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sukiglycerin · 3 years

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the scrapbook documenting denki kaminari and his experiences with love, subtlety, and volumes of manga || denki kaminari.

* pairing: denki kaminari x oblivious!reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, normal conflict(??) but not much, uni!au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots to lovers

* words: 4.5k

* warnings: brief scenario of intoxication, mentions of maidgirls (one of them has a gun because mey-rin from kuroshitsuji), reader has past bad experiences with relationships, bakusquad is supportive af, reader is oblivious (duh), i love sero, side kiribaku

* original request: Can you do a fluff Denki crushing on the reader but the reader is really oblivious to him just badly flirting and bakusquad gets annoyed and helps them get together 😳

* a/n: this turned out much longer than expected, but i’m satisfied with the turn-out! i call this a “scrapbook” because it’s like a collection of short moments. i’m experimenting with this writing style, so i hope you enjoy it! i started writing reader by basing them off of this one pretty girl i know (and very much like), but then reader started morphing into me projecting myself and oh boy. yeah. fun fact: i actually own the kuroshitsuji manga volume with the maidgirl on the cover (volume 22).

“please don’t like me,” is the first thing you say to denki kaminari. you don’t know who he is, though, when you say these words. all you know is that he’s presumably a college student like you and that he’s quite extroverted. behind him stand three of his friends giggling to themselves. it’s apparent they’re playing a practical joke.

the first thing the blond boy said to you was, “hey, you’re cute, i like you.” that was thirty seconds ago, after you’d put your manga down when you noticed his friends pushing him towards you.

he cracks a grin upon your response. “alright.” he puts his hands up in mock surrender. “the point still stands - you’re cute.” his eyes fall to the manga you set down. “hey- is that detective conan?”

it’s an old, worn copy of detective conan’s first volume.

“oh, yeah,” you reply.

“can i see it?” he asks. you nod.

he picks up the book, surprisingly gentle with its fading corners and creased spine.

"i used to read the series all the time," he says quietly, reliving a memory in his eyes. "i always tried to solve the crime before conan."

you're not sure what to answer, but he introduces himself before you can.

"i'm kaminari, by the way." he slips a piece of paper in your manga, setting the book down on your table. "text me."

“please don’t fall in love with me,” is the first thing you whisper to denki kaminari, hushed under the sheets in mina’s room. you're surprised he can hear you over the quiet murmurings of a ghibli movie playing on the tv; you're surprised he's awake.

“okay,” and it’s the first promise he’s ever broken, voice all low and hoarse from the after-effects of prolonged silence.

(maybe he should've feigned sleep, he later thinks, as his heart stupidly falls and crashes clumsily into love. maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all.)

he turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling. it's dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars mina and sero had impulsively hung up one friday evening instead of studying. there's a couple moons, too, which bakugou had frowned upon, stating, "where are we, jupiter? there's only one moon orbiting earth." kirishima laughed.

from the sound of shuffling sheets and a quick glance next to him, denki can tell you're now laying on your back, too. he almost makes a comment about you copying him. he stares at the faux stars overhead, not tired enough to close his eyes and allow sleep it's victory for the night. there's not much to do while awake at the moment other than strain his ear to decipher to the tv's audio. his throat feels dry, but he's not motivated enough to sit up to grab a water bottle. anyway, he supposes you and he are staring at the same sky, in a cheesy way. he remembers reading something like that in a book.

he kills the time and his aching mind by finding stupid constellations in the stick-on stars. there's a slightly distorted dipper of some sort, and a heart. there's a lot of squares. there's a shape he passes off as orion, but he knows anyone a tad more into astronomy than him would gasp at the abstract shape and completely dismiss its resemblance to orion.

eventually, your breathing slows to a rhythmic pace beside him. the logical part of his mind tells him to sleep now that you, too, are sleeping. he doesn't know why he waited for you to be asleep first. one pentagon constellation later, kaminari allows sleep's gaze to wash over and envelope him. the ghibli movie is still playing.

it seems that his friends have beat him, somehow, to the conclusion that denki kaminari has a bit of a crush on you. it's childish, really. he shouldn't like you, recalling your first words to him. they struck you apart from other people he'd met. back then, though, he never seriously thought about you like that. sure, you were conventionally attractive (enough for him to approach you to give you his number), but it was all in good fun. that's what you were, too, for the longest time: good fun and a friend.

until one day, glances lingered for too long while you weren't looking. one day, kaminari's jokes became more and more aimed for you, to hear your laughter in his ears. one day, kaminari realizes he has your usual coffee and bubble tea order memorized, when he can barely remember his own.

he pretends all of it is completely normal, but mina assures him differently. as does bakugou, which is strange, because he's usually not wrapped up in other people's affairs (when voicing this to the blond, he responded, "it's hard not to notice because you're too damn obvious"). it's kind of hard to ignore when bakugou calls it obvious (he's literally had kirishima pining over him since day one with no notice).

kaminari really does try to ignore the bubbling feeling rising at the bottom of his heart. he really does, but you keep on shaking and shaking his poor heart until it's all fizzy like a bottle of soda. he's weak, okay? one day, he’ll explode.

his friends are all urging him to confess to you already, but he cannot work up the nerve to do so. instead, kaminari drops you obvious hints that he likes you. he doesn't know whether you're completely oblivious to them or if you're deliberately ignoring them.

he's been so painfully obvious, he swears.

he's practically able to write a list of hints he's dropped. he's fairly confident he could publish it as an advice book with the title "how to tell your crush you like them without saying 'i like you.'" by this point, he's the king of obvious subtlety.

the list would go something like this, in no particular order:

pick-up lines

"did it hurt, when you fell-" you were silent, "-from the vending machine? because you're a snack."

silence. absolute radio silence. he was extremely tempted to run away from the sheer awkwardness between the two of you. as he turned to leave and freak out in private, he heard you mumble a belated "thanks," which made everything worth it.

he still left to freak out, though (and plan his next pick-up line to tell you).

manga references

"hey, y/n," kaminari had said one day, after a particular burst of confidence. you hadn't looked up from your book.

"if i were shinichi from detective conan, you'd be ran," he'd said, referencing the main love interests from the manga. "or maybe vice versa. you are the smart one in this relationship..."

you didn't bat an eye. "they never get together, though? shinichi and ran."

"they- they don't?!" he'd sputtered indignantly. he definitely needed to read up his detective conan lore. "but they both like each other?"

"true," you'd replied in typical you fashion, neither letting on whether you did like him or not. well, hey, kaminari had thought. you didn't deny it. progress.

hand size comparison (which was, in reality, just an excuse to kind of hold your hand)

kaminari had smoothly been planning this for weeks (which, according to sero, was a little sad). he'd bring up the topic of hands one day in your daily conversations, then nonchalantly slip a "oh, y/n, let's do a hand size comparison!" he high-fived himself mentally upon the formulation of this genius plan - you'd definitely fall for him (or at least, realize his feelings for you - this state of teetering between do they like me or do they not like me frustrated him for months on end). the perfect opportunity presented itself one day as the two of you lounged in mina’s room (which, at this point, had become you and your friends’ hangout spot) studying.

“wow, you type fast,” kaminari remarked as he pretended to innocently look up from the “work” (changing his laptop wallpaper for the tenth time that day) he was doing. you were focused on your work, sitting on mina’s bed with your laptop propped up by a pillow on your lap. you’d barely registered his words, judging by the way your eyebrows scrunched and how you looked up at him after a slow beat.

“oh, uh, thanks,” you replied. “i’m just copying some text down. i don’t usually type this fas…” you trailed off, eyes widening as you watched kaminari scooching next to you on the bed. he put his hand next to yours, whose fingers still ghosted the keys of your keyboard.

“look,” he said softly, bringing your hands up to eye level. “hand size comparison.” it was breathed out belatedly, but your crystalline eyes didn’t leave his. he started to curve his fingers in between yours, holding your hand so tenderly. he really, really didn’t want to let go. “we fit.” it was a whisper he wasn’t sure you could hear - did he want you to hear it? “like… a puzzle,” he added awkwardly.

you nodded, dazed, slowly bending your fingers over his. he rocked your clasped hands side to side, a fond feeling creeping through his limbs. it was warm and tingly - and maybe it was contagious. could you feel it too, buzzing past his fingertips to you?

precisely three minutes passed before kaminari’s arm started to ache. he didn’t catch your disappointed expression when he let go of your hand, but he did catch the smile that emerged when he held your hand as the sides of your fingers nudged the bed. you didn’t get much work done after that, sitting in silence with him.

brushing your hand in a popcorn bucket

movie nights on fridays were commonplace at mina’s. the plan, this time, was created by kirishima, who said that it was manly with just the right amount of romantic. kaminari hoped so. the movie settled on was some romance flick, as decided by mina, kirishima, and sero’s pleading with a very begrudging bakugou.

he can’t remember much of the movie. what he can remember, however, is the very close presence of you next to him as the two of you shared a popcorn bucket (courtesy of sero’s very romantic ideas). your hands brushed a (purposeful, on kaminari’s end) dozen times throughout the film. the last couple were accidents. on the first time, though, kaminari watched with satisfaction from his peripheral view as you looked from him to the popcorn that obscured the place where your hands made contact. he was very satisfied by the time the movie ended.

truth or drink (which just ended up with you and he both getting very, very drunk)

you didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of sake, but that night was an exception. according to your drunken explanation, you had a very rough day. your exam, first and foremost, did not go particularly well (“who cares about freud!?” you blurted. “i dooooon’t!”). kaminari didn’t have the heart to ask who this freud was. then, one of your close friends confessed to you (which almost made kaminari’s heart stop, when you first recounted it to him), and you had to turn them down. you adamantly refused any sort of relationship, you told kaminari. (“nuh uh,” you shook your head. “they’re not good.”) it was surprising to him that you opened up that night. your first couple drinks left you quieter than usual - which was scary, because kaminari was practically having a conversation with himself then. a couple more drinks loosened your tongue, though.

“there’s someone i like.” you jabbed a finger at him. “but i’m not supposed to saaaay… and it’s scaaary,” you slurred.

“ohh?” kaminari asked, more focused on the burn in the back of his throat. “whooo is it?”

you looked at your arm outstretched to him, and the pieces fell into place slower than they should’ve. he first looked around, just in case he was covering the person you were really pointing to (of course, you and him were the only ones there).

“this guy?" he asked, flabbergasted and pointing to himself. "him?!"

you nodded solemnly. "but i don't like dating," you said stubbornly. "love is dead!" you announced, flopping on the carpet.

kaminari watched the heaving of your breaths as you lay on the ground, and strained his ears to hear your soft, soberish murmuring.

"i really like you, denki kaminari."

a dopish grin formed itself on his face. "i really like you too, y/n."

kaminari then promptly blacked out, but not before hearing you running to the bathroom to throw up.

as of now, he can’t recall anything he or you said that night. on the contrary, he can vividly remember the ringing in his head and the sickly feeling that overtook him the next morning.

"you two are so frustrating!" mina declares over her sweetened iced tea. she points at kaminari, then to you standing with sero in the distance. you’re animatedly talking about some painting (“it’s renoir!” you mooned when you first saw it) while he and the rest of the group sit on a nearby bench.

kaminari puts his hands up. “don’t look at me - i tried my best!”

“yeah, sure,” mina dismisses. “and i’m the queen of england.”

“i mean, they already told me not to like them!” kaminari counters. “what am i supposed to do about that?”

“shoot your shot!” mina urges. “c’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? …wait, don’t answer that.”

“yeah, kaminari, bro,” kirishima puts his elbow on kaminari’s shoulder. “flirt a little bit more.”

“that’s all you two seem to do,” bakugou grumbles from the other side of kirishima.

“you just need a little push,” mina says. kaminari isn’t sure he likes mina’s definition of push.

“i think i’m g-”

“hey, sero, come here!” mina calls to sero in the distance, earning her a couple dirty glances from others in the gallery. “kaminari wants to look at the painting with y/n.”

oh, god, kaminari groans internally. sero, already walking toward the bench, flashes a knowing grin toward him.

“go get ‘em, champ.” sero pats kaminari on the back as the blond stands up, emitting a low, audible groan.

the four on the bench watch as your eyes light up at the approaching kaminari, who’s sheepishly scratching his neck. he says something - then you start again, rambling something about “impressionism” then “salon.” mina watches with clasped, anticipating hands; kirishima’s hand accidentally brushes bakugou’s, who’s holding a juice box and watching the two of you; sero simply smiles with knowledge that the others are unaware of.

“well, what do you think?” you finally ask kaminari, gesturing to the painting.

“uhh,” kaminari says. he was too busy staring at your face - the twinkle in your eyes, the curve of your lips - to pay attention to any of what you’d said. something about impressing and fleeting moments. he looks at the person depicted in the composition, then back to you. he remembers kirishima’s words - flirt a little bit more. it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“i think it’s pretty,” he leans into you, murmuring so he can be sure no one but you and he hears his words, “but it’s definitely not as pretty as you.”

you look down at yourself; then, for whatever reason, to sero. kaminari looks at sero, too, who’s wearing this stupid smile that sets unease in kaminari’s chest. he gives you two big thumbs-up. he’s so confused by sero’s behavior that he barely registers the light sensation of something on his cheek - a kiss. he looks at you, who’s looking away, then to the bench, where his friends are cheering despite the disapproving looks from those around them. he touches his cheek out of disbelief. light swells in his chest - it’s warm, so warm - but your aloof voice brings him back to reality (which really, isn’t much different from a dream).

“kaminari, you’re very red right now.”

“the two of you,” mina exclaims with the two of her hands clasped together in excitement over skype, “should go to a manga cafe!”

kaminari blinks. “as a date?”

“i wasn’t thinking about it like that.” mina nudges him, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “but hey, that works too. i mean, they did kiss y-”

kaminari cuts the pink-haired girl off before she can finish. “is that something… they’d want to do?”

“mmm…. probably,” mina says. “they were reading manga when you first met them right?”

he can vividly remember the somewhat tattered volume of conan, the detective turned little boy who must solve crime while hiding his own identity. really, the wear was only on the soft cover, nudged and peeling on the corners with faded text splayed on the spine. the pages were in crisp condition, he’d noted one day as he (totally, completely discreetly) watched you read the copy again. the bookshelf in your dorm and the stack of books on your desk is littered with different mangas, ranging from the old classics (astroboy) to some newer works (your lie in april). he only remembers this fact because he really, really wants to borrow a copy of black butler (yes, it’s the one with the maid on it. she looks really hot with a gun, okay?). all your manga are well-taken care of, cared for diligently as if each book has a piece of your heart in it. besides, you rarely lend out any (sero once asked to borrow jujutsu kaisen and you very, very reluctantly handed it to him), so he doubts you’d trust him with it.

“hang on, lemme ask sero if they’d be interested in a manga cafe,” mina says, pulling out her phone. “they’ve been close lately,” she mumbles as she types out a quick text to him, a quiet ping letting kaminari know that she’s sent it.

after a pause, mina excitedly reads sero’s reply: “yeah, probably.”

well, that was a definitive answer.

“there’s one nearby here,” mina offers. “hagakure told me good things about it, and she has a knack for finding the best spots in town. i’ll send you the address.”

“you think they’d like it?” kaminari says in an atypical bout of self-consciousness.

“of course,” mina replies instantly. “don’t you see how they look at you?”

usagi manga kissa makes kaminari cringe. it’s not the bunny-themed logo on the top of the building, nor is it the wide assortment of manga lining the walls, nor is it the cozy, soft seats nuzzled in the nooks and crannies of the café. it’s not even the life-sized cardboard cut-outs of various anime maid girls (he actually particularly really likes that detail). it’s the name itself. usagi is fine - kaminari likes bunnies as much as the next guy. manga is fine, too - he wouldn’t be here if not for the manga. the kissa makes him cringe for the most immature of reasons, like a five year old just learning basic english vocabulary. kissa innocently shortens the word kissaten, for cafeteria, but suspiciously sounds like the english word kiss. he does not want to think about kissing as he walks into the café with you, and especially not when the lady at the counter asks if you want a couples’ discount (you say yes, solely because it’s cheaper).

he does not want to think about kissing as he walks next to you, browsing the manga selection and passing the shoujo section that boasts illustrations of happy couples and romantic imagery. he doesn’t want to think about kissing as the two of you walk to a “couple’s” room, you rambling about the plot of the manga you chose and him with some shounen volleyball manga in his hand. kissing is the worst thing to think about as your knee touches his in the cramped apparent two-person room. he is not thinking about kissing at all when you offer him your water bottle, half full, and he’s definitely not thinking about indirect kissing or anything when he takes a sip. that would be crazy.

fortunate for him, his manga is full of not-kissing, so he’s able to somewhat enjoy it without his mind bombarding him with the fact that your face is less than a metre away. as he finishes up the volume, he realizes how much of a middle school student he feels like.

“y/n,” he looks up to you and says. you’re watching an old episode of neon genesis evangelion on the computer provided in the room, the manga you were reading sitting on the table beside the keyboard.

“yeah?” you respond and pause the anime. out of his peripherals, he can see you turn to look at him. he stares at the wall ahead of him, lacking the confidence to face you head-on.

“remember when we first met?” he reminisces.

“the cafe?” you say. “yeah.”

“if… i can ask,” he musters, “why did you say what you did then?”

you pause, taken aback. “i… i don’t know.”

“because,” kaminari starts, and you flinch, “i like you. a-and i know you said not to-”

a ghost has crossed your face. your mouth is agape, as if you suspected his feelings but never thought he’d verbalize them. he wonders what the kiss was about.

“i’m,” you gulp, breath stuttering, “i’m sorry.”

kaminari lied. five days later of zero contact with you, he realizes he’s in deep. he doesn’t like you - he’s in love with you. they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and here he is, sifting through memories he had with you like they’re books. he should probably be studying instead of lying spread eagle on his bed, thinking of you. he can recall a promise made one night and the moment it was broken; he can remember the plastic stars he studied that night, falsely shining and lighting hope within him. he can remember dozens of constellations, half of which were geometric shapes, that he fell asleep to with you at his side. his heart aches, alighting a dull burn within him like a protostar barely able to burn hydrogen.

there’s a polite knock at his door, so he assumes it to be either kirishima or sero. mina always enters unannounced and bakugou is far too brash to knock softly. slowly - almost reluctantly - he sits up in bed, standing up and making his way to the door. he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, telling him that his hair is an absolute mess and in no way presentable. he figures that either kirishima or sero will comment about it, but he never needed to impress them in the first place. turning the knob and opening the door, he’s expecting either of his friends, maybe here to nag him or ask him to come and study or say “hey, why haven’t you spammed the group chat with memes in a while? i missed them.”

he definitely isn’t expecting you, face pulled into a worried expression and lips held in a thin, anticipating line before you meet his eyes. you’re pouring out a waterfall of apologies at a thousand words per second as soon as he opens the door, letting yourself in and hardly taking notice of his bird’s nest hair. he guides you to the couch, attempting to interject and ask you to slow down, but he finds that it sounds rude at any given moment. you’re sitting on the couch, lamentations and explanations spilling from your lips as you grip the plush material of the cushion you sit on, when you finally pause to take a breath. kaminari uses this opportunity to interrupt you.

“woah, woah, woah.” he hesitantly puts a hand on your shoulder. “can you back up?”

“oh, yeah,” you start to move back in your seat and kaminari stifles a laugh.

“no, can you start your story from the beginning?” he asks. “take your time, i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m really, really sorry about what happened the other day,” you apologize, then look at him finally and ogle his hair. “i got… scared,” you admit earnestly. before he can make any question of it, you continue, “i like you too, see. and i never really, seriously acted on it - i didn’t want to. so when you did the inevitable and confessed… it scared me. the truth is… i’m not the best at romance or relationships. i don’t want to put anyone through that, again.” your voice wavers but finishes strong as you look kaminari in the eyes.

“that?” he asks. he’s afraid he’s crossed a line, but you reply all the same.

“i was in a relationship, once. i wasn’t… i wasn’t good enough. i didn’t do the things that people in a relationship are supposed to do, i guess.” you fiddle with the fabric of the couch, looking down at your fingers. your voice gives away the vulnerability of the topic, wrapped in a stiff disconnection; you’ve distanced yourself from it, probably once too familiar with the feelings you speak of.

“it’s okay,” kaminari says, almost too quickly. he slows himself down. “that’s… completely fine,” he admits truthfully. “we can go slow. i… i can wait.”

“can you?” you look up at him, hope shining your eyes. it dims quickly before you say, “you don’t have to. i don’t want to limit you…”

“the only person i want is you,” he reassures you, hesitantly taking your hand in his. “you’re not…” he struggles for words, “...limiting me if i don’t have eyes for anyone else.”

“are you sure?” it’s an almost inaudible whisper, clutching your hopes in three words that are held together by thin threads.

“i’ve never been more sure,” kaminari replies confidently, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze.

“okay,” you breathe out, relief tingeing your speech. “i… want to be with you.”

it takes everything in kaminari not to kiss you right there.

“oh, by the way-” you say, standing up from the couch and leaving kaminari to sit alone, “did you still want to borrow that copy of black butler?”

“the one with the maid who has a gun?” kaminari asks, eyes wide. how did you know about that?

“yeah. you kept staring at it before, so i assumed…”

“yeah. yeah, no, yeah, that’d be really great. amazing, actually. wonderful. stupendous-” kaminari shuts himself up before he can ramble on longer.

“okay, give me a second,” you respond, smiling, and exit to the hallway to retrieve the manga.

you return with the volume in hand, placing it in kaminari’s hands.

“thanks,” he says as he glides his thumb over the glossy cover and mint condition. it’s heavier than kaminari thought, and it feels like the weight of a heart. he’ll be sure to take extra care of it, holding it with ginger fingers and a sweet, sweet feeling in his chest.

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sweetsubharry · 3 years

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do you have any fics where harry and louis are best friends and harry is madly in love with him but louis is dating someone else/ doesn't know that harry loves him? im in the mood for some angst and pining lol

I do! ^-^ Also I agree anon sometimes a good old angst and pining is exactly what you need! 💕

Please everyone stay safe and read the tags!! 💕💕

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Darling heart I loved you from the start by soulmatesofperth

Harry really likes when Louis calls him pet names, it's just a shame it means more him than it does to Louis. He thinks.

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hippohead · 3 years

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15 and 16 for the kisses list!

hello anon! sorry this took a little while, but here is 15. a fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick. enjoy!

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It’s been an entire month since the day he finally kissed Kurt but Blaine can’t stop getting stuck on this: how on earth did he not realise sooner?

Because Kurt is pacing, back and forth and relentless, a monologue about the new Hello, Dolly! film announcement coming out of him like it has to, like if he doesn’t look at Blaine with wide and imploring eyes and say, “-the Barbra Streisand version is right there,” then he might explode. And it’s adorable. It is passion inside of him that makes him puff out his chest and complain, compare, despair over whatever director will ‘ruin’ his favourite film. Lots of films are Kurt’s favourite film.

Blaine really loves that about Kurt; that he cares about so many things and that they are all his favourite, the contradiction of labeling more than one thing that seemingly completely irrelevant.

Kurt pauses and takes a deep breath, and then starts up again, his argument shifting to Hollywood’s obsession with remakes in general now. There are a million different things that Blaine wants to do; roll off Kurt’s bed and tackle him into a hug, or shut him up with a kiss, or let him talk until he tires himself out and use the time to watch him, understand him, let the adoration in his heart for this boy grow even more. He wants to kick the door closed even though Burt had made a pointed comment about leaving it open, and distract Kurt with his mouth and his hands and his-

All of it – the wanting to do something but not being sure what and the adoring and the wandering thoughts, is not exactly new. It’s always been here, in the space between Kurt and Blaine. It just took him so stupidly long to catch up and figure it out and know.

Kurt had asked him to stop beating himself up about it after the fourth apology. “We’re here now and that’s what matters,” is what he’d said, and then he’d kissed Blaine in a way that was so sure, so solid, so grounded, that Blaine had felt them twist and plant with roots.

He stopped apologising after that, but it doesn’t stop him from wondering why it took him so long to identify this delicious ache in his chest that’s been here all along, since that first day on the Dalton staircase.

“Blaine?” Kurt’s voice sounds different – soft, no longer raised. “I’m ranting, aren’t I?”

“Mm,” Blaine nods, a smiling playing on his lips. “Keep going.”

Kurt huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes, more at himself than at Blaine’s teasing.

“Come here,” Blaine says, all of the tease gone and entirely replaced with plead. He hasn’t been able to get a handle on the neediness that comes with all of the stopped apologies, but he knows the assurance in Kurt’s touch, Kurt’s smile, Kurt’s closeness will soothe him.

Kurt does – climbs onto his bed where Blaine is resting with his back against the headboard and kneels in front of him, reaching out to curve his hand around Blaine’s thigh in a gesture that is so intimate, he’s not quite sure he deserves it. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Blaine smiles, looking down at the way Kurt’s thumb is moving over his leg, a tiny touch that says, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. “Sometimes I just need to feel you, to remember that you’re real, to know that I didn’t mess it all up.”

There’s something generous about the way Kurt kisses him at that, all softness and willing to give him what he needs. Kurt always looks after Blaine’s insecurities with a feather-light touch and more patience than Blaine’s used to, and he does it again with this murmur: “You did the opposite of mess it all up.”

He lets that settle, tucked away in the corners of him, safe. And then it’s his turn to offer something, “When the remake comes out, I’ll take you to the cinema to see it and then even if it’s good, we’ll get a coffee afterwards and talk about how awful the casting was and how badly it was directed. Okay?”

Kurt grins, “Okay.”

They look at each other for a moment, just look, nothing required or expected. Sometimes his feelings for Kurt take him off guard, like they’ve been building up for so long without his knowledge that the gravity of them shock him. Right now, though, he’s realising that the weight and enormity is for a reason, even if they’re young, even if this thing between them is still running on firsts and newness. The roots are so deep that he can’t move, doesn’t want to, wants to be a tree with Kurt next to him always.

He wants to ask Kurt if it’s normal to feel like you’ve found the love of your life at sixteen years old. They haven’t even said the L word yet, though, so he doesn’t.

“I like this shirt,” Kurt says, playing with the hem, breaking the intensity of the moment. “You wore it to Rachel’s party.”

“I did. You have a freakishly good memory.”

“That,” Kurt laughs, shuffling on the bed until his legs are kicked out to side of him, bent, his knees needing a break, “-or I just noticed because I had a stupidly big crush on you.”

He knows Kurt is just teasing, lightly, making fun of the pining he had done while Blaine was being busy being oblivious. He’s trying to give him some ease, but suddenly Blaine feels desperate to let Kurt know he wasn’t totally alone in it all. Especially not that night.

“I noticed, too.”

Kurt looks at him, a little skeptical, as if his memories of that night prove otherwise. And he has a point, really, because Blaine had been an idiot. Actually, he’d been more than an idiot – obnoxious, out-of-his-depth, scrambling. Kissing Rachel, getting stupidly drunk, taking the easy way out instead of acknowledging what it meant that looking at Kurt in that outfit made him feel like he was overheating, on fire, too much.

“I noticed,” he reaffirms, because he did. "Red shirt, buttoned all the way up.” He lets his finger run up the centre of Kurt’s chest, over the top of his sweater, stopping at the base of his throat. “Black tie,” and he flattens his hand, palm curving around his neck. Slowly, he moves his fingers to Kurt’s shoulder, drags them across his body diagonally, “That fucking harness belt.”

Kurt has been staring at him, stuck on a breath, but the curse word makes him inhale, quickly, like he can’t quite believe it. Blaine’s voice is filthy – far filthier than they’ve ever let themselves get around each other but he can’t help it. That harness belt is what had started his unravel that night, and it’s haunted him ever since.

He lets his hands fall to Kurt’s hips, follows the curve of them and then down his thighs, “Black pants with safety pins all the way down the side.”

“You remember it,” Kurt says, almost a question but not quite.

He doesn’t know how to tell Kurt that he more than just remembers it; he knows it, has it traced out in his mind and on-call, a picture, a painting, a portrait. He’s thought about Kurt in that outfit in bed, late, hand down his pajama pants and imagining what would have happened if he had done something that night. It feels like too much to reveal and they’re still figuring out where they’re at with all of that. So, instead, he says, “It was a very good outfit.”

Kurt smiles and lets a little bit of the tension that Blaine has created drain away, and waves his hand in a dismissal, “Yes, well, I was trying to impress someone.”

Blaine’s tone and the look in his eyes build that tension back immediately, as if he’s missed it in the second it was gone and needs it back in the air right now, “It worked.”

And then Kurt is – smirking. He’s smirking at Blaine, as if it’s finally sunk in that his outfit that night had an effect on Blaine, and that it makes him feel powerful, noticed, sexy. “Close your eyes.”

“What?” Blaine asks.

“Close your eyes,” Kurt repeats, and it’s deep, dark, lower than his voice usually is. Sort of strict. Blaine nods quickly and then does.

He feels the bed shift as Kurt climbs off it, and then he hears noise – general sounds of Kurt moving around his bedroom before a, “Keep them closed, okay?” and then the door closing. Blaine peeks; he can’t help it. The room has gone silent and his quick glance confirms it; Kurt has locked himself in his adjoining bathroom. He squeezes his eyes shut again and waits.

“Blaine? You can- you can open your eyes.”

Kurt’s voice has lost its lowness, instead filled up with a mixture of nervousness and commitment. He opens his eyes. They immediately blur into something darker, richer, raking over Kurt’s body. He’s standing in the doorway to the bathroom, head to toe in the exact same outfit. Boots, safety pin pants, red shirt, black tie. Harness belt.

He’s fixed his hair, too, a little bit more styled that it was just before.

Blaine knows he should say something. Kurt is doing this for him. Entirely for him. His mouth feels dry, though, and nothing feels worthy of being said right now when he could just watch. Admire. Drink him in.

“You know how I feel about repeating outfits,” Kurt says, less nervousness in his tone now, “but I figured I could make an exception.”

“Kurt, you...” but, what? He still doesn’t have a single clue how to articulate what he’s feeling. Kurt looks... hot. He always does but right now unbearably so. He’s noticing him the same way he did that night, but this time he doesn’t have to hide it, bury it, ignore it, distract himself from it. He lets it wash over him and enjoys the thrill it gives him, the way it makes Kurt flush because he can see the want in Blaine’s eyes.

So he gives up on words; moves across the bed and hops off it, makes his way over to Kurt but keeps the steps slow, careful, on purpose. Grips the harness once he’s close enough, fingers winding around the strap and holding on the way he’s wanted to ever since he first saw it on Kurt. And then he tugs, quite strong, still on purpose.

Kurt looks happy, triumphant, knowing he’s succeeded in what wanted from this.

“Can I kiss you how I should have kissed you that night?” he asks, a little desperate.

Kurt nods, sure, sure, so sure. He’s always been so sure.

Why hasn’t Blaine?

He wants to start with a tenderness, to ease them into the kiss that Kurt deserves, but apparently his lips have other plans. They’re fierce and insistent right from the start, giving and taking so much, everything, more, more, more. He keeps pulling on the harness as if Kurt could get any closer to him, as if their bodies aren’t already lined up and pressed together.

Kurt’s hands twist around the back of his neck, tugging too. They are both tugs and pulls and need. Blaine can feel a heat in both of them that he’s never felt before – they've made out plenty; in empty rooms, in the back seat of Kurt’s car, on Blaine’s front porch. Anywhere they could, really. But there had been a sweetness in that making out, like they were just tasting and trying and falling into it, nicely. There is nothing just nice about this.

He wants more. It feels like Kurt wants more, too.

They won’t chase more, though, because of the open bedroom door and Burt being upstairs and they haven’t talked about... that. But it makes him feel wild and excited to know that it’s there, under the surface, and that they will get to it.

He starts to slow the kiss down, loosening his grip on the harness and giving the tenderness that he’d intended to start with. And then he nips at Kurt’s bottom lip, playful at first and then one last one, with more intent, to let Kurt know he doesn’t want to be stopping, but is. And then he uses his tongue to soothe it, glides over the spot he just bit, and kisses him once more. Soft. Tender. Lingering.

Kurt breathes for a moment. He needs to. Blaine needs to, too.

And then once it settles, Kurt speaks. It’s quiet and reverent and almost a whisper.

“You noticed.”

He did. He definitely did.

“I noticed.”

#Anonymous #i wrote this!#klaine fanfiction #klaine #i finally answered a prompt!

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friendofhayley · 4 years

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It’s that time again! Thank you to all the fandom content creators for your art. Here are the best fics I read this month, and they’re all masterpieces. This rec includes 12 fics from the Teen Wolf and One Direction fandoms. The starred ones have made me forget my worries for a moment.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. He’s…something by @acountrygirlsfun | shapeshifter Stiles - miscommunication - Derek doesn’t know how to show emotions - secret relationship - 22k

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.

2. I Wanna Let Go And Know That I’ll Be Alright [orphaned] | bad Scott - healing - pre-Sterek - post-S5A - 21k

When Scott tells Stiles to ‘take a step back’ from pack life, Stiles takes it as an invitation to get his life back on track - sans the supernatural.

3. When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) by @isthatbloodonhisshirt | high school crushes meet again! - oblivious boys - just KISS - secretary Stiles - 135k

It was like a door he’d nailed shut in his brain suddenly exploded open, all of his past confusion and anger and hurt and adoration flooding out at once. Stiles? Was it actually Stiles?!

Stiles, the guy he’d had a crush on for fucking years growing up. The guy who’d been an absolute dick to him their whole last year of high school.

The guy who’d told him he loved him in a dirty men’s bathroom on prom night while drunk and upset because he thought Kira was Derek’s girlfriend.

4. Your Love is Like an Ax to the Face (or, Plundering Hearts: Viking Edition) by @ghost-of-erica-reyes | college au - as slow burn as a 16k fic can be - enemies to friends to lovers - oblivious boys - 16k

In which Lydia is a ruthless walking fortune cookie, Scott is exposed to the relationship-curing potential of ménages-à-trois, and more importantly, Stiles is convinced he’s pissed off the wrong deity in Valhalla because the closest thing he gets to action is the weekly — and deadly — debates he has with his grumpy TA from History 201: Introduction to Vikings. All of this to Erica’s enjoyment.

Urgh, college.

5. I don’t need any help to be breakable (believe me) by @myhyperheart-alone | amnesia - so much fucking angst with a happy ending - mutual pining - therapy - 35k

“He tried to kiss me.” “We know”, Scott says, placatingly, and Stiles rounds on him, fists clenched and eyes blazing. “No. No, you don’t”, he spits, “You have no idea.”

In which Derek has an accident and doesn’t remember anyone except Stiles.

6. *Ardently* by redpenny | regent au - chubby Stiles - disabled Derek - this is SO cute!!! - 13k

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

7. *Puzzle Pieces* by @isthatbloodonhisshirt | can y’all believe the same author got 2 fics on here? I’m sorry for the notifications - and they were mates omg they were mates - ski resort - the boys are bad at communicating #surprise! - 89k

“Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

Larry (One Direction)

8. oh we’re in love aren’t we by @eeveelou | Harry is a trans man - college au - Harry is quirky and Louis loves it - so much fluff - 20k

Louis is trying to get through his second year of university while dealing with his three stupidly loud and stupidly in love roommates, a series of boring classes, and his job working the graveyard shift at his campus’s favorite drunk food shop. Harry is new to town and looking for somewhere to live when he finds a long-abandoned apartment that brings him right to Louis’s doorstep.

9. *a bright future behind you* by @socomicallygay | Orange is the New Black au - girl direction - there is a zourry threesome moment - this fic is hot hot hot and sweet sweet sweet - 12k

Orange is the New Black AU. Louis fucks a lot of people, Harry eats a lot of ass, Niall will smuggle a dildo to whomever gets more play, and Zayn thinks Harry and Louis should just make out already.

10. Say It First by rearviewdreamer | this so fucky angsty with a happy ending it had me yelling at Harry - groundhog day time travel - high school au - domestic fluff - 25k

When it comes to Louis, Harry feels like he has spent a lifetime getting it wrong, but on a chance night together where time mostly seems to be on his side, he gets the opportunity to try it all again. And again, and again, and again in an attempt to finally get it right before it’s too late.

11. A Real Work of Art by @lululawrence | high school au - childhood friends Larry - Harry is Marcel and soo oblivious - pure fluff - 11k

“I don’t understand,” Liam said for probably the fiftieth time in ten minutes. “You have to explain again how this is a bad thing.”

“Leeeeyummm,” Harry whined into the phone as he leaned his head onto his desk. “I felt like this year was my year for getting his attention, you know? That senior year I would finally get Logan Thompson to realize I exist! But he’s in almost every single one of my classes, Li. How am I supposed to survive that?”

“Easily,” Liam answered, with the same matter of fact tone his voice always took when Harry was in one of his fits. “He doesn’t know you exist, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”

12. *gorgeous (it makes me so mad)* by resurrectdead | aaaaa Louis is such a scruff soft bad boy in this? like how he is in real life?? I’m dead??? - barista au - Clifford is the best wingdog - sexual tension - 29k

Harry’s a coffee barista with nothing really going on for him except for the occasional flirting with, some, particularly hot male customers. But when a new guy starts coming in, he suddenly doesn’t know what to make out of any single situation anymore.

#monthly fic recs #sterek #larry #teen wolf #fic rec #one direction #mine #larrie hijinks #monthly reads

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hetacon · 4 years

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Much Ado About Remus

Word Count: 1,614

Pairings: Platonic Dukexiety, Prinxiety, Creativitwins, Implied Demus

Warning: Swearing, sexual jokes, Remus-like ideas, mention of tearing one’s heart out of their chest, kissing, Roman is an oblivious dumbass, Virgil is a pining dumbass, and Remus is a dumbass dumbass who loves his dumbass brother

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Summary: Remus and Virgil may not get along but the one thing they have in common is that they love Roman. Both in different ways, mind you, and Remus tries to help Virgil deal with his own affections. It’s definitely interesting to say the least.

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Virgil sat on the back of the couch, watching movies with the rest of the sides and Thomas. Tonight had been Virgil’s pick and of course, The Nightmare Before Christmas was currently on, Sally’s Song playing. He couldn’t help it as he stared at Roman from his little pillow throne, the dork.

“Hey Virgil!” he heard whisper shouted next to his ear.

Virgil shrieked as he fell backwards, landing painfully on the ground behind the couch. He saw Remus looming over him with wide eyes and an excited smile.

“You alright kiddo?” Virgil heard Patton ask as the movie paused.

“Yeah yeah, keep watching, I’m fine!” he insisted quickly before glaring at Remus. “What the fuck do you need?”

“You want my brother to bone you?” Remus whispered excitedly, maybe a bit too much with the words he just spoke.

“What the fuck,” Virgil muttered. “What’s it to you?”

“You’re making goo-goo eyes at him, it’s disgusting. I want to help!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “We’re not really friends you know. Why would you help me? Why would I accept it in any case?”

“Cause you have the hots for him and I can tell you’re a horny bitch about it too so why not!”

Virgil looked unamused and Remus pouted.

“He’s my brother,” Remus conceded. “Even if he’s sometimes kinda boring, I still want him to be happy and he’s a doofus who can’t see what’s two feet in front of him.”

With a sigh, Virgil looked up at him. “What would you know about romance?”

“I’ll have you know that I take two d’s every night like a good little boy!”

Virgil grimaced at that. “It’s a mystery why Deceit likes you.”

“Yes it is!”

“And again, why would I accept your help?”

“Because you maybe sorta actually still like me like the good old days?”

“No, I still despise you.”

“Eh, fair enough!”

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Somehow, Virgil found himself in Remus’ room, sitting on the one clutter-free part of the bed that Remus had cleared off for him. He watched as Remus sat across the room from him, smiling widely.

“Am I supposed to start? I wasn’t even going to tell him, you know,” Virgil said finally.

Remus snorted. “That’s why I’m helping! You’re just gonna fantasize about being his pretty little damsel in distress and boring romance shit like that if I don’t help. And then when I read your diary, it won’t be any fun-!”

Virgil’s head shot up. “You read my journal!?”

“So what better way to get you to stop being sappy and disgusting than by getting you laid?” Remus finished.

Virgil groaned, strongly tempted to hit his head against the wall. He managed to control himself enough to not do so, no easy feat for Remus’ room. “What do you suggest I do?”

“I was hoping you’d ask!” Remus said with a clap of his hands.

“That’s why I agreed to your help dumbass, it’s what you offered.”

“Shush, first idea! You go to his room, lie naked on his bed, and tell him to take you when he comes in!”

Virgil looked at Remus blankly.

“Scream at him to take you right where you stand!”

Still no good based on the look Virgil was sporting at it, even worse as another thought popped into his head.

“No? You could rip your heart out of your chest and give it to him as a symbol of your undying love!”

Remus only received an uncomfortable grimace. Closer but not quite.

“You’re so boring, mutilation and sex are fun!” Remus huffed out.

“I’m not tearing myself open or telling him to fuck me and you know it,” Virgil snapped. “Like, what does he like?”

“Lots of things! Adventure, saving damsels in distress from me, slaying dragon witches—that one’s my favorite, he makes it really gory—sour gummy worms, romance, swords, poetry, ceiling fans, sappy shit a lot of the time!”

“That was all just really random,” Virgil told him.

“Yep, that’s me!” Remus beamed. “But c’mon, it’s not that hard! Just tell him how horny and or sappy he makes you feel and then you can tell him to take you!”

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” Virgil said quickly, standing up.

“Suit yourself!”

“Er..” Virgil paused at the door, looking back to Remus. “Thanks.”

“For what?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, whatever.”

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Virgil held a piece of paper in his hand, looking at Remus with an unsure look. “Are you really sure I should do this? What if he doesn’t want to even talk to me anymore? What if he laughs at me!?” he shouted in Remus’ face, clinging to his shirt.

“If he doesn’t like you back, he’s clearly more stupid than I thought,” Remus told him.

Virgil looked at him for a second, blinking. “Wow.. That’s uh, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever-“

“Though to be fair, he’s just stupid in general so that’s not saying much!”

“You ruined it,” Virgil deadpanned, dropping him. He sighed as Remus only cackled on the floor.

“Enough enough,” Remus said, hitting Virgil’s ankle with his hand. “Go show him your disgustingly sappy poem!!”

Virgil took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to where Roman was on the couch, absentmindedly watching a Disney movie as he wrote ideas down on a notepad. Roman looked up to see Virgil holding a piece of lined paper in front of his face.

“What’s this?” Roman asked him, glancing up to see Virgil look away as he took it.

“Just read it before I pass out from embarrassment,” Virgil muttered to him.

Roman opened it up, reading it quietly to himself. He smiled. “It sounds nice, did you want my feedback on it, oh angsty one?” he asked.

Virgil never wanted to disappear more in his life and stupidly nodded, not willing to tell Roman the real reason for it. That was how he ended up sitting next to Roman on the couch, Roman telling him of things he liked about it, the meaning he gathered from it, ways to improve it should Virgil feel it needed to be.

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Virgil walked up the stairs in a daze and lied down on the floor in front of Remus. Remus snorted.

“I told ya, he’s dumb!” Remus sang out a little.

“I’m never going to do it, I’m never going to be able to confess to him, I’m going to be miserable for the rest of my life-“

“He’ll fuck you eventually!”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too~!”

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Attempt numbers 2 through 4 had failed miserably too and Virgil was close to giving up as Roman once again missed the point on attempt number 5. Heading towards his room, he grimaced to Remus again and Remus shrugged.

“He’s a dumbass you know, I didn’t think he was this stupid though! That’s usually my job if anything!”

Virgil thought about it for a moment before lighting up. “You’re right!” he shouted before hurrying to his room.

“Well geez, you didn’t have to agree with me,” Remus said but shrugged, sinking out.

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Virgil took a deep breath as he opened the front door, seeing Roman sitting on the porch. He held his guitar with a tense smile as Roman turned around and beamed at him.

“Hello my dark and stormy knight, how are you this fine evening?” Roman asked, stunning Virgil for a moment.

“Good, um, can I play something for you?” he asked, motioning to the acoustic guitar weakly.

Roman smiled more and scooted over on the doorstep, following Virgil’s gaze as he sat down.

Virgil gave a quick strum, tuning it a little to make sure it sounded ok. He strummed again, cursing as he dropped his pick.

He wasn’t even sure what he played as his nerves got to him. He knew he was playing, he knew he was singing, he knew that Roman was watching him.

He knew there was no turning back.

“I love you,” he heard himself say over the sound of blood rushing through his ears. It was a miracle it happened.

“Really? You mean that sincerely?” Roman asked.

Virgil only nodded before Roman was holding his chin up, asking his permission to kiss him. Virgil nodded once more and Roman’s lips were on his in seconds.

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“So, need another plan? I think I’ve got a good one this time!” Remus said as Virgil walked into his room.

Virgil sat on Remus’ bed, staring at the ground with probably the dumbest grin on his face. “I told him.”

“Without me? Ah, no fun!” Remus whined. “How’d you do it? Finally took my advice and ask for him to take you? Did he bang you?”

“I just- I just told him, just said I love him.”

“What? Boooooooring!”

Virgil laughed. “You said he couldn’t see what’s two feet in front of him so I just was upfront about it,” he said with a smile.

“Is it too late to go on the record and say this was a mistake? You’re sapping all over my bed!” Remus joked, only to be met with a pillow to the face as Virgil snorted.

“Shut up, God!!”

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“You’re welcome you know,” Remus grinned as he passed Roman in the hallway the next day.

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Taglist: @virgils-paranoia, @marshmallow-the-panda

#sanders sides #prinxiety #platonic dukexiety #creativitwins #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #implied dukeceit #stan writing

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seokstrivia · 4 years

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Sulit | jhs

(adj.) something worth it.

✽ Summary: He was your best friend which is why you didn’t think things would take a clumsy, and very messy turn of events, when you gave in to his endless pleads of pretending to be his girlfriend.

or, that au where you’re invited to Hobi’s sister’s wedding

✽ Fake dating!AU | M.list | word count; 6.4k

✽ Jung Hoseok x Reader; fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut, Hoseok has a big and loving family, jealousy, soft, slowish burn, best friends to lovers au, cliché

A/N I would like to apologize if this is a mess, I am a little rusty after coming back but I hope it is still enjoyable!

↝ How you fell down the rabbit hole

When you said ‘yes’ to Hoseok, when you gave in to his endless pleads of playing pretend with him, you didn’t think you would fall in love.

Other than that, you didn’t think you would get into a heated argument with his ex.

↝ How it came to be

It all began a month ago when you were in the midst of a movie night with Hoseok. The both of you were halfway through a box of pizza with another movie playing on tv from your long, seemingly never-ending, list when Hoseok broke the silence.

He cleared his throat, tossing the hardened crust into the box before glancing at you, once, twice. He took a deep breath.

“Y/n, can you do me a favour?” After a moment of arguing with himself, his question finally left his lips. “Please?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, asking for favours was very rare from Hoseok. He enjoyed doing things by himself, challenging every inch of his body and mind until he snapped.

Placing your own, unfinished, slice into the box, your eyes focused on Hoseok, “what is it?”

Hoseok gulped, eyes back on the screen ahead, this was harder than he thought it would be. But, then again, he never expected it to come to this when he told his parents. When he lied. Now, here he was, palms sweaty and continuously arguing with himself.

“I—I, er,” he took another deep breath. “Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?”

You stared at Hoseok in utter and pure shock, he wanted you to do what? Pretend to be his girlfriend? Was he thinking straight?

“What—Why?”

He was fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie now, completely ashamed he’d let it get this far. Letting himself fall deeper and deeper into his white lies—lies that weren’t supposed to last this long. Go this far.

Hoseok sighed. “I might have told my family we’re dating.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he told his parents you were dating? Mr and Mrs Jung? Two wonderful parents, you grew up knowing? And they believed him?

There had to be a reason, right?

“Why did you do it, Hoseok?” You finally asked.

He’d been waiting for you to ask this question the moment he asked you the ‘favour.’ Even though he knew he was going to tell you the truth, and nothing but the truth, it didn’t help his nerves. At all.

He licked his lips.

“My mum was bugging me about getting a date for Dawon’s wedding, and I lost it when she mentioned my ex,” Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, getting angry as he thought back to the argument with his mum.

“So, I told her we were dating, which she was extremely happy about, but. But then came the endless amount of questions, and I couldn’t help myself from lying,” he told you with sorry eyes.

It was a lot to take in, but you supposed it made sense.

One, you were attending Dawon’s wedding anyway because you were invited. Two, Hoseok had been your best friend since you could remember. Three, it was the perfect alibi, and you hated that even you were convinced about how solid and easy it was.

“I can’t believe you,” you finally said after moments, that felt like hours to Hoseok, of thinking. “It makes sense—perfect sense, i’ll give you that, but seriously? Me?”

Hoseok cringed at the slight irk in your tone. He could tell you were upset, annoyed even, that he’d lied.

“Look, y/n, I’m really sorry for lying and bringing you into this, but please help me,” he whined, clasping his hands together while shuffling onto his knees and inching closer. “Please?”

Was he seriously begging?

“Please, y/n. Please.”

Yes, yes he was.

You sighed. “I need time to think about this,”

Hoseok eagerly nodded his head, your hands now hidden in his as he held onto you for the life of him.

This was not good.

↝ How you responded

A few days went by and, as patient as Hoseok was, he couldn’t stand the idea of waiting another day for a response. All he needed was for you to say yes, that was it. It was that easy.

He sighed.

“If I hear you sigh one more time, i’m going to lob this muffin at you,” Jimin scowled.

Jin chuckled at the younger males dispute before glancing over at Hoseok, who had sad eyes and an evident pout formed over his lips, as fun as it was to watch his friend struggle, something obviously had to be done.

Lucky for Hoseok he had Jin.

“I don’t blame y/n for taking this long to get back to you,” Jin said gaining both males attention. “She’s clearly so appalled by the idea of pretending to be—“

Jimin stuffed the chocolate muffin into Jin’s mouth. Cringing at the words he was hearing, there was no need for him to take it that far and hurt their friend, he thought while wiping the chocolate residue off his hand.

Jin laughed as he swallowed the muffin, “I was kidding.”

The shorter male glanced over at Hoseok—who hadn’t said anything after telling them what he’d done. There was still a pout formed on his lips while he stared at nothing in particular.

“Hoseok,” Jimin sighed with a shake of his head, hand on his friend's shoulder. “She’ll get back to you, just give her some time.”

The said boy finally breathed out all the air he was holding in his lungs and glanced over at his friends. They both held sympathetic smiles, but, their genuine gazes let him know that they were here for him whenever he needed them. Hoseok knew that, and he knew it well.

Fortunately, Jimin was right when he said you’d get back to him with an answer. You were at his front door with a box of cookies in your hands and an annoyed scowl on your face.

“Mum made cookies,” was all you said before pushing past him. “She wanted me to let you know that she made them with you in mind.”

“She did?”

That was all Hoseok could utter out. He was still nervous about your response, what would he tell his family if you said no? ‘Y/n and I broke up because we were never actually dating?’ Yeah right.

You opened the Tupperware lid without saying anything and pushed the container over to your friend. There was a small smile on your lips now, eyes gazing into his with a slight undertone of, ‘you know I can’t stay mad at you.’

Hoseok took a cookie and smiled in return before taking a bite. They were as light and rich as he remembered them to be, your mum would always bake cookies whenever he came around. He missed those times. A lot.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked mid-chew.

Hoseok also remembered that your mum baked cookies when there was a special occasion.

“It’s a congratulatory gift,” you told him, staring at the crumbs perched on his bottom lip before glancing away.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes moving from the cookie in his hand to the variety in the tub, and then to you.

“For what?”

You bit your bottom lip, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck before finally making eye contact with Hoseok. With your best friend.

“For you—us. Our ‘relationship’.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened comically as he stared at you in shock. The sight itself would have made you laugh if you weren’t so nervous, nervous and scared to see where this trip would lead the two of you.

A screech, of what you think was happiness, parted his lips—drawing you out of all your current worries. You watched Hoseok drop the cookie and immediately reach for your hand to pull you into his chest.

“Thank you, y/n,” he muttered against your hair. “You really saved my ass.”

You laughed in turn, “you owe me big, Hobi.”

↝ How it made you feel

The flight to Hawaii, Hawaii of all places, was filled with silence, mind-numbing worries and long sighs. Hoseok, on the other hand, slept ever so soundly next to you, and you were jealous over how peaceful and calm he was.

A huff parted your lips as you continued to stare out the window. Maybe you were nervous because you were stepping into, ‘out of bounds,’ territory. Maybe you’d been there once and didn’t want to go back, maybe you were too afraid to venture further into the dark and endless cave.

If you said you hadn’t thought of Hoseok being more than a friend at least once, you would, of course, be lying. Hoseok was the sun on a hot day, he was as sweet as cherry flavoured ice cream and peached ice tea. Hoseok was like a handful of flowers and summer picnics, he was everything you desired and craved.

However, he was out of reach.

Hoseok would always and forever be nothing but your best friend, and you were okay with that. Well, you thought you were until he decided to lie to his parents and drag you down with him.

Idiot.

Hoseok moved next to you, stretching whatever limbs he could before glimpsing out the window. There was a sleepy smile on his face which had you rolling your eyes in exaggerated annoyance.

“You look dead,” he joked mid-yawn.

“No thanks to you.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at your harsh tone and evident irritation, “what’s got your knickers in a twist?” He argued.

As much as you adored your best friend and absolutely despised arguing with him, sometimes you just couldn’t help, or rather stop, your anger from over boiling within you.

He could just be so... stupidly oblivious.

“It’s not easy to sleep when I have to lie to your family, Hoseok.”

He cringed at the sound of his name falling so coldly off your lips. Of course, you had every right to be angry, but if you could just be, even a little bit understanding, it would help. A lot.

Hoseok twisted his body away from you and closed his eyes, however, he didn’t miss the way you sighed so softly, as if regretting arguing back.

You didn’t say anything, couldn’t bring yourself to, but you did lock your pinky with his. A small wordless apology, but also a promise to relax and not overthink about every little thing that could possibly go wrong.

There was a smile on his face, however, you were too distracted to notice it.

Hoseok didn’t say anything when the plane landed, he didn’t say anything when he grabbed your suitcase for you, he didn’t say anything when he interlaced your hand with his, and he didn’t say anything when he led you towards his mum with a smile on his face.

He didn’t help calm your worries because Hoseok knew you would have nothing left to worry about if he let your mind continuously spin. And he was right, Hoseok knew you better than you knew yourself.

You smiled.

↝ How it should be

“It was difficult, but I convinced Hoseok’s dad to let you both share a room,” Mrs Jung playfully winked at you before looking at her son. “Be good.”

Hoseok chuckled at her assertive tone and playful warning, glancing over his shoulder he clicked his tongue and squished the bottom half of your face, then frowned.

He didn’t suit frowns.

“Stop sulking,” he scolded, his warm hand let go of your face and reached into his pocket. “Here, our room should be down that way. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Without saying anything, you took the key from his hand and proceeded towards the direction he pointed out.

The beach house was smaller than the ones you drove past, but it was nice. There were five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a huge kitchen and dining area with a lounge. And then, then there was the deck which was an open area that led you towards the beach.

It was beautiful.

While you were in the room admiring the view, Hoseok stepped into the kitchen to speak to his mum. A smile on his lips as he kissed her cheek and bound his arms around her waist.

“This is amazing,” he beamed.

His mother agreed with a soft hum, a smile gracing her own features while she began preparing dinner for the night.

“Hoseok, promise me one thing while we’re here,” she said after a moment too long of silence. “Promise me you’ll look after y/n.”

The said boy let go of his mum as an evident blush adorned his cheeks, he avoided eye contact and cleared his throat.

“I plan to, ma. She’s my girlfriend.”

His mum raised an eyebrow in return, “yes, but she’s your best friend first.”

Sometimes Hoseok was so sure his mum knew he’d been lying all along, but decided not to say anything— which he was very thankful for. The boy nodded his head and said something about taking you to the beach, it wasn’t a lie because he’d planned to take you, just... not so soon.

You were lying on the bed flipping through a magazine when Hoseok stepped in. He closed the door and finally let out the breath he’d been subconsciously holding in.

“I didn’t think you were coming back.”

It was a joke, and Hoseok knew that, but he still felt bad for leaving you alone for longer than he’d attended to. There was a soft smile on your face, hair in a messy bun and eyes dark and tired from the lack of sleep.

“I’m here now,” he replied quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “We can do whatever you want.”

You retired your chin on your hand as you watched him lie down next to you. His eyes said, ‘sorry,’ and smile said, ‘I’ll make it up to you,’ but you knew more than that, you knew he felt terrible for dragging you into the deep end with him.

Still, you’d forgiven him.

“I kind of want to take a nap, but also kind of want to watch the sunset with you.”

Hoseok gazed into your eyes, he had a lot on his mind, a lot he wanted to say, but couldn’t bring himself to share his thoughts— he didn’t know how to.

So, instead, he nodded his head and rolled off the bed, holding out his hand for you to take. Hoseok led you out the glass door in the bedroom, shoes left behind along with your worries, and admired the sunset with you by his side.

The way it should always be.

↝ How he made you feel

You woke up burrowed in a new warmth, a warmth you’d never experienced before, but one you knew you could come to cherish. You woke up in Hoseok’s arms, legs intertwined and bodies closer than they’d ever been before.

You woke up with a beating heart.

Scanning his features, your fingers moved through his hair. It felt so natural being in arms, being held by him and just, being with him.

Was this all pretend too?

Hoseok keened into your touch, body sinking further into yours as he found sanctuary in your hold. Sometimes, you wondered what it felt like to be loved by someone like Hoseok, to belong to someone like him.

Sometimes you wondered what it would be like if you had crossed the line, all those years ago, and ventured into the dark cave of hidden feelings.

“Why are you awake so early?”

Hoseok’s voice was laced with sleep, however, it was light and airy. Like a warm summers breeze.

He opened his eyes to look at you, a lazy smile laced his features and he chuckled at the blank but confused expression on your own features.

“You were playing with my hair,” he explained, nose nuzzling into your hair while sleep came back to take him to dreamland. “Feels nice.”

A shy smile appeared on your lips, thoughts swirling like a hurricane in your mind. Waking up next to Hoseok every morning was something you wouldn’t mind doing for the rest of your life.

Too bad it was all pretend... You closed your eyes.

A few hours later, when the sun was fully awake and shining through the sheer curtains, Hoseok woke you up with a wide grin and dishevelled hair.

“Morning, sunshine,” he beamed. “Breakfast is in ten minutes.”

You groaned in return, rolling over to sleep on your stomach instead. Sleeping for a few more hours, to catch up on missed sleep, seemed better than getting up to eat breakfast.

However, Hoseok didn’t agree.

He kissed your forehead, slowly coaxing you out of sleep, “come on, baby.”

The prompt skin-ship, the use of the pet name, the soft tone— it all had your heart racing. Racing faster than ever before.

This was so unlike him.

You opened one eye, immediately making eye contact with his sister, who was standing at the door with her arms crossed and a wide smile across her lips. That was when you realised Hoseok had started his act of, ‘fake boyfriend,’ you would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed.

Of course, it was all an act.

He moved your hair away from your face, bringing his own into view with a smile of his own.

“There she is,” he beamed.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away, a grumble of incoherent words leaving your lips as you did so. You could hear Dawon chuckle before walking away and leaving you alone with Hoseok.

“What time’s it?” You yawned, finally kicking off the duvet and sitting up.

“Breakfast time,” was the response you received from your retreating ‘boyfriend.’ “I’ll get you in the kitchen.”

He didn’t look at you before leaving, didn’t make eye contact or smile again. It was weird and you didn’t like it, it was so unlike him. This fake relationship better not ruin your friendship with him, you thought as you got out of bed.

Everyone was already in the kitchen, hustling and bustling to get breakfast down their throats before starting the day. Mrs Jung was brewing coffee while Mr Jung was frying an endless amount of bacon and eggs.

It made you smile, how everyone fell so perfectly in harmony with one another, but then, then there was you. Where did you fit in? Would you have felt differently if you weren’t playing pretend and standing on thin ice?

Hoseok was talking animatedly to his sister, he didn't seem worried or scared he would get caught red-handed about lying. The smile on his lips was genuine and happy, maybe it was because he fit in better than you ever could or would.

“Y/n, my love,” came Mrs Jung’s voice. “What are you doing just standing there? Come and eat, dear.”

You forced a smile over your lips and hastily nodded your head before proceeding towards Mr Jung and taking the plate of freshly cooked breakfast from his hands.

Hoseok was watching you now, the smile on his lips hidden away with a pout, “sit with me,” he spoke, voice soft but grainy like sand.

And your heart flipped into your stomach. You felt sick.

“Are you okay?” Dawon asked when she noticed you hadn't made a move to sit down.

Her delicate voice drew you out of your neverending thoughts and brought you back to reality. There was a genuine smile on her lips while she gazed into your eyes, forcing your mind to calm down.

Maybe she knew something you didn't. You smiled.

“I’m fine,” was what you told her as you sat next to Hoseok. “Jet lagged, I think.”

And she giggled, in turn, making you smile.

“Nothing a hearty breakfast can’t fix,” came Mr Jung, a fatherly grin over his face. “Eat up, little one!”

↝ How you forgot about all your worries

The ocean waves created playful rows of lines into the sand as the sunset beyond the shore. Mr and Mrs Jung were enjoying a cocktail, watching you and Hoseok build a sandcastle from the deck. There was a smile on your face, and they could tell you’d finally relaxed and let yourself go since you got here.

Hoseok pulled out his phone to take a few pictures of the beautiful creation the two of you had created together, as well as, taking the opportunity to snap a few of you without you noticing.

“This has got to be the best sandcastle we've ever built!” Hoseok proclaimed before tugging you to stand up with him. “It’s beautiful!”

A chuckle parted your lips at your best friends over-exaggeration but, he wasn’t wrong, “it’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?” You asked, turning your head to gaze at the male next to you.

There was a huge grin on his face as he squeezed your hand, “we make a good team.”

You nodded at his words, silently agreeing with what he’d said.

At that moment, you noticed the sun had slowly begun to set beyond the sea, creating hues of pink and golden yellows across your best friends features causing him to glow under the light.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your smile?” Hoseok’s voice was soft when he spoke up again, his eyes gazing deeply into yours when you shook your head, ‘no’ in response to his question. “Well, I do. A lot.”

A rosy red blush spread across your cheeks and you felt yourself grow warmer than the sand, Hoseok, on the other hand, however, felt confident in himself and kissed your cheek before he lost this opportunity.

He giggled as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Hobi, your parents are watching!” Your tone was playful and your eyes were gleaming under the sun as you watched him chortle in response.

If only every day was like this, carefree and full of nothing but happiness.

“Come on, let’s walk along the shore before calling it a day,” his voice was like music to your ears.

When Hoseok held out his hand, you didn’t hesitate to intertwine it with your own. Accompanied by a smile over your lips, you let him lead you towards the sea and into the sunset.

↝ How you fell in love

As the days went on you noticed that most of the time the sky was saturated with soft pinks and dusky blues when the sun passed to set over the ocean. You noticed the palm tree leaves grow darker and heavier while they waved ‘goodbye,’ to the ball of fire and ‘hello,’ to the moon.

You noticed the way Hoseok would gaze at you from across the room.

As the days went on so much changed in such little time, but it felt right as swift touches hindered instead, as stares altered to longing gazes, and as your heart racing in fear of getting caught grew into the desire of falling in love.

It made you wonder if Hoseok felt the same, it made you wonder how long you’d felt this way without even realising and, and it made you hope that maybe one day this fake relationship would become something real.

You watched Hoseok as he moved swiftly passed his parents to find his seat next to you, a seat which you saved for him, and only him. There was a small smile on his lips when he made eye contact with you and a sigh of relief parted his lips as soon as he sat down.

Finding comfort with you next to him.

“It’s been such a long day,” he spoke suddenly but softly. “I don't know if I’ll survive the wedding.”

A chuckle parted your lips at his joke, “stop overreacting.”

He stuck out his tongue before retiring his head onto your shoulder and closing his eyes. You listened as his breathing became lighter and the ocean waves grew heavier, it made you wonder if you were his safe space just like he was yours.

And just when you thought he’d fallen into the rabbit hole of sleep, he opened his mouth and said, “promise me something.”

You felt your heart race against your chest and thump, as well as, feel the eruption of butterflies cause slight dizziness, however, you still found yourself nodding your head for him to continue.

“Promise me that we will always be together,” his words were quiet as if they were a secret between you and the ocean. “No matter what.”

There was determination in his eyes when he raised his head off your shoulder to make eye contact with you. To be honest, you didn't really understand the meaning behind his words but you couldn't stop yourself from saying, ‘I promise.’

That was when you realised you’d fallen in love with your best friend.

↝ How your confession lost against another

There were two days left before the wedding, the one main reason why you were in Hawaii the first place— the reason why you were pretending to be Hoseok’s girlfriend.

More family and friends were beginning to arrive, more familiar faces you’d become to love and get to know, but then, then you saw her. The one person you were dreading to see and it only made it worse when Hoseok’s eyes rose in delight and his arms wound themselves around her figure.

It made you feel small and irrelevant, especially when Mrs Jung had to introduce you as Hoseok’s girlfriend because he was too lost in her eyes to do it himself. More so, it made you feel angry and hurt.

Of course, it wasn't his fault you'd fallen in love with him, but he was the one who started it. This whole fake dating ordeal was a bad idea from the start and you knew that, yet, you still gave in to him and went ahead with it.

Now, now you were left feeling broken and lost.

What were you supposed to do? Confess how you feel? Ignore your feelings until the wedding was over? Break off everything? Tell the truth? Your mind was reeling with so many thoughts, you felt like screaming and shouting.

But that wouldn't be fair on anyone— including Hoseok.

So, you gave out an agitated and wearied sigh before calling it a night.

➴➶➴➶

“Y/n?”

It was funny, you didn't realise you were packing your suitcase until Hoseok walked in and asked you what you were doing. It wasn’t until your figure stopped moving and your mind stopped racing, you realised what was happening.

You were leaving.

“What’s going on?” Another question.

A defeated, sad chuckle hastily left your lips as you threw the cardigan in your hand onto the bed and sat down, “what are we, Hoseok?”

When you raised your head to look at him the first thing you noticed was the confusion etched across his face, and it made you wonder if you were over-exaggerated or if you’d read the situation with his ex all wrong.

Whatever it was, it still hurt.

“What do you mean? We’re best friends.”

Another chuckle parted your lips, this time, however, you stood up and progressed to stand in front of him, “what if I told you that I wanted to be more than that?”

“What are you saying?”

You took a step further, “I love you, Hoseok.”

Hoseok didn't reply to your response, he didn't even look at you as his head sank into his chest. You were right when you thought he wouldn't feel the same, you were right when you thought that pretending to be in a relationship would ruin your friendship, and you wanted to cry.

The door behind him opened and in came his ex, her hand found sanctuary in his and her eyes stared intensely into yours. There was more behind this than you thought, something didn't feel right, but you didn't know things would spiral out of control so fast.

↝ How you left without a word

The airport floor was cold—a huge contrast from the warmth outside. It kept your wild thoughts at bay and stopped them from running a riot in your mind. It stopped your tears from spilling down your cheeks and your heart from breaking into what felt like a million pieces.

Maybe leaving without explaining a single word to Dawon or Mrs Jung wasn’t a good idea, but you couldn't stop replaying the image of Hoseok choosing his ex over his friendship with you. A woman who hurt and broke him over someone who was here for him and with him through everything.

Everything.

It took you a few seconds to realise someone was sitting next to you on the floor, it made you laugh that someone like Mr Jung knew you so well. Someone who wasn’t with you all the time, but was there watching you grow up along with his dumb-wit of a son.

“Where do you think you’re going a day before the wedding?”

That was when you let the tears slip down your cold cheeks.

Mr Jung didn’t hesitate to draw you into his fatherly embrace nor did he question why you were crying, perhaps because he knew why—something he’d most likely knew everything all along.

“Let’s go back to the villa, my dear,” he voice was full of love and you couldn't find it in yourself to argue against him. “Mrs Jung has a nice ol’ cup of tea waiting for you.”

And he was right, Mrs Jung was seated at the dining table with two cups of tea—one for herself and one just for you. Seeing her made you miss your own mum, it made you want to curl up in her arms and cry over a stupid boy who broke your heart.

There was a sympathetic smile on her features as she motioned for you to come over, Mr Jung, on the other hand, left the two of you alone—but not before leaving your suitcase in the room you were sharing with Hoseok.

It made you wonder if he’d been worrying about you.

“Now, are you going to tell me what happened?” Spoke Mrs Jung as soon as you sat across from her. There was a stern look on her face and you knew you were in trouble.

It made you laugh.

“Hoseok and I, well... we weren’t really dating, to begin with, it was all a lie to get you and Mr Jung to stop mentioning his ex, yet, as soon as she showed up I didn’t seem to exist anymore,” you sighed, eyes staring into the cup of tea. “When I realised I was in love with him, he’d already chosen her over me.”

Mrs Jung reached for your hand, “tell him again.”

You laughed and shook your head, eyes meeting hers, you smiled sadly and called it a night.

➴➶➴➶

Unfortunately, Hoseok was wide awake when you entered the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, head in his hands murmuring something to himself, but as soon as you opened the door, he’d leapt up and held onto you for dear life.

“What the hell, Hoseok,” you protested. “I can’t breathe.”

However, he didn’t seem to care as his grip tightened around you.

“Where the fuck did you go?” He argued, moving you back to stare into your eyes. “I was so worried!”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you pushed out of his hold, “I didn’t think you would care since your first priority is your ex.”

He sighed in frustration as he watched you undress and put on your nightgown. Why the fuck was being around you so agitating? Why did you make him feel things he’d never felt with his ex?

“She isn’t my first priority,” he said after a moment of silence. “You are.”

“Then why did you choose her over me? Why did you let her say those horrible things to me? Why did you push me away? Why—”

Your argument came to an end as your lips were met with Hoseok’s. He kissed deeply yet, desperately, pushing you into the wall while coiling his arms around your figure.

His breath grew heavier and you silently asked for more.

Never once in your life had you felt this way before, never once had you been so urgent for someone's touch. But this wasn’t just anyone this was Jung Hoseok—your best friend, the very guy you fell deep into the rabbit hole for.

“Don’t think I forgive you, Hoseok,” you breathed against his lips. “You still owe me an explanation.”

He nodded his head before nosing against your neck and biting into the flesh, sucking to leave a mark. A mark to let everyone know exactly who you belonged to.

“Let me make it up to you, baby,” he pleaded.

The air was full of nothing but arousal, more so, you couldn't bring yourself to deny him.

Hoseok kissed you again, this time slowly but intoxicatingly, his hand moved down your form and slipped under your dress, exploring and touching everywhere except where you needed him to touch you.

“Hobi,” you muttered against his lips. “Please stop teasing me.”

His eyes were cloudy and glassy as he stared into yours with so much lust, want and needs. An exhalation escaped your mouth when he connected his lips back to your neck, hand slipping into your pants, taunting your clit.

You heaved at the ministration, writhing beneath him, silently asking for more. For anything, for something. He removed his hand, pulling your dress up along with his hand that progressed towards the back, reaching for the zip.

“Take it off,” he whispered in your ear in a low moan. “Let me see you.”

Your breathing got heavier as you watched him stand back, allowing you to move and take off your cotton dress. Just like that, in slow and precise movements, the dress slipped off and hit the floor.

Hoseok took the opportunity to undress before pulling you towards the bed and pushing you to lie down, so he was on top, so he could assert dominance and let you know that he was in charge and always will be.

It didn’t bother you, not when he knew what he was doing; when he was so confident in the way his hand wandered down your body, towards your heat.

A moan parted your lips, music to Hoseok’s ear. He decided there and then, after hearing you call out his name breathlessly into the night, that it would be his favourite sound.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he muttered into your ear.

You could only nod your head, afraid that your own words would get stuck in your throat due to the pleasure he was causing you.

There was no uncertainty in Hoseok’s movements when he slipped a finger and then another into your heat, he revelled in your moans and whines, urging you to get louder the faster he pumped his digits in and out.

His free hand played with your breast, his lips nipping the skin, forcing you to squirm under his ministrations, it felt so good— amazing even, but you wanted more, needed more.

“Hoseok,” you gasped out, pulling at his hair to gain his attention. “Please, just fuck me already.”

There was a grin on his face, and a glint in his eyes as if he’d been anticipating for you to say those words. As much as he loved teasing you to no extent, he needed to feel you, to be inside you just the way he dreamt about.

He didn’t hesitate to pull off his boxers, to yank your pants down your legs, to line himself and without a single warning, push himself deep inside. Hoseok left you feeling breathless that night, he had you coming undone more than once and he left you feeling fully satisfied as he came deep inside.

There was still so much to talk about to many unanswered questions but those could be left till the next morning, especially after hearing the words, ‘I love you too,’ part from his lips.

↝ How it worked out in the end

The next morning the sun was shining brightly through the sheer curtains, it took you a good minute to realise you were still nude and pressed up against Hoseok’s chest. Arms gripping tightly with no intention to let go and snored filling the serene room accompanied by the sound of the waves.

It was peaceful but your mind was reeling with so many questions.

So, without a single sound, you twisted around in his arms to face him and worked to wake him up. Thankfully it didn’t take long. There was a smile on his lips and a knowing look in his eyes, he knew what was coming and he was ready to answer any and every question.

“Hobi,” you started without hesitation, earning a hum in response. “What are we?”

A chuckle parted his lips and your cheeks grew red, “we’re best friends,” were the first words that parted his lips. “But I’d like to be something more.”

You gulped, “what about your... ex?”

“What about her?”

His teasing tone was not appreciated which is why you slapped his chest earning a grunt in return.

“Baby,” Hoseok pouted. “I was kidding.”

You rolled your eyes before frowning, “then answer the question.”

A chuckle parted his lips before kissing you on the forehead, “she means nothing to me,” he spoke softly. “It took me losing you to realise that. When you left with your suitcase, I immediately explained everything to my mum and dad, we told, you know who, to leave while my dad left to pick you up and I absolutely hated myself for siding with her instead of you.”

“I am so sorry I hurt you,” he finished, eyes gazing into yours.

“I forgive you,” you smiled.

Hoseok kissed lightly kissed your lips earning a giggle from you in return.

“I love you, y/n.”

That was when you knew your friendship grew into a little something more.

“I love you too, Hobi.

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A/N okay this was hectic but thank you for reading!

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kiseiakhun · 4 years

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What are your feelings on Kyle/Jason/Wally. I kinda think it might happen if Kyle had a crush on both. Accidentally tells Wally. Teasing. Jason finding out. Jason and Wally overdramaticly flirting. Dick finds out and Kyle dying from the close proximity of both Jason/Wally Wally/Jason Jason/Kyle Wally/Kyle. And then Flirting/Showing off intensifying. Although I don't really know much about Wally or Kyle. ❤

RUBS HANDS TOGETHER

Hello? This is the greatest ask anyone’s ever sent me. Kyle is a lovey-dovey dumbass who falls in love after two seconds of knowing someone, so like. It’s real. It’s very real. He and Wally would’ve had their thing first? Because of their whole enemies to lovers arc in JL, except - because of that whole dynamic where they started off ragging on each other, I feel like they both would’ve been oblivious to their feelings. Add in a healthy dose of compulsory heterosexuality from Kyle, and yeah... the adults of the League have probably been waiting years for that ship to sail, except the babies just keep being oblivious dunderheads.

(Wally realized in his teen years that he’s not strictly heterosexual, because being on a team with Dick Grayson when you’re male tends to draw out any bent inclinations very, very quickly. It’s just. Kyle is the snot-nosed rookie too big for his britches. He’s a baby? He’s an infant. Wally is not attracted to an infant, wtf.)

And then Kyle goes off on his journey of self-discovery with Donna and Jason. Well, journey of self-discovery for him, because Jason’s ass and body and his devil-may-care tough guy attitude is the culmination of Kyle’s bisexual crisis. Seriously, countdown is basically Kyle going “ugh, that stupid hot sexy asshole is so hot and sexy around Donna, there’s no way she can resist him. Why is he attractive? He needs to stop. I’m going to fight him because he’s TOO HOT.” It’s incredible. If the writers weren’t cowards, countdown would’ve ended with them being in a triad.

Donna’s probably the one who points out that mayhaps... Kyle’s constant mooning over Jason might mean something different... and Kyle’s like wtf, no. And then he actually thinks about it, because Kyle’s one of maybe two (2) men in the dcu who has a semblance of emotional intelligence (idk who the other one is, but I’m sure he’s out there) (edit: it’s Connor. Connor Hawke. Connor is the other man. I was going to say Clark but Clark keeps going to extremes whenever he or his are threatened and. like. he tries, bless his heart, but there’s still a lot of repression going on with him) and he’s like wait. Fuck. Well what do I do with this information!! It’s not like Jason is into guys!!!

To which Donna just looks at him like, how are you so smart yet so stupid at the same time. She remembers how baby Jason mooned over Roy and Dick as much as he mooned over her. She Remembers.

(Also, lbr, Donna’s very experienced by now at dealing with dumb boys in denial about their non-het leanings. See previous statements about being on a team with Dick Grayson. She saw all of it, man. She’s seen so much.)

Cue Kyle, sitting bolt upright in bed after they’ve just wound down for the night and just saying, “Oh my god, Wally.”

And Donna’s just like, yup.

And Jason’s just like ? wtf is that asshole up to now. Whatever, idc, blissfully unaware of Kyle’s bi panic.

Anyway. The world is saved, and they get back to their Earth, and Kyle manages to put it aside because Everything Happens So Much. He’s the Green fking Lantern, okay, he doesn’t have time to deal with sexuality crises, except. Except. It won’t leave him alone?

Like, in his downtime he hangs out with Wally a lot since they’re friends, and oh yes, hello raging crush that he can no longer pretend isn’t a thing, because once Kyle acknowledges his attraction? That is it, man, there’s no turning back from that point. And ik that in canon, Jason threw a snitfit and left Kyle and Donna in the middle of their happy fun space adventure fieldtrip, but let’s say he didn’t have a sudden ooc personality turn because of writer mandate, and he stayed with Kyle and Donna until the end of their journey, and they stayed in touch.

And Kyle realizes, to his horror, that Jason is charming, and funny, and not bad on the eyes, and fuuuuck. This isn’t really helping his stupid dumb crush. Stupid dumb crushes. Goddamn.

(Sometimes Jason even joins him in his Space Adventures because of his new team. More specifically, Kori and her shiny new spaceship that can sustain humans in space conditions, and he is not jealous, shut up, Roy.)

(Roy caught on pretty quickly, because he’s much more empathetic and in tune with other peoples emotions than he pretends to be 90% of the time. Unfortunately, he only uses his powers for chaos.)

Ofc, Wally would start getting curious about Jason eventually because suddenly this kid is fucking everywhere? Dick’s calling on him for intel in the middle of a firefight, and he’s ragging on Roy’s atrocious dress sense, and he’s joking with Donna and Kyle’s giving him the same shit that he used to give to Wally, excuse me. Wasn’t he a villain or something? The last time Wally paid attention to him, he was sawing heads off in Gotham, and now Wally can’t seem to turn without tripping over him. When the fuck did that even happen?

(I’m not sure if Wally ever met Robin!Jason. Hm. Were Jason’s guest-appearances on the team during when Wally was pulling one of his stints of... I don’t WANT to be a hero, I want to be a NORMAL BOY who goes to COLLEGE, even though I literally re-created the Flash’s lab accident down to the letter just so I can have his powers and be a hero and save the world? ... ykw, we don’t acknowledge that era of Wally. This was back when he was a meninist incel or something. Ick.)

... and damn, Wally really can trip over him now, huh. Because he sure did grow up big, and strong, and rugged, and haha fuck now Dick is starting to glare at him, too, and not just at Roy, abort, abort.

...... Wally does attempt to subtly ask Roy, later, if there’s any truth to the statements about him and Jason and Kori that Roy says to Dick to get him all riled up. I say “attempt to” because Wally is bad at subtlety. It’s part of why he and Kyle get along so well. Roy realizes what he’s asking and he about has an apoplexy because Wally? Wally? Now there’s a surprise contender he did not expect, tossing his hat into the ring.

But also. Also... hot.

Roy and Kori are watching all of this while munching popcorn like damn, this is better than TV. Because Kyle’s having his crisis, his Love crisis, and Wally’s having his oh my god why do I find my best friend’s little brother hot crisis, and Jason is just happily oblivious to all of this, because he’s too busy angsting over his dad not loving him enough and dismantling trafficking rings and being the big, bad scourge of Gotham to notice Kyle pining after him like a lovelorn puppy, and Wally eyeing him appreciatively like he hasn’t eaten in a whole hour and Jason is a tender piece of marbled steak roasted on both sides to perfection. He does notice the way Kyle and Wally look at each other, though, because he’s only observant when it comes to the positive emotions of other people. And he is not stepping in the middle of that, tyvm, because from what Roy’s told him the two of them have a looooong history and he does not want to get caught in the middle of that crossfire.

Roy and Kori are both like, what makes you think it’s going to get messy, anyway? And Jason, whose real world examples of functioning relationships are 1. Willis and Catherine Todd, 2. Bruce and Selina, 3. Bruce and Talia, 4. Dick and all his exes, 5. Roy and all of his not-exes because he doesn’t date but people keep falling in love with him anyway and he panics and ghosts them because he is Roy William Commitment Issues Harper, 6. Kori and whatever the fuck she’s got going on with Dick and like, an ex? back on Tamaran? who she might still be married to?? what the fuck, 7. Kyle and Donna and their messy breakup(s)(?) (Jason doesn’t ask, because he Does Not Want To Know) (he’s too busy repressing to realize it’s half because of jealousy), is just like, that’s just how things go.

And Roy and Kori, both having mentally run through all of those ^ options while Jason was thinking of a response, are just like. ... yeah, alright, that’s fair enough.

God, every single relationship in DC is a mess.

Where was I even going with this?

Oh, right. Basically, Kyle is pining like a lovelorn idiot, Wally doesn’t know what the fuck he’s feeling and it’s making him confused, and Jason is ignoring his feelings because maybe if he just represses them hard enough, they won’t spill over and punch him in the face. Honestly, I see Wally making the first move, because his inadequacy issues don’t run as deep as Jason and Kyle’s do, and Kyle’s just like :D and Jason’s like, what the fuck. What the fuck? Because it literally blindsides him, even though it’s stupidly, painfully obvious to everyone else around him.

Either that, or Roy gets sick enough of watching their lovelorn pining, and employs Dick’s help to lock them all in a closet, naked, and fuck it out.

(Dick doesn’t actually disapprove of Jason sleeping with his friends, he just needs to get over his mental block of still seeing Jason as a baby)

Anyway. They’re all a whole-ass mess.

#holy shit this got long #also I just realized I didn't follow the scenario you suggested I'm sorry #them being Fucking Dumbasses pushed out the sexy fluff #hoodflash #jaykyle #flashtorch #jaykylewally #I'm just going to start listing three+ pairings alphabetically now #jason todd #kyle rayner #wally west #roy harper #kori #donna troy #ficlets #asks #bless you for this question #you know what I'm about #redtwomuch

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hellshee · 3 years

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this isn't soft OR happy (in the beginning, i'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending) but bradnate becoming friends post-canon with brad being like stupidly in love with him but nate is...oblivious. and brad just keeps doing everything he can to see nate happy, he sticks around, taking up whatever space nate is willing to offer him in his life, not expecting anything in return. eventually, nate wises up that he has FEELINGS for brad, but brad thinks it's still one-sided. it's a struggle (tm)

ayy do we not love angsty struggles TM??

somehow these boys are so smart and yet such idiots when it comes to each other

also, yes, do break my heart please, it’s what i’m here for (as long as you mend it by the end of the message hahahah)

i’ve actually recently read a fic about this tho it was a tad darker

but anyway yeah.. brad is really the type to pine and look from afar and sufferTM that he loves nate so much but he won’t ever be able to have him

and he’s good at hiding his feelings most of the time, but it still hurts

and he’d definitely try to stick around nate as much as possible just to be in his life in some way even if it hurts because he doesn’t know how to leave nate

and he doesn’t see nate ever feeling anything but friendship with him and he has a lot of trust issues from his ex who’s cheated and left him while he was on tour

but then... NATE realizes that no, in fact, what and how he feels for brad isn’t the same as with the rest of his friends. and at first it comes in hints like seeing brad flirt with someone for shits and giggles and nate actually is pissed? but he can’t figure out why? or being very on edge when brad gets too close.

and then one day nate’s chatting with mike about brad and mike is looking at him in a certain way TM (as if he’s trying to convey his thoughts into a look) and nate stops mid-sentence, staring at mike, and he’s like “oh fuck. i’m actually in love with him.”

and it hits him so strongly that his eyes actually start to sting and he feels panic wash over him and he starts going into a rant about how this can’t happen, about how brad trusts nate to be his friend and now this?? and mike tries to stop nate from hyperventilating about it. he says he isn’t sure it’s one-sided and nate calls him crazy for even thinking brad is interested like that.

mike tells nate to talk to brad but nate leaves mike’s place thinking no i can’t do that there is no way.

when he gets home, where brad’s been staying with him for the past three weeks (because he’s visiting and nate didn’t let him stay at a hotel), nate is trying his best to keep calm.

that is... until brad tells him that he’s hogged nate’s couch for too long and maybe it was time he visited his parents. he’s going to be on tour in three months

and nate is obviously taken aback and hurt. it doesn’t bother him that brad wants to visit his parents because he’s said so before, but he’s also said that it wouldn’t happen for another two weeks.

nate is a mess of emotions. on one hand, he thinks that being next to brad for another two weeks, knowing he’s in love with the man, will be absolute torture and he fears brad might see right through it and react in a way that things between them will turn sour. on another hand, it feels cruel to see brad leave just when nate realized that more than anything, he wants him close

and he doesn’t understand what prompted brad’s change of plans either. did he already sense something? he’s been a bit off for the past few days, but nate never wanted to pry too much in fear of bumping into the iceman.

there’s nothing he can do tho. he can’t ask brad to stay longer. when brad tells him about the change of plans, nate stares at him and nods. feeling numb.

for most of the day, he watches brad pack and there’s this growing tension between them, and within nate’s chest, that makes him feel like he’ll burst into tears. brad doesn’t say much for the most part and nate feels like shouting at him, telling him how he feels. it’s actually painful to stay quiet.

he goes to the bathroom and texts mike. tells him brad is leaving early to see his parents. tells him he wishes he hadn’t realized he’s in love. that it’s so hard to act normal around brad when all he wants is to go to bed and sleep and wake up when it’s all better.

mike tells him again to talk to brad. that nate knows brad will be on tour in three months and if he has something to say, he better say it now, when he still can. he also tells nate that he doesn’t think he can ever say anything that will make brad hate him, even if he didn’t return his feelings. talk to him, nate.

when he finally gets out of the bathroom, and he knows he’s been in there for a while, pacing and pacing and trying to settle his nerves, brad is putting a new shirt on, preparing to leave. he gives nate a weird look and asks if nate’s okay. nate tells him he’s fine, just a bit under the weather.

the process of watching brad pack everything up and get ready to leave physically pains him. it’s like something is stuck in his throat.

“i’ll text you, okay?” brad tells him and he’s by the door. nate stares at him for the longest time, long enough to make brad frown, and then he’s like no. and brad’s like “no?” and nate suddenly goes into a rant, telling brad he’s not, in fact, okay, that he’s just realized that what he’s felt for brad for a long time wasn’t friendship, that it was more than that, and that he wishes he could shut up right now but he can’t let brad go on a tour without telling him as much

i need to stop this is getting so long!!!

hahah

LOVE YOUR PROMPTS SWEETHEART <3

#long post #bradnate #bradxnate #generation kill #anonymous #anna answers #i love mike being nate's bf and giving him good advice in whatever moments when nate cannot think straight #thanks mike you're such a nag!!#haha #otp: bradnate

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kaisooficrec · 4 years

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jfdjsf we’re so sorry to everyone who wanted this list last year before starting school 😭😭(and yall almost finished omg) but on the bright side, you’ll have so many nice fics to read now in summer 😎

Best/Childhood Friends to Lovers:

Internet is for Porn - Jongin is convinced that the only booty that can compete with his bestfriend’s legendary arse is the camboy D.O’s. One of my favourite works by indogomini and KaiSoo fics in general. Pure HILARIOUS lightly angsty smut. The real definition of a fun read.

A Different Morning - thisismylastlie’s latest EXO fic. Jongin’s been (whipped) Kyungsoo’s vlogger bestfriend since forever, but one video changes their life once and for all. I really love slice of life? Especially with a big pinch of pining and humor.

Through The Midnight Streets - Jongin grows up with the Dos after a tragic event and gets to befriend the coldest of them all, Kyungsoo. Located in Paris, unrequited!SuKai, ballerino!Jongin, chaebol (straight, lol)!Kyungsoo, fear of homophobia, sloW BURN and so much pure art. Threeshots on LJ are the real lucky charm.

Bite Me - Hybrid!AU. In a world where hyprids are privileged, human!Kyungsoo suffers from being in love with his dog hybrid bestfriend. It gets even worse when he discovers that Jongin had a mate all this time.

Sticky Fingers - Smut, Humor. Kaleidohscope’s pornstar!Jongin asking his bestfriend to help him wax. Their dynamics here : 10/10 dammit.

when it rains - Oneshot, fluff, Mute!Kyungsoo. Jongin refuses to unfriend his precious hyung, and refuses the title of bestfriend.

Spider Webs - Oneshot, nonau. Kind of dark? EXO Kai and Jongin are two opposites, with the latter being a unsufferable brat who only accepts the company of Kyungsoo, his poor prey. Or so they thought.

Of late night kisses - Nonau, based on KaiSoo’s date on Valentine’s (hehe). Kyungsoo and Jongin rebelliously take a break on Valentine’s Day from rehearsal to go to the movies as friends, but come back as a little more.

Down the Chimney, Into my Heart - Oneshot, Fluff, Christmas!AU. For Kyungsoo, Christmas holds painful memories. Smitten Jongin decides to do something (stupidly cute) about it.

Mine Eyes are Made the Fools - PWP but with somewhat angsty emotional charge. Or roommates hella straightforward Jongin and scared-of-heartbreak Kyungsoo going at it.

Heart on Your Sleeve - Jongin decides to confess to his two years crush/friend on Valentine’s Day while they’re on a trip to Hong Kong. Annoying ChanBaek, newly tattooed!Kyungsoo and nerves make his mission way harder than it should be. Kyungsoo’s vibe here *wolf whistles* .

(First time?) Meeting - (kind of)PWP. Kyungsoo and Jongin are bestfriends who secretely text two hot boys. Everything changes when they decide to meet them.

Hold Down my Shaking Body - Tickling!kink. A really hot (focus on hot) oneshot/PWP. I love fics that include that spark when one of them realizes they like the other and damn, freaky times.

I Love You, Just Like This - Besties as kids, Soo falls for Jongin as they get older but Jongin’s hella popular & Soo’s insecure about his own looks.

Kyungsoo ... Give me your hand! by Saritababo - a nice 36k angsty friends to lovers where jongin has a crush on Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo is teasing him.

City Lights by Life_not_knife - a confession fic where best friends kaisoo get together and jongin cant believe it, it also has smut.

愛戀 : deeply attached - 10k of childhood friends to lovers kaisoo, quite lovely fic. basically they are head over heels for each other.

feels good to be yours - Baker!Kyungsoo and dance instructor!Jongin are best friends, but who kiss a lot. None of their dates work and they take a while to figure out why.

(Best)Friends, but one dates and the other tolerates/realizes their feelings :

If My Yesterday is a Disgrace - Fourshot, Angst, kind of Surrealism, Slice of Life. a gem by wandering-heart from our kfr project *u* they’re best friends, but jongin is hurt because he can never be more than friend and kyungsoo was supposed to marry his girlfriend. NOW allow me to not give any details about the plot because everything is so well thought and emotional and I’d rather leave you the opportunity to discover (and love) this masterpiece by yourself. A new personal favourite.

You are my heart - Chaptered, Angst, OT9 and broken!KaiBaek. At the age of fifteen, Kyungsoo and Jongin promised to marry each other if they’re alone by their thitieth birthday. At the age of twenty nine and thirty, Jongin goes through so much pain and heartbreak while Kyungsoo still pines silently. This teeters on tragic but have faith in the KaiSoo.

Always Have, Always Will - Twoshot. When Jongin looses to Junmyeon the opportunity to take sous-chef!Kyungsoo on a friendly date, he realizes that he might have wanted more all that time.

The Friend Zone - Oneshot, comedy, side!HunHan. Kyungsoo has been sent to the Friend Zone times and times again. He is unaware that his only bestfriend is exactly in the same position as him.

In plain sight - Oneshot, broken!ChenSoo. Jongin’s tired of seeing his bestfriend sad and heartbroken. All he wants from him is to move on. With him.

What If - Oneshot, based on the song “What If”. On the day he plans on confessing, Kyungsoo learns that Jongin is dating Soojung. Uhm, it does have a happy ending but not the one you’re expecting. :,(

Brighter - Angst, nonau. Kyungsoo learns about JenKai and Jongin reminds him that he always comes first.

complications; and how they arise - Twoshot, light angst, temporary ChanSoo. Basically Jongin and Kyungsoo postponing their confessions and drifting apart because of insecurities. Lovely.

Good Intentions - Chaptered, slightly OT12. Kyungsoo is tired of his bestfriend constantly bringing new people to their house and comes up with an idea to quench Jongin’s (their) thirst. Kyungsoo’s a freaking music teacher and prepares a Christmas recital with lil kids and I love it.

nothing scares you about me and you - well well if this isn’t another gem from verseau >:) roommates kaisoo are just friends, best friends, but omega jongin is so oblivious and keeps hooking up with other alphas even though he loves kyungsoo's scent and kyungsoo also has his fair share of omegas which riles jongin to no end, yet he won't admit they're made for each other.

look - "he never thought he'd see that shine again but towards another person." the first ship is kaisoo, then jenkai happens, and then kaisoo again. basically kyungsoo is jealous of jongin being in a relationship.

Ain’t nice - Jongin definitely has a type. This has a nice plot twist, it’s otherwise angsty, and I wouldn’t say that it matches 100% the request but I said I should add it. It’s quite interesting.

The Woes Of The Heart - wedding planner au. kyungsoo loves jongin who is going to marry a girl and kyungsoo is the one that plans their wedding and he pours his feelings in his diary. inarichi snapped with this truly

A Heart at Peace - in this house we worship strange seas! jongin is junmyeon’s younger brother and has always been close to kyungsoo and kyungsoo has always a special place in his heart. but now, they’re adults, jongin feels something that kyungsoo can’t reciprocate because he dates women

Older (best)friends-to-lovers : March14, April14, 2016, 2017

Happy reading! - KFR Admins

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #exo #fic request #r:friends to lovers #j #admin cookie

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lupinbeat · 4 years

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remus lupin. ⌗ one

PROMPT: you and remus both like each other, but you’re too scared to admit it to one another, Soon enough, you’re forced to confront your feelings once and for all. no warnings.

“Remus will like the one on the left”Lily calls from across the Gryffindor seventh year girl’s dormitory. There’s to be a party tonight, held in the forbidden forest after curfew by a Ravenclaw student who neither you, or your red-headed friend, are familiar with. The pair of you had been invited by none other than James Potter - your best friend’s pining boyfriend - and with the end of your time at Hogwarts closing in fast, nobody is prepared to miss out on the night’s rule breaking celebrations, least of all your friends.

You sigh, knitting your brows together with an expression of annoyance - it makes Lily laugh, though this only further adds to your frustration as you stare hopelessly between two of the outfits you’ve picked out as potential candidates for the evening. “I’m not trying to impress Remus, Evans. He doesn’t like me that way, and i’ll probably never see him again once we leave school. There’s hardly any point in getting my hopes up”your words taste sour on your tongue, but you know they’re true, and that you’ve got to be harsh on yourself now to avoid embarrassment later. Remus is bookish and quiet, but he’s quick lipped when he needs to be, and just as troublesome as James Potter, and Sirius Black (only, he is much better at getting away with it). There isn’t a reason in the world why he’d choose to like you. Besides, if he did like you, you’d know by now - what with his loud mouthed friend group.

Lily lowers her gaze, clasping a small gold pendant around her neck as she edges quietly toward your bed, frowning slightly at your fallen expression “don’t say that, why wouldn’t he like you?”. Her words do nothing to console you, she’s got to say that - that’s what best friend’s are for, after all - but her sudden presence at your bedside pushes you into some sort of movement, you’ve been staring stupidly at your outfit options for the night for far too long now, and with a single drop of your hand, one falls to your bed, the other remaining at your side. “it’ll do”you speak quietly, forcing a smile to show that you aren’t completely pathetic “i’ll meet you and the others in the common room in five minutes”. The rest of the dormitory is empty other than you once Lily leaves, Dorcas and Marlene, and your other roommates have already gone on ahead of you and the boys, and it leaves you completely alone to shake off the unwelcome thoughts of Remus Lupin.

Though they return soon enough, a mere half hour later when Lily leaves you alone in the midst of the forest get together, a bottle of fire whiskey clutched in your hands. A group of Slytherin’s had banded together to sneak five crates from the stock room of the Three Broomsticks last weekend, especially for tonight, and a particularly popular Ravenclaw girl has somehow used her notable charms talent to allow music to waver on throughout the bustles of seventh year pupils. It’s all so grand, and you know that you should be enjoying it with your friends, but there’s a thought glued to your mind that never seems to leave, and his name is Remus Lupin. You seem to catch him everywhere you look, over by a shady tree talking to Peter Pettigrew, collecting a fresh bottle of butterbeer from one of the smaller crates brought by Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadows, dancing with Frank Longbottom and his new girlfriend, one of your own friends, Alice Fortescue.

For a moment, you ponder joining a group of Gryffindor girls that you’ve known since first year in their circle of shrieked laughter, but then with a fuzzy afterthought, decide against it. Your head is aching, and your vision is going blurry. You wouldn’t call yourself a light weight by any means, but glancing down at the bottle in your hands, it slips your mind just how many you’ve managed to have since arriving. Fire whiskey is strong, two alone would be enough to knock you flat, and you’ve got an idea that you may just have passed that unknowingly in your wallowing gloom for a boy who doesn’t like you back. Trouble is an understatement, you’ll be on the floor soon enough if you aren’t careful, but there’s nobody to stop you, and your mind has already blurred the line between what’s good for you and what’s bad, so you neck the remainder of the fiery liquid and wince at the burn that travels down your throat. It’s time for you to actually have fun, no more Remus Lupin.

It all seems like a good idea, and for a while it is, just you and hazy faces you can’t quite distinguish from one another. You think you find Lily at one point, dancing with her, though it ends up being a quiet girl from Hufflepuff, who leaves you a few moments later, a look of concern clear on her expression. It seems you aren’t exactly blending into the party well, not that it matters to you by this point, swaying along to the music until, all of a sudden, you feel a throb at your temples, and an acidic burning in your throat. That’s when your feet stop, and you suddenly pause to rethink everything leading up until now, only with little capability of doing so in your drunken manner. You feel hot bile burn, and then you slump over toward the ground and release the contents of your stomach into a pile of leaves.

You don’t have any time to think about the repercussions of your abrupt and unpleasant actions, because before you can even lift your head, a nearby shoe steps forward, and a hand pulls gently at your shoulder to turn you, helping you rest up against a tree trunk. “y/n?’the voice that calls your name is quiet and tender, and almost soothing as you open your eyes and rub the cusp of your palm against your cheek with a discontent groan, though you fall silent when your eyes finally focus in on the soft spoken student, a sloppy grin breaking out across your lips as you slip further into drunken obliviousness “Remus!”you shout it a little too loudly, and some nearby pupils glance over to you with judging stares. Remus notices this, and shifts, propping himself onto his knees to reach your level more comfortably, nodding with a gentle shushing sound “its me”he confirms, humouring your childlike display “you’re absolutely pissed, come on, get up”he raises his eyebrows, still smiling, voice tentative as he attempts to pull you to your feet.

He holds onto both of your hands, stepping up to his own feet as he tries to keep you steady, much to your excitement “are we going on a walk?”you ask, eyes lighting up “i think that’s a good idea”you slur your words, tone pitchy and unbalanced as you finally manage to rise up, stumbling, but not particularly taking note of this as Remus puts in the effort to catch hold of your arms when you threaten to topple straight back to the ground. “i’ve always wanted to go on a walk with you, Remus”you sing out, loudly, uncaring about who hears “but you don’t like walking with me”your lip curls up at that, eyebrows furrowing animatedly “why don’t you want to walk with me?”

Your senseless rambling makes Remus laugh quietly as he leads you out of the bustling clearing, and back toward the castle, nodding along to all the rubbish you manage to pull from your mind. “Y’know, Rem...”you glance up through your lashes clumsily, flinging yourself at the boy’s chest like a child, or a madwoman of some sort, tugging at the collar of his knitted jumper as you grin messily and slur out a sentence you regret, both instantly, and for days after the words leave your foolish lips “I really like you lots. I just think you’re wonderful...so funny....fit.....and fit....and nice... i just like you”you barely even pronounce the words, you’re so far gone, though both of you are well aware that Remus hears them loud and abrupt, because he stiffens, breezy smile slipping into a sudden frown of confusion as he becomes aware of his hands supporting your back, he raises them further up hurriedly, and swallows thickly as heat rushes at his cheeks “you...you like me?”

There is a sudden bout of shattering silence, and you almost feel sobered to the core as your mind catches up to your actions, but you’re too wasted to do much about it, and soon the concerns seem to vanish into a flurry of drunken hysterics. You laugh manically, still stumbled against Remus as he looks at you intently and works out what on earth he’s to do with the sudden confession he’s been confronted with, and the drunk girl falling into his side. Though, instead of saying anything, he steps inward, chest to chest with you once more, and lands a well aimed kiss against your lips. It ends quickly, the Gryffindor boy’s eyes running wild as he clears his throat, glancing away. Neither of you move, or speak, until voices sound out close behind you, and you peer over your shoulder with sudden curiosity, stepping away from Remus, though keeping tight hold of one of his hands, swinging it between the large gap separating the two of you “Lily!”you exclaim loudly, to which James Potter hisses for you to be quiet, and Sirius restrains a shout of laughter at.

You remember nothing of how you eventually made it into the castle without being caught when you wake up the next day, and nothing of how you changed for bed, or how you even got into bed, and for a blissful moment, you remember nothing of what happened between you and Remus Lupin. That is until you open your eyes and feel the woozy sensation of nausea rush though your body, Lily across the room making a similar expression of hungover agony to your own, only she doesn’t have any titanic sized regrets or problems like you do. You wonder if Remus can remember what happened, though it feels apparent that he does, for if you remember correctly, he was absolutely nowhere as drunk as you had been - and much to your humiliation, you’ll have to face him at breakfast soon enough, and then possibly in Hogsmeade if Lily insists you accompany her out with James and the boys (which she no doubt will) on one of the final Saturday trips you and your fellow seventh years will get to have into the small, wizarding village.

However, you’re wrong in your suspicions, because Remus doesn’t appear at breakfast, and when Lily asks where he is - sending you a knowing look of confusion at his absence - Peter replies only with “having a sleep in. Hungover” between mouthfuls of scrambled egg. Later in the day, he fails to join you and the rest of your group in visiting the Three Broomsticks, and Honeydukes, this time with no excuse other than that he has to finish a potions essay due on Monday, and that he’d rather not leave it until tomorrow to do. His failure to make any sort of conversation or effort in regards of the previous night fills you with dread - though he had kissed you, and he had been nowhere near as drunk, so that must be a good thing...mustn’t it? You confide in Lily about this when the dormitory is empty, heart pounding as you try not to stress yourself out about Remus, though to no such avail.

“you should talk to him”Lily tells you on Monday evening before dinner, sat cross legged on her bed as she signs off a letter for her parents and sister back home. Remus had stayed away all weekend, not showing for dinner on Saturday, and leaving early to walk the grounds of Hogwarts with Sirius on Sunday, only returning to sleep and eat food smuggled by James in his dormitory that night. It was rather pathetic, and it was evident that the other three boys had been informed of the dreaded Friday evening disaster, much to your embarrassment. Though, Lily had managed to stop James from being such a pain about it all, which you were grateful for. “no, you need to talk to him about it - he’s being a recluse. It’s silly, both of you are silly”

And so, you find yourself sat in the Gryffindor common room after everybody has begun making their way to dinner, having James somehow convince Remus to finally show his face. The fire is lit, and you’re more nervous than ever before as the sound of low voices erupt out behind you. James falls into view, then with an amused smile, he raises an eyebrow at his friend, who is paused behind the chair you sit at, and rolls his eyes behind the frames of his wired glasses “you are a joke, Moony”he announces flatly, quirking a dark brow “she doesn’t bite. It’s embarrassing watching you two gits. Especially you, Remus - not going to the great hall for three days? Bloody hell, you’ll never live this one down”he blinks, shaking his head, then lets slip a humoured smirk and turns on his heels to leave, ignoring Remus’ retorts.

The two of you remain silent as you turn in your chair to face the boy, a hot flush apparent on your cheeks “why would you avoid me for that long, Remus?”you manage to ask, quietly, voice threatening to wobble “what did you think I was going to do?”. He doesn’t answer right away, eyes focused in on the nearby fire place as he keeps his head low, messy curls the colour of honey as he shakes his head, at a loss for his own actions “I don’t know. I was embarrassed, I kissed you”he shrugs, swallowing back a lump in his throat as he finally glances up and meets your questioning gaze. The reply surprises you, laugh of disbelief slipping out from your mouth as you raise both of your brows at his explanation “yeah, after I admitted my feelings for you!”

Remus narrows his eyes, shrugging, half puzzled, half pitiful for himself “you were drunk, y/n. It doesn’t count”he speaks plainly, like he’s accepted it as a fact, though his expression breaks, startled, when you rise to your feet abruptly, eyes wide “it does count! What are you talking about?”you narrow your eyes, brows lowered “Remus, i’ve liked you for ages. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, at least not like that. because...I don’t know - I didn’t think you liked me like that, or that you ever would” your reply seems to shock him, sending quiet across the room as he mulls your words over and attempts to understand what you’ve just told him, for the second time in the past three days. “so...you like me?”his lips break out into a boyish grin, features lightening as you nod your head, still in disbelief at how completely oblivious someone could be.

“yes, Remus. I like you”

#marauders #youngmarauders #youngremuslupin #remuslupin #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #youngsiriusblack #siriusblack #youngjamespotter #jamespotter #youngpeterpettigrew #peterpettigrew #imagines #harrypotter #harrypotterimagine #maraudersera #marauders fanfiction

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i picture it, soft (and i ache)

or, lucas is in love with eliott. it takes eliott a while to figure it out. | (1.5k), ao3

“i think i might like her, lu.”

whenever eliott meets someone new, lucas is the first person to know.

this time, it’s a girl who lent eliott her tattered copy of a salinger book a month ago. lucas remembers eliott bounding up behind him, eyes bright and hopeful, telling him about the girl with pretty eyes and a smile like sunshine.

see, eliott has always been hopelessly, hopelessly romantic. (this starry-eyed boy with eyes that turn into half-moons when he smiles.)

he has these grand ideas about what love is and what love should be, sticky-sweet, naïve, and endearing, punctuated by forlorn sighs and wistful eyes.

he’s going to break lucas’ heart one day.

“i’m gonna ask her out.”

lucas’ head whips up at the words. he finds eliott worrying his lip with his fingers, eyes so, so blue in the lowlight. lucas’ hands might shake a little when he reaches up to squeeze eliott’s arm, but he smiles just the same. “that’s. that’s great, eliott.”

he feels the tired brag of his heart in his chest. it’s fine. he’s fine.

–

lucas thinks it might be in his best interest to avoid eliott for a bit.

things have been going really well with him and lucille, and while it makes lucas happy to see his best friend constantly smiling and laughing, he isn’t going to lie and say it doesn’t kill him.

he isn’t going to lie and say he doesn’t wish it was him that eliott came home to, sometimes.

in the tv shows lucas watches, pining fruitlessly is romanticized so much, you wouldn’t think it’d be this painful. lucas has lived through it enough to know that it doesn’t get any better, really. it doesn’t fuel or motivate him, doesn’t make him pour himself into his school work in an effort to bury the hopeless feeling.

it just hurts.

so lucas slips away, gradually. enough that eliott doesn’t notice it, the first few weeks. it’s self-preservation, really. it’s self-care.

–

eliott: hi lu

eliott: i know you’re probably busy with school so sorry if im bothering you

eliott: just. i miss you a lot

eliott: text me back sometime yeah? just so i know you’re alright

–

eliott’s waiting for him when lucas gets out of biology, a couple of days later. eliott’s eyes are trained on the ground, his fingernails bitten raw, and lucas wants to reach out and touch so badly that he aches with it. eliott’s eyes meet his before he can give it a second thought.

when he steps towards lucas, it’s slow. tentative. his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and lucas misses the warmth of it—how, if genuine, it’d turn the cold blue of eliott’s gaze into crinkly, crescent moons.

“hi,” lucas says. his voice is quiet and it breaks a little.

“hey, stranger.”

there’s a teasing lilt to eliott’s voice–one that’s gone the second he scans lucas’ features. it’s enough to make lucas feel bad, almost, for not smiling back. he hates when eliott turns unsure of himself like this.

“are things alright?” and, right. eliott’s definitely nervous. the tone of his voice is enough for lucas to look up at him, wide-eyed.

it hurts when he’s met with the way eliott’s hair turns into a soft halo around his head in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

it hurts because he’s beautiful, even when he’s breaking lucas’ heart.

“is—is your mom okay?”

“mhm,” lucas nods and looks away again, stares at the scuffed white of his sneakers. “i’ve been visiting her a lot. she’s doing really good.”

“that’s really—that’s great, lucas. i’m glad.”

he hears eliott heave out a sigh of relief, and his heart twinges at the sound of it, his fingers itching to reach out and clutch at his chest like some lovesick fool.

eliott, oblivious as he is, is earnest enough to ask about lucas’ mom before anything else.

lucas misses him so much he could scream.

there’s a pause in their conversation that lucas is grateful for—a pause lucas wishes would last longer then it does. eliott breaks it after a moment, voice hesitant and soft.

“are we okay?”

and he sounds heartbroken, is the thing. and lucas is, too.

he gathers up all the courage he can muster to look at him one more time, nod absent and smile small. “yeah, eliott. we’re okay.”

–

a week later, lucas finds eliott pacing in front of the door to lucas’ apartment complex, phone in his hand. lucas freezes at the sight of him, brows furrowed, lips bitten red.

eliott doesn’t see him. he’s too engrossed in his phone to look at anything else. lucas watches from afar as eliott’s fingers falter just before his thumb presses a button, watches as eliott’s eyes close out of frustration, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

when he finally presses call a few moments later, lucas feels his own phone buzz in his hand, and.

it’s him eliott’s calling.

he’s too confused by the principle of it that he lets the call go to voicemail, absently, stupidly. when he looks back up, he sees eliott’s face crumple at the rejected call. he watches as eliott closes in on himself, little by little, shoulders hunched and fingers shooting up to worry his bottom lip.

and, like. lucas isn’t sure if he likes this–likes the way eliott’s gone and made himself small, over lucas, of all people.

before he knows it, he’s bounding up the sidewalk, gathering eliott’s entirely too tall body into his arms, because he can’t help it, really. one sad look on eliott’s face and lucas is ready to spread himself thin, ready to crumple into a heap at eliott’s feet.

“lucas,” eliott mumbles, breathless.

slowly, his arms spider around lucas’ torso, warm and familiar enough that lucas feels himself burrow into it. lucas folds into him because it’s all he knows to do. it’s all he ever will if he could.

“i was about to call you.”

lucas pulls away, thumb running circles into the crook of eliott’s arm. “yeah?” he says, dumbly.

he’s a little embarrassed by the softness in his own voice—knows eliott has definitely noticed it with the way his face eases into a smile, eyes soft and helplessly fond. “yeah. i was going to tell you—i think i figured it out.”

lucas’ brows furrow, head tilting a bit. “figured what out?”

“i drew lucille something a few days ago. she kept bugging me about the sketches i have on my walls, asking if i’d ever draw her someday. so i drew her a fox—because foxes are clever and quick on their feet like her, you know?”

the mention of lucille’s name makes lucas’ heart close in on itself like a fist, but eliott goes on, eyes unreadable, grip on lucas firm like an anchor.

“she uh. she hated it. she kept telling me she didn’t get it. i guess she wanted me to make this hyper-realistic drawing of her or something, and i—“

“i remembered the first time we hung out, you know? you asked me what i would draw you as and i almost drove myself insane thinking about the answer. then i gave you this drawing of a hedgehog, because your hair has a life of it’s own, really, like a hedgehog’s spikes, and then you gave me this, like. this huge smile, like it was the best thing you’ve ever seen. like it was something out of the louvre instead of a badly drawn sketch on the back of an old math test.”

eliott is rambling. lucas’ mouth is dry. “eliott, i don’t—“

“i’m saying you get me, lucas. you’re so patient with me, and you actually care about the shitty drawings i make, and you’re so fucking gorgeous, everything about you, really—and i. it took me a drawing of a fucking fox to realize, but i really, really like you, lucas. i like you so much.”

and lucas—surely, lucas is dreaming. because he’s wished for so long that this would happen, would drive himself crazy dreaming about something half as much as whatever this is, right now.

“lucas?” eliott laughs nervously, eyes imploring, and earnest, and so, so blue. “please say something. i’m dying here.”

lucas surges up to kiss him before he can say anything else.

see, eliott has always been hopelessly, hopelessly romantic.

he has these grand ideas about what love is and what love should be, sticky-sweet, naïve, and endearing, punctuated by forlorn sighs and wistful eyes.

but when lucas laughs into the kiss, their teeth knocking together, urgent, and messy, and so fucking perfect eliott could die, eliott thinks, yeah.

maybe he’s just hopeless for this boy.

#skam france #elu fic #elu #ok #for some reason the original post of this just. went missing?#which makes me really sad but what can you do #i'm posting this again just cos i physically want this to be in my blog still #but you can find it on ao3 too #writing

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flintsjohn · 5 years

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if you're still taking prompts, how about one where michael realizes how fondly alex looks at him?

uhh so i didn’t proofread this and also almost forgot to post it so i’m sorry if it’s messy? also very canon-divergent with a hell of a lot of oblivious!michael and all of their friends being awesome :)

“But do you think he likes likes me?”

Max heaves out a sigh and lifts his eyes from the worn copy of War and Peace he’s reading while chewing on an apple. Michael returns the look nervously, biting down on his thumbnail. His eyes fleet to Alex, sitting on a table not too far from them, laughing with Maria and Liz.

“Yes, Michael,” Max finally says after he swallows. “I don’t know why you keep asking me that, bud. You know how he looks at you.”

Michael takes one last moment to look at Alex, all smiles and shining black-lined eyes, and then turns back to Max with a pout. “He never looks at me.” Not once, in three years of high school together and one that Michael has been crushing on him, and not in that way anyway. “I had to steal his guitar for him to even look my way.” That had been a good day for Michael, crush-wise, even though he had been accused of being a thief which in that case, to be fair, he had been.

Max doesn’t seem convinced, by the state of his raised eyebrows, but Michael shrugs and goes back to his sad little salad, trying not to think of Alex Manes or his stupid eyes, rings, outfits, whatever.

II.

Michael has a physics essay to turn in for which the deadline is in three hours and if he doesn’t finish this now he’s going to be fucked, but Isobel doesn’t seem to care. He’s not even sure why she’s here, because visiting for the weekend doesn’t count when she’s at fashion school fifteen minutes away from his dorm on the UNM campus.

He’s only half listening to her latest rant on her relationship problems with Rosa as he writes his conclusion, but when he’s finally sent in the damned thing, cracked his back and focused back on her, she’s apparently moved on, because she’s now asking, “Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Uh?” he says stupidly, eyes burning from being focused for so long on the computer screen. He rubs at them and yawns, reaching for a cup of coffee that is now lukewarm.

“Alex, dumbdumb. You know, your life-long crush.”

Michael snorts because yeah, right. Like he’s just going to gather up the courage like that after three years spent pining dramatically. Besides, Alex is always being swarmed by admirers nowadays, college having given him the freedom he’s never had in high school under his father’s thumb. He’s going on dates left and right with guys far more deserving of him than Michael is. He’s tried saying as much to Isobel, but she apparently hasn’t heard a word of it.

“You know, and I can’t believe I’m saying this because God knows I’m the only functional human being in our family, but Max is right.” She sighs, flicks him on the forehead, and finishes her sentence as she moves to the door like she’d come into his dorm just to tell him that. “You should take the blinders off and see how he looks at you.”

III.

It’s not like Michael and Alex aren’t friends. They are, ever since senior year of high schol, when they bonded over shitty childhoods and music. They still hang out in college – living in the same building, it would be weird if they didn’t – and their friend group has remained pretty much the same since high school in Roswell, so they can’t really avoid each other. So Michael knows, on a logical level, that Alex likes spending time with him. It’s just that he doesn’t think Alex will ever see him that way, and by now everyone but Alex knows about Michael’s crush and they’re not subtle about it.

“So, you two fucked yet?” Rosa asks as she drops on the free chair next to him in the middle of the busy café as Michael waits for Alex’s shift to finish so they can have their study-session. He rushes to shush her, even though Alex is so busy behind the counter that he couldn’t possibly have heard her. He blushes as Rosa rolls her eyes, and goes back to his text book, drumming the page with his pencil.

“Sooner or later you’re gonna have to talk to him,” she reminds him, not unkindly (she’s never as insolent as Isobel is, though her crass language would suggest otherwise). She takes a sip of her latte and stares at the busy crowd, probably waiting for her girlfriend’s blonde head to pop up.

“We talk.”

“Not about things that matter, Mikey-boy.” She grins at the glare he directs her way at the nickname and continues easily, “Like the fact that you love when he smiles and lovingly bats his eyelashes at you while you go on and on about science facts nobody else cares about.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, dropping his head on his book and slamming it down a couple of times. Sometimes he wonders why he’s friends with people like Rosa, who won’t know when to drop some topics, but then he always remembers that Isobel would have his balls if he didn’t make an effort with her girlfriend, so all he ever does in the end is shrug and try to change the subject or deny. “And he doesn’t do… That.”

“Dude. I’m in a band with him. He talks about you all the time.” He picks his head up just in time to catch yet another of Rosa’s patented eye-rolls, and then she’s squealing and jumping up to throw herself into Isobel’s arms. He makes a gagging sound as they kiss as he does every time he has to see that, without fail, but the thought of Alex talking about him when he’s not there keeps nagging him for the rest of the afternoon, even when the man himself joins him with complimentary coffee.

IV.

“Maria, please,” he begs, tugging at her arm for her to stay.

“Jeez, Michael, it’s just Alex. You’ll be fine.” She shakes her head and drops a kiss to his cheek before waving at him and going back to the bar to join the rest of the girls. Hell of a night for Max to be busy and leave him at the mercy of the meanest group of ladies he’s ever met. And, well, Alex.

It’s just Alex, Maria says. Michael snorts and shakes his head, thumb rubbing at the condensation on his beer bottle. Just Alex is always Michael’s problem. He gets tongue-tied and stuttery around Alex, the last four years of shared life experiences forgotten when Alex as much as looks his way.

Which is what happens next, more or less. Alex gets back with his drink and an added sway to his hips which Michael knows, because he’s had to witness it countless times before, means he’s already been hit on by the first guy of the night, and Michael settles in for a long, long night of sulking in his beer.

Thankfully, around the third guy that strikes up a conversation with Alex and offers him a drink, Liz comes to save him. Michael really, really loves Liz, and he hopes Max will pull his head out of his ass and ask her to marry him sooner rather than later so he can have her as his sister-in-law, because Liz is awesome. He tells her as much, because he’s tipsy and loose-tongued enough now that he’s not alone with Alex anymore. She laughs and wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him to the dance floor.

Five minutes later, however, Michael feels like taking back everything he’s just stated about Liz, because she’s swaying with him so she can yell in his ear. “Why did you let him leave?” She draws back to catch Michael’s reaction, which is just a frown, before she continues, “We left you two alone and with alcohol! It was the perfect opportunity, Mikey!”

Scratch awesome, all the girls he knows are downright evil.

Pool night with the boys becomes a thing in college, and they bring it back to Roswell when they all end up moving back. No matter how busy Alex gets with teaching, or how swamped with deadlines for his current writing project Max is, or how tired Kyle is from shifts, or how forgetful Michael gets with new projects in his lab, they try to keep their one night a week going.

Michael is getting drinks at the bar, making small talk with Mimi, when Kyle joins him, clapping him on the back before he takes two of the glasses from him. He’s coming off a double shift and almost missed boys night, though he refused to force them to reschedule, so Michael guesses from his crazy hair and shining eyes that he’s still running high on caffeine. Unfortunately, a caffeinated Kyle is a chatty Kyle.

“So, tell me, what did I miss? It’s been a while since our last night out.” Michael throws a look his way and shrugs at the expectant look on Kyle’s face, which earns him a pout. “C’mon, man, as your best friend outside of your siblings-“

“Liz is my best friend.”

“As your best friend,” Kyle repeats more forcefully, glaring at him until Michael accepts the statement with another shrug, “You should talk to me about this stuff.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Kyle.”

Kyle’s expression drops at that, and he stops to put the drinks down on a random table so he can turn on Michael, even though they haven’t reached the pool table they’ve commandeered for the night yet. “What do you mean nothing?”

“I mean,” Michael sighs, running a hand through his curls. He throws a glance Alex’s way, but he’s deep in conversation with Max and doesn’t seem to notice Kyle is holding him hostage, “Nothing happened.”

“But you went on a date.” Michael nods, taking a sip of his beer since it looks like Kyle isn’t going to release him any time soon. “And you kissed. He told me you two kissed!” Another nod, and Kyle frowns again. “So?”

“So what? He doesn’t want a relationship, Kyle.”

“Did he tell you that?” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest, studying Michael as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. Alex hasn’t actually said that, not in as many words, but Michael can read the signs, and he knows that date was a mistake. Kyle doesn’t seem to agree, because he mutters, “Por Dios, que idiota eres.”

“I speak Spanish.”

“I know! I want you to understand what a dumbass you are!” Kyle pushes a finger into his chest, and Michael barely has time to mutter an ow before Kyle’s hands are on his cheeks and he’s forced to look into the other man’s eyes, which is weird because he hasn’t been this close to Kyle’s face since they drunkenly made out at his graduation party.

“Now, you listen to me, Guerin,” Kyle says determinedly, “You go there, free Alex from Max, and ask him out again. I will not lose the bet because of your obliviousness.”

VI.

“Oh,” Michael breathes as the pictures pop up on the big screen set up appositely for the slideshow. He tried to avoid it, of course, worried about what photos Isobel would be able to unearth, but it was non-negotiable in Isobel’s wedding plan, and unfortunately Alex had been on her side. Alex, who now sighs happily and cuddles closer to him with an inquisitive noise. “That’s- That’s what they always meant.”

“With what, babe?” Alex presses a kiss to his cheek and entwines their fingers, both of them smiling sheepishly when their rings clink together. Three hours haven’t been enough to get used to that (Michael isn’t sure a lifetime will be enough to get used to the fact that he’s just married the love of his life).

“The way you look at me,” Michael whispers, just for them to hear. He nods at the screen, which is now showing a picture of them in college, a guitar in each of their laps, heads bowed together as they play. Michael’s eyes are focused on his fingers in the photo, but Alex is looking at him, an incredibly fond look in his eyes. He has the exact same look in most of their pictures together, and Michael gasps as he looks down to find it replicated on his husband, eyes crinkling with his smile.

“Yeah,” Michael breathes, pressing his forehead to Alex’s, “That look.”

Alex hums, pressing closer to Michael like he would want to fuse them together if he could. He smiles as he drops a kiss to the corner of Michael’s lips, causing him to shiver when his next words brush against his skin like a caress. “I never look away.”

#malex #malex fic #rnm fic #my writing #my ficlets #5+1 thingies ig?#i hope u like this and also can i just say. im love kyle #if that wasnt clear #roswell nm

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mor-beck-more-problems · 4 years

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Phancy Pheromones || Morgan & Jeff

Before Miriam, before the endless night, Morgan went to Dell’s Tavern...

(pheromones were released, but no witches are harmed in the writing of this chatzy)

Morgan’s face was starting to ache from smiling at the woman in front of her, and not in a good way. Sure, she had a star-crossed not-girlfriend she would much rather be with, but that wasn’t happening at the moment. So to ease her sanity, or at least to feel less like a pining damsel, Morgan continued to swipe and chat and on occasion, even meet. Unfortunately, the meeting part tended to implode.

Morgan’s date, a barely thirty admin assistant from the university with bright curls, seemed to be feeling the foreshocks for how the night was going as well. She kept checking her phone and when, at last, it sprang to life to the tune of the FRIENDS theme, she took the call faster than Morgan could say, “No worries! Do what you need to!” When she excused herself early a minute later, Morgan let her go with the lightest, most pitiful of hugs, and turned back to her margarita, ready to dunk her face right in. Maybe she was self-sabotaging, she thought glumly. Or maybe the universe really needed to remind her that, yep, still one hundred percent cursed.

She waved at the bartender. “Hey,” she said, not even hiding her pout. “Another one please?”

Jeff had watched the failing date a little painfully. He had seen it before, and he certainly would see it again, but the second hand embarrassment was always hard to watch. He was happy, though, that it at least didn’t seem like he was going to have to step in and throw anyone out. There had been far too many ‘blink twice if you need help’ or the ‘special drink order’ in his life time. He watched as the woman took a call and as he expected, dipped out as fast as humanly possible.

He had already been making the woman another margarita before he’d been waved down for one. Jeff was not a smart man, but he knew. He placed it down in front of her, and leaned on the bar, looking at her out with a grin. “Bad night?” he asked. “That’s alright, but maybe we should be a little careful with the margs, yeah? I’m Jeff.”

Morgan welcomed the margarita with a dejected sigh and began to slurp straight from the sugar rim. “Was it that obvious?” She said, lifting her eyes to the bartender. He was one of those big, stupidly chiseled types, the kind that probably moonlit as actors or bouncers and got the best tips from sad moms who liked men. But he seemed kind, and his name lit something in the back of her mind. “Jeeeff…” It was a little name, but that big slurp of margarita made it hard to finish. “Are you Jeff with the dog Jeff? Wait, like fa--” She stopped herself and covered her drink with her hand while her brain sloshed back into the right position. “We maybe talked online Jeff. Which would be making meeting you so great if I was less of a mess right now.”

He gave her a wary smile. “Only a little. I’ve seen much fuckin’ worse, let me tell you. Before you two came in, one couple threw their drinks on each other and I had to toss them out. Totally fucking public and embarrassing.” It was true, someone had been filming. But he left that out as she said his name, and he brightened slightly when it looked like they actually knew each other. Or, well, he had talked about his dog with her, at least. “No shit?” Jeff asked. “I have a dog. Lettie. She’s a mastiff.” He grinned widely at her. “Ah, don’t fucking worry about it, no big deal. What’s your name. I talk a lot about Lettie, you know.”

Morgan smirked, a little prolonged by all the syrupy mix and tequila. “Lettie! That’s her name. I have a pet too, she goes on walks, but she’s a cat. Oh, but me. I’m Morgan,” She said. “Morgan Beck. I sell rocks to people who don’t know better and teach frat boys to like reading. You told me about your coin and about your umm…” She gestured clumsily around her back. “But like not really? You’re a very nice Jeff, but you’re also very obvious. I still bet they’re really cool though.” Brain sloshed back enough into place, she took a sip from the straw, smiling at him with her bright blue eyes.

“Morgan!” Jeff said enthusiastically. “You helped me with my fuckin’ mime problem! The coin shit worked. With the coin.” He was still going to go find that stupid ass mime and beat the shit out of it, though. For Lettie. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when she gestured to her back, unsure what she meant, before his eyes widened. “Oh fuck,” he said, leaning in slightly and lowering his voice. “You figured out I have…. Well, you know.” Jeff shrugged slightly, wincing. “We can’t, uh, fucking tell people about that. Wait. How do you know about wings? Are you a fairy?”

“JEFF!” Morgan put out a hand on his face to shush him. And in that moment of contact, she realized even his beard was ridiculously perfect, like, better product than what she used perfect. “This is you being obvious! I’m two margaritas deep and I’m not even using the...F word. And don’t your people hate that word anyway?” She looked at him incredulously, shaking her head. She took back her hand, trying not to be too obvious about giving it a sniff. Jeff’s product smell or maybe Jeff smell was...really good. “Jeff, you gotta be more careful than that. You’re way too pretty to get Warden’d-d…” Morgan waved the word away. She was confident enough he got the point.

“MORGAN!” He responded instantly, almost jumping from the sudden contact. “Ah -” Fuck. Humans and their damn body heat. Jeff was glad he had fed before this otherwise he’d be tempted to take some from Morgan. He didn’t like feeding off people he knew. At least, well, not anymore. He shook it off. “Oblivious? That’s not - oh. Yeah. Fuck, I forgot again.” He frowned. Deirdre was going to be disappointed. “I’m a little new. Sort of. And I don’t get what the big fucking deal is, it’s just a - oh. You know about Wardens?” Jeff frowned, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. “I know about Warden’s alright, don’t fuckin’ worry. They killed my father. I’m up to speed.”

“Ob-vi-ous,” Morgan sounded out the word gently, although she was no longer confident about which one she had actually said. She wondered if by ‘new’ Jeff meant that whatever he was had been freshly activated, wings and all, but it seemed rude to ask in a busy bar. “Words have power,” she said, nursing her straw some more, eyes still fixed on Jeff. He had the brightest eyes, like little blue lanterns. “But you can reclaim things for yourself, that’s a real thing,” There was a very clever and very helpful speech to accompany that, but it fell out of Morgan’s head as Jeff frowned (it was a very pretty frown) and mentioned his father. “Oh, Jeff! I’m so sorry, that’s horrible! Did someone kill them for doing it? I probably can’t do it, but someone should. Could I do something to make you feel better instead?”

Jeff looked at Morgan a little doubtfully. He wasn’t even a real fae - well, he was, and he had the fucking wings and iron allergy to prove it. But he missed the memo where they were supposed to be better than everyone else. “I don’t think so,” he said with a shrug. “I’m supposed to remember so my fair- fae friend doesn’t get upset.” He though that was a good explanation as he looked back at Morgan, before his eyebrows shot up. “Kill them? The wardens? Fuck if I know. I was only called in to identify his body - asshole listed me as next of kin or something. We weren’t closed. You don’t have to - I mean, that’s kind of fuckin’, you know, murder.” Jeff said, thinking on it. He didn’t think the rules were the same for humans, and he wasn’t especially sympathetic to people that would murder his father just because he was Fae. Maybe murder was the right answer. He shrugged it off. “You know what would make me feel better?” He said, realized that Morgan was a little sloshed. “If you let me get you a glass of water.”

“Equivalent exchange, Jeff,” Morgan said with fond patience. “And it’s different when you’re doing it for payback, or to protect someone, even if that someone’s you. There’s probably other good reasons, but I can’t think of them right now.” She laughed again, encouraging Jeff to smile. Jeff really should smile more. Morgan propped herself up on her elbows as he mentioned something to make him feel better. She looked at him eagerly. “Water! Because I’m this close to being sorority girl drunk, right? Aw, Jeff, you’re so sweet! For you, yes, I will have water. So much water. A whole pitcher if you want me to!”

“You can’t think of them because you’re drunk,” Jeff informed her, with a wry grin. He probably should have been more annoyed, but he wasn’t. He liked Morgan, she was clearly a sweet woman and wanted what was best for not only him but for others. He hoped that the shitty world would be kind to her and give her a better date the next time she went out. He held up one finger to her, to tell her to wait a second while he grabbed a glass and filled it with ice water. “If you were a drunk sorotiy girl, I’d make fuckin’ Marty deal with you. You’re my friend. Why don’t we try one glass, for now, and then we can call you a car. I’m sorry, but I need your keys too.” Jeff said sheepishly, putting the glass in front of her.

“One glass? That’s easy.” Morgan took it in hand and started to chug. She was halfway through when Jeff asked for her keys. She put the glass down with a pout and fished the keys out of her pockets. “But I love my car! Will you take good care of her? She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever had. Like crazy pretty, like the girl that gave it to me. It’s a Subaru.” She plopped them into his hand with a sigh. “Do you have a pretty car, Jeff?”

“Oh! Hey! Don’t chug, it’ll upset your fucking stomach!” Jeff said, quickly, shaking his head, but he relaxed when he safely took her keys from her. “Your car will be safe, I’m sure it’s very pretty, don’t worry. Your Subaru is safe with the bar, they won’t tow - ” Jeff stopped slightly, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. Girl that gave it to her. She was on a date a girl. Subaru. Jeff had been pretty sure Morgan was giving him the drunk cow eyes a half second ago, before he realized something. He hadn’t been paying attention to his fucking pheromones. He cursed, and leaned forward. “Morgan,” he said, carefully. “Look at me a sec. You, uh…. How are you feeling right now?”

Morgan moved down to a sip at Jeff’s insistence. Anything to make that big guy happy. She even made a show of it, holding the glass up for him to see. “Ooh, me? I’m feeling great! I’ve had so much tequila I’m not even sad anymore, and I have you! Sweet, pretty friend Jeff!” She blinked at him, lashes fluttering coyly. “And how are you feeling, Jeff? Are you feeling better yet? Because we can keep working at this if you’re not.”

Jeff stared at her a moment, before cursing again, running a hand down his face. She was definitely fucking pheromoned. Pheromones mixed with alcohol… Not great. He glanced at the clock behind him, and around the bar. It was quieting down too. Marty could survive a half hour without him. “Morgan,” he said, carefully, lowering his voice. “Fuckin’ look at me a sec - uh - you know what a Gancanagh is?” He asked. And then, “Nevermind, you’re drunk, I accidentally fucking gor you with my pheromones. I need to take you home.”

“A gang-a-roo-huh? Is this a, you know, the f word thing?” Morgan asked. She gasped. “Are you telling me your species?” She whispered, badly. “That’s so sweet! Jeff, I don’t even know how to pay you back for something like that.” She arched a brow, laughing. “Take me home? Seriously? You know, I’m usually way too gay for this, but you’re just like--the man, Jeff. If you’re in, I’m in.”

“Fuck me,” Jeff groaned, running his hands down his face. His fellow bartender glanced over, and Jeff just waved him off. “Marty, I gotta take this ‘ne home. I’ll be back to help you close up.” Technically, he was head bartender. He could do what he wanted. And Marty wasn’t an idiot, he trusted him. He looked back at Morgan. “Yes, I am,” he said, “Lower your fuckin’ voice - and don’t get any funny ideas. We’re not doing anything, I’m taking you home because I accidentally pheromoned you. Shhh, let’s go. I’ll drive your car home and take a car back.”

“Whatever you say, Jeff!” Morgan sing-songed. She slipped off her stool, clumsily. “You are the man, I’m just along for the ride.” She made her way around to the other side of the bar, legs shaking like a baby deer and braced herself on the end to meet him, smiling big. “But, you know, if you changed your mind, you could get to say you did it with a lesbian. And you’ll be nice to the pretty car, right? She’s fae-ry magical. You see what I did there?”

“No! No, stop that!” Jeff scolded, but he couldn't exactly be mad at her because this was his fucking fault. He almost groaned when she saw how she was walking, but he remembered his manners his mother taught him. He was going to have to help her to the car. Jeff held out his arm for her to grab. “Morgan, my friend, you will not be fucking saying that tomorrow. And also, you’re drunk,” he reminded her. “I did that. Very fuckin’ funny.” He started to very carefully lead her outside. “Subaru, right? What color?”

“No one says the same thing tomorrow,” Morgan said, feeling very clever in the moment. “Mm, yes, pherom-men-o-menomes. You’re gonna have to explain the details on that one later, and I trust you, because you’re Jeff! And it’s the red one! She’s perfect right? I love her, but ssshhh. You’re bad at keeping secrets Jeff, but sssshh. I trust you to do the thing though. You’re a good Jeff.”

“You might be right about that, but it’s different when - ah, why the fuck am I bothering,” Jeff muttered. He couldn’t believe he had done it again. It was different when he accidentally did it to the occasional too-drunk Karen, where he could shove them in an uber and feel a little bad about it later, but Morgan was his friend. “She is a nice car,” Jeff said, rounding to the passenger side to open the door for her. “What thing? We’re not doing any fuckin’ things. And yeah, I’ll explain when you have your head on straight tomorrow.”

“The thing thing!” Morgan said. She plopped into her seat and fumbled with the buckle and ran her hands fondly over the upholstery. “The um…” It was slipping out of her brain again, like so much margarita mix over the rim of a glass. “Well whatever it is, you got it just fine, because you’re the best, you know? Oh, but hey, can you um--?” She held the buckle over her eye, like an alder stone. “I can’t make my hands do the thing. I can’t do a lot of things without making a mess but you got me for this one, right Jeff?”

“No, no!” Jeff said, having gone round to the driver's side. “No thing thing either!” He was assuming all things were sexual in nature until specified otherwise. Abso-fucking-lately not. He glanced over at her. “Your seat belt? Ah - it’s going to make it worse,” he muttered shaking his head. Still, safety first. He turned the car on, and gingerly reached over pulling the belt across her and clicking it into place. Then he adjusted the seat so he could drive more comfortably, and pulled out of her spot. “Alright, you tell me where to go now. When I get you home , you have to drink a lot of fuckin water, alright?”

“Aye, aye, Jeff!” Morgan said. She gave him her address and settled into the comfy seat, still fondly running her hands over the upholstery. She gave Jeff her address and let him walk her inside, where she promptly collapsed face down on the couch. It was after a massive jug of water had materialized at her side (had she peeled herself off the couch like Jeff asked? Had Jeff gotten it for her?) and after she accidentally turned on the TV by rolling on top of the remote wrong, that something cleared in her head. Something not quite the rapid intake of tequila she’d had. Morgan sat up on the couch. She looked to the door. Looked at the water jug. Looked to her car keys. “...Did I seriously hit on a guy??”

#wr jeff #wr chatzy #wr jeff chatzy #phancy pheromones

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gigili-jiggly · 5 years

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can you list your favorite klance fics ://

(i’m not sure how to respond to your ‘ :// ‘ emoji, but i’ll take any excuse to gush about fics lol)

I have so many favorite fics, so I’ll just list some oneshots for now so that this list doesn’t become too long

(I might post a list of more oneshots and ongoing fics if anyone is interested!)

SFW Oneshots:

you’re lucky that’s what i like by @zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

This is literally the cutest and softest klance series I’ve read in a long time!! It gives me lots of feelings and feeds my need for lovestruck Keith ladfajdifjdsklf

hey, mom, i met a boy by @mothpoem

“Sweetheart,” says Lance, his hair longer, his shoulders broader, the slope of his nose uneven now where it didn’t used to be, “you don’t know the half of it.”

LISTEN. This fic owns my ass, it’s so good. It has all my favorite tropes (marriage proposals, visions of the future, love realizations, etc.) and every moment between Lance and Keith is so sweet and full of love hnnngh.

i know what you did last summer by seventies

Saving angry, mysterious damsels in distress multiple times weren’t in the job description of being a lifeguard. It would have been slightly bearable if only everyone would stop asking Lance if he remembered what he did last summer. What really happened, anyway? AU

Pining Keith? Oblivious Lance? A little bit of Memory Loss? Heck yeah!!! This fic also made me laugh a lot, so I always reread this when I need a pick-me-up

this, our town of halloween by @tobiologist

“Yeah, well, it’s written all over both of your faces,” Lance hisses. “It’s not a big deal.”

Pidge taps her chin. “Oh, you mean Keith, the local introvert and your ex-rival, creeping out of his cave to go to a huge Halloween celebration with you and your little niece and nephew? Of course that’s not a big deal. Silly me!”

Or: Lance invites Keith to Disneyland on Halloween and glimpses an entirely new side of the boy he has a stupidly massive crush on.

Lately, I’ve been loving tropes where people go on a ‘date’, insist that it’s not a date and then finally realize it’s a date. Also, pining Lance is good shit.

Smell as Sweet by ultimateparadox

Coffee and love, Lance thinks, are the only universal constants.

Established relationship!!! Marriage proposals!!! Becoming a family!!! Everything here is amazing!!!

Bastion by Foxcote

In a healing universe, Keith and Lance await the arrival of their daughter.

I am a sucker for klance as parents, and one scene in particular between Keith and Krolia really captured my heart

In every reality, I reach for you by @enlacinglineswrites

Stories inspired the Klance AU month prompts.

I love drabble series and this one right here has so many interesting and wonderful aus! I read it time and time again like a morning newspaper lol.

Somewhere a Clock is Ticking by @emphasis-all-mine

This is a story about time travel, lost memories, growing up broken, ukulele lessons, peanut butter banana sandwiches, and a stuffed hippo named Patches.

This is also the story of how James Griffin saved the world, but couldn’t stop his parents from falling in love.

Literally the fic that made me warm up to James! I’ve always loved time travel stories and the characterizations in this fic is so fun and enjoyable, I hold it very close to my heart! Also, klance family aldjofiadjfdf

5 + 1 times: lance and the search for keith’s boyfriend by @starwar

Who could it be?!

Lance tried to convince himself it wasn’t jealousy… it was just friendly concern. He had to ensure that whoever Keith was with treated him well, not that Keith needed Lance to look after him, but still, Keith deserved the world and Lance wanted to make sure whoever he was with gave that to him.

Just buddy-buddy concerns.

or alternatively; 5 + 1 times lance doesn’t realise he’s keith’s boyfriend

Oblivious Lance who doesn’t know he’s Keith’s boyfriend? Bet your ass I’m gonna read that!!

chaser of fate by freshia

Where Lance thinks everyone else is really frickin’ weird, the others spend copious amounts of time trying to get him to just remember, and Keith just wants to (re?)live his life.

(Modern Reincarnation AU where the biggest threat to face, is the looming deadlines for essays.)

One of the first klance fics I’ve read and one that I absolutely consider a classic. I love me some reincarnation au’s, and I love how this one is nice and not too angsty!

Save the Date by @thathopelessromantic

They had gotten married in the middle of a war, on an alien spaceship, both boasting major injuries. It was rushed and short and the team was thrust into battle almost immediately after “I do.” But afterwards, after some insistent questioning from Keith, Lance admitted to things he had let himself imagine for their wedding, were they to have had one on Earth.

Cute established and married klance celebrating their anniversary, what more can a girl want?

Speak for the Stars by @speakswords

All Lance has ever wanted is to prove his worth. So, maybe it’s fitting that the Black Lion picked him right when Lotor betrayed them and Shiro’s clone went rogue. Right when the team was at its lowest and closest to failing.

The desire for glory that Lance grew up with—that drove him to join the Garrison and pursue fighter class, that drove him into his one-sided rivalry with Keith, that drove him after Keith in the Sonoran Desert and into Blue’s cockpit and into space and into the war in the first place—it’s a relic of the past for him now. All he wants these days is to keep his friends alive and the Coalition afloat, and he tries his best, despite the pervasive fear that he isn’t the right person for this monumental task. Despite the growing certainty that Black picked the wrong guy.

This fear will be put to the ultimate test when the mess that ensnares the team after the clone disaster turns out to be a labyrinth more winding than any of them were prepared for. Because Lance might just be the only person equipped to lead them through this maze and into the light.

I love those tropes where peeps get stuck in their own dreams and someone has to help them snap out of it. This fic does this wonderfully with Lance and I loved Keith’s dream in here, it was so sweet

in every reality, we meet by ULTIOcean

Small one-shots about our favorite team, taken from a prompt list on tumblr for the October Writting Challenge, in which i’ll write 31 short stories, unrelated to each other, each insipred by the prompt of the day.

i adore this drabble series, each chapter is such a unique take on the prompt!

you’ve got a hand for the taking (i’m about to take it to the moon) by seabear

“I think,” Lance says, squinting, “he’s a vampire.”

one of my comfort fics to be honest. i really really like their interactions here and the confession scene makes me very happy

where & how we’ll land by @ephemelody

The first time Keith meets Lance is also the first time they kiss. It all goes downhill for him from there.

looking for a childhood klance fic that is so so good? this one is a classic!!!

Complete Mature/Explicit Oneshots:

assemble by groovystars

‘there was an idea- katie and hunk know about it- called the voltron initiative. the plan was-is, god, it is- to bring together a group of remarkable people, and see if together they could become something more. to fight the battles we never could. i wasn’t sure though. just knew that katie and hunk could do it, maybe lance if he wasn’t knee-deep in cover work. but now that cap’s used to the century and keith kogane turned up from the dead, and we have a literal god on our hands… now- now i think we can do that. i think we can believe in heroes.’

aka the marvel au that’s probably already been done

As a huge Marvel fan, this is an amazing superhero au!! It has klance and shatt, as well as lotor and allura in a thor and loki dynamic!

i like me better when i’m with you by @reader115

His mother’s advice when the war is over? That he should ask for what he wants.

Keith joins Lance and his family on their farm, and Lance wishes for a never ending visit.

i’ve read so many post-canon fics when vld ended and this one is one of my absolute favorites. It’s because of this fic that i started associating the song with klance, haha! I love the characterizations and the overall sweetness/lovey dovey feeling the fic has and aldoifjaidfd I just love reading this over and over again

there are worse things i could do by @peachgrdn

His chest went tight when he recalled Keith’s face. What did it have to mean? They’d never been lovers; that much was clear.

When Lance goes out to buy himself a gift for his own pleasure, it comes with a little emotional baggage. Only just as he thinks he can manage it, Keith throws himself into the mix, and Lance realizes he must come to terms with buried feelings.

honestly, i consider lyssy the queen for fluffy and feely smut lol. I love her humor in this one as well as the many feels it gives me…just aldkjodfa i love this fic a lot okay?

kiss me (like it hurts) by mottainai

Purple light streamed through his kitchen window from the neon sign across the street, getting tangled in Keith’s hair and painted on the planes of his shoulders. He held his breath, afraid to disturb the moment. Keith’s eyes were on his, too soft to be coming from a dangerous man. Lance could see himself becoming caught in the gap in his teeth, pressed into the groves of his calloused hands, inked across his ribs. It should terrify him, the kind of terror of one looking into the belly of the beast.

But it didn’t.

Or: Keith and Lance, told through arguments and resolutions

i’m such a sucker for gangster keith stuff and this fic here has one of my favorite takes on it. perfect for rereading again and again!

lure by chaeriee

Becoming indebted to Keith Kogane was not a part of Lance’s future plans. Falling for him, even less so.

another gangster keith fic and it has almost all of my guilty pleasures in it uwu. i love those /person A needs to pay off a debt and works for person B while unknowingly becoming the most important one to them’ storylines haha!

Alpha Affairs by marizousbooty

Keith and Lance take a romantic vacation to the mountains for a snowy weekend getaway.

vampire lance and werewolf keith….doing it….good stuff

Heaven in hiding by i_write_shakespeare_not_disney

Keith finds something interesting in Lance’s drawer and it leads to one of the most amazing nights of his life.

insecure lance in lingerie and keith helping him become comfortable with it? sexy.

Beast of Burden by melancholymango

“Keith, no, we can’t go again.” Lance pleads fall on deaf ears. Keith is honed in on him now like predator to prey. He’s fighting a losing battle and they both know it. He sees it in the way Keith is raking his eyes over him, sizing him up. “We’ll be so late getting to the bar.”

“Just one more.” Keith insists, herding Lance toward the counter with a stubbornness that is innately wolf. Lance pouts, but he doesn’t have anywhere else to go but backward.

“That’s what you said last time! And the time before that!”

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The week leading up to a supermoon, as told by the world’s best werewolf boyfriend, Lance McClain. The good, the bad, and the horny.

I read this on Halloween and I’m not even ashamed of how much I enjoyed this. This fic made me very very biased towards werewolf keith lol.

#Anonymous #klance fic #fic rec #wipes forehead #whoo!!!#that took a lot out of me #if you enjoy any of these pls give the writers some love!!!#they're really amazing peeps!!!

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