don’t understand. I thought you and Hyejin…?”

“I rejected her,” Jaemin answered plainly. You removed his hands from your neck, trying to make sense of this news.

“But why? I mean, she’s so pretty and smart. She has so much more to offer.”

“I was afraid before. But you’re the only girl I want to be with,” He interjected. “I’ve always liked you, Lee (Y/n). I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you that.”

You were left speechless for the next few moments. With your heart beating faster and hot cheeks, you could almost explode. The one person you’ve spent half your life admiring was here in front of you, admitting his feelings. This had to be a dream, right?

“Na Jaemin, you better not be playing with me,” You warned.

He looked so serious, you were almost intimidated. Then his arm snaked around your waist and he whispered. “Should I kiss you again to prove I’m not kidding?”

Jaemin took the flustered silence from you as a yes. You could feel him smiling into the second kiss, unable to contain the joy of knowing he finally had you. 

***

“When did you start liking me?” You asked out of curiosity.

His response was quick. “Since the day we met. What about you?”

“Oh…I think it was at the end of middle school?” You tilted your head, thinking back to it all. “Wah, I can’t believe it took so long for us to confess.”

“Yeah, we were silly weren’t we?”

You smiled and linked arms with him. “Well, we’re together now and that’s what matters.”

“You’re right, love,” He smiled back and leaned in to peck you on the lips. 

Your little moment came to an end with Haechan’s fake gagging.

“Gosh, they haven’t even been dating for 24 hours and they’re already one of those disgustingly sweet couples.”

“It took them long enough,” Jeno added.

Of course, the guys were happy to see their friends get together. Jaemin was too. No longer would he let his or your fears come in between the two of you. Though there was no way of telling what your future would be like, Jaemin fully intended on making you happy for the rest of his life.

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#nct dream fluff #nct dream #nct 127 #wayv #jaemin fic #jaemin oneshot #na jaemin #nana #jaemin fluff #kpop fic #best friends to lovers #jaemin #czennie #nctzen #nct dream fic

[pancake-breakfast]

Ugh, too sleepy. Almost done with manga. Can't fall behind now....

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 13, Chapters 7-9 below.

Chapter 7: Catch-As-Catch-Can

Yeah, don't overdo exercise training, kids. Not only is passing out DEFINITELY not good for you, but you can get seriously injured even if you have a spotter. Even if you only get a minor injury, it can put your training back weeks or months.

Awww, Livio looks so young here! Look at his short, floofy hair! I hope he grows it out a bit again. Maybe not quite like he had it before, but yeah.

Do people actually do finger push-ups, or is that just something for badasses in animation and comics?

Training montage!

Aw, man! He got to wear a Wolfwood outfit? I feel robbed.

Ok, Satosugu.

Ah, she's doing that thing again. I think.

Oh, what? Elendira's finishing move is a really big nail? Lame.

She's really putting lot into all this, though, isn't she? She looks a bit rough.

Oh, shoot. It's the nuke.

She senses something. I WONDER WHAT.

Yeah, it was Livio.

I like his simple mentality here. Very straightforward.

NO! No one's allowed to drink vials anymore! NO MORE VIALS!!!

Him? Wolfwood??

Chapter 8: Tipped Wings

CW: Gore

TBH I don't know how the hell Livio won this fight. Assuming he technically won at this point.

Heh. Yeah. "Him" was Wolfwood. But of course Livio knows him as Nicholas.

Aaaaand we're back to my favorite wet cat, Legato Bluesummers.

How does he know Elendira has been defeated? Did he have a little feeler in her? Was he skimming her brain kinda like when he had a little mind convo with Vash?

Dude. I thought you wanted to win this. You guys can't both die to each other in this fight. I will genuinely be annoyed if that happens.

Guernica? You mean the flail thing? That thing had a name???

Heh. I appreciate Legato calling Vash a force of nature here. After all, he is the Humanoid Typhoon.

Awww, look at baby Legato raiding the leftovers from July. Also, hasn't it been like 25 years since July? Just how old is Legato??

Ohhhhh, this is where Stampede got his character design. Like, yeah, they straightened his hair, but I recognize that short little jacket.

Welp, Knives has seen better days. Actually, this is a lovely turn on the way Rem is often paneled with Vash. Instead of a small Vash and a dominating, hopeful figure of Rem, we have a small Legato with a very, very broken Knives dominating the upper third of the panel.

Yes, because the thing Legato needs is another reason to have a psychotic break.

Geez, he's just... scooping up Knives' guts to try and... what, shove them back in? Carry them with them?

He's soooo sad, too.

Knives. What. The. Fuck. Just let the boy cry, idiot. He adores you. Also, talking while you're half corpsified is creepy. Cut it out.

Aww, Vash is still trying to save him. Gods, I wish Vash had found him instead.

Goodbye, weird machine gun doll flail thing. We barely knew thee.

Oh, dang. Legato got the jump on Vash.

Chapter 9: VS

I have no idea what's going on here. At least it led to weird, dramatic Legato pose?

Legato, no. This is not how it should be. This is not how anything should be.

Mmm, Wolfwood memories.

Vash is right. This isn't a fight anymore. But I think Legato knows that.

Oh, would you look at that. Thanks, literally the first panel on the next page.

Ok, but did Nightow have to draw his fingers this sexy here??

Legato's trying, but he's not getting through Vash's defenses.

Huh. Interesting that the Earth Fleet guy with his vastly broader knowledge of Plants would state Vash is a rarity. I like that all his sisters seem very fond of him, though.

Chronica is bitter about Domina. It might have been a bit of a mistake for Knives to off her.

Knives says this, but Chronica knows this, so... I wonder what she's actually planning here.

Wait, just who are they attaching a cable to??

Of course Milly and Meryl would have Vash's back.

Hahahaha, this really highlights the contrast between the two characters.

Love and peace, yo.

Gods, Legato just keeps coming at Vash. He's getting ripped apart by Vash's defenses, but he just keeps at it.

What? Vash? What are you doing?? You... you need that box, don't you???

Ohhh, they're doing shonen battle showdown pose. It's on now.

Aw, dammit. I guess it's on in the next (and final!) volume.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 12: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 13: Covers + 1-3, 4-6

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 13 #pancake thoughts

[ha1taniwh0re]

{Friends to lovers}

Request was by @shieriholmes thank you for requesting. I hope you will like it.

This is part 2 from another’s work

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Grammar mistakes

Sherlock x reader

Fandom: Moriarty the Patriot

{Third person pov}

“What are we, (name)?”

He asked you as you two were sitting outside, looking at the night sky.

“Lovers..” you answered.

He turned his head to face you.

“WHAT REALLY?”

“Of course not hahahahaha” you said as you started laughing.

/seven days later/Reader’s pov/

As i was sitting in the library, reading some book,i heard some girls talking about Sherlock.

“Ah Sherlock is really handsome” one said.

“Yeah, yeah he is. I bet he is waiting for the right time to ask me on a date”. The second one said.

Ugh can’t they like go out and talk about him somewhere else. Some people here want to study. As i was ready to say that to them someone put there hands on my eyes.

“Guess who am i!” The familiar voice spoke to me.

“What do you want Sherlock?” I asked a little bit annoyed.

“Sorry, sorry”, he said as he took off his hands of my eyes,”Why are you so mad, girl?”

“I trying to study here but some girls can’t stop talking about you”, I rolled my eyes.

“Eh, neee I wanted to ask you something”, he said.

“Hm?”

“Can you help me with math?”

I looked at him with confused look. Sherlock needs my help?? He was blushing and he didn’t even look at me as he was asking me that. Sweet.

What?! No, no im not falling for him.

“Sure, but why do YOU need MY help for math??” I asked just wanted to tease a little.

“Don’t ask questions. Just do”

That was the only answer i got. I laughed and than started to explain the problem he asked me about.

After 2 hours “teaching” him math he understood it. I knew that he knew math but why would he ask me to explain it to him?

“You know (name), i wanted to ask you one more thing”, he said

I looked at him waiting so he can spill it.

“Do you maybe want to go on a-“

Before he could said some girls dragged him somewhere.

“Stupid Sherlock”, i said and packed my bags and went home.

/next day/

Ugh I couldn’t sleep all night. I wanted to know what he wanted to ask me.

“(Name)-channn!!!”

“Speaking of the devil”

“Ouch, that hurts. But i wanted to finish my question from yesterday”

I was staring at him waiting for the question.

“Ah yeah, amm I passed my exam because of you so would you like to go on a date with me? I want to thank you in that way for helping me”.

I looked at him for a second. Date? Why my heart screams yess and my mind said that we are just friends? Well what can cost me to listen a heart for once?

“Sure, why not”, i answered with smile.

He was happy, really happy because of my answer.

“Be here at 8 o’clock”. He said and left for his classes.

I smiled and left for my classes. I only had two lessons today so i went to my room prepared myself and went to library to study before we go on a date.

As i was minding my own business, that bully girls came to my desk. Angry. Really angry.

“YOU ARE GOING ON A DATE WITH SHERLOCK?!”

Remember that one who was “hE iS WaItInG fOr tHe RiGhT tImE tO aSk Me oN a DaTe”? Well this is her now screaming at me.

“Yeah? Why?” I asked

“HE IS NOT GOOD FOR YOU. NO YOU ARE NOT GOOD FOR HIM. I WON’T LET YOU GO ON A DATE WITH HIM”

Her girls just took my hands and as I tried to release myself, i saw HER RIPPING MY HOMEWORK.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU B***?!” I asked her angry.

“Oh trust me this is just the beginning”.

/Sherlock’s POV/

Its half past 9 and she is not here. Did she just ditched me? Amm wow? No no no maybe she forgot to look at the time. I went to her room but her roommate told me she is not here all day. I started to look for her. She is nowhere to find. WAIT THE LIBRARY!! Her favorite place. I went to library, to her favorite spot and find her head in her knees crying. And her heands.. they had blood!!! WHAT?!

“(name)!!! ARE YOU OKEY??” I asked as i ran to her

“Sherlock?” She looked up to me with tears in her eyes.

I ran to hug her.

“Are you okey? What happened?”

“That bully girls ripped my homework and did this because of this date we needed to have”.

I was mad, really mad. I want to kill them all. That stupid girls.

“Hey let’s go to take care of you”.

/next day//Reader pov/

Sherlock and I were sitting in principal’s office trying to explain what that girls did, but of course he didn’t want to listen to us because they had better status than me. So our mission failed. We were walking around the campus, and Sherlock stopped and turned to me.

“You know (name) im with you in this. I know the truth and no one will do anything to you. Im with you now”.

I started crying and i couldn’t hide this anymore. I kissed him.

“You stupid boy” i said and laughed.

“Love you too (name)-chan”.

#anime #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes #moriarty the Patriot Sherlock #sherlock fandom

[hazyilluminations]

On fire

The end of the year came flash-like fast. It is probably because you had the best, so far, time of your life. As you spent it with the chaotic, yet mutually supportive, each in their own way, volleyball team. And it was very sad, that the prop of the team was leaving it – the third-years. And you were determined to make something for them – graduation gifts, that will remind of their happy school and club time.

You hardly made it in time.

As the graduation ceremony ended, the team headed to the gym, to make their own goodbye party – take photos, share memories and just goof around one more time.

"Aren't you coming?", you heard the slightly annoyed voice of your giant boyfriend.

"Of course I am, I just need to pick something from the clubroom. Go, they will wait for you. Don't you want to know who the next cap is? I'll come in a few", you smiled at him.

"Ennoshita-san".

"What's with him?".

"He will be the captain".

"Well, it is a wise choice. He surely has skills and patience to make you and Kageyama stop bickering... aaaand to hold the wild trio in leash", you laughed at the thought of it, – "Poor Chikara. You know, your smart ass could sometimes just keep your commentaries to yourself and not make Kageyama boiling".

"I don't say anything, that isn't true", he took your bag and walked after you.

"Yeah, yeah. Why you two can't just get along", you sighed and stopped by the stairs. — "Look, I pick the box and get to the gym, okay? Don't make that face", you gently caressed his cheek.

"I don't understand what you are talking about, you little annoying minx", he rolled his yes at you, trying to make the tender moment a bit longer though, but you, to his disappointment, removed your hands. He frowned.

"And you are a colossal titan, but I still adore you. Now off you go".

He sighed deeply at the thought of spending time with the pure chaos and participate in some lame rituals.

You rushed in the photography clubroom and found the box, that you left here in the morning.

"Why do I always end up overdoing things?", the box felt like you were carrying a huge boulder.

You ran down the stairs, trying so hard not to fall head over heels.

"Ok. Mission accomplished", you said to yourself as you reached the gym doors safely.

At that exact moment you tripped on the little porch and fell rolling like a snowball in the gym.

"Y/n!", you heard the screams of the boys and saw Yachi-san almost fainting.

"Are you alright? Dizzy? How many fingers I show?", Suga was sitting in front of you, seriously concerned about your condition.

"Sorry. I am alright. I just… ", you felt somebody lifting you cautiously from behind.

"You are going to break yourself something one day. You seriously need to watch your step", Kei was annoyed.

"Tsukishima, you should be more sensitive to your partner!", Tanaka declared with pride and winked at Shimizu-san.

"Yeah! That's the spirit of a man, Ryu! Take care of your special someone, Tsukishima!", Noya exclaimed.

"What do you know about it, Noya-san?", Kei snickered.

"Okay, okay, let's just get back to the real reason of us being here", Chikara stood between the two boys.

"Sorry, Kei, I just didn't want to miss anything", you whispered and squeezed Kei's hand.

The official part took place. Daichi named Ennoshita as the new captain, wished the team to have strength, will and to support each other on the court.

Suga fooled a bit around, while Asahi tried to cite his favorite book.

Shimizu-san wished all the best and gave a farewell gift to Yachi-san, now the first manager of the team, and asked you to not stop supporting the team and helping out Yachi-san with the boys.

"I will, don't worry, Shimizu-senpai".

Kei looked at you intense, but you were so caught in a moment, that didn't understand his hint. He sighed.

"Diachi-san, Y/n wanted to give you something as a gift for your graduation", and he pushed you gently forward.

"Ah! Right! God, I almost forget. Here", you opened a box and took out 4 photo albums for each senpai.

"A photo album?", Suga got curious.

"Well, yeah. I've done some research and found your photos from the first and second years in the club, some photos of you in general. Highlights, I could say. A bit of sketching and some wishes from the team at the end", you started calmly, but got a bit sobby by the end of your speech.

"Here we go", Kei rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Uah, I didn't want to cry, I swear. It is just so sad. I would want to see how far you can go together, guys", you tried to calm your tears down.

"It's okay. Look, Asahi get emotional too!", Suga pointed out.

"No, I am not, Suga. It is just something in my eyes", Asahi smiled at you.

"Can I go out for a few minutes, to calm a bit?", you asked.

"Yes, sure! We'll enjoy our gifts while you take a break!", Suga was hyped about the album thing, – "Look Daichi, it is you, looking like a corpse! I didn't know Y/n took so many pictures of us. It is really amazing".

You smiled and went out to wash your puffy face and calm a bit.

"Tsukishima, you really don't like when Y/n is crying, don't you?", Chikara smiled at Kei.

"Why should I like it?", with that being said, he went to check you.

You were sitting on the edge of the stone and looking in the small mirror, when you spotted him.

"Don't say anything. I know I look ridiculous".

"I wanted to say that you look annoyingly adorable with that pinky nose of yours, but, if you insist, you do look funny", he pinched your cheek.

"You are the annoying one".

"Ouch. And they say I am the not sensitive one in this relationship. That hurts my feelings, Y/n", he sat in front of you and made a disappointed and sad face.

To your surprise, he touched your leg and start tracing it on the outside upwards.

"Kei?".

"Yes, Y/n?".

"What are you doing?", you felt tingles in your stomach.

"What does it look like?", he spoke calmly and with confidence, keep tracing with his fingers across your skin.

"Em… I wouldn't mind to make out with you, but I don't think it is the right place…", you mumbled as your face turned deep red.

"Oh, you see through me, Y/n. I am on fire. I am in desperate need of it", he was smirking at you.

And then…

He put a plaster on your leg, as you got cut, when you fell though the gym door with that enormous box.

"You did think I was going to kiss you, didn't you? You idiot, Y/n. Cute idiot, though. And clumsy…but cute", he gave you a small flick on the forehead, – "Come on, "I don't want to give them an opportunity to annoy the heck out of me".

He held you a hand, and you accepted it without retorts.

"I am not stupid, you know".

"Yeah, you are just a cookoo one", he smiled slightly, waiting for your reaction.

"And you are a giant smarts ass, but I love you. Does it make me a masochist?", you pouted, and then felt a grab on your shoulder.

"I guess, it makes two of us, you dorky little minx", he pulled you to his chest.

"Ow! Tsukki is a big softie, after all… ", you heard giggling voices, coming out of the gym.

"Dang it… ".

#furudate haruichi #hq x reader #anime #hq tsukishima #hq tsukki #tsukishima kei #tsukki imagines #tsukkixyou #tsukishimaxyou #tsukishimaxreader #tsukkixreader #karasuno #karasuonxreader #peskyfireflyfromkarasuno #stingyshima #haikyuu #haikyuufoureyes #mangafanfiction #fanfics

[kiwikipedia]

Solidarity and Serenity

A moment of respite from the frontlines finds Cody in his favorite place talking to his favorite person about his general. Who Cody’s pretty sure is in love with him.

Cody/Bultar Swan

AO3

All im saying is that Cody deserves to be with someone who knows what seasoning is.

Anyways, if you didn't realize, this is not a fic for fans who see Obi-Wan as someone who can do no wrong— and not a codywan space. This is about Bultar and Cody, neither of which really see Obi-Wan as their 'favorite' person.

Inspired by these two posts by @d3epfriedangels​ and @jekyllnahyena​ respectfully

The sound of the rain on the roof of the Temple was a steady noise, one that could have lulled Cody to sleep. And by all means, he really could’ve dozed off considering how comfortable he was. It wasn’t every day that he was off duty and spend time with his partner.

He had almost dozed off already, too— and who could blame him, really?

It felt nice to be a bit pampered, with careful fingers combing and carding through his hair— hair that was wet from a rather warm shower.

He could almost imagine that this was what life would be like after the War— if he made it out alive. The optimist inside of him wanted it to be true, of course. Wanted to say that of course he would make it out, that he and his brothers would live and the life after the War would be better— but realistically, he knew better.

Cody was, after all, the Marshall Commander of the Third Systems Army: Gamma. Nicknamed the “Sunrise” Army for Cody’s own choice in paint color and decor. He had seen his brothers die off and watched as they were replaced as if they were simply stock and fodder, not sentiant beings.

But he could imagine, nonetheless.

In rare moments of shore leave, he could imagine that this was what it would be like. With some holo-movie he really didn’t care all that much about playing in the background and settled between his partner’s knees as gentle hands messed with his hair.

And no calls from his General.

No calls about the War, about forms and paperwork that needed to be done, about supplies, or the others in the 212th. Because they knew not to bother him this time— and promised to behave themselves. They weren’t the 501st, after all.

Ah, but, even when the men behaved there was no guarantee that their General would. Cody probably would owe a few other brothers aside from Banks some favors, considering how a number of them AND their generals were somehow keeping his own busy.

Because, and he’d be the first to admit it, Obi-Wan Kenobi was annoying as hell.

Little gods, just thinking about it made him snort softly.

“Something funny?”

Cody tilted his head back, glancing up at the face of his partner, her dark eyes curious but amused.

In truth, he never expected to really fall ass over kettle in love for someone, especially not a Jedi. But damn, Bultar Swan was definitely easy on the eyes, in Cody’s most humble opinion.

And it had all started with a joint mission with the 370th's Avian Company.

Joint missions outside of the 501st were rare, but an event that never happened. And while it was improper to do so, Cody had to admit that he had been more than relieved to be free of General Anakin Skywalker for a mission or two— the Jedi was far to reckless and didn’t exactly seem to care that much about those around him as long as he could show off his ‘talent’.

The Avian Company had proven themselves to be been extremely efficient. 104th Battalion levels of efficient, in fact.

There was something to say about a Jedi who was absolutely in tune with the tide of the battle and always had more than one backup plan. And a Jedi who had a remarkably lower death count.

And about a Jedi who had no qualms leaping right into the fight barehanded.

Now Cody wasn’t the type of man who believed in love at first sight, but he might be convinced if the concept of ‘love at first witnessing the other punch a droid out’ was a real thing. Because watching Bultar Swan nail a Battle Droid right in the face after her lightsaber had been shot out of her hand had been a sight to see.

At the time, he recalled thinking that Bultar Swan was a woman of many talents— and damn if a strong woman didn’t do something to him.

It had been slow to start, Cody hadn’t even been sure how to approach romance with a Jedi— Kenobi was always spouting stuff on how it wasn’t allowed because Jedi didn’t do romance, which was bullshit because Wolffe and Monnk complained all the time about their Generals all but fucking on Joint missions together— or if she was even interested in the idea.

Hell, Cody didn’t even know how to "romance" a normal person.

But it had come naturally in the end.

Surprisingly, the 212th and Bultar’s Avian Company often had shore leave around the same time. Sometimes it had been with both Whiteout and Glade Company— and Cody had become acquainted with General Lissarkh and General Agen Kolar, as well as Generals Sha Koon and Voolvif Monn— but without fail, Bultar did what Kenobi didn’t, and that was offer to pay for real food for the men.

It might be “just takeout”, as she called it the first time, but she had a lot of pull with some palaces apparently. Plus, according to her, it was cheaper to buy things in mass bulk. He didn’t know how true that was but at the time he hadn’t cared all that much. The men got real food and there was a sense of ease among these Jedi.

Between casual conversations and shared meals between companies in the hangar after a successful mission, things ended up progressing between them and now Cody was here.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

The Marshall Commander shifted again as Bultar Swan continued to look at him questioningly before he let out a soft huff in the form of a laugh.

“Nothing much,” he answered finally. “Just about—“ he made a hand motion before reaching for an unopened can of whatever drink Bultar had brought over when she had sat down. “Kenobi.”

She made a face at that, and he laughed again. He knew that the two had a rather… complicated relationship to an extent. While friends, there was always a distinct rivalry between what was known as two of the five longest Lineages— Disaster and Change-Breaker. Bultar had explained it to him once. The five oldest lineages had some sort of rivalry that was both friendly and that Yoda’s lineage took it way too seriously. Change-Breaker, which was through General Koon’s master happened to not take it that seriously.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had been raised by Qui-Gon Jinn to… lean into that rivalry while Bultar had not originally been a part of the Change-Breaker line and had been grandfathered in when her original Master died and Plo Koon took over for him.

In other words, Jedi Politics that he was only halfheartedly knowledgeable about, but enjoyed listening to the once thought to be stoic Jedi he had learned about get all up in arms about the dumbest rivalries.

Still, she rolled her eyes a bit at the mention of Cody’s General’s name— though it was good-natured.

“What about him?” she asked and he snorted again, popping the tab of his drink.

“Did you know that I— and pretty much everyone else in the 212th— is about 95-Percent sure he’s in love with me?”

Bultar’s brow raised again as she resumed combing her hands through Cody’s hair. “Really?”

He hummed in response, taking a sip of his drink before passing it up to her to try. It was fruity and sweet— something they both liked.

“Yeah,” he said after he swallowed. “He gets all starry-eyed and blushes a lot. And flirts. Really badly.”

“Says stuff like ‘you’re one of the best men I’ve ever known’ and junk like that?” Bultar asked after she passed the can back to Cody. He nodded, rolling his eyes a bit.

She let out a soft huff of laughter at that and Cody settled back further against her.

“He really is bad at the Code he seems to have in his head, isn’t he?” He mused and she nodded in agreement.

“I bet he says things about how the Code forbids things, doesn’t he?” She asked and he nodded with a hum. “I never understood why that side of his lineage is so strict about one line of the code that’s left rather open.”

Cody was the one who let out a soft snort of laughter this time.

It was no secret among the Clones that the Jedi were vastly different from them— to the point where their own ‘Code’ of rules was flexible and left up to interpretation for some.

There were those who took every word at face Value. Cody had heard from one of the other Commanders about a Jedi who refused to take more than a handful of Clones and isolated herself in the frozen wastes of the Galaxy to ensure that no attachment existed, even in the form of friendship. But there were also those who felt as if there was more than one way to interpret the Code.

Bultar was an obvious example, but even further, there were a number of High Generals who didn’t adhere to the same strictness that Kenobi did. Koon and Fisto, specifically for various reasons including but not limited to the fact that the two were most definitely in some sort of romantic relationship— Wolffe had complained about it once, because apparently he really didn’t want to hear his General and another General flirt almost every time the ‘Pack met up with the Sea Dragons. He always refrained from commenting, mostly because he found it hilarious.

It wasn’t often when the 212th teamed up with the Avian Company under Bultar, but Banks had sent him three messages about how they better keep it professional because he was firm on not becoming Wolffe but if Cody started to act like Kit Fisto then he was going to start.

The mortifying idea of being compared to and the idea of showing public displays of affection in the same way that the Nautolan Jedi was enough to deter Cody from acting out just for the heck of it— all due respect to General Fisto, of course.

He let out a soft huff as he felt Bultar shift, arms draping around his shoulders before she leaned down to look at him.

“So what are your thoughts on it?” she asked and he blinked, lowering his drink from his lips.

“What do you mean?”

She made a slight hand gesture. “If we weren’t together, that is.”

Cody paused before it clicked and he made a face. “I think I’m more insulted at your implications, Bultar.”

The Jedi let out a short laugh. “That’s exactly what Siri said when she was asked.”

He wasn’t sure who this ‘Siri’ was, though he was more than certain that just based on that sentence they would’ve gotten along. Still, Cody grumbled a bit before tilting his head back and bumping their noses together.

“Besides,” he continued. “It’s Kenobi. You grew up with the guy, you know how he is.”

With a soft yelp, Bultar went down as Cody turned and flopped onto her with all the grace of a drowning lothcat.

“He thinks that salt is spicy,” Cody added after a moment. “He saw Waxer putting one of those seasoning packets from Dex’s takeout bags on his meal and asked him if he needed milk so it wouldn’t burn. Wooley tasted his meal once, it was the driest thing since Tatooine and just as bland too.”

It wasn’t a lie, though a bit exaggerated, but either way, Cody couldn’t help but grin as Bultar laughed again, propping herself up on her elbows as he rested his chin on her stomach. She reached down, poking him in the forehead.


“Don’t be rude,” she scolded lightly. “Comparing his meals to Tatooine? Tatooine is much more promising than his cooking.”

Cody let out a bark of laughter before burying his face into his partner's stomach, wrapping his arms around her as he quieted down. Her hands found their way to his hair again, fingers gently running through the strands and curls that he really should cut back down to length.

Conversations about Kenobi aside, Cody treasured these moments with Bultar. He knew that there was no promise of 'tomorrow', that this could be the last time he ever saw the Jedi alive— and for her, the same. Either one of them could be killed on the battlefield in the next few months— a stray blaster bolt, an explosion, even something as simple as a fall from a high place could do either of them in.

But still, in the event that they survived, that they won this war, and that he and his brothers gained freedom— and he knew that the Jedi would fight tooth and nail afterward to do so, to at least a bulk of them would— Cody imagined that this was what life would be like then. With the sound of the rain on the roof of the Temple soothing any nerves that existed, with some holo he really didn’t care all that much about playing in the background, and settled against Bultar with her hands running through his hair.

With no calls from Obi-Wan Kenobi about things he really should've done himself.

It was a nice thought, so he kept these moments close to his heart.

I’m pushing my CodySwan agenda officially, no more Codywan in this house (as if there’s ever been codywan really)

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[popitdontdropitwrites]

"Mx. Sinister" Engineer/Medic - Chapter 8

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

CW: Restraints, stalking, obsession and things of that nature.

The space in Joseph’s head pulsed so violently that he feared that it would crack and fall apart. Even before he opened his eyes, hammers pounded against his temple, crushing all thought under their might. With every passing moment, the searing, burning epicentre in the side of his head sent sharp shocks of pain through his brain. The fall had not been kind to him, as slight abrasions and cuts stung his skin, sticky with small droplets of blood. Though he knew that it would be agony, he sat up to get some painkillers. At least, Joseph wanted to do that. Restraints bit back at his hands with a clink, holding him completely still and he opened his eyes, coming to a horrific realisation.

This was not his bed, and the clothes draping from his body were not his own. The room around him, laden with metal, scrap parts, wiring and empty canisters made him feel as though he was trapped in a cage, destined to meet a horrible death. The stale air stunk of oil, varnish and dirt and the open window did little to counter it. A lone light dangled from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly back and forth, ticking down towards his doom. His breaths quickened, his eyes darting around the room, searching for tools, potential weapons, anything that could help him to escape.

The worst was yet to come. His gaze fixed upon a rustic chair by the bed and more importantly, the vile human being sitting on it, if he could even be called that. The calmness of his expression and the affection in Dell’s gaze made him want to pin him to the ground and strangle him.

“Good mornin’.” His tone angered Joseph to no end and loathing bubbled within him, getting closer and closer to boiling point.

The heat rushed to his ears, turning them a vibrant, furious red. “You better let me go right now.” He snarled, teeth bared. “If you don’t, I will scream and yell until someone comes to help me and then you will be locked up for the rest of your miserable life to rot!”

“Aw, shucks, don’t be like that, pumpkin.” Dell’s fingers ran through his hair in what was supposed to be a caring gesture. It only made him more uncomfortable. “Besides, we’re way out from your part of town. There’s only dirt and corn for miles. Even if you hollered and carried on for twenty years, odds are, no-one would ever hear ya.”

“You are insane!” He screamed, struggling against his restraints.

“Ah… I figured you’d be mighty annoyed when ya woke up.” He chewed on a toothpick as he talked. “I was hopin’ some friendliness might get me a bit in kind, y’know?”

“If there is even a sliver of humanity inside of you, you will let me go!”

“And why would I do that?” He asked it as if it were a genuine question.

“I have responsibilities. When I fail to come to work tomorrow morning, they will come looking for me.” He warned. “And I bet they would find traces of you all over my apartment.”

“’bout that,” Dell clicked his tongue, pulling something from out of sight onto his lap. “You’re resignin’.” He said, patting a bulky telephone. “You’re nearly old enough to retire, ain’t ya? They won’t know any different, really.” He began to input the number. “When your boss picks up, you better tell him that you’re puttin’ yourself out to pasture.”

“Or what?”

“Consider it a trust exercise, alright, sugar?”

For his own sanity, he chose to ignore the revolting pet name. “Dell.” He flattened his voice. “I have worked for decades to climb the ladder to my position. I can’t just give it up, not for you.”

“I s’pose your restraints ain’t comin’ off then.”

“But I have rent to pay! And I need my—” Dell placed a fat finger to his lips and hushed him.

“—Joseph, I’ve got more patents than I do fingers. Believe me, I can keep ya fed and pay the bills.”

“I don’t care. I am not staying here!”

The Texan paid him no mind. Instead, he finished dialling the number. He heard it ring, once, twice and on the third, his employer picked up. Their dull, monotone voice was instantly recognisable. He instantly wished they hadn’t picked up at all.

“Hello? Who is this?”

A deathly silence followed. Dell’s grey eyes bore into him, waiting for him to respond. Joseph bit his lip. He forced his broken, shattered thoughts to reassemble themselves and to collaborate on even a single cohesive thought. He focused them, sharpening them like gleaming daggers before throwing them exactly where he wanted them. He needed to make a choice. He couldn’t just give up his entire life for the mere prospect of freedom. It was hardly freedom, anyhow. The removal of his restraints for his life’s work hardly seemed fair. But even so, Joseph began to wonder what would happen if he refused to comply with Dell’s command. He wondered if he wound be bound forever, leaving his muscles to atrophy until he was defenceless. If he refused, he could never be free at all, and he would never even return to work. By refusing to comply, he would be killing his future. He would be accepting the role of a house pet.  

He found the courage to speak. “…My apologies, this is Joseph Humboldt speaking.” He swallowed nervously, noting how a sly, sickeningly smug smile had spread on Dell’s lips.

“It’s unusual for you to call me on weekends, Joseph. Is something wrong?”

“I’m quite alright. Actually, I… I called because I would like to resign from my position.” Hearing those words from his own mouth made him want to throw up. “It’s… it’s for medical reasons, the same reasons you were informed about some time ago.” He bit his lip, attempting to wake himself from this nightmare. “Age has not been kind to me, and I think it would be best for my condition if I took the time to relax more often.” His heart pounded in his chest. He regretted picking such a reasonable explanation. If he had said that he wanted to retire voluntarily, a person like them would have immediately realised something was amiss.

A long, agonising silence followed. “Oh… I see. Would you like to come to me in person to make the arrangements?”

He glanced to Dell, and he shook his head. “No thank you, that won’t be necessary.”

Though their tone remained professional, they sounded shocked, maybe even a little offended. “Thank you for everything Joseph. I will sort this out as soon as I am able.” With that, the call abruptly ended and Joseph’s life had ended with it.

“Couldn’t’ve done it better myself.” Dell said as he ripped the wiring out of the telephone, making it a useless husk.

Joseph resisted the urge to sob, convincing himself that shedding tears now would be showing his captor weakness. He sat silently, focusing on his breath and the sounds outside – anything to avoid the monster in the room with him.

Dell perked up, remembering something. “Right, lemme get those nasty varmints off ya.”

He sat by his side on the bed and came uncomfortably close to him. Dell’s hand – no doubt intentionally – brushed his forearms before moving to his wrists. Soft beeps sounded, as if Dell was inputting a code of some sort. The cuffs on his hands whirred before popping open and he rubbed the sore spots, trying to relieve the pain. Despite being free to move far more than before, he knew better than to pounce on his captor. In the rare event that he could knock him down and run away without having his skull crushed by that metal prosthesis, he would not get far in this state. With the dizziness that spun his world, he’d likely fall before he even got out of the door. And to add insult to injury, he would wind back up in restraints.

He waited for Dell to undo the mechanical clasp around his leg, but he moved away. “Dell.” He thought to remind him of what he had forgotten. “You promised to unchain me.”

“I never said I’d undo all of ‘em.” Dell explained. “That one is a lil’ different, anyways. It’s not a ‘chain’ or even remotely like one.” He gestured to the device around his leg that resembled a band. “It doesn’t actually lock ya down or nothin’.”

“If I am not tethered to this room, how can it possibly keep me in here?” He asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Well… what ya don’t know is that there’s a lovely lil’ machine outside that’ll activate the moment it detects this little thing within its range.”

“…And what will it do, exactly?”

“It’ll immobilise ya faster than ya can blink.” He sounded proud of the fact. “You’re welcome to try if ya like.”

“When did you have the time to design this horrible contraption?” Processing so much horrifying information at once made his guts churn, as if he was about to be sick.

“Ya were out for a while.” Dell replied nonchalantly as if it had been no trouble at all. “Speakin’ of, do ya need anythin’? Food, water?”

Joseph rubbed his temples, desperately trying to relieve his headache. “Painkillers.” He demanded.

“How ‘bout I kiss it better for ya?”

“No.” He growled, instinctively backing away on the bed.

Dell rose his hands in a faux surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll be back in a jiff…” He left the room, leaving the door wide open to taunt him.

He carefully stepped out of bed, placing his hand against the wall to steady himself. The world spun in circles and yet more pain exploded behind his eyes. Even so, he kept going, curious to see if Dell had been bluffing. He took slow, cautious steps until he finally reached the open door. He peered out, craning his neck out ever so slightly to look outside. The grass was overgrown, with humble wildflowers hidden in the blades. A shining metal disc protruded from the ground, with a flickering red light on the top, like a watchful eye.

He dared to stick his leg out of the door to see how it would react. The red light began to flicker faster and brighter and pulled away when the hair on his leg began to stand up. It was only then that Joseph accepted the truth.

He was completely and utterly trapped.

Next Chapter

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[lovelybarnes]

henleys and hair ties- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, one mention of sam wilson warnings: very fluffy you have no idea about: domestic fluff with bucky barnes or: prompt y/n buying bucky something unrequested because it made y/n think of him. a/n: stop i actually really like this, i had bad writers block so i just went to a prompt generator and wrote this

the bags in your hand gently knock against the door of your apartment, the other reusable bags gathered at your feet to let your other hand search for the keys inside your bag. you frown when you can’t find them, turning a bit to dig further inside and leaning your weight against the door. the knob suddenly turns, and you nearly fall when your boyfriend opens the door, but instead, your favorite super-soldier lets you sink into his chest rather than stand there to watch you pummel to the floor.

“doll?” he asks in confusion, looking down at you.

“um, hi, honey,” you greet awkwardly, sprawling your fingers on his chest to push yourself, standing up again to peck bucky’s lips.

“couldn’t find your keys again?” he teases, gently taking the bags from you, although you argue for a second.

“yes,” you grumble, watching as he bends down to collect the bags on the ground. the memory of you struggling to carry all the bags to the car briefly passing through your mind while you observe him effortlessly bringing them to the kitchen. “see, groceries would be a lot easier if i could carry all the bags like they were just a couple of tissues,” you complain, closing the door behind him. “‘told you to wait for me to go,” he reminds, setting everything down on the table and beginning to unpack. “you left the keys on the counter, by the way.”

you look at the counter to find he’s right, exhaling a short breath of annoyance when you realize it’s the third time you’ve forgotten. “another reason to take me with you,” he shrugs, and you breathe out a laugh, “why are you so insistent on going grocery shopping with me? you need to rest after missions like you insist i do. besides, it’s not as fun as you seem to think it is.”

you stand next to him, folding all the bags that are empty. “everything’s fun with you,” he winks, and you bump his hip with yours, a smile on your lips. “so cheesy, mister barnes,” you say, turning to look at him.

“only for you, doll,” he chuckles, handing you another bag. “so how was the store?”

you shrug, “boring. how was the mission?” he hums, putting away the fridge items while you stare at him from the pantry.

“easy. you cleaned up the base for us.”

you smirk, “‘s what i do.” he meets you at the kitchen table, pressing a proud kiss to your cheek. you turn to kiss him properly, twirling one of the loose strands from his bun with your finger. your nail drags on his jaw when you pull away, collecting the heat from his blushing skin. cute. “wanna watch a movie later?” you cock your head at him, grinning when he kisses your nose.

“sam picks today.”

your eyebrows furrow, “sam? is he coming over?” you look at the table, satisfied to find it clean and void of grocery bags.

bucky shakes his head, “no, he just keeps annoying me about this movie i’ve never heard of.”

“ah,” you nod slowly, already knowing what movie he’s talking about, “you really wanna watch mean girls?”

bucky’s shoulders raise cluelessly, “i don’t even know what it’s about.”

you chuckle, guiding your fingers to thread through his vibranium ones, heading to the couch as he trails along when you spot one more bag. “oh! one more thing,” you squeeze his fingers, reaching into the bag to pull out what you bought. “i saw this and remembered how you keep borrowing these because you hate your hair falling into your eyes, and while i really don’t mind, wan and nat kind of do, so i bought you some,” you smile, handing bucky the package of colorful hair ties you picked out for him. “also, you have like, two henleys left since i keep stealing them, so i got you some more.” you motion to the bag, which contains a few henleys in neutral colors. “but, i will probably steal those, too, after you wear them and they smell like you,” you beam, “just to warn you.”

bucky still hasn’t said anything, staring at the hair ties you gave him- bought for him. specifically for him. just because you saw them and thought of him and remembered something about him. his eyes flicker to the bag, and he remembers the way his henleys hung off of your shoulders, the crinkle of your eyes as you tell him they smell like him.

“oh, i almost forgot,” you tap your free palm against your forehead, turning to the kitchen, oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside bucky’s mind, “i got fresh plums for you since i know you really like them. they’re in the fruit container thing steve got for us-- which, by the way, i am one-hundred percent sure is not a fruit container--” bucky suddenly cuts you off, pulling you to his chest and nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“thank you,” he murmurs, recognizing the warm comforts of your arms as they wrap around his back.

“oh- yeah. it was no problem,” you laugh softly, before settling your cheek on his chest, rubbing your nose on the shirt that smells like a mix of you and him.

your knowledge about the plums-- something he hadn’t even told you, you’d just cared enough to notice- is what makes him shut his eyes as he drinks everything in, the hair ties in his favorite color settled in his hand, the henleys that he can’t wait for you to take again, the little notebook you got him a couple of months before because you had observed he had filled his last one up-- it wraps around him akin to your softness, assuring him that you actually love him, that you pay attention to him and think about him even when he isn’t there.

the tears that gather in his eyes make him pull you closer and kiss your forehead, and although it shouldn’t be, it’s a surprising realization that he’s happy. and maybe he deserves it, too.

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[toomanyfandoms02]

Road Trip -- JJ Maybank

Summary - The gang goes on a road trip and there are fewer beds than planned ;) Reader learns just why JJ doesn't want to sleep in the same bed :(

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings - angst, mentions of JJ's dad

Hurt comfort y'all, hurt comfort

JJ requests are open! My masterlist is pinned and has dialog prompts if you want some inspiration

Road trips were one of my favorite things, especially with my favorite people. We were currently going to Kalahari indoor water park in Ohio. I was shaken awake as I feel the vehicle come to a stop.

"Y/n, we're here!" JJ said loudly in my face. My hands came up to push him away from me.

"Shut *up*!" I groaned, sitting up quickly and wiping my eyes. Everyone was gathering their bags and Pope was sliding the door open.

"Have a good nap?" Sarah asked with a smile, I nodded in response, tying my hair into a ponytail. I stepped out of the van and smelled the cool night air. Even from the outside, you could smell the chlorine.

"Y/n, could you go check us in? It's under my name. We will get your bags." I nodded, walking in the huge front doors and immediately being greeted.

"Hi, there! Checking in?" The woman asked, I replied with a polite yes as she lead me to the counter. "Name?"

"It should be under John B, or maybe John Routledge." I tapped my fingers on the counter, looking up at the extremely high ceilings.

"Ah yes, John Routledge. 4-bed suite correct?" My eyebrows scrunched at this. Our room was *supposed* to be a 5-bed. One for each of us, excluding Sarah and John B.

"You mean 5-bed?" I asked. She looked back at the computer, typing something in. She shook her head slowly.

"No sorry, it's indeed set for 4 beds." She made an apologetic face. "I would upgrade you to a 5-bed for free but we are packed at the moment, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I knew what that meant, considering Kiara and Pope had a little romantic falling out not too long ago.

"That's alright, it's not your fault." I smiled, she handed me 2 room cards and apologized again. I walked out to the group, who was still gathering all of our stuff.

"Christ Kie what is *in* here?" Pope groaned, pulling her bag from the back. They bickered a bit before I interrupted them.

"So bad news," I announced loudly, all heads whipping my way. "they messed up the room." I huffed.

"What? Do we still have one?" John B asked in an annoyed tone. I held up our room cards.

"Yeah but unfortunately we only have 4 beds and not 5." I watched as Pope and Kie awkwardly looked at each other. I was not going to do that to Pope. He needed closure and sleeping with her was going to do him no good. "So JJ and I are going to share a bed." I said giving JJ a look. He just nodded.

I grabbed my bag from his hand and thanked him.

"So you wanna sleep with me huh?" He asked, closer to my ear. I slapped his chest lightly.

"In your dreams J."

"Yeah, you are." He winked. I just rolled my eyes and lead us inside. Our room was on the third floor so we took the elevator up. I slid one of the cards in, hearing a click as the door opened.

The room was beautiful. It was huge and sectioned off into 4 parts. Two parts were full bedrooms. Another part was the kitchen with a half wall the combined where the other two beds were. Then there was the bathroom. Though there was another bathroom attached to one of the bedrooms.

"Holy shit Sarah, you spoiled us." I laughed, setting my bag on the ground.

'This room is awesome!" Kie gushed, walking over to the huge windows to the outside.

"I figured if we are staying for 4 days we would want a nice room to come back to." She shrugged.

"I say we get our stuff in our rooms and go to bed." I said, with a stretch.

"You just woke up from a nap." JJ said plainly. I looked up at him with a shitty look.

"Shut up, I'm always tired." I waved him off. "Sarah and John B get the room with the private bathroom." I pointed to the right. "Kie and Pope get the two beds here, and JJ and I get the other room." We all split off, dragging our bags with us.

I fell back onto the king-sized bed after putting my bag in the corner. The bed was so soft.

"Comfy?" JJ asked sitting next to me and sinking into the bed. "Woah, yeah it's comfy." He sighed, laying next to me.

"This wasn't what I was expecting when they said 4 beds." I thought out loud. "I expected like, 3 small beds and a big bed."

"Me too." He said, staring at the ceiling fan that spun on low. "We don't have to sleep here together though, you can have the bed." He said, pointing to the little couch that sat in our private room. I looked at him with an unbelievable look.

"Are you kidding? You are not going to fit on that couch. You're sleeping in this bed with me."

"Damn, didn't know you wanted me in bed so bad." He teased. He wasn't wrong, though the way he was implying was more sexual than the innocent reason that flooded my head. I just wanted to cuddle him.

Maybe not in the 'just friends' way either.

But he didn't need to know that.

"Mhmmm." I just agreed, standing up and grabbing clothes from my bag. "I'm gonna go get into my pajamas." I said, leaving the room and going into the bathroom. I changed into sleep shorts and a big t-shirt.

I came out of the bathroom, walking into our open bedroom door.

"You care if I close the door?" I asked semi-loudly, not seeing JJ anywhere. He came from the side of the room, ruffling his hair. I bit the inside of my cheek seeing he was only in shorts. Sure, I had seen JJ shirtless *plenty* of times. But now I was going to be sleeping in bed with him.

"Go ahead." He said, turning the lamp on one side of the bed off. I nodded, shutting the door behind me. I climbed in next to him, turning my lamp off.

"Night JJ." I whisperer, falling asleep to scenarios about the boy who was currently less than a foot away from me.

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My eyes opened slowly, feeling the bed shifting around significantly. The room was extremely dark as I sat up, trying to figure out what was going on. I blinked profusely to adjust my eyes and looked next to me. JJ was flinching and whining in his sleep, his eyes squeezed shut impossibly tight. I narrowed my eyes at him, was he having a nightmare?

His head shook and his face scrunched. I could only imagine what was going on in the poor boy's head. I shook his arm a little.

"JJ." He ripped his arm from my grip, eyes still closed. I grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it a little hard. He gasped and shot up in the bed, a tear rolling down his cheek. His breathing was labored, grabbing at his chest and looking around frantically.

"JJ, hey look at me." I said, shaking his hand. As his eyes looked into mine, I saw fear.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He croaked, clearly still holding back a cry.

"I don't care, what's wrong?" I asked, scooting to sit in front of him. He sucked his lips into his mouth, looking down at his hands, which were now detached from mine.

"Just a nightmare." He said, shutting his eyes tightly, another tear rolling down his cheek. I hated seeing him like this, JJ was so strong. I wiped his tear with my thumb and he began hyperventilating again. "But I can't stop thinking about it." He whimpered. "It felt so real." His voice cracked at the end, his hands flying to cover his face.

"Hey, hey, look at me. You're with me, no one else." He still shook with silent cries. "Was it about your dad?" I asked carefully, not wanting to send him into a spiral. I saw a slight nod. "Okay, does this feel like a panic attack?" I asked quietly. He nodded again, I could hear him barely sniffle.

I pulled his hands from his face, the poor baby looked a mess. His face was red and puffy, tears and sweat making it look like someone poured a bucket of water on him. His eyes were shut still, his lips trembling and nostrils flared. I put my hands on the side of his face.

"Just look at me, open your eyes." I stated quietly, his eyes fluttering open. His normally light blue eyes were dim and dull as he looked into mine. "When I was little, I had lots of panic attacks. My mom researched what helps best and skin-to-skin releases oxytocin, a happy chemical." I said, running my hands down his shoulders and scooting closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his back slowly.

His arms still hung by his side as I felt his ragged breathing.

"On both ends." I said, grabbing his hands and slipping them under my shirt, resting them on the small of my back. He pulled me much closer now, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "Now just feel how I'm breathing." I tried to keep a steady breath, for him. My ear was right up against his chest, hearing his speeding heart slow slightly.

"Thank you." I heard him say into my hair, still squeezing me tightly.

"Of course JJ, anything for you." My hands ran up and down his back, his breathing slowed to a calm after a few minutes. He pulled away, wiping his face and pushing his hair back.

"I'm really sorry about that." He apologized.

"JJ, I don't mind. It was no bother to me in the slightest."

"I've never calmed down from a panic attack so fast." He shook his head. "You do that often?"

"Nope, just for you." I smirked.

"Well, I appreciate it, a lot." I could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Any other suggestions you have about skin-to-skin contact?" I was always bad at reading signs, but this seemed like a sign.

"You mean like more intimate ways?" I asked slowly, not knowing if I was crossing a line.

"Yeah, like, do you think it would calm me down more if," he put his hand on my cheek, "if maybe I kissed you?" The room was suddenly much brighter. I could see his eyes and how vulnerable his face was. The fact that I was *not* answering was probably fueling his anxiety. But I knew I could not get words out even if I tried, so I only nodded.

He leaned forward quickly, his lips landing on mine softly. Our noses bumped slightly at the sudden movement. His hand rested between my neck and shoulder and mine pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Our lips detached after a few seconds.

"So you did want me in bed." He teased, just inches from my face. I smiled with a shake of my head.

"You're such an ass." I said, lying back down. He laid next to me, putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. "Skin-to-skin also happens to help with nightmares." I said, grabbing his hand. His legs entangled with mine.

"Guess you'll have to sleep with me more often." He said plainly, bringing a massive smile to my face.

"I guess so."

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[celestialarchon]

Polaroids

NSFW | Xiao x female reader smut | 18+

warnings: rough sex, teasing, degradation/slight humiliation, dirty talk.

grammar is imperfect. deal with it. this is my first smut post so it might not be great!

“ah, where i’m from we call these polaroids,” your eyes were bright as you pointed to the photos spread across Xiao’s room in Wangshu Inn.

Xiao grunted in response, annoyed by your focus on this silly kurious kamera. You’d spent over a week adventuring and taking photos to fix the stupid kamera. He wanted your attention but you were still focused on the silly bits of photography. You turned to him holding out a kamera, beaming.

“this mortal contraption is useless to me,” Xiao scowled but took it from your hands.

“eh?” you turned to him a bit offended by his tone, frowning. “it’s to capture the memory of such pretty things. if you don’t want it, it’s fine but i don’t need two. there’s no need to be so cranky.”

Of course, you had noticed his pouting before but thought showing him the pretty little polaroids would lighten his mood. You stood to grab and your bag and gather your photos but were stopped by the yaksha’s cold grip on your wrist, he pulled you close to him and placed your old kamera on his bed to free his other hand. Xiao’s eyes were dark as he looked down at you, he sighed and gently kissed your forehead. It was seemingly innocent but you knew by the look in his eyes you were in trouble and you could feel your heart beating quickly and excitement building in you. His lips moved down the side of your face as he held you against him tight, trailing down to your neck. You pressed your lips together as he found your sweet spot and sucked gently. He hummed, gripping your waist tighter and using his free hand to summon just enough energy to tear the clothes from your body. In one swift movement he pulled rope off a nearby table and bound your hands, pushing you down before what he’d done could register in your mind.

Blush crept up your face as you lay on the floor in shock. He smirked down at you, seeing you surrounded by the photos that had kept you busy from him. He adored how flustered and helpless you looked. You scowled, knowing he was enjoying this far too much but unable to control the growing heat in your core. You felt weak, just knowing he was going to do all sorts of lewd things to you. Xiao picked up the kamera he’d thrown on the bed and turned to you with lust filled eyes, letting out a growl.

“to capture the memory of pretty things,” Xiao held the box gently and chuckled as he clicked the button, “so damn pretty.”

Before you could stop yourself you whimpered in embarrassment and protest, trying to wiggle free of your bindings but Xiao noticed. He tossed the kamera on the bed once again, and pounced on you. His hands were firm, holding you down as his hungry lips met yours. He swept his tongue across your bottom lip, wanting to explore and overwhelm you. When you didn’t give him immediate access, he spread your legs rubbing his knee on your heat. Your lips parted in shock and pleasure and he slipped his tongue in the cavern of your mouth. You gave up on fighting him, allowing him to take your lips aggressively and trembling as he continued to grind his knee on your core. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you still and smirked again at your panting.

“Already so worked up?” he titled his head and moved his rough hands to your chest, massaging your breasts, “hm, i can’t wait to capture how pretty you look when i’m done with your pathetic body.”

Xiao pulled away from your body just a bit leaned down, kissing your neck and chest gently, his hands creeping towards your core. You whimpered as his fingers brushed the bud and he growled, sinking his teeth into your neck and sucking. A loud moan escaped you and it set a feral part of him off. He slammed two fingers into you, leaving dark marks all over your body. He was ruthless, pushing his slender fingers in and out of your wetness quickly and forcefully, ravishing the whimpers and moans that erupted from you. The erotic noises you made under him only made him want to work you over more. He pulled away from your skin watching your every move as he slipped in a third finger.

Xiao relished in the scene before him. The way you were so helpless and submissive, tied up under him. Your moans spurred his dark lust on further. He knew you were his and he could do what he pleased with you. He leaned down murmuring in your ear how slutty and pathetic you looked for him. He was so hard but containing himself solely so he could teach you a lesson. A lesson to never ignore him or be distracted from, especially for silly mortal things. He grinned feeling you tighten around him but never stopped.

“X-Xiao,” you could barely speak as his fingers never stopped and you were close again, “please ah kiss!”

Xiao merely rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“n-n-no!! kiss hnng lips!” you demanded.

He laughed darkly, spreading your legs further and moving down. Kissing and biting your thighs, he curled his fingers in you again.

“ah! n-no,” you protested but he didn’t listen.

Never once slowing the movement of digits in you, he kissed your bud. You squirmed but he ignored you, licking up your slit. His tongue soon was devouring you, licking and sucking on your most sensitive spot. His eyes never left you as you threw your head back and became nothing but a moaning mess. Only when he saw drool running down your chin tears in your eyes did he slow down, removing his fingers and smashing his lips onto yours. Seeing the tears in yours eyes set him off and he couldn’t wait any more.

Xiao’s lips left yours and you were suddenly turned over, ass in the air. He growled and slammed into you with no mercy, thrusting into you as you cried out. You had no time to adjust to him but the pain of his large member was quickly replaced with pleasure.

“how dare you ignore me for a fucking week?” he pulled you back by your hair, “do you know how mad that makes me you fucking bitch?”

You couldn’t speak as his hand gripped your hip roughly pulling you onto his cock. He let go of your hair and moved his hand to your throat, growling as he pounded you mercilessly. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, not slowing as you screamed in a haze of pleasure.

“Ha,” his voice was dark and rumbling in your ear “you really are so pretty taking my cock like this angel. so cute when your cunt is a mess like this. you’re such a slut for me aren’t you?”

Your vision blurred from tears and pleasure, drunk on lust you could only cry out as he railed you. His thrusts were sloppier and he started to grind his cock into you as he bit down on your neck roughly. Drool ran down your chin again as he filled you up, grunting. Even so, he continued to thrust into you. His feral noises and endless stamina only turned you on more. He shoved your head down to the floor and gripped your hips tighter, fucking you with inhuman force.

“You like that don’t you? Yeah, look at your pretty little cunt filled up with my cum and my cock.” His words were rough.

The overstimulation was too much. All you could do was take it as he fucked you from behind, releasing inside you repeatedly.

“How cute, you don’t think i’m done with you do you you whore?” He smirked as your eyes rolled back and you came again.

Xiao fucked you until he thought you’d fall unconscious. He sighed pulling out of you, grabbing the kamera for the last time. the device that started it all. he glanced at your messy body, ass still in the air with juices dripping down your thighs and puddling below you. still tied up with your hands behind your back and dark marks littered your body from where he had bitten you. your cheeks were read and stained with tear marks. he smirked and pressed the button.

“to capture the prettiest memories” he muttered and picked you up, knowing he needed to care for you now, “such a good pretty girl, i love you.”

you could only nod in response.

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines

[plant-flwrs]

Heyy!! I wish you would write a fic where Fred is lowkey really into Shakespear and Romeo and Juliet and tries to woo the reader cs she’s muggleborn? Idk but it would be so cute!! 🥺

romeo and juliet // fred weasley

masterlist!

summary: Fred reads Romeo and Juliet and can’t help but fall in love

a/n: schools out, so hopefully that means more time for writing! thanks for the request anon i thought it was adorable, hope you like it!!

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At first, it was a secret. Fred had no intention of actually enjoying it. He had simply accepted the book Professor Lupin had lent him, thumbed through it, and stayed up all night to read it by accident.

Maybe it was because Lupin had seen the way Fred looked at you across the class, separated by hidden bloodlines and upbringings. You, with your muggle pens that you smuggled in. You, with your muggle records you used an entire bag to carry onto the train. You, with your muggle magazines that spread through the common room like wildfire. You, with those weird little things called cigarettes that you sold in your third year to the older students. You, with the way the older pureblood witches would sit and ask you to do their hair for them because only you could do all the newest muggle styles. You, with your reluctance to Quidditch but your love for soccer.

Fred was gone, absolutely gone for you. He was even more behind than usual in class because he couldn't help but find you with his eyes, no matter the room you were in or the distance between you both. Remus Lupin, the secret romantic, asked Fred to stay after class.

"Mr. Weasley," Professor Lupin called, feet kicked up on his desk while he levitated a novel wandlessly in front of him. A half-eaten apple rested on a napkin beside a chocolate wrapper and Fred was forced to remember the breakfast he had barely eaten, choosing to instead pretend he hadn't noticed the fact you had only sat a few seats away.

Fred stood in front of Lupin's desk, waiting as the room emptied out and George shot him a wink from the doorway.

"Yes, Professor?" Fred rocked on his feet, hands stuffed in the pockets of his robe. He tried not to wonder if you had noticed that he had been called behind, or if you had noticed him at all. He vaguely registered that this might what his brother would call 'pathetic'.

"You never turned in that essay on wandless defenses," Lupin said slowly, the book moving to rest on his desk as he moved his feet to the ground.

Fred was quiet, biting the inside of his cheek as he couldn't seem to recall the last time a teacher had bothered to talk to him about his assignments instead of deeming him a 'lost cause' or a student who 'simply wouldn't apply themselves'.

Professor Lupin sighed, moving again to stand. Fred thought he caught a flash of pain on the professor's face, perhaps a wince as he stood, but the moment was gone before Lupin was giving Fred a calculating and sympathetic glance.

"Do you need an extension?" Remus offered, leaning his hip against the desk and inclining his head to show Fred the importance of this offering.

"I'd appreciate that, Professor," Fred admitted.

They were silent again, Remus still looking at Fred like he was something to figure out. Remus shifted, eyes dropped to his desk and lips lifting.

"What's got you so preoccupied?"

Fred was blushing before he could think of a lie, and then he realized he didn't want to lie. He hadn't even told George about his crush on you- no doubt it was obvious. Fred had had flings and crushes on loads of girls, all fun and easy, but this felt heavier. He didn't want to have a fling with you.

"I guess-" Fred sighed, removing his hands from his robes and wiping them on his trousers, "I've just been distracted recently. A lot on my mind."

"Ah," Remus smiled fondly, nodding slowly.

A book began to move from a pile in the corner, elegantly and easily avoiding the tall stacks of clutter and various lumps of papers to levitate to Fred. Fred reached out for it, moving it in his hand to read the cover. Romeo and Juliet.

"I'll make you a deal, Fred," Professor Lupin said, his voice sounding so mischievous that Fred was surprised he hadn't become ten years younger right in front of him. "You can either write the essay on wandless defenses, or you can read that and write an essay on 'Romeo and Juliet'."

Fred thumbed through the book, eyebrows furrowed. He had never liked reading, most of the books at the Burrow belonged to Bill, Percy, or his father. He was pretty sure that George would find Fred reading Shakespeare to be just as funny as the time they released Cornish Pixies in the Slytherin changing rooms.

"Yeah, alright."

Fred managed to eat dinner that night, with you safely at the opposite end of the table. The curtains to his fourposter had been closed for hours and the light from his wand had been steadily bright for just as long. He had gone from laying on his back, head propped up beneath his arms, to resting his back against the headboard, to sitting upright in the center of his bed, head propped on his fist, to laying on his stomach, to laying on his back again with his head at the foot of his bed, and soon enough, the sun was flooding through a crack in the curtains. He had just finished Romeo and Juliet when he heard the showers starting.

"Lupin!"

Remus stopped and watched Fred catch up to him. He looked tired and simultaneously wide awake, his hair was a mess, and Remus was almost certain that he was wearing his pajama pants beneath his school robes.

"Mr. Weasley," Remus said cordially, continuing his walk to the greenhouse.

"I wanted to talk to you about that book you lent me-"

"Oh, you can keep it, if you'd like. I've read it dozens of times."

Fred hesitated, a wide smile spreading over his face, "Oh, thanks, Professor! It's just, I wanted to tell you I really liked it."

"You've finished it, then?" Remus asked with an impressed smile.

"Read it last night," Fred admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

"I look forward to the essay, then," Lupin said with a kind smile and a nod, turning into the greenhouses and leaving Fred in the corridor.

Inside his robes, he felt the weight of the tiny book against his chest. He kept it in a pocket there, fingers itching to hold it and read it again.

He couldn't help the roaring thoughts in his head. The idea that you were his Juliet, that you and he could find a hidden love, just for you two, amongst your external differences. He was oddly disappointed by the ending and decided he might not completely finish the book if he read it again, perhaps pretend it ended differently. He leaned his back against the stone wall behind him, fighting a blushing smile from his face.

So, Fred loved Shakespeare in secret. He loved reading in secret. He loved the weight of the book in his hands in secret. He loved the words and the phrases in secret. He loved the way it made him think in secret. He loved you in secret. He loved in secret.

Until you started dating Thomas Meadowbrooke. Thomas was a Ravenclaw, wickedly smart, handsome, kind, and the victim of many of the Weasley twins' pranks for a while. George didn't directly ask Fred why they were suddenly pranking this one boy so relentlessly all of a sudden, but he didn't need to.

Thomas wore blazers with patches on the elbows and combed his silky hair down the middle. He always had a flower in his coat pocket to give to you and he always carried a book of poetry with him. He was sensitive and wistful in all the ways girls loved, including you.

You thought Thomas was painfully boring. He would fawn over you in the most annoying ways, giving you poems that he wrote (horrendously awful, they were) and quoting lines from old and boring books to you. He didn't listen to Joan Jett or Janis Joplin and he cringed when you played your records. He suggested Bach or Debussy instead. He was boring.

You had only agreed to go out with him because he asked. Thomas Meadowbrooke may have been able to put a cornish pixie to sleep just by talking to it, but he was undeniably handsome. Well, he was more handsome before he had fallen victim to a particularly entertaining Weasley twin prank that turned his hair gelled and spiked up for a few days.

You broke up with Thomas soon after. He took it well, saying it gave him fuel to finish some poetry he hadn't been inspired enough for before.

Remus heard this gossip quite excitedly.

"She did, did she?" Remus tilted his head, a coy smirk on his lips.

The smell of fertilizer was strong, but he learned not to mind it as he watched the merry witch digging in various pots.

"He was quite heartbroken, the poor thing. Filius said that when he did routine bed checks, he could hear Thomas crying for weeks!" Professor Sprout sighed, patting down the soil and checking for weeds.

"Teen romance is always quite fickle," Remus commented, following Pomona as she moved to the next pot.

"Says you!" Pomona playfully scolded Remus, her red cheeks filling as she smiled.

Remus chuckled, thinking back to Sirius who would sneak into his office later to distract him from grading papers.

"You know, Pomona," Remus said in that voice of his, the one that got Sprout to drop her trowel and lean in close to hear the latest gossip. "I think Fred Weasley's got a bit of a crush on Y/n."

Pomona gasped, dirty hand flying to cover her mouth. She paused, scrunching up her face and sticking her tongue out to spit out the clump of dirt.

"He hasn't!" she continued, not minding Remus' amused smile and the clean rag he offered her to wipe her hands.

"He's always staring at her," Remus said, thinking on it. "I reckon he's quite the secret romantic."

Pomona cooed and awed as she continued to tend to her plants, she and Remus trading anymore gossip that they could think of.

The weather changed at quite a convenient time for Fred. With the slightly warm but still a bit chilled fall weather, Fred could dawn his lighter coats. His lighter coats that happened to have wonderfully shaped pockets on the inside, just the right size for a book.

Fred wondered if you had gone out with Thomas because Ravenclaw book nerds were your type, or if you had broken up with him because Ravenclaw book nerds weren't your type. Fred had spent almost all of the warm weather contemplating how he was going to continue to live if he was determined to remain secretly in love with you. By fall he had figured it out.

Fred wasn't going to hide anything, not the books he had recently begun to love, or the way he loved so strongly. He wasn't going to miss meals because you were so distracting. He wasn't going to suffocate under his crush on you.

It was a beautiful day. George was up in the dorms with Lee working on a prank and Fred had decided to take a walk down to the Black Lake. His lighter coat was a bit heavier because of the book in the pocket, and Fred pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked down at the ground to avoid stepping on tree roots. He found a nice spot beneath a tree, resting against the trunk and reading.

"Hey, Fred," a voice called, coming closer as they easily avoided the maze of tree roots.

Fred looked up to see you, in those perfect muggle clothes you wore any chance you could, hair styled in that wonderful muggle way, one of those muggle cigarettes tucked behind your ear, walking towards him.

"Hey," he responded, surprised by how easy his voice sounded.

"Have you been reviewing at all for Lupin's?" You sat next to Fred like it was the easiest thing in the world, brushing your shoulder against his.

"No, not really," Fred closed his book with his thumb tucked between the pages saving his spot.

"Mmm," you hummed, leaning your head back against the tree and closing your eyes. "What're you reading?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Fred replied, looking at your profile while he had the chance.

"Didn't think that was your thing," you said playfully, opening one eye to catch Fred looking at you.

He flushed and turned his gaze to his hands in his lap. "Me neither," he admitted, swallowing.

"I always liked ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, personally."

Fred smiled to himself, because of course, you had also read Shakespeare, and of course, you would have a cool favorite.

"I like that one, too," Fred said lamely, enjoying the way you were smiling at him.

By winter, Fred had devised a plan. It was perfect, more perfect than any prank he had created or any Zonko's product he had bought. He would die if he kept all this love to himself, so he decided all he needed was one kiss.

The Yule Ball was in full swing, the classical and slow music long forgotten as everyone moved to the dance floor and rocked to the loud and fast rhythm. Fred had seen you when you first arrived, noticing with glee that you were alone, and hadn't lost sight of you since. He had removed himself from the heavily crowded dance floor, stumbling to the table with the juice he and George had spiked hours earlier. He loosened the collar of his robes and pushed his already disheveled hair out of his face.

You watched Fred move through the crowd like a tornado, a mass of energy that you felt required to look at and admire. He strode to the table, a quiet and self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he took a long sip of punch.

Fred caught you staring at him with pleasant unexpectedness. You looked just as beautiful as you did when the night started, skin glowing and everything dawned upon you with your magical muggle-ness. Fred put his cup down, a comfortable pink hue warming his cheeks, and approached you. He touched his hand to yours.

"Hey, Fred," you said with an entertained smirk, glancing down at his hand on yours.

"I need you to do me a favor," he slurred, voice easy and breath warm as it landed on your skin.

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to kiss me," Fred pulled his mouth away from your ear, looking to your face.

He didn't have much of an opportunity, though, before your lips were on his and you stole his breath. He tasted of the spiked punch and his hands were trembling and careful as they rested on your waist. You grabbed a fistful of his robes, pulling him close to you with urgency.

He pulled away, lips red and swollen, with his eyes still closed.

"I need you to do me a favor," you said, mouth hovering above his.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me," you whispered, just loud enough for Fred to hear.

He listened, and held onto you with less trembling and more confidence as you kissed for the second time.

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[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Ik you've done something like this but can u pls do a smut were me, remus and Sirius are in a relationship and I'm remus's good girl and he's a soft dom with me but he's all strict w Sirius

Good girl and bad puppy

Or

Sirius getting wrecked and you treated like a princess

Enjoy darling <3

Warning: 18+

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“You do know he loves me more right?” Sirius asked slowly, as if he was talking to a daft toddler.

“Shut up Sirius” you hissed, “I know you‘re doing it on purpose.”

You hid your head behind your book again, desperately trying to block out his annoying face.

“He loves me moreeee” Sirius sang, his voice breaking midway and you snorted.

“Yeah right, especially with that voice.”

Sirius grinned, his tipical eye-crinkling, teeth showing grin. It let you know that he did not mean anything he had said earlier. Both of the boys loved you just as much as you loved them.

“It wouldn’t hurt for you do behave every once in a while though.”

Sirius’ face fell, as if you just said the most ridiculous thing in all those years you’d know each other.

“And why would I do that?” He looked genuinely spooked.

“Because he would be nice to you as well?” you said slowly, this time him being the daft toddler.

His face was horrified as he yelled out with utter disgust in his voice. “That is absolutely outrageous! Why would I want Moony to be nice? Ew! You take your vanilla shit and leave me out of this mess-”

“Alright I get it! Jesus Christ, you need anger management!” You cut him off, angrily turning back to your book.

“Vanilla shit, huh?”

Sirius closed his eyes, silently cursing under his breath. Putting on an exaggerated smile he turned in his chair, hugging Remus around the waist. 

“Moony!” he said, overly cheery, “Oh I’ve missed you! Sit, sit.” Sirius ushered him to sit and gave you a pleading look. Caving, you put your book down.

“Hi Rem” you smiled and he leaned over to kiss you after he kissed Sirius.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you talking about?”

You shrugged, cheeks tinting pink. Fuck, you are a terrible liar.

“Oh um nothing. You know, the usual...” Your voice trailed off and Sirius nodded ethusiastically. 

“Exactly!”

Remus smirked and turned to Sirius, raising a brow. “So you were discussing how vanilla I am?”

Busted.

You immediately responded. “I didn’t say that, Sirius did!”

Sirius gaped at you, mouth opening and closing a few times before he spluttered, “You - You utter bit-”

“Padfoot.” Remus warned, expression turning strict instantly. Remus hated insults out of the bedroom.

Sirius turned to him, a pleading look in his eyes. “Moony, I swear I didn’t mean it like that!”

Remus tilted his head to his right. “How did you mean it Sirius?“

Now it was Sirius‘ turn to blush. „I just said that I like you being“ he cleared his throat and rushed the last part “um- roughwithme.“

Remus smirked at Sirius and nodded to himself.

„Bad puppy.“

Sirius melted.

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„Moony?“ Sirius stuttered as Remus looked him up and down, a thoughtful look on his face.

„Can‘t decide if I want you to fuck her or if I want to fuck you...“ Remus said with a coy smile.

You bit your lip when you felt your cunt clench at his words, already wet from the way Remus was staring at the both of you. Like he just wanted to wreck you.

„I certainly wouldn‘t mind fucking her“ Sirius smirked, but Remus just hung his head and chuckled.

„I don‘t care if you mind Sirius.“

Whenever Remus said your boyfriends actual name you knew that the scene was starting. It was a warning, if you will.

You pinched his hand to make him shut up and for once he listened.

„What do you say pup?“ Remus looked at you, a gentle smile on his face when you shyly played with your fingers. „Tell Remmy what you want.“

„I want-“ you licked your lips exitedly „I want you to watch us fuck, Remmy.“

Remus‘ smile widened and he nodded his head. „If that‘s what my baby wants...“ He opened his arms and gave you the signal to start, leaning back on the chair to watch you. His two precious subs, both the most gorgeous beings in all of Hogwarts.

Sirius took the reigns and pulled you on his lap, lips eagerly smashing on yours and he kissed you sloppily. Your hands wandered under his shirt and you traced his soft skin with your fingertips, savoring his soft moans and shivers. He flipped you over, craling between your thighs and continued to kiss you soundly, hips grinding on yours. He slowed down, his clothed cock grinding over your bare cunt, slow and teasing.

“Stop showing off and fuck our girl.” Remus said between grittet teeth and Sirius smirked at the dom. Turning back to you he put your hands on the waistband of his boxers.

“Undress me” he drawled.

You tugged his boxers down and his hard cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking. You tried to wrap your legs around him and pull him close, but he blocked your attempts and forced you into a different position.

Your were on your hands and knees with your fae towards Remus when Sirius pushed in with a hard thrust, not even giving you a second to adjust before he pounded into you. You fell forward and let out moans and shrieks when he hit that spot inside of you over and over again. God, it felt so good. The veins of his cock were rubbing at your sensitive walls, his balls slapping your ass. The sight was obscene, being watched by one boyfriend as the other one just watched with a self-satisfied grin. Watching you get fucked like a slut.

Remus made his way over after a particular loud cry from you and took your face in both of his palms, thumbs smoothing over your flushed cheekbones. Your hands instantly clasped on his wrists for some stability.

He chuckled. “Look at my darling girl, getting fucked by our puppy, hm?” Both of you groaned at that, Sirius starting to get aggressive, fingers digging into your hips with one hand on your clit. 

“Ah there!” you gasped, thrusting back against him “Right there Siri please!”

Sirius growled low in his throat. “Oh? There?” He pushed so deep your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open. 

“Make my good girl cum, puppy.” Remus barked out, leaning in to swallow your moans.

“Yes, Sir.” 

Sirius pushed you further down with one hand between your shoulder blades and kept you there, adjusting his hips and oh. Hit punded your spot over and over again, his sweat dripping on your back as he fucked and fucked. 

“Is my beautiful girl gonna cum for her Remmy? Yes?”

You were gone at this point, babbling absolute nonsene as your desperately clawed at the sheets for some stability. 

“Cum, baby.”

You screamed out when your release hit you like a brick wall, your entire world turning white. Legs trembling, fingers shaking and your cunt clenched so tight Sirius was forced to stop moving. So full, you felt full to the brim. 

“Out, puppy.” Remus commanded and Sirius pulled out, sitting back on his knees, cock steadily leaking cum. Fuck, he had been so close. 

“Princess” Remus turned to you “Prepare our boy.”

You grinned and crawled over to the bedside table, pulling out a dildo. Sirius hated lube, the masochistic fucker said he loved the burn of the stretch. Remus sat down and pulled Sirius up until his back was resting against his chest and spread his legs, holding them up for you.

Remus kissed the side og his head and nipped at his ear harshly. “Don’t you dare cum, puppy.”

You pushed the dildo against Sirius lips and he spat on it, taking it in his mouth until it was completely wet. The dildo wasn’t exactly big, only a preperation before Remus fully stretched Sirius with his own cock.

You rubbed the tip against his tight hole and watched as he began to open up. Remus put his hands around his cock and bally, squeezing hard to keep him from cumming. Sirius let out a loud groand whe the tip slipped it, back arching with the delicious pain of the stretch. 

“You fucking slut” Remus mocked “Getting fucked with a fucking dildo like a whore. Thank her for pleasuring you!”

“Thank you!” Sirius cried out when you fucked him in a steady rhythm, the dildo gliding in with difficulty, making it feel oh so better.

You kissed his legs, biting at the flesh of his ass and went faster. You fucked him until his legs trembled and he couldn’t talk, before you ripped the dildo out. He chased you with his hips and begged shamelessly.

“Please no! Please Moony, please! I’m a good boy!”

Sirius was crying, his cock fucking hurt and his prostate throbbed with irritation of being yet again robbed from another orgasm. 

“Come here baby and wet my cock. Wanna fuck my little puppy.”

You took Remus in your mouth, suckling gently and wet him with your spit. He twitched at pulled away, too sensitive from watching you both the entire time without touching himself once. 

“Sit on his face.” Remus told you gently and you quickly straddled Sirius’ pretty face, effectively shutting him up by pressing your cunt on his mouth. Remus spit on Sirius’ hole, a degrading sight but Sirius relished in it, watching Remus push inside his tight clench.

Sirius nails scratched your thighs and he gladly tasted your pussy, his groans going straight to your clit. His tongue was everywhere, in your hole on your clit, sucking and slurping liek a starved animal. You were maoning loudly, your huips grinding on his face with sharp movements, hsi nose catching on your clit and making you cum for the second time. 

“Yes! Yes, lick it all up!” You cried out and gushed all over his mouth and Sirius whined, truly like a puppy, and lapped everything up diligently. You felt another pair of hands on your waist and Remus pulled you back, your tits pressed against Sirius chest and Remus fucked you.

Sirius was crying now, his third time being denied to cum, while you were getting your third in a row. 

“I can’t Remmy!” you shrieked “Please! Too much!”

Sirius and you were holding onto each other as Remus made a mess of you. He knew exactly what he was doing to reduce you to a blubbering mess. Giving Sirius nothing and you too much.

Sirius tugged you down to press a punishing kiss on your lips, angry that Remus treated you so gently and him like a slut. His teeth sunk into you bottom lip and you came again, falling against his chest. Remus growled and pulled out, jerking Sirius off in a fast pace and fucked into him deeply. With one hard thrust he came deep inside of Sirius, and Sirius shouted, voice raw as he finally came for the first time. His cum coated your fronts and Remus fucked his release inside of his tight clench, making it leak out from the sides.

“My precious loves” Remus cooed and kissed your cheeks. “So good f’me. Love you so much, c’mere.” 

Remus laid down in the middle, pulling you both to his chest and stroked your hair softly. You were a sticky mess, dried cum and sweat, but you didn’t care.

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