#their management should make a fucking contest for 5 fans to spend the day with them doing the craziest

[bombshellbre95]

In my effort to make more friends in the CNCO fandom, imma take page outta @heauxanthem book and ask yall a lil question.

If you had any member of CNCO alone for a full 24 hours, what would yall do?

It doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, I just wanna know what would do if you can legit spend the day with them.

Imma tag @heauxanthem @virgatowhipped @ericksmamita @erickcolonbrianfan92 @lizzosbitch @pimentelssmile @itzjessjen

Oop forgot to tag @coldetoowavvy

Sorry to those I didn't tag. These are just the ppl I've seen in my notes before, or I believe I've seen lol.

#their management should make a fucking contest for 5 fans to spend the day with them doing the craziest #and dumbest shit #and the fans should be 21+ #anyways lmfao #christopher velez #richard camacho #zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel #erick brian colón #cnco

[krappykawa]

i mildly like you more than like (pt. 6)

— in which an incessant fan girl, a kiss, and a little bit of denial makes oikawa tooru realize he might mildly like you more than like

description. you’ve been in love with oikawa tooru for longer than you can remember. having known him for the better part of nearly 11 years, you’ve come to accept that you’ll never be more than a best friend to him. but with the help of a few irritatingly persistent fangirls and a kiss that was only meant to drive them away, a tale of unrequited love might just prove to be something more.

word count. 7.9k

oikawa tooru x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, some angst

parts. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

author’s note. ahhh final part!! this story has been a thrill to write and it really does hold a special place in my heart so i’m so so happy with the positive feedback it’s gotten from all of you! for those that have stuck around every week for an update, here’s the final part! i hope you all like it :D

author’s note 2. so sorry for the repost! something went wrong with the tags but i hope it’s fine now!

previously ...

It almost hits him like a truck then because huh, he’s in love with you. And yet, he doesn’t feel so different, he just feels lighter.

“Huh.”

“You finally figured it out then?”

Oikawa smiles to himself. “Yeah, I think I did.” He’s almost glad that you had to spend your lunch tutoring one of the first-years because he’s not too sure what he would do with himself if you were here.

A smile finds its way onto Iwaizumi’s lips. “Happy to see it, asshole. Just don’t keep her waiting on you for another three years.”

“I won’t. I don’t plan on wasting any more time now that I finally figured it out.”

“How do you plan on telling her then?”

“That I love her?”

“You love her?” A voice that’s not Iwaizumi’s nearly jolts him from his seat. He’d know that voice anywhere.

He turns to find you standing not far from where he and Iwaizumi are seated and feels the color drain from his face.

“You love her?”

The question echoes over the soft whipping of the night wind, poorly masking the sound of heartbreak that seems to reverberate within every uttered syllable in the three words that had just left your lips on their own accord. Three measly words, and yet - you can feel the way that your heart slowly tears itself apart.

Your love for him was kept silent for so long, a love that you only ever communicated through glances that lasted longer than they should have, arms that wrapped just a centimeter too tight to be friendly, and smiles that tipped upwards in a way that it only did for him. It was the fear of this - that despite everything you had to offer, the object of your affections would never see you in the light that you saw him.

And you hate it. You hate how fast he stands from the bench, hate how the wind whips softly over his hair and forces chestnut strands over his eyes, hate how under the pale moonlight and with someone else standing next to him, he’s still all that you see.

Maybe if you’d just let go of that fear and just told him, maybe you wouldn’t be standing here feeling this way. Or maybe he’d have broken your heart back then and he wouldn’t be in your garden in the first place. You decide that you’d rather be standing here, eyes locked with Oikawa in an awkward standstill than have that scenario come to fruition.

“How long have you been standing there?” is all he says.

You turn your gaze down to the wide slabs of rock under your feet, unable to look at him in the eye any longer. There’s no inclination to cry, which surprises you. Maybe it’s because you already wasted all your tears earlier on in the day and have now run empty. Or maybe it’s because the possibility that he had already fallen for Hishoko had already been echoing over and over in your head throughout the night.

“Not long. I only just came out,” you say as you tilt your head back up to look at him.

Oikawa seems to let out a breath of relief, which sends pinpricks further into your heart. You wonder what could’ve been so personal about his love for Hishoko that he wouldn’t want you knowing.

“Oh, okay,” Oikawa pauses. “Iwa-chan and I were just out here for a breath of air. Couldn’t sleep. You know how it is.” A small smile makes its way onto his lips, almost sheepish in shape. There are lies on his tongue, that much you can tell.

“So? You love Hishoko? That’s a pretty big deal for you.”

Oikawa’s mouth comes open, but no words fall out. An answer instead comes from beside him.

“No,” is all Iwaizumi says. He’s looking at you with a hard stare, as if you should be able to read the unspoken words in his sentence. For the first time, you can’t.

Oikawa’s head whips to Iwaizumi. From where you’re standing, you can just barely make out the minuscule movement of his lips and the glare he directs in Iwaizumi’s direction.

Your eyes follow both their expressions as Oikawa’s goes from panicked, to angry, to firm, and Iwaizumi’s goes from angry, to stubborn, to a firmness that matches Oikawa’s. You don’t know what to think of the staring match that seems to have started between the two, each both unblinking and equally as stubborn in their resolves.

The tense air between the two of them stretches on for far longer than it should, and for the first time, you think that Oikawa might be the first one to throw a punch this time. It’s not that these two haven’t physically fought before, but it’s never Oikawa that throws the first punch or kick. You wonder what could’ve happened to make Oikawa so firm in his glare. It’s almost off-putting to see it directed at Iwaizumi.

“Am I missing something here?” Neither of them immediately turn at the sound of your voice, but there’s a tick to both their jaws that inclines that they did indeed hear you.

Iwaizumi breaks eye contact first, but not without a snide click of his tongue. He crosses his arms as Oikawa’s face finally returns to a state that doesn’t resemble the devil.

“No. Iwa-chan and I just got into a little spat before you came out. Not a big deal. We’re alright now,” Oikawa says pleasantly. Lies. Lies. Lies.

You raise a brow at him. “So you managed to fix whatever shit went down between you two with a staring contest?”

“Don’t underestimate the power of Iwa-Oikawa, Y/N-chan,” he says again with that same irritating fraud smile.

The smile doesn’t relent. You feel whatever patience you have drain out. You wouldn’t have minded if he was just honest about lying to you, but there’s something about being treated like someone who hasn’t been by his side for 11 years that makes your blood boil. You don’t care if he has secrets (you’d be the biggest hypocrite if you got angry for that), but what you won’t tolerate is being met with this fake version of Oikawa that you’ve never known because you were there before he even had the thought to hide his real self around you.

“Cut the shit, ‘Kawa. Stop fucking lying to me,” you grind out.

The smile drops.

“I’m not lying to you.”

The lies on his lips stay firmly glued on.

You fix one hard stare on Oikawa before switching your gaze to Iwaizumi. His position hasn’t moved from when he crossed his arms, but his jaw is hardened even farther that you almost find yourself worrying for the well-being of his teeth. “Iwa? You see that he’s lying too right?”

“He is.”

Oikawa’s head snaps to Iwaizumi’s for the second time. “Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi just holds a hand up to him and sighs.

“But,” Iwaizumi pauses, his gaze fixing on you with what might be sympathy. “For once in his goddamn life, he’s lying with good cause.”

Your gaze switches wildly between Oikawa and Iwaizumi. If it was anyone else that had said that, you would’ve engaged in a potential screaming match with Oikawa by now. But there’s something about Iwaizumi saying it that only makes you lose a bit of that bubbling anger. You know that Iwaizumi might have the most unbiased opinions for anyone that you know, so if he’s saying that whatever’s going with Oikawa isn’t something you’re meant to know, it almost feels like a defeat.

“Okay,” you finally say. You know that you’re not getting anything out of either of them if Iwaizumi is covering for Oikawa. The breath in Oikawa’s lungs seems to return and you wonder again what he so badly wanted to keep from you. Instead of asking, you just sigh. “I’m gonna head in then. Don’t stay out too late. You might get sick.”

Before you turn and head for the door, you swear that you see a flicker of regret in Oikawa’s eyes.

“Shoko-chan, can I speak with you?”

Oikawa walks up to Hishoko’s figure in the middle of a hallway. She’s standing next to the best friend he’s always hearing about, fingers wrapped around her best friend’s arm in a delicate manner. As Hishoko looks up at him and nods, he attempts to send the girl a friendly smile while he takes Hishoko away, hoping that he won’t get hunted alive for breaking Hishoko’s heart. He already knows from what Hishoko’s told him that this girl might love her more than anyone on earth, and he can only hope that her wrath isn’t as harsh as he deserves.

As he holds loosely onto Hishoko’s hand and pulls her beside a pillar that’s clear of people, he recites the speech he made in his head.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t regret how the night at your house had ended, but he knew that it was for the best. He wouldn’t be able to confess his love to you with a clear conscience if he was still with someone else, and from how close you and Hishoko seemed to be, he takes that you wouldn’t be able to accept his confession (He hopes, he hopes. Iwaizumi’s reassured him that you feel the same, but he doesn’t want to assume) with a clear conscience either.

He recites his plan over and over again. Break up with Hishoko with as minimal heartbreak on her end as possible, wait a few weeks so that he doesn’t seem insensitive, then confess his love to you with something special that you’ll forget that you were mad at him for keeping it a secret in the first place. (He also feels like he owes you something special, especially after Iwaizumi told him about how long you’ve potentially been in love with him. Though Iwaizumi never really specified that you were actually in love with him for what he can only guess is respect for your secrets, Oikawa could feel the weight of the unsaid words just from Iwaizumi’s gruff words).

In getting caught up with his thoughts, he doesn’t even notice that he’s been standing in front of Hishoko in silence for who knows how long. He’s surprised that she’s not confused. Instead, she’s grinning.

“Shoko-chan, I’m-”

“Breaking up with me?” she interrupts before he can even get the rest of his prepared explanation out.

Oikawa blinks at her, unsure of how to react. He was expecting her to maybe push him away or maybe cry, but instead, she’s looking up at him with a knowing sparkle in her eyes. He takes a breath. “How did you … how did you know?”

Her smile only widens. “I would be a fool if I didn’t notice. I think I knew even back then, from the way you looked at her when you introduced her to me. No best friend looks at their best friend unless they’re in love with them.”

“Then why did you stay with me for so long?”

“I didn’t know at first. I … I thought all best friends looked at each other like that,” she says. Oikawa doesn’t miss the way that her eyes dart to where her best friend is standing against a pole in the adjacent hallway.

Oikawa stares at the two of them, and suddenly he understands. It really doesn’t surprise him. Hishoko’s relationship with her best friend was similar to his relationship with you now that he’s truly thinking about it. “Why didn’t you … break up with me sooner? You know … if you ..” he asks while cocking his head towards the girl that was still discreetly watching them.

Hishoko just shrugs. “I was in denial for a long time. I think I finally realized it when I kissed you after your game. You’re like the most wanted guy at school, and yet I just …”

“I get it.” Oikawa nods in understanding and Hishoko flashes him a grateful smile. “I think she might love you too by the way, if the way she’s looking over here is any indication.”

Her gazes flicks back over to the girl in question and Oikawa can’t help but recognize the look on Hishoko’s face. Not that he’s actually ever seen what he looks like when he looks at you, but there’s an odd sense of familiarity at the look. After a few seconds, Hishoko turns back to him, her smile even wider than before. “Thanks, Oikawa-kun. Treat Y/N well, she’s an angel.”

“I know. I know she is.”

Hishoko grins cheekily up at him. “And tell her to text me, just because you and I are broken up doesn’t mean that I’m losing her friendship.”

“Will do, Shoko-chan.”

“Hishoko broke up with you? Tooru, what the hell?”

Though there was still a certain air of terseness that surrounded you and Oikawa, you knew that you had to talk to him the minute you heard from some gossiping group of girls that he’d been broken up with by his month-long girlfriend. Despite how much it had hurt you to learn that he was nursing such strong feelings for Hishoko, you still cared enough about his happiness that you would never have wanted him to be heartbroken over someone he really did love.

But the sight you’re met with when you finally find him is not a sight you would expect from someone who’d just gotten broken up with by a girl he potentially had strong feelings for.

When you find him standing with Iwaizumi under one of the cherry blossom trees, his face doesn’t hold an ounce of distress. You wonder what the hell might have changed between Saturday night and right now that could make Oikawa so relaxed about getting his heartbroken by the second girl he’s ever loved.

Oikawa’s gaze immediately finds yours as you walk up to them and whatever conversation he and Iwaizumi seem to be having is paused. You don’t miss the way that they exchange glances.

“Actually, I was the one who broke up with her. It was mutual, but she jokingly asked that nobody find out that I was the one who broke up with her. I figured I would do her that little kindness,” he says simply. “I meant to tell you earlier, but you seemed adamant on avoiding me. I was going to tell you later tonight by barging into your house and forcing you to speak to me but-”

That’s news to you.

“You broke up with Hishoko?”

Oikawa’s brow furrows. “Yes …?”

“But, I thought you said you loved her? Why would you break up with her if you loved her?”

Iwaizumi answers before Oikawa can. “He doesn’t. He never did.” This time, Oikawa seems to be prepared for Iwaizumi’s words and looks eerily calm rather than panicked.

The truth behind Iwaizumi’s words is evident, but if Hishoko wasn’t the person they were talking about before you stepped out into the garden, then who was? A tiny voice in your head supplies you with an answer, but it’s an answer that you’re sure your brain is just supplying in order to make you feel better. You pay the tiny voice no mind.

“Then … what was Saturday night about?” You look between the both of them. “What was I missing there?”

Oikawa’s staring at you once more, but this time he doesn’t look as if he’s searching for an answer. Instead he’s looking at you with something that you can’t pinpoint. You’re not even sure if the way he’s looking at you is negative or positive.

When Oikawa doesn’t make any indication that he’s going to speak anytime soon, you switch your gaze to Iwaizumi. He’s staring at Oikawa knowingly.

You can’t help but feel like there’s something huge that you’re missing here. What irritates you most is that you don’t know what it might be.

One moment, you believe that Oikawa’s in love with his girlfriend and the next you’re being told that he never loved her like that in the first place? You’ve known Oikawa long enough that he doesn’t throw around the word “love” when it comes with a romantic connotation. Not when he expressed to you that all he knew about his future was that he wanted to keep chasing volleyball, and he wasn’t entirely sure how many people would be willing to put up with that.

“I can’t say,” Oikawa finally says. There it is again, that odd tone in his voice.

The conversation is much too reminiscent of the same conversation you had with Oikawa in your kitchen that Saturday night. You wonder if this is the world’s way of making you realize your own hypocrisy. You know that you put Oikawa in the exact same position then that he’s putting you in now.

But Oikawa’s always been more trained in masking his emotions with whatever facade he wants to use. You on the other hand, have always let curiosity and anger have too much rein on your emotions.

“Iwa? What’s going on?”

Iwaizumi sighs. “It pains me to say this, but I think you should listen to him. He has a reason for not telling you right now, and it’s the only reason he’s ever come up with that’s made sense.”

That anger spikes again and you feel a stab of guilt at how hypocritical you’re being. “So you’re just going to keep me in the dark about why the hell you broke up on the girlfriend that you said you loved.”

“Iwa-chan wasn’t lying,” Oikawa says. “I don’t love her.”

“Then what …”

“Y/N,” Oikawa interrupts. This is the first time in 5 years that he’s ever said your name without the teasing ‘chan’ at the end. “I’ll let you know soon, okay? I promise.”

Your gazes stay locked on each other and there’s something about the depth of his look that you can’t seem to look away from.

You know that you could probably stand here and force him to tell you, but that’s not how the two of you worked. Your decade of friendship has gone through plenty of highs and lows, but it’s always been a relationship built on mutual trust and love.

There were times when he would promise you that he wouldn’t stay overtime to practice that you knew were lies, but you trusted him well enough to believe that he wouldn’t incessantly push himself to the brink like he might’ve used to.

There were times where he’d get in arguments with his sister that he’s never told you about, but he’d come to your house anyway and spend an hour just sitting in silence with you in the backyard because he knew that you trusted and respected his emotions enough to not push.

There were times when you sat in his bedroom and listened as he tried to pretend like his eyes didn’t light up at the idea of travelling the world to play volleyball, but you both trusted each other enough to know that when the time did come for him to admit it to himself, you would both figure it out.

So no, you won’t push, no matter how much you might want to. For the second time in two days, you say, “Okay.”

Oikawa knows he has to wait. He knows he can’t confess to you right away. He’s well accustomed to the ruthless rumor mill at Aoba Johsai, and he would hate for a repeat of second-year.

For his three years at Aoba Johsai, he’s seemed to become exempt from any nasty rumors (with the exception of the inevitable few that he just chooses to brush off), but he found that you were not. Late last year, Oikawa had gotten out of a short relationship, one that he’d ended because he was prioritizing volleyball a little too much, and he just couldn’t find it in him to compromise.

He of course expected the tears from the girl he was with, but what he wasn’t expecting were the tears from you. Somehow, a rumor had gone around that painted you in a terrible light with a few choice words that made Oikawa grip his locker with white knuckles. They’d dragged you into a situation that you weren’t even a part of because someone had gotten jealous of his close friendship with you.

So yes, he would wait. Even though he and Hishoko had ended on friendly and mutual terms, he wouldn’t give the nasty rumor mill anything to talk about.

He knows that you might be angry with him for keeping secrets so deliberately. But if there was something he never wanted to experience again, it would be watching your smile drop off your face as heard the rumors. He’d gladly let you be angry with him for whatever amount of time you wanted if it meant that he didn’t have to frantically search for you all over the school during lunch only to find you crying  in an abandoned restroom because you’d been called a demeaning word that had no place being used to describe you.

Besides, the time he’s using to wait until his relationship with Hishoko has gone its rounds in the rumor mill has been time that he’s been using to concoct a surprise for you.

So far, his plans haven’t been working.

He’s been coming home late everyday from practice and staying up well into the night due to unsuccessful attempts at baking a cake. He’s well aware that you’re a baker and that whatever mess of a cake he might be able to concoct won’t hold a candle to the cakes you can make. But he wants to let you know.

Oikawa’s well aware that his rocky past with his relationships hasn’t set a great track record and he’s noticed more than once that you seemed to be surprised anytime that he showed an inclination for trying with any of his romantic relationships. He doesn’t want you to still think that way when he confesses.

He wants you to know that for all his faults and shortcomings, he’s not going to mess up with you.

That’s why he’s sitting at lunch with yet another crumbly piece of half-scorched cake. It’s been two weeks since his first attempt at a cake, and it seems that he’s severely overestimated his own baking skills.

“That’s the fifth piece of burnt cake I’ve seen you miserably eating this week,” Iwaizumi says from beside him.

Oikawa just shrugs. “I’m trying to bake a cake for Y/N-chan. I think my oven just hates me.”

“It more than hates you if your cakes always look like that pile of shit.” A voice says from in front of Oikawa. Hanamaki is looking down at the miserable looking cake sitting in his bento box with an amused grin.

Oikawa lifts his nose arrogantly in the air. “Like you could do any better, Makki,” he crosses his arms. “You nearly burned down Y/N’s house only two weeks ago.”

Hanamaki lets out a small laugh before taking a seat across from Oikawa. Matsukawa slides in next to him.

“Yeah, but Mattsun can.”

Oikawa turns his head in Matsukawa’s direction. “Mattsun? You … know how to bake?”

Matsukawa lets out a snort. “Yeah, dipshit. Who do you think makes the brownies?”

In hindsight, Oikawa probably should have known that. Matsukawa often brings brownies for the third-years to eat after practice on their way home, but Oikawa never knew that Mattsun himself had been the one to make them. He always just assumed that his mother made them.

“Why are you making a cake for Y/N anyway? It’s not her birthday isn’t it?”

“He finally got his shit together and is planning to confess to her. I think he’s already failed,” Iwaizumi notes with a glance at the cake that looks like something Takeru would make.

“Fucking finally,” Hanamaki says a little too loud. A few heads turn to their table, but Oikawa just smiles politely at them until they have the decency to look away. Once the eyes have stopped looking in their direction, Hanamaki speaks again, this time considerably quieter than before. “Mattsun’s gonna help, isn’t that right Mattsun? Only because it’s for Y/N.”

Matsukawa rolls his eyes before mumbling a reluctant, “Fine.”

“Why does Mattsun’s look like that? Mine don’t look anything close to that.”

Oikawa’s leaning against his kitchen counter, watching with a concentrated stare as Matsukawa skillfully coats the small, round cake in fluffy, white frosting. The cake this time came out perfectly cooked and came out of the pan without falling apart. Oikawa finds himself cursing all of the half-burnt cake sitting in his fridge for not cooking properly.

Iwa snorts. “Because you’re a shit baker Oikawa.”

“Shut up Iwa-chan! My oven just hates me!”

All he gets from Iwaizumi is a chuckle and an eyeroll. Makki laughs lightly.

“Hey, ‘Kawa. You said you wanted to write something on this?” Mattsun asks as he finishes frosting the cake.

Oikawa stares at the small cake and around at the three standing in his kitchen. Suddenly the phrase he wanted to write on there sounds far more embarrassing than it did when it was only him making the cake.

“No, I didn’t,” he says.

Iwaizumi looks at him. “You’re lying.”

Oikawa’s hands come up to cross against his chest. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Hanamaki leans against the counter and sports a grin that Oikawa thinks looks far too close to a hyena. “Come on, as long you weren’t planning to write a dick joke, it can’t be that bad.”

“Makki!”

Hanamaki holds his arms up. “Hey, no need to yell, captain.”

Before Oikawa can whine out another reply, Iwaizumi reaches an arm behind him and snatches the paper that Oikawa had used to first sketch out the cake he was attempting to make. Oikawa tries to snatch it back before Iwaizumi can read it, but Iwa pulls far away from him before he can get the chance to do so.

Iwaizumi’s eyes scan the paper with a mildly amused smile on his face. When he lifts his eyes back up to meet Oikawa’s, his eyebrows are raised. “Really, Oikawa? You were going with this line?”

“Iwa-chan, be nice to me!”

Hanamaki comes up behind Iwaizumi and snatches the paper from the shorter wing-spiker.

His mouth drops open as he stares between the paper and Oikawa. “You’re a sap! You’re a fucking sap!”

Oikawa groans, already wanting to shrivel up on the floor and just sit there. Matsukawa attempts to take a peek over Hanamaki’s shoulder. “What’s it say?” His eyes skim the paper. “Ew, gross. You’re even worse when you’re aware of your feelings. You’re like a walking romance manga.”

“Mattsun shut up! It’s special to me!”

Matsukawa waves a hand at him, but there’s a smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah whatever. It’s a little cute. It’ll be hard to pipe it on though. I’ll just make one of those little toothpick banners.”

The hands that Oikawa was previously hiding his face in fall to his side. “Wait, you’re actually gonna put it on there?”

“Only because I think Y/N will like it. Knowing you, you’ll mess up the actual confession part. At least, if that happens then you can just show her the cake and maybe save your ass,” Mattsun teases.

“Do any of you have any faith in me?”

“No.”

“Iwa-chan!”

You’re wiping down a dirty table when the bakery bell chimes to indicate a new customer. Rather than a new customer however, you’re instead met with the sight of Oikawa Tooru with his hair looking more coiffed than usual and wearing an outfit that you’re sure he’d taken straight from a Pinterest aesthetic board. Coupled with the soft smile that graces his face, he looks as beautiful as ever.

“How many loaves do you want?” You ask, already mid-stride on the way to your place behind the cashier with the expectation that he’s come for another purchase of the milk bread that seems to be his holy grail.

“Actually, I’m not buying anything. I came here to pick you up,” Oikawa says.

You furrow your brow at him. “My shift doesn’t end until nine.”

Oikawa makes a flicking motion with his hand. “I already had a conversation with your boss. He said he’ll let you off early.”

That makes you pause. You vaguely remember a conversation between you and your boss nearly two months ago when you left early to pick Oikawa up from practice.

With that memory also comes the memory of what happened after you picked Oikawa up, but you will the thought out of your head.

However, since then, your boss Hada-san told you that every time you left early, you would have to be make up with overtime hours. Since then, you hadn’t left early for any of your shifts.

“How did you manage to do that?”

Oikawa flashes that grin that seems to be second-nature to him at this point, his teeth flashing brightly. “Don’t question my charm Y/N-chan.”

You raise a brow at him across the counter.

Before Oikawa can say anything else, your boss pops his head out from the kitchen with flour littering his cheeks. He looks rather cheerful for a man whose bakery is empty on what is usually one of the busier days of the week.  “Oikawa, hey! Don’t forget about tomorrow. My grandson’s practically dying to learn.”

It isn’t hard to figure out then just what Oikawa bribed your boss with. Oikawa greets the older man with a friendly smile and a promise that he’s more than excited to teach his grandson. Before Hada-san retreats behind the door, his statement of “Your boyfriend is a very lovely young man, Y/N!” makes you nearly choke on air.

You try to cover up your little malfunction by coughing into your sleeve.

“So, only your charm then?”

You swear that there’s a light redness to Oikawa’s cheeks. “Okay, maybe I promised to teach his grandson volleyball so that he can let you off early today. With pay.”

“With pay?” you gape as you look between him and the door your boss just disappeared behind. “Have I ever told you about how much I love you?”

“No, but you really should say it more often,” he says cockily at first. With a softer voice he says,”It sounds nice coming from you.”

You try to keep your face neutral. Even after everything, Oikawa’s breakup with Hishoko has only intensified your feelings for him. Especially since Hishoko herself has been bugging you about confessing to him ever since their breakup happened (though she won’t give you any other reason to do so other than just do it, trust me).

You start to strip the gloves off your hands as you say, “Alright, shut the ego up.”

“Get out of that apron then. I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

Oikawa grins. “Well, you’re just gonna have to hurry up and find out aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes at the smug smile on his face before disappearing into the kitchen. At the counter, Hada-san is busy with creating a batch of cookies that will have to freeze overnight. You smile sheepishly at him when he looks up from chopping blocks of chocolate.

“That boy cares a lot about you, you know.” He lets out a chuckle. “He practically begged me to let you off early.”

You remember how he mistook Oikawa as your boyfriend earlier and shake your head at him. “We’re only friends, Hada-san. He’s just like that.”

“Friends?” He pauses his chopping once more to give you an almost incredulous look. “Really?”

You offer your boss a small smile. “Yeah. That’s all we ever are.”

He just shrugs. “You should tell him how you feel, you never know.”

“He doesn’t feel the same, it’s practically a lost cause at this point.” You try to hide the bitterness in your voice as you hang your apron up near the small rack at the far end of the kitchen.

Hada-san clicks his tongue. “Hmm, my head baker giving up? I don’t like to see that. But hey, it’s your life. Just make sure you don’t have any regrets.”

You wonder what could be so interesting about your miserable love life that even your boss is attempting to give you advice. “Of course, Hada-san.” You stop right before the door. “I should get going. I’ll see you on Monday.”

He lets out a small hum of agreement. You turn to push the door open.

“Y/N, one last thing.” You pause. Hada-san flashes you a small grin. “I think you need to look a little closer.”

“So. What’s the surprise?”

Oikawa raises an eyebrow at you. “It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, now would it Y/N-chan?”

“We’ve been walking for 20 minutes and you still jump at any mention of ‘surprise’.”

“Because it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

You groan and place you head in your hands. “I hate you,” you mumble.

“You love me.” Even though you can’t see him, you know for sure that Oikawa’s currently sporting a teasing grin on his lips.

You let your hands drop back down to your sides and your left hand brushes against Oikawa’s right hand lightly. You merely shake your head at him, already over the irony of those words. The two of you continue walking in a relatively comfortable silence.

“Okay now close your eyes,” Oikawa instructs. The two of you are standing at the edge of the park near Seijoh. Oikawa peers at you with an almost pleading look. You raise a brow at him. “Just do it,” he pleads again.

You have half a mind to pretend to refuse in closing your eyes, but Oikawa’s pleading eyes are ten times harder to resist when they turn golden under the setting sun.

“Fine,” you mumble before reluctantly letting your eyes flutter closed. You feel a larger, more calloused hand being slipped into yours and fight the urge to smile.

You let yourself be guided by the pull of Oikawa’s hand in yours and only hope that you don’t fall straight onto your face. The two of you only walk for a maximum of two minutes before you feel Oikawa’s hand starts jostling wildly as if he’s making exuberant hand motions with his other hand.

“Tooru? Can I open my eyes now?”

“No!” comes his almost panicked reply.

“Are you in any immediate danger? What’s going on?”

Instead of a reply, you feel the hand that’s intertwined with yours only move more jerkily. “I’m opening my eyes.”

Before Oikawa can even let out another high-pitched squeak, you let your eyes open.

Your mouth nearly drops open at the sight. In front of you is what looks to be a picnic blanket, a basket off to the corner, three guilty-looking Seijoh third-years, and one cake collapsed into two pieces on the picnic blanket.

“Makki? Mattsun? Iwa? ‘Kawa, what’s all this?”

“Y/N-chan, please avert your eyes. I’m about to commit three murders.” Oikawa briefly turns his head to you and sends you an exaggerated grin before directing a glare in the direction of Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa. “Please tell Coach that he will have to find a few new players for the team.”

You blink between him and the three figures staring sheepishly at the both of you.

Makki’s eyes switch between the ruined cake and you. “Surprise?”

Oikawa’s hand slips from yours as he places his head in his hands and groans. You’re left to stare at the three on the picnic blanket and at the cake laying in pieces on the ground. From it you can see vanilla cake, white frosting, and strawberries. Your baker’s instinct cringes at the fact that a perfectly good cake went to waste.

Iwaizumi clears his throat. You’re surprised that even he looks a little guilty. “Uh, I’m just gonna … take these two dumbasses away. You two … figure shit out.” His eyes flick to Oikawa. “Good luck.”

You watch as Iwaizumi drags Makki and Mattsun away from the picnic blanket. From where you’re standing, you can already see that an argument has started between them.

A sigh from besides you catches your attention. You turn to look at Oikawa to find him staring at the picnic blanket with hands on his hips and a frown on his face.

“Tooru? What’s going on?”

Oikawa’s frown only deepens. “This was meant to be the way that I confess to you.”

You swear that your heart stops beating. For a second, you almost panic at the very real possibility that your heart actually stopped.

“Confess … confess what?”

“I think you’re plenty smart enough to figure it out, Y/N-chan.”

If a brain could actually sputter and malfunction like a broken car, you’d say that your brain came pretty close to doing so. He’s right. You’re plenty smart and have been in enough relationships to understand what he’s implying.

But that doesn’t mean that it feels real.

You pause. “But … you don’t like me like that.” The statement is more for your own head to get a grip rather than an actual response to Oikawa. It’s hard to erase the constant nagging insecurity you have when it comes to him ever reciprocating your feelings.

“You don’t actually believe that do you?” Oikawa’s voice is mildly panicked.

“But Hishoko-”

“We broke up because I realized my feelings for you.”

You stare at him. “But. You like me? That doesn’t-”

Oikawa turns so that his body is completely angled toward you. Whatever ending you had for your sentence dies on your lips when that smile that’s only slightly upturned makes its way onto his lips and he says, “I’m in love with you, Y/N-chan.”

Your breathing stops for just a moment. Your lips part in surprise.

“You’re … in love with me?”

Oikawa looks at you like you’ve just said the most obvious thing in the world. “I called you at 3 A.M every night without fail even when I had a girlfriend that I could be talking to.”

“We always did that.” You shake your head. “Maybe not every night, but you still called sometimes.”

The tips of Oikawa’s small smile perk upwards the slightest bit. “I did it because your voice was the only thing that calmed me down enough that I could finally sleep.”

“Really?” You feel your mouth go dry.

Oikawa shakes his head and lets out a little chuckle. “I spent two weeks trying and failing to bake a cake while potentially almost burning my oven because I wanted this to be special. I even had this whole paper mapped out with how I would decorate it.” He pauses. “I think I was a little over my head with that.”

His gaze falls on the ruined cake that’s laying on the checkered picnic blanket. “We were supposed to have this cute little picnic that I read about on the internet and you’d forget that you were slightly mad at me for keeping secrets from you and then I’d slice a piece of cake for you. There’s even a little banner on the cake that Mattsun helped me make. I hoped that somewhere along the way, I’d figure out how to do the actual confessing stuff. But then we got here and apparently some kid ran into Makki while he was holding the cake and really Mattsun made most of the cake, but we were all really proud of it and now the cake’s a mess.”

A pout finds its way onto Oikawa’s lips and you get the urge to kiss it off his mouth. You shake your head and focus instead on what he just said.

“All of that … for me?”

“What part of ‘I’m in love with you’ did you not understand Y/N-chan?” Oikawa chuckles lightly. “Oh, this might be a good time to show you what the cake was supposed to tell you. I think you’ll like it. It might just be my favorite quote of all time. The author was a genius.”

He walks to the fallen cake and bends down to sift through the remains. He calls you over when he seems to have found it. When you bend down next to him, you see that he’s pointing to one of those little banner things that you’ve stuck into cupcakes denoting ‘it’s a girl!’ multiple times. But what’s written on this banner isn’t “it’s a girl”. Instead, it reads “I mildly like you more than like.”

“You remembered me saying that?”

Oikawa turns his head to look at you. The combination of the look in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips nearly knocks the wind out of you. It does so because it’s not any different from how he’s always looked at you. You always believed that you would never get to be privy to Oikawa ever looking at you with love in his eyes and yet, he’s done it all this time.

“Take a look around you Y/N-chan,” Oikawa whispers. He shifts his gaze upwards. “Look at the tree we’re at.”

You stand. In front of you is the tree you pulled Oikawa against when you kissed him.

“I can’t believe you remembered that.”

Oikawa stares at the tree fondly. It’s almost as if he’s reliving the memory. “That kiss quite literally turned my entire life upside down. I would never forget the moment I first started to realize that I was in love with you.”

“So something did change because of that kiss? I didn’t imagine it?”

A chuckle escapes Oikawa’s lips. “If you mean that you sent my thoughts spiralling into overdrive, then yeah, I guess you could say something changed.”

You stay silent, your thoughts buzzing. You’re not questioning it anymore - he’s in love with you.

“Y/N-chan?”

You turn to gaze at him. He’s here and he’s proclaiming to you what you’ve wanted for so long.

“Kiss me.”

Oikawa’s reaction is almost synonymous to the reaction you had when he first asked you to kiss him to get rid of those girls. “What?”

For the first time since he began confessing, you smile up at him. “You know, cause if you do, you’d know that I might be a little bit in love with you too.”

Oikawa looks as if he might be frozen in place. His eyes are wide as he blinks at you.

“So? Are you going to do it or not?”

He shakes his head and seems to be moving with reality again. With a step towards you, he gently cups your jaw and tips his mouth down to yours.

His other hand comes down to hold your waist with light fingers, sending a shiver up your spine. Your hands come up to rest against his chest. Oikawa smiles against your lips when he notices the reaction he elicited from you.

This kiss is softer that the kiss you two shared before, but you can feel every single word that came from Oikawa’s mouth about his love for you being reinforced with the way his lips move gently against yours. The action is still dizzying to you, as if his lips are lined with something addicting. You’re more than willing to get lost in it.

Oikawa’s the first to pull away. When you open your eyes, his gaze still hovers lightly over your features warmly. His thumb stays situated at your jaw, moving in circular movements. You can’t help the grin that makes its way onto your face. “So, how was it? Any plans to get a girlfriend in approximately two weeks time without telling me?”

A laugh escapes his lips at that - a melodic sound that you want to bottle up. “No, but I do have plans on getting a girlfriend in approximately two seconds. I think she might say yes.”

“I feel incredibly sorry for said girl.”

Oikawa gasps in a playful manner. “Y/N-chan!”

You roll your eyes, but the widening grin on your face ruins the act. “Yes, I will take on the burden of being the person that’s liable to be annoyed by you 24 hours a day.”

Oikawa pouts, looking much like a child and a dog all in one.

“Don’t make that face.”

“You’re mean,” Oikawa huffs. You let out a laugh. “Tell me that you love me and maybe I’ll reconsider crying in the middle of this park.”

Oikawa turns his head upwards pettily, eliciting another chuckle from you. “I’ll do you one better.” You bend down and pick up the banner from the cake and hold it up to Oikawa with a grin.

Oikawa still doesn’t budge. In fact, he only tightens his crossed arms and holds his head so high that you start to wonder if his neck is doing okay.

An idea pops into your head as you stare down at the small banner written in Oikawa’s handwriting. The banner is still attached to a chunk of cake.

With a grin, you take the bit of cake stuck to the bottom of the banner insert and smear it onto Oikawa’s lips. His reaction is instantaneous.

“Y/N-chan!” His mouth falls open in shock. You laugh heartily at the way his mouth is now covered in frosting and cake crumbles. Oikawa flashes a competitive smile in your direction. “Oh no. You don’t get to get away with that.” Your laughter stops.

You see him pick up a bit of cake and set his eyes on you before you get the mind to start running. You know that this game of tag is gonna be a game that you lose because his legs are much longer than yours, but you run anyway. You’re only able to run a few feet when Oikawa’s hands come to snatch you at the waist.

You wriggle in his grasp as he smears the cake onto your mouth. The sweet taste of buttercram frosting enters your tastebuds and you get the random thought that this cake is delicious pops into your head.

The two of you laugh as your hands wrap around his neck and your head comes to rest on his chest, the fabric of his clothing muffling your laughter. His arms are wrapped around the small of your back. You wonder what you two must look like to onlookers at the moment.

With a final laugh, you look up at Oikawa. He’s still laughing, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that he’s yours now. This Oikawa - the one that can’t bake for shit, that one that calls you at ungodly hours in the night, the one that gently strokes your jaw as his lips move against your own - is now yours.

His face is gorgeous as it contorts into a laugh that makes him tip his head backwards. And as the sun perfectly encapsulates his features in a golden light, you’re reminded that you’re sickeningly in love with this boy standing in front of you.

When his laughing stops and his gaze turns back to you, you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his mouth down to yours.

This time, he tastes like frosting and vanilla cake.

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AHH that’s a wrap! i hope the ending was satisfactory and i would love to hear what you guys thought about the last chapter!

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[nekkid-karli]

Parlez-vous sexe?

My entire life, I’ve gone through stages of near obsession with different things:  there was a scrapbooking period; a tennis period; a painting period; a radio contest winning period;  a swinging period; a running period; a concerts period; a health nut period. All of these have lasted different amounts of time.  While I only made one scrapbook, S and I have swung for many many years. What can I say - I guess some hobbies are just more fun. 

At the moment, I have two huge passions.  Travel and sex. In the last year, I’ve been to 23 countries and have been with around 50 men.  (My need for organization and record keeping means that I have a spreadsheet for both, so yes, I know all the exact numbers.)   I’ve mentioned what a fan I am of Tinder - the app combines the two passions seamlessly.

Somewhere on my travels, I must have been swiping in the vicinity of an Eastern European film producer.  I’m pretty sure we were both in Turkey at the time, but by the time we matched, we were back in our respective home countries.  Well, who am I to make some measly 5,000 miles into an issue?  

I had been enjoying our chats for about a month when I mentioned that I was itching to go somewhere while the rest of my family will be on a boys’ trip.  Lucky for me, the Producer was kind enough to take the bait and invite me to come hang with him in Cannes.  

I decided I’d spend a few nights with the Producer in the South of France, but that I should probably stop in Paris for a few days first, as it’s been a while since I’d had macarons while walking down the Champs-Élysées.  (Fuck, that was a ridiculous sentence. I rolled my eyes at myself on your behalf.) Well, if I’m going to be in Paris, that means I’m going to need to find me some company.

First things first: get in touch with Frenchy and see if he’s around.  (He is! Yay!) Next up: Tinder. (Plans with two more guys. Double yay!)  

WEDNESDAY 

I landed on Wednesday, took a quick nap and a hot shower, and went out to walk around Montmartre and meet my first date, #134.  He was great - has traveled a lot, so we had lots to talk about. There was a temporary Banksy exhibit in town, which was really cool to walk through.  We went for drinks, then dinner with wine, then more drinks… and while I wasn’t particularly feeling sparks, the alcohol made me horny. This guy was really just so nice - including in bed.  Which is… nice… I guess. He got up early for work and I went back to sleep.

THURSDAY

I was really excited to meet this next guy!  He grew up in Lyon, lived in the US in his early 20s, and now lives on the outskirts of Paris.  His English is nearly perfect, and we really had a great time chatting on Tinder.  

The plan was to go to Lyon for the day and overnight, so he could show me around his old digs.  I could tell he was nervous when he picked me up, but as the conversation began to flow, he quickly relaxed.  I loved making out at all the stops and towns along the way - this guy was a really great kisser! He took me to an amazing dinner that night, and when we came back to the room, I realized that his oral talents are not just limited to languages and kissing.  HOLY CRAP - that tongue!  

We had sex for a little while, but Lyon guy and I are both very oral, so there was a lot of mouth stuff going on that night.  I must say, for a first time, I felt surprisingly comfortable with him. I normally worry about one thing or another, but this was just straight up pleasure.  

FRIDAY

After a little more action the following morning, (both sexual and sightseeing,) it was a melancholy ride back to Paris.  We were both sad to be saying goodbye. Hopefully it’s not forever.

Lyon guy dropped me off at my hotel, and I got showered and ready for my evening.  Remember Frenchy, the guy I had met at the Florida swingers club? Well, he had two days in a row planned for us.  This first night, he was coming over with two of his friends - a girl and a guy. Both smoking-hot. We got down to business pretty quickly.  The girl and I were really into each other and the guys were sitting on the side chatting for a while while she and I touched and made out. (Kind of glad my French wasn’t better… this way it was just background noise.)  I licked her until she came, and when she returned the favor, one of the guys decided to make use of my mouth.  

At some point, the guys pulled us apart and took turns fucking us.  The grand finale was when the girl had had enough, and sat back and watched the three of us.  I was on my back, with my head hanging back over the bed, sucking Frenchy, with the other guy fucking me.  Frenchy pulled out of my mouth and came all over my tits… and I guess that set the other guy off, because he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and came all over me too.  That was SO RIDICULOUSLY HOT!!!!  

I guess we must have been pretty loud, because the hotel staff was banging on our door and yelling up to our window the entire time.  Thankfully they had no right to enter and they didn’t kick me out of the hotel, as it was really late when we were done... and I really didn’t want to have to wander around with smudged makeup and all my luggage in the dark.  The couple got a very stern talking-to when they left the room, and when Frenchy and I went to get something to eat later, the manager had a long lecture with several threats for us.  

Later that night, Frenchy and I had a really great one-on-one session… we were both really into it. I was going crazy on top of him and it was AMAZING.  He was slapping my face and my boobs and it was just making me go more and more crazy riding him. Every bruise and every sore muscle was well earned and appreciated.  

SATURDAY

Unfortunately, we woke up to a family emergency and Frenchy had to leave and cancel our plans together for the rest of the day and night.  So I got in touch with a guy I had matched with 6 months earlier who lives in the UK, whom I still had never met. My crossed fingers totally worked - he was going to come to Paris for the night!!!  His train was to get in that evening before dinner!  

I walked around all day, went to Atelier des Lumières, the Louvre, got tons of photos of Parisian streets, picked up some perfume that the Lyon guy turned me on to, and met the Brit back at my hotel in the evening.  

Right from the first impression, this guy totally blew me away.  Like I said, we had been chatting for about 6 months, but it wasn’t frequent and it wasn’t very deep… however in person, we hit it off from the first few words.  By the middle of dinner, I had all kinds of images going through my head - on one hand I wanted us to just keep chatting, but on the other, I couldn’t wait to get back to the room to feel his body on mine.  

Getting into the hotel with him, I was really hoping the front desk people wouldn’t say anything about the noise the previous night.  I didn't need him knowing that there was already cum on these sheets. Thankfully, it was a different lady at the desk. Phew! 

That night was incredible.  The Brit is so tall and strong, I felt like he could make me do anything he wanted… and I would have been happy to.  I honestly thought I was all out of orgasms after these last few crazy days, but it was barely even a challenge for him.  I was honestly shocked. The thing I can’t get out of my head is his hands on my hips while I was riding him. I mean, mine are no little girl hips.  These are good, solid, child-birthing hips. But he was manipulating them on top of him like they were nothing, making his dick hit me inside at angles I didn’t know were possible.   It’s now months later, and I can still practically feel his hands on me.  

SUNDAY

I wanted to touch him and be touched by him all night and following day, and I was really very sad to be separating.  This was not nearly enough time together, and I truly hope we can see each other again. Alas, it was time to head to Cannes, for the original point of this trip - the Producer.

The Producer and his work colleagues met me right at the airport, and I swear, my jaw must have dropped when I saw them all.  The photos I had seen didn’t do them any justice. The entire group was of the ridiculously well-dressed, tall, perfectly 5-o’clock shadow-ed can’t-look-directly-at-them variety, and I couldn’t have felt cooler being seen with them. We took a car to the beautiful apartment overlooking the Mediterranean coastline, dropped off our bags, (of which they only allowed me to lift my small pocketbook,) and went out to dinner.  

On top of being the juiciest eye candy, these guys were seriously some of the nicest people I have ever met.  The number of times they checked to make sure I’m not too cold (“let me give you my jacket!”,) that my food is okay (and offered me some of theirs,) that the music is okay (were they going to ask the restaurant to change it?,) kept my wine and water glasses filled, apologized if they slipped into not speaking English for a second, explained every one of their inside jokes and comments… Not to mention, the foodie in me was beyond pleased.  I mean, I was floating somewhere way above cloud 9 the entire evening.  

Back in the apartment with the Producer, in our bedroom, the urgency of the entire thing was real.  Clothes were flying. Tongues were everywhere. Wait, no, scratch that. Not everywhere. Remember how I said that I’m very oral?  Well, I meant that both ways. The Producer loves to be sucked, (I know, shocking,) but is not big on returning the favor. On the plus side, he’s very controlling in bed, which you may have noticed I absolutely LOVE.  I was so turned on - absolutely soaking wet. It was all really hot. Really really hot. But…

But he kept us changing positions often.  And (this is something I’ve never experienced before,) he came many times throughout the night, and although he was ready to go again right away, it put an off-beat rhythm on the night.  So while the sex was great, I just couldn’t actually get to an orgasm. Which was pretty frustrating, because I was SO FREAKING HORNY.

MONDAY

I walked around town all day while the Producer & Co did whatever it was they were there to do.  In the evening, I got dressed up and joined them at a party. The kind with free-flowing champagne, gift bags, and a few faces I actually recognized.  Afterwards, we all went to another foodie-approved dinner, had some drinks, and the two of us took a walk on the beach before going back to the apartment.

I tried to pull the Producer out onto the balcony, but he didn’t want his housemates to catch us naked out there.  (I certainly would not have minded that. And if they wanted to join in, that would have been more than fine as well.)  So - back in the room, more of the same sex as the previous night. It was so good, lots of fun, huge turn on… and when he fell asleep, I finished myself off and went to sleep too.  

TUESDAY

The Producer and I went for a lengthy walk, lunch, and since there was nobody in the apartment, we finally did it out on the balcony!  In daytime! So if anyone was looking up… Hehe… It went from the balcony, to the dining room table, (me lying on my back, him standing,) to him cumming all over my face; with the entire thing filmed for posterity.  (Love my little phone stand!)

At night, there was some more hot action.  He’s so good at being dominant - I was loving him telling me what to do.  After he was asleep, I came in the shower and joined him for some Zzzs.

This had been such a fun several days.  This guy and his friends are really possibly the biggest gentlemen I’ve met in my life.  They’re all very educated, super quick-witted and charming, were curious about my marriage and how this all works (it always makes me wonder when people don’t ask questions about that,) and actually listened when I spoke.  But these few days were enough for now. Going through our travel schedules, we figured out that we’ll be in LA at the same time again in a few months, and maybe we’d meet again. (Spoiler alert: we do.)

WEDNESDAY

I woke up at 5 and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to go running and see the sunrise.  When I run and get into a groove with it, it’s almost a meditative experience for me. Just hearing my breath and my steps, the world is drowned out around me - it’s restorative.  Same goes for sunrise or sunset, especially when I can watch it happen over the water. This was the perfect last morning for this trip. I ran and reflected on all the events. All the men.  All the experiences. 

All these adventures, and I couldn’t wait to get back to my normal life.  There’s nothing like being wrapped around my amazing husband, in our bed, with my head on his chest.  Most of all, as I ran, I thought about how grateful I am to him for allowing me - no, for encouraging me - to live my life in a way that makes me happy.   When we’re happy individually, we’re that much happier together, as a couple. I love my husband. I love my life. Fuck societal norms.  

[katie-dub]

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year: The Second Annual Hot Chocolate Contest

Several of you wanted a follow up to The First Annual Hot Chocolate Contest. This one turned out unexpectedly sad - although as ever, there’s a happy ending - but, be careful what you wish for I guess?

Thanks for all your support for these festive fics! 

If you want to keep the Captain Swan love going into the New Year there are two projects you might want to get involved in: 

@csjanuaryjoy​ is a month-long celebration of new Captain Swan creations. For every day in January there’ll be a new fan work (fic, art, videos, fanmixes) on the theme of joy to keep the January blues away. We’re still looking for creators to get involved so head over here to see what it’s all about!

Then in February the Captain Swan Little Bang starts - a collaborative project bringing artists and authors together to create beautiful art to complement beautiful one shots. You have until 15 December to sign up as an artist if you’re interested so head over to @captainswanbigbang​ and read all about it.

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Day 1 |  Day 2 |  Day 3 |  Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8

The Second Annual Hot Chocolate Contest

For the second year in a row, Emma Swan was ridiculously invested in the results of a hot chocolate contest. But in a twist that she never saw coming, she didn't want the win for herself, but for Killian.

Even if Killian had made it clear that whatever she thought was between them was absolutely over.

And that was fine.

It's not that they were together or anything, but after the kiss they had shared at last year's contest, she'd found herself noticing everything he did for her and gravitating towards him more and more. They hadn't ever said anything, but soon they were doing everything together and he'd become a part of the family. Hell, he was even teaching Henry to sail. 

She knew that he wasn't actually her boyfriend. There would have been kisses and sex and actual dates with a boyfriend, but damn if he wasn't more or less her boyfriend in every other respect. 

He had even taken to sleeping over when a movie marathon with her and Henry went on too late, or when they'd been out drinking with the gang and he had to escort her home and it would just be rude of her not to invite him in for a night cap. At first he had always slept on the couch, but one drunken night she demanded that he share her bed and after that, he slept with her. He was still a perfect gentleman and never made a move, but more often than not on those nights she fell asleep and woke up in his arms.

She had finally worked up the nerve, with Henry's enthusiastic support, to ask him out. (Because seriously, if he spent another night in her bed just holding her when she was desperate for more she was going to scream.)

And of course that's when everything had suddenly changed.

He had unexpectedly gone out of town for a couple of days and when he returned he was a little distant with her. At first that was all - he seemed tired and sad when she saw him. He somehow lacked that Killian Jones sparkle. She had stepped up her flirting game, trying to bring back his flirtatious side with her own cheeky innuendos, but that only seemed to irritate him.

Then he started actively avoiding her.

He stopped dropping by just because, he made excuses to avoid plans, and he even cancelled Henry's sailing lessons. She knew that it wasn't just her, all their friends were reporting that he'd gone AWOL. But no one else spent as much time with him as she did, so no one else felt the loss as badly.

Then Tink came to live with him and everything became clear.

He'd found himself a real girlfriend and no longer had time for an almost one.

She couldn't say that it wasn't a shock.

Not least because Tink was an ex and one that Emma would never have expected him to get back together with. In a drunken night Killian and Emma had shared everything about their pasts and Tink was someone he met while spending a year in New Zealand. To hear him tell it, they were only together because the tiny town they lived in had so little going for it that sex and alcohol were the only available pastimes. While she couldn't say that she wasn't at all jealous when he talked about how adventurous Tink was in bed (or out of it) in great detail, she never felt like Tink was anything more than an amazing fuck buddy.

Apparently she had that really wrong.

Still though, Emma found that she couldn't bring herself to hate Killian. She had been the one to always draw the line at friendship for them, who could blame him for moving on?

She just missed him.

She hadn't really realised how much until she brought her spiced rum and hot chocolate made with coconut milk and topped with coconut flakes to the contest. Ruby refused to even taste it, so strong was her hatred of coconut and Regina “doesn't do rum”. But Killian? His eyes had lit up at the very idea and he'd called it heavenly. And of course he would, she knew that he thought that chocolate and coconut combined was a gift from the gods. She hadn't intended to make the perfect hot chocolate for Killian Jones and no one else, but he was so much on her mind that she couldn't help it.

And yet, delighted though he had been, she couldn't help but notice that he didn't seem as exuberant as he once was. He seemed somehow duller - a little grey where once he was all vibrant colours.

She found herself eyeing Tink suspiciously, wondering if she was the reason for this new and subdued Killian.

She hoped that winning the contest would bring back his sparkle.

After last year's standoff, Mary Margaret had insisted on a secret vote. Emma couldn't blame her, it's not like she knew that Emma was rooting for Killian this time.

Everyone had made their choices, and they were ready to reveal the winner. They just had to wait for Killian and Tink to get back from.. wherever they had gone. Emma couldn't bear to think about what exactly they might be doing.

And, typically she really needed to pee. She hoped that she could hold it in until they were back in the room and there was no chance she’d run into them making out, but eventually she couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up to leave.

“Oh, if you’re going out the room, can you let Killian and Tink know that we’re waiting?” Mary Margaret asked. Caught on the spot as she was, Emma couldn’t think of an excuse not to and she nodded with what she hoped was a smile, although it was probably more of a grimace.

Maybe she could walk to the bathroom with her eyes closed?

You need to get over this thing Killian. It’s really not healthy. She told herself sternly.

As she headed for the bathroom, she heard the sound of voices coming from the bedroom. Good, they were just talking, that was fine, that she could handle.

“Don’t you think you should tell them?”

“We said we’d keep it between us.” Emma paused, what should Killian tell them? Her mind was reeling, was this something the reason for Killian’s strange behaviour recently? Was it a good thing or a bad thing? Oh God, what if they were pregnant and he didn’t want to say anything because he thought that she would react badly?

She was spiralling quickly and knocked on the door to save herself from hearing anything else. She pushed the door open and they both sprange to their feet, looking strangely guilty.

“We’re ready to count the votes and stuff,” she mumbled and looked up at them. Killian had more buttons undone than he had when they’d left the room. He looked a little sweaty and breathless. Her eyes widened, had she interrupted a post-coital chat? “Wait, were you two…?” she trailed off, not really wanting to ask that question (or more accurately, to hear their answer.

“No!” Tink cried horrified at the exact moment that Killian said “perhaps” with a smirk. Tink glared at him and whacked him on the arm.

Emma really didn’t want to know.

“Everyone’s waiting,” she said bluntly and stalked to the bathroom.

She took far longer than necessary, giving herself time to calm down so that she didn’t cause a scene and ruin Killian’s big moment. (She was pretty sure he was going to win. He’d stepped up his game from already near-perfection last year with a minty hot chocolate with homemade red and white striped mini mint marshmallow on top of his typically perfect cream swirl and with a generous dusting of edible glitter.)

She finally returned and the votes were read out - aside from Killian’s vote for her, the decision was unanimous: Killian had won.

He stood and bowed. “Thank you all for your votes. It’s glad to know that my friends have such good taste and understand when they are in the presence of great-” he broke off mid speech, clutching at his heart with a groan.

Emma’s blood ran cold. She’d always thought that was a weird expression, but on seeing the man she loved suddenly in excruciating pain, she literally felt like she had ice running through his veins.

She ran to his side, but he swatted her away. “Tink -” he rasped pleadingly. Of course. He wanted his girlfriend in his time of need. Unrequited love really was a bitch.

She stepped back and to her surprise Tink was checking his pulse and helping him to sit back down. She looked between the two of them in shock and confusion. Why would she check his pills? Was Killian ill? Was this what she had overheard them discussing?

“Killian, please, let me tell your friends,” Tink begged and Killian eventually nodded. Emma watched her warily, unsure of what she might have to say. “Killian has coronary heart disease.” Emma felt like she’d been stabbed through the heart. She let out a distressed whimper that had Killian looking to her and attempting to give her a reassuring smile. It might have worked better if he weren’t so pale.

“He had a heart attack in October,” Tink continued, “at the time he had a surgery that should have helped him to manage the condition. However, it didn’t work as well as hoped and he needs another procedure, which he’s having this week. I’m Killian’s nurse and I’ve been living with him to help him manage day to day. He should be able to regain his independence and get rid of me at last -” “- good riddance -” Killian interrupted playfully “- once he’s recovered from this procedure.”

Emma’s knees gave out and she realised that Mary Margaret was wrapped around her, offering support and holding her upright.

Her brain didn’t know how to process everything she had just heard. Killian was sick. He had had a heart attack. He had hidden this from her. He wasn’t dating Tink.

God, what a terrible thing to fixate on now. He was ill, really ill and all she could think about was that maybe she stood a chance. Although, he’d never told her about any of this, had he? He’d run away from her instead of letting her support him. She felt incredibly angry at the thought.

“What the fuck, Killian?” she straightened up and pushed Mary Margaret away. His eyes widened as she stalked closer. “Why didn’t you tell me - tell us - didn’t I, didn’t we, deserve to know? Do I really mean that little to you?”

“Let’s give them some privacy,” David said, ushering everyone out of the room, but Emma barely heard him.

“You really think that, Emma?” Killian asked quietly. “After everything, you think that you don’t matter to me?”

She stomped over to him and slumped on the couch next to him. “What else can I think? You just left me and found someone else.”

“I left you? I didn’t know we were together?” She turned to glare at him and was surprised to see that he looked pleased.

“Look, I know I never said anything, but yeah, I thought that we were something and then you just pulled a disappearing act and then you were living with Tink and what was I meant to think?”

“Oh, Emma.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side. She settled her head against his chest, listening for the sound of his traitorous heart beat. They stayed like that for several minutes, neither one saying a word.

She sniffed loudly and was startled by the sound, she hadn’t actually realised that she was crying. Killian gently moved her so he could look her in the eye and wiped away her tears.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to mess everything up so badly.

“When I - when I got sick it just threw me completely. I’ve always been a sailor and I’ve always thought of myself as a survivor and all of a sudden I couldn’t go out on the water and my body was giving up on me. I didn’t know how to cope and I didn’t want to be a burden to you.

“Half the time I shut myself away because I was in too much pain, the other half I was just convinced that you wouldn’t want me around. I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

“You deal with it by coming to me!” Emma cried out, “we could have got through it together!” Killian smiled at her, eyes full of adoration. “What?” she asked hotly.

“You’re using that word again.”

“What word?”

“Together. I like the sound of that.” She smiled despite herself. “Do you - do you still want that?”

She found that she didn’t have the words. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his softly and gently. The kiss was sweet and chaste but full of the promise of so much more. “Yeah, I still want that.”

When the others re-entered the room, Killian and Emma were holding each other close. They were going to get through it all together.

By the time of The Third Annual Hot Chocolate Contest there was a sparkling ring on Emma’s finger and neither one of them needed a win. They already had everything they needed in each other’s arms.

#cs ff #cs fanfics #cs au #captain swan #cs christmas #katie dub writes #the most wonderful time of the year

[ficsforlarry]

Fav Fics of All Time: top 20

Each and every fic on this list is absolutely fabulous and I love them all dearly and equally. I’m always so so impressed with how talented the writers in this fandom are and how much time and effort they pour into these works. This is by no means a comprehensive list, nor is it the only available list of top 20 fics in this fandom. This are just my particular faves.

(It’s not really in order at all I love them all equally)

1.  The Finish Line (Is a good place for us to start) by LoadedGunn, 

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

2. Perfect Storm by CherryStreet, 80k

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

3. Escapade by dolce_piccante, 146k

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

4. Here In The Afterglow by FondLeeds, 88k

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

-

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

5. Love Is a Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews, 134k

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

6. Young & Beautiful by VelvetOscar, 227k

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

7. Outwit, Outplay, Outlast by dancesongsoul, lookatyourchoices, 60k

“Tommo and Harry are gonna do it. I don’t know when, but they’re gonna do it. They’ve got the mattress, the pillows, everything’s in place, and they’re gonna do it. I really wish those two the best of luck.” –Taylor Swift, "Chapera"

Or a Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.

Featuring Harry's yellow swim shorts, Louis in snapbacks, and OT5 shenanigans.

8. Unbelievers by IsThatYouLarry, 136k

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

9. California Sold by IsThatYouLarry, 123k

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

10. Shake me Down by AGreatPerhaps12, 208k

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

11. Atlas at Last by louisandthealien, 83k

He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.

Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

12. Like an Endless Summer by objectlesson, 87k

“You just wanna go fawn over Styles as soon as possible,” Zayn grumbles.

“I do not. Plus, he probably got ugly this year. Eighteen is an awkward time...I bet he’s got acne and one of those terrible fuckboy haircuts all the hipsters are getting these days, with the shaved sides? Just watch, the first year we’re gonna get any time together is gonna be the first year I don’t have a stupid crush on him.”

---

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

13. And Then A Bit by InfinitelyMint, 158k

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

14. Pull Me Under by Zarah5, 140k

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

15. Into The Blue by Zarah5, 117k

AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

16. Never Be by CherryStreet, 117k

Monica: You've got to see her again. Ross: And why do you care so much? Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy! Ross: You had fantasies about Emily? Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

17. Do Not Go Gentle by Afirethatcannotdie, 70k

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

18. Got The Sunshine on My Shoulders by HattaLove, 124k

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

19. Roots by CherryStreet, 40k

There aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.

Enter Louis Tomlinson.

20. Wear It Like A Crown by Zarah5, 141k

AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis' teenage fantasies.

#fav fics #top20 #this has reminded me of so many good authors i gotta reread #if i ever wonder where my time went this summer #this is it #the thousands of k of words i read #jesus i need to chill maybe #wear it like a crown #roots #got the sunshine on my shoulders #unbelievers #california sold #escapade #here in the afterglow #outwit outplay outlast #into the blue #young and beautiful #do not go gentle #pull me under #and then a bit #like an endless summer #atlas at last #shake me down #love is a rebellious bird #perfect storm #the finish line is a good place for us to start #fake relationship #summercampau #exchangestudentau #racingau

[hobimygawd]

Against the Odds Part: 6

MASTERLIST

PART: 1 2 3 4 5 6

“Y/N, do you have any friends that you could visit for the day?” Yoongi broke the silence abruptly, and it threw you off for a second because you were truly enjoying just sitting next to him.

“Huh?” You scrunched your eyebrows at the question.

Yoongi let out a small, but noticeable laugh as he took his thumb and smoothed the tiny wrinkle in your forehead. “I was just wondering if you wanted to leave this house for a little bit. I've been pretty unfair to you, and I trust you. At least I think I do, and I do think you've earned a day out.”

You don't know why you said it, but it was the most honest thing you could've said; “I’m okay just sitting here with you.” To emphasize your point, you slumped back into the side of his body, but you also couldn't help but ask yourself, since when have you been this comfortable with him? When did things change?

You couldn't see his face because he was behind you, but he was kind of shocked at your response. It took him a second to regain his composure, but he did and he kissed your temple as he replied, “then I’ll take the day off.” How is it possible that he can make your heart do things you never knew it could do? How is it possible that you were genuinely happy that he said that? Why did you feel the urge to turn your head and kiss him? You didn't know the answers to these questions, but it didn't matter. You wanted to kiss him, so you did. “What was that for?”

“Just as a thank you.” The blush that was creeping up your cheeks was enough to have you fanning your face, but the obvious embarrassment kept you from doing so, trying to salvage what dignity you had left.

Yoongi was fighting the urge to laugh at your expense, so he decided to shift the subject. “So, do you want to go shopping, or something? I feel like you deserve some retail therapy.”

“I don't really need anything.” You we're trying to turn down his proposition to buy you anything because it's not like you were actively trying to impress anybody. But he was soon shaking his head, having none of your refusal.

“Come on, you’ve been wearing the same sweats for the past week and a half. Plus, I really want to buy you something.” He looked at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage, and you weren't sure if that was something he should even be able to physically do, but he continued to beg with his eyes. “Please.”

“Alright, fine. But I get to pick the store.”

“Deal!”

***

You saw the playful judgement before you heard it. Yoongi groaned when he saw that you had picked a hole in the wall resale shop, but he wasn’t about to be the person that made the smile fade from your face, so he followed you silently. “What?” You asked, looking at him as though you didn’t know that this choice of retail was driving him crazy. You saw, on a daily basis, what he liked to wear, and it appeared to be on the higher end of clothing; brand names and everything of the like. He dresses expensively, but he could afford to after all.

You, on the other hand, could not, and you didn’t think that you were up for wearing something that cost more than your entire life savings plus. So you were glad that he settled and let you literally drag him into the cute little thrift store.

His eyes followed your every movement through the store as he tried to figure out what was so captivating about you. Was it the way you scrunched your nose at something you didn’t agree with or the way you flicked your hair out of your face, or maybe it was the way you doted over the little things. Yoongi watched as you folded another oversized sweater over your forearm. “How many of those things do you really need?” He gestured to the growing pile of clothing to which you glanced at and actually noticed that seven of the ten articles were, in fact oversized sweaters.

“Oh, um. I didn’t really notice.” Just as you were going to put some back, he stopped you.

“If it’s what you want, then I’ll buy it for you. I was just pointing it out.”

The way he was looking into your eyes, made you want to hide in one of those sweaters, but you fought the urge and let the blush creep onto your face. “Thank you.” You touched his hand, but pulled away quickly as a pair of ripped jeans caught your attention.

The two of you made it out of the store with an impressive haul, and you even managed to convince Yoongi to buy a couple of t-shirts that you caught him staring at for himself, but what you were most impressed at, was the fact that the total came out to be less than two hundred dollars.

You wouldn't be surprised if Yoongi admitted to spending just as much on one shirt just because he could, but you really didn't want to have to think about the amount of money that he would spend on the things that shouldn't even cost that much in the first place.

“What do you think of this one?” You walked out of the bedroom in a graphic tee that you absolutely had to have, and a pair of ragged looking jeans. The outfit was a very minimalistic look, but you were a very minimalistic girl. You did a little twirl as to give Yoongi the full effect of the look.

“It looks good, but I just have to ask,” he paused, all of a sudden serious. “Did you have to get the shirt with a giant hippopotamus on it?” He gestures at your shirt as if it somehow affected the way he lived.

“Why? What's wrong with it?” You were almost honestly offended by the comment. It was one of the few things that was making you feel like you weren't living in a nightmare. This little piece of normality was keeping you from breaking down completely, and you really wanted Yoongi to support the way you were trying to assimilate into his life.

“Nothing. It's cute.” Yoongi, treading lightly, began to move towards you. “It just looks a little too cute.” You looked up at him, taken aback by his comment. Was he feeling playful today? He reached out and grabbed the hippo by the face, balling the fabric in his fist, and tugged lightly to pull you flush against him. “I feel like you'll attract too much attention if we went out in that.” He began to lift the hem of the shirt over your frame, and your breath hitched as he made contact with one of your many scars. The scar that stood out the most. The scar that made Yoongi see red. But it was a part of you, and he wouldn't want to change you in any way.

His thumbs began to idly draw circles on your hip bones, moving to his very own rhythm, but it was a rhythm that you were slowly growing familiar with. You inhaled his scent as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yoongi.” You finally exhaled, his name on your lips.

The way you said it affected him in a bigger way than he ever thought anybody could. He growled in response. “Y/N.” Just when your body was seriously beginning to feel the effects of being so close to him, the door from the kitchen swung open, and then you remembered exactly where you were. The main room seemed to shrink to the size of the toy chest, because the person that walked through the door wasn’t just one of Yoongi’s goons. It was Jungkook.

You had done pretty well at keeping your distance, and avoiding him. You didn’t want to make things between you guys more awkward, but it seemed like that was no longer going to work. Jungkook acted before he thought about what the consequences would be, and before you had time to react, he was storming over to Yoongi. He grabbed Yoongi’s shirt in both fists, a violent hold on him as he brought his face mere inches away from Yoongi’s. “What gives you the right to put your hands on me like this?” Yoongi remained calm, eerily calm. The whole atmosphere began to feel suffocating as you watched the scene in front of you.

Jungkook was speaking so quietly, you almost couldn’t make out what he said, but it was also the only sound in the whole house. “The moment you kidnapped her and then brought me here, you gave me the right to reclaim what is mine.”

You saw a shift in Yoongi, and then you realized that he was no longer Yoongi, Min had come out to settle things. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”

“I don’t care who you are, or who you think you are. All I care about is Y/N, and finding a way out of here.”

“There is no way out of here. I should know. I created it. I created all of it. This is my world, kid.” Min released himself from Jungkook’s grip. “I’m the reason why everything is happening. Why everything has happened.” The smug look on Min’s face caused shivers to run down your spine. This was definitely not the person you were growing closer to. Min was a seriously demented person that you would be thankful if you had never met, but that was no longer your reality.

“You mean,” Jungkook wasn’t sure how to form the words, but Min understood.

“Yes. I organized your first job. And, I could’ve paired you with an extremely dominant woman, but what fun would that have been? Huh?” You felt like throwing up as the realization hit you. As if he hadn’t done enough damage, Min spoke again. “I really wasn’t worried about Y/N, but that was before I heard about how scared she was for you. The loyalty was so alluring, I just had to have her.”

“You shut your goddamn mouth!”

“You’re pretty fucking brave, or is it stupidity? I’m not really sure, but I like you kid. I hate to say this, but if you keep going down this path, your bravery can quickly be the reason for your death.”

You honestly couldn’t handle how tense everything had become. It felt like you were trying to breathe underwater, and as soon as you inhaled, your lungs filled with water. You tried for air one last time before you felt completely dizzy and fell to the floor as you passed out.

The two men in the room were almost oblivious to your presence, but the loud thud as you hit the floor, was enough to snap them out of their staring contest. “Shit, Y/N!” Jungkook was by your side first, but Yoongi was quick to push him out of the way.

“Get out, I’ll handle this.” Jungkook hesitated, not wanting to leave you. “Get out! Did you not just hear what I just said? I can end everything you know, make you watch as it happens, and then end you. Do you not get that? Now leave before I help that Hoseok friend of yours get what he wants.” 

Jungkook didn’t know what to think at Yoongi’s threat, but the Hoseok part most definitely threw him off. Hoseok was one of the few people he could trust, but now he wasn’t so sure.

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[blackkeysneedlovetoo]

when boredom strikes 🤘🏽

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF 1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? lol no 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? not today 3. Have you taken someones virginity? yep 4. Is trust a big issue for you? huge 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? it's a complicated situation 6. What are you excited for? being done with school 7. What happened tonight? i just woke up... 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? i don't think it's cute lol 9. Is confidence cute? YES 10. What is the last beverage you had? water 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? probably like 3 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? plenty 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? cry 😥 14. What are you going to spend money on next? probably food 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? already told you it's complicated 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? yes 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? nathan, ashley, my sister or robin 18. The last time you felt broken? currently 🤘🏽 19. Have you had sex today? LOL no 20. Are you starting to realize anything? yeah slowly 21. Are you in a good mood? i'm chillin 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? wtf no 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? the EXACT same 24. What do you want right this second? food 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? id say that i hope he's happy 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? mostly 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? heck no 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? "poops" 😂 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? i will until the day i die 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? i don't know.. 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? noooo 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? uh yeah 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? i love soda 34. Listening to? the fan 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? not really 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? i'm assuming at his house? 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? not really 38. Who did you last call? sis 39. Who was the last person you danced with? ashpy 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? bc he's cute af 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? the day i went to ICE 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? no :( 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? probably 44. Do you tan in the nude? only in a bed 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? nope 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? i mean i always talk to ashley before we go to sleep if that counts 47. Who was the last person to call you? my manager 🙄 48. Do you sing in the shower? like a champ 49. Do you dance in the car? like a professional 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? at ren fest 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? i have no idea 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? NO 53. Is Christmas stressful? sometimes 54. Ever eat a pierogi? never heard of her 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? cherry 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? vet 57. Do you believe in ghosts? lol no 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? all the time 59. Take a vitamin daily? not unless birth control is a vitamin now 60. Wear slippers? nope 61. Wear a bath robe? too hot 62. What do you wear to bed? shirt & panties 63. First concert? britney spears 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? target 65. Nike or Adidas? nike 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? fritos 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? sunflower seeds 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? i almost do 69. Ever take dance lessons? lol probably should but no 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? not really 71. Can you curl your tongue? yes'm 72. Ever won a spelling bee? 2nd place :( 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? yeah 74. What is your favorite book? 50 shades 75. Do you study better with or without music? with 76. Regularly burn incense? ew no 77. Ever been in love? yep 78. Who would you like to see in concert? zac brown band 79. What was the last concert you saw? some psycho rock band that was terrible 80. Hot tea or cold tea? cold 81. Tea or coffee? depends 82. Favorite type of cookie? snickerdoodle 83. Can you swim well? i used to 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? yes... 😂 85. Are you patient? fuck no 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? dj 87. Ever won a contest? no i suck at everything 88. Ever have plastic surgery? gross no 89. Which are better black or green olives? black 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? whatever floats your boat homie 91. Best room for a fireplace? master bedroom 😍 92. Do you want to get married? yeah someday

[shewantsthev]

. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Already did
2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Nope 
3. Have you taken someones virginity? Yeahhh
4. Is trust a big issue for you? Sometimes
5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Yesss
6. What are you excited for? Debate, college, a lot of things with her
7. What happened tonight? I worked and my manager was less of a twat than I expected him to be. 
8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? This is a gross question let girls do whatever the fuck they want they don't need my approval to have a good time 
9. Is confidence cute? It can be very not cute if it's taken to far but sire
10. What is the last beverage you had? Water
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Actually none
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah
13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Not sure yet
14. What are you going to spend money on next? Buying a chair for my dorm room
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Yep
16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Sure. Everyone changes. Not drastically though
17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Logan
18. The last time you felt broken? A while ago I don't recall exactly 
19. Have you had sex today? Nooo. It's a sad day 😂
20. Are you starting to realize anything? I'm starting to realize how fucked up old people are
21. Are you in a good mood? Yeah :) 
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? No? The fuck?
23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? I haven't really paid much attention to his eye color
24. What do you want right this second? Good
25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I would just cry
26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Definitely not
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Logans reaction to the existence of a sex tape 😂
29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Not everyone maybe but most
31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? No?
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Yeah I make it pretty clear
33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Yes actually
34. Listening to? My fan
35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Yeah? Why wouldn't I? 
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? At home
37. Do you believe in love at first sight? To an extent
38. Who did you last call? I'm on the phone with my girlfriend currently
39. Who was the last person you danced with? Logan
40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? I like kissing her?
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? It's been way too long but the cops were handing out some outside of Walmart today and i didn't take any
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No I'm an awful offspring
43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Always?
44. Do you tan in the nude? No maybe I should though
45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Never
46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Yesss
47. Who was the last person to call you? Again. On the phone currently
48. Do you sing in the shower? Rarely but sure
49. Do you dance in the car? All the time
50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yeah I own one but it's been forever since I've used it
51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Probably my school photo?
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? They can be but they're mostly just great
53. Is Christmas stressful? Yeah I hate it
54. Ever eat a pierogi? A what
55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple
56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Lawyer, doctor
57. Do you believe in ghosts? Eh. Not really
58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Too much
59. Take a vitamin daily? Not anymore but I used to
60. Wear slippers? I just can't get behind that whole thing
61. Wear a bath robe? Again no
62. What do you wear to bed? Depends on the day. Mostly just boxers and a large shirt
63. First concert? Demi locator
64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Not Kmart. Probably target but Walmart has its benefits too
65. Nike or Adidas? Both are equal I guess but I got some really comfortable adidas shoes for work and I love how 
66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos
67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Depends on what I want. Probably peanuts?
68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? You Belong to Me 😂
69. Ever take dance lessons? Yeah I was forced to as a small child and I hated it
70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Wellll she wants to be a journalist 
71. Can you curl your tongue? Yeah
72. Ever won a spelling bee? No. I got 2nd even though I was the best damn speller there
73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yeah it's weird
74. What is your favorite book? I get less sure every time I answer this question but Impulse by Ellen Hopkins. There's just so many good books
75. Do you study better with or without music? With
76. Regularly burn incense? Yeah as much as possible but my mom has a weird sensitive nose so I can only do so much. This actually makes me wanna go burn some now though..
77. Ever been in love? I am currently. It's gray. 
78. Who would you like to see in concert? So many. 
79. What was the last concert you saw? Demi locator 
80. Hot tea or cold tea? Hot
81. Tea or coffee? Coffee
82. Favorite type of cookie? Peanut butter
83. Can you swim well? I can't swim at all
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Can people not do that?
85. Are you patient? Not even close
86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ because variety is important 
87. Ever won a contest? Yeah
88. Ever have plastic surgery? Nope
89. Which are better black or green olives? Gross
90. Opinions on sex before marriage? People can do whatever the fuck they want. I didn't wait 
91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room? Or den. I want a library with one 
92. Do you want to get married? Yes I'm gonna❤️

[lucasflanagan-blog]

The Best Movies of 2016 According to Me and Only Me

I love movies. I love talking about them, talking shit about them, arguing about them and writing about them. This new blog I'm starting is my attempt to get back to basics with what I like to write about the movies I love and hate and everything else in between the highs and lows. Oscar Sunday is the perfect opportunity to discuss what I loved best about this past year. I saw many movies and still somehow seemed to miss a great deal of what I suspect might be worthwhile movies to check out. This stands as a testament to the strength of this past year -- the strongest in recent memory. But let's cut through the bs and get down to it. 

 First off, I want to highlight how strong a year this was for the horror genre. Something happened and horror movies -- a whole mess of them -- delivered in a legit way. Cooties was the best horror comedy I've seen since Shaun of the Dead. Rainn Wilson ruled nearly every minute of that movie. Adam Wingard did some interesting things with The Blair Witch and while that movie didn't entirely work, it's still a nice entry on Wingard's resume. The same goes for James Wan with The Conjuring 2. Not perfect but still a solid movie. 10 Cloverfield Lane and Green Room might not exactly be horror movies but they both slipped into the genre rather nicely while never being hampered by traditional genre trappings. The Mind's Eye was an extremely weird and crazy as shit little telekinesis movie. The Witch was a terrific exercise in slow building dread while still hiding so much more underneath the surface. Light's Out and Don't Breathe were, on the surface, more traditional fare but over delivered in every conceivable way. Specifically, Don't Breathe which always zigged when you expected a zag. Lastly, The Autopsy of Jane Doe and I'm not saying anything else about this movie except: SEE THIS MOVIE! There is one more horror movie to talk about but it nearly snuck into my top ten and will thus be discussed in this next section.

 Now, getting closer to the main course. In trying to pare down to a top ten, I was shocked at how many movies I was originally considering. This speaks to two things: How many great movies I saw this year and how close some of them were for me. Dr. Strange is definitely the craziest Marvel movie I've seen to date. Lion surprised me with how touched I was by what, on the surface, was a traditional, sappy, awards-bait story. Dev Patel was magnificent in showing the turmoil of going twenty-five years without finding your way home. Hidden Figures was the feel good movie of the year. Fences was crushing and while imperfect in it's pacing and constant tendency toward monologues, which is never great to watch on screen as opposed to seeing it live, the highs were really, REALLY high. Hacksaw Ridge was Mel Gibson's most complete effort as a director since Braveheart and while pretty standard, it was still a handsome production. The Lobster was definitely not for everyone and I'll definitely not be able to recommend it to anyone I know but for me, it totally worked. I found this movie hilarious at times. Is something wrong with me? Don't answer that. Next up is The Wailing, a Korean horror movie about...well, it's a Korean horror movie. It's about the Devil? Maybe? Whatever, the movie was nuts in all the best ways.

 This next group of movies is still in the same boat but were either made by some of my favorite directors or based on or part of something else I adore. Nicolas Winding Refn is a polarizing figure. I find the man to be a genius behind the lens and The Neon Demon felt like him summing up his career to this point while still projecting how he feels about the industry in general. Everybody Wants Some was marketed as a spiritual successor to Dazed and Confused and while that's a fairly accurate tag, the movie speaks more to the bonds of friendship and new love. Linklater is as good a filmmaker as there is working today. Everything he does just works for me. I feel like we speak the same film language. The Jungle Book surprised me. Rudyard Kipling is one of my favorite authors but this movie didn't look special to me in any way upon it's release. Word of mouth led me to an eventual viewing and I was stunned. It's one of the most useful applications of CGI I've ever seen in a movie. Nailed it. Oh Rogue One. I really don't know how this didn't make my top ten list. I love Star Wars and this easily ranks as the third best Star Wars movie ever. The best depiction of Darth Vader ever. Holy shit. Midnight Special made me cry. Hard. On an airplane. In front of a lot of strangers. Michael Shannon is in the discussion of greatest actors of his generation and kills it in this movie. Joel Edgerton has quickly become one of my new favorites and Jeff Nichols is the best filmmaker in the business right now. And finally, the final movie to JUUUUUUST miss making the cut. Arrival. Awesome, quiet, meditative movie and when the pieces of it's puzzle finally fall into place, you're left stunned in the best possible way. And next up for Denis? The Blade Runner sequel. Get psyched. 

 And now for my top ten. (Note: The top three movies were so close and are constantly playing leap frog. As I'm writing this, I still don't know which is going to be number one for me. And yes, I know it's February and nearly March. Don't look here for sense.) 

 10. THE HANDMAIDEN 

 Chan-wool Park is a madman. His movies are impeccably designed, ultra violent and perverse as hell. This one was no different. Easily the most gorgeous film of the year and full of twists, innovations, titillation and drama. I respect it more than I love it but I respect the living shit out of this movie. 

 9. DEADPOOL 

 Unlike any superhero movie we've yet seen. Violent, sexually deviant, foul-mouthed in the most horrible way but also smart, superbly written, hilarious, violent, sexually deviant and foul-mouthed in the most horrible way. Deal with it prudes. 

 8. THE INVITATION 

 Ahhhh The Invitation. The most contested movie of the year in my house. My wife hated it which killed me a bit. It'll undoubtedly be brought up in our divorce proceedings. Karyn Kusama reminded me of Hitchcock in this movie. Actually, the best ode to Hitchcock since the man himself. She is now on my list of directors whom I see no matter what. What's it about? Who cares? Karyn Kusama directed it. 

 7. THE NICE GUYS 

 Shane Black is a legend. How did this movie get ignored this awards season? Not even for it's script? Maybe the tightest script of the year. For sure, the best dialogue. Gosling and Crowe should spend the rest of their careers working with each other. Amazing movie. 

 6. NOCTURNAL ANIMALS 

 Another on the list of: HOW DID THIS MOVIE GET IGNORED? Tom Ford is carving out a hell of a place for him in Hollywood. A Single Man was amazing and now with Nocturnal Animals, I suspect studios will be hot after Mr. Ford. Also, how can you go wrong with the three best actors working today in the same movie? Shannon, Gylenhall, and Adams all crush here. Such a nasty slice of noir. We haven't seen noir willing to go full noir like this in a long time. I honestly can't remember the last time I saw one willing to be pitch black like Nocturnal Animals. I love when filmmakers don't give a shit about what an audience might think or like and just go out and make a fucking movie. 

 5. MANCHESTER BY THE SEA 

 This is a tough one. It's also another movie that is hard to recommend because it's so soul crushingly sad. But it's also funny and somehow life affirming. It's a great piece of character writing and solid directing by Kenneth Lonergan. Michelle Williams continues to be excellent while Casey Affleck continues to be the best Affleck. Anyone else wondering what Live By Night would have been with Casey playing the lead? 

 4. 20TH CENTURY WOMEN 

 And again another member of the WHERE IS THE LOVE CLUB. Mike Mills wrote the best script of the year. I'm willing to debate but there is really no debate. This was the best written movie of the year. Mills is an amazing talent. And then he went and cast so many people I love. Billy Crudup is great. Greta Gerwig, my wife now understands why I have such a crush on her. She is impossibly cool. Elle Fanning is going to be one of the biggest stars in the world very, VERY soon. Remember that. And finally, Annette Benning has never been better. She was robbed! And this is where things get messy/interesting/crazy/nonsense-y? 

 3. HELL OR HIGH WATER 

 Whoah. This movie was number one on my list for a very long time. Ben Foster gave one of my favorite performances of the year. Jeff Bridges was funny and badass at the same time and Chris Pine was incredibly authentic as a man willing to put literally everything on the line for his family. This was noir and a western at the same time and that ain't easy to pull off. Impeccably written and basically told two separate stories about varying degrees of brotherhood at the same time while still having plenty to say about the haves and have-nots. About ownership, not only about tangible things but also about one's life. I have a brother who'd I'd rob banks for and maybe that's why this movie spoke to me so sweetly but I loved it all the same. 

 2. LA LA LAND 

 This was the most inspiring movie of the year for me. I loved every second of it and maybe down the road this will be remembered by me as the best. I don't know, I have yet to receive my time machine. Gosling is as charismatic as actors get and ditto for Emma Stone. They're both likable nearly to the point of annoyance. Chazelle is a great writer and even better director. He allows his movies to breathe while still managing to fill them to the brim. It's a high wire act few can pull off. 

 #1 MOONLIGHT 

 This one was just different. I've never seen anything quite like Moonlight. It's the movie which stuck with me the longest after seeing it. I saw it over a month ago and not a day goes by without me thinking about it. The story is timeless and new at the same time. The way Barry Jenkins shot this movie feels revolutionary to me. Everything was shot in hyper color and then drab. Things shoot into and out of focus. It's like seeing a movie with all of your senses. Mahershala Ali gave my favorite performance of the entire year. He was nothing short of extraordinary. Everything about this movie was extraordinary. I liked it upon leaving the theater. I liked it more the following day. I loved it a few days later. And where Hell or High Water and La La Land were, in many ways, equally extraordinary, they were maybe just the best versions of their respective genres that we've seen in years. Moonlight defied genre to just be unforgettable. 

 Enjoy the show everybody.

 RIP Bill Paxton. 

 Love each other.

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