#hes my tiny girlfriend and i love him sm

[paul-simon-juggling]

Young Simon & Garfunkel pics that make me happy which u may or may not have seen: Paul Edition :D

[catssluvr]

𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚, spencer reid

spencer x fem!reader

spencer likes you and your 'silly' books <3

warnings: r is insecure about her books?, r reads fantasy, so much fluff (usual)

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You sat quietly on your assigned seat at the jet, book comfortably perched on your lap. It was usual for you to curl up on your seat and read on the way back, you made sure to keep a book inside your go bag.

Your go to was a good fantasy book, you found them helpful to get your mind off of work for a bit. You got to be on your own world, no real life worries.

It would be a lie to say it didn't feel quite silly sometimes. Every time your co-workers were holding a book it always felt like theirs was way more intellectual, while you were there reading books about 'fairies and magic'. You were necessarily reading about those but it sure felt as foolish as that.

It's probably why your seat was situated in the corner further way from everyone, or maybe you just liked your own company. You weren't sure.

A sudden movement beside you caused you to jump slightly, closing the book in front of you and covering most of it's cover with your hands.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." Spence. Your adorably sweet and nervous boyfriend. Your relationship was still fresh, what most would call the honey moon phase. You didn't think you ever wanted leave it. Only one month of being his girlfriend was enough to make you realize you wanted it for the rest of your life. Besides, he was your friend way before that.

"It's okay, Spence." You smiled at the way he was standing awkwardly, obviously meaning to ask you if he could sit down beside you. You pated the sit gently and that was all it took for him to jump next to you, shoulder purposely brushing against yours.

"What're you reading?" He eyed the book in your hands curiously.

"Oh- it's nothing, not really your type." You said.

"I'm sure it's interesting anyway, angel." He smiled softly, hand reaching out to rub your knee in a comforting way.

"It's silly..." You mumbled, but your hands moved away from the book, letting him have a full view of it.

"What's there to be silly about it?" His eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion, fingers interlocking with yours and gently squeezing your hand.

"Spencer. You read classics in russian, that sure as hell is way more educational than this." You pointed out.

"Do you really think that matters to me?" He asked, doe eyes refusing to break contact with yours.

"Well- no? I guess i just started to overthink." You scrunched your nose in embarrassment.

"I think you should read whatever you find interesting. Besides, there's really nothing silly about them." He was nothing but sincere, lips meeting your cheek for a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry." You smiled shyly, head dropping to his shoulder in hopes of hiding your warm cheeks.

"No need to." His arm swiftly wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you to lean against him. "Can i read with you? Didn't bring any books with me." It was a white lie, but he really did want to learn more about your interests. And if that included getting to cuddle up with you, he would do it in a heartbeat.

"'Course" You pulled your legs up to his lap, cheek smudged against his shoulder as you opened your book. His other hand reached to grab your calf, squeezing it before settling there.

"For the record, your silly books make me like you even more." He joked but somehow you knew he meant it.

"I like you too, Spence. Lots." You pressed a lingering kiss to his neck, not missing the way he shivered at the touch before returning to your previous position.

Sharing your own little world with him didn't feel like such a bad idea.

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a/n: so tiny but i enjoyed writing it sm <33 for all of my fantasy readers out there

love you,

cat 🤍

[snookienthusi4st]

saiki k x mcbling fem reader hcs!

will be working on more fics soon! plus sm of these hcs are more specific(bc i wrote them w my style in mind) but feel free to disregard any that don’t fit with you

warnings: none, js suggestive if you squint

i’m going feral for this man i hope you enjoy

• being saiki’s girlfriend and picking him up from his house, taking him to school in your new car. you blast your favorite songs on the way there and he hates how much attention it gets, but he likes you so he deals with it. it’s annoying how many of them get stuck in his head.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and laughing your ass off when he first told you he was a psychic, because you just would never have guessed. but reassuring him that you still like him and think he’s cool with or without them.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and having him do your makeup sometimes. he’s not precise because he tries to control his strength, but the way you wear it, it doesn’t have to be. he likes looking at your face.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and once in a blue moon, doing his makeup when he’s in his female form, after you find out about his powers.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and becoming best friends with his mom, making sure to say hi to her whenever you’re over at his place and helping her out with chores every now and then. you compliment her a lot and she tears up everytime you do. she also tears up everytime kusuo so much as mentions you, she loves you that much.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and going out with him every once in a while to parties and age appropriate clubs, but only staying for a little bit because you don’t want him to get overwhelmed by the volume and the thoughts. he silently appreciates it. he also has no idea how to dance, which you lightheartedly tease him for.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and wearing shorter skirts sometimes when you come over, just to see if you get a reaction out of him. you don’t, at least not verbally. but he always thinks you look really pretty, even if he keeps it to himself.

• being saiki’s girlfriend and leaving glitter or lip gloss on him when you kiss him goodbye, which becomes a leading topic of discussion with his friends. they’re all jealous since you’re practically as pretty as teruhashi, but incredibly happy for him. “oh, hey, saiki, what’s that on your neck?” goddamnit, [y/n]..

• being saiki’s girlfriend and showing tiny acts of pda that he can tolerate, like linking fingers when you walk together in the halls or leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before you go somewhere

• being saiki’s girlfriend and having to deal with teruhashi and yumehara being on your back everyday, which he tries to stop to an extent with his powers. but to you it’s expected so you just work your way through conversations with them and hope he’s not being bothered by them.

• being saiki’s girlfriend >

[inchidentally]

ok but the history of Oscar noticing changes to Lando’s appearance !!! the way Oscar stares and smiles and even tho it’s supposedly meant as teasing, he never follows it up with any kind of jokey insult and it ends up as pigtail pulling attention that Lando absolutely loves. the fact that Oscar doesn’t do the Staring or the Noticing with anyone else in his life except for his literal girlfriend. that there’s no way he or someone around him hasn’t noticed the hearteyes jokes made about him all over sm since like early 2023 but he has no interest in stopping - or just can’t stop himself idk which is better ???

but esp how he pets his own hair and then the two of them just breathlessly giggle and beam at each other likEEEEE I can’t get over how Not Blokey or overtly masculine they are w each other ??? like Lando will slip a bit into cabron/mate/dude behavior w friends who are more blokey like how he’ll trade play punches w Carlos and Daniel or he’ll put his chin up and pull out the crude jokes w guys he’s less comfy with - Oscar mostly just withdraws a bit and lets his voice get deeper and more monotone. they don’t do much ! but around each other they aren’t physically aggressive and treat the physical space between each other like spring break middle school crushes, they giggle, they don’t take any funny jabs at each other or and even their play-bickering is followed by breathless giggles. but esp w how things like ‘you seem uncertain’ and ‘I was uncertain of trying it’ like they’re just chatting about the why’s and how’s of Lando’s haircut the same way they’ll get wrapped up in talking about their new driver spaces (the new couch/bed, the new door, etc) or the snacks they have to try and they kinda forget to play for the audience bc they just want to comfortably toss around the minutiae between each other bc it’s nice! and calm! and reassuring! it makes them smile and giggle and be quieter than the raucous alphas mucking about out there in the paddock!

esp with Oscar’s active listening (and GOD I’ve loved seeing how much Lando has learned he loves that about Oscar after he was a bit unsure and thrown by it early in 2023)

Lando is telling a little story about himself and Oscar is paying close attention - like he always has paid close attention to details like stories Lando told on stream years ago and a moment between Lando and MaxF from a year prior and immediately knowing the year Lando got his maiden podium - and even when Lando starts talking about his curl pattern Oscar is invested and it’s silly but it’s a thing !! and they giggle and oh that’s the end of the video just them talking about Lando’s curls and giggling :3 no taglines, no wacky moments, nothing to get social media fired up about. just them quietly chatting in their half-sleepy little voices!

but like Lando’s dimples are so deep you could fall into them and he’s wriggling delightedly on his little butt and twirling his fingers in his curls and looking up at Oscar through his lashes and Oscar is leaning back all easy and relaxed and smiling big big big like he does in the mirror selfies with Lily and goddddd they’re so unusual and sweet and killing what’s left of my sanity w each tiny video under one minute

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video sources: one two three four

[bettysupremacy]

SHUT UPSNSBW I love it sm. I asked for the James prompt that you just did and I’m fan girling so hard rn. I’m too shy to ask for anything that’s not anonymous (I’m sorry 😔) but omg can you do another where they’re just cuddling and talking. Omg maybe reader just met James’ parents and they’re in his room and shes like I swear I love your mom more than you now. Again if you don’t feel inspired no pressure, love you girly pop 🫶

you make me sick. this was the most insufferably adorable idea. you make me sick, he makes me sick, he is so boyfriend, and we are now bffs.

“I’m serious,” You convey to James, chin propped on his chest. “I fear I may love your mum more than you now, Jamie.”

He smiles down at you lovingly, thumb swiping between your eyes, down your nose, and along the apple of your cheek. “Don’t replace me.”

You’re fond, watching his half lidded eyes. “That’s my girl, James. She wants me in book club.”

“And also don’t do that.”

You giggle, dropping your cheek to his chest. “She said she’d make a shirt for your games, James.”

He groans, his hand falling to hold your jaw. “Her rugby mom shirts are already enough.”

“Rugby girlfriend.” You sing, sitting back up to look at him.

He pushes your face away, rough palm gentle with the precious cargo he calls your face. “That’s enough.”

You smile and he feels it against his palm. “I’m so happy she likes me.”

“Me too, lovely.” His genuineness aches in you, a smile fighting to your face.

You nod, feeling his eyes on you heavily. “And I think your dad liked me.”

“Dad loved you.”

“You think?”

“He invited you to golf.” He deadpans.

You giggle softly, hands on his cheeks. “That was sweet of him.”

“You’re not going.”

“That’s impolite.”

“It’s boring.” He smiles. “I’m saving you.”

Euphemia’s soft knock on the open door slips James, but you make to sit up politely. His hand pushes the small of your back down onto him heavily. You descend with a tiny oomph.

“Where’re you goin-“

“Please do not manhandle your girlfriend.” Euphemia is stern, but her smile is fond watching her son flinch.

“Mum.” James eyes shut, startled at her intrusion. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, just below his glasses. The hand on your back still works softly.

“James,” She mimics, leaning against the white doorframe breezily. “I was just coming up to say I found the book.”

“The book?” You ask James.

He groans, long and drawn out, hand over his eyes, with the dramatics of Sirius. “The baby book.”

You gasp, handing gripping his broad arms under you. “Can I see?” You beg James. “I want to see.”

He shakes his head, patting your back. “It’s so embarrassing, lovely.”

“Oh, you were probably so cute, please just a peek.”

“He was the cutest.” Effie smiles. “And when he’d take baths he’d-”

“Alright!” James interrupts. “She’s heard enough.”

“No I haven’t.” You smile brilliantly at him.

“Come on,” Euphemia coaxes. “you know how Monty loves it.”

“Loves what?” He pops in.

“The book.”

“The book!” He gasps, palming Effie’s arm. “We have to get it out.”

His hand works warmly over her shoulder. The loving touch of a husband. You let something fond crumple in your chest at the sight. This’ll be you and James in some decades.

“This is so humiliating.” James moans.

Under his warm blue blanket, you brim with love. It’s palpable as you grin.

“I’m so happy.” You whisper to him.

He moons, hand coming out of the blanket to push hair away. “Don’t do this to me.”

You smile, eyes crinkling prettily. The air in his lungs knock out of him, his chest deflating. “I’m not doing anything.”

He sighs, desperate for a kiss, but weary of his parents in the doorframe. “Alright,” his eyes don’t leave yours. “We’ll be down in a moment, mum, get the book.”

Effie gasps, eyes twinkling towards Monty. “Get the book!”

The sound of their footsteps tumble down the stairs quickly.

“You made your mom really happy.”

He nods silently, eyes roaming back down to your lips, neck, and chest, mind far from yours.

Both warm cheeks in his rough hands, and his parents gone, he pulls your face to his. It’s long, and soft, and he really doesn’t want to pull back, trailing warm kisses down your jaw, down to your neck.

“That was really evil, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pulling away from your spit sticky skin.

“I didn’t do anything.” You breathe, letting his thumb work over your lips, overly aware of his eyes roaming there.

He smiles, sitting up with the weight of you still in his lap. “You’re too pretty.”

You laugh out, climbing off his lap. “Shut up, stupid, I have baby pictures to look at.”

He sighs, following you.

[sparklingsjy]

enhypen's reaction to you wearing revealing clothes and other members checking you out

note: requested by anon!

contains: suggestive (hyung line) and tiny bit of smut (sunghoon), these big babies have jealousy issues, mentions of getting drunk and niki threatening his hyung LOL

heeseung:

first off he LOVES when you wear revealing clothes

heeseung loves admiring your body so whenever you show it off, he's your number one hype man

unfortunately he does get possessive once he notices jake checking you out

"y/n you are looking GOOD"

"watch your mouth jake"

"yes sir!"

he knows jake means no harm but once you dress to impress, he has to remind EVERYONE that you belong to him <3

. . . . which means a long night of seeing stars and the members teasing you guys for being loud :')

jay:

you're funny if you think he's going to let you be with the members for 5 minutes in a two piece skintight black dress

his girlfriend in revealing clothes near his members is already a sign to run

once jay sees you WHEW you better cancel your plans tomorrow cause you will NOT be walking straight

"trying to show off what's mine? hm?"

you are in for a night of aggressive make outs (and more) but the after care is AMAZING

i love jay sm can he be mine already

jake:

he's so down bad

this man genuinely cannot believe you're his when he sees you in a short silky red dress

he caresses your curves and gives you kisses all over until he hears sunoo and jungwon complimenting you

"how did jake get so lucky with y/n..."

"she looks so pretty"

"do i always have to remind you guys that she's with ME? keep your compliments to yourself!"

once he takes you to his room he gets all pouty bc he's a big baby who gets jealous quick and wants reassurance LOL

sunghoon:

"yo sunghoon y/n is looking hot tonight"

"can i take her upstairs with me?"

jay and niki LOVE pushing hoon's limits

maybe it was a mistake wearing a very revealing dress to heeseung's party

but did you care when hoon had you bent over in front of the mirror in the guest room? nah!

yes he's a shy boyfriend but this man WILL claim you if you test him

"you looked so pretty tonight baby" "only i can see you like that" "you dressed like that for me, right?"

hoon will leave you looking like a mess and covered in hickies

but only he'll be the only one seeing them so i guess it's worth it at the end :>

sunoo:

you wearing a tiny pink dress is what lead you to being showered in compliments by sunoo

"y/n you look like a princess!" "i'm so lucky to have you"

sunoo is so cautious with you and makes sure you're comfortable :(

"are you sure you want to go out like this? i'm happy you wore this for me but i want you to be comfortable too!"

however, you dressing like that had jay and heeseung's eyes on you

"sunoo you should share y/n with us"

"yeahh she looks so pretty! how did she fall for you?"

"maybe because i'm the only normal one in this group . . . and better looking"

jungwon:

wonnie is used to you wearing revealing clothes when going out at night with your friends

but he's not used to the teasing that comes from his members yet, especially sunghoon

"jungwon you're a brave man for letting her go out looking all sexy"

of course, wonnie was already staring daggers at sunghoon once he noticed him checking you out

"she knows who she belongs to so quit watching her every move hyung"

before you leave the house, he's telling you to not fall for another guy and if anyone tries to bother her, he's outside waiting to pick her up

jungwon trusts you that you'll make the right decisions and will help you get ready for bed once you guys return <3

even if it means causing a ruckus because of how drunk you got LOL

niki:

you and niki both love fashion so it's not a surprise that you're wearing the tiniest clothes in existence for a photoshoot

niki and his members went to support you but they ended up drooling over you instead

"stop drooling over someone you can't have"

"you're lucky she's even with you when i exist"

"you're lucky i haven't laid my hands on you jake"

"niki! he's older than you, be nice"

"he's drooling over my girl!"

he gets feisty when his members tease him over you LMFAO

but then again, seeing you dressed like that just made him love you even more

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ending note: thank you for reading !

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer’s funeral and his partner is the special guest and roasts spencer so hard and than revels that they are getting a cat together but everyone thinks it’d a baby announcement lmaoooo or however you wanna end it

Special News

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: anon i love this idea so much!! guys please don’t come at me for these terrible jokes i’m just a girl really 😜 also i’m posting sm rn go me

requests are open <33

“lebron james inspired us with his baller moves. steph curry inspired us with his words. spencer agnew inspired us by being a piece of shit, so we would never follow in his footsteps.”

you’re stood at the podium of the funeral, spencer in the coffin next to you holding a bouquet of plastic flowers as he tries not to laugh.

“spencer is a gamer, and we all know that. but if he spent as much time with me as he does on world of warcraft, i’d be the happiest girl on earth, but hey, at least he has a high gear score to keep him company whilst i cook.”

you see everyone laugh as you switch the paper, angela cackling over what you thought was a pretty shit joke.

as the laughter dies down, you continue on. “spencer and me only ever disagree over stupid things, and i think to myself, he must know he’s short when he has to look up to see eye-to-eye with someone who's shorter than him, because i’m always right. i’m sure courtney feels the same about shayne.”

at this, courtney yells “FACTS!” from behind one of the cameras, and you shoot her a wink.

shayne then stares you down, and all you say is “shayne don’t worry, i’m a short king ally!” which he just smirks at.

“i have some pretty bad jokes here, so let’s quickfire some.“ you mutter to everyone.

“if sleeping on my arm were an olympic sport, he’d have more gold than michael phelps.” this earns a giggle from spencer, as you have a folder on your phone of him asleep in the most awkward ways possible, always lying on your arm somehow.

“he’s so obsessed with video games, even his posture looks like it's from a character model that hasn't loaded properly yet.“ this makes everyone cackle, spencer opening one eye to glare at you, and you just laugh him off.

“your gamer boy posture is so bad, chiropractors have your picture on their vision boards on what to improve on.”

“do you guys think that,” you exhale through your nose at what patrick has written on your prompt card. “spencer’s idea of sitting normally the same as a pretzel’s idea of being straight?” which is so bad it’s good, making you crouch down to laugh.

you stand back up after a moment, your stomach twisting over what you’re about to do. it’s going to be so worth it, but gosh you feel bad.

“spencer, my lovely boyfriend, is a mt dew kickstart addict, certified gamer girl, and a soon to be father” and at this last statement, everyone gasps, and spencer’s eyes shoot open and he sits up. he looks at you intently, and you see him experience about a hundred emotions at once

you smile at everyone, turning to a camera, pulling out a printed off certificate of adoption, a picture of a tiny ginger cat taped to it.

“we got a cat!” you say, almost proud of how shocked everyone is

as you turn to look at spencer, you hear shayne’s laugh, and you look at spencer with sympathetic eyes, mouthing ‘i love you’ to him over all the laughter. he just smiles, knowing that this cat is going to be so loved by you both. especially you. because you love him so much.

as you sit back down, spencer sits up. having come back from the dead, he has some things to say. he goes through everyone at his funeral; alex, shayne, damien, tommy, selina, and then, you.

“and finally, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n. my bundle of sunshine, blinding and hard to look at directly.” you scoff at this, and he looks at you with a look that says this is a joke please don’t kill me when we’re home.

“i mean, come on, you cry at surf's up? i guess even animated penguins have higher emotional intelligence than you.” he manages to say through a fit if giggles. spencer always teases you for this, even though he cries at the NGE film. loser.

after wrap, courtney comes over to congratulate you on your cat, and just catch up generally.

“so, cat parents hey? proud of you girl” she says with a grin.

“yeah, i kinda feel bad scaring everyone into thinking spencer gets game in bed.” you reply, earning a laugh from her.

“don’t be mean to me! i’m a player you know?” spencer says coming up behind you.

“okay, sure you are mr ‘i cry at anime’.” you snap back.

he throws his hands up in defeat, and you kiss his cheek, going off to see amanda.

“she’s so cool.” courtney says

“yeah,” spencer replies. “she’s not that bad.”

she elbows him in the ribs, and he clutches his side

“i mean, she’s the best!” he says through strained teeth, courtney doing a proud nod before catching you up.

[muscleloverz69]

Frat Pheromones

“BRO,” Chad yelled across the frat house, his muscular arms wrapped across the tiny nerd's back as he lifted him into the air in a bear hug. He couldn’t believe the nerdy chemistry major had done it.

Chad’s girlfriend Cassy had been such a bitch lately and Chad was getting worried so he had asked this nerd for help. All he had to do was spray these pheromones on himself and the next person to see him would fall deeply in love with him and become the perfect submissive girlfriend.

“There’s only one thing,” the nerd interrupted, “You’ll also fall deeply in love with whoever the spray affects.”

“Bruh I don’t care, if I can get Cassy to chill out and ride my dick whenever I want I’d be into her again anyway.”

Chad brushed past the nerd, his broad shoulders pushing into the nerd causing him to stumble. Chad sent a quick text to Cassy “Hey babe i got sm 4 u cum ovr.”

The sexy jock ran to his room, his sexy bubble butt jiggling as he went up the stairs. Chad sprayed the pheromones all over himself as he waited in his room for his girl. As he waited he heard the door knob turn and stood up. “Hey dude we’re going on a beer run wanna come.” The person at the door wasn’t Cassy but his frat bro Shawn. Shawn’s eyes widened as the pheromones hit him. The fellow jock ripped off his own shirt revealing a shelf of juicy pecs and row after row of abs before charging at Chad. Chad met Shawn with a deep passionate kiss tongues wrestling as Chad pushed Shawn against the bedroom wall. Shawn let out a deep moan as Chad groped one of his plump pecs.

Shawn’s pants hit the floor and Chad turned him around before plunging his 8 inch dick deep in Shawn’s virgin ass. Shawn let out another moan “DADDY” he yelped as Chad thrusted deep inside him grunting. Chad was lost deep inside the rhythmic thrusts of Shawns fat ass when Cassy walked in the room. Chad and Shawn barely acknowledged when Cassy screamed and ran out of the room crying.

Chad’s hands were guiding Shawn’s hips as he exploded deep inside Shawn and they fell to the floor. Shawn looked deep into Chad’s eyes “I think I love you bro.” 

“I love you too baby.” 

The rest of the frat was surprised when Chad and Shawn came out as gay but they were supportive. The two of them were quickly the most popular couple on campus with their matching muscles and golden boy looks.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hoping I haven’t missed the requests closing 🙏if so pls ignore!

I’m humbly asking for a fluffy Gaz x reader and reader meeting price bc I’ll die on the hill of Price and Gaz having a father/son relationship. And Gaz being so nervous on what price thinks? Brownie points if Price teases him! I love Gaz sm and I wanna smooch him on the forehead!!

Shaky Fingers

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The perfect date night begins with a stolen wallet and a goose chase.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: None, just fluff

A/N: Switched some stuff around so it's more of the 141 as a whole, but it's still pretty much the same, enjoy Anon!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You think Gaz was about ready to call the whole night off.

Laughing, you shake your head and walk over to Kyle after flattening out your dress with fast hands. The apartment bedroom was ripe with the scent of cologne and perfume; the floor lamp was on and you had just finished placing a luxurious necklace over your neck. The twinkling stone blinks like a white eye in the low light. 

“Dear,” you chuckle deeply to your boyfriend of three years as his head is in his hands. Gaz sits on the bed, dejected. “It’s alright, I can pay for supper—it’s really not that big of a deal.” 

“Bloody thing,” He groans, his tux wrinkled from the frantic patting he’d done to his pockets a few minutes prior. “I swear, Love, it was right in my pocket near noon!” 

“Kyle,” stopping in front of him, you grab at his wrists, peeling his hands away from his handsome face. Grumpy eyes lock on yours but soften as you send an easy, reassuring, smile his way; the lines on his forehead fall from a harsh line to a squiggly suggestion on the page that is his face. He sighs. “It’s okay.” 

Chuffing at the absurdity, your tone is a bit teasing.

“You’re acting like I don’t have a job, too,” Kyle grumbles at this, and his oval face shifts in a play of exaggerated exasperation.

“I’m not making you pay for our anniversary dinner, I’d never be able to sleep at night.” He says, and he captures your hands in his own, holding them together and bringing them to his lips for a delicate kiss. You tilt your head and watch, face heating. 

“So you can run into active warzones and get covered in all sorts of fluids but you can’t handle letting your girlfriend pay for food? Kyle, you sound ridiculous.” Leaning forward, you lay a smooch on his forehead and feel his body jerk out chuckles.

“Never said I didn’t like the idea,” Brown eyes lower in a small jab. A joke making his lips pull up in a smirk. “It’s called being a gentleman, Love.”

“A gentleman that loses his wallet, apparently. Not very soldier-like, Sergeant Garrick.” Your eyelids crinkle as you grin, firing back just as fast as Gaz blinks, brought back to the dilemma that was pushing back your departure for the restaurant down in the city. A pointedly expensive restaurant.

“It was right on me! I swear, this has never happened before.”

You shrug, straightening up to full height and tugging at Kyle’s dress shirt; prompting him to stand up so you can straighten his tie. He does so without complaint, and your fingers spread over fine silk.

“I’m gutted. We can’t go until I find it. I’m not even that worried about my money—it’s my damn ID that’s draggin’ me by the arse.” You glance up at him, humming, before pulling at the neck of his shirt and setting the tie comfortably under. Kyle’s grip goes to rest on your waist and you slightly melt into his chest more.

“Base ID?” Your voice mutters out in question.

“Yeah, that’s the bloody one. Price’ll kill me if he finds I’ve lost it. Fuckin’ hell.” Sighing deeply, you sag into him, your chin going to rest on his collarbone so you can look up at him with a tiny glimmer of understanding. 

Gaz’s jaw was tight with worry, brows drawn in and those two tiny scars on his left cheek pulled stiff. His stubble brushed your nose as he angled his head down to stare into your eyes when your grip traveled to wrap around his waist loosely. He huffs and kisses your nose bridge. 

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart, I’m ruining the night with all this talk. We should be out already, shouldn’t we?” You’re already frowning at him, pinching his side as he grunts in surprise and stifles a boyish laugh.

“Quit that,” you say, “this is just as important. Do you remember where you last put it?” 

You’d never been to Kyle’s work before—that is, the military base where he’s stationed at. He doesn’t really have a workplace per se, just a temporary office and barracks room if he needed it. The Sergeant is off across the world more often than not. 

“I haven’t got a clue,” Kyle’s voice goes low but his chest rises with gratification at the genuine care you show to him over something as silly as this. Heat rises to his cheeks when your fingers run back and forth over his back—his own hands tighten around you, keeping you close. “I knew I had it at lunch. I went out and got you those flowers from that floral shop that you like—I had to use my ID to get back on Base.”

Those very flowers were sitting in a vase on your vanity, bright and vibrant. You’d swooned when Kyle had gotten back to the apartment with them. 

“Alright,” your eyes stare off into your boyfriend’s brown orbs, focussing deeply. Gaz sees your nose scrunch in thought and he smiles widely, chuckling and lightly beginning to sway the two of you back and forth to unseen music. “Lunch,” you mutter, barely noticing.

“Don’t strain yourself, now,” Kyle teases.

“Hush,” Scolding, you fake a scowl and feel him rest his forehead on yours. His hair tickles your flesh and you giggle. Heart pounding, Gaz listens to you speak as if caught in a trap of his own making, gaze exceptionally soft and breathing secondary to the way your mouth curls into a smile; how your beauty ensnares him in your otherworldly glow. “Anything else, Dear?”

“Hm,” Blinking out of his love-struck gaze, Kyle thinks deeply—straining his mind. A memory sparks and a flame burns in his gut. His expression flips as the air sparks. “MacTavish…oh, that fucker’s dead.” 

You make a noise of confusion as Gaz starts rambling, pulling back from you and beelining for the keys on the nightside table. Face open and soft with shock, you stutter a small laugh when the man darts back and grabs you by the shoulders; angling you to the bedroom door and to the foyer. 

“Gaz?” You chuckle endearingly at his annoyed face, his lips pulled tight, and his eyes narrow on nothing as he releases you. He bends down and snatches your heels, turning and bending a knee with a groan.

“Bastard. I knew he would get to me eventually, Love, it was only a matter of time.” 

“‘Get to you?’” Amusement makes you place a hand over your lips before a loud snort can escape your lungs. “Kyle, what are you on about?” 

His nimble fingers loop the buckle of the heels over your ankle, pulling to a comfortable tightness as he cradles your calf. Brown eyes glance up at you with deep seriousness.

“Soap…I told you about him, yeah?” you nod and carefully place your foot back down; letting Gaz pick up the other and slip your foot into the expensive material. The smile never leaves your face as the calloused hands scrape your flesh. Kyle huffs out a scoff. “He’s been pulling all of our legs for weeks—got to some of the recruits first but it bled over to One-Four-One. Didn’t think he’d fuck with me so soon; would have prepared otherwise.”

“The Scottish one?” You stand fully on your two feet and grab your coat from the hook and slip it over your shoulders, glancing at Gaz as he puts on his own shoes. You go over and kiss the top of his head in thanks for the assistance with your own. “So you were pranked?”

“When he bumped into me,” your boyfriend explains, and you’re being carefully corralled out the door with your arm resting in the crook of his elbow; you grip the nice fabric of his suit and listen with rapt attention and a toothy smile. “I thought he’d just wanted to hurry on to the pub—I didn’t think much of his grab at my waist as anything more than to keep him steady. Mate stole my fucking wallet.”

He says it so aghast that you giggle and see him blink, expression turning cheeky.

“What?” Gaz looks over at you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Look at that beautiful smile—you think this is funny, Love? You are just wicked, you are.” 

“I think it’s hilarious,” your body leans into his heavily; pulling his body heat into yours and making you all toasty as you gaze at him with love. “Are we going on a mission, Sergeant?” 

Gaz stares with a vast haze of affection and pleasure, “Damn right we are.” An arm wraps around your waist and squeezes your flesh—your face goes warm. “We’re trackin’ down a shit-faced Scot on our anniversary. Bloody brilliant if you ask me. You have my six?” 

“Well,” you sigh with enjoyment, not at all angry or annoyed at the strained dinner reservation. Brown eyes crinkle at you. “It’ll be good to finally meet who you work with.” Your lips widen, “I’d be honored.”

“Christ, let’s just hope he has it on him.”

—

Gaz huffs as he pushes open the front door to the pub, and you take in the scent of tobacco and alcohol. With a muttered thanks to your boyfriend as he holds open the barrier for you, you slip inside and the smell only increases to a violent level. You blink around the old-style wood and decor, surprised with how much you enjoy the drunken cheeks and dim light atmosphere. Like a wave that goes in and out, your ears ring from music playing out a jukebox in the far corner. 

“This way, then,” Kyle sighs loudly, and you see his eyes have already locked into three men at the bar top. A loud roar of laughter accompanies the both of you as you head over to who you assumed were his coworkers. 

You glance down at your expensive attire and then at Gaz’s and stifle a loud laugh at the stares you’re getting. The two of you are comically overdressed. 

“MacTavish!” Your boyfriend calls eyes exasperated if not a bit annoyed. When all of the individuals at the bar turn to look at the two of you. “Want to explain why my wallet’s not in my fucking pant pocket right now?” 

You figure out who he’s talking to when the man with a strong face and a mohawk bursts out into chest-jerking laughter after a second of pure silence. His pale hands slap the table where his multiple empty shot glasses rattle against one another. 

“Oh, hell,” yep, Scottish. Gaz glowers next to you with a stiff frown until you elbow his side. He glances down and rolls his eyes as you chuckle—his arm going over your shoulders. 

“Fuckin’ not again—What’s he done?” The gravel in the bearded man’s tone took you aback for a moment, such a low and grating voice laced with a firm authority. A black beanie was on top of his brown hair, and tiny orbs colored like the sea turned to stare.

They blink in slight surprise when they find you, curiously shifting the lines present.

“Johnny, what the fuck?” A shrouded man grumbles, a face mask sitting comfortably over most of his expression and a hood up over his head. Blueish-gray eyes blink in your direction before their numbness shifts back to the wheezing Scot. 

“Ah, Christ, I’m sorry,” Johnny gasps, clearly drunk by the flush to his skin. You spare a look with Gaz and can’t help the amused twitch of your brow. “Didn’t realize I’d forgotten to give it back to ya!” 

“Stole my bloody wallet is what he’s done,” Kyle mutters to the man with a beard, who you assumed to be his Captain only by the atmosphere surrounding him. “We’re late for dinner.”

“Kyle, I told you it’s alright,” your hand goes to pinch his cheek before his face heats up so much you feel it from your fingers. Eyes shifting, you address the three with a smile. “Such a worrier this one,” you huff and introduce yourself by name, “...it’s a pleasure.”

“Pleasure’s all ours, Sweetheart,” the Captain grunts, raising his nearly empty glass into the air in greeting. “Good to finally put a face to a name. John Price. John’s all well and good.” He motions to the masked man. “Ghost.”

You send a nod and a grin the large and intimidating Brit’s way. All he does is stare before blinking slowly.

“Soap,” Kyle levels, shifting away from you and walking closer to the Scot with a loosely motioning hand, “C’mon, Mate, you’re piss-faced—hand it over.” 

“Does he always do this?” You ask easily to Price and Ghost as the other two go at it like teens.

John shares an amused glance with you and grunts out a low chuckle. “Not always, told him to tone it down ‘fore he gets Disciplinary.” 

Ghost huffs in agreement, scratching at his arm. 

“Like tellin’ a fuckin’ dog not to go after a bone.” You snort, looking back at your boyfriend as he begins patting down a limp and slurring Soap like airport security. 

“Seems you two have got your hands full. I know Kyle isn’t above poking fun, either.” 

“Waitin’ for them to burn each other out, Love,” John utters, and you share a cheeky smile with him. 

You enjoyed how easy it was to converse with the man—especially the one that was in charge of your boyfriend while he was away. It puts you at ease to finally meet all of them... no matter how shit-faced. 

“Aha!” Gaz’s form rips out the body of his leather wallet with a shout of victory. Soap grumbles, rubbing at his face with the heel of his palm. 

“If I’d known you were takin’ your bonnie girl out I’d have taken your tags instead.” 

“Well look at that, so considerate,” Kyle chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re demented, Mate.” 

“Ah, that’s just the top of it, eh?” You chuckle at the Scot’s comment, pulling out your phone from your jacket pocket and checking the time. 

“Can we still make it?” Kyle asks, jogging back up to you as you click your tongue; turning the screen and showing him with a smirk.

“Think they’ll forgive a fifteen-minute absence?” Your boyfriend slowly deflates and your face softens at the sight of his sagging shoulders. John sighs long at his seat and stands; slapping a hand on Kyle’s shoulder and lightly placing one on yours. 

Gaz looks up at him in surprise. 

“Well, that’s proper bad luck,” the Captain starts, face serious and tiny eyes narrowed, “say what, then, the two of you pick what you want and Soap’ll cover the cost for the night.” Ghost huffs a dull bark of a laugh from his seat. You’re not even sure Johnny heard it above him tipping back another shot. 

You and Kyle share a glance before twin smirks form on both of your faces. 

“Can…you do that, Sir?” Kyle asks, accusatory.

“What kind of a bloody question is that?” John grunts before staring at you. “Now, don’t think too hard about it, eh? MacTavish has been getting too bold—maybe losin’ a few bills’ll screw his head back straight.” 

“I have no problem with it,” your eyes slide to your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow. “You?”

John chuckles and pats your shoulders, squeezing. “Knew she’d jump on it.”

Kyle laughs, making the most of the situation as he nods a few times—watching you with his eyes drowned with warmth and affection. 

“I’m down.” You giggle excitedly and slip into one of the dirty bar seats next to Ghost, eagerly trying to get him into a conversation about drinks and good food available in your expensive dress and jacket. 

Gaz stares after with a tiny smile, slipping his wallet into his pocket where it belongs. 

“Proper Bird,” John mutters, glancing at his Sergeant, grunting as Kyle chuffs. “It’s good to have something like that to go back to. Make it last, then.”

“I don’t plan on messing this up, Boss,” Gaz’s cheeks go hot with embarrassment, but it’s telltale how his eyes never leave your frame for a single second. “Not on my life.”

“Good.” John nods his head, “Go on.”

Kyle sends him a thankful look and shuffles over to the empty seat next to yours; feeling you immensely snuggle up into his side and continue your mostly one-sided conversation with Ghost. Soap was still drinking down his beverages with loud comments every once and a while.

Gaz kisses the top of your head and waves over the bartender.

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[tokosparrow]

So I have an idea: Matthew x a shy fem reader and him teasing her about how cute she is

a/n: i’m a shy person myself so this’ll be easy peasy :3

> having a shy girlfriend immediately melts matthews heart everytime he thinks about it, because he just thinks your pretty cute this way.

> matthew even helps you order food whenever you two go out to eat, sometimes he like to encourage you to order something yourself to help you somewhat get over a tiny bit of your shyness slowly.

> there were even times where he had to call out the employees that happened to get your order wrong (it’s like that one meme “she didn’t want pickles >:(“ or whatever LOL).

“she didnt want pickles in her burger >:(“

“matthew…it isn’t that serious, please…:<”

“it is completely serious to me!”

> he just doesn’t like people taking advantage of your shyness, it makes him a bit pissed off.

“if anyone take advantage of you, i’ll put them on fire for you <333”

“awhh…thank you mattie, but i don’t think that’ll be necessary..”

“i’ll still do it, just for you my love <3”

> there are even times where he teases you about your shyness, he isn’t trying to be mean about it i promise <3

> if you ever tell him that you happen to not like the teasing, he immediately stops and give your cheeks kisses and little promises inbetween about not teasing you ever again (and he keep those promises)

> he just love you and your shyness sm <333

[greg-montgomery]

omg can you write a little scenario about aaron and jack in the kitchen and aaron is telling jack eveything about you and you just watch and smile 😓 loving ivy so far btw!

this is the cutest thing ever!!! and thank you sm <3

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Why are we whispering?” Jack asked with a voice that could barely be heard, as he settled into his seat.

“I’ll explain,” Aaron answered in that same tone. “Did you have breakfast at aunt Jessica’s or do you want me to make you something?”

“I did, but I’d like some chocolate milk, please.”

Aaron smiled at his son’s politeness. “You got it.”

After serving him a large glass of chocolate milk, he sat on the chair next to him.

“We have to be quiet because someone is sleeping in our house,” he said.

“Who?” Jack asked, intrigued.

“Do you remember this girl I work with that I’ve told you is really, really pretty?” His expression was serious, making Jack feel as if he was confiding in him a huge secret.

“Of course I do, her name is Y/N!” he said, proud to have remembered it.

“That’s right. Well, she slept in our house last night.”

“What? You guys had a sleepover without me?” Jack’s mood switched from excited to disappointed in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t worry, buddy. We’re gonna have many sleepovers and you’ll get to be here too.”

“Is she in my room right now?” he questioned, fascinated by that mystery person. Aaron was sure that you were like a mythical creature in Jack’s mind.

“No,” he chuckled softly. “She’s sleeping in my bed, because your bed is so tiny,” he said, pinching Jack’s side making him giggle.

“Dad!”

“Okay, I’ll stop.” He raised his index finger at Jack. “But only because we need to be quiet.”

Jack took a big sip out of his milk that left him with a cute brown mustache. Before Aaron could say anything about it, he wiped it away with his sleeve.”

“Jack…”

“Sorry, I forgot.”

Aaron was in a way too good mood to care about having to remove the stain form his son’s white t-shirt.

“So, is she your girlfriend now?” Jack asked with a grin.

“She is,” he answered, his chest swelling from pride.

“Daddy has a girlfriend,” Jack sang with a mocking tone, and Aaron couldn’t help but join his giggles.

“Didn’t I say we need to be quiet?”

“Yes, but I want her to wake up so I can meet her,” he whined. “Do you think she’ll like me?”

“She’ll love you,” Aaron reassured him. “I talk to her about you a lot and she says you’re an angel.”

“She sounds so nice!”

“She is. She is nice and sweet and really funny too. I’m sure she’ll make you laugh all the time.” Aaron ran his fingers through Jack’s hair as he spoke. He really did believe you’d make Jack laugh a lot. And he deserved it; to giggle like all the kids his age.

“And you know what else?”

“What?” Jack’s brows were suddenly raised.

“Her favorite superhero is Spider-Man,” he whispered in his ear.

“Oh my God!” Jack jumped out of his chair and stood right next to Aaron’s. “I’ll ask her to play with me and watch all of his movies with me! Can we watch all of his movies together, daddy?”

“Of course we can,” a voice that wasn’t his or Jack’s said. “As long as we make some yummy popcorn to eat as we watch.”

“Y/N?!”

“Hi, sweet Jack!” you said, and bent your knees so you could be at his eye level.

“Hi!” he said, and ran into your arms.

You looked up at Aaron who was standing behind him, as you wrapped your arms around his son. The sweet smiles you sent to each other said without words, that the meeting you were so nervous about, was a success.

[murdrdocs]

idk if you have already written this since im a new follower but i was wondering if you can write where bimbo!reader puts on the ghostface mask with like sexy lingerie and ethan EATS IT UP.

i love your writing sm! and i understand if you dont wanna write this :) i literally cant get enough of your stories lol

a) thank you for following me and appreciating my work !! b) i would love to write this for you *rubs hands together* no smut i'm lazy

When Ethan walks into his room to see you holding a white mask in your hands, his heart rate immediately increases. He pauses in the doorway, his hand still wrapped around the knob, one foot inside of the room and the other out.

He's about to speak, maybe play it off and pretend the mask doesn't hold any significance to him, or tell you that it's not what it looks like. You speak before him.

Your head lifts, your lips in a pout, when you say, "You had one this whole time? And you didn't tell me?"

Ethan, completely confused, steps into the bedroom and lets the door swing closed behind him. He looks over you, noticing how you're only wearing his hoodie and a pair of boots. You both were supposed to be getting ready for the frat party that Chad was insisting Ethan go to tonight, something about getting the true freshmen in college experience. Of course, Ethan couldn't go without his girlfriend, which made Chad even happier as he not so subtly insinuated that Ethan should get laid tonight.

But you didn't look party ready, save for from your neck up.

He licks his lips and approaches you. "What're you talking about?"

You hold the Ghostface mask up directly beside you, your free hand singling out a pointer finger to point at the mask. "The mask, Ethan!" you say like it's completely obvious. Ethan's starting to think that it is obvious, and he's just not picking up on it. His throat gets a little dry, and his eyes get shifty.

He's thinking of something to say but again, you beat him to it. "You knew I was looking for one for Halloween. For tonight!"

Oh yeah. That.

Ethan did know that, but he was so enamored by your nails clacking along your keyboard and the way your new perfume smelled and the way your glossed lips parted as your perfect teeth smacked on your minty gum. You were overwhelming his senses, so he could barely focus on your smooth voice detailing your Halloween costume options.

"Shit, 'm sorry. I didn't know about that." Lie. He reaches out to splay his hands over your waist to cover up how horrible he is at lying. "Maybe next year?"

You lean into his touch, but your head tilts as if you're not understanding him. "I can wear it this year, too."

Ethan watches as your hands reach down to the hoodie, pulling it over your head carefully as to not drop the mask. His brain short circuits as he sees what you're wearing.

It's barely anything. Mostly because you're not wearing actual clothes, just a set of lingerie that Ethan hasn't seen before, most likely a new purchase.

"See this is what I was gonna wear, E," you say it through a pout but the words barely meet Ethan's ears. He's too busy staring at your soft skin, the way your tits sit in the bra, the way your thighs look, the way the panties hug your hips.

You're still talking, but Ethan's hands are already back on your waist and trailing down to your hips.

"Well I wasn't going to wear just this. I didn't wanna look like a total slut. So I have a little skirt I was gonna wear. You know the tiny one that almost shows my ass? Ethan?"

He hums, letting you repeat the last of your sentence. "Mhm," he says when you finish, the noise acting enough as affirmation for you to continue.

"Would that look cute with this? What'd you think?" He doesn't answer. "Ethan."

"Baby, I'm sorry. But I'm not listening to anything you're saying right now."

The admission makes you heat up, not from anger but from the opposite. Knowing that Ethan is always listening to you, and the only reason why he's not right now is because you're distracting him with your figure, makes you feel a little giddy inside.

"Do you like it?" Your voice is soft, your eyes the same. He nods, licking his lips and pulling you close enough that you can feel the bulge forming in his pants.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"Sure it's not too much?"

Ethan's leaning down now, his hands circling around your back, obviously itching to grip your ass. You push yourself against him, free hand resting on his forearm, giving it a little push as a go-ahead.

"Not too much at all." His hand finally inches down and he takes one of your almost-bare asscheeks in his palm, squeezing it before smacking it.

You giggle, your head knocking against his chest. Ethan lifts one hand to encourage your head to leave his chest only so he can kiss you once, twice, thrice, then one more that's longer, a little more heated, but he wills himself away.

"Can you put the mask on for me?"

Your eyes are staring up at him, so big and wide, you're clearly eager to please, hence why you don't question it and instead nod, leaning up to kiss him one more time before you're pulling the mask over your head, prepared for whatever Ethan has planned.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi Shaz! Im feeling so down today, i had been stressed out for the whole week as I have 2 audits and 2 assessment for this month, I dis not pass one of my assessment today. Pls give me some Jikook content to lift my spirit up 😘 I know reading ur blogs will make me feel good, that’s why I run here after hahahah

I got u my lovely. There is never shortage of Jikook content! I didn't do it when u asked me but better late than never, no?

To start us off, how soft is this image?

No seriously, how soft is that?

(Which reminds me, @youaremy-parkfilter I haven't 4go10 your ask. I just haven't had time to rewatch the episode but I will, I promise)

It's a subconscious act too, that's what I love about it. Their size difference though! Gets me everytime

I love them sm 😩😩😩😩😫😫😫😫

Okay, okay. Let's get it together. Too fluffy..too much fluff. I know just the thing to get me back on track. 😏 see this photo of JK where he looks like a professional wrecker?

No, but he really do be looking like he does indeed wreck Jimin seven days a week 🥵 Anyway, remember how he adjusts the Jungkonda during this clip? Isn't it funny who he's talking about while he does that? 🤭🤭🤭

😂🤣😂 Look, this isn't what you would call a typical Jikook moment. It's just one of those things someone with a brain like mine would notice, alright? It's JK adjusting himself, of course I noticed. But it was JK adjusting himself while talking about Jimin. 🤭🤭🤭

Moving onnnnnnn.... what do you reckon Jikook have been saying to eo all these years?

And why do they have to be that close? Its that lack of personal space thing they've always had going on 🤭

Anyway, let's do a tiny analysis because we can. I was watching this because it doesn't matter how long you've been around there is always BTS content to catch up on, and I noticed something that really tickled me.

So Jimin was asked to pretend he's preventing his gf from breaking up with him. V wanted to pretend to be the gf but JK quickly beats him to it.

He stands up incredibly fast and stops infront of Jimin 😂😂 JK did not want another member to play this role. He really wanted to be Jimin's pretend girlfriend 🤭🤭🤭

The best part though, is when Jimin still names his girlfriend Jeon Jungkook. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm sorry but that was too funny to me. Jimin and his girlfriend Jungkook 🤭🤭 Not RM finding it cringy 😂😂😂 RM's reactions never fail y'all.

Then, Jimin was asked to pick an actress he would love to work with.

And so he did.

Then an outraged JK was like, what about me???

Umm... okay? You're not even on the list bro, maybe chill? 🤭😂

It's the little things guys. It's the little things. And of course satellite Jikook are sitting next to eo. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Next I'm gonna share this extremely soft Jikook moment. Like, he didn't even hurt him. That punch was so soft and yet here Jimin is just hugging on JK and apologising for the clearly painless punch. But its the tight hug at the end for me 🥺

Alrighty! Back to another BV analysis. So remember when they went to that tourist place with all the dinosaur carcasses and Jimin was soooooooo excited? As soon as he spotted it he told us about how he loves dinosaurs

He couldn't wait to get off the ATV and ran towards it.

And there he goes telling RM all about it. Super super excited he is.

As soon as he was given the go ahead he got inside one of them.

Now, JK could you please tell us your favourite animal just one more time?

Thank you JK ☺☺☺

Out of the million things Jikook have in common, quickly add dinosaurs to the list if you haven't. 🥰🥰

While we are on BV there is this one moment that I didn't understand. Like Jimin was just there... he wasn't even talking it was RM and someone else talking. But JK was just.... staring at Mimi

Like for no reason. And as soon as Jimin turned back to his food JK quickly looks away.

This JK habit absolutely fascinates me. Like fr fr. What is it? What goes on? Like Mr. Jeon can you speak your thoughts outloud? That's your man, you've known him for years, why do you look at him like you've never seen him before? It's just... I don't understand... but I know it ain't normal. Like, friends don't just stare at their other friends for no reason.

Okay so I just thought this was cute

And this will always be very eyebrow raising for me. Why u blushing for your bandmate Jimin?

And why does JK always look so cocky when that happens? 🤔 Guess we'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Satellite Jeon my favourite! Look at him be subtle!

Oh what's that? V showing Jimin his phone?

Oops, JK must know what Jimin is looking at. On time, like clockwork. Peekaboo!

This one i clicked on by accident but I'm not mad at it. For me, It's how deep Jimin's fingers are digging into an erogenous part of JK's body 😏

Sorry I'm late my dear. But hope this post finds you well 💚💚💚

In conclusion:

[ya-what--ya-erster]

Goodbye Don't Last Forever

Javey. Kind of funny ngl. Enjoy.

David Jacobs was eighteen and newly graduated when his girlfriend, Francis Sullivan, left for Santa Fe, leaving no goodbye and no way to contact her.

David went crazy when she left. He loved her and she left without a word to him. He made some stupid (but not too regrettable) decisions in the time after. Dyed his dirty blonde hair a dark shade of brown. Started wearing his glasses again. Went outside only when required (as in almost never). Stopped talking to many of his friends.

Only two of the habits died, and fortunately it was those last two. He found himself to be pretty fine within a few months of her being gone.

Six years later, David Jacobs was 24 years old and getting a new roommate.

"Hi, are you David?" A confident voice came from behind him.

He turned to face- woah he's hot- the person asking the question.

"Yeah, yes, that's me. David Jacobs. Hi."

The man smiled and held out a hand to shake.

"Jack Kelly."

Those eyes... that handshake. So familiar. But the familiarity was out of reach in David's mind.

So he stood up a little straighter, smiled back, and said, "Nice to meet you in person finally. I mean I trusted Albert enough to not find me a serial killer roommate but... I feel very assured now, haha..."

"I won't kill ya, Davey."

Davey...

"Good to know. Same here. Do you need help taking anything up?"

Jack shook his head. "All I's got is this." He nodded to a moderately sized suitcase that he was gripping.

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't-"

"It's nothing, Dave. I just had to leave kinda quickly and didn't have much anyways."

"Well, uh. Let me uh... I guess, follow me?"

...

David was down bad for his roommate. And, down bad as in like, Taylor Swift "if I can't have him/I might just die it would make no difference."

Something about him, Jack, felt so familiar in all the most wonderful ways. His smile was a smile David felt like he had seen dozens of times.

David wanted to know why. He wanted to know why this boy felt so natural in the environment. Why he seemed to be the missing piece in David's life.

He was going to find out.

Not today though, he decided, when Jack entered the apartment looking like he was about to burst into tears.

"Hey, are you okay?" David asked slowly.

Jack nodded stiffly, putting his head down and throwing his bag and coat to the floor.

"Jack, you look sad."

"I'm fine."

"Jack."

"I ain't- you don't gotta be all in my business." Jack was heading to his tiny bedroom, so David grabbed his arm to stop him.

"You can tell me, you know?"

Jack leaned forward, hugging David, beginning to cry.

"Woah, hey. Hey, it's alright, let it out..." David wished Jack would hug him more often, and not while crying.

Jack continued to cry for maybe three minutes, David didn't know exactly. What David did know is that when Jack made eye contact with him, he looked like he had done something horrible.

"I ain't a real boy, Dave."

David's heart could have shattered just then, hearing Jack sound so broken.

"What do you mean, you aren't a real boy?"

"I wasn't- I'm not- I am a boy. I know and promise that I am but I just- wasn't born that way and I feel like a fraud and I get sad sometimes."

"That's okay to be sad, Jack. But you're a boy, I know you are. If you say you're a boy, you're a boy. No, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"Okay, Jack Kelly, you are no boy, you're a freakin' man."

Jack smiled a little, wiping his eyes dry.

"Thank ya, Davey."

...

David was having none of this "stay up until 3 AM painting" bullshit.

"Jack Kelly, you will start going to bed at a decent time or so help me-"

"I'm fine, Dave!" Jack defended himself.

"You drank four coffees today and three energy drinks. I don't even know how you're still alive!"

"Fine, fine. I will be in bed no later than midnight."

"Is that the best I'm gonna get?"

"Yup."

David sighed, deciding to give in.

"At least show me what you've been working on into the ungodly hours of the night?"

"Maybe someday." Jack smiled mysteriously and disappeared once again into his room.

David was not staring at his fine ass as he retreated. He wasn't.

...

"Davey, do you got any food?"

David was regretting getting a roommate but also enjoyed having someone around. He didn't appreciate having to buy random shit every other week because Jack had a craving and pretty much no money. (He spent his money on rent and art supplies, which David didn't mind because his apartment was cheaper and Jack's art was amazing.)

"We have fruit snacks and spaghetti-o's if that qualifies as food. We might also have a banana."

Jack strolled into the kitchen area after David's previous statement and pulled out a packet of fruit snacks, a can of spaghetti-o's, and the blender.

"What the fuck are you doing?" David asked, shocked and amused all at once.

"I'm making me some dinner, you want some?"

"Jack, there is no way in Hell you are going to eat- drink spaghetti-o's and fruit snacks put through the blender. It's gonna be terrible."

"Actually, no it isn't. My old friend dared me to do it and it actually tastes good."

David had a brief memory flash through his mind.

"Francis! I dare you to put the two most different things you can think of in the blender and then drink it." Race shouted.

"Okay, I'll do it." Francis smiled that daredevil smile of hers and got started. Spaghetti-o's and fruit snacks.

When it was complete, Francis took a long drink.

"Wow. That's actually not terrible."

"Davey, you good?"

David nodded. "Sorry, just. You just reminded me of something."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Ex-girlfriend."

"Thought you said you're gay?"

"She kind of helped me out on discovering that."

"Well. That's nice of her. How so?"

"Uh. It's a long story."

"I bet I can handle it. Besides, I have an abomination to drink. I'll listen."

"Oh. Okay. Well. Basically, she decided she was going to Santa Fe and wasn't going to, you know, say goodbye to me or anyone. And I spent a long time angry and then realized I didn't really miss her romantically at all and just was pissed, and then me and my friend Albert accidentally fucked when we were drunk and I was like 'wow that's allowed?' and anyways uh Al and I aren't and weren't interested in each other at all, we were just drunk like I said, but then it all made sense why I wasn't like, sad over the 'love of my life' leaving because it was just a high school girlfriend and I'm not even into girls. So I'm not even mad at her anymore really I'm just gay and confused and I've talked a lot now sorry."

David looked up at Jack for a reaction. He was wearing this face... David could not name the emotion.

"What was her name?"

Huh. Weird question.

"Why?"

"Well, I was just wonderin' if maybe I met her, since I's come here from Santa Fe and all."

"Oh. Yeah, uh. Her name's Francis Sullivan."

"Have a picture?"

"Yeah, one sec." David scrolled through his phone's camera roll until he found her. "Here."

The picture made Jack frown, and David kind of would have done anything to make him smile again.

"You know her?" David asked.

"Yeah, uh. I knew her."

David's heart sped up.

"Really? Is she doing okay? Is she alright? Do you know where she lives, cause I might need to go-"

"Davey. Stop."

"What?"

"You can't exactly go visit her."

"Why not?"

Jack seemed to be looking inside himself instead of at David when he spoke.

"She was... the real depressed type, Dave. Always sad. She never smiled, I don't think. She was in a real bad state of mind."

"What're you-"

"She ain't alive no more."

Everything stopped in David's head.

"What?"

"I'm real sorry, Dave. She just ain't... But I'm here."

"What's that supposed to mean? 'You're here?'"

Jack hesitated before opening his mouth. "She didn't exactly... die the way you're thinking. She, uh. She just... more... changed? She ain't Francis anymore. She cut her hair and went on T and got top surgery and goes by a boy's name now, and he/him. So, uh, tellin' ya she died was probably not the brightest idea but that was an in-the-moment decision."

"Good for him. What does that have to do with you being here?"

Jack made absolute eye contact with David, wondering how he could be so fucking stupid, and held it. Held it as he crossed the room and held it up until the moment he pulled David into a hug.

"I'm sorry for leavin' you. I just had ta get away."

David jerked away from Jack in a quick movement.

"You? You're... You- I can't-" David's brain was moving too quickly and all he could think to do was punch Jack in the face as hard as humanly possible.

Which he did.

"Son of a bitch- Dave! I only told ya cause I thought you said ya weren't mad anymore!"

"Yeah, well. Now I am, asshole. You... You deep friend burnt-ass dino nugget dickhead. You absolute.... I can't even. How dare you? I fucking loved you, yes even if I'm gay now, and you, you just ran the fuck off and never bothered contacting me for six years. I would have understood if you needed to leave, needed to leave me, needed... whatever. I would have given you your space. I hate you."

Jack looked hurt. It made David feel good. All that pain he went through and it was being passed on.

"Davey-"

"David."

"Right, sorry. David. I'm really sorry. I don't- I never meant ta hurt you. To be honest, I thought you'd be glad if I left and never came back."

David felt less good.

"I just- I wanted to feel like I could be free. It didn't really... go as planned. Because I just realized I wanted to come back. Mostly for you."

David didn't stop to think. David just kissed Jack like he was hungry for it.

"I fucking hate you." He said, pulling away.

"No you don't."

"Don't test your luck."

A small moment of touching silence passed.

"So..." Jack started. "You slept with Al?"

"Now I actually do hate you. Get out, I'm calling him. Maybe he'll be nice to me."

"Davey... I love you. I always did."

"I'm... good to know. I can't- I'm still mad, bitch."

Jack just laughed, and he knew right then that it would all be fine.

A/N: hope y'all liked it :) It'll be on ao3 asap

[shotgunbunny]

“But daddy I love him.” with crybaby! reader aka defending Ransom to your father and the soft kisses and sex afterwords and him saying how proud he is of you. Maybe he also makes you cry more bc he just loves your tears.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

WC:2k+ GIF by forchrisevans

I love love love this sm! I'm making this a dark ransom Au where he's a writer that's supa rich <3 A/n: I literally felt so bad for the dad in this fic why did I make the dad so sad man.

(Warnings!! Dark!Ransom!! Mentions of murder!! Smut!! Soft! Ransom!! tiny bit of angst!! Dirty talk!!)

You were excited for tonight. You were finally introducing you boyfriend to you parents. You weren't nervous as Ransoms cocky ways and charming nature eased your fears. He always had a way with words, maybe that's why he became a writer. You had tried to read one of his book before he pried it from your hands and began talking about how you wouldn't like the book, and because you loved him you trusted him.

You were absolutely oblivious to the fact that every book he wrote was centred around you. He wrote story after story about how after follow the woman of his dreams he finally had her and now he had to kill anyone who stood in his way. Half of his fans loved the books and the other half was terrified of Ransom and researching that all his girlfriends guy friends had died.

You sighed and stretched your limbs out on the king sized bed at Ransoms house. You turned and laid on him, drawing lazy flower patterns onto his chest. He looked at you softly, soaking in the attention you were offering him. "Ran?" He let out a deep hum before he brought his hand up to card through your hair. "Are you nervous for tonight?" He looked down at you and flashed you his winning smile.

"Not one bit baby, everyone loves me. Luckily you're the only one that has my love in return." And if they didn't love him, he'd set up there death as a car accident and sweep you off your feet into his house. He was ready with so many options so he wasn't nervous or scared. Instead he was curious to see what your parents reaction would be.

"Come on flower we best get up and get ready." You shook your head and settled firmly on top of Ransom. He chuckled at you and sat up. You clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. He slid his strong arm under your ass and stood up looking down at you and kissing your nose softly. "Hmm I thought you were my flower but you're actually just my koala." You giggled and stretched your legs out. He placed you down gently, kissing you sweetly one last time.

Ransom headed towards his walk in wardrobe and pulled out the famous white cable knit sweater. He looked kinder in this, more homely. Soft as you'd say. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. He pulled his pants on and you pulled on your little black dress that Ransom adored. It wasn't too short, it was just right. He stared at you doped up on his love for you before he attacked your face with kisses.

You felt so safe in Ransoms arms while he rained kisses all over you. And just like that all your potential worries disappeared into the night.

Ransom pulled up into the large gravel drive way and flashed you a smirk. He was used to snobby driveways, after all he stemmed from a rich family. You both got out and Ransom tutted at you mumbling about how he wanted to open you door for you like a gentleman. You both closed your doors and Ransom hurried over to you, holding your hand as you began walking to the front door.

You pressed the door bell and it was immediately opened by your mother rather than one of the house cleaners. You smiled at her and you beamed at you, and the glanced at Ransom. "Come in both of you! Dinner has just finished being made!" She rushed off and you looked at Ransom. He looked down at you and pulled your hand which was interlocked with his, up to his face where he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles.

You both took your shoes and coats off and you led him to the dinning room. Your mum was hurrying around playing plates down all the while your father sat still until he moved his head and stared at Ransom. Beside your dad was one of Ransoms book. You were so happy your dad had read some of Ransoms works, surely he'd like him.

Whilst in Ransoms mind he knew he was completely and utterly fucked. The look in your fathers eyes and the glimpse of the folded pages in the book proved that he knew that Ransom was not everything he seemed. Ransom could feel his heart hurt a small bit, he knew that when the 'accident' happens you're gonna weep your little heart out and it will be all because of him. And for a split second, Ransom wished that there was another way instead of that but there wasn't. So he swallowed down the heart ache he'll suffer and sat down at the table.

Your father stared at him while your mother and you chirped happily about you day. You began digging into you meal as did you mum, both of you still nattering oblivious to the staring match between your dad and Ransom. He flashed him a gentle smile, a peace treaty almost, and began digging into the meal. "This is absolutely amazing Ma'am." Your mum blushed and thanked him.

As you were all dining your dad finally spoke, still staring at the sick bastard in front of him. "Hey honey, have you ever read any of Ransoms works?" You looked up and blinked noting the angry look burried in his eyes. "No, they're not my kinda thing." You turned to look at Ransom and flashed him a smile which he returned.

"Well you should honey. There's this one character in here that's exactly like your old friend. And he died the exact same way as he did." You dropped you fork and stared at your dad. Shocked that he would ever bring that up let alone try and claim Ransom had something to do with it. "Why would you say that?" Your dad turned his harsh glare towards you.

"I know you're not the brightest honey, but he's a goddamn sociopath! He's insane! I don't want you seeing him anymore!" You stood up shocked by your dad's behaviour, Ransom stood up too and left the room, he began getting his shoes and coat on when he heard your cries. He peaked around the corner and saw tears streaming down your face. "But daddy I love him! He would never hurt me! And he knows that if he hurt anyone I loved, it would hurt me! So how can you even suggest that!"

Ransom felt his heart hurt, he remembered holding you everynight while you were grieving your friends. God knows how much it would hurt when you had to grieve your parents. God he would do anything to avoid that outcome. "How stupid are you?! He's a murderer! He killed your friends claiming it was a sick and twisted version of love!"

You swallowed down a sob and bit back at him for these insane accusations. "I never want to see you again! You won't get an invite to our wedding or meet your first grandchild! Not until you apologize to the man I love!" You dad scoffed, tears in his eyes yet he was holding back. You mother was openly weeping. The pause lasted too long cementing your choice in choosing Ransom. You walked out and bumped into him. He hugged you and you got ready and left.

The second you were in the bedroom, Ransom was kissing you, softly sweetly. Every part of him was gently. Even as you began undressing each other, he treated you delicately. Not wanting to illicit tears, not yet. Because they'd be sad tears, not tears of ecstacy.

He kissed along your legs, allowing his hands to gently trail up your thighs before they splayed out on your hips. He moved his head up, and blowed along your wetness. Adoring the little flutter of your hips and the breathy moan that escaped your pretty mouth. He licked gently, slowly. Torturing you yet he was appreciating your taste, trying to put it into words. He went back for a second taste before he centred on your clit, he moved his hands then. Dragging one down towards your hole with a feather light tight before he plunged one finger in and then another. His other hand trailed up taking a breast in his hand.

He looked up and saw the beauty that was you, your head tilted back while moans escaped you like a desperate song. He flicked your nipple before he began gently circling it with his thick digit. While you were preoccupied with the stimulation of your nipple, Ransom plunged another finger into you before he pulled away completely.

He felt the need to be even more submerged in this moment of pleasure with you. He leaned down and captured your lips in his. Holding you close towards his body. You felt him move his tip up and down your slit, you could feel his precum mix with your own wetness. He stopped and places his cock against your hole. He stared down at you as if you were the world itself. "I love you so much." And with that he applied pressure and his cock slipped in with a pop. He slowly pushed down until he was fully settled in you.

You caught your breath after Ransom knocked it out of you by entering you. You stared at him and pressed you lips together, completely enthralled by him. By his declaration of love. He slowly began thrusting and pulled away, allowing for your shallow breathing to sink. "My angel, you did so good for me. Defended my name. Defended me. God you are worth every ounce of my love and more. Fucking perfect tight pussy. Was made for me by the Gods." You felt tears gather in your eyes at his words. He began thrusting faster.

His slid his hand down and began to circle your clit, watching with pride blooming in his chest as your tears slide down your face. You were embracing the ultimate pleasure of his cock and the result was something so beautiful that he couldn't even fathom how you weren't worshipped. He leaned down and licked your tears before pressing his forehead to yours and watching more tears stream down your face.

"Fuck you're so good to me baby, so fucking good. This pussy treats me so well too. Fucking grips my cock so well. Would worship this cunt, would worship you. So good baby."

He couldn't help it he took his hand away from your button and instead wrapped it around you throat, fucking you with vigor over the sight before him. Tears streaming down your face, his hand tight around your throat and your breasts bouncing. "Fuck! My little crybaby, you look perfect like this. Need this in a picture. Fucking beautiful. You deserve to be fucked like this baby." He leaned down and licked the tears off your face all the while holding your throat tighter making your face slowly bloom red over the lack of air flow. "Fuck it looks like you're crying diamonds. I'll get you a diamond, get you one for your dainty finger." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

Before he pulled away and squeezed tight on your throat and began pounding you so fast that it took only 5 thrusts before you convulsed on his cock and bucked you body up desperate to be free from his hands yet also enraptured in your orgasm. Ransom came seconds after. The tightness of your cunt and the beauty of you was enough to push him past his limit. His hips stuttered and he came, some of it inside you before he pulled out and coated you in it. He pulled his hand off your throat, embracing truly how amazing you were.

You laid catching your breath just barely recognising Ransom getting you water and a towel to clean you up. After that was all done he got in bed and you cuddled with him. Your head on his chest while his arm held you protectively. "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you." You batted your eyelashes at him, utterly soft for his praise. "I did?" He smiled and kissed your forehead. "Absolutely my love, I'm so happy baby because of you. I'm gonna put a ring on you, that's how proud I am of you." You giggled and cuddled closer into him. "We'll see bear." And with that you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Ransom grabbed his phone and cancellation off the plan of the 'accident'. Instead he would wait for your dad to crack under the pressure. Especially when everyone else in the family got a wedding invite except him. Ransom was happy truly, there would be no more blood on his hands and now he could focus purely on you.

[itonashi]

i love your bllk works sm!!! esp lil bro nagi ueueue hes so cute! read the latest one where reader dates sae and me, local sae liker as well, would like to... see more... of sae... perhaps in a reader and sae academic rivals au? 👁👁

NOT MY FAULT.

pairing: itoshi sae x fem!reader

warning: reader is nagi older sister, mentioned of other char, insults, rumours, ooc characters maybe, bullying, alot of flashbacks, honkai impact char involved

notes: this is gonna be my favorite reqs out of all of them ngl... love the suggestion!! yes, i love honkai too much im involving them in this story ☹️🫶. you simply cannot stop me from involving my favorite character in this story.

yae sakura, your friend is dragging you to the board that list all of the rank for the last week's test. it was out of character of her to drag you and be enthusiastic. she was always a calm and a patience girl.

just what got her so excited?

"sakura. is there a reason why you're so excited to see the rank?"

she halt her step and you almost bump into her. "you wanna know why?" she faced you and let go of your hand. sakura slightly smile "i wonder if that rival of yours is in the top 3." she teased you. you frown a little at the mentioned of 'rival'. "i couldn't careless..." you scoffed.

"let's go now. the others are probably waiting."

"oh, right."

following behind sakura's step; you two arrived at the board and your circle is waiting by the sidelines since the board is crowded with other students eager to know their ranks. they all greeted you and you nod in acknowledgement.

"you're first place this time, [name]!" your boy friend beamed. kevin kaslana, your other half. not those kind of other half but the platonic type. you consider him as your best friend and brother.

"ohhh... then who's second?" you questions kevin. "isn't it obvious?" he flatly said. he averted his eyes to a figure and you followed his eyes movement. 'ahh.. he lose this time.' well atleast you now know who is placed second because of kevin.

"oops! gotta go. my girlfriend is calling me." and with that, kevin run off to who knows where. "congratulations, [name]." su, your other boy friend congratulated you. you shot a tiny smile at him.

every student that's attending this international school have what it takes to be the best — but only the selected individuals could be at the top of the world. as of now, there's only 7 geniuses that were selected. all of those selected geniuses have already offers waiting for them. wether it be the sports national team (whatever you called it) or an elite educational university waiting for them.

"congrats." a deep voice said behind you. you turned to face the person. his bored eyes staring into you. "congratulations to you too, itoshi-san." you slightly smile. "i don't need your congratulations." he scoffed. the same as ever, straightforward.

"being salty would get you nowhere, itoshi-san." you lightly chuckles. sae frown at your words and mumbled 'whatever'. "well, we gotta get going now. see you later, itoshi-san." you bid your goodbye and sakura soon followed after you. even if you two were rival, basic manners should be there.

"how's rin?"

sakura slightly widen her eyes at the mentioned of her little sister. "don't worry, she's a strong girl. im sure she's okay." sakura said with a slight tint of sadness. her little sister, yae rin was a sick girl and sakura would do anything for her little sister. she would abide to any wishes that rin want.

saying goodbye to sakura, you two went your separate ways to class. "ahh, there you are." a green hair female taking steps towards you with a mature and annoyed voice. you sweat drop on what's to come from her. knowing mobius, she maybe will hammer words into your head.

"mobius, what's wrong?" you asked with worried voices. "look at your locker." you glanced at your locker — you slightly widen your eyes at the sight of your locker with red pen marker. bad words written on it. your lip turning into a straight line. no expression on your face. you walked towards your locker.

'cheater!'

'freak.'

'traitor.'

and many more.

brushing your hand against some of the words. you went straight to get things to get it clean up. no words spoken between you and mobius. while you were cleaning up, kevin entered the classroom alongside with sae. kevin noticed you crouching down by your locker, scrubbing off things hard.

before you could even finish cleaning it, someone took your wrist that was holding the towel. "who wrote this?" kevin's familiar voice right by your ear. "i don't know." you flatly said, continuing what you were doing after kevin let go off your wrist.

kevin knew all to well about you. if there's a slightest change on you — that means something happened. after class finish, you would probably run off somewhere and kevin will have to find you and drag you back.

sae quietly watched the scene just now. someone wrote bad things on your locker... this is definitely some jealous people that did this. seeing you with a different expression feels weird to sae. as he was used to your backhanded and teasing personality towards him. seeing you so quiet doesn't quite suit you, right.

maybe he will go and find out who. using his fame at school to find out who did it. it's likely that only the 3rd years that did this. if he found out who it is, he wants you to pay him back somehow. not with money.

ding!

it's lunch time now. as kevin expected, as soon as the bell rings — you stood up from your seat and run off to who knows where. just after you left the class, sae soon followed but kevin doesn't care on what he does. "should we go find her now, kevin?" su tapped on kevin's shoulder and kevin nodded.

"she will probably be on the rooftop, archery club or... her little brother's class?" su pondered on the possibility of you being on those three places. you're like a stray cat after something bad happened.

"let's check out the rooftop. she might be hiding in a corner."

"ah... right."

the rooftop have always calms you down. the fresh air upon entering the rooftop of the school. no one to bother you at the rooftop unless someone tried to find you. you felt like you were free on this rooftop, away from the competitive individuals. you went to the railing of the rooftop and just look at the scenery infront of you. you took a deep in and out breath. it was peaceful until someone decided to open a mouth.

"having fun?"

oh, the voice you know so well... you gathered your thoughts before facing him and giving a close eyed smile.

"i was having fun until you came, itoshi-san."

the peaceful time you just have was interrupted by the football prodigy, itoshi sae . one of the selected individuals that was set to be the best. you view him as your rival because he's the only person who gets on your nerves. his snarky remarks and those straightforward, cold personality.

even mobius is not that annoying.

"i never thought that your brother will be chosen, nagi." sae calls you with your last name.

"what do you mean by that? are you implying that my brother doesn't deserve that spot?" you uttered. you don't like it when people doubt that your brother is actually deserving for that spot. you hate people who insult and doubt your little brother. as he was very much deserved for that spot.

"yeah. isn't he that one guy who laze around?" he inquired, he sometimes see your brother lazing around the rooftop — just like you but even if your brother didn't try hard. he managed to get into the top 3 for the first years.

"so what?" your voice turn cold. the moment sae said those words. you weren't the person he knows. those three years of knowing you in this school, you had never look at him with that cold gaze. your kind and lovely facade was falling apart in front of him.

"don't bother talking about my brother like that. fix your relationship with your brother instead." you continued your words before leaving sae's sight. the words you said hit a deep part of sae's heart. he clenched his fist and looked at the direction you just left

"oh, she's not here..." kevin and su looked for you at the rooftop. they even look at every nook and cranny on the rooftop. kevin meet su's eyes and nodded, making their way to the archery club. maybe you were letting off steam there?

'rin went home before me...' sae had recently finished his practice when he coincidentally passed by the archery club practice place. he saw you sitting there with an unreadable face with earbuds connected to your phone.

you noticed his presence and he slightly faltered when he met your eyes. he broke off the eye contact and went on his way to home.

'i better get home too. sei, must be starving.." you stood up from your position and took your bag with you — leaving the school grounds, you planned onto going to the nearest convenience store to buy some ice cream and instant food on the way to home.

the worker greeted you upon on entering the store and, lo an behold, itoshi sae in the store too. an awkward silence was met when you noticed him in the store. you hoped that he was finished with the ice cream after you finished picking instant foods and drinks.

"she's also not here!" kevin exclaimed. "calm down, she's probably at her brother's classroom." su reassured, trying to calm down kevin who was panicking because this is the first time kevin never found you on the first.

"right! let's go!"

what a change of mood.

"ah, [name]-senpai." reo noticed you walking into his and nagi's classroom. you acknowledged his presence and went to take a chair to sit beside your brother.

reo also went to nagi's table and took a chair to sat at. nagi look up from his phone and noticed his sister laying down her head at his table just looking at him. "i ate already, nee-san." he reassured you. "is that so? very good, sei." you ruffled nagi's hair and look at reo. reo tilted his head, awaiting what you're going to say to him.

"bring him melon pan from the cafeteria, medium size only."

"is that what im supposed to do every day at school?"

"ah no. three times in a week bring him that."

"is this like a schedule for nagi..?"

"yeah."

sae walked past your brother's classroom — just simply glancing at the classroom not noticing your head that's in the classroom, right now. the male didn't noticed you but you saw him passing by. 'what is he doing at the 2nd years building? he have no business here.' you pondered the reason he was here at the floor. it couldn't be that he was going to the 1st years building for his brother — the building is on the other way.

"i'll be going now, sei, reo." you bid your goodbye and left the classroom following sae — keeping a distance. 'am i crazy for following him? maybe.' you snapped out of your thoughts and you saw those typical romance manga scene, a senior with a junior.

the junior is probably confessing her undying love towards the senior. a very clichè plot line, and so the senior probably will accept the junior's feelings.

ah, the junior got flatly rejected by the senior. well, that's to be expected. sae is not interested in a relationship in the meantime but why do i feel relieved that the junior got rejected by sae?

1st stage: denial.

"there you are, [name]!" kevin exclaimed when he saw you at your brother's classroom, hanging around there. you turned your head away from nagi and look at kevin with a confused face. "what's wrong?" you replied.

"you know, we went through many challenges to find you and my energy is drained because of you. stop running off to who-knows-where. i don't even know why i always tried to find you but hey atleast in the end i always found you, you stray cat. oh? why am i calling you a stray cat? maybe..." kevin went on rambling about how annoying you are when you get sad, hammering words into you but it came in the right ear and got out of the left ear. you tuned out his voice and look at su for help to get you out of the situation but su just look at you with the 'no, you're not running away' face and shake his head.

nagi watched the two of you throwing remarks at each other back to back and wondered 'nee-san have alot of energy when she's with them...' blinking his eyes.

when you were with your group of friends, you had a different energy with them. when he saw you happily conversing with them at the end of the school day, it was a new sight to see. in the past nagi even accidentally blurted out 'is that really you, nee-san?'

"now let's go back to class." kevin trying to stern his voice so that you would listen to him. "whatever." you rolled your eyes and start walking to class. su and kevin catching with you — just before stepping out of the class, you give your head a turn and smile at nagi, waving at him goodbye and finally make your way to class.

getting closer to the class. su noticed something different, it was noisy than usual. it sounds like people arguing. "it's quite noisy..." su is uncertain if it is people arguing or something good just happened in class.

"what's that group of girls from different class doin in our class... with that itoshi as well." kevin squinted his eyes to get a good look on inside the class before entering with the three of you.

"this is very sudden of y-"

her words got cut off when the three of you entered the class. the class went silent with you guys presence. the faces inside were full of worried, shocked, unbothered, annoyed, angered faces.

"what were you trying to say?" sae's usual nonchalant voice is there. what is he doing? is he trying to provoke them? "aren't you doing too much? doing vandalism that is." sae continued to provoke the girls. were their the people who did those things to your locker? even if their did, why would sae go out of his way for this?

"like i said, why are you accusing us?!" the 'leader' of the girls gritted her teeth. "why? because you guys are the one that did it." sae glared at them and they stiffened up — averting their eyes away from sae. one of the girls suddenly met eye contact with you and jumped a little bit, quickly broke the eye contact from your staring.

"it's enough now." you finally spoke up and make your way to them. the girls took a step back from you and you noticed it. you noticed that the girls are sweating at this point. one of them got their palms clenched up, one of them just staring into the floor.

"nagi, we're innocent! we would never do that to your locker."

"bingo."

"eh?"

you scoffed and turn your head to sae, he was starring daggers at the girls but now have turned his attention to you. he tried to open his mouth but you stop him by putting your hand up.

now your attention is on the girls. "now i know who did those things at my locker." the girls widened their eyes and look down. "when i entered the class, you guys didn't mentioned anything about locker. itoshi-san only mentioned vandalism but when i make my way to you guys, you suddenly mentioned my locker — that was vandalized this morning." you continued. they tried to say something but words won't come out of their mouth.

"as far as i know, no one knew of this except for the people that was in the class this morning. aren't you girls from the other class?"

"we-"

"just admit it. you guys are the one that did it."

"y-yes... we a-are the one.. that did i-it." they stammered over their words. "get out of the class and don't mention this to anyone." you huffed and let out of a sigh. they immediately got out of the class, hurrying their steps.

"you guys go ahead. i have other things to do." you said to your group of friends.

it was already the end of the day except for some people practicing for future competitions like the soccer team. 'now, i should go to the field.' you hastily make your way to the field just to talk to that guy.

you saw the green field in your vision and the soccer team taking a break. you took a breath because you were going too fast going down the stairs. nagi noticed you coming up to the field and stood up. "nee-san, what are you doing here?" nagi tug on your uniform sleeve.

"because i want to talk to itoshi sae. when will the practice end?"

"in another 30 minutes..."

"ill wait."

"are we walking back home together, nee-san?" nagi looked at you with curious eyes. "yeah, we are." you smile at nagi and tap his hand to get back to training. you sit at a bench, waiting for the 30 minutes to end.

"why did you do that?"

"just because i want to." sae walked away from his position after the girls got out of the classroom and sat at his usual seat. you furrowed your eyes but let what happened earlier passed.

"i wonder why he helped me..." you muttered under your breath. you almost curled up your skirt, remembering what happened today. you took out your phone to pass the time, texting with the group.

mei's bf : @[nickname], did you get home yet????

you : no. im waiting for nagi.

personal doctor : stay safe. kevin wouldn't shut up about today. im going crazy.

mei's bf : that's why you shouldn't be my roommate 😒

personal doctor: stfu, i was forced too...

mei's bf: WHAT THE HELL. SINCE WHEN DO YOU CURSE ...

scientist : oh, did that issue was already solved?

you : yes, lol.

scientist : stop being a troublemaker like kevin.

mei's bf : ok, mobius...

you : LMAOOO 😭 i won't. no worries :x

the texting went on about the day and other topics. you check the time on your phone 'there's 7 minutes left' and you turn off your phone. you stand up and walk towards the field, the reddish brown hair male see you walking towards the field and remembered what your brother said to him.

"my sister wants to talk to you." nagi spoke only those words and disappeared from sae's sight. sae was dumbfounded on why you want to talk to him but regardless didn't ask why.

he sling his bag across his shoulders and walk towards you. "what is it?" his voice surprised you and you quickly look back, letting a sigh, you point towards a quiet place and sae's nod.

nagi and some of the team members watch the two of you walking together. otoya put a hand on nagi's shoulder "bro, is your sister abandoning you with him." one of them muttered under their breath "why is nii-chan with her..." nagi heard that and look at the person who said it, furrowing his eyebrows.

'i wonder what will they talk about...'

you halt your steps and look at sae — sae took a step back, looking everywhere but not your eyes. "look me in the eyes." you stern, you want to talk to him while he is looking directly in your eyes. his eyes were already captivating enough for you to get lost in but this isn't the time to do that.

he sigh, and look at your eyes "happy?". you shot a tiny smile and nod. "thank you, itoshi-san." you express your gratitude to him for today and continue "thank you for finding the people who did it. it it were me, i wouldn't do it that way. we may kinda start it rough in the first place but the past is past, right? can i repay you somehow for today?"

the ghost of a smile flitted across his handsome feature.

"i would like to say sorry for that day. doubting your brother." to be honest, you didn't expect him to apologize for that day. you were baffled but kept your composure "it's okay now, im not that mean to not forgive you. forgive me for saying 'that' too but before you said anything, why did you do that? helping me.." your voice turned lower and lower when you got to the last part.

"because you are a great rival. i wouldn't want my own rival to be saddened because of a stupid jealousy, right?"

"ah."

'im a great rival to him? wait wait wait... what is this warmth feelings. a great rival... this is such a hassle to think about.. what does my face look like right now?' your mind is in scramble after the male said those few words. i mean, this guy that's in front of you have too much ego in his ass, so for him to admit this..

you were 3 points away from having a full mark and that guy itoshi sae got a full mark. you fix up your hair after ruffling it a bit because of the frustration that you didn't get full mark. might as well ask that guy on how he got the answer, right?

you walk up to itoshi sae and he noticed your presence, raising an eyebrow for the sudden approach and look at the paper in your hand. "itoshi-san mind explaining how you got that answer?" you ask with the most polite voice you can muster to him. he hold up his hand and you give your paper to him. he scan your answer and give it back.

"come closer if you want to hear the explanation." he nonchalantly said. does this guy know what he just said? nevermind. you shook off that thought and scoot closer to the male. he start explaining on how he got the answer and you from time to time ask him questions.

"ahh.. so it is that easy."

"well, not my fault that you are reckless at this easy question."

what did that guy just said? this man... if we weren't in class i would've flip him off. "haha, you're right... thank you, itoshi.." you lightly laugh and got away from his table.

you cross your arm "well, you flattered me. tomorrow, tell me what you want." you quickly walk away from sae and meet up with your younger brother. the latter only watch you getting smaller and smaller. the blush on his ears were so evident, luckily there is no one around.

'what should i make her repay me with?'

that was the only thing on sae's mind while walking back home.

you jump on your bed, opening your chats messages that was flooding. looking at the notification, new notif come and it was from itoshi sae. has he finally make up his mind and decided to tell you right now?

opening his message, you write out your reply.

bad hairstyle : home yet?

you : yes.

bad hairstyle : i have already thought off what i want from you.

you : oh... what is it?

bad hairstyle : can it be anything?

you : no. i already read too much things that happened when the character said "ill do anything!"

you : think of it carefully.

bad hairstyle : tutor me.

you : what.

bad hairstyle : are you blind?

you : my vision is completely fine. anyway, are you serious????

bad hairstyle : what? just because im already smart, you don't want to tutor me?

you : do you even have time for this?

bad hairstyle : ill make it work into my schedule.

you : fine. i don't have any objection anyway.

what's wrong with this guy? suddenly wanting you to tutor him. is he drunk or something... whatever.

ding!

oh.. at the library — more privacy there.