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eggtartz · 2 years

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a/n : im lowkey venting in my fics wha-

summary : draken snaps at you when you asked for his help, slight angst but with comfort!

wc : 1178

[10.00pm]

it was night time and you were waiting for draken to come home from his shop. he did called that he's gonna be a little late so you did all the chores including feeding the cats you owned and the laundry. you were exhausted doing chores from morning and had a sore back but if you didn't do the chores, the house is going to be messy and unorganized. you never minded doing all these chores without draken's help although some days the chores are getting overwhelming.

sometimes you actually don't want to take any rest as there was still unfinished chores to do. there were some days where you overworked yourself and got a fever but you still did everything you could before draken got home from his work. you always thought yeah you were tired but he must be more tired so you must finish the chores before he gets home.

today, the chores wasn't too much but you had to cook dinner and went to multiple shops to buy some food supply for the cats too. you also had to take the bus because draken was too busy.

while doing the laundry in the laundry room, you heard a click of the door indicating draken has come home. you threw the shirt you were hanging and sprinted towards him then launching yourself to demand a hug from him. he hugged you back but the hug lasted for 5,6 seconds? you were confused as he softly pushed you away while he disappear into your shared bedroom after he mumbled a "im tired" under his breath.

you stood there, still confused. nonetheless, you finished the laundry as fast as you could and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for draken. he took a long time showering but he showed up to the dinner table. you beamed at him but he didn't even looked you. huh, you thought maybe he was too tired.

after eating in silence, draken took his plate and washed it and went to bed. you did the same and stored away the food in the fridge. you heard the cats meowing for food but your hands were still lathered in soap so you called for draken in the room. "ken? ken, could you feed the cats?"

no respond.

"draken? drakennn the cats are demanding food can you be so kind and give them the food my hands are soapy"

again, no respond.

"ryugujii" you prolonged his name while still cleaning the dishes, unknowing that he was stomping his foot and was angry his peace was interrupted.

"damn it y/n can't i have one minute of rest? must you bother me over something that you could've done?"

"what? ken im still doing the dishes but the cats are hungry i just asked for your hel-"

"i don't care about the cats, im fucking tired and can't even rest in my own house!" furiously he grabbed the container containing cat food flying across the room. the cats already has fled to safety under the table leaving you and draken under thick tension. your hands were shaking as you never saw draken as angry like this. yes, he had days when he was tired but he never went.. psychical like this.

with a shaky voice you said "well, im sorry i was in your way of resting. how about you go and sleep? you look like you need it-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence as he turned his heels and went back to your shared room, slamming the door in the process. you almost fell, your knees were wobbly but the cat food scattered needed to be cleaned so you reached for the nearest broom and swept every single piece. after a while of sweeping, you called the cats to eat and while scratching their heads you sat down with them and cried.

one of the cat bumped their head on your hand and you sniffed. you smiled a little, thinking

the cat wants attention but had no idea you were feeling sad. you gave every single cat a whole hearted meal and they left you in the kitchen. you were contemplating either to enter the bedroom or sleep on the sofa. it was cold that night and your back was in pain so sleeping on the sofa might make it worse but at this point you think draken might need to cool off.

you took a spare pillow and blankets from the old cupboard and make your way to the couch. it was uncomfortable to sleep there but the floor might be a much worst option. you did your best to fall asleep as the discomfort of your aching back came so again you cried. you cried so much that you fell asleep due to crying and exhaustion.

[2.00am]

draken's pov

okay fuck now what? i swear i was exhausted but after the burst with y/n i couldn't sleep. was she outside? where did she slept? y/n always had problems getting comfortable to sleep so she should already be in bed here with me but it's been hours and there's no sign of her. with a heavy sigh i rose from the bed and went to look for her only to find her sleeping on the sofa. clumsy y/n she must have accidentally slept here i thought while smiling.

my smile immediately fell when i saw the tear stains in her cheek and her eyes were puffy. i felt a pang of guilt. here she is, the love of my life doing everything in the house without my help and yet when she asked for help i just snapped at her like that. what a selfish boyfriend i am.

i carried her body into our bedroom and laid her down while she hummed in content. she must be tired as well, i'll call inupi and tell him im taking the day off tomorrow. my y/n needs some rest.

settling down on my side of the bed, i felt her body stirred and felt her gaze on me. i cupped her cheeks with my hands and kissed her forehead. "im sorry, im so sorry" i whispered.

i felt her starting to cry again and i quickly wiped the tears away while hugging her warm figure. she thankfully hugged me back and heard her mumbling apologies repeatedly in between her sobs. i kept saying that it's not her fault and that's it's okay while rubbing her back. after a while she calmed down and fell asleep on my chest.

i laid her down again and spooned her from behind. i stroked her hair while she was snoring softly and kissed her head repeatedly saying how much i love her and how much i regretted treating her like this. perhaps, breakfast in bed tomorrow would be a good start for her day. i reached for my phone that was on the nightstand and typed out multiple recipes of pancakes. yeah, i should definitely do this more often for her.

a/n : im writing this while doing chores y'all

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cloudys-fics-and-art · 1 year

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Hey! It’s CureDeity (sorry tumblr makes me ask from my main). I am here, in your inbox today, to rattle my little empty coin can and ask you to list some of your favorite beyblade fanfics! I’m going around asking a lot of people this, so feel free to ignore it if you want, but I thought this might be a good way for people to shout out some of the fanfic they really enjoy! Btw, if you can, I thought it would be helpful to list which site this fic was on so others could find it easier if they wanted to. Also, if you’ve written any fic (or have fic ideas, as we all know, imagining the same scene over and over again is the bread and butter of a writer), please also take this chance to have a massive, amazing ego and tell us which of your fics you're most proud of/is your favorite/etc.

Favorite MFB fics:

Boy was this not an easy question to answer. I’ve been in this fandom for a very long time, so I’ve read many MANY fanfics! In fact! The MFB fandom was my first fandom ever, it’s how I discovered fanfiction at age 13! Another funfact: many MANY fanfics I loved were deleted many years ago. So, I will go with what’s left!

Choosing my favorite fics was a toughie but I did my best to compile them in this answer! (I put links in all the titles, so you just click on them if you want to check them out!)

Life at the WBBA: Written by my lovely long time friend Liv aka Ollie! This fanfic is pretty much a lot of one-shots about the legendary bladers living at the WBBA, this fic eventually inspired my Adoption AU! So…If you want to see the OG, read this!

Almost Got 'Im: Also written by my beloved friend! Based on the iconic episode of Batman the Animated Series, the villains of the show reunite for a poker night while discussing how they almost beat Gingka. Spoilers: None of them did.

How to Make a Successful Match in Only Three Phases: This fanfic is something the lovely Liv actually wrote for me back in the day! As many of you know, I actually came up with the Yuki/Motti ship, and I’ll be honest, I thought I would get kicked out by the fandom. But instead Liv reached out to me and told me they had been inspired to write this thanks to one of my fics! This story is Benkei being a matchmaker, need I say more??

A Season Of Festivities: Now we go to another absolute legend! JuniperGentle aka Pippin! Their fanfics were always an absolute delight and this one is one of the most heartwarming ones! An anthology of MFB characters celebrating their winters holidays! Your fav character probably has a chapter, so give it a try!

Phosphorus: THIS FIC OMG! Okay, so, it’s still unfinished BUT GOSH IS IT GOOD! It’s an AU where Tithi is the one that follows Ryuuga around instead of Kenta!

Kenta's Imagination: This is one of the first fanfics in English I’ve ever read, and frankly, the concept of Kenta playing pretend is timeless!

Underappreciated: Ever since the old fanfic days, Madoka would get the short end of the stick thanks to weirdos writing hate fics about her like there was no tomorrow. HOWEVER, there were a few good writers that wrote nice fics featuring her. I think this is my favorite, it’s simple, adorable, and it explores her character nicely!

Yu and Kenta's Scavenger Hunt: Literally what the title suggests! The sillies in a scavenger hunt!

The Best Nickname: Hands down THE BEST old fanfic that explores Yu’s and Tsubasa’s friendship. Tsubasa ponders about why he is the only one Yu never gave a nickname to! But little did he know, he has one. Yu is just secretive about it.

What Makes Her Different: Okay, so this one is a bit personal. This was the very first fanfic in English I read by myself without google translator. I was still struggling learning the language, but I loved the few things I understood about this fic, so I would read it over and over until I managed to fully understand it! It’s an abandoned fanfic (the writer had an incident with their old computer and could never finish it). It’s about Madoka suddenly getting sick and her friends taking care of her because she always looks out for them. It might be incomplete but it’s sweet!

As I was writing this list, I realized that most of the fics I like from AO3 are already on your fanfic list, so I decided to not add them. I hope you like this little list of recommendations!

To answer you another question, it is very hard to choose because I love most of the fics I’ve written.

However…I think I would have to go with five fanfics:

The Backdoor: I cannot express how much fun I had writing this. I loved coming up with the bits of Beyblade history, including details from Zero G, and having Yuki and Motti go through this little adventure! I am also pretty sure this was one of the first fics I wrote after I got back into the MFB fandom after many years. Thanks to a silly series of events on Tumblr, I met a lot of wonderful people in the fandom that I’m glad to have in my life!

So a Few Villain Kids Walk Into a Youth Group and...:

Writing this was such a challenge, but I am so happy I managed to finish it! I been having a lot of headcannons about the cult of Nemesis for a long time and this fic is just the tip of the iceberg! I loved writing Johannes dealing with group therapy and having to face the fact that he has friends.

They Are My Boys:

When I wrote this fic I was a bit scared of sharing this AU with the world. But the fact that it was received so warmly just encouraged me to keep writing!

I'm Not Nice!:

So…Writing this one was a surprise even for me because I have a confession to make…I can’t stand Kyoya. But something about writing a fanfic with everyone dunking on him and his bad boy persona was so fun!

And finally…

The Drawbacks of Being Raised in an Isolated Temple:

So, writing this fic took me a lot of work because I had to talk to a lot of people about some questions I had to make this fic work, and the amazing support I got from those friends made me realize how much I love to write friendship and found family. I loved writing the friendships and dynamics in this fanfic and then the reception was so overwhelmingly positive, I was ecstatic!

There is another reason why this fic means a lot to me, it’s a bit personal but let’s just say that it brought something back to my life and I couldn’t be more thankful!

Thank you so much for this ask! I hope my answer was satisfying!

#answered asks #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #beyblade metal fusion #fanfics #fanfic recommendations

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gg-selvish · 2 years

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i saw your post and i realized that i definitely haven't left enough comments on your ao3 works for how much i enjoy them, so here. i wanted to let you know that you are one of my favorite, if not my all-time favorite, dream team writer. i love to read your nsfw works because they're hot and sexy, yes, but also? you have one of the best characterizations of the guys that i've seen, ESPECIALLY in nsfw works. i have had to almost immediately click off of so many fics because they just don't get the characters and their dynamics right imo, but your fics? i read them over and over. every single time i get an email that you've updated or posted a piece, i genuinely get so excited when i see that it's you.

your karl/george series is something that i will love forever and ever. i'm ace and i adore the way you portrayed karl and his sexuality in every one. it's so refreshing to find a good nsfw work that has a well written asexual character!!! i may not like knf as a ship very much, but i love them the way you write them so much.

there's so much i'm probably forgetting to say right now, but just know that i thoroughly love everything i've read from you. your works are amazing with and without the nsfw parts. please know that there are people out there (me) reading your fics for more than the smut. you deserve to know that.

okay wow um this is a lot in a very good way but i'm definitely overwhelmed? normally when i get nice stuff like this i just say thank you but i've been in a chatty mood today so i'm going to turn this into A Thing if u dont mind... i really, really appreciate this. i've had a strange experience in this fandom where the whole time i've been here i've had a pretty even split of 'you're a delusional freak and i hope you die' and 'you're my favourite author please never stop posting' and my brain doesn't really know what to do about the black and white of it so normally i just move on and block it out but that's lead to me being incredibly insecure about myself and my work so i'm going to try really hard to process this and internalize it lol

so again, thank you so much for saying this to me. it really means a lot to me to hear that people like my fic because it takes up so much space in my brain and sometimes i get worried i'm only still getting any positive acknowledgement out of obligation and less so because what i'm doing is actually worth a compliment. i've felt really bad about my writing for a while now and it's nice to hear from someone who isn't my established friend that it's worth reading. and enjoyed too! wow thats crazy to me genuinely. i really do think im shit most days. especially my works of the last stretch.

regarding you (& only you) this is a lot easier for me to hear. i love that series so much and it makes my heart happy to know other ace people appreciate it and view it as positive representation because i'm asexual and always worry it reads as just porn. this comes into play with the comments thing again... me putting a lot of personal experience and deep thought into dynamics with no pay off. obviously i'm not saying every fic in that series is groundbreaking or even worth reading, but idk they each have a piece of importance to them. at least to me. i was just saying the other day that in my lapses of writers block i get anxious about the last thing i've posted being not my best work. in this current hiatus i'm in i'm actually quite content with EASE being the latest work in my recents. sure rules is unfinished but i kind of hate that fic so whatever. EASE is good. i love how that turned out and i'm proud of it and comfortable with that being the first thing people see on my profile

all insecurity and internal pressure aside i love writing for this fandom and hope i can do it for at least a little longer. i'm immeasurably grateful that people are willing to still read what i create, it makes creating it a little easier. i sound like a broken record but really thank you for this. it means more to me than you could know.

#genuinely getting teary over this #<- guy who doesn't take compliments well #ask

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traxxmatic · 2 years

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live a little

@dulceamar new year fic collab

(that is unfinished, not proof read, and 9 months late)

taehyun x hueningkai x reader

smut | warnings: UNFINISHED (summary for ending at the end), gn!reader, sub!kai, tyun and reader are both doms?, oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, tyun watches | word count: 3668 (give or take)

this wasn’t what you had hoped for. this was, actually, the worst possible outcome. remember when people told you to “hope for the best” and “not focus on the bad possibilities?” yeah, well that was total bull shit.

it’s stupid, really; how you stopped being friends with taehyun and hueningkai. you’ve known them since middle school. they were always the ones you gravitated towards. while all the other kids drew penises on the gym walls, you three actually… weren’t menaces to society? sure, you and kai weren’t the perfect students (while taehyun was getting straight A’s), but none of you did shit to get on your teachers nerves. you payed attention in class, did the homework, and didn’t skip class. yeah, you were pretty average students, but compared to the other immature kids around you, kai and hyun were your saving grace. they really… got you? you were all a bit more mature compared to other kids your age. they stuck with you to high school. again, some pretty immature idiots surrounded you three, which made your bond even stronger. when you think about it really, each of you individually excelled where the other two lacked. taehyun always tried to help you and kai get better grades.

“thanks, but no thanks. im just gonna do the homework and hope for the best on the final,” you said packing your things to head home for the day.

“same. maybe if inspiration strikes i might study a little bit, but let’s be honest, that’s not gonna happen,” kai said as he followed your actions.

“whatever. when you both get C’s on your finals don’t come crying to me,” taehyun said walking away from your desks.

you would always try to get taehyun to be more daring; ya know, be a teenager.

“come on, hyun. seriously, what could possibly go wrong,” you tugged on taehyuns sleeve.

“what could possibly go wrong?!” taehyun stared at you and kai with wide eyes. “kai you’re going with them? you’re asking me to go to an abandoned water park. you know what could go wrong? let’s see… there could be dangerous animals and bugs that could kill us. there could be infectious materials that could send us to the hospital. there could be… NO! there WILL be lots of bacteria that could possibly give us diseases-“

“whatever! kai and i will go by ourselves then,” you cut taehyun off, tired of hearing his logical excuses.

“fine. i’ll go with you.”

“i thought you just said you wouldn’t go?!” you yelled as you hit taehyuns arm.

“well i don’t want to feel left out. but if you and kai end up doing some stupid shit while we’re there i swear to god-.”

kai was in touch with his soft side, and was always there for you and taehyun whenever you needed help emotionally.

“kai…” you sniffled watching kai put his earbuds in so he could hear you better.

“y/n… it’s three in the morning? what’s wrong bub?” you could see you woke kai up with your facetime call, which made you begin to cry again.

“i’m sorry for waking you… i can talk about this when you wake up later if you want...”

“no, no. it’s okay, trust me. i don’t know what’s going on. you can tell me everything, or nothing if you want. just know that im here whenever.”

overall, you three were the perfect matches. how could you ever be separated? how could you stop being friends with each other?

well, to put in simply, once you all made it to college you sorta just… fell apart? your schedules never matched up with all of you having jobs and different class schedules. little by little, each of you started to gain new friends.

new friends who’s schedules matched with yours.

new friends who didn’t click as well as taehyun and kai did.

new friends who you weren’t undeniably in love with.

you don’t know when it started. from what you can remember, you came to terms with your crushes on both taehyun and kai around 11th grade. you weren’t sure whether you liked them separately… or together. does that even make sense? your feelings are… weird. you weren’t sure if you would be satisfied with dating just one of them. you wanted both, but not in a cheating sort of way? as an 11th grader, you had no clue what your feelings were. you had no idea if they were normal, if they had a name; all you knew was you wanted to date both of your best friends. now, as a sophomore in college, you understood your feelings. you came to terms with your feelings. you just realized too late. you were polyamorous, yes, but you had lost the boys you were in love with.

——————

you didn’t want to go to a new years party. at least, that’s what you told yourself. your ‘friends’ forced you to go though, telling you “it will be fun,” and “it will be good for you to go out and live a little.”

‘live a little.’ reminds you of your days forcing taehyun to be a bit more risky in life.

“fine. i’ll go.”

you hated how the conversation reminded you so much of kai and taehyun. you hated how much you sounded like taehyun right now. weren’t you the one who used to beg others to go do things? what happened?

——————

just like you imaged, this party wasn’t all very ‘fun.’ your ‘friends’ are all drunk and are no where to be found.

‘they’re all probably sleeping with people by now.’ it was only 10, but you wouldn’t be surprised. the party is, huge to say the least. it’s being held at the biggest frat house you have ever seen, and you’ve seen quite a few movies with college parties. a three story house with a huge pool in the back, base-boosted music played both inside and outside. yup, it’s just like the movies.

you sat on the stairs connecting the second and third floors, red solo cup in hand. hey, might as well enjoy the free drinks while you’re here. with no one to talk to, you scrolled on your phone, trying to ignore the couple making out just a few feet in front of you. best part about this frat house: the amount of bedrooms. the couple would likely be occupying one in no time.

“the music they play here is awful,” you mutter to yourself unconsciously.

“i know right.”

well you definitely weren’t expecting a reply. you look up quickly in shock to see taehyun. your eyes widen, not expecting to see him at all, let alone at a party.

“i didn’t think you would be one for parties mr. kang.” you try not to let your nervousness show. you didn’t want to make things awkward between you two. sure, it’s only been a few months since you last talked, but it’s felt like forever. plus, your feelings are still very strong for both kai and taehyun. just seeing him makes your heart rate speed up.

“oh trust me, im not. but someone i used to know used to tell me to ‘live a little’ all the time. i figured i would give it a try.” his shoulder was resting against the wall, and he, too, had a red solo cup in his hand. “do you mind if i have a seat?”

you shook your head and put your phone away. taehyun sat an awkwardly far distance away, but you don’t blame him. at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if taehyun is a whole different person from when you last spoke. college can really do that to you; give you a reality check. who you truly are, who you want to hang around, what your intentions in life are. it all happens so fast once you enter college.

“have you spoken to kai recently?” you’re genuinely curious about kai. you miss him like hell. you’ve felt very… down lately, to say the least. you don’t feel like yourself around the people you now call your ‘friends,’ and you miss being able to rant to kai. you really wish he was still in your life.

“actually, i have. he’s here, at the party. when did you last speak to him?” taehyun took a sip from his cup, looking into your eyes. you unconsciously began to stare back. his eyes are so beautiful and captivating. it felt like once you began staring you could never look away. something about his eyes tonight… they were different. they were, darker?

“is this a bad time to interrupt?” you quickly looked away from taehyuns eyes at the sound of another voice speaking to you. you look over to see the the man of the conversation, hueningkai.

‘jesus fucking christ the universe must really hate me right now,’ you thought to yourself. as if it couldn’t get any faster, your heart starts to feel as if it will beat out of your chest at any moment.

“nope, we were just talking about you,” taehyun replies.

“ah i see. i hope it was all good things. mind if i join you two?”

you didn’t notice that you were staring until kai turned his gaze away from taehyun and towards you. you quickly begin shaking your head.

“please, go ahead.” you can definitely hear your nervousness in your voice now.

kai sits down two stairs in front of you and taehyun, moving his body so his legs rest on the same step to make looking at you two easier. an awkward silence rises between you three. just as you were about to try and break it, kai beats you to it.

“i miss you guys. like, a lot. the people i hang out with now just aren’t the same as you guys. i really wanna try to hang out together again.”

it was shockingly straight forward, but you felt the same way.

“same.” you look over at taehyun who’s eyes are glued to kai. it seems like kai was under the same sort of spell you were, because they both stared into each other’s eyes until you spoke.

“yeah. i didn’t want to make it all awkward but i fucking miss you guys.” kai and taehyun snap out of their dazes and look at you. you aren’t sure who to look at, so your eyes switch from between the two. like taehyun, kai’s eyes where different than usual. they gave off the same aura that taehyuns did. dark, sultry, and somewhat full of lust. you’re unsure as to whether it was your feelings, your arousal, or your 4th drink telling you their eyes were different, but god did they both look good. you could tell taehyun had worked out a lot more lately, his biceps bigger than from when you last saw him. kai had bleached his hair, and honestly, it looked really good on him. you tried to push down your feelings while in the conversation, but when they both looked so good, it was impossible.

——————

you’re unsure how you got here, but after a few more drinks, you, taehyun, and kai were playing a game of truth or dare. it was to ‘catch up’ as you had put it, or, as the 7th cup of whatever alcohol you had put it. you hoped it would go as planned. everyone says that a game of truth or dare starts off boring, but as time goes on it gets spicer. god, did you hope that applied here.

you spun the empty bottle on the step no one sat on. taehyun.

“truth or dare?” you asked looking from the bottle to taehyun.

“truth. let’s test the waters before we go picking dare,” he said leaning his back against the railing and crossing his arms.

“alright but i warned you, i’m not asking any wimpy questions,” you also leaned back into the wall, giving him a small smirk. “have you slept with anyone in the last few months?”

you could hear kai lightly choke on his drink, clearly surprised by your question. your eyes never left taehyun though. you watched as his eyebrows initially raised at the question, but he quickly put a smirk on his lips.

“i have.”

you’re unsure what you were hoping to hear, but you’re sure it wasn’t that. your heart slightly broke hearing his words, but another sip of your drink and that feeling went away. you played off your feelings with a laugh.

“damn. cocky now, are we?” the sly grin returning to your face. all taehyun did was chuckle before reaching down to spin the bottle. kai.

you both look down at kai to see him blushing like crazy. like yours earlier, kai’s eyes switched between you and taehyun. he looked very… small.

“alright, kai. truth or dare?” taehyun’s tone was slightly seductive in a way. his head rose slightly as if to intimidate kai.

“u-uhm… truth.” you could hear the nervousness in kai’s voice, now.

“are you still a virgin?” taehyun moved his upper body to come closer to kai’s face, kai’s cheeks becoming even redder.

“y-yah! what kind of question is that… yes.” the last word came out like a whisper, but it was audible. kai couldn’t look at taehyun in the eyes anymore, his face moving down, eyes suddenly finding his drink very interesting.

you watched the entire scene play out, unsure whether to be jealous, joyous, or extremely turned on.

“my turn,” kai suddenly bursted out.

he quickly spun the bottle. y/n. how perfect, everyone gets a turn.

“truth or dare?”

you looked both boys in the eyes; “dare.”

taehyun whistles, breaking eye contact with you. “you always have to be the dare devil, don’t you?”

you smile at what you took as a compliment.

“uhm, i don’t know… i dare you to… kiss taehyun?”

both you and taehyun look at kai with wide eyes.

“w-what. was that a bad dare?” kai’s eyes also widened, the blush that had left his cheeks returning.

“no, it wasn’t,” you hear taehyun say. you look to see him smirking at you again. “let’s see if the dare devil is up for the challenge.”

oh this boy. you mirrored his smirk and leaned your head forward, raising your eyebrows to challenge him. taehyun followed in moving his head forward, your faces now inches apart. before you knew it, you crashed your lips onto taehyun’s. your lips moved rhythmically against his, his soft lips feeling so good against yours. you placed down your drink and moved your arms to wrap around his neck, moving your body closer to his to get into a more comfortable position. his tongue swept your bottom lip, and you granted him access to explore your mouth. your tongues danced around one another, your lips still moving perfectly against one another. you both ran out of breath too soon for your liking, breaking the kiss with a string of saliva attaching your lips. panting, you look into taehyun’s eyes as they seemed to be even darker than before. you look over to see kai, mouth parted slightly, eyes seemingly in a daze. you cleared your throat to catch his attention. he slightly shook his head at the sound, eyes snapping between you and taehyun.

“did that satisfy you, kai?” you asked half innocently and half teasingly.

more blush came onto kai’s cheeks as he nodded, eyes again finding his drink more interesting than anything else in the world.

“good.” you smirked as you grabbed the bottle and spun it again. kai.

“kai,” you started, his eyes looking up into yours. “truth or dare?” now your voice was seductive. you’re unsure where the night was taking you, but damn you weren’t regretting your actions one bit.

“truth,” he quickly spat out.

“oh come on, kai. remember what i told you about living a little. why don’t you pick dare?”

“fine… dare then, i guess…” you could hear the uneasiness in kai’s voice as he obliged.

“relax, kai. you know i won’t make you do anything crazy. how about you return the favor, hm? let me watch you kiss taehyun.” you need to take some of this alcohol home, because god was it making you feel extremely confident right now.

you could see kai swallow as his eyes widened again. you looked over at taehyun to see him staring at you, the smirk seemingly never leaving his lips. he looked over at kai who was now looking at him.

“you heard them,” taehyun raised his eyebrows as he spoke. “come here baby.” taehyun lowered himself onto the step kai was sitting on. he began to lean in as he watched kai’s eyes flutter shut. taehyun brought his free hand around the back of kai’s head, pushing kai forward for their lips to meet. kai’s eyes flew open at the action, but quickly closed them again when the kiss found a rhythm. was it normal to get this turned on watching two men make out, or is it just because the two men were also your crushes? taehyuns fingers grasped kai’s hair, the action making kai whimper quietly. the kiss was over too soon again, taehyun and kai breaking the kiss to catch their breaths. taehyun’s arm fell from kai’s hair to rest of his shoulder, the two smiling as kai quickly looked away.

“such a nice show you put on for me,” you said, sounding more seductive than ever. taehyun moved his body back to his original spot on the stairs.

“let me go.” taehyun moved his hand to spin the bottle. y/n.

“the dare devil again. are you willing to live up to your name?”

“of course. dare.” you weren’t sure what battle was going on between you and taehyun, but you sure weren’t going to lose it.

“well since everyone except for me got a show, i think it’s time i get one. i dare you to give kai head.”

this was going way better than expected. both you and kai were shocked at taehyun’s words, but kai was definitely more embarrassed about the dare.

“yah! w-when did i ever agree to this dare,” kai tries to retaliate.

“please kai, your boner isn’t doing a very good job at hiding itself. don’t you want a bit of help from our friend y/n. or do you not want their pretty lips wrapped around you?”

taehyun’s dirty words made kai shiver. sweat could visibly be seen on kai’s forehead. he quickly tried to cover his bulge with his hands, the bulky solo cup coming to his advantage.

“w-where would they even be able to do that? there’s no way we’re doing that on the stairs.”

now you lowered yourself onto the same step as kai. you wrap your arms around his neck, the same way you did to taehyun.

“baby boy, there’s a reason this house is so popular for parties. there’s so many bed rooms.” you slowly brought your face closer to kai’s until your noses were touching. he let out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes, expecting you to kiss him. instead, you grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him up, guiding him up the stairs. you found the nearest bedroom with an open door, pushing kai inside and stepping in, yourself. you waited for taehyun to enter the room before you closed the door and locked it. you slowly walked over to kai, placing your hands on his chest and moving them up behind his head. you pressed your lips against his. his lips were different than taehyun’s. kai’s lips were plumper, making sucking on them so addicting. his kiss was different too. kai submitted so easily. his tongue didn’t fight for dominance like taehyun’s. he let you take control. you walked forward, pushing kai until he stopped. knowing he met the mattress frame, you softly pushed him, but enough to make him fall back onto the mattress. you got on your knees and slowly began taking off kai’s belt. you could feel him grow more impatient by the second. after you removed his belt, you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. with every extra second you took, you could feel kai grow needier. you removed his jeans, keeping his boxers on as an excuse to tease longer. you softly palmed kai’s member through the fabric, a long moan escaping his lips.

“p-please.” kais eyes looked into yours helplessly.

“you’re so needy baby. don’t worry, you’ll get what you want eventually, as long as you’re a good boy. will you be a good boy for me?”

the boy nodded quickly. ‘how cute,’ you thought. you removed kais boxers to reveal his long dick. the tip was red and angry, clearly in need of some attention.

“who knew the innocent, sweet kai would have such a big dick? you probably don’t even know what to do with this thing.” you quickly took the tip into your mouth, earning a mix of a moan and whine from kai. you kitten-licked his slit, causing more incoherent sounds to leave kais lips. soon, you began bobbing your head slowly, fitting as much of his dick as you could into your mouth. kai grew louder from this, not seeming to care if someone walked by and heard. not like they could if they tried; the loud, terrible music had one good quality: it was loud.

taehyun was sitting on the desk chair watching the whole scene play out. his legs were spread open as he palmed his dick through his pants. he loved the sounds kai was making. he loved how dominant you were. he loved the faces kai made when you did something he liked. he loved how you teased and toyed with kai. taehyun loved this scenario. he loved watching the two people he was in love with be so dirty for his enjoyment.

“y/n… please- i need more-“ kai could barely get any words out.

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i never finished this im so sorry.

the original plan was to make this a SUPER SLOW BURN but as i kept writing that plan changed to make it so it was quick and simple. i was going to end this where they all wake up the next morning and confess to each other and become a throuple!!

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abittersweetsongforyou · 3 years

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wtfock fic recs part 2

saddle up for pt 2 babyyyy

wtfock fic recs pt 1

the underrated (just read them trust me they're brilliant)

wishing, wanting and longing by dottori

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart by orphan_account This isn't our first time around by noobishere this is us, through your eyes by dottori - with yasminas season starting id like to draw everyones attention to this fic from yasminas pov its sweet and sentimental and lovely and the fact that it has under 100 kudos is a fucking crime Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by berrevy - i love this author so much and this fic is so good, i love the way they're written here, the description is beautiful, 10/10 A morning without you is a dwindled dawn by Createdforyou - so soft i love seeing them just living their lives together Elayna Aan Zee by zetaphiuchi(ryuujitsu) - this one is sad and maybe sander forgives too quickly but its beautifully written and i love it you're an angel in disguise (you're an angel in my eyes) by thekardemomme - this is so sweet and lovely and warm everyone should read it I do now. by irregardlxss - robbe tells jens about the hate crime dreaming of you by ivy_seas - just them being happy at christmas time hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by nbrook - they're dorks and they're too horny for their own good but they love each other very much i've never been in love (but i wanna be, i wanna be) by ladypeaceful - what if sander took noors place at the party in episode 1 we have the stars (and this is given once only) by merengue - military au but also childhood friends and its so soft and beautiful and they love each other so much Agents Sliding Down The Chimney by berrevy - i seriously cannot recommend berrevy enough this is a christmas fic thats a little sad but also a whole lot sweet and very real which is what i like

angst bby

I follow you (deep sea, baby) by emotionalgoblin - sander pines in my mind, in my head by cubedmango - canon divergence for s3 last two episodes

gonna help you be free, honey by lamourestout - aftermath of the hate crime

We're always gonna be contaminated by nbrook - sander fucked upppp and everyone is sad but they communicate so its fine

the night we met by themoongirl - college au, sad boys :(((

show me some stars (beneath this ceiling) by peaceoutofthepieces - five times robbe wishes he could wake up next to sander and one time he does You're always there for me by nbrook - the s4 car accident aftermath (don't want anything) but all of you by MajorAccent - s4 car accident but extra extra angsty i know someone who kisses the way (a flower opens) by romantiser robbe and sander see each other again after sander paints the mural

sander and robbe being so in love it hurts

he is the one by themoongirl - marriage proposal im soft

I'm holding my breath, as the seasons change by bruisingknees - robbe moves out of the flatshare

new year's eve by themoongirl - sander is sad but robbe is soft

all you never say by nothingbutniall - fluffffff

you're the one that i want by themoongirl - sander needs reassurance

dark paradise by luckycharmz - sander is coming out of a low and robbe takes care of him

i was grounded (while you filled the skies) by wafflesofdoom - theyre in love okay

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance by allforyoumylove - theyre childhood friends and theyre in love

oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight by alsjeblieft - sander painting robbe

Early Morning Dancing by teen_content_queen - flatmates dance in the morning v v cute

(inside my head) I've been at war by nothingbutniall - they're so soft pls

The sun came up and I was looking at you by allforyoumylove

Baby, Home Is In Your Arms by clarecas - robbe comes home to sander after his exam

don't be scared, you are my rock by peaceoutofthepieces - sander is sad but robbe is there purple lips (underwater) by dottori - fluff so much fluff i love it sm

in all your gorgeous colors by nothingbutniall - sander paints robbe you're still the that i love (the only one i dream of) by thekardemomme - i couldve also put this in the angst category but they just love each other so much its so beautiful My darling, I'm rooting for you by allforyoumylove - sander is having a depressive episode and robbe loves him fully formed, ready to run by MajorAccent - sander is down and robbe just wants to be with him paper rings by thekardemomme - they love each other so much and theyre going to get married one day i've always wanted a (boyfriend) by thekardemomme - christmas is sanders favourite holiday and robbe doesnt love christmas but he loves sander Come lie with me by allforyoumylove - they're roommates but they cuddle and fall in love glimpses by foxsake5 - theyre just living their lives, being in love, as they should

boyfriends being boyfriends

I absolutely adore you but we're absolute beginners by nbrook - sander is adorable

boy, i fucking got you by noobishere - yeah its rated e but its so sweet okay

Lovesick by szamsson - sander picks robbe up from school

you're a wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall - boyfriends go camping

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall - Christmas gift giving at the flatshare

we're keeping it simple by noobishere - eenvoud babyyyyy

Meet me in the hallway by nbrook - ahsdka Milan

double date. by fockinglevendcliche - double date with amber and aaron

back to the beach house. by fockinglevendcliche - sander wants to get it on and robbe is weak but their friends are assholes

take me with your constant shame by peaceoutofthepieces - cute date hold me close by sincerelysobbe - robbe is stressed and sander is the best boyfriend you charge me up (like electricity) by howlingsaturn - secret boyfriends if you say swim by soundnvision - another date another pool Modern Love by angelboygabriel - okay yes this is e rated but their. boyfriends and they're happy they're just also horny mkay You make me feel like I am whole again by nbrook - robbe has a rough day but sander is there being all cute and making it better I've been looking so long at these pictures of you by nbrook - much banter very cute You're my favourite kind of night by nbrook - at a halloween party finally kissing the right people Show me a piece of your heart, show me a piece of your love by nbrook - boyfriend tag for the broerrrs channel, unfinished but so much fun thus far working double time by noobishere - sander is wearing a turtleneck and he looks hot in it Ground Control by angelboygabriel - christmas clinging and sex because why not oh and they're in love hopeless romantics by thekardemomme - it's their anniversary and ugh they love each other sm sander driesen versus a mistletoe by dottori - its christmas and sander just wants to fucking kiss robbe okay high for this by flowermaze - sander is drowsy and still finds time to flirt with robbe All You've Got to Do Is Win by berrevy - they actually do play that tennis match years kept in minutes by peaceoutofthepieces - they have traditions and its adorable pls love is the opening door by cryingcancer - robbe and sander facetime on their anniversary after sander was sappy on instagram Home by foxsake5 - sander is a massive simp and robbe looks hot in a robe You don't have to say you're mine by nbrook - robbe is a little insecure and sander is there to reassure him Distracting by sincerelysobbe - v v v cute jahsdjah sander is weak for robbe we all understand bro February 14th, 2021 by foxsake5 - no words bro just cute af if we can make it through december (maybe we'll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall - sobbe at the christmas market This = Love by nbrook - robbe is hungover and sander loves to tease him They ain't living life like this by Createdforyou - halloween but this year they're together

sexy times

Woensdag 16:36 by Anonymous

i don't even wanna fuck, i just like you by eversincewefellapart

Vrijdag 18:26 by Anonymous - hurt and comfort

video phone by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - quarantine times

Don't know where I'm going from here (but I promise it won't be boring) by skamsnake

snakebite by Anonymous

Zaterdag 09:58 by foxsake5

Wildfire by sincerelysobbe - no smut just kissing but they steamy

come on (mess me up) by MajorAccent - sex but tender 🥺

The Teenage Trifecta by little_but_fierce

i glow pink in the night in my room (blossoming alone over you) by midsummernightoddity

life is a pop of the cherry by icedwhitemocha - the hotel

Ik Win by Anonymous

In his arms tonight by allforyoumylove

long may he reign by tokyometropolis(meohorany) - well considered smut jsdhjhd

Draw Me Closer by skamsnake

When I live my dream (please be there to meet me) by skamsnake

we click, we go boom! by strangeparties Dark Red by nancy_mcfly - friends with benefits play the game of grown-ups by Anonymous - they have a lot of sex but its because they're in love

#wtfock #wtfock fic #wtfock fanfic #wtfam

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imagine-otome-games · 5 years

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Distance [Victor MLQC]

Pairing: Victor x Female!Reader [1st & 3rd Pov]

Warnings: Cursing, angst etc

A/N: I just started playing this game, so bare with me if this sucks. I got insp from reading a fic from @otonymous. That I Miss You call in your fic made the angst in me go apeshit fghjkl also im not sorry... also this is hella short lol

You were supposed to be sleeping. It was sometime past three a.m and you had work first thing in the morning- hell, if anything, you were supposed to be finishing up a report. One he’d requested in that often aggravating tone. He should irritate you- should get you frustrated and angry- and he did. However, he also made your heart race. By some insane means, the cold tyrant of a CEO had caught your attention. At first you were.. Somewhat okay with it. You assumed it was a fleeting thing and that soon you could look back on it and laugh. Quickly, you realized how that wasn’t happening. Instead of the feelings dying off, they grew. Day by day you’d see more bits of him in the short meetings after the investment in your studio. You learned how he could be soft- how he could be caring. He’d just snap back so quickly, you wondered if those moments were dreams- tricks of your mind. It’d make sense.

How could such a man ever have a soft side?

How could you allow yourself to fall for someone so.. him? Someone so cold and frustrating- so distant and sometimes bitter? Many were aware of his looks, but not even those could save him from the absolute mountain of negative views on him. So why? Why bother- why allow him to break you so? At such an ungodly hour of the night, where only the grieving or the sad were alive. When most people were sound asleep, peacefully so.

“I miss you..”

His voice had been so soft- so warming and lovely. It drew you in, until you realized it wasn’t meant for you. Why would he miss you? You of all people, while he was off in another country? Invited to some modeling show because his company owned part of it and.. A model he knew well was there?

You remembered her well. Chik. Gorgeous- perfect tiny waisted brunette. Perfect make-up. Perfect outfits- she was a goddamn model and you.. You just weren’t. It was hard to not compare yourself- especially when first meeting her, it obviously looked like there was something there. They’d fit beautifully. Like two picture perfect puzzle pieces. A Star Model and a handsome CEO. Better than some random small studio owner and a big shot CEO.

You didn’t have perfectly fitted outfits or a taste for harsh expensive alcohol. You couldn’t drop everything and go to France or Italy- so this call? This lovely feeling? It was bitter- it tasted like bile had just risen up into your mouth.

“You have the wrong number.”, you replied bitterly, “Its two in the damn morning my time, pay attention.”

He seemed to grumble something on the other end, and then hung up, leaving you in your current state. You lay limp against your bed, phone still clasped in your hand, gripping it to will the sting in your eyes away. The side of your face was pressed against your pillow, which was now uncomfortably hot. You lay on your stomach, unmoving. Sometimes your eyes flicked over to your phone- and then you’d curse to yourself as you pulled them away. What were you expecting? Him to call? To say he had the right number all along? As if..

Such a sweet voice was not meant for you. Not when all this time articles were slowly but surely swirling around him and this amazing model. Picture perfect. Beautifully strung together. She was probably in his arms most nights, right were longed to be. With him in a way you hated that you craved.

Victor was not yours, and he would never be..

You realized this first thing in the morning, standing in his office as he scolded you for turning in an unfinished report. His blunt, harsh words bit into you more than normal. Atrocious this, horrible that, foolish this… Exhaustion was already set deep into your bones, and so was the heartache. That eversweet ‘I miss you..’ still lingered in the back of your mind, and you wondered what it might take to be given that? To deserve it- to have it be real?

“Are you even listening?”, he lets out a frustrated noise, “You’ve always been preaching about how hard you’ll work and yet you dare to give me unfinished work-”

“I heard you. I’m listening- look, as much as I’d love to stay here and have you berate me for the rest of the morning while I’m dangerously decaffeinated, I can’t. I have more work on top of what you’ve asked, and you’re home now.”, you say, tone turning sour towards the end, “I’m sure you’ve got someone to see.”

With that, you turn on your heel and somehow manage to not bolt out of the room. You wait till you’re out of the building to just make a mad dash for it. Not caring if anyone saw you or recognized you. You needed the wind to whip past your face- to dry any tears that dared to betray you. You would not cry, it was useless. You’d be damned if you shed a single tear for a man like that.

Yet, somehow, they still fell, only to be brushed away by the comfort of the wind.

Up high, he sat still in his chair. He hated how she looked- hated how somehow he managed to royally fuck up every chance he got. It was like some gruesome internal war. He wanted her near- then far, then couldn’t bare her absence and pulled her in- but he could never express it right. In dragging her back to him, he pushed her away again. One step forward, ten steps back. Another forward, twenty back. Pull- shove, pull.. shove. The show had been boring- he’d drank far too much and she was way too far. Her scent didn’t linger- her cute little comebacks had grown few and far in between- as if something was grating on her, and he feared it was him. Feared he was being too harsh- feared she regretted ever knowing him.

“I miss you..”, he’d breathed, soft and genuine- true.

Her response, he felt he deserved.

The look she gave him the following morning, he felt he deserved. The cold shoulder, the glazed over look from exhaustion and.. something else. What was that look- what- and then she was gone. Hours later and she still wouldn’t answer the phone or read his texts.

Yet again, he found himself awake, at the worst of times, and reaching for her.

“I miss you..”

“... Stop. Stop doing this to me..” Click.

Oh- that burned- why did that burn- what was that tone? He’d never heard someone so broken. Never in all his years of being harsh to awful possible investments, had heard such a defeated tone. So broken and so small.. was that really you?

What have I done now?, he wondered..

He’d never get an answer, just more distance, until you were completely unreachable, as he always had been..

#mlqc victor #mlqc fic #mlqc angst #mlqc victor x reader #reader insert #mlqc fanfic #hiii im alive #spit this out within three hours after work ayyee

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pqiwendooooooo · 8 months

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stockholm syndrome is knowing a fic is unfinished but reading it anyway with a “i won’t get attached” mindset FALL IN LOVE WITH IT and then speedrunning the 5 stages of grief when you reach the last chapter

#fanfic #im so done #VERY incorrect use of stockholm syndrome #im never clicking an unfinished fic again #who am i kidding i will obviously do it again

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lune1004 · 5 years

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i know im late but hbd oiks!!!! this is something i’ve been wanting to write for a while now, but i tweaked quite a bit bc i kinda want to write some of the idea into a full length fic some time later. also, this is also in hinata’s pov, sth i decided on the last minute.

title: pretty young thing

summary: kageyama has been real acting weird lately. hinata just wants to know why.

you could also read them on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/19895578

hinata doesn’t know how he knows, he just does. he doesn’t even know why he even he thought of it in the first place. it irritates him that he doesn’t even know what exactly is going on but he knows this: kageyama has been weird lately.

“how weird, hinata-kun?”

yachi enquires whilst bringing her drink, strawberry latte, to her lips. yachi has always liked sweet stuffs, hinata notes. they’re gathered in a quaint café in town, just after everyone has finished their lectures. it’s only him and kageyama that go to the same university, under sports scholarship. the rest of them are pursuing different majors in different universities. still, they make it a point to meet at least once a week to catch up. it was hinata who brought it up first, antsy of not knowing what the rest of them are up to. yachi readily agreed, her camera bouncing along with her in excitement. yamaguchi too, seemed pleased with the idea. kageyama and tsukishima being kageyama and tsukishima naturally declined on autopilot.

“i’m gonna be a real fucking menace if you’re not going to join the weekly meet up, assholes.”

“aren’t you already one now?”

“just how much more of a menace can you be, hinata?”

safe to say, the convincing wasn’t easy. it took threats of bodily harm and loud shrieking as well as the promise to haunt them in their dreams that the two reluctantly agreed.

“it’s the king, he’s always weird.” tsukishima muses, shrugging his shoulders while stirring his straw in his drink. “you’re wasting all of our time if it’s about the precious king and his weirdness we’re going to scrutinize right now.”

hinata grimaces; he pushes his unfinished chocolate cake to the side and leans forward. “i’m telling you! he’s been weird as hell. he comes back late even though practice ended early, he’s almost always on his phone and- and get this!” he looks around the café hesitantly, as if he’s not careful enough, the subject of their conversation will materialize in front of them and strangle him. “he smiles often now!” hinata shudders.

tsukishima snorts. “so kageyama being happy is foreign to you?”

“you know how scary his smile is!”

yachi stifles a laugh behind her palm. “i’m sure kageyama-kun is fine, maybe he’s just busy and has a lot to do?” she cuts a portion of the cholocate cake that hinata has pushed aside and brings it to her mouth. “plus, you know how engrossed he is when he watches volleyball videos.”

“but it’s different!” hinata argues, eyebrows drawn tight, like he’s exasperated and puzzled about the new side he’s seeing of kageyama. “it really is!”

yamaguchi scratches his nose. “maybe he’s just seeing someone?” it’s the first time since they’ve arrived that yamaguchi offers a thought.

“HAAAAAAAAAAA?”

yamaguchi winces at the sound. tsukishima clicks his tounge, annoyed. yachi is so surprised by the sudden sound that her drink sloshes and spills on the table. trust hinata and his capability to be loud and not mind whatever environment that they’re in.

“bakayama? seeing someone? him?” he knows he sound incredulous, voice notching higher at every question he’s thrown but he can’t help it. it’s kageyama we’re talking about. that guy would not even spare you a second glance if you’re not his close friends or his teammates or anything that’s not related to volleyball. he doesn’t even know if kageyama has even thought of relationships or some sort! that guy is too narrow-minded on volleyball to be thinking about anything else. it’s just weird.

tsukishima lets out a pained groan and continues to wipe the strawberry latte that spilled on the table. “even if that is the case, what’s the problem?”

“it’s impossible. i’ve never seen kageyama with a girl before!”

yachi hums, “maybe it’s not a girl?”

hinata doesn’t know what’s going on but he knows this: he’s going to get to the bottom of it. if kageyama is really seeing someone, why doesn’t he know about it? whyis kageyama being secretive about it? they’ve shared everything! well. maybe kageyama doesn’t, and it’s just him babbling about anything and everything under the sun to his unwilling ears, but still! they’re best friends, aren’t they? oh my god. are they not?

no. they are best friends, hinata just needs to give him space. that’s what yamaguchi advised few days ago at the café anyway. “if he’s not ready to tell us, then best to not push him. he’ll come around eventually won’t he?”

but it’s just so weird! even now, as he makes his way to the address that tanaka-senpai texted earlier for a get together with the old karasuno team, kageyama is not going there with him. they’re roommates for god’s sake! they’re almost always do things together, and now kageyama won’t even go to gatherings with thim.

“i’m going first. i’ll meet you there.” is what kageyama had told him at 5pm. hinata didn’t have it in him then to comment that the get together is at 9pm. he also didn’t comment on the fact that kageyama had dressed up real nice. a crisp blue button down, sleeves rolled up and black pants. it’s weird; at their gatherings, he’d always wear his joggers.

wait.

hinata momentarily stops in his steps.

is kageyama mad at him? he knew he should’ve washed the dishes earlier. is that it? or is it because of the mountain of laundry that he time after time again, promised to fold but didn’t? is that it? hinata gasps. is it because he didn’t receive his tosses as good lately?

he starts walking again.

no, no, that couldn’t be it. kayegama would’ve already screamed in his ear if he’s been sloppy during practice. he’s so preoccupied with his thoughts that he doesn’t realize he’s bumped into a warm body in front of him. “ah, i’m so sor- sugawara-san!”

“hinata! it’s so good to see you.” sugawara is always full of smiles and warmth.

“i’ve missed you, sugawara-san. it’s been too long.” hinata says, pretending to sniffle. “it’s been hard without the senpais.”

sugawara laughs and slaps hinata’s back lightly. “you’re in university already, hinata. of course we wouldn’t be there with you physically.”

“also, didn’t we meet just last month at your match against chuo university?” sugawara says and he clasps both of hinata’s shoulders and pushes him inside of the restaurant.

“oh, yes, yes we did.” hinata nods and whistles. “grand king was ruthless, huh. kageyama was so fired up during the match, it was insane. did you see his serves? he was amazing.”

before sugawara could reply, there was a loud bang to their right. “OIIIIII HINATA, SUGAWARA-SAN, OVER HERE. OVER HERE.”

if there was anybody who is louder than hinata, it’s tanaka. no, scratch that, it’s tanaka andnishinoya. when the three of them joins forces, everyone is advised to please bring their earpieces with them to block the sound out.

“TANAKA-SENPAI.” ah, here we go. sugawara sighs fondly.

hinata jogs to the table where most of his high school teammates are with sugawara trailing behind him. “oh! there’s iwaizumi-san too! hello.”

iwaizumi nods. “we’re celebrating oikawa’s birthday then we bumped into the rest of karasuno, so we thought, why not join and eat together?”

hinata takes his seat beside tanaka, sandwhiching himself in between tanaka and nishinoya. “oh? it’s grand king’s birthday today?”

“where is he?” daichi asks, picking apart the cucumbers in his dish and putting it aside.

the guy, hinata doesn’t remember his name, the one in aoba johsai’s team, machi? momo? matsukawa? sighs exasperatedly. “he says he’s going to be late. it’s his birthday we’re celebrating; can you believe he’s late to his own birthday celebration? the nerve of that guy.”

another one that hinata doesn’t remember but knows he was a third year with oikawa, iwaizumi and the previous guy, mitsu? maki? hums. “he’s been weird lately, don’t you think?”

this time, it is nishinoya who questions: “how weird?”

hinata thinks his name is maki. maki sighs. “i don’t know. he’s just… weird. i don’t know how to explain it. it’s not like his form his deteriorating, in fact, he’s better? he’s just so competitive and fired up lately during our volleyball practices and matches. like… like’s he’s in this some sort of weird competition with somebody, always wanting to prove something to someone.”

matsu, hinata thinks its matsu, agrees. “come to think of it, he doesn’t hang out with us as much lately, don’t you think? he’s always running off somewhere.”

“oh! he’s always on his phone too!” maki chimes in, a chopstick at his chin, as if he’s in deep thought. “he buys milk lately too, he doesn’t even drinkmilk.”

hinata may not be smart. but, the gears in his mind is turning very fast to process all this new information about their supposed ex-captain of their high school rival. before he could ask, “grand king is behaving weird too?” he was cut by loud gasp from the both of them.

“what do you think, iwaizumi? he’s weird, isn’t he? is he ok? he’s been engrossed in aliens isn’t he? is he- is he…”

“abducted? and a clone is replacing him?”

tsukishima snickers from beside yamaguchi. “ah, how foolish.” that comment makes hinata more perplexed. is there something he doesn’t know? well, it’s obvious that there’s somethingwrong. it’s long wide before his eyes go wide and he stammers out, “they’ve been poisoned, haven’t they! that’s why they’re so weird! you know, kageyama is weird too!”

iwaizumi doesn’t know how long he could keep up with this. his headache is threatening to form whenever he’s surrounded with idiots. “even if i have my suspicions on that guy, i’m not going to say it.”

“what, why?” the three of them whines. no, five of them. he could hear nishinoya’s and tanaka’s voices weaving through.

“ah, speaking of the devils.” tsukishima smirks, nodding at the entrance of the restaurant. true enough, oikawa enters the restaurant with kageyama behind him. oikawa waves cheerily at the table. “oh my, is everyone here going to celebrate my birthday? how generous!”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “thank you, your highness. for finally gracing us peasants with your presence. it’s not like we’ve been waiting a long time; no. we have not.”

“why iwa-chan! a king is never late. it’s always the servants that’s early, don’t you think?”

hinata notes that grand king is dressed real nice too. a cream silk shirt, with two tops unbutton that lets everyone see his gold chains. his black dress pants hug his legs nicely too. hinata furrows his eyebrows. it’s just so weird. hinata finds it more puzzling when instead of sitting beside him, like he always does, kageyama is sitting at the end of the shared table, next to sugawara. it’s even more weird when oikawa takes the seat in front of kageyama, besides maki. doesn’t he always sit next to iwaizumi? his head hurts with all this confusion. it has to be the aliens, right? he’s heard all about the area 51 lately. he shudders and prays the aliens will give the old kageyama back.

“how come you’re together?” this time, it is asahi who asks.

“it’s just a coincidence. we bumped into each other along the way.” is what oikawa replies.

ah, whatever. he could think about all of this later. maybe when the drinks are already in his system and he’s out of it, he could ask kageyama about it. kageyama can’t hit him if he asks him when he’s drunk, right? he’s innocent and defenseless! “let’s drink up for grand king’s birthday!”

series of congratulations and clinks of glasses fill the air.

the tables are rowdy with two teams sharing stories and cracking jokes.

hinata is buzzed, he feels good, he feels light.

he feels even better when he remembers that kageyama is a lightweight. it’s a surprise to everyone when they first had a drink together, seeing kageyama swaying side to side, dazed, just after his second cup. it’s not much of a surprise that he has less of a filter when he’s sober. it is, however, disconcerting to discover that kageyama basically just compliments everyone when he’s drunk. in a kageyama way, of course. but a compliment is a compliment, right? even more so when it comes from kageyama, someone who is so awkward he could make a baby cry by just looking at them.

when kageyama first complimented tanaka on his drunken haze, tanaka was so shocked, he nearly cried. “you’re such a good energy to the team, tanaka-senpai.”

“i really don’t get why you’re bald, though. aren’t you still young? where’s your hair?” asahi and sugawara had to physically hold tanaka back from kicking him, fires in his eyes.

“pick one, you asshole! are you complementing me or insulting me.”

kageyama only blinked at him in return.

and now, hinata is pretty sure that kageyama is drunk because he has been complimenting maki and matsu. giggling at the thought of scouring information from kageyama himself about this whole weird situation, he feels refreshed. more courageous. he psyches himself up. he can do this.

the rest of the tables are minding their own business mingling around with each other, hinata learns. so it’s his chance to bring the attention to kageyama and get the answer to all of this!

when he turns over his left to where kageyama is, he giggles when he finds kageyama’s face is flushed. eyes daze, lightly swaying. his giggles stop when he sees kageyama staring at oikawa. ah, hinata thinks. he’s going to compliment the grand king, huh. well, it can’t be helped. hinata supposes even when you’re rivals, complimenting him on his birthday wouldn’t hurt, right?

he snickers and turns away from them to chug down his drink and give kageyama the time for his drunk-compliment. kageyama is probably going to compliment him on his serve, or how good the game was last month, or. hinata doesn’t think kageyama will ask him to teach to serve, again, right? he knows he’s drunk, but even then, kageyama wouldn’t be that idiotic, right?

instead of all those, what he hears are: “you’re pretty oikawa-san. you’re really pretty. really really really pretty.”

WAIT.

PAUSE.

REWIND.

for a moment, he thinks he’s got a whiplash from how fast he turns to his left. what he sees sends his mind reeling. there, on the far end of the table, is dazed kageyama, is drunk kageyama, is breathless kageyama, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on oikawa’s lips.

WAIT.

WHAT IS GOING ON.

hinata opens his mouth to yell. closes it. opens it again, saying absolutely nothing. far too stunned to say anything for the first time in a long time. when he comes back to himself, he whirls around the table to see if anyone else is seeing what he’s seeing. but nobody besides himself is paying attention. he even wonders if oikawa is alright with his rival just casually kissing him and calling him pretty?! hinata feels a headache incoming. should- should he help kageyama? what if he’s just embarrassing himself and oikawa is going to humiliate him later, infront of everyone else? his heart beats too loud for himself to think. he has to help kageyama, he has to, he has-

but when he turns back to the two, kageyama is already longingly looking up at oikawa. he has his head leaned on his outstretched arms on the table, half of his upper body relaxing on top of the table. he’d never thought kageyama could look like that at anyone. he faintly hears kageyama mutters a “happy birthday, oikawa-san.”

as soon as kageyama wishes him, oikawa scoffs fondly. “just how many times are you going to congratulate me, tobio?”

hinata cocks his head to the left. huh, there’s no –chan?

for some time now, he knows he shouldn’t be intruding. but he doesn’t know why can’t bring himself to look away. especially when oikawa threads his fingers in kageyama’s and smiling softly down at him. hinata finally forces himself to look away when oikawa caresses kageyama’s cheek and dipping down to kiss him.

“you understand now?” a gruff voice asks him. hinata searches for the face of that voice. it’s iwaizumi.

oh.

it makes sense, now that hinata thinks it back.

one, kageyama is never in a bad mood whenever they have a match with chuo’s university, not even when he’s lost.

two, kageyama doesn’t come back to their apartment one night, and when he comes to morning practice the next day, he is wearing this hideous mint shorts that could not possibly belongs to him. just who the hell decided to go to the store and buy mint-colored anything? its outrages if you ask hinata.

three, he’s just generally in a good mood lately. he mentally takes back the comment about how his smile is scary.

four, he’s somehow interested in planetariums and aliens? hinata found it really weird when he accidentally stumbled upon kageyama’s open laptop and tokyo’s planetarium website flashes on.

five, he once heard kageyama asked yachi, in hushed whispers, what to do when he doesn’t quite like this person latching on this other person. hinata rolled his eyes then, and asking him if he was jealous. the blush on kageyama’s face should’ve been a dead giveaway, then. he isn’t sure why he didn’t pick it up at the time.

he thinks he understands now. kageyama’s not being weird. he’s just. in love.

#oikage #happy birthday oikawa #love my in love babies so much T_T

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enygma0710 · 6 years

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First Line Meme

RULES: List the openings of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

Tagged by @thescarletgarden1990 and @drakhus thanks luvs :D

Ya’ll, I really had to dig for these… my writing spans YEARS! Were talking disc drives, so many fics are lost to time, ah well.

The first two are from Harry Potter, the others are Game of Thrones. I’ve only published 2 stories, one is a multi chapter, the other a one shot. The others are fics I’m working on or were finished and I never posted them.

1. Edgedancer of Madness- Harry Potter (posted WIP)

"That will be two pints of best, one banger and mash, two butterbeers, and one steak and kidney pie." The table nodded in unison. Shoving the quill in her bun, Ginny left the table to place the order. The usual pub banter of the Leaky Cauldron was replaced with the boisterous conversations of Wimbourne Wasps' fans celebrating their victory over fierce rivals, the Appleby Arrows

2. Untitled End of the War drabble, (Never released Harry Potter)

In all their turbulent lives, they had never seen such a beautiful sight. The pale hues of morning peeked on the receding curtain of night. An innocent scent wafted into the air while the four stood and watched as the ramshackle house they’d all come to call home became slowly engulfed in the sun’s light. Ron made the first move as he pulled Hermione towards the home that nurtured their love so long ago. Ginny smiled and admired the emerald eyed wizard standing next to her. He looked down and squeezed her hand. “I guess this is the end,” he whispered, smiling wistfully.

Ginny shook her head, “No, Harry. This is just the beginning.”

3: When you least expect it: Game of Thrones (one shot, complete/posted)

The convention floor at the fifteen annual Blackwater Comic Con was humid to say the least, but that was the last thing on Jon’s mind as he flipped through the comic book bin in front of him.

“Jon?” Sam held up a comic book.

Jon squinted, shaking his head. “No, I already have that one.”

Sam shrugged, placing the comic on his growing stack. Jon returned to the box in front of him.

“I’m off to catch the Lego panel. Are you coming?”

“No, I’ll catch up with you at the Steranko panel.” Jon replied.

4. Gaze into the Abyss (WIP, multi-chapter Game of Thrones, Jonerys)

The earpiece in his right ear chirped three times, “Go ahead.”

“It’s two clicks to the northeast, you should be hitting the perimeter in a few minutes.”

Jon tapped his ear piece and motioned his team to continue. Grenn was to his right and Tormund to the left with Edd covering the rear. Jon heard a snap to his left and held up his hand. The men stopped and listened. Tormund gestured to the furry foxlike creature that darted in front of them as the culprit that had disturbed the forest floor.

“Alright boys, according to the Halfhand, there is perimeter check just a few feet ahead. This is the first of several barriers,” Pyp’s voice sounded through their earpieces. Grenn stepped forward and sprayed the air with pressurized liquid nitrogen, briefly exposing a beam of red light, indicating the perimeter.

“This is some serious security for a dodgy crackpot, eh?”

5. Once in a Lifetime (WIP, Game of Throne, Jonerys)

“Hey Targaryen, are you busy?”

Daenerys looked away from the patient chart she was charting vitals in and saw Irri standing in front of her leaning over the nurses station. “Yes, but that’s never stopped you before.”

“I need your help, one of my patients in the ICU is due for a dressing change and no one does dressing changes like my favorite pediatric nurse.” Irri grinned.

“Ha! That’s because you know I like my dressings to look perfect. What’s wrong with the patient?”

“Induced coma from head trauma with shrapnel chest wounds. I normally wouldn’t have a problem doing them, but he just finished a round of antibiotics because they got infected so…”

Alright these are drafted scenes that could either be a one shot or develop into something more, haven’t a clue, these are just the result of my overactive imagination.

6.New Year eves One shot (unfinished scene, GoT)

“Damnit, what now?” Daenerys’s threw down her pen to answer her phone. “Yes?”

“Sorry Ms. Targaryen, I know you said you did not want to be interrupted but I just received a notice from the court, the jury has ruled in our favor…you won.”

Daenerys smiled. “Good, I will inform our clients, When is the sentencing?”

“The judge is delaying it until the new year, after two weeks of deliberations. He said we could all use a break. He’s ordered Kraznys to be held without bail until sentencing.” Jorah answered.

“Good, thank you again for all your help with this Jorah.” She glanced at the clock, finally noticing the time. “Has Mr. Lannister left for the day?”

Jorah laughed. “Yes as soon as he got the news, Tyrion left with a bottle of wine to celebrate. He is picking up the tab downstairs, will you be joining us?”

She thought about it for a minute. “We’ll see, I have a few things to finish up before the winter holiday.”

7. Untitled one shot (unfinished scene, GoT)

“That was brutal,” Robb walked into their shared living room and flopped back on the couch with a huff. “Remind me why I decided to re-take Trigonometry and Math Analysis again?”

“Because you pissed away the fall semester and your mother demanded you re-take it,” Jon answered from behind his laptop.

Robb nodded and shot up from his seat, he walked into their small kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator. “Is there any Guinness left?”

“If there isn’t any on the bottom shelf, then Theon finished it last night after his final.” Jon raked his eyes over the paper he had spent the better part of two weeks working on. It was almost there but not yet.

“You still working on that paper?” Ron slid into the seat across from him. “When do you turn it in?”

“Seven,” Jon flipped through his notebook and began to search for a reference that his paper is missing.

Robb whistled. “Tick-tock, brother. You have t-minus 30 minutes”

Jon glared at his brother before return to his notes. Robb held his hands up, smirking as he backed away. “Just make sure you’re ready for tonight. Theon’s having his finals party tonight at 10.”

My conclusions:

I drop you right in the scene or action, no work up or nothing. I give no hints about what the hell is going on in the opening scene and tend to keep the reader that way until the story calls for more info. I prefer to open with the POV character talking or being spoken too. I thought I only like writing female POVs but I did a damn good job with Jon on two of these fics, even surprising myself.

Im cruel, I like to pull the reader along, to a page turner good old mystery, but I do give hints if the reader catches them.

I think everyone has been tagged so if you see this and want to do it, say I tagged you.

#first line meme #tagging meme #im working on Edgedancer I swear #the other two jonery fics will be coming out in october

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titconao3 · 6 years

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The WIP talk

So apparently there’s talk again about how not reading WIP is the cause of fandom collapse or whatever (i feel we are a bee colony ;-)... not that it’s a new debate under the fandom sun!

As a reader, i don’t do WIP - i like reading in one go, to the end; and unfinished works make me sad. More reasons later ;-)

As a ficcer, i do not post WIP either, for several reasons: 1/ i don’t like the idea of inflicting them on readers, even though i know some don’t mind, and that readers have agency and can choose to wait like i do. i never said i was 100% rational ;-) but thinking i might leave something unfinished online really bugs me. 2/ i tinker all bits of a fic constantly, add call-backs, etc; so it just... wouldn’t work for me. 3/ i’d, maybe, feel like i am asking for more than my fair share of feedback (as i said: maybe not 100% rational, but that’s how i feel about it). These are also the reasons why i don’t talk publicly about things i am, or not, writing.

But really, as a reader again, seeing again and again those “i don’t get enough feedback!” “if no one comments then i won’t write any more!” “here’s how to write deep, insightful feedback!” “you don’t deserve fics if you don’t leave feedback!” “kudos / short comments don’t count!” is really making everyone stress out about it. Now, reading can become a chore, with the constant MUST COMMENT sword hanging over my head; and here i am, thinking about what to say (is it insightful and original and positive enough?), how to say it, do i have time to leave a comment... and a chore is not what fandom should be. Not every reader has all the spoons to do that for every fic, not every reader will deal well with a WIP - maybe they need to check the ending first (i know i do), maybe they don’t want to commit to a potentially unfinished story because it’s stressful, maybe they like being engrossed in a story from start to finish... Who are we to judge other people? Isn’t it already gift enough when someone leaves kudos? When someone thinks your story looks good enough that they clicked it?

Of course, i love getting comments... but guilting people into it just makes me want to stop reading fic (counterproductive, isn’t it? because i’m sure not going to comment if i haven’t even read it...), and even less likely to talk about my writing because i feel like i’m begging for feedback / encouragement and i don’t want to bore people even before they’ve started reading the fic i’m working on ;-)

Just let people do themselves, maybe? i mean we tend to agree that with kids, dogs etc positive reinforcement works best...?

#writing #reading #fic #fanfic #fandom

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amoristt · 7 years

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Not My Boyfriend | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

Anonymous asked: CAN YOU DO NATHAN X READER (FLUFF 15) PLEASE! ;U; AND MAYBE A FLUFFY KISS TOO!

sure thing! this was a lot of fun to write :3 hope you guys like it! the prompt is, “He’s not my boyfriend!”

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

Not My Boyfriend

A bird landing inches away from you was a softly lived moment. Fingers that were previously punching numbers into a calculator froze. You barely moved to look up from your homework, all those menacing papers sprawled haphazardly over the wooden picnic table, as to not scare it. It was small, barely larger than the palm of your hand. It’s eyes were beady and unexpecting, it’s wings tucked safely against its fat little body. It hopped from one spot to another, occasionally leaning forward to tilt it’s little head at your calculous. If not for the lack of color in it’s eyes you’d have thought it was confused by your scribbled text.

“Me too,” You breathed, and just that little sound scared it away. You watched it go all the way until it disappeared behind a hefty building, red with bricks and green with vines creeping up the edges. A disinterested sigh passed your lips, your mind bored and exhausted from grinding it’s gears all day. It was noon and you were halfway done with your work, but there was still a small pile of papers that demanded your attention. Even the sight of them made your headache worsen, the pulsing racing in between your temples.

Spring break had come to a sorrowful end. Goodbye sleeping in, goodbye staying out late, and hello school life once again. The eraser of your pencil tapped against your lips idly, fingers itching to do anything than continue writing. You missed summer vacation so much it felt like it was a dull ache in the pit of your chest.

Surviving winter was hard for a summer lover like you, and you spent most of your christmas and winter breaks holed up in your dorm once you came back from visiting family. You weren’t alone there of course, either with your few select friends or your boyfriend, but you’d rather have died than went outside in the snow and freezing cold.

You smiled at the memory, though. You hated winter but staying inside wasn’t bad. Watching movies wrapped in blankets, the taste of hot cocoa on your tongue, the feeling of an arm slung over your shoulder. Half of the time you were never even focused on the movie playing, too caught up in the lips pressed against your own, the hand tugging through your hair, the taste of him.

Nathan Prescott.

Kissing Nathan outside of a party was like spotting the wildest rose, beautiful but distant. Never outside the walls of your dorm did he trace the shape of your jaw, kiss at your collar bones, or let his palms glide down the valley of your back. With soft background noise and a blanket he let himself feel you wherever he pleased, and you welcomed it. He himself wasn’t too much of a fan of the feeling, sometimes recoiling when you touched at him, but he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your skin. Even subconsciously his hands would drift as close at they could, briskly grazing you.

Outside, however, was another story. In solitude he was never the iron-clad, hard headed asshole his reputation so easily displayed him out to be. He was sarcastic, sharp, and he was far from sickly sweet, but he wasn’t Arcadia Bays’ infamous Nathan Prescott. He was your Nathan. He was your Nathan that kissed you on your shoulders but also laughed when you fell off the bed. He was your Nathan that took photos of you, made you look like an angel, but he also was your Nathan that would sometimes draw devil horns on them.

In the winter he was your Nathan that snuck into your room and brought you cocoa, and in the summer he would ‘accidentally’ lose the key he stole from you in order to lock you outside for the day.

He had many sides to him, sides that no one would get to know, but he wasn’t evil. Devious, almost annoyingly so at times, but never… Malicious. Of course he could be, and you knew that. He could be the most volatile person to walk the halls of Blackwell should he want to, but when it came to you he would sneak along the hallways, slip into your room quiet as a mouse uninvited just because he ‘felt like it’. Truth be told, he missed you.

In your back pocket your phone vibrated, making you realize you’d drifted deeper into thought than you had intended. Without even looking at the notification you were already smiling- you knew who it was. Sure enough when you retrieved the device his name lit up clear as day, ‘yorkie’. It was a teasing remark you’d called him once while comparing him to dogs, and you settled on yorkie because they’re small but act like demons. He wasn’t too thrilled over the choice but you thought it was funniest shit, so you ran with it.

When you learned your relationship with Nathan would have to be hidden from the school, you chose the first nickname that came into your head for his contact.

‘where r u?’

Before typing out your reply you gave a quick look-see around, making sure it was just you at the lonesome, miniature park. When it was first built it was overflowing with kids, but soon parents learned that 2 swings, a merry go round, and a few picnic tables wouldn’t suffice for entertainment. Without the shrill cries of toddlers and kids, you’d found it made an excellent study spot.

‘park. catching up on some hw rn.’ You leaned forward, elbows resting on the scratchy wooden surface. ‘why :0? anything up?

He replied almost instantly, a simple ‘nah. dont go anywhere, im gunna b there soon.’

‘wouldnt dream of it. see u soon’

You set the phone to the side and sighed, looking down at both your finished and unfinished work. It taunted you, and you swore it sounded like they were laughing when a warm breeze sent a few pieces fluttering. Drained, you started to gather all of the worksheets up, stacking them atop each other and then scooting them down the table. It almost physically hurt when you grabbed an unfinished sheet, the words ‘chemistry’ causing you to inwardly groan in defeat. With all this work you cursed your past self for not doing it bit by bit over break in order to avoid a situation like this.

By the time Nathan arrived, hands shoved in his pockets and his head ducked down like a stalking cat, you had gone through 2 more sheets and your headache had doubled. You waved a worn-out hello when he came into your view, and he took a look at your current state of being and shook his head.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, hopping onto the seat beside you. “You’re actually doing this all?”

“Course I am,” You added one more sheet to the finished pile. “I do want to get good grades, you know.”

Nathan leaned on one arm, his angular chin propped by an even more angular hand. “Just cheat like everyone else.”

“The last time you suggest that I failed entirely.” Although you tried to sound scolding, all that came out was an airy chuckle. He rolled his eyes and his hand fell, his other coming up to join beside it. You grinned at him. “Is this too boring for you or something?”

“Actually?” he jumped up and sat on top of the picnic table rather than on the seat. With a look of almost disgust he read over the last sheet you’d finished. “Yeah, this is boring as fuck. What’s with the stack?”

A moan of anguish found it’s way out. “I was stupid and decided to procrastinate until last minute.”

“Why ever would you do that?” Nathan hummed, not looking up from your worksheet even when a knowing, sly grin took over his lips. You fought the urge to smack his knee.

“Not funny,” your pencil drew light circles at the corner of your paper. “This is seriously stressing me out.”

“So take a break then,” Nathan hopped down beside you again, his nimble fingers snatching the pencil right from your fingers. You wanted to argue, reach out and grab it, but you lacked the energy and motivation. Bad move, you learned, because the minute he stole your pencil he started writing crude phrases on the wood.

As he wrote you laughed, clicking your tongue and shaking your head. “You know kids see this shit, right?”

“Yeah, so?” He draw two circles beside each other and you rolled your eyes before he finished the piece. “Not like they know what it means anyways.”

“Yes but the parents do.”

“Oh no,” He leaned back again to admire his ugly work. “I’m so scared of little Tommy and his deadbeat, soccer mom.”

“Give me that back.” You swiped your pencil back now that he was finished, but the thought of returning to your work was a heavy one. Once again you cursed at your past self for thinking this would somehow all work out in the end. In the corner of your eyes you saw Nathan start to fidget with something he pulled from his pocket, and at that point you were desperate for something to gain your attention. “What’s that?”

He looked up at you briefly before turning back down to his item, then he set it out in front of him. It was a small camera it seemed, and cheaper than the rest of his devices, and it looked to be an instant camera along with that.

“I thought you were more into computer developed shots?”

Nathan used his sleeve to wipe at the camera's lens, then he shrugged. “I am, and believe me I wouldn’t be using his hipster piece of shit if I didn’t have to.”

Leaning forward you watched him toy around with the buttons. “So what’s it for then?”

“Photos, duh.” You shoved playfully at his shoulder and he smirked teasingly. “It’s something about the lighting I guess. Got a tip from a friend that instant cameras take the best candid shots.”

“Better candids, huh?” Slowly you reached out and grabbed at the camera, and Nathan surprisingly let you. Probably because he had little regard for the items’ safety- he could just get a new one. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.” In an instant you’d reached the camera out, facing it towards you and Nathan, and he rolled his eyes but slung his arm around you none the less. However, unfortunately, he put up his middle finger as well.

Still, you took the shot, and for a moment a light blinded you. Then the picture developed and slid out from the bottom, your fingers reaching out to snatch the pic and then shake it quickly. It was warm like freshly printed paper, and if not for the fact that Nathan’s middle finger was up it would have been a pretty light hearted and sweet image, something you’d hang up in your room.

“Don’t show that to anyone,” Nathan said, and it was disheartening to know why. He tried to sound teasing, the words playing a jesting ‘i look bad there’, but it was deeper.

Your relationship was a secret to the outside community, a spectacle only you and him could observe. Sometimes it was okay, as it made you feel special. Only you knew the things you and him did behind closed doors, only you knew the feeling of the pads of his fingers trailing over your goosebump riddled skin. Only you knew the softness of his lips, the sharp angles of his jaw, and how dewy-eyed he got when you woke up beside each other. Other times a shallow and cold feeling tugged at your chest. Albeit never questioning why he chose to keep everyone in the dark, you knew he had his reasons and you weren’t going to pressure him on them. But… You still wondered. A million ideas would race through your head at night. Why, why why. However your qualms were quick to be distinguished when he’d show up at your dorm and find his way under your blankets, his body lean but radiating like a furnace.

The picture was still warm against your fingertips, and you smiled down at it. “Why not?” You playfully whined, both seriously and teasingly. “You look so cute here.”

Nathan rolled his eyes and tried to grab at the picture but you were too quick, leaning away from him and taking the photo of out his reach. He tried again, this time leaning over you in the process, but you got up and rose your eyebrows.

“Don’t make me chase you,” He narrowed his eyes, but they were anything but angry. He was enjoying himself. “We both know how that always ends up.” Waving the photo tauntingly in the air, he started to get up from his seat. The moment his feet touched ground you jumped, running left then right while knowing he was hot on your trail.

It was always so jarring how much faster he was than you. In seconds he was grasping at your shoulders, fingers catching the fabric, and you were turned to face him. Thanks to your speed you almost fell backwards but you caught his shoulders, managing to regain your footing. He was grabbing at the image and you kept it held close, a laugh rising at the feeling of his fingers poking at your skin. His footing faltered and you took it as a moment to make your gleeful escape, but he caught your wrist and stopped you from going too far. Although fast, he lacked endurance, and he was out of breath as he wrapped his arms around your waist to stop you from going anywhere. You swatted at his chest and squirmed, but found yourself trapped.

“Photo, now.” He demanded with a grin in knowing he had you caught.

You opened your mouth to tell him never, but another voice halted you.

“What’s all this?”

In that moment both yours and Nathan’s blood ran cold. He was so quick to let you go, the force making you stumble before you stilled and stared at the two figures approaching with wide, fearful eyes. Nathan seemed more irritated than afraid like you, and his hands balled into fists. God damn it, his eyes said, and you felt your stomach drop at the thought of him being upset over the fact that he’d been caught messing around with you.

Two teens, Blackwell students by the looks of their jackets, were close now. Your stomach churned when you recognized the speakers short brown hair, his red jacket that mimicked Nathan’s. Logan Robertson. Beside him you recognized Zachary, a slightly nicer but still equally malicious football player.

You and Nathan traded looks in knowing full well where this was going.

“You and ___?” Logan started in a taunting tone. “Never thought you for the type to go for the underdogs.”

Zachary leaned his head back to laugh before he spoke up too. “Gotta say it’s smart, Nate. The nobodies are so easy to pick up.”

The words hurt but you didn’t dare argue back. Your relationship was a secret, and it would be the end of the world if those two morons found out about it. With sand in your throat you swallowed down your pride, remembering the fact that yours and Nathan’s relationship was at stakes. He meant too much for you to lose just because two dickheads wanted to cause drama.

“That’s not-- We aren’t-” You stumbled over your words as you frantically tried to find out a way to explain what they had seen. Carefully you hid the photo behind your back. “We were just-”

Logan snickered. “We were- We were just- we- we- we- Spit it out, sister!”

“Studying!” Your tongue felt heavy. Nathan rose a brow and you squeezed your eyes shut at the vague and thin lie.

Zachary crossed his arms, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. “Bullshit. We all know Nathan Prescott doesn’t study.”

“Yes the fuck I do!” He chided, seeming personally offended by the jocks statement. “I study all the damn time, which is what you two lemmings should be doing too.”

“Since when do you care about class? You hardly even bother to show up half the time.” Logan said, and you swallowed thickly at the scene starting to play out in front of you. Logan’s eyes found you and he scoffed. “Don’t tell me ___’s the type of person to force her boyfriend into being good.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. They knew. They knew, they knew, they knew, and yours and Nathan’s relationship was as good as over. Your chest felt like it was concaving and you acted out as quickly as your racing brain could allow you too.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You blurted. It was loud and forced, but it left all three of them stunned for a moment.

Among of all them, Nathan seemed the most taken aback.

You didn’t stay long enough for them to poke more at your words, pivoting off your heel and barreling straight for your papers. From the wind a few had blown from your pile and you carelessly grabbed at them, shoving and crumpling them into your bag. Nathan was saying something from where he stood but you weren't listening, already slinging your bag over your shoulder and taking your leave.

Suddenly the photo you still held in your hand felt like it weighed a ton.

It was a few hours until you managed the courage to text him again.

Though now riddled with a bad memory you were right back at the park, this time without the anchor of your school bag or the headache from equations. No, all you had with you was your phone, your wallet, and that damn photo. You’d forgotten that on the way home you shoved it into your pocket and upon returning to the park to relax, it crossed your mind again. Although planning to spend some time alone, the sight of you and him happy together made you do something you’d been thinking about for months.

Step one of your emotionally drenched plan was to invite him to the park, and it was an invite he took without argument. Something felt off in his text, it felt… careful, like he knew exactly what was coming. A storm brewed in your gut.

The wait for him to show up was a relentless one, and the whole time you considered the idea of backing out, but it seemed fate would have it otherwise because when you picked your phone up to text him ‘nevermind’ you saw the photo again. It sat on your lap like a brand, and you set your phone back down beside you and groaned. This could be the end or a very fruitful beginning.

Step two was put into motion when he arrived, spotting you on the merry go round where he took a seat beside you. He was smooth in his motions, much more thoughtful than he was earlier. The way he glanced side to side before approaching you did not go unnoticed.

With the hours that passed the sun fell, and now that it was early in the evening everything was saturated in a brilliant gold thanks to the setting sun. If not for the ton of bricks that rolled around in your stomach you would have appreciated the scenery a bit more, but the nausea welling in your throat couldn’t be overridden by pretty clouds or the golden hour.

“What’s up?” He asked, breaking the silence you formed unawarely. He was anxious with his words, like he was expecting some life changing news on your behalf.

You shrugged casually despite the raging fire in your head. The last thing you wanted to do was rile him up. “I just,” The sand formed in your throat again and you almost gagged on it. “Wanted to talk about something.”

“Earlier?”

Lips pressed into a tight line, you nodded glumly. He made a noise of distress and leaned back, his gaze unset and unfocused.

“Look, they’re assholes, but I don’t think they’re gonna go telling everyone shit about me and you.”

“That’s not it,” You shook your head and pressed your hand against your throbbing temple. “The thing is, I don’t care if people know.”

“You seem pretty fucked up about it, though.”

“That’s because I know you wanted to keep it some big secret.”

Nathan took note of your words, eyeing you with knit brows. “I don’t want us to be some ‘big secret’, that’s just kind of how it has to go.”

“Why?” Your hands fell against your lap and you frowned up at him, but he wasn’t looking. “Why do we have to keep everything to ourselves?”

“Why does it matter so much?” He finally looked down at you, his expression tight, his jaw leveled. “What we’re doing is working out just fucking fine, isn’t it?”

You sighed. “Yeah, yeah it’s working.”

“Then what's the big issue?”

“It just-” you ran a hand through your hair roughly, trying to find the right words. “I don’t see why we can’t tell anyone! I mean yeah it’s fine, we’re working, but just- tell me why it’s so important that no one knows.”

“Because you'd fucking hate it if everyone knew!” His voice held so many emotions, but the two most prominent was the obvious anger and the less obvious worry. “Believe me, ___ if people found out you were involved with me you’d run for the fucking hills.”

You blinked at him, lips parted. “Why would I leave you?”

“Are you serious?” He looked down at his lap. “God, you’d get attacked. Maybe not physically but fuck, you’d get ripped into. Do you want to end up like me?”

Your gaze lowered to your legs, the photograph on your lap. “You seem to handle it just fine.”

“If you call drinking and starting fights ‘just fine’ then hell yeah I’m doing great.” He picked at his pants absently. “Never better.”

“Nathan,” You looked up at him. “I don’t care what people say about me. The years almost over, highschool drama is highschool drama. It doesn’t matter in the real world.”

Nathan groaned, rubbing his cheeks with his hands in stress. “It goes way further than that.”

“So what then?” That heat rose to your cheeks but it wasn’t accompanied by the fluttering of your heart. No, it was anger, a sinking and hot stone that ground against your bones. “We just date in the shadows where everythings nice and fucking cozy?”

“What’s wrong with that!”

“Everything!” Now it was your turn to rub at your face, irritated and huffy. “I don’t want to have to constantly feel like I’m being watched when I’m with you! I don’t want to have to worry about seen all the time, and I sure as hell don’t want to keep feeling like you’re ashamed to be with me!” You were talking so quickly, so fervently, you forgot to think before you spoke. You blurted out a thought that had eating away at you, and he gaped at you for it.

“You think I’m ashamed of you?” He asked, voice low and hissing. “That’s what you think this is about?”

You swallowed thickly and tried to eat the lump forming in your throat. “Sometimes.”

Nathan’s features softened, and he leaned back to look up at the sky. “___, that’s not… Shit, that’s not what this is about.” He sighed. “I just don’t want you to get all hurt because some hipster bitch won’t leave you alone. The thought of you going off and leaving me because of drama sucks.”

“I wouldn’t leave you over that.” You croaked. “I wouldn’t.”

“It’s easy to say that now.” He said, mostly to himself, but you responded anyways.

“I wouldn’t leave you over pointless shit, Nathan.” Using your sleeves you wiped roughly at your eyes. “I just want to- I just wanna be able to do shit with you outside my room is all.”

“What can we do outside your room that we can’t inside?”

You shrugged. “It’s different outside.” Through the ever growing blurriness of your vision, you looked up at him.

Nathan’s eyes seemed farther away, facing into the trees that surrounded the dingy little park. His silence was deafening and fear crept under your skin, made your face heat up in anxiety. You felt like you’d screwed up pretty badly, like you’d ruined something. The lack of an answer, even if it was just an irritated sigh, made you antsy. When your lips parted to speak up he beat you to it.

“If you can handle it,” He started, closing his eyes, giving in. “Then sure, whatever.”

You blinked at him slowly, processing. The thought of being open with him made your chest feel like it was filled with cotton. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. If you really don’t care then…” His eyes opened, and they were almost golden with the setting sun's reflection. “Then I don’t either.”

A smarter part of you knew that you shouldn’t be as starstruck as you were. Being with Nathan had a price, and it was a damaging one. It was easy to claim that you didn’t mind some harassment here and there since you were alone, safe with him, but what would happen when you were alone? You weren’t the strongest, you weren’t the fastest. You didn’t want to use Nathan’s name as a shield, either. If some asshole decided to make your day hell then you were stuck.

But, a dumber, romantic part of you, didn’t care. So much of you wanted to touch him, fingers longing to lock and intertwine with his own. Nathan was bony and uncomfortable yet your heart stuttered at hugging him, leaning against him, lying beside him. He was so closed off and guarded that when he finally did open up bits of himself you greedily couldn’t get enough.

“Good,” you breathed. Words tumbled against the tip of your tongue but they couldn’t take shape, your lips moving to try and force another sentence out. That same dry and full feeling returned and it was a miracle you could even speak at all when you asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Nathan was caught off guard. You could see it in his eyes, the way they zeroed in on you before shifting back to nothing in particular. Beneath you the merrygoround creaked as it barely moved. When he looked at you, uncertain, you swallowed thickly and readied yourself to apologize. However, you didn’t need to. He nodded once and ducked beneath the railing, and you met him halfway with your heart thudding in your chest.

It was a quick kiss, chaste and rather plain, but it was more than enough. He molded against you perfectly in those few seconds, his eyes closed and shoulders relaxed. Before it ended your fingers twitched to reach out and grab some part of him, hold him close, but he broke away before you managed to. Albeit having kissed before, this one felt different. You and Nathan had been lip locked for hours on end it seemed sometimes, wrapped around one another to the point where you had no idea where you started and he ended. However this wasn’t like those times. This kiss was shy and sensitive, and when you finally opened your eyes he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

“How was that?” He asked suddenly, his sentence rushed and wavery. You smiled and reached out to gently take the fabric of his jacket in your hand.

“Again.”

Once more Nathan looked down at you but his previous expression was gone, his qualms away with it. Oddly affectionate, warm even, a sight that you’d come to know but didn’t get to see quite often. He ducked under the bar again and just like before you met him halfway, your lips meeting more intense than they had before. This kiss you recognized. It was the type of kiss you felt when he was in a calmer state of mind, usually met when he’d just woken up from a long nap, or when he decided to get loving during a night in your dorm.

It was tender, and softer than anything you’d even known. He didn’t pull away moments later this time- if anything he deepened the kiss with a tilt of his head in the process. You fisted his jacket and tried to scoot closer to him, but found you were separated from the railing placed in between your bodies.

When you and him broke apart the last thing on your mind was the fact that you were still out in the open, able to be seen by whomever happened to be around. Instead you were focused on the light dusting of pink on his cheeks, and the way that his eyes darted from your own to something else in timidity. You realized that as much as this was new to you, it was even more new to him. He’d probably never had a public relationship before, not one that worked out anyways.

You grinned, a giggling laugh slipping past your lips. He scoffed at your bubbliness and rolled his eyes, shifting back onto his side of the railing and shaking his head. Still you saw beyond the action, taking mental note of the way his lips seemed to make an effort as to not curl up into a smile.

Shards of the sun leaked through the trees, now fat with leaves as they should be, and they painted the side of his face. The merry go round creaked again as it slowly spun, your shoes lightly digging into the wood chips on the ground. Nathans hand rested close to your own, and it felt like he was wordlessly inviting you. Tentatively, as if reaching out to pet an animal, you brushed your fingers along his scarred knuckles and felt them twitch. He didn’t move his hand away like he used to when you’d accidentally brush yours against his own. Those moments stung, and now this would be the bandage.

The ride stopped drifting in circles, you watched the treelines beside Nathan, and you held his hand.

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