#ik the last one isn’t a wink but guys.

[blueskingdom]

charles ft. his never ending saga of winking at max

[wontheworld]

“we’re f**ked”

Paring: fem idol! y/n x idol !Niki

Genre: fluff (?)

Summary: Y/n and Niki are both idols that are secretly dating, y/n and Niki are chosen to be music bank mcs what happens when he flirts a little to much?

Warnings: cursing, none otherthat I know of!

Notes: not proofread! Enjoy this first Niki fic lols 🤞😻

Word Count: 626

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“Y/nnie!”

“Niki!”

“Music Bank!!” Y/n and Niki said smiling

“Oh Niki it seems we have vampires in the building!” y/n pouted cutely while gasping.

Niki smiled at her, “oh no y/n!! I’ll save you I won’t let them bite you!” Niki said as she still pouted.

“Niki! I think they’re romantic vampires they said come “kiss me and bite me” to me!” Y/n said gasping again.

“I’ll kiss and bite you first!” Niki said as yn looked at him.

she frowned while side eyeing him, “Niki what are you even saying- anyway let’s welcome”

“Enhypen!” They both said before separating to each side

“One! Two! Connect! Hello we are Enhypen!” The seven boys introduce theirselves.

They said a few things about their comeback and information before Niki asked a question.

“Y/n why don’t you show us some of the bite me choreography I taught you!” Niki said making the boys cheer

Y/n shook her head before covering her face in embarrassment, “I’d rather not!” She said as all the boys whined

“Come on let’s sing it so you can do it!” Jungwon said as Niki nodded

“Come here and get some 남겨줘 on my neck 네 거란 증거, just come over and bite me” the boys sang as she danced

after she finished she covered her face again as all the boys cheered, “You did so good Y/n!” Niki said as she shook her head

They finished as she bowed to them after they left and the camera turned off.

“Niki you seriously are going to get us caught” Y/n scolded him as he rolled his eyes.

“Your group is next!!” He said as she sighed before getting in the camera as her group came on the stand behind them hiding

“People keep asking me what is my ideal type Niki what should I do!!” She said sighing in-front of the camera

He hummed for a minute, “Hmmmm tell them I’m your ideal type and you’re my ideal type!” He winked as her as she smiled.

“Let’s welcome Astral!!” They both said as the girls popped up

“Resemble the stars! Hi we are Astral!” y/n and the rest of her group bowed as Niki cheered

“You guys came back with a new hit can you tell us what’s it’s about?” Niki questioned

Their leader Chaeyeon spoke, “Our new song ‘Ideal Type’ talks about of course having a ideal type and how a girl falls in love with someone that isn’t her ideal type!” Chaeyeon said as they girls smiled

“Niki do you have a ideal type!” Another member Haeun questioned.

“Yes my Ideal type is Y/n!” He said as the girls laughed while y/n frowned while shaking his head

“Just kidding my ideal type is engenes and y/n’s ideal type is starlights!” He said as the girls clapped

They finished their very last interview as Y/n sighed as the camera came off.

“Niki the hell is wrong with you you’re going to put both of us in hot water!” She said as he laughed in her face

“You looked extra pretty today how could I not flirt! With my beautiful girlfriend!” He said as she shook her head.

After she went home a notification popped up from Chaeyeon.

채언니 (chae unnie): there’s so much videos from the interview today

채언니: ㅋㅋㅋ Niki seriously got you guys exposed

yn: 😣 ik!! I told him to stop but he wouldn’t

채언니: that kpop channel Sojang already posted it saying ‘YN from Astral and Niki from Enhypen are flirting? Or even more than that, DATING!!’

yn: fuckkk!

She quickly called Niki as he picked up fast after the first ring, “Hello beautiful”

“Niki we’re fucked”

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©️wontheworld

Song for today:

[josephtrohman]

sorry if this is silly to ask but where did the joe bisexual talk come from?

not trying to start speculation or some shit i am just confused 😭 ik pete is the one sort of semi unconfirmed bi one but now i recently notice joe also being called bi…is it a bit? or part of a bit but also at the same time are people realizing joe has said stuff that may indicate hes queer or smth… SORRY this is stupid to ask i am just dumb

NOT SILLY TO ASK AT ALL lol it’s largely like. lighthearted based on fruity things he has said and done and i’ve compiled some things that people point out under the cut (this isn’t like meant to be real trutherism for joe being bisexual obviously it’s up to whatever the fuck he says and also not that it actually matters anyways since he’s been with one person for the last 20 years lol)

this post in particular is one i think about a lot because it’s a neat little compilation of a lot of his fruity moments lol. NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS I FEAR

having sex with multiple wo(men)

dude crushes…

looking for another moustache to kiss his moustache…in the same interview that he says being gay is fantastic? inch resting…

kissing men…(first pic iykyk)

also talking VERY enthusiastically about kissing patrick in particular lol

lewd gestures with a bottle (my gifs from here wink wonk self promo)

and then also people have dreamt about joe coming out as bi so yknow. maybe prophetic dreams, i made this in reply to one of them for funsies

lastly, since i can’t put too many clips here, my fobtwt friend richie has a great thread on joe fruity moments here.

this isn’t absolutely everything but it’s all the examples that come to mind lol

like i said this is not meant to be trutherism bc obviously it’s up to joe to determine what he is lol but i think much of his conduct points to being a kinsey 1.5 or 2 at least 😭 i always think about that post someone made (i dont rmr who rn…) that said that fob should bring back m&gs so they can hand out pamphlets on bisexuality to the guys. anyways no one be mad at me for this it’s all kind of lh and jokes and innocent etc 😇

[myherowritings]

All That Ass

— One night at the gym, you see a handsome guy with so much ass, you take a picture on the sly and send it to your number neighbor, Bakugou, to freak out over. But what you don’t expect is for him to reply with a picture of you from the same gym.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader word count: 1,876 genre: number neighbor au!!, fluff

a/n: this is a bonus “what if” scenario based on these asks i received about baku and y/n meeting at the gym while he’s doing leg/butt day LOLOL,, just to be clear, this isn’t a canon part of the nn-verse! it’s just a hypothetical oneshot answering the question “what if they had met this way” AND I THINK IT’S SUPER CUTE!! i hope you enjoy and pls lmk what you think !! xx

“So… Does anyone want to go to the gym with me?” you asked cheerfully, sending a pointed look Shinsou’s way.

You knew Midoriya had already gone this morning (though, if you asked, there was no doubt in your mind he would go again), and Todoroki had just come back from swimming laps at the pool, so your roommate, Shinsou, was your best bet.

Too bad said roommate would rather stay home and play outdated games than workout with you. 

When he didn’t reply for a solid five minutes, you poked him on the bicep-- How he actually had muscles considering how lazy he was would undoubtedly remain the world’s biggest mystery. 

“Hello? Earth to Shinsou?”

He slowly tore his gaze away from the television, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Did you say something?”

Giving him your best smile while fluttering your lashes, you sang, “Does the best roomie in the world want to go to the gym with me?”

“No.” Shinsou hardly blinked. 

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’. “Wha--? That’s it? You’re not even going to give an excuse?”

“Nope. Just go by yourself,” he dismissed. “You always talk about how you’re a ‘strong, independent woman’, correct?” 

You scratched the back of your neck-- A habit you picked up from him over the years. “Well, yes…”

“And strong, independent women should be able to go to the gym by themselves, right? 

The only way you could respond was with an incredulous nod. 

“Glad we could agree,” said Shinsou with a wry smile. “Have fun at the gym, then!”

“I… Thank you…?”

And with a slightly confused expression you grabbed your keys and duffle bag and walked out of the door to the recreation center near your apartment, vaguely hearing Shinsou chuckling in the background.

It wasn't until you felt the chilling breeze of the outdoors that you snapped out of your trance. 

“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath. How was he always so persuasive? Sure, at times you could be the slightest bit gullible, but regardless, his skills were almost inhuman.

You huffed, shaking your head as you entered the reception area of the gym. After showing the workers your membership and brushing your hair out of your face, you headed upstairs to do some cardio. 

“Excuse me, are you done with the StairMaster?” you asked the blond-haired guy wiping down the only open machine. 

A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face to his neck and you had to avert your gaze before he could catch you gawking. 

“Just finished,” he said, his voice a gruff timbre that was surprisingly pleasant to the ear. He finished wiping down the handles and nodded your way. “Go for it.” 

You beamed, setting your water bottle and phone on the machine to get situated. “Thank you so much!” 

He huffed. “Yeah, whatever.” 

That wasn’t exactly a warm ‘you’re welcome’, but you shrugged it off with a small smile, stepping on the stairs and starting a light warmup. 

You placed your earphones in and played some music to set the mood, ready to work up a sweat. Cardio was a pain, but it was worth it if it meant having a nice butt. (As well as making your heart stronger and increasing your lung capacity, you supposed, but those were mere seconds to the booty gains.) 

As you upped the speed and got into the swing of things, you felt your eyes wandering around the room to your favorite part of the gym-- The squat and deadlift area. You noticed a handful of people were littered among the equipment and after your short inspection, you hummed to yourself.

Yup, things were definitely looking good there.

Absentmindedly, you saw your screen light up out of the corner of your eye and you unlocked your phone, briefly checking your messages. Or rather, checking for a certain message from a certain someone.

Still no reply? you sighed, placing your phone back on the StairMaster and trying to distract yourself by looking back at the students doing some leg exercises.

Almost instantaneously, your eyes were drawn to the blond who was using the cardio stairs just before you came. 

StairMaster plus squatting what was easily 75 kilograms within ten minutes? You had to stop yourself from practically swooning on the spot. That was some serious gluteal strength he must’ve had.

He was finishing up his current rep of back squats, cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to the sides of his face with sweat. Not only did he look unfairly handsome, but he had a hot body as well. 

His arms were toned with a nice amount of muscles on his biceps and triceps--oh, goodness, his triceps were really something else--and he had impeccable posture as he squatted. (Not that his posture was the first thing you noticed about his squat, of course.)

You were staring so intently at this beautiful specimen of a man that he himself noticed, pausing briefly to try to find the source of the laser beams he felt on his behind. Before he could catch you gawking, however, you tore your gaze away and grabbed your phone, trying to pretend you were on it this whole time. 

When he looked away, you sighed in relief, opening your camera app and peering at him through the screen.

You weren’t sure why, but you had a gut feeling your number neighbor, Bakugou, would’ve loved to share this beautiful sight with you. He seemed to be having a bad day and you figured a nice booty would be just the thing to cheer him up. So, really, you only wanted to take a picture of the hot gym guy out of the kindness of your own heart. 

After snapping the photo, you sent a quick series of texts freaking out to your ‘bakubestie’ along with an attachment of the image of the blond guy’s backside.

Y/N: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Y/N: HDJSJDJD IK I’M LIKE QUADRUPLE TEXTING RN AND I’M SORRY (but rly what’s new)

Y/N: BUT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THIS PIC IDK WHY DON’T QUESTION MY IMPULSES OK

Y/N: i’m at the gym and this hot (albeit a lil bit of a grumpy grump :/) guy is here and woW

Y/N: like i’m just trying to work out in peace but his ass is all “hi there (       )(       ) how are you (       )(       )” AND I FEEL SO ATTACKED,, how is one person allowed to have all that ass? save some for the rest of us pls bro

After getting a good percentage of your thoughts and thirst out, you let out a sigh of liberation, upping the intensity of the StairMaster to further get your jitters out.

As you continued scrolling through your phone to check for texts from your roommates, you heard a bark of incredulous laughter from the other side of the room. You distractedly looked up, but after seeing nothing out of the ordinary other than the hot guy grinning at his phone, you shrugged and placed your cell down to get back to your workout.

The intense climbing only lasted for about three minutes before you got a text message from Bakugou (which you knew only because his text tone was ‘It’s so fluffy!’ from Despicable Me while everyone else’s was the default chime). A bright smile made its way to your face as you lowered the speed once again, taking a drink from your water bottle to cool down before eagerly glancing at your screen. 

bakubestie: *Attachment: 1 Image*

Curiously, you took a look at the picture Bakugou sent. It was one of someone in the gym that looked quite similar to the one you were in, wearing the same workout clothes you were currently wearing… In fact, it looked like the photo was taken just now from inside the room, right next to the squatting area… 

bakubestie: Too much ass, huh? I could say the same about you

You blinked, taking a few moments to process just what exactly was happening before you yelped in surprise. “What the--?!” 

Your face fumed, head snapping up from your phone so fast you lost your balance and tripped on the incoming stair of the machine. Losing footing, you barely had time to let out a brief, “Oh, shit!” before falling down the StairMaster and onto your butt on the hard floor. 

“Ouchie…” 

There was a moment of silence before a booming laughter was heard from the opposite side of the room, and a mixture of dread and excitement filled your stomach.

Dread because if your suspicions were correct, the guy from the gym you were thirsting over to your number neighbor was your number neighbor. And excitement because--hello--you were finally going to meet your number neighbor! (That was, of course, if he didn’t run out of the gym at the very moment.) You were so excited that you couldn’t even dwell on the utter embarrassment any normal person would probably be feeling.

The scuffling of footsteps moved closer as you rubbed the side of your hip that landed on the ground. 

“Tch,” you heard from above you. You looked up to see an amused expression on the blond gym guy’s face as he extended a hand out to you and checked for any injuries. “You really are a dumbass.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his all too familiar tone, and you winked cheekily at him while accepting his hand and standing upright. “And you really have a nice ass.” 

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he fought off the blush on his face, your compliment catching him off guard. “Okay, well-- Now I know for sure it is you.”

With an excited grin, you jumped up and down on the balls of your feet. You were filled with nerves and butterflies and you wanted nothing more than to tackle your number neighbor into the biggest hug you could muster.

“You are okay though, right?” he asked, the smallest hint of worry in his features. 

The little crinkle between his brows was so adorable that you just couldn’t help yourself. Your grin widened even more and your face began to hurt from smiling so much. You were certain you looked like a fool, but you didn’t care. 

Before you could second guess yourself, you stood on your tiptoes and threw your arms around his neck to tackle him into a proper bear hug. Bakugou was still a bit sweaty and warm from working out--and you most definitely you weren’t looking any better yourself--but that didn’t change the fact that he felt cozy and safe and smelled faintly like your favorite caramel treat at the candy store. 

“Yes. I’m better than okay,” you murmured into his shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you, bestie.” 

Bakugou froze in shock before letting out a breathy chuckle, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist as you shifted so your head rested against his chest. His hand lingered on the small of your back as he peer down at you with what looked like a smile of his own and you wished you could capture that moment in a frame and relive it forever.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” 

[hopetofantasy]

Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E2

Zaterdag 10:21

That’s character: In this scene, they’re again establishing some of Robbe’s insecurities. We already know from previous seasons that he often feels like the third wheel, keeps to himself, lets people walk all over him or apologizes a lot, so that they don’t hate him or abandon him (like his dad did). But this scene takes it even further: he doesn’t want to be a burden. Not with stuff like his friend’s party mess, so he cleans up as early and fast as he can. Not with taking food that doesn’t belong to him, so he chooses to not eat anything instead. 

Perfect parallel: Zoë mentioning “Especially the pasta” in this season, because Milan stole her pasta at the beginning of hers.

Surprise bitch, guess who? Milan’s one-nightstand appears to be ‘Georgy Chtchevaev’, a close friend of Jonathan Michiels (Viktor) and other cast members. Small, small world.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe’s expression at the end reveals how he longs for something like Milan has, but then realizes he might never have/want that. (Internalized homophobia is a bitch, y’all!)

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The guy pulls out strawberry yoghurt from ‘Colruyt’ out of an almost empty fridge along with a spoon, from the cutlery drawer. Robbe’s gaze keeps lingering a tad too long on the half naked boy in their kitchen.

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Zaterdag 14:43

C is for culture: 

“Hey, I’m working here” - Teens are allowed to get a student job, as long as they’re at least 15 years old and completed the first two years of high school. The rules around how often they may work, has changed a lot during the last decade. However, nowadays, they’re allowed to work at a lower social security tariff as long as they don’t go over 475 working hours per year. Otherwise, they’ll have to pay the normal amount or even taxes if they surpass a certain income limit.

“No, I was just shopping” - C&A (Clemens & August Brenninkmeijer) is a Dutch chain store of origin with approx. 1,500 stores in Europe. They mostly attract older generations, as their style is seen as a bit old-fashioned and classic. That’s why their popularity significantly dropped in recent years, causing closures in some cities. - A smart move of putting product placement in a youth tv series.

Perfect parallel: 

Robbe pulling a t-shirt off the rack to get Noor’s attention in this episode, him using the same tactic with a sweater in the last episode.

Noor sitting on a reluctant Robbe’s lap to kiss him here, Robbe happily straddling Sander to kiss and talk later on.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe again faking that he likes Noor’s sexual advances.

Lost in translation: Robbe’s mom texting him “Ziet ge mij niet graag?”, which could literally be interpreted as “Don’t you want to see me?”, but in this context it actually means “Don’t you love me anymore?”.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: In case you didn’t catch it, Robbe is making a double joke with the t-shirt - saying that Noor is sexy as well as repeating the song on the store radio. Jana’s look at a disheveled Noor reveals that she knew Robbe wasn’t just ‘trying something on’.

Bonus: This season uses a lot of mirrors to reflect Robbe’s emotions and inner turmoil. Even his relationships with Noor and Sander are mirrored within the season itself: he never liked what Noor did for him (waiting outside the school, making out in public, going next level) and he was amazed at Sander doing the same. Mirrors are the perfect way of showing how Robbe has two faces: his ‘straight’ public persona and his struggling inner ‘gay’ self.

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Zondag 19:59

That’s character: Zoë’s mom behavior is at full force here. When she spots her friends, roommates or boyfriend in difficult situations, she jumps to the opportunity to make them feel better. She instantly defends them, provides a shoulder to cry on, gives advice, feeds them when needed, tries to figure out what they’re feeling, ... Sometimes giving some tough loving too. Zoë just has that caring nature of her own. This probably stems from the fact that she missed out on parental figures and wants to feel needed as a compensation.

Perfect parallel:

Symbolism! Robbe walking away from his mom’s room in a cold-looking hallway, because he’s not comfortable (yet) with the situation. And him walking towards Sander’s room in a warmly lit hallway, since he’s at peace with what’s happening with his love.

Zoë asking Milan if he’s “Playing hard to get?” in this situation, Milan asking Robbe if his clothes say “Hard to get or playing hard to get?” later.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe analyses what Milan is doing with his partner, not really sure how to feel about it.

Nod to the OG: Zoë stating “The only thing you can do now is just be there for her and yes, that you have to wait”, sounds oddly familiar to the minute-for-minute speech by Sonja.

Funny coincidence: Milan making out heavily with his boy in front of Robbe and his salad, might look like a nod to the ‘Right in front of my salad’ meme.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Robbe’s other (thicker) coat is hanging on a hook in the hallway. Senne’s “If I had have known that, I would have tried harder” indicates that he probably had to retake a year in high school, because otherwise he’d been a student in uni earlier on. 

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Maandag 16:27

C is for culture: “Kwak en Boemel kwamen binnen” (= “Kwak and Boemel entered”) - Robbe is referring to two side characters in the Belgian comic books ‘Jommeke’, who are homeless, lowlife criminals. The main protagonist in the series is the 11-year-old boy ‘Jommeke’. He is clever, honest, brave, loves adventure and is recognizable by his distinct blonde bowl cut. It’s one of the best-selling strips in Flanders, besides ‘Suske and Wiske’. 

Perfect parallel: Jens’ first time suggesting toothpaste to jerk off happens here in S3, but he repeats it again during wtFOCKDOWN. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: The boys questioning why Robbe didn’t go all-the-way with Noor yet.

Lost in translation: Noor saying “Is dat een eik? Want ik zie veel eikels hier!” has completely lost its meaning when translated. ‘Eikels’ means ‘acorns’, which come from the ‘eik’ (= ‘oak tree’). But ‘eikels’ also means ‘assholes’. That’s why she’s pointing out the oak tree, to diss the boys that they’re actually ‘eikels’. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Again, the very subtle hint at the beginning that Sander was at the skatepark - checking Robbe out. Robbe pulls the middle finger at the boys hollering. His skateboard has a ‘World Industries’ sticker on it. 

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Dinsdag 14:56

Perfect parallel: 

Robbe arguing “A whole weekend on a trip with people you don’t know?” against Noor coming along in this episode, his flirty affirmative answer to Sander’s “Like a weekend trip with strangers, right?” in the next.

Amber and her match making skills again! First, she tried to set herself up with Senne in S1, then Jana and Zoë with Max in S2, now Luca with Aaron in S3. 

Lost in translation: “Ik denk niet dat ze daar goesting voor heeft” - ‘Goesting’ is a typical Flemish word for anything that has to do with desire, preference or willingness to do something in any context (work, food, activities, sex, ...). That’s why Aaron answers him with “I had a different impression on Friday”, taking the “I don’t think she has ‘goesting’” in a very sexual way.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: The real reason why he doesn’t want Noor to join the trip, is him not wanting to fake his attraction to her. Except Robbe isn’t willing to admit that to himself yet.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Luca has braces!

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Woensdag 12:21

Perfect parallel: Noor’s “And then you haven’t even seen the men yet” as a rebuttal to Moyo’s comments about art school girls in this episode, Robbe meeting the beautiful art boy Sander in the next. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe just doesn’t see the appeal in watching women dance, since he’s not attracted to them. But the guys don’t get why he says ‘no’ to the recital.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor is greeting Britt with a hug in the background. Moyo kisses the dance recital flyer right before going outside. 

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Donderdag 07:21

C is for culture: Robbe is making a sandwich with choco spread and speculaas cookies. ‘Speculaas’ (’Biscoff' in English) is a spiced shortcrust biscuit with origins in the Netherlands and Belgium. It’s typically baked for the ‘Sinterklaas’ and Christmas celebrations. Though, it can be eaten as a treat to accompany coffee, thee or ice-cream as well. 

Perfect parallel: 

Zoë saying “I think you’re not used to eating healthy” earlier this episode and Robbe making sweet sandwich at the breakfast table, confirming her statement here.

Milan taking revenge for Zoë on a sleeping Senne in this episode, him helping Robbe prank Moyo for being homophobic in a later one. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Milan’s breakfast is a banana. Senne pulling Zoë into their bed, without her spilling the coffee in her hand.

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Vrijdag 18:02

Perfect parallel: Luca dissing Moyo’s sexist statements with “Do you actually have a girlfriend? ... I understand why” earlier, her saying “Moyo, then you better take a good look at it, because it will be the last time you’ll see that room” here.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë and Jana hugging each other outside. Luca giving Moyo a clear wink after dissing him. Robbe didn’t expect Noor to sleep with him in the bunkbed, as his face falls when she says she will.

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Vrijdag 22:04

C is for culture: "It isn’t because he isn’t here...” - The reason that Senne couldn’t join their trip to the seaside, is that he doesn’t have a fall break. Universities usually start their school year a week later than university colleges, so they’re the only ones who don’t have a vacation at the end of October.

Perfect parallel: Robbe looking at drunk Noor with a sad expression of “Why can’t I just love this girl?” in this episode, him looking at a sleepy Sander with a face filled with love in the last episode.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe trying to pry Noor’s hands away from his body.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Senne responds with “#metoo” as a joke, referencing the movement and him missing Zoë. Her face freezes for a few seconds to indicate that she is indeed jealous. Robbe’s little wink at Luca. 

[sporadic-writer]

Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 2

Note: ok so I know that not all of the boys, meaning both twins, live with the others. And I know my update schedule sucks but I go in a block and funk. Sorry guys. I just want you to read something I would read and truly enjoy. Also, I think I may make this a Haz fic bc ones about hin deserves more love and notes.

No one really reads these but I also think I'll write this for Harrison bc when Tom posted the pic of Nadia, it shattered the illusion in my head lol and it feels weird to a certain extent to write when he is most likely dating her. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy for him and he doesn't know I exist, but it feels odd idk. So im pausing on Tom stuff atm lol. Harrison is single as far as publicly that ik so thats that 😅

Pairing: Harrison x Reader (most likely)

Warnings: mentions of weed, alcohol, and swearing. I enjoy all these things responsibly and ik im not the only one. As always stop reading if you dont like something.

Part 1 here initial teaser here (got around 100 notes soo 😎 check that out)

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“Alrighty boys. That’s enough about me, tell me about yourselves. I only know this one from the big screen and that 2 of you are brothers.” You gestured to Tom as you spoke about him. “And from basic eavesdropping I gather you are all very close.” 

Tom smiled, “Actually I’m a brother to the twins, older obviously.” It was fun having a celeb lounging in your hot tub, drinking a beer with you. “But yeah I am an actor, Spider-Man as you probably know. Harrison’s an actor too!”

“Oh my god you are! I watched Catch-22 on Hulu! Comedy my ass..! I balled my eyes out several times.” He had the nerve to laugh in response. “Don’t laugh! That shit got intense quick. Then the shot where you all are swimming? Killed me. I don't know how I didn't notice you. Sorry!”

“Did you at least like it?” He smiled and asked hopefully. When you nodded yes he beamed! “Well then that’s all that matters. I will say an American accent is hard.”

You brought your beer up to your lips. “Yeah because your guys’ accent is so easy. You make fun of how different areas in America have different accents but it’s the same here!” They nodded in agreement at your words. You leaned your head back a tad and enjoyed the warm water. “Southern accents have different twangs bepending on the area, I have family that lives closer to New England, that's something all in its own. Just like here. You got London, Wales, some place called Essex and other places more north of here. It's not just the US." You reached over for your joint to finish it amongst the bubbles. "Now for real. Tell me about yourselves. Harrison you start I guess."

"Why me?"

"Shorter wikipedia page." You smirk as you re-lit your herb. The guys laughed and made 'ooh' noises to tease. "I'm kidding! Relax a touch. I just picked your name because you are right in front of me."

"Well I've known this lot since we were all kids. Tom and I went to school together and we have been stuck with each other since. I was his personal assistant for a while too." You listened as he spoke. Sweat was building up on his face from the hot tub. It added a nice shine to his, and everyone's faces. In order to avoid makeup running everywhere you sat up as you listened to him. You watched his eyes watch your movements as you took a hit and slowly exhaled. Almost like he was relaxing from watching someone relax from getting high without actually doing so. He kept going and you realized you zoned out a tad. "And then I wanted to do more than just model so I did more auditions and Catch-22 became my biggest so far."

You nodded, noting you heard and were listening. "That's cool and all but tell me like favorite song, movie, animal! Hahaha it isn't everyday famous people are in my hot tub. I'm going to savor this first encounter!" He smiled and answered your sort of questions. You offered the joint around before it finished. Tom passed, Tuwaine and Harrison took quick hits though. "But yeah that is me. Now someone else go so I don't have the spot light on me anymore." He looked at you as he said that and handed you the last bit. You winked in thanks, and to flirt lightly. (Shoot your shot right?) "Same questions to you love."

You responded your favorite song, movie, and color to him. "Yeah I like a bit of everything. But funny movies are my favorite. Obviously I like Marvel too Tom don't worry. Same goes for music but my preference ranges from new pop to older rock. I grew up on 80s alternative pop stuff." You smiled at him and he beamed in pride at the brand he represented. "Ok Sam you now."

Sam starts talking about his life and Harrison goes to grab more drinks. At this point the sun as almost finished setting and you tell the blonde how to turn the deck lights on. Soon the rows of edison bulbs flick on and a lovely mood is set. The glow isn't too bright and adds a nice light to your summer tanned skin. What you don't know is that the gentlemen appreciated the glow as well. However, they are too polite to say anything too bold after just meeting you.

If you could read minds or be sober enough to detect a certain lack of subtlety you would pick up on how the single men checked you out as you got out of the tub to get rid of the roach. Polite of course, 20 something men are going to appreciate a beautiful American girl right in front of them.

And if they could read your mind they would hear how you were taking in Tom and Harrison's jaw lines and toned muscles. How you appreciated Tuwaine's smile and height. Then add the twin's curls and freckles to the list and they'd think you were picking them like boys from a catalogue. Despite the slight oggling on your part, your eyes always wandered back to the blonde hair blue eyed boy the most. He seemed a little more laid back then Tom. Probably just because one was working more than the other, but that was just initial vibes you got. Regardless of vain appearance choices and vibe preference, all these boys were wonderful and you were just lucky enough your uncle's hot tub fit them all nicely.

Tuwaine smiled cheekily and spoke up. "Alright, we all have fresh drinks and proper buzzes. Let's make it fun and play a game. So Y/N, you went to college in the states, give us a classic drinking game and show us what you got."

"Ha! I don't know what you're looking for but I assume never have I ever is universal? You can't play kings or flip cup in a hit tub. Hold up 5 fingers, put them down if you've done said thing, drink as well."

"No fingers, just play till we are right pissed." Harry grinned and everyone else went along with it. "I will start. Never have I ever- wait this a normal game or sexy version?"

You said you didn't care and Tom said what the hell, so he continued. "Never have I ever gotten walked in on during a scandelous activity." Tom and Harrison both drank and groaned saying they have both walked in on each other at some point in life. Tuwaine continued.

"Never have I ever fooled around while someone else is in the room." There was a pause and no one drank. But then you rose your beer to your lips and they all looked at you in a manner of surprise and demand for explination.

Shrugging you said, "Old drunken hookup in school. We didn't know his roommate was in his top bunk asleep until it was too late. The mistake we made was keeping on going when we thought we heard him, because we did..."

"Wow Y/N. Learning a lot about the neighbor girl right away!"

"Shut up this game was your idea!" You laughed as you spoke in response to his teasing. "But whatever it's my turn now anyway. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." That got all but Harrison and you felt proud for getting them. "Alright so you are either morons or were in a rush to send that sext."

Tom defended himself saying her name was Sam and it was instant regret the second he realized.

Sam glared at him and said, "Yeah no one enjoyed that bro. I'm still shaken up about it."

"Get over yourself it was like 5 years ago! And you accidentally sent your friend Jake one, so pot, kettle, hi both black."

"It was detailed!"

You just sat there amused taking this all in. "I am so glad this happened tonight." You said more to yourself than them.

"Darling if this ends up in the tabloids we will never speak again." They were teasing with the threat. "But come on this is good let's keep going. Never have I ever done it in a car." You, Sam, and Tuwaine all drank and giggled.

The game continued on and another round of drinks were had. You learned Tuwaine had said the wrong name in bed. Also, that both Harry and Harrison have fooled around during family functions. In return they learned that you've hooked up in a college classroom and in a restaurant bathroom. That ended up getting you and your former boyfriend kicked out of the establishment. Towards the final round all were getting sleepier but still in a good mood.

"Never have I ever had sex high." Harrison challenged the group. No one drank. "Wait really? Thought I'd get you with that. Finish your beer and all." He looked at you as he spoke.

"Nope. Just never happened now that I've thought about it. Huh. You'd think right? But nope. Not that I'm opposed." You ended your statement by glancing his way while finishing your beer anyway. Harrison just watched the way your neck moved as you tilted your head back. "Ok boys this was fun but I am gettin tired."

Tom nodded. "Same here. Thank you for having us darling, it was fun!" The others spoke in agreement and you smiled at them saying they were welcomed back anytime. They offered to help clean but you grabbed the remaining bottles and told them you were good. After final goodbyes, you told them to not he strangers, you were all in your respective homes.

You went to bed pretty quick. Next door, at their place Tom, Harrison, and Sam lingered to get some water before bed. "She was really cool." Sam said while sipping water.

Harrison hummed in agreement. "Yeah I think so too. Very chill and all that."

Sam smirked and playfully said, "You just think she's fit mate." There was a pause.

"Well she is." It was Tom who said that and the others looked at him in playful shock. "What I'm not blind! She is! She's isn't some shy girl freaking out over us. She's cheeky and just seems normal about us living next to her. More Harrison's type though I'd say."

Sam laughed. "Yeah he always liked the classic American 'girl next door' type. Just a bonus she is actually American this time." They paused for Harrison to negate their statements but he just sipped his water and looked at them with a glint in his eyes. "Told you." Sam said as he took a sip. "She is better than half the models either of you bring back. Nuerons fire and she can keep a conversation. Not that all models are like that! But come on you went out with some stereotypes." Neither could disagree. Sometimes you just want to have a date with the beautiful face. Long term needs substance though, and both Tom and Harrison thought you had it all.

"We need to invite her over tomorrow, and any time she's free." Groundwork was to be established and Harrison was determined to get to know you more.

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Katsuki Bakugou X Reader: Pool Party (LEMON) (+18)

Scenario: Momo is throwing a Pool Party at her parents house and everyone in Class 1-A is invited. Bakugou wasn't planning on going until he here's that you're going and that Kaminari was planning on asking you out at the party. Things escalate...

Warning! Content contains swearing and sexual content!

~~

"Hold still! Or I won't be able to finish up your toes!" Mina pouted.

"But it tickles!" you giggled.

The Class 3-A girls were having a relaxing time in Uraraka's dorm room on a Friday Evening. Tomorrow, they would have free time and go to Momo's place to have a pool party. So the girls were all getting gussied up for tomorrow.

"So well did you girls do today on the pop quiz?" Hagakure asked while finishing Tsuyu's fingers.

"Ugh! Don't remind me! Why does Aizawa-Sensei have to give us a stupid quiz right before the weekend! And homework on top of all of that!" Mina whined.

"I mean, you shouldn't be that surprised. It is Aizawa-Sensei after all." Jirou pointed out.

"But does he have to be such a drag all the time?" Mina frowned.

"I think I did pretty well on the test." Momo said while putting lotion on her legs.

"Deku was muttering the whole time afterwards. He really gets passionate when it comes to becoming a hero." Uraraka chimed in.

"You're always so observant when it comes to Midoriya." Hagakure teased.

"That's what happens apparently when you have a crush on someone." Tsuyu grinned.

"W-What?! I-I-It's n-n-not li-ike th-that!" Uraraka sputtered out.

"Surrre it isn't." you teased.

"You're one to talk! We know have a crush on one of the boys! You just won't tell us!" Hagakure accused.

"Pfft, not. None of the guys in our class are really boyfriend material to me!" you scoffed.

"We know you have a crush on someone missy! You should just tell us already!" Mina pointed her finger at you.

"No."

"How about a hint?" Jirou suggested.

"We promise to stop asking if you give us at least one hint! One good hint!" Momo clarified.

You stopped to think for a moment. It would stop the constant pestering that they've been doing for the last three months. You were stubborn and didn't budge to their demands. But even your patience was running thin with their insistence.

"Fine but you have to promise to never bring it up again!" you insisted.

The girls nodded as Uraraka added in. "But you have to give us an actual clue of who it is. You can't just say he's in our class or that he's brave. Give us a real hint!"

With a sigh, you rubbed the back of your head and stated. "His hair is a blonde color. That's all you need to know!"

"No way! Blonde hair?!"

"Eh? You can't be talking about Aoyama!"

"It's gotta be Kaminari! He's pretty friendly with you!"

"Yeah that's it!"

"Maybe it's Bakugou?"

"What did we just promise?" you grumbled.

~~

"Dude, you sure about it?" Sero asked.

"I'm tired of (Y/N) being oblivious to my feelings! Tomorrow I'm going to confess to her!" Kaminari confirmed.

In the common room, Sero and Kaminari were playing on their Nintendo's as Bakugou and Kirishima were in the kitchen getting a snack. Bakugou however got distracted when he heard Kaminari's declaration. That scrawny loser was going to confess to you tomorrow?! Like hell!

Bakugou didn't know how exactly it happened. One minute he was sparring with you in hand to hand combat and the next thing he knew you had pinned him down with that hot smirk of yours. It infuriated him. After class he demanded a rematch and he got his ass handed to him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Then after two years Katsuki began noticing you more. He had a huge crush on you and didn’t want to admit how turned on he was by you kicking his ass. Your no nonsense attitude had struck the hot head’s heart. He was attracted to you and tried to be subtle about it. Only Kirishima ever noticed it and he was sworn to secrecy. And by sworn to secrecy, Bakugou means he threatened to kill him.

But now perverted Pikachu was going to try and make his move on you? Like hell he would let you be with that third rate extra!

“So when are you going to confess?” Sero wondered.

“At Momo’s pool party tomorrow! Not only will she be there but I’ll get to see here in a hot swimsuit!” Kaminari gushed.

The bag of Kara Mucho that was in Bakugou’s hands exploded. Bits and pieces of the bag and chips scattered on the floor. Bakugou’s face looked like it was ignited in rage as he heard the sleazy comment from Kaminari. He wanted to punch Kaminari for saying nasty shit about his girl. 

What made it worse was when he was going to confess. Ponytail’s party was tomorrow! He wasn’t going to go originally and now he’s got to change his plans.

“Wooo! Nice one there Bakugou!” Sero cheered.

Kamnari and Sero snickered at the heroes explosion before turning away.

“Hey man, you okay? Your snack exploded.” Kirishima asked.

“Shut up! I’m absolutely fine!!” Bagou hollered and stormed out of the kitchen.

Kirishima followed his friend and shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Listen up shitty hair! That pool party tomorrow, we’re going!” Bakugou confirmed.

“Huh? But I thought you said going would be a waste of....ohhh. I get it now! You’re scared that Kaminari is going to sweep (Y/N) off her feet.” Kirishima teased.

“Like hell! I’m not worried about a damn thing! I just changed my mind is all!” Bakugou denied despite his cheeks fuming red.

Kirishima chuckled at his friend's obvious affection for their classmate. It’s not like Bakugou stares at her constantly, keeps asking to train with her so he could spend more time with her or helps her with her homework. Plus it was hilarious seeing the two of you banter constantly with each other. He was silently rooting for you two.

~~

The party at Momo’s was thriving as everyone from Class 3-A managed to come. Sato was grilling the lunch for everyone, they had who can breathe underwater the longest test to which Tsu won and currently the girls were sunbathing while the boys were playing an intense game of volleyball.

“C’mon Deku! You can do better than that, can’t ya?!” Bakugou taunted.

“Dude c’mon! Don’t use your quirk!” Sero shook his head.

“Deal with it scotch tape!” Bakugou yelled.

Sunbathing was so far your favorite part of this party. Not because you wanted a tan or anything. But because you had a perfect view of Bakugou’s shirtless body. He looked real good in those swim trunks. Like something out of Playgirl magazine. His tan muscles looked ripped at every movement he made, his biceps flexing whenever he was getting ready to hit the ball and that wild smirk that made you want to kiss his stupid face.

And you were doing it all while on the sideline with your sunglasses obscuring where your eyes were. Smooth.

“Hey there (Y/N)!”

A voice quickly brought you out of your ogling and you saw Kaminari look down at you with a friendly wave.

“Hey there, how you doing?” you asked while taking a sip of your ice tea casually. As if you weren’t just eyeing your crush like a horny pornstar.

“I’m doing pretty fine if I do say so myself. And can I just say, you’re totally rocking that bikini you have on! It really suits you!” Kaminari winked.

Your cheeks went slightly pink at his compliment. You were wearing (f/c) bikini that you had found while shopping with Mina and Hagakure. They both insisted that you get it and Mina mentioned how you could use it impress your crush.

“Oh, thank you.” you scratched the back of your head.

“So what are you doing here by yourself?” he asked.

Shit.

“Uh...I was thinking about getting a tan before summer’s over. And the girls were busy goofing off in the pool so I came here by myself.” you answered.

“So that’s why they’re so lonely.” Kaminari’s eyes lit up as he leaned in closer to you.

“Wait, what looks so lonely?” you looked baffled.

“Your lips. Would they like to meet mine?” he whispered as he leaned in closer to  your lips.

Before you could react, a loud slam met your ears and you saw Kaminari get flung back off your lounge chair. You briefly noted the smell of smoke before seeing what had happened to the boy. His back was to the ground, his face you couldn’t see at all. It was obstructed by a volleyball. A volleyball with smoke and ash around it.

“Bakugou! What the hell?!” Jirou scolded.

Your eyes locked onto Bakugou as you can see his chest heaving and his face twisted into something dark. You realized he had slammed the ball onto Kaminari and used his quirk in the process.

“Kaminari, you okay?” Ojiro asked as he pushed the pall off of the blonde’s face.

Kaminari gave him that look he makes when his quirk was overused and held out two thumbs up.

“Man Bakugou, your aim was waaay off on that one.” Kirishima tried to lighten the mood.

However, Bakugou stormed over to you and you felt your heart drop. What does he want with you? You had never seen him this intense before. Not even when the two of you train together. The ash blonde tossed you over his shoulder and walked off flipping everyone off. When he was gone, Kirishima tried not to laugh. Who would have thought Bakugou was going to whisk you off like prince?

Maybe not Prince Charming but a feral prince with temperamental issues.

~~

Bakugou had taken you all the way to his parent’s house. When you finally arrived inside, he slammed the door shut and looked at you with those fierce eyes. 

“Bakugou, what the hell happened-?” you began.

But then suddenly, your lips were covered by his. Your first kiss was taken by Bakugou, the man you were crushing on deeply. However, as quickly as that kiss came, he pulled away saying one word. 

“Strip.”

This was turning you on and he had only said one word. However, Bakugou didn’t like that you weren’t doing as you were told.

“Are you deaf? Strip!” Bakugou snapped.

You quickly took off your bikini top and then slowly removed your bottom cover as well. You’re completely naked, in front of the man you were crushing on. Bakugou picked up your swimsuit as he looked at you with lust shining in his eyes.

“Upstairs, first room on the right.” Bakugou ordered.

“But aren’t your parents-?” you started but was caught off when he smacked your ass. The sting somehow turned you on even more at Bakugou’s dominance.

“Upstairs princess.” he sharply said.

You were used to Bakugou’s loud rampaging orders but never this elite alpha like control he had over you. Slowly, you began walking up the stairs naked and thankfully, you never saw his parents. They must have been out of the house.

You eventually approached his room and entered. It smelled so good, just like him. Then a smoldering kiss draws you in, brandishing your lips with his. Bakugou takes charge of the situation. He began pushing you in the direction of his bed.  You gulped at the realization that he was going to do it with him. Your heart starts beating wildly. He settles himself between your legs and wraps them around his waist. You could his erection through his swim trunks as he begins nuzzling your neck. 

Your face flushed red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were going to have sex with Bakugou. 

“Call me Katsuki. It turns me on so much more.” Katsuki ordered.

Then he pushes him swim trunks off which left both of you bare naked.  Katsuki's own rough lips started to catch your lips, nibbling your lower lip, and he took over your mouth. On your mouth, he nipped and sucked. You ran your hands over his chest to his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Moans began escaping your mouth as you spread your legs some to accommodate him some more. 

Katsuki then proceeded to move downwards to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin until he reached your nipple. He stared at you with a look that made you wet below your core. You wanted him. He squeezed and pulled your nipples with his hands holding your breast as you whimpered beneath him. As he grasped the one breast in one hand, he licked and sucked the other breast's nipple, sending shivers down your back as you arched.

“Katsuki!” you moaned.

He shot you a smirk. Delighted at how you sound using his first name. 

“You enjoying yourself there (Y/N)? Sure seems like it. Moan louder for me!” he chuckled.

“You sure seem confident! For a virgin that is!” you shot back at him.

“You and I won’t be virgins for much longer!” Katsuki pointed out.

The hand started to trail between your breasts, your belly to rest on your pussy.

“Yes! There!”

You cry out as the two hands that encouraged you are now slowly and steadily moving in and out of you. It was then that your eyes saw something that made your arousal spike, Katsuki's erection rubbing against your thigh. As soon as you saw it, you reached for it and started stroking his hot length. He let out a heavy groan above you. He was all hard and thick. You rubbed the slit, as he began to grip your hips hard enough to bruise and pull you closer to hot blonde.

“Damn it (Y/N)!” Katsuki groaned from your ministrations.

He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine from the empty feeling. You made eye contact with Katsuki and remained that way it while you took hold of his cock. With his erection in your hand, you began to guide it to your entrance. Slowly enticing the blonde.

"Do it Katsuki...please..."

However, he reared you up onto all fours, dragging your hips against his own. You felt the hardness forcing itself into your warmth in one sharp stroke of Katsuki’s hips. A loud moan escaped your mouth as he entered your virgin walls. He brought you up on all fours, though, dragging your breasts on his own. With one quick movement of Katsuki's shoulders, you felt the hardness drive itself into your heat. After reaching your virgin walls, a loud moan escaped your mouth.

“I’m going to claim your sweet ass.”

The way he pumped his dick into the best angle made your pussy spasm inside around his thick member. Katsuki leaned into your body, pushing you into his mattress, letting his hips go to work. His back muscles helped you release another long moan. Finding a pace that matched didn't take long for the two of you. The knees had a particular thrust low and lewd moaning as Katsuki smirked.

“That’s right baby, let me take real good care of you. No one’s going to make you feel as good as I do. Ain’t that right princess?” he leaned in bit your neck.

You couldn’t even shoot out a sarcastic response. Each thrust had you seeing black, and they were coming quicker every time. Your body was working with a soft shimmy. Your hips down his cock to suck him out of his rich seed as he slammed back in. In reply, he gave a sharp grunt. Now are so close. Your cunt pulsated wonderfully around the cock of Katsuki, making waves through your body of pleasure.

“I’m…so close…so close!” you cried out.

“Say my name!”  he demanded.

“K-Katsuki!” you shouted.

You whined as he smacked your ass and to your dread, started moving slower. 

“Louder!” he ordered.

“Katsuki!!” you hollered.

“Keep saying my name!” he growled.

He kept thrusting into your heat with that. Katsuki started to slide his hand on the bed to brace himself while the other dropped down to your clit to taunt you gently. Of response, your legs shuddered, buckling back to bed. His thrusts quickened, constantly filling you. His dick's tip felt like rubbing your cervix, even prodding. The sensation caused your hips to move with a gentle mewl of your lips against him.

Your body shaking absolutely under his hand made sure he had it almost. Your walls pulled you over as your hot channel was packed with his thick sperm. The internal tightening as you hit your climax bringing it across the edge. To stop him from being too loud, Katsuki bit at your side. He kept thrusting into you until there was no fall left, and you were mewling more with the overstimulation. He finally pulled out and collapsed on top of you, panting as heavily as you were, lying down there until your breathing stopped.

“You came first.” you teased.

He swatted your behind to which made you giggle. 

“Shit! I forgot to use a condom!” he growled.

“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry about it.” you turned around slowly wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Katsuki leaned in and you both kissed each other. Further cementing your feelings for each other.

“Tomorrow, we’re going out on a date.” Katsuki he stated.

“Whatever you want Lord Explosion Murder.” you purred.

Everyone figured out who your crush was the next day.

~~

Bonus:

"HEY YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHY DIDN'T YOU COOK DINNER FOR US LIKE YOU WERE SUPPOSED-?!" A woman's voice boomed.

You blushed heavily and quickly covered yourself with Katsuki's blanket. While the naked blonde was red all over. His mom just saw her son naked in bed with one of his friends.

"YOU OLD HAG! GET OUT OF HERE OR DIE!"

"TREAT ME WITH SOME RESPECT! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT!" Mitsuki threw a shoe at his face.

You began laughing hysterically as the two began bickering. Mitsuki not even caring that you were naked.

[jjsjuiceboxx]

LOVE TRIANGLE

POPExREADERxTOPPER

REQUESTED FOR: @letsgofullkook

SUMMARY: a love triangle between readerxtopper and readerxpope

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: underage drinking, smoking, cuss words, angst.

︎A/N- revamping my stuff so I’m just editing for decoration and stuff to make it pop more and draw attention ( no changes to the actual fic ), happy reading :).

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You were currently on hms pogue with John B, Kie, pope, and JJ you were zoning out looking how the suns reflection could be seen from the water of the marsh, you were pulled out of your thoughts when Kie started to talk about the kegger tonight at the boneyard.

“ok so who is going to bring what?“ Kie asked looking to everyone expectantly.

Across the boat you can see JJ smirk “you all already know I’ve got the weed.”

“I’ll have the kegs filled up and take them both to the boneyard.” John B stated

You were about to speak but was cut off suddenly when you felt a cold chill approaching, “hey are you ok y/n?” Pope asked you slightly concerned.

“Yeah dont worry Pope I just got a cold chill suddenly it’s gone now tho.” You smiles sweetly at him for even noticing and then instantly be concerned Pope eyed you suspiciously he could still see chill pumps on your arms so he walked to his bag and pulled out his hoodie, his favorite one that he won’t even let John b or JJ wear.

Instead of Pope handing it to you he put it over your shoulders letting you slip your arms into them then he zipped it up for you, you blushed at the action heart pounding pope smiled at you.

“Really she can wear your hoodie without asking but when we ask nicely you don’t let us? Man I even say please I never say please!” JJ explained shocked

“She isn’t a cluts like John b and doesn’t spill beer everywhere and I cannot have you making my hoodie reek of weed, besides it’s Y/N we are talking about she doesn’t need to ask” Pope state’s non challenger

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way

You were close with all the pogues but you and kie were the closest gossiping with one another about kooks and the boys while you did face masks and painted each other’s nails she knew you had a crush on pope which is odd considering he isn’t your type but he is so smart and it’s almost mysterious and he isn’t afraid to tell random people he wants to be a coroner and then proceed to tell them facts about what happens after you die and you couldn’t help but catch feelings.

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way.

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You and the rest of the pogues were now at the boneyard setting up for the kegger kie brought chips and a speaker to blast music, John b had the kegs and was setting them up, JJ sat down on a big fallen tree with his small contribution his weed, pope had a cooler with ice and more drinks inside while you carried a beach chair and solo cups kie also had you pick up straws for some of the beer in the cooler and it HAD to be recyclable.

“Y/N you know even at parties we have to save the turtles and other animals and our only earth.” She said seriously when you went to object she gave you a stern look.

“Yeah yeah....right the straws” you said kinda scared

“recyclable straws recyclable is important” she hollered after you now you were putting the straws on the table and putting solo cups out to be easily grabbed when you saw a few kooks show up a little earlier probably to set up their own beers and what not

But you couldn’t help but think Topper would be here yes he was dating Sarah but he always flirted with you before and during the relationship you at first hated it but one day when he stopped you realized you miss it so you decided the next time you saw him you would flirt first and so you did he then offered to get you a coffee and eat and you really got to know topper not kook topper, he hated pogues and was rude to them but he has never said anything bad about you atleast not to your face he always bullied the others.

As more people showed up you started to get anxious about toppers arrival you knew he was coming he always does the question was when ? And do you go up and talk to him ? When it’s just him and you you guys always talk about real stuff and you see that topper is just like the rest of us just slightly more perfect and put together.

You decided to start getting drunk to calm your nerves once you had two cups you were tipsy still sober enough to remember things and control yourself but a lot more relaxed and care free you saw pope walk away from taking to a girl and decided to dance with him.

“Pope come dance with me I love this song” you said cheerfully while spinning around

“Fine but If you get sick from spinning I’ll be mad” he laughed grabbing your hand

You and pope danced for 30 mins or something laughing and joking around and then suddenly you caught a glimpse of a tall tan boy with frosted tips along with Sarah and Kelce right by his side a slow song was playing and pope had you facing the entrance to the boneyard suddenly you and topper made eye contact he Gave you a slight nod in which you returned with a smile but it suddenly shifted when he looked away shaking his head so pulled back from pope and started taking his hoodie off

“I’m getting hot from all the Dancing I’m gunna grab a drink and cool off” you told him Pope pulled you into a tight hug that lasted about a minute.

“Thank you for dancing with me I’ve always wanted to slow dance with a pretty girl.” Pope stated shyly scratching the back of his head.

“Aww I’ll slow dance with you anytime handsome” you said blushing getting on your tip toes and kissing his cheek letting it linger for a bit you back off seeing him blush under the moonlight you handed him his hoodie and walked to get a drink.

While waiting in the line for a drink you looked up to see Sarah climbing a red buoy and Kelce and topper trying to get her down safely you looked away not wanting to catch their eyes. You hadn’t noticed but topper gave up as Sarah was being rather difficult while kelce climber up with her to pry her hands off the top of the buoy.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder prying your eyes away from John b trying to impress tourons by juggling some beers, your eyes met a pair of eyes you were all familiar with, topper.

“Hey there ken of the outerbanks, hows it hanging in the Barbie dream house?” You questioned amused

Topper laughed at your nickname you gave him “it isn’t the Barbie dream house when she isn’t my Barbie you’re” topper declared

You and topper during many of your hang outs tho you like to calls them private dates where you just talk and laugh he was wearing a bright salmon polo and khaki shorts with a belt and some sperrberrys to match and let out a little chuckle and said he looked like your old ken doll you have “accidently” taken from school, oops.

Topper laughed “ok ok fine I’ll take it but you have to be my Barbie” he said laughing

“Ok I’ll be the Barbie to you ken”

And hence the day the nicknames had been born. By this time it was your turn to get your drink topper took your cup and filled it up and gave it back to you while he did his.

“Wow who knew topper Thornton could be such a gentlemen” you mocked

“Oh haha you’re so funny aren’t you Barbie” topper said sarcastically

You were about to come up with a remark when he suddenly turned to you stopping you in your tracks looking at you seriously.

“Hey can we like uh talk somewhere?” He questioner awkwardly.

“Yeah of course top Ik a good place” you motioned him to follow you in a set of bushes near the woods looking around once you got there for any horny drunk teens only to find none.

“Is everything ok topper? You’re never really serious unless something is wrong” you said worrying you know a conversation with topper was serious when you said his name and not a nickname.

“I know you’re friends with pope and I’m with Sarah but I can’t talk to Sarah or rafe and Kelce the way I can with you I feel like the real me I had forgotten about and you help me find it again, I don’t know I guess I got slightly jealous seeing you dance with Pope and laughing while wearing his hoodie” topper said quickly

You put your hands on either side of his cheek making him look you in the eyes you stared at him in an adoring way “topper I feel the same but I’m a pogue you’re a kook even though we understand one another not everyone can see it that way, I mean rafe could unfriend you Sarah wouldn’t be around and I don’t want you to lose that because of me” you said softly

“I know I know it just sucks because I do really like you I want To be with you, don’t get me wrong I like Sarah too but I feel pressured because of my parents saying and putting words into my head makes me wonder if I really like her or if I just think I do, but one thing for sure I know I like you” topper stated stepping closer

By this time Sarah was looking for topper him being gone far to long for “getting a drink” when she neared the keg topper was no where insight “hey kie I know you hate me but have you seen topper? He was getting drinks and now he is gone” Sarah explained looking around

“ I saw him walk down the beach following someone too dark to tell who, I know what you’re thinking that I’m saying that to upset you like or whatever but I’m not” kie defended rolling her eyes.

“No I can tell when your lying I believe you thank you” Sarah said walking off in the direction joe pointed too.

“Topper I like you too but I don’t know how this could work and I don’t want to hurt you saying this but I also like pope but we don’t flirt nearly as much as we do he doesn’t know I like him” you said looking down not wanting to hurt him

“ hey hey it’s ok friends who spend all the time together are bound to catch feelings whether it’s one sided or not I’m not upset thank you for being honest” he said smiling softly tucking some hair behind your ear you smiled leaning into his soft touch.

Pope was a little further down the beach then Sarah was pope sat in front of the fire with a marshmallow on a stick while John b laughed at pope trying to teach JJ how to roast a perfect marshmallow for the worlds best s’mores, “JJ you need to hold both hands one on top of the other at the bottom of the stick and then push your marshmallow down at the top till the stick poked through the marshmallow so it won’t fall into the fire and waste the marshmallow, then you hold it just above the flames. No not like that it’s too close you will catch the marshmallow on fire....again. Now you wait 5 mins then rotate it to the other side and then wait 5 mins and do the same all over so it gets a perfect brown shade don’t catch it on fire because one it’s bitter two it is a lot more hot and three some sparks could be left on it that you can’t see and will burn the shit out of your tongue possible 2nd degree burn that grants a hospital visit now you see mine is perfectly brown on all sides now you take your graham crackers and put the marshmallow on one then the chocolate then you sandwich it all together like so and bam you’ve got yourself the worlds best s’more” Pope said with a chefs kiss after he did a technical tutorial on the proper way to make a smore for the poor boy who has never learned how.

“Eww mine looks like toe cheese” JJ said grimacing.

“ I don’t want to know why you know that man.” John b said watching it play out amusingly.

“Just eat it JJ it’s good the best ever honestly, off topic have you seen y/n I havnt seen her in 30 mins” pope asked curiously

“Aww pope you have a crush on the baby pogue” JJ said teasingly

“JJ leave him alone who cares if he likes her damn, but uh I saw her walk the way” John b Pointed in the direction you had went

Pope stood up nodding his head going in that direction to look for the girl he was soo in love with still ahead of Sarah.

You could feel the tension between you and topper being so close to one another he started to lean on slowly and you did too not being in control of your body you were so lost in his eyes your lips finally touched and it was slow and passionate and it felt like time has stopped just as it was getting more heated you heard a twig snap and looked behind topper to see a wide eyed pope standing there.

“ y/n....what’s going on why are you kissing topper ???” Pope asks shocked

“I..I” you stuttered startled that pope who you like caught you kissing another guy you also like

“Topper you there?” You heard Sarah’s voice from behind a tree

“He’s right here” Pope deadpanned looking you straight in the eye

“ topper there yo- what are you two doing?” Sarah asked confused

“We were just talking babe.” Topper said softly

“Yeah If by talking you mean tongues in each other’s mouths” pope said angrily

Sarah stares between you and topper shocked “is..is this true topper?” Sarah asked quietly when topper looked down and didn’t say anything she knew her answer.

“Wow and after all I’ve told you about my past and you do this, you told me you loved me” Sarah said walking away.

“Pope look I ca-“ you were cut off by pope speaking

“No no you don’t get to talk right now, I thought you liked me? I know you never said it but I can pick up some ques, I gave you my favorite hoodie so you were warm I danced with you and I stood for an hour waiting for you and you never showed. Was I just a toy for you to use when topper isn’t here?” Pope asked sad

“What no of course not I like you a lot Pope I really do, but I also like topper as well and I’m so confused I don’t know why or how anything would work with any of us with the no pogue on pogue macking rule and the whole kook vs pogue thing I...I just don’t know” you said ashamed

“Wow, you were just talking shit about topper the other day and now you like him? I’m sorry y/n I can’t do this right now you don’t like me because if you did you wouldn’t have has another guy so pick topper” Pope said tears in his eyes leaving the seen fast.

You looked at topper tears running down your face he immediately wrapped you In his arms rubbing your head as a loud sob shot out of your body and a bunch of oh my gods.

“Hey hey it’s ok just let him cool down and then you can speak it him rationally I’m not mad you like us both I get it all I ask is that you give me a chance and Pope too and then when you’re ready you can choose who you want or choose neither of us” topper said reassuringly.

You pulled out of his embrace nodding your head as you wiped your tears away planning on what to tell pope when everything is calmed down.

[softhourswithseb]

Kenopsia

Viking!Bucky Barnes x Herbalist! Reader

Bucky Barnes AU!

Summary: y/n lives on the outskirts of her town and without knowing a big clan of vikings invade the town. Y/n later on reaches the village empty and broken only to be met by a bunch of big strong scary men.

Masterlist

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The snow looked so beautiful and porcelain, so fragile, moments like these you enjoyed most without no towns people rushing around and making a heck of a noise, ruining the snow with their dirty barrels and boots. You sipped your tea feeling the warmth go down.

You got up from your seat to go check if you have your materials for the day but all you saw was empty cupboards. Guess I have to go to the market again. You wore a thick light grey cloak over your peach chotronette.

(This is what you wearing cuz you a fancy bitch okay, but if you don’t like the dress you can imagine your own one lol)

You grabbed your book filled with herbal healings and your bag filled with some money and set off with your horse to the town. On the way you felt different, the setting was off you looked up to see some dark clouds emgering from the town. Hmm maybe there is a festival on? Or...you shook the feeling off and made your horse ride faster towards the town.

The closer you got the darker the clouds got, once you saw the gates of the town you quickly got off and picked up your dress and jogged over is everyone okay?. Your eyes widened and you let out a gasp the blooming town you once knew was demolished and perished. What was left was only broken pieces of wood, ashes and fire.

You started to walk around to find someone- someone should atleast be alive. The fire burning was eating you alive, every road you approached you remembered what it looked like before. How could someone do such a thing ?. As soon as you reached the middle of the town you knew it was time to go, the once dear town you knew is long gone and god knows how far the next town or village is.

You began your way back but only to be met by 4 big strong men suited with full armour and horses. Shit. You started to back away in the corner only to be hit by hard wall. “Well Well Well look what I’ve caught here boys” the man gripped your arm and dragged you over to the 4 men.

“Sir I’ve caught a pretty little dame wondering around this shithole, what do you want me to do with her?” Your scared eyes looked over to the man who supposedly is their leader or king. He was the biggest out of them all standing stiff with his cold blue eyes pierceing into yours. He brought his hand up to motion you forward, the other man pushed you to him.

“What are you doing here little one?” Surprisingly his voiced himself soft even though it is evident that his normal voice is loud and commanding.

“I-I live outside the town I come here to collect food and materials for medicine, I’m a herbalist sir.” You looked down, not wanting to make eye contact.

His hand lifted up your chin, you looked away. “Look at me little one” you hesistated but eventually looked. There was a smirk on his face his once cold blue eyes shone when he is faced you.

“You are coming with me little one.” You squealed when he lifted you up and on his horse. Before you could say something he mumbled something to his men which they replied in dark chuckles. They all got on their horses and went off.

The blue eyes man was last he got on behind you and took the strap of the horse and went off. You shifted back to face him. “I’m sorry but where are we going? You can just drop me off at my house-“

“That isn’t needed little one, once we arrive at my kingdom you will have everything you’ll need.” You interjected by “What- seriously I can make it myself I don’t-.” You stopped when he made eye contact his face was once again stiff.

“I do not take a ‘no’ if you didn’t catch on already I’m a king and you will follow to what I’ll say. You are coming to my kingdom where you will reside with everything you need. All I want is comfort for my queen.” He smirked again, knowing that he has let you speechless again.

Queen

Oh lord... you let your eyes wonder around him, his necklace caught your attention, what was engraved. James Buchanan Barnes. “Y/n” you said softly you looked up at him “My name is y/n sir” Bucky smiled back at you “Little one you can call me Bucky” “why not James?.”

“well anything for you my little one, call me James”

A small smile appeared on your face “James” his name flowed out perfectly from your lips.

You were taken back when he took off his necklace and gave it to you.

“Wear it, and show it off people should know your mine little one.” He winked and gave you a chaste kiss.

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-So I’ve just recently came back from my lil vacation which resulted in me getting a writers block ( which I hate because I feel really lazy) however I managed to get this in. I was really inspired by another Viking Bucky imagine and Lily’s theme in Harry Potter. Weird combo Ik.

-anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this one shot please do tell me if you want to be tagged, or if you want this to continue or you have a request.

-Luv Zu 💕

- @sinner-as-saint @sebs-daybreak

[talesofpanem]

Tattoo Fixers : Panem

Author: @thegirlfromoverthepond

Rating: T

Summary: Katniss needs someone to fix a bad tattoo.

AN: Deepest, deepest thanks to the amazing @xerxia31 who beta-ed this piece.

Even though I liked the prompt, it took me times to find the idea for this story - until I watched my TV, which prompted an episode of Tattoo Fixers - London. Maybe some of you from the EuroClub know about it ? Anyways, here is my take at this week’s prompt.

Hope you have fun.

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She would be fascinated by the ballet of assistants running around the shop if she wasn’t embarrassed to be sitting there, being prepped by a team of make-up artists and a hairdresser. 

Just looking at the people putting mascara on her eyebrows or trying to tame her hair was a spectacle in itself, with their tattoos poking out from under every bit of clothing, along with piercings or blue hair. 

Katniss felt utterly out of place, waiting for her turn to appear on a television show she didn’t even want to go on. Alas, it was the only free way to fix something she had regretted since she had woken up after a particularly drunken night with her cousin Gale.

It was all Gale’s fault. It had been the day of her father’ funeral, the day after Gale buried his own. After the ceremony, after everyone had gone home, Gale had taken Katniss out. She hadn’t asked, just silently nodded when he had grabbed the keys of his father’s old pickup, heading out to their favorite spot in town, to get drunk.

In the hopes they could forget the void left by their fathers.

They had spent hours in that bar, drinking until they couldn’t drink anymore, until everything faded into blackness. The next morning, however, they’d woken up together in the bed of the pickup truck, each sporting the mother of all hangovers and a lovely souvenir of their evening

Apparently, they had somehow found their way to a tattoo parlor.

Since that night, Gale had sported a wonderful peacock on his biceps, which he still found funny all these  years later.

Katniss wasn’t as lucky. She all but hated the cartoonish, badly drawn bow and arrow on the inside of her forearm. The only good thing about it was its size - tiny, so a wristband could cover it easily. She took to wearing one everyday. Solid. In leather.

Arrow. Her father’s name, had been inked forever on her arm. She would have loved it if she had been able to choose the drawing properly, instead of having been branded with a cupid-ike tattoo design.

Hence her presence on the set of Tattoo Fixers, a reality show where talented tattoo artists helped people cover up their tattoo disasters with gorgeous works of inked art. 

Removing the tattoo was way too expensive for her bank account. But Prim had convinced her to share her story with all the whole country, risking the humiliation of being branded as a drunk crazy woman on cable TV.

Wonderful.

“Katniss? You’re on in five,” a young assistant told her, making the team of preppers buzz around her like there was a breach in a beehive. One man, Flavius she thought his name was, because why not, was complaining about the state of her nails, how chipped they were, how he couldn’t do miracles, how he couldn’t find time to fit in a manicure in the remaining five minutes.

“I’m a botanist. It would be destroyed by tomorrow anyway.” She shrugged the thought away, almost taking pleasure in the disgusted look on his face. Take that, Flavius.

When the assistant came back, all smiles and happy mood, Katniss followed her out of the parlor and onto the street. Just like any other participant, she would have to walk to the shop, entering as if she was a totally random client.

Bull.Shit.

The only random part was which tattoo artist she would choose. At least she would be surprised by their drawings.

This was staged TV, reality-TV. She usually couldn’t stand it. 

She sighed, taking her place ion the street.

“Remember, start walking when the director shouts ‘Action!’” 

Katniss resisted the temptation to roll her eyes.

She started walking as casually as possible when she was told to, entering the shop as naturally as she could manage, trying to avoid laughing at the host’s attire of the day. Nobody ever bothered telling Caesar Flickerman that he might be colorblind. Today, he was mixing  a flashy orange shirt with beautiful purple bermuda shorts. No doubt the episode would air in summer.

“Here is our next client!” Caesar sounded a little too enthusiastic at her entrance into the parlor. “What’s your name, darling?” He took her hand, helping her sit on the couch facing the one where the three tattoo artists were sitting.

She took a deep breath before answering, hoping her voice didn’t falter. 

As she explained why she was there, Katniss took a good look at the three people in front of her, mentally thanking Prim for the briefing she’d given Katniss before she left that morning.

There was the woman, Jo, whose body was almost fully covered in tattoos and piercings. Only her face remained pristine, making her red hair stand out. She was sitting next to Finnick, who as the star tattooist of the program was sitting between his two colleagues. Finnick’s body was a work of art. Prim had swooned over it for much too long when she had briefed her sister, showing Katniss pictures of the man who appeared to live his life shirtless. Katniss had then been privy to the numerous tattoos that adorned his back, a chinese setting, dragon included. 

She had seen several shots of him, of his so perfect body that made women of all ages swoon over him. Of course, Katniss was well aware of the dispatch of muscles, the Greek-god physique Finnick had, and fully expecting to be struck with lust as soon as she laid eyes on him in person. Yet nothing happened.

Nothing. At. All.

She was much more intrigued by the third tattooist, sitting next to Finnick. If Jo was a picture of the bad girl, Finnick the perfection, this third person was something else. He screamed “normal”, standing out from the two others, in Katniss’ opinion. Maybe it was because she couldn’t see a single tattoo on him, not even the required tribal band around his biceps.

There was something about his blue eyes, about his messy blond air that made her look at him more than the two others. Something that attracted her.

“This is Peeta, but we call him Peet. He’s the newcomer as Cato decided he needed a year off,” Finnick said and Peeta smiled. “So, how do you want us to cover the tattoo? Any specific request?”

“Well, nothing arrow-esque, or cupid-like. I’d like something that’s more inspired by nature,” she said. She just wanted the stupid bow and arrow to be covered.

Both Finnick and Jo grabbed their sketchbooks and started to draw. But she could feel Peeta’s eyes on her, lingering for a few seconds before he in turn, dived in.

“Well, tell us about you, Kathy?” Caesar said,making idle conversation to allow the tattooists time to finish their drawings.

“It’s Katniss, actually. Nothing thrilling, I’m a botanist and I live with my sister, Primrose.”

“Oh, that’s nice, she’s named for a flower!”

Katniss couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She knew this part would be cut because nobody really cared about the chit chat between a host and someone they would forget as soon as she left the office. 

“Just like I am, it’s kind of a family tradition.”

“And you’re a florist! Isn’t it amazing.”

“I’m a botanist, but not far away.”

She was already over her talk with the host. A talk she was quite sure only lasted a few minutes, still felt like two long days. 

“We’re ready, Kitty Kat. Here’s my drawing.” Jo handed over her sketchbook, on which a beautiful cat was displayed. With red fun, he would have been a striking copy of her sister’s cat, Buttercup, aka the bane of her existence. “You strike me as independent and very focused, hence, the cat.”

“It’s beautiful, Jo, thank you,” Katniss said, as she took in the beautiful shape of the cat’s ear, the detailed eyes. The woman had talent.

“I went for something more… natural,” Finnick said. “ I hope you like it!” He handed her his sketchbook, then leaned back on the couch, taking a sugarcube out of his pocket before popping it in his mouth.

On the page in front of her was a display of gorgeous intertwining orchid flowers.

 “I can do them in different shades, like a watercolor painting, you know?” Finnick added, as Katniss stared in awe.

“It’s lovely, wow, I wasn’t expecting that, Finnick.” Between the two drawings, her choice was made. She wasn’t even sure Peeta would be able to compete.

“She’ll pick mine, guys, I’m ready to bet ten bucks!” Finnick lifted his arms in victory. 

“It doesn’t have to be a big one, right?” Katniss asked, hoping his answer would be a no.

“It can be whatever you desire, sweetheart.” Finnick’s voice was sugary, and his green eyes sparkled as he winked at her.

Which made Katniss roll her eyes.

“Well, Finnick, this one’s immune to your charms.” Peeta’s voice, amused, chimed in. “Katniss, here is my take for your tattoo.”

She put down Finnick’s sketchbook to take Peeta’s. There were no words to describe her feelings when she looked down at the drawing on the paper. She had expected something somewhere between Jo and Finnick’s like an animal in nature, or just a drawing of a beach, absolutely not what she had before her eyes.

Peeta had drawn a wave.

A single, simple wave.

Yet, the closer she looked, the more details she could see. The wave was made entirely of flowers.

Primroses and katniss were braided together with such precision, with such attention, it was mesmerizing.

From two feet away the drawing looked like a wave.

But to her, for the closer her eyes got, it was a flower wall.

She opened her mouth to talk, to express how incredible she found the drawing.

No words came out.

She had to take a deep breath before gathering her thoughts before she was able to talk again.

“This. This is what I want.” 

“Shall we go, then?” Peeta asked, rising from the couch.

She nodded her agreement before following him to the back.

She was glad the cameras didn’t filming the whole process. They were busy filming other segments with other “clients”. 

“What prompted you to draw this? I mean I had no idea that was what I wanted until you showed me…” she asked.

“Your talk with Caesar. You told him you were a botanist, that it was a tradition to have flower names in your family. So I checked what Katniss was. It came up with sagit-something…”

“Sagittaria sagittifolia.,” she said under her breath.

He laughed, as he charged his machine with ink.

“Yes, that. You said you live with your sister, and I remembered you told us you got this awful thing after a funeral so I added one and one… You must have a pretty close relationship with your sister.”

“Yeah, we do …..” She was watching him come closer with his machine. She had a question, though. “How do I know you can tattoo? I mean, you don’t even have any of your own?”

“I do have one tattoo, but it’s hidden. I’m not as extrovert as Finn and Jo.”

“I noticed.. Could I see it ?”

“Well, it would involve you seeing me at least half naked… “

She blushed. “Oh, my, sorry…”

“No need to apologize. I did Finn’s dragon, and can show you pictures of previous works I’ve done,  if you need references …. “

“It’s okay, I trust you.”

He smiled, a gentle, kind, warm smile at her words.

As soon as he started working on her forearm the cameras returned. He explained the steps he was taking, using the shape of the bow for the wave, the body of the arrow to line up the braids of flowers.

“It’s done. You can look.” His voice took her by surprise.  She looked down, finding herself at a loss for words, again.

There was no way she would hide this one under a wristband.

After the mandatory shots for the TV, Peeta was wrapping her arm in cello, when he asked.

“I kinda won twenty bucks earlier, thanks to you. Want to share it with a tea?”

“No,” she answered. As his face fell, she added, “But I’d love a hot chocolate with whipped cream, if you know a place.”

He knew a place.

(Turned out he had a tree of life tattoo along his ribcage. She could spend hours tracing it with her fingers. Or her tongue.)

[waterylanejane]

Hi! So, I was wondering if you could do a Finn Cole x reader where the reader is most notable for her role as Daenerys (ik no one could beat Emilia Clarke for this role but still, lol) on Game of Thrones and when asked a fan question about what it would be like to see her beloved Finn Cole on the show, she answers really cutely and it's just adorable. (P.S. Finn would obviously be there with her) Please? :)

I’m pretty sure this isn’t exactly what you had in mind… but hey its written!

Just a few years ago you were a young actress relatively newto the screen and now you are internationally famous for your role as Daeneryson HBO’s Game of Thrones. When you first started the project you knew it wasspecial, but no one could have guessed how much it caught on and you for onewere not ready! 

The longer the show was on the more pressure you felt trying tolive up to Daenerys’ strong character. Even when you took other roles andshowed how versatile you are as an actress, people just never took the time to letyou be you. For interviews your manager told you to try and appear more confident since you were still so young and carrying such a large role. It only got worse as Game of Thrones got bigger. You could always talk to the rest of the cast, but they were often under the same pressure and you all needed other outlets. Luckily, you havethe love and support of your boyfriend, fellow actor and all-around sweetheart,Finn Cole.

You met Finn in 2016 after the premier of his show AnimalKingdom and, as if his face wasn’t enough, the guy was an amazingconversationalist. He just made you feel like yourself again and not like youwere still acting. He was so real! You had plenty of friends, actors and not,but everyone always made you feel like you had to be someone else, someonemore. Finn was just himself and you realized you could be too! After that, youtwo texted and tweeted, meeting whenever you could, you never wanted to beapart. That was of course difficult with your vastly different schedules, buthere you are at a panel promoting and  halfway through filming the final season of Game of Thrones and the best part: every few moments you get the chance to sneak a glance to the wings of thestage and catch Finn smiling proudly at you. Hopefully you weren’t being tooobvious…

“Hey, I know you’re busy looking at your lover over there,but someone is totally gonna think your bored or scared if you keep lookingtoward the exit,” Kit whispers and you snap your head forward again.

“This question is for Sophie, now that the Jonas Brothersare back, are they going to get to sing in the final season? Maybe even just apost credit teaser or something?” one fan asks making you smile. Honestly thatwas a good idea, the crew should have thought of that! Maybe there is stilltime.

Sophie smiles, “I wouldn’t let them ride off our show,” she isnow holding back her giggles, “If they want the attention, they’ll just have toearn it.” You just love Sophie and Joe so much. They are both so nice and theyare so playful together. The crowd laughs at her teasing and she mentions that it really is all up to the producers.

The next fan stands to ask their question, “So, Y/N when arewe finally gonna see Finn in an episode?” You immediately blush at the mentionof your relationship knowing that Finn is actually right there. Wait…

“Well, I really can’t say, we tend to have pretty different schedules and all. I think he should take a quick vacation to film with us before the show ends but maybe you could ask him? Babe?” Yoursmile has gone a bit smug knowing you have finally found a way to get him outhere with you. There is a light cheer as people realize what you mean. Finnsmiles and shakes his head at you, but you are perfectly willing to drag him onto stage if it means holding his hand for the rest of this panel. Finally, he gives in and, with a cute roll of his eyes, starts walking out onto the stage and you can’t help the huge smile on yourface.

Walking up behind you and taking your microphone Finnsmiles, “I can’t say that I will be featured in any episode though the animators diduse my eyes as inspiration for Drogon’s.”

“I wish that was true,” you wink up at him.

“Maybe I can be featured as a loyal solider that falls forthe stunning Queen of Dragons?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

He just walked into that one, “Well, that’s not even actingfor you is it? And didn’t we already do that story line?”

“Sorry Finn, but if you saw last season it looks like theQueen of Dragons is currently occupied with the King of the North…” comes Kit’sreply. 

“Former King ofthe North.” you are quick to correct. That got the crowd going. “I would love to see you all dressed up in our costumes though…maybe we could give you some long hair…” you mused with his arm around yourshoulders he gave you a light squeeze. You just loved these little moments between you, the ones where one of you tells the other “I’m so glad I found you” without ever needing words.

“I should be one of the thousands of extras and just nottell any of you guys and you can just look around in the background for me inevery episode,” Finn laughs pulling you close, “I could get on and off set without any of you knowing.”

“Don’t do that! An entire website will be dedicated tofinding you in the background!” Maisie replies.

“You’re right! Arya should wear my face.”

“This is why he hasn’t been on the show by the way, he is too disruptive,”you laugh to the audience. Finn kisses your cheek and you lean your head on him. For the rest of the panel Finn sits with you and you find mind drifting away thinking of just how lucky you are for everything in your life.

[psycho-slytherin]

Rules

You need a name and a face to connect with your soulmate. What happens when you have both… and neither?

Pairing: Swimmer/Poet!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff I think?

Warnings: Swearing, poetry, wonderfully unsatisfying ending

WC: 2k

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Based on a survey you guys took in which you chose a soulmate enemies-to-lovers au! Thanks to everyone that took the survey <3

[n/n = nickname]

REEEEEE! The blast of Coach Kim’s whistle sends adrenaline pumping through your veins and you dive off the edge of the pool, letting the cold water envelop you before you surface. Your legs are pressed together as you raise both arms simultaneously and let their force push you forward before kicking, kicking– arms, kick, kick, kick, arms, kick, kick, kick, arms, kick, kick, kick… you set a steady rhythm, sneaking a breath with every stroke, and your strong legs propel you to the end of the pool. Without missing a beat you duck, twist, and push off from the wall in the opposite direction, moving so quickly in the water you almost want to laugh.

Too soon, you reach the end of the pool once more, the slap of your hand on the cement signaling your coach to stop the timer.

“Fifty fly… nice! N/n, that’s 0.8 seconds off your best!”

“Yes!” you grin crazily, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“Keep this up and you’ll be a shoe-in for regionals,” Coach Kim tells you. “Girls’ fly is gonna be one of the toughest races this season, but I think you’ve got the chops for it.”

“Thanks, Coach!” Even in the cold air of morning practice, your cheeks warm at the praise.

“Psh… girls’ fly is a fake competition,” Hobi, one of the guys on your team, says as he puts on his goggles. “Like whiffle ball. Or Ultimate Frisbee.”

“Put your money where your mouth is,” you fire back, hoisting yourself out of the pool. A bunch of the guys on your team are obnoxious, sure, but Hobi is a special breed of asshole.

“I’ll put something else where my mouth is,” he replies, winking.

You smile sweetly as you mime breaking his neck, and Hobi laughs. “Feisty today, aren’t you?”

“You know, Hobi, my favorite part of practice is when you’re under water.”

“Is that so?” “Mmhmm. ‘Cause I don’t have to listen to your voice, and I can entertain the prospect of you drowning.”

“Too bad for you– given that I’m a real swimmer, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon, is it?”

“I’m a real swimmer too, dickhead!”

“You haven’t proven that yet,” Hobi says with a smirk, and you open your mouth to fire back a scathing reply, but–

“Hobi! Chimmy! Yoongs! You’re up– anyone else want to try for the guys’ fifty free?”

You wrinkle your nose. You’re faster than Chimmy and Yoongs for sure, and to always separate by gender is a constant thorn in your side. You want to race against the best in the league, not just the best girls.

Bored, you watch the guys jump into the water, separated in three lanes. You hate ranking day, when just before a match Coach Kim races swimmers to decide who’s the best in each category. It only means you spend most of your time outside the pool, and at six in the morning such a setting is really not ideal.

“On my mark– if I see any of you grabbing the lane line, you’re out of the water for the rest of practice– Go!”

Immediately the three boys push off the wall– Hobi easily outpaces the other two, his strong scissor kicks splashing you as he passes.

“Hey!” That had better not have been intentional. You can see Hobi’s strong back muscles working as he turns his head to breathe.

Why do literally the worst people have the nicest bodies? You’re pretty sure that’s not fair. Asshole that he is, you can’t help but stare at Hobi when he swims backstroke– unlike his personality, his abs are nothing to laugh at.

“Well done, guys!” Coach Kim says enthusiastically when all three finish their lap. “Hobi, you sheared 0.3 seconds off your best– at this rate, you’re gonna be number one in the league. Yoongs, Chimmy, you’re brilliant endurance swimmers– work on your speed, okay? Keep it up.”

“Yes, Coach!”

“That’s ranking done for today,” Coach Kim says, glancing around. “The match is next week, so here’s what I’m thinking so far. Girls’ fifty fly, n/n. Boys’ fifty free, Hobi. Girls’ two hundred free–”

You tune him out as soon as you hear your nickname. Yes!

“Now to celebrate– one thousand meters’ cooldown. Your choice of stroke.”

The team collectively groans and you join in– a forty-lap cooldown? Well, you’ve had worse. You jump into the water and start moving to stay warm, choosing to swim breaststroke for the sake of going easy on your poor level of endurance. Even with the flurry of movement around you, you feel calm, collected, peaceful. The feeling of the water surrounding and caressing you is mesmerizing, and to your empty mind suddenly springs–

Awash in beauty, the tears of the Earth Fall upon the faraway stars in vain A weakened heart celebrates its weak birth The twins from days of old cry out for rain.

You grin underwater– with the goggles and swim cap, you surely look rather alien, but you don’t care. That’s a good stanza; you’ll have to remember it so you can share it with the others.

“N/n! N/n!” Yoongs calls out as you leave the girls’ locker room after practice. Coach Kim is standing nearby, talking to some parents.

“Hey– what’s up?”

“Do you…” Yoongs looks down, his pale cheeks reddening. “Do you wanna share names?”

Your eyes widen and your gaze darts to the coach. “We can’t– you know that. It’s against the rules. Coach doesn’t want distractions.”

“I-I know, but…”

You smile sadly. “I don’t think we’re soulmates, and the coach said no names. Sorry.”

“Yeah. I understand,” Yoongs says, eyes downcast. “Well, see you tomorrow.” “See ya.”

“Rejected,” you hear a sudden cackle behind you, and you jump.

“Jesus!”

“Aww, did I scare you?” Hobi asks with a fake pouty face.

“Yes– you’re wearing some sort of horrible mask.” You make a show of poking his cheek.

“Very funny. Was Yoongs asking to share names?”

“Why do you care?” you ask, affronted.

“Just the fact that he has to ask– what, you think it’s fine to require nicknames?”

“For sports?” You roll your eyes. “Of course. What if you were about to race and you found out your opponent was your soulmate?”

“But what if our soulmates were on our team?” Hobi steps closer. “What would you do if you found out I was your soulmate?”

“I’d dropkick you off the nearest diving board,” you inform him dryly. “Now leave me alone, cause I’m mighty tempted to make that a reality.”

“Fuck you too, n/n.”

You blow him your most sarcastic kiss before turning around, making sure to step on his foot on your way. You’re wearing flip-flops, so the only effect is your own increased satisfaction. You want to go home, write down that stanza, and talk to your friends.

In a world where soulmates need each others’ names and faces to connect, it’s stylish to walk around with a name tag in the hopes you might catch your soulmate’s eye. You’ve never adhered to that practice, instead retreating to the last anonymous corner of society– the Internet.

Plopping down, you open your laptop and log into the chat.

*its-shakespeare-bitch has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @its-shakespeare-bitch: guys guyssss i thought of a good stanza *RhythM24 has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @RhythM24: are you still in your iambic pentameter phase? @its-shakespeare-bitch: It’s a good phase :( *shininonasgard has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* *alittlealliteration has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @shininonasgard: namjoon shush y/n’s sonnets are really good @its-shakespeare-bitch: tHAnK yOu hoseok @shininonasgard: <3 @alittlealliteration: ok but I logged on for poetry discourse not y/n and Hoseok flirting again @its-shakespeare-bitch: hahahaha I’ll kill you hahahaha *shininonasgard has invited you to Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* *its-shakespeare-bitch has joined Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* @shininonasguard: Taehyung’s just jealous ;) @its-shakespeare-bitch: of what, my wit and charm? @shininonasguard: yep @its-shakespeare-bitch: lol I was being sarcastic @shininonasguard: I wasn’t. @its-shakespeare-bitch: omg shut up before I actually fall in love with you @shininonasguard: don’t tempt me~ @its-shakespeare-bitch: gross, now I’m feeling emotions @shininonasguard: art thou not an artist? Use these emotions, y/n, channel your inner muse! @its-shakespeare-bitch: you just want me to write you a poem smh you’re a poet too yknow @shininonasguard: I like ur poems tho :)))))) @its-shakespeare-bitch: dork now I’m smiling how dare you @shininonasguard: Wish I could see your real smile You inhale sharply. You’ve been part of this chat, with the same nerds, for two years– despite having never met face to face, they’re your closest friends. You even revealed your whole names to each other– but faces? That’s different. As much as you’d like to meet them in real life, as much as you’d like to look Hoseok in the eye when you read him something you’ve written…

@its-shakespeare-bitch: I know @its-shakespeare-bitch: and I wish I could see u too, but we promised we’d keep this chat free of soulmate frenzy. Since we know each others’ names @shininonasguard: yeah ik

@shininonasguard: Doesn’t keep me from imagining u tho. I bet you’re really pretty

@its-shakespeare-bitch: as pretty as poe was positive

@shininonasguard: Shushhh I know you’re pretty. You have a pretty soul and pretty words and that’s all I need to call you pretty

@its-shakespeare-bitch: charmer

What you don’t say is that on reading his words, your cheeks go bright red and you start smiling like crazy. This guy just does things to you– his manner of speech is far from simplistic, and he has a beautiful way of writing his verses straight from the heart. Between the two of you, in fact, you’d call his soul the pretty one.

@shininonasguard: hey I gotta go help my mom ttyl?

@its-shakespeare-bitch: sure, mama’s boy~

@shininonasguard: I consider that a compliment

@its-shakespeare-bitch: I meant it as one <3

@shininonasguard: jfc you’re literally perfect I am so goddamn lucky

@its-shakespeare-bitch: lmao go help your mom, Hoseok. ttyl

@shininonasguard: bye, y/n (^3^)

*shininonasgard has left Hoseok and y/n’s private chat*

*its-shakespeare-bitch has left Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* You sit back and sigh, hiding a smile. He’s so cute, he’s so cute, he’s so cute. Why does he have to be so cute? It sucks cause it’s not like he’s your soulmate anyways, so there’s no point in falling for him, but he makes that hard because he’s so. Damn. Cute.

When you fall asleep that night, you’re fatigued but happy. You’re representing your team in your best category, you entered a poetry competition with a piece that you feel really good about, and Hoseok is so wonderful to talk to… yeah. Save for one particular dumbass on swim team, you’re feeling pretty damn good about life.

[iliketowrite1996]

Pigtails and Phone Numbers

Warnings and Filters- the ‘‘Where do babies come form’‘ talk is mentioned, and awkward situations.

    Working at the Wakandan Outreach Center is something that Erik, or N’Jadaka’ Udaku has aspired to do ever since his uncle and auntie and cousins moved here to oversee it. He takes care of the programs for the elementary and middle school aged kids while Sidora Oakwood takes care of the high schoolers and college students. Being that he takes over the elementary and middle school kids, it’s not uncommon for him to bring Autumn in on days where she does not have school but T’Challa has to work.

    Right now, Little Bit is currently sitting at his desk, coloring and sipping on a juice box as her cousin gathers pamphlets and brochures for the busload of middle school students that will be there any minute.

    ‘’Erik?’’

    ‘’Yeah, best friend,’’ he questions, taken to calling hr what she calls him.

    ‘’Why don’t you have a girlfriend?’’

    He stops, looks to her, raises an eyebrow and says, ‘’Little Bit, really?’’

    ‘’You would have a really smart and nice girlfriend who is pretty.’’

    ‘’I would, yeah, but not right now, Little Bit.’’

    ‘’Can you do it soon? Because daddy says I’m gonna have to wait for you to give me a cousin because I’m not gonna get a little brother or sister anytime soon!’’

    Erik barks out a laughter, shaking his head, ‘’When was this?’’

    ‘’After I got glitter all over the carpet last week.’’

    There it is.

    T'Challa doesn’t pay him enough for this.

    ‘’Come on, Little Bit. Let’s go greet these middle schoolers,’’ he picks her up, placing her on his hip and strolling out of the automatic doors with her.

    The middle schoolers file off of the bus that has just arrived. The girls are already fawning over and cooing over Autumn and the boys are rolling their eyes.

    A young woman dressed in light blue jeans, and a pink peasant blouse steps off the bus, eyes on the clipboard in her hands and sunglasses perched on top of your  head.

    ‘’Stick with your buddy because I am not going to leave any of you behind when we get ready to go back to the school! You’re in middle school now, I trust that we can handle the field trip ike mature seventh graders. Is that right?’’

    ‘’Yes Miss Harris,’’ the class mumbles.

    ‘’I can’t hear you.’’

    ‘’Yes, Miss Harris,’’ the class says louder, more clearly,and that seems to satisfy her as she turns to Erik with a smile.

    Let’s get one thing clear: he’s not sure how he feels about love at first sight, but Erik definitely knows that he is attracted to Sanaa from the get go.

    So, yeah, he watches as she works with small groups of her students on problem solving a way for them to have more organic food and how to use technology to do so, and he works with the group that wants to figure out how to make cleaner water.    

    He watches as her engage with the kids as they eat the lunch provided by the outreach center- sandwiches, a juice pouch, a fruit cup and cookies.

    He watches as her make sure the kids use age-appropriate language as Autumn joins in, coloring their designs with them.

    Finally, he watches as her as he talks to the middle schoolers, her brown eyes wide and trained on his face as she soaks in everything that he is saying.

    It isn’t until he loses track of Autumn, heart threatening to beat of his chest before he finds her talking to Sanaa.

    The kids are getting back on the bus, and Sanaa is kneeling in front of little four-year-old Autumn, laughing at whatever she is saying as Erik jogs over.

    ‘’I like your pigtails, too, Autumn. Did your mommy do them?’’

    ‘’No, my baba did them. Baba means daddy. My boyfriend Damien likes them, though!’’

    ‘’That’s great!  Damien sounds like a good guy,’’ Sanaa announces.

    ‘’Thank you! He shared his animal crackers with me and now we want to get married. Do you have a boyfriend?’’

    ‘’Autumn,’’ Erik’s eyes widen,because the girl has no filter.

    Okay, she either got that from him or from Shuri, but it’s definitely something she’s got to work on.

    Sanaa smiles up at him and, no, he does not feel any butterflies in his stomach, thank you very much.

    ‘’It is fine. No, Autumn, I don’t have a boyfriend.’’

    Autumn beams at that, showing off her tooth-gap as she slips her hand into Erik's, ‘’My cousin Erik likes anime and doesn’t have a girlfriend!’’

    For real, Little Bit?!

    Sanaa laughs harder,throwing her head back as the giggles ring out.

    ‘’So, your little cousin is playing matchmaker>’’

    ‘’I don't set her up to this.’’

    ‘’She’s quiet intuitive for a four-year-old, then,’’’ Sanaa says, ripping a sliver of paper from the bottom of one on her lip board , ‘’Here. Call me, if you really are single and into anime.’’

    She says no more, waving goodbye to Autumn before getting on the bus, doing her all day, and winking at him through the window before the bus drives away.

    He’s just got this phone number.

    Because his four-year-old little cousin has got the biggest mouth and a nonexistent filter.

    ‘’Little Bit,’ he sighs, picking her up.

    ‘’Yes?,’’ she stares up at him with wide eyes.

    ‘’I’m buying you a pony.’’

    She raises an eyebrow, looking so much like Nakia, ‘’Can I have five dollars instead?’’

    Okay, yup. Practical. Definitely T’Challa’s child.

    ‘’Whatever you want.’’

    ‘’Yay!’’

    She’s silent then, not speaking a word until they’re reentering the center.

    ‘’Erik?’’

    ‘’Yeah, Little Bit?’’

    ‘’Where do babies come from?’

    Okay, yeah.

    This is definitely a conversation for T’Challa.

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[youcantundothepast]

javid headcanons

hey so I haven’t updated in forever (I have reasons just not good ones ngl) (also I’ve been absent on all of my blogs so don’t think y’all are special ;))

but for now here are some wholesome Javid (modern) headcanons that aren’t really supposed to be anything in particular they’re just kind of cute

they skip around from high school to married life and everything in between

also this is so long because I love imagining my two pure boys in love

tw: idk why but there’s more cussing than usual (but I wouldn’t consider it excessive)

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- okay so first off, Davey is a mess

- like how does one date??? like he can barely stand his own life how can he share it with someone else????

- especially someone so perfect nice like Jack

- but this isn’t Jack’s first rodeo and God bless him he just smiles when Davey’s awkward and will kiss his cheek or something and Davey will never be sure how he landed someone so nice perfect

- they don’t like the hassle of splitting the bill on dates so they alternate on who pays for the date

- Davey brought Jack sunflowers once for his designated date day and on Jack’s next designated date day, Davey received a painting of said flowers

- as they continuously date, though, they begin learning each other’s favorite flowers

- like Jack loves stargazer lilies but Davey can’t have lilies because of Sarah’s cat, Cheerio (never forget Cheerio)

- Davey favorite flowers are baby’s breath

- on prom night, Sarah and Katherine surprise the two with matching stargazer/baby’s breath boutonniere and they just go soft

- OKAY BUT DAVEY GETS SO SAD AT THE END OF PROM NIGHT BECAUSE HE’LL HAVE TO THROW IT AWAY BECAUSE CHEERIO GETS INTO EVERYTHING SO HE JUST THROWS IT IN THE TRASH AND THEN ON HIS

- AND JACK’S WEDDING DAY, JACK SURPRISES HIM BY SHOWING THE TWO MATCHING BOUTONNIERES now pressed and dead BUT HE CAN’T HELP BUT BE SPEECHLESS BY HIS NOW HUSBAND AND AHHHH

- “wait... oh my God I kissed you that night after you went dumpster diving!”

- also real quick, Sarah is Davey’s “best man” and he’s all like Sarah, you can wear a dress, you don’t have to wear a suit like Jack’s best man (Crutchie)

- and Sarah just glared and is like “bitch don’t take this from me”

- she was the best looking in the wedding photos rocking her amazing suit btw

- but back to when they’re just bfs

- when they first start being together Davey isn’t really sure what to think because they’re more than friends, but is it right to say Jack’s his boyfriend yet? (they hadn’t even had their first kiss yet)

- so he goes for a few weeks with them just have a few dates (are they dates though???) until Jack calls him his boyfriend in front of the other newsies (because he can register Davey’s apprehensiveness so he makes the first move)

- and Davey is just like ???!!?!!

- “you- you just called me the-the” and he can’t even register at the moment because the heart eyes are strong

- and Jack is just grinning and is just like “yeah, I just called you the b word. That’s okay with you right?”

- And Davey could just melt into a puddle and is internally like “HOLY SHIT WTF WHAT IS GOING ON I AM GOING TO IMPLODE BEFORE I DESERVE THIS NERD” but he just holds Jack’s hand and kisses the top of it and is like “yeah, I consider you my b word too”

- then Race says whispers “my bitch” to Spot and ruins the whole moment

(okay that sounded so awkward with the whole b word thing but I really wanted to make that joke because I love that meme(?) so allow me)

- their first kiss took a lot of time to build up to, but they both wanted to make sure it’d be perfect so it was on their last day of Junior year and they just spend thirty seconds afterwards just staring into each other’s eyes with their foreheads touching while holding the other’s hands

- Katherine takes a picture of the “first kiss aftermath” posts it to instagram (with their permission) with the caption “FINALLY!!!” with a billion heart emojis

- everyone who didn’t know the two were together scream in the comments

- Jack has to make a follow up post of Davey kissing his cheek and him winking with a huge smile of his face with the caption “my boyfriend ❤️”

- Race, ofc, comments “I thought he was your bitch”

- they’re not really into PDA except simple hand holding and small pecks on lips/face every so often

- Jack’s favorite sign of affection is rubbing his thumb along the top of Davey’s hand especially when Davey gets really anxious because it helps him calm down and remember to breathe

- Davey loves to run his hands through Jack’s hair because it is so soft and sometimes Jack won’t cut it for a while and it’ll curl at the ends and Davey loves playing with them

- they usually only do this though when in private or around close friends because they feel like they’re shoving their relationship down people’s throats with obvious actions

- sometimes someone like Finch will fake gag and Katherine will punch him and he won’t do it again because damn Katherine punches hard

- Jack’s favorite dates are when they just order take out and sit on the couch all night to watch movies

- Jack has made Davey’s watch Brother Bear probably 300 times, but while Jack loves every second of the movie, Davey just smiles and powers through

- it is a good movie though (go watch it if you haven’t you are going to cry your eyes out)

- Davey likes to watch the action movies and superhero movies like Marvel

- (they totally went to see Infinity War and Davey was so broken after like he just stayed in bed cuddling with Jack for hours balling his eyes out)

- (then they went to see Ant-man and the Wasp and the cycle repeated)

- Davey’s favorite dates though are packing some sandwiches and apples/chips and just going to the park and having a picnic or going stargazing

- in NYC, they don’t see many stars so for Davey’s birthday, Jack picked him up in the middle of the night once and drove them to the middle of nowhere to stargaze

- for Jack’s birthday, Davey wants to do something special, but isn’t really sure what to do until Sarah gives him an idea

- it’s Jack’s 18th birthday so he gets a big box and fills it up with “18 things I love about you” and Jack cries reading the little notes Davey writes

- it’s things like a box of new color pencils with a note saying “you add so much color to the lives of everyone you meet” and also a fidget spinner with a note taped on saying “once start something, you won’t quit until it’s finished. but you also get annoying pretty quick ;)” so it’s just a bunch of useless junk but the sentiment and thoughtfulness of it is what makes it special

- did I say Jack cried? I meant to say Jack BAWLED

- like some of the little tear marks never came out of the pieces of paper

- when they decide they want to get married, they just kind of propose to each other

- like one night they are just like “hey, here’s a wild idea, but I love you like a lot and want to spend the rest of my days with you so let’s get married”

- and a month later, they surprise each other with rings so they both have engagement rings

- (low key inspired by AKB/Scott Bixby because that shit is adorable)

- but every relationship has to have some turbulence but it took me a while to come up with something because I don’t want these boys to be mad at each other :(

- so first off, they don’t argue long about the stupid stuff because they realized early that none of that is worth it because they make each other happy and that’s rare to come by these days

- but there are some persistent things they argue about ike Davey never taking care of himself (especially during their college days)

- poor boy doesn’t get enough sleep :(

- Jack’s hamartia is the fact that he can’t stand injustice/assholes

- so he’s often come home with a bloody lip or black eye

- Davey understands, but he wishes Jack wouldn’t get himself hurt so much

- (so they basically both have the same problem they just experience it in different ways)

- it’s when Jack calls Davey from jail when they have a big fight

tw: vague attempted sexual assault

- “A bar fight? What the hell, Jack?!”

- it was the worse Davey had ever seen him with his jaw swollen and bruises littering his whole body

- “Not my fault that motherfucker-“

- “You can’t just fight anyone who is rude or is racist! I hate people like that too, but you can’t punch them a few times and expect them to change in an instant. Some fights you just shouldn’t pick!”

- Jack had never seen Davey so mad so he takes a deep breath and reaches through the bars of the holding cell and grabs Davey’s shoulder calmly

- “Dave... the drink was drugged. I saw the guy put somethin in the woman’s drink when I was passin by the bar. I warned her, but then he came up and started makin a scene. Started making him the victim. He practically demanded that I let him take the girl home as if I could give him permission. Poor girl was so shocked and scared, and he wasn’t backin off. It was just me and him for a while and then his buddies showed up. Some other people tried to help me, and then the cops showed up. Fuckers pinned it all on me and I was in here before I could even let a word out.”

- Davey is speechless by Jack’s story and he was pretty sure he fell in love all over again

- “I jus hope that girl’s okay. She was cryin when I was being put into car in handcuffs. The other guy was only brought in for questioning. Said I was the one who started it and they believed me, saying only kids my age would start trouble like that. Apparently he’s a mechanic at the building down the road. Probably gives these cops discounts or somethin. It’s a load of shit if you ask me.”

- “I know, Jack. Let’s just get you out of here so you can heal up. Knowing you, you’ll probably have another black eye soon enough. Have to heal this one up so you don’t keep the next one waiting.”

- when they’re in their car, Davey reaches across and kisses his swollen jaw

- “I’m sorry about yelling at you, I didn’t know. You’re an amazing person, I should’ve known you wouldn’t just get in a random fight.”

tw over

- ahhh they’re so in love!!!!

- the best thing though is that they’re each other’s support systems

- like every night they go to bed and just cuddle and whenever one has had a bad day, the other will just open their arms and hug them and kiss them for as long as they need

- there’s just so much reassurance and small little compliments between the two

- a lot of stuff has happened during their lives and sometimes it just catches up to them, but the other is always there to catch him

- it’s just full of all-rounded, pure-hearted goodness

[inkstainedfanfics]

I Hate These Feelings

Request: Could you please do 22 reader x harry potter? [”Choose Me”]

Word Count: 1970

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Tag: @drdanwrites ik you’re a fan of his

“Maybe you should just choose me.” It’s a joke, half-hearted at best, lazy at worst. But in your defense, who can really blame you? It’s been a lazy evening spent sprawled across the common room’s maroon couch, ignoring the very important fact that you have an essay due tomorrow that you haven’t even begun to think about. Harry, however, has spent the evening blathering on and on about how Cho rejected him and how he’s going to be alone at the Yule Ball, without any dance partner or date even though he’s the champion. Oh Merlin, what if he has to dance with McGonagall? Though you snicker at the thought, he just sighs and snaps that it’s not funny.

It isn’t anymore, you think, shoving a hand beneath your head as you stare up at the ceiling. Harry’s a bit irritating right now, if you’re being honest.

“Just take me.” You say again, not bothering to look at the boy when he snaps his mouth shut. It’s not that preposterous of a proposal, is it? You’ve been friends for years, after all, and he does need someone.

But he shakes his head, hand falling dangerously close to the fire that he’s sitting next to. “I’m not taking you.”

“Why not?” You count the stars on the ceiling for the third time tonight. There’s an abundance, all twinkling, winking down like they’ve just shared some ridiculous secret or gossip with you. Ugly decorations, they are, but no matter how many times you pester McGonagall, she refuses to have them changed. Ugh. At least they serve as some sort of distraction as Harry stumbles his way through some sort of stuttered excuse.

“Because you’re… you.”

“Excuse me?” Stars be damned. What did he just say? “And what,” you ask, flipping onto your side and propping yourself up on one elbow, cheek in hand so you can glare at Harry, “exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s not anything. It’s just—you’re—y’know.”

“No, Harry, I don’t know. So please explain.”

His cheeks blaze a brilliant red. With that messy, tousled hair, he could very well pass as some mangy mascot for the house right now. “It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing. Is it something about me you don’t like? You could just tell me, you know.”

His cheeks have never been so red before. “No, I can’t, because there’s nothing to be said.”

“Oh, I totally believe that, Mr. I’d-never-ask-you-out.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I offended you, but I’m not exactly in the mood for this fight right now.”

His words are sharp, but yours are sharper. “Oh, you’re right, I forgot the dream girl is already going with Diggory. Poor Harry can’t go with the girl he’s too scared to even talk to.”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

“What?”

“Have you asked Seamus yet?”

It’s your turn for your cheeks to burn. “Seamus? You think I fancy Seamus?”

Harry rolls his lips together, silent but clearly fuming.

You break into a fake laugh, short and forced, even to your own ears. “I’m not into Seamus, believe it or not.”

“Oh really? Then how do you explain all the days you spend wandering the castle with him?”

“You mean our study dates?”

“Exactly.”

You shove yourself into a sitting position. “Merlin’s beard, Harry. Those are just to study. I do not fancy Seamus.”

“Then who do you fancy?”

“Nobody.”

“I don’t believe that.”

You throw your hands in the air. “Well excuse me for not falling into your expectations. Guess I’ll just pick myself a guy to ask out because you’re so sure about my feelings.”

“Like Seamus.”

You stand, movements jerky and fast, heart thudding in your chest. The nerve. The absolute nerve of this boy. “Whatever. I don’t have to put up with this.”

Harry stands too. “Go ask Seamus to be your date.”

You run your hands through your hair, dragging in a breath. Thank Merlin the common room is empty. “I am not going to ask Seamus to be my date.”

“Shame. He’ll be disappointed.”

You grit your teeth. “You’re absolutely insufferable.”

“Beats being in denial.”

“Of what?”

“Fancying Seamus.”

“For the last time, I don’t fancy Seamus.”

“Then who do you fancy?”

“You, Harry. I fancy you. There, are you happy?” The weight of what you’ve just said, what you’ve admitted, tugs at your thoughts, but the anger flowing through your blood dulls the nerves prodding you.

“Me?”

“Merlin help me, you’re so blind sometimes. Yes, you. Okay? But it doesn’t matter. I’m over it already.”

All the anger’s drained from his chest as he slumps against the fireplace, hand on his forehead. “But you just said—"

“It doesn’t matter. You’re into Cho, anyway, which is fine. I’m fine. You’re just a boy, Harry.”

Though your words are meant to cut and sting, Harry hardly reacts. His eyes don’t waver from the couch’s foot as he soaks in the confession you’ve just made. It’s hard to believe, you understand that much. The feelings had been a surprise to yourself when you’d realized them the month before. But they don’t matter because Harry’s your friend first and foremost. Friend above all else. Besides, feelings like these will fade with enough time, anyway, so it’s not even like it’s a big deal.

Right?

Harry’s reaction is anything but convincing, though. “I need to go.”

“Oh my gosh, Harry. Are you serious?” Though you’re still high on the anger flooding your veins, the nerves are wiggling their way back in, followed closely by those thoughts. The ones that had always stopped you from confessing in the first place. What if this is the end of your friendship? What if Harry doesn’t treat you the same? What if he tells everyone and you just become another laughingstock that’s into the Boy Who Lived?

But it’s Harry. He wouldn’t do that. You hope.

He swipes all his things into a messy pile and wrestles them into his bag as you stare at him with raised eyebrows and burning cheeks. Oh Merlin, it was a mistake to tell him.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“It’s almost curfew.”

“I’ll take the cloak.”

“Really? Just because I told you I fancy you?”

He pauses at this, the bag slung over his shoulder, a hand frozen in his hair. “Listen, I really appreciate it, but I’m a little stressed to be dealing with this now.”

It’s a punch to the gut, pain undoubtedly flitting across your features, but you simply wave a hand dismissively. “Whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when you get caught.”

He shrugs off your words, shuffling to the painting, out the hole, and into the castle hallways. You’re left behind, alone with nothing but an unfinished essay and a chest full of pain.

Blowing air from your mouth, you try to unwind. It’s ridiculous, his reaction. Just because you have a tiny crush on him, he has to jet off to some nook in the castle? Probably off to the forbidden forest, if you know him, just to try to find some silence.

You shake the thoughts from your head, glancing at the clock on the wall. 8:02 PM. Barely enough time to write your essay even if you stay up late, but you have no other choice, and the focus on the assignment will hopefully be enough to shove away the useless nerves plaguing you.

You trudge up the dormitory stairs, telling yourself over and over that it’s just Harry. Who cares if he knows? It’s just Harry.

By the time you reach the top, you almost believe yourself.

It’s three days later when you see Harry again. He’d somehow avoided the Great Hall, common room, and every single hallway that you’d been in since your argument. So when a hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you into an empty classroom, you’re shocked to look up and see a familiar scar peering out from a messy pile of black hair. Harry.

“I need to talk to you.” His voice is low, eyes downcast as he nearly whispers the words to you. It’s as though he’s ashamed to speak with you. Which, honestly, you do not, at all, deserve.

You tug your hand from his grip, maybe a little rougher than necessary, but it’s deserved, you think. “Did another girl reject you? You’re such a charmer when they ask you out, I can’t believe it would happen twice.”

His cheeks and ears tinge red, but he doesn’t snap like you expect. Not even a hint of anger colors his tone. “I wanted to apologize.”

“For what? The argument? Or the walking out on me thing? Or, oh, I know, the laughing at me when I suggested we go to the ball together thing?”

His jaw tightens, but his green eyes flash up to yours. For a moment, guilt hangs in them, heavy and shamed, but it vanishes with another flash. “For all of it.”

“And I should believe you because…?”

“I want to ask you to the ball.”

You scoff. He’s kidding, right? After all he’s done, he wants to ask you now? “Why? Because you don’t want to go alone?”

“No,” he says. He takes a breath, meeting your eyes, hands digging into his pockets. “I want to go with you.”

You study him. He’s serious, it seems. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He sighs, frustrated, a hand reaching for the back of his neck. “Because you’re you, I guess. I don’t know.”

Your heart sinks again, somehow. You’d had so little hope in him, in his actions, and he’d still managed to disappoint. Stepping away, a scowl forming, you readjust your bag on your shoulder. “Whatever, Harry. I don’t want a pity date. I’ll ask someone that actually cares.”

His hand is around your wrist again in a moment, jerking you back before you can reach the door. “Would you just hear me out?”

You want to say no, to tell him off, but he’s still your friend, above all else, even this stupid argument, so you press your lips together and nod.

“Look, I don’t know what to say. I’ll admit that much. I don’t know what to say because you’re you and this is—this isn’t right. I mean, not that, I just…” he sighs, hand running from his neck to tangle in his hair. “This is weird. You’ve been my friend and now you’re… something more. I don’t like it.”

“And you think I do?” You ask before he can begin stumbling on about how that’s not what he meant again. You know what he means. You feel the same, have for the past month. “You think I like getting tongue-tied around you? You think I like waking up and immediately wondering if I’ll see you? I hate it, Harry. I like you, but I hate these feelings.”

“So go out with me. If it’s horrible, we go back to being friends. Nothing more. Everything’s normal again.”

Heart crawling up your throat, breathing unsteady, you ask, “And if it goes well?”

He shrugs, though that determined glint you know all too well fills his eyes. “Then we go on another.”

“So we just go on dates until one goes poorly?” A delirious laugh bubbles in your throat. It’s silly to think that it’s just that easy. That after a month of useless pining, you’re finally getting what you wished for.

There’s a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. “I suppose we could do that.”

You roll your eyes, though your heart about leaps through your chest when he does smile. “Fine. But the second something goes poorly, I’m flying back to Seamus’ arms.”

Harry’s grin splits wide open now. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

[psychicwonu-blog]

Awkward...

Anon Asked: Fake dating 2 & 3 with Lucas?

Group: NCT U

Member/Pairing: Lucas x platonic reader

Genre: fluff, comedy, non idol!AU

Prompt: Fake Dating 2. “really, a fake date? you’re so cliche.” 3. “no one’s going to believe us…”

Warnings: cursing 

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: request something!

You began stirring in your sleep, rolling around, pulling your pillows on top of your head, trying to drown out the sound of your ringtone. Once it stopped you let out a sigh of relief, but soon enough it was vibrating on the table by your bed. Giving up, you reach for the device and brace your eyes for the unforgiving bright screen. Your best friend had been calling and texting you for the past 15 minutes. You groan at the time displayed at the top of your screen. 5:55 am. 

You open up your messaging app and click on Lucas’s contact. He called 9 times and left 6 text messages. 

Lucas☠ [5:40am] Y/N WAKE UP AND ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE

Lucas☠ [5:43am] what the fuck pls answer

Lucas☠ [5:45am] i need you it’s important PLEASEEE

Lucas☠ [5:49am] WAKE UP bINCH istg i’m calling again idc 

Lucas☠ [5:52am] HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lucas☠ [5:55am] im gonna cry

As you begin typing out a reply another text comes in. 

Lucas☠ [5:57am] im crying y/n look at what you did

You roll your eyes and finish texting him back. 

You [5:59] lucas it is 6 in the fucking morning what the fuck is so important 

you press send and rub your eyes. After a few seconds you sit up and swing your legs off the side of your bed. Walking to the bathroom, you look at your screen. Still no reply. “Asshole” you think to yourself.

Lucas☠ [6:06am] don’t laugh okay, ik it’s gonna sound crazy

Lucas☠ [6:06am] but

Lucas☠ [6:06am] i need you to be my fake partner and go on a fake date w me

You can’t believe your eyes. This motherfucker woke you up before the sun rose to ask you out on a fake date? To say you were fuming would be an understatement. 

You [6:08am] you woke me up for this? what the fuck why couldn’t it wait?

Lucas☠ [6:10am]  well...it could have...i guess..but i started freaking out and i needed to talk to you about it

You [6:11] ily but i’m going back to sleep i can’t handle this rn

Lucas☠ [6:12am] can i come over pls pls pls i’m sorry for waking you up i’m just worried 

You sigh at his response and lay back down in your bed. You can’t say no to him. 

You [6:14] you know idc. i’m going back to bed for a bit tho there’s a spare key on your fridge 

Lucas replies fast, thanking you. He’s been your best friend for a few years now and he was always getting into something. You wanted to be shocked that he’d wake you up so damn early for...seemingly nothing...but at this point you wouldn’t put anything past him. 

You’re asleep by the time he gets to your place, snuggled up under your blanket. He quietly opens your bedroom door and lays down on the end of the bed. He tries to fall asleep himself but his mind keeps him awake. He raids your kitchen a few times, smothering his worries with food. You snooze for another three hours before he wakes you up.

“Y/N, hey, wake up.” he says, shaking your shoulders. You groan, turning over to face away from him. Lucas sighs and jumps on top of you. 

“Seriously?” you ask, raising your voice. You were never a morning person, and being woken up early twice on a weekend annoyed you. 

“Don’t yell at me, I’ll cry.” Lucas whispers, pulling your blanket up to cover half of his face. You roll your eyes, but can’t hide your smile as you hug him. You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arms out. Lucas stares at the ceiling, breathing so that his chest rises and falls dramatically. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask him. He replies, still staring up. 

“I need to make someone jealous at Ten’s party. So I need you to go with me as my fake date.”

“Wait...you were serious about that?” you ask, slipping on your house shoes and walking to the kitchen. Lucas snaps out of his ceiling trance and follows you, yawning. 

“Why would I make something like that up at 6 am?” 

“You’re Lucas.” you say flatly. He looks mildly offended for a split second, rolling his eyes. 

“...Anyway, will you do it? I don’t have anyone else.” he pleads. You pour some coffee into your favorite mug and sip it slowly. To be completely honest you felt awkward about the situation. 

“I mean...really, a fake date? You’re so cliche. Why can’t you ask Mark or Jungwoo or something?” Lucas runs his hands through his hair and shrugs. 

“I did ask Mark. He’s busy tonight. Jungwoo already has a date” he informs you. You put your cup down on the counter and face him again. 

“The party is tonight?” you ask timidly. You were going to stay in and binge your favorite show tonight. You’d been looking forward to it all week, but seeing the look on your best friend’s face made it hard to deny him. Lucas nods, grabbing the juice from your fridge and pouring himself a glass. “Okay.” you sigh.

“Seriously?” he asks, his face lighting up. You give him a half assed smile as he hugs you, ruffling your hair. 

“Yeah I mean, how hard can this be? We already know everything about each other, right? Piece of cake.” you say to him, totally lying through your teeth. Lucas was easy and fun to be around, but you have never thought of him in this way. Hopefully your awkwardness would subside and this will later be something the two of you can laugh at.

Lucas gives you the basic rundown of how long you guys have been “dating” and why he wants to make this person- who you find out is the ex he told you about when you first became friends- jealous. They ended up being invited to the party as a plus one. Under any other circumstances they wouldn’t be showing up. Lucas seemed really worried about seeing them again. 

“It’ll be okay, Lucas. When’s the party?” you ask, patting his shoulder. 

“Not till 10. You wanna hang out until then?”

“Yeah, let’s watch TV. I was gonna watch this new show I started a few days ago tonight. I had a whole lazy day planned, you bastard.”

He laughs at you response, asking “who plans a lazy day” as you both get situated on the couch. You finish half of the show in a few hours. Lucas had almost fallen asleep during the last episode you watched, too. You rolled your eyes as you checked the time on your phone. 9 o’clock on the dot. 

“Hey, we have an hour to get ready. What am I suppose to wear?” you ask your friend. Lucas sits up, rubbing his eyes. 

“It’s casual, but like...dress to kill, you feel me? I’m gonna run home and change. I’ll come get you, alright?” he explains. You nod your head and make your way to your bedroom, mentally panicking. You decide on an all black outfit. Form fitting distressed jeans, and your most expensive top. You don’t do much to your hair, opting for the ‘intentionally messy’ look, though it wasn’t intentional at all. 

You’re interrupted about half an hour later by someone knocking on your door. You’re confused when you open it up to see your best friend there. You let him in, complimenting him on his choice of outfit. He went with all black, too.

“I gave you a spare for a reason, why didn’t you use it?” you ask him, laughing as you pull on your shoes. Lucas shrugs and sits on the couch, pointing to your bedroom door. 

“I forgot it here.” he says. You roll your eyes for the millionth time today and grab your jacket. 

“You ready?”

“Hell yeah.” Lucas says with a shaky voice. You lightly punch his arm and lock the door behind you as you exit. The walk to Ten’s place is relatively short, and you spend most of it in mutual silence. As you approach the door to his place, Lucas grabs your hand. The feeling isn’t new, the two of you held hands all the time. But what he said next made you want to gag, in the most respectful way of course. 

“Ready...babe?” he asks, winking at you. 

“Don’t be fucking gross.” you say, swinging your arms at him. He laughs, blocking your attack with his own arms. He takes your hand again, squeezing a bit as he knocks on the door. 

“Thank you, for this.” he says. You smile at him and shake your head. The door swings open and you two walk in. You try hard to seem convincing, but being so close to Lucas in a faux-romantic way causes you to fumble over your words and sweat more than usual. He notices soon. “If you feel uncomfortable we can stop.” h whispers into your hair has he hugs you.

“No, it’s just...no one’s going to believe us. I’m trying to be convincing.” 

“We only have to convince one person.” He reassures. You nod, both of you returning to the conversation around you. After a few minutes you notice Lucas staring off into the corner of Ten’s living room. You follow his line of vision and see his ex, beginning to walk in your direction. You squeeze his hand, calling his name softly before kissing his cheek. 

“It’ll be okay,”