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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months

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Pfft hear me out yandere trio Luffy , Zoro and Nami reaction when female reader admits that Buggy kinda cute (HE IS !! Don’t judge me 💅) since it’s a running gag in the show/movies that this trio always pulls a face hearing his name XD😘

please !🙏 He’s a clown but he’s my clown 🥰🤣

I can't judge, I get it. Goofy men are cute and you're 100% correct

What the Heart Wants

Yandere Luffy, Zoro, and Nami x Fem!Reader (plus Buggy but he's only mentioned)

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This was risky, you knew it was, but it happened on an impulse and it was too late to turn back now. Your pulse quickened as you snuck off into the girl’s room with your newest acquired treasure. You paused at the door and pressed your ear to it to listen for anyone else heading this way.

Nothing. You’re in the clear.

Scurrying over to your bed, you fish the rolled up piece of paper from your sleeve. You didn’t even think about it when you saw the bounty poster on the wall. It was like your hands had a mind of their own, ripping it down and stuffing the poster into your sleeve without your brain even fully registering the action.

Sure, this could backfire if someone finds you with it, but so long as you’re careful it should be fine.

Unrolling the paper, you can’t help but giggle and kick your feet at the sight of the man on the poster. It felt silly to be so giddy over just seeing a picture of the man, but you couldn’t help it. Buggy had this sort of goofy charm to him, and it had a chokehold on you. You’ve always found people like that endearing, it’s a majority of the reason you joined Luffy’s crew.

This time though, the endearment went beyond being platonic. Instead of simply feeling a warm fondness towards Buggy, you found your heart beating erratically when you thought about him too much. The last time you’d seen him in person and made eye contact, you immediately felt blood rush to your face and had to avert your eyes.

In short, you were down bad.

You were so transfixed on the poster, that you didn’t hear anyone approaching the room until the door was thrown open. In a panic, you leap up from your bed and held the poster close to your chest in an attempt to shield it from prying eyes.

Nami was standing in the doorway, looking confused and slightly startled by your strange reaction to her entering your shared room. She wasn’t dumb, much to your chagrin, and quickly took note of how flustered you look. Then her eyes drifted down to the poorly concealed poster and you could practically see the lightbulb come on over her head.

Her lips curled into a grin, “What’cha got there, (y/n)?” The way she stalked towards you was downright predatory, making you feel like a mouse being cornered by a house cat.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, just a piece of paper!”

“Just a piece of paper? I don’t know about that, it looks like a bounty poster to me,” her smile looked downright malicious as she circled you, trying to get close enough to take it from you. “I wonder why you would be keeping a bounty poster to yourself like this?” Nami definitely already knew the answer, but she wanted you to say it.

“No reason! I just- Um- I don’t even know how this got here! It must have slipped into my pocket while we were out! Yeah!” You internally cringed at how bad that lie was. Even Luffy was a better liar than this.

Nami cackled at your attempt, “Oh really, that’s the story you’re going with? Come on, just be honest with me. We’re both girls here, you can tell me about your crush!”

You whip your head around to glare at her, “I don’t have a crush!” You absolutely did.

With a speed you didn’t think she possessed, she leapt forward and snatched away the paper. You tried to get it back, but she held it out of reach and used her free hand to push you away, “Yes you do~! I can’t believe you would keep this from me, we’re friends! We’re supposed to talk about things like this.”

Nami danced out of your way, and you swear it felt like the world was in slow motion as she finally pulled the poster down to be able to look at it. Immediately, the mischievous glint in her eyes went cold and her smile dropped. The once coy and amused expression morphed into one of pure horror as she looked between you and the poster in rapid succession.

“No,” was all she said as she shook her head in disbelief, “you can’t be serious.”

“How about you give me that, and we can forget all about this. Please?” You wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. This was the one thing you didn’t want to happen, and her reaction is precisely why.

You can assume she didn’t like your response based on her soured expression and the way her hands crumpled the paper in her tight grip. Without another word, she ran out of the room.

With. The. Poster.

That was how you got to where you are now. Forced to sit at a table with three of your crewmates sitting with you. Nami, Luffy, and Zoro specifically.

“Guys please this is so dramatic!”

“It’s not! This is a serious matter, one we can’t let slide!” Nami slammed her fists onto the table that you were all seated at. Why were you all gathered here? For an intervention regarding your taste in men.

It was bad enough that she knew, but why did she have to drag your other crew members into this? You can’t say you understand her choices either. Luffy was hardly the type to weigh in on someone’s love affairs, and Zoro wasn’t even awake.

“Why are we all here? Are we gonna play a game or something?” Luffy was drumming his fingers on the table impatiently.

Nami slams the partially crumpled wanted poster on the table, “This is why we’re here!”

Your face was buried in your hands and you let out an over the top groan from the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

“Buggy? What about him?” Luffy perks up, “Oh! Are we gonna go kick his ass again?!”

“No. Well, yes but not yet,” Nami explained. “(Y/N), would you care to explain what you were doing with this poster?”

“Nope, sure wouldn’t,” you didn’t bother taking your hands away from your face.

“You and me both know why you have this, so how about you just tell the truth so we can fix this,” Nami sounded like a mother scolding her child.

Luffy was looking back and forth between you two, trying to put together what was going on. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, “Are you planning to fight him? Oh, I know! You’re trying to be a bounty hunter!” He looked to Nami expectantly, hoping for confirmation that he was right.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sharp sigh, “No, Luffy, she isn’t trying to become a bounty hunter.”

Whatever, you’re just going to go ahead and rip the bandaid off, “I have a little crush on him, okay? There! Are you happy? Can I go now?”

“No! How can anyone be happy knowing that?!” Nami yelled. “Why him of all people?! He’s literally a clown!”

“... He makes me laugh.”

Luffy exploded into laughter, “What’s that got to do with it? I make you laugh all the time, more than he does I bet!”

You tried to get up and leave, but Nami’s hand latched onto your wrist like an iron shackle. With one yank, you fell back into the chair.

“Please just stop! Why are you even doing this? It doesn’t matter if I have a crush on him or anyone else for that matter, so can we please act like none of this ever happened?” You wanted to cry from the humiliation of being shamed by your friends over a little crush.

Luffy shrugged and nodded along, “It is pretty funny, but I agree with (y/n). Why are you so mad about it, Nami?” Bless him. Even though he did laugh at you previously, at least he was attempting to deescalate the situation now.

“Because she is crushing on Buggy the Clown of all people!”

“Why is that such an issue?! He’s cute!” You tried to defend yourself (and him).

“Eww! No he isn’t!” Nami full on shuddered at you calling him that, “What is wrong with you? At least fall for someone good looking!”

“Well maybe I care more about personality!”

“What are you talking about?! He’s an egotistical weirdo who has a temper tantrum if he so much as thinks someone said something about his nose!” Nami looked like she was ready to rip her hair out.

“He can be nice when he wants to be, and like I said before, I think he’s funny!”

“There’s a huge difference between someone actually being funny, and someone doing stupid stuff that happens to be funny,” she slapped a hand over her face and dragged it down exasperatedly.

She had a point, and you hated it. You huffed, “Yeah, well, I don’t care. He’s my type and that’s that.”

Nami gagged like the drama queen she was dedicated to being in this moment, “I almost want to set you up with someone else just to give you better taste, how is a clown your type?!” She ground her teeth in frustration, “Okay, new rule: you’re not allowed to leave the ship if Buggy is around.”

“Why is everyone yelling?” Zoro yawned and stretched, looking around the table with mild curiosity.

Nami slapped the back of his head, “I brought you here to help, not to sleep! (Y/N) is crushing on Buggy and we’re trying to stop her.”

“Oh,” Zoro didn’t look all that concerned. “So are we gonna kill him or something?”

“NO!” You shrieked at him. What is wrong with these people?!

“That would take care of the problem,” Nami hummed thoughtfully. “We can’t risk letting this become something more, what if she tried to leave to be with him?”

Luffy laughed at that, “It’s not like I’ll let that happen!”

“What do you mean you won’t let that happen?” That honestly threw you off a bit. What was that supposed to mean?

“It means that I won’t let him take you away from us!” Luffy flashed you his usual blinding smile, but there was something slightly… off about it. It felt a little too wide, and weirdly tense.

“Take me away? No one is trying to ‘take me away’. Besides, if I wanted to leave to be with someone, then I’m allowed to do that,” you were distinctly not a fan of how he was talking about you as if you were a piece of treasure being fought over.

The entire atmosphere of the room changed the second you finished speaking. All eyes were on you, “See! This is what I was talking about! If she gets a crush on someone, she’s going to want to leave!” Nami’s hand found its way to your wrist again, you were sure you’d have a bruise from how tight her grip was.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s all calm down! I didn’t mean I was going to leave just like that! I like it here, really!” You tried to placate your crewmates, but your pleas did nothing to sooth them. It was too late to backpedal now.

“We’ll have to get rid of him next time we see him,” Luffy nodded resolutely.

Zoro shrugged, “Should be easy enough.”

You should have never taken that poster. Now you’ve unintentionally put out a hit on Buggy, and have no idea how to stop it.

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #nami #cat burglar nami #buggy the clown #ladydoe8 #luffy

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dazaikinning · 2 years

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hanahaki

last part | part one :)

you suddenly woke up hearing someone constantly calling your name. you sat up to find yourself inside the infirmary, "what happened?" still feeling dizzy. "you passed out in the bathroom." yosano replied "wait how did i get here didn't i locked the bathroom door?!" your eyes widen. "apparently not, dazai was the one who brought you here."

fuck.

"did he see anything else..? like blood and flower petals?" you recoiled, "hopefully not, but i suggest you to rest here for a few hours." yosano stated, you swallowed but nodded. soon after you left the infirmary, dazai saw you and walks towards you with a concerned face "hey, how are you feeling?" your heart leapt. "im alright dazai, you don't have to worry." you replied with a slight smile "i see." he hummed as if he's upset "how about i treat you to lunch? you must be hungry ᵔ▽ᵔ !" you were startled, you felt flustered by dazai's offer. "its alright dazai im not really hungry and i really don't wanna waste your money." you declined him, "no i insist~" "plus, im using kunikida's money" he continued, you giggled "i guess i'll accept your treat-" you coughed again and immediately covered your mouth with both your hands, "ah shoot! do you need tissue papers?" dazai looked around trying to find a tissue box, you shooked your head and took out a handkerchief and start coughing on it. he noticed a bit of blood on one of your hand, he stayed silent about it. you then threw away your handkerchief since it's covered in blood anyways, "how about we go for lunch now dazai?" you broke the silent pretending like nothing happened, "sure!" he goes back to his goofy self. you were coughing a lot while lunch, after you both finished you both went back to the agency. "thank you dazai, i really appreciate it." you smiled softly, "my pleasure~" he winked at me as i felt something filling up my throat and tried holding it in with a smile, he was then dragged by a mad kunikida, before he was gone he shouted, "take some meds!!!!!!" then he was gone.

you started to have butterflies inside your stomach, how could such simple words..?

a week later and you've gotten worse with your disease and you really couldn't take it anymore, it's currently 12:51 AM and you were in the bathroom throwing up again while crying over and over. as soon as you came out of the bathroom you saw your phone lit up with a text message from somebody, you grabbed your phone and unlock it. it was a message from dazai,

12:59 | dazai: hellooo~! i couldn't sleep so i wanted to check up on you, how are you feeling?

you didn't know what to type, so you just go on with your typical lies.

1:00 | you: hey dazai! im still feeling a bit sick but i supposed im getting better, but how did you know that im awake?

1:00 | dazai: magic 🪄🪄 oooooooooo

you smiled at his chat, chuckled a bit.

1:01 | dazai: anyways would you like to go walking to get you energized?

you didn't reply, you couldn't reply.

1:03 | dazai: it's okay if you don't wanna go its fine, you really don't have to force yourself~ ^ヮ^

1:04 | you: no it's nothing, i'll go! i'll just prepare real quick

1:04 | dazai: alright i'll be at your house in just a few minutes since it's not that far

you quickly find some clothes to change after he messaged that, you also grabbed some tissues just in case. when you were finished preparing, you heard a knock from the door. you opened the door and saw dazai standing in front of you, "hello, am i late?" dazai waved "no, i just finished preparing things." "alright let's go!" he cheerfully yelled. while you two were walking, you suddenly stood still. dazai also stopped and looked at you confused, "is there something wrong?" he asked still confused. "i just wanted to say, i.." you then shutted your mouth. "hm?" he hum, you felt a lump on your throat with tears in your eyes as you look down, "i like you dazai, i've liked you ever since i joined the agency. it's really okay if you don't like me ba..-"

"took you long enough" he then pressed his lips against yours. your eyes widened, tears were falling down and you passed out.

your eyes were fluttering the moment you woke up, you then immediately wake up and see yourself in bed alone. it was just a dream, huh. "good morning love!!" dazai suddenly appeared, "dazai?" he then walked to bed and sat down next to you then kissed you. "how are you feeling now" he smiled softly, "im actually feeling better now, im sorry that i-" you tried apologizing but he put one of his fingers on your mouth. "shh, no need to apologize. im the one who should apologize, im sorry. i knew you had the hanahaki disease the whole time, but i just didn't want you to feel even worse. so i thought you needed more time, im so sorry." "dazai.." you immediately hugged him without any hesitation, he was shocked and was not really expecting a hug from you, but he didnt hated it and he then hugged back.

"thank you for saving me dazai."

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im sorry for being gone for two days i forgor i was trying hard to work this shitty ending out and it still turned out cringe as hell 💀

anyways updates about my harassing shit i feel much better since he started avoiding me :^)

thank you for reading (not proofread)

#bsd x reader #cringe #dazai x reader #angst #fluff

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lonelyyinchicago · 2 years

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lily luna’s lost tooth

“ginny?” teddy called, running down the stairs two at a time. “we’re going out; see you later!”

“it’s not even ten o’clock - where have you got to be so early on a saturday?”

teddy shrugged nonchalantly as lily tied her laces on the bottom step.

“just said we’d go down to the skatepark. we’ll be back by-” teddy cut himself off to think. “i don’t know - maybe seven.”

“okay” ginny replied, turning back to the paper. “i think harry’s making curry tonight if you want to be home in time for that.”

“err yeah maybe.”

ginny nodded and jumped, splashing her tea slightly as the front door slammed. her husband shuffled into the room, running a hand through his greying hair tiredly.

“who left? or just came?”

“teddy and lily” ginny said as she poured him a cup of tea. “they’ve gone out to the skatepark for the day.”

harry nodded slowly, cradling the mug.

“they’ll be fine” ginny told him, reaching out to rest a hand on her husband’s forearm. “he can look after both of them. maybe even too well.”

harry let out a reluctant laugh as he remembered the time teddy had been arrested but slipped out of trouble with a quick change of his entire body.

“definitely too well. what if he comes back with another tattoo?”

“what about it? i liked the first one - and the last one actually. the couple in between i was less keen on.”

“i liked the moon one too and i thought the second one was very” harry paused to find the right word. “tonks.”

a small, sad sort of smile pulled at ginny’s lips. a single tear rolled down her cheek, and harry wiped it away gently.

“he’s going to be okay. just like you said.”

ginny nodded, looking up into harry’s green eyes, searching for the comfort she knew they would bring her.

teddy was, in fact, absolutely okay as he carefully put lily on the board. standing at the top of the hill, he gave her a slight push and she gathered speed with a scream of delight, hitting speedbumps at an almost uncontrolled pace. a sharp whistle made him stop running after her and he turned his head to see a police officer making his way towards him.

“JOHNNY!”

a goofy smile spread across teddy’s face as the officer stopped right in front of him.

“how’ve you been? how are the kids?” teddy asked, smirking as the young officer rolled his eyes. “i haven’t seen you for ages.”

“it’s a good thing you haven’t seen me” johnny reminded him. “you’re not supposed to be this pleased to see a police officer.”

“yeah but you’re my favourite officer” teddy said with wink, holding out his hand for lily to pass him his board. he caught it deftly.

“you gotta stop riding in the road, teddy. you’re a hazard.”

“ahhh” teddy said, closing his eyes in pleasure. “the greatest compliment anyone’s ever given me. also technically i wasn’t the one riding.”

“i’m serious; we’ve had complaints from some of your older neighbours about a six foot boy with blue hair who is a constant nuisance.”

teddy’s eyebrows met briefly. his hair immediately turned red, curls falling to his shoulders. johnny shook his head as he watched teddy reposition lily back on the board, riding away down the centre of the road.

they arrived at the skatepark in under five minutes. lily’s green eyes lit up when she saw the skatepark was empty. she immediately ran up a ramp, waiting at the top for teddy to join her.

“you ready?” teddy asked, throwing down his bag.

lily luna nodded, gripping teddy’s fingers as he put his hands on her waist to hold her steady. he let go, his own smile spreading as he heard her squeal. she fell half way down, the momentum too much, her head flying back. her loose ginger curls surrounded her face as she lay on the flat part of the metal structure.

“LILY!”

teddy leapt down from the top, landing heavily next to her. she sat up, brushing the now out-of-place hairs away from her bright eyes. a large grin was on her face, and blood was dripping down her chin.

“can we do that again?”

“WHERE IS YOUR TOOTH?”

lily giggled, finally lifting a couple of fingers to feel the warm blood. she looked down at it somewhat amusedly.

“your mum is going to kill me” teddy said with a shake of his head.

he offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet before picking up the board.

“you want to go to the fair? it might be safer.”

“no” lily said with a slight pout. “push me again.”

“okay” teddy conceded, pulling her back up the ramp behind him. “you ready?”

#harry potter #ginny potter #ginny weasley #hinny #teddy lupin #lily luna potter #next gen hp

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thebrownssociety · 2 years

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Encanto - The Series

Pilot Episode/ Taster episode.

Synopsis - Mirabel tries to make sure Christmas set-up goes well.

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Mirabel paced back and forth looking over the list she had drawn up for helping her family with Christmas.

1. Help Mamá cook.

2. Help Luisa with lo que sea*

3. Look after Tío Bruno.

4. Help Antonio wrap gifts

She nodded thoughtfully and tapped her pencil against her chin. Seemed simple enough. She might need some help with the second one though...

[One dart down the corridor later]

“Isabela!” Mirabel banged on her oldest sisters door for about the third time. “I know you’re in there! Open the door you imbécil!*”

“Excuse me!?” Isabela threw open the door, stuck her hand on her hips and glared daggers at her sister.

Mirabel took the opportunity to dart into her sisters room and run to the center so Isa couldn’t just easily drag her out. Unless she used her plants that is.

Isa gave a huff of annoyance and, with a swish of her hair, turned to face her sister. “Mirabel-”

“-Can you shut the door, please?” Mirabel interrupted.

Clearly she must have looked desperate because Isa did it without complaint and turned back round. “Okay, what it is?”

“I have a list of things to do for Christmas.” Mirabel explained. “One of which is stopping Luisa doing to much-”

Isa raised an perfectly-plucked eyebrow.

Mirabel gave a goofy grin and a shrug. “Yeah, I know, but we have to try. Don’t you remember last year?”

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[Last year]

Luisa pushed the door open and called out happily. “I’ve got the tree!”

Mirabel blinked, taking in her sister’s appearance [she had a few twigs in her hair and looked generally dishevelled.] “I thought Papá was going to help you?”

Luisa waved a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it. Why should he do his back in?”

“Luisa!” Abuela called from the veranda. “Can you put the lights up?”

Luisa grinned and gently placed the tree in a corner. “On it! I’ll be back to decorate that later.” She said to her sister, pointing at the tree before disappearing.

“You know I can hel- never mind.” Mirabel sighed, realising her sister was out earshot.

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“And then she ended up sleeping most of Christmas day.” Mirabel finished.

Isa nodded, a thoughtful look on her face. “...I’ll see what I can do.” She said, eventually. “But no promises. I might rope Camilo in. He’s good at getting people to relajar*.”

Mirabel beamed and hugged her sister tightly. “Gracies*, Isa!”

Isa rolled her eyes and pushed her sister away gently. “Yes, I know, I’m amazing. Now go.” And she ushered her sister out the door.

On the other side of it Mirabel beamed and ticked the second ‘to-do’ of her list.

She then leapt downstairs to find her Mamá, who was [perhaps predictably] in the kitchen. “¿Necesitas ayuda, mamá*?”

“No.” Her mamá replied, surprising Mirabel slightly. “I’ve got your papá and Tío Bruno helping me. Gracias for the offer though.” And with that she kissed her daughter on the cheek, lovingly.

Mirabel nodded and ticked the 1st to-do off her list. After a moment consideration she ticked the third one of as well; seeing as Tío Bruno was helping her mamá it was safe to assume she didn’t need to keep an eye on him.

So Antonio. Mirabel headed upstairs and knocked on his door.

“C’min!” Her only younger cousin called.

Mirabel opened the door and beamed at him. “Hey, Antonio! I’m here to help you wrap gifts!”

Antonio smiled at her, excitedly. “Gracias, ‘Bel! But Dolores is helping me.” And he leaned against his sister’s arm, affectionally.

Dolores gave Mirabel a quick, sympathetic smile. “I think Luisa may need some help.” She said, softly. “I can hear her coming back with the tree.”

The tree! Mirabel turned on her heel and headed back down the stairs. She couldn’t actually see Luisa herself, but trusted Dolores’s hearing.

She threw the front door open and saw her sister pulling a massive tree towards the house. “Luisa!” With a smile Mirabel practically danced over to her immediate older sister. “¿Necesita ayuda?”

Luisa opened her mouth to say her usual ‘I’m fine’, but changed her mind and said, slightly clumsily. “Eh...can you get the door?”

Mirabel did so and Luisa manoeuvred the tree in, with some difficulty.

“Here, Luisa.” Isa appeared out of nowhere with a base.

The middle sister gave a wide grin and nodded her thanks. Together with Isa’s help she got the tree upright.

“Great!” Mirabel said, enthusiastically, despite the fact that she helped in no way what so ever.

“By the way.” Isa said to Luisa. “Next year let me have a shot at designing the tree. Save you arrastrar* it.”

“Alright guys, I’ve got the decorations.” Another Luisa walked in the door, holding a big boxful of decorations. Camilo-as-Luisa saw the real Luisa and sighed. “Worth a shot.” Before transforming back into himself.

Luisa gave him an amused smile. “What were you trying to do?”

“You always get to put the star on the top.” Camilo complained.

Luisa looked surprised that something that simple was the reason, and immediately offered to lift Camilo up so he could do it.

Camilo looked tempted, but then sighed. “No...Antonio will want to do it. ¿Dónde está, por cierto*?”

“In his room with Dolores.” Mirabel said, rolling her eyes.

She hadn’t meant to sound bitter, but clearly she had because her sister’s quickly exchanged a glace and Luisa immediately said. “I haven't finished wrapping my gifts yet.”

In the background Isa rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘she has’ at Mirabel.

“To be fair, Luisa, I think I need more help than you-” Camilo said.

“We’re talking about Christmas specifically, not in general, Camilo.” Isa said, snarkily.

Camilo stuck his tongue out at his cousin who, in response, flicked a handful of petals at him.

Mirabel laughed. “You know what, Camilo? Gracias, but I think I’m okay. After all - I have you guys.”

Her family all made a mixture of ‘ah’s’ and playfully exaggerated sighs while hugging her.

Mirabel grinned. Who needs a list anyway?

*Whatever

*Jerk/idiot/fool ext...

*Relax

*Thank you

*Need any help, Mama?

*Where is he now, by the way?

*Lugging

#Encanto Fanfiction #Encanto The Series Fanfiction #Encanto Mirabel #Encanto Isabela #Encanto Luisa #Encanto Camilo #Christmas Fic #Encanto Christmas #Luisa gets her gifts in November and has them wrapped by Christmas

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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The Prince and the Archer ↬ t.h

EDIT: LOOK AT THIS AMAZING MOODBOARD @mischiefmanaged011 MADE!!!!!!

A/N: So @blissfulparker and I wrote a fic on this prompt I sent to her. She already posted hers AND GO READ IT IT’S AMAZING OKAY?! ANYWAYS-

WC: 2.3k (EXACT HOLY SHIT)

Pairing: Prince!Tom Holland x Archer!Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Thomas had been nineteen years old when he first saw You.

He had been coming back from the stable with his mentor after a session of horse riding, exhaustion evident in the young Prince’s face. It had been a tough ride, his horse- Jakie- had not been very compliant that day, and Harry had been poking fun at him all day. He loved his brother, but he could be annoying sometimes (most of the time.)

Walking towards the castle, his eyes fell around the sports fields, his vision zeroing onto the Archery range. He had always found the sport interesting. How a single shot from an arrow and a bow could do so much as slice a fruit or pierce an organ, he would never understand. It never ceased to amaze him though.

“You look a little lost there mate.” Harry smirked, eyes following his brother's. He startled when Harry laughed, punching his biceps playfully.

He didn’t understand what Harry was talking about, until he saw You standing in the field, hands stretched out and legs apart, a perfect stance for a fight. A bow was held tight in your hands, stretching the arrow. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been staring at you, your hair flowing with the wind, a serious expression with your lips pursed as if you were ready for combat, the half of your face glowing with the sun.

The snap of Harry ’s fingers got him back, a blush raising his cheeks at being caught.

"She's pretty isn't she? She's the cook's daughter." He said.

“Mr. (L/N)?” He asked absentmindedly.

Tom saw as the arrow went sailing in a perfect trajectory, hitting the centre of the eye. He watched in a sort of trance as arrows after arrows hit the various targets, your hands not wavering once even.

“Uh- you, you go ahead. Tell mother I’ll be back in a minute.” He stuttered.

“Okay. Her name’s Y/N, by the way.” Harry retreated, patting his back and giving him a smile that he knew all too well.

He gestured at his mentor to make his way back to the Castle, walking towards the field where you were practicing.

You noticed him coming towards him, immediately bowing your head as he approached you.

"It's alright darling, you don't need to do that." He smiled at You as you nodded feverently. He smiled at you, cooing at the way you shied and hid your face from him.

“You’re Y/N right?” He asked slowly as you fiddled with your bow, nodding but not looking up for a long time.

“That's me, your majesty, to what do I owe you the pleasure of you visiting the archery range?” You finally said, looking up and stopped fiddling.

Your heart sped up when you looked at the young prince, hair slicked back in a short mullet, horse riding clothes donned on.

You had seen him quite a few times while practicing, and even admired him from afar like any other girl your age, but never had the guts to speak. You didn’t know how you would talk to the royalty without the intrusive thoughts of what he would possibly think of a poor girl talking to him. You felt giddy now that he was actually here, talking to you.

"Oh no no! The pleasure's all mine sweetheart. I, uh, you're good at it."He said, clearing his throat when you raised an eyebrow, “Could you show me? Uhm, how to work a bow and an arrow? I’m actually really bad at it.” He chuckled as you smiled, eyes lighting up when he mentioned the sport.

“Only if you teach me how to ride a horse.” You said back. You couldn't hold back the grin that appeared on your face, neither did he, when you agreed.

You couldn’t help but do an internal victory dance when he smiled, his soft brown eyes shining in the sunny day sending your mind into a frenzy.

"I could do that. So do we meet here tomorrow? Same time?" He asked, too giddy to notice anything around him. His heart was beating like crazy, feeling a pang of excitement in his tummy as you nodded shyly.

"Uh yes. That would be great, Mister Holland." You nodded, packing your bow and arrows. Shuffling your feet, you stared at him before he moved out of your way, chuckling when you saw his cheeks flame in a blush.

"Just Tom is fine!" He said, waving at you with a goofy expression on his young face. He chuckled, shaking his head as he felt an unearthed excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

The feeling felt foreign to the young prince. He had been offered services with other princess' before, danced with them in balls and even had fancy dinners with them, but the thought of spending time with you in the fields felt different, yet the excitement felt the same.

Skipping over to the main halls with a smile on his face that rivaled the brightness of the sun, Tom sighed. His heart was still fluttering from your previous encounter, stomach churning with an unknown feeling.

It was a few days later, during dinner, that the others started noticing his absences and random visits to the royal grounds with his horse (or how he suddenly was interested in learning archery of all sports).

"What's got you so excited?" His mum smiled, snapping him from his stupor as he looked up from his plate. The steak from his fork nearly fell, the laughter of his brothers making him blush.

"Is it the girl?" Harry smirked, eating his dinner innocently as he could.

"What girl?" Sam piped in. Everyone's eyes were on him now. Shuffling in his seat, he smiled, remembering your smile when he offered to learn archery from you in exchange of teaching you to horse ride.

"The girl in the archery fields. She's really beautiful. And her aim is impeccable. She's perfect, mum! I've never met a lady like her before." Tom said, looking at his mom with large eyes, anticipation making him sweat. He saw his mother nod, giving him a small smile.

"An archer you say? Is she by any chance, our cook's daughter?" She asked, resting her fork on her plate.

"I- I don't know, maybe? How does it matter though?"

"Tom, you know the rules. There are so many other princesses waiting for you in a like, you can't go for a normal low-life girl." She said, eyes betraying the sadness missing in her stern expression.

"Just because she's not as wealthy as us doesn't make her a bad person mum!"

"Tom honey, it's not about that, you have to understand we have certain rules and regulations to follow. For all you know she's a gold digger!"

Tom was used to the burden of being royalty, and he often felt guilty for feeling burdened with having all the wealth of London, when there were so many poor kids in the streets begging for food and a shelter.

Sometimes he felt like he would break under all the pressure and rules.

"How can you say that? You don't even know her! You know what? I don't care. I- You have to understand mum. She's different! She's not like those other snobby princesses who only want to marry me for my name! She's so much more better than those fucking pompous brats okay?-"

"Mind your language Thomas!"

"You can't stop me!" He said, pushing away his chair angrily before storming away, walking towards the ballroom and ignoring the servants running behind him with apologies.

Stomping his way to the ballroom, he opened the huge doors, slamming them as fast as he could with his strength. Locking them from the inside, he switched on the lights, sliding down the doors.

Holding his head, his shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears falling free as he felt himself break. He felt weak, for having such variations of emotions over some girl he saw not long ago.

Sniffing, he stood up, fixing himself as much as he could in his state, before looking at the small door behind one of the curtains. It was only noticeable if you were looking for it. He smiled, walking towards it. Touching the small latch, he opened the door, sneaking into a garden, the garden only he and his father knew about.

Pushing aside the shrubbery growing around it, he finally found the rusted gates, slowly removing the rusty chains with his hands.

He smiled fondly, remembering the day his dad had brought him here. He had been sad that day for whatever reasons he didn't remember, sitting on the small swing set as his father pushed him higher and higher until his tummy hurt because of giggling so much.

Sitting on the swing that was slightly too small for him, he idly pushed his feet back and forth, lost in his thoughts.

"It's beautiful here isn't it? I didn't think anyone would know about this place, much less the Prince of England."

His eyes widened, jaw dropping when he heard your voice.

"How do you know about this place?" He asked.

"My grandfather built this place before you and I were even born. My father told me about this. Now, answer my question." You shrugged, picking the leaves of the bush you were leaning against.

"That's nice. My father used to bring me here when I was a child. He doesn't do that anymore. I just, I wish he would spend more time with me." He said, biting his lips.

“You come here often then?” You asked.

“Yes, whenever I feel like being left alone. I come here.” He bit his lip, nervous of the sudden silence.

"I'm sorry." You said, cutting off his wandering thoughts.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Good childhood memories are sometimes more painful than the bad ones. At least you can deflect the bad ones, but the good ones are just a reminder of what you had and what you can't now." You said.

"That's not entirely true, good memories can still be made you know? With the person you love." He said, getting up from the swing set.

Walking towards You, he held his hand up, pushing a strand of your hair from your face as you ducked, shying away from his touch.

Your breath hitched, your hands clenched behind you as he came closer. You were standing head to head now. You could feel his breath on You, your lips nearly touching.

In the moment of courage, you leapt forward, capturing his lips in yours.

You loved fairy tales, small stories that described kisses as magical that made sparks fly. You always thought they were exaggerations, but at this moment, when you were kissing the most beautiful boy, the Prince of England and the boy you had been crushing on since forever, you felt like you were a part of those fantasies.

The kiss was indeed magical, albeit a little wet. You giggled when you broke apart, short of breath as you laid your hands on his chest, feeling the expensive fabric under your palm.

"What will the others think?" You whispered. Your hair flew in whisps, the air around you whispering it's reassurance as you stood in front of him.

"Let them think what they want to, darling. I've been the prey before, I'm ready to do it again." He smirked, pulling you by your waist for another kiss.

"You're cheesy." You chuckled.

"Yes, I'm melted cheese for you."

"That was a terrible joke Holland."

***

"Okay so you need to hold your stance, stiff but not too stiff. You will feel pressure in your shoulders the first day-"

"- darling can't we just make out please?"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as if his yapping was giving you a headache.

You had gotten comfortable around him since your first encounter, and you felt special, seeing the goofy and happy side of the Prince. Didn't mean he didn't manage to make your heart stutter with his devilishly handsome grin (that made you want to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick).

"Thomas no."

"Thomas yes! I don't know how you manage to do this, this bow is so heavy!" He whined, keeping down the bow and folding his hands on his chest. He looked adorable with his pout.

Smiling, you shook your head, heaving a sigh, "the bow isn't heavy, Tom. Here, how about this, I'll hold your elbow while you aim alright?" You offer.

"That would be great, princess." You blushed at the nickname, not quite used to being called that.

"Alright drama queen, don't need to butter me." You muttered, moving closer so your chest touched his back, one hand on his elbow and the other on the string of the bow.

He could feel your breath on his neck, shuddering as you leaned in, your hair tickling him, your rough but nimble hands featherlight on his skin.

"Now aim." You said, moving your hair from your face.

He stuttered a response, holding himself straighter. You pushed his elbow up, right as he unleashed it, the arrow hitting the bullseye with a thud.

"We did it! Oh god Y/N did you see that? We did it ! It hit the centre!" He laughed, turning around, the bow laying on the ground as he lifted you up.

You shrieked as he spun you in circles, laughter bubbling in your chest as you rested your head against his.

"We did, your majesty." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

You weren't afraid of being caught, you were way past that point. And you felt that you could live like that, if it meant living with the loveliest Prince of England.

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Sleepover (Collab with @lozzypoz321)

Sebastian Stan x f!teen!co-star!reader, MCU Cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff, crack honestly

Description: You and the MCU cast have a secret sleepover on set.

Warnings: language!!

A/N by morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by @lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind th scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is suck and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“I’m coming” you yelled, padding over to the door and opening up. Sebastian and Anthony stood out there. They looked oddly child-like as they stood there with their sleeping bags and dressed in pjs. You snorted. “Well, hello to you too!”

“Don’t laugh, N/n, this is serious.” Anthony said as you walked out, you also dressed in your marvel pjs and with a sleeping bag in hand. Although, you thought, it was hard to take him seriously when he was dressed in Winnie The Pooh slippers.

“Whatever you say, man.”

The entirety of the marvel cast had planned a sleepover on set. It was very secret, apparently. You didn’t know the full story, but they had seemingly asked the directors if they could have an onset sleepover and they’d refused, so someone had to steal a key. It was a whole process, but nonetheless you found yourself on the way to set at around 10:30.

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

Inside all the others were already waiting, the entirety of the cast. Notably, you could see that Robert, Scarlett and Mark had created a pillow fort, and were hiding out in the coziness with a bag of popcorn.

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

Everyone sat down on a large stretch of couches, blankets and pillows, where Elizabeth had placed a projector pointed to an empty wall of the set. You sat down with Tom (Hiddleston), Sebastian and Mark. It was a rather weird thing to see so many grown men and women (that you had previously had respect for) in their most colourful pjs, but you supposed it was on you to expect any differently from this cast of people.

Chris (Evans) had picked a movie and, unsurprisingly, he picked Iron Man 1. Robert protested for about two seconds, before he let everyone shower him in compliments because that movie was so damn good. “Okay okay, I guess we can watch it if we really have to”

Scarlett lightly laughed and pressed a button on the projector to start the movie after placing the disk inside that Chris (Evans) had brought from his collection at his house. “Where’s the snacks?” You heard Chris (Hemsworth) loudly whisper to Scarlett who sat next to him.

“Ooh do we have popcorn?” You quietly asked Sebastian who nodded and reached across Anthony who was laid next to him to retrieve the salted popcorn that Mark had gotten just for you as he was in charge of the snack committee. Chris (Evans) silently got up, after making sure nobody noticed him (except from you), and crawled across the room in his rapunzel pjs on his hands and knees to reach Robert who was now on the verge of unconsciousness with dribble falling from the side of his mouth. Trying to be discreet, he raised his hands scarily behind him, gaining everybody’s attention in the room except Robert, and suddenly pounced on him in a playful manner.

The man leapt up without warning with wide eyes the size of dinner plates and held his hands up as if he was doing karate in a mode of self defence. Everybody in the room burst out laughing at his reaction, Chris (Evans) reaching for his left pec as he leant back on his knees in a full on belly laugh. “You looked like you were a 6 year old girl” Scarlett laughed out and shook her head towards the man, who was now grumbling as he sat back down on his spot with an abundance of blankets by his side.

“All the snacks are gone” Anthony exclaimed to the cast, making Tom (Hiddleston) look up from the screen and ponder “well we could do something that doesn’t require food” he suggested, making everyone look at him to continue.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

Your happy demeanour made them all smile as you began explaining how he would hide next to you while your brother tried to find both of you. “Well it’s settled then, we’re playing hide and seek!” Chris (Hemsworth) announced in his Australian accent, before you could be told twice, you jumped up and grabbed Sebastian's hand before racing out of the room, not even giving anybody a second glance.

“Woah, where are we going?” Sebastian chuckled, following your rapid footsteps. “Don’t worry about this, Seb, I’ve the perfect hiding spot!” It was a little bit embarrassing to admit, but every time you entered a new place, you thought about the best hiding spots (in case of an unwarranted game of hide and seek).

You pulled Sebastian into the costume room and shuffled awkwardly into the back. There, you found your masterful hiding place. It was a vent, but not a small one. It was big. Sebastian looked at you in surprise. “Not bad, Y/n.”

You popped the cover right off, catching Sebastian off guard. “I unscrewed it back in February,” you explained and jumped inside. Sebastian seemed to want to question you further, but instead just shrugged to himself and followed you inside, closing the vent cover behind him.

“This really is the perfect place,” he mumbled, voice echoing slightly in the vents. It was pretty cold, but stable. “And hey, didn’t you say that your dad used to hide with you?” He asked while looking around the airy place. “Oh, um, yeah” you said sheepishly, just now remembering the moment in the other room.

“Um- I-I mean, not that you’re my- Like, my dad-” you stammered, blushing at the awkward moment, “Like- My dad is my dad- You’re just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I just-”

“Shut up!” Sebastian hissed suddenly. You looked at him, taken aback. He was staring out the vent covers, and then looked back at you with a grin. He pointed to it silently. Your brows furrowed, and you looked out. You saw Chris in the room, hand holding a flashlight while aiming it around the room, trying to find a sign of anybody. You held your breath.

“I know you’re in here! I can smell your fear!” he yelled trying to act scary. Meanwhile, he just looked kind of goofy in his Disney princess pjs. You saw Sebastian beside you, trying not to laugh. His face was contorted into a forced frown, but a smile still crept up the corners of his mouth. Seeing his face, you started feeling the urge to laugh too.

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“I will find you!” Chris said again, and this time Sebastian let out a laugh, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and so did yours. Chris stopped moving, snapping his head around furiously. “Who was that? Where are you?”

You saw the moment Sebastian decided to give up on hiding, as he just suddenly started laughing like a maniac. You did too, both of you clutching your stomachs. Chris scoffed and tore the vent cover off, revealing the two of you laughing uncontrollably.

“Come on, guys, it wasn’t that funny!” Chris sighed, but he was wrong, it was definitely that funny. You guys went back to the movie room. Robert, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony had all already been found.

“Welcome to the losers!” Tom grumbled. You both sat down with him and chatted while waiting for the others to turn up. The next was Mark, who had been hiding under a table, and then Elizabeth who wasn’t even trying, but was somehow second last anyway.

Then came the waiting game. Hemsworth, the biggest of you all, the goofiest, and seemingly the easiest to spot, was still at large. Chris was hopelessly searching, but came back every ten minutes with a more and more depressed look on his attractive face.

“I can’t find him!” he admitted finally. There was a collective sigh, and then everyone started searching together, simultaneously calling out “Chris! The aussie one!” Eventually you did find him, crammed behind a couch uncomfortably.

When you finally did, Anthony (as well as several others) seemed to have only grown hungrier, and the need for snacks was larger than ever. “I swear to god if we don’t find food right now I may just quit the job” Anthony swore and huffed as he crossed both his arms over his chest. “That seems a bit dramatic but okay” Scarlett laughed as the ten of you rounded a corner in the building to only come face to face with an abundance of vending machines that everyone used at break and you all had seemingly forgotten about. “Woah” Tom said, impressed at the arrangement.

“Food galore,” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

Trying not to seem too excited, Anthony ran forward, eyes following each and every item of edible food and drink. “I think you better hurry up” Tom commented from his spot the furthest from you, noticing the way Anthony and Chris were now eyeing your favourite type of chips.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

You, Robert and Sebastian immediately went over to the vending machine that was holding doritos, lays, and other classic chips. “Um, about earlier,” you mumbled to the Romanian man as Robert began to shake the machine with force, hoping something would fall down “I didn’t mean it like that” your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as the memory came flashing back to you.

But before you could start apologising even more, he stopped you and sent a reassuring smile your way “don’t worry about it Y/N, I know what you meant.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before going back to watching Robert yelling at the Doritos to “fall out, you big pussy!”

Before Chris (Evans) and Tom could come over to your side of the room to be responsible adults and make a rational decision, Chris (Hemsworth) had already come bounding over to you and kicked the glass where the chips were held behind. He put full force behind the kick, so it shattered and fell loudly with a crash to the ground.

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh. “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

Without warning Chris (Evans) ran over to you, making sure to carefully avoid the glass panes. “I’m not getting sued for this shit” he muttered as he picked you up and brought you over to a corner, which was a safe distance away from the wreckage.

“Alright, this has gotten out of hand,” Mark ran a hand through his hair, as he surveyed the broken glass on the floor in distress. Elizabeth nodded. You made eye contact with Scarlett and Anthony, who very clearly didn’t share the same concern that Mark and Elizabeth did. You all giggled quietly.

“But uh, let’s take advantage of the situation, eh?” Chris (Hemsworth) pulled a couple bags of doritos out of the broken vending machine, “Free doritos?” He shook the bags playfully. There was a moment where people seemed to question whether they prioritized their dignity of the free doritos, and it’s fair to say that a large number of them chose the doritos.

You all went back to the movie room, collapsing on your mattresses and blankets, with your snacks. But before any of you could begin to focus on the movie once again, a sudden gasp broke out from across the room. “He has the last bag of Doritos!”

“No I don’t” Hemsworth was quick to deny Elizabeth’s claim but everyone could see the full bag that he had attempted to stuff under his blanket. All of a sudden, Scarlett leapt out of her sleeping bag, trying to reach the chips before he did, but unfortunately all the gym workouts he had been going to (or yoga lessons you weren’t really sure) were paying off, as he held the woman at bay so he could grab the snack and hold it far out of her reach.

“Give it” she grunted and tried to reach past his grip and take the chips for herself, but before she had a chance, Chris (Evans) jumped up from his spot over by Tom and snatched the bag from him, holding a victorious grin on his face. Chris (Hemsworth) pouted angrily at his costar, not bothering to fight back as he knew it would be a losing battle (he was captain America for Christ’s sake). But you had a trick up your sleeve, you wanted those chips and you were going to get them whether it was the last thing you did.

Picking up the pillow beside you, you held it up as a shield as ran forward as fast as you could, taking in the confused expression Chris held in his face before you smashed into his stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs but unfortunately, not his.

He chuckled deeply as you smashed back into the wooden floors groaning as the pain surged through you. “I don’t think that worked as well as you thought it would” Mark commented from his comfortable spot on his mattress.

“No, it really didn’t”

The movie ended, and slowly but surely people started going to bed. There were yawns and stretches around you all bundled together on the floor. You too found yourself growing tired, stuffing yourself into your sleeping bag and getting comfortable.

“Goodnight!” you murmured and those who were awake mumbled it back drowsily. You distinctly heard Sebastian mutter back to you from his sleeping bag “shut up, I’m tired”. You chuckled for the last time that night, as soon sleep overcame you.

Then, at the the buttcrack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“i can hold the world in my hands”

A/N: I had this idea and I wanted to write it for all the Dorm Leaders! I tried to pour a lot of love into these, so I hope that comes across properly! Here we go~ Please enjoy!

Edit--additional pieces: ver i (this), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),ver iii (jamil), ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

It was during another one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday Parties. You were sat right next to Riddle, as you stirred a teaspoon in your tea. You giggled at the way Ace and Grimm messed around, while Deuce tried to stop them--only to be pulled into it. Cater laughed happily, the way he held his phone could only mean he probably filmed everything. Trey sat across you, a familiar smirk crawling up his lips as everyone enjoyed themselves.

You decided to take a peak at Riddle, only to notice that he had a terrible scowl on his face. You frowned, in turn, ‘I wonder what happened?’ His face was steadily becoming red, ‘Uh-oh’ you frantically thought of a way to distract him before everyone else caught onto his bad mood, and you had a little ‘Aha!’ moment as you realized one thing you could do. “Riddle~” His sharp gray eyes barely glanced your way, his gaze still focused on the chaos caused by Ace, Deuce and Grimm. “What is it?” He asked, his brow twitched, his grip on his staff tightened. “Did you know? I know how to hold the world in my hands.” “Ohoh?” Riddle scoffed, “As far as I know, the world is too big to do that. That is impossible even with mag--” as he turned to face you, you quickly reached towards him, and placed both of your hands on either of his cheeks. Riddle paused as he met your gaze. “See? I’m holding the world in my hands.” You smiled, all cheeky. Riddle stared at you, his expressions told you his emotions. The furrowed brows meant he was confused, the way his eyes squinted told you he was trying to recall something--and the way his eyes jolted wide told you he understood what you were trying to say. You smiled, and he flushed a pretty shade of red. ‘That’s better!’ “You--what--how--” he sputtered in response.

You gently pressed against his cheeks, and he raised one of his own, to twine your fingers. ‘My world’ you tried to convey this with your eyes, with your touch. His eyes softened very quickly, and you were ready to claim victory when--

“Awww! How cute!” You hear Cater’s happy voice, “I got that live!” “Ewww! What was that?” Grimm’s disgusted voice reached you too, while Ace laughed and Deuce bawled over how cute it was. You turned your head, only to meet Trey’s gaze. His smirk widened, and your cheeks flush red at the realization that the whole of Heartslabyul was paying attention. In your hands, Riddle began trembling. You turned your head back to him quickly, only to notice that he was no longer a pretty shade of red. He was a furious shade of red. “Oh... oh dear...” “[OFF WITH YOUR HEAD]!” Riddle leapt up, and pointed his staff at Cater, who yelped and hid behind Deuce--which led him to get hit with the spell instead. “Senior Cater!” Deuce shrieked, and the whole party descended into madness--as Cater, Ace and Grimm rapidly retreated behind other members, or behind the tables. “Ah... I wasn’t off much help...” you laughed nervously, “in the end he didn’t calm down.” “Nonsense.” Across you, Trey rested his chin on the back of his hand, and shot you a friendly smirk. “He’s in a much better mood.” You looked forward to see the way Riddle had caught Cater, Ace, Deuce and Grimm. They were all kneeling in front of him as he began a sermon.

‘T-that’s a better mood?’ you couldn’t help but wonder, as sweat dripped down your temple. Riddle glanced at you over his shoulder, and the way he quickly averted his gaze told you everything.

You laughed softly. “I guess it is~”

It was rare for Leona to be in a good mood. In fact, you figured he’s probably never in a good mood. Whatever he was feeling--it was always between very bad mood to just lazy bad mood--with lazy bad mood being the best time to approach him about anything. You were pretty good at figuring out where he was on the scale of bad moods, and you often coordinated with Ruggie on updating his “Leona’s Bad Mood Scale”. So, the moment you caught sight of how his ears and whole face twitched, the grip he had on his biceps, and how his tail was thumping in a certain beat--your eyes immediately darted around the Garden, in search for possible explanations for his mood. ‘No sign of anything that could’ve upset him.’ Now normally, whenever he was upset, you tried to cheer him up--sometimes with lame jokes, or ear scratches--he’ll deny it, but it always calms him down. However, he looked to be in a very very bad mood. The ear scratches won’t work. ‘He’s likely to scratch me first.’ You think wryly.

This seemed to be a level that doesn’t currently exist on the “Leona’s Bad Mood Scale”. ‘Huh... I guess it’s time to update that again.’ You make a mental note to tell Ruggie, before you bounced right over into Leona’s line of sight. When he caught sight of you, you noticed how thin his pupils were. His lips pulled back to reveal his teeth as he snarled. “I’m not in the mood herbivore.”

“but Leona, you never are.” you pointed out not-so-innocently, and his scowl became even more severe. ‘Ah... he really looks like a grumpy cat.’ You fixed your expression quickly before he realized you were thinking about how much he looked like your pet cat-- ‘Now, what can I say--?’��

“Hey Leona~ I learnt how to do something today~” you bent down, your arms rested on top of your knees as you balanced yourself on the balls of your feet. “I said I’m not interested.” “I learnt how to hold the world in my hands~” you hummed, and his eyes narrowed. “Haah? Are you an idiot? You can’t hold the world in your hands” he snorted in response, that is, until he feels your hands cup his cheeks. “There.” Your eyes shined with genuine affection, as you brushed you hands across his cheeks. “I’m holding the world in my hands.” The way your eyes met his own without fear, but just... concern... and--could he say it?... no he couldn’t even think of it. Your actions--so filled with care--unknotted his tense shoulders, and loosened his tight grip on his arms. “You--” damned herbivore. He sighed very deeply, his eyes sliding shut. Somehow--you always managed to make him lose all the anger brewing just beneath his skin. For some reason--the way you looked at him made nothing else matter. For some reason--you were still looking at him--you were still seeing him. His ears dipped down, and his tail slowed, then relaxed. His whole expression smoothened, and you noticed just the slightest flush of red on his cheeks ‘Aha! Success!’ Then his eyes flashed open. “Eep!” You blinked wearily at the bright light coming from the midday sun, until Leona’s figure covered it up. He had one hand snake up your leg, and you feel your face flush. “Leona!” you squeaked as you tried to grab his hand with your hand, only for him to easily grab yours in turn, and press them above your head. He raised the wrist of his other hand to his face, and used his mouth to tug the button open. “You don’t say things like that and expect nothing coming from me, herbivore.” he chuckled, and gave you a smirk that made you breathless, “be prepared~”

“Oya.” you’re greeted by the sweetly smiling Leech brother, Jade. “If it isn’t the Prefect. Here to visit Azul?” You flushed at how quickly he figured you out, but Jade’s smile only widened into a knowing one. “Yes please. Where is he?” “He’s in the VIP Room.” He quickly noticed the look on your face, so Jade added “Don’t worry. He’s not meeting with a client, he’s just sorting out some paperwork. You can go right ahead.” “Jade... are you sure you’re not a mind reader?” You exhaled, and Jade chuckled softly. “Oh my... I am simply one hell of an assistant.” He pressed a gloved hand over his chest, “well then, do go on. I doubt you’ll make it to Azul if Floyd spots you first.” “Thank you Jade!~” you skipped off, as you easily ducked past Octavinelle students on your way to the VIP room. When you get there, you knocked on the door, only to hear a disgruntled noise from the other side. When you peek into the room, your eyes meet with Azul’s, from behind a stack of paperwork. He blinked once in surprise, before a pleasant smile curled up his lips. “I didn’t think you’d be visiting.” He motioned for you to come in, which you did after firmly shutting the door. “Yeah well, you’ve been busy so I thought I should just drop in and... get a few minutes with you?” your voice trailed off uncertainly as his smile dropped, and his gaze shifted back to his paperwork. “I’d like to finish this.” he decided, “give me a moment?” “Sure.” was barely out of your mouth, before Azul tuned you out and refocused on the papers. Knowing that when Azul said a moment, he actually meant longer, you thought you should just make yourself comfortable across the couches. You sat down, and instantly grabbed a sea salt chocolate from the platter before you. Normally this wasn’t here, but it was something Jade would put whenever he knew you would be coming to visit Azul. Knowing how easily distracted Azul was by his paperwork, you’ve spent a lot of time just sitting here and doing--mostly nothing--until Floyd comes in to kidnap you.

However, you didn’t really want to leave Azul. You crossed your legs, placed your elbow on your thigh as you leant forward, and cupped your own cheek with your hand. You watched as Azul quietly got absorbed into his work. Just watching him made your heart fill with love, he was beautiful. He always was, but there was just... something about him, when he worked... when he was most confident--and at peace--he was truly something to look at. ‘And aren’t I just the luckiest, to call him, mine?’ you think to yourself, giddy--as a goofy smile spread across your lips. You might’ve started dating some time ago, but this was the love story of your dreams--nothing could compare, and you’re sure that every moment you share together will be heartrending. ‘I wonder...’

Your fingers twitch against your cheek, and you blink in realization. Azul’s eyes scanned through the document as fast as he could. While he wasn’t aware enough to realize you were staring at him rather mischievously--he was distinctly aware of your presence, and how close you were to him. You had both been extremely busy. The Headmaster had asked you to look into some matter, while he had got a flood of paperwork regarding Mostro Lounge’s new products. He could feel his heart pound the closer he got to finishing his work. Every paper added to the finished pile, was a second closer to spending time with you. “Azul~” he yelped as he felt you whisper into his ear, your breath tickled him, and made him flinch. He looked up at you with a beet red face. “Don’t surprise me like that!” He frantically looked away, as he pretended to be concerned about his paperwork--but really, he could feel the warmth on his cheeks, and he wanted to calm down. He wanted to be cool and collected around you after all. Curse this human body! He had such a difficult time controlling his emotions-- “I don’t really want to spend anymore time on this--” “Azul~ Did you know, I can hold the world in my hands?” “Eh? Did you have such an ability?” He turned to look up at you, interested in what you had to say, that is until--he felt your warm hands cup his cheeks gently. “Like this~ I can hold the world when I do this.” Your eyes crinkled, and your smile was bright and Azul very much wanted to immortalize this moment. That is until your words finally sunk in and any work he tried to think up of, to cool down, didn’t help. Azul’s face turned bright red, and you would normally be very happy at the fact that he looked pretty pleased too--that is until he blinked rapidly, his eyes getting wet behind his glasses, and the tears began to slide down-- “Oh no, Azul!” you leant down to press a kiss against his tears, and apparently Azul couldn’t handle it anymore. One moment, he was seated in front of you--and in the next moment he disappeared. “Wait, Azul?” you turned your head in confusion, only to see a large, black pot in the corner of the office that you swear wasn’t there before. It was shaking intensely, and you could see tentacles retreating into it. ‘No way...’ with your mouth falling agape, you also couldn’t help but think ‘how cute! Azul is the cutest!’ “Azul! Is this your octopus pot? It’s so cute! You’re so cute!” “Stop it!” The pot shook as Azul wailed from inside, “stop it! I can’t calm down!” “No! It really is cute! Azul! You’re so amazing!” He let out a high pitched sound, but unfortunately for him, you just kept throwing praises despite his desperate begging for you to stop. This is how the Leech twins find you and Azul. Floyd laughed and Jade smirked when you sheepishly explained what happened to their esteemed leader, which led to another whole round of gentle teasing, with Azul yelling that “I’m never leaving this pot!”

The three of you take another whole hour to coax your beloved octopus out of the pot and into your arms again.

"That was amazing Kalim!” you clapped your hands at another successful parade. Kalim beamed at you brightly. “Right? I’m glad you enjoyed it!” Kalim laughed heartily, and you could feel yourself warm at the brilliance of his smile.

‘Kalim... you know you...’

If there was someone who has genuinely helped you smile throughout your time in Twisted Wonderland--it would be no one other than Kalim. He was just so... vibrant. Around him--it was easy to forget how worried you were about your family, friends, your own situation. All of that falls away when faced with Kalim’s genuine good cheer and positivity.

‘That’s why... if I could do something...’

“Hey, Kalim?”

“Hrm?” He looked at you, and you felt your heart melt when you see the way his cheeks puffed up from the food he had eaten (and an idea shapes in your mind at seeing his cheeks). He swallowed, tilting his head, and blinking his bright red eyes at you. ‘Hohhhh my god he’s so adorable...’ “What is it?”

“You know...” you smiled at him, heart pounding at the thought of what you were about to do. “I can hold the world in my hands.” His eyes sparkled in interest.

“Oooh! Can you? Can you really? Can you do it right now?” “Sure I can show you.” With that Kalim focused on you, and you couldn’t help giggle when you noticed a single crumb of bread on his cheek. You reached forward, cupped his face, while gently brushing the crumb of bread off of his cheek. He blinked at you in response.

“Ah... weren’t you going to show me how to hold the world?”

“Yeah.” your eyes automatically softened at that. “I’m doing it right now.” It takes a second for it to sink in--and you know when it does because the most dazzling smile appears on Kalim’s face. “Awww...” He places his hands above yours, and laces your fingers together. He briefly squeezes your fingers in his own palm, before just as quickly as he held your hands--he reached forward and cupped your cheeks as well.

“Now, I’m holding my world too.” He says, in that sweet, cheerful way he does--unaware of how quickly your heart raced at his action. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and your hands slip off his face, only to cover your own.

“Ah? Is something wrong?”

“You’re so unfair Kalim...” you squeaked, “you weren’t supposed to respond like that!”

“What? Why?” he frowned, as he tried to peer at your face. “Why can’t I tell you the truth? That you are my world as well?”

“That’s because I wanted to do something for you! Not the other way around!” you groaned.

“Ahaha! But you did make me happy!” Kalim clutched your hands, and pulled it from your face so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “It makes me even happier that I can tell you--being here, right now... it’s the most wondrous place for you and me.”

You flushed, pleased.

EXTRA:

“Disgusting.” Jamil declared, his face twisted as he watched the adoring couple from several steps away. He couldn’t hold it for long however, and his lips curled as he watched how happy they were.

Vil was used to praise.

He was a model after all. You’d seen the way he reacted to praise. When he’s told how beautiful or handsome he is--he would huff, pleased, with his head tilted back slightly, and then he’d say in a ‘tell-me-something-I-don’t-know’ tone “Yes I am.”

So here you were, figuring out the best way to convey how much you loved him.

He wasn’t a very physically affectionate person, not even in private. He was just used to looking super amazing all the time--that physical affection can sometimes get in the way of that. Out of respect for his craft, you tried not to be too handsy.

Through the mirror, Vil meets your gaze underneath long, pale lashes. His lips curl in a delighted smile.

‘Beautiful.’ You think, ‘And I am so very lucky.’ “Dear one, I know I am beautiful, but you have been staring for quite awhile.” He raised a fine brow. “Is something on your mind?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” You said, a little absentmindedly.

“Ohoh? And I’d think if I was on your mind... I wouldn’t be nothing.” He turned his head to look at you, his blonde-lavender hair brushing his shoulders elegantly at his sudden movement.

“I’m just trying to figure something out.” you murmured softly, as you come closer. Vil turns back to the mirror in response, as he gently begins to fix his hair. You study the way he delicately braids his hair around the crown.

“I’m all ears, dear one.” he said softly, as he studied himself in the mirror. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful as ever, of course.” you said, and he shot you a winning smile--the same sort of smile he’d give a fan. ‘What can I say to him I wonder?’

“Hey Vil.”

“Mhm?”

“Did you know, that you can hold the world in your hands?” He peers up at you curiously.

“Are we looking at this metaphorically or literally?” He arched a brow, “because--for example, I can say I hold the world in my hands because of my job as a model.”

“I mean, I guess you can look at it like that!” You giggle softly, “but no, I mean--literally.” He looks at you curiously.

“Oh? Do tell.” He was about to return to looking at himself in the mirror, when he felt your hands brush his fringe back, and your fingers tremble gently against his jawline. He meets your gaze again, and there’s a certain raw... emotion there that makes him pause.

“See Vil?” you whisper oh so gently. “I’m holding the world in my hands.”

His eyes widened briefly at that, before they slide shut, and he tilts his head to press it against your warm hands. Your hands flinch briefly, and his heart flutters--you truly did understand him--you understood how important his job was to him. You didn’t dismiss it as an extreme form of vanity. You saw it as a part of him, and peacefully just accepted it.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” He turned his head to press a kiss onto your wrist--where he can feel your pulse rise, his lipstick leaving a stain behind.

“Yeah. I just really wanted you to know how important you were to me.” You smiled, and he squeezes your hand in turn.

“Well dear one, I want you to know one thing.” He reaches forward, and strokes your cheek. “You’re very important to me too, so much more than my make up. So I won’t mind this--” he presses your hand against his cheek again. “from time to time, alright?” Your eyes glitter, and he smiles because he nailed exactly what you wanted to get from this.

“Mhm!”

You pouted as you stared at Idia, who was busy coding a new virtual world program. You had gone to the Ignihyde Dorm in the hopes of spending time with your beau, but instead he was distracted by another virtual world.

I mean--no doubt, he was the cutest, especially when he was super fired up doing something. You once saw him doing his idol dance--and it was just so cute. Even if he desperately begged you to forget it, you kept it as treasured memory.

“It’s almost done! I can almost hold it in my hands!” he huffed underneath his breath as his tapping intensifies.

‘World... hands...’ An idea comes to mind, and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.

“You know Idia, I can hold the world in my hands.”

“That’s nice.” He said, absolutely not hearing you at all. You huffed, before moving closer.

“Idia.” His rapid tapping continues on, and so does his muttering. So you do the only thing you can do. With great effort, you slink your way under one arm, and pop right in between his arms.

“Gah! You--! You were here?” Idia gaped up at you, and you sweat dropped in response.

‘Unbelievable. He was the one who told me to come in when I knocked earlier, and he didn’t even realize it was me?’ You pouted for a second before, you shook your head. Meanwhile, Idia’s face turned pink when he realized how close you were, so he rolled his chair backwards to make more space in between you two.

“That’s right. I’m here. You’ve been ignoring me Idia.” Idia squawked in surprise.

“I--uh! I didn’t mean too? I’m sorry?” Idia shifted his head from side to side. “But wait--I need to finish this thing-! I’m almost done! I can physically feel this new world in my hands! It’s going to be e p i c!”

“Listen to me first! This will only take a moment!” Idia blinked warily, before he nodded.

“I can hold the world in my hands.” Idia squinted at your hands in response. Not seeing anything, he assumes you mean you can code too? His eyes widened at that and he rapidly looked up to your face.

“Wait, you can code too?” Then he yelped when your hands cupped his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at his completely gobsmacked expression.

“Tada!~ I’m holding the world in my hands~”

Idia stared at you, frozen, as your words replayed in his head.

“Idia?”

‘I’m holding the world in my hands’

“Um... hello? Babe are you there?”

‘holding the world in my hands’

“Idia? Hey...”

‘the world in my hands’

“Hey--you’re worrying me?”

‘So I just unlock a super important scene wherein the absolute waibando* character just confessed to the mc?’

“Hello? Idia.exe?”

‘Hang on Idia, this wasn’t just any waibando character to an mc.’

‘Ah. That’s right. They said it to me’ Idia thought, ‘Which means they’re directly telling me that I’m their world.’ Idia nodded to himself, ‘GG. Cool I figured it out.’

Then it finally, actually dawned on Idia and he promptly combusted into brilliant pink flames.

“Oh no! Idia!” You yelled, at which point Ortho comes running into the room.

“What happened--oh no!” at the sight of his brother on fire, Ortho adjusted his hand, and blasted his brother with his fire extinguisher function.

“Luckily brother installed this system to me.” Ortho says, in a very bright tone, and you only sweat dropped in response as Idia yells about “critical hits.”

[*] waibando - a term created by my friend, Val, that combines waifu and husbando which she uses to refer to her favourite characters. because i wanted to maintain gender neutrality, i decided to use waibando instead of specifically waifu or husbando. this can be used interchangeably with husbaifu. credits to my friend, haha, I asked her for permission to use it here~

“Woah! So you can do all of that, Bright Eyes?”

Malleus hummed in response, “Indeed I can, little one.”

The two of you were taking one of your nightly walks around the Ramshackle Dorm, your arm linked around one of his. (Let it be known, that unknown to you--Sebek, Silver and Lilia were actually stalking you several bushes away. It was only Malleus’s occasional dark glare in their direction that kept Sebek away.)

“Is there anything you can’t do?” You tilt your head as you look at your incredibly tall companion.

“With magic? Nothing. I have long mastered every single spell.” He shrugged his shoulders in disinterest. Magic was... far from impressive. He didn’t really see it as extraordinary. The only reason he was still speaking about it, was because of that glitter of interest in your eyes. He finds that spark in your eyes fascinating, and he had no qualms in teaching you more. After all, who else is better suited to such a task?

“Well... there has to be something...” you put a finger to your lip in deep thought, and he finds it amusing that you thought such a thing could exist. (In the bushes, Sebek staggers upright to yell a ‘HOW DARE--’ but he’s quickly dragged back, out of sight by Silver and Lilia when they see Malleus’s shoulder twitch in response). When you snap your fingers, Malleus turns his gaze back to you, as you pull away from him briefly.

“I figured it out! The one thing you can’t do~”

“Ohoh? Pray tell what is it?” Malleus tilted his head, and you’re briefly distracted by how pretty he is under moonshine and starlight. “Little one?”

“Ah yeah! Sorry!” you laugh, and he arched his brow, having a very good idea as to what had gotten you distracted. You were never never very quiet with what you thought--it was fascinating, how much he could read from your expressions.

“You can’t hold the world.” This time, when Malleus raised a brow, it’s in bemusement.

“I am certain nobody can do that, little one.”

“Ah-ah-ah~” You move your finger from side to side, like a metronome. “But I can.” you cupped your hands together. “Take a look... I will hold the world in one... two...” you look up to notice he was still standing completely upright.

‘Well... that won’t do... Can’t reach him.’

“Come on Bright Eyes!” you laugh. “You won’t see it if you’re so far away.” You gesture for him to draw closer. He obliges, patiently, as he leans forward to inspect your palms.

“I will hold the world in one... two...” Malleus blinked, “and three~”

Your hands are gently cupping his face, as you grin up at him.

‘Ah.’ Malleus realized what you were trying to say, and he chuckled softly.

“Aren’t you simply... amazing.” he murmured gently, as he reached down to pat you on the head. “You continue to surprise me, little one. To think I thought nothing else could do so.”

“Hehe...” you blushed at his praise, and as you drew your hands back, he grasped onto one, and pressed a kiss against the back of your hands. Your blush brightened at the gesture and he smiled fondly.

‘Little do you know...’ Malleus mused, as you tugged him to continue walking. ‘Someone who holds as much power as I... can destroy the world.’ He glanced at your bright smile, and happy countenance--having not a single ounce of fear for him, despite knowing who he was. ‘Perhaps you do hold the fate of the world in your hands, little one.’

Extra:

“Sebek... are you okay?”

“Hnggh!” Sebek bit the handkerchief, and tugged. ‘I wish I could’ve told Lord Malleus he was my world first!’

“Ignore him Silver.”

“Ah...”

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst riddle #twst leona #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus #ai twst hold series

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 20

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

You’d just realised that - despite his little caveman episode earlier on - you didn’t ever want any man except Billy in your life.

Still gazing into his dark chocolate eyes, you heard yourself saying, “I think I’ll have that ring, please.”

You really wished you’d had your phone in your hand to take a photo of Billy’s face, because it was what they call ‘a picture’.

Never had you seen his mouth drop open so wide. He gaped at you for what felt like minutes, until he stuttered, “Th... the ring???” You nodded, “Yeah.”

He grabbed your hand and stood up, moving quickly out of the booth and dragging you along with him. Glancing at the waitress, who was looking very surprised, he said happily, “Sorry, miss. We’re gonna have to leave. Sorry ‘bout that.” She shrugged and turned away as Billy rushed to the door, you in tow.

Once outside you huffed, “Billy! Slow down! And what about lunch?!” “Nah, nah, nah. Lunch’s gonna have to wait!” “But I’m starving!” “Angel, I’ll get you lunch soon, I promise ya. Right now? I need to get you back to the apartment. Get that ring on your finger ‘fore you change your mind!”

He continued moving along the sidewalk at speed, gripping your hand tightly almost like he thought you’d try to get away. You were beginning to pant slightly as he was going at such a rate, his long legs eating up the sidewalk, and you laughed breathlessly, “Seriously, Billy, slow down!” He dropped back ever so slightly, “Nearly there, angel,” he grinned at you.

Eventually you arrived back at his apartment, Billy throwing open the door and then slamming it behind the two of you. Just as well he doesn’t have neighbours up here, you thought, otherwise they wouldn’t be very happy.

The next second, Billy’s mouth was on yours in a fiery kiss. He broke away, “Wait there, wait there!” He almost bounced over to the kitchen table and grabbed the ring box. Meanwhile, you were smiling at his goofy schoolboyish enthusiasm. Then he was back in front of you and dropping to one knee again, but this time looking happy as a clam. The ring box was held up towards you, open on this occasion, and its occupant sparkled at you as it caught the light.

A bit out of breath, he said your name in a serious tone before continuing, “....I’ve said all this to you before, but I’ll say it over and over again. As many times as you need me to say it. I want you in my life.... I’ll always want you in my life, angel. I love you so much it hurts, and I can’t be without you.” The dark eyes stared intently into yours, “Will you marry me? Please?”

This time you reached out and stroked the hand which was holding the ring box, “Yes, Billy.... I will.”

The smile which appeared on his face would’ve put the sun to shame. He leapt up, fumbling a bit as he took the ring out of the box, taking hold of your hand and sliding it onto your waiting finger. It fitted perfectly. How’d he manage that? you thought.

But when you met Billy’s eyes they were full of tears. You immediately reached up and stroked his face, “Billy.... you’re crying.” He sucked in a big breath and wiped a hand across his eyes, pulling you into his arms and just holding you close.

“Thank you,” he whispered next to your ear. “I really hope you don’t feel like I pressurised you into this, angel. It means so much to me that you said yes. But just ‘cause I wanted it so bad doesn’t mean I ignored what you said before. Hey, we can still get to know each other while you’re wearin’ that ring on your finger. I just wanted something that said to the world you’re mine.”

“Big sap,” you smiled against his chest. He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve already admitted I am,” before tipping your chin up with one long finger. His lips hovered over yours, “You’re my fiancée now.” You nodded, “Yes I am.” His mouth gently met yours and he kissed you... softly, slowly, with love.

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After a prolonged and passionate kissing session on Billy’s sofa, you two finally made it back out for lunch. Which mightily pleased you, as you were absolutely starving by now. Billy had your hand in his and he was happily swinging both your arm and his backwards and forwards as you two walked back to the same diner you’d been in earlier.

He’d asked if you wanted to go elsewhere, but you just couldn’t face going even a little bit further away - you were sure you’d faint from hunger if you did.

The same waitress looked round from where she was leaning on the counter as you and Billy went back in, and tracked you over to the same booth you’d occupied before. Whipping out her notepad and pen, she was once again drinking in Billy with her eyes and ignoring you so a bit pettily, you picked up the menu with a flourish so that the diamonds in your ring flashed as they caught the light.

Her eyes were drawn to it - as you’d expected them to be - and widened quite noticeably. Billy was smirking at you, as he knew exactly what you were doing. He repeated almost the same thing he’d said earlier, “And my fiancée will have.....”

You hid a grin and ordered steak and chips, and Billy smiled “I’ll have the same,” at the waitress, before switching his gaze back to you a millisecond later. She looked at you, her mouth set in an irritated line and turned on her heel without another word. “And two beers, please,” you called after her. “Okay,” she said over her shoulder. You grinned over at your fiancé - your stomach leapt as you thought of him as that for the first time - “Y’know, if she worked for me, I’d fire her.” Billy nodded, smirking, “I know you would, angel. And not just ‘cause she’s got the hots for your fiancé.”

You swiped the menu at his his head, and he ducked out of the way with a joyous chuckle. You could tell that Billy was almost incandescent with happiness, and you felt glad that you’d made him really smile again.

While waiting on your food, you had a ‘brilliant’ idea. With Billy watching on with an amused smirk on his face, you took a photo of your ring and sent it to Karen.

About 10 seconds later, your phone rang and you answered it to a long loud shriek of “Ohmygod-Ohmygod-Ohmygod!” “Hi Karen,” you replied, holding the phone away from your ear and smiling at Billy.

She took a breath before saying, “So you did it! What happened to slowing down and waiting a little bit, then?!” You laughed, putting the phone on speaker, “I came round to Billy’s way of thinking.” You heard a chuckle from her, then Frank’s voice in the background, “Whass goin’ on?” Karen filled him in on the new development, he yelled something unintelligible and then suggested you all meet up for a celebratory drink. “Did you hear that?” asked Karen, “Wanna meet up for a drink?”

You looked over at Billy with a raised eyebrow, he nodded, so you said to Karen you’d meet the two of them at a bar halfway between the two neighbourhoods.

After consuming your late lunch faster than the speed of light, you and Billy headed out from the diner (you couldn’t resist giving the waitress the brightest smile as she frowned over at you while Billy paid) and walked to the bar to meet your two friends. Just as you approached it, a body slammed into you and two arms got you in a bear hug. Initially freezing in shock, you relaxed as you heard Karen squealing into your ear.

You managed to extricate yourself and as you did so, she grabbed your left hand, pulling it up to her face and squealing again, “Oh...! oh my god, it looks so good on you!” Grinning, you replied, “Why thank you,” as you made your way into the bar. Heading to an empty table, Frank went to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne, returning to the table with it in an ice bucket. “Didn’t really see Frank as a champagne kinda guy,” you whispered to Karen. She and Billy grinned as Frank said. “I heard that!” and you looked at him apologetically, “C’mon, Frank, when was the last time you drank champagne?” He smiled, but a bit sadly, “At my wedding.”

Oh no, you thought, feeling instantly guilty. However Frank laughed now, “But if this isn’t a good time to take my second hit of champagne, I don’t know what is!” He glanced fondly over at Billy, who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face, then back at you, shaking his head and smiling, “You two.... I can’t keep up with you!”

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After several pleasant hours of drinking, chatting and laughing, you’d all eventually left the bar and gone your separate ways. Billy was now mildly tipsy, and insisted on walking down the street with both arms wrapped right around you. Which was fine until you met people coming in the other direction, meaning you had to dodge round them in an awkward dance, pulling Billy this way and that while he just clung onto you like an extra-large koala bear.

Back at his place, you were amused to see Billy’s eyes beginning to close drowsily, so despite all the filthy promises he’d been whispering into your ear the entire walk back, you two ended up just falling into bed and going to sleep.

You weren’t sure how many hours later, but you started to surface from your deep sleep as you suddenly became aware of hands on your breasts and something hard between your legs. Your eyes slowly opened to see Billy’s big dark eyes looking down into yours and then his hand found its way to your ring finger, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Billy had somehow managed to part your legs and manoeuvre himself between them while you were sleeping on your side. Realising that Billy was already inside you and beginning to thrust, you whispered, “Billy, you cheeky big devil!!! I’m not awake yet,” but you only heard a low laugh from him as he carried on making love to you.

He was nuzzling into your neck, kissing and licking so you decided to take what was yours and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling on it. He laughed out loud, “I guess you get to do that whenever you like now,” and thrust extra deep, making you gasp. “Definitely,” you managed to say as he rolled you over onto your back and pulled your knees up. His lips moved to your breasts, and your head went back onto the pillows as his tongue did its best work.

Suddenly he hit your sweet spot, and you hauled on his hair like you were trying to rein in a runaway horse, hearing an answering “Ow!” from him. You were just smirking to yourself when your climax hit you, and your mind went blank as you became completely immersed in it. Billy kept up his fast pace until you felt him shudder and release into you, his mouth biting down on your shoulder.

He moved onto his back, but somehow managing to stay inside you for the moment even as he softened. “Sweetheart.... you know I’m happy that you like my hair, but I truly don’t wanna be bald!” he laughed as he tried to get his breath back.

“I’ll buy you a wig!” you replied, “...sorry, Billy... not gonna stop pulling your hair, you know I’m not.”

Billy smiled lazily over at you, eyes staring into yours as he pulled slowly out of you, saying happily, “Yeah, angel, don’t worry... I know you’re not!”

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After breakfast, which involved a certain amount of kissing as well as the food items, you said to Billy that you needed to go shopping. You were just finishing a catch-up text with Jake, and noticed Billy reaching for his jacket. “No!” you blurted out, and he looked over at you in confusion and with a slightly hurt look on his face.

Billy seemed to need to be physically attached to you right now; he couldn’t stop stroking, touching, hugging, kissing you (with some licking thrown in there for good measure), so he looked really disappointed that you were insisting on going on your own. “I’ve just got a couple of extremely boring things to pick up, poppet and I don’t want to inflict that on you,” you soothed, going over to him for yet another long kiss.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he grumbled, “...how long you gonna be?” You stroked his face, “Not long, I promise.” A slightly happier look on his face, he sprawled out on the sofa and switched on the TV, so you sang out, “Bye!” and made your escape, a satisfied little smirk on your face.

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Twenty minutes later, you were in Harry Winston’s Fifth Avenue store. The sales assistant was looking at you as if you’d been let out of a psychiatric unit for the day. You’d just handed her a ring made of out of a sliver of Post-It note, rolled up and sellotaped together. She took it from you, holding it between two fingers as if it might bite her.

You sighed, and decided to explain the situation to her as otherwise you didn’t think she’d take you seriously. “Look, my fiancé got me this ring....” extending your rock-laden finger towards her, “... but it was a complete surprise.” She now gave you a warm smile, recognising one of their very expensive engagement rings.

“And I want to get him a ring,” you carried on, “...and I want it to be a surprise for him too. Had to pretend I was just idly wrapping scrap paper round his fingers while I was watching something on Netflix.” It did look like something a kindergarten kid might’ve made, but you were quite proud of your improvised way of finding out Billy’s ring size.

Now she was really getting into it, leading you to a display case of big chunky men’s rings. “I’ve got something in mind, but I’m not sure you’ll have it in stock yet.” She gave you a quizzical look, and you described a ring you’d noticed recently in a fashion magazine; a fairly thin matt black titanium band, with two ultra-thin strips of platinum running round each edge. You knew that one of those chunky ones just wouldn’t look right at all on Billy’s long, slim finger.

She gave you a huge smile, “We’ve just launched some new collections, and that’s one of them! - our Midnight range. Please wait here, madam, and I’ll be right back.”

Soon you were on your way back uptown to Lenox Hill, and this time you were the one with a ring box hidden away out of sight.

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As you let yourself into the apartment and hung up your jacket by the door, you noticed that Billy had dozed off on the sofa. You loved watching Billy sleep, so perched on the edge next to him and stroked back a couple of strands of hair which had strayed onto his forehead.

He awoke at your touch, smiling sleepily up at you, “Angel, you’re back...”

You took hold of his left hand, and scrabbled around in your bag for the ring box. “Billy.... you remember you said you wanted something to show the world I belonged to you?” He gazed back at you warily, as if he thought you might’ve changed your mind while you were out. “Uh... yeah?”

“Well, snap!” you said, finally finding the box, opening it and then sliding the black band onto his ring finger.

Billy’s eyes widened, and mouth opened in surprise. “Wow!” he said, sitting up and looking at it closely, “I love it!” You breathed a sigh of relief: some guys didn’t even like wearing their wedding bands, never mind an engagement ring. “So you’ll wear it?” you asked. He nodded, “Uhuh, course I will, angel!”

He turned his hand this way and that, and you admired how good the slim band looked on his finger.

His dark eyes met yours, and he gave a low chuckle, “Ha, see...? Now you’ve got me on that leash, sweetheart!”

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moeyy-writes · 3 years

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Bucket of Snakes

Zak Bagans x Reader, Billy Tolley x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: brief mention of blood, other than that it’s just goofy shenanigans. Oh, and poorly edited as usual. Haha.

Word Count: 1,649

A/N: I had a few ideas for this theme, and I might make it a drabble collection. I haven’t decided yet. Also, who wouldn’t want to set up a prank with Billy?

My Full Master List

You danced in the passenger seat of Billy’s car, hoping to set your plan in motion before Zak returned home. For now, Aaron and Jay were keeping him occupied with yet another game of golf, which allowed you and your best friend just enough time to set up your latest prank.

And this one was your best yet.

You held your phone up and started filming your excitement. Billy was already planning on having Jay film the entire prank but having a silly little intro wouldn’t hurt.

“Heading to the Bagans Manor with a bucket of snakes,” you sang to your phone. Billy chuckled beside you.

“I hope you aren’t on Instagram live or something. We need to keep this a secret.” You rolled your eyes, still filming, and turned to the driver.

“Dude, how many pranks have we done so far? I’m not going to spoil it,” you scoffed. “That’s a rookie move, Tolley.” You stuck your tongue out, then turned back to your phone. You wiggled your shoulders and smiled. “Heading to the Bagans Manor with a bucket of snakes,” you continued with a giggle.

You turned the phone back over to Billy, who just smiled, Starbucks drink in hand. He cheered the camera. “The saga continues.”

As Billy pulled into the driveway, your body hummed with excitement. The moment the car stopped, you leapt out and raced for the truck. You opened the door and grinned at the plain white bucket.

“He’s going to hate us for this one.” You reached for the bucket, then skipped up the driveway to the door.

You unlocked the door and waited for Billy to grab the rest of the gear. You peered around him and stared at the car, which was parked dead-center in the middle of the driveway.

“You think we should move that over a little? Jay is going to text me when they’re on the way back, but I don’t want to have to worry about parking on the street.” You reached out for the bucket that Billy was carrying and nodded towards the car.

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

While Billy went to move his car, you made your way to Zak’s favorite room. It didn’t really have a title, but it best resembled a creepy, fucked up mancave. It looked like a partial library with a grand table in the middle, like where vampires would meet and have a blood tasting party or some shit. Right before leaving for a lockdown, Zak, you, and the crew and would all gather in there and go over travel plans.

And this is where Billy, Jay, and you usually went over evidence after a lockdown.

You gently placed the buckets onto the hardwood floor and smiled. It was going to be a piece of cake to get that bucket overhead. You knew there was a ladder in the garage, and Billy was surprisingly knowledgeable in rigging traps like this.

Once Billy got back from moving the car, he started unpacking the tools while you went in search for the ladder. You knew last saw it on the wall next to where you parked your car. And, luckily, that’s exactly where it was.

Lugging that ladder to the other side of the huge house wasn’t an easy feat, but you managed to do it without breaking anything. Honestly, that alone was deserving of a medal. Zak wasn’t exactly a sparce decorator.

“Okay, I’ll hold the ladder and you can—”

“Oh no,” Billy interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “You’re younger and far nimbler that I am. There’s no fucking way I’m getting on that thing. I’ll break a hip.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Fine, old man, just hold the damn thing still. I don’t want Zak coming home to a broken fiancé.”

“It’s beautiful. Our best work yet,” you boasted as you stared up at your handy work, hands on your hips. Billy chuckled beside you.

“It’s pretty genius,” he agreed. “Have you heard from Jay?

Shit. You hadn’t looked at your phone in ages.

“Uh, hold on.” You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and studied the screen.

Two New Text Messages: Jay Wasley

Jay: Hey, we are leaving now. Do you need us to buy you more time?

Jay: We’re five minutes out. I hope you guys are ready.

“Shit, Jay said they were five minutes out three minutes ago. They will be here any minute!” You rushed to your usual spot, in the living room. You turned the TV on and tried to look comfortable while Billy plopped down into the leather chair beside you.

The moment you two settled, you heard the sound of car doors slamming. The sound sent a shock wave of nervous tingles through your body. There’s no turning back now.

“If he gets pissed off and calls off the wedding, I’m blaming you,” you whispered as the door opened. Zak’s distant voice filled the air.

“He better not. I already bought my groomsman tux—”

“Hey there, couch potatoes. How was your day?” Zak greeted as he entered the room. You beamed up at him and smiled.

“Hey!” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Did you get through any of the footage?” Zak gently rubbed your shoulders as he stood behind the couch.

“Uh, no. Not really. We went to get lunch, then went into a food coma. Plus, it’s a shit ton of footage. We thought all of us could go through it together.” You stared up at Zak, who just smiled.

“I mean, sure. It was a two-part lockdown, so I’m sure there’s a lot to look at.” He glanced over at Billy, who was staring down on his phone. “You guys almost out of your food coma?” You nodded, then slowly lifted off the couch.

“I’ll go set up the computers,” Billy announced, stepping in front of you. “Jay, you wanna help real quick?” You watched as Jay nodded. He was nominated to film the plan in motion.

“How was your game?” you asked, trying to distract Zak are a moment. Aaron immediately start laughing.

“You mean other than almost falling into the pond?” You laughed with him.

“Wait, what?” You turned and stared at Zak, who rolled his eyes.

“Dude, they definitely moved that pond! I don’t remember it being there before!” Zak scoffed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, the pond by the eighth hole?” You turned back to Aaron. You had been invited to play with them a few times, not that golf was your best sport. Usually, you and Aaron tried to beat each other on who could have the worst game.

Zak sighed. “It wasn’t there before!” He was adamant and he wasn’t backing down.

“Okay, babe. But, if you really want to go swimming, we can always just go to Aaron’s place. The last thing you need is to get E. Coli from all that goose crap.” You had to tease him one more time. He was so adorable when he got embarrassed. “Now, let’s go see what Billy and Jay are up to.” Zak just sighed and nodded.

The three of you headed up to Zak’s favorite room. You led the way, wanting to look back as the whole thing played out. Zak was right behind you, followed by Aaron.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you neared the hall. You turned into the first door on the right, then gave your signal, before spinning on your heels. The moment you turned around, Zak passed through the doorway. In an instant, Billy pulled the rope, emptying the large bucket of snakes onto the unsuspecting target.

“What the Fu—Ahhh!” Zak shrieked and nearly leapt into Aaron’s arms. You, Billy, and Jay all immediately erupted in laughter, followed by Aaron. Zak grasped onto Aaron’s arm for dear life, staring wide-eyed at the dozens of plastic and rubber snakes that now littered the floor.

“Oh my god, look at the terror in his eyes!” Billy cackled as he doubled over, holding his stomach.

“Zak, man, I can’t feel my arm. It’s okay, Z.” Aaron pulled away from Zak, but Zak barely moved. You peered back at Jay, who was still recording, then back at Zak.

“Babe?” For a moment, you were afraid that you had given him an aneurysm or something. Zak’s widened eyes slowly locked on you.

“Fuck you, Y/N.” His voice was low and stern. He slowly loosened his grip on Aaron as he studied the snakes on the floor. “This is why you fuckers haven’t looked at any evidence yet.”

You burst into laughter. “Yeah, well, it was worth it,” you retorted. Billy nodded beside you, agreeing.

“Is this what I have to look forward to now?” Zak finally caught his breath and stepped cautiously over the snakes, towards you. “Am I always going to be looking over my shoulder?”

You grinned. “You knew what you were in for, babe.”

“Dude, we’ve been pranking you since before you two started dating, and you still proposed,” Billy defended, patting Zak’s shoulder. “Don’t call off the wedding now. That tux was expensive.”

Zak laughed, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, I’m not calling anything off.” He yanked you tightly against him and leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from your ear. “But I’m not the only one who should be looking over my shoulder. Revenge is swift, and someone in this room may just be a double-agent.” Your eyes widened and you peered over to Billy, who shared the same look.

“Haha, well, good luck pranking the masters.” You tried to hide your nerves, but Zak was good at surprises. He planned several surprise parties for you and the guys, and had planned his elaborate proposal for months without you suspecting a damn thing.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

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ur-jinji · 3 years

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Heyo!! You’re incredibly talented and I was wondering if I could request a Sokka x Reader using the fluff prompts number 32 and/or 23? Anyway thank you so much and I’m glad I’m not the only one who also loves Varrick

a/n: AHH THIS IS SO CUTE OMG and thank you 🥺🥺 also us varrick stans are superior hehe

fluff prompts

23: “don’t get me wrong. i like the kissing. i’m all for the kissing. more kissing, i say.”

32: “your lap is my new favorite seat.”

good old fashioned lover boy

sokka x f!reader

college aged & modern au

summary: y/n was a firm disbeliever in love, but sokka helps in changing her mind

warning: mention of a cheating & toxic relationships

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Y/N never believed much in love.

She was never lucky when it came to relationships. Her first boyfriend cheated, and her second was manipulative and toxic, but she could see through that bullshit. She escaped those relationships with a few mental scrapes and bruises, but the experience matured and hardened her. Y/N decided she didn’t really want to try to find love anymore. If it came, it came, but either way, she was content. Her main goal was to just focus on looking out for herself. But, that ephinany didn’t last forever.

Enter... Sokka.

Sokka was Y/N’s goofy friend who never failed to put a smile on her face. He was always making attempts to hang out, in which she’d decline. He even went out of his way to beg his other friends not to show up the movies so he could be alone with her. It was no secret that Sokka was highly attracted to you. He made moves. Constantly. It started with flirty texts, telling Y/N how good she looked that day. He once even made the cringey “without me? ;)” text message when she said she was going to take a shower. The texts quickly turned into in-person flirting. He would call her “pretty” or “a snack” almost every time he saw her. He would also tease her, saying rather suggestive comments, have lingering touches, or try to play footsies under the table on nights out with their shared friends.

Unknowingly to her friends, but Y/N always bit back. It wasn’t always obvious, but she found herself being just as playful and suggestive. She wouldn’t lie, she was very flattered. She enjoyed the attention he gave her and the reactions he would give when she played along. She loved seeing him try harder when she gave him that signature look when he called her pretty. Y/N would even go as far as to admitting she found Sokka attractive. But, she always told herself to not let that attraction and excitement form into anything else. But little did she know, Sokka’s behavior was all out of love, not just the excitement of the chase. That kid was completely whipped. All he wanted was Y/N. He loved when she teased him back. He loved when she whacked his shoulder, trying to a hide playful smirk that would show she enjoyed it, but failing horribly. He loved when she would keep a blank face in front of her friends, attempting to hide that she was playing footsies back with him under the table. (There was an awkward conversation or two when she accidentally started touching someone else’s foot). Sokka loved it all.

Sokka’s heart nearly imploded the first time Y/N kissed him. She had been drunk, but when they woke up in the same bed together, she wasn’t repulsed and/or regretful like he was afraid she would be. But, he was disappointed when she gathered her belongings and secretly made a walk of shame back to her dorm and never brought it up again. The same exact situation happened two more times after that. The second time, Sokka realized that Y/N would always wait until they were alone. And that every time, she was drunk. It was like that was the only time she could be somewhat vulnerable and let her guard down. And he was right.

Y/N found it hard to publicly show any form of affection towards Sokka. She wanted to lie to herself, but she couldn’t. So, she lied to those around her. It was known by her friends that she despised relationships. But, she was really confused about her feelings, and wanted to always keep that guard up as much as she possibly could. What wasn’t well known by her friends was the fact that her walls would come down when she drank. Sokka was the only one who had any idea, and that was because he knew from personal experience.

Sokka was able to chip at Y/N’s wall when she agreed to hang out alone in his dorm not long after the final drunken hook up. They watched a movie and ended up practically spooning, but when his roommate returned to the dorm, Y/N didn’t waste any time to scramble away and put some distance between Sokka before the roommate would see. It’s not that she was embarrassed of Sokka. She was embarrassed of breaking the promise she made to herself.

Y/N found herself at Sokka’s dorm yet again a few days after that incident. He had brushed it off, putting the pieces together on own as to why she didn’t want anyone knowing. She sat down on the edge of his bed. Sokka was seated at his desk chair towards the end of his bed. There was an awkward silence that drove him crazy. He noticed her bouncing her leg, and her eyes nervously shifting around the room. He sighed dramatically and stood up, making his way over to the girl. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up.

“Sokka! Stop! Put me down!” Y/N squealed in surprise. She thrashed around in his grasp. He moved over to the desk chair and sat down, sitting her on his lap, his arms remaining around her waist. Almost immediately, she stopped thrashing and calmed down, seeming rather content. Y/N turned her head to look at Sokka.

“You’re so annoying,” She said, breaking a smile. She swatted gently at his shoulder, earning a smile from him.

“You like it,” He teased her, giving her waist a squeeze.

“You’re despicable!” Y/N shouted before giggling.

“You like it,” Sokka repeated.

“You’re right,” She admitted softly, breathing out a laugh and shrugging nonchalantly.

“We’ve just had a breakthrough. You admitted to liking something about me!” He exclaimed.

“You ruined it,” She told him before gently swatting his shoulder again.

“Disappointment,” He replied, jokingly looking sad.

“Stop. What do you want me to say?” Y/N questioned, throwing her hands up. Sokka nodded smugly.

“Something you’d never admit. Like, that my lap is the best lap. My lap is your new favorite seat,” He said, smirking. “We both know it’s true.”

“Again, you’re so annoying!”

“Mhm, just what I thought.”

“Fine. Your lap is my new favorite seat,” Y/N responded, secretly meaning it. “I guess it’s a little comfy.”

“Hah! I knew it,” Sokka declared, giving her yet another squeeze. “You’re fun to squeeze.”

“You’re fun to hit,” She replied before softly hitting his shoulder and giggling.

“Well, you’re just fun to be around,” He said, closing his eyes and giving you a thin smile that read ‘Yeah. I said it. What’re you gonna do about it.’

“You’re okay, I guess,” She admitted, meaning a lot more than she said.

“Hah! Another breakthrough!” He shouted before giving ANOTHER squeeze, this one tighter than the rest.

“Oh, hush,” Y/N said, then leaning in and planting her lips on his to silence him. Sokka responded very needidly, craving it. His arms unwrapped around her waist, and his hands replaced them. Their lips started to move a little faster, but Y/N pulled away with a smug look.

“Betcha weren’t expecting that,” She said before pecking his lips again quickly.

Sokka was at a loss for words. He was surprised his heart hadn’t leapt right out of his chest. Not only was this kiss amazing, but she DID shock him. This was the first kiss they shared sober. The wall she had built had been successfully dented.

“Jeez, if it’s that bad, you just say so,” Y/N said, closing his slightly gaped mouth by pressing a finger under his chin. “Guess that’ll have to be the last from me.”

Sokka cleared his throat.

“I’m just shocked you were the one to kiss me. Especially while sober,” Sokka explained.

Y/N shrugged. “Again, if it was that bad, just say so!”

“No! Don’t get me wrong. I like the kissing. I’m all for the kissing. More kissing, I say,” He started, leaning in and kissing the girl again for a moment. “I just don’t know what changed?”

“I don’t know, Sokka. I just trust you, I guess,” She informed, shrugging again.

“Y/N, I’m crazy about you,” He suddenly blurted out quickly. He wanted to facepalm himself for saying that out loud. This wasn’t going to be good. He knew it. The silence was deafening. Y/N was now the one at a loss for words.

“Please say something,” Sokka eventually muttered anxiously. She paused.

“I don’t know... I-I like you, too,” Y/N admitted just above a whisper, eyes darting around as if to make sure they were alone.

Sokka swore his heart stopped for a second. Was this really happening? Was the girl he’d been so infatuated with since the moment he met her really saying she liked him back? The girl who said she didn’t believe in love? The girl who said on more than one occasion that she’d be more than happy to be single for the rest of her life?

“Now you please saying something!” Y/N hollered, whacking his shoulder. Sokka had no words. No words could express how long he’d been wanting to hear those words come out of mouth. Hell, a text message would’ve been good enough for him! A passenger pigeon! Anything!

He placed lips on Y/N’s, kissing her passionately. She responded back to the kiss quickly with just as much passion, and even deepened it. Sokka moved his hands down to her hips. They stayed there like that for a while, taking in the moment that meant the world to both of them. Y/N had secretly been wanting this like Sokka had. They eventually separated, both breathing deeply.

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?” Sokka asked nervously. “Like, a real one. I take you to a movie and then we go out to eat and hold hands and stuff?”

“Yes, Sokka. Eventually. Give me some time to take all this in, okay?” Y/N responded, pecking his cheek gently. “I surprised myself here today, too, y’know.”

Sokka quickly nodded, grinning. He’ll take that.

“Another breakthrough!”

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pappydaddy · 4 years

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Opposites (s.h.)

A/N: This is for the request asking for a Steve x Reader where the reader was like Jade West from Victorious (also known as one of my bi awakenings). I am sorry for the delay, this Thanksgiving was crazy (I’m Canadian) and there was so much to do! I tried my best to write the reader like Jade without having her not vibe with the kids bc we all know that the kids come first with Steve. Now, without farther ado, here is the request! Hope you like it lovely Anon!!

Edit: I changed the name bc there are so many fics under the name Opposites Attract😅.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

show/movie: stranger things

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warnings: fluff??

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Opposites attract. Something everyone has heard before. It can be applied to magnets or to relationships. While there was no denying that when it came to magnetic pulls, opposites did indeed attract, but Steve was never too sure about it in a relationship sense. He had always gone after girls who fit his lifestyle. Parties, the popular crowd, the girls who fit in to societies expectations. It wasn’t until he had met Y/N that he had realized that maybe everyone was right. Just like magnets, opposites attract did apply to relationships as well. He could not think Robin enough for introducing the hard headed, sometimes (all the time) scary girl who Steve would have never approached. A goofy guy such as Steve paired with the rocker chick who intimidated nearly everyone? Steve had never thought that would be possible outside of the movies.

Now, here Steve sat on Dustin’s couch as he bounced his knee, the party bickering all around him as they tried to figure out what they were going to do today. “Why would we watch movie’s all day, we always watch movies, Dustin!” Lucas exclaimed from where he sat on the floor next to Max. Dustin looked up from the pile of VHS tapes he had already selected before hand.

“Because movies are awesome and clearly the best option right now,” Dustin answered as if it was obvious. “Nobody can agree on one place, so the logical solution is to stay here and watch a movie.” He shrugged, shuffling through the tapes once again, ignoring Lucas’ groans of protest. Steve tuned them out the best he could as he watched the front door, willing for it to open revealing the two missing members of the party.

“Dustin has a point, Lucas.” Max piped up, not even looking up from watching the titles of the movies Dustin was debating on.

“Why,” Lucas asked simply, turning his head to face her in an exaggerated fashion. “Just why,” He repeated. “Why do you think it’s better to sit here and watch movies all day as opposed to going to a bowling alley?”

“I’d rather watch movies than go to a bowling alley, but we are clearly forgetting the best option brought up,” Mike inserted himself into the conversation again, banging his pointer finger against the coffee table before continuing. “The Arcade. There is a huge re-opening deal and a ton of new games!”

“We’re not going to the Arcade, it’ll be too crowded to have fun as a group!” Dustin turned Mike’s idea down once again.

“And sitting in a dark living room all day watching movies will be a fun group bonding experience?” Mike snapped back, sending the three boys into a tailspin of bickering. Steve and Max both heaved out sighs at the same time just as the front door opened, Robin walking in first followed by Y/N. The two girls ceased their previous conversation, blinking at the chaos ensuing.

“Finally, what took you two so long?” Steve leapt from his spot on the couch, rushing over to the pair, his eyes wide with relief. Instantly, he wrapped Y/N in a tight hug. The girl tensed for a second before melting into his hug, patting his back with one had. She wasn’t much for hugs, not being an overly affectionate person in general, but she couldn’t help but to lean a bit closer to Steve whenever he was affectionate towards her.

“Sorry, Stevie-boy,” Robin apologized half-heartedly, plopping herself down in the spot he once occupied. “Y/N got caught up trying to decide which Stephen King book to buy and then she saw the Stephen King display they had put up.”

“Ended up getting Cycle of the Werewolf, it came out a few years ago, but I was too wrapped up in the release of Cujo to focus on his book releases,” She told him, not even waiting for him to ask. She pulled out of his grasp, reaching into the bag she carried to hand him the book. Steve shivered slightly, not understanding how she could read or watch Stephen King’s books without getting the slightest bit scared. “But I couldn’t pass on the great deal they had on, they had Danse Macabre for half off so they could get make room for another shipment.” She pulled the second book out of the bag, walking passed Steve who read over the back of the book he held, eyeing the words as if they would jump off the page at him.

“That’s great, Y/N, but we need you and Robin to help us decide what to do for the rest of the day,” Dustin interrupted the girl, earning a glare from her (which he ignored). Y/N sat on the middle cushion beside Robin who dug through her own bag to retrieve her own book: Dark Companions. “Lucas wants to go to a bowling alley-”

“I would rather stab my eyes with rusty scissors then go to a bowling alley.” Y/N cut him off, flicking through the pages of her new book. Dustin laughed in victory as Lucas gave Dustin a warning look in return.

“We didn’t get to hear what Robin thought.” Lucas pointed out, hoping that Robin would be his saving grace, but his hope was quickly shot down.

“I’m with Y/N,” She stated, looking up from her book. “I hate those places, they are a cesspool of germs. Kids pick their noses then use their booger covered fingers to pick up a ball.” She turned her nose up at the idea. Lucas slumped back in defeat, Max sending him a sympathetic smile despite her internal happiness that she didn’t have to go to the bowling alley. Steve hid his own excitement as he sat down on the other side of Y/N, slinging his arm over her shoulders as she began to read her book.

“How about the Arcade, huh? You guys can watch us play awesome games and not touch anything!” Mike brought up his idea, trying to sell the girls on it. Robin shook her head instantly.

“Arcades are my personal hell,” Y/N grumbled, flipping the page. “Kids running around screaming and the noises from the games. It’s nauseating.” She cringed at the thought of it.

“So that leaves watching movies here then.” Dustin smiled brightly, showing his still missing teeth. Mike and Lucas groaned, flopping back on the floor dramatically, missing the way Y/N’s face twisted into a scowl and Robin’s nose turned up once again.

“Sitting here all day watching movies?” Robin asked.

“I would rather stuff myself into a wood-chipper.” Y/N commented once again, her eyes never lifting off her page. This prompted Lucas and Mike to shoot back up, smiling widely at Dustin’s defeat.

“Hey, isn’t there that band stopping by to preform a little outdoor concert, super low-key and free?” Max finally brought up the idea she had been sitting on the whole time. She knew that Robin and Y/N would have backed her up, but the boys would have shot the idea down immediately. Y/N and Robin slowly lifted their heads, intrigued by Max’s idea.

“So? What band would be coming to Hawkins to play a free show? Are they even worth seeing?” Mike lifted his upper lip in a grimace as he got ready to shoot the idea down.

“Yes, they are,” Max narrowed her eyes at the boy. “It’s a relatively new rock band, kinda like Def Leppard meets Guns N’ Roses meets AC/DC. They are playing free shows in smaller towns to build a name for themselves, all their earnings come from their merch sales.”

“Now that,” Y/N finally closed her book, setting it on the coffee table as she uncrossed her legs. Leaning her elbows on her knees, she clasped her hands together and pointed her pointer fingers at Max, a smirk playing on her dark painted lips. “That sounds awesome.” She unclasped her hands to high-five Max, the red-head beyond happy that her idea was chosen.

“It does sound really cool,” Robin nodded, sharing a look with Y/N and Max. “I’m down.”

“You know what,” Steve finally spoke up, bobbing his head, a goofy smile on his face as his eyes gazed at Y/N as she leaned back under his arm, looking up at him. “I’m in too. I could use a good concert.”

“You’re just agreeing because your girlfriend wants to go!” Mike accused, earning two glares from Y/N and Steve. He shrunk back under Y/N’s hard glare.

“Come on, guys,” Steve encouraged. “You guys could actually like their music, you might even find a new interest or meet some new people,” He tried to sell the reluctant teen boys. They hummed, actually listening to him. “There really isn’t any harm in going.” They nodded, muttering their lack-luster agreements in choosing the concert.

“Forget all that mushy, positive shit,” Y/N waved her hand at Steve’s sappy selling of the concert. “Just go and live outside of your comfort zone, taint your innocent, pure souls. You will thank me later, trust me.”

“Are you corrupting my kids?” Steve asked her as the boys all hollered ‘yeahs’ and hopped around the room as if they were tough. Max and Robin rolled their eyes at them, but Y/N looked back up at Steve, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Yeah, someone had to undo all the goofiness you instilled in them - make ‘em cooler.” He smiled down at her, pressing his lips against hers softly as the boy’s continued on. The roudiness melted away as they shared a loving kiss. As their lips pulled away reluctantly, parting the sweet kiss. Steve was never more sure that they were living proof of opposites attracting.

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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By the Sea Part Ten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

Requested: No (Requests are closed except for a few, see pinned post for details. I also no longer do taglists)

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Angst, fluff, talks of being drunk

Description: Y/N is a mermaid that longs for the land. Her friend Natasha tells her that she knows a human who will take care of her and leads her there, she only has one rule: do not under any circumstances fall in love with a human. But Steve’s friend Bucky is drawing her in, in ways she hadn’t expected. Will Y/N be able to return to the ocean once her stay in the human realm is complete? And what happens when Natasha learns that Y/N is betrothed to be married to their king’s son? Will she drag her friend back or keep her hidden amongst the humans?

Y/N walked down to the docks with a basket of food in hand. Steve had been spending more time at the docks trying to sort through the shipments and get the items delivered to the shop owners in the village. With the summer festival quickly approaching Steve had become busier and busier as more ships approached their small harbor. Y/N missed having him around all the time, but she understood his feelings. More people had been flocking to her shop to buy flower arrangements and petals for the festivities. She often came back home tired and going immediately to sleep after the day.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Steve rushed over to her when one of the dock workers alerted him to her presence. “You know you shouldn’t be this close to the water.”

“I’m fine, Steve,” she assured him. “No mermaid would dare come this close to the human docks in the daytime.”

He shook his head and took the basket out of her hands, “Well excuse me for worrying about your safety.”

Y/N chuckled and gently placed a kiss to his cheek, “Will I see you tonight or will I be entertaining the boys and Natasha alone?”

“I’ll try, but I’m not sure how long we’ll be here.” Steve hated that he was so busy, but he couldn’t just abandon his post with how close the festival was. He had to be here to make sure that nothing was going to go wrong.

Y/N understood, “All right, well I’m going to head back to my shop and relieve Bucky of counter duty and then I’ll head home and help Nat get ready for dinner tonight. If you don’t make it home, dinner will be waiting for you as always.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll see you later,” he turned back to his shipment manifest and began talking to some of the sailors that were beginning to approach him.

Y/N headed back to her shop where Bucky was laughing awkwardly at a group of young women that had him cornered. Y/N frowned as one of the women reached up and placed her hand on Bucky’s chest. Y/N didn’t like that the younger woman was touching him so familiarly as if she had a right to do so.

Marching over she grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him away from the girls who were now glaring at her. Bucky looked relieved that Y/N had finally arrived. The young women had cornered him five minutes before and were cooing over him. “Thank you for covering for me, Bucky. Can you please head home and make sure everything is ready for dinner tonight.” She didn’t glance at the women, but she could feel their glares on the side of her face.

Bucky bent down and brushed a kiss to her cheek, “Happily.” He turned toward the young women and said, “Now that the lovely owner of the shop is back I’m sure she would be more than happy to help you with anything you need.”

Y/N smiled at them and said, “Yes, was there anything in particular that you were looking for?”

“No, we were just leaving,” the one that had brazenly touched Bucky said. “The flowers look wilted anyways.” She and the others hastily left, leaving Y/N and Bucky in the store alone.

Bucky relaxed and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, “I never thought you’d show. They cornered me five minutes ago and wouldn’t let me leave.”

Y/N patted Bucky’s chest, “I see I have to keep an eye on the young women here because that is not the first time I’ve noticed them eyeing you.” She had seen it sometimes when they were out together, strolling hand in hand down the street. The young women would elbow one another and point in Bucky’s direction.

Y/N had asked Natasha about it and she said that that was how some women were. They didn’t care if a man was in a relationship as long as he was attractive and wasn’t wearing a ring he was considered fair game. She had told Y/N that Bucky only seemed to have eyes for her, but that wasn’t going to stop others from trying to pull him away from her.

“I don’t know why they even bother, even before you came I never paid attention to them when they tried to talk to me or seduce me. I had hoped they would have given up now that I was with you,” he admitted.

“It’s fine, you’re an attractive man and Natasha warned me that flirting is a part of human culture. But the joke is on them because I know you’d never leave me,” she twined their fingers together and shyly smiled at him.

Bucky grinned and pressed his forehead gently against hers, “Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed. “I’m not going to give you up so easily. I love you too much.”

“I love you too much too,” he told her before he gently pressed his lips against hers, and then stepped out of her embrace, “Okay so I’m gonna go start preparing for dinner. Natasha should be at Steve’s, yes?” Y/N nodded her head. “Great, I’ll see you there,” he pecked her on the lips one last time before heading out the door and down the street toward Steve’s.

Natasha was swimming toward Steve’s home when someone grabbed her hand and pulled her to a stop. She turned to tell whoever it was to leave when she saw Loki behind her. His face set in a frown. Natasha’s heart started hammering in her chest and she quickly dipped into a bow.

“Your Highness, I wasn’t expecting to see you. What can I do for you?” Had he figured out where Y/N was? What did he want?

“Where do you go during the day, Natasha? You’ve been gone a lot lately, and your friends are worried about you ever since Y/N’s disappearance. They say you’ve been acting strangely.”

“Have they?” Natasha tried to keep her voice even as she spoke. “I’m just looking for Y/N, I’m just as worried about her as everyone else.”

“Tell me, is she at the human village not far from here? You spent some time there when you were younger, yes?”

“How did you know about that?” Natasha didn’t think anyone had known about her staying at that village, she had always been so careful.

“It’s odd that Y/N would disappear just as you had all those years ago. Just tell me the truth, Natasha. Is that where Y/N is?” Natasha had a lie poised and ready to go, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She already knew that he knew that the village is where Y/N was. Loki took her silence as a yes, “Who is the boy she’s in love with?”

Natasha’s mouth opened slightly, “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing yet, I have to plan this just right, and you’re going to help me. If we don’t bring her back soon I can’t frame this to my father as Y/N didn’t run away.” He let go of Natasha, “I’m only trying to save Y/N. I don’t want her to be on the run for the rest of her life.” With that, he swam away from her leaving her feeling like she was caught in a riptide.

She swam to Steve’s and when she entered the house she was thankful that it was empty. It gave her time to compose herself before the others began appearing. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. She knew that Y/N was happy here with Steve and Bucky and the others. How could she make her friend give this up to be in a miserable marriage where she will never be allowed to see them ever again? But at the same time how could she let her friend be a fugitive?

She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t even heard Bucky come into the kitchen until he was waving one of his hands in front of her face, “Natasha, are you all right?”

She blinked a couple of times as she reoriented herself, “I’m fine, how long have you been here?”

“Only a couple of minutes, I just came from Y/N’s shop,” he gave her a bashful smile. “I’m just here to help and make sure everything is ready for tonight.”

Natasha smiled at Bucky, “You really care about her, don’t you?”

He nodded his head, “I do, I don’t know how, but she’s become an important part of my life and I can’t see myself without her by my side. From the moment I first saw her to now I’ve only grown more fond of her.”

“Sounds like you love her,” Natasha said slyly.

Bucky’s cheeks began to heat and he stammered for the right words to say, “Well, I um, I can’t, uh, yeah.”

“She seems happier here,” Natasha admitted. “I think it’s been good for her here. She always seemed lonely back home, never really fit in there. I think it’s because part of her always belonged here with you all.”

“I never thought I’d feel this way about someone,” he told Natasha. “Everyone always seemed so fake and obsessed with money or their looks, but not Y/N. She came here and saw beauty in everything, and saw me for who I am rather than what I can offer her in the long run.”

“I’m home!” Y/N shouted from the entryway as she placed her things on the hooks and table that Steve had designated as a drop-off spot.

Natasha nudged Bucky, “Go greet her, I know you want to.”

Bucky flashed Natasha a bright smile before rushing off to greet Y/N. She was making her way down the hall when Bucky appeared and swept her into his arms, “Whoa!” She laughed as her feet were lifted off the ground. “Didn’t we just see one another,” she asked with a laugh.

“We did,” he said as he sat her down and held her close, “but I missed you.”

Y/N’s heart leapt in her chest and she bit her lip trying to keep the goofy grin off her face, “I missed you too.”

“If you two are done being disgustingly cute, could you please come help me finish the rest of dinner?” Natasha asked with a huff as she poked her head around the corner.

“Coming,” Y/N chimed right before she pecked Bucky on the cheek and wormed her way out of his embrace. “Come on, let’s go help with dinner.” He took her hand and followed her to the kitchen where they proceeded to help Natasha with dinner and annoy her at the same time with how they couldn’t keep their hands off of one another.

But she had to admit, she was glad to see how happy her friend was and hoped that Y/N could stay like this forever.

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breakyeol · 4 years

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read my lips

one shot

┗ pairing: kyungsoo x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: making out, light groping, mild language, poor description the shout into silence game, the reader is head over heels folks buckle up

a/n; I am so in love with him plz help and this was NOT supposed to be this long oh my gosh, I have zero self control

You were in love with Do Kyungsoo. Head over heels, madly, incredibly, uncontrollably in love with Do Kyungsoo.

You were in love with his big, beautiful eyes, with his perfectly heart shaped lips, with his heart stopping smile, with his deep goofy laugh, with his smooth rich singing voice, with his thick booty, with his soft spoken nature, with his chilling glare, with his ridiculously amazing cooking skills, with his low key sense of humor that always managed to have you splitting your sides laughing, with how easy it was to get under his skin, with how shy he gets whenever someone complimented him, with his existence as a whole.

In your eyes, Do Kyungsoo was perfect. From head to toe. Every flaw, every imperfection, every ‘shortcoming’ just made him all the more amazing. You absolutely adored and respected him with every last inch of your soul. You were simply in love with him. And you’d told him that, more times than you can count on both hands, you’d told him that you love him.

The only problem was— he didn’t realize that you meant it.

It wasn’t his fault by any means, he wasn’t oblivious or slow witted. The only reason he didn’t understand that every time you told him you loved you that you actually meant it was because you had a nasty habit of making it into a big joke.

Every ‘I love you’ was followed by laughter and a sarcastic comment that made him roll his eyes and push you away. Every confession falsified by a teasing tone or playful grin. Your genuineness was masked by your humor, formed from your uncertainty.

But today, you were determined to bare your heart to him, and tell him that you were genuinely in love with him and not flip it into some kind of joke. You were tired of being a coward and covering up your feelings with humor. The longer you kept it inside, the more frustrating it became. You needed to tell him. Genuinely. Honestly. Whether he felt the same way or not, he needed to know your true, unfiltered feelings.

And so, you concocted a plan.

A stupid plan that would probably get you absolutely nowhere, but a plan nonetheless.

“Y/n,” Kyungsoo’s brows lifted in surprise as he opened the door to his dorm to find you standing on the other side, “what’re you doing here?”

You’d convinced – ahem, bribed – the boys to go out tonight without Kyungsoo (they didn’t need much explanation as they knew all about your secret love and wanted to stay clear of your gross sappy feelings).

“I was bored,” was your vague explanation, an innocent smile drawn across your lips. Lifting the back of snacks and supplies you’d brought along, you continued, “plus I got this weird sudden urge for a game night. Mind if I come in?”

“Not at all.” He chuckled lightly, moving aside to let you step inside. You smiled happily as you all but skipped into the boys’ shared home, immediately being greeted by the mouthwatering scent of whatever five star worthy food he must have been whipping up before you arrived.

“It’s smells good, Soo! What are you making?” You asked curiously, trotting after him diligently as he made his way towards the kitchen. You slipped into one of the stools at the island as he made his way behind the counter, picking up where he left off.

“Nothing special, just spaghetti,” he shrugged nonchalantly, though the upward twitch of his lips gave him away, “it’s finished, actually. Would you like any?”

“Of course! Everything you make is delicious, how could I say no?” You agreed eagerly, shifting forward excitedly in your seat as he spooned some in a separate bowl.

He smiled shyly at the praise, and you couldn’t help the way your heart swooned at how adorable he looked.

You wanted to pinch those precious round his cheeks and kiss those heart–shaped lips and praise him until he was bursting at the seams. Because that’s the only thing that he deserves: all the love and praises and goodness in all of the universe. You’d gift wrap happiness itself if you could and would gladly hand it over to your lovely Soo.

“The place is oddly quiet… any of the other guys around?” You asked, despite already knowing the answer, looking around exaggeratedly. He shook his head with a soft sigh, lips puffing out slightly.

“No. I think they all took off while I was showering earlier. Didn’t even give me a heads up, those bastards.” He muttered sourly, thick brows curling inwards as the corners of his lips down turned.

You gasped dramatically, as if you were the one that had been deeply wronged. “What assholes!” You exclaimed, and Kyungsoo laughed that deep bubbling laugh that made you just want to go lay down in the corner and cry because you’d be more than content if that was the only sound you were blessed enough to hear for the rest of your natural life. “How could they just leave behind my lovely Soo, hm? How cold hearted. Then I suppose it’s just the two of us for the night? What a shame…”

Your playful cooing was met with a heavy eye roll. “Shut up and eat your pasta, yeah?”

The second he slid the bowl across the counter you were immediately digging in, shoving forkfuls of the delicious meal mouth. You moaned loudly as the flavor hit your tastebuds, eyes rolling in bliss.

He laughed, big, beautiful eyes turning into crescents at your emphatic reaction to his food. “Good?”

“Fucking exquisite, Kyungsoo, Jesus Christ.” You corrected, quickly shoveling in another mouthful.

“Can pasta be exquisite?” He asked skeptically, raising a thick brow.

“Yours sure as hell can! I’m pretty sure you could cook a cockroach and it’d still be delicious. Actually, you know what? You should open your own restaurant. It’s borderline criminal that me and the guys are the only people blessed enough to be eating your food. I’d go there for every meal of the day, every day, for the rest of my life.” You declared firmly, slamming your hand down on the countertop with a sense of finality.

“Every day for the rest of your life?” He repeated, brows lifting in playful amazement, “You wouldn’t get bored of my cooking?”

“Hah! Never.” Your face dropped into a deadly serious stare. He burst into a fit of giggles, nose scrunching in the most adorable way imaginable as his shoulders jolted upwards, head bobbing forward as he leaned against the counter for balance.

Your heart felt like it could just burst at the sight.

Were you swooning? You were definitely swooning. Not that it could be helped, because who wouldn’t melt into a puddle if they saw Do Kyungsoo laughing like that, looking so cute and squish-able that you could die—

“You’re ridiculous,” he managed when the fit of laughter eased.

“And you’re ridiculously cute.” You shot back with a flirty smile, resting your cheek on your knuckles as you watched him place some of the utensils he’d used in the sink.

He scoffed at that, so used to your teasing quips that they barely roused a blush anymore.

“Ah! That reminds me!”

He jumped slightly at your sudden outburst, looking at you with wide eyes as you suddenly leapt off the chair. Snatching the bag you’d brought, you rounded the counter before grabbing one of his hands and dragging him towards the living room. He let out a soft ‘oof’ as you pushed him onto the couch, before plopping down beside him, a bright smile staining your lips.

“I brought a game!”

Kyungsoo watched, blinking curiously as you dug through the bag, before yanking something out. His eyes widened upon realizing that they were a painfully familiar pair of pink, cat ear headphones.

“Y/n—”

You swiftly cut off his disapproving interjection by pulling the large headphones over his head and letting them snap into place over his ears. A grin twisted the corners of your lips upwards as you took in how adorable he looked, glaring at you with that dangerously endearing pout that you just wanted to kiss right off his perfect, handsome face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Soo. A few rounds won’t kill you,” you teased, flicking the tip of his nose, “Jongin isn’t even here to make inappropriate —yet hilarious— mistakes.”

He huffed at you, and you had to physically fight off the overwhelming urge to reach forward and pinch his cheeks. “Still,” he grumbled, but didn’t make any verbal disagreement as you plugged the cord into your phone, “I look stupid.”

“Stupid?! Puh–lease,” you scoffed in disbelief, “you’re the cutest pink eared kitty in the whole wide universe, Do Kyungsoo.”

He pinned you with a warning glare. “I will not hesitate to kick you out.”

Laughter bubbles at your lips (though you knew he was very, very serious). “You enjoy my company too much to do that,” you cooed teasingly, tapping the top of his nose and watching in wonder as it scrunched up.

“You wanna bet?”

Your laughter ceased and you pouted, looking down in surrender. “No…”

He scoffed, reaching over to flick your forehead as the ghost of a smile teased his lips. “Stop pouting and start the game, will ya?”

“Okay, so I’ll say three words or phrases and if you can guess all of them, then you get a point. Then we’ll switch, alright?” The directions were vague, but you didn’t plan to actually extend this game past those first three phrases. He understood nonetheless, nodding in agreement. “Okay…” you pulled up a random playlist on your phone, pressing shuffle, “start!”

Kyungsoo flinched just slightly as music blasted through the headphones. “It’s loud.” His voice was louder than usual and you laughed at how cute he looked with his eyes all big.

“It’s supposed to be!” You giggled, tossing your phone down onto the coffee table.

“What? I can’t hear you!”

“You’re not supposed to you, doofus.” You laughed loudly, and a smile stretched across Kyungsoo’s lips. Holding up a finger, you said, “first phrase!”

“First phrase!” He repeated, voice all but booming.

Stifling the grin that threatened to pull at your lips, you enunciated as clearly as possible, “Kyungsoo’s pasta is delicious.”

He shook his head, brows furrowing in confusion, “slow.”

“Kyungsoo’s,” you pronounced slowly.

“Kyungsoo,” he repeated back carefully.

“Pasta,” you continued.

“P—…,” he hesitated briefly before understanding, “pasta!”

“Is.”

“Is,” he purses his lips.

“Delicious.” You concluded.

“Del… Kyungsoo pasta is delicious!” He exclaimed, obviously very excited that he figured it out. You grinned in adoration, not bothering to correct the tiny mistake he’d made.

“That’s it! Okay, next phrase,” you clapped your hands together as a playful smile curled at the corners of your lips, “Chanyeol is a giraffe.”

He didn’t hesitate before repeating flawlessly, “Chanyeol is a giraffe.”

A loud laugh broke from your lips, your entire body doubling over. “How– how did you g–get that so f–fast?” You managed to get out between obnoxious cackles. He grinned lightly, though, you doubted he understood any of what you’d just said. “Okay— okay, last phrase.”

Right. Next phrase. Or rather— the phrase. The whole reason you’d come over in the first place. The one thing you needed to get off your chest more than anything in the world. You couldn’t help but to find yourself feeling a tad bit nervous. Understandably, you presume. You were about to profess your undying love to the one and only Do Kyungsoo. That task is bound to arise some buzzing nerves.

Now… if only you could just get those three little words to actually come out.

Taking in a deep breath in hopes of soothing your suddenly racing heart, a slightly more serious expression carved onto your features. He didn’t seem to take notice of your sudden change in persona, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge it. Straightening and stealing your spine, you took in one last breath before carefully mouthing—

“I love you.”

He rolled his eyes with a soft scoff. “Y/n, that’s too easy,” and with an easy little grin he repeated, “I love you.”

“No, Kyungsoo, I—” a strangled groan worked its way up your throat.

Something akin to frustration bubbled to life in your gut. Not at him, but rather, yourself. He didn’t get it. But of course he didn’t get it. Why would he? You’d been too much of an insecure fool to be genuine about your feelings and instead covered them with sarcasm and stupid, childish humor. And now, because of that, he didn’t get it. So how could you possibly make him understand—

Oh. Now that’s an idea.

He must’ve taken notice of the strange contortion of your features, because his own brows furrowed in confusion as he blinked at you, pulling the headphones off of his head. “What? Was that wrong— oh!” He was barely able to get out the question before your hands were fisting in the collar of his shirt and yanking him forward, effectively slamming your lips into his.

It took a few moments for your mind to catch up with your actions. But once it did, all hell broke loose in your brain.

‘Freaking out’ would be one hell of an understatement. Because… Oh god.

Oh god. You kissed Do Kyungsoo. Correction— you are currently kissing Do Kyungsoo. You are actually kissing him. On the mouth! With your mouth! Your lips are touching. So then why did you entire body feel like it had just been set on fire? Was it normal to feel this way? Definitely not. You’d kissed other people in your lifetime. But no kiss had ever felt like this.

This kiss— god, this kiss. Not only did it feel so incredibly right, it felt like the entire universe was falling into place. The planets were aligning. Fate had finally stepped into your corner.

Okay. So maybe you were being a tad bit over dramatic. But could anyone really blame you? How many nights had you spent dreaming of kissing him? How many hours had you daydreamed away fantasizing about his lips? How many years had you spent loving him?

Lost in your own mind, savoring finally getting to feel the softness of those perfect heart shaped lips against yours, it took you a few moments too long to realize that he had failed to kiss you back.

Shit.

You yanked yourself away from him so fast you damn near gave yourself whiplash. Hand flinging to cover your offending lips, you took in his stunned expression. Oh god. He hated it. He definitely hated it. No one has that kind of look on their face if they enjoyed a kiss.

“Jesus. Kyungsoo, I am so, so, so sorry. I didn’t even think—” you began to apologize profusely, humiliation and shame settling like a heavy stone in your gut, but the pathetic words suddenly came to an abrupt halt, silenced on the very tip of your tongue at the last second.

For whatever reason, your brain was running a few seconds behind the rest of your senses today. Because, you definitely saw Kyungsoo’s face coming towards yours, saw his eyes fall shut, saw his lips press out ever so slightly. And then you felt his hands on your skin, felt the gentleness of his warm palms cradling your jaw, felt him pulling you forward— pulling you towards him.

And yet… it still took your sorry excuse of a brain over ten whole wasted seconds to process that he was kissing you.

He was kissing you.

You immediately melted against him, hands flinging out to drape themselves around his neck, locking him in place against you. There was no way in holy hell that you were going to let him go this time. You’d –happily– die of suffocation before you’d willingly put an end to this ecstasy that was his kiss.

His lips were so soft, so gentle, it felt like you were kissing clouds. Was it humanly possible for someone’s lips to be so perfect? So thick and plush and silky that it could drive just about anyone mad. You’d imagined what they might feel like more times than you care to admit— but nothing in your wildest dreams could have lived up to the reality. It wasn’t often that real life outdid your expectations… but you couldn’t say you were surprised that Kyungsoo turned out to be an exception to that commonality.

You couldn’t hold in the light moan that made its way up your throat as his fingers drifted down to press into the curve of your waist, thumbs tracing slow circles over your clothed skin. His lips pressed hotly into yours, deep and slow, like he was taking his sweet time to feel you out, getting a physical sense of where you were with him. The tip of his patient tongue just barely grazed over your lower lip, and you were more than happy to allow him to gently nudge them apart.

Instinct took over at that point, your mind too hazy and muddled to make any real decisions. And the feeling of his tongue flicking over yours wasn’t doing your sanity any favors. You didn’t even notice, didn’t even realize that you were being pushed down until your back was flush against the couch. His body hovered over yours, toned arms caging your head in as the kiss grew deeper, greedier, hungrier, yet somehow remaining slow and controlled.

A low groan vibrated against your mouth, his hot breath searing your lips as he let out a sigh of your name. Your hands clutched at his back, fingertips pressing into his shoulder blades, desperately tugging him closer to you. You wanted to feel every inch of him, feel what you’ve been deprived of for far too long.

Tonight, you were feeling exceptionally greedy.

But every time you attempted to quicken the pace of the kiss, reach deeper into him, take in more— he was pulling back, denying you… fucking teasing you. And the low chuckle he let out against your greedy lips told you that he was enjoying it.

“Knock it off,” you whined impatiently, fingers reaching up to drag through his thick, dark locks. He grinned, one of his hands following the cut of your body line down to grip the side of your thigh, squeezing just tight enough to have your stomach twisting and burning in a whole new kind of way.

“You’re cute.” He murmured in that smooth, rich voice, nipping sweetly at your lip. Heat rose in your face, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth, warmth pooling in your chest.

“Kyungsoo,” you whispered breathlessly, fingers tracing delicately over the defined cut of his jawline, “I meant it. I really do love you. I’m… I’m in love with you.”

Your heart was a hummingbird as you spoke, voice dripping with more truth than you’d been brave enough to ever show to him in the past. Above you, Kyungsoo let out a soft breath, his forehead pressing lightly against yours as your noses bumped, lips just barely caressing. His cool touch soothed over your burning cheeks, gently coaxing your gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark and deep, deep enough to drown in. They completely sucked you in, swallowing you up in less then a moment. Under the intensity of his molten gaze, you found the racing of your thundering heart calming, the fierce burning of your skin cooling.

God that feeling. That feeling of indescribable, all encompassing, pure bliss. You could never grow tired of it, not in a million years.

“Y/n.” His voice was like honey, thick and sweet in your ears as he spoke the very words that you’d been dying to hear since the moment you first laid eyes on him. “I love you, too.”

“Shit,” you laughed shakily, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” You didn’t offer him a moment to respond before you were dragging his perfect lip back down onto yours.

But, the moment that had encompassed the two of you shattered into tiny shards at the sound of the front door swinging open and booming voices filling the walls.

“I can’t believe you actually ate— oh shit!” Baekhyun yelped in shock, eyes bulging at the sight of Kyungsoo on top of you. Said man quickly pushed himself off of you, a hot blush flushing into his cheeks.

“Okay, Soo!” Chanyeol’s bellowing laughter boomed in your ears, hands clapping as he cheered. “Get some!”

“Not on my couch!” Junmyeon whined, foot stomping as he glared at your burning faces.

“I definitely could have lived my whole life not having seen that,” Sehun sighed, placing a hand over his eyes.

“Yo, your plan actually worked this time, y/n!” Jongin’s amazed giggles spilled into the sudden awkward air. “That’s a first!”

“Hey, Kyungsoo! Remember to wrap it before you tap it!” Chanyeol barked out, causing himself, Baekhyun, and Jongdae to double over in an obnoxious fit of laughter.

Kyungsoo glared darkly at his cackling friends, looking about ready to bash all of their heads as he reached over and snatched the first thing he could get his hands on— which just so happened to be the cat ear headphones. Still attached to your beloved phone, might you add.

“Chanyeol, why don’t you come over here for a second, yeah?” Kyungsoo hummed lightly, standing up from the couch and beginning to walk slowly towards the group by the door. The giant grinned widely, shuffling in the opposite direction.

“Ah— I’ll take my chances over here.” He chuckled, holding his hands out in front of him as he backed away slowly. Kyungsoo shook his head, crooking a finger dangerously in front of him as he took a few more steps forward.

“No, come here. I won’t you hurt. Promise.”

“I don’t trust— AH!” Chanyeol shrieked as the shorter man chucked the headphones across the room, just barely ducking out of the way before they collided with the wall next to his head. “Kyungsoo!”

“Oops.” He smiled innocently, rolling his eyes when Chanyeol began whining loudly. Disregarding his friends, he spun back around to face you, extending his hand for you to take. “Let’s go.”

You giggled, casting a brief glance in the direction of the eight other boys before looking back up at the one that had completely stolen your heart, sliding your palm into his.

“Where to?”

He crooked grin twirled at his kissed pink lips. “Away from these idiots.”

“Yah! Who are you calling an idiot!”

Ignoring Baekhyun’s exclamation, Kyungsoo pulled you upwards, tugging you along behind him as he made his way to the front door, nudging through the numerous bodies of his housemates.

“You, idiot.” He tossed over his shoulder at his younger friend, before gently guiding you into the cool night air.

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lozzypoz321 · 4 years

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Word count: 2.6k

A/N by @morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind the scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is such and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: bad language!

Sleepover (Collab)

“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“Whatever you say, man.”

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“Food galore” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh(bitch). “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

“No, it really didn’t”

Then, at the the crack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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hello! first of all, congratulations on 200 followers! i wish more power to your blog and to you personally. uhm, can i request for the sightseeing date for oikawa and if i may, can you put a scene where s/o prepares a mini event just for the two of them where she took him to a secluded and serene area where they could marvel at the beautiful sunset and then she would thank oikawa for being such a good s/o despite having the craziest schedule & she reminds him tht shell always be there 4 him 🥰

hi anon! thank you so much and thank you for requesting!! sorry for the delay and also sorry this ended up being 1.3k of super cheesy words and there’s like 2% of ‘sightseeing’😭 i don’t have!! self control!! but i hope you like it💖

16. sightseeing date with oikawa tooru

Oikawa Tooru had always been the perfect boyfriend. He never forgot a birthday or an anniversary, and if he couldn’t make it, he always made sure to make up for it with something twice as good. Despite his hectic schedule, he always remembered to send you good morning and good night texts if you couldn’t see each other, and always catered to your time zone for video calls. He’s constantly spoiling you with the most random, romantic gifts - usually trinkets he came across during his day and ‘reminded him of you.’ When the both of you had a disagreement, he wouldn’t let you go to bed without at least making sure you’re okay.

Sometimes you wondered if this man was even real and not a product of your hyperactive imagination manifesting a hallucination.

Which was why, when Oikawa announced his upcoming week-long break and how excited he was to spend it with you, you quickly leapt to your laptop to book some airplane tickets and make some hotel reservations to the dream destination you had talked about a few weeks ago. And by some sort of miracle, you managed to keep it a secret from your sharp-eyed boyfriend, up until 24 hours before you were due to leave.

Oikawa gasped, eyes wide, and proceeded to pull you into a tight embrace and smother your face in countless kisses when you revealed your surprise to him, showing him the reservations you had arranged. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he definitely felt his eyes get teary and his chest tighten as he finally figured out why you had been working longer hours than usual and spending way too much time in front of your laptop.

The both of you thoroughly enjoyed your much-needed spontaneous getaway, basically inseparable from each other throughout the entire trip. Even though you managed to get lost a few times, even though you ordered something that’s way too spicy that one time, even though people tended to stare at the pair of people who failed to hold back their giggles as they walked hand in hand down the streets, every moment you shared held a special place in your heart and would never be forgotten.

The days passed by a little too quickly for your liking. Today was the last day you would get to spend in the foreign city with Oikawa before the two of you had to leave the next morning, and you were determined to make it an extra memorable one. At least, you hoped it would be, after the multiple phone calls you had to make days before Oikawa even knew about the trip, your heart pounded at the thought of the one last surprise you had prepared for him, your nerves clawing up your throat as you contemplated whether he would like it.

Your early morning pondering was interrupted by none other than Oikawa himself as he stirred from his sleep, peeking an eye open to look at your form next to him. He lazily groaned and threw an arm around your middle, tugging you closer to him.

“Good morning, lovely,” he greeted softly, voice scratchy with sleep.

You obliged, humming a good morning in reply as you cuddled back into his side.

“Do we have any plans today or can we sleep in ‘til lunch, Ms. Tour Guide?” Oikawa asked, nuzzling his face into your hair, eliciting a laugh out of you.

“Not many plans today, Tooru,” you informed him, “just something for later in the evening.”

“Perfect.” Your boyfriend wasted no time in throwing the blankets back over the both of you, enveloping yourselves in warmth and quietly lulling you back to sleep.

The next time you woke up, it was lunchtime. After much coaxing on your end, Oikawa and you were dressed and out the door in a little over an hour. With no specific location in mind, the both of you set off down the street and allowed your feet to take you wherever they went, eventually stopping at a local cafe to eat.

The rest of the day was spent the same way - wandering aimlessly around the unfamiliar roads, pointing out anything that piqued your interests, ducking into random shops and purchasing the strangest souvenirs. It was a few hours later when you started to subtly urge Oikawa in a specific direction nearing the edge of the city. It didn’t go unnoticed, of course, but he decided to play along and act as clueless as possible.

The sun had half-set when you finally led Oikawa to your destination, showering the city in warm orange rays. You had him promise to keep his eyes shut as you held both his hands in yours, guiding him up the ascending path and reassuring him every few steps that no, you wouldn’t let him fall over. Reaching the top of the hill, you scanned your surroundings one last time to make sure everything was in place.

“You can open your eyes now, Tooru.”

Oikawa didn’t know what to expect when he blinked his eyes open, but the sight before him truly amazed him. The view from the summit of the hill itself was spectacular enough, overlooking the entire city, the buildings and structures looking miniscule from where you were. Fairy lights were strung across a pair of trees, softly glowing and illuminating the area. A checked, blue cloth was spread on the grass underneath it, with an assortment of food prepared delicately on it and the neck of a wine bottle peeking out of a picnic basket.

The words seemed to catch in his throat as Oikawa gaped at the scene that left him speechless. All he could do was turn to you, biting nervously on the inside of your cheek as you tried to gauge his reaction.

“What do you think?” you asked, almost timidly.

Oikawa practically launched himself at you, his arms immediately settling around your form as he held you as tight as possible. “This is… This is beautiful, Y/N,” he finally managed to breath out.

You released your own breath you didn’t realise you had been holding. “That’s… I’m glad to hear that, Tooru,” you replied, half-laughing in relief. You paused, preparing yourself to make sure you wouldn’t stumble on your words.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you started, pulling back slightly to look into his deep brown eyes. “You’ve always done so much for me, even though you’re so busy sometimes - and I’m not mad at that, really. I love how passionate you are and I hope you never stop chasing after your dreams.”

Once again, Oikawa could feel the tears beginning to collect behind his eyes, threatening to spill over, and the butterflies in his stomach spreading to his chest. Nevertheless, he allowed you to continue.

“But throughout all that, you never once made me doubt our relationship, or you, or myself. You make me feel so loved.”

You could feel your eyes start to water along with his, though the goofy smiles never left both of your faces.

“And I just wanted to thank you,” you declared, “compared to everything you’ve done for me, this probably isn’t much, but I just want- I need you to know that I love you and I appreciate you, Tooru.”

There wasn’t much Oikawa could do about the droplets of tears that escaped from the corners of his eyes as his heart swelled with love and adoration towards you, so much that it almost hurt. He didn’t trust his voice any longer, fearing it would tremble if he tried to speak and evoke the sobs he was desperately fighting back. Instead, he chose to lean closer towards you, lightly pressing your foreheads together before capturing your lips with his own in a tender kiss, hoping it would be enough to convey all his feelings. The both of you stayed in your embrace for a little while longer, silently relishing in each other’s presence.

In that moment, Oikawa Tooru could only think of how fortunate he was to have you, and how he couldn’t wait to pick up the diamond ring he had ordered.

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