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CHAPTER THREE, Growing Closer

Day Four-Five, Saturday-Sunday

The weekend, thankfully, was a lot more fun and less fear-inducing than Friday had been. Thankfully Gally and Ben had gotten your mind off of the ending of the Slicer’s job so you hadn’t even had to think about it very long. At one point before bed the following night, Winston approached you in the darkness and apologized for scaring and pranking you, realizing how much of an ass he really had been. He tried to explain to you that these were just things that had always happened often, with every Greenie that came up, but that perhaps it was time to rethink their ways. They came up with those when all the people that lived there were teenage boys, and they were becoming adults now. You quietly agreed, and that had been the end of that.

Newt and Thomas had let you sleep in the next day, but you met up with the both of them at breakfast before Thomas had managed to sneak off to his job. You gave Thomas a hug goodbye before meeting Newt’s grin with your own.

“Ready for a day of farming, TrackHoe?”

“I feel like I should be calling you that,” You respond, walking alongside him and knocking your shoulder against his. “This is your job after all, we don’t even know if this’ll be what I do for the rest of the time.”

“Highly likely,” Newt inserted quickly, then when you met eyes the both of you burst out laughing.

“Oh? And why is that? Because you work over here?”

“Yep,” Newt nods, popping the ‘p’ and causing you to laugh once more.

“What? Miss me that much Newtie?” You both meet eyes once more and you throw him a casual wink before, promptly, freaking out about it inside your head. ‘A wink? What were you thinking you shank?’

“‘Course, Greenie. Need someone to torment all day.” He swings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in, gently messing with your hair with his other hand. You call out, attempting to pull away, but couldn’t help the laughter that Newt always seems to elicit.

“Alright, lovebirds!” A voice calls out, and you turn to see a blond man with sort of droopy eyes approaching. He looked tired, exhausted maybe, and even the smile stretching across his face didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Enough chit-chat, let’s start work.”

“Oh,” You whispered, turning your head slightly toward Newt so he could hear you better, “I always forget that you’re not the Keeper of the TrackHoes.”

“That’s Zart, but you’ve met him already. He sits with us at our table, hung out with us at the bonfire.”

“He doesn’t talk much, does he?” You finally raise your gaze to his face, though he was staring off at Zart with a smile and a wave.

“Not really,” He takes your hand, pulling you over closer to Zart, “That’s probably why you forgot him.”

“So I figured I’d be the ‘Good Guy’ of the Glade and let Newt partner with you on your first day,” Zart finally says as you both get within a few feet. “I know it’s usually customary to partner you up with someone you don’t know so you can get to know the rest of the Gladers and whatnot, but I know Newt’s been itching to spend some time with you-”

He’s interrupted as Newt roughly pushes his shoulder, causing Zart to laugh loudly and duck away from him. “He’s kidding,” Newt says pointedly, not quite meeting your eyes.

“Really not though,” Zart admits with a grin, jogging back a few steps out of safety, “Newt’s usually our hardest worker and yet I can’t seem to get him to pay attention to anything here lately.”

“I’ll keep him on track for you, Zart.” Newt’s head finally shoots toward you and you can feel his gaze burning the side of your face. Zart just laughs incredulously, nodding with an even wider, yet still tired, grin.

“Good! Good, see that you do!”

“You really didn’t have to say all that.”

“Au contrair, I do believe that I did.”

“You’re egging it on,” Newt mumbled, grabbing your elbow and directing you toward the farther rows nearby the wall. “Everyone keeps poking fun, and even you are egging it on.”

“And what exactly is everyone poking fun at?” You raise your eyebrows at him as you finally arrive, following him to the end of the row. “The fact that we’re friends? Is that so horrible, to be associated with the new Greenie?”

“That’s absolutely not what they’re poking fun about.” He turns around and places a bucket against your chest with a smirk, waiting for you to grab hold of it before letting go. “Let’s start picking berries.”

The day was full and happy, the heat of the sun warming your back as you danced around your aisles of farmyard. You don’t ever remember giggling so much, though granted you don’t remember much at all. You would love to say you were productive, but at one point a lot of the berries you and Newt picked ended up being used as ammo for a war- thrown back and forth at each other while ducking between bushes strung up with pikes in the ground. You ate a few in between shots, enjoying the burst of flavour across your tongue as you do. By the time lunch was called for you, Newt poured his remaining berries into your bucket and your combined efforts just barely managed to fill one bucket. At Zart’s expression and raised eyebrow toward Newt, you slowly got the feeling that this wasn’t a good thing.

Lunch was nice, fresh, and you spent even that time sitting next to Newt and joking around. He began whispering into your ear halfway through after more prodding, telling you who he believed had crushes on who else. Finding out that Holly- the newest Greenie before you- and Frypan had crushes on each other was interesting. She had been leaving the kitchen when Newt pointed it out, and you could see the soft look that she shot back inside the door behind her as she walked off. After asking about her job- Med-Jack- you ask if that’s one of the jobs you would apprentice for. Newt only shook his head, saying that was another job, much like the Runners, that Greenies would have to be approached to join.

Throughout the day Newt was also asking you questions. It seemed that almost every other sentence out of his mouth was another question for you- your favourite colour, your favourite food you’ve tried so far, your favourite job, your favourite person. You hesitated at that last question, the mind immediately drawing up images of both Newt and Thomas, before supplying the answer of, “Oh, well Gally, obviously.” Newt has played at being hurt, then shoved you and you began your bickering once again.

By the end of the day, Zart didn’t even need to break the news to either of you. Newt just took your hand, leading you away toward the kitchen. “Yep,” He began, chuckling under his breath, “Looks like you aren’t going to be chosen to be a TrackHoe.”

“What? Why not?” You couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice, but Newt just gives you a raised eyebrow in response. He begins gathering multiple canteens, filling them with water as you finally sigh and lean against the doorjamb. “No, you’re right. We kinda did just goof off the entire time.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Newt begins, handing half of the canteens over to you to help carry, “I don’t think it’s anything you did that will keep you from this job. I think that Zart believes you distract me too much.”

“I distract you?” You bite your lip, watching Newt shrug as he fills the rest of the canteens.

“Moreso than any other Greenie I’ve trained.” He takes hold of his handful, turning and leading the way out toward the doors that the Runners had exited through at the beginning of the day. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

“So, what, I’m more fun than the rest of the Glade?”

“I just said not to let it get to your head.” You arrived at the spot Newt wanted to be at, apparently, as he stops his movement and waits. He’s still a good distance from the doors, but you don’t mind his healthy appreciation for the safety that comes from the distance.

“Any compliment from you would go straight to my head anytime,” You argue with a smile, watching Newt’s cheekbones turn a light pink as he turns to face the door. You notice the Runners appear at the end of the hall, jogging closer.

“Was that a compliment, though?” He questions your reasoning, turning to raise an eyebrow at you once again. You could still see the pink on his cheeks, though, which widened your smile. “All I said was that you distracted me.”

“And how exactly do I distract you,” You whisper over, taking a step closer into his bubble and maintaining eye contact. “Newt?”

You watch him swallow roughly, and before your very eyes, his pink cheeks slowly turn darker, more into a red colour. By the time you heard their footsteps getting closer, Newt still hadn’t responded or even acknowledged the Runners’ presence.

“Wow, [Y/N], I think you broke him!” Minho’s laughter drew your attention, and you finally broke eye contact with Newt first to turn and look at him. You hand a canteen to him roughly, watching him stagger backwards while still laughing. Thomas’ eyes seemed locked onto Newt with a sort of confusion you hadn’t seen before- which was odd since Thomas always seemed confused about something. You approached and gently offered a canteen to him, drawing Thomas’ gaze and finally changing that weird expression. He smiled at you, immediately taking the offered item and drinking from it.

Turning back around, you see Newt handing off the rest of his own canteens and patting Runners on the back, telling them ‘Good job’ as they walked off. You waved to Ben as he wandered off, hanging around the three other boys. It was quiet for a moment before Thomas finally cleared his throat, speaking to break the silence.

“So, how was your day?” He dragged the words out a bit, then took another gulp of water as if nervous about something. You grinned up at him, then turned toward Newt.

“It was great! Newt and I got to work together!”

“Goof off together, more like,” Newt mumbled, causing you to laugh again and bump your shoulder against his. “Doubt that Zart will let them back in the TrackHoes.”

“Yeah, bet,” Minho mumbled, and you had to try and smother a smirk while Newt glared at the Keeper.

“Sounds better than yesterday, at least.” At Newt’s pointed look, Thomas seems to immediately regret his choice of words, eyes flying to you in worry. You only furrow your brow and laugh under your breath, shaking your head. Apparently, everyone had heard then, even the people who hadn’t been present in the Glade when it happened. What else were you going to expect, though?

“Definitely better than yesterday,” You admitted softly, smiling toward Thomas gently.

“I’m hungry,” Minho states loudly, turning on the spot and beginning a slow walk to the kitchen. The three of you follow, more because you really had nothing else to do, and you slowly walked next to Thomas, bumping your hand against his gently. When he didn’t pull away after the third time, you reached over and took his hand into yours. Whispering over to him, you try to catch his eyes.

“I’m serious though,” He finally meets your eyes, his own unsure. “I had a great time today. Everyone here is extremely nice to me, and Newt is practically watching over me like I have an axe hanging above my head.” You pull his hand lightly and he tightens his grip in response. “You don’t have to worry about me, Tommy.”

“I’ll worry regardless,” Tommy whispers back, turning his attention back ahead of you. You follow his gaze, Newt leaned in close to whisper something to Minho. “Anytime you’re not in my sight, I’ll worry. Just like I do with Newt.”

“Why me, though?” You finally asked the question that’s been on your mind this whole time, watching Tommy turn astonished eyes toward you. “I’m new here. I’ve barely been here four days and you and Newt seem so attached to me already?”

“Do you not want us to be?”

“No,” You sigh, shaking your head, “I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I’m actually really happy with this turn of events. I-” You hesitate, drawing your eyebrows together in concentration. You tried to figure out a good way to explain, “You both were the first people to really talk to me when I got up here, to show me around and explain things. But besides all that, you both stuck by me and made sure I wasn’t lonely. You paved the way ahead of me and helped me to fit in. You inserted me into your friend group as if I belong there- you do realize all of your friends are the buggin’ leaders of the Glade, right?”

Tommy laughs, and you feel yourself finally relaxing at the sound. He pulls you from your joined hands, your sides meeting as he removes your hands and slings the arm around your shoulders. You walk the remaining distance under his arm, watching ahead of you with a burning feeling on your cheeks. Newt seemed to be arguing something with Minho, who only seemed amused. “Yes, I know that all of my friends are the ‘Big Important People’ of the Glade- and yes, I know that being friends with us is likely drawing unnecessary attention to you. So if you ever want to back away, give us some breathing room and get accustomed to the rest of the Gladers-”

“That is not what I’m saying, Tommy.” You huff, glaring up at his pleased expression. “I have a feeling you knew that anyway.” He raised his one remaining hand in surrender, chuckling lowly.

“Look, I just wanted it out there. If you ever need a break, all you need to do is tell us.”

“I’m sure the shank will need a break from you eventually, Thomas,” Minho calls out, crossing his arms. Newt finally turns, his eyes immediately locking on Tommy’s arm strung across your shoulders. “But if you both don’t hurry up over here and distract Newt from his plans, I’m afraid they’ll need a break from the both of you, and I don’t think I can survive the whining that’d enlist.”

“Plans?” Tommy questions, removing his arm from you and bounding up quickly toward Newt, grinning all the while. “We have plans?”

“Oh great,” Minho mumbles, raising both hands to rub roughly across his face.

“I was just trying to think up ways to convince Zart to put [Y/N] into the Track-Hoes with me- with us again.”

“Good idea, good idea,” Tommy hums, leaning his shoulder against Newt and providing a stable structure for Newt to lean against as well. You watched him unconsciously take the weight off of his bad leg, then wondered how long he had been walking around in pain again. Why doesn’t he ever tell anyone he needs a break?

“You’re at least sensible, I hope?” Minho questions, sliding beside you a nudging your shoulder gently to grab your attention. You smile at him, laughing at his exasperation. The sun bounces off his deep black hair, reflecting heat into your face.

“I would like to think so.” You shrug, and Minho seems to eye you closer before sighing loudly, flopping heavily onto a bench behind him.

“Oh, woe is me!” Minho’s theatrics are loud, drawing the attention of Newt and Tommy from whatever silly plan they began to concoct. “My dearly beloved friends have left me for another! Oh whatever shall I do!”

“Minho,” Newt began, but Minho only stood quickly, raising an arm into the air.

“Oh! Tis an idea, which just struck-eth me!” You giggled at the bombastic man, watching him turn toward you with wide eyes. “If my dearly beloveds have taken notice of such grand beauty,” He waves his arms toward your form, causing your own eyes to widen in disbelief, “Perhaps I, too, shall take notice! Hitherto, my darling, follow me into the brush where we may run amongst the thorns and bramble, climb across the highest peaks until we find that which lays there!”

You were struck silent for a moment too long, Minho jumping forward to place a hand to your chest, another on your back to propel you forward with him. “And what is it we’ll find there?”

“There!” Minho calls out loudly, and you turn in confusion to meet Newt and Tommy’s eyes- both filled with their own astonishment and confusion. “There, we shall find peace! Away from those two! Run!” At this yell, his hands slide from your back and chest to grab your arm closest to him. He pulls you along, and seeing their forms finally jump into action spurs you forward, laughing with Minho. You ran from your favourite boys, alongside this new friend, into the Deadheads. You both try jumping over different obstacles, trying your best to lose the other two.

It was obvious that Tommy could’ve caught up if he really tried to, but then he hung back to stay with Newt when he lagged behind. By the time you reached the far wall, breathless yet laughing, you and Minho finally stop and face each other.

“What the klunk was that?” You were heaving breaths, your sentence barely managing to come out. Minho seemed winded, but not very- which would make sense considering his job.

“That, my friend,” He turned a mischievous grin on you, “Was payback.”

“Payback? For what?”

“For all the buggin’ times Thomas wouldn’t stop going on and on about you.”

“Me?” You lean your back against the wall, placing your hands against your sides and laughing breathlessly again, the chuckles still in your system. “Why for?”

“I don’t know, the man seems obsessed with you since you came up.”

“Him and Newt both,” You acquiesce, and Minho’s eyes immediately shoot to you and study you. You felt over-scrutinized by him, and not just from this one time. It seems he’s always studying you, that behind that boisterous attitude was an intelligent and keen mind that he kept hidden away from view.

“Yeah,” Minho finally agrees, leaning his back against the wall next to you.

“So,” You begin, grinning as you stare into the trees. “Did you think this far ahead? They’ll eventually find us here soon.”

“Eh, just stealing you away for half a second should be enough to strike fear into their hearts.”

“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” You begin, shrugging. “Maybe you should tell me an embarrassing story just to top it off.” Minho barks out a laugh, turning to face you.

“I think I’m starting to like you,” He eyes you once more before eventually saying, “Though if you really do think that me stealing you away like this, even just for a second, isn’t enough to make them panic, then I think you’re underestimating their feelings for you.” You turn a confused expression on him, ready to ask when he interrupts. “But, an embarrassing story sounds even better. Let’s start there.

“So, there was this one day that Newt got sick. I’ll preface this with Newt never gets sick, so everyone was rightly freaking out. Thomas especially, of course.” You wanted to ask why that was ‘of course,’ but Minho just ploughed ahead with the story. “Well, Clint found some old cold medicine that the Creators had sent up at some point. Thinking that Newt was pretty bad along, they gave it to him.

“The medicine worked- thankfully- but it also had an added side effect. Newt turned delirious, and started wandering around the Glade mumbling about the weirdest things anyone had ever heard of. He told Zart he wanted to paint flowers on the wall near the farmlands to encourage the plants to grow. He asked Gally to help him dig a hole next to the Box, hoping that it would reveal a staircase down to the Creators- get this, though. He only wanted the stairs so he could ask the Creators if they would ever send rain.

“Thomas took the day off Running to take care of Newt, and I had the day off just ‘cause it was a Sunday. I watched the entire thing- really was brilliant. Newt ended up crying against Thomas’ shoulder because ‘If the sky isn’t going to pour water down on you, I’ll do it myself!’” Minho tried to copy Newt’s accent- failing miserably- and you laughed out loud at the sound. Minho laughs along with you, eventually continuing his story. “Thomas tried everything to get him to stop! Eventually, when he asked why, Newt said that Thomas was just too hot and needed to cool down.” You laughed louder, raising a hand to cover your mouth as you watched on in disbelief. “Yeah, that!” Minho points at you, his grin growing, “That’s the face I made too!”

“There’s no way this happened!”

“Absolutely did!” He laughed again, reaching a hand out to your shoulder. “Oh, but it gets better.”

“No-”

“Yes! So he approached Alby next, right? He already knew that Newt was sick and whatnot, but had been too busy covering for his ass that he didn’t know that Newt took that funky medicine, right? So Newt comes running right up to him- I mean barreling forward, unable to stop type running. Alby catches him before he can fall, and Newt calls out ‘My hero! My saviour!’ Everyone is looking at the point, and Alby stands Newt back up only for Newt to look at him and quickly retch, then say, ‘You’re not my Tommy!’ and then run off to, presumably, find Thomas.”

“Oh my goodness, does Tommy know about that?” Your eyes were wide in disbelief, and Minho hesitates in his answer, but eventually laughs and shakes his head.

“The rest, sure. But not that part. No one ended up telling him, I don’t think.” You shake your head again, turning to see Tommy walk past a tree and shoot his head in your direction, a smile lighting up his face. “Also, to top all of this off, Newt remembers every single embarrassing thing he did that day.”

“Oh, wonderful,” You mumble, trying desperately to come up with a way to tease him about it. Tommy eventually takes Newt’s hand, pulling him in your direction like a puppy dog pulling against a leash.

“You can’t just run off like that!” Newt calls out, breathless, as he gets closer. “The Deadheads are dangerous, you know.”

“The only thing dangerous is outside these walls, Newt, and you know it.” Newt glares at Minho’s response, and Tommy finally pulls free and runs up to you, grabbing hold and pulling you into a tight hug. Backing up just as quickly, he begins to scan your form.

“Are you hurt? Did Minho do anything to you?” He grabs the tops of your arms with both hands, ducking his head to lock eyes with you. “If he said something to you then you can tell us.” You laugh at his seriousness, shaking your head.

“I assure you Tommy, he only told me what I wanted to hear.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Newt huffs angrily, shoving Minho’s shoulder and causing the man to laugh. “What’d you tell them?”

“Oh, just a funny little story.”

“What story,” Tommy began, turning to ask Minho when Newt’s eyes widened, pushing him with both hands this time.

“You did not tell them what I think you-”

“I did!” Minho yelled out after keeping his footing, an evil grin lighting up his face. “And there’s nothing you can do about it!” He exaggerates a laugh before running off into the Deadheads once more, leaving Newt there with wide eyes and a terrified expression.

“It’s really not that bad, Newt-” You begin, and he just shakes his head. Tommy takes a step forward toward him, standing between the both of you.

“What’d he tell them?” He turns to you now, his head tilting, “What did he tell you?”

“Just a funny story about some medicine.” You watched Newt’s shoulders relax slowly as if coming to the realization that it was a harmless story. “Newt?” He finally lifts his gaze, meeting yours. His mouth twitches in a smile, and he approaches with a shrug.

“Don’t worry about it, Tommy.”

“Well, now I’m curious!”

“I asked Minho to tell me an embarrassing story,” You told Thomas, grinning at his fearful expression. “He tried to, but I don’t think that story was quite embarrassing enough. Why, do you have a better one?”

“Don’t fall for it, Tommy.” Newt was grinning fully now, raising an arm to rest against Thomas’ shoulder and leaning against him. “They’re just trying to learn all of our dirty little secrets now.”

“Oh,” You drew it out, unable to keep your grin from growing, “You have dirty little secrets? How scandalous.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Sunday’s morning was dark when you were woken up. It wasn’t the familiar face of Newt or Tommy above you- or even Minho- and instead was Frypan who smiled above you. “You’re a cook today. Which means you get up with me before everyone, even the Runners, so we can cook the early risers breakfast.” You nodded blearily, willing to agree to anything since you were barely awake, to begin with. You slipped your shoes back on, standing wobbly before picking your way through the ground littered with bodies.

The kitchen was hard to see when you first walked in, but Frypan easily navigated his way to the middle of the room and lit a match, sliding it into a lantern. From there, the room was lit enough for you to traverse without injuring yourself, and you just began doing whatever busywork Frypan called over to you. You were cracking eggs into a pitcher, stirring the yolks into the whites and stirring even more after Frypan added spices to the mix.

You had to admit, the smell was much better than your time working with the Sloppers. You couldn’t help but feel like the roof over your head would feel nicer on your skin than working the fields all day, and having the already-dead meats in the room was far preferable to having to kill them yourself. Frypan eyed you as you worked, inserting his opinion or advice anytime you hesitated or made a small mistake. He was easy-going the entire time, gentle with his admonishments. You would apologize, and then the both of you would carry on after. Things were easy here.

When a knock was heard you jumped, turning to watch Frypan approach the closed shutters and promptly push one open. “Ah, Minho, you’re early this morning.”

“Their freaking out woke me,” Minho grumbled, obviously not a morning person.

“Thomas and Newt?” For some reason, Frypan’s question almost sounded like he knew the answer already anyway.

“They weren’t there when Newt woke up so he shook ‘Tommy’ awake immediately and promptly began freaking out. Thomas did as well, of course. They would only shut up after I threw my pillow at them and kindly reminded them that Greenie was a Cook with you today.”

“Yeah, kindly,” Frypan scoffed out, handing a bowl through the window toward Minho. The man, in response, pressed his hands together and bowed to Frypan in thanks, causing the man to laugh. “Stop buggin’ around and take the bowl.”

“I was thanking you!” Minho complained, taking the offered food with a smirk, “The nerve!” you laughed where you stood watching, causing Fry to glance over toward you as if remembering you were there.

“Here,” Frypan waved you over, and you met up with him at the window. “I’ll be periodically filling up this large basin with more of the breakfast scramble, just use this ladle and fill up a bowl when someone comes to the window. Easy job.”

“No problem! You can count on me!” You grin at him, hearing him chuckle before he finally backs away. The sound of sizzling could be heard behind you once more, indicating Frypan went back to cooking the eggs you had stirred up for him.

“Hey, [Y/N].” You smile up at Newt, grabbing a bowl and shovelling some scramble into it for him. “How’s the early morning treating ya?”

“Good so far, though I think I’m only just starting to wake up.” As you hand the bowl over to him, you lean forward and stage whisper, “But don’t tell Frypan that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Newt whispers back, chuckling at your antics. You couldn’t help but feel warmed by the sound, smiling and leaning back to grab another bowl. You raise the next one up, smiling up at Thomas.

“Today will be a good day, don’t worry.” He smiled, leaning against the window after taking the bowl from you. “Frypan is a fantastic guy, really. You can count on him.”

“Glowing endorsements, coming from you Tommy.” You smiled up at him as he straightened out, clearing his throat. Newt takes Tommy’s elbow gently, manoeuvring him away from the line. You begin the rest of your shift handing out bowls until the rest of the early risers are eating their breakfast. Frypan spoons a bowl for you and hands it over, explaining that you can eat between people. You’re basically just standing there the entire time waiting to hand food out, so you had plenty of time to scarf down your own bowl. For some reason, the food didn’t taste as good when you were around while it was being made.

You found out after breakfast finished being served that both Minho and Newt had their days off today. Out of the window you stood at while chopping potatoes, multiple times, you could see Minho trying to convince Newt to walk away from where he was heading in the direction of the kitchen. You wondered if he had wanted to come to visit you, but every time Minho managed to convince him away so you were never able to find out. Frypan kept walking up alongside you, nudging you to keep up your chore. You didn’t even realize you kept stopping every time you saw Newt, not until Frypan had begged you to continue after the fifth time.

Once lunch hit, it was much of the same as breakfast. You had your own plate you were eating off of every other second, handing out plates to the rest of the Gladers. Lunch was a bit more difficult to prepare, admittedly, as there were multiple different things that went on the plates this time, but Frypan stood to the side building half of the plate before handing it to you to finish and hand out. With how busy you were trying to get it all sent out correctly, you barely had time to even register that Newt and Tommy went through the line before a new person was showing up for their own plate.

It was after lunch when you really started to get on Frypan’s nerves. You were in the process of washing the plates in front of the opened shutters when Newt leans against your window, grinning up at you. “You didn’t even ask how my day has been earlier.”

“Why would I ask that?” You look up and meet his eyes, grinning alongside him. “I already know how it went. You and Minho share a day off, and he’s spent every waking moment trying to keep you away from me.” Newt seems startled for a second before straightening out, clearing his throat. He opened his mouth for a rebuttal before you laugh, cutting him off. “Joking, obviously. But I was so busy during lunch handing out all those plates I barely even had enough time to breathe, let alone ask you how you were.”

“Obviously,” Newt muttered to himself, crossing his arms and leaning forward once again. “That’s not good, [Y/N]. You should tell Frypan to give you a break.”

“They’ve taken enough breaks throughout the day,” Fry calls from the back, and you startle so hard you drop the plate you were washing into the sink, quickly reaching down to grab it once more. “In fact, I think you’ve distracted them enough for one day.” Frypan began to walk over, waving a dishtowel at Newt’s face to get him to back up.

“Enough for- but I just got here!”

“And now you’re just leaving,” Fry enunciates, reaching past you to grab hold of the shutters and close them in front of you. “I’d usually leave them open longer for the sunlight, but you tend to get distracted easily.”

“I don’t!” You try to defend yourself, but Fry only raises his eyebrows at you in disbelief. “Really!”

“I’d believe that if I hadn’t seen you staring at Newt literally all day.”

“Okay, well maybe not with him around. But I really am a good worker!”

“We’ll see. Here, chop these onions.”

You had to keep walking away from your cutting board every few minutes to let your eyes air out as you performed your task. The number of onions Fry wanted to be cut up was insane, but you half suspected he didn’t even need that many chopped up. Maybe he was just giving you busy work at this point? When your pile eventually dwindled down and disappeared, you turned to Fry with red, running eyes. “Break?”

“Yeah, go ahead. Step outside and get those fumes out of your eyes.”

You practically ran outside at his consent, and rub at your eyes having already washed them after finishing. You sniff loudly, chuckling under your breath as you rub harder at your eyes. Opening them wide, then blinking a few times, you finally notice a man standing right in front of you. Minho, actually.

“Are you okay?” There was that accented voice, and you turned to your left to notice Newt standing close by, a distraught expression on his face.

“Yeah,” You choke up, laughing. He tilts his head slightly, waiting, and you continue, “He had me chopping up onions since I finished the dishes. My eyes are protesting.”

“Ah, nice. Those onions are great in anything.” You shoot a lighthearted glare at Minho, feeling Newt gently lay a hand against your arm.

“I’m glad you’re okay then.” His voice was quiet, and you just laugh again, shaking your head.

“This is your fault, I hope you know. That was an absurd amount of onions- I think he was punishing me!”

“Fry doesn’t punish people,” Newt responds quietly, laughing at the idea.

“Punishing you for what?”

“Staring at the both of you all morning.” Minho only barks a laugh, dragging a hand across his face, while Newt reverts back to being confused.

“Staring at us?”

“I kept seeing the both of you walk back and forth all morning. Then, when you came up after lunch to chat with me, I think Fry finally snapped.”

“Yeah, he did push me away like immediately.”

“Exactly! So, this,” You waved a finger toward your red eyes, blinking some more at the pain stabbing your eyes, “This is all your fault.” Newt finally loosens up, chuckling as he reaches for the bag slung over his shoulder.

“Here, one second.” He pulls a strip of cloth from the bag and his canteen, soaking the cloth and squeezing it out before waving it around in the air. “Close your eyes.” You follow his orders easily, waiting. You feel the cold press of the cloth against your eyes, raising your hands to hold it there. The cloth began to cool the burning itch behind your eyelids, sighing out in relief.

“Thanks, Newt.”

“No problem at all,” He mumbles, and while he was no longer holding the cloth anymore, you could still feel him nearby as his clothes brushed against your arm.

“Get a room you two!”

“Oh slim it, Minho,” Newt throws out quickly, and you couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbles up.

“I’ve been keeping you busy all day and this is the thanks I get!”

“I’ve told you already, you don’t need to be keeping me busy!”

“And you don’t need to be checking in with Frypan every ten minutes!”

“The only reason I kept trying every ten minutes is because you didn’t let me do it once.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that the reason?”

“Yes, that’s the reason.”

“Ok. Then go check on him now.”

The boys fell silent around you, and you tried your best to hold back your next laugh but failed miserably. You were trying to quiet your chuckles down when Newt finally responded, causing you to laugh all over again. “Well, I don’t need to check on him now.”

“You’re insufferable!” You could hear Minho yelling it out as he walked away, annoyance and humour both in his tone.

“You only know that word ‘cause of me!” Newt yelled back, then you felt a hand against your back and Newt carefully navigates you closer to the building. When you finally are able to lean your back against the wall you sigh, flipping the cloth over to the now cooler side.

“Thanks for this, by the way. It really helps.”

“Of course, [Y/N]. I’m here for you, you know that.” You laugh, shaking your head with your hand pressed against the cloth to keep it there.

“You make it sound so dire. All you did was wet a cloth for me.”

“Well then, it was my fault, to begin with, so it was my job to solve it. How about that?”

“Better,” You joke, laughing lightly. You tilt slightly to the left, brushing against Newt’s form. You then take a half step toward him, leaning more fully against his chest. He raises his arms and encircles you as if gently hugging you, though doesn’t drop his arms. You can feel your heart stuttering, a brilliant feeling spreading in your chest at the action.

“Minho’s right though. And you were, earlier. About how I can’t keep away from you.” You’re quiet, unsure how to respond, but Newt continues anyway, though quieter. “I really don’t understand it. It’s like the moment you came up in that box I’ve been so curious about you.”

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know if I know it.”

“I know,” Newt whispers, pulling you closer. “I guess I’m less curious about what you know, and more curious just about you. How you’d react to certain things, or how you just act in general. How you speak, how nice you are, how you’re willing to drop anything to help out.”

“You say all that like I’m interesting. Like I’m any different from anyone else.”

“You are to me.”

#apricity #newt x thomas x reader #newtmas x reader #newt mazerunner #thomas mazerunner #gender neutral reader #winston mazerunner #frypan mazerunner #zart mazerunner #daily life #this is technically chapter three #on ao3 its chapter five #either way

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Last ask, I swear!!! But I just realize I have the next three Fridays busy😭😭

Not with work or school, but I have to go out and have fun??? When did this came to be??? Where did staying in bed and reading my sad little stories went???

Next week I'm going out with my friend after weeks of planning it, because apparently we can calmly finish a project for two weeks the day it's assigned or the night before it's due, BUT we can't agree on a day to hang out cause we are all busy with work, other classes or other commitments, etc. Although I am excited for it bc we do deserve to have some fun😂

And the third week I will be meeting with some old friends and hang out a little. Also excited but nervous :)

It's all good and everything, but what about staying home and doing nothing??🥺

Anyway, this ask did have a point! We are making a debate for a project and I took the topic about the way inaccessible healthcare systems impact LGBTQ+ youth, especially trans people.

Do you happen to have some resources about it? Bc we need international info besides the national statistics I have and I thought I'll ask you <3

Ah such a busy and eventful December! Hope you loads of fun! You'll get plenty of time to stay home during the holidays! (at least i hope you do!!)

Here are some studies you might want to check!

Health Care Among Transgender Adults in the United States - This is an annual public review from 2022 so very recent and relevant

Trans health matters: improving access to healthcare for trans and gender- diverse Londoners - This has quite a bit of info on recommendations and best practices

Barriers to accessing health care among transgender individuals - this is a good one with a focus on access to HIV treatment.

I also found a couple of videos where trans people talk about their experiences and a nice news video story on the health healthcare crisis in the UK.

I hope this is useful! When you are looking at healthcare, remember to look at things like mental health too, not simply access to HRT etc. Also, look at various policies and practices. For eg, even though 'accessibility' is not the issue in some countries, affordability is certainly an issue. For instance, a lot of insurance companies (and offices) don't consider HRT or even surgery for trans people as healthcare and cover it in their insurance policies. This in turn affects their access to these medical services too.

Good luck with the debate and let me know if you need anything else!

#noah boo thang #trans rights

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soulties0310 · 8 months

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THE U.S. & GLOBAL ECONOMY

October 14, 2023

Jam-packed news the past week. Warning that this newsletter may include some sensitive subject(s). To my readers, I am not asking you to agree or disagree with my opinion(s) and I will try to give you my honest breakdown and understanding of all the vital news this past week, of course with the best of my abilities.

First let me answer a couple of questions I received from my last newsletter:

Q: Do you want recession to happen?

A: No. And I say this from the bottom of my heart. I don't think any of us are hoping for a collapse of our economy except for the elites. Many families will be affected, many will lose their jobs and many will lose their savings/401-K.

Like I mentioned last week, the FEDs have been pulling liquidity from the banks, and once the banks cannot afford the FEDs to pull anymore liquidity, the FEDs will have no choice but to pull liquidity from your Pensions and 401-Ks.

Q: Can we avoid recession?

A: Yes, the U.S. can avoid a recession. It will take a lot of planning and effort by the FEDs and the White House to avoid recession. Unfortunately, it felt like all the news we got last week are mostly "bad news". Central Banks are now saying that there is a 60% probability for recession to happen by mid 2024.

Q: Why do you think the Elites want a recession or a Global Reset to happen?

A: Could be a lot of things. CBDC could be one of them. The dominance of USD vs. Foreign Currencies is another. With equities, properties and businesses plummeting during recessions, it will create a buying frenzy by the Elites (eg: Blackrock & JPMorgan) as they want to continue to remain powerful and have some control of America. But this is not the end of the 'American Dream', remember that Empires are built during tough times.

Now that thats out of the way, lets dive in.

1. INFLATION / Consumer Price Index (CPI)

While CPI inflation is at 3.7%, inflation is much higher in many basic necessities:

1. Car Insurance Inflation: 18.9%

2. Car Repair Inflation: 10.2%

3. Transportation Inflation: 9.1%

4. Rent Inflation: 7.4%

5. Homeowner Inflation: 7.1%

6. Food Away From Home Inflation: 6.0%

7. Meat & Poultry Inflation: 4.8%

While headline inflation is down from its highs, many basic necessities are still seeing 5%+ inflation.

It's also worth noting that we do NOT have deflation, we have disinflation.

While the rate of inflation is DOWN, prices are still RISING.

Affordability is still getting worse.

Many of the Elites continue to convince themselves that the Inflation Battle has already been won (with the EXCLUSION of Food, Energy and Shelter) I agree, but unfortunately these are the things 100% of Americans need. The media, the Government and the Elites continue to talk to Americans like we're a bunch of kids.

Seems like Senator Elizabeth Warren is another one of the Elites that is quite confused with how inflation works.

This lovely Senator should learn that Government Policies and Central Bank monetary policies are causing higher inflation as of late. To them, its always somebody else and never themselves. These elites are trying to brain wash the middle class. Again!

Matter of fact, inflation will get worse. Inflation at 2% truly feels like it was decades ago. But let me take you down memory lane back when we had inflation at 2%.

2020:

Inflation was 2%.

Eggs were $2 a dozen.

Gas was at $2 a gallon.

Mortgage rate was 2%.

The world was at peace.

2023:

Inflation is 8%.

Eggs are $8 a dozen.

Gas is $8 a gallon.

Mortgage rate is 8%.

The world is at war.

Additionally, no one in their right mind should think inflation will get better anytime soon by the way our national debt is rapidly growing.

And that brings us to the next subject.

2. NATIONAL DEBT / DEFICIT

For those keeping track, U.S. debt just jumped by another $40 billion in one day (Friday).

We are now at $33.55 trillion in Federal debt, just 25 days after it hit a record $33 trillion.

At the current pace, the U.S. would add $1 trillion in Federal debt every 45 days.

Since 2008, the U.S. has added $24 trillion in Federal debt, rising to 3.8x what it was in January 2008.

Total U.S. debt is now officially up more than $2 trillion since the debt ceiling crisis "ended."

But, under the new bill, the debt ceiling is effectively uncapped until January 2025.

How high will U.S. debt be in January 2025?

We should see total U.S. debt hit $35 trillion within just a few months.

As spending is going up, U.S. tax receipts are down 8% over the last 12 months.

Something needs to change to put us on a sustainable path.

The U.S. posted its 3rd largest deficit on record in 2023, spending $1.7T more than it brought in.

This was a $300B increase in deficit spending compared to 2022.

The U.S. is now spending 44% of GDP (Gross Domestic Product) per year, the same levels as World War 2. We are now spending a higher percentage of GDP than what was seen in 2008.

U.S. deficit spending is officially higher than what was seen in 2008, one of the worst recessions in history.

Its really alarming on how this is not getting more attention.

In other words, Biden's deficit is actually $2 trillion this year once you control for his student loan shell-game. That's DOUBLE last year's near-record deficit.

Its getting worse. And its getting worse FAST.

3. CHINA BANKS AND HOUSING AT RISK (Will it cause a domino effect in the U.S.?)

A bank run has begun in China at the Bank of Cangzhou on fears that the collapse of Evergrande made them insolvent.

Just a couple of months ago, China's largest poverty developer, Evergrande, filed Chapter 15 bankruptcy.

This week, Country Garden, another major Chinese developer, missed a debt payment.

All China's HY real estate index are down -85% from its high. Housing alone accounts for 25% of China's entire GDP.

China seems to be heading for a recession.

I mentioned major U.S. Central Bank growing concerns in my newsletter last week. They are still available for readers if you still have the link or simply just head over to my Tumblr

4. IRAN VS ISRAEL & GLOBAL CONFLICT

First, let me make things clear. I was asked to write about the war we are witnessing in the Middle East last week and I respectfully declined. I am not going to give you my opinion on which side is right or wrong here. I had a very honest conversation about the war with a loved one only a few days ago, this is a very sensitive and unfortunate matter that needs to be discussed with someone you have a deep personal connection with. This is not a subject for anyone of us to be arguing or disagreeing with. And we have both mutually agreed and came to a conclusion: We have no desire in listening or talking to anyone that would tell you which side to take or anyone that will suggest that any kind of death will make the world a better place.

Instead, we talked about the impact this conflict will have on innocent people. Those innocent people that are getting harmed physically and those who are getting harmed in other ways.

I have to talk about this heartbreaking news, and i'll address this as gently as I can.

It's really hard for me to dismiss that our Government is somehow responsible for this.

REASON 1: Just days before the attack, Biden has sent $6B to Iran in exchange of prisoners. And only weeks before the attack, we had major concerns of the possibility of a Government Shutdown due to the Congress trying to limit our country's spending by putting a stop on Ukraine Aid (until they came to a short-term agreement)

Now the most concerning part of this story is only minutes after I posted this on Twitter (Now X) a lot of users with blue checks (and I refuse to label their occupation) asked me or for the lack of terms, threatened me to take my posts down - Thank you to Elon Musk for allowing freedom of speech.

And days later, the cancel culture is back! They posted a certain article from the Washington Post that stated, BREAKING NEWS: The U.S. and Qatar have both agreed to freeze the $6B asset that was sent to Iran - now I will never make a claim about something that I am not sure about. And sadly, this doesn't feel like its any different. Because one of the well known leader of the Hamas resides in QATAR

Can anyone really be wrong for feeling like we are funding the war?

REASON 2: A handful of members of the Congress have been exposed for buying "WAR RELATED STOCKS" days or weeks before the attack.

If that still feels like a conspiracy theory for you, yet another Congress Member Markwayne Mullin disclosed a stock purchase of Raytheon $RTX placed sometime in September. Which by the way, is the company behind Israel's defense system.

To add a cherry on top, Mullin sits on the Armed Services Committee.

Now that you're aware of these information available to the public, can anyone with an open mind really be upset with me for how I am feeling towards our so-called leaders?

I do not have to add any opinion(s) about the genocide that is happening in the middle east. But I will give you my thoughts on how this war can impact our economy.

First thing that comes into mind, is oil.

Russia and Iran combined are 23% of global exports. Removing even 1/5 of that amount from global oil export markets would drive oil prices to levels that will quickly break U.S. allies in Europe, United Kingdom and Japan. And this can drive a western sovereign bond market waterfall event.

In my honest opinion, Western leaders have repeatedly shown a lack of critical thinking in recent years. Sinking ships by sanctions when you need China factories to prosecute a sustained war against an industrial power was a very poor decision.

5. THE BIDEN ADMINISTRATION / UPCOMING ELECTION

Yet another topic I will continue to refuse to argue or have a debate about with anyone. I will always respect anyone's opinion and beliefs (Religion & Political Beliefs). This is not a cry for help. I believe a person will only cry for help if they believe that help is coming. If you have supported our President in the past, I am not asking you to publicly say that you regret supporting our leader. But believe it or not, your voice matters. As more and more Americans publicly speak their disapproval of our President, it has an effect on (his) approval ratings. And as of Friday, (his) Approval Ratings have fallen to its lowest since he took the office.

To make things clear, I am not a Trump supporter. I never was. But I don't say this lightly, Trump did not destroy the Greatest Country in the world. And when I say this, I say this respectfully, Joe Biden has been the worst President the U.S. ever had.

Now that the election is nearing. Let us jump in on how our President ruined the United States of America in a short period of time.

THE BORDER

I know this didn't seem like an issue if you weren't paying attention, until lately of course, im sure you have been paying closer attention to it. I am NOT blaming illegal immigrants (especially those who are working hard to provide a better future for their family) for the rapid rising rate of drug related crimes since the White House lost control of the border. And the worst part is, our border is WIDE-OPEN while we are countering a terrorist organization. Many cities are now on high-alert for potential threats.

Texas for example is experiencing a potential Civil War between Palestinian and Israeli. Police are working overtime reports say. Losing control of the border created a major division in America.

The Administration tried to regain control of the Texas border last week. Why you may ask? The upcoming election. This really is frustrating. They are clearly aware of the things they broke, and are now attempting to fix it as election day nears.

THE C-19 VACCINE

I have always had a strong opinion about the C-19 Vaccine. From the start, I never believed it. And I will not go into details on why I never trusted it. But we have to talk about it, for the Vaccine made it on the headlines yet again last week.

Only a very short year ago, Biden publicly used the "Get Vaccinated" response to almost every issue America were experiencing. And last week, the Biden Administration denied ever claiming the Vaccine to scientifically work. As more studies show that the Vaccine caused more and more complications last week, and as election day nears, the White House continue to deny ever mandating it. Again, this is very frustrating for a lot of people had to leave their jobs for opting not to take the Vaccine.

The Vaccine has simply been a business. A money-grab. And more and more news outlets are showing how the Administration censored most of these studies.

After profiting from the vaccine, Pfizer stock shares have erased all its gains from post C-19 Vaccine back to its lowest since December 2014. Moderna will soon experience the same fate.

ENERGY INDEPENDENCY

Another major asset this Administration have lost, is our Energy Independency.

Biden have cancelled our ability to drill for oil. This have denied Americans access to around a total of 11 billion barrels of oil all for the name of "Climate Change"

The truth is that even one were to take the climate alarmist claims as fact, the amount of carbon dioxide saved by not using this oil would be almost zero.

The next time Biden lashes out about high gas prices, there is no one else to blame but our spectacular Administration.

THE STIMULUS CHECKS / UKRAINE AID / INFLATION

I'll make you realize how ridiculous this Administration have been.

They gave us (taxpayers) $1,400 Stimulus checks, Printed $8T, sent them to their friends, ran up our National Debt to the HIGHEST LEVEL IT HAS EVER BEEN IN HISTORY and left us with inflation.

An honest question to my readers: How many Ukrainians can you confidently say that they know what their country is fighting for?

Have you ever wondered what Ukraine Aid is for? And why its a never-ending cycle? Ever wonder why Iran vs Israel war all of a sudden started as discussion to put a stop on Ukraine Aid started? Simple, this is War Profiteering at its finest! And why is this not upsetting you? With all the innocent lives being taken away, all for their profit!

Now let me break this down for you, maybe you'll realize how this will affect you.

As of today, the U.S. already sent $118B to Ukraine. Thats $672 per taxpayer. And with Ukraine asking for another $100B that would mean additional $595 per taxpayer.

And if the dollar amount doesn't upset you. Ukraine Aid so far resulted in 500,000 casualties, 50,000 amputees, and with all that, Ukraine have only recaptured 1% of its territory in counteroffensive. And I forgot to mention, UKRAINE IS NOT A PART OF NATO! Which is by the way is the reason why Russia invaded Ukraine. Can anybody please enlighten me and educate me why are we sending money to Ukraine?

This is really upsetting that most Americans are not aware and doesn't realize that we are blindly and being forced to fund the war. All for their profit!

As I end this week's newsletter here, I will leave you with this, as we pray for everyone getting directly affected by these wars, pray for our leaders, for their capabilities of making the right decisions, ultimately for humanity.

If this newsletter helped you understand the current events in any way, I dont want you to attack those that may have different views in the situation than you do, rather I ask you to encourage the people you know to understand that these wars are causing division when we are all supposed to be UNITED.

Encouragement works better than Correction.

Thank you for reading! My next newsletter regarding Interest Rates, Housing Market Update, Labor Market and the summary for the past FED meeting will be published on Wednesday, but they are available for you to read as I have posted them today on Twitter as a thread. Have a good weekend and God Bless you and your loved ones.

Vhub Encarnacion

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funkylittledemon · 2 years

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I fucking hate being the one everyone expects to organise shit because then it's all on me to remember everything and it's not even just the memory it's organising things chronologically in my mind that I just cannot do

#i also equally hate how me hanging out with my friends relys so much on me having money #just. all of it. its all too much.#if i go to x i can only spend y amount of money because i want to see my friends and if i spend all my money i won't be able to #i just wanna scream #because i still need money left over from seeing my friends bevause of the stupid trip i have to go on #and i only have about 40 quid and i just cant manage my spending like that #its not even cash #if it was cash i could see it physically go down but its all on card #theres just so many dates and events i have to manage but i can barely manage my own every day shit #and it's ally fault if everything goes wrong because *i* didnt sort it all out properly #it doesn't help that some people are talking in dates eg this happens on the 3rd #and some are talking in days eg can we do this on Friday #and i say yeah we can do both because i don't fuckin realise it's the same fucking day

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fairytheo · 3 years

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Never Try, Never Know

Pairing: Peter Parker enemies to lovers

Synopsis: Flash pesters you about your sex life

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A month later, you were in Peter’s room once again. Doing your homework together had once again become a make out session.

You were underneath Peter with your hands up in his hair. Your skirt was hiked up around your waist and his jeans were brushing against you every time he moved. His hand was resting just below your boob, pressing firmly on your rib cage. As you kissed him, you slowly moved his hand up and kept yours on top of his. You squeezed your hand, prompting him to squeeze your boob. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he gained more confidence. He slipped his hand under your shirt and brushed his thumb over your bra. You moaned into his mouth, hoping he would keep going. You could feel his boner against your thigh and you were dying for him to take the next step already.

“Can I take my shirt off? You whispered against his lips. He nodded eagerly in response. You pulled away from Peter for a moment to pull your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His cheeks tinted pink since this was the first time you’d done this. He shyly looked at you and gulped so you gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay.” You told him. “You can touch me.”

Peter hesitated before putting his hand back on your boob. He bent down to kiss you again and slowly trailed kisses down your neck. You were combing your fingers through his hair as he kissed the tops of your breasts, thinking you were finally about to go all the way with him. Before you had a chance to do anything else, Peter pulled away and groaned.

“Oh my God.” He gulped and sat up.

“Are you okay?” You sat up as well to check on him.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

You slumped back on the bed as Peter climbed off and went to the bathroom. Once you heard his shower turn on, you let out an angry huff. You squeezed your legs together in frustration before slipping your shirt back on.

That was how it always went. You’d get close but never go all the way. You knew Peter was a virgin, but you were starting to think he wanted to stay that way. You didn’t want to push Peter before he was ready, but your sexual frustration was getting to be more than you could handle. If you waited any longer, you thought you might explode.

“I’m back.” Peter announced, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Sorry about that. I get overstimulated very easily. All my nerve endings are extra sensitive.”

“It’s fine.” You faked a smile as he sat next to you. “But you know, you don’t have to calm yourself down every time. You could run with it.”

“Run with it?” Peter asked. “You mean, you want me to…”

“Fuck me. Yeah.” You nodded. “Just a suggestion.”

Peter’s face blushed all the way down to his neck at your bluntness. He shyly laughed and put his lap top on his lap.

“You’re crazy.” He chuckled. “What do you want to watch?”

“I’m fine with anything.” You faked a smile and rested your head on his shoulder. You didn’t want him to know you were disappointed. If he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. The only problem was, you were a little more then ready. You were two close calls away from begging him to fuck you, and you could only hope it wouldn’t resort to that.

You were in a bad mood the next day at school. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to get off. It felt like Peter was dangling himself in front of you but never letting you have him. To make a bad day worse, Flash spotted you at your locker and decided to pester you.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He smiled as he flicked some of your hair off your shoulder. “What are you doing tonight? Wanna get Flash-y on a Friday?”

“Fuck off.” You groaned. “I have a boyfriend.”

“There is no way you and Parker are actually together.” Flash scoffed when you rejected him. “This has got to be some weird hate sex thing.”

You froze when he mentioned sex since it was currently a sensitive topic for you.

“It’s not.” You said quickly. “Peter is my boyfriend, and you make me drier than sandpaper. Buh bye.”

You pushed him away from you and kept walking, but he followed.

“Who do you guys think you’re fooling? Everyone knows you guys hate each other.” Flash insisted.

“We used too.” You shrugged. “Now we love each other.”

“Are you sure you’re not just hooking up to get your frustration out and thinking it’s a relationship?”

You sucked in a sharp breath when he mentioned it again, growing frustrated now.

“I’m positive.” You grumbled.

“Why?”

“Because we haven’t even…” You trailed off when you realized you said too much. But it was too late. Flash’s jaw dropped as he bounced up and down.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet?” He asked. “How? You’ve been together like two months.”

“Can you keep your voice down please?” You hissed. “It’s none of your business. And it’s normal for couples to wait.”

“You know what?” Flash snickered. “I’m not even surprised that you guys haven’t done it yet. He’s not man enough to try anything.”

“Yes he is.” You said. “Shut up Flash.”

“Are you sure about that?” Flash taunted.

“Yes.” You snapped as your confidence slowly faded. “I’m sure. Now leave me alone.”

“I kinda feel sorry for you.” He continued. “You’re dating the man who played the girl part in last years musical. It’s probably the only girl part he’s ever seen.”

“Shut up.” You repeated. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? Because I’m willing to bet Peter doesn’t have a single clue what to do in bed. He’d be like, “orgasm? You mean organism? It’s an animal, plant, or single celled life form”, or something.” Flash mimicked his voice. “He’s probably awful. He’ll never be able to please you.”

“Yes he can.” You said quietly, but you weren’t sure. You hated to admit it, but you were starting to think Flash might be right.

“How would you know?” Flash taunted. That pushed you to your edge. You knew if you didn’t say something now, Flash would tell the whole school and humiliate Peter.

“Because I was kidding. We have had sex.” You lied. “He sexed me like, a hundred times. Including last night.”

“Really?” Flash narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah. He nearly broke my pelvis.” You continued. “That’s why I’m in leggings today. I’m really sore.”

“Peter Parker left you sore?” Flash snorted. “What’d he do? Forgot you were there and sit on you?”

“No. He fucked me.” You said confidently this time. “Really, really well.”

“Nope. I don’t believe you.” Flash shook his head. “There is no way Little orphan Annie is having sex. Not a chance.”

“Well, he is.” You shrugged. “And he’s got a huge dick. Like, the size of a salt shaker.”

“Salt shakers are like two inches.” Flash scoffed.

“Not the kind you have at home.” You rolled your eyes. “Like, the really big ones at Italian restaurants. That size.”

“For real?” Flash’s eyes widened.

“Yeah.” You began to lose confidence in your lying ability. “Real, um, real monster cock on that boy. He’s uh, he’s a mouthful.”

“You mean handful?” Flash asked.

“I said what I said.”

“No way.” Flash gasped.

“Uh huh. He’s the best I ever had.” You egged it on. “By a long shot, too. He really knows what he’s doing.”

“You’re telling me Peter Parker is some kind of sex god?” Flash raised an eyebrow.

“Yep.” You replied. “In fact, I’m going to his apartment later for more. I just can’t get enough. You’d understand if you were getting it this good.”

“Who would have thought.” Flash shook his head. “I certainly didn’t see this coming.”

“Well, speaking of coming, I better go. Peter’s expecting me.” You smiled tightly and walked away from Flash. You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you left him, unsure of how much damage you had just done.

Flash spotted Peter at the lockers the next day and thought of your conversation from the day before. Always looking for trouble, he walked up to Peter and leaned against his locker.

“Hey, Penis Parker.” Flash said with a grin.

“Go away Flash.” Peter groaned.

“Woah.” Flash held up his hands. “That’s no way to talk to someone who knows your dirty little secret.”

Peter stiffened when he heard this and gave his full attention to Flash.

“What?”

“Yup.” He nodded. “I was just talking to Y/n and she told me all about your double life.”

“She what?” Peter asked as he began to panic.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you were able to keep it hidden this long. I’m almost impressed.” Flash said as he folded his arms. Peter grabbed him by the shirt and pressed him up against the lockers as Flash gasped.

“Woah, woah, woah. Take me to dinner first, jeez.” Flash said as Peter loosened his grip.

“What do you know?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

“Not much. Just that you’re not the man I thought you were.” Flash winked.

“What?” Peter flushed with rage.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Flash said before blowing him a kiss. “Bye!”

Peter watched him leave as a nervous anger settled in his stomach. He didn’t know Flash was talking about something entirely different. He assumed you told him about his Spider-Man secret and he was furious with you.

After school, Peter walked to your apartment and used his spare key. He found you in your room and wasted no time in letting you have it.

“What did you tell Flash?” Peter demanded as he slammed the door behind him. You were someone who hated being yelled at, so you were immediately annoyed with Peter’s behavior.

“Woah.” You scoffed. “Nice to see you too.”

“Why did Flash tell me I wasn’t he man he thought I was?” Peter continued. “Did you tell him I was Spiderman?”

“Excuse me?” You stood up angrily. “You can’t just barge in here, yelling at me and accusing me of exposing your secret.”

“I can when you told the worst person we know something I trusted you with.” Peter snapped. “Did you seriously tell him I was Spiderman?”

“Yes, Peter. I told Flash your biggest secret.” You said sarcastically. “I went straight up to him and said, “hey, want to hear some information my boyfriend specifically trusted me to keep?” Then I made rode off in his porch and we made love under the stars. Oh, and we’re writing a cookbook together. It’s called “I Didn’t tell Flash Your Fucking Secret”. You can preorder now.”

“Real funny.” Peter seethed. “If you didn’t tell him, then why did he say you told him my secret? Why was he impressed that I had hidden it for so long?”

“Because I told him…” Your shouting trailed off when you realized what you told Flash was much worse.

“Told him what?” Peter asked angrily.

“Nothing. I didn’t tell him anything. Just calm down.” You rolled your eyes and flopped back on the bed.

“I am calm.” He yelled. “You have to tell me what you said to him.”

“No I don’t.” You said simply. “I have the right to remain silent. I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“If you didn’t tell him I was Spiderman then what could you have possibly told him?” Peter whined as he sat next to you. He was smart enough to know yelling at you would just make you more defensive.

“I don’t want to tell you.” You said quietly.

“Why?”

“It’s embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face.

“So is your outfit.” Peter shrugged. You uncovered your face to narrow your eyes at him.

“Fucker.” You grumbled.

“Just tell me.” Peter groaned. “Or I’ll shit the bed next time we cuddle.”

“I need you to take a step back from this conversation and think about what you just said to me.” You said seriously.

“I’ll do it.” He threatened.

“Fine. I told him you were…” You mumbled the end of the sentence so even with his super hearing, he couldn’t hear you.

“What?”

“I told him you were really good at sex.” You reluctantly confessed. “I told him all the dirty little secrets of our sex life and that’s what he was talking about when he came up to you. I didn’t tell him anything about spiderman. I cannot believe you think I’d do that to you.”

“You…wait, what?” Peter stuttered as his face went bright red. “What?!”

“Don’t make me repeat it.” You pleaded.

“How did you tell him about our sex life if we never...” Peter’s sentence tapered off like it usually did when it came to talking about something real.

“Fucked?” You raised an unamused eyebrow. If he couldn’t even say the word, you wondered how he’d ever do the action.

“Yeah.” He gulped. “That.”

“I don’t know. I made stuff up.” You shrugged. “I told him we had sex all the time and that you were super good at it. And that, you know, you have a monster cock.” You mumbled the last part out of embarrassment.

“A what?” Peter sputtered. “A fucking what?”

“I was hyping you up.” You defended yourself. “And it’s not like I can’t feel it when we spoon.”

Peter flushed again and rubbed his face.

“Why were you telling him any of this?” He asked wearily.

“Because.” You mumbled, not wanting to tell Peter why the topic ever came up.

“Because why?” He pressed.

“Because he was saying you’d never be able to please me and you were too inexperienced to try anything so I put him in his place.” You explained. “I’m the only one who can make fun of you like that. Not him.”

Peter looked at you with sad eyes as the weight of your words hit him.

“Is that what you think?” He worried. “That I couldn’t please you?”

“What? No, Pete.” You shook your head. “I don’t think that. That’s just what Flash was saying. You know how he is.”

“But he’s right.” Peter gulped. “I am inexperienced. You were my first kiss. I’d have no idea how to...you know.”

“That’s okay.” You assured him. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

That didn’t sit well with Peter. Instead of cheering him up, it made him feel worse.

“Have you had sex before?” He asked quietly. You blinked a few times, knowing your answer would only make the situation worse.

“Yeah.” You nodded stiffly. “I have.”

“Shit.” Peter whispered as he looked down. You noticed he was clenching and unclenching his fist, something he did when he was anxious.

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You got off the bed and put your hands on his face. “I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure. We can just drop this. It doesn’t matter.”

“You feel the same way, don’t you?” Peter frowned with glassy eyes. “You agree with what Flash said so you overcompensated on my behalf. That’s why you told him all those things.”

“Pete, I don’t give a fuck what Flash says.” You told him. “I never have. I was just trying to shut him up.”

“You just told me you don’t expect anything from me.” He said as he moved away from you. “You don’t think I could please you, do you? You think I’m too innocent and inexperienced.”

“Well, you are innocent and inexperienced.” You said calmly. “But that’s not a bad thing. We love each other, okay? And when we’re ready to take the next step, we will.”

Peter sucked in a sharp breath and bit his bottom lip, telling you he was fighting back tears. You put one hand on his shoulder and one on his face in an attempt to comfort him.

“Hey.” You said soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

“First you tell me you wanted to sleep with Bucky, and now I find out you’re telling Flash about our ridiculous make believe sex life because you were too embarrassed to tell him we don’t have one.” Peter said sadly.

“What do those two things have to do with the other?”

“I can’t compete!” Peter exclaimed. “Flash is probably right. I probably can’t please you. I’m just…I’m just a virgin who can’t drive.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I knew both of those things before I started dating you.”

You only made the situation worse by saying this. The confidence had been knocked right out of Peter and it showed. He was visible shaken over the conversation and you wished it never started.

“Pete.” You sighed. “You don’t have to get upset about this. It’s just a stupid thing Flash said.”

“A stupid thing Flash said that you’re worried is true.” Peter stated. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it when you realized he was right. As much as you hated to admit it, Flash had gotten in your head.

“I’m not worried.” You said weakly.

“I can smell when you’re lying.” Peter said as he glared at you.

“That’s not fair.” You groaned. “Don’t sniff out my emotions.”

“It’s not just your emotions. It’s what you’re saying.” Peter protested. “You were too ashamed to tell him we haven’t had sex yet, weren’t you? And now you think what he said was right.”

“I’m not ashamed. But, I mean, it’s not like you ever try anything.” You shrugged. “We make out and then you take a cold shower and put on a movie. I’m not trying to push you before you’re ready, but Jesus Peter. You can’t even say the word “fuck”. You could barely say “horny” a month ago. They’re just words. You don’t have to be scared of them.”

“I’m not scared. I was trying to be a gentleman. But apparently, that’s not good enough for you.” He shot back.

“Are you mad at me? Is this a fight?” You honestly wondered. You didn’t expect him to react the way he was and it was throwing you off. You’d gotten into plenty of arguments before, but never like this. You were a couple now and the stakes were much higher.

“I don’t know how I feel right now. I know this conversation made me feel really bad, though.” He answered. Your eyes softened for a moment before your anger returned.

“What’s your problem? You should be thanking me.” You insisted. “Flash is probably telling the whole school how great you are in bed. Why are you so upset?”

“I’m upset because my girlfriend thinks I can’t fuck her.” Peter gravely as he stared you in the eyes. You uncrossed your arms and blinked a few times, surprised that he finally said it.

“Yeah.” He stated as he got ready to leave. “I can say the word.”

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takamishinko · 3 years

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hey its me again, feel free to do other requests if you have them but id like to ask if could you do a nsfw part 2 to denkis “your scars are beautiful”. or really just a denki x m reader nsfw scenario/smutshot (?) thing if you dont feel like continuing it, thank you in advance :D

first time writing smut ahaha this was fun to write

charging...

pronouns: he/him

warnings: nsfw, swallowing, no protection

a/n: we could've finished this wqy earlier but we can't take anything seriously and fucked around for like a good hour laughing our asses off lol

e/n (editors note): wap wap wap wap wap 😹

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you and denki just finished having dinner at a restaurant with the rest of the bakusquad. it was a pretty nice hangout thing you guys did often. every friday you guys would go to a specific place mina introduced to everyone and you all ended up loving the place. they had food that catered to everyone's taste, even bakugou’s hard to satisfy palette.

you and the squad headed back to the dorms together, it was no secret that you and denki shared the same room since you two were dating so everyone else went back to their own rooms while you and denki headed back together. denki flopped onto the bed you both shared the second he opened the door, not before taking off his shoes of course.

denki sighed with content, "ahhh~ that place is good as always, it never fails to disappoint me with the burgers, i could eat them all day i swear!" he exclaimed happily. you chuckled at his cute antics.

"oh! we also don't have school tomorrow, woohoo!" denki finished as he stretched his arms out.

you weren't really bothered by denki's rambles since you knew he was the talkative type and tended to go on rambles a lot. but this time wasn't like the usual… it was almost like he was trying to hint to you something.

you knew exactly what denki was up to. telling you the room was kind of hot, unbuttoning his shirt just enough so that you can see his pecs. while denki's body wasn't as buff as shoji’s or bakugou’s but it was still pretty well built even being on the lean side. you would also be a big ass liar if you said you weren't turned on by his actions. of course your boyfriend teasing you would turn you on.

though you knew what he was trying to do you kept up your clueless act because it was fun for you to tease him back a little. you were having your amusement playing innocent in front of him until the blonde male suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed.

“heh, playing innocent on me huh? c’mon baby~ i know you want all this.” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt completely and took it off. his abs and pecs were irresistible and the proof was the hard on you had in your pants, you knew it well and so did denki.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about babe~” you teased back, a playful grin forming at the corner of your lips.

“fine! i guess i’ll have to show you with actions then.”

your boyfriend’s lips pressed onto yours without any hesitation, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, who were you to resist him? the kiss he gave was sloppy but you didn’t mind it a single bit, it was actually quite arousing to you and you enjoyed it. of course you couldn’t let your boyfriend have all the fun so you put a little force into the kiss too instead of just letting his tongue swirl around in your mouth. the kiss between you broke after a minute or so, both of your faces red. you looked down and saw a bulge in denki’s sweatpants.

you licked your lips, “c’mon, take them off big guy~ you’re suffering in those.” you giggled with a licentious look gracing your features.

“with pleasure baby.” denki replied, nothing but pure lust dripping from each word.

you already seen denki’s cock before but something about the outline of it on his comical lightning patterned boxers turned you on to the max. without second thoughts you started to lick your boyfriend’s cock through his boxers, teasing him while you’re at it.

“why don’t you play with what’s under it instead?” he groaned out at the sight of you. god you turned him on so much.

you didn’t reply and pulled down his yellow boxers instead. his cock sprung out with excitement. denki was probably not the biggest, but it was definitely above average and enough to satisfy every last one of your needs. you wrapped your lips around his cock and started going further down inch by inch, using your tongue to lap at it as well. denki’s face contorted into pleasure. wanton moans inevitably escaped his mouth and they were like music to your ears. this egged you on and you hollowed out your cheeks as he fucked your mouth.

“oh fuck! y/n i’m getting close, ah- cumming!” he whined loudly.

without leaving his dick you swallowed every last drop of cum from you received from him. you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show him you enjoyed it, as if you were telling him “thank you for the meal.”

“that felt so fucking good baby… i want more, can i put it in?” he asked, feeling a bit impatient.

“you’re insatiable,” you chucked out, he rolled his eyes in response “but of course you can~”

as soon as denki heard your answer he practically jumped on you to pull down your pants and your boxers together leaving your ass and cock exposed to him. you flushed at his rushed movements.

“denki-”

he cut you off, “you’re so fucking hot baby, i wanna fuck you so bad.” denki spoke with desire while looking at your lower half.

your boyfriend couldn’t wait any longer so he grabbed the lube that was sitting in his nightstand and spread some on his finger

“just relax alright?” he murmured as he spread a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and started to loosen you up. he started with one and eventually added two more fingers. you jolted a little as your entrance was explored but once denki had hit a certain spot your eyes rolled back of your head, your back arched and you let out a whine.

“o-oh fuck! denki!” you gasped out, your hips jerking upwards as he continued to abuse your prostate. tears formed at your eyes, you felt like you were melting, his fingers felt so good.

your mewls shot straight down to his cock, “feels good huh?” he leaned down, whispering into your ear before nipping on it. you couldn’t respond to his sultry tone, you were so out of it. god you needed more.

"denki just put it in already..! i can't help it anymore. i need your cock." you mewled weakly, your voice hoarse.

"alright~ don't blame me if i go a lil' too hard on ya now." denki grinned as he shoved his dick straight into your hole, hitting your prostate immediately. you let out a loud moan as he immediately thrusts at a fast pace.

you gasped and whimpered out, “a-ah! denki! slow down a little… too fast.” you couldn’t keep up with his pace.

“can’t handle it babe? i’ll slow down for you then.” denki replies with a smirk. he didn’t want to hurt you.

denki then continued to make slow yet deep thrusts into your ass. they didn’t hurt like the first time you guys did but rather euphoric. his cock was hitting a spot that your fingers or toys could’ve never reached, a whole new level of pleasure. even though this wasn’t your first time it felt so good having your boyfriend inside you again, he never fails to disappoint you in the bedroom.

“nggh, your ass feels so fucking good. you take my cock so well baby boy.” denki moaned.

“y-your cock feels so good denki..!” you replied, a trail drool indecently leaving your mouth, mixing on the sheets with the salty tears that fell from your eyes.

he then again pressed his lips onto yours and invaded your mouth with his tongue. it almost felt like heaven, making out with your boyfriends passionately while his big cock hit your prostate over and over again. the pleasure made you lose yourself and you didn’t even notice that you were getting close, and with denki picking up the rhythm of his thrusts, you could tell he was close too.

“d-denki! i’m gonna cum-“ you moan out loudly in a high pitched tone.

denki groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. “me too baby- let’s come together..!”

and just before he could finish his sentence both of you reached your climax and both of you moaned out in shameless pleasure. the two of you stared at each other and tried to regulate your breaths.

“you felt amazing baby...” denki spoke with affection while holding your cheek with his right hand.

“you felt really good too denki...” you reply as you did the same with your left hand.

the two of you shared a quick kiss before giggling. the two of you were fatigued after your activities, both of you quickly took a shower together and got into bed. both of you fell asleep while cuddling each other on the bed.

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theduosetter · 2 years

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━━ 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧

"Y/n!" Hinata exclaimed as he ran over to you then wrapping his arms around your figure and slightly knocking you off of your feet.

"Oof." you mumbled, "Hey, Hinata." a chuckle escaped your lips.

"You're going to crush her dumb ass!" Kageyama spoke up, "Let her go."

Hinata whined, turning to look at him. "It's not my fault you don't have enough guts to hug her!" he retorted.

Kageyama was too stunned to speak, his cheeks turned pink feeling embarrassed. "I--" he stuttered, "T-that's not true!"

You tried your best to hide your smile. It was adorable seeing him get all flustered, it was a rare sight.

"Then why don't you hug her then?!" Hinata egged him on, "Go on." he slightly smirked.

Kageyama looked at you then off to the side. "It's okay. You don't need to hug me Kageyama-"

"I want to!-..." he blurted out, "But...I-I... um..."

Before you were able to say something else to him, the bell rang. The door slid open again signaling that your teacher had just walked in.

"Alright, everyone off to your seats you go!"

You gave him a reassuring nod then walked towards your seat. Hinata didn't hold his laugh, earning a smack from Kageyama. The black haired couldn't help but look back over his shoulder to look at you. A small smile formed on his lips.

"Remeber to study these upcoming days, the test is Friday." your teacher said, "I also do not want to see anyone getting less than a C. If you need help you can come by my office, I will be staying after school these days."

"Yes, sir." everyone replied.

"Now go and enjoy your lunch." he said, as soon as he was gone all your classmates including yourself got up to get some food.

"Hey, y/n." your friend said, "Do you want to eat with us?"

"Sorry." you said, with an apologetica smile. "I'm helping out today at the gym with a team meeting."

"Why?!" she whined, "Can you skip it this once? I'm sure Coach Ukai won't get mad at you."

"I can't." you answered, "The tournament is coming up soon."

"Fine, say hi the guys for me?" you quickly nodded then ran out the classroom. As much as helping the team win was important to you, the reason you enjoyed going was seeing him. Despite not being to talk sometimes, he always made you smile. It was contagious, when he smiled you smiled. If he laughed, you laughed.

A bubbly feeling filled your chest at the thought of running into him again like yesterday. There was a skip in your step as you walked down the long hallway. As you reached the second to last door, you saw his head sticking out of the doorway.

"Daichi!" you yelled out to him. You picked up the pace to catch up to him.

"I know, but I really have to go guys." he laughed looking at his classmates. "I will talk to them later, I have a meeting to get to." He bid his friends goodbye, sliding the door closed.

"Daichi, hey." you shyly smiled.

"Y/n, hey! Are you on your way to the meeting?" he asked.

You nodded, "Hinata and Kageyama left earlier then me."

"Oh good." you two started to walk together, side by side. "I told them to get there earlier to set things up."

"It took some convincing but they were able to go. I had to help a litte so our teacher could let them leave." you chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason they were able to leave." he added, "Knowing those two, their grades aren't the best right now... gees I hope they are able to raise them before the tournament."

"No lie sometimes it is hard for them to study, if it's not the bickering going on, it's probably something else."

"Yeah." he chuckled lightly rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm sorry if those two cause you trouble. I hope you are able to study for your exams too."

"I don't have as much trouble when it comes to testing, only a slight bit at English but that's it." you admitted.

"If you want I can help you study sometime." he suggested, "We can go to the library."

"R-really?" you shyly spoke, "I-I... don't want to take up any of your time. I know... y-you are busy with your own entrance exams and the team too of course!"

"I don't mind, Y/n." he smiled at you, making your heart flutter. "Really, let me help you if I can. You also do a lot for the team it's the least I can do."

"Alright!" you exclaimed, "Sorry..." you felt your face turn hot from how embarrased you felt. "I-I didn't mean... to yell..." you looked away from him.

"It's okay." he assured you, "Don't worry about it."

You sucked in your lips feeling it become impossible for you to hide the huge smile.

After practice was over for the day you started to help Nishinoya and Asahi to collect the volleyballs from the floor.

"Come on Asahi!" Nishinoya whined, "I need you to come with me, I promised her friend she had a date too!"

"I'm not going Nishinoya, sorry but that's not my scene." he said, "Why don't you take Tanaka instead?"

"Sorry my dude, I'm already busy studying with Ennoshita for today." Tanaka explained, "He's helping me out with Japanese Literature."

"You both suck." Nishinoya grumbled.

"I'm sure you can find a classmate to join you." you spoke, "What about Masahiro?"

"I don't know..." he mumbled, "He did cancel something last minute today from what he told me."

"See? Ask him then. I'm sure he'll be happy to say yes."

He sighed, "Alright."

"I'm surprised you listened to her." Daichi walked up to your group, standing beside you. "You never listen to any of us."

"That's because she is understanding and doesn't yell at me."

Daichi rolled his eyes playfully, "Even when we don't you still won't listen to us, Nishinoya."

"Well because..."

Everyone looked at him, waiting for an explanation that never came. "Whatever... thanks Y/n, I'll go call him."

"It's no problem." you softly smiled, "Have fun tonight."

"Oh Nishinoya, what will we ever do with him." Tanaka commented.

Daichi leaned over to you and spoke in a low voice, "Honestly sometimes I do not know myself." making you chuckle. He smiled hearing you laugh.

"Oh by the way, Daichi-" You began but got interrupted by a loud voice.

"-Daichi!" He turned to look over his shoulder, at the front entrance to see her, standing there smiling at him.

He waved at her then turned to look at you, "Give me a sec? I'll be right back."

You nodded, smiling slightly. "Sure."

Daichi walked quickly across the gym to get to her. Meanwhile you started to take down the net while he finished. Your eyes kept glancing back at them, how they laughed together in sync. How close she was next to him, not taking her eyes off of him. The way she touched his arm despite the obvious red cheeks. It's like they were in their own little world.

It hurt like hell seeing the person you like very much, be close to someone else that isn't you. Every bone in your body screamed of jealousy, knowing it wasn't you in her spot.

A sigh escaped your lips without realizing it. Kageyama noticed and walked over to you, his cheeks formed a tint of pink. "H-hey, are you okay?"

"huh?"

He tilted his head slightly, "I heard you sigh... are you alright? Does something hurt?"

"N-no..." you mumbled, "I'm a bit tired is all I guess, I didn't realize I had sighed."

Kageyama noticed it, as much as it pained him to see you like someone else he also did not like how you suffered either.

"You..." he paused, contemplating on whether he should ask or stay quiet, being afraid to know the answer. "D-do... you like... Daichi?"

Your eyes widened, you averted eye contact and became flustered. "I-I...uh n-no..." you stuttered, "W-why... do you ask?.."

He sucked in his lips, took a deep breath trying to calm down his emotions. Did it pain him to know? Yeah but he also didn't have the right to lash out on you.

"I've seen... the way you look at him." he answered, "Especially when you talk with him. Your eyes do this one thing I've noticed and only when you talk to him."

Biting your lip you looked at him. "Was I that obvious?..."

"Sometimes yeah..." He admitted, "Especially when the group is talking and he's not around. You ask about him, it's something someone does when they're in a relationship or... when you like them."

A weak smile formed on your lips, "I know it's dumb-"

"It's not dumb to like someone." he stated, "There's nothing wrong with wanting to ask about the person you care deeply about."

You tilted your head upward,"Kageyama..."

"All I'm saying is you shouldn't-" he stopped mid sentence. His eyes shifted to the front, no longer looking at you but at what was happening behind you.

"Kageyama, what's wrong?.."

'Should I tell her?' he thought as his mind and heart screamed both very different things to him.

"What is it?" you asked again, "Why do you look like somebody died."

Not waiting on his answer you turned your head quickly, "No wait, Y/n-" he reached out to stop you from seeing but failed. His hand did not make it in time to shield you away from the heartache you would end up receiving.

Your eyes stared at the news in front of you. It was impossible to look away from it. Your brain making it a physical permanent memory into your mind, to wake you up from your dream.

'They were kissing.' you thought, 'T-they aren't together... right?...' trying to come up with excuses to not face the reality of the situation. There was no more hiding or running away from the fact that he was kissing someone that would never have been you.

He on the other hand couldn't stop glaring at the pair kissing as if Daichi had forgotten you were standing there. His hand turned into a fist, keep his feet planted tightly on the ground from doing something stupid.

At last Daichi and her broke apart, his face was red and her's mirrored his same expression. He tried catching his breath, not believing what had happened, his eyes shifted to where you stood.

A tear rolled down your eye as you tried to comprehend the situation. One tear turned into ten then into a full on waterfall within a minute, Daichi's eyes widened as he saw how inconsolable you looked in front of him.

Your friend since school started, Kageyama turned you around protecting you from his line of eyesight. His arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders as your back was turned to them. You buried your face into his chest, letting him the quiet sobs that erupted from within you.

He stood tall, not blinking, as he looked at his captain. There was a fire in his eyes that looked the same way as if his enemy stood before him during a game.

"Y/n..." Daichi mumbled under his breath, he felt guilty.

"Daichi-"

He turned around to look at her. "Can we talk later? I need to do something important." she nodded and bid him goodbye.

The gym was now empty, only you three stood alone in silence except from the low muffled sobs that were heard coming from you.

Daichi stepped forward meanwhile Kageyama stepped back and retreated with you towards the exit.

"Let me talk with her." Daichi called out.

WIth jaw clenched, Kageyama answered. "I'm not going to let you hurt her again. She's had enough damage done to her for today, let her have her space."

"Why don't you let her decide?"

Kageyama waited for you to make a move but never did. "I think that tells you everything you need to know." he said then proceeded to walk out with you leaving him alone in the silent gym.

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onceupon · 3 years

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

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The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

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The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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eunoiaflow3r · 3 years

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not ur friend

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

part two - part three

a/n: haven’t written for spence in a while lol. hope you guys like it. wow...and i wrote him as an ass. bahahaha what am i going through i’m so sorry.

warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.

word count: 1.8k

request(ed): no.

summary: y/n overhears something she shouldn’t have. this conversation alters her relationship.

not ur friend by jeremy zucker.

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Hang up, if you ever think of calling me up. Not afraid to say it, darling.

3 days.

It’s been an entire weekend of you ignoring Spencer and his ever intruding phone calls. This wouldn’t have been a big deal except for the fact that this felt like a breakup. Your head and heart was treating this like you were in a relationship and he made it painfully clear that you weren’t.

It was quiet in your apartment. The television was off, the radio was silent, the heater had paused and even the refrigerator wasn’t making the usual silent buzz noise it made. The deafness of it all allowed the conversation you heard friday night play over and over again through your ached head.

Friday 11:37 pm.

“So Reid...” you picked up your phone when it rang and read Spencer’s name across the screen. It wasn’t like him to call so late but you picked up anyway. When it was a muffled Morgan’s voice you heard instead of Spencer’s you realized he hadn’t even meant to call you at all.

“How’s your girlfriend?”

You just knew all eyes were on him. Spencer Reid was very private about his social life. It was rare he even told you about anything he’d been up to. He just wasn’t one for small talk. The fact that you just knew they were talking about you made you press your phone harder into your ear even though you weren’t even sure you should have been listening.

“Oh y/n? Yeah she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

This stung. There wasn’t even a label or anything that you guys put on it, but usually when Spencer would talk about his romantic relationships he’d get nervous and stuttery and try to change the subject. Spencer’s voice was clear and steady. Zero hints of nervousness and bashfulness. He was serious.

“Really?” This was Emily now, you could recognize her voice. “You guys seem like pretty close friends if you know what I mean.” Her tone was laced with humor but Spencer’s was far from joking.

“No. I wouldn’t call us friends either. She’s just someone I visit. Like y’know...how you would a grandmother.”

A grandmother? He compared you to a grandmother? He said visiting you was like visiting a grandmother?? You could feel the tears in your eyes. You really thought Spencer was a good guy. Why would he say something so rude? Something so hurtful about the person he was sleeping with.

It wasn’t a friends with benefits. You guys had agreed on that, but you weren’t dating either. You had met him at a museum and ever since then you two had behaved as if a couple would. The only difference was that you weren’t public. You weren’t posting pictures, or gushing over how cute you thought your “boyfriend” was to your friends. And you were fine with that. Labels are constricting. You were glad not to have them except when he decided to say he barely knew you at all and compared you to a grandmother.

“Damn.” Morgan sounded impressed. “Does she know that?”

“Maybe.” Spencer paused. “There’s nothing really romantic about our relationship. To be honest, she can be a bit needy at times and it’s suffocating.”

He paused again.

“I’m actually thinking of breaking things off. She wants more and I just don’t like her that way.”

Sorry, I'm not sorry if it hurts. I don’t mean to make it worse.

This is where you hung up. Your tears never stopped flowing. How dare he? How dare he say you were needy and suffocating? You rarely asked him for anything, and didn’t bother him with things at all. You knew he was a busy person. A busy and hardworking person. You never tried to ask him for more than he was willing to give. Ever. It hurt your heart to think he was playing you the whole time.

It hurt to think that all the “I adore you’s” and “I think I’m in love with you’s” were all fake. You were pretty sure with the way things were headed that you and Spencer would have much more than just a relationship. Much more than sex and cuddles. But a meaning - an understanding.

Spencer was your comfort. Your safe place. The person you’d go to if you were hurting, or in trouble. You were his. Countless times he came to your house and cried to you about the stress from his job. He’d hold you and tell you all about his day and what more he wished he could have done.

You’d buy him his favorite food and he’d cuddle you to sleep only to wake you up in the morning with kisses and great morning sex. To hear all of that meant basically nothing to him tore your heart to pieces.

It made you want to throw up. Had you wasted your time? Had he felt this way the entire time and you just never noticed because you hoped he felt the same? Were there signs that you missed? Something you could have done to prevent yourself from falling this hard for someone who didn’t care?

But you thought he cared.

Spencer was the most caring, empathetic person you’d ever met in your life. He was so understanding in a way no one could ever get.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

This is why you thought that maybe this is why he tried to hide you. Maybe he just was afraid of his friends not liking you, or afraid of someone from where he worked would try to hurt you. You prayed this was the case. You hoped and cried that this was the reason he’d ever let those words leave his mouth.

The reason you couldn’t believe this though is something understandable.

He had never, ever, called you anything other than his friend, and never wanted to go out.

He told you it was because he was protecting you, but he never wanted to even meet your friends. And when you talked about a guy or introduced him to one, he’d get upset and say something like, “Yeah well he seems perfect for you anyway. Not like we’re a thing - do what you want.”

And your brain tried to rationalize this as protection. The more you thought about it the more the other part of your brain screamed manipulation. You tried to ignore it but is that what was happening? Had he been manipulating you the entire time and you just never knew it?

If he was protecting you he wouldn’t call you needy. He wouldn’t not even bother to look at your friends. He wouldn’t feel the need to hide you from the entire world and lie about it in such a - douchebag way.

This hurt you though. His team can call out a liar faster than anyone and they would have said something if they thought he was lying. They would have defended you. The wouldn’t have egged him away and joked about you like you were some embarrassing one night stand.

You expected respect and decency and got dishonesty and asshole attitudes instead.

After the weekend of pitying yourself you realized you needed to stop. This wasn’t your fault. He has issues of his own. Issues he needs to work out and come to terms with on his own. Why should you feel anything for a man trying to hide you? Lying to you? Lying to his friends ABOUT you. Reassuring yourself helped but didn’t help the ache in your heart.

Were you ready for this? Were you ready to throw it all away? After all it could just be a misunderstanding. A misinterpretation. It could be your fault. Maybe you were clingy.

No.

No. Absolutely not. You weren’t going to try to defend his actions.

Right now, there's not much that we agree on. Sit down, if you need someone to lean on.

You called him.

“Hello?” he answered right away. “Where have you been are you okay? I was gonna come over and check.”

“Don’t come over.” You cleared your throat and blinked away tears.

“Then please come to mine. I have to talk to you, I missed you.”

He still has no idea. He doesn’t have a clue what you overheard on the phone. All the pieces of the puzzle you put together. All that you’ve realized in the past 3 days.

You rolled your eyes. Any other day you’d think his obliviousness was adorable but right now it only made you want to punch him in his stomach for lying to you and wasting your time.

“I’ll be over to give you your things.”

And you hung up.

That was so hard for you to do and you had hot wet tears running down your face to prove it. No matter how many times you tried to brush them away they just kept on going down.

Fuck him.

A shower and a change of clothes later you were finally ready to see him.

Honest, if I'm coming to your place, it's to say it to your face...

In your car you tried to talk yourself out of it. You told yourself to just forget the phone call over happened and just go back to the way things were. At least you here happy then...at least...sort of. You were okay. You were happy with him. The time you spent with him was enjoyable but you were tired of being his therapist. You were tired of being his dirty mistress. You didn’t want to be lied to or lied about. You were over it.

When you got there he rushed you in the house and looked down at you confusingly.

You had never been inside his place. The only time you were ever really here was when you were inside waiting in the car so that he could change his shirt.

“I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“I came now to give you your things.”

“JJ will be here soon, you should probably leave. Why did you bring this stuff?”

“They’re yours. They shouldn’t be at my place.”

He looked confused but took the box from your hands anyway.

“I’m leaving.” You simply said and turned towards the door. The sooner you were out the better.

“Can I at least have a kiss?” Spencer asked in the cute voice he knew you liked.

You closed your eyes. “Sorry Reid, but no. I don’t want to seem needy or suffocating, ya’know? Makes it easier to break things off.”

Color drained from his face as he realized what you were talking about. He couldn’t even come up with an excuse other than a - “No, baby I -“

You put your palm in the air facing him telling him to stop.

“It’s okay. I was just someone you visited...like a grandmother. You shouldn’t miss me too much. We’re not even friends, right?”

You walked out of the house.

You walked out on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest. He was always the one to leave. He was always the one to say goodbye.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

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appplepii · 3 years

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prove them wrong (armin arlert x fem!reader)

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: modern!au, mentions of alcohol, douchebag jean😳, unprotected sex, soft degradation, choking, oral sex

summary:

Armin is sick of being underestimated.

“Have you and (y/n) even done anything yet, Armin?” Jean laughed, slightly scoffing at the boy from across the couch. Armin choked on the water he was drinking, coughing as Eren patted his back to help him breathe. “Shut the fuck up Jean, we all know you’re probably a virgin.” Eren spat as he was quick to defend his best friend. Jean’s face twisted into a scowl, his face growing pink as he flipped the loud boy off.

“Honestly, is Jean wrong though? I don’t think I’ve ever even seen them kiss.” Connie chimed in as he took another swig of the beer he had been nursing. A blush rose on Armin’s cheeks as he stayed silent, his eyes glued to the carpet of his living room. “Who even cares? Some are more shy than others! Anyway, can we get more barbecue chips?” Sasha lifted the empty bowl over her head, directing the question at the owner of the apartment. “Sure Sasha. There are some in the pantry, make yourself at home.” Armin quietly laughed to himself as he answered her question, glad the girl was able to take the subject of the conversation off himself.

It was a Friday night and everyone found themselves in a familiar setting, hanging out and drinking at Armin’s apartment. His place had slowly become the regular spot to be weekly, it was the biggest out of everyones since he shared it with you. The guest bedroom had become home to anyone who got too shit-faced and needed a place to crash. Although Armin hated alcohol, he always kept a pack of beers and other drinks for his friends. He didn’t mind being the only sober one, he enjoyed the company of his long time friends regardless.

“Babe, I’m home!” Your voice called out, the sound of the front door slamming as you took your shoes off. Walking into the living room you weren’t surprised to see the same group of friends you’ve had since high school. Armin’s expression immediately grew soft, a smile on his lips as he patted the seat next to him for you to take. Settling down next to your boyfriend, you took a hold of his hand to absentmindedly play with his fingers as you caught up with everyone. Looking around the room, your eyes met with Jean who’s face took on a smug expression. “Oh, perfect!” Jean cleared his throat. “Since we’re talking about it, we should just ask you!” You glared at the man, knowing he always had some shit to start. “What bullshit are you starting now, Jean.” The bored expression in your voice left Jean mocking offense at your lack of enthusiasm. “Come on, you know you love me!” You tried your best to tune him out as you took a drink of Armin’s water he had handed to you. “Anyway, have you and Armin fucked yet?”

It was your turn to choke on your water now, sputtering curses at the man for asking something so uncomfortable. You’re almost positive your face is beet red from the heat radiating off of it, and you glanced at your boyfriend who was clearly embarrassed as he pinched the bride of his nose. It was clear to everyone now that Jean was clearly intoxicated otherwise he wouldn’t be asking so many personal questions. Trying your hardest not to let your embarrassment get the best of you, you sneered at him. “Jean, I’m gonna excuse your douchey attitude for the fact that your shit-faced, but I suggest you shut the fuck up.”. Jean payed your threat no mind as he let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, don’t feel bad! Some of us are late bloomers. I believe you’ll get there one day bud!” Eren could feel the discomfort coming from his best friend, standing up and glancing at Mikasa who followed his lead.

“Anyway, it’s getting late. We’re gonna head home, we’ll see you next weekend right?” Eren looked at Armin who nodded back. Marco was the next to stand up, clearly embarrassed with his friend who got too drunk. “Yeah I’m gonna head out too, I’ll take Jean to my place.” Marco grabbed the boy by his collar and forced him to stand up, ignoring his complaints and asking if it was something he said. Armin tried his hardest to suppress the sigh of relief at the fact he would be alone with you. Nobody liked being asked personal questions, especially ones about their sex life. He made a mental note to thank Eren and Marco for their help.

After that, everyone else gradually made their way home by calling for Ubers or having a friend pick them up. The quiet of your shared apartment brought you comfort after such a long day, humming to yourself as you cleaned up the kitchen. Finishing up and wiping your hands on your jeans, you found your boyfriend staring out the window as he sat on the same spot he had been in all night. Slowly you made your way to him, standing in front of the boy and running your fingers through his hair. “You okay, babe? Don’t listen to Jean. You know how he gets when he’s fucked up.” Armin looked up at you, a small smile on his face. His eyes had a darker expression though, and you felt your stomach erupt with butterflies as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap.

“Don’t worry, I don’t let anything Jean says get to me.” Armin’s hands wondered across the tops of your thighs, fingers trailing up under your shirt to let his thumbs trace the base of your spine. “Besides,” he pulled you closer by your hips, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “They just don’t know how good I make you feel, huh?” You gulped, fingers shaking as they gripped at the shoulders of his black hoodie. Armin’s lips trailed from your ear to your shoulder, leaving feather-light kisses down the way before sucking on the spot at the base of your neck between your collarbones. Letting out a whine at the contact, you tightened your grip on his shoulders. “I asked you a question angel, don’t you know it’s rude to ignore people?” The tone of his voice was something you only ever heard in moments like these, his tone raspy and just above a whisper.

Pulling your hips down to grind on his own, he pulled back from the spot on your neck. Bringing up his hand to let his fingers trail over the dark bruise to admire it, he slowly wrapped his fingers around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just let his hand rest there as he gazed into your eyes. An almost bored expression sit on his face as he sat expectantly. “Well?” You avoided his eyes, feeling embarrassed as you fiddled with his hoodie strings. “N-no, they don’t know how good you make me feel.” Armin chuckled lowly, the hand on your neck coming up to grab your face and force eye contact with him. “Why are you so shy baby? You know I always take good care of you.”

Shifting your hips, you began to feel desperation build up in your chest. You leaned in and met his lips with a deep kiss, bringing your fingers to run across the short hair of his undercut. You felt him harden under your lap and couldn’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling. Moving off of what felt like instinct, you reached your hand between the two of you. Fiddling with the cool metal of the belt buckle, you pulled at the leather strap to undo it. Pulling away from the kiss Armin grabbed your wrist stopping you. Your eyebrows furrowed into confusion and frustration as you searched his face for his reasoning.

“Why are you in such a rush? We have all night, doll.” Armin leaned back into his seat, glancing at the bottom of your shirt and back up to your face gesturing for you to take it off. You didn’t hesitate to follow his unspoken orders, throwing the thin shirt off of your frame and across the room somewhere. Goosebumps erupted on your soft skin as the cool air made contact with it as you shivered slightly. Reaching your hand behind your back, you undid the clip of your bra and let the straps slowly slide down your shoulders. Armin hummed as he observed your naked figure, letting the palm of his hand rest on your rib cage, under one of your breasts.

“Look at you, my perfect sweet girl.” He cooed, running his thumb across your nipple causing you to suck in a breath. “You’re so responsive,” he listened to your breathy moans as he attached his lips to you “I love it.”. Leaving multiple bruises scattered across your flushed chest he smiled, he always thought you looked pretty bruised. Throwing your head back, you tried to control your violent heart beat and your erratic breathing. “You doing okay?” He asked against your skin, the warm breath once again causing goosebumps to form. “I just, I need..” Your statement trailed off as you became distracted by his grinding onto you. “What? What do you need?” he egged you to continue as his hand traveled between your breasts and to your jeans. His nimble fingers curled into the waistband of your pants while his thumb threatened to undo the button of them. “I need you to touch me, please.” You breathed out, desperate for him to do what you asked.

His smile slightly widened as he finally undid the button of your jeans, his hand slipping in to tease you through your underwear. “Aw, how sweet. You know I can’t say no to you.” He increased the pressure of his fingers as he circled around your clit. Already on cloud nine from his calculated touch, you let your head fall onto his shoulder as you bit back the sounds you wanted to make. “You’re already soaked through your panties, how dirty. Come on, take these off.” He took his hand out of your jeans and pulled down on the belt loops as he gestured for you to take them off.

You stood up from his lap and shimmied the tight jeans off, taking off your panties in the process. Before you were able to take back your seat on his lap, you felt him lean forward and rub the sides of your thighs. Armin enjoyed the feeling of your smooth skin as he dragged his palms to ghost over your ass. After squeezing briefly he cupped the back of your thigh, picking up your leg and letting it rest on his shoulder. You held your breath as you glanced at the man sitting between your legs, feeling like you might just pass out the moment his tongue touched you. Sucking on your clit and letting a finger slide into you with little resistance, you gripped his hair tight, knowing it probably hurt him (not that he complained).

“Oh my- Oh my god. Please don’t stop.” Your ramblings sounded senseless but you didn’t care, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure you were receiving. Armin hummed in response, the vibrations making the hairs on your body stand straight up as you gasped, “You’re so good, so good to me.”. Armin was stronger than he looked, his biceps flexing as the grip on your thigh and hip kept you standing. With the way your knees were buckling you could bet if he wasn’t holding you you’d be on the floor by now. He could tell you were close by the sounds you were making and the way you squirmed, and right before you met with your release he pulled his fingers out of you and backed away from where you wanted him the most.

“Wh- I don’t understand, why are you-“ Your eyes brimmed with tears brought on by the pure desparation built up inside of you and you couldn’t stop the pout from forming on your bruised lips. Pressing a kiss to your hip bone, Armin wiped his face clean from you and guided you to lay on your back on the couch. “Be patient sweet thing, I told you we have all night, right?” Your disappointment from being edged was slowly disappearing as you thought about the heat looking in your stomach, looking at him you spread your legs, on full display for the man in front of you. “Fine, please just fuck me then.”

Armin’s patience was suddenly non-existent as rapidly threw off his t-shirt and pulled off the grey sweatpants he’d been wearing. Before he was able to take off his boxers you beat him to it, leaning over and pulling them down yourself. Grabbing his dick in your hand and leaving a kiss on the tip, you took him in your mouth as deep as you could, slightly gagging as fresh tears stung your eyes. Armin tensed immediately, his hand flinging to the top of your head as he tangled his fingers into your hair. “Oh, fuck” he moaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of how warm your mouth was. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl, my sweet baby.” he was the one rambling now, his eyes screwed shut because if he saw you with your mouth around him he might just cum too soon. “Enough,” he says gently as he pulls you off of his cock, “I want to be inside you already.”

You had no complaints as you went back to the position of laying on your back. His calloused hands grab your calves as he pushes them against your thighs. Armin didn’t think he could get any harder than he already was but he proved himself wrong when he saw you glistening with sweat, spread out for him. “Are you ready, sweet girl?” He teased your entrance as your eyes shot open to look into his. “I’m ready, please just-“ You were interrupted by the feeling of Armin pushing himself into you, your words trailing off as your eyes grew wide at the stretch. He leaned down to meet you with another sloppy kiss, his hand finding it’s familiar place around your throat. Pulling back with a wet smack, Armin leaned back to take your legs and put them over his shoulders. Biting your hand, you tried to suppress your screams as your eyes rolled back into their sockets, completely content with the full feeling you had. Tears were now streaming down your cheeks and you knew you had trail marks from your mascara running.

“I bet Jean wouldn’t expect this, huh? He wouldn’t think I’d have you crying from how good I fuck you, isn’t that right baby?” The hand on your throat squeezed harder, not enough to hurt you but enough to make your head feel dizzy, the sensation adding to the pleasure of it all. You opened your mouth in attempt to answer his question, but all that fell from your lips were moans and pleas. “Oh honey, I fucked you stupid, didn’t I? Imagine if everyone could see you now, not even able to speak after taking my dick. I’d bet that would shut them the fuck up.” The words coming from Armin’s mouth brought you closer and closer to your peak, your fingernails leaving red scratch marks down his abdomen and on his biceps. You could tell Armin was close too, by the way he was getting sloppier and his moans had turned more into whines. “Such a good girl, you’re always so tight for me. I love you princess.” Armin ranted, squeezing the bottom of your thighs and pressing a kiss to your knee. “Go ahead, sweet thing. Let go.” His encouragements sent you over the edge, toes curling over his shoulders as you sobbed out his name. Armin followed soon after, slipping out and falling on top of you, head resting on your bare chest.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured after a couple of moments, pressing a light kiss to your collarbone. “I guess sometimes those assholes do get to me.”. Once again you let your fingers run through his now damp hair, kissing his hairline sweetly. “Don’t have to thank me babe, anytime.” You giggled, completely euphoric from the previous actions.

Well, you thought to yourself, he definitely proved them wrong.

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omg happy valentine’s day here is an armin smut 😳 i have loved this man since i was like 13 sooo this is a long time coming hehe

thank u sm for reading and for all the notes on my other fics <3 yall r so sweet!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #anime #aot #armin #armin arlert #armin x y/n #armin x reader #armin smut #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The joys of success hey?

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

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

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

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

“You mean laugh at us?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You good?” His answer was predictable.

“I’m so fucking shattered”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

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

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

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

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

For fear of getting hurt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeh me… me too”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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