#i don't think he really knew till the end cause my 'flirting' is just me being mean

[no-mercy-bby]

I'VE GOT A HOT ROD FORD AND A TWO DOLLAR BILL

AND I KNOW A SPOT RIGHT OVER THE HILL

THERE'S A SODA POP AND THE DANCIN'S FREE

IF YOU WANNA HAVE FUN COME ALONG WITH ME

[starsval]

i can see you

barty crouch jr x reader

summary: academic rivals to lovers with barty

word count: 2,5k

warnings: kissing, and idk, barty being barty ig, reader is pureblood

a/n: idk if i like this and i know that i don't like the ending but yeah

You brush past me in the hallway And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya? I’ve been watching you for ages And I spend my time trying not to feel it

you sense his gaze on you even before you can see him. you can feel how he watches you from the other side of the hallway. you can feel things that you shouldn't feel, especially when the cause of those feelings is barty crouch jr. 

you know he's watching you. even with a girl under his shoulder. even when his friends are talking to him. 

he's looking at you. 

and you can feel as he practically pushes you when he brushes past you. giving you not more than a glare. 

but the truth is, that he can feel you too. and maybe it's because he's been watching you for ages, but he's convinced himself that it's because you feel the same. 

he can see as you watch him from your table in the library. even when there's a good looking guy talking to you, he knows that you're watching him. and that's the reason for much of his smirks. 

But what would you do if I went to touch ya now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a So-o-ound?

neither of you know how this happened. how a discussion about a grade turned into this. 

"can you just shut up?" barty says, passing one of his hands through his hair. 

"oh, so when you do better you get to laugh at me, but when i do i can't?" you question with a chuckle. 

"no you can't" 

"you don't tell me what to do barty" you roll your eyes and you're about to turn around, but the way you said his name changed something in him. 

"what would you do if i went to touch you now?" you freeze at his words. 

"you really can't stand getting a lower grade than me, do you?" you back up as he gets closer, until you have nowhere to go. 

"i don't, i really don't" he caresses your cheek. "but isn't this exciting? i know you can feel it" his hand goes down and now he's stroking your neck. "they'll never find us out" 

"wha-" you immediately shut up when you hear voices behind you, and that's when you realise that you ended up in some abandoned classroom. "we can't make a sound" 

you tell him and then you're kissing him. 

'Cause I can see you waiting down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me And what would you do, baby, if you only knew That I can see you?

you're practically sure he's waiting for you down the hallway. with a new girl under his arms but it's still you he's looking for. 

he brushes past you again, except this time his hand finds yours, but his gaze doesn't. 

you're also practically sure that he's getting closer to you at lunch. because a few days ago you couldn't even see him, but now? you can't eat without listening to his voice or feeling his eyes on you. 

And we kept everything professional But something’s changed, it's something I, I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best if we move fast and keep quiet You won't believe half the things I see inside my head Wait till ya see half the things that haven't happened yet

yet nothing really changed. you still glare at each other when the teachers are passing the grades. he still tells you that you have a shoulder to cry if you need one, darling when you get a lower grade. you still put your middle finger up at him when he flirts with you. 

but something actually changed, something you like. because when class is over, you don't go to your room or to the library to study. instead, you go to a certain abandoned classroom. you go find a certain boy who claims he hates you. 

"you still mad that i did better than you?" barty's already there, sitting on a table as you get closer to him. 

"shut up" you know he won't shut up just with your words, so you do it with your lips. his hands go to your hair, and yours to the back of his neck. 

"we have to find somewhere else, my friends are getting suspicious" he tells you, and the look on your face immediately tells him you're up to no good. 

"we can go to my room" you suggest, shrugging. 

"what?" he asks, knowing how risky it is. 

"we can do it, no one really walks though this halls, we just have to move fast and keep quiet"

and that's what you do. until you find yourselves in the calm of your room. 

But what would you do if I went to touch ya now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a So-o-ound?

he knows it’s risky, he knows that people will see this and won’t think of the playful flirting he always does, he knows that he’s too close to you. but he also knows that that guy was flirting with you, and that it bothered him more than it should.

“what would you do if i went to touch you now?” he feels your hand on his chest, pushing him off, but he grabs one of your wrists and gets closer to you to whisper something in your ear. “what would you do if they never found us out?” 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you get away from him and walk out of the party you just were in, away from the guy who was flirting with you, away from everyone. but not from barty, because you know that he’s going to wait at least five minutes and go find you.

“i’m sorry” he doesn’t even say hello when he finds you in the astronomy tower.

“you’re sorry? perfect, 'cause that fixes everything” you scoff, looking at the stars above you.

“he was flirting with you” he excuses himself.

“so that’s why you threw yourself at me like a toxic boyfriend?”

“i’m not toxic?” he actually looks offended when he talks. 

“and you’re not my boyfriend either” he looks away from you. 

"i know" he stays quiet for a moment, but there's this feeling in him that he can't let go of. "but he was flirting with you. and i know that everyone thinks we hate each other. we might even actually hate each other. but he was looking at you like you were nothing but a toy" 

"what if i was flirting back?" you questions, looking at him. 

"you weren't" he assures, meeting your gaze. 

"how would you know" you chuckle. 

"because i know how you look like when you flirt, i know how you lick your lips before saying something that will make the other person want to kiss you. i know how you tilt your head. how you stare at their eyes, then lips and then eyes again"

"congratulations, you know how i flirt, that still doesn't give you any right to do that"

"i know, i'm sorry" you sigh, knowing there's no use. 

"it's okay. it's just that, people are gonna notice, you know? it's suspicious"

"and would that be such a bad thing?" he asks, already knowing the answer. 

"yes it would, our families would kill us"

he doesn't say anything, because he knows it's true. 

"so, everything's fine between us?" he asks. 

"yes"

"are you sure?" you know that he won't believe your words, so you just grab his face and kiss him. and maybe you kiss him because of the family thing. because you want to tell him that you'll be fine even when you don't believe it. 

'Cause I can see you waiting down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me What would you do, baby, if you only knew

you know he's waiting for you outside the great hall, and you know he's pissed. you know he was staring as that girl flirted with you. you know he was staring as you touched her arm. 

and you know that it's going to be fun when you find him at the end of an abandoned hall. 

"hi bar-" you don't get to finish, because as soon as you get close to him, your back is against the wall. 

he's kissing you. and you can barely breathe. and he's not stopping. he's kissing your lips, your neck, and he's going lower when he suddenly pulls away. 

"what would you do, baby, if you only knew?" his hands are on the wall, on both sides of your head. 

"if i only knew what?" you frown, not ignoring the pet name. 

"i know what you're doing" he chuckles, because he really knows. 

"what am i doing?" 

"touching her arm like that? knowing that i was watching" he strokes your cheek, and you immediately go back to how this started. weeks ago after a stupid test. 

"maybe i like her?" you tell him, even though both of you know it's not true. 

"yeah sure" he grabs your jaw, and then he's kissing you again. 

That I can see you? Throw your jacket on the floor I could see you, make me want you even more And what would you do, baby, if you only knew That I can see you?

you know you shouldn't be doing this. you shouldn't be dragging him to your room. not when any of your friends could see you. not when anyone could be in the common room and see you as you lead him to your room. 

but you saw him at the party, his jacket, his hair, his face. and you knew that what people think is fake flirting wouldn't be enough. 

you just wish that people don't get suspicious when you both disappeared. 

"what's happening?" he says in between kisses. because you practically threw yourself at him as soon as you entered your room. 

"nothing" you assure him, pulling away to breathe. 

"this looks like something" you stare at him as he takes his jacket off. and suddenly it's in the floor. and suddenly his hand is in the back of your neck, and the other is in your waist.

"you're making me want you even more" you whisper, and he smiles. 

"good"

I can see you in your suit and your necktie Pass me a note saying: Meet me tonight Then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell, yeah And I could see you being my addiction You can see me as a secret mission Hide away and I will start behaving myself

you knew he was going to the party. you just didn't expect him to be in a suit and necktie. although it makes sense. it's a pureblood party after all. 

and you know you can't talk to him like you'd do in a hogwarts party, so you have to settle for just brushing past him.

and it’s like the fifth time you’ve done that when you feel him passing you a note, when you open it, you smile when you see what it says meet my at midnight - the hottest person here(at the furthest balcony btw). 

once it's midnight and your family is drunk enough, you slip away and slowly walk to the balcony, where barty is already waiting. 

"i thought it was supposed to be the hottest person? why are you here?" you joke as you walk to stand in front of him. 

"you're here, so i guess i'm still right" you laugh, and he puts his hands on your waist. "hi"

"hi" you smile at each other. 

"do you ever think about, not hiding?" he asks. 

"barty" you tell him, glaring at him. 

"i know, i know, our families, yeah. but, at this point you're an addiction and i don't want to see you like you're a fucking secret mission" he puts his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. 

"i'm sorry… but, you know what will happen. we can't risk that. besides, isn't it funny acting like we hate each other?" you pull away and smile at each other before you kiss him. 

"yeah, especially when i get to flirt with you in front of everyone" he smirks, his hand on the back of your neck. 

"they think that i get red from anger when i'm actually just blushing" you admit, before kissing him again. 

I can see you waiting down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me And what would you do, baby, if you only knew

you know he's at the party, of course he is. you also know that you look good, and that the guy who's in front of you is flirting with you right know. but you're more focused on barty walking towards you. 

he steps in front of you, completely blocking your view from the other guy, who gets long forgotten when barty puts one of his hands on your cheek. 

"what are you doing?" you whisper, because you notice the people staring at you. and you notice how he looks at you. how he looks at your lips. 

"please don't get mad at me" he whispers, and you don't have a chance to answer because he's kissing you. in front of everyone.

but you don't care. you just kiss him back, your hands on the back of his neck and your body leaning into him. 

you know people are talking about you. they started when barty put his hand on your cheek. they definitely do when you two kiss. and they keep doing it when you grab his hand and lead him out of the party. 

once you're at your room, you're against the wall. 

"that was crazy, what were you thinking?" you try to argue, but he's kissing you again. 

"we'll talk about that tomorrow"

That I could see you? Throw your jacket on the floor I could see you, make me want you even more And what would you do, baby, if you only knew That I can see you? Oh, I can see you

"it's not fair, how the fuck did you get that grade? we did the same" barty groans as he enters your room, throwing his jacket on the floor just to lie on your bed. 

"i did better than you" you reply, lying next to him. 

"yeah sure, whatever makes you sleep at night" you laugh as he moves to face you. 

"i still got the better grade so… " you tease, smiling. 

"i know it shouldn't, but that makes me want you even more" he confess, stroking your cheek. 

"i know" you smile, looking at his eyes.

[kenny-the-ken]

Planet Love

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Warnings!!: NSFW, drugs, alcohol, night club setting, fingering, head f!receiving, intercourse, cum eating, no protection.

Hey guys!! Sorry there hasn't been much smut on my blog for a few days, a few years ago I went through a really traumatic S.A. and I never really ever dealt with it properly, I didn't tell a single person till 2 years after the event, so I'm only starting therapy now, so sorry if this ever happens again, sometimes sex abd thinking about sexual things can freak me out!!

You were good looking, and you knew it, and Kenny could feel the pure sex appeal dripping from your body, his eyes had been focused on you from you hit the dance floor with your friends.

"Dude, go fuckin' talk to her!" Kyle shouted to his friend, the music loud enough to deafen you if you stood close enough to the thumping speakers.

"Dude, she's with her friends! She's not gonna ditch 'em for some guy she doesn't know!" Kenny shouted back, and Stan pushed his shoulder, gaining his attention.

"And who said we weren't eyeing up her friends?" He shouted, him and Kyle smirking at each other.

"We'll keep the friends distracted, we'll be your wingmen!" Kyle shouted, the three men fist bumping each other in a circle as they made their way through the crowded dance floor from the edge.

"That's them!" Kenny said to his friends, pointing at you, and god you looked even better close up, you'd noticed him watching you a few times now, and you'd also noticed that he was standing closer to you than before and you knew to dance a bit more provocatively now than before, cause he was hot!

You moved your hands along your body, moving your hips with the beat of the song, and Kenny approached, beginning to dance near you, and you were glad your little tactic had worked.

"Hey, I'm Kenny." He spoke, giving you a quick up and down glance, biting on his lower lip.

"I'm y/n." You replied, and Kenny held his hand out to you, before speaking once more.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Kenny asked, and you nodded, taking his hands, and Kyle and Stan were already chatting up your two friends, so he knew his plan had worked.

As you approached the bar, the music not as loud, Kenny ordered you a cocktail and himself a vodka and coke, and upon seeing him better and more up close, the more you were wanting to see where this led to.

"Sorry, I normally don't do this but, you were gorgeous and I knew if I didn't talk to you I'd have regretted it." Kenny spoke, and you felt your cheeks flush slightly, a smirk on your face.

"I normally don't accept drinks from guys, but you're cute. So, things are going well already." You flirted, and Kenny leaned his elbow on the edge of the bar, quirking his bro, taking a swig of his drink before replying.

"Hm, so what are the chances of me at least getting your number by the end of the night?" He asked, pressing to see if you'd meant what you'd just said.

"I'll give it to you now." You said, pulling your phone from your pocket, and Kenny did the same, punching his number into your phone, and you put yours into his, before returning your phones.

"Do you smoke?" Kenny asked, and you nodded in response, as you took his hand, beginning to drag him to the smoking area, and Kenny shot a quick thumbs up from his friends, Kyle returned the gesture, Stan didn't see or care that he'd missed it, he had his tongue down your friend Wendy's throat.

You pulled a cigarette from your purse, and you gave one to Kenny, him pulling his lighter from his back pocket, and lighting the cigarette that hung from your lips, before lighting his own.

"What attracted you to me then?" You asked, taking a few puffs from your cigarette as Kenny did the same, blowing his smoke out before he spoke.

"I seen you dancing, you looked stunning, like just everything about you, I couldn't pick just one!" Kenny replied, testing the waters by snaking his arm loosely around your waist, and you accepted his bold move, inching your body a bit closer to his.

"So, what are the chances that I can get you to ditch your friends and come back to my place for a more... private drink?" Kenny asked, his index finger tracing circles along your hip bone, your faces closer now than they were before.

His eyes were oceanic, a beautiful, shimmering blue, and his fluffy blonde hair complemented them perfectly. You were lost in his gaze, as he began to close the gap between you both.

And he'd done it, he pressed his lips to yours, and you swore it was like no kiss you'd ever experienced before, you could feel the butterflies spiralling in your stomach, your arms coming to reach around the taller man's neck, pulling you both closer together.

And Kenny had never been so thankful he'd went on a night out with his friends, because this was different, it was as if fate had brought you both together, knowing that powers above had crafted you both perfectly for each other. And as you both pulled away from the passionate kiss you'd both shared, your breaths heavy already.

"Did that kiss answer your question?" You flirted back, and Kenny's bottom lip caught in his teeth, having to control his urges.

"I don't know, baby. Maybe you should kiss me again so I understand better." Kenny spoke, one of his hands that were round your waist, making its way down to grip your ass, earning a gasp from yourself, and his lips were back on yours, not that you were complaining.

It was just as electric as the first time your lips had connected, maybe love at first sight did exist after all. Kenny felt his jeans start to become uncomfortably tight around his groin.

As you both pulled away again, gasping for breath, you downed the rest of your drink quickly, and Kenny followed your actions, doing the same himself, both of you puffing your cigarettes and stubbing them out in the ashtray in front of you.

"How about we get outta here?" You asked, and Kenny's smirk was firmly planted on his lips, taking your hand within his own.

"I thought you'd never ask, baby." Kenny answered, shooting you a playful wink, as he began to lead you back inside the nightclub, and on your way you spotted Kyle, still chatting with your friend Bebe, meanwhile Stan and Wendy were nowhere to be seen.

The cool night air hit you both as you walked outside, still hand in hand, both of you swaying from the alcohol you had been drinking, and you laughed and flirted the whole way to Kenny's apartment. He, Stan and Kyle had rented an apartment together, it had three bedrooms, so they could all have their own privacy, but they could split the rent.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Kenny said, holding the door open for you as you made your way inside, giggling the whole way up the staircase. You waited for Kenny on the landing, and he showed you to the living room.

"This is a really nice place, Kenny." You spoke, taking a seat on the couch, and Kenny made his way back from the kitchen, holding two glasses of red wine, handing one to you, and you took it gratefully.

"Thanks, Stan and Kyle are my roommates, so it isn't exclusively mine, y'know?" He laughed, taking a swig from the wine glass he held, sitting himself next to you, and you took a swig of your own drink before putting the glass on the table next to you.

"So, Kenny." You started, your hand reaching Kenny's upper thigh, dangerously close to his groin, and his bottom lip caught in his teeth.

"What's the real reason you brought me back to your apartment?" Your voice was sultry, and Kenny's eyes were focused solely on you, and when you delivered a soft squeeze to his thigh, he smirked at you.

"That's dangerous, baby. Do that again and I swear I'll have you stripped with my head buried between your legs faster than you can say my name." Kenny smirked, his arm finding it's way around your waist, as you shifted closer to him on the couch.

"And who said that wasn't what I wanted?" You replied, Kenny's resolve had worn out, and he crashed his lips roughly against yours, his calloused hands running through your thick locks of long h/c hair.

And he broke the kiss momentarily, just to trail his lips down your jaw once more, pressing wet kisses along your neck, a smirk on his face, the grip he had on your waist tightening.

"You better get your ass into that bedroom and strip for me, I've wanted to get you outta these clothes from I first looked at you." Kenny whispered, your cheeks heating up, a dark blush spreading along your face.

"And what if I don't?" You pushed, causing Kenny's brow to quirk, he knew you were testing him, and his hand moved up your thigh, under your dress as he ran his index finger along your clothed cunt, making you gasp in shock.

"Based on how wet your panties are, baby. I'm gonna say you can't wait to get in there and for me to take you, hm?" Kenny hummed, his voice low as he scammed your body with his piercing blue eyes, and you were completely under his spell.

You rose to your feet, and Kenny copied you, taking your hand within his as he led you through to his bedroom.

The room was dark grey, a few tapestries hung on the walls, and a large kingside bed in the centre. He had built in wardrobes, and a beside table on either side of the bed, and you let out a light gasp as Kenny pushed you backwards, landing with a plop on the soft mattress, a smirk on his face, his eyes dripping with lust.

"You should strip for me, baby." Kenny said with a smirk, standing in front of you, taking his shirt off, throwing it aimlessly on the soft, carpeted floor.

And you did exactly as you were told. Pulling your lace bralette from your body, leaving your upper half completely exposed, and you swore Kenny was drooling, a low groan escaping his mouth.

"Fuck, your tits look even better than I imagined." And he couldn't hold back any longer, he moved onto the bed, pushing you backwards with him, his lips on yours and his free hand moving up to cup your breast, teasing your erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger, earning a moan from you, and that only spurred him on further, wanting to hear more of you, see more of you, touch more of you.

Your arms wrapped round his neck, a gasp leaning your swollen lips as Kenny bit down on your lower lip, snaking his tongue into your mouth, and exploring every inch he could reach, before pulling away to allow you both to catch your breaths. He licked a long stripe up your throat, moving his lips to focus on your other breast, his tongue circling your nipple, before sucking it into his mouth, causing your back to arch slightly, and Kenny groaned at the sight of you.

"Fuck, Kenny." You gasped, and he needed more, pulling your skirt from your body and down your legs, the only thing between him and your pussy bring your now extremely damp panties, your face flushed at the thoughts of Kenny touching you.

And you didn't have to imagine for long, because Kenny soon had your panties flung over his shoulder and his head buried between your thighs.

He traced his tongue between your folds, your back arching and a gasp leaving you as a result. That's when he spread your lips open, allowing him perfect access to lick circles on your clit, a string of moans leaving your mouth, your hands tangled in his messy blonde hair, tugging at the ends, making Kenny groan into your pussy, his tongue travelling down to your hole, pushing his tongue inside and you swore you'd died and went to heaven, because this was the best head you'd ever received, and it had only started.

It wasn't long before Kenny had you a mumbling, moaning mess and you were coming round his two digits, his tongue lapping up your taste before pulling his jeans and boxers down, his large cock springing free.

Kenny was now on top of you, kissing you passionately as he lined himself up with your tight entrance, pushing his cock in right to the hilt, earning a long moan from you and a deep guttural moan from Kenny too.

"Oh shit, you're tight, baby. Feel so good." Kenny panted, snapping his hips back and forth, earning a mantra of moans to escape your bruised lips, your back arched against his mattress.

"Kenny, fuck you're big!" You just about managed as the head of Kenny's cock hit off your g-spot, a long string of moans coming from you, causing Kenny to smirk in response.

"Yeah? You take my cock so well, Princess. Fuck yes!" Kenny groaned, his pace quickening as he threw both your legs over his shoulder, driving his cock deeper into you.

"K-Kenny!" Your moans were loud, and high pitched, and perfectly complimented Kenny's low, deep moans and grunts, god he hadn't had pussy this good in his entire life, and he swore this was better than heaven.

"Can feel you gettin' close, you gonna cum for me, slut?" He grunted, his pace quickening again, your breath caught in the back of your throat, nodding your head yes, unable to get any words out.

"Do it then, cum round my cock, baby." Kenny whispered, his thumb moving down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, and that was it for you, the knot in your stomach came undone for the second time of the evening, your back arching, eyes wide, and hands desperately gripping the bed sheets beneath you.

"K-Kenny!" Your pussy was pulsing around Kenny's cock, your orgasm even stronger than the last one, his last few thrusts becoming sloppier and deeper, and he pushed his cock in to the hilt for the final time.

"Fuck, Y/N, yes!" Kenny moaned, coming deep within you, both of you moaning at the feeling and the over sensitivity of both of you.

And after a few minutes trying to catch your breaths, Kenny pulled out of you, watching his cum drip from your pussy, and he bit his lower lip at the sight.

"I'll go get a towel and help you clean up." Kenny said, leaving the room and quickly returning with a towel, two bottles of water and your phone which was left on the couch.

He handed you a bottle of water and threw his own on the bed, and gave you your phone as he helped you to clean yourself up, and then he crawled into bed beside you, a content smile on his face, resting his head on your breast, and gazing up at you.

"That was the best sex I think I've ever had, Kenny." You spoke, and Kenny grinned at your comment, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke.

"There's plenty more where that came from for you, Princess." Kenny said, as you leaned into the feeling of you running your hands through his blonde locks, a sigh of relaxation escaping his still red lips.

"You think maybe I can um... take you on a date some time?" Kenny asked, and you laughed at his slightly embarrassment in asking you, before placing a soft kiss on his lips once more.

"Of course, Kenny. And I'll stay the night too." And just like that, the two of you sat up for hours, chatting till the birds sang, smoking joints together, giggling and making out.

Whoever thought a night out could bring two soul mates together, huh?

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

We listen to a lotta true crime- Wrio x Gn!reader- Part 3

But it's alright, she'll be fine t/w- prison, Wriothesley flirts(?) with you, kissing (consent cause consent is sexy) summary-you've been wrongly accused of trying to murder your ex-husband and wriothesleys determined to get you out

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The kiss that had happened the previous day had felt like a dream. The way his lips were so soft and gentle. Wriothesley was just perfect. The whole night you sat there blushing and kicking your legs like a little girl, anyone who walked in would’ve guessed what happened.

The next day Wriothesley came to your room once again. “Y/n wake up.”

His voice was stern and his face wasn’t much different. He walked right in sitting down next to you on the bed. “The Knave contacted me, She heard you were in prison.”

Your family has supported the House of Hearth for many years and Arlecchino was like a mother to you when your parents died. You grew up and eventually backed the orphanage financially, which she was very grateful for. The news had reached her ears because of Lyney.

He was one of your closest friends and you too always stuck together. Makes sense he would worry.

“She sounded terribly worried and asked what would happen. I told her about our plan and she said she can help in any way.”

“That's great! We have someone on our side.”

“Oh and also your court hearing is in a week.”

“What?”

“For the appeal.”

“Ah yes.”

You too continued to talk and figure out how you could win the court over. Over about an hour you could fell Wriothesley moving closer and closer, till you ended up in his arms. It was nice and warm, can’t say it helped you think too much but it was nice. Your ex-husband had never shown you affection the way Wriothesley does to you.

A week later

(Look I honestly have no idea how court things work, I have tried to write one before, but that story never finished.)

You and Wriothesley walked into the courtroom, but only one of you was confident. You were sweating and was almost not breathing properly. Wrio noticed this and began to help you. “Hey y/n, look at me okay? Its gonna work. And if it doesn't you can come back down to the fortress with me.”

“Wriothesley, I have a life… I need to get back to it.”

“I see.”

The judge began to silence the room and started the proceedings. She called you to the stand to present your brief. You felt like so many eyes were watching and almost couldn’t take it. THis was something you had to do… If you wanted out that is.

You took the stand and began to speak.

“I had an unfair trial as I barely had one at all. My ex-husband framed me for attempted murder for what reason I don't know. I was out with some friends all day and had hardly seen him, the witnesses are here. When i got home the police were already at my house and my husband was one the floor covered in what seemed to be blood. The next thing i knew i was in prison and now i am here. There is no evidence that i even tried to murder my husband, no finger prints and no other forms of DNA. Thank you for your time.”

The judge seemed to think over your statement before inviting your husband to the stand. After the proceedings, it was time for a final verdict.

“The defending party is declared not guilty.”

You and Wriothesley in happiness. You had won, you were free. You weren’t a criminal. You felt a large pair of arms pull you in for a hug.

“You won…”

You hugged him back pulling him into a tighter embrace, how could you leave him behind?

After you had recovered from the shock of winning Wriothesley took you out to dinner.

“So whatcha gonna do now?”

“Go back to my normal life.”

Wriothesley seemed slightly hurt, he wasn’t really included in your normal live, as he lived underwater. He knew he couldn’t get too hurt because he’d only met you, what a week ago?

“I’m assuming I’m not included.

“Wrio.. I really like you, I'm just not quite sure how it would work.”

“May i have this last night with you?”

“You may.”

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[mrskillingjoke]

I'm Back on Tumblr, after a month 👍

My reasons we're literally: I know I can't watch good omens season 2 when it's released so until I can watch it I won't Go on Tumblr, 'cause I don't want to get spoilered.

And holy Shit it was the right decision!

First of all this season was so good and gay and fan-servicing, I mean: WTF!!! THANK YOU NEIL GAIMAN FOR THIS!

The Idea of Aziraphale and Crowley to playing Wingmans for a couple of cute lesbians is beautiful 🤌

Aziraphale and Crowley Love each other so much, I mean the Looks, the married couple vibes, the flirting, the careness, the touches, the Dancing how can it be that even Gabriel/Beelzebub have a Happy end and Crowley and Aziraphale DON'T!!

I mean it's kinda comprehensible why Aziraphale decided to Go Back to heaven. After all we all knew it.

He Loved Crowley but at the same time He Loved heaven and would Like to Go Back there.

Aziraphale and Crowley are Just two Boys, abused in their menage.

But Crowley Had been left behind so He Saw the abusement and refuses it. But Aziraphale is dependent to heaven. He Always got enough excuses to want to Go Back and make everything right.

Like a Kid who gotten Hit by His mother and then she bought them an ice for excuse and is very prudence with them all the way 'till the next Hit. The Kid know it's Bad but they want their mother and stay and make excuses and say it's Not that Bad and when they are an adult they have their own Family and don't want to do it the Same way.

As i Said we already knew that Aziraphale Had this. We saw His struggles in the First season. So we were prepared for Aziraphale to forgive heaven all the time.

Also I Believe that Aziraphale May know in His occiput, that metatron was the only Thing standing between him and being vanished of the book of Life. I mean when a mighty Person Standing between me and my end of existence I would say yes to everything they ask me, Just to be Sure that I will live.

I mean metatron don't need to officially speak Out a threat. We have Seen it with the demons and Angels before. And Aziraphale was uncomfortable to be alone with metatron in the First place.

He is Like a old Mafia Boss, smiling peacefully at you while Holding a gun right to your ribs. You wouldn't do anything that could kill, disembodies you or vanish your existence. It's Just a sane reaction.

Also we have Seen how He regrets His decision. I mean we saw the way He looked at metatron when He telled Aziraphale about "the second". He looked frightend, anxious, regretful...

And yes I know all of this and Think it's comprehensible but I still wanna Grab Aziraphale by His shoulders and shaking him 10 minutes to Sense and then get them all therapy!!!

Oh and I have a new tag: #prayforahappyendingforgays🙏🏳️‍🌈

Yes it's Long but I need to have people using this tag, Just for a Happy ending for our Gays 😭

And also... I Heared that Neil Gaiman needs the Fans Support for a third season.

And I know what you are doing Mr Gaiman. Manipulating Fans by having this much of fanservice in one season and then let it end with a Bad and sad ending were the Most Loved couple Breaks apart and than asking for Support to have a new season to make a (hopefully) Happy ever After for them!

And it works!!! I mean No one who have a Bit empathy for Crowley or who is at heart, just a little bit of a good person would let this be the end of our ineffable husbands!

I mean I sat in Front of my (unfortunalety faltering) Television and screamed and cried about this ending, begging for a miracle (one more miracle, Sherlock...) For Not lettin' my ship sinking in a storm, pulled down by the Kraken himself 😭

🙏🏳️‍🌈 I beg you make a third very gay-happy-ending season with our all favourite ineffable husbands finally gettin' really married by god themself, 'cause even they can't See all of this without forcing them to finally come around together!!!

[mishimashu]

Hello! I saw that requests are open can i request for a hashiras x s/o (separately) who has the personality of lisa from genshin? (this is is my first time requesting ( ゜─゜))

hello! srry for replying so late! DD: I left the acc bc I thought it would flop :((

anyways—

Tomioka Giyuu

okay, so...how tf did this unsocial bby score someone as flirtatious as you?

easy. he met you through shinobu, she was doing her usual teasing, till' you chimed in

after that, you've been poking and bothering him for awhile

and after that experience, you and him been dating. who confessed? depends on you it was him

one of the few people who can sorta handle your comments and flirts

you basically remind him of shinobu...except you don't constantly remind or tease him of having no friends–

also can you stop visiting at random times, yeah you do knock, but still..

when he has the time he tends to go to your estate for a cup of tea, or to borrow a book on how to make friends

also he's one of the Corp members who forgot to return one of your books

OKAY in his defense, he didn't know that the return date was 1 week after borrowing, cause a certain someone told him that it was 2 weeks..

And it was one time! a one time occurrence!

he swore the last thing he saw before blacking out and seeing his sister and sabito was the sky turning purple and a very angry hot and sexy s/o

after that ordeal he starts to ask you when's the deadline of every book he decides to borrow from you

Kocho Shinobu

she met you at your estate, she wanted to borrow a book about medicine and poisons she could use for her sword

also one of the few who can take your flirts

you guys basically have a flirt-off

usually ends with you winning—

one of the few who actually returns borrowed books on time

is the reason why Giyuu forgot to return his

she has seen what you did to the other corps members, is a little terrified, but thinks it's kinda hot—

Rengoku Kyojuro

simply adores you!

can also take your flirts!

also unintentionally flirts with you–

he met you through a mission.

Oyakata-sama, sent the both of you on said mission, and well, he witnessed the wrath of a librarian..

are all librarians like this or just you? prolly just you—

he praises you for your strength and you flirt praised him back

like Giyuu he did miss a deadline...

because he turned into a donut

...*sobs*

Mitsuri Kanroji

she already knew and heard about you

though, she didn't really approached you

that is until shinobu decided to take note of this and introduced you to her

you guys know the helpless scene from Hamilton where Angelica introduces Alex to Eliza? yeah, basically that

*helpless plays in the background*

one of the few who will absolutely perish if you ever make a flirting remark

she's already planning the wedding–

can I be the best man? no? mmkay..:\

anyways, she cannot get break ever since she dated you—

like Jesus give her a break from the flerting

has also forgot to return one of your books

but you spared her since she did offer some mochi— so....

nooo, I'm not saying this bc she's my fav

and I don't wanna hurt herr, nooo— idk what u talkin abt

Muichiro Tokito

my bby

my child

ahem

he would usually go into your estate to just relax in the silence or read a book or two

he would sometimes borrow a book buy would forget to return it

you give him a pass tho–

whenever he would visit your estate, you'd give him some tea, and also a note to return a book he borrowed, of course there's a 50/50 where he would remember it

he's a bit distant so don't really expect a long conversation with him

though everything changed after the swordsmith village arc

you cannot tell me you would sass the other hashiras behind their backs

you guys sass each other sometimes

though of course you wouldn't go to far

...UNLESS

jk

I don't think he would be the type to date so.. uh—

ya'll are really good friends

Tengen Uzui

his wives love you

and the only thing you love abt this man is his wives

jk

listen, I love him, but only his wives

ahem

you met him through Hinatsuru

ya'll were just chatting, having a grand ol' time till this mf showed up

slander is how I show affection

he would joke abt you being his 4th wife/husband

and you would joke abt if he didn't return the overdue book he wouldn't live to see you become his 4th wife

he returned the book afterwards dw

you can clearly see who I love out of the nine hashiras

....

so uh— I couldn't finish this bc I wanted to yk post this as soon as possible bc I felt bad :(( so imma make a part two

and also reread the manga bc it's been a while, so more pain for me :DD

this is karma for the uzui slander

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[thevoidscreams]

I don't care which slashers/killers you do for this BUT...... May I have some killers hcs meeting their male s/o for the first time? 🥺👉👈

also I know I need to get through what little writings I have planned done and out so I can do these in return and maybe do somethin for ya

I really tried here, I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted. I love these two and I wanted to write more for them. Please let me know if you'd like me to change them at all or if they seem wrong.

Ghostface:

Danny Johnson did not have a tolerant upbringing. His family, despite lacking any sort of faith, was a family built on the foundation that men only slept with women. That's just how it was and that that was how nature had kept things going. When Danny realized he didn't just get hard when looking at naked girls however, life became a lot harder. Literally.

Collage was the escape he needed. He took off and never looked back. Ghosting his family before it was a regular thing. He could finally be who he really was.

The first time he saw you was at a party and he knew something was different. Just introducing himself felt like a life or death situation, he couldn't fuck this up. Some deep part of him needed you to like him, needed you to want him. Danny man not have called it love at first sight but it was definitely something. When you left you took his number and promised to hang out later. You had similar schedules so it would be easy. Right?

You threw a wrench into every plan he'd set in place. All his aspiring affairs with other people died the moment you gave him your name. Your perfect name.

Danny begins every morning thinking about you and would lay down at night with you on his mind till he faded into sleep. Everyday for months you plague his thoughts. Your chill sessions are basically dates in his mind. Even if it's just bumming it on the dorm couches with Mariocart and eating cheap greasy pizza. He cherishes every moment. It has to be more, he thinks, your too nice, too friendly and some of your remarks could be taken as flirting. You're not like this with your other friends. Just with him.

He plans to ask you out but for the first time in his life he's scared by the idea of getting a no. The thought of being rejected by you makes him feel legitimately sick to his stomach. What if he's misread all your signals and your disgusted by his advances. What if you call him all the awful things his old high-school friends did when he came out to them. He needs you to know how he feels, keeping it all in is making him feel anxious.

He was mulling it over in his mind when he got a call, answering it to hear your voice caused a sudden feeling of euphoria within him. "Hey, can we meet up?" Your voice was shaky and you sounded unsure. But Danny agreed right away, assuring you he had the time and was happy to meet up.

You two got coffee together all the time but today there was something more to it. The way you laughed and bumped his shoulder with your fist, the way you smiled awkwardly like you were trying to keep something from him. Danny was getting worried as he looked down at you. "Is everything alright shortstake? You seem off today."

You took a deep breath and looked him right in the eyes. "DannyIlikeyou" you blurted out cheeks red and eyes wide in panic. "I'm sorry I just I couldn't do it anymore," you looked away, "keeping it all in made me feel so awful and I just needed you to know. I'll understand if you don't feel the same way about me and if you don't want to see me again I'll understand that too but-"

He kissed you, right there in front of all of the coffee shop patrons and employees. To his amazement a few people wooped and clapped.

Danny pulled away, he took his coffee in one hand and then your hand in his other.

"Let's go somewhere more private."

He led you to a little pond, there were ducks and water lilies. It was quiet, peaceful, the perfect place to have a heart to heart.

The talk that followed was long and he explained at great lengths how he felt about you.

You confirmed some of the things he suspected, embarrassed by how easily he read you. At the end of it all you were both a bit teary eyed.

"So I guess what I'm trying to say here is, I love you." You did cry after hearing that, so happy and relieved he felt the same way. You kissed him, and he responded in kind, with only the ducks as witnesses this time. They didn't make a peep about the kiss....but they did quack.

Thomas Hewitt:

Tommy knew something was different the first time he met you. You were just a new hire at the meat plant but he couldn't take his eyes off you. The poor thing didn't know what to do. So he just watched. Intrigued by the feelings he felt when he did.

"Good morning Thomas." You'd nod as you passed him to get to your work station. He'd grunt in reply and nod. Happy to see you.

"Hey Tom, lunch time! Thank God for lunch breaks am I right?" Your hand was firm as you passed him, clapping his shoulder. He liked when you touched him, no one ever touched him unless he was also being yelled at. But your touch was different and it was good.

"See ya tomorrow Tommy." You groaned tiredly after a long shift, promising to see him tomorrow. He hoped to see you everyday for the rest of his life.

It was a system, a pattern, it was something Tommy relied on, like a clock, you were on time and followed the routine.

Except this morning, you weren't here. The supervisor was passing by to inspect the work station.

"Where the hell is that freaky bastard at?" He asked pointing to your station. Tommy shrugged, he didn't know, probably the bathroom. "Yeah well you might want to keep your distance, I heard from some the other guys that he's one of them men lovers. If it were up to me he'dhave never come here, but the boss says we're 'short staffed'." The snicker that bubbled up from him was disgusting and he mouthed off a few insults and slurs before walking off to finished his rounds.

Tommy was angry, more than usual at least. He wanted to take that supervisor's head and crush it under his mallet. Instead he stripped his apron off and went to the bathroom. Still a tiny part of him was happy, glad to know he wasn't alone.

The bathroom was never locked, it couldn't be, the lock was broken and building management was too cheap to replace it. So Tommy pushed through the door and listened. A soft rhythmic sound greeted him. Soft uneven breathing, muffled by the walls of the stall. He knew that sound, it was all too personal to him.

He stepped in front of the stall and their sounds turned panicked like they knew they'd been caught.

He knocked on the wood so gently and as it swung open he confirmed his suspensions. Your eyes were red and swollen, a large bruise on your cheek. Tommy saw red as he looked over your generally disheveled appearance.

You were trying to hide the fact that you'd been crying.

"Hey Tommy, what's happening brother? The uh... supervisor send you in here to find me or something?" When you tried to push past him to get to the sinks Thomas stopped you with one big arm.

"Uh you good?" Your voiced trembled and it torn Tommy apart to hear the man he loved so distressed. His big arms pulled you in, holding your smaller body against his massive one. He just didn't care anymore, he didn't care if you knew, or if the whole world knew. People already called him a freak for the way he looked. They were wrong, Thomas wasn't a freak, not for the way he looked or for the way he felt. Neither were you for that matter. When you hugged him back his heart soared. "Thank you." You cried softly, face buried in his chest.

The gentle giant wiped a tear away, carefully as not to agitated the bruise. He grunted and ran his thumb around the edge of the darkening spot.

"Don't worry about that, some of the guys found out about my...well I'm sure you know or have at least heard." Thomas nodded, still holding you. "We should probably get back to our stations."

Tommy was hesitant but he let you go to wash your face and fix your appearance. Things were going to be hard for the both of you. But hard was nothing new to him he was used to fighting for equal footing with others, fighting to get what he wanted always fighting. But this time it really was something worth fighting for. This time it was you.

[tinisprout]

A Kiss to Remember

Pairing: Hyunjae x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pinning

Warnings: profanities like a lot, alcohol consumption, jokes of killing

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: After a kiss you spend a month of trying to figure out your own feeling you come to the conclusion that you like Hyunjae. You wonder how to deal with these feelings, especially when he doesn't feel that way about you, at least that's what you think.

a/n: Happy birthday Hyunjae Im a little late y'all don't mind that.

When you have been friends for so long is it better to just stay as such? Should I just bury these budding feelings before, it becomes something I can’t handle? I look at my hand, the one that casually reached out to him and had been reached out to by him many times before. It was only recently that holding him like that made my heart tickle. After today there is no denying my feelings, I like Hyunjae.

“So do I just cut them off or…,” I bite my lip struggling with a decision. How would I even go about stopping these feelings?! “Ugh, why does he suddenly have to be so appealing.” around a month ago after one of our nights out drinking, we somehow ended up making out. Sure we always lightly flirted with each other, but that’s just how we are, nothing was ever taken seriously like there was a line we knew that shouldn’t be crossed.

That night it was crossed, but I’m the only one that has any recollection of it happening. Hyunjae remembers nothing of that night and I’m left to deal with these complicated feelings. I didn’t tell him cause, whatever, it’s not like we have feelings for each other anyways. It’s just something that happened, I don’t have to make a big deal of it. That’s what I thought at first, then I noticed how my eyes started to linger on him.

For this past month, I’ve been trying to gauge these feelings for him, to say I like him after one measly kiss is too much. Now I know for sure, but what do I do now? How he acts towards me now is no different from how he’s always treated me, so it’s not like he looks at me in that way.

“No, this is not what I should be thinking about right now! I have to get ready, gotta go soon.”

Hyunjae’s birthday party is tonight, I can’t make today about me. I’ll just act like normal today, he’ll never know the difference.

***

Walking into the designated lounge room for Hyunjae’s party I was greeted by a few familiar faces and some unfamiliar. I was given a wave and nod by some of my friends before almost being knocked off my feet.

“Y/N! You’re finally here, I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjae throws himself into my arms giving me a tight squeeze. I freeze up and then remind myself that I should act naturally.

“And a hello to you too. Drunk already I see birthday boy,” I say tapping his back with one hand trying to not get too close. Jacob comes up offering a smile in greeting and I smile back.

“You need to control yourself,” Jacob says then pulling Hyunjae off me falling into his arms, and I thank him with a nod. Hyunjae struggles in Jacob’s hold wanting to break free, then Jacob whispers something in Hyunjae’s ears and he stops struggling, instead, slumping in his arms letting himself be dragged away back to his seat. Looking back to the rest of the table I see my best friend Sunwoo waving me over the free spot next to him. I take a seat and Sunwoo pulls me in giving me a side hug and I reciprocate, doing the same.

“So you want to tell me what that was all about?” He leans in whispering to me.

“What are you talking about?”

“Seriously? I saw the way you blushed like a schoolgirl that was told they are cute by their crush when Hyunjae hugged you.”

“No way!” In shock, I pull away from Sunwoo rubbing at my forehead. I pretend I don’t see the eyes of everyone else go to me at my outburst, and get closer to Sunwoo, whispering again. “Was I that obvious?”

“So you’re admitting that there was something going on there?” He gives a sly smirk and I realize I’ve been had.

“You’re the worst.”

“Yeah yeah, but why am I only hearing about this today?”

“Because I’ve only acknowledged it myself today.”

“Acknowledged it? Just how long have I been out of the loop and does that mean that the two of you are…?” He trailed off letting me fill in the blank.

“Nothing. This is all just one-sided, he should have no idea.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right?”

“What?” Sunwoo sighs at my words and wraps his arms around my shoulder again.

“I’m your bestie, right? I’m also Hyunjae’s friend, correct?”

“Yes, and?”

“Exactly. Now, look at Hyunjae. If anyone else was in my position with you, he would not be looking at us, like a sad frog, but glaring at the person in my place. You get it?” Hyunjae did have his stupid-looking frog face on display, but no, that probably cause he was reprimanded by Jacob.

“No, Hyunjae doesn’t see me like that.”

“Sure maybe at the start of your friendship he didn’t, but the way I see it is, there is a -2% chance that he doesn’t see you that way.”

“And the way I see it is that I shouldn’t even be thinking about this tonight. I just want to get through tonight without a problem, have some fun. I can figure out everything else later.”

"Okay, whatever. My friends are a bunch of oblivious morons." He mumbles the last part knowing damn well I can still hear him.

"Say that again mother fucker. I'll kill you.” I playfully shove Sunwoo and he pretends to be hurt.

“Yo chill!” The both of us laugh out loud and then there is the slamming of shot glasses by the two of us. I turn to see it was Hyunjae, he looks at me with a pout but doesn’t say anything.

“There is a drinking rule. Every time someone joins the party we gotta take a shot,” Jacob explains in Hyunjae’s place.

“Oh, so that’s why he is already smashed.” There was still a deal more empty seats left… is Hyunjae going to survive tonight? Everyone pours themselves a drink, the ones that got here were first looking a little sick while the rest of us were fine, we all down the drinks. The night continues with good vibes, till the last guest arrives with a plus one. Both are unfamiliar faces to me.

“Sorry I’m late, Hyunjae. Also thanks for letting me bring my sister, she really wanted to meet my friends.” The man and his sister wish Hyunjae a happy birthday and take the only seats left available which just so happened to be next to the birthday man himself. With the arrival of two new guests, everyone takes the mandatory shot. I could feel a little more than a buzz, but overall still fine.

The conversation was flowing as normal as everyone was having a good time. A few more drinks in when everyone was a little drunker, open, and comfortable things got a little more handsy. Whatever that’s what people do when they’re drunk, but I couldn’t notice just how handsy that new girl was getting with Hyunjae.

“Good lord, Y/N. Are you trying to kill her with your eyes?” Snapping out of it, I look to sunwoo how was laughing his ass off.

“I might be,” getting mad at myself for the silly words, I rub roughly at my forehead. “So stupid. I don’t have any right to be mad. He isn’t my boyfriend or anything.” The girl tries to casually grab for Hyunjae’s hand and I quickly look up groaning, “That should be me.”

“Damn, you’re down bad.”

“You’re right!” I pour myself another drink, downing it as fast as I can. “I hope I get so shwasted that I forget everything!”

“I take no responsibility for whatever happens tonight, but hell yeah!” Sunwoo takes another shot. The night continues smoothly and everything is jovial except for every time I see her take an advance toward Hyunjae. The party started to slow down and eventually, everyone came to the decision that they could handle no more, so that party came to an end after a few good hours of drinking. After everyone except Hyunjae split the bill, one by one the people started leaving the lounge.

“Jacob I require your assistance home!” Sunwoo shouts to his friend and neighbor. Jacob nods, ready to leave, getting drunk was never his favorite thing. Sunwoo gets up slinging his arm around Jacob for support, and the two boys say goodbye to their friends. “Get home safe loser and get some dick while you’re at it.”

“Fuck off!” Sunwoo laughs as he walks away with Jacob. Only me, the brother-sister pair, and Hyunjae were left. I sure as hell wasn’t about to leave while they were still here, I want to hang out more. The brother as if hearing my wish says it’s time they head home.

The two get up to leave and the girl looks visibly sad while I do a little dance in my head. I walk up to Hyunjae and he looks at me then stands up like he was waiting for me. When I hear them walk out the door I can feel a smile grow on my face. Finally, no more people.

“Ready to go back home?” I ask him.

“You’re going to walk me back? How romantic.”

“We live one apartment building away from each other, stop being dramatic.”

“But still I’m ha-” my eye dart towards the sound of the lounge room door opening and see the familiar girl closing the door behind her. I cover Hyunjae’s mouth with my hand while I use my other one, taking the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me. Our lips only separated by my hand. Surely it looked like we were kissing right now, Hyunjae’s body should cover up the fact that we aren’t. Just let your mind fill in the blanks girl.

A few seconds after I can hear the sound of the door opening and closing again and a high-pitched, “I’m sorry.” from the girl. I’m sorry too… actually no I’m not. I pull away from Hyunjae and he looks stunned.

“Did we just kiss?”

“No, we didn’t. You kiss my hand.”

“Oh.” My eyes were certainly deceiving me cause it looked like he was a little disappointed by my answer.

“Well, let go.” He hums in response and we walk out of the establishment. Suddenly he wraps his arm around me. This isn’t much of a surprise since he was a clingy drunk. The walk was quiet, which was unusual for Hyunjae, maybe he is tired

“Where is my present?”

“You realize that your present was the party bill, right? Do you know just how much you drank compared to everyone else? That shit wasn’t cheap.”

“Hehe, yeah that’s why I drank so much. You know as a broke college student free drinks taste a lot better than anything you pay for!”

“As a broke college student, you would know after that I wouldn’t be able to afford a normal present, so don’t complain.”

“Who said you had to buy the present? Even something small, as long as it’s from you.”

“Why are you like this?” This is really the man I’ve come to like. “Fine, I will do any one thing for you.” He is quiet for a while.

“Two.”

“One.”

“Two!”

“Okay, fine two!” he is silent again.

“Really anything?”

“Anything within reason. If you have a body hidden in your closet right now, I would go help you bury it.”

“Then… can I be your boyfriend for a day. If not then just for the rest of the day or just an hour...” I’m so dumbfounded by his words that I stop walking.

“Do you even know what you’re saying?” He pulls away from me.

“Is that a no then?”

“I… Hyunjae, do you… like me?” He nods. “As a friend?”

“Yes, but more than that. I want to hold you all the time, kiss, and more.” He brings his hand up to his face trying to hide his embarrassment. It did nothing to hide how red his ears became.

“I like you too.” Hyunjae perked up at my words. Now I was feeling embarrassed.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll accept your request.” He hugs me again as he did back at the party.

“Then my other request, can we go back to my place?”

“Are we going to do the “and more” stuff you were talking about?” He thinks for a moment and then goes red in the face.

“No! It’s too soon and I’m way too shit-faced right now anyway. I just want to hold you.”

“Good answer.”

***

In the apartment I was oh so familiar with, I lay in Hyunjae’s bed with his arms wrapped around me. My heart was pounding at first but I soon calmed, getting used to the new situation. The lights were off and we were ready to sleep. It was peaceful, but I had this one lingering question and worry in my head.

“Hyunjae?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you remember this in the morning?”

“Of course why would I forget?”

“Because you forgot that we kissed already.” Shocked by my words he shot up in his spot.

“We what?!”

“It was like a month ago. It’s whatever since you don’t remember.”

“...I’m sorry… was I good?”

“Shut up.” I pinch his side and he yelps.

“Okay jeez, I’m just joking. But is that when you started to like me?”

“Not exactly, but it did all develop from then. Why?”

“I’ve liked you for a long time and have been trying for almost a year to get you to notice me in that way. I didn’t expect you to say you liked me back, so I wanted to know when it changed. Ah, I’m glad I never gave up.” He laid back down, hugging me close again.

“Alright don’t kill me now,” he loosens his grip on me in response.

“Can I kiss you again? I promise I won’t forget this time.”

“Hmm, I think you’re fresh out of requests.” He pouts, which is just the look I wanted to see from him.

“I’m messing with you, but just a little bit. If you really remember when you wake up them I’ll let you kiss me more, as my real boyfriend.”

“I’m going to remember and then I’m going to kiss you so much you’ll get sick of my affection!”

“Uh-huh, let’s just see if you can keep your word.” We both lean into each other and kiss, soft and passionate.

[kaz11283]

Love Never Wins

Summary: Words will be said but do you really think either one of you mean them. Sometimes actions speak louder.

Warnings: slight angst

Characters: Loki, Thor, Y/n, Clint, avengers in the background here and there

Loki x you, Thor x you (platonic), Clint x you (brother,sister)

ANNOUNCEMENT: Not going to lie. This was going to be a simple short sweet straight to the point drabble but it turned into such a looooong one shot (i guess) I was in a good head space wgile writing this and just couldnt stop really. But it is something that I am very proud of.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I've had to make this a simple 2 part. I got way to carried away with everything in it!

Loki Masterlist

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"What's going on with you?" You yelled as you grabbed Loki by the arm pulling him away from the girl who was obviously flirting with him and he with her.

"What are you talking about? We were talking." He yelled back.

"You were flirting Loki in front of everyone! Openly! Don't play me for the fool you think I am. You've been off lately. Not around as much, zoning out when we finally have some time together. If there's something you want to say tell me now." You felt the tears rush to your eyes. You had seen all the signs, hell you were an expert at the signs. Multiple boyfriends had given you the signs before but for some reason you though that maybe, just maybe, he was diffrent.

"I just feel like we've grown apart in the last few months y/n. I don't think I can do this anymore." he said simply.

"You said I brought out the best side of you, that I was the love of your life." You said tears streaming down your face now, to hell with the makeup you was wearing you wasn't going back to the party anyways.

"You're not." He stated simply clenching his jaw.

"Ok fine. It's not the first time I've been broken up with. Just the first time that I had ever put so much into someone that I truly did see a future with just to have my heart completely ripped out in front of me. You got me good this time trickster. Don't think I'll be able to fully recover from this one." You spat back at him before turning to head up stairs to your room that the two of you had shared for so long.

Luckily Tony hadn't done anything to the room you had once occupied on a lower level of the tower so you easily moved all of your clothing back into there in a matter of no time. You weren't use to the feeling of being alone but thats all you wanted right now for the rest of your life. The god of tricks had ruined other men for you, he had once shown you love like you had never felt, and now your heart broke like it had never broke before.

"Hey sis, noticed you weren't- oh god what did he do?" Clint asked walking into your room. "Knew something was up. I could feel it."

"Hawk stop with the twin shit, its creepy." You huffed whipping your eyes on the back your long sleeve hoodie.

"What happened? All I know is you two disappeared, he came back, you didn't, and he said I should probably find you in your old room." He sat down next to you.

"We broke up. Easy as that. Ya know I never understood why they say not to date your co workers till today." You shrugged turning to him. "When we first got together you hated it-"

"To be fair he did brainwash me."

"I didn't say you didn't have a right. We kept it from you for a while though. But we hadn't been together long, Hawk, I thought he was diffrent from any man I ever dated-"

"Well he is a god, kinda different."

"Would you shut up so I can vent just for a little bit then you can go back to the party."

"Na, parties lame anyways, I was thinking about hanging out here for a little bit." He said kicking his shoes off and proping his feet on the coffee table throwing his arms across the back of the couch.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes as you snuggled into your brother. "He was so kind, gentle, he was paciant with me. He knew that me and you were close and he didnt wamt to get in the way of that. He wanted us to be closer than he and Thor was. I think it helped him realize just how important family is when you only have each other. We kept it a secret for so long though." You pulled the hood up closer to your face. You didn't want to admit to yourself but you had kept the jacket because it still smelled like him.

"Nat seen the two of you making out in the hall weeks before you told anyone by the way." He laughed pulling you closer to him. " I didnt say anything though because I knew you would tell me when you were comfortable with it."

"I love him so much and he played me. Completely tricked me into these feelings that I dont think will ever change." You sobbed wrapping your arms around his waist, he through his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

"Hes a dick with a god complex. Hes not good enough for you at all. Coming from a brother, a twin brothers point of view, I think you could do better. All is fair in love and war, but dont put it past me to be a little rougher on him during training, and I wont point anything out if you happen to let some bad guy kill him on the field." He said kissing the top of your head.

"Hawk, you know I'm not like that. I habe a reputation to up hold." You said slapping his arm before pulling away. "If you wanna stay theres still some of your sweats that I stole in the bedroom and ice cream in the freezer, but your sleeping on the couch. Its been since we were kids that we shared a bed but I bet you still kick."

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A few weeks had passed since you and Loki had called it quites. You had been mainly staying in your room trying not to cause any uncomfortable silence if you and Loki wede in the same room. On one occasion when you had ventured out to the living room you seen Loki holding an icepack to his eye and a busted lip, your first instinct was to rush over and make sure he was ok but instead you turned and took a seat between Thor and Clint.

"Lady Y/n, as always your peresnts lights up the room. We just havent been seeing much of it as of late." Thor greeted you with a warm smile throwing his huge arm ober your shoulder, making you look smaller than you already was.

"No more gods." Clint mumbled beside you.

"Thor is just a friend. One of the best I have." You laughed. "What happened?" Nodding toward Loki.

"Payback." He shrugged.

"Ah yes, it turns out Loki is not very good at hand to hand combat unles he is able to use his magic." Thor laughed. "I always tried to get him to train with me but he never did, turns out he probably should have."

"Oh for god sakes I'm right here and you three are not really whispering. I shouldn't have to learn hand to hand combat I have my sedair! I'm assuming it was just your brothers idea so that he could get back at me." He yelled.

"And you forget that there could come a time when you might need hand to hand. I told you many times that you needed to train but no mister 'I'm Loki prince of Asguard, burdened with glorious purpose', mister I have my magic. Bullshit. Your just sour because a mear mortal bested you at something. Grow a pair and learn how to actually fight." You jumped up. You had finally snapped. It had been coming tough sitting in you waiting for the right, or wrong, time to show up.

"You watch your tone!" He shouted jumping up. "I know how to fight better than half the people in here." Clint and Thor slowly stood watching the scene in front of them neither one know what to do.

"You know how to use your pixie dust to make things happen! Well guess what tinker bell this aint Neverland. We get in weird predicaments all the time you never know what to expect." You yelled back. "Hell Loki, your probably so bad at hand to hand even I could beat you."

"Oh your on. Training room, 30mins. That is unless your scared?" He said giving you a mischievous smirk.

"Trust and believe I'm not afraid of you by any means. No weponds, no sedair strictly hand to hand." You said turning on your heel to walk to your room to get ready leaving Clint and Thor standing alone in the living room aww struck.

"So what do we do?" Clint finally asked.

"Well of course we have to stop this. It will not end very well." Thor answered.

"So tell the others?"

"Yes you tell the others I will get refreshments for the battle." They took off in seprate directions.

[nashibirne]

Safe Haven - 11

I haven't updated this in forever and nobody reads it anyway 😆 but why let the already written parts rot in my WIPs, so here we go.

Previous parts: Masterlist

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC

Setting: After the end of ‘TMR - Death Cure’

Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful.

In part 11 Kasey goes on her date with Parker, meets Anne and Thomas starts fighting

Warnings:  smut/sex/porn (in some chapters), swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, 18+ readers only

Credits: TMR-Characters don’t belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards are from pinterest. Face claims: Blake Lively, Parker Hurley, Henry Cavill, Michael B. Jordan. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I’m going to remove the pictures.

Unbeta'ed!

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"Kay, why are you sitting here with me?" Parker cocked his head, looking at her with a frown. They were sitting on a pile of mattresses in the corner of the room that functioned as a substitute for a couch, enjoying a hot chocolate as kind of a dessert.

Kasey was a little confused about his question, that was coming out of nowhere in the middle of a rather easy-going chat. The whole dinner had been very nice, relaxed and natural, the conversation flowing without awkward moments of silence. In the beginning Parker had been pretty flirtatious but to Kaseys relief he'd started getting more casual, switching from flirt-mode to friends-mode during the evening. They talked about everything under the sun just like they used to do when they were nothing more than good friends and Kasey was beginning to hope that it wouldn't be necessary to talk about their relationship explicitly. That Parker's feelings had changed too over the last months and that they both silently agreed to staying just good friends. No more flirting, no dating. So his strange question caught her off-guard, making her feel unsure.

"Umm...because you invited me over? For dinner?"

"Right, and we decided to call it a date, didn't we?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"So, let me ask you again, Kay, but with another accentuation this time...why are you sitting here on a date with me?" he asked, overly stressing the last word now, increasing Kasey's confusion.

"Is that a trick question, Parks?" she grinned, trying to laugh it off because it was dawning on her what he was getting at.

"No, it's not a trick question." He didn't join in laughing and Kasey was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know what you want to hear from me." her voice was sharper than intended.

Parker turned to her, taking her hand, his voice soothing now.

"What I want to hear from you is that you wanted this date as much as I did. That you've missed me as much as I've missed you. I want to hear my name slip from your lips again and again, because all you can think about is me. But unfortunately all I keep hearing is Thomas, Kay. Thomas did this, Thomas did that, Thomas is so funny, so brave, so nice, so smart. Thomas, Thomas, Thomas…that's why I'm asking why you're sitting here with me and not somewhere on a date with him." 

Kasey stared at him, shocked and embarrassed.

"Oh my god, Parker. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I really didn't realize I talked about Tommy that much." She buried her burning face in her hands, unable to look at him now.

"Well, you do. Almost non-stop."

"Okay, okay...I get it. I guess it's because I spend so much time with him. And he's a good friend...so…" She didn't need Parker to tell her how lame this excuse was but he told her anyway.

"You haven't mentioned Quince or Joe or Marjorie or any of your other friends just once, Kay. So I don't think that's the reason."

She didn't know how to respond, just shrugging her shoulders instead she gave him a sheepish smile.

"Just tell me, and please be honest, you and him...is there something going on? Something physical?"

"No." she replied truthfully.

"But?" Parker looked her in the eyes and she knew the moment of truth was there. She needed to be honest with him and with herself. Taking a deep breath she started to talk.

"But...there is something going on emotionally. I'm in love with him, Parker." she blurted out and to her own surprise she burst into tears. "I'm so sorry" she sobbed. "I don't know how it happened, at first I just liked him but then he was so...so...perfect. It suddenly hit me somehow... like lightning. I swear I was missing you, Parks...the months on sea, separated from you, I was so looking forward to this.." she said pointing at him and her and the remains of their dinner "but then Thomas came stumbling into my life and I fell for him. It just happened. Accidentally. I don't know..."

"Hey, hey, hey...princess. Calm down, okay? No need to cry." He took her in his arms, cradling her gently till her crying fit was over.

"I'm sorry." she said again, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Would you please stop apologizing, Kay?"

She nodded, staring at her feet.

"You should have told me right away. I mean...if I hadn't mentioned it...would you have said anything at all? What was your plan? To date me, secretly yearning for him?"

"No! Of course not. I was planning on telling you how my feelings have changed but then you stopped flirting and I thought maybe your feelings have changed too and there is no need to talk about it at all…" Kasey still didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

"I stopped flirting because you wouldn't stop talking about him…" His voice was hoarse and the smile he gave her didn't reach his eyes. When Kasey finally looked at him, it didn't take much to tell how hurt he was.

"To be honest, Kay, I already had a notion earlier at the beach. I saw your little exchange during the lunch break and I had the strange feeling that you and the guy are already closer than we have ever been. And when you got angry because I called him a greenhorn, I knew he was special to you. But I hoped it was just feelings of friendship."

"I wish it was." she sighed. "I'm sorry. I really don't know what else to say, Parker."

"It's all right. It was me who wanted us to wait in the first place. We separated as friends and I don't deny it, I expected us to become more than this after our return, but you didn't make any promises and neither did I. So there's no need to justify yourself or to apologize."

"You're not mad at me?"

"No, I'm not. I know you didn't do it on purpose or to hurt me. We don't choose who we love, do we?" he sighed.

"And please don't be mad at Thomas, okay? It's not his fault."

Parker raised an eyebrow. "Are you scared I'm gonna kick his little ass?" 

"You wouldn't!"

"We'll see." Parker grinned, causing Kasey to slap him on his leg. 

"Promise!" 

"Okay, okay, I promise. I'm not gonna touch a hair on his head."

"Good." Kasey smiled, stifling a yawn. She was so tired. The lack of sleep, the hard work all day, this conversation, the crying…

"So you love the guy. What about him? Does he feel the same?"

"No, I don't think so."

"How's that?"

"Let's just say he's not looking for love, okay?" Kasey was way too exhausted to tell Parker the whole story. She slowly sank down on Parker's lap, stretching out on the mattress, yawning.

"But he looks at you with a lot of love, Kay."

"No he doesn't…" was all Kasey managed to mumble before falling asleep, missing Parker's answer.

"I think you're wrong, princess."

The next morning she found herself on the mattresses, wrapped up in a blanket, blended by the sun, shining through the window right into her face. She raised her head, looking for Parker who was lying in his bed, smiling at her.

"Good Morning."

"Morning…"

"I didn't have the heart to wake you up, so I thought you could just as well spend the night here with me."

"Thanks." she smiled at him gratefully. "I really appreciate that. Not only that you let me sleep here. Everything. Your understanding, your reaction. The way you handle this situation. I know I hurt you and I hope you know that's the last thing I wanted to do."

"Of course. I just want us to stay friends, Kasey." He got up and put on a shirt before he went to the stove, putting the kettle on.

"What about breakfast?"

'No, thanks, Parks." Kasey got up, straightening her clothes. "I don't want to abuse your hospitality. And I need some time to think." 

"Sure," he nodded. "And Kay?" Parker turned around to look at her. "I want you to be happy, okay? And if he's the one for you...then I'll be fine. I just want you to know…"

Kasey smiled and walked over to him, hugging him tightly. "Thanks. This means a lot to me."

***

When Kasey left Parker's hut, she unfortunately ran right into Anne, who was on her way to the laundry shack. 

"Uh-huh...you really don't waste any time, do you." Anne greeted her, a smug smile on her face.

"Excuse me?" Kasey decided to play dumb, hoping to avoid a longer conversation. But Anne wasn't willing to do her the favor.

"You and Parker I mean. There were rumours going round that you and him are a thing and obviously it's true. I'm dying to see Tommy's face when he finds out. He's gonna be so pissed and disappointed."

"What?" Kasey didn't even try to hide her annoyance.

"You don't have to act stupid." Anne snapped, her eyes cold. "Our little Casanova is in love with you and I'm not denying it...it's gonna be lots of fun to see him die from jealousy. The big player losing the most important game."

"Wait...what are you talking about, Anne? " Kasey couldn't believe her ears.

"Ooohhhh....you didn't know. He hasn't told you. What a fucking coward." Anne let out a contemptuous snort.

"Anne, I'm really not in the mood for some stupid games, okay? Thomas doesn't do love, just sex and you know that."

"Yeah, that's what I thought until the day before yesterday, when he called me by your name."

"He confused your name with mine...that doesn't mean anything." Kasey crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"He called me Kasey, cuming in my mouth, screaming your name when he orgasmed." Anne said, her voice sharp. "And when I confronted him about it, telling him he loves you right in his face, he didn't even try to deny it. So you better believe me."

Kasey stared at her speechless, unable to think clearly.  "It's gonna be a little awkward to work with him from now on, don't you think?" Anne gave her a triumphant and malicious smile before turning around and walking away without another word, leaving Kasey dazed and confused. It took her a few minutes to think straight again but when she'd finally managed to compose herself she knew there was only one place she could go now. There was only one person who was gonna help her, listen to her, and talk to her with unabashed openness. The only person who really knew her, maybe better than she knew herself. 

*****

When Thomas woke up refreshed and with new strength, his mood was as bright and sunny as the morning. After a night of brooding over the fact that Kasey was on a dinner with Mr Perfect he felt ready for battle now. He was not going to give up that easily.

"Morning, Tommy" Minho greeted, entering their hut with a little basket filled with eggs from their hens.

"Good morning my friend." Thomas was all smiles.

"Wow… you're in a good mood." Minho raised an eyebrow.

"Yep, I am. Tonight's the night. The big party. And I'm finally gonna win Kasey's heart. To hell with Parker Higgins."

Today was the anniversary of the island's discovery and the camp members celebrated it with a big beach party every year. 

"Yeah, man! That's the spirit." Minho gave his friend a high five. He was happy to see Thomas in high spirits, ready to fight for the woman he obviously really loved. Just 12 hours ago Thomas had been a picture of misery, moping and full of jealousy and lovesickness. But now he seemed to be optimistic and eager for action again, which was much more like him.

"So, what's the plan?" Minho wanted to know. He handed the eggs over to Thomas who started to make scrambled eggs for breakfast.

"I'm going to tell her that I love her. No matter what. Even if she's with him now."

"I doubt that. As I said yesterday...the fact that they had dinner together doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, we'll see. But I better expect the worst so I won't be disappointed… I just want her to know how I feel."

"That's good, Tommy. You belong together, if you find love you gotta grab it." Minho said, setting the table.

"Wise words from a wise man, but what about you?" Thomas turned around, the pan with the eggs in his hand, serving each of them a portion, before sitting down.

"Me? What do you mean?" Minho was visibly confused.

"Are you gonna grab love tonight?"

Minho stared at him, chewing on a piece of bread.

"I don't know what you're talking about, shuck-face."

"I'm talking about Quincy."

Minho dropped his fork, his body stiffening.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah, I heard you, but I don't know what you're getting at." Minho leaned back in his chair with a frown.

"It's just...I think you like Quincy. A lot."

"Oh yeah? How's that?" 

"I don't know,  just a feeling?"

"A feeling?" 

"Yes. The way you look at him. I've never seen you look at someone like this. And you spent a lot of time with him. And…." Thomas hesitated.

"And what?" Minho gave him a challenging look.

"And there are so many girls hitting on you and you don't seem to care a bit. You don't even look at them. You don't have dates and...well...no sex life. You live like a monk, man."

"Well, not everyone feels the need to fuck around, Thomas." Minho snapped, crossing his arms in front of his wide chest.

Thomas leaned forward, looking at his friend.

"I know and I don't want to pry, Minho. It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry."

Minho took his time before answering.

"No, it's okay." He sighed. "I just tried so hard to hide it but it seems I was pretty obvious."

"To me it was obvious but I know you very well. Why would you want to hide it in the first place? You know you could have talked to me."

"Like you talked to me about Kasey?" Minho raised his eyebrows. "It took kind of a nervous breakdown to make you open up to me about her."

"Okay, okay." Thomas grinned. "Maybe we both suck at talking about feelings and stuff."

"Yeah." Minho laughed and the tension between them vanished.

"So you're into men?"

"Yes, shank. You got it." Minho threw a piece of egg at him. "In the glade I fell in love with Ben…"

"You and him were…?"

"No!" Minho interrupted Thomas. "No. He had no idea how I felt."

"Must have been hard for you."

"It was, especially when he was banished. But I never considered myself gay, you know. I thought I fell in love with a boy due to the lack of girls. That once I would meet girls I would eventually fall in love like it's supposed to be." Minho shrugged.

"But you didn't." 

"No. I wanted to. I tried to. But it didn't work. I didn't feel anything more than friendship for any of the girls. And then Quincy came along and somehow I slowly fell for him."

"That's great, Minho."

"Great? Are you kidding me? I don't even know if he's gay too."

"He is." Thomas said grinning.

"Says who?" Minho asked with a sceptical frown.

"Marge. I asked her if Kay and Quince were more than friends and she told me Quincy's not interested in women."

"Oh."

"Yeah...there goes your excuse…"

"It's not only that. I don't know if he likes me at all."

"Then you better find out, man. Tonight."

"In front of everyone? I don't think so." Minho shook his head.

"I'm not saying you should make out with him or something. But you could try to get a little closer to him? Flirt a little?" Thomas suggested.

"Yeah, I think I can do that." Minho grinned.

"Of course you can. And then he flirts back and you get really really close and you leave the party and go to his place…." Thomas smirked. 

"Shut up." Minho said laughing. "Let me take  one step after another, okay?"

****

Kasey arrived at Joe's just a few minutes after her confrontation with Anne. After knocking for the second time without a reaction she started to wonder if he might still be asleep which would be quite unusual for him. He had always been an early-bird, quite the opposite of his twin sister who was a late riser.

She was about to knock again, when Joe opened the door, surprised to see her.

"Sis...what are you doing here?"

Kasey sighed, giving him a sheepish smile.

"I need your advice, Joe. And a coffee."

"Who says I have coffee?" he grinned.

"I can smell it." 

"Got me, come in, Kay." Joe laughed, stepping aside to let her enter his hut.

"Sit down." He offered her a chair and Kasey took a seat. From the corner of her eyes she noticed a movement in Joe's bed, followed by a rustling noise. To her big surprise it was Marjorie that appeared from underneath the bedsheets, stretching and yawning.

"Morning, Kay." she gave her a wink before getting up, standing there completely naked, scanning the room for her clothes. 

Kasey gave Joe a surprised look followed by a big grin. Her brother just bit his lip, shrugging his shoulders, blushing like she'd never seen him blush before.

"I'll leave you to it, guys." Marjorie said while getting dressed. "See you later, Joe." She kissed him tenderly, looking him deep in the eyes. "Yeah, Babe." he mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss on her neck. "Can't wait."

"So you and Marge, huh?" Kasey asked when Marjorie was gone, sipping on her coffee.

"Yeah…" Joe grinned "Me and Marge."

"How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks." The smile on her brother's face told Kasey how much he was in love without further words. He wasn't much of a talker, especially not regarding his feelings. It was his way of self-protection to keep things to himself. But their bond was strong, and so there was no need to talk, looking at her twin was all it took for Kasey to tell how he was feeling. 

"I have to admit, I didn't see that coming…"

"Neither did I." Joe took a big sip of his coffee, smiling happily. "It simply happened but it's perfect. Marjorie is...perfect."

"That's great, Joe. I'm so happy for you." 

Kasey took her brother's hand, squeezing it.

"Thanks, Kay." He returned the squeeze. "But I don't think you're here to talk about my love life, right? What makes you knock on my door unannounced so early in the morning?"

"It's complicated." she answered with a long deep sigh.

"Is it about Thomas?"

Kasey looked at him, surprised about his guess.

"Yeah. How do you know?"

"To be honest….Marjorie mentioned that she thinks there might be something going on between you. And so I started watching you closely and I totally agree. I don't know exactly what's going on but it's as clear as day that there is a certain tension between you and Tommy."

Kasey got up from her chair walking over to the window, staring out into the bright blue sky.

"Yeah...what's going on between us. That is the question, I guess…"

~~~~~

[marialenikiforov]

Daisuzu short fic💕

Tired of not knowing about Suzue's true feelings, Daisuke plots a way to make Suzue fall for him. It doesn't go as planned.

Suzue had proven to be the most loyal person to Daisuke, someone he could really trust with everything, including his life. Aside from helping him to solve the mess regarding the Kambe family, the girl had saved his life on countless occasions already, sometimes even putting her own life and safety at risk just for him.

Daisuke never considered himself to be someone that believed in romance. He never had a girlfriend during his years at University, his 'love' life revolved around one night stands with several girls he met during his night outs at clubs. However, Suzue made him feel things he never felt before. Having someone that cared that much for him made him feel better than any sex-filled night ever could. It took him some time, but after being away from her for a while due to her vacations Daisuke finally accepted that he had fallen in love with her.

Weird thing love was. Sometimes he felt happy just by seeing her or having her close, but there were also times when he felt annoyed over the smallest things. An example of this was whenever Suzue seemed distant.

Aside from that time when Suzue pulled him under the covers to hide from HEUSC, she was annoyingly 'distant' with him. The two had known for years and yet she continued to call him Daisuke-sama, she continued to act as just an employee when he never treated her like that... or at least not on purpose.

That thought drove him crazy, Suzue was always very polite, very sweet, very caring of him. He loved it, but at the same time made it difficult for him to distinguish her feelings towards him. He knew she cared a lot for him, but did she loved him? Kato thought they were a married couple when Daisuke first introduced him to Suzue. That should mean something, right?

There were times when Suzue was so clingy with him, mostly when he came back from dangerous missions, but there were times when he felt how she kept him at arm's length. He sometimes hated himself for seeming a teenager who had a crush, but everything felt so confusing when it came to Suzue. Then again, he never allowed himself to get this attached to someone before.

Daisuke was deeply lost in his thoughts when a knock on the door of his room followed by a very familiar voice brought him down to Earth.

"Come in."

As the door opened he was able to see the girl that was currently the cause of the mess inside his head and heart. Suzue was dressed in her usual clothes and wore that sweet yet worried expression on her face.

"Daisuke-sama, do you feel all right? You've been in your room since breakfast was over." Suzue said while she approached him.

Daisuke was sitting on a chair close to an open glass door, a cigar on his right hand which he quickly put away since he knew Suzue wasn't too fond of that smell.

"Yes. Just checking in with Kato about the adollium situation." He lied.

"How strange! HEUSC didn't inform me anything about a situation that requires your attention, Daisuke-sama." Suzue said as she furrowed her eyebrows. She could tell that something was off but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "I can help you with anything if you need me. I'll be in the lab doing some research." She announced with a more relaxed expression. She was determined to help him.

Before he could say anything, Suzue had turned and left him alone once again. Daisuke sighed. He needed to know what she felt for him, but how? He tried to think about his previous experiences with girls, or at least the ones from his former classmates.

After some minutes, Daisuke made up his mind and touched his left ear to activate HEUSC.

----

Suzue found herself sitting on a couch directly in front of Daisuke. The music roared loud around them at the rooftop of one of the most exclusive clubs in London. Daisuke was surrounded by girls dressed in provocative dressed and he seemed to enjoy himself.

She felt stupid for thinking that this was some kind of date. When Daisuke asked her to dress nicely she never imagined that she would be left to watch how other girls offered themselves to him. Several men had approached her already offering drinks but she rejected them all. She just wanted to go back home and convince herself that all of it had been some kind of nightmare.

The moment a girl sat on Daisuke's lap, Suzue had enough. She stood up and walked away from the scene. She touched her earring.

"HEUSC, send my car to Daisuke-sama location. I'm going home."

"Understood."

Suzue could feel the tears burning in her eyes already as she made her way to the elevator. She had been a fool, how could she think that Daisuke had finally see her as a woman? She pressed the button and waited impatiently until the doors opened.

What she never expected was that someone else managed to jump inside the elevator with her before the doors closed. She pressed the button for the lobby while ignoring the man in front of her.

"Where are you going?" Daisuke asked.

"Daisuke-sama, with all the respect you deserve... why would you care? You were quite busy a moment before."

Daisuke felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was throw at him. He had messed up badly by trying to make Suzue jealous.

"Suzue I-"

"I'm going home, HEUSC already sent my car. Keep having fun, sir."

Suzue sounded hurt and as much as she tried to hide it Daisuke could tell that she was crying. Her face was visibly red along with her eyes. He tried to get close to her but Suzue pushed him away, which felt like a stab to Daisuke's heart.

How could he possibly think that this was a good idea? He remembered some of his old friends doing it, maybe he should have asked Kato for advice before actually doing it.

"Suzue, please listen to me," Daisuke said visibly guilty.

"I never thought you could be this cruel, Daisuke-sama. Bringing someone who loves you to see how you flirt with all these girls."

He froze. Did Suzue just-?

"You what?"

Suzue finally looked at him as the doors opened. "As if you didn't know already!" She walked outside the elevator and into the lobby of the building. "HEUSC, how long till the car gets here?"

"Five minutes, Suzue-sama."

She grumbled and listened to the familiar sound that Daisuke's shoes made as he ran. Suzue quickly walked out of the building to wait for her car, but once she was outside she felt a hand around one of her wrists.

Daisuke was staring at her, she could see the deep regret in his eyes. He could make her so weak sometimes that she almost forgive him in that instant.

"Why Daisuke-sama? Why?" She asked, unable to contain the tears any longer.

He pulled her for a hug, which she tried to reject at first.

"I was an asshole, Suzue," Daisuke explained as he felt how she slowly let herself be hugged close to his chest. "I never wanted to hurt you. I just-" He sighed and prepared for the worst. "I love you too Suzue. I have loved you for quite some time already, but since I didn't know how you felt about me I thought I could maybe make you jealous if you see me with other women. In... my mind that would make you fell in love with me too... maybe."

Suzue looked up at him. Even with the tears in her eyes, he could tell that she was mad at him. Daisuke thought this was definitely the end, Suzue would quit, she would go back to Japan and Daisuke would be left alone once more. And... with all honesty, he felt like he certainly deserved it.

Suzue pulled away from the hug and Daisuke closed his eyes to prepare himself for a slap on his face. Surprisingly, it never came. Instead, he felt a smack on his arm. When he opened his eyes Suzue was still mad, but at the same time, he could see the smallest glimpse of a smile on her face.

"Making me jealous? What kind of teenager plan is that, Daisuke-sama?" Suzue said in tears. "N-never do something like this again. I can't- I-"

Daisuke gently wiped away the tears from her face with his thumbs. "I won't. I promise I won't hurt you ever again. Please forgive me."

Suzue nodded slowly, feeling how he grabbed her chin with two fingers before kissing her. The two shared a short and quite salty kiss, but it was perfect nonetheless. Their little moment was interrupted by the arrival of Suzue's car.

"Let's go home," Daisuke said softly, opening the passenger door for her. She nodded and got inside with his help. He could tell HEUSC to send his AC Cobra back home by itself later.

As he got on the driver's seat and grabbed Suzue's hand he swore to himself that he will make up to Suzue every single day for hurting her like this. At least his stupid plan had somewhat worked, the two had confessed their feelings towards one another.

*********

Hey Daisuzu gang! I hope you liked this 💕

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[winnies-headcannons]

Kyoya x reader

Secret crush

Summery: kyoya just knew he liked you from the way you walked to the way you care for others. You were a family friend of kyoya so he had known you since birth, he had secretly liked you for awhile but family buisnness got in the way. You guys havent talked in a while but when you joined the host club his heart stopped.

Trigger warnings: Drinking, arguing, fluff, slapping

A/N: I hope you like this, I've been having writers block lately but this idea inspired me!! Anyway enjoy!

Koya's eyes widened, his heart racing like horses on a race track. Out of everyone in the school, Tamaki had to choose you to be the new host, a girl he had known since birth, a female he had liked for forever but too stubborn to tell you. You meant everything to him but he let his work get in the way. He had pushed you away to focus on the family business as he tried to impress his father.

After the host introduced themselves you smiled, you couldn't help but stare at the black-haired glasses-wearing guy, he looked more mature than he did when you guys were little. His chest was buffer, his facial expression more serious. It was kinda...hot.

"Hi, my name is l/n y/n, second-year student!" You exclaimed introducing yourself to the hosts, you were honestly excited to get started. You were the first female to be in the club that will be working with guys (besides Haruhi at times). One thing you didnt except was that your childhood best friend/crush would be the manager of this type of club. I mean come on the Kyoya ootori a host? Kinda hard to believe, he wasn't the 'host' type.

"Well well well, got ourselves a cute little kitten~" the ginger-haired makes spoke in sync, your face became a light shade of pink "you're gonna be fun~," the one named Hikaru said resting his arm around your shoulders. Kyoya got pissed, he didn't want anyone to touch you but he didn't want anyone to know so he just watched from behind the black book he always writes in. "Wow Tamaki was right you two do look just alike!" You smiled, you can't believe the resemblance they had, identical twins!

It was a few hours before the club opens and you were just starting it up with the club. They told you how they wanted something more for the club, they wanted it to surpass high school, you found it quite amazing how hard they work just to please girls. "Oh that reminds me, you didn't get to meet kyoya when we introduced ourselves!" Tamaki exclaimed "no need me and y/n have known each other for years" kyoya interrupted, "she's a family friend" his voice monotone, never looking up from his book. The club mentally facepalmed, they knew there was a reason why you didn't talk to him. "Yup, but we kinds fell off in middle school..so we haven't really talked since then" your heart pulled at you're chest, it hurt you've loved him for so long yet he just pushes you away.

"I didnt seem you to be the host type kyoya" you exclaimed turning around to look at him, he smirked from behind the big black book "nor did I, tamki talked me into it" turning toward tamaki he was doing his little kingly pose "yes all my idea!" God he was full of it. "We must not delay the ladies and gentlemen-" he looked towards you "are going to be here soon! We must get the club ready" everyone nodded got to their designed spot but kyoya didnt move just sat there so you decided to sit with him at the back of the room. "So..how have you been" you shyly said, you noticed how he didnt even look up from his book not once. "If your attempting to small talk me its not gonna work, Y/N I'm a very busy man and I dont have time for silly small talk" this made your heart hurt, you knew he wouldnt really wanna see you but figured it's been so long since you've last seen each other, Guess you were wrong.

"O-okay" you put on a fake smile and walked to your designated spot fighting back tears. In the back of your head thinking maybe, just maybe he would be different. Hours have gone by and it was honestly a good first day, flirting with guys and them flirting back, even got a few numbers. Your population was growing quickly, I mean it should everyone knew at this point that your family was close to the ootori family so they wanted to get on your good side. School had ended at this point and you were waiting by the front gate for your ride, but thanks to the buisnness of your father and his driver he couldnt make it. You had gotten the text on your phone a few minutes ago that he couldnt make it, you only sighed not surprised but disappointed.

Sitting on the front gate fountain you sighed, how were you gonna get home? It was too far to walk and you didn't really know anyone well enough to get a ride with someone except..no, no you couldn't, he didn't wanna even talk to you let alone give you a ride home.

"Your father not coming?" A voice appeared out of nowhere. Looking up from the phone you see the devil himself, Kyoya. "Ah, no he's busy" a fake smiled crept on your face, he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

"Well seeing as we live close to each other it would only make sense you ride with me" his dace black his stare harsh, you didn't want to but yet you did. Only wanting to know why he pushed you away so much. "A-alright" you agreed, walking with him to his limo. "We're taking miss L/N home first" kyoya exclaimed to the drive, he only nodded and drive off. It was silent half of the way there till you got the guts to speak "Kyoya..why did you push me away" oh God why did you ask that your anxiety oh the frights now. He looked up at you and was silent for a quick second "Y/N you should know the answer. We are both very important people and we can't let a friendship get in the way of things" he huffed out "but we've known each other all this time why now" he was starting to piss you off, you just wanted your friend back, you wanted to see if y'all could be more. "Because my father's business is much more important than our petty friendship" tears were on the verge of your eyes, clenching your fist on your dress "why do you care so much" looking down and tears falling down your face "because I love you.." He eyes widened and his heart racing, did you really mean it? All this time he thought you were just playing him. "y/N I-" suddenly he was cut off by the sudden stop of the limo. "Don't bother kyoya like you said, your work is way more important than me" you got out of the limo leaving him speechless.

The last thing you remember about that night was running to your room and crying your eyes out, you even snuck into your dads room and stole some alcohol and chugged it, throwing it up instantly as your body wasn't use to it. Even though you kept puking you just kept drinking till eventually you were drunk off your ass making you fall asleep.

The next day the worst hangover hit you, school was the last thing on your mind but had no choice, after spending to much time in the bed past your alarm you got up and got ready for school. Arriving at school you went straight to the host club knowing everyone would be in there, rubbing your temple as you opened the door. "Wow Y/N you look like shit" one of the twins said you only grunted at their statement and sat down on the couch next to haruhi "jesus Y/N you smell like alcohol" the female dressed as a male (still valid) covered their nose. "Sorry didnt have time to shower, but damn I have a hangover like no tomorrow" rubbing your temple Mori handed you a water with a simple 'here'then walked away. The hosts was crowded around you wanting to know why you drank so much last night. "Listen guys I dont wanna talk about it." Kyoya was getting mad, a simple argument made you drink so much last nigh? He slammed his book closed causing everyone to be quiet, he stood up quickly and walked to you grabbing you by the hand causing you to stand "are you stupid? Drinking at your age, ruining your system" he stared you straight in the eyes "why do you care, why not just go write in your little book if yours." You harshly said making his jump back a little "if you weren't such a DICK maybe you would have more friends, maybe someone would love you MAYBE-" you were cut off by a pair if warm soft lips, it was kyoya, his hands on both side of your face. You never kissed back only stared at him in shock. Soon he let go of your alcohol tasting lips, "I do love you" you heart skipped a beat, beating as fast as it could go, tears formed at the edge of your eyes.

Slap

Your hand met his soft pale face as hot tears streamed down your face. "I love you more" you smiled then hugged him, guess this is a perfect life.

[outerbankslut]

Childhood Friends... Pope Heyward

Summary • You have been in love with Pope Heyward since you first met him when you were younger. But there’s one or two problems. Or so you think. He doesn’t like you. Does he?

Warnings • Swearing. Underage drinking.

Word Count • 3.3k (Imagine)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

    AT EIGHT YEARS old you first met Pope Heyward. The concept of Outer Banks at such a young age seemed like a dream for you. Never ending beaches. Hot weather practically all the time. Surfing and swimming at your beck and call. It was a stark change from living in Minnesota.

The house you moved into was a small two story house next to one almost identical. And the day you had moved in a boy came knocking at the door. He seemed around your age and held a pie dish in his hands seemingly quite nervous. Your parents were upstairs unpacking so you opened the door hoping maybe you could make a friend.

"My mum made me bring this pie for you since we’re neighbours, here you go." He kept his eyes trained on the ground then handing you the pie and scurrying back home before you could even take a breath. Your face dropped as he ran off but you felt determined to make him a friend, after all you were neighbours so how hard could it be since you'd see him almost all the time.

A few days later your mum wanted to buy some groceries rather than living off of takeaway food for any longer and opted for going to Heywards shop. Which ended up being your neighbours store.

You wandered through the store while your mum chatted with Heyward and eventually stumbled upon the boy who ran away sitting on the floor and reading a comic.

"Spider-Man's really cool." You had said sitting down next to him as his head snapping to the side suddenly looking from his marvel comic to you. It was a surprise he didn't get whiplash.

"Really? I think so too." The boy gushed about the hero while you sat listening. Then your mum called you from the front of the store and you pouted, sad you could hang out with your new friend any longer.

Then the next thing you knew the eight year old boy was dragging you both to your feet and taking you to the candy area. He handed you a chocolate bar with a cheeky grin. "Don't tell my dad."

You nodded and giggled before rushing off to your mum and looking back at your new friend happily. Your parents invited the Heywards around for weekly dinners and alternated between houses becoming good family friends which only strengthened you and Popes friendship.

After that began it was an almost daily thing for you to hang out. You and Pope were attached by the hip. You went on your bikes together. Even took kids surfing lessons together. Though Pope practically already knew how to surf since he was raised on the water.

As you grew older you would do your homework together with the Heyward boy often helping you with the subjects you struggled in while you helped him with the things he struggled with.

Eventually you offered to help with the shop to pass time and hang out with your friend and at this point the Heywards were like family to you.

When you were both ten years old Pope had the idea to make a tree house. And though not the best considering it ended up just a rickety platform balancing on branches with ladders either side of it, it still worked. The tree overhung both houses back gardens with its trunk positioned just on the edge of your garden.

You met two more goofs that year. JJ and John B. The two Js was what you called them at first. You became fast friends with their long hanging bond similar to yours with pope. You fit like a lock and a key together. However you never showed the Pogues the treehouse, it was just you and Popes little space.

You spent a lot of time up there just staring up at the stars of reading. Pope liked to talk about all his hopes and dreams while you were there and you listened.

"Y/N, do you think I’ll be able to get into a good college. Like for forensic pathology." He asked as you laid on the 'treehouse' could you even call it that.

"Pope you are the smartest person I know. So it's unlikely that you won't get into anywhere you want."

"I know it's just—I don't think my dad can afford it so I'll need to get a scholarship. There'll be be hundreds of people competing for it. I'm just a drop in the ocean to them." He ranted and you could hear the stress in his voice. This wasn't something someone as smart and determined as Pope should have to stress about was all you thought. He deserved so much while people who deserved so much less got fed with a silver spoon up in figure eight.

"They'd be dumb not to let you in. I don’t see how you wouldn’t. I have faith in you but I will also do whatever it takes to get you in. I'll pay for your tuition myself if I have to. Or I'll find some dirt on the dean and—"

"I'd rather not have my acceptance be a product of your blackmailing ways Y/N but thankyou and I'm not letting you pay for my tuition." He laughed. It was the melodic sound that rung in your ears that made you smile and turn your head away from the stars and towards him. The small lights you had hanging from the tree branches were bouncing off of his beautiful chestnut skin. His eyes were a shade of dark honey brown that simmered in the light. He was amazing in every single way.

Your fourteen year old self was starting to realise what you had been oblivious to the whole time. You would do anything for Pope. He was your ride or die. And you hoped you were his.

However when Kiara came in was when things went weird between you and Pope. She waltzed in in all her kook glory looking like a goddess. So of course you couldn't blame the boys when suddenly all their attention was on her and her beautiful brown wavy hair or golden cocoa skin that glimmered in the sunlight. You couldn't figure out whether she was just born lucky with amazing genetics or whether she was a vampire like from Twilight. Either way, Pope Heyward fell and he fell hard that year. At work he always spoke about her and it was slowly killing you inside. Every time he mentioned it you swore you heard your heart break and crack into more pieces.

You wished you could tell him. But you would be putting your friendship on the line. It would be selfish to tell him when he clearly wasn’t interested.

Instead of moping over an unattainable crush you attempted to move on. And to everyone’s surprise started flirting back with JJ. He was always shooting his shot like he did with Kie and tourons at keggers but normally you never flirted back. You thought somehow within your skewed logic it would work and you would be over Pope. Like the saying fake it till you make it. But it just bought your thoughts back to how it wasn’t Pope.

The Heyward boy started to pay more attention to it. He got a weird feeling in his stomach everytime he saw you laughing at JJs jokes and not his or just talking to each other. He stared every time you flipped your long glossy hair over your shoulder and looked flawless or would saunter off back into the chateau for a drink.

His interest turned from anyone to you within a second of a word coming from you pink lips. But you had convinced yourself he wasn't interested and you were oblivious to his newfound feelings. And so he stayed blind as he had been before to yours.

    "HEY WHAT’RE YOU doing over here, lil red." JJs nickname had originated from the fact that red was your favourite colour. You had even dressed up as little red riding hood one year for Halloween which sparked the full nickname. It was sweet but in no way anything more than a friendly nickname. Although Pope begged to differ. You sat leaning against the wooden poll on the wooden floor of the dock. Your arms wrapped around your legs pulling them close to your chest giving you a sense of comfort as you stared at the sunset across the marsh.

You turned to the blond sending him a small smile before turning back to the sinking blends of fluorescent pink and oranges blurring into one beautiful mess in the sky. "Watching the sunset."

"Mind if I watch too?" He asked settling down beside you and resting his arms on his knees. You nodded. It turned away from the sky.

You heard the laugh of Pope from behind you and turned this time you turned away to look seeing Pope laughing with Kie that just sparked jealousy in your stomach. He looked so happy with her.

"So what's the deal with that?" JJ asked from beside you and you turned to him confusion splattering on your features which were orange from the light hitting of the setting sun.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the long glances, more like stares really and when you tell a joke you always look to Pope first. You look at him like he's the best thing in the world. Not to mention you randomly starting to flirt with me. I'm a professional ladies man. I notice these things. You’re not interested in me, it’s Pope." He blurted out and you sat rubbing a hand over your face with a sigh.

"I don’t do any of that." JJ have you a look which you shrugged at. “Look I—I did, but I don’t anymore.”

“You sure about that?” JJ kept his stare on you as you shuffled uncomfortably before sighing.

“I just wish he could just like me back, but he never will he’ll always like Kie and I don’t wanna be jealous of them cause then I’ll be a terrible friend but... I can’t help it.”

“Lil red, I know you might not believe me but I think Pope does like you. A lot. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It’s not just some friendly look.” He places his hand on your shoulder rubbing it softly and you send him a tight lipped smile.

“Maybe he does, I doubt it though. And people say girls are complicated. You boys are just as complicated.” You teased bumping his shoulder as he let go of yours. “But anyway we’re forgetting about the most important rule ever. No pogue on pogue macking.”

JJ snorted shaking his head. “Don’t bring up that bullshit rule. I know that if anyone of you showed interest in me it would be out of the window.”

“I’m not particularly a rule breaker unlike you.”

“Rules are made to broken but you’re just boring Lil Red.” You gasped and turned to your friend.

“No I am not. Take it back.” You glared at him jokingly.

“What’re you gonna do?”

You raised your eyebrows and then pushed the boy off the dock thinking you’d suceeded for a slip second until he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in too.

Pope watched the two of you laughing and talking for a while without you realising and then he saw you both fall in the water together laughing and looking like you belonged together. He shook his head slightly as he looked back to Kie who stared with worried eyes.

“You okay Pope?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine just thinking.” Kie nodded going back to talking to John B until a shout erupts and they both turned to see JJ and you in the water. Pope was already looking.

“Lil red what the fuck?” He laughed shaking off his hair while you rung your own out still looking amazing to Pope.

“You said I was boring.” You shrugged chuckling and then screeching as you were pushed back under the water.

“I’m honestly surprised they’re not together yet.” Kie laughed looking at the two other boys beside her.

“You think they like each other?” Pope asked worry pinched in his eyebrows. It was one thing for him to think it but for Kie to confirm his thoughts made his stomach churn.

“Well yeah, I mean look at them.”

Pope was looking at them. And he saw it clear as day. You and him were never going to happen.

You breathed heavily as you and JJ walked up the steps to the docks. “Hey I know what we can do to help get your mind off of Pope for a night.”

“What?”

“A kegger.”

    THE PARTY HAD started two hours ago and was roaring with teens, kooks and Pogues alike hung together for one night filled with truce, beer and weed.

He had left you a few minutes before to pursue a girl of course while you sat around a bonfire staring at the embers that floated into the midnight sky. But you were still thinking about him. He was stuck in your thoughts like superglue. You'd hoped that maybe alcohol would help loosen you up and get you out of your head but being alone and drunk made it worse.

Pope stood by Kie as you sat at the fire by yourself. Now was his chance to tell you and maybe you would like him back but if you didn't then maybe it would be less embarrassing since you were drunk. However he was not drunk since he abstained from the beer despite the multitudes of parties they had. He was the designated driver type.

"I'm gonna go over to Y/N." Kiara nodded before she continued talking to a random boy that sat next to her.

He walked across the sand catching your attention as you snapped your head up to see him heading your way.

"Hey Pope."

You were surprised he left Kie.

"You looked a little lonely so I'm giving you company."

"Oh Thankyou. My saviour." You said jokingly. Taking a swig of beer you examined the boys face. It twitched with nerves as he sat next to you and fiddled with his fingers.

He looked up at you with a small smile. “Y/N, I—”

“God, girls around here really have a good left hook.” JJ groaned holding his face sitting down next to you on the log interrupting Pope who he hadn’t noticed.

Then JJ looked up to see Pope sitting there awkwardly and you almost laughing at the fact that he got punched by a girl which never happened before. “Oh shit sorry I didn’t realise...”

“Realise what?” You asked shaking your head cluelessly before you dragged yourself up. “I need another drink.”

JJ tried to stop you but before he knew it you were at the keg with him following after.

“Uh, Lil red, I think Pope might’ve been about to tell you he liked you.”

“Wait, what? Really?” You almost dropped your beer as your hands went slack in shock but you quickly gripped it tight swallowing some. Pope stared into as you had walked away from him with JJ following. Of course he was going after you because like Kie said, they liked each other. He wanted to see if he could forget, so he did something he would probably regret.

“I’m pretty sure I mean he looked like he was going to. I really need to talk to him...” The blond trailed off as he stared at something behind him.

“What is it?” You were about to turn around until JJ held your shoulders in place until your shoved them off and saw what you never wanted to see.

Pope was kissing a girl. Not Kie though. It was just a random girl who he was kissing. Your eyes burned with tears as you turned to JJ scoffing.

“Yeah he definitely likes me doesn’t he.” You choked back a sob shoving the beer into JJs hand and running off into the trees.

Pope has pulled away just in time to see it and instant regret filled his stomach.

“Pope, buddy, what did you do?” JJ asked softly as Pope looked at his walking away from the random girl who looked taken aback.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologised and she rolled her eyes walking off. “I don’t know what was going through my head, one second I was at the fire the next I was kissing a random girl.”

“Look, bro, just go find her and explain everything.”

“Yeah, I’ll—I’ll do that.”

You had walked the farthest you could from the party, still bare foot since your shoes were in the van and John B had the keys. You were leaning against a tree trunk when you decided to go to the one place that would comfort you most despite reminding you of him.

You went straight home taking 20 minutes to walk down the cold desolate roads that were dark by this time. The first thing you did was get ice cream from the freezer before making your way to the tree house and wrapping yourself in the blankets befor leaning against one of the many pillows stored there. You listened to the gentle breeze above rustling the leaves of the blooming trees and the crickets in the distance and felt the gentle swaying of the platform beneath you.

This was your comfort place. It was the only place you felt like this since it was where you created all your favourite memories with Pope Heyward. The unattainable boy who had always been by your side.

By the time Pope made it home it was completely dark but he knew exactly where you would be. He made his way to his backyard and saw your small figure and made his way up. You sat up quickly and almost burst into more tears after seeing him.

"Y/N..."

"Pope what are you doing here?" You asked as he climbed up the ladder.

"I came to check up on you..." He sighs and sits down next to you. "And I came to say that that kiss was a big mistake."

"Why—what?" You looked at the boy in confusion.

"I like you. I know we've been best friends forever and I hope this doesn't make it weird but that's the truth. I kissed the girl to see if I could forget about you which in hindsight was really stupid. And you probably hate me."

You looked at him with glossy eyes and smiled.

"Yeah that was stupid if you thought you could get over me.” You laughed which died down when you turned to him looking more serious. “But I don’t hate you. It’s not like we were dating.”

“I was thinking...we could change that.” Pope tells you and you raise your eyebrows, a growing smile on your face.

“Hmm okay. Date. This friday. On the beach. You and me?" You asked and his eyes lit up feeling slightly surprised at the forwardness.

"Isn't it supposed to be me asking you out?" He asked teasingly.

"It's the twenty first century pope get with it."

"Of course. And I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Good.” He then jumped on top of you in all your blankets and you let out a shriek. “Oh my god, Pope are you trying to simultaneously give me a heart attack and break this thing?”

“Not really, but if it happens then oh well.” He feigned nonchalance for a second breaking into a grin as you slapped his arm.

“Watch it mister. Or I’ll reconsider that date.”

“Okay, I’m sorry Y/N.”

You sighed contently as he wrapped you up in his arms, both of you under the blankets and the stars. You could definitely get used to this.

Note • In honor of simping for Pope and jd day, year, decade and century i’ve written this cause he’s a cutie and I love him. This was kinda anticlimatic but 🤷‍♀️