#idk why i didn’t smile in the second one but i’m beaming inside lol

[jaguarpt2]

also i can’t edit my tour post buuut behold my first two selfies in a year !! bc i have nothing to do until blondie shows up

#babbles. #idk why i didn’t smile in the second one but i’m beaming inside lol

[0oolookitsme]

Storm

Genre- Blurb 

Pairing- Longhair!Harry x reader

Word Count- 915

Warnings- Anxiety, cursing (may be), and none just fluff

A/N- idk what's wrong but i am going through a "HS writers block" era lol and I am trying to write! That's probably the reason I have been posting a lot of blurbs lately.... but don’t worry 2 series are a WIP and yeah! ENJOY <333

"You woke?" he finally sends the text. "Yes sir XD" she replied within a few seconds, because of which Harry's heart came back to it's normal pace."why are you awake missy?" He texted. “It’s literally storming outside and I’m just vibing along” she texted again. 

“Are you serious? There’s no way you could be enjoying this weather!” he texted, a furrow already making a home in between his brows. “Well...guess what? I am :)”. even though she texted the smiley Harry still knows that it’s pure sarcasm. “What are you doing up mister?” She texted again, noticing that Harry’s lost.

“Loosing my shit :D” he texted back and y/n couldn’t help but snort but feel slight off at the same time. She know Harry's afraid of storms m, “Is this going where I assume this is going” she texted, just like she isn't panicking on the other side and knowing Harry’s grin has replaced the furrow. “May be, I mean there’s no harm in it right?” he texted back. “Yeah and also the fact that I can drive in storm very well :)” sarcasm drenching from her text. 

“What about I drive there?” he texted still smiling. “Nah that wouldn’t be fare and also I’m not letting you drive in this storm” she texted, making Harry’s heart swell with love. “Okay how about you shut up and let me find my car keys? ;)” he texted, standing up from his bed and putting on a lower and a sweat shirt. 

Forgetting about his anxiety..

“H” she texted, which meant next text is going to be serious or a plan or a idea. He didn’t reply, indicating her to go on without his interruption. “How about we both drive to that small diner near the bridge?” she texted and Harry directly called her. 

“You now I hate calls!” she instantly beamed. “Well hello to you too lovie” he said, which was followed by y/n looking like she was ‘bouta smack his arse from inside the phone. “Cut the crap, you coming?” she said again, smiling when she hear Harry laugh. “Yupp, found my keys” he said jiggling the keys so she could hear. 

“okayy” she almost whispered, making a confused face wondering why the hell did her voice come out like that. “it’s not safe to drive while on phone darling” he said when he heard the engine being started. “the phone’s on speaker” “you’re gonna meet me in what 10 mins? can’t wait that long eh?” “oh shut up and drive safe!” “you too! love yaa” he said, his cheeks aching from smiling so hard. “Love yaa” she said back, a soft smile evident in her voice. 

-skip the drive lol-

The door made a creek sound indicating the Harry that y/n arrived, well it can be someone else but it better be her. “Hii” y/n peeked through the door and slowly closed the door after hoping in, trying to keep it low. “Hii” Harry whispered, standing up to engulf his heart in a hug, a much needed one, seeing that storms scare him. And y/n knew that, that’s why she offered to come right away. 

The owner feels his heart swoon seeing two lovebirds be calm rather than just shoving their tongue down each other’s throat. He starts to prepare the kettle for the tea, first because he always offered it to the late night and regular customers and second because he appreciated the fact that they are keeping the environment calm and peace full. 

“Take your tea huns” he mumble while he prepares the croissant they ordered. “Thank you” they both said the same time, giggling it out later. 

As they finished and thanked the owner, Y/n followed Harry to his apartment after a debate on who’s place should they go to.

In which Y/n won, because of the fact that Harry’s the one who isn’t fond of the current weather but only after taking a walk on the bridge. 

They have beautiful memories on that bridge, after all that's where they celebrated their first valentines together. Harry had surprised her in the morning by taking her to a museum and at night y/n had proposed the idea of that bridge to Harry. Where they spent their whole night. Just talking, laughing and enjoying the comfortable silence dancing between them.

When Harry parked his car he went to open the door for y/n but getting defeated by time as y/n already was stepping out.

"I'm waiting for my cuddles" Harry said making grabby hands towards her breasts. She just laughed and dragged him to the door by pulling him through his sweat shirt.

“C’mere you” y/n said as soon as he opened the door. “Hmm” he hummed while being engulfed by her warm self. He held her tight, loving the way her body feels like it was moulded to be fit with Harry's.

She again dragged him to his bedroom, not breaking the hug or more like standing cuddle (lol).

The moment their head hit the soft material under them, they let out a content sigh. Harry smiling with his head under her (probably his) sweater, her laugh lulling him to sleep.

"Why you laughing hm?" He asked smiling, knowing the reason. "You hair's ticking me" she said, her laugh coming under a control.

“Good Night” Harry said, his anxiety seemingly calmed down and replaced with a love sick grin instead. “Night Lovie” she mumbled back, which resulted in him squeezing her tighter.

⊱ ────── {END} ────── ⊰

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[twinkleimagines]

✨Check Please (part 2)✨

👉 Part one

Summary: you get in touch with Tom after he has tipped you 2 months worth of income after being fired from your job. You aren’t sure if he’s nice out of sympathy or if he really likes you.

⚠️⭕️ Smut and language included

It had been almost two weeks since you had gotten fired from your job. Job hunting had become incredibly hard because the end of the semester tests were coming up back to back and you really couldn’t afford to fail. Most jobs weren’t interested because you were a fully time student and your availability was really limited. You hadn’t bothered to message Tom , not because you were ungrateful for what he had done, but more so ashamed. He had given you so much money and here you are still jobless- of course any reasonable person would’ve understood why considering your circumstances but you always thought the worst unfortunately.

It was your Saturday thankfully and it was another day going job hunting . You had seen a few ads online for a near by restaurant in need of a dishwasher and the pay was decent. It wasn’t much compared to the previous job but at this point you would take anything. You sighed heavily before opening the door to the restaurant, the sound of the bell dinging above you.

“ hi welcome to the Ledbury , will it just be you dining tonight?” The hostess asked while grabbing out a menu.

“ oh no I came here for a job interview.”

“ oh okay, stay right here “ she insisted before walking towards the back of the store. You stood there patiently waiting until you heard your name being called out.

“ y/n is that you ?” You heard. Could it really be?

‘ shit’ you mumbled under your breath. This guy gives you money and you don’t even text him and now he’s here.

“ Hey stranger” he said jokingly before pulling you in for a hug. “ what have you been up to ? I never heard from you”

“ I know and I am so sorry , I’ve been job hunting and studying for school and - it’s just really been hectic” you exclaimed. You felt bad for not reaching out but you really wanted to wait until you had a job. “ so I’m here waiting to get interviewed for a dish washer position.” You beamed with sarcastic excitement.

“ dish washer?” He questioned, “ that’s horrible they don’t have anything better to offer you?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“ at this point I’ll take whatever I can get”. Tom looked at you with those same puppy eyes he once did when you had gotten fired.

“ that’s unacceptable no” he said crossing his arms.

“ you’re too good for that , I’m sure I can pull a few strings get you a decent job , something that you can do at your dorm”. Great. Another favor for you to feel bad about.

“ no Tom it’s okay” you said waving your hands in front of you. “ you’ve done enough and you don’t even know me “ . He shrugged and nodding agreeing with you.

“ I mean you’re not wrong , but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you”

“ Tom seriously it’s okay “ you exclaimed shaking your head. Tom scoffed before smiling .

“ y/n I’m not taking no for an answer” he stated . “ Now why don’t you come join me and my brother for tea. “. He suggested poingting behind him at his brother. You stood contemplating on whether or not you should take the offer. It would honestly make your life 10x easier if he really did what he said he would , but at the same time you don’t like for everything to be handed to you. After a few quiet seconds you nodded your head yes before following Tom to the table. You had gotten so wrapped up in conversating with the boys you hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten .

“ I really should get goin” you said looking out at the now black sky from the window. “ but if you’re still in town tomorrow we should definitely get together” you said standing up.

“ I’d love that Y/n “ Tom said standing up, giving you a hug.

“ oh how much do I owe” you said reaching in your purse to grab your wallet.

“ no don’t worry bout it “ Tom said placing his hands on yours. You could feel butterflies immediately start fluttering around in your stomach as his skin touched yours . You had become very fond of Tom. Over the night you had realized that he was a genuine kind guy who just wanted to do good for others. Which was shocking because a lot of people with fame and fortune like that almost always let it go to their heads and become complete dicks.

“ nice try” you smirked before tossing down some money on the table. Before they could say anything to you , you were already walking out the door.

*

As you laid in your bed in your dorm, your head couldn’t get off of Tom. He was just so special. His heart and intentions were so pure, and that smile was just perfect. You hated yourself for falling so quick. You barely knew this guy but yet he couldn’t leave your mind . You finally decided to find that receipt paper out of your purse and send Tom a message.

‘ hey are u up? It’s y/n’

‘ hey! I thought you had lost my number lol’

‘ no idk what I was thinking I’m sorry !! ‘

‘ it’s okay, I’m just glad to be hearing from you now’.

You felt those same butterflies start fluttering again . Could he really be happy to be talking to you or is he just overly nice.

‘ the feelings are mutual. I’m so glad we ran into each other . Are we still on for tomorrow ?’

‘ absolutely, just call when you’re ready and I can come get you’ he responded . The conversation quickly ended after that, you both saying your good nights.

****

“ I’ve never seen this part of town up close” you beamed to Tom as you looked at the lighten Christmas trees around the town buildings. Tom decided a walk through the park and town , would do you both justice to get to know each other .

“Really?” He asked with shock. You looked over at him nodding before looking down at your feet as you walked. Tom had done the same , sticking his hands in his pants pockets . “ it’s a lovely place honestly , it’s so relaxing and not overwhelmingly crowded” he stated. You didn’t too much care about the amount of people, you were more enjoying his company. He was so beautiful. Everything about him had you mesmerized and with him having such a kind personality made him even more charming.

“ Tom” you said stopping to turn towards him.

“Hm?” He replied , turning to look at you.

“ I don’t know how to to thank you. You’ve helped me more than anyone has since I moved here.” You stated with sincere. “ I mean Even my own parents don’t even send money. I-I mean it’s not all about the money of course but I’ve really really been struggling and I honestly have felt so alone with it all. “ you chuckled awkwardly before looking back down at your feet, to embarrassing to continue looking at Tom. “ what I’m trying to say is , I was days away from giving up on it all and then you came into my life and I just , I don’t know I feel like everything is going to be okay again” .

“Y/n” Tom said lifting your head back up by your chin. He had on the biggest grin, the sun making his brown eyes turn golden. “ everything will be okay. And i don’t want you to ever feel like I’m just helping you for attention. I have the means to help you and you just seem like such a bright woman who is probably braver than anyone I know” he stated. “ there’s no way I would move far from home on my own, knowing no one , working while going to school, I mean that’s a lot”. You laughed nodding when he said that. He had a way of making you feel better about yourself . He spoke all the positive sides of what you had been doing , when all you did was look at the negatives about it.

“ and if we’re being honest , you’ve been on my mind since the day you catered to me”. This time it was his turn to look down shyly. You furrowed your eyebrows towards him, cocking your head to the side a little in confusion. “ you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” you couldn’t help but laugh out loud shaking your head.

“Okay Tom what kind of game is this?” You said semi jokingly . It was hard to believe what Tom was saying because you were a hot mess the day he met you. Your hair was in a sloppy bun, frizzy and tangled from lack of proper hygiene, left over make up on. There’s just no way he found that to be so beautiful.

“ I’m serious ! “ he laughed back , his smile going from ear to ear. “ I’ve just been so intrigued by you, and when you didn’t text or call those first two weeks I honestly got a little butt hurt. “ you smiled.

“ I swear I didn’t want to waste your time that’s why I did that” and you were being honest . Tom shook his head while reaching out for your hand.

“ I’ve got all the time in the world . I know that I want you to be apart of my life in some way. And if that means I’ve got to sit and help you get through this college thing then so be it”. Your heart beating started pacing , looking up at him. Before you could second think it , you quickly pressed your lips against his-a simple but perfect peck.

“ s-sorry. I don’t know why I did that it just kinda came out of no where I’m so-“ Tom interrupted you by placing his lips back against yours, this time the moment lasting longer.

****

“ is this what you wanna watch?” Tom asked flopping down on his couch next to you . It had been 3 months since your first day and you could say you both had become inseparable. Almost every day you were together . Whether he came over and helped you study or you were at his place during your free time.

Tonight was your first night staying the night and you were pretty nervous. You and Tom have had plenty of make out sessions and slight groping of private areas but it had never went past that. You were hoping for different tonight though as you were craving his touch. You had thought about it day and night here recently on what it would feel like to have him inside you .

“ it’s so romantic “ you beamed as you pressed play on ‘The notebook’. It was a romantic movie but you also wanted to set the mood in hopes of Tom wanting you in the same way you wanted him. You weren’t a virgin but it had been well over a year since you had had any sexual encounters and with the way things were moving between you and Tom , you were ready.

“ well okay Darling. “ he responded before tossing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. You laid your head partially on his lap, your legs stretched out across the couch while your hand was in Toms popcorn bag. “ now love, don’t fall asleep” he stated before moving some of your hair out of your face . How could you when all you could think about was him and his hands all over you.

“ I’m not baby” you said looking up at him. He grinned before looking back at the tv.

~~

It had come to the love seen where Noah and Allie were arguing in the rain. You knew what was up next but Tom hadn’t seen it yet to know . As the sex scene began , your heart started pounding faster, in between your legs getting warmer as you watched the scene, wishing it was you and Tom. Seconds later though you realized you weren’t the only one wishfully thinking when you felt Toms member jump against the side of your head through his gray sweat pants. You grinned but you didn’t bother moving . You had felt it tap a few times again, each time if felt harder and harder so you lifted your head up, looking down at his crotch. His dock was sitting straight up at this point , no denying what he wanted so you kissed against the tip, causing it to jump again against your mouth. Tom sighed heavily as you reached down in his joggers, grabbing ahold of him, squeezing tightly. Your pumping against him began slow before you leaned your head brown, wrapping your plump lips around the tip, your tongue running up the side of his tip. You felt his cock twitch before you went down further on him. Tom sank himself into the couch before he gently thrusted his hips into your mouth . You could hear the low moans coming from him even with there playing in back ground. At this point you were up on your knees to the side of Tom, your head bouncing up and down while you rotated your hand around his member, your back arched making your ass stick up in the air.

“ god” Tom groaned out, his pacing going a little faster . You reached down to touch yourself with your free hand but was quickly stopped by Tom grabbing it.

“ let me” he breathed out, his voice deep and groggily . You but your bottom lip before sitting up , removing your top. Toms eyes gazed over your body as you laid back on the couch flat on your back, pulling down your shorts and panties. Tom then made his way over you , kissing your lips first before making its way down by your neck . He then when to your left breast first , twirling his tongue around your nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. You moaned loudly , lifting your hips up grinding against him trying to get some sort of friction. Tom had now traveled down your stomach with kisses, his hand pressed against your pussy. You but your lip while you thrusted your hips up and down, grinding against his hands.

“ does that feel good love?” He asked as he watched you move yourself against him. You moaned in response , nodding your head while your eyes remained closed. You gasped loudly when you felt two fingers inserting you slowly. Tom wiggled them some before pumping, his other hand rubbing against your clit . You were in heaven but it still wasn’t enough. You wanted him in you.

“ fuck me Tom” you said reaching down grabbing his hand to stop. Tom sat up removing the rest of his clothing before hovering back over you.

“ you want me?” He asked, the tip of his dick right at the edge of your entrance .

“ please” you pleaded placing your hands on the back of his neck. Tom leaned down kissing you while sliding himself in you, you nothing sharing a moan when he got all the way in . He sat for just a second letting you adjust before he slowly slid back out some, leaving just the tip in. You moaned loudly as he slip himself back in, this time at a faster pace while his tongue glided over yours. Eventually Toms motions had become a steady beat, your head hitting the arm rest with each thrust. The both of you were sweating by this point , his body pressed up against yours as you lifted your leg up , allowing him in deeper.

“ roll over” Tom demanded while pulling out, sitting up off you. You quickly rolled over getting on all fours, arching your back and laying your head down on the head rest. Only seconds later you felt Tom sliding right back in to your soaking wet pussy, his thrusts getting harder than before . At this point his living room was full of moans, the tv playing in the back ground, and your skin slipping against each other as he pounded in you deep. His hands were placed firmly in the curve of your arch, pulling you back towards him everytime he thrusted in you.

You couldn’t even hold back the moans it had all set so good. His body was shimmering with the sweat all over him, veins popping out of his arms and neck and along his v line as his body tightened everytime he hit your g-spot . At this point your legs were so wobbly you laid back down on your stomach, Tom still sliding in and out of you only this time this position made you tighten around Tom.

“ oh god” he moaned out as he laid his forehead against your back , grinding deeply in you . “ you’re so fucking tight” you reached back grabbing a hold of his hair, tugging slightly as he pushed down on to it lower back , grinding deep in you. You started rotations your hips in a circular motion against him, almost sending him over the edge.

“ fuck” he moaned o loudly before pulling out. You grinned as you felt his warm cum landing on your lower back, grunts and moans coming from Tom. He sat for a second before grabbing a wash cloth from the kitchen , helping crank himself and you off. You both had gotten back dressed in silence, smiling while thinking about the time you just had .

“ that’s as.. that was perfect” Tom said running his hand through his hair grinning at you. You placed your head in your hands blushing .

“ it really was “you beamed looking up at him before kissing his lips. By this time the ending credits were rolling and you both were exhausted.

“ wanna restart?” He suggest referring to the movie.

“ I actually would like to try out your bed” you suggested laughing slightly .

“ oh love I don’t know if I’m ready for round two unless you want on top this time” he said tugging on his shirt tightly signing that he was heated up.

“ no” you laughed shaking your head . “ I mean for sleeping”

“ ohhh” he said his mouth forming in an ‘O’ shape. “ I agree” he stated before standing up, holding his hand out for you to grab . You both had gotten settled in his king sized bed, him being the big spoon of course .

“ tonight really was amazing” you said closing your eyes, pushing yourself back against him.

“ yes darling” he said before kissing your Cheek. “ goodnight love” he said before yawning .

You smiled, falling asleep in his arms.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #smut #tom holland fan fiction smut

[pagingevilspawn]

stick it

What even is this fic? Idk, but i was missing gymnastics, so this is what y’all get. Its super bad, super weird, and not a whole lotta jolex, but whatever. 

Also, nobody cares, but the way I'm giving the scores is (most likely) different than what is averaged for Washington. I’ve never competed in Washington so i don’t know how hard their scoring is, but I did compete in one of the hardest regions in the US for gymnasts, so scoring was always a LOT more harsh than it was in other states and areas of states. Even though nobody is gonna pay attention to that I just thought I'd say something lol. 

And fun fact- our girl is a (much) better gymnast than i ever was, so… tea 🍵🍵  

~*~

Jo watched her husband do their daughter’s hair from the doorway, some kind of a braided bun she didn’t know the name of. She smiled at the sight. It never failed to bring a smile to her face, even though it had become pretty common these past few years. She cradled the bottom of her six month baby bump in the palm of her left hand, her right holding her piping hot tea in a thermos. Once Alex was done putting in all of the excess pins, she watches as he puts a hand over their daughter’s eyes, pulling out the can of hairspray and spraying it into her hair. 

The almost nine year old girl lets out a giggle, commenting on how the hairspray smelt funny. Alex pulls out an Amped Up brush, combing back any flyaway hairs that might have escaped the spray. She snaps out of her trance when she hears her phone alarm go off, alerting the other two in the room of her presence. 

“Mommy!” her daughter exclaims, running over to her to give her a quick hug, much to the dismay of Alex. He was just thankful that he was already done with her hair. Even after three years of doing hair it still took a long ass time to do buns, especially when his daughter was the perfectionist she was. 

“Hey Dyl,” Jo reaches down, returning her daughter’s hug, giving her a tight squeeze before she watches Dylan retreat back to her dad, sitting in front of the mirror once again. 

Jo looks at Alex, who’s attention was focused on adding the shiny black scrunchie into the little girl’s hair. “I’m gonna get Aub up.” she whispers to him, watching him nod before she turns and makes her way down the hall, where their three year old daughter was sleeping. It was only five-thirty, so she knew what a hassle it would be. Aubryella was exactly like her parents in that way, a complete night owl. It was always a hassle to get the girl down at night, but even tougher to wake her up in the morning. She flicks on the small night on the girl’s bedside table, the lamp shade casting a soft pink glow around the all pink room. 

Much like her name, Aubryella was the definition of a girly-girl. She was all about pink, barbies, fashion, makeup… anything that would be described as girly, the three year old liked. Alex always gave props to Jo for that, since while she was pregnant with their youngest daughter she claimed that the tiny life growing inside of her was going to be an ‘all that and a bag of chips little diva’, so she thought it was only appropriate to give her a name to suit that title. (Good thing her mommy instincts were correct. She knew that if she gave Dylan that name and not Aubryella she would hate it more than life itself.) 

She shakes the girl lightly, hoping that it was enough to wake her up, which it ultimately wasn’t. She begins to run a hand through her hair, which ends up failing too. Jo lets out a sigh. 

“Aub. Aubrey. Elle. Ella. Ree. Aubryella. Get up sweetie.” she shakes the girl harder, finally stopping when the tiny blonde lets out a loud groan of protest. Yep, definitely a Karev.

“No mommy,” the girl says, her word muffled since her face was buried in her soft pink pillow case, using one hand to sleepily push her moms face away. It was too close to her ear, and she just wanted to sleep.

Jo chuckles, rolling her eyes at her daughter's antics. “It’s state’s day.” she whispers, knowing that that would get Aub’s attention.

As expected, the little girl gets up immediately, rubbing her tired as, not looking as asleep as she probably should, the talk of the upcoming meet more than enough to get her blood rushing. Though Aubryella wasn't a gymnast herself (she had started dance class a year ago and had found her calling then), watching gymnastics was something she loved to do, especially when it was her own sister competing. Not to mention, it was the topic of nearly every dinner for the past month and a half.  

The mom watches as the girl hassles out of the bed quickly, picking up her blanket and rushing to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Jo stays behind, making the bed. Normally, Aub would need to do it herself, but since they were on a time limit, she decided it would be best if she did it instead. When the girl gets back in the room Jo picks out her clothes, a dusty rose sweater and black jeans, both wasting no time in putting them on. She runs a comb through her daughter’s long dirty blonde hair, a trait she inherited from her Aunt Amber and Grandma. Aub actually looked more like the two than her own parents to most people, with her dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes. But anyone who actually looked at the girl could see that she had Jo's nose and Alex’s chin. Not to mention, that crooked grin was all Alex Karev.

Jo picks up her daughter from her spot on the bed, grabbing a jacket that was hung on a hook before heading out of the door and down the hall, stopping when she went down the stairs and entered the living room. She sets the girl down by a chair in the kitchen, going to the cabinets and pulling out the doughnuts and cereal. “Which one?” she asks, holding up each dessert in a different hand. 

The girl grins mischievously, making the mom let out a small chuckle before pulling a powdered sugar doughnut out of the box. She didn’t know why she expected anything else. 

Aubryella accepts the doughnut gratefully, giving out an absent minded thank you before shoveling the treat in her mouth, getting the white sugar all over her face. Jo doesn’t need to wait long before she hears two sets of footsteps come down the stairs, Dylan dressed with her white and light blue leotard on, black warm ups on over it, Alex in a simple pair of jeans, back t-shirt, and the damn black jacket that he never got rid of, no matter how many protests he got from his wife. 

“Ready?” Jo asks, all three of them nodding in response. “Okay, you got your bag, shoes, extra hair ties, water bottle, lucky bear, extra bobby pins, thera band, notebook, phone, mascara, lip gloss, hair brush, wallet, tiger paws, ankle brace, knee brace, and wrist brace?” she questions again, going over the list she had memorized from years of training. 

Dylan rolls her eyes impatiently. She didn’t want to be late. She couldn’t be late. It was States for god’s sake! Everyone in the state of Washington (who qualified) would be there. The judges would be scoring harder, and some of the competition was going to be new. She was going to go up against girl’s she hadn’t before. Her goal was to win everything. Maybe it was extreme, but it was true. This season she had done well, really well actually. Her first season as a level seven had started off in the best way. She swept the first competition clean, getting first on vault, floor, and all around, second on bars, and third on beam. As the season went on she just got better, scores getting higher and snatching more golds with each meet. She knew she wasn’t going to be in the Olympics one day, but getting a college scholarship was looking more promising with every first place medal she had stacked around her neck. 

“Yeah, now let’s gooooo,” Dylan drags out, grabbing her dad’s hand and pulling him to the door, not even waiting for her mom and sister to follow. The four Karev’s shuffle into the car and drive an hour and fifteen minutes to the convention center where the meet was being held. They pile out of the car and check in, Alex taking a few minutes to add an extra layer of hairspray to Dylan’s hair while Jo puts a light coat of mascara on the girl’s eyelashes and dabs the lip rosy gloss on her lips. 

Before the eight year old can run off her coach, her parents kneel down in front of her, her eyes letting them know how scared she was behind her calm facade. “Hey,” Jo grabs a hold of her little girl’s shoulders, making her hazel eyes that were identical to her own stare deeply into hers. “You got this. Go out there and have fun, alright? You know your routines, you won’t mess up. Okay?” she reassures her. Jo pulls her daughter into a hug, “I love you baby.” she whispers into her ear, passing her off to Alex. 

Instead of staying on the ground, he picks her up and puts her on his side, much like you would do a small child. Dylan had always been on the smaller side, since neither one of her parents were very tall, but gymnastics had definitely stunted her growth a fair amount. For most people it would be a curse, but as all gymnasts know, it was a blessing. 

“We’re right here if you need us. Go kick some ass Dyl, and win that state title. You want that banner right?” he teases. Dylan did want a banner though. At her gym, whoever won a state, regionals, sectionals, or nationals title got a banner hung up from the ceiling. She had one from last year, when she won floor, vault, and the all around as a level six, and even more from the years before that in levels three, four, and five. 

But a banner as a level seven? Now that would be a dream come true. Why break the streak now? And not to mention, her group would be the last level seven group to go for the weekend, so if she got a high enough all around score, it could be factored in for the team’s total, which could mean another banner (this one provided by the competition) and trophy, if their total score was in the top three. And believe me, she was determined to win that banner, not for her, but for her team. 

Another thing she inherited from her parent’s, their competitiveness. 

Dylan gives her parents and sister one last hug and ‘I love you’ before ducking under the chain and meeting her coach and teammates on the floor.  

...             

“Camera, camera, camera.” Alex mumbles, fishing through Jo’s bag until he pulls out the phone. Dylan was about to go up on bars, and he was designated photographer, since his wife couldn’t film for the life of her. The one time she tried, she ended up shooting the ceiling instead of Dylan’s floor routine. Their daughter was not very happy about that. 

He presses the start button just as the girl salutes, flashing the judges a smile before she begins. She rolls her neck and then adjusts her grips, stepping onto the mounting block and taking a deep breath before swinging her arms and launching into a kip, drowning out all of the excess noise in the background. 

“Legs, legs, legs.” Jo mumbles to herself. It was Dylan’s biggest deduction, having her legs separated. 

Straight legs, pointed feet. Kip cast handstand, hit the 180 degree mark, hold it, clear hip, hit 180 again, hollow body, her feet don't hit the ground, cast up to a squat on, she catches sight of the high bar before jumping to it, keeping her legs together as she goes into another kip, casting up into handstand, holding it at 180 for a second without an arch before hollowing back and beginning her giants, hollow body, tap, feet up, over, and again, see the toes in front, release, layout flyaway. Stick. 

Dylan beams as she salutes the judge again, going over to her coach and giving her a large hug, finally hearing the cheering coming from her family. A series of whoops and whistles come from her mom and dad, while her little sister claps her hands and gives her a wide smile. 

She waits a minute and a half for her score to flash up on the screen, a 9.725. The cheering from her section gets louder, and her teammates engulf her in hugs. It was a hell of a way to start off the meet. 

…

Alex pulls out the camera again when Dylan salutes the beam judge, trying to mask her nervousness behind a smile. Alex and Jo both knew how she felt about the beam. She hated it with every fiber of her being, no matter how good she was at it. She glances over at her family, who all give her encouraging smiles. It was just enough to give her the confidence she needed. 

He watches as she places her hands on the beam, going from a support to a press handstand for her mount. She stands, doing a few different moves and poses before swinging her arms up by her ears. 

“C’mon Dyl.” he whispers to himself. His daughter didn't mind cheering on any other events, but beam was a different story. She was always worried whenever she was on the apparatus, so whenever a sudden noise came through, she struggled. It was something she was working on, but it was going to take time. 

She lifts up her left leg, beginning her connection, a back walkover to a back handspring step-out. The girl circles her arms behind her immediately to prevent any balance checks. Jo and Alex both let out audible sighs of relief, knowing that if there was one thing that could go wrong in the routine, it would be that. From the looks of it, Dylan seemed relieved too. Her movements were less tense, she completed her jumps with perfect form, a split jump to a sissone. Her leap hit 180, and her full turn was controlled. All that was left now was her dismount. All three Karev’s sat on the edge of their seats, the baby in Jo’s belly kicking non stop, letting her know that it was in on the action as well. 

Dylan kicks her leg into the air, toes pointed, knees locked. Cartwheel step-in, back tuck. Stick. She lets out a breath, turning to the judges and saluting, flashing them a smile, giving her coaches a hug before darting to her family, who had moved closer for the event.  

“You did so good.” Jo says, pulling her into a hug over the plastics chains that separated them, Alex doing the same after. 

“What score do you think I got Bree?” Dylan asks her little sister, who lets out an adorable giggle before holding out her hands. 

“Ten!” she says, making her family laugh. One could dream. 

The score flashed up on the screen then, 9.775. 

Well, this was going to be a damn good meet. 

…

The camera was locked on Dylan as she made her way to her spot on the floor, striking her beginning pose before her music blared through the speakers. She dances around the floor, gliding with an ease neither of her parents had ever experienced themselves. It was a wonder really, how both of their daughter’s were good dancers while they couldn't move for shit. 

Her first pass was her hardest, a roundoff back handspring back layout. The family holds their breath as the girl sets high, finishing the rotation with ease, dancing around more before her leap pass, a switch leap to a straddle jump. She dances more, making eye contact with the judges as she moves. Floor was where she had the most confidence, being able to express herself through her music and choreography, that’s why it was always her favorite. 

“C’mon Dyl!” 

“You got this Dylan,” 

“Yay Tissy!” 

The family cheered before her second pass, a front handspring front pike, which she had a small step on, but nothing that would make a large difference in her score. She did some floor work, showing off her flexibility in her back with a series of rolls, standing up and doing a full turn. She makes her way to the corner, Jo and Alex watching the scene intently, Alex having Aubryella perched on his knee. This last pass sealed the deal. She runs, hurdles into a front pike, and connects to a front tuck. Stick. 

A smile breaks out on the little girl’s face. She moves her limbs in unison to her ending pose, hitting it just as the beat dropped. A series of cheers come from everyone around her. Her family, teammates, coaches. She doesn’t need to wait long for her score to flash up on the screen. A 9.675. 

…

Dylan’s last event was vault, her personal best. She had already done her warmups, and now she was just waiting for the judge to hold up the green flag. She adjusts her tiger paws after she salutes, just as Alex starts the recording. She sprints down the runway, hurdling into a roundoff, and pushing back into a back handspring. Her vault was a yurchenko drill. She keeps her form, legs together, knees locked, toes pointed. She finishes, salutes, then goes again. The three in the stands cheer. It was the last event. Her all around score depended on these vaults. 

When she does her finishing salute a second time, she knows that it was even better than the last. She looks over to her family and gives them a smile, wanting nothing more than to run over to them, but she knows she can’t, they were too far away. 

Her score takes a while to come up on the screen, which could either be a bad or good thing. The Karev’s hold their breath in anticipation, Jo stroking her baby bump with one hand, while holding Alex’s with the other. Even Aubryella was on the edge of her seat, well, more like the edge of her dad’s lap. Her hair was no longer down, but in a braided bun similar to her sisters, since she insisted that she wanted to look just like her. Alex was thankful Jo had packed extra hair ties in not just Dylan’s bag, but also her purse.

A series of loud cheers come from this section as they see their daughter’s score. A 9.800, a personal best. 

…

“And now, your vault state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.800 is… Dylan Karev!” The announcer cheers as the little brunette makes her way up to the first place podium, an abundance of applause coming from the crowd. A gold medal is placed around her neck by an assistant, who she thanks with a megawatt smile. 

“These are your 2029 vault state champions, gymnasts salute.” the announcer says, causing all the girls to raise their arms to the position, all the families in the crowd taking photos of their daughters. Jo, Alex, and Aubryella cheer the loudest, more than proud of Dylan. 

As awards went on, more categories were called. 

“Your bar's state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.725 is... Dylan Karev!” 

“Your beam state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.775 is… Dylan Karev!” 

“On the floor, in second place with a score of 9.675 is… Dylan Karev!” 

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Your 2029, eight to nine year old all around state champion, with a combined score of 38.975 is… Dylan Karev!” The audience erupted into applause, her parents, her teammates, coaches, and even her teammates parent’s cheering for her. She accepts her fifth medal with a wide smile, hopping down from the podium and back into the crowd. She had just won her ultimate goal, an all around title. 

After a few of the older groups were called, it was time for the team awards.  

“In first place, with a combined total of 115.575 is… Seattle Gymnastics Academy!” Another first place team award. The team accepts the banner and trophy and poses for photos alongside the second and third place team, proudly showing off their trophy by raising it above their heads.  

When she gets down and the awards finish, she runs to her parents, crashing into Alex with a gigantic hug. When she finally lets go, she hugs her mom and sister. 

“I’m so proud of you Dyl.” her mom says, touching her cheek affectionately. Gymnastics was her daughter's passion, something she lived and breathed for. Seeing that light in her eyes and that grin was something she would never get tired of. 

Aubryella hugs her big sister’s legs, “good job Tissy.” The name came from when the tiny blonde was younger and couldn’t say ‘Sissy’, and had stuck to it ever since. 

The family of four makes their way out of the convention center, the drive back to their house was peaceful, the limited hours of sleep they got the night before catching up to them. They all crash onto their respective beds, the girls in their rooms and Jo and Alex in their’s. 

Alex runs a hand through his wife’s hair, his other tracing circles on her baby bump, feeling the little life inside of her kick like a crazy person. 

They stay like that for a while, savoring the quiet. With two kids in the house, it was a major rarity these days. Jo hums, nuzzling into his embrace. “I love you.” she murmurs into his shirt, on the verge of sleep. He reaches down and places a small kiss on the top of her head. 

“I love you too.”

#jolex #jo wilson #alex karev #jo karev #jo wilson karev #jolex fic #jolex fanfic #jolex fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #greys anatomy #greys #greys abc #jolex babies #jolex forever #jolex is endgame #greys anatomy fanfiction #jolex au #screw 16x16 #gymnastics #competition #gymmnast #jo x alex #alex x jo #camilla luddington #justin chambers #au #greys anatomy au #bring them back to me please

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I don't entirely know the details either. It could be a debt of some sort (maybe he stole some donuts from her lol), or just an random dislike of him. Idk, I just have a feeling a lot of the UF cast have a mutual loathing of Fell XDD

Splynter gave me a prompt about UF Sans having to go speak to Muffet. I knew they disliked each other, but didn’t really know the details of their dynamic, so I  asked. Honestly I agree, I feel like most of the Underfell cast just hates Sans. Which makes sense, considering pretty much everyone seems to love Sans in Undertale. Kind of reversed.

I’m not... sure how accurately I wrote UF Muffet, but I tried. I hope you like it!

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Shit.

Shit shit shit shit.

Sans stood outside of the door to Muffet’s, feeling countless beads of sweat running down his forehead. Sure, they were on the surface now. He was… pretty sure she wouldn’t hurt him.

But there weren’t really any guarantees.

And besides, even if she didn’t hurt him, she would find some way to make his life miserable. He just needed to get in and back out as fast as possible. Why couldn’t Boss have done this?! He’d asked, but apparently Boss had taken that as a “Sans needs to learn to not be such a fucking wimp all the time.” He wasn’t a wimp! This was Muffet they were talking about! And she hated him! Him specifically! She would listen to Boss, at least a little bit…. Ugh. There was no point in stalling. He just needed to go in already.

He forced himself to place his hand on the door handle and push it open, rushing inside before he could change his mind.

The bell attached to the door made a little jingling sound as the door shut behind him, and he froze immediately. Muffet was right at the counter, wiping it down. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

“I’m afraid we just closed,” she began, but immediately paused after turning her head and seeing who had just entered the store. Sans felt himself start to sweat again and looked away.

“Hi, how are ya?” He tried to say it casually, but didn’t make eye contact. He didn’t want her to think he was being disrespectful.

She gasped, an utterly false gasp of joy. “Oh, Sans! How are you? It’s been so long!”

An army’s worth of spiders scuttled down from the counter and surrounded him in a semicircle.

“Too long.”

She giggled. Sans could feel himself shaking a little. It’s fine. She won’t hurt me. She knows Boss would kill her if she hurt me, even if it is against the law. Reminding himself that his brother really did care made him feel a bit better.

“What’s the matter? Go ahead and tell me what you’re here for, hm?”

He managed. “I got some’a yer money I owe ya.”

“Oh! Really?”

He nodded vigorously, pulling out the cash from his pocket. At the sudden movement, the spiders instinctively moved forward, but relaxed when they saw that he meant no harm.

“Oh! How lovely!” She looked down at something he couldn’t see behind the counter.

God no.

“Why don’t you go grab it, pet?”

There were several snarling sounds and Muffet’s horrible pet crawled over the counter and over to Sans. It opened its drooling mouth and displayed its sharp teeth. Making sure to barely hold the cash between the tip of his thumb and index fingers, Sans held it out and let the pet grab it, flinching when it bit down. Thankfully, his bones were untouched.

“Aww! It likes you so much!”

Just make this end, dammit….

“Why don’t you give it a few pats, hmm?”

“H… huh?” Sans felt himself start to sweat again. He smiled nervously. “I mean… I would, but I, uh--”

“It will be sad if you don’t!” She flashed him a smug smile. “And I’ll be very upset if you make it sad.”

ffffffffff

“R… right,” he said, and reached out. It flinched, which made him flinch, but he eventually patted its head. It started to growl, but he knew better than to stop, so he just continued and prayed that it wouldn’t decide to bite his hand off.

“Aww. It enjoys being pet so much! You can stop now.”

He immediately withdrew his hand, shoving it in its pocket, and the pet scurried back over to Muffet and handed her the cash. She started to flip through it.

“Well! Finally, we…”

She trailed off, counting the money again, and Sans started to shake once more. Had the pet swallowed some of the cash? Please no.

Her eyes went from the money to him.

“This is only half of your owed amount,” she said, her voice riddled with distaste.

“Y… Yeah.”

All five of her eyes narrowed as she stood up completely straight. “I thought I told you not to come back until you had all of my money, Sans.”

OK, time to completely cast aside his pride.

“I know!” he said. “I’m sorry! I wanted tah wait till I had it all, but Boss--”

“Hmmm, or wait forever?”

“N-- no, I was savin’ it up, but we had ‘n agreement an’ I didn’t wanna--”

“You know,” she interrupted, although he hesitantly tried to continue blabbering. “I just realized my pet hasn’t had any food since lunch.”

The pet, which was still standing on the counter, turned and stared at him with its beady eyes. He tried not to look too afraid. Technically, he could annihilate Muffet and her pet if he wanted, but he didn’t want anybody to know about what he was capable of.

“That’s illegal,” he said. “Yer shop’ll get shut down.”

“Oh trust me,” she said, “I can make sure no one pins it on me.” A bit of a manic smile. “It’s not as if they’ll have a body as evidence.”

“My bro’ll know you did it, he’ll kill ya.”

“Mmm. Your brother is only so strong.”

That may as well have been an insult, considering the Underground’s culture. Sans didn’t think before speaking-- a bad habit he often suffered from. “Shuddup, my brother’s stronger than you’ll ever be!”

A moment of silence as they both realized what he’d just said. They just stared at each other. Sans started to panic. He didn’t want to shortcut right in front of somebody. She was going to let that stupid pet eat him and--

No, the door was right behind him. He could run! Cowardly, sure, and embarrassing, but he’d be alive. He turned-- only to find someone towering over him.

“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?”

“Boss!” Sans practically yelled in relief. His brother raised a brow at him, but didn’t say anything.

“Oh!” said Muffet. She suddenly looked nervous. Only so strong, my ass. “Hello, Papyrus! Your lovely brother here was just paying me some of his debt. I’m quite appreciative!”

“AS YOU SHOULD BE,” said Papyrus stiffly. He must have seen Muffet’s sadistic smile through a window. Sans turned back around, giving Muffet a smug smile of his own when his brother wasn’t looking. How the tables have turned, huh?

She kept her fake smile plastered on her face, and her attention on Papyrus. “We just now closed, but you and I are always such good friends! Would you like something? It’s on the house! I made cupcakes just a few hours ago, they’re still--”

“NO,” said Papyrus, “WE ARE NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR SECOND-RATE FOOD.”

She looked like she’d just been slapped in the face, she was so horrified. Sans saw his chance and sauntered up to the counter, the spiders on the floor scuttling out of the way.

“I’ll take some,” he said, giving her a massive, shark-toothed grin.

One of her eyes twitched.

“I mean, ya did say I’m real lovely, right? ‘N we’re all such good friends.”

“... Of course,” she said, though the murderous rage radiating off of her was quite palpable. “Anything! What would you like?”

“Ya said ya made cupcakes?”

“Yes, I did in fact do that.” She pointed at six cupcakes immaculately decorated with clean frosting.

“Nice. I’ll take all six.”

“All six? I didn’t say you could have...” She stopped, looking over in Papyrus’s direction, and her grin became somehow more forced. “... I mean, of course, yes! Six cupcakes coming right up!”

It was almost like she had to force her limbs to grab the cupcakes, put them into a box, and then hand them to Sans without asking for any pay.

“Aw geez, Muffet, yer always such a great friend,” he said, beaming maliciously up at her.

“Always. You two take care now!”

“See ya,” he said, and headed for the door. Papyrus said nothing, just held the door open for him. Once he’d left, Papyrus followed.

“YOU KNOW I ONLY LET YOU TAKE SIX CUPCAKES BECAUSE I SAW THAT SHE WAS THREATENING YOU DESPITE HAVING THE MONEY.”

“Yeah, thanks fer saving my ass.”

“LANGUAGE! DON’T SPEAK LIKE A BARBARIAN, SANS!”

“Sure.” Sans opened up the box, grabbed a cupcake, and began stuffing his face. “These are so fuckin’ good,” he said through a full mouth.

Papyrus sighed with exasperation.

He then held out a hand. Immediately understanding, Sans handed him a cupcake.

“Ya didn’t mean, it right? When ya said her food was second-rate?”

“OF COURSE I DIDN’T!” said Papyrus as he carefully unwrapped the cupcake. “HER PASTRIES ARE AMAZING! BUT SHE WAS THREATENING YOU! SHE DESERVED TO FACE CONSEQUENCES, EVEN IF KILLING HER ISN’T AN OPTION!”

Sans was too absorbed in his sweets to reply.

“... I’LL ADMIT, WATCHING HER SQUIRM WAS QUITE SATISFYING.”

“Yeah,” said Sans, “it was hilarious.” His smile faltered. “You’ll, uh, probably need tah take the second half of th’ debt to ‘er when ya get it. She’ll… prob’ly kill me if I try tah give it to her.”

“... THAT’S PROBABLY TRUE, YES. I’LL DELIVER IT.”

Cool.

Sans shoved another cupcake into his mouth.

#this was so fun to write oh my gosh #I wasn't sure where it was going at the beginning and then just #THE TURNS HAVE TABLED #fanfic #fanfiction #one-shot #underfell #underfell sans #fell sans #underfell papyrus #fell papyrus #underfell muffet #fell muffet #prompt

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No Better Plans

A Burzek fic suggested/requested by @cpdxdaily ( @ruzek-pearson ) (Idk which blog you wanted me to at for this lol)

Adam and Kim spend their New Year’s Eve working overtime in a blizzard... and maybe re-realizing some old feelings too.

“Damn it, where did he go?” Adam huffs, shining his flashlight all around them. Kim can’t see more than a couple feet around them in any given direction even with the flash light; the snow is falling too thickly and it’s too dark. 

“We should probably just head back to the car,” Kim suggests. Finding one crazed crack head isn’t worth getting lost in a blizzard and freezing to death over. Not to mention they chased him through so many back allies she’s not even sure which direction the car’s in anymore, and following their tracks back won’t work because the snow is covering them almost as fast as they’re making them. “We know what he looks like. We can find him later. There’s not even anyone else out in this mess for him to be a danger too.”

“Fine,” Adam agrees and rubs his jaw. Kim can see a bruise from where the guy decked him. “Where even is the car?”

“That I’m really not sure about,” Kim admits looking around them. Everything looks the same, white. Everything is white, and the one thing that looks like it could be a street sign is plastered in snow and ice so she can’t read a single word it says.

“Maybe we should forget the car and just find somewhere to shelter in place,” Adam suggests, tucking his chin deeper into the collar of his coat trying to protect his face from the freezing cold wind blasting snow and ice into their faces; it’s funny how much more unbearable it is now that they’re not chasing anyone.

“We ran past what looked liked a scrap yard not too far back, I bet there's some kind of little manager's office we could break into or something,” Kim suggests. She can feel her teeth starting to chatter and her fingers and toes are starting to ache from the cold. Breaking and entering is among the last things she wants to do right now, but the likelihood of them finding the car and actually being able to get in and get it started again is slim to none in this much snow. And frankly she’s not even sure if she could make it back to the car in this much cold.

“Okay,” Adam breathes; she can see him clenching his jaw like he’s trying to stop his teeth from chattering too. There’s flecks of snow and ice frozen in his beard, that make him look even colder than she feels. “How far back was it?”

“Not far,” Kim says and turns around pointing her face into the wind. She hopes she’s picking the right direction, but it’s hard to tell since she can’t see more than a couple feet in front of her and everything looks basically the same.

“Look we can try to follow what’s left of our tracks,” Adam suggests and throws one arm over shoulders, pulling her close to him. She almost pulls away from him, mostly on instinct, but she stops herself. With all the layers their wearing there’s not much body heat to be shared between them, but the very thought and feeling of him holding her close to him makes her feel just a little bit warmer.

By the time they reach the small building mostly likely serving as the office to the scrap yard, the snow is well past their knees and Kim can barely feel her fingers and toes anymore; she can also feel Adam shaking next to her, one of his arms still wrapped around her shoulders keeping her tucked close his body blocking her from the most the wind.

“Alright, the door opens in,” he breathes, his voice is shaky and quiet. “So I should just be able to shoulder it open.”

“Make sure you don’t dislocate your arm trying to break it down,” Kim cations as he peels away from her to attempt to break the door down. It’s not until he’s standing away from that realizes just much warmer she was tucked next to his side.

“I do that, we can get a heated ride to the hospital,” He jokes and slams the side of his body against the door with a grunt. By some miracle that’s all it takes, and the door swings wide open. He grabs Kim before she can react and pulls her inside with him before slamming the door closed behind them.

“Let’s see what we got in here,” he says clicking on his flashlight. The light beam spans out across the small dusty room casting strange shadows as it bounces of the shelves and various tool boxes with wrenches and any number of other things sticking out of them. There’s a small dirty and torn up couch in one corner of the room and a couple old scratchy looking blankets folded on the back of it. It doesn’t look like anyone's sat on the thing in years.

“There’s a space heater over here,” Kim says, her own flashlight beam falling on an old probably faulty space heater. “We could plug it in near the couch. Use those blankets, wait out the storm.”

“Sounds good to me,” Adam says and picks up the space heater in one hand to carry it over to the couch. “We’ll have to keep an eye on it though. Make sure it doesn’t explode or anything.”

“Yeah of course,” Kim agrees and plugs the cord into a wall socket. The old rickety space heater hums to life and a warm orange glow lights it up.

“Good, now we gotta get this snow off,” Adam says brushing the snow off her with his gloved hands. “Being wet is the last thing either of us needs to be.”

Kim smiles and stands still as she lets him brush the snow off her; he does it with a soft and gentle care that she rarely sees from him. But she likes his soft side, loves it really; it’s what made her fall in love with him all those years ago, and really it’s why she’s still in love with him. 

“Come here, Kim,” Adam says gently and grabs one of the blankets off the couch as soon as he done getting the snow off of both of them; he throws it around her shoulders and then before she can say anything he scoops her up into his arms and sits down on the couch keeping her legs draped over his and her body tucked against his. He pulls the second blanket over their legs and rests his chin on top of her head. 

Kim smiles and lets her head rest against his chest; it’s not the most comfortable feeling, his vest is hard and lumpy under his coat, but she can still listen to his calm even breathing and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and that’s all she needs. It’s really all she’s ever needed- it took her a long time to realize it but Adam’s all she needs.

“Warm yet?” Adam asks quietly, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

“Yeah, thanks Adam,” she mumbles and looks out across the room. There’s an old clock on the wall, she’s not sure if it’s right, but it says 11:45 on it.

“Can I ask you something?” Adam whispers.

“Sure.”

“Why are you out here freezing your ass off with me on New Year’s Eve?” Adam ventures after a moment of silence.

“Didn’t have any better plans,” Kim replies leaning her head back so she’s looking up at him.

“I thought your mom was coming to town…”

“Her flight got cancelled, so asked Trudy to let me ride with you,” Kim replies and grabs one of Adam’s hands in hers. In all honesty she probably would’ve cancelled her plans with her mom to spend tonight with Adam even if her flight didn’t get cancelled. Everyone else had plans. Kevin flew to Texas, Hailey and Jay had said they were planning on hanging out and getting drinks, Voight- Voight hadn’t said what he was doing, but that’s normal. Adam on the other hand had simply said he was tight for money and needed some over time, and it made Kim feel bad for him.

“I’m really sorry to hear that. I know you almost never get to see your mom,” Adam says sympathetically. “And being with family definitely beats being holed up in here with me on the holiday.”

“It’s okay, Adam,” Kim replies. She really is glad she’s here with him. “I’m happy I’m here with you.”

“That’s sweet to say, but you don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” Adam replies with a sad smile.

Kim sighs and squeezes his hand. “I meant it, Adam. I really did.”

“Thanks, Kim.”

“For what?”

“For being here with me. It’s cold and miserable and you could’ve stayed home where it’s warm,” Adam rambles. “But instead you’re here with me on this old couch with scratchy blankets and a mostly busted space heat- and… and you’re making things a lot less cold and miserable and-”

“I love you,” Kim blurts, interrupting him, and it’s the truth too. This where she wants to be, right here with him, the cold and snow be damned. She’s the happiest she’s been in a long time sitting here with him. “Adam, I love you.”

Adam blinks at her, surprised. She can see the gears turning in his head then he seems to find some new resolve and he smiles at her confidently. “Marry me.”

It’s not really a question, just the voicing of a silent thought buried some place in both their minds. Things got messed up the first time; they were both young and maybe a little stupid, but now…

She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t need to. She knows he knows the answer; they’ve both beat around the bush long enough. They’re meant for each other, if that wasn’t clear at first it’s definitely clear now. She kisses him instead of speaking, no words can do her feelings justice. 

And the clock on the wall says 12:00, not that either of them notice.

#burzek #chicago pd #one chicago #adam ruzek #kim burgess #cpd fic #chicago pd fic #fan fic #my fic #writing #sorry this is so short #i hope you enjoy it!

[fanfictiondreamscape]

First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 3)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 3) 

Genre: even more fluff. prepare thyself, for you will be passed out due to the cuteness overload.

Pairing: Kageyama/Hinata/Yamaguchi x Reader (all separate)

Notes: Here we are! Part three, and there may still be more to do. Depending on how these are received, I will try to do some for some lesser known anime (that reside within what I will write for). Otherwise, I’ll end this with a little note: 

Got a request? They’re open! All I ask is that you read the request rules before requesting.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Tobio Kageyama

ok let’s get one thing straight

this man is BAD with his emotions

he wouldn’t know how to handle them, but he would be able to generally understand that he would be emotional

(consider that a forewarning to this mess lol)

otherwise, his s/o? 

very passionate about something, but also very aware of their capabilities 

may have an interest in volleyball, but wouldn’t necessarily play

would also be an outgoing person

not particularly overly trusting, but not shy

as for the kiss? 

school, after practice

OR

school, during lunch

y’know when he gets his milk from the machine?

yeah, that time. 

so

he’s by the machine, he’s waiting

you came with him as you had met up with him after class had ended

and while you were typing a text to your friend 

he was pouting

with a glare

(i think you know the face, do i really need to explain it?) 

once the ‘text sent’ sound came, you pushed your body off the wall

and decided, on a whim, to tease the living crap out of kageyama

that thought now being thought of,...

you jump-hugged him

he didn’t fall, but he did nearly topple over

that made you happy, (but we don’t talk about that)

he was blushing bright red

“w-what? what are you doing?”

you giggled, “hugging you. isn’t it obvious?”

he continued to stumble over his words before giving up 

(that’s what you get for trying to portray ‘tough guy kageyama’ all the time, my man-)

eventually, he had to pry you off to get his milk carton

he got it, but you clung to his arm 

he was frozen

it was cute, and it was driving you to keep up the teasing

as for him? 

he found it adorable, but he had an act.

he can’t be acting like this in front of his classmates.

so he had to do something to leave you speechless. 

that ‘something’ he thought of, you ask? 

your first kiss! 

he used his strength to pull your body from his arm

but instead of there being some pause, 

it was simple.

a small peck. 

something unexpected, but an indicator of his love for you 

despite how annoying you could be when you wanted to get him to blush.

though you weren’t talking much, you were clinging

you froze, he smirked, and the both of you let out some varying levels of laughter

after the event, you grabbed his hand with a smile on your face 

and on the way back, you were thinking

something along the lines of 

‘if that’s how he wants to stop me from clinging to him, i’m okay with that.’

honestly, the overall experience is very short and very miniscule 

but the impulsivity of the kiss and the simplicity of it was perfect for you and him

and it would be so cute too, just imagine that. a short peck with kageyama? oh my-

Hinata Shoyo

okay, little baby bean here doesn’t know how to handle this well

he loves his s/o, he really does, but him and kissing? 

he’s a mega shy bean

that being said, i imagine he’d go for someone very caring and sweet

someone intelligent and athletic (to an extent). 

he would just get along with someone like him, though more calm

and possibly a manager for the team

either way, i imagine that the kiss itself would happen 

on the way home after a practice

it was dark, he was sweaty

but he was still just as upbeat as before

he was riding his bike, of course, and you were following beside him

practice was brutal on the both of you, and you had some things to organize 

“hey, s/o, how do you think i did?”

“oh? great, hinata, just need to focus on your receives.”

“that’s what they’ve been telling me. would you help?”

“sure, carrottop.”

“s/oooooooo!”

the laughter and whining most definitely got on some people’s nerves

(joke’s on them, though)

(curfew wasn’t up yet, they could whine about the noise all they want)

either way, the night was very well spent between the two of you 

since you two lived close to each other, things were easier between you two before 

the both of you had made it to your homes eventually

but the night was gorgeous

the stars were sparkling 

and the streetlights were casting a light on the both of you that made you glow 

almost as if you were an angel, 

just as much as he is

though his focus was more on the ground, yours was on him

his smile was gleaming 

and you couldn’t help it

“hey, hinata?” 

“hmm?”

you kissed him.

passionately and lovingly

he froze up, but eventually warmed up to it and kissed you back

he was also the one who wasn’t able to move very much at all after

you had to cup his cheeks and pull him closer in order to prolong the magic moment just a little bit

yep, the purest form of magic just burst when you two kissed

when you pulled away, you beamed at him and ran to put your bike away

he stood there, shocked

blushing a tomato red

and it wasn’t until he put his bike away and went inside that he realized his little sister was watching

(though you didn’t know, he got teased relentlessly by her-)

overall, shy bean is a great kisser

and his kiss was messy, immature, and inexperienced. 

on your part, though

you were controlled

it was the perfect sense of controlled chaos and was just beautiful for the both of you.

(on another note, this one is probably my favorite one and idk why send help-)

Yamaguchi Tadashi

OK LEMME SAY THIS

shy bean is attracted to someone like yachi

(it’s canon, don’t @ me - he found her cute) 

someone shy, someone charming, someone intelligent

BUT

i would also suffice to say a lot more confident in their actions once they’re done

they won’t shy away from something they know that they can do, they’ll shy away from talking to people

AKA quiet when you first meet them, talkative when you know them

the kiss itself?

another volleyball game

this time, though, before the game starts

yamaguchi is panicking

like, borderline crying in the bathroom at an away game

you were waiting for him with the rest of his team.\

when time cuts really really close, though

that’s when daichi or suga ask you to go find him

luckily, you know what he does 

you were worried beforehand, but you didn’t know where he’d go 

it is an away game - where would he go? 

you were sure that he wasn’t aware of any really hidden areas

‘unless it was the bathroom before a game.’

“i’m going, i’ll get him to the game. go on ahead, you guys.”

the rest of the team went to the court to prep, 

you went to the men’s bathroom

you could hear crying coming from behind the door, extremely muffled

you still heard it, and you knew you just had to get in there and help him

it was only after you did a check of the hallway that you decided to jump in the restroom

safe to say, he heard the door opening and got quiet

when you were inside, you cleared your throat

“yamaguchi? it’s s/o, could you please come out?”

he sniffled and hesitantly got out of the stall he was hiding behind

(he only got out because he heard your voice)

with you being his rock, he just walked up to you and wiped his tears

likelihood? you’re shorter than him by a fair amount

so when you hug him, you let him cry into your hair 

you just stand there in silence for a period of time

but it takes you to break it

“yamaguchi, you’ve got this. your team believes in you, i believe in you.” 

he nods, and his tear stained face makes you want to cry and cuddle with him right then and there

reassure him of his abilities

boost his confidence

‘boost his confidence. that’s it.’

you knew how much he has wanted to get closer physically 

with him that translates to a kiss

your guys’ first kiss

so, on a whim

you pulled him down by the collar of his uniform 

and just kiss him

though the two of you are a little tense, you two do warm up 

the kiss is messy and inexperienced

it’s loving and a little long though

it is reassuring to yamaguchi, boosts his confidence A LOT 

(that’s the effect you have on him)

when he responds, you move your hands to cup his face

and he moves his hands to cup yours

you two definitely got caught in the moment

(it was magical, what else could you do, y’know?) 

there’s a catch, though

when the two of you pull away and actually let the atmosphere calm

you look around and realize

‘oh. we kissed in the boy’s bathroom. oh my god.’

the two of you burst into laughter at the thought, but

yamaguchi has a game to get to.

so you brought him out and to the team before heading to the bleachers.

yamaguchi was blushing when you did this, though

(he got teased to hell and back by the second and third years. RIP yamaguchi.)

to conclude,

his kiss is easily the most comforting thing to the both of you

it’s gentle, it’s sweet, and it’s also very calming

in yamaguchi’s opinion

100/10, please kiss him before games.

he needs it.

anxious bean loves your kisses from this point forward.

#tobiokageyama #kageyama #hinatashoyo #hinata #hinata x reader #kageyamaxreader #tadashiyamaguchi #yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[yikesharringrove]

🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I saw your prompt list and I was wondering if I could get a Harringrove fic during the holidays or such with #5 & #6 pretty please!! 💕

Hi! I’m such a big fan of your blog this is the best thing ever thank you for requesting!

5: “This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”

6: “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

This one gave me so many ideas, you have no clue. I may write a drabble based on another idea I had that was for a holiday, just a very specific one and Idk if it was what you were looking for lol.

I read one (1) fic when I first joined the harringrove trash heap where Steve mentioned being Jewish and that is now the hill I will die on.

Prompts! Request Stuff!

Ao3!

Billy stirred awake.

The sun was filtering softly through the window, the light had that beautiful cold quality it got in the early morning after a snowstorm. He lazily scrubbed a hand down his face, shifting his head over to be met with Steve staring at him, the blanket pulled up just under his nose.

“Morning, Baby.” Billy’s force was sleepy gruff. “How long you been awake?”

“Good morning, Bill. I have been watching you for like,” he looked at the clock on Billy’s nightstand. “An hour and a half.” Billy laughed, sliding his arms around Steve’s waist and pulling them together. Steve’s toes were cold.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep?” Steve started squirming, Billy just held him tighter.

“I can’t sleep more! We gotta get up right now!” Billy laughed as Steve thrashed around, effectively trapped in by Billy’s limbs. “Bill! Lemme go!” Steve whined. Billy conceded, hauling Steve on top of him before relaxing slightly.

“What’ve we got to do today?” It was Christmas morning. BIlly had told Steve he didn’t want to do anything big. When Billy’s mom was still around, they would set up nativity scenes, bake cookies, string garland around a small tree. She would take him to Midnight Mass, stroking his hair and singing along to the music to him.

Once his mom left, his dad boxed up their Christmas decor, ignoring the holiday until Susan and Max came around, then it was all about showering Max with toys and dresses and things she secretly hated.

It was Billy and Steve’s first Christmas together, living in a tiny apartment away from their fathers. And Billy just wanted to stay in bed all day until Steve had to get up in the evening to light the next candle and say a few prayers.

“Bill, no!” He pushed up on Billy’s chest, grinning like an idiot. “Santa came for you.” Billy furrowed his brows.

“‘Do you mean?” Steve launched himself out of bed, tugging on Billy’s sweatshirt from the floor over his boxers before taking off to the living room, shouting come see, Bill! over his shoulder. Billy laughed and followed suit, shoving on a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He slapped into the living room, stopping when he had seen what Steve had done.

There was a tree, a little one, strung with the lights that usually hung around the kitchen. Underneath were few gifts, wrapped in glittery red paper, big bows on top. There were two stockings on the wall, one red with puffy paint reading Billy, and one blue with the same white puff paint reading Steve. There were cookies and candy canes and chocolate coins, and Steve came out of the kitchen, toting two hot chocolates and a plate of latkas.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun.” Billy was speechless. He blinked rapidly, trying not to let any tears fall.

“Stevie, what did you-how-I mean. What is this?” Steve smiled at him.

“It’s our first Christmas together, Bill.”

Billy hugged Steve to him.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to do anything for Christmas, you don’t even celebrate it! This is-this it the opposite of what I told you to do.” Steve just squeezed him tighter.

“You told me about how special Christmas was when you were a kid, and I want you to have that again.” Billy sniffed, burying his face into Steve’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Stevie. Thank you.” He pulled back, Steve was beaming at him.

“Open your presents!” He settled back into the couch, sipping hot chocolate. Billy dragged the first box out, a medium-sized one filled with books, horrors that Billy hadn’t read straight from the used book store down the road. The second, flatter box had three records, ones Billy had mentioned to Steve that his mom loved, The Beatles’ White Album, Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours, and Strange Days, the only album by The Doors that Billy didn’t own for his record player. He gave Steve kisses between every gift, trying to snuggle up to him on the couch when he thought there were no more. Steve popped up, going to the red stocking and digging inside for a small box.

“You have one more gift.” Steve was shifting around, fidgeting with the sweatshirt and the ends of his hair. “So, I wanted you to have really special Christmas memories. I know with your mom it was always nice but she left and then with your dad it was always shitty for you, and this is our first Christmas together, and this is my first Christmas ever, and I just wanna remember it.” He took a deep breath. “Bill, you are the love of my fucking life. I’ve never felt like I do with you, like I could take on the entire world by myself, but I don’t have to because you’ll always be there to do it with me. You are the most important person to me, and I want to spend forever with you.”

Billy’s heart dropped to his ass. Steve was holding out the small box, sitting on one knee, his big eyes shining.

“Bill, I wanna marry you. I know we can’t, because, like, homophobia. But, it’s the thought that counts. I want you, forever.” Billy was openly crying now. He took the box from Steve, opening it to reveal a simple silver band. Billy slid it on his finger and looked back at Steve, whose shoulders were tense.

“Of fucking course. You’re it for me, Pretty Boy.” Steve threw himself into Billy’s lap, kissing all over his face. They spent the rest of the day together in bed, until Billy joined Steve lighting the fourth candle, listening to Steve’s prayer in soft Hebrew.

Their lives were intertwining, faith and love and hurt and joy and sadness mixing together.

#harringrove #harringrove fic #yikes writes #jewish steve harrington #catholic billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #I hope you like it jewish steve and catholic billy are some of my strognest headcanons #i know a lot of people write steve being THE MOST about christmas and i rlly love that #but idk jewish steve just REALLY speaks to me #harringrove prompts #harringrove prompt fill #prompt fill #prompt fic #harringrove prompt list #soft boys

[ashimakth]

Hangang drama club

Pairing: jk x reader, jimin x reader, hoseok x reader

Chapters: more to come

Genre: angst, fluff, maybe future smut idk yet💜

Author’s note: pardon my English. It’s my second language, which I taught myself by watching numerous American TV shows 😅

Summary:Your friendship was unique and healing. They were your guardians and you were their polar star. Everything was working out perfectly until they left you, roughly and abruptly, making you chase after them and the thin veil of memories they left behind. And it felt like a triple stab right into the chest - because you loved them all. No, not only that. You were in love with them.

Three years had gone and your heart hadn’t healed. You didn’t know why it all happened but deep down you guessed - you were never enough for them. There was no place for you in their new adult life. They just went back to how it was before they met you, and it was alright.

It was alright until you met them all again. And as they took their turns to attack your poor heart, you job was to keep it whole without parting it into three equal pieces leaving yourself with none at all.

CHAPTER 1

You hated it. The smell, lingering in the air after a rainy morning, gray skies and deep puddles on the streets. It was that time of the year again.

You anticipated this autumn with anxiety every time you looked at the calendar.

The 1st of September.

The day he left you three years prior. His birthday.

He must be having fun tonight. At some club in Itaewon, sitting in a circle of his new friends, surrounded by colourful beverages and young females, flashing their chests to attract his attention.

He was buff in school already, and you could only imagine how handsome he looked now, considering his utter love for sports and pulling weights.

Was he doing it for himself or for other girls? Had he always been like that?

Had he noticed how much you liked that from the very beginning? Was it the reason he pushed you away?

Shame filled up your chest again. There was no doubt it was you who fucked everything up. Not them, no, never them, it was only your fault. They had never been anything but incredibly kind, patient and sweet. They taught you what real friendship was. They showed you how messed up your perception of people was; they taught you how to trust.

Just as you lift your third glass of pure soju towards your sour lips, a bright giggle filled the small dining room of Korean restaurant you were drowning your sorrows in tonight.

A young man, who walked inside with a group of same aged friends, quickly took the nearest table, making you hold your breath.

Jimin.

His hair was light pink this time, the colour he always loved on himself the most. You would never confess stalking his social media at night, how you smiled bitterly every time he posted a new photo or story. He was as charming as always, brushing his soft hair back and licking his plump lips, just before he turned around to call for a waitress and noticed you.

His bright expression quickly faded away and you immediately regretted coming here tonight. You regretted wearing a stupid white hoodie and just a mascara. If only you knew you would bump into your first love after three years of not seeing him, you would have definitely bothered to put some effort into your appearance. But every September 1st sucked out all of your energy so much you couldnt even lift a finger. Except today, there was something odd in the air because you were here and not in your bed.

Just three meters away from him.

He took a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and it was really you, then turned back to his group of friends. Your heart sinked. It had been three years, two boyfriends and a couple of meaningless affairs, and you sincerely believed you were over them. Only September brought back the memories, but any other month of the year you felt almost completely positive that if you met one of them, you could keep a straight face.

Except the way he handled your encounter made you feel so rejected you wanted to leave the city and never, ever come back. Maybe you should have moved to Busan? Sunny weather, the sea, beautiful architecture. Calm and simple people. You loved simple things. Things that didn’t make you face complicated feelings.

‘Hi’.

His voice broke on the only word he uttered, and you knew you were totally fucked. The soft sound echoed in your ears and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating or seeing him in your sleep again before you realized it was really him.

You got distracted for a moment and he managed to slide into the seat opposite to you.

There was awkward silence as you stared at him, shocked by a sudden proximity. Was three years really enough to forget how he looked up close? Photos did him no justice, they could never capture the way his eyes sparkled under the lights or how adorable and hot his plump fingers were, framed by thick male rings. Did he still wear the one you gave him as a promise of always being on his side? From the look of it, no, he didn’t.

Jimin seemed nervous, but smiled nevertheless. That was what he always did whatever he felt on the inside - he smiled. Maybe you still knew him better that he knew himself…

'Do you… ’ He swallowed. 'Do you remember me? ’

You frowned. What did he mean? How could you not… remember him?

'We were… Um. Classmates. In high school. “ He chuckled, scratching behind his ear awkwardly. Your lack of answer increased his nervousness.

Classmates? What kind of nonsence was coming out of his mouth?

'Are you kidding me right now?’ You answered incredulously. 'What do you mean "do I remember you”? We literally spent every day of our last year at school together.’

The boy across from you visibly relaxed.

'Yeah, I know’ He breathed out. 'I’m sorry. It’s just… Some people preferred to erase me from their memory, so… I was just checking, sorry.’

'What do you mean?’ You asked, and by the way his expression changed you guessed he regretted saying the last part.

Jimin looked so lost that you wanted to kiss him. To stretch across the table, squish his cheeks and put your lips on his. To taste him again. You wanted to tell him that no matter what he said or did you would always have a place for his pretty soul in your heart, that there was no one like him on this planet but you knew it was unhealthy. Like your relationship with each one of them.

Unhealthy. Destructive. Wrong.

It was for the better that the circle ripped apart. It was better that way than seeing with your own eyes how their paths part ways with yours, how they get married and have kids, how they grow and become even more beautiful and more worthy men, while you just watch and silently desire. They could maintain their friendship without being madly jealous, but you couldn’t. And the idea proved itself when you met Jimin.

You would always want to own him if he was near, but you had no right to do so. He had never been yours, he wasn’t designed for it. He was meant for bigger and better things than your fucked up indecisive feelings.

Jimin looked at you not breaking eye contact and it made you think about how much he had changed. Not on the outside, really, he was still 50% cuteness and other 50% sexiness but the way he held himself despite being visibly shaken by your meeting showed that he definitely matured over the years. His posture, the way he spoke was calm and graceful, and not so chaotic like before. You wondered if you seemed different to him as well. Did he recognize Y/N he fed tokpokki after school in this same restaurant? Did he still think your eyes were pretty?

'Erm… What are you eating?’ He asked, trying to find something to change the subject, because, of course he knew what you were eating. It was right in front of him.

“Just… Meat. You?’ You took a small bite just to show him.

'Me too. We, I mean. My colleagues. From the store.’

'From Zara?’ You asked, trying to swallow the meat, but it stuck in your throat. God, you were shaking.

'Yeah.’ He smiled. 'Wait. How do you know I work there? ’

Shoot. Stalker caught red-handed.

'I saw you… ’ Don’t you dare tell him. Don’t. ’…when I was shopping. A couple of months ago. ’

Well, technically. You saw him. His. Photo. On his. Insta page. That you didn’t follow.

And you would never walk into that store, knowing he was there.

He beamed, eager to dig deeper, while you hoped he would drop the subject. 'Why didn’t you come up and say hi? I would’ve given you a discount.’ He winked. 'I’m the store’s manager. Which means I’m the boss. Well, almost.’ He giggled, his lips curving prettily. 'Technically there’s a senior manager above me, but she’s never around. So, I’m basically solving all the shit. But, please don’t say anything about it, lol, she’s right behind me’.

You giggled at his 'lol’, amused that he still used that word aloud in a sentence.

'I won’t. Don’t worry’. You smiled widely, and Jimin stared at your mouth for a split second, before averting his gaze somewhere to the side.

'Maybe… You want to join us? If you’re alone’. Jimin proposed. It seemed like he didn’t actually mean that and made the offer just out of politeness, judging by the way he fiddled with his fingers on the table. The boy was still looking everywhere but at you. What was he thinking about? What did he want? Why did he come sit here with you, smiling at you like that, melting your frozen heart? After disappearing from your life so abruptly, and leaving you all alone. You always considered him the most loyal out of all three. You supposed that at least Jimin, the boy with a heart of pure gold, would never break his promises.

When you thought that you still knew him the best, you were wrong. You couldn’t read him anymore.

'I don’t… Think I’ll be fun to spend time with tonight. Not really in the mood.’

'Why?’ Jimin finally met your gaze.

'It’s the day.’

He frowned. 'The day?’

'Yeah’.

'What do you mean?’

You didn’t want to answer. Did he really not remember? Three years ago on that same day Jungkook told you he didn’t ever want to see you again. That your friendship was over. That he didn’t see a future with you in his life. You cried, running after him, but he just left you there in Hangan park all alone. Not caring that you couldn’t keep up with him because your feet hurt in shoes a size too small. Not giving a single shit about you.

Your heart hurt, but you managed to squeeze out a, 'Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?’

Jimin frowned. 'Jungkook? I haven’t seen him in a while, actually. Why?’

You kept silent. He looked at you puzzled, catching your every movement as if trying to read you.

'Just… It’s his birthday. I thought you’d be with him, like always. And what do you mean you haven’t seen him in a while, did he go abroad or something?’ You were hundred percent positive they maintained their tight bond even after the four of you "split up” in 2017.

'Erm, no.’ Jimin chuckled bitterly and you finally saw another glimpse of an old version of him, incredibly soft for his best friend. 'We kinda… Decided to end things. And… God, it sounds like we dated or something’. He snorted.

'Well, it’s not far from the truth. There we dozens of girls practically begging for your attention, but the two of you always hid from them somewhere, hand in hand. I was so jealous at first’. You laughed.

'You were?’ Jimin looked at you strangely.

'Yeah… ’ You smiled, not noticing his gaze. Ornaments on the table seemed more interesting to you than his attentive eyes when you got so flustered. 'Sometimes I feel sad that our ways parted. I know, I know, people change, and I kinda expected that somewhere deep inside, but I’m not that… I’ve never been that important in the first place, joining you for a year and being an annoying bug, following you around while you and Kookie have known each other since Kindergarten. Connections like that can’t be ripped easily. You should call him, you know. Don’t be stubborn.’

The boy hesitated to answer. You didn’t look at him, so you couldn’t see what his face looked like.

Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, Jimin got really angry.

'How can you say that?!’

You looked up to see him staring at you intently.

'How… What?’

He brushed his hair back, shaking his head in disbelief, then smacked his palms on the table, earning a couple of anxious glances from the table to your right, where his colleagues sat at.

'Jimin, is everything okay?’ Some young man from the group asked him worriedly.

Jimin breathed audibly through the nose, heat running up his neck and covering his cheeks in splotches.

'You have no fucking idea.’ He whispered. 'How fucking hard it is sometimes. How hard it is still.’

You wanted to cry. He really scared you with this. The bitter taste in your mouth was a hint that you were going to weep pretty soon, and, seeing him so angry at you, so pissed off by only a sight of you, it made your fight-or-flight response kick in. You remembered his expression when he just saw you today, recalled the way he held himself too formal, smiling overpolitely - too distant and cold for the sweet and warm Jimin you knew before - always so understanding and ready to support your any idea no matter how stupid or wrong it was, and everything finally came into place.

It took three years and this encounter to dispel the illusion. They all despised you. Jungkook and Jimin. And maybe… Hobi did too?

It took no time grabbing your purse and storming out of the restaurant. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but even through the pain you gave it one last chance and stopped to listen.

You prayed to hear his voice calling after you. He always went after you whenever you were mad or upset. Your Jimin would never leave you alone in the dark. He would always care that you got home safe. He was always… On your side.

But there was none. Nothing. Only dead silence and sound of droplets hitting the ground. Cold rain masked your tear-stained cheeks, being your only guard in the night.

You really hoped that Jungkook was happy tonight. He was turning 21, and you hoped he wasn’t crying like you, all alone.

But, no matter how hard you tried to persuade yourself that you were a good person, you wanted him to cry. Before going to bed that night you imagined his heart being broken into million unmendable pieces just like he managed to break yours.

Have you ever imagined what your life would be like if you were opposite gender? Would things be easier if you were a boy?

Sometimes you remembered summer days at the beach, when all of your boys went swimming, while you sat there, toes buried in sand and eyes trained at the water, full of jealousy.

You couldn’t tell them you were on your period, because in your small circle the term didn’t exist. You were the only female, and you four never talked about it. Such topics were reserved for girly talks.

The two youngest were utterly oblivious when you lied about water being too cold for you for the third day in a row. Hoseok, on the other hand, retreated to the shore right after dipping only once.

He plopped on a towel next to you and wiggled a little until his thigh and arm were flush to yours. His skin was wet and cold but you felt his warm stare while he examined your face.

'Does it hurt?’

You looked at him frowning.

'Your stomach. I heard that it hurts when you bleed. Just wanted to tell you that if you need anything: painkillers, pads, tampons, just tell me. Okay? I’ll go get them for you.’

You kept silent. The very idea of discussing periods with Hoseok was awkward as hell. What had gotten into him? You never… Mentioned tampons and…pads.

Denying would have been stupid. So you just shrugged, 'Why? So suddenly. ’

He pressed closer, lowering his head so no one on the beach could overhear you. 'Because I don’t want you to feel lonely when you’re with us. I would be the worst friend if I let you go through this alone. I don’t want you to be ashamed of anything in front of me, and I hate the idea of any of you three feeling helpless and silently suffering.’

'Okay… ’ You whispered, shame still licking at your insides but with his sweet words it dissipated a little.

'Yeah?’ He smiled that sunshine smile of his, like you made him the happiest man alive just by being there with him, and you reciprocated.

'Mhm. I don’t want that either. You can tell me everything too. ’

He looked so content watching the seawaves there by your side. Was it even possible not to fall in love with this person eventually? His precisely graven side profile, his lean body, his sweet vanilla scent - everything about him was extremely enticing and you quickly got trapped into his net.

He was a beautiful creature and every time he was around, saying these warm words, looking at you like that, you melted. If you had to pick one you wanted to touch the most it would have definitely been Hoseok. You wanted to trace his nose and lips with pads of your fingers, to caress his cheeks and brush his hair all the way to the nape of his neck, feeling his softness, his silkness everywhere. There was something about his presence that intoxicated you to the state of dizziness. To the state of craziness, making you completely forget about any decency.

You prayed he didn’t know that.

But sometimes you suspected that Jungkook did.

Sometimes you caught him staring at you while you stared at his childhood friend, and it made you sick to the stomach. You were disgusted by yourself. What if Jungkook really knew what was going on in your brain?

But then you checked again and he was already busy with something else, yelling loudly or jumping around. Maybe you were just making that up because there just had been too much on your mind since you started to hang out with them? Everything was new to you: you had never been best friends with a boy before, not to mention three boys all at the same time; you had never went on a trip with boys only. You basically didn’t know much about how they functioned. Their thinking, their behaviour were subjects you yet needed to study.

At that time, when everything just started, you couldn’t even imagine falling in love with three people at the same time.

But, eventually, you did. Jimin first. Then Hobi. And lastly… Jungkook.

It was inevitable.

When you changed schools, Hoseok greeted you on your first day, accompanying you to your class. You were so nervous you didn’t even remember his name, not to mention his face. Feelings came later. Much later.

You didn’t fit in from the very start. Girls seemed to ignore you, having already established their small friendship circles and not bothering to welcome someone new, and boys were… Boys were just boys. You weren’t the type to approach them first. They usually broke your heart, so you got used to keeping your distance.

However, there was someone who couldn’t bear you looking all lonely and sad. Pity was his weakest point and it did him no good. Eventually, he saved you just like he used to save kittens and dogs, abandoned and wandering around the streets.

On the third day of you sitting all alone, someone put a packet of strawberry milk right in front of you on your desk. When you looked up at him you saw a young boy with kindest smile holding his both hands up in a greeting. He was wearing only white shirt with a blue tie, no jacket, and you immediately recognized him as the student who went to the blackboard far more often that anyone else in the class. He was an A student, you figured.

'Hi, Y/N! What’s up?’ He asked cheerfully, taking the seat in front of you and turning so he could see you properly.

You blinked at him a few times before he laughed, the sound and his charming smile speeding up your pulse. 'I’m Jimin. And this is my favourite milk, very good one. You should drink it.’

Your first impression of him, apart from him being extremely cute, was that you really liked his laugh. And he did laugh a lot, turning out to be a very giggly person.

Strangely enough, after that day you started to hang out during the breaks pretty regularly. It went by the same scenario every day: he plopped on the seat in front of you and started a mindless conversation about homework or that day’s menu at the canteen and you just listened, relaxing in his presence day by day. He seemed to notice the way you spoke up more because soon enough he exchanged seats with a boy in front of you by bribing him with a box of chocolate and, finally, started to be around you all the time.

He blended in with your everyday life in a spance of a week, making you feel as if he had always been there. He helped you with equations you couldn’t solve or lend you pens and pencils, being just at arm’s length whenever you needed something. He acted unobtrusively, respecting your personal boundaries and keeping your relationship formal, and you were grateful for that.

Apart from the lunchbreak, when students had to go down to the canteen to grab some food. You couldn’t bear sitting at the dinner table all alone without Jimin, who tended to misteriously disappear from his desk right after the bell, so you prepared your own food at home and ate it in class. Asking him to take you with him felt pretty intrusive, so you just stuck to doing that, and, considering that there was no one except you usually, you felt fine on your own, not questioning Jimin’s absence too deeply.

Two weeks went by like this: you met in class, hung out together, parting for lunch, then got together after it, and said goodbye when he left home first. That was until one time he forgot his umbrella on the desk and you ran after him only to be hit by a muscular chest right in the face.

Strong hands immediately gripped your shoulders, preventing you from falling, and you were pressed to him tightly as he tried to regain balance. He smelled like cherry and you found it endearing. The boy quickly moved away and let you go as if embarrassed for touching you in the first place.

That’s when you looked at him properly and immediately regretted it.

He was the most attractive boy you had ever seen. The type you were most scared of, because it was 'your’ type. He was your type.

The guy you would definitely notice in a crowd. Type of boyfriend you always dreamed of having.

With thick black hair, all tall and strong. Muscular to the extent of it being noticeable, but not too much. Handsome face, gracious posture and smelling like cherry. Smelling like a treat. Presenting your dirtiest fantasy to life.

'Hey, JK! I told you to wait! Don’t go the-’ You heard Jimin shouting right before he emerged from the corridor. 'Oh, Y/N…’

You had never seen Jimin’s friends before. And, by the way Jimin glanced between the two of you, you supposed he wasn’t really fond of the idea of you meeting one of them.

'Y/N?’ The tall boy uttered, boring into your eyes and making you blush. His attention gave you no pleasure as you shrinked underneath it and not in a good way.

'Jungkook. Let’s go.’ Jimin said firmly, grabbing his umbrella from your hand, whispering a soft 'thank you’ to you and pulling Jungkook away. 'See you tomorrow, okay?’ He offered apologetically as they both moved back into the hall.

You just stood there, staring blankly at their backs while they departed, Jungkook turning his head to look at you again and again while Jimin pushed him forward.

When they disappeared behind the ladder, you had to grab the doorframe not to sink to the floor. Your heart was racing like it was you who just ran there all the way from the first floor and not Jimin.

The next morning you met as usual: Jimin stepped into the empty classroom, arriving early just like you, and took his seat, flashing you a blinding smile before dropping his backpack on the floor. You really wanted to ask him about Jungkook, about who he was and if he would come again later so you could see him once more. And despite feeling utterly flustered just by thinking about being near him again, you couldn’t help but seek for his presence, his face not leaving your thoughts since the moment he touched you. You were undoubtedly interested.

However, every time you tried to start a conversation about Jungkook, Jimin suddenly changed the subject or quickly came up with some urgent business he had to take care of. Eventually, you decided to drop it, afraid of being too pushy and losing your only friendly face among the students.

Days went by, and bearing with school became much easier as you finally broke the ice with some of the classmates. Jimin looked pretty satisfied watching you interact with others as if his job was successfully done.

Among the excitement of being finally accepted by people you almost forgot about Jungkook and the seeds of feelings he planted in you.

That was until he decided to find you first.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #j hope x reader #jung hoseok x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin x you

[1heartsickfics]

hii lol i saw ur reply, so i wanna make the same request but with andrew and zyan :)

Here is the original request: hi, im new to ur page and idk much about ur characters but i was wondering if u could write Hazel and Nathan going to Hazels family dinner and Nathan eats a lot of the food he ends up full and burping and when everyone settles hes sitting on the bed rubbing his belly and burping and hazel comes in and feels bad so she helps him get the burps up and he puts his face in her neck while she tends to him and he burps on her neck

But since Nathan and Hazel don’t have good relationships with their family, now it’s Zayn and Andrew. And since Andrew can’t be touched when he’s sick, Zayn will have to be the sickee, so I guess they’re visiting Andrew’s family. 

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Zayn had screwed up. He hadn’t realized how full he was getting until he took his first bite of his slice of pie. Andrew’s mom’s cooking was just so good! So he’d had seconds. Even though he knew better. His stomach was too sensitive to handle a lot of rich food like this. 

But he didn’t want to be rude. So now he had to finish this stupid slice of pie. He wanted to enjoy it, apple pie was his favorite and it was really good! But he could feel all the food he’d eaten sitting heavy inside of him, his jeans pressing into his bloated stomach. 

“This is amazing, Carol!” he said, giving Andrew’s mom a smile as he shoved another forkful in his mouth, forcing himself to chew and swallow.

“Yeah it is, thanks mom,” Andrew echoed. 

“You boys are too sweet!” Carol beamed at them, clapping her hands together. Then Andrew’s sisters started talking about something they’d made for mother’s day. Zayn took this opportunity to tune out of the conversation and press a hand to his belly. Just as he’d suspected, it was huge, straining against his pants and pressing up against the button down he was wearing.

He rubbed his hand back and forth a few times, hoping no one could tell what he was doing. There were bubbles of gas rippling against his palm, threatening to rise up his throat. So he swallowed hard, fighting to keep them down. It was really starting to hurt though. 

“I’ll get the dishes,” Andrew’s sister Jaina said when they were all finished, gathering up the plates and taking them to the kitchen. Zayn had managed to finish his piece of pie. But now he needed to burp so bad, holding them in was making him feel kind of nauseous. 

“We’ll help her clean up mom, don’t worry about it,” one of his other sisters, Kayla, said. Max and Marley, the youngest siblings, stood up and followed her to the kitchen.

“Well thanks so much for dinner, it really was wonderful,” Zayn said politely.

“Of course, you boys are welcome any time,” she replied.

“Well, we’re kind of tired from the drive down, I think we’re just gonna go watch a movie and then hit the sack,” Andrew said, standing up from the table.

“Okay, the guest room is all ready for you,” Carol told them.

“Thank you,” Andrew said.

Zayn stood up from the table as well, sucking his stomach in as much as he could. It hurt more that way, but he didn’t want the bulge of his stomach against the buttons of his shirt to be noticeable, he knew he looked a mess. He followed Andrew down the stairs to the guest bedroom, cupping his lower belly with one hand as soon as they were out of sight. 

“You can go on in and get settled, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom,” Andrew said once they were in the basement.

Zayn nodded, continuing into the guest bedroom, where he gingerly sunk down onto the bed. The motion put pressure on his stomach, upsetting it further and ushering up a belch. He groaned under his breath, rubbing his hand across the span of his bloated belly, feeling the gas gurgling and groaning inside. He managed to rub out a few more burps, although he didn’t really feel any better.

“You not feeling good?” Andrew was suddenly standing in front of the door, watching him. Zayn felt his face flush, he hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Ate too much,” he shrugged sheepishly, his hand still resting on the swell of his stomach.

“You didn’t have to eat everything my mom gave you, she likes to feed people but you can tell her no. She wouldn’t have been mad,” Andrew sighed, giving him a sympathetic look as he sat down next to him.

“I know,” Zayn sighed, leaning against Andrew’s shoulder, another belch jolting up from his stomach.

“Aw sweetie,” Andrew pouted, reaching over to rest on hand on his fiancee’s bloated stomach. He could feel how upset it was. Zayn’s stomach was pretty sensitive, it didn’t do well with too much food or too heavy of food. 

“I’m an idiot,” Zayn sighed.

“No you’re not,” Andrew reprimanded. He unbuttoned Zayn’s shirt, giving his tummy some room to breathe, then unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans too, wincing at the painful red lines etched into the skin of his lower belly from where they’d been digging in.

“Oh god that feels better,” Zayn moaned, rubbing his hand across the bare stomach.

“Here, why don’t you change into some shorts, and then we can lay down and I’ll rub your tummy until you fall asleep?” Andrew said, leaning over to grab a pair of shorts out of Zayn’s suitcase. 

“I still need to burp,” Zayn said, his cheeks going red again.

“I know, I don’t care,” Andrew shrugged.

Zayn stood up slowly, kicking off his jeans and pulling the shorts on. Then he peeled the slightly damp dress shirt off, tossing it on top of his suitcase with the jeans. Then he carefully crawled onto the bed, laying down as slowly as he could, to avoid jostling his stomach. 

“Come here,” Andrew said, holding out his arms for Zayn to fall into. Zayn curled up to Andrew’s chest, sighing when his cool hands came to rest on his belly, which was hard and warm to the touch. His flat stomach was bloated out against the waistband of the shorts, even though they were slung low on his lips.

“Fuck,” Zayn moaned, arching his back to press his stomach against Andrew’s hand. He turned his face to press into the crook of Andrew’s neck as he let out a loud burp, hoping to muffle them enough that the family upstairs couldn’t hear it.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Andrew said, kissing Zayn’s forehead as he began to rub and knead Zayn’s full tummy, careful to be slow and gentle. He massaged the places where he felt air pockets bubbling beneath his hand, forcing more and more belches up from his fiancee. 

After a while, his tummy started to deflate slightly, and the burps got quieter and breathier. He was able to relax a little, sinking into Andrew’s arms, nuzzling against his neck sleepily. The last thought Zayn had before he fell asleep, was that he couldn’t wait to marry this man. 

#sick zayn #caretaker andrew #my ocs #oc story #ocs #tummy ache #overeating #full tummy #bloated tummy #burps #burping #tummy rubs #sickfic #illness #fluff #comfort #cute #belly

[cruddykawa]

Oikawa x Reader | Blind Date AU

this was in my drafts for like a hot minute bc when i read it i was like hmmm idk lol but i gave it some time and reread it and i like it lmfao just did some quit edits to it and i think its pretty good lol i didnt want it to be too weirdly specific and thats what i felt like were the initial issues w it

oikawa x reader

word count: 1346

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Your friend asked you for a huge favor, “Look! I know that you really hate these kinds of things, but I swear this guy is really cool! So many of my classmates in my department have a crush on the guy!”

You rolled your eyes, “Then why don’t you ask one of them to go on the blind date?”

“Because! I don’t know. I just think you’d really be a good match with him,” she started to mumble, “and it’s been awhile since you’ve been on a date. I don’t want your youth to wither away before your eyes.”

“It hasn’t been that long!” you scoffed at your friend.

Your friend crossed her arms, “It’s literally been two years since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend.”

“M-maybe I just don’t want a boyfriend.” You stuttered.

“Oh yeah,” your friend snorted, “because that just sounded so convincing.”

“I just think that if I were to fall in love or become interested in someone that we’d meet organically.” You sighed.

“And how has that been working out for you?” your friend laughed.

“Fine,” you groaned, “But if this date is terrible, you owe me lunch.”

“If it goes terrible, then I’ll buy you dinner too!” your friend grinned, “That’s how confident I am in this blind date!”

....

Days later, your friend sent you all his contact information and even a picture of him. You had to admit that when you saw him, you understood a little bit why so many people in your friend’s department had a crush on him.

After a couple of minutes of waiting at the station, you looked at your phone to check the time. It wasn’t too late to bail. He hadn’t arrived yet, so you could leave right now. You began to walk back inside the subway station when someone called out your name. You looked in the direction that it came from and saw your date. You awkwardly waved at him and cursed yourself for not leaving at least thirty seconds earlier. He jogged in your direction and showed you a bright smile. You felt your heart skip a beat. “I know your friend told you this already, but I’m Oikawa Tooru.”

You bowed and introduced yourself. He smiled, “Should we get going to our reservation?”

You nodded in response, and the two of you walked towards the restaurant. On the way there, you asked, “I know you and my friend are in the same department at school, but how did you two get to know each other?”

“We actually have known of each other for a while, but I guess we finally had a chance to talk to each other a couple months ago because of a group project!” he answered.

“I see.” You smiled, “So, then how did she convince you to go on this blind date?”

Oikawa grinned at you, “I asked her to set it up for me!”

Your cheeks turned red, and you awkwardly chuckled, “I hope I don’t disappoint you then.”

The two of you had reached the restaurant and were seated at a table near the window. Oikawa propped his chin on his hands and asked, “So, tell me about yourself.”

“How about you tell me about yourself first while I think of something to tell you?” You suggested.

“Well, I’m on the school’s volleyball team.” He replied, “I play setter!”

You thought for a moment on the little information you might have learned in high school and said, “They’re the ones that set up for the offense, right?”

Oikawa gave you peace sign, “Correct! You should come and watch some our games one day. Some people say I have hands made for setting.”

You laughed and looked at your own hands, “How would you know if you have good hands for setting?”

He gently grabbed your left hand and examined your fingers. Oikawa continued, “Well, it’s good if a setter has bigger hands or longer fingers. And looking at your hand, you have do have long fingers.”

You felt your hand heat up from his touch but joked, “Maybe I should have played volleyball then.”

Oikawa beamed, “I could teach you!”

“Maybe next time.” You laughed, trying to politely decline.  

Oikawa smirked, “Oh, so there’s gonna be a next time?”

Before you could answer, the waitress asked you for your order. You pulled your hand away and picked up the menu. After you gave her your order, Oikawa said, “Okay, I’ve told you a little bit about me. How about you?”

You smiled and cocked your head a bit, “Uhm, well I don’t know. Where should I start?”

Oikawa laughed, “Okay. How about we play 20 questions?”

You grinned at his suggestion, “Sounds interesting. Question 1?”

“Favorite color?” he started off.

“Turquoise.” You answered.

He raised his eyebrows, and you tilted your head confused at his response. He chuckled and then shook his head, “Favorite food?”

“Milk bread.” You nodded.

Oikawa raised his eyebrows again, but before you were able to ask what it was about, he already moved on, “Question three. Worst habit?”

“I have a tendency to really get obsessed with things that I’m interested in. Like I’ll pick doing whatever I’m into at that moment over sleep.” You replied.

Oikawa went slightly wide-eyed, and you laughed, “What? What is it? You’ve been making that face with each answer I’ve been giving you.”

“It’s just that all of our answers are pretty similar.” He smiled, “You didn’t stalk me or something before this date, right?”

You scoffed, “I’ve never even seen you before in real life before today!”

“In real life?” he asked.

“Our friend sent me a picture of your face to see what you looked like, but I swear that’s it!” you laughed, “Speaking of, what made you ask our friend to set us up on a date?”

Oikawa’s cheeks turned slightly red and said, “I thought I was asking the questions!”

“Now that sounds suspicious.��� You laughed, “I’ll get back to it later when you’ve finished the 15 other questions.”

“15?” he repeated, “I only asked three!”

You shook your head and grinned, “Nope! You just asked me two questions right now.”

Oikawa playfully sighed and leaned back on his chair, “Fine. Question 5…”

The two of you were walking on the street eating the ice cream you bought from an ice cream shop. You put a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth and said, “Okay. You have one question left, and before the game is completely over, let me ask you my one question.”

Oikawa licked his ice cream cone and said, “Shoot.”

You smiled, “Why did you ask my friend if she could set us up on a blind date?”

“I’d always seen you around campus. If I said that it was like love at first sight, would you believe me?” he answered.

You took a bite of your ice cream and tried to recall the day that happened, and you burst out laughing, “Nope! Give me the real reason.”

“I would just see you on campus more often than most people. You always have a smile on your face while walking to class or something. It made me curious to know what was going on in your head.” Oikawa looked at you and grinned, “I mean, it also helped that I think you’re pretty attractive. ”

You felt your cheeks turn red but scoffed, “Thanks, I guess.” 

“Anyways,” Oikawa changed the subject, “Time for the 20th question.”

He stepped in front of you and asked, “Would you go on another date with me after today?”

“ Well, let’s just sat that I’m glad I didn’t end up bailing on this date thirty seconds before you called my name.” You smirked, walking around him, leaving him behind.

A huge smile grew on Oikawa’s smile until he realized that you confessed to nearly bailing on this date. He yelled, “Wait! You were going to bail on this date?!”

“Sorry!” you sang, “Your 20 questions are up! I think we have to wait for next time.”

#Oikawa #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu oneshots #oikawa tooru #Aoba Johsai #seijoh #haikyuu

[not-another-fangirl74]

Sorry again (Taron Egerton x Reader, Ben Hardy x Reader platonic, Joe Mazzello x Reader platonic)

photo credit to  @richardmaddendaily 

A/N: Okay I did this based on a dream I had the other day, it didn't go how I imagine it but I did my best, I did this to satisfy my thirst of Taron since I watched Rocketman (if you haven't watched it you should go it's great) and mix it with my love for the borhap bois cause I'm that bitch who loves them all, sorry if I'm not making any sense it’s late at night here. 

PD: I was writing the pairing of this and almost write Ben Mazzello, is that a real mistake lol, I blame the lack of sleep, but srsly is that a mistake?

Warnings: cursing, idk

Summary: thanks to your bff you find yourself at the premiere of the movie you were waiting for a long time, you bump into someone twice through the evening, would it mean something? (I still suck at summarizing the story), it’s slow burn.

word count: 2592 (I think this is the longest one I’ve ever made)

You were entering to your apartment when you hear your phone ringing on your purse; your hands were full of groceries, mail packages and things from work so you run inside and put them all on the dining table. Finally being able to find your phone and see the dorky picture your friend has chosen for when he calls, smiling at the phone you answered-Ello mate whats up?-you said trying to exaggerate a British accent but clearly failing only making Ben laugh at you-please don’t talk like that ever again-he says- I’m good, how are you? Did you get my package?-you look over at the table you haven’t had time to see what was on the envelope-Y/N? Did you get it right? Cause I pay to ship it as soon as possible- uhh yes, I just got it, haven’t opened tho, I just came back from work-you said- Open it!!- he ordered and you could feel the excitement in his voice-okay calm down your ass-you said while tearing apart the envelope being careful to not break anything inside, you took the paper that was inside and start reading suddenly your hands start to shake- OMG!! Ben, seriously!!?- you couldn’t feel your legs with all the emotions running over your body so you took a sit on your sofa-yes it’s real I got you a ticket to the premiere of Rocketman on NY, I know how much you love Taron Egerton, and also know that Elton is one of your favorite musicians and I know you’ve been waiting for this movie-he explained- wait what? They are going to be there? Are you coming too? I don’t want to be alone there, I’ll manage to embarrass myself somehow,  I can’t do that-you said tripping over your words- first calm your ass down-he said repeating what you have told him earlier- second you always manage to embarrass yourself, you don’t need me there for you to do that-he said and you roll your eyes, deep down knowing it is, in fact, true- and I’m not going to be there but Rami is going and also Joe, so you will be fine- you know I don’t know Rami yet, how is that helpful-you tell him- come on you know him you have talked to him before-over the phone-you replied as a matter of fact- it’s the same, well then Joe will be there, can you please just buy something cute and go? The only time I want to do something nice for you and you don’t wanna go because you are afraid and I don’t know why- he said exasperated- okay okay I’ll talk to Joe-you said understanding how stupid was to worry about all that-thanks Ben-you said truly grateful- and it’s not the only nice thing you’ve done for me, don’t be silly- you said while remembering all the times that Ben been there for you they weren’t a few, he’s been on your worst and now in your better times and your growing career- you’ve been always there for me and that’s enough Benny-you told him- I know, you’ve been there for me too that’s why I wanted to do this and I want you to go there and have a great time-Ben says- I will, thanks Ben-Okay, you better, I have to go now the premiere is in 2 days, love you bye!-take care, love ya too- you replied as you hang up- Shit!!-you said out loud, quickly you text Joe to arrange everything by the time you were done texting you decide it was better to call it a night and go to sleep.

The day came sooner than expected, it was getting dark outside and it was time to get ready so you start by taking a shower you wanted to treat yourself so you spend your time washing your hair and massaging it, you rub all your body with that mango scrub you bought at lush, rinsing it all off, you got out of the bathroom, dry yourself with the towel and proceed to moisturize all your body then you started to get dressed, you put the black jumpsuit that you bought for the occasion combined with a colorful jacket inspired by Elton John, obviously, you wanted to have that 70's vibe and high heels to go with all, after that you did your makeup, natural so it won't be too much (besides you were sure you were going to cry with the movie) you were ready just as you hear the doorbell, knowing it was Joe you took your purse and met him at the door-Hi Joe!!- you greet and giving him a quick hug-Hi Y/N, wow you look good-he says giving you a better look-you look great too Joey- you tell him grinning- now let’s go-you took his arm and drag him out of the apartment- no, but seriously you look good, trying to impress someone at the theatre?-he ask wiggling his eyebrows at you- I can’t believe that Ben told you!-you answered rolling your eyes annoyed at your friend-I’m going to kill him!!-come on!! it’s cute that you have a crush on Taron-he put his arm around your shoulder-no it’s not-you laugh and stop in front of a car- wow, we are going on that?- you said surprised because it was a brand new car- yep and we have our own driver for the night so we can get as drunk as we want-inside of the car- drunk? why would we get drunk at a movie theatre?-you asked- not at the theatre but at the after party-your were still confused by what he just told you- Ben didn’t tell you? well, it doesn’t matter now, we are going to have so much fun-he beamed over excited.

The car finally stops at the venue, the driver opens the door for you to get out, Joe got out first and he helped you after, looking around you notice a red carpet and suddenly people start screaming names accompanied by the clicks of their cameras, you froze in your spot and look at Joe panic written all over your face, you weren’t prepared to walk down that- Joe, please tell me we don’t have to walk that-you said- I think it’s the only way in, don't worry we can go fast and far from the light spot- he says looking down at you- I don’t think they want me, it’s not my movie so we’ll be fine-he added- okay.- you two start to walk through the carpet you were not even halfway when you hear they were screaming Joe’s name, so you look at Joe- hey, you can go I’ll be fine they want some pics and ask you questions-you told him-you sure?-yeah I’ll just go inside- you said- okay see you inside- Joe said and walk over to the reporter, you continued your walk as you got close to the entry you hear Taron and Richard's names being called, turning around you see them walking and pose in front of the cameras, you feel your body squirming over excitement and before you could make a fool of yourself and do anything stupid like scream at them you got inside the theatre, you try to calm down your breathing it wasn’t the time for you to go full fangirl mode, when you were sure that you are okay you make your way to sit on a sofa that is on the hall to wait for Joe, you were so close when someone bumps into you almost making you fall-oh shit, I’m sorry- you hear a male voice-you turn around and see Taron-oh, uhm don’t worry-you said quickly- sure you are okay? sorry I wasn’t looking- you look at him, you couldn’t get over of how good he looked or how beautiful his accent was, he put his hand on your shoulder and you see his lips were moving but you didn’t hear any of it, you snap back from your trance-yeah, sorry I wasn’t looking either it’s fine-you give him a weak smile and he returned it- I...I like your jacket- he tells you- you look at your jacket- thanks, It was inspired by Elton-you smile more confident- I like yours too, just like his-he turned around showing off his jacket-thank you very much- Taron!!- you hear someone calling him- well, I have to go now, see you after the movie…?- he pauses so you can give him your name-Y/N-you answered-Y/N- he repeats- Beautiful name-you feel your face burning with the heat you were feeling at the moment- I’m Taron by the way- he says and then walk over the man who was calling- believe me I now-you mumbled under your breath- Y/N!!!-you hear Joe calling, you spot him approaching you with another man- Hey finally found you, this is Rami- he introduce you two- hey nice to meet you-he says giving you a handshake- yeah we met at last-you smile remembering the times you talk with all of the boys over the phone.

After a small talk, all of you get to your seats and wait for the movie to start, looking around you were able to see a few famous people and you couldn’t believe you were that close to them, you set your eyes on Taron and as if he could feel you looking he looks right back at you and flash you a smile, smiling you turn your attention back to the conversation with Joe till the light dims and the movie begins.

two hours later the movie was over and you couldn't believe how good it was, the music was perfect, the singing was perfect, it was really sad that you cried a couple of times but it was totally worth it. Now you were on your way to the after party with the boys getting inside of the building a waitress gave you a glass of champagne that you gladly accept.

All the people were mingling and talking, you were fine with it some people approach Joe and Rami to talk about projects or their lives you didn’t know most of them so you stayed there quietly, you get bored of this girl who wouldn't stop talking about herself so you excuse yourself and told Joe that you need to go to the bathroom, you asked one of the waiters where is the bathroom and you made your way there, it was on the other side of the floor and there were a lot of people on the way, trying to not to bump with no one you walk there and  almost successfully dodge everyone till you accidentally bump into someone making him spill a little bit of his drink on you- shit I’m sorry-you both said at the same time-hi again- Taron says smiling down at you, you both stayed frozen in the same spot looking at each other-shit, sorry for that- he points to where he had spilled the drink- let me get you a napkin- he took your hand and walks you to the kitchen, well this is embarrassing you think to yourself, he got a towel and starts to dry your front-hey, I think I got it- you took the towel and dry your boobs-oh, mhm sorry I didn’t mean to..-it’s okay Taron-you smile as you notice him getting nervous- well I think it’s not getting better than this-you handed him back the towel-Sorry again-stop saying your sorry it was an accident and I’m pretty sure it was my fault for running- why were you running?-he questions-I was with my friends, they were talking to other people and I don’t know any them so I got bored, so I was on my way to the restroom till someone spill his drink all over my boobs, what an idiot- you said teasing him-I’m sure he is an ass-he says-yeah-you added, both of you laugh- I’m glad we bumped into each other again, I was also getting bored-he says with his back pressed to the wall-come on!! this is your night you should be having fun-you said not believing him- I mean I suppose to but all these people I don’t know, it’s too much and they all repeat the same questions again and again, it gets boring-...I get it- you agreed and squeeze his hand reassuringly but before you notice what you were doing he squeeze your hand back, you felt a wave of butterflies on your stomach, you took your hand back lingering on the tingling sensation you felt-your hand is big-you added, and you mentally slap your face why did you say that? he laughs at the randomness of what you just said- well you know what they said when a man has big hands-he teasingly stares at you, and you are sure your face is red-shut up!!-what!? you bring that up not me-you both laugh again and start talking about the movie then he asked you about your life and the things you like to do, finding out you have a lot in common the conversation went on easily after that it felt really nice getting to know him a little, after all the time you followed his movies, and knowing the real person behind. He seemed interested in getting to know you too so you weren't imagining this moment, the kitchen was getting a little bit crowded so you go outside and he guide you till finally, he found a balcony, there were a few people and could still hear the music coming from inside so you continued your talk, the sound of a popular song interrupts your talking and with a wave of confidence you took his hand and start dancing he followed you and boy, he knows how to move, so you dance to a couple of songs giggling as he turns you around for the second time in a row you felt your phone vibrating on your pocket killing the mood you excuse yourself and answered- Hi-you said still over the moon- Y/N where are you? we’ve been looking for you- Rami?-you asked you were sure it was Joe’s number-yeah we’ve got a situation, Joe is a bit too drunk so I think it's better to call it a night-not again-you said-sorry darling- rami says- okay I’m coming-you hung up- I’ve got to go- you sadly said to Taron-oh, okay then-you get a little close to him a gave him a peck on his cheek- I had a great night Taron, goodnight- you were walking inside again when you hear him calling your name you turn around to look at him as you do you two bump into each other again-okay, we need to stop this-he said and you both laugh- what?- you asked after that- Do you maybe want to go out tomorrow?-he nervously asked you- okay, give me your phone-he gave you his phone and you save your number-there-okay, I’ll text you.

On the ride back at home Joe was mumbling about how he didn't want to left the party because he was having too much fun, he told you and Rami were party poopers you just giggled at his drunken state and told him to he is going to regret all his drinking tomorrow he just keeps complaining about how boring you were till you felt your phone vibrating, it was a message from an unknown number- I had a great night too, night Love T…-you smiled at your phone, looking out of the window you felt like a teenager again.

#Rocketman #rocketmanmovie #taron egerton #taron egerton imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #joe mazzello #joe mazzello imagine #taron x reader #elton john movie #borhap cast #borhap imagine #taron egerton x reader #Imagine #Fanfic #richard madden #richard maden imagine #kingsman #eggsy unwin #eggsy x reader #robin hood

[creampuffqueen]

chase the sky into the ocean

Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to the newest episode of ‘what cream is doing instead of sleeping’!

Anyway, I am here now with some little short stories about my Gen 2 characters from ToG and ACOTAR. This little one features a teenage Lyria and Folas.

The title lyrics are from the song Something Wild by Lindsey Sterling and Andrew McMahon, and the chapter lyrics are from the song Kids Again by Artist vs Poet.

Read on Ao3 Here! (Idk why you’d want to, it’s just one chapter lol)

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just like we were kids-

But still we laugh, we cry, we fall, we get high

Just like we were kids, just like we were kids

And when I, I'm feeling small you get me through it all

Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again

“Folas. Psst. Folas.”

Folas Lochan, fifteen years old, heir to the city of Perranth, shot straight up in his bed, dark hair a mess.

The boy glanced around frantically for a moment, before his ears picked up on the soft giggles from the foot of his bed.

Princess Lyria Galathynius stood before him, in all of her golden glory. She was wearing a simple tunic and leggings, and her hair was unadorned, instead braided simply down her back.

“Lyria,” He hissed, “What in the gods’ name are you doing in my room? It’s- it’s not even light outside yet.” Because the only light that illuminated the suite was candlelight, fires summoned by the princess herself.

“It’s nearly dawn, for your information. Hurry up and get dressed; I have a surprise for you.” Her smirk was big and slightly devious, yet Folas trusted her completely. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Lyria politely turned around while he rooted around for some clothes, idily flicking her braid back and forth while she waited. Folas tugged on a tunic and pants of his own, and had hardly finished buckling his belt when Lyria turned back and grabbed his arm.

“Where are we going?” He asked cautiously. Lyria creaked the door open slightly, looked back and forth, then dragged him out of his room and into a small alcove down the hall.

“Don’t worry about that.” She murmured. “Right now, mind getting out of here unnoticed. If we’re careful, the guards won’t even know we’re gone.”

He muttered, “Curiouser and curiouser,” before she roughly grabbed him again and dashed down the hall, her trained Fae feet making almost no noise. 

They made it to the end of the hall with no incident, and kept going. In all his fifteen years frequenting the Orynth palace, he’d never known so many places to hide. He’d be wonderful at hide-and-seek, when his brothers inevitably wanted to play it.

Lyria managed to sneak them through the entire palace without being discovered, making Folas wonder how long she’d been planning this. 

They made their way out back, and were finally able to walk freely. There were guards outside, yes, but significantly less than inside the castle itself. So few, that the pair was able to walk side by side again.

Lyria led him to the stables, where it was pitch black inside. The princess lit a small flame in the palm of her hand, the fire illuminating her smile.

“I promise it’s not going to burn. I won’t risk the poor horses like that.” She walked confidently down the rows of stalls, the flickering flame in her hand the only indication of where she was.

She stopped in front of one stall, where, from Folas’s limited perspective, a lovely brown mare stood.

Lyria glanced around for a moment, before she found a torch in a socket in the wall. She flicked her hand, and fire roared to life on it. The princess used the light to see as she opened the stall and let the horse out.

Folas watched on in silence as Lyria saddled the mare, like she’d done it a million times before. She was mesmerizing, the way she moved to confidently, so sure of herself. She could have been doing everything wrong and yet Folas would have been convinced she knew exactly what she was doing.

“This is Whiskey. She’s my favorite. You can choose any horse in here, they’re all docile.” Lyria stroked the mare’s nose as she talked, then lifted her hand and pointed to a stall a few over.

“But if I were you, I’d choose Miah. He’s gentle, he won’t throw you off.”

Folas heeded her advice, choosing a light gray stallion. He saddled him up, slightly less confidently than Lyria had, then led the horse over.

“Care to explain why we’re taking off in the middle of the night on horseback, Princess?” He queried. Lyria rolled her eyes.

“Calm yourself. You’ll find out in due course. Just know, I think you’ll love it.”

They led the horses outside and mounted them. Sure enough, the stallion was as gentle as could be. Lyria stroked Whiskey’s dark mane, then shot him a devilish grin, and took off at a gallop. Folas wasted no time in following.

The darkness of the sky was fading slowly, the sky lightening from a deep purple-blue to a pale periwinkle. The horses’ hooves thundered, even on the ground that was still wet with dew.

The Oakwald forest rose up to meet them, gnarled trees, centuries old, blocking out the light all around them. He would have been lost if it wasn’t for Lyria, and the way she seemed to be a living flame. Embers trailed after her, and fire seemed to dance in her golden hair.

The horses appeared to know the route well, and had no problem following a worn deer-trail. They leaped over fallen logs with ease and dodged young saplings that sprouted in the way, and didn’t once slow to nibble at the tantalizing green grass.

The rising sun pierced through the branches of the forest, and Lyria beamed at the light. Her smile was contagious, and even in his confusion, Folas’s lips twitched in the beginning of a grin.

After a few more minutes of silence, Lyria suddenly pulled her mount to a stop. Miah stopped behind her, dipping his gray head to some leaves on the sides of the path.

“We’re going off trail.” Lyria declared. Before Folas could say anything, the princess had spurred Whiskey forward, into the thick underbrush. There was a small, hardly noticeable path, as if a deer or another creature had only recently been through.

Folas’s horse followed with no complaint, walking through the forest at a leisurely pace. Fresh sun spilled down between the branches, illuminating the once-dark woods. 

“I know where we’re going.” Lyria chattered. “And you’re going to love it.”

“I’m sure I will.” He assured her. The princess looked over her shoulder and beamed at him, flushed cheeks crinkling. 

The scents of the forest seemed to awake with the sun, the pungent odor of the woods and animals and flowers combining in a dizzying swirl as Folas breathed in. Ahead of him, Lyria took a deep breath, and smiled broadly.

The small, hardly worn path soon led to what Folas knew was their destination: a large clearing full of flowers. The floral scent was nearly overwhelming, but Lyria seemed to take it all in her stride.

Both horses made their way into the grove, and the princess dismounted easily. Folas gave Miah’s mane a stroke before slipping off himself. Lyria glanced back at him, then gently took Whiskey’s reins and led her into the clearing.

Folas did the same, and kept following the princess. They arrived upon a small pond, not very wide in diameter, but deep enough he couldn’t see the bottom. The water was fairly clear, and the sun reflected off it in a shimmering array of colors.

The horses moved to drink from the pond, and Lyria took Folas’s elbow. She led them to the edge of the clearing, and she sat and leaned against a tree. Folas did the same, taking in the lovely landscape as he did so.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered. It felt almost taboo to speak, to disturb the serenity of the place. So he whispered instead. 

“I’m not able to go here often.” Lyria murmured. Like she felt the same way about the loud noises. “I’m so busy, you know. Sam and I discovered the place when we were younger, and we got lost while exploring the forest. Our father found us, but we decided we didn’t want anyone to know about this place. Except, Sam doesn’t come here often, either. So I wanted a person to share it with.”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes, like she was afraid that he’d say something bad. But… he wouldn’t. Lyria never seemed like anything but confident in herself, and was odd seeing her so vulnerable.

“Thank you.” He said. “I mean it. Thank you for sharing this with me.” The sun rose further overhead, though it was still early morning. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he’d woken up in his bed at dawn, though it couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours.

Lyria’s smile returned, and she stood, dragging him up as she did so. She strode towards the pond, to where the horses had stopped drinking and were now grazing at the plants on its banks.

“I’m swimming.” Lyria declared. Folas cocked his head curiously, and she smirked. The princess shucked off her shirt, and he nearly choked. Folas turned around, feeling heat rise in his face. Lyria giggled behind him.

“You can turn around now.” He did so, and the princess, only in her undergarments, took a running leap, and landed with a massive splash in the pond.

Folas sputtered as freezing cold water washed over him. When he opened his eyes again, Lyria was bobbing in the pond, her golden hair sodden. 

He playfully growled, “I’ll get you for that.” Then he ripped off his own clothes and jumped into the water. Lyria squealed, swimming away with large strokes.

The water was frigid, despite the fact it was early summer in Terrasen. The cold sucked all the air out his lungs, but he was determined. He paddled after the princess, making sure the water splashed her as he did so. 

Lyria laughed and swam away, green eyes sparkling. Folas reached out for her, managing to grab one of her ankles and pull her towards him. The princess shrieked playfully and tried to get away, but he held tight and dragged her over. 

When she was close enough, he let go for a split second, declared, “Hold your breath!” and shoved her under the water.

Lyria came up again a few seconds later, gasping in fake horror. “You bastard!” She shouted, pushing down his shoulders so he went under, too.

Folas swam to the surface, and shook his dark hair out like a wet dog, earning more squeals from the princess. She splashed him back, and soon the pair were in an all-out water battle.

They swam after each other and pushed them under for a few seconds, being careful enough that no one was injured. They splashed and splattered water on each other, and at one point they had a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest. Lyria won, though Folas insisted she cheated. (He had no proof, of course).

When they finally flopped down onto the banks, breathing hard yet unable to contain their smiles, the sun was well up.

“We should head back.” Folas suggested. Lyria groaned, but pulled herself up and went to fetch her clothes. The horses, startled by the splashing, had moved their grazing to the edge of the clearing. 

Folas stood up as well, and was headed to his discarded pants, when a flash of white caught his attention.

His breath caught in his throat. No- it couldn’t be. “Lyria.” He hissed.

The princess turned around, opening her mouth to speak, but her words seemed to freeze in her mouth.

A pure white stag stood right outside the clearing, its snowy fur nearly obscured by the thick trees. However, it was still completely visible to the two teenagers. As was the lick of flame that burned between its antlers.

Lyria came to her senses first, going into a deep curtsy, despite the fact she was only in her soaking wet undergarments. Folas quickly followed suit, bowing deeply. 

He took a small glance up at the stag. It seemed to dip its head back at him, a twinkling in its dark eyes. It held his gaze for a moment, before turning away and bounding off.

“I’ve never seen one before.” Lyria said softly, after the stag was no longer visible. Folas nodded absently, finishing his task of getting dressed again.

He turned back to the princess, who was dressed as well, and was heading for the horses. He followed her, as he always did, though his mind was elsewhere.

The stag- it had seemed to bow back to him. Yet it did nothing to Lyria, who was a proper princess and heir to the throne of Terrasen. He wondered if he’d imagined it.

The princess in question tutted impatiently at him, snapping him out of his stupor. He smiled at her, at her green eyes and golden hair that stuck to her back. 

“Let’s go home.”

#throne of glass #tog #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #gen 2 #sarah j maas #rowaelin #elorcan #lysaedion #manorian #chaorene #nestaq #feysand #nessian #elriel #kids #teenagers #lord of the north #generation 2 #tog generation 2 #tog gen 2

[treasureboys]

boyfriend! hyunsuk

who?: yg treasure box’s choi hyunsuk genre: ☀️ type: bullet point

treasure map

bf! AU 

very soft, he’s a major squish try and change my mind bitch

a/n: hyunsuk has this soft-loud energy and I think that is truly precious

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners this is purely a work of fiction DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

~ *＊✿❀ how you met ❀✿＊*

you met hyunsuk through mutual friends

...sort of 

it was the night of your friend’s birthday party 

you had to come over earlier bc her sister was stressing over the cake 

she collected the wrong cake 

“happy birthday hyunsuk!” was beautifully written in red frosting over the strawberry shortcake 

nice 

“Jennie cannot!! find out about this!” Chaeyoung shrieked, smacking the cake box lid . “I’m calling the bakery right now. Make sure she doesn’t enter this kitchen!” 

luckily, Jennie was tucked away in her bedroom, getting ready for the big night 

you reentered the kitchen as chaeyoung hung up 

“what did they say?” you asked 

She only sighed

“they have our cake and they need the other one back. But we need to hurry because the other cake is scheduled to be collected in an hour.” 

a-an hour? 

the bakery was 45 minutes away from the house! 

“I’ll get the cake. Stay here and keep Jennie occupied. It won’t be suspicious when I arrive later,” you voiced out. 

so you grabbed the cake box, flagged a taxi and sped to the bakery 

I wonder who this Hyunsuk guy is though...

I feel kind of bad for taking his cake 

you had to hug the box super tightly lest it flew around the backseat and self-destructed 

sorry if I ruined your cake, Hyunsuk

you managed to rush into the bakery just slightly under an hour

as you expected there was a young man leaning over the counter to talk to the staff 

he seemed quite irritated and frustrated 

“what do you mean you can’t find the cake? I called two hours ago to confirm my collection,” he hissed, completely exasperated

hyunsuk? 

quietly, you turned the cake over to another staff member

“We’re sorry sir, there seems to be a mix-up-oh! Excuse me for a minute.” 

the staff disappeared behind double doors 

“H-hey, you must be here for...hyunsuk.” 

damn b u gon shoot ur shot here 

the boy’s eyes widen but he nods 

“Yeah, do you know what happened to my cake?” 

so you fill him in

his reactions are to die for

“omg sis they did that? wtf spill more tea, pop off!”

he reminds me of a tea aunt lowkey

“My name’s Yedam, by the way.” 

eventually, the staff came back with the correct cakes 

“hey, you should come to the party tonight if you could,” yedam says warmly. “I’m sure Hyunsuk would like you.” 

“maybe,” your reply is short and uncertain 

but you leave with Yedam’s number and the address in your phone 

Jennie’s bday party is a success :D

no one mentioned the whole cake situation

Jisoo and Lisa encourage you to hit Hyunsuk’s party up 

“It really isn’t that far away! Just two bus stops! C’mon, I think it’ll be cool!” Jisoo cried out, beaming. 

at first, you opposed the idea but a 1am Uber ride with the girls changed your mind 

Hyunsuk’s party was still pretty happening 

*knock knock* 

“___! So glad you could make it!” Yedam smiled broadly. “I’ll take you to meet Hyunsuk!” 

You could barely hear him over the noise. “Wonderful!”

Giggling, Yedam whisked you through the crowd and into what seemed like a living room 

“Say hello to the birthday boy!” 

With golden curls and a smile that reached his eyes, Hyunsuk was the definition of charming.

He grinned and waved calmly 

Starstruck, you could only return the wave, a hot blush sweeping across your face 

You ended up sitting next to him on the sofa after Yedam insisted Byounggon move one seat down

“Hi, I’m Choi Hyunsuk.” 

*＊✿❀ kisses ❀✿＊*

wow kissing,,, something I have 0 experience in 

anyway! Hyunsuk’s kind of a goofy, cheerful, laid back ? guy 

so kissing is a normal thing 

probably gives more ‘fleeting’ and ‘quick’ pecks to leave you wanting more

dramatic about them 

“that’s enough for today!” 

he would 100% still be shy internally 

enough to keep you happy but too little to stop you from missing them 

would totally give you a cheesy goodnight kiss ugh his mind 

first kiss? Kind of spontaneous 

It was a chill day, he invited you over to hang out after school or whatever 

Just a day to relax and be with each other 

And someone decided it would be fun to use an app that randomised cute couple activities to do 

you didn’t think much of it since it was just for fun and games 

but things were starting to get intense in staring contest pt.2

you didn’t mind looking into his sparkling orbs 

brain: press his buttons 

you: send a playful wink his way ;) 

hyunsuk pressed his lips together before moving his face closer to yours 

“c-can I kiss you?” he stammered out, the nerves getting the better of him 

you were sTUNNED

LITERALLY SPEECHLESS 

IT WAS SO IMPROMPTU AND UNEXPECTED

so all you could do was close the remaining space by placing your lips on his 

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

UWU BITCH

AHHHDJSJSJDDB

quite a cute first kiss i must say :)) 

hyunsuk wouldn’t shy away from pda 

would still blush a lot 

he would even make out with you but only if you were comfortable 

And if he felt particularly brave that day 

really! likes! to! kiss! your! nose! 

and boop it 

wow why did this occur to me where am i getting this from 

He could also be big on putting his arm around your shoulders 

just a thought ;) 

*＊✿❀ dates *＊✿❀

dates with him are probably laid back too 

he’ll probably be down with anything you’re down to do to 

but he would like to introduce you to his world too 

maybe you’d take a dance class together 

or just chill in the studio 

or listen and work on verses 

boy would write rap verses for you 

Idk he strikes me as a person who would enjoy your company regardless if you’re there to do anything 

Once in a while, when he gets out from yg basement you guys would go on full-day dates 

just the whole day together 

you and him 

picnic! dates 

and 11/10 he would forget something, like a picnic mat or cutlery 

even if things don’t go as planned, he would be innovative and find alternatives 

or just act like he meant to do that lol 

would get a little sulky once dates had to end 

“but I don’t wanna goooo. :(“ 

texts a! lot!

Likes to send u memes 

ur like his bff 

facetimes until 5am if he gets the chance to 

chuckles and talks a lot 

LoUD 

can get pretty deep and serious 

He wants to be real and transparent with you 

gets more and more comfortable with you all the time 

:”) 

first date? he suggested going to a night market and stuffing your faces 

I’m gg to say you guys were close friends even before starting to date 

well, it rained that night 

he got flustered and upset at first 

but that never dampened your spirits! 

let you use his jacket as an umbrella 

did the boyfriend thing with that

still bought street food 

still ate street food 

still fed you street food 

bonus! yall sought shelter in a covered noodle stand and ended having a second dinner waiting for the rain to stop 

which meant more time spent together!! 

in fact, you didn’t even realise when the rain stopped 

but y’all bought celebratory ice cream right after 

he walked you back home and you waited until his taxi came before heading inside 

you even gave him a goodnight kiss on the cheek 

and his ears got all red and he became bashful 

“g-good...night!”

asked the taxi driver to blast the AC because he could not! stop blushing lmao 

acted all smug abt it later 

“so,,, about that kiss...”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hyunsuk’s a whole squish and softie 

also a full-course meal when he wants to be 

a hella wholesome boyfriend 

#yg treasure box #yg treasure box scenarios #ygtb scenarios #choi hyunsuk

[aliensforleaders]

Tell Me Again Tomorrow: Part 2

Pairing: Rami Malek x Female Reader

Summary: The reader lives in LA and her friend Alisha begs her to go to a party for the weekend at the beach. She really doesn’t want to go, but Alisha convinces her and she meets a captivating man.

Warnings: some swearing and so much fluff ugh he’s so sweet.

A/N: Okay so I’m gaining confidence with this series. Also I have never actually been to the place that is mentioned at the end (no spoilers) but I went on the website and did my best. If you want to read part one I’m tagging this as (tell me again tomorrow fic) because I have no idea how to link it lmao..Enjoy!

I woke up the next morning feeling more energized than usual. It took a second for me to remember Rami, but only a second. A smile spread across my face as I rubbed my eyes. I rolled over in the big fluffy white bed I had all to myself and saw that Alisha’s head was partially hanging off the bed. She must have had the spins last night. She was very drunk when I found her and passed out before her head hit the pillow, literally.

I grabbed my phone on the side table. 7:43 AM and one text message. It was from an unknown number, but I knew who it was.

Rami: hey it’s Rami from yesterday. I know it’s super early but I woke up thinking about you and idk maybe we could get breakfast?

I smiled so big and threw my phone down on my chest, trying to refrain from squealing. I loved that he was up early and already thinking about me. We were too enveloped in each other to drink too much last night, so we escaped the hangover that seemed to wash over the whole hotel.

You: oh yes I remember. I would love to get breakfast with you:) just have to get ready…and check if Alisha is still breathing lol

I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to start getting ready. As I brushed my teeth I let my mind wander. I wonder what Rami sounds like in the morning. Or what he looks like when he brushes his teeth. Or what he thought of when he thought of me this morning. But then I stopped myself and pushed those thoughts away. I pushed them away because this is what I did before I started dating my ex. This is what I do.

The second I meet someone that I really like my mind goes crazy and if I let it go far enough I start visualizing what our wedding would be like on the second date. I don’t love many, but I love few too easily and very deeply. It’s dangerous and the reason I alienate myself from everything. I tell myself I’m enjoying the single life, but it’s really just me putting myself in a prison. But now’s not the time for those thoughts, so I put them back in their folder and save it for later when I can’t sleep at 3am and no one is relying on me functioning.

I’m almost finished getting ready when my phone buzzes.

Rami: great! maybe not for Alisha tho. I can pick you up at 9? we can go to that diner across the street if you'd like?

You: sounds perfect! 9 works for me

Rami: okay cool:)

I walked back into the room Alisha and I shared and started to get dressed.

“Uhhhhh fuck my life..” I heard a loud groan from under the pile of blankets on the other bed.

Alisha had woken up and from what it sounds like, gotten hit by a bus.

I grabbed a glass from the dresser and filled it with water from the bathroom sink. She was so lucky I had to carry migraine pills with me all the time. I walked over to her bed and pulled back the covers.

“Well hey there gorgeous!” I said in a chipper, sarcastic voice.

“Shhhhh jeeeesus why are you yelling?” she whisper screamed at me. 

“Oh it’s because I love you. Here take this and drink some water. Give that poor liver a break will ya.”

She sat up, brushing the hair from her face and downing the pills.

“Whoa why are you so done up this early?” she raised her eyebrows.

“I uh met a guy last night sort of..” I trailed off grabbing a shirt from my bag and pulling it over my head.

“Oooo and you slept here last night? Are you crazy? Hasn’t it been like a year since you got some dick?”

“Always so eloquent.” I mumbled while pulling up my jeans.

“He must be something a little extra then huh?” 

“Yeah I mean, we just talked for a long time and he listened. You know really listened. You know how I am with that.”

“Well I’m glad you had a good time yesterday. I was worried you were going to sulk by the bar all night.” she smiled lazily and then fell back into the pillows, closing her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her comment. 

“Oh and would you please do yourself a favor and hop on that? You are wound way too tight for a weekend beach party.” 

I hurled a pillow at her, “I’ll show you wound too tight.”

“No! Show him!” we both laugh hard. I really loved moments like this with her.

I had just finished putting my shoes on when my phone buzzed again. That must be Rami. I walked over to the now sleeping Alisha and kissed her forehead, leaving two more pills on the side table for when she woke up next. I left, shutting the door quietly.

———

Rami pulled up minutes after I came out of the hotel doors. He got out and walked around the car to open the door for me. He looked different than last night. He wore jeans and a fitted t-shirt with a bomber jacket. He looked comfortable and casual and it was so cute.

“Good morning, dear!” he said sweetly. I can’t remember the last time someone called me dear, but I am not complaining.

“Morning!” I smiled at him and climbed into the passenger seat.

He drove us to the diner, and when we walked in the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose and made my stomach growl with hunger. The server seated us at a booth in the corner next to a window. She gave us menus and left.

“So did Alisha survive the night?” he asked jokingly.

I looked up from the menu and laughed, “Oh yeah just barely. She woke up just long enough to give me shit and then go back to sleep.”

“Give you shit about?” he inquired, doing that thing with his mouth that I found incredibly endearing.

“Just about yesterday. You know…and you.” I cleared my throat and looked back at my menu, knowing damn well where this conversation was going.

Rami put down his menu and folded his arms on the table, leaning forward a little. I wasn’t looking at him, but I could feel the grin on his face.

“Oh? Why would she do that?”

There was no way to get out of this subject, so better just get it out of the way.

“Well I mean, I don’t exactly meet people all the time.” I put down my menu and sat back against the booth. 

“Oh come on. I don’t know if I believe that.” he said, biting his lip.

“It’s true. I put blinders on and I go to work and come home and that’s that.”

“Well I get that. I get stuck in that all the time with what I do. But you mean no one ever tries to ask you out ever?”

“Nope. I’m sure a lot of it has to do with how I carry myself, but it really doesn’t bother me. I’d rather not go through the motions with people.” I shrugged.

The waitress came over to pour us some coffee and take our orders. I proceeded to pour nearly all the creamer in my coffee. 

“So you’ve been hurt.” Rami stated, clearly not forgetting the conversation.

I sighed. “Hasn’t everyone?”

He sensed my feelings toward the subject. “Hey I’m sorry if this is too heavy for Saturday morning breakfast with a strange guy you just met.” That lovely smile returned and warmed me up again.

“No it’s okay. I just don’t ever get to talk about this. Alisha is usually there for everything and witnesses it so I don’t have to tell her, and well she’s sort of all I got.” 

“Well you can talk with me about anything you want. You fascinate me.” he sipped his coffee, gazing off in the distance.

“How could I be fascinating?” I ask watching his every move.

“How could you not? I don’t know it’s so many things. The way you talk about things. The way that you basically put me in my place when I approached you yesterday.” I laughed. I did didn’t I? “When you are listening to me talk you chew the inside of your cheek. I don’t know it’s just you. I want to know everything about you.”

I blushed and grabbed for my coffee. No one finds me fascinating. Well I guess that’s not true now though is it?

We ate our food and talked. I told him the story about me and Alisha riding our bikes around on the weekend when we were kids. How she fell and broke her arm so I put her on my bike and took her home as she sat on the handle bars and cried. I got to sign the cast first.

He told me about the time when him and his brother Sami put on a concert in the living room for their parents when they were 6 years old. He told me that he insisted on being the lead singer and how Sami always let him have the spotlight.

You both finished up and Rami took the bill. “Hey do you um, and you can totally say no, but do you want to spend the day with me?” he asked shyly.

I smiled and grabbed his hand as we left the diner. “I would love to, Rami.”

———

We got into Rami’s car and got on the highway. I wasn’t quite sure what the plan was, and usually that would make me uneasy, but the mixture of the warm sun on my skin, the wind blowing through my hair, Duran Duran coming through the stereo, and this gorgeous man that I’d somehow stumbled upon sitting next to me made uneasiness seem impossible.

“Are you wondering where we are going yet?” he asked somewhat mischievously, glancing over at me. He had this way of always looking like he was up to something. It was captivating.

“I don’t mind where we go or what we do.” I beamed.

A few minutes later we pulled up to the Grammy Museum. My mouth dropped open. I look at him, suddenly filled with uncontrollable excitement.

“Are you serious?! Do you know how long I’ve wanted to come here?” I began looking out all the windows. All I could feel was the uncontrollable urge to jump out of the car and run inside, but I kept my composure because I didn’t want to scare him off with my hyper fixations.

I hadn’t quite expressed to Rami my love for music, but I guess he was going to learn today. Ever since I moved to this city I have wanted to come here, but there was always work or anxiety or sleep deprivation. But here I am. 

“I didn’t realize this was such a big thing for you, but now I’m glad I chose this one. Well come on let’s go see it all.” he said quickly. We got out of the car and I grabbed his hand pulling him along inside.

Rami’s POV

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so excited to be somewhere than her right now. She grabbed my hand as soon as we got out of the car. My heart skipped as I watched her scan the whole place head to toe as we walked in the entrance.

We walked through and came to the Songwriters Hall of Fame first. She would gasp and squeal at the things that caught her eye. If she knew about a particular thing she would go off on a tangent telling me every detail of what she knew. The spark I saw in her when she talked about it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I can’t imagine ever tiring of it.

At the Music Epicenters exhibit she showed me how music jumped from Muddy Waters and Chuck Berry to Elvis and The Rolling Stones. She explained how each section influenced the next and it was fascinating. 

We skipped through the museum like children in Disneyland and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time anyone made me feel like this. She made me let everything go and just hold on to this moment we were sharing. She was incredible. Where has she been all these years?

Your POV

We finished looking through every bit of the museum and it was an amazing experience. At times I worried I was talking too much, but when I’d quiet down Rami would ask me a question. He was the only person who made me feel this comfortable talking about what I loved. He never rolled his eyes, never sighed in boredom. He would smile as I’d explain things and watch me intently with those beautiful eyes that I couldn’t escape.

We decided to go for a walk around a few blocks.

“You really enjoyed that then?” he asked, reaching for my hand which began to feel normal.

“I did. Very much, Rami, thank you for that. And for listening to me ramble.” I giggled.

“Well no need to thank me I loved every second of it.” he grinned and nudged my side.

I took a deep breath and let it out closing my eyes for a moment as we walked.

“You know I almost didn’t come here this weekend.”

“Oh yeah? Why did you decide on it.” he questioned.

“I couldn’t tell you. I just felt like I wanted something to change in my life and doing something I wouldn’t normally do might be a good first step.”

We stopped and sat on the bench along the path we had been walking.

“I want to see you again. I mean after this weekend. I don’t want to continue with real life unless I know you’ll be with me. I mean that is if you want to be with me, of course. I would never force you.” he took both my hands in his and looked into my eyes, hopefully.

I began to tear up a little and I saw his smile turn into worry. I wiped the tear away quickly, trying to hide it but knowing it was too late.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ I cut him off before he could blame himself for anything.

“No, no please don’t apologize. You’ve given me the best day I’ve had in a very long time. I promise I’m not crying because of you it’s just-“

He brought his hand to my cheek and wiped a tear away with his thumb.

“God that’s unfair..” he trailed off, a soft smile forming.

“W-what’s unfair?” I asked confused.

“How gorgeous you are when you cry.” he said sadly.

I giggled, which then turned into a laugh, which turned into me grabbing my sides laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe for a moment.

I looked up at him now looking slightly confused but in an amusing way.

“Oh come here.” I said softly, grabbing either side of his face and pulling our mouths together. It was a sweet, warm, but passionate kiss. His lips felt amazing against mine, and I’d almost forgot the feeling. I broke the kiss and leaned back slightly. His eyes stayed closed for a moment as if to savor it and then they opened as beautiful and gleaming as ever.

“A lot has happened in my past. We can talk about it another day, I promise. Just be patient with me.” I reassured him.

He nodded indicating that he understood. He brought his hand up to brush some hair out of my eyes studying my face lovingly.

“Oh and just because you told me to say this today, you are absolutely stunning.” he laughed and pulled me into his side.

#rami malek #rami malek x reader #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek fic #borhap #borhap cast #tell me again tomorrow fic

[theninjamouse]

Water Elemental Shore, Pt. 2

i need to be stopped lol ✌️ enjoy! (ps idk how to add a readmore in submissions, i would have otherwise since this is rly long! like, a LOT longer than expected: 3.6k+ words, 5 n a half pages… oof)

—–

Most everyone who comes to Grillby’s bar knows it’s fairly hot in there, save for a few tourists or locals who haven’t stopped by yet. The look of mild displeasure that hits their faces once the door opens never fails to catch the attention of Grillby himself, and he huffs a little just about every time (or at least he used to; it happens too often to get a reaction out of him now). Lately, however, the air is a bit more humid than normal, and these looks are replaced with something more on the uncomfortable side of things, even for the regulars. The cause of this new phenomenon is sitting right across from him at the bar, gently stirring a green-yellow beverage with a metal straw and focusing intently on the swirl of colors that follows the movement.

You’ve been crouched low for the better part of five minutes now, chin resting directly on the bar not three inches from the glass. The drink shimmers lightly as it revolves lazily and it’s reflected in your own glittering eyes, looking on in amazement. Why you’re so awed by one of his simpler drinks Grillby doesn’t quite understand, but it humbles him nonetheless. Sans and Frisk, sitting to your left, think it’s hilarious and snicker to themselves at the display.

“You know,” Grillby says quietly, making you jump and look up at him, “I think it’s better to actually drink it than to just swirl it around for an hour.”

Indigo rises to your cheeks as you let out a short laugh. “Right, right,” you agree, rubbing at the back of your neck for a moment. “It’s just really pretty! I’ve never seen anything like it before.” You take the glass in in one hand and the straw in the other, pausing one last time to look at it again, before raising it to your mouth and taking one long drink.

It’s so strange, what happens next; the alcohol doesn’t just go away like he half-expects it to when you gulp it down. Instead, it blooms a bright green-teal color inside your entire head and runs like paint through, well, water gently downward through your throat into your chest. He can’t see past any of the cloth covering it, of course, but he can see hints of it edging into your shoulders and down to your waist. It falls through your arms only a little, intermingling with the rest of you, even as you blink up at him with a wide smile.

“That was incredible!” you cheer. Grillby’s flames shift towards pleased yellows as he smiles softly at you. “Are all the drinks as good as this?” You look back and forth between him and the pair to the left of you, who are sipping at their own glasses of ketchup and juice respectively.

Frisk giggles and puts their cup down on the counter as they swipe a menu off a stack within reach. “Pretty much, yeah!” they say brightly. “Grillby’s just really good at what he does! Although,” they add, dragging a finger along the extended list of beverages and pausing for just a moment, “this one is really cool too!” They tap one item near the bottom firmly, beaming. Sans, sitting on their other side, leans over their shoulder to look as they angle it towards him so you can’t see. His ever-present grin widens as he glances towards Frisk with a knowing look in his eyesocket. “kid’s got good taste,” he chuckles, taking the menu from them and handing it off to Grillby as he taps the drink’s description himself, “not my favorite, but it’s definitely tide for one of the best.” Frisk bursts into giggles, which makes you laugh quietly at their antics, too.

You grin at Grillby as he looks from the menu to you. You push your now empty glass towards him across the bartop (the teal is gone, he notices as he looks at the arm extended towards him) and rest your chin on the heel of your palm.

“I take it you’d like another drink?” he asks teasingly. You only wink at him in response.

Barely a minute follows as he expertly whips up a new beverage for you, your eyes following his hands the whole time. An ounce of this, two of this, a splash of this, fill to the top with this, stir with a long spoon, garnish with a twist of zest, and… there. He slides the drink, a deep orange-red this time and taller than the last, across the bar into your waiting hands, and you eagerly chug it just as fast, if not actually faster.

It blooms in you again, but rather than teal, a purplish-magenta hue glides along your surface. Since this drink was bigger than the other one, your arms and legs are now flooded, too. You look down at them in surprise, turning your palms over and swaying one back and forth to watch the liquid float through you. Oh this is cool.

“Oh!” you exclaim brightly, “Did this happen with the last one too?” Laughter bubbles up from your chest as you bring your face closer to your arms and examine them.

Grillby nods silently and Frisk beams. “Yup,” they affirm, popping the ‘p’, “it’s really fun to sea.” They giggle again, practically folding in on themselves with the force of it. You tilt your head to the side, vaguely confused by the emphasis.

Sans snickers and nudges their arm. “yeah, i don’t know of any otter monster who does that,” he says, “do you, frisk?”

Oh. You see what’s going on here now.

Frisk plops their head in their hands and puts on an exaggerated thinking face as they try in vain to hide their growing amusement. “Hmm…” They slowly drum their fingers on the dark wood. “Don’t think so. I think she’s probubbly the only one.”

You make a face. Sans and Frisk are too caught up in their pun battle to notice it, but Grillby chuckles quietly. He completely understands your reaction.

“are you shore about that?”

Oh cmon, that one wasn’t even that good.

“Dolphinately!”

Okay, that’s enough. You raise your hand and flick your fingertips in their direction, causing a few heavy drops of water to bean them both right in the head. “No making fun of me,” you playfully scold, fixing them each with a look.

Sans’s brow scrunches up in confusion as he wipes the moisture off his face. “we weren’t–”

But Frisk cuts him off as they lean forward, startling you backward which makes the water at your head fall over your shoulders. “Was that your magic?” they ask.

“…Yeah? Of course it was?” you reply, bewildered. You move to look back at Grillby, but he’s not behind the bar when you turn. When you check the rest of the restaurant, it looks like he’s just finished taking orders from some customers who just walked in, stowing some messing scribbled notes in his apron and nodding along while they hand back their menus.  A vague feeling of disappointment rises in your chest and you turn back toward Frisk, who’s looking at you with a curious excitement that makes the corners of your mouth twitch upwards. “I’m a water elemental, it makes sense that I’d use water magic, doesn’t it?”

Now Sans has leaned forward a little. You feel a little weird under this much scrutiny. “what kind of stuff can you do, though? like some water monsters out there shoot water to try n’ wash you off, but i bet you could do a lot more than that, don’t you think so, grillbz?”

You jump slightly and whip your head back around to the bar, where Grillby is emerging from the back with trays of food balanced on each arm. Man, he works fast. Either that, or you just aren’t paying very close attention right now. He pauses thoughtfully for a moment before giving a noncommittal shrug and moving carefully back towards his eagerly waiting customers. The light thwack on the countertop wrenches your attention away from the bar and back towards Frisk, who has both a hand splayed out flat over the weathered wood and a distinct gleam in their eye. “You’ve gotta show us now! Grillby’s all fire and he can do some really cool stuff with it, so you’ve gotta be able to do some cool water stuff with yours, right?”

“What? What sort of things have you seen Grillby do?” you ask, suddenly curious yourself.

Sans shrugs and puts an elbow up on the counter. “eh, he’s got a bit of a fireball thing, sparks some alcohol sometimes for effect, stuff like that. grillby isn’t the type to show off, y'know?” He pauses. “the way i hear it, though, he’s done some wild stuff before.”

A flicker at the edge of your vision catches your attention and you look back to see Grillby standing behind the bar again. “Is that true?” you ask him when he glances towards you. He tilts his head to one side questioningly. You point a finger at the pair to your left who have now picked up for cups and are back to drinking. “They said you can do some cool things with your fire, is that true?”

Grillby hesitates for a split second and looks past you to the rest of the room to make sure nobody’s really looking before nodding and bringing his hands in front of himself and pressing them together. When he pulls them apart, there’s a tiny ball of fire floating there and it unfolds into the shape of a tiny bird. It flits around you once, and when you whip around to watch it, the edge of your head’s trail barely brushes it. A cloud of steam rises from the intersection and you flinch hard and jerk away from it. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Grillby jump a little too. The bird falters significantly in its flight before stopping in front of you. It flaps solidly in place once, twice, before scattering into embers.

There’s a beat of silence between all of you before you direct a sheepish smile towards Grillby. “Sorry I bumped into your bird, I should have been more careful,” you shrug, hand moving absentmindedly over the spot in your head’s trail where you hit it. It doesn’t hurt at all, it just feels weird, like the ghost of a presence that isn’t there anymore. Grillby’s gaze follows your movements and he opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “But that was wonderful,” you tell him sincerely, “I didn’t know you could do anything like that.”

He flushes blue and gently smiles back as you flip your hands to rest palm side up. You clench them once before slowly pressing them together. A look of concentration crosses your face as your eyes dart up towards Grillby for a fraction of a second before moving back to your hands and shutting tightly.

Frisk looks absolutely thrilled, Sans very interested, and Grillby fairly intrigued as you slowly part your fingers and through them a hand-sized fish swims in the air. It does a loop-de-loop and arcs high towards Frisk and dips down to plant a light smooch on their forehead, making them laugh loudly. With a flick of your wrist, you call the fish back to you and it slams into your hand, reabsorbing the magic and causing only a few waterdrops to splatter across the floor.

You shake your hand out a few times and sigh. “Been a minute since I’ve done that. Weird!” You look up and find Frisk and Sans grinning at you.

“cool,” Sans says.

“Whoa, do it again!” Frisk exclaims.

Grillby just looks on, amused. You blush indigo and grin.

“So what else can you do?” Frisk leans forward on their stool, almost threatening to fall off completely. “Also, why didn’t you make yours explode like Grillby did?”

You fix them with a quizzical look. “Because I didn’t want to make a mess? And it’s not hard to pull it back in, it just feels weird 'til it merges with my core again. Adds a little bit of water that wasn’t there before.”

“wait,” Sans blinks, “can you manipulate how much water you’ve got on you?”

You grin and clasp both hands around the middle of your head’s trail. You scrunch your face instinctively and squeeze tightly. Everyone holds their breaths as all the water past your fists disconnects from your head. There’s no hint of your core left in it, and what’s left of the cutoff point runs very close to the edge of your skull. The trail slowly rounds out into a basketball-sized sphere and floats in your palms as you bring it to your front.

“This is the most I can really do at will. I think technically I could get smaller than this, but that–”

Frisk sticks their entire hand into the water sphere and wriggles their fingers.

A violent shiver runs straight through your whole being, even down to the bottom of your core, and your entire face erupts into the deepest, darkest indigo possible as you thrust your hands up above your head, effectively ripping Frisk’s hand out of your trail. Silently, you return it to the back of your head and wait a second as it reconnects. A glance spared to Grillby affirms that he, too, has gone almost completely blue in the face, though you think you can see a handful of distinct green ribbons skirt across his face. These fade into the same shade of blue, which noticeably strengthens as you meet his gaze. You’re sure you look just about the same.

It takes you a second to find your voice. "U-umm…” The shakiness isn’t surprising either. “Please don’t do that again, Frisk. I’m still connected to my own water, even when it’s separate from me.” They’re looking at you in complete shock and maybe even a hint of shame. Sans looks less horrified, eyelights darting in between you and Grillby, but it’s still pretty significant.

“I’m… sorry, I just thought…” they mumble.

“It’s okay,” you assure them, resting a hand lightly on their arm. That singular action sends a faint chill through you, but you ignore it. “You didn’t mean it and you know better now. And anyway, it didn’t hurt me, it was just… supremely uncomfortable. It was like if…” you pause, searching for the right analogy, “…like if I could put my hand straight into your head. Disturbing, but not painful.”

They nod, grimacing, and turn back to their juice cup.

Oh now this is a silence you just don’t like. Once the indigo has receded and everyone else looks fairly normal again, you bean Frisk in the temple with another waterdrop. They look back at you, concerned until they notice the smirk on your face, at which point they also smile. “You wanted to know what else I could do, though, right?”

They giggle and nod brightly. You make sure you’ve Sans’s eye too, looking inquisitive, before you grin and rest your elbow on the bar top, finger outstretched and pointed at Frisk’s cup. You wait and… there, connected.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for the night.” You flick your finger upwards in one quick motion and their juice follows. Frisk lets out a short laugh, probably mostly out of disbelief or frustration, as they try to reach up and grab at it (you’re not entirely sure what they’d want to accomplish with that), but you simply move it just out of reach before they can make contact.

Sans absolutely howls next to you, tiny tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he places a hand on your forearm to steady himself. “oh man, that’s great,” he cackles, watching Frisk run around trying to catch their drink. “is it any different because it’s not straight up water?”

You shrug, jerking your finger over as Frisk gets a little close. “Sort of? It certainly feels a bit heavier, but not unbearably so. It’s mostly water and that’s what matters. If I were to try to move mud, it’d be a lot different and I’d need to put a lot more effort into it.”

He hums thoughtfully. You turn your attention towards Grillby, who’s currently wiping down his space and cleaning up between orders. He keeps watching you and Frisk (who, as you look back, has almost gotten a hand on their juice, oops, let’s change that real quick), but more you than them. Stars, it’s so nice to finally see another elemental again. The last one you met came from the storm and she was an absolute delight to be around. She was dark, like the clouds right before it downpours, and forks of lightning ran down her arms and through her trail, which floated behind her like yours does. She’d enter a room and it would instantly light up because her excitement and passion were… electrifying, for lack of a better word. There’s no doubt in your mind your old friend would have loved to meet Grillby were she still around. But–

There’s a sudden splattering sound as Frisk spikes some of their floating drink straight into the floor. Somehow, they manage to look surprised, proud, and sheepish all at once. Chuckling quietly to yourself, you pull what’s left of the juice in the air back together and deposit it straight into their cup; it looks like they’re down to about two-thirds left of what they had.

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Grillby moves to clean it up, mop already out, but you raise a hand for him to stop. Another slow gesture, this time to make sure you’ve gotten everything, and the spilled juice flies over to you before resting a few short inches above your palm. You glance back towards him, where you watch his flames pop in a way that you’re beginning to read as gratitude. “Anywhere I can put this?” you ask, bouncing the sphere in your hand.

Wordlessly, Grillby opens the door to the back and immediately past it, you can see a deep sink with a pair of long, thick rubber gloves draped over the side. You flick the ball away and it sails clear over the bar straight into the drain.

Frisk moves to rejoin you all at the bar with sticky, still slightly dripping hands, but Sans nudges them away and towards the bathroom. “gotta clean up,” he says, “don’t need your mom carpin’ on me for bringin’ you home all gross.” Frisk snickers and sticks their tongue out at him but does as he says. You smile after them.

Sans goes back to drinking his ketchup, pulling his phone out of his pocket when he hears a notification go off, and Grillby watches you trace the whorls in the wood with one finger, obviously thinking deeply about something. He sets down the glass he’s just finished polishing and taps the counter in front of you twice to get your attention. Your pearly eyes meet his in a second. “Is everything alright?” he asks, concerned.

You wave a hand dismissively, giving him a soft smile before looking away again. “Just remembering old friends.”

Grillby blinks. That feels like it came out of nowhere. “What–”

He’s cut off by Frisk’s reemergence from the bathroom, hands now clean and mostly dry. They move to hop up to their seat but Sans stops them by sliding off of his. “just got a text from tor, says she wants frisk back for dinner,” he tells Grillby, who nods. Frisk gives a disappointed “aww” and Sans pats their head, grinning. “sorry bud, we can come back tomorrow or somethin’. sea ya later shore, later gurbz,” he says before winking out of existence with Frisk in tow.

You chuckle before bringing your attention back to the swirls in the countertop. The quiet murmuring of customers behind you and clacking of silverware against plates as meals are finished fade away ever so slowly, and you’re left slowly dragging a finger around the rim of your long-emptied glass and watching Grillby’s firelight reflect and refract through the surface.

The light grows briefly as an orange hand comes closer and taps the bartop in front of you again, making you look at Grillby. He searches your face for a few long seconds before withdrawing his hand and picking up the towel once more. “What were they like?” he finally asks, slowly drying another glass. “Your old friends, I mean.”

You blink once in surprise before you laugh lightly and drop your chin into your palm. “They were wonderful, of course. I was just thinking about how they would have loved to meet you.” Another solemn look passes through your face and your trail drops an inch lower. “It’s just been kind of a long time since I’ve seen them,” you shrug.

You push your glass back towards Grillby and he waits a minute for you to say something, but picks it up when you don’t. “How long?” he murmurs.

There’s a sense of hesitation and apprehension that stiffens your whole posture, but you let out a heavy sigh and lock your pearly eyes with Grillby’s molten ones. He firmly sets your glass on the countertop and waits for you to continue. Stars, you hope he doesn’t think badly of you for this. You gather your courage and just say it.

“What do you know about the war between monsters and humans?”

The Ninja’s Response: 

I can’t get enough of this, this is absolutely adorable! I love how vivid you are in describing Shore! The water element really matches her personality! 

#OoF extra #grillby/reader #shorby #elemental shore #i think my favorite part is when she's staring at the glass #that's so cute I'm grinning like a madman #submission