#hairband??? which is. what goes on your forehead

[lefthandedbastard]

Screw it 8k fruitninja

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#hair tie??? #hair elastic? #ponytail?????? #hairband??? which is. what goes on your forehead #rb bait #lefty.txt #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #6k #7k #8k

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Prompt- "I'm pregnant."

Paring: Eijirou Kirishima, Koji Koda, Hanta Sero, and Shouta Aizawa x !fem reader

Summary: Eijirou, Koji, Hanta, and Shouta, all find out that you're pregnant. It goes through each of their reactions and how you tell them.

Notes: !Characters are aged up to all adults!

(l/n)- Last name

Genre: Fluff 💖

Eijirou Kirishima-

You've been working at home ever since you and Eijirou got married. With him a pro hero and gone for the majority of the day, it was stressful. You have a dalmatian puppy named Freckles, for the sole reason of the spots on him look like big freckles.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay while I'm gone today?" Eijirou asks, sitting next to you while you laid in the bed you two shared. This whole week you have felt sick and felt like something was off in general. You nod, "I'll be fine Kiri, I promise." He says and stands up, he was in his hero uniform, about to leave for his agency and to make some updates to his suit. He leans down and kisses your head, "I love you (y/n), I'll make sure to pick up some takeout on the way home." You smile, "be careful, okay?" He laughs and nods, "of course honey. Call me if you need anything." You nod, cuddled up in your comforter while Freckles was asleep beside you. Whenever you heard the door close, you got up and went to the bathroom. You thought, no you knew you were pregnant. From the morning sickness, the headaches, and honestly your emotions were everywhere.

Eijirou came home that night, tired and somewhat covered in dirt. You were on the couch with your feet propped up on the coffee table. "Hey, babe." You say, looking up at him. He smiles and kisses your forehead, "I'm going to get a quick shower then I'll be in here alright?" He asks, taking his shoes off at the door and putting his keys up. Around 30 minutes later, he sat next to you. He smelled clean and his hair was still slightly damp. You smile and lay your head on his shoulder, turning on the tv. "So how was your day?" You asked while he was focused on the tv, "it was alright. How about yours?" He asks, you smile, "oh you know the usual. I cleaned up, took Freckles out, and that I'm pregnant." Kirishima is nodding and smiling, then he heard the word "pregnant". He stopped and turned to you. "What?" You laugh and pull the test out from your pocket, and showed it to him. He took it and stared at it for a few solid minutes. Then suddenly bursts into a big smile and hugs you, "WE'RE HAVING A BABY BABE!" He exclaims, you laugh and hug him back. That whole night, he sat there talking to your stomach and explaining how awesome he and his mom were.

Koji Koda-

Koji wasn't known for talking a lot, but he would talk to you every day and all day. A lot of people thought he was possibly deaf during U.A, turns out he was just shy. But you brought him out of that shell! You two are currently dating and staying in a two-bedroom apartment, you both are pro heroes.

You and Koji have been trying for a baby for a while, yes you weren't married but you lived together and loved each other, which all that matters. You were sitting in the doctor's office, Koji holding your hand tightly. You sigh, you've been feeling like pure crap for the past two weeks. You start to fidget around with your hairband, trying to get rid of the anxiety that you had. He noticed and placed his hand on your knee, smiling. You sigh and smile back to him, taking your hand and placing it on top of his.

The doctor opened the door gently and came in, sitting down on the round swivel chair near her desk. She turned to you and was writing some stuff on her clipboard. "Okay so Ms. (l/n), what brings you in today?" She asks, you sigh. "I've been feeling sick for the past two weeks, then honestly just sore." You say, she nods and looks back at her clipboard. "We did your blood test, urine test, everything looks great." She says smiling, "but there is something you guys will probably want to know." You could feel your stomach drop, the thought of something being wrong scares you. "You're pregnant." Koji smiles widely and you could feel tears begin to form. You've waited so long for this. And it finally happened, you felt as if you were about to cry out of joy. You felt Koji wrap his arms around you, hugging you. After the doctor set up the first appointment and told you all of the details, you and he went home. You guys talked all night about baby names, how you were going to decorate the nursery.

Hanta Sero-

You and Sero have been married for around a year, technically newlyweds. While he was a pro hero, you were a teacher at U.A. It's always been your dream job since first going, you loved the idea of teaching children to become the best they can be.

You were cooking some lunch, it was some regular ramen. You've felt sick to your stomach the whole day so you wanted something more on the blander side. You felt two arms wrap around your waist, you smile and sigh. "Is that ramen?" Sero asks, you nod and he smiles. "You have to make me some just so you know.' You roll your eyes, "nope this is mine." You both laugh, he places his head on your shoulder. "I'm glad I'm off today, and honestly I wish I had more days off." You nod, it was difficult since he worked a lot, but so did you. You sigh and take the ramen off the stove, placing it into two different bowls. You had one to him and set the other off the side. "You're not hungry?" He asks, you nod. "Just not feeling that great right now." He sighs and kisses your forehead.

Whenever that night rolled around, you finally gave in to your gut feeling that you might be pregnant. With the door closed, you sat on the floor, waiting for the timer to go off. The test was flipped over to where you can't see the results. Sero knocked on the door, "you okay in there babe? You've been in there for a while." He asks, you sigh and get up. You opened the door and look at them, you can tell he's trying to pinpoint what exactly was going on. That's when he finally sees the test on the ground, and you sit back down next to it. He sat down next to you and stared at the test. "Are you pregnant?" You shake your head no, "well I don't think so at least." He nods, and he puts his hand over and on yours, slightly squeezing it. After the timer went off, shortly after, you two looked at each other. "Who does the honors to flip it over?" He asks, laughing a bit. "Who will freak out the least amount if it's positive?" He paused for a second and grabbed it. You laugh and watch his reaction. It was a mixture of confusion at first, then you saw him glance at the box and look back. Then it turned into him smiling and he immediately hugged you. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" He exclaims. You hug him back, he starts kissing you and tearing up. "We're going to be a family." He pulls back and looks at you, you have tears of joy forming in your eyes. "I'm going to have a baby Sero!" You say, sniffling but with a big smile on your face. The rest of the night, you and Sero sat there on the bathroom floor and talking about all the plans for the baby you had.

Shouta Aizawa-

You and Aizawa both took at U.A. You've been married to each other for around 5 years, and it was amazing. You were the one to get up earlier, the one to be more active than him. Honestly, you were almost the complete opposite of what he was, but he didn't mind.

Every morning you've been getting up early, like way earlier than usual. Then you've been eating breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks in between, which you didn't eat as much so this was definitely odd. Then the big flag was that you were taking naps more, almost every day. Usually, you took naps maybe once a week. Aizawa was picking up on everything, small or not. "Babe I'm tired, I'm going to go take a nap." You say, yawning and plopping down on the couch. He looked at you slightly confused, "are you sure? You usually never take naps more than at most twice a week." Shouta asks, you nod and lay down. He sighs and kisses your forehead, going into the room you two shared. After some research, he found out that was a common sign of pregnancy.

He was automatically terrified but he was excited to have a family one day. Whenever you woke up, you saw a plastic bag in front of you. It had some chocolate, yum, some soda, and a pregnancy test. You look over at Aizawa who was on his phone, "babe what is this for?" You ask, he looks up at you. "You've been acting off, so I researched your symptoms and it talked about pregnancy." You sigh and stand up, but pausing and thinking about it, he did have a point. You grabbed it and went to go take it. Those were the longest 10 minutes in your whole life. You came back into the living room and sat on Aizawa's lap. "Okay ready?" You ask, he nodded while holding onto your waist. You turned over the test and the test had two dark, bold lines. You smiled and looked at him, he looked amazed. "We're going to be parents?" He asks, you nod. He smiles and kisses you. "We're going to have a family dear." You wipe away one of your fallen tears and kiss him again. The whole night you talked about how you were going to announce it to your friends and students, you guys were so excited about this. And you couldn't wait to start your new family.

I hope you have a great day!

#boko no hero academia #bnha #bokuno hero academia x reader #mha #anime #my hero x reader #my hero x y/n #x reader #fluff #aizawa x y/n #aizawa fluff #shouta aizawa headcanons #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha koji koda #bnha koji koda #koji koda x reader #sero x y/n #mha sero #bnha sero #sero headcanons #kirishima headcanon #aizawa headcanons #koji headcanons

[m4rkiza]

pile of headcanons

bunch of raihan/leon headcanon nonsense from my twit*r

theres alot under the cut, warning : its cheesy, also, i headcanon raihan calling leon "bubu"

Raihan is really good at baking and leon is great at cooking savory & spicy food, raihan likes spicy food and leon likes baked goods, they complete each other

Leon so thick and firm he'd be so good to hug and raihan took advantage of that, holding his bubu until leon complains or whine, yknow when ur pet looks so cute and u hug them, like that

leon contacts name on raihans phone is like "♥💖my bubu♥💕", but raihans contact name on leons phone is "Raihan" with capital R

raihan complained about it, showed leons contact name on his phone, leon is surprised bc he thought his contact name on raihans phone is just "Leon" or "Lee"

then leon changes rai's contact name too "🥰raihoney💖

leon doesnt look like the guy who'd be extra on hair and skin treatment, the reason his hair and skin (especially his hair) is unbearably soft and shiny is bc raihan kept reminding him to do so (and buying it)

sometimes leon act spoiled so raihan will do an entire haircare for him

yes raihan do it bc he loves leon unconditionally and he thinks leon deserves it

raihan has a dirty mouth and uses every swear word but for some reasons, around leon all he can say is "jerk" "ugly" and "dumb"

raihan does that bc all he remember when hes with leon is pet names and how-to-coo-and-woo-your-boyfriend

raihan being leons moral compass feels fitting, not bc leon is dumb but bc leon himself is swallowed by his own title and got the hero complex, making him selfless and have a hard time to say no

raihan is there to "what the fuck are you thinking, dont do that baby, you'll die"

but leon seems stubborn yes? he wont listen if people just say "no", he'd ask the reason why, and if the said person doesnt give a clear answer, he leaves but raihan always tries to explain him in full description, short & long lasting damage, consequence etc

so obviously leon listens, and as time goes by, raihan is.. his moral compass, in a way

raihan playfully growls while squeezing leons body parts but its definitely not so playful in leons mind

raihan always ask leon to wear his freshly-washed-hoodie at sunday so when he go to work at monday, his hoodie will smell like leon

raihans laugh is like "aha haha haha *low volume wheeze* phew heehee" and leon got a laugh that can trigger an earthquake

Raihan sneeze like a kitten while leon sneeze like a buldozer

Leon muffles his laugh by hugging raihan so it wont surprise anyone around them

leon demanding affection from raihan by giving him stupid empty threats

leon : Kiss me or ill

raihan : u will what

leon : i-i will shrink your hoodie and make it mine

raihan : no, now come here bubu

In reality, leon doesnt need to do "things" to get raihans attention, raihan told him he can just ask or "just sit on my lap or tug my shirt and ill cuddle and kiss you till the next day", but leons ego is too high for that so he does stupid shit instead

raihan is very loved by leons family bc surprisingly hes able to stop leon and hop from fighting

if u ask how, raihan simply pick up leon up and walk away

aihan is the only guy who leon will listen too and got called as the "champion tamer"

but all raihan do is just

raihan : bubu, no

leon : no..?

raihan : leon. no

leon : no...

then nag him softly while explaining the consequences, sometimes short and long term effect it depends on the situation

leon is stubborn, so it took sometime to convince him that his plan or an action he almost took to partake is very impulsive or doesnt give a good result

the thing is leon is not stupid, infact hes quite brilliant, therefore its hard to convince him if a person who tries to stop him doesnt have a similiar mind like he is, but thankfully theres raihan

for some reasons raihan is able to found leon in any occasion so the league staff ALWAYS calls him whenever leons gone

league staff : mr rai-

raihan : is it leon

league staff : yes

raihan : im on my way

leon likes to ask raihan for hairbands bc he kept losing them

raihan : bubu, isnt this your third time asking for them this week

leon : ....yes..?

raihan spoiling leon bc he feels he wants to make up for him, bc he wasnt available near leon when fought eternatus

leon follows raihan everywhere in the winter and kept pressing himself to him, whenever raihan question whats wrong leon just looked him in the eye and "im warming you up"

leon is small by raihans perspective but he hugs leon tight anyway

raihan is possessive of leon hes THAT hot, charismatic yet very adorable, leon is the one who keeps his chin up and soothe his fears, and hes the champion, everyone wants the champion, u think he'll let go that easily? no, never

and leon is probably possessive too, raihan is a hot nerd, affectionate and gentle, hes the one who push him to his best, the one who also stops him for doing too much, hes his source of comfort and he wont let go and wont let anyone take his raihan away from him for sure

10 years of friendship and healthy rivalry means 10 years of being on each others live, being one of the biggest contributor and supporter for the other, who pushes to the limit yet stopping when one is too close to the edge of the cliff

no matter if its platonic or romantic, they wont let anyone take their rival, friend and lover away that easy, you wont let anyone try to take away one of the important and huge part of your life

raihan big, so hes the big spoon, he loves cooing right at leons ears and kissing the back of his neck, shoulders and sometimes reaches forward to press a sloppy wet kiss to leons cheek

leon crying to raihan when he founds out raihan smokes when hes stressed out, and begging the other to stop and talk to him instead or cope with healthier way

raihan doesnt need an alarm clock to wake him up, leons just need to grin and say "good morning!" its so bright it WILL wake him up

raihan and leon lives together and since then the outfit leon has on his wardrobe is a collection of formal tailored outfits and his battle tower outift, some booty shorts and work out clothing, and obviously underwear and socks.the rest he just stole from raihan

especially t-shirts, hoodies, and jacket, raihan seeing him walking and opening his wardrobe after shower is such a common occurence that he doesnt even need to ask anymore

raihan looks like the type who carries lipbalm and hand cream in his hoodie pocket, he carries 2, 1 cocoa lipbalm for him and honey lipbalm for leon. whenever he met leon, he applies the lip balm on him, it becomes habit that leon even raise his chin up for raihan

leon can sleep alone fine, but when he woke up he felt groggy,but if he slept on top of raihan he'd woke up like he had a perfect 8 hours sleep even tho he slept for only 5 hours

raihan is a heavy sleeper but waking up with leon glued to his chest/back make his whole day better,especially when he woke up to leon peppering his face with kisses to wake him up

raihan being lowkey flustered and overwhelmed by leons beauty/cuteness/sexiness/everything while leon is being clingy and acting spoiled around him

leon cant be serious around raihan, when he saw the gym leader,he automatically let his guard down infront of him, changing from champion leon to leon from postwick, all giddy and happy

leon unzips his champion outfit and once raihan heard the zipping sound he zooms to leon to plant his face between leons chest

if leon wants attention from raihan he will do various things from holding his arm and press his head to raihans shoulders,sitting on his lap and loop his arm around raihans neck,hugging him from the front and put on a cute face

but if raihan wants attention he just, hug leon from behind,put his head on leons shoulder and doesnt let go until leon does SOMETHING

leon has been taking care of others for so long,so when raihan takes care of him ,its a new,yet quite familiar feeling.

its hard to accept since he felt bad about receiving the attention,but raihan kept doing it until leon tend to act spoiled around him

raihan always kiss leons forehead before he sleeps,when raihan is away, he has the urge to videocall raihan so he can coo him to sleep,but hes too embarrassed to do it

he thought abt that and raihan suddenly videocalling him,its noon on the region he visited, and hes like "heeeey, i just want to say good night to my beloved!! good night leon,sweet dreams,sorry bc i cant kiss your forehead but ill kiss u 10x more when im back"

leon was shocked and stared to his camera "lee? fuck,is the connection that bad-" and leon stuttered "n-no! i was surprised...thank you darling, have fun and stay safe okay?"

"of course! dont stay up thinking abt me for too long,i love you so much bubu,good night!

"..good afternoon raihoney,i love you too" leon stayed up for the next 20 minutes rolling around the bed screaming

raihan actually helps leon on taking care of his dragons, which made leons dragonmons actingspoiled around raihan,and sometimes leon thinks that his dragons loves raihan more than him

raihan plays with his dragonmon as if hes playing with a yamper,calling them "cute little babywubby" and playing with their hands,kissing their foreheads and lays with them on the floor,and of course leon joins in by laying on top or next to raihan

even leon have seen raihan carrying his dragapult like a baby with a baby axew hugging his legs, raihan is legit a dragon pokemon magnet

raihan has a habit of cooing or complimenting at leon even when hes doing the simplest thing ever and leon feels giddy like a 5 y.o everytime raihan does it

can u imagine how many pictures of leon raihan have on his phone,its probably more than 1000, he takes picture of leon as if hes a baby pokemon

leon comes to raihans place at 2 am without any warning,i mean raihan DID gave him a spare key so, raihans flat is HIS flat too,and there he goes,going to the bedroom and slip himself under the duvet,crawling to sleep closer to raihan

at first raihan is SO surprised that he jumped from the bed,but now he doesnt care anymore and just kiss leons head,mumbles "goo'nite bubh" and sleep again

leon does it so often that if hes gone from his apartment,people call raihan instead of him

raihan hugging leon from the back while leon is doing stuff in the kitchen while singing,and raihan is there like,peppering smooches and compliments while leon is STILL singing,and giggling bc raihan is smooching him

raihan is BAD at it but he sings along with leon in a joking manner and leon cant even sing anymore bc hes just wheezing while raihan is just "cmOn bAbeEEe SING AgAiiiNNnn"

#raileon #kbdn #kibadan #truerivalshipping #raileon headcanon

[aceofspadegrass]

Hair Day

Characters: Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntaro, Hatter, Last Boss

Genre: Crack. Niragi stole Chishiya's hair.

1.7k words

I did it. I have made a fic based on the cursed Niragi pic. It's.... very chaotic, @niragis-right-hand-rabbit.

Do I know how hair works? Barely, but hey, it's gotta work somehow.

Also look, I did it. Yes I had to slap normal bean on top of cat bean but I tried. A real shame the strand is on the wrong side though I forgot to edit it out and it's too late for me to put it on the correct side.

Oh yeah, and there's a little hint of sleep drugging. Just a tad.

Niragi stares at the empty container with pure disdain in his eyes, hair loose after a couple of days without his beloved hair gel. Sure, it’s left his hair decently soft enough and nobody has really noticed the distinct lack of shine when he pulls his hair up every morning, but he missed the smell and feel.

He runs his hand through his hair, still a little knotted after he slept, but nothing a brush couldn’t handle. Niragi squints at himself in the mirror, his hair falling in front of his face and framing it in a way that reminded Niragi of a certain someone. He tries to tuck one side out of the way, but it falls back inevitably like a stubborn thorn in his cheek. Pausing, Niragi stares at himself in the mirror, thinking to himself as he leaned closer before he got a rather ridiculous idea.

Standing up proud and straight, he ties it back as he always did, making sure to brush extra well so no hairs would fall out of his bun, even sliding a few pins in the back to properly secure it. With a pleased grin, he leaves the bathroom and grabs his rifle from where he left it on the bed, positioning it over his shoulder and heading out for the day for a quick patrol.

The hallways themselves were fairly empty, with the only real instances of noises being from within a few rooms, but Niragi didn’t bother to check inside every single one. He makes it down to the stairs and heads down with a whistle, flashing a smirk at a pair of women who were chatting in the stairwell. The girls stepped out of his way as he made his way down, their conversation halting until Niragi was at the bottom, their whispers rampant and echoing from above.

Niragi walks around until he makes it to the cafeteria, people already grabbing and eating breakfast. He doesn’t bother with sitting by any of the residing militants however today, his mind on something else. He instead grabs a bottle of strawberry milk from the fridge and some rice balls that one of the current kitchen workers handed him before rushing out with a sort of excited fire in his eyes.

Niragi slips into the medical bay whilst cramming a rice ball into his mouth, ignoring the nurse on duty as he goes towards the medicine cabinet. Sliding it open, he pushes aside bottles until he finds what he was looking for, shoving it into his pocket and running out, nearly knocking over the same nurse without so much as an apology.

Niragi shoves yet another rice ball into his mouth as he walked back to his room, pill bottle and milk in one hand and rice balls in the other. He sets the bottles down on the nightstand and takes a brief break to finish breakfast before starting on his silly little switcheroo mission.

Niragi quietly hums to himself as he makes his way to Chishiya’s room, hoping the man was still in there. If he wasn’t, Niragi would just hunt him down anyways and drag him back in here whether the fried egg wanted to or not. Opening the door, he peeks inside.

Bingo.

Chishiya was sitting at his desk, with the only sounds being the scratching of pencil on paper. Niragi slips inside and shuts the door, coming over to the desk and setting the perfectly innocuous bottle of milk on the corner of Chishiya’s desk. The man barely even acknowledges him, Niragi staring at Chishiya in silence. One glance to the paper only showed Chishiya drawing a bunch of squares in a distorted array, with exactly one circle inside in red pen. “ What the fuck is that.”

“ Why are you in my room.”

“ Why do you care, hm?”

Chishiya slowly turns his head and shoulders to look up at Niragi blankly, and Niragi really wanted to just say fuck it with the drink and choke the little bitch until he was unconscious by his own hands.

“ ….. Do you need something?”

“ Yeah. Drink this.” Niragi taps the cap to the milk, Chishiya not even taking a single glance.

“ And if I don’t?” Chishiya blinks, cracking a lazy smirk. Niragi leans down and turns Chishiya’s whole body around until their noses and legs were nearly touching, Niragi licking the top of his lip as he grins.

“ Then I’m gonna make you drink it by force. So how about you use your brain and figure it out.” Niragi responds, Chishiya staring directly into his eyes without so much as a flinch. Chishiya clicks his tongue and flicks Niragi’s forehead, Niragi recoiling as Chishiya takes the bottle and inspects it, letting a small puff of air through his nose.

“ Strawberry, how quaint.” Chishiya twists the cap, the safety lock cracking without an issue. Chishiya looks back up at Niragi, who was watching him now with a blank expression, and toasts to nothing before turning back around in his chair and taking slow ample sips. Niragi backs away and heads into Chishiya’s connected bathroom, digging through his cabinets as he hears a soft thunk noise from the main room. Niragi preens internally with his plan working as he pulls a box out from the cabinet and sets them on the sink bench, along with a second box that he was hiding behind his back. Sure, it was now warm because of Niragi, but he didn’t think it would affect anything.

The local blackberry heads out and comes over to the table, Chishiya slumped over the desk unconscious. Never the wiser really, Niragi hoisting him out from the chair with not too much trouble as he drags him into the bathroom. Niragi leaves him in the bathtub and stares at his prone form for three whole seconds maximum before going back to rummage through Chishiya’s bathroom cabinets.

He finds a sizable plastic bag rolled up under the sink, as well as scissors and gloves, Niragi pleased that Chishiya kept them in reach so he didn’t have to go anywhere else.

Turning to the unconscious cat, Niragi’s grin grows wider as he approached with the bag.

The man dutifully makes sure to leave the surfaces decently cleaned despite no real reason to do so, his hair covered in aluminum foils and plastic wrap. Chishiya remained completely and utterly unconscious in the bathroom, a plain plastic bag tied over his hair as the dye set in.

Niragi didn’t feel like staying around, itching to go take his shower and tone his hair as soon as he could. He slips out of the room without a sound and makes his way down the hall to his own room, not caring who saw him. The path was thankfully empty the entire way, Niragi ducking in and heading to the showers.

By the time he got out, put toner, waited got back in to finish, and got back out again, Niragi could tell Chishiya was probably going to find him sometimes soon. He’d be ready of course, Niragi quietly humming as he checked his hair in the mirror before leaving.

He passes by a few of the other militants, who stare at him in confusion. Niragi glances over at them and sticks his tongue out with a proud smile, striding past them before they could even get a word in, back on his mission to Chishiya’s room.

That is, until Last Boss approached him from buttfuck nowhere and dragged his now blond ass to the meeting room.

“ Hey what’s the rush?!”

Last Boss doesn’t bother with a response as he pushes the doors open, Hatter standing there as Chishiya slowly turns to Niragi with eyes of murder. Hatter, who apparently was dragged into this at some point, claps his hands together. “ Oh, I see now! Well then, if I may be so inclined to ask: What in the bright fuck is this.”

Niragi just runs his fingers through his hair, which he managed to style somewhat close to Chishiya’s normal hairstyle. “ I stole Chishiya’s hair because I ran out of hair gel.”

Hatter slowly nods, and Chishiya continued to stare directly at Niragi. Last Boss had dipped out completely the moment he completed his mission. Hatter turns to Chishiya, and brushes a finger through the shortcake’s newly blackened hair. “ And this?”

“ I stole Chishiya’s hair.” Niragi repeats. It wasn’t that hard to understand, really.

“…. I see. Well then, it certainly is something! If you had just told me I may have been willing to help, but the job here is rather phenomenal.” Hatter muses, then looks back to Niragi. “ Do you have a tie?”

Chishiya was already trying to move away when he knew something was up, but Niragi and Hatter were faster as Niragi tosses him a hairband, Hatter grabbing Chishiya’s shoulders and forcing him still, his other hand reaching up and brushing Chishiya’s hair back. Chishiya continues to look directly at a now grinning Niragi as Hatter tied Chishiya’s upper hair into a bun, and then patting said bun once he finished.

“ There you go you! You look…. better, in a way!” Hatter chirps

“ So! Chishiya, what where you doing with him, huh? Were you trying to complain to the manager?”

“ Don’t word it like that. And no, I was merely talking to him when he mentioned my apparently sudden hair change. So, Niragi, how did you do it.”

Niragi slowly rolls his head to the other side, repositioning his weight onto the other leg. “ Do… what.”

“ You slipped something into that milk, didn’t you.”

Niragi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “ Course I did.”

“ Yet the bottle was unopened.”

“ I’m not stupid, stupid. I have thoughts. I can problem solve.”

“ Sometimes.”

“ Oi, you take that back!”

Hatter chuckles, and puts a hand on Chishiya’s shoulder, pushing him forward until he reaches Niragi. Putting a hand on his shoulder as well, he pushes the both of them out of the meeting room. “ Ladies, ladies, no fighting~ If you need to, take it outside, maybe have a good martini or whatever. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to mentally process this look. Okay byyyyye!” Hatter shuts the door on the both of them, Niragi and Chishiya continuing to stare at each other.

“ You give me my hair back or else.” Chishiya whispers.

“ Or else…. what.” Niragi leans forwards, smirking. Chishiya just smirks back, eyes narrowing. “ You’ll see.”

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #hatter #takeru danma #last boss #takatora samura #ah yes fresh chaos #niragi really took one look in the mirror and decide to steal a man's hairstyle good golly #in case anyone is wondering niragi inserted sleeping drug through a syringe and poked a tiny hole into the milk #last boss just so happened to oversee chishiya talking to hatter and thought niragi would want to see it #niragi really went all out #i like watching them bully each other using absolutely trivial methods it's hilarious #i like to think niragi has practice dying hair for reasons unknown #i don't know what chishiya was drawing either

[achliegh]

Sunflower

Epilogue Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

This is the epilogue to Olive and Otto

It will mostly be exploring the relationship the cubs have with O&O

There will also be a little storm chasing

TW/CW: Kids, Food, Storms, Smut, Sickness

@domesticatedbeetlenamedjorge

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

“Daddy! Daddy!” Olive comes running around the corner with his phone in her hand facetiming Eloise, she ran over hopping up and down next to Leo who was taking Otto's temperature for the millionth time that day.

Otto had caught a stomach bug from somewhere they went, he was pale and shivering, coughing and he had a low fever. Leo, being the warrior that he is, checks his son's temp every hour, and brings him a new water bottle. He was attentive. Olive was much worse than Leo, Logan and Fin would watch them fuss over the sick child with slightly amused smiles but they knew where the worry stems from. That scar on Otto's head wasn’t just for looks, it also was the mark of someone who survived.

“What is it Sugarbug?” He looks over to his bouncy daughter and smiles a little, placing a cool cloth on Otto's forehead as the young boy drifts back off to sleep.

“Ma ’Maw and Pawpaw will be in Hufflepuff! They said the storm of the year will be there and asked if we can go!” If one thing ran in the blood of the Knut’s it was a love of storms. INK was like Logan in the sense that she was terrified of storms, when she was kicked out of her family's house for getting pregnant it was storming and she thought she was going to freeze to death. “Canwegocanwegocanwegocanwego! Pleaseeee!” She was using her puppy dog eyes on him while Eloise was laughing on the phone.

“I know Otto is sick, you don’t have to, Sweetheart. Our camera man’s wife is having a child right now and the storm is supposed to hit tomorrow, We could really use your help.”

He smiles and shakes his head a little as he stands up and cracks his back taking his phone.

“Tremz doesn’t like storms and Otto is sick, I mean if you really need me I can go but I doubt Harzy wants too and if I’m behind the camera and you and dad are gonna be focused on your equipment. Who is gonna keep an eye on Olive.” He looks up to see Logan has taken his place in front of Otto on the floor next to the couch and Finn has picked up Olive so she is sitting on his hip as they look through pictures of puppies and kitties that need homes. The kids (plus Logan) really wanted a pet.

“Just tell Finn that we’ll give him a company track jacket and he will come”

“Track Jacket?” Finn was suddenly right next to Leo looking at the phone screen with Olive squished between them, giggling. “I want a track jacket” Eloise is giving Leo this ‘I told you so’ look, rolling his eyes he kisses his lover's cheek.

“What about Logan and Otto? I don’t just want to leave them here.”

“What, you think I can’t take care of a sicky?” Logan looks up at him from where he's sitting and smiles a little. Finn raises an eyebrow because he has never seen Logan be able to even take care of himself when he's sick. “At least I don't throw up when someone else does, Harzy. Anyway, as long as the storm doesn’t come to Gryff I should be fine. Plus, I won’t be alone.” He looks back at Otto and runs the back of his finger over the sick boy's soft cheek.

Thinking for a moment Leo realizes he has no reason to say no, he sighs a little and nods to his mom. “Pick us up on your way, yeah?” The smile on his mothers face is just pure sunshine. They say their goodbyes and hang up.

“Will Otto be okay?” Olive's mind has switched to her brother like it has been for the last two days he’s been sick. She gets set down and goes to sit in Logan's lap while she watches him sleep. “I don’t want to leave him if he won’t be okay…” She looks at Logan a little sad and he gets an idea.

“Let's go for a walk, Mon Douce.” He takes the hairband off his wrist, which all the boys have started wearing because they just fall off the small girls wrists and she doesn’t notice, he puts her hair up in a ponytail. They figured out that the best way to clear the energetic girls head was exercise, skating, rollerblading, running, or even just a walk around the neighborhood. He pats her leg and she stands up, not taking her eyes off her brother.

“I’ll stay, you three go.” Leo kisses his boys and gives Olive a bunch of kisses on her face until she laughs. “Don’t worry he’s going to be alright”. She nods a little and walks to the door to put on her light up sketchers. The other boys grab their house keys and phones after they put on their shoes and open the door for her. Leo smiles at them, every time he sees his boys with his kids it makes him ecstatic. He goes to sit on the end of the couch, opposite of his child, and starts reading on his phone.

Finn was holding onto Olive's hand to keep her from running ahead of them, once they left it was like sonic after he was supercharged, she was trying to get them to run but neither of them were wearing shoes they could actually run in. She was talking so fast and in so many different languages Finn was totally lost and Logan was less lost but still not following.

They made it to the dog park before they realized it, maybe they should get one of those kid leashes for Olive and then she could run ahead of them but not get lost.

“Look!” Olive somehow got out of his grasp and sprinted after something in the bushes. The two boys curse under their breath and follow her. Or they try to because the hole in the bushes she went through was very small.

“OLIVE! GET BACK OUT HERE!”

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #sweater weather #coast to coast #o’knutzy #o'knutzy #lumosinlove

[farahs-babe]

Always, I’ll Care

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Ava du Mortain x Detective (Elijah Robinson)

Word Count: 1675 words

Warning: None, its just fluff 

Author’s note: So this is my first time writing for TWC fandom and gosh I’m nervous lol. Here is to hoping it shows up in the tags🤞 I hope y’all like it ❤

Title Inspiration: Always, I’ll Care by Jeremy Zucker

Ava sat in the empty common room, the night shrouding around her like a cloak.

A lone night lamp was turned on in the corner of the room, which cast against the sharp and rigid lines of her body accentuating the tense muscles and the constant flexing of her arm as she clenched and unclenched her fingers around the pen in her hand.

The others had shortly retreated to their room after the detective had bid good night. She could hear their steady breaths and that helped a bit with the growing anxiety which gnawed away at her slowly and steadily, like rust eating away at iron.

After 900 years of existence, you would think that nothing could bother Ava so much it made her stay awake into the wee hours but... It might be because of a certain blue-eyed detective.

Whenever Elijah's name crossed her mind, a flux of emotions would swirl through her. Initially, it would be an intense sense of longing which tugged at her heartstrings, followed by worry for his safety and concluded by a snort of annoyance on how easily she lets him invade his thoughts.

The entire ordeal with the pack of werewolves and the new revelation of the bounty had Ava so stressed that she had dug tracks into the common room carpet as she walked in circles before finally settling into a chair.

And Elijah being the- how could she place it delicately- the joker that he is, played it off in his usual sarcasm and jest.

But she could see.

She could see everything.

The rising panic in those soft brown eyes with a swirling green... The way his fingers threaded through his ebony black curls and tugging them, a gesture he did when he was nervous... The way he rocked on his heels... Everything.

She knows how capable he is and how determined he is, like Agent Robinson but that's the very thing that could get him killed. And the very thought of living in a world where he didn't exist...

He is more capable than you give him credit for. Mason's smoky voice from earlier, floods through her head which has her sighing.

She couldn't get herself to finish that sentence.

She leaned back on her chair and her hands went to rest behind her head, clutching her tight bun. The action caused a few strands to escape the restraints of the hairband and frame her face.

She looked out of the window to stare into the inky darkness. The sky was clear and you could see the numerous stars glittering over the treeline. Wayhaven looked so peaceful at night that you would be lulled into a sense of security. 

But everyone knows, monsters come out at night.

She let out a sigh trying to relax but her muscles bunched up in tension as she heard a familiar heartbeat and the familiar set of footsteps to the common room.

The door opened slowly and the man who had enraptured her, popped in.

"Hey, isn't it late for you?" His voice rasped, which caused the hairs on the back of her neck to rise in reaction.

She cleared her throat and sat straight up. "Well, I should be asking you that question. What are you doing up at 4 am?"

He chuckled. "Fair enough. I was having trouble sleeping. Can't get my mind to calm down."

"I can relate to that."

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. She could see his naked torso in the golden hue of the lamp and that made her gulp. He was not as built as Ava but he had a lithe and athletic build. The early morning runs which he goes for definitely benefit the detective. 

With a huge effort, she got her emerald eyes to meet his hazel ones.

"I know that you are a vampire with amazing strength but you seriously need to sleep."

A smile played on his lips as he ignored the jibe. He walked up to the table and leaned against it. She notices the closeness and she noticed how his heart thundered against his chest. 

"We don't need sleep to function, unlike you humans."

"C'mon Ava. Nat herself told me you haven't rested in a week. And I know the entire bounty thing is bothering you more than you admit to."

Guess I'm not the only one who can see everything.

She looked down at her pale hands resting on the wooden table. "It shouldn't have come to this. I was supposed to protect your identity- I am sorry I couldn't-"

His hand cupped her chin, gently bending her head backwards so that he could look down at her.

"I have said this before and I will say it again. It was not your fault. You don't have to be apologetic."

"Bu-"

"Shh…" He placed a finger on her lips and she could feel electric sparks and a steady blush rising to her cheeks. His fingers traced her cheek and continued, captivated by the feeling of Ava’s smooth skin. 

Thank the gods he is human and can't see in the dark.

“It was too big an information to be kept under the wraps and it was bound to be out at some time. All we can do not is do damage control.”

She nodded her head. “Yes. That is the approach we are taking.”

His hand dropped and the loss of contact pricked her heart. "Enough work talk. Come with me."

Her eyebrows knotted. "Pardon me?"

"Come with me. I know what can help you relax."

Uncertainty coloured her features but curiosity won the best of her. She stood up and followed him.

He opened the door to Ava's room and gestured her to go in first before following her in.

"So what is your genius plan Detective?" She asked, sarcasm lacing her sentence.

Elijah wordlessly sat at the edge of the bed and pointed at the space on the floor before him.

Ava cocked an eyebrow and Elijah sighed. "I am just going to give you a massage. The knots in your neck is giving me knots. You need to relax and that will help you sleep."

She stood hesitantly by the door, her instincts begging her to just turn and march out but the genuine look in those starry eyes made her want to stay.

"Ava, do you trust me?"

With my heart and life.

Ava nodded and sat down on the ground, in the space between his legs, facing the wall opposite her bed. She proceeded to take out the combat shoes she was wearing as Elijah got comfortable on the bed behind her.

"May I?" He asked as his hands reached for the tight bun.

"Yes."

Slowly untied her hair and the golden locks cascaded down, stopping a little below her shoulders. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt his fingers combing through her hair, freeing the tangled hair. He was so gentle and Ava couldn’t help but gulp at the intimacy, something she wasn’t familiar with.

She was so lost with the feeling of his fingers threading through her hair that she almost didn’t hear him. 

"Tina says that if you tie your hair so tight and keep stressing it, your hairline will recede and you will lose hair. It also gives a nasty headache."

"Well, I'm a vampire so I don't think that affects me."

Elijah hummed in agreeance as he pressed his fingertips into her scalp and massaged. Ava let out another breathy sigh, feeling her face heat up, her pulse race and goosebumps on her overly sensitive skin.

"I know the others don't apply to you but, I can literally feel your head pounding."

Well, it's for other reasons. Her subconscious snarked which had her mind overthinking again. And the closeness between the two had her senses on overdrive which didn’t help her cause.

"Ava, I can hear the gears in your head-turning... Relax. Focus on my hands." He chastised as his thumbs circled her temples, applying just the right amount on pressure. 

It took all her strength to not melt into a puddle before him.

The way I'm putty in his hand is frightening... But at the same time, it feels like home.

He proceeded to thoroughly knead through the taut muscles of her neck, his magical fingers releasing the knots of tension. 

These tender gestures took her back to the way her mother would run a comb through her hair before bedtime. Or how she would help Ava out when she returned from war.

"What are you thinking?" He asked softly, not wanting to break the peace.

"It's just... It's been a long while since someone has done something like this for me."

She didn't need to turn around to see the Cheshire grin on his face. The way his white teeth would contrast his dark skin. The way his eyes would ignite, a captivating mix of brown and green... As if moss were creeping on the rich soil.

"Well, I'm glad I could help you relive the experience."

She turned around and looked up at him, her eyes memorising his face and every minute detail. The freckles dusted on his nose, the curly hair falling against his forehead, the light stubble and his full lips. 

"Thank you, Eli. I really appreciate it."

He squeezed her shoulder and gave her a gentle smile, something he only showed her. He reached to tuck a rebel strand behind her ear. "It was my pleasure, Ava. Get some rest, okay? Supernaturals don't take it easy on you just because you are tired."

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you mocking me?"

Elijah took a faux gasp. "I would never dare to."

Her lips tilted up in a half-smile before rearranging back into an impassive mask.

"Good night Detective. See you bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Good night." He said as he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Ava in a haze of rushing emotions, untethered thoughts and the regret of not asking him to stay back with her.

I hope you liked it and thank you for reading❤ 

Like, comment, reblog and let me know what you think ❤

Tagging: @lilyoffandoms ; @agentrebecca ; @anotherbeingsworld ; @oshen​ ; @nathanielhsewell​ ; @starrystarrytrouble​

#anushka writes #the wayhaven chronicles #ava du mortain #ava x detective #twc ava #a du mortain #oc: Elijah Robinson

[lordseochangbin]

Hwang Hyunjin: 40 to “Love”

[Part One]

Description:  “Love” in tennis means to have a score of zero points. 40 points is the highest you can score in a tennis match. Hyunjin has paid attention to nothing but the game, and you’ve paid attention to nothing but him. Will you get Hyunjin to fall in “love” with you? Or will you two never match?

Hyunjin x Reader: Fluff & Angst

A/N: Hi hi!! I’ve been missing tennis a lot lately since I can’t play at the moment and thinking about this season as well as a Netflix show inspired me to write a fic! You don’t need to know the sport to understand but I hope you guys like it <3

Tryouts again. 

Tennis tryouts had been anticipated since last year’s successful season and now the pile of boys who lined up before the gym lead to the hallways. Sure, they can try out- but none of them will make it in. It was already anticipated (and decided) that Jisung and his group of friends would be the main players on the team so tryouts were not such a big deal. 

You and Jisung met when your dad landed the spot as the school’s tennis coach. He was there the first year your family had moved to the new city and has been your best friend since. Despite his cockiness, he was always there for you and you were grateful for that. 

“Hey”, Jisung smiles as he taps your shoulder. “Want to hit some shots with me while tryouts are happening?” 

You furrow your eyebrows in response, peeking over Jisung’s shoulder to see your dad advising some new players. “Don’t you have to try out soon?” 

Jisung scoffs at your response, “Come on Y/N, we all know I don’t have to tryout. I’m already on the team” He gloats, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards an empty court. 

Seungmin and Jeongin enter the gym, the sounds of whispers filling the room as word gets out that the “Golden Partners” had arrived. Seungmin and Jeongin had a reputation of being one of the best partners in high school tennis history. They haven’t lost a match in two years straight, no matter who they competed with. 

“Y/N! Haven’t seen you since the last day of school” Seungmin says, giving you a quick smile. “Are you two playing doubles?” 

Jisung pouts at the “Golden Partner’s” arrival, realizing the attention from newcomers had shifted to them before replying, “We could if you guys want” 

Jeongin pulls you into a hug before exclaiming, “I’ll be Y/N’s partner!!” 

Jisung’s eyes widen at the sight, as if his reflexes had forced him to split you and Jeongin apart. Jumping between the two of you, Jisung played it off as if he tripped. “I-I’ll be Y/N’s partner” He stutters before picking up his racket. “Which side do you guys want?” 

The game goes on to be intense. You feel the sweat trickle down the side of your forehead as Seungmin and Jeongin are hard opponents. The pressure on your chest feels hard to avoid, especially because all the boys waiting for their turn to try out are now watching your game. All the girls watched from the bleachers (mainly to watch the boy’s play). Even though it was a game for fun, Jisung’s competitiveness still made you uneasy. You knew you two were going to lose, but you wanted to make sure it wasn’t a big loss. 

The indoor courts made it easy to block out sunlight, so when it was your turn to serve you had nothing in your way of making the ball inside the court. You wanted to show that you were the coaches daughter, despite what everyone else says. You didn’t want people to think you were just “another girl” on the team, you were going to be captain this year. 

This was the last game of the match and you were serving. You couldn’t afford to miss a single point, both Jisung and you realized this. Even though you were bound to lose, you had to win this match to say you two at least had a fair chance. You stand at the baseline and brush the bottoms of your shoes before announcing the score. 

All eyes and ears were on the four of you, the interest in tryouts disappearing at the sight of this close match. Throwing the ball up in the air, you smirk at the clear sight of the ball. Your racket lightly skims your skirt as you raise it above your head, the shift of your body weight moving forward as you slam the ball down. 

“Out!” Jeongin calls. Seungmin eyes Jeongin from the baseline as if to say ‘What?? That was out?’ and Jisung’s blood boils at the thought- Jeongin was known for bad/false calls. 

“Oh come on Jeongin! You’re literally blind! The ball landed on the line!” Jisung protests. 

“Jisung it’s okay I have my second serve-” 

“No! It’s not okay! This is our last season at this school I can’t afford to have someone who makes false calls!” 

“As if it were your choice...” Jeongin mutters, catching Jisung’s eye. 

“WHAT?!” Jisung exclaims, throwing his racket. 

“Jisung calm down. Y/N go grab his racket” Seungmin instructs, helping Jeongin and Jisung work things out as you run towards the door to grab it. 

Running towards the door (where you last saw it) you bump into a large figure, taken aback by the sudden appearance. 

“Oh, oh sorry” You bow down before looking up at who you bumped into. Right at the feet of this man lied your best friend’s tennis racket. He was handsome, his brown and blonde locks pulled back with a hairband. His long hair flew all over the place, yet settled on him perfectly. Plump lips staring at you, fierce eyes staring you down. 

“Y/N what are you doing?!” Jisung says, helping you off the ground as he looks up at the boy. “Who are you?” 

The tall boy simply scoffs at Jisung and joins the line for tryouts. He seems to interest you, but he won’t make it in. 

The gesture he made doesn’t go unnoticed from all the other students, Jisung’s ears turning red as he notices everyone’s attention now on “the new guy”. 

As the new guy makes his way towards the rest, Jisung bounces the ball a few times behind him before aiming the ball at his head. 

“Hey! I asked you a question!” Jisung says, shooting the ball towards the boy’s back. 

You gasp as the ball flies towards him, the students watching the events unfold in front of them before finding themselves in even more shock. Without even flinching, the boy allows his racket to whip around him, the ball hitting perfectly back behind his head. 

Jisung’s jaw drops at the action, he has never seen anything like this. A smile creeps up on the boy’s face as he turns around, “My name is Hwang Hyunjin, remember that.” 

All the girls on the bleachers scream at the sound of his name and suddenly it’s all you can hear. “Hwang Hyunjin! Han Jisung!!” It’s the two names you’ll always here from now on. The first name is the only one you find yourself repeating in your head. 

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“Hyunjin, Hyunjin~” Jisung mocks, “Can they all like shut up?!” 

Jeongin laughs at his words, “You’re just jealous bro, you’re no longer the good looks at school now” 

“All he did was hit a return a ball behind his head. Pfft, even I can do that” 

“Really?” Seungmin asks, shooting a ball so it hit right behind Jisung’s head. 

Jisung turns on his feet with an offended look on his face, “Hey! What was that for?” 

“You said even you could do that…” 

Jisung makes a face before you could ruffle his hair, “Don’t hurt little Jisungie~ He’s still a baby” You reply in a sing-song voice as the other two laugh. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s go check out who made the team”

The four of you walk towards the all too familiar scene. All the girls crowded around just to see the same names listed, but this time there seems to be a bit more chatter. 

“What’s going on?” Seungmin smiles before seeing the list. “O-oh god,” Jeongin says before Jisung could walk in between the boys. “What is it?! Let me see”

A familiar face finds himself staring at the list at the same time as Jisung. The two names side by side as top players, “Han Jisung and Hwang Hyunjin” in the same line on printed paper- the reality made Jisung want to vomit. 

So, he must be good at tennis? You smile as he runs his finger down the list, a small nod meets his head as he sees his name. 

“Han Jisung and Hwang Hyunjin on the same courts?! Who will I watch? They’re both so good-looking” A girl whispers behind you. 

“I can’t even handle Jisung’s good looks, let alone Hyunjin’s” Another girl joins. 

“If he made the top team he must be super good.. I wonder who he is” Another girl mumbles, her words reaching Jisung’s ears and hurting his pride. 

“You made the team,” Jisung says to Hyunjin, the stand-off catching the eyes of all the students in the hallway. 

You step forward in case you have to break off another fight but Seungmin stops you.

“It seems so” Hyunjin simply replies, shrugging his shoulders before turning to leave. 

“How about we play a match? You and me?” Jisung says, raising his voice to reach the ears of all the students. 

Hyunjin turns his head to the side, the sunlight gleaming into the hallway showing his tanned skin and his blonde locks shining. “It’s on.” He smirks before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and walking away. 

God, he was handsome.

#lordseochangbin: 40-love #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz fics #stray kids fic #stray kids fiction #skz fiction #skz au #stray kids au #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines

[rachelalghul]

Prompt: Damirae sexy time, using your profile icon 😘😉😜

Ooooohhh mmmm here it goes; also, sorry for the late post !

[Edited: I forgot to put the warning 💀]

Warning ⚠️: Super explicit content

- Damirae request fic #2 -

They were watching a movie in the living room. Lights off, theater speaker was on, drapes off, the only source of light was from the 60-inch smart TV in front of them. Some dumb movie that Gar chose was playing and both Damian and Raven just went along watching it, not without Damian taking time every now and then to criticize the movie, just to piss Gar off. Raven rolled her eyes with a playful smile watching the bickering Gar put up to defend his movie choices. The movie was bad, but she still enjoyed the sound tracks they used in the movie, it increased the serotonin in her that under the blanket she shared with Damian, her hand moved to rest on his open wide lap. So close to his center.

Damian turned to his left with a curious glance, but Raven didn’t show any expression on her face as her eyes were straight on the movie. He let it go and tilted his head back to the TV and continued watching the movie. He was yawning when the hand on his lap moved a bit up, her pinky finger touched him. He felt himself jerked to the sensation; he could feel everything when his sweatpants material was so thin. His eyes scanned the dark room, everyone was intently focusing on the movie; Gar and Wally were in front of them on the bean bags, munching on the popcorn placed between them.

He glanced at her, voice in a whisper, “Raven,” his tone warning.

Raven ignored his warning and boldly moved her hand to his core, quickly grabbing him in her hand. Her lips twitched into a smirk when she heard the sharp gasp next to her. Slowly, she let go of him and lifted her hand higher, her fingers gracefully grazed the skin below his belly button. She let her fingernails played around on his skin while her eyes were on the movie until she felt the trails of trimmed hair, leading to the place she was craving for. Her four fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants and she touched the base of his semi-erect dick. She didn’t wait any longer to wrap her hand around the base, listening to the sharp intake of his breath.

She turned her face to look at him and was met with a dark glare, he was breathing hard and glaring at her. The soft lights from the TV shone his face and she could see the lust pooling deep inside his green eyes. Raven smirked; her hand slowly began to pump him up down to get him to fully erect. Her thumb swiftly grazed the tip, feeling the wet pre-cum. She took her hand out and brought it to her face. She made sure to lock eyes with him when she leaned forward, her tongue peeking out of her lips to lick her coated thumb.

Damian’s eyes widened slightly and he was fully erect now. The sight before him; Raven tasting him on her thumb while staring at him daringly. Oh fuck.

He took a deep breath, trying to make himself composed before leaning forward and pulled Raven to him by the waist, his lips at her ear, “I want you in my room, on your knees, in front of my bed. Now.”

Raven grinned, her fingers clicked and they were transported to his room without anyone noticing. She watched Damian sitting down on the bed, his legs wide opened. He put a pillow on the space between his legs.

He looked at her, “On your knees.”

She hummed, walking toward him and knelt down before him submissively. Her dark eyes looked up into his green eyes, she tilted her head, “What do you want?”

“I want you to continue what you started, with your mouth.”

Raven pulled his sweatpants down and Damian willingly lifted his hips up, watching his erected dick sprung out in front of her. His eyes followed the movement of her fingers swiping her hair to the back of her ear.

“Wait,” he leaned forward to his night stand and took the hairband that Raven left when she slept over in his room.

Raven watched him with her big doe eyes, waiting for him. He pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it. It was loose and messy, something that normal Damian wouldn’t sit still without trying to make it neat, but nothing mattered when her wet hot tongue touched his base, licking it from the bottom up to his tip; slowly sucking him in, following her own pace.

Damian leaned his head back, his hands holding him up from both sides, cursing at how good it felt to be inside her mouth. Cursing at how he just wanted to fuck her mouth so bad she would be drowning with tears rolling down her cheeks. He took a deep breath, calming himself down to stay in control.

She started pumping down his dick, filling her mouth as much as she could, her hand covered the part she couldn’t get it in, just yet. Her tongue swirled around, making sure to feel the veins popping up. Her free hand cupped his balls up, listening to the hiss sound she stared up into his distorted face filled with immense pleasure. She swirled her tongue around, tasting him better while pulling her head up and when her lips were wrapped around his tip, she waited a few seconds to grab his attention before sinking down fast.

Damian’s hand was quick to grab her head from behind, a short breath of curse fell from his mouth, “Fuck, Raven,”

His hand slowly pushed her head into him, following the pace he wanted. He started slow and smooth, making sure Raven was comfortable and not being forced, then, he felt her mouth going faster and he grinned satisfyingly. He had just gotten his green light. He pushed his hips up and pulled her head in simultaneously, rolling his eyes to the back when he felt his tip at the back of her throat. He was starting to see stars; their pace was faster and it was getting sloppier but he didn’t care. He didn’t give one two shits when he was getting his soul sucked so good.

“I’m almost there, don’t you dare stop, Raven,” his voice was harsh and husky, filled with lust as he groaned out loud.

Raven briefly looked up at her boyfriend, taking in how beautiful he looked with his head tilted up, eyes closed, mouth opened, breaths short. She used both of her hands to cup and massage his balls, stimulating him even more. She worked her mouth faster, her head bobbing up and down as she felt the grip on her hair was getting tighter and his moans were getting louder. She knew that it was only a matter of seconds before Damian let go of everything.

The moment she felt something hot shooting inside her mouth, their eyes locked in an intense stare as she took all of him in, dripping from the sides of her mouth where she couldn’t cover, eyes filled with tears trying to swallow every drip of his cum. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled herself out and the last bit of his cum shot out at her sweaty face. Raven was breathing hard, coughing into the back of her hand and swiping her face clean with her free hand, her dark hair sticking to her forehead. There was still essence of him dripping from her mouth to her jaw, falling down to her skin and entered the valley of her heavy breasts.

And Damian thought she looked the sexiest then; he leaned forward and pulled her in for a desperate hot kiss which didn’t take long for Raven to reciprocate. He could taste himself on her lips and it was fucking nasty, but he didn’t care. He pulled her into his laps, never letting her lips go as he continued his frenzy kiss, taking all of her in, his hand deep inside her messy hair. The hair tie was long gone. Only when Raven tapped him on his shoulders did he pull out slowly from kissing her, his nose touching hers as they rest their face on each other’s forehead while raggedly breathing.

Raven tried to talk through her breathless state, “Let…me…breathe…for a…moment.”

Damian smirked, leaving trails of kisses around her jaw before locking her eyes with his, “I love you so fucking much,”

She grinned, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, she tilted his head slightly to the side in a playful manner, “For giving you the best blow job?”

He rolled his eyes at that, not wanting to boost her ego. Then, a teasing smile appeared on his face, “Now let me eat you out until you’re a fucking mess you’d be begging me to stop but oh, Raven. I won’t stop, you gave me an erection in a room full of our friends, about to embarrass me.”

“Nobody noticed,” she shrugged.

He snorted, “Please, they noticed the second we’re not there because they want us to be there to watch that horrible movie,”

“Mmm,” Raven played with hair, feeling the softness of his brown waves.

Damian suddenly stood up with Raven in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He turned around and her back was now facing the bed. He threw her onto the bed and crawled up to her, smirking fully, “Now it’s time for your punishment, Raven,”

-end-

God i hope this is good enough,,, i dont really know what to write using raven’s pic so i just went with this 😭

#raven #damian wayne #damirae #damirae fanfiction #demonbirds #fanfiction #rachel roth #titans #dc cinematic universe

[karasuno-writings]

You know those headcanons you just posted about the reader playing with Kuroo’s, Lev’s and Akaashi’s hair? I ,,, need one for Suga, Kenma (and Kiyoko if you write for her?),,,,,, pls ....

I NEEDED to get to this right away because I kid you not that as I wrote the other headcanons Kenma kept getting in my mind!! Also of course I write for Kiyoko, she is such a good character and my bi heart loves her too. I hope this are good and thank you so much for requesting!! And I have such a soft spot for Suga, underapreciated angel. Also I am willing to bet that these 3 (and Oikawa) are the characters with the BEST hair. 

Go check @haikyuu-scenarios-box !! Aside from being such a good blog and having impecable taste in video games, commissions are available aside from requests!!

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Kenma

At first he was hesitant about the idea of you playing with his hair, he was not sure if it would end up with his hair being tangled, he is quiet picky with who he lets touch his hair (and him in general) and generally hates it when people do it.

However one day the two of you were on your usual stay-in days, he was playing videogames and you asked if you could play with his hair. Just one glance at your puppy eyes and he agreed.

Its now routine that you do his hair everyday, he loves how it feels, he loves how it looks. He never asks for you to do it, you just KNOW he wants you to do his hair. 

In the mornings he just sits in the bed generally playing playstation as you do his hair, its such a nice routine and he usually never mentions it but him wearing it all day long, everyday, is so special to you both. 

He only undoes his look when he is playing videogames because he wants you to play with his hair while he does. He loves the feeling even more than the actual result, and it is such an intimate gesture for him, it makes him feel loved. 

The first time Kuroo saw him he had this shit-eating grin which annoyed Kenma, none of the boys said a word but it was clear it was your doing and even clearer that he was proud due to his small smile after his initial annoyance expression.  

Lev made such a big deal out of it, asking questions and being all over him. Kenma did answer it was your deed because he is actually proud of it and Lev was being annoying. When Lev asked if you could do his too Kenma just answered “It wouldn’t suit you”, before he started to annoy him again. Lev was pretty offended but did shut up after saying that it totally would

Whenever you know he has a match you do a ponytail with what you call you “lucky hairband”, he is not superstitious but playing is easier and he feels you closer so he likes the gesture

He actually takes pretty good care of his hair, he is a combination between thin hair strands and just soft soft hair, so the moment your hands are on it you feel almost as if you are touching a kitten it is the softest hair ever. He uses conditioner so it makes it so easy to work with and it’s the reason why it’s so soft. 

He actually does not like braids that much, he feels like they weigh him too much, however ponytails and clips are a must, and half-ups are his favorites. He will wear anything you do tho. 

When the two of you watch movies he is the one playing with your hair if you like that, if not he respects it. He is pretty good at styling it too, nothing too fancy but more than most. He also likes brushing it after you take a shower if possible, it feels nice to him.

Kiyoko

It actually all started because the two of you were about to go on a date and decided to get ready together so it was your perfect opportunity. You asked her if you could help with his hair and she blushed in such an adorable way while nodding.

When you were done you almost cried??? She looked so good?? You kept complimenting her and making her blush even more. She smiled as soon as she saw the final product it was so wholesome

She always lightly hums when you play with hair hair, it barely inaudible but it is beautiful. 

She does like how it feels however what she likes the most is the final product and the dedication that goes into it, specially when you smile after you are done. She always kindly asks you to help her with her hair and always thanks you after you are done. 

She kisses you every-time after you finish, she blushed so hard but loved you so much for what you do for her.

The team goes crazy when she walks in with your beautiful hairdos. Noya and Tanaka have the strongest reactions; a braid?? They are crying. A half up?? They are cheering. Top knot bun?? They are going apeshit. The other boys just love it so much, they all definitely thank you for doing the lords work whenever they see you.

She is so good to work on with, she is patient and will remain quiet the whole time, she likes when you talk to her and tell her stories while you do her hair it is quality time that feels so personal to her. 

 When the two of you are sleeping together if you play with hes hair she will hum a little louder than usual, that way the two of you drift asleep fairly quickly.

She is fairly gentle but actually does not know how to do much more than a ponytail so if she plays with your hair it’s usually her hands running through it gently, it actually feels incredible and absolutely nice.

Sugawara

This baby is the one that approached you asking for you to lay with his hair. He loves when people run his hands through his silver hair and as soon as he feels is the right time he will be holding your hand and drive it up to his hair. 

He was absolutely wowed when it turned out you loved playing with his hair, he was starry-eyed when you proposed to do his hair and play with it in more intricate ways.

He kinds just sits in front of you and waits for you to start with his hair; whenever your hands work on him he closes his eyes in pleasure and has the biggest smile. 

He loves talking to you and makes cheeky comments when the two of you are in a more playful mood. However if the two of you are chilling he likes sitting in between your legs and just run his hands tenderly up and down your legs. 

He tends to fall asleep quiet often while you play with his hair, he is just a sucker for it and it feels too good that he can feel himself relax and before either of you notice he will be drooling all over you and snoring adorably

He does not have hair that long but the hair at his forehead and on the front of his hair is perfect for pinning and small braids.

His hair is thick but surprisingly soft, it is really nice to the touch and it actually shines in such a pretty way. It is perfect for holding different styles they stay on perfectly through the whole day. If you work with gel you can get him to look absolutely handsome.

He always compliments what you do, when he looks at what you have done in the mirror he flashes you a smile and kisses your cheek

He loves showing what you do to the other third years and it makes them all so jealous. He tells all of them it was your deed 

After any match, regardless if he has played much or not, he just lays in your lap and asks you to play with his hair. It makes him feel much better. 

When he is feeling a bit down he also needs you to play with his hair, and if possible tell him how much you love him. When he is having such intimate moments with you he feels like he has done something right and it really shows what he means for you and right there he feels like nothing could go wrong

He knows nothing about styling your hair but whenever you two are cuddling if you let him he will brush your hair with his hands while almost singing, he specially loves this if you are lying on top of him with your hair on his chest, he is so gentle.

He just loves you very much and for him touch means affection, so he loves the connection that you chose to share with him 

#kozume kenma #sugawara kōshi #shimizu kiyoko #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #sugawara x reader #kenma x reader

[moonlightsolo]

bête noire

summary: Finally, you’ve retreated out of your hermit shell. Slowly, you start to get into a routine around the base again. Rey has been training you to defend yourself with your staff and hopefully how to use a lightsaber soon. It seems like her vision may be coming to life. Kylo Ren is being too distant which has gotten you worried. Hopefully you will be able to see him again. 

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: none

wc: 2.3k

note: sorry this chapter is short i wanted to get something out quick also ya’ll asked for more poe & reader fluff so you got it!

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

“Agh!” You grunt out as you swing the staff at the training droid flying around your head. Your feet move swiftly as you dodge the stun bullets being shot at you.

Bruises litter your skin where you couldn’t dodge them, it stings but it fuels you to work harder.

You yelp when it hits you again, your face heats up from anger. Now you’re starting to get frustrated. You turn on your heels to face the droid floating above you, ready to shoot again. You focus in on the sphere-shaped robot. All you need to do is disable it somehow.

Your feet crush the leaves on the ground as you sprint into a jump, your feet hit the bark of a tree which propels you towards another one diagonal from it.

When your foot hits the other tree, you launch yourself in the air towards the droid. The Force gives you more power as you twirl your body in the air and strike down the droid with your staff.

You land on your feet, the pieces of it fall to the ground in front of you. The electricity buzzes from the broken pieces as it malfunctions and eventually shuts down.

You smile proudly, putting the staff on the ground so it’s parallel to your body. “Nice.” You breathe out heavily, your chest rises and falls quickly. You turn on your heel to make your way back towards the base, pushing the long strands of hair out of your face.

It has gotten too long now, all you can do is keep it in a braid that lays heavy on your back.

You meet Rey in the opening of the trees, you both call it your hideaway. She’s floating and there are rocks around her in the air. When she hears your footsteps, her eyes open and she gently floats down to the grass. “How was it today? Better?” She turns towards you with a smile.

“Much better. I actually got it today.” You walk towards her to get closer instead of being across the field.

This is your third time in the past week you have trained. Rey has guided you to get more comfortable using the Force during her lessons too.

Kylo still hasn’t reached out to you. Sometimes, you catch yourself thinking about him and how he is doing. Somewhere in the back of your brain, you hope that he knows that he’s in your thoughts.

Rey knows you think about him a lot, she never says anything about it though. She tries to get your mind off of him when she notices your thoughts wander elsewhere.

“I think it’s time.” You say to Rey, she seems confused by your words.

“Ya know, to cut my hair.” You laugh, pulling the long braid over your shoulder so it‘s in the front.

”Finally!” She dramatically groans in relief, “Let’s go.” She grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the base. Once your hands get too sweaty, she lets go and jogs with you into the cave.

Leia is sitting down as she writes something down on a piece of paper, “Leia! It’s time to cut her hair.” Rey smiles wide.

Some officials that are standing around stop what they’re doing to glance at the three of you. “Right now?” Leia sighs as she rubs her temple.

“What’s going on?” Rey asks, her face is full of concern as she walks up to her.

“There’s something bothering me. I don’t know what it is, but it’s sitting in the back of my brain.” She shakes her head and takes a deep breath to clear her thoughts. You and Rey glance at each other nervously, “Grab me the scissors. Let’s do it now.”

Leia directs you to sit in her chair once she gets up and stands behind you. Rey grabs the scissors for her as she unravels your hair from the braid. She hands you the hairband and brushes her fingers through your thick locks.

She begins trimming your hair slowly, it floats to the ground around you and tickles your nose. By the time she finishes, your hair shrunk to just below your shoulders in a long bob. It’s long enough to still pull up and style but short enough to be manageable.

“Feel it. See if you like it.” She touches your hair to make sure it’s even.

Your hands run through the soft hair, your head feels so much lighter and you expect to feel more. You almost gasp when your hands fall out at the ends, “It’s so light and soft. I love it. Thank you.” You stand up to give Leia a hug.

A little cleaning droid starts to clean up the hair on the ground, it beeps as it does so. Rey is still standing there, a smile on her face. “It’s very beautiful. I can’t wait to style your hair like mine.” She jokingly says but you wouldn’t mind if she actually did it.

After a few minutes of talking with Leia and Rey, you start to walk out of the command center by yourself. Poe is standing just outside talking to someone. You take him in slowly, your eyes rake over his body sneakily.

He’s wearing a cream button-up shirt that’s almost unbuttoned too low in the front, tight khaki utility pants, a leather blaster belt holster around his waist and his boots.

Just as you go to look away, he catches your eyes with his own. He takes in your new look, you blush when he smiles wide and winks at you. He quietly mouths, “wait for me.” Then he continues the conversation with the person in front of him.

You lean against the cool limestone of the cave, the artificial lighting casts over your face. You pick at your nails as you wait for him to finish up, you don’t even realize that he’s in front of you. “I like your hair. A lot. It fits you better.” His hands come up to run his fingers through it and he tucks it behind your ear.

The slight brush of his fingernails on your scalp makes you shiver. “You sure it’s not too short?” You bite your lip out of nervousness. “Yes, I’m sure. You’d look gorgeous even if you had no hair.” He laughs and slyly slides his hand on your waist to pull you closer.

You laugh gently and shake your head as you look down. “What?” He asks with a small confused chuckle. You lean forward to put your forehead against his chest, his arms instantly wrap around your frame.

“Nothin’, you’re just very charming.” You admit with another nervous giggle. He laughs along with you, “Why thank you.” He hums happily.

Rey walks up to you two, interrupting the little moment you guys are having. “Excuse me, lovebirds. Leia needs Poe, there’s something important she needs to talk to you about.” She clears her throat.

He sighs as he slowly pulls away, he doesn’t want to leave you. “I’ll see you later?” He asks, “Of course.” You nod, then he winks again and walks away.

Rey’s face looks like she’s seen a ghost, “Is it about what she said earlier to us? Like what she’s been feeling? Did she say something to you?” You ramble on.

“Yeah she did, but it’s nothing. Let’s go.” She puts a smile on her face, but you can tell she’s thinking about it very intently.

You’re wondering if it has to do with Kylo, that’s why she won’t tell you. Maybe something happened to him. You gulp as you start walking with her, she knows you’re nervous now too.

After about two more hours of training, she dismisses herself and you end up leaving too since it’s getting dark. You walk into your room, seeing your babies being fed by the droid. “Thank you. I got them now.” You smile as your hand replaces hers on the bottles. The droid leaves the room, probably to go help out around the base.

Once they finish, you burp them individually and snuggle them. You have them both in your arms when someone knocks on the door, “Come in!” You yell softly so you didn’t scare the twins.

The door slowly opens to reveal Poe, he slips inside and sits on the bed next to you. He looks quite serious, it’s scaring you slightly. “Rey was telling me how you were asking her questions about what was going on. She didn’t tell you, did she?” He asks, your eyes go wide.

Your heartbeat starts to pick up the pace, “No. She didn’t. What’s wrong?” The babies pick up on your nervous energy and start to fuss. You shush them gently as he goes on, “Leia felt another dark entity in the Force. She doesn’t know who yet but Kylo Ren may have another leader again.”

You let a heavy breath out, nothing happened to him. “Oh okay.” You take a deep breath again, closing your eyes as you drop your head to calm yourself.

“You’re aren’t worried about that?” He almost laughs.

You pick your head up to look at him, “Of course I am. I thought something worse was happening.” You mumble as you stand up to put the sleeping babies in their bassinets.

“What could be worse than another enemy?” He almost groans in response.

You give each baby a small peck on their forehead, you turn the main light off and flick on the small one next to your cot since it’s much dimmer.

“What are we going to do now?” You ask, “We’re gonna be more cautious if we leave the base and add more cloaking devices to the trees so they can’t detect us here.” He sighs and leans against the wall behind the bed.

“That sounds like a good plan.” You lean back next to him against the cool metal wall. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face and down your body then back up quickly.

You don’t know what your relationship with him is anymore. Is it friends? Are you more than friends? You don’t want to be more than friends right now but sometimes he can be so addictive... Especially with the smooth sun-kissed skin  and dark curly hair of his...

Stop. Don’t think about him like that.

You turn your head to make eye contact with him, “I know you’re thinking what I’m thinking.” Poe sighs with a crooked almost disappointed smile as he sits up “Poe wait-.”He cuts off your sentence. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He stands up to leave. He looks back at you and smiles before he slips out quietly.

You blink as your eyebrows furrow, you’re so confused right now. What the hell just happened?

You shake your head and stand up to get into your pajamas so you can get under the covers to sleep. The men in your life need to think about what they truly want.

Just like every other night, something in the back of your head won’t let you sleep. You toss and turn, fluff your pillow and blankets many times. You’re so exhausted. Your body aches and your brain is thumping from lack of sleep.

A blanket washed over your ears, they started to ring for a moment before quieting down. Your eyes shoot open as you look around the darkroom, the only light source is coming from a very dim light on the floor.

You see his dark silhouette in front of the door. You take notice to his obscenely long legs and how his wavy hair can be seen as well. Last time you spoke to him you remember saying that you didn’t trust him and he was quite hurt by your words. 

“Are we growing apart?” His voice is stern but still soft. You frown at his words, “No, I hope not.” You sit up in your cot to get a better look at him.

“I had a vision. We fought. I’m not sure what we were fighting over, but you had your own saber. I didn’t want to fight you but I had no choice. You were powerful. Almost as powerful as me. I...I defeated you... I never want to see that again. I need to make sure my vision doesn’t come true.” He rambles on, his voice is shaky. He’s obviously upset by what he saw.

“Kylo. I promise you, I will never try to go against you. Nothing is going to happen like that...” You feel sorrow for him, your bottom lip pouts out a little bit.

“I want to see you.” He blurts out, his facial expression is cast over by the shadow. “I want to meet our children. I understand you don’t trust me, it makes no sense. I would never hurt you.” His voice raises slightly from frustration.

“I trust you with us. Not the Resistance. I know we are your enemy but I won’t let you find them again. We’re happy here. They’ve made a home.” You breathe out and sigh. “We? So you’re with the Resistance now officially?” He scoffs.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I’m not on anybody’s side at the moment.” You grumble and pinch the bridge of your nose between two of your fingers out of frustration.

“Let me visit you. I won’t let alert anybody about your whereabouts. If you trust me enough, you know I would never put you or the children in harm's way. Please.” He’s almost begging you, he seems so desperate.

Your brain works as you think about how this could possibly work out. You could hike far away from camp and he could meet you somewhere in the jungle.

“Think about it. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He mumbles then disappears before your eyes.

Your eyes roll back as you plop back onto your pillows to try and sleep again. This could possibly work. You do miss him so much. You need to feel him in your arms again.

This needs to be your secret, your own little secret.

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[cmi-miu]

Ya’aburnee - Chapter 3 (Seventeen Soulmate AU)

Soulmate AU: The last words your soulmate says to you are the words tattooed on your wrist.

Pairing: SoonWoo, JiHan, SeokHao

Title: Ya'aburnee (arabic): yak-BER-nee (n.) lit. "you bury me"; the hope that your lover or beloved will outlive you as to spare yourself the pain of living beyond that person.

Chapter Summary: Jisoo and Jeonghan are basically boyfriend goals and Jisoo just might be a little too in love.

From behind his phone camera, Jisoo smiles at the heartwarming image of his boyfriend trying to fit into a small cardboard box and is once again bombarded with realisation of just how much he adores the man. Jeonghan, having somehow managed to sit inside the small box, is shooting hearts at the four year old grinning at him as he sits him in his lap. It's all too much for Joshua! Everything about Jeonghan pretending to be the train-master and making “choo-choo” sounds while grinning at the kid makes his insides turn into jelly.

“Now, Chan-ah!” Jeonghan exclaims in his adorably pitched voice that he uses with kids. “Remember to tighten your seatbelts because this is going to be a bumpy ride!”

With the warning comes a “whooosh” sound—courtesy Jeonghan, naturally—and a dramatic display of strength on Jeonghan’s part as he simulates a rollercoaster for the boy sitting in his lap. His boyfriend wobbles violently where he’s sat, making take off sounds and other plane related sounds as he asks Chan to hold tight. How the train ride turned into an aeroplane trip is beyond him, but Jisoo does know one thing for sure.

Jeonghan is indeed the only man he shall marry.

He stops recording and joins the pair, pulling Chan into his arms and turning around swiftly a few times to imitate a helicopter diving up and down, and then dips back mid turn to return the kid to Jeonghan. In a feat of giggles, Chan falls limply into his boyfriend’s lap and a warm air fills their apartment that is accompanied by Jeonghan’s hearty laughter.

He likes this. In fact, this is his dream. Having a kid just as adorable as Chan and spending his weekends sharing his attention on his child and the love of his life. 

“Okay, now who’s hungry for pizza,” he says after a while when Jeonghan stops laughing. He doesn’t wait for Chan to stop laughing because the two shoot their hands up screaming Me as soon as the inquiry leaves his mouth. Jisoo shakes his head and ruffles the boy's hair before getting up and walking back to the kitchen.

By the time he sets the plates both Jeonghan and Chan are sitting on the table grinning at him like two mischievous Siamese cats. He laughs, shaking his head as he places the plates in front of them and they start pulling apart pizza slices from the dinner plate.

“How is it?” He asks, eyeing the pair in apprehension because his cooking skills are often critiqued negatively by the two. “It’s a new recipe. I added sundried tomatoes into the sauce.”

Gesturing at the food like some fresh chef wannabe Jeonghan clicks his tongue, “nope. Nope. Not good enough. Right, Channie?”

Chan shakes his head just as elegantly and taps the side of the plate with his plastic spork, explaining. “Pineapples. I can’t believe you forgetted them!”

Joshua rolls his eyes at their response and sends a playful glare towards Jeonghan when the two start giggling at his sour expression. Much like Jeonghan, Chan enjoys teasing him too.

After lunch is over, they play some more where Chan’s blatant favoritism ends up making Jeonghan win all the games. And before they know it, evening hits the apartment with the sun setting and the ring of the doorbell.

“I hope he wasn’t too annoying.” Chan’s mother winces when she sees the mess around the apartment. They’d been making a pillow fort when she arrived to pick Chan up. Actually two pillow forts. Jisoo wasn’t allowed in Chan and Jeonghan’s.

“Don’t worry about it, Yeji.” Jisoo waves her off and she wishes them a goodnight, walking away with a reluctant Chan who yells Goodnight, Jeonghan! I love you! as he follows his mother.

“What about me you, brat!” Jisoo yells back. To which Chan replies by sticking his tongue out and yelling Meroong!

*

Somedays Jisoo wonders how wonderful the thing called fate is. How lucky he was to have met Jeonghan. How serendipitous their meeting was.

Today, however, is not one of those days.

He feels a headache creeping up his neck to his cranium as he watches Jeonghan grin evilly aiming a water gun at him. And if it wasn’t obvious that Jeonghan is the devil incarnate he's even wearing a black devil hairband and skull earrings to boot.

“Han…” Jisoo groans, pinching his forehead, already raising his arms in the air. “I’m tired, okay. I just need to rest for an hour and then we’ll play. I promise.”

But does Jeonghan care? No. He doesn't give a damn.

Without warning, he screams a battle cry and starts shooting the black water at him. Jisoo yells back alike, and dives towards the other water gun lying near the shoe rack.

And what ensues thereafter is a mediocre reenactment of some 90s war movie wherein Jisoo is still losing. 

“You’ll never catch me!” Jeonghan screams again, charging at him with his still half full water gun aimed maliciously towards him. And before Jisoo can even point out that some foul play is at hand—there’s no way he still has water in his gun and I’m all out of mine already!—Jeonghan is right in front him, an evil smile gracing his face.

Jisoo sighs in defeat, gets down on his knees and raises his arms in defence waiting for Jeonghan to give the verdict. Jeonghan cackles maniacally as he sprays the rest of the black water at his face before throwing away the gun.

Jisoo rolls his eyes at the mini ceremony the man does and is just about to stand up from his pose on the ground when Jeonghan jumps down in front of him, legs folded and pulls him by the face for a kiss.

And oh~ that kiss!

It’s the kind that’s gentle at first and deepens by the second. The kind that tastes like peppermint candy sticks dipped in hot chocolate. It’s slow and breathy and warm. And it’s everything that makes Jisoo fall madly in love with Jeonghan.

*

“I like the red power ranger,” Jeonghan sleepily mumbles, snuggling closer into Jisoo's chest. “But the green power ranger is a hottie too.”

Jisoo brings his arms around his back, pressing him closer, allowing Jeonghan to fall into a snuggly embrace, as he hums back in reply. Resting his chin on the crown of his head, he mumbles back, “I like Oswald. Let’s just watch Oswald.”

Jeonghan yawns into his chest, his warm, wet breath touches Jisoo’s nipples almost sinfully, and Jisoo shudders at the sudden hotness in his pajamas. But shakes his head when he sees Jeonghan’s eyes are already half closed.

“Just put anything on already,” Jeonghan yawns once again, and this time Jisoo bites his lips to keep the moan from leaving his mouth. “I just wanna sleep with the TV on.

Jisoo looks down at the man who’s probably already asleep and sighs biting his lips as he turns on the Pogo Channel. Oswald’s Tomato Garden episode is running and the slow and calm voice of the loveable, blue octopus quickly makes his own eyes heavy.

Jeonghan hums the theme song under his breath and it takes Jisoo everything to hold himself back from pinching the man’s cheeks! Because HOW ADORABLE IS HE?! 

Jeonghan soon falls into a deep sleep as his breathing turns light and his body goes limp. Jisoo smiles at the man, fighting his own slumber away, and switches the TV off. He carries the older man to their bedroom, and drags himself and his boyfriend into bed and before he knows it, he falls asleep.

And he dreams of power rangers and yummy octopus stews and five young kids calling him and Jeonghan “Daddy”.

And he dreams of Jeonghan, beautiful and smiling at him. Forever his.

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[scottfuckingreed]

Better with you - Montgomery De La Cruz

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ANONYMOUS SAID: ‘I have an idea for a possible future Monty story. I don’t know how to say it without it coming out the wrong way so I’m just gonna go ahead anyway lol, something where the reader cheats on her boyfriend with Monty and they have their own little thing on the side because Monty just makes her feel so good like not just in a sexual way but in other ways too. Kind of like how Jess loves Alex, but it’ll never compare to Justin’

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Warnings!: quite a bit of swearing and those sexual things (also Bryce is mentioned but not in much detail)

“Hey!” Y/BF/N says as his arms wrap themselves around me and kisses me on the forehead. “How’s it going?” I somewhat force a smile up to him. It’s not that I’m not happy to see him, it’s just hard to smile in such a shit place. School of course. “Pretty good actually. I just finished some things up with Tyler. It’s finally getting somewhere.” Y/BF/N is friends does photography with him, so they’re pretty much best friends. Which is nice - I love Tyler - but drama seams to follow Tyler. So it follows Y/BF/N. And so it passes me too. “You have a free period next, right?” I nod at his question. “Lucky! I’ll meet you in our usual spot afterwards?” A quick peck lands on my lips, and then he’s suddenly walking away.

I sit in the cafeteria. It’s usually overcrowded and too loud, but there’s only a handful of people not in class right now. Which is a relief. Starting to peel my orange, I glance up to notice a certain ‘Montgomery’ walking my way. “Y/N! Fancy seeing you here,” he places himself on the opposite side of the table. I shake my head, a smile slowly cracking. “Wow Cruz, you say that as if you don’t sit your ass in that seats pretty much daily at this time,” his eyebrows raise. “Alright Y/N. I just wanted to say hi to my best friend jeez.” I shove a segment in my mouth, pushing it to the side of my mouth for a second. “Aren’t you meant to be in some Literatue class or something right now?” His eyes light up. Sometimes I think I should just not say anything to Monty, but I like Monty. “See, I knew you cared-” he pauses, grabbing the other half of my orange from the table. “And I ain’t gonna use it, so what’s the point?” I look at him in somewhat amazement as he casually eats my food. “I mean, fair enough,” I shrug. I should be used to this. This has happened almost every day for a few months now. Why? I don’t know. It just did one day, and then it was almost like a routine. “Thanks for that, I’ll see you later?” I nod at him, although I know I shouldn’t.

“Are we hanging out later?” I ask my boyfriend. “Sorry Y/N, my mum needs me,” I nod slightly. Internally sighing, the answer is everything I expected. Don’t get me wrong, I love him for being close to his family, but I get that response every time I ask. We’ve had sex twice. You may think, what’s wrong with that? We’ve been dating for a year. It’s fine though. I can’t exactly say ‘leave your mum’ can I? Unfortunately not.

Instead I go to Jessica’s. The fact that Y/BF/N doesn’t make *that much* of an effort does kinda get me down, and Jess always knows how to snap me out of those thoughts. So I can’t help but get excited as I pull up to her house. Hardly parking, I see her body rush towards my car and throw herself into the passenger’s seat. “Perfect timing, let go!” She smiles way too massively at me. “Where are we going?” I laugh nervously. “Bryce is having a small get together.” I can guarantee it won’t be a ‘small get together’. Bryce does parties, and they’re always PARTIES. “I thought-“ “Nah, now drive girl!”

We walk in, and it’s exactly what I expected. This ‘small get together’ is at least 50 people. “Welcome ladies!” Scott smiles and runs up to us with a red cup in each hand. My automatic reaction to this gesture is to smell the cup, and let’s just say I didn’t have to get my nose too close to smell the thickness of the alcohol. “Jesus, what’s in this?” I ask, making Jess laugh. “I’m not sure. Monty made it,” he shrugs and gets lost in a crowd of people. “Drink up Y/N,” Jess taps the bottom of my cup. “I’m driving, and I can’t image how many units is in this one cup.” Her eyes roll. “Suit yourself, I’m finding Justin!” I doubt I’ll see Jess again tonight.

Drinking this - whatever he wants to call it - is a bad idea for me, so I go into the kitchen and find myself a drink. Just as I sip my water, I get a text.

Hey! Xx - Y/BF/N ❤️

I almost immediately respond.

Are you able to get away?x - Y/N

I see those 3 dots pop up, meaning he’s typing. Just as I thought I could escape, his response was exactly what I didn’t need to hear.

Sorry Y/N, it’s a bit late. I’ll call you in a bit though?xx - Y/BF/N ❤️

‘Call me in a bit’? Is he taking the piss? Damn I feel special. ITS ALSO 8:30 LIKE WHAT? I roll my eyes, which make them land on the back of Monty’s head. I shake my head as his eyes meet mine, and can’t help but smile. “Montgomery! I heard you’ve supplied the drinks tonight,” he shrugs and raises his eyes with a beaming smile. “You know me Y/N, it’s nice right?” As I press my lips together, his face forms a shocked expression. “I’m offended, have a sip,” he passes me his drink. I know I shouldn’t drink tonight, but honestly I just wanna have a some fun. My hand wraps the cup - leading Monty to nod at me with a devilish grin. It’s hard to even put the drink in my mouth with the stench, but I chug it anyway. “Shit,” he laughs ‘impressed’. “Fuck that’s so gross,” I cover my mouth with my hand trying not to urge. “I’ll take another one,” I add.

After the first cup, I was already tipsy. And that shit was like half full. So after my next full cup I was pretty drunk already. Which is exactly what I needed. “I thought it was gross?” He laughs as he notices me going through my fresh cup quite fast. I respond with a shrug. “It’s growing on me,” I go to grab him on the shoulder, but I miss, making me stumble forwards. Two hands latch on under my forearm steadying me upright. “Shit,” his chuckle is quite cute- NO. I don’t mean that. I don’t know why that just popped into my head. My finger begin to stroke his arms. That needs to stop. Apart from the music and the screaming and the ‘fun’ going on around us, it was silent. It was the first time I looked into his eyes for more than a quick glance. And unfortunately I’ve just finished another cup of strong ass liquor. “I feel like I wanna kiss you,” I blurt out, my hands immediately cover my mouth. Nothing else can slip out. “Sorry,” I giggle. “I’m just lonely,” oh my god Y/N SHUT UP! “You’re not lonely Y/N, you have a boyfriend.” My mind and mouth start working faster. “Boyfriend? Y/BF/N doesn’t even fucking touch me- shit,” I hush myself.

Next thing I know is I’m being guided out of Bryce’s house. “I’ll take you home,” he breathes. I frown at him. “Driving drunk is dangerous Montgomery don’t you know this.” The smile on his face appears so faintly, and it’s unreadable. Especially in my current state. “You pinched my drink. Did you see me have another one?” No. No I didn’t. Why didn’t he? “Take my car then, and I can’t go home.”

We get to Monty’s, but I don’t realise where I am until I’m inside. “This isn’t what I meant...” I huff. He throws off his Liberty jacket and kicks his shoes in a corner. “You can sleep in my bed,” he hooks his arm under mine to walk me to the bedroom. Hang on. “I have a boyfriend Monty, so no sex,” my hand goes on his chest as a warning. “I’ll try not to fuck you.” At this time, that was good enough for me. It shouldn’t be. Ever. “I appreciate that,” I fall into his bed - which was automatically the comfiest bed I’ve ever laid on. Suddenly my shoes are off and I’m pretty much tucked in. “It’s just hit me,” I sit up too fast, making my head spin. “I don’t know what’s gone on in this bed,” my stomach starts to turn. “You can only imagine,” he shrugs. And suddenly I’m offended? Just go to sleep Y/N.

The next morning

I wake up fully aware of what went on last night, and frankly embarrassed. Not embarrassed that I flirted with Monty. Not even that I’ve ended up at his place in his bed. I just feel guilty. Like I cheated? But I know I didn’t. I shouldn’t of done what I did, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Did I? I walk out of the bedroom, and notice Monty in the kitchen boiling the kettle. “Good morning, coffee?” I shake my head at him with a smile. “Thank you, for last night by the way. My parents would’ve killed me,” I let out a small laugh before tying my hair up in a ponytail with a spare hairband on my wrist. Glancing up to the clock on the wall, I sigh massively. “Shit, I should probably get home. I can drop you to Bryce’s to get your car if you’d like?” I offer. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later.”

Getting myself to school on time was no problem, but as soon as I entered the building it felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. Until I see him. “Hey! How was your night?” Y/BF/N kisses my forehead, not my lips. “It was alright, I drank a little too much to be honest,” we begin walking down the corridor. As cringe as it sounds, all I wanted was him to hold my hand. Is it that hard? Really? “I bet your parents flipped then,” he chuckles. This is it. I have no reason to lie - really. I didn’t do anything wrong. But it sounds wrong. “Actually, I-“ I pause. “I stayed at Jess’ so they don’t know,” I watch as he nods. His facial expression immediately looks relieved. “Jess told me, I just wanted to make sure.” My heart stops at his response. What the fuck does that mean? He asked Jess before asking me? That’s not right? Yet I say nothing... because I can’t find a reason to.

It’s that time again. That one free period. I’m expecting Monty at any moment now. I hate to say it but I quite look forward to it. It’s somewhat a breath of fresh air. “I was wondering when you’d appear,” I smile as he sits himself in his seat. Going quiet, I swirl my fruit around the pot with a fork. “Are you okay?” His face serious. I take a breath. “I wanted to apologise for last night actually. I shouldn’t of said what I said,” I dodge his gaze, which is extremely hard. The silence remains, but only for a second. “Did you mean it?” I could play dumb and be like ‘mean what’ but I know. It’s been running on loop for the past 16 hours. “It doesn’t matter whether I meant it or not. I have a boyfriend.” “So you did?” He smirks. I’m not gonna mention the effect of the smirk. I guess you can imagine. I let a small smile appear at the side of my face. “Maybe...” sober flirting is NOT okay Y/N! I try to remind myself over and over but it’s so tempting. My heart suddenly sinks. “Can I ask you something? I want a serious answer,” his eyes widen, yet he still nods. “Is it odd that my boyfriend asked Jess where I was last night, then asked me to double check?” His eyebrows raise. “He was trying to catch you out. That’s a bit-“ “I know.” Control your breathing Y/N. I start to feel extra heavy on my heart, which means I’m probably about 30 seconds away from breaking down. “He’s never been like that before,” I mutter. “Y/N. You need to realise that I’m probably more in love with you than he is,” my head shoots up, making him cough. I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t skip a beat; it actually skipped about 17. “Don’t say shit like that Montgomery- he’s never even said it,” I laugh to break the awkwardness. “You’ve been dating for ages Y/N. You deserve better than that, always.” I watch as he lifts himself out of his seat. “Monty-“ I try and stop him. “I need to go, I’ll text you.”

Several sentences run on loop through my head for the rest of the day. Every breath that exited Monty’s mouth was just - confusing. Shoving my head in my locker, a lot like I see Clay doing a lot, seems just like the escape I need. Except it’s not an escape. I’m still in this shit hole. “Hey!” I get poked in my side gently by Y/BF/N. It’s been about an hour and a half since I spoke to Monty. So it’s been an hour and a half of me working myself. And right now I’m pretty fucking angry. He catches me roll my eyes. “Honestly, Y/BF/N, I wouldn’t wanna talk to me right now,” I warn him, as my heart starts to race faster and faster the more I look up at him. “What’s this about then?” A chuckle leaves his lips, and I contain as much as I can. “Maybe the fact that you don’t fucking trust me,” although I don’t think he should trust me, he has no reason to not. “Who said that?” He’s such a nice guy. I swear he is. I don’t wanna hurt him. “You!” I raise my voice but take a breath before continuing. ‘When you asked Jess where I stayed last night,” it’s almost a whisper. He lets out a big sigh. “I know what those guys are like.” Those guys. Everyone knows what most of those guys are like. Some of those guys are nice, to me at least. And some of those guys are Scott and Monty. That’s pretty much it. “And me? You don’t know what I’m like?” In the corner of my eye I see Monty laughing with Bryce, Zach, and Scott. A sudden urge comes over me to end this conversation. “Look, maybe we need some space,” I lie. As if we need more space. “Y/N,” his arm wraps around my forearm. The sad truth is that’s the most action I’ve got in a long ass time. “I’ll ring you tonight, I need to go.” So I close my locker, turn around, and catch Monty’s eye before walking out of school.

Refusing Jess’ offer to drive me home, I just think and pretty much talk to myself all the way to my house. I’m lost. Not actually physically lost, but I am lost. I’m only bought back to reality when my phone dings.

‘Really Y/N?’ - Y/BF/N ❤️

I can’t help but roll my eyes. This is what I have to do to get attention from my own boyfriend? No apology, because he hasn’t done anything wrong. He could say ‘let’s talk about it’. Why would he say that though? I go to text him back but my phone starts to ring.

“And what do you want Monty?” I smile down the phone. I’m very glad I’m on my own right now. “I was just seeing if you’re alright.” I sigh at his words. To think that’s all I want Y/BF/N to say. To show some affection! That would be nice. But Y/BF/N isn’t Monty. “I guess so. I’ve just got home.” He begins to talk about some random ass shit - stuff we wouldn’t usually talk about - while I unlock the front door to my house. Throwing my bag down on my bedroom floor, I get a text. Damn. Why am I so popular today? “Why has Bryce just texted me?” I laugh, mostly to myself. “He’s probably trying to get you to come to his house party tonight.” I freeze. “Wasn’t there-“ “Yeah, but his parents are out of town for a few days I think,” he sounds unimpressed. Monty? Bryce’s best friend? Is sounding unimpressed with Bryce’s actions? That’s a first. “Why’d you sound like that?” “I told him not to text you. Don’t let him pressure you into it,” it’s as if Monty knew every word that would make me like him more, more than I should. “I really enjoyed myself you know, I don’t think I mentioned that,” I admit, and silence falls across the line for seconds that feel like minutes. Then appears a cough. “Well, in that case, I’ll pick you up. If you want that is.” I can only read Monty’s face at the best of times, so trying to judge his voice is a fat ass struggle. “It’s-“ My body wanted to use the ‘it’s a date’ line. THAT would be embarrassing. “Okay then.”

Clothing. Such a funny thing. When it comes to Y/BF/N I find myself not really caring what I wear, so I feel somewhat guilty for caring now. ‘It’s a party’ is an excuse, but I’d be lying. He’s never shown much interest unfortunately. So here I am, rummaging frantically through my wardrobe and drawers to find something cute. I find a dress, that is probably a bit short, but ‘it’s a party’. Should I curl my hair? No. That looks like too much effort. But... no. I decide just to brush it. With a knock on the door, my head shoots to the clock on my wall. 8pm?! Shit. My legs and my heart speed up drastically and I hear my mum answer the door. Fuck no.

I walk downstairs and witness the embrace between Monty and my mother. “Ah Y/N, I was just meeting...” my mum pauses and gazed at me in hint of ‘what’s this guy’s name?’ “Monty,” I sigh. I press my lips together to smile towards them both. “It’s so nice to meet you,” if there’s one thing you should know about my mum is that she’s very touchy. I would’ve warned Monty, but I hadn’t quite imagined them meeting yet - or at all really. She shakes his hand. I cough while I slip my shoes on, which are trainers so I guess they kill the dress vibe. I don’t care. Once they’re on, my mission is to leave. I need to. I know what she’s like. “Alright, I’ll see you later!” I give my mum a hug and open the front door as fast as I can. “Please come in quietly. It was nice to finally meet you Monty! I’ve been waiting to meet Y/N boyfriend for a long time now.” “Alright bye!” I rush. Fuck.

“I’m sorry about that,” I laugh as I throw myself in the passenger seat. The smile on his face is very comforting. “Nah it’s cool, I’d love to have a mum like that,” my heart sinks slightly. I’m not 100% sure what that means, but it’s definitely not positive. “Y/N.” Is all he says. “About Y/BF/N-“ “I know.” I stop him. Thanks mum. The engine finally starts, and we’re off, and I realise that I’m off to a party with Monty. I don’t think this looks very good.

A drink is pretty much thrown at me as soon as I walk in the house. It’s a lot like deja vu, except I’ve appeared with Monty today. Shit. I shouldn’t be here. My eyes lay on Jess. “Give me a sec,” I say, and wonder over to my best friend. Her arms wrap around me, squeezing me as if we haven’t seen each other in weeks. We chat about some random shit until it must sink in. “Wait... did you come with Monty?” She asks thick with confusion. “I did...” I say slowly. “Does it look bad?” I ask. I ask only because I know she’ll be honest. “A little, but honestly fuck Y/BF/N!” My jaw drops with a smile. “I mean it! He’s a nice guy and all, but he’s pretty shit to you,” she shrugs and chugs the rest of her drink. “At least Monty is shit to everyone but you.”

Wishing Jess never said those words, I find myself hung up on them as I hang out with the guy. I know Monty isn’t the nicest person to everyone, but when I speak to him I don’t care. Should I? I feel like I should. I take a sip of my drink, which isn’t a mix of everything this time, while I listen to Scott. He’s one of those guys that you just want as your best friend. I laugh at the funny thing he said. I’d mention it, but I don’t remember as I notice Monty calling me over to him with his hand.

Finishing up my conversation with Scott, I follow Monty outside. The sky beams clear. Not a star in sight. “Are you cold?” He asks. It’s also not warm, but it isn’t cold either. I say no, slightly afraid of how I’d have to act if he offered his jacket. “I haven’t seen much of you,” I’m unsure of what to say so I say that. It’s never awkward with us, but I don’t trust myself anymore. Why should Y/BF/N trust me when I don’t even trust me? “Awe did you miss me?” He nudges me with a gleaming smile. I stop myself from smiling as the guilt starts to flood in. “Y/N-“ “I’m fine. It’s just...” “Y/BF/N,” he interrupts. I let out a short awkward laugh. Sigh. “I feel like talking about him with you will make things odd between us,” I gesture Monty and I. “And that’s wrong.” “It’s okay-“ “it’s not though,” tears - for some weird reason - start to form in my eyes. Blinking reduces the watering. That would be embarrassing. “He’s my boyfriend,” I let out in a whisper. “He’s a shit boyfriend if you ask me,” Monty huffs. Although I somewhat agree, Monty’s words stress me out a little. The truth hurts, and the fact that Monty is the only person to tell me that (other than Jess) is annoying. “Well I didn’t ask,” I didn’t want to snap at him, and my tone was too soft for it to. If anything I sounded pathetic. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says OUT OF NOWHERE. “Wha-“ I’m stopped by his lips. Lips so soft and sweet and just... perfect. His lips on mine, his fingers on his right hand tilting my chin up slightly. I’m truly swept away. My right hand goes up to the side of his face to keep his lips on mine for a little longer - and then I realise what I’m doing. Shit. I’m unsure of what to do as I pull away, so I just become completely speechless. Our eyes lock for 5 seconds at the most. Then I find myself running away.

“Woah, are you okay?” Hands go on my shoulder. More specifically, Scott’s hands, when he stops me in my tracks. “Fuck,” I let out in a breath. “Is there anywhere I can just go to breathe a second?” He walks me to a spare bedroom which is very clearly one of a few. I’m prepared to be by myself, but Scott takes a seat on the bed. My own fingers spread through my hair in a stressed motion. “I just kissed Monty,” Scott’s facial expression doesn’t change. I realise that this is Scott, and I shouldn’t be talking to him about this, but it’s also Scott - the actual nice guy. “And..?” He shrugs, shoving some small snack food in his mouth. “And I shouldn’t have.” “Do you have a boyfriend or something?” I snap my head to Scott after his words. “Y/BF/N..?” I ask slowly, and his eyes widen. “What, really? I thought he was gay,” I can’t help but crack a smile for a very short second. “Scott...” I shake my head. Honestly I’m just thankful Scott’s the way he is. How did he just lighten the mood with that? “I know I shouldn’t pry but he doesn’t really treat you in that way,” he pauses. “From what I’ve seen of course.” Oh of course. “Look Scott, I appreciate this but can you give me a second to be by myself?” I ask as nicely as I can. “Oh shit, yeah of course. Sorry,” he chuckles, and stands. “What do you want me to tell Monty?” He turns before he leaves the room. “Anything, but don’t tell him I’m up here please.” He closes the door behind him.

I pace the floor up and down approximately 50 times before Monty walks through the door. My heart stops. “I told Scott-“ “I know, but he’s my best friend Y/N,” he closes the door gently behind him, but he doesn’t enter the room fully. Only staying by the door. As if waiting for some sort of permission, I watch as he twiddles his fingers. “You shouldn’t of kissed me Monty,” I sigh. A step forward is taken by the boy in front of me. “I’m really sorry,” to be able to feel the apology from Montgomery De La Cruz is truly something. I’ve never seen him like this. I hate how much I like it. “You know I have a boyfriend, and you did it anyway,” Monty avoids my gaze at him, looking at the ground instead. Or the ceiling. Or the wall. “I just thought-“ “I know what you thought.” I stop him. I want him him to leave, but the thought of him leaving me right now was just heartbreaking. A few more steps are taken. “It’s unfair. It’s unfair on Y/BF/N, and you. And me.” When his eyes finally look at me - not at anything but - I just knew. The feeling of needing someone has never felt so prominent to me. So I act on it. My hands reach up to his head, I lift myself onto my tip toes, and pull his lips down to mine. His hands are gently caressing my waist within seconds. My legs lead us towards the bed. The feeling of his body slowly sitting down shouldn’t of been a cue for my body to straddle him, but I do. And then the make out becomes a bit more full on. I feel guilty for not feeling guilty. I should be regretting this, but it’s actually perfect. The way he slides his tongue into my mouth, and the way his hands are slowly making their way lower down my body, it’s a different feeling. In this moment, I’m starting to realise how full I feel around him, and how almost utterly empty I feel otherwise. I let out a light moan as his hand reach my ass and move me - creating that friction feeling I’ve been missing. The smirk I felt under our kiss was adorable. I didn’t even need to see it, although I’m thankful I didn’t. This boy doesn’t need to wrap me around his finger any tighter.

My hands move themselves to the bottom of his tee, and that’s when I freeze. I break our lips and balance my forehead on his. Heavy breathes leave my mouth. “I’m sorry, I just-“ I pause to breathe and think carefully about my words. “I don’t wanna stop but I think I need to sort some shit out,” he nods underneath me, but he says absolutely nothing. This is not where my guilt should be. “I’m just a bad enough person already as it is,” I let out a chuckle once I see the side of his mouth turn up slightly. “Want me to drive you home?” I smile sympathetically at his words. His voice so soft. I hold the sides of his face and smooth his cheeks for a few seconds. His hand holds over mine, takes it, and kisses it. Blush. “Okay, let’s leave now,” I laugh, embarrassed of the hold he has over me.

Midday the next day

Since there was almost no drinking and definitely no drugs taken on my part, my head should be fine. But my head is FUCKED. Do I feel guilty? I feel guilty about leaving Monty last night, not Y/BF/N. And that’s making me feel guilty. So it’s about 7am and I’m walking to school. I hardly slept, I just thought the rest of the night. When I did finally fall asleep, I dreamt about Monty and how perfect last night was despite everything. I’m only walking to pass time. Driving would be way too quick. Although, my plan to have my mission planned by the time I get there, is a mission failed already. A 30 minute walk and nothing. Fuck.

In a crowd of people, I automatically spot 4 people. Monty and Scott are the first two, then Jess, and then Y/BF/N. My paranoia goes straight to ‘Monty’s told Scott and Scott’s told everyone else’, but I’ve never seen Scott or Monty like that. I know they’ve done it though. That makes me nervous. I go straight to Jess. She always knows what to say. “Hey... Jess,” I sigh. Usually me and Jess get lost in ourselves and ignore a lot of the noise around us, but not today. Not for me. Eyes were on me, even if they weren’t actually. “Are you- oh Y/N,” her eyes hint to my left. Y/BF/N. “That’s my cue to leave,” her words leave as does she. Thanks a lot. “We need to talk.” He knows.

We walk outside just around the corner. It’s not as if we’re in private. Nothing is private here. “We need to talk about yesterday,” he looks me dead in the eyes, which is quite intimidating. I’m such a shitty person. “I thought about it, and I understand why you acted the way you did.” His words sting. There’s nothing I can do. Admitting it out loud is so frightening so I say nothing still. He sighs. “The silent treatment? Really? You overreacted about me asking Jess,” he rolls his eyes at me. My gut goes from feeling sick, to really fucking angry. “Wow okay,” I let out in an angry mumble. “But I am sorry. I should’ve just asked you, and not Jess,” my eyebrows raise at his apology. “You’re a dickhead,” is all I can get out. My legs try to walk me away, but his hand clutch my wrist. “I’m trying to fix this,” his words, although exactly what I wanted to hear, were quite harshly spat at me as his grip grows tighter. “I think we need to be done.” Did I actually just say that? I’ve kept that to myself for too long. He lets my arm fall from his grip. I’ve never seen him like this. “You’re not breaking up with me, you’re gonna regret that.” The guy I watch strop away is not the guy I know? Who is that?

The bell rang about 10 minutes after Y/BF/N walked away, but I only just walk myself into the building. I find the guy I actually don’t mind bumping into leaning again my locker. “Hey Monty,” his smile makes me smile, which is so gross I know. “Are you okay?” He asks, nodding towards outside. “Yeah, I just, I’m so confused,” when I light my hand up to cup my forehead, I notice - as does Monty - the finger marks around my wrist. They’re ever so faint, but they’re there. “He tried to stop me walking away, it’s no big deal,” I say to his eyes. The facial expression was nothing I’d seen before. “Honestly, it’s nothing,” my right hand reaches up to his face to cup his cheek, then I realise where we are. “What did he say?” He asks. I wonder why he cares so much. It’s really attractive. “Can we talk about it later?” I ask, and his slow nod is extremely comforting. “Do you wanna ditch?” A wide smile spread across his face. “Monty...” I whisper, reciprocating the same expression. My back slowly flattens against the lockers neighbouring mine as his body gets closer to mine. “I think we should ditch,” he says again once his body is gently touching mine. Imagine just one person comes out of class right now. We definitely shouldn’t, but I really want to. “Okay,” I whisper, nibbling the inside of my lip. His hand slips gently into mine and he pulls me out of the shitty school. I’m a terrible person.

It’s as if it’s a whole other world with Monty. I can’t describe it fully, because I don’t fully understand it myself, but I got lost in him. “Where are we going then?” He asks about 5 minutes into driving. I raise my eyebrows towards him with a fat smile on my face. “You’re the one who said we should ditch!” He just shrugs. I face forwards, but I catch him smirk at me in the corner of my eye whilst scanning me briefly up and down. This guy is too attractive. “I guess we can go to mine, it should be empty.”

I unlock the door to an empty house. Like the gentleman he is, he slips his shoes off just to the side. “What shall we do?” He asks with bright eyes. “Hungry?” His response is obviously.

We decide to make some cakes - which isn’t exactly what I mean by food but it’s a lot nicer anyway. By ‘we’ I mean me. I weigh out all the ingredients while he just observes. “Are you gonna help?” I ask with a slight chuckle. “I’m actually alright just watching you,” he bites his lip after his words. “That’s creepy Montgomery.” “Hearing you say my full name turns me on,” my face goes from normal to very red. His face remains serious too, other than a smirk forming slowly. I ignore him (as much as I can) and go back to pouring the ingredient into one bowl and mixing. It only takes seconds before I feel his body directly behind mine. I feel as his fingers creep towards my waist, and his head slowly sinking to my level. I refuse to get distracted by him and continue mixing, and his lips proceed to my neck. Holy shit. He kisses it once, then twice, then an open mouth one. As he begins sucking and nibbling, my hand (as if a reflex) goes to the back of his head. I spin myself to face him. My eyes scan him as I breathe slightly heavier than usual. A few seconds of silence. “Fuck you,” is all I can whisper before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. He slides the bowl from behind me and lifts me onto the counter. Although his body is as close as it can be right now, it remains not close enough. Our tongues battle and glide through each other’s mouths. It takes no time for me to realise how much I need him. I’ve been fooling myself all this time. When I grab the bottom of his shirt, this time I remove it as fast as I can. Wow. I take a second to absorb it all it. “It’s rude to stare,” he grunts, his hands smoothing my thighs up and down slowly. I look down at them, and look back up to his eyes. The sensation going through my body was phenomenal. He hasn’t even touched me yet. I grab the top of his trousers and pull him closer to me. Starting from his lips, I lay kisses down. Across to his cheek, down to his neck, and a few down his chest. I feel his heartbeat become irregular. The most attractive thing in the moment was the very apparent wait for the okay. His eyes scan my body, just like I did, except he has nothing to admire. Me on the other hand? Wow. The only signal I can send him is by unbuckling his belt. A sort-of glow forms in his eyes before finally moving.

My thong gets dropped on the floor near by. The guilt comes from me wearing my favourite underwear today, but I now have nothing to feel guilty about. Well... not this. I want to be here. I watch as he kneels down to floor, his face opposite my heat. Desperate for his touch. The breath that left his mouth became more and more fierce as he came close and closer, before finally making contact. His mouth wraps around my clit. I send my head back and my hand pushes to the back of his head once again. “Oh shit,” I breathe out in a moan. His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling my body closer to his mouth. My moans try to remain retained, which was a lot harder than I imagined. I just moan louder and louder ad he continues eating me out. As his tongue laps all over, I already feel like letting go. Not yet. I pull him up, shutting his confused look up with my mouth on his. My hands fumble at his belt again, but his large hands stop mine in their tracks. He pulls his lips off mine, our noses still keeping contact. “I need you,” I whisper. I feel as a deep breath leaves his mouth onto mine. “Trust me, I need you. But not here,” and with that he picks me up with one arm under my knees and the other hooked under my arms. As he somehow starts carrying me up the stairs, I get caught up in the moment. “Shit it’s like we just got married,” I smile and chuckle to show I’m joking. The smirk, the eyes, the everything on his face. “I’ll marry you,” I collapse my head on his shoulder, shaking it slightly. “Fuck,” I whisper, lifting my head and pushing my lips on his when we get to the top.

Being thrown on my own bed is the single most attractive thing I’ve ever experienced. He kneels between my slightly spread legs. Sitting up, I attach my lips to his chest, kissing ball the way up to finally being back on his lips. The kiss pulls his body down onto mine. The stupid belt is finally removed and I start to pull his trousers down and off. Naked. Montgomery De La Cruz is knelt slightly in front of me putting a condom on his dick while I shuffle in under my covers. I didn’t think we’d get here. Well... not this soon. “I thought staring was creepy,” his voice speaks, low and sexy. I wish the smirk wasn’t so natural to him. Most guys do it and it’s not it at all. He does it and... “No. Saying you were fine watching me was creepy. I’m just- admiring?” I suck in my bottom lip, nibbling at it just a little for him to notice. “Okay I’ll let you off,” he throws the covers over him, his face coming extremely close to mine yet not touching. My legs, as if by reflex, spread a little more when his tip brushes against the inside of my thigh. My heart races more. “If you wanna stop just tell me,” is the only thing he could’ve said to both calm me and get me more flustered inside. I nod. He starts to enter himself inside me - quite slowly and carefully - stopping until I give him another nod. Although I’m not a virgin, the discomfort was still there a bit. I cup his face with my hand, stroking his cheek with my thumb. I trail it down to his lips where he kisses it once. He freezes inside me for a few seconds once his length is fully inside me. “Okay,” I nod, pulling his face down onto mine before he pulls out slowly to push back in. I try not to moan already. He slips his tongue into my mouth, swirling and crashing it with mine mid moan. His lips kiss down to my chin, which is when his hand lifts my leg up and out. As my breathing hitches more, nibbles go across my neck to my ear. Woah. He takes my ear lobe between his teeth, pulling it down. That’s something I’ve never felt before. “Moan for me,” pillow talk is another thing I’ve never experienced, which leads me to grunt rather loudly. Mid-moan his lips reattach themselves to mine. I let my hands grip his back. My aim was to pull him closer to me, but all I do is scratch down his back. At first I feel bad, then I hear the moan from Monty that followed. That was me done. “Fuck,” I let out in his mouth. The pace is increased more, my arms wrap around his neck - almost hugging him into me. A hand grips my waist as if to say ‘I know you’re close’. I am. I so am. Holding back was in my plans. I spread my fingers through his hair as I begin to let go. “Monty,” I squeak between our lips. A release I’ve been waiting for, with the guy I think I’ve been needing. Once again, Monty’s thrusts increase one last time, this time for his own climax. The twitch inside me finished my frenzy around him. All that was left between us was sweat and heavy breathing.

I lay, my head on his chest, with his arm thrown around me like in the movies. The fingers on our hands intertwined together in an unsolvable puzzle. Chatting as if it was normal what we just did. It is normal. It feels normal. Which is the weird thing. “When’s your mum coming home?” He asks, placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “She’s working a night shift tonight, so you can stay if you’d like,” those aren’t exactly the words I wanted to say. “I should probably go home, my dad-“ “Please stay. I want you to stay,” I stop him with the words I truly meant to stay. Imagine staying overnight with a boy? True heaven I imagine. Especially since that guy is Monty. I tilt my head up to look him in the eyes. His lips, still soft and kind, place themselves on my lips again after letting out an ‘okay’. And suddenly it’s another makeout session. I know exactly where this is going to go. I’m gonna - if I’m not already - fall too hard for Montgomery De La Cruz.

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[fallinnflower]

daily cardio

ace x reader (fluff, college!au)

a/n: i don’t go to the gym, so sorry if this isn’t accurate. also if you haven’t seen ace’s muscles,,,,,ur missing out

The gym had, surprisingly, become your happy place in college.

You had never really been into any kind of sporty activities prior to your higher education, but there was something cathartic about just going and running off all your pent up frustrations. You’d found pretty early on in your college career that running around campus just didn’t cut it; you couldn’t get in the zone enough, because all the things you wanted to get out of your head were right in front of you. That paper you couldn’t seem to think up a convincing thesis for? The class it was for was in that building just to your left. That annoying guy in your philosophy class? On his skateboard and not looking where he was going, which was right in front of you.

So, you found yourself at the gym.

It was never necessarily empty when you went, but it wasn’t overly crowded either. You usually got to use the same treadmill in the far corner for as long as you wanted, or whatever equipment you felt like trying out, and sometimes you saw a familiar face milling around. You’d become so accustomed to using the gym that by your second semester you had purposely blocked out time in your schedule just to go work out every day.

And second semester was when you met Ace.

You never really took note of the people around you in the gym. You tended to be pretty quiet, and you liked to get out of your head when you were working out, the volume up on your music and your eyes trained dead ahead outside the window. Most other people seemed to be the same, occasionally waving or saying hello, but not much more. You liked it that way.

Ace was different. He worked at the gym, usually at one of the desks, so it was his job to be welcoming and inviting. You hadn’t actually seen him working out until second semester, however —and you were a little shocked to find him just as enthusiastic in greeting you even while lifting weights. You were even more surprised at how you mirrored his enthusiasm as the semester progressed.

Two weeks into the new semester, you forgot your earbuds. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before in your time at college, but it made you dread your workout a bit, nonetheless; it was much harder to zone out when you could hear all the clanking and chatter around you.

Ironically, the frustration at yourself made you want to run it off even more, and so you felt you had no choice but to grin and bear it, just for the day.

The gym is emptier than usual when you arrive, which is a relief. You glance around and find Ace doing sit-ups — he pauses when he sees you, sitting up with his elbows on his knees, a big grin on his face.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey,” you reply, walking towards the water fountain to refill your bottle. “How’s the workout going?” It shocks you, sometimes, that you’re comfortable enough to be playful with Ace despite barely knowing him. You imagine it must just be in his nature to be sociable.

“Better, now that my gym buddy’s here,” he responds cheekily. You snort and turn to find Ace leaning on the wall beside you, his black hair falling messily into his eyes, a far cry from his usually neat style.

“Your hair’s getting all in your face,” you chide, suddenly feeling a bit like your mother as you snap one of the elastics off your wrist and hand it to him. Ace chuckles as he accepts it, his dimples on full display.

“Thanks,” he says, “I’ll get it back to you tomorrow. I know I have some… somewhere.” You can’t help but laugh as he says this, and when he ties his bangs up into a tiny ponytail above his forehead. It’s cute; makes him look like a pineapple, or one of those dogs you sometimes see with fashionable women in movies. You suddenly feel flustered, so you shrug and start walking towards your treadmill.

“No worries, I have plenty of those,” you respond, mostly just to get out of the situation. Ace calls out another thank you before going back to his routine, and you do your best to outrun the thought of you finding Ace cute.

It doesn’t work.

Ace does return your elastic the next day. Or, he sort of does, just not as a full loop. You’ve never seen him more bashful than he is as he places the limp elastic string in your palm, all the while explaining that his friend was playing with it the night before and broke it on accident. It’s all so cute that you can’t help but laugh in the middle of his apology, which leaves Ace extremely confused.

“Like I said, I have plenty,” you tell him, shrugging it off. You shove the broken elastic into your pocket to throw away later before slipping another one off your wrist to give to him.

“Here. It’s no fun working out with your hair all in your face.” Ace takes the elastic from you gently, as if it’s some great gift, and when he looks back into your eyes and smiles you almost swear he’s glowing from the inside out. Suddenly, it’s your turn to feel bashful, and you wish you had your own hair down simply to hide your burning ears from his sharp gaze.

“Have a good workout,” you chirp, before dodging around him to head to the stationary bikes along the wall. If Ace finds the exchange awkward, he doesn’t say anything about it, and you hate that your heart skips a beat when you see that this time, he’s tied his hair up into a tiny little bun.

The next day, Ace regretfully informs you that he lost your hairband somewhere in his dorm last night. It’s not a big deal, you still have a huge pack of them in your room, and he looks so apologetic you can’t even imagine not forgiving him.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, and, without thinking, reach out to rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He stiffens slightly (which gives you a preview of his biceps and holy shit) and you quickly draw your hand away to pull another elastic off your wrist.

“Anyways, here,” you say, more or less shoving it into his line of sight. “Try not to lose this one, yeah?” Unlike you, Ace rebounds quickly from any awkwardness he may have felt, flashing you a winning smile that causes butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

“I’ll do my best,” he says, giving you a mock salute that makes you chuckle. You offer him one in return with a smile you’re sure isn’t half as charming as his own before excusing yourself to your treadmill. You wish you could just run yourself right out the window when he winks at you through the mirrors on the wall.

“Why don’t you ever lift weights?” He asks as you’re leaving. It catches you off guard, since the two of you usually don’t talk at the end of a workout; Ace is usually still in the middle of his own routine or down the hall working his desk shift. Today, however, Ace falls into step beside you as you leave the gym. You shift your bag on your shoulder and try to think of a reply that doesn’t make you sound like a total wimp.

“I guess I’m just scared of, like, hurting myself? I’m pretty clumsy.” Ace laughs at that, holding the door open for you.

“You just need to know your limits,” he says, and you shrug, wondering if he’ll just drop the subject; after all, the point at which the two of you should be branching off in different directions is coming up. Instead of just bidding you goodbye, Ace comes to a halt where he should be taking a turn, and turns to you.

“How about I spot you tomorrow? Think of it as payback for the hair-ties.” He says, and you want to tell him it’s really no big deal — and yet, you’re kind of curious. And it might be nice, you think, to learn how to lift weights and tone your arms a little. You bite the inside of you cheek, only looking up from your shoes when you notice Ace’s shadow coming closer. His eyes are dark but soft, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“I promise you won’t get hurt.” You press your lips together in a thin line before letting out a soft laugh,

“Okay, sure. Why not?” Ace beams.

“Great!” He says, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Have a good night, Y/N!” With that, he turns around and goes down the corridor, disappearing around the corner. Once he’s out of sight, you slap your palm against your forehead, sighing. What is it about him that makes you so stupid? At this rate you’re going to drop a weight on your foot and won’t be able to go to the gym at all.

The next day Ace bounds up to you the second you walk through the gym doors, a huge grin lighting up his face. It makes you more than a little nervous, because you’re already pretty sure you’re gonna have sweaty palms and drop the weights, or end up staring at his arms or something. Maybe both.

“Hey! Ready for today?” He chirps, and you chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“As I’ll ever be.” Ace follows you as you go to fill your water bottle up, nudging you with his elbow gently.

“It’ll be fine. And if something does happen — which it won’t! — I’ll take full responsibility.” You simply roll your eyes as you twist the cap back onto your bottle.

“Whatever you say, Ace. Just lead the way, let’s get this over with.” Ace laughs and slings an arm across your shoulders, and you swear you can’t feel your knees as you’re walking. You watch as he begins setting things up got you, humming to himself, and wipe your palms against your thighs. Suddenly you realize he still has the elastic you gave him the day before around his wrist, and a smile breaks across your face.

“Hey, you didn’t lose it,” you say, nodding towards it. Ace glances at you through the mirror along the wall and laughs, but you can’t help but feel that it sounds forced. Before you can ask if everything is alright, he’s looked away again,

“Ah, yeah. Told you I’d keep it safe.” He stands up and turns to face you, a grin plastered to his face. “I figured we’d start with some stretches, then just go with the lowest weights in the room. Just in case.” You nod, feeling nervous all over again, but you nod and move to stand beside him.

You follow all his instructions as far as stretching goes, doing your best to mimic his posture and listening to his tips as far as weightlifting goes. Once stretching is done, he passes you a set of hand weights. Ace stands beside you, lifting his own (much larger) weights to demonstrate what you should be doing, and you do your best to mimic him; you can’t help but laugh when you glimpse yourself in the reflection. He looks back at you, confused, and you meet his gaze.

“I feel like an old woman following a workout DVD.” You’re glad when Ace laughs, because it disperses what little tension seemed to be lingering between the two of you.

“Well, I can assure you you don’t look like an old lady.” You roll your eyes, but you can feel a blush creeping along your cheeks and do your best to ignore it, focusing on the rhythm of lifting the weights. You just can’t tell if Ace is flirting with you on purpose or not, because part of it seems so natural for him it’s just hard to say.

You really do your best to just let yourself fall back into the routine, but you can’t help but get distracted by the sight of Ace’s biceps in your peripheral vision (did he have to wear a sleeveless shirt? Really?). At best, you just hope you aren’t being too obvious when it happens. In an effort to get yourself back on track, you spare a glance at the clock, only to realize it’s close to the time you have to leave; it’s group project season, after all, and you’re group-mates could only meet in the middle of your gym session, apparently. As much as you want to stay, you know you need to go now if you want to shower and eat dinner before meeting with them, and so you turn to Ace and clear your throat.

“I should get going soon, I have a meeting.” You think you might imagine the look of disappointment that flashes across his face, since it’s soon replaced by his usual carefree smile.

“Oh, sure. Let me show you where the weights go.”

To your surprise, Ace leaves the gym with you again, even though you’re pretty sure he wasn't even done with his own reps yet. The two of you reach the same branching off point as the day before, and he comes to a halt once again. You turn to face him, smiling,

“Thanks for teaching me to lift weights. I’ll be buff in no time.” Ace manages a little laugh, and you notice as he’s looking down at his feet that he tied his hair up at some point.

“No problem,” he says, eyes flitting up to meet yours for a moment. You clear your throat lightly and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow—” Before you can leave, however, Ace pulls at your wrist, holding you in place. You turn back around, your hand slipping into his, but he refuses to look in your eyes. You feel the sudden, overwhelming need to lighten the mood, so you force a smile on your face.

“Do you need another hairtie? You could rock some pigtails.”

“No,” he says, very quickly. You almost worry that you’ve offended him with how sharp his tone is, and you attempt to lean down and look in his eyes.

“Ace,” you start, and he stiffens a bit. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I… I just have something I need to tell you.” He looks up just long enough to see you nod, then takes a deep breath, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as if he’s trying to steel his nerves. You can’t help but get nervous at his behavior — you’ve literally never seen him look so upset.

“I didn’t actually lose your other hair-tie.” You furrow your brows, wondering why on earth something as simple as that would make him act so nervous.

“Okay?” You laugh, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze of your own just so he’ll look up at you again. “I’m not made or anything, it’s just a hair-tie.” Ace lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head,

“Ahh, I know, it’s not that, it’s… it’s just that I’ve had my own hair-ties this whole time, I just never used them.” You wonder how that’s supposed to clear any of this up, because you just feel more confused, but before you can ask Ace is hurriedly continuing his explanation.

“I only used yours because I wanted an excuse to talk to you. You’re always wearing your headphones, so that one day you didn’t I just decided to go for it. I know it was kind of stupid, but I feel bad about lying to you and taking your stuff just because I was being a chicken.” He’s too busy avoiding your gaze to notice the smile on your face, and maybe it’s for the best because you’re both flustered by and insanely endeared to him at that moment.

“Well,” you say, drawing the word out. Ace looks up at you, brows furrowed, and you can’t help the cheeky grin on your face. “I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You almost feel bad about how genuinely startled he seems, and you can’t help but laugh when he suddenly starts stuttering about buying you more hair-ties to replace the ones he took. You let him babble on for a little bit, finding him extremely cute in that moment, but you soon decide you should put an end to his nerves.

“Ace,” you interrupt, and he startles like a deer in headlights. You squeeze his hand again and lean in closer, watching as he starts to turn red, “This is the part where you ask me on a date.” Ace lets out a laugh, a huge, heart-stopping smile on his face despite the blush on his cheeks.

“In that case, how does chicken sound? This Saturday?”

“That sounds perfect,” you reply, then slip your hand out of his only to hold it out in front of him. Even when he looks disappointed it’s attractive, you note, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“Give me your phone,” you explain, and he turns a little red again as he fishes it out of his pocket and navigates to the new contact screen before passing it off to you. You put your number in for him before passing it back.

“See you tomorrow?” You ask, playfully. When Ace meets your gaze there’s a twinkle in his eyes, a soft smile on his face. His hair is still up in the pineapple ponytail, and you feel your heart flutter.

“Yeah,” he replies, breathlessly. “See you tomorrow.”

With that, the two of you head your separate ways, but you aren’t even out of the building before you feel your phone buzz in your pocket with an incoming text. You bite down on your lip, unable to keep the smile off of your face.

You really do love the gym, and now you have an extra-cute reason to love it even more.

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[hozukitofu]

the kids are doing espionage

He would like to preface everything by a singly stated -

It was Qing's idea.

He is only a simple tech boy, a robotic engineering undergrad, someone who just wants to corrupt enough of the capitalistic system and its funds to fund his recycling robot, to delete the littering problems around campus.

The facts that he happens to know like one bad form of martial arts and by virtue of being a robotics student, great with tools and improvised weapon creation, are irrelevant. Besides the point.

But Qing is deep down, within that core of his questionably existing heart, an opportunist - an investor of assets. She sees potential, she invests in it. That's always how it goes.

Zizhen is eating, simply existing, thinking about robots and redeeming himself at a round of chess with uncle Shao when Qing barges into his absolutely mundane life, waving a USB stick in front of his nose, crowing about how she cracked the capitalism code.

Normally he would care.

"That's great, cool, jie, but -" he doesn't even have time to bat the excited blonde away before a proposition is coerced into his food.

"You! Wanna be an anti-government agent?"

Zizhen almost drops his fork.

"I'm sorry," he blinks, not even bothering with his food any longer because his appetite had taken a nose dive out the processing plants by the back of the college. "What. Did you just say?"

Qing was going to elaborate, but he doesn't let her.

"No, it was rhetorical - jie! I'm not becoming your agent for hire! I'm too soft for killing people!" He denies, vehemently, because look at him! He wears clothes that have to oblige by fluffy and big standard, and his hair cannot be let loose outside of the house if it isn’t wavy and bouncy. 

Doctor Wei calls him marshmallow unironically, on top of Romantic Guy, with debatable nuances under the friendly moniker because that’s his life goal, to be as soft and sweet as humanly possible. He is only someone who strives to dismantle the system in the ways he clumsily knows how to, but he always goes back to helping people at the end of the day. 

Becoming a hitman for hire is never something he would consider, or ever would. 

Qing badgered and wheedled, bombarded him with the benefits, the sheer overwhelming scale of everything good and pure tipping and burying onto his side of the balancing plates, to which he avoids, like one would, if a pack of mosquitoes with malaria starts heading your way. He had blended into the crowd. Worn disguises to avoid this woman's hawkish eyesight. Climbed out a window to avoid persecution and inevitable screeching. Legitimately broke into a dead sprint across the canteen as soon as he spotted Song-Xiao Qing looking for him.

One of these days she will catch up to him, and she will skin him alive, but not today. He weaves around busy college students arriving and leaving their lecture halls, his long arms tucked closely to his chest so that nobody snags them off him. It is a laborious chase that she incurred onto his person, and he dreads the reality where she finally hacks into a computer somewhere and puts a tracker onto him so that she can be two steps ahead of him and then she can beat him into the ground on the basis of him avoiding her like she will personally break all of his robots inside and out.

"Ouyang Zizhen!" He hears a death roar, and runs faster.

Gotta put that threefold authentication code into all of his login devices so that the two steps pre-planning stage doesn't happen. Yes. But run first.

-

He’s fallen asleep across a horizontal surface - he’s pretty sure that this is the first horizontal surface his eyes park on and his brain immediately decreed that We’re napping. Now. ASAP pronto LOL.

He comes back to the world of living when he is toed awake by a person, voice vaguely threatening and familiar to his ears -

“Ouyang. Ouyang.”

“Noo,” he whines, thinking it to be his father. “Dad I have the day off.”

“Zizhen. You will wake up or I will walk all over your face. Your choice, sweet guy.”

He sits up, immediately awake.

Look, he’s a coward. He has high sensors in-built to detect approaching danger to his person. It’s how he made it beyond high school to go where he does now. It’s nothing to be proud of - surviving, just barely, in this cutthroat world is a goddamn miracle, if he has to say so himself. So what if he’s a coward. He’s still alive. That’s what matters.

Also he has a feeling that if he had keep on sleeping, he will open his eyes in the next life, as a bug. Because he had been horrifically murdered in this life and that death was so bad that a bug’s body is the only viable and painless reincarnation the gods deem fitting for little poor him.

“I’m up,” he wheezes, vertigo slamming onto his head. “I’m physically with you but my brain had just taken a holiday. Please allow it some time to return.”

“I don’t need your brain for this,” Qing beams at him, mouth spreading in a Joker-ish feral look. “I’ve got a favour to ask.”

I’ve got a favour to ask sounds exactly like those questions that ask you for something but if you deny, you will die on sight. 

The way his upperclassman is smiling at him gives him all the answers he has. 

“What,” he grouses, mouth twisting, pulling his hoodie even more over his forehead and eyes, covering the majority of his freckles. They’re still here despite the lack of hours he spends in active avoidance of the sun and the majority of this goddamn school hates the sight of freckles like they’re something contagious so his instincts mostly had been ‘cover up’.

“Someone took something from me and I need a boy to get it back for Yours Truly,” she smiles, still feral and not the least friendly.

He squints suspiciously at her. “Why a boy. Is this hard even for you, lawbreaker extraordinaire?”

“I need a boy, you stupid robot builder,” she rolls her eyes, throwing a hairband onto the table in front of him. “Because someone from Gusu took my things and on virtue of me being a woman, I can’t enter without the security shooting me on sight.”

He groans out loud and slumps even further onto the table, hoping to become one with the recycled plastic. 

“I don’t even go there. They’ll shoot me on sight too. They have stun guns -”

She cuts him up, retying her space buns. He lets out a huff of hysterical air and rethinks back to every wrong decision he had ever taken in this life. 

“Which they’re not allowed to use on trespassers, chill. Listen, how you get it isn’t my problem. Get me the thing and I’ll squander all the favours you owe me.”

This sparks his interest. A-Qing is stingy. The stingiest person he has the misfortune of ever running across. She studies economics. She lives on cash alone. Just. Cash. She hoards money and favours and then harvests them like produce of her questionable farm.

Ouyang Zizhen owes Qing a lot of money for the completion of his robotics projects and the launch of his career as a junior lab assistant to the research team of the mechanical engineering department. She did all that, knowing that her investments were wise, and she constantly lords the favour over his head.

It sounds great, to get rid of one Song-Xiao Qing infinitely, but he can’t help but wonder if the catch, beyond You’ll die if you trespass Gusu like the absolute moron that you are. This sounds like it’s much more than just a suicide run. It sounds more like...a test? Of sorts? 

“All the favours?” He looks up, hood slipping, his freckles all in glorious sight and judging his upperclassman. “Are you sure?”

Qing-jie grins at him, looking every bit like the crook she is. “Are you?” 

“Heck, yes, why do you even ask. But I feel like you’re betting too much on this. How do you know if I’ll come back for you to squander all your favours for me? Seems fishy.”

“You’ll come back,” she waves him away. “I wouldn’t swear on it if I’m not sure. So, what of it, marshmallow? You want in?”

He can’t say no anyways. “You know I can’t say no,” he scowls, and refuses to shake her hand. “If I don’t come back, tell my father to take all my robots. And burn me paper money.”

Qing cackles right at his face. “You’re exaggerating, kid. It’ll be fine. I swear on it.”

“Your words are all lies anyways! Shut up!”

-

Research on how to get into Gusu? Actually kinda fun.

Actually sneaking into Gusu unscathed? Less fun. Bordering on traumatic.

Technically he knows the blueprints. Technically he knows that the scanning gates at the southern entry can fit an entire person if they just, like, lie down and limbo through the gaps of the plastic closing gates. Technically eight twenty-seven in the night is the time gap that he can safely limbo through without getting zapped by a stun gun. Technically from here he can just jog to the international student’s dorm and scale to the second floor, open the window fourth from the right, slide in, get the thing from under the desk, get out the way he did before, go home, change his name, get plastic surgery, genetically rewrite his fingerprints and DNA makeup, move back to Baling, call it quits.

Technically he knows all of this, but he had just slid through a scanning gate and his heart is trying to punch out of his own ribs. He’s wheezing as if he climbed up a mountain twice for no reason at all. None of this makes sense. Why is he here. He should go home. There’s still time. Father will be tired and disappointed but when is he not. 

No, his brain, traitorous, but also wanting to get rid of the human leech Song-Xiao Qing, mutters. No we will get back that bundle for Her Highness and then leave her presence indefinitely. That’s what we’ll do. 

He swings his feet, nothing short of Spiderman, into the intended room, huffing as it wastes him no effort. 

Too easy. Smells exactly like a trap.

It’s nearly curfew, except that people haven’t been rushing back through the easy way in, because he saw people coming out and they pretended to not see him as he came in. Are they stupid. Are they not going to come back for roll call and suffer the wrath of Lan Qiren? Or worse, He Who Must Not Be Named.

He reaches for the bundle, stuffs it under his hoodie, and prepares for take off, when a door swing open and someone walks in, without turning the lights on. 

His danger alarms not only went off, but into overtime and exhaustive underpaid labour. 

“Ouyang?” He hears, hissed in the dark. 

He should have covered his face, because wow he didn’t think he was that popular outside of his own robotics class for setting off that fire alarm back in first year. But. He is digressing from this imminent danger! This voice. That sounds distinctly similar.

“Do we know each other?” He hisses, crouching back in a Spongebob stance, eyes narrowed at the boy in the cats-covered face mask. He can’t make a run for it here but he can try for the knee caps. 

“Yes. Oh my god, yes,” the person pulls his face mask down and lo and behold, it’s -

“Lan? Lan Jingyi?” He gapes, while sidestepping a stray tennis ball lobbing at his head. “Why are you here?” 

Jingyi shoots back at him - “I go here. Why are you here?”

He throws up one hand, the other preoccupied with the bundle - “Qing-jie!”

“Bad answer, but expected,” Jingyi tuts his tongue, and shoves him out of the way. “You don’t seem the type to engage in trespass and theft.”

“Ha ha, pot calling the kettle black,” he sneers back, tracing back his steps. “Why are you here here. I know you go here, but this isn’t your room. Or anyone else’s room that you are affiliated with. It’s the international student wing. You never answered my question.”

He would not receive any answers because there are footsteps, grave and reverent footsteps, that bring pandemonium outside the corridor and Jingyi, not even thinking twice, shoves him into a wardrobe, finger on his lips.

“Quiet,” the boy hisses. “And when he’s gone, you can scram.”

Zizhen thinks that is the end of it, but somehow his bundle! Had gone missing from under his hoodie! When! And how!

“Lan, give that back!” He hisses, almost lunging and falling out of the closet. Jingyi shushes him even louder, forcing the doors to close in on his nose and shoes.

He grabs onto a wrist, clinging onto the arm stubbornly. Jingyi jostles his shoulder violently like he’s got himself a human-sized limpet that won’t let go and he elects to kicking it back to the depth of the closet, telling him to ‘stay put, come on, don’t make this harder for us’.

Zizhen is shoved back into the darkness of a small enclosed space with hangers falling onto his head and clothes dropping onto his shoulders. The tracking sticker he placed on his fingertip had migrated from him to the inside of Lan Jingyi’s hoodie. Now he waits.

There is a polite knock - because that’s Lans for you, polite even in walking and knocking. 

Jingyi answers the door with a soft - “Hello, uncle.”

For a moment Zizhen thought he actually screwed up and somehow stumbled head first into Lan Qiren of all people on the night he attempted trespass and theft, but he listens some more, waiting for the dulcet tones of disapproval that the Lan Headmaster is so famed for dishing out at his relatives slash pupils.

“Jingyi,” he hears, and. Well.

This is worse than Lan Qiren. Somehow he had messed up even worse than Lan Qiren.

Lan Wangji, the Hanguang-Jun, is in the same room as him. The professor reliable for dishing out punishments at Gusu. The resting disappointed man. Doctor Wei’s long-term crush and object of pursuit. He’s caught. He’s gone. They’re going to string his corpse like a disappointing sight from here so that all across the country, people can see what happens when idiot college boys who sneak into prestigious Gusu get as a punishment. 

He is suddenly religious. He asks for protection from the Buddha to the corner ghost to the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. 

“I suggest you return to your own dorm,” Lan Wangji gravely - and flatly - informs Lan Jingyi. “Unless you want to introduce me to your friend?”

Lan Jingyi, for someone doing a theatre degree, is woefully awful at lying. He starts laughing hysterically and like a bloody hyena under noise suppression and the target of at least twenty stun guns and he’s lost all sense of control so now his fight or flight response is to laugh. 

Ouyang Zizhen regrets not leaving his father with a dying letter. It’ll be awful and humiliating to find him as a human flag on the top of Gusu’s flagpole. 

“What friend, Uncle Wangji? It’s only me here!” Jingyi hacks out hysterically, as footsteps start heading his way, purposeful and brisk.

There goes living through tonight then. 

“Hmn, what’s in the closet, Jingyi?” Hanguang-Jun asks, as the doors of the wardrobe rattle and -

promptly stop. 

Jingyi, because he’s panicking and somehow is still the greatest and most shocking improvised line under possibly murderous circumstances, blurts out, completely and utterly from nowhere.

“That closet is fine. It has no one in it! Well, not me anymore!”

Zizhen can barely swallow down the wheeze that tries to climb its way out of his nose because what. 

To his credit though, Lan Wangji stops his advance onto his hiding place, and promptly takes Lan Jingyi out of the room, so he hopes that he’s not being thrashed thoroughly for well, being gay, but in keeping it and using it as a distraction tactic on their Hanguang-Jun.

Zizhen quickly kicks the doors open and tumbles out, sliding the window up and climbing out, his watch telling him dimly that he has two more minutes before curfew comes and security tightens. He would check on Lan, but he’ll be fine. Hanguang-Jun isn’t a blind rule follower as the people make him out to be - by people, he meant just Doctor Wei, who went through a period of time in his life actively cursing and mooning over Lan Wangji, and it’s entertaining and just embarrassing to bear witness to. No. Bad memories. Let’s forget that and go back and report to Qing-jie.

He’s going to start breaking ankles the next time Lan Yuan asks for a big hang out.

-

“He took the bundle from you? Without touching you?”

“I snuck in the death place for that stupid bundle and that’s all you cared about?”

“Damn Lan. Anyways, good job, it’s fine, I’m seeing the golden trio in, like, ten hours. We can haggle the bundle back.”

He hears this, but he also has the tracker sticker. Does it work? Does it not work? Unclear. He’s not too sure. He hasn’t been doing this illegal theft and tracking gig for long. He lets Qing-jie and her favours reinstate themselves as constant reminders in his life as he stumbles back to his laptop and kick starts it to see how he’s going to not set a hoodie and a person on fire. 

-

The good news is Lan Jingyi and his Lan Approved Hoodie will not be catching on fire.

The even better news is that he can get rid of Song-Xiao Qing for life now, because he knows where the package is.

The bad news is that the package is in Jin Rulan’s home. His room, to be specific.

Okay, so maybe he met Jin Rulan a few times when he went to archery tournaments to cheer on Lan Yuan, a friend but also practicing archer to become as great as Wen Ning, Olympic-level archer. Maybe he and Jin Rulan had gotten into a few arguments over pointless things in the past, like all stupid middle schoolers do. The point is that since his friend is a friend of Rulan, he has the honour of being flung at, in the face, with the address of his sizable family manor, because Jin Rulan can and will, with no preamble or social niceties, and so now Zizhen knows where he lives.

Not that a simple Google search wouldn’t tell him which place this is, but being reminded with Jin Rulan, a runt then, probably a runt now, he hasn’t seen the kid in like, two years. A-Yuan doesn’t want him to start testing his robots on real life people and everyone who had ever interacted with Zizhen knows who’s first on his list to be humanly pitted (sorry, tested) against his robots. 

He bikes to the manor, easily buzzes his way in with a screwdriver and some tinkling with the system, and strolls right through the front door.

He did do research before this. Everyone’s out. Jin Rulan is out. He’ll just take the bundle and leave, and they don’t have to talk about it anymo -

Lan Jingyi tackles him to the floor from behind the door to Jin Rulan’s room, with a distant bark of a guard dog and Jin Rulan’s dulcet tones shrieking the heavens, hard, so that his dead ancestors can rise as zombies in the night and slap Zizhen back to Baling.

“How is he here?” He can hear Rulan yelling distinctly, as he grapples with Jingyi and rips the sticker cleanly from under his sleeve. 

Jingyi and him get along okay. When A-Yuan wants people to wait for him after guqin recitals, he has Zizhen and Jingyi wait for him, and they play jianzi as they quiz each other on class things they should know, bickering back and forth. They played soccer together a few times, and Jingyi’s good - Jingyi’s training to be in the under 20′s representative Asian Games in a few months. They get along fine. They love literature and art. Zizhen doesn’t want to set a short-circuiting robot onto him. 

Literally there is no reason for Jingyi to wrestle him to the ground like this outside of the context of a soccer match.

“You found us, how,” Jingyi demands, frowning. “Did you put a tracker on me?”

He huffs, bunching up his knees and kicking up, before rolling away with the bundle. “I will neither confirm or deny your accusations. Goodbye.”

Rulan is at the window, slamming it shut, and holding out a hand, snarling rabidly at him. The scuffle he was tackled into had knocked over metal plates and car parts all over the floor, everything looks like it’s a disaster zone, if he was at home then Father would have lost it. The shining mistress of the Jin family snarls at him, forcing him to step away from the window with the sight of his sharp canines alone, eyes narrowing at him and his bundle.

“Give that over,” he frowns. “And then you can scram.”

“I broke into your house to get it back,” he stresses, with hysterical stress. “No.”

“No can’t do, Ouyang,” Jingyi’s voice drifts to him, as his wrist is seized. “We need it.”

“And Qing-jie needs it, but none of y’all are telling me what you need it for -”

The door eases open with a loud creak, like a bow on an erhu string gone wrong, and both boys might as well have screamed in his face because the expressions on their faces are thunderous. 

“Uncle!” Jingyi squeaks. 

“Uncle!” Rulan also yips, stepping away from the window, and coming over to -

Oh my god he needs to scream.

Doctor Wei and Hanguang-Jun are at the door, brows raised in vague interest at the war zone spilling out all over their socked feet, Doctor Wei humming interestedly at their thunderstruck and mutually devastated faces. 

Jin Rulan is almost the same height as his uncle but he’s looking as if somebody ran over his finessed bow. He and Jingyi, who unhands Zizhen quickly, are both standing and arms splaying, kicking and shifting so that the mess of robot parts are somewhat not so obviously sprawling all over the floor.

“A-Zhen!” Doctor Wei beams, and proceeds to squeeze him in a hug until he dies, stuffing his face into a shirtfront with too much Versace sprayed all over it. “You didn’t say you were friends with the kids!”

“We don’t know each other,” he squeezes out, gasping as he’s released.

“Not a friend,” Rulan vehemently denies.

Lan Wangji lifts two unimpressed eyebrows. Rulan swallows back whatever else he was meant to say.

“Occasionally a friend?” Jingyi amends.

He turns and gripes at the Lan boy - “How can someone be occasionally a friend, you lump of spineless potato?”

“His insults are creative,” Doctor Wei notes, half way between an explanation and a praise. “Listen, kids -”

He then gets cut off by Jingyi and Rulan, talking not only over each other, but in synching fragmented sentences. 

Jingyi  “Uncles, we’re going to pack this up, we know you need the house for guests to come over -”

“ - and we will introduce you and acquaint everyone, but this guy needs to hand over his things first and then everyone can go,” Rulan finishes, hand still reaching out to Zizhen and his bundle.

He tries to step away, but two much taller men - Lan Wangji and Doctor Wei, are in his way, benevolently smiling and stoically staring down at him, and he feels his resolve crumbling. In fear, but also they are educators and they’ve perfectly polished the I’m not angry at you, I’m just disappointed and very very sad. 

“Sounds like a party in here,” he hears the dreaded singsong, the sound of the dead coming to collect his soul and putting him through all the levels of hell.

Song-Xiao Qing pokes her head around Lan Wangji’s elbow and beams at him. “Oh you’re here! I thought I had to call for you! You made my job so easy, marshmallow boy.”

“Uh,” he’s still being held captive by Doctor Wei. “Please. Explain.”

Lan Yuan finally emerges, serene, beautiful, refreshing and soft-spoken. 

“Many apologies for my family’s treatment of you, Zizhen-xiong. Would you like some tea?”

-

The gist of it is this -

It was a test. And his gut feelings were correct.

And the test was Would Ouyang Zizhen Make Good Agent. Apparently he passed, because nobody expected him to pursue the bundle all the way to the Jin Manor, along with wrestling with Jingyi so fiercely. 

“You -” he looks at Qing-jie, who is sipping chrysanthemum tea so calmly, as if she hadn’t led him on some wild goose chase. “I actually have no words. That was very clever.”

“I have words,” Jin Rulan, apparently part of whatever the hell this is too, whinges from his post at the arm of Lan Wangji’s chair. “Why him?” 

“What, besides the obvious?” Jingyi looks at his friend. “He held me off, and snuck into Gusu. Like, impressive?”

“The sticker was a nice touch,” Qing-jie notes. “Although we did make it easy on ya.”

“He’s calm,” A-Yuan smiles at him. “You’re very calm, even though you opposed to this vehemently.”

He gestures broadly, to Everyone Present. “I can’t exactly freak out before this peanut gallery. I want to live past 5 pm today. I have an aunt’s dinner I have to go to. I can’t die before that.”

A-Yuan shrugs like that’s a good answer. It is. He knows. He has a few fire-breathing aunts himself.

“So,” someone prompts. “About this -”

“The answer is still no,” he looks over specifically at Qing-jie, who he knows no doubt will be sending him on more of these trips.

“You did good though,” Jingyi notes. “Considering that you improv like, 9 out of 10 things.”

“Well excuse me for being new at this stuff, how am I supposed to -” he stops his snapping tone as a familiar face walks by, blinking widely as the entourage of idiots who may or may not are influencing a youth in joining the forces to lawbreaking. How is Hanguang-Jun in the middle of this, he just wants to talk. He swallows his caustic words, and cautions a wave to the boy. “Hey, A-Song.”

A-Song bows back to everyone. “Zizhen-xiong -”

“Calling me gege is fine, sheesh, this kid -”

“I’ll see you at tutoring, gege,” A-Song, Jin Rusong, literally the sweetest kid ever, smiles back politely, before he retreats back to where he has to go back to, leaving their Idiot Entourage to their own.

“You know my cousin?” Rulan quirks a judgemental eyebrow. 

“Yes,” he replies, tersely. “Can you not pay attention? He said tutoring. I tutor him. Shut up, I’m only mean to you because you’ve an awful personality.”

Nobody is sure who laughed but there is a ripple of a muffled laugh as Rulan screeches that I’ll have your head, Ouyang! 

“Our deal is off,” Qing-jie snaps her fingers before his face. “You can go now.”

“Just like that?” He squints, suspicious. “No forcing?”

“No forcing,” Doctor Wei smiles, the same Jiang-Wei smile that put the cardiac arrest in people’s hearts. People being undergraduates. “We’ll win you over one of these days,” Doctor Wei slaps a fist to a palm. “Our doors are always open for you to join, A-Zhen.”

Lan Wangji levels a stare at him. “Hmn.”

He’s not quite sure how Doctor Wei isn’t freaking out in the presence of his beloved Lan-er gege but he’s not going to ask or go there. He has a dinner to go to.

“Well,” he stands, and bows, because he still has manners. “I’ll be taking my leave?”

“I’ll see you off,” Doctor Wei also stands, turning to the four idiot monkeys first. “Here ya go, kids. Don’t be playing hot potato with that now.”

It’s then that he realises that his bundle is gone, yet again, and Doctor Wei had only hugged him once.

“Shall we go?” The Doctor’s eye glints, and he wants to bolt out the door.

-

“How are you a part of this too?” He hisses to the Good Doctor, the top medical examiner of the goddamn country and youngest biology professor in his college, as he is shown out. 

“I’ll tell you when you join,” is the cryptic answer he gets, as the doors close behind him. 

Tell me, his Kermit brain says. But then you’ll have to join, his rational robotics brain whispers back.

Zizhen elects to just scream at the door and turns on his heels marching out.

The nerve of some people! 

#mdzs #future fic #modern college AU #ouyang zizhen #lan jingyi #a-qing #jin ling #lan sizhui #jin rusong #lan wangji #wei wuxian #there is a universe where people fear lwj more than lan qiren #it is here #spy AU #this is so stupid please love it for me

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Tears and Bruises (Lams fanfic)

Based on one of @thecatinatux lovely fanarts of Lams: Jock!Alexander and Nerd! John

John POV

Just another typical Friday late afternoon when all the high schools are barely letting their students out. Some are happy just going inside their friends’ car and driving to who knows where. Well happily Spring Break has finally arrived and I’ll be able to spend time with him, my boyfriend. The one and only Alexander Hamilton who has kept me pretty safe at school. Though he can be a bit too overprotective of me especially toward Jefferson who is constantly flirting with me. I pay no to him since Alexander is the only one for me. Sometimes I get worried when he would get into fights with other seniors. Which is one of those days where I saw my boyfriend cover in multiple bruises? One certain bruise tugged my heart the most which a black eye barely forming on his face. Gasping in shock reasonable before pulling him inside to my apartment. Seeing a few noticeable bruises on both cheeks and a few cuts on his shoulders and arms.

Quickly scattering for the first aid kit from the bathroom with a few tears nearly flooding my face. My boyfriend doesn’t say anything but stays silent. While sitting on the toilet where I gently clean some of the cuts on his body. I couldn’t look at him in the eyes or else I’ll be bursting into tears. Knowing fully well is when I was the cause of Alexander of getting into fights. You see since I’m a nerd which equal to be getting bully by the jocks that lead to Hamilton getting into full-on fist brawl with them. I know that Alexander is only protecting me but I couldn’t help but feel the guilt and shame that he goes through. The dark thoughts were composing my mind and I believe all those words that started to taunt me nonstop.

This is your fault!! You let Alexander get hurt again!!!

Why must you be a nerd?! You’re constantly getting your boyfriend in trouble!!!

You’re not even worth it to him. He just using you to get lay

After aiding his bruises and cuts I book it to my bedroom in this tiny apartment. Hamilton gave a small chase, I nearly the shut them down in his face. But my boyfriend is a stubborn mule he is refusing to let me close the door. Instead, he pushes the door out of my hands before pulling me into his arms. The tears were finally invading my face I began sobbing against Alex’s chest. I don’t remember much about rather down raining the waterworks for who knows who long. I just felt my boyfriend comforting me as he stroke my hair and rub my cheek. Letting out a few sniffles before calming myself down. Finally gaining the courage to stare at him in the eyes as he gave a weak and guilty smile. This was rather new since he usually still be angry or be pouting as I attended the usually minor bruising from and there. But this expression on Alexander's face is something I’ll never believe seeing till this day. Before saying a single word to me I felt his lips pressing against my forehead which causes me to blush. As always since Alex likes to give me attention.

“I’m sorry, baby boy...I didn’t mean to make you cry” He said

Shaking my head lightly before touching his cheek lightly while kissing him on the lips. It was a short but passionate kiss until Alexander looks away in shame. I know this fool is gonna blame himself for this incident. I know my boyfriend can be stubborn, an angry gremlin, sometimes an idiot. Though he is my idiot as Alex love me as nobody has ever loved me before. Not even after my ex-boyfriend since it ended on the bad terms not to mention my conservative father. He was always rough and strict with during childhood and has kicked me out after coming out of the closet. Which is why I live in this apartment alone by myself for the time being until I met Alex. One of the best people that has ever entire into my life. I cupped his face while he still looks away from me in shame which the regret I can scent from me.

“You need to stop fighting for me” I plead

“I can’t let them make fun of you, Baby”  Alex replied

Oh Alexander, always being so considerate for me and the others. Knowing this fool would do anything to protect his friends and family. Knowing fully well from the past he told that Alex’s would get into a bunch of fights. Very graphic violent fights that he never told me in full details. Holding both of his hands while leaning against him. Wiping a few tears away before giving me a quick peck on the lips as we continue holding hands. I’m not sure what I can do about my boyfriend getting into violent fights. I’m sure , know well that my boyfriend regrets getting these fights since he’s trying to stop fighting. He’s still learning since now my lover only ignore or just give a short response to the bullies or his enemies.  It’s been difficult for him to adjust to his attitude but at least he’s trying to learn just for me.

Lightly rubbing his cheek while kissing his entire face in order to comfort him.  Slowly I sat on his lap before holding his head onto my chest. Alexander let out a sob gasp but I usher him and comforted him. It’s now my turn to comfort my lover just as he comforted during my shed of tears. Alexander began crying a little onto my chest which lasted about ten minutes as I kiss his tears away. Slowly began kissing his neck for switching the position as I laid on the bed. Never realizing he took my hairband off and took off my glasses and set them aside on my nightstand. Placing his bruise lips onto my own chap lips while sharing a few soft kisses. Until it has gotten a bit heated makeout session. This moment is too good to end but there's a thing called breathing. Breaking the kiss as Alexander stare deeply into my eyes as I was blushing profusely.

“Jackie, I know that I’m not the perfect boyfriend material for you. I wish that I could harder on my attitude not to get into any fights. When someone insults me or my work ethic that finds. They can pick on me all they want. But, I’ll be damned if anyone else ever lay a single finger on you. I wouldn’t know what I do if I ever saw anyone hurting you. You’re my entire world, baby. And, I can’t imagine a single day without you. Jackie. I...I love you. ”  Alexander confess

Lightly gasp but I smile at him as I cupped his face with a warm smile as I gaze into his dark brown eyes with my hazel emerald. I never thought I would hear him confess his dying love for me. I was afraid he never truly love but seeing his comforting me, crying in regrets, and protecting from my bullies. I couldn’t be more wrong than before. I wanted to cry for joy as my heart it was soaring through the skies like a rocket.

“Alex, for my entire life I was so sure that I never wanted to fall in love again. After my toxic and disastrous relationship...I thought romance is nothing more than a lied. Until when you first came to my rescue. I constantly argue myself about my feelings for you...in the end, I fell in love with you.  I love you cause you treated me as a human being and cherish for I am. And, I’ll always love you even though you can be a bit stubborn and idiot but that’s what I love you.” I confess myself

Sharing one last kiss before my handsome boyfriend decided to take my left hand with his so. Never once in a million have I ever dream this experience. Alexander pulls out the most beautiful ring, a silver ring with an emerald embedded in the middle. I..I couldn’t even speak at the moment. Neither did he while he began stuttering while tripping over his words. Placing the jewelry on my ring finger ...without a second I tackle him down on the ground while hugging him tightly as I responded

“Yes!”

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Playdate

(y’all better read this while listening to Playdate, Cherish ^^) 

Summary: Baekhyun and you having a theme park date and now walking towards one of the many games to win a large stuffed animal. He is sure that they can win the game, but after many attempts (and a lot of cash down the drain) he gives up. You, however, tries and succeeds on your first go. **************************************************************************

“I am home.” you lazily put out your shoes on the shoe rack near the door and drop your bag and books on the table in the living room then proceed to lie on the couch while groaning. You just finished with your final examination for last paper and have not been sleeping for 2 days to study. 

Time now is 7 pm. you setup an alarm on the phone to wake up on 8 pm to get some food then proceed to sleep again to fulfill the sleep you’ve been skipped for the past 2 days. 

You were woken by a familiar voice speaking with a hand stroking, playing with your hair. you proceed to snuggle to their chest even more inhaling their scent. your favorite scent.

“baby sorry did i wake you up? suho hyung i’ll call you later okay, bye”

“no, its okay. what time is it now?”

“15 minutes past 8. i stopped your alarm just now to let you sleep more since you seems so exhausted. you okay baby? how was your exam?” he whisper softly against the top of your head.

“i am okay. just tired, you know that i don’t sleep for 2 days since its the last paper and the toughest subject for me.” you whine.

he chuckled softly while occasionally stroke his fingers up in down your spine in soothing motion. “you did well baby. i am so proud of you.” he kissed the top of your head. you look over him while grinning then proceed to kissed his lips then stare into each other eyes. “you’re the best baekhyun. i missed you. when did you come back?” your hands go up touching his mochi cheeks. he lost weight since he’s currently busy launching his new collection for Privé. 

“i just landed from LA then come over to your apartment straight away. i missed you too baby.” he pecked your lips then booping your nose with his finger.  

“are we going to cuddle for the rest of the night like this? let’s go on a date. i feel like going to a theme park today. we missed so many dates already.” 

“why not cuddling for the whole night?,” his teasing hands already wandering under your sweatshirt and then over the curve of your waist . cuddling with him, 9 out of ten, always lead to something more. “ and i thought you are tired baby?” he leans down kissing your lips then proceed along the jawline, playfully bite your neck and collarbone leaving few marks there. 

you smiled but slightly pushing him while whining “can we do this later? i really want to go on a date with you.” you try your best with the best puppy-look looking over at him.

he looks at you and gently cups your face. he leans closer and kissed your lips then pressed your forehead against his forehead while whispering “everything for you princess.” you kissed him again then both of you get up from the couch to clean yourself up. 

“there’s not many people here today.” you walk into the park while holding his hands. “what do you want to do first baekhyun?” you look over him by your shoulder. 

“we should get the hairband first. let’s go!” tugging your intertwined hands walking towards the souvenir store giddily. now he’s more excited than you. he’s always a kid to you.

“i want this.” you took the minnie mouse headband and he took the mickey mouse headband to match yours. after paying for the headband, he helps you put the headband and you helps him to put his too. “you look cute baby” both of you speak at the same time. both chuckled and you give him a peck on lips while caressing his mochi cheeks. 

you both walks towards one of the games there which happen to be a shooting games. “oh my god that looks cute baekhyun. its a welsh corgi stuffed doll. that’s remind me of Mongryong. i missed him already. i want it, can you get them for me baby?” you look over him.

“of course i can. i can do everything for you. i played PUBG as practice to do this kind of shooting games. you better watch me, i will win all of that for you!”

“fighting baekhyunee!” you cheer for him while stand beside him to watch him get the stuffed doll. 

the first try, he missed it. you comforted him since it just his first try. 

the second try, he missed it again. he started getting annoyed with the gun. blaming it for the missed target. you chuckled seeing him like that. as always byun baekhyun being a kid. 

the last try, he missed it again. he started to pout, whining while walking closer to you. “i aimed at it exactly baby. why it doesn’t work? i am sorry. i couldn’t get the doll for you.” the owner just chuckled seeing both of you. such a cute couple. 

“you want to try ?” he ask you and you nodded

“hey its okay. let me try.” you cease the frown on his eyebrow and peck his lips to stop him from pouting cutely here.

baekhyun help you to hold the gun since its your first time and its quite heavy for you. you aimed at it exactly then bang! its work, the tin goes down. the owner seems shocked and also baekhyun beside you. you succeed at the first try. 

“baekhyun i made it!!” you slightly jump then pulled baekhyun into hug. also kissed his mochi cheeks. baekhyun is now pouting because he’s jealous of you. you kissed his pouting then chuckled while ruffling his hair. 

“here you go miss.” he gives out the stuffed doll.

 “oh thank you uncle. see you again” baekhyun is still pouting.

you tug baekhyun intertwined hands with yours to the viking. 

“lets ride this.” baekhyun couldn’t help but chuckled seeing you like this.

upon the ride start, baekhyun thought you would be clinging to him like a monkey but you are enjoying yourself so much and neglect him who are scared now. 

“uncle please go faster!” you shout to the uncle who control the speed while baekhyun shout to slow down.

“uncle please slow down!” his screaming keeps getting louder. you are now laughing seeing him.

you put both your hands up in the air when the speed going faster. baekhyun beside you keeps on screaming he even let out informal language.

“i am going to die!!” his front hair keeps getting messier due to the wind. the viking is now going slowly since its coming end.

“ah its end already. its all because of you.” you joke and laugh seeing his appearance after going out from the ride. he looks pale and sweats all over his neck and face. 

“are you okay baekhyun?” you swept the sweats at his neck and face. again chuckling over him. 

“i am not going to ride that anymore.” he said while slowly breathing again. 

suddenly, your stomach letting out a sound. “hungry?” he looks over you who are already embarrassed. you nodded shyly at him. slightly ashamed because other people might hear it too. “lets go get ice cream and churros then we get a proper meal for my hungry baby.” he tugged your intertwined hands while walking to the food truck. he sit you at one of the bench available in front of water fountain. he go alone buying the ice cream and churros since both of you having the same favorite food. 

“Attention to the visitor of Everland Theme Park. There will be a firework shows on 10 pm near the water fountain. You are welcome to see the shows. Thank you!” 

baekhyun choose a good spot which you can see the firework clearly. he comes with ice cream and churros. 

“Do you hear that announcement? I choose a good spot isn’t?” he smiled with eyes sparkling as asking you to compliment him. as always baekhyun loves getting compliment just like a kid. he gives you the ice cream as he eats the churros first.

“yes baby. thank you.” you both eat quietly while staring at each other. you clean some of the ice cream and churros cream that get caught at baekhyun’s lips sometimes. as always he eat like a kid. you smiled looking at him. both of you were in your bubbles, ignoring other peoples around you. you missed this. going on dates. both of you were very busy for the past few months. you are with your final examination and baekhyun with launching his new collection. 

“i love you” both of you speak the same words for the second time today and chuckled to each other. the fireworks sound wakes both of you from your own world. 

“its so pretty. i am glad that i came here with you today on a dates.” baekhyun leans closer and kissed you for the nth time today. you smiled into the kiss. 

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