#smiling face with three hearts emoji . I CARE THEM

[art-o-gant]

my fucking les mis brainrot is back can you believe it.

marius jumpscare under the cut

marius be upon ye

[causenessus]

Dating Them. | Haikyuu

inc. akaashi, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, sugawara, kageyama, kuroo

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)

song recc: i got carried away and gave them all a song but i can't help myself so if u want another one, loverboy by a-wall

word count: 3105 words

summary: "what does dating them look like?"

i love them all sm <3 hopefully these all make sense!! tysm to @luvring for sending me down a deep retrograde with rex orange county whom i almost chose to link a song to for everyone but then narrowed it down to just oikawa <3 also almost put in we & us for akaashi but freaked out 💃 pls check out this post by her that inspired me!! it was so sweet

akaashi

even if my heart stops beating you're the only thing i need with me even if the earth starts shaking you're the only thing worth taking even if the sky's on fire got you here, it's alright

looks like little gifts and notes left for each other everywhere

lunches made for the other left in lockers and on desks with little love notes <3

tell me he wouldn’t end every note to you with a little " ♡ ᵕ̈ " i dare you

you both handwrite the notes because texts are for losers

unless ofc one of you is out of town and you’re separated

then there are good morning and goodnight and i miss you texts

ending with ୧⍤⃝💐 and ᴖ̈ emojis

you both are very busy people so you just try to make sure the other is taken care of and knows they’re loved until you guys see each other again <3

dates are always lovely with him but the best part of them is when you guys get to go home

when it’s late at night and one of you is between the legs of the other, laying against their chest as you both do your individual things or something together

since life is so hectic it’s nice to just have these quiet moments in each other's presence <3 all he needs is to be around you and he doesn’t need anything else

there's definitely so many intimate and domestic moments with him

getting home from games used to be one of the worst parts of playing volleyball but you’ve made him look forward to it 

he loves to call or text you on the way home <3

if you’re able to stay at his house and be there when he gets home even better !!

you’re always taking care of him, making him something to eat or cleaning him up <3

how you guys started getting interested in each other?

I think at first sight you were curious about each other but one specific interaction sealed the deal <3

akaashi for sure knows so many random facts and how things work and most of the time when bokuto says something, it’s incorrect and akaashi will correct him <3

one afternoon when you three were together, bokuto was rambling about something he thought was impossible and threw a look towards akaashi, “and i don’t want to hear a ‘well, actually’ from you, there’s no way i'm wrong. if we're building things on earth that means more stuff on it and so it's getting heavier.”

akaashi only smiled, looking at his fingers as he played with them, “yes, but everything we're making those buildings out of already existed on the earth prior to–”

bokuto groaned, hands in his hair as he bent over, “no way! you know too much akaashi, I don’t even know if that’s a good thing or not” 

you let out a small laugh at the exchange. you wanted to add something but your chest tightened with anxiety, fearing that it would reveal how you truly felt. however, it slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, “i actually like it, i think it’s really cool that you know so much, akaashi-san. i admire it.”

bokuto, still bent with his arms on his legs immediately turned his head towards you with sharp eyes and brows raised, a teasing smile on his face

akaashi, on the other hand, had turned slightly red, his lips stuck between wanting to smile and trying to play off the compliment as if it hadn’t made his heart stop for a second

you’re cheeks had also warmed, realizing that if bokuto immediately got it through his thick skull (with love ♡) there was no way akaashi hadn’t

since he’s quiet by nature, the sweetest thing for him is someone who will really listen to what he has to say and the fact that you found it interesting just topped it all off <3

bokuto

sweet talk everything you say it sounds like  sweet talk to my ears

looks like seeing each other in the halls and he brightens up, the world literally getting brighter as he sees you and he can’t stop the wide smile that spreads across his face <3

i think what he really needs is someone that matches his energy. you might be a little calmer than him due to the fact that you’re not jumping up and down but you’re just as happy, a smile wide on your face, eyes wide and you’re pushing through the crowd to get to him as well

if you are able to, you always come to his matches and it makes a difference in his playing <3

ofc before dating he was just as amazing as a player but now that he gets to see you while doing what he loves, there’s so much energy and happiness that wells up in him he ends up jumping higher and being more vocal

without a doubt he’s always looking up to you in the stands before every rally

it makes your heart stir, too, whenever he makes eye contact with you and you can’t help but smile and cheer with all the love in the world whenever you both meet eyes

whenever he’s home from a match, you bet that he’s heading to you as soon as possible if you allow him to

loves to collapse on you, strong arms wrapped around your waist and he rests his head on your stomach, body between your legs

will fall asleep so fast if you run your hands through his hair, loves it if you just comb through it from the front, pushing it back as they slide to the back of his head and then move back to the front to run through the strands again

even better if you talk to him as you love on him while he’s resting on you

hugs you tighter when you praise him, letting out a small sigh as he relaxes

“you did so well today, kou. ‘m so proud of you,” you hum.

“you mean it, baby?” he mumbles, face still buried into your shirt.

“i mean it. i would never miss any of your games if i can help it for the world, love.”

the last thing he can get out is an “i love you so much" before his eyes fall shut

oikawa

girl, if you want it there’s no good reason not to love if you want it

looks like keeping him company even when it’s three in the morning <3

he’ll hold you close or have you on his lap, arms wrapped around you when he’s up at night watching other team’s volleyball matches

loves to talk you through the plays as well if you have any questions

will take the time to pause the video and point out anything <3

“see what they did here? they purposely left an opening in the block for the libero to cover. it corners the spiker either way,” he spoke softly, a small smile on his face as he explains the tactic to you.

“i think i understand. you guys have done that before too, right?” you nod, eyes focused on the screen as you lean to the side, resting your head on his shoulder

he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “we have, pretty. i didn’t think you paid so much attention.”

“of course i do!” you pouted, tilting your head to look slightly on him. 

he met your eyes with a teasing smile, “i’m only joking, princess. i see how hard you focus, you look super cute when you do, after all.”

you buried your face into his shoulder, too red to keep looking at him

you’re definitely a part of his squad (iwa, makki, matsu) even if you’re a grade below them

if you didn't already know them, he also definitely introduced you to the group as “his girl”

from then on out, you had four scary guard dogs should you ever need them <3

he’s glad to have someone so close to him that also gets along with his friends, so he’s happy as can be when you’re all hanging out

ofc also enjoys one on one time with u as seen above

after matches, you’re always loving on him, whether he won or lost

if he won, similar to bokuto, you’re praising him the whole way, pressing kisses to his forehead as he lays on you, completely content as he rests

if he lost, there’s no words exchanged between you two until he’s ready. it’s not that words will lead to anything bad, but you know what will help him. you know that for him, he’ll recover with time. after he’s thought about it, he’ll express all his feelings and emotions to you, so you only need to wait for him to be ready. in the meantime, you’ll love on him and make sure he takes care of himself. you’ll stay with him so that he knows he’s not alone and when he’s ready, you caress his face, softly wiping his eyes whenever they tear up and listen to anything he wants to say <3

iwaizumi

my baby here on earth showed me what my heart was worth so when it comes to be my turn could you shine it down here for her?

looks like giving you gifts everytime he sees you

probably actually started with you giving him gifts all the time first <3

def friends to lovers i can see it

when you started giving him gifts, it stirred something inside of him and his friends kept telling him that you definitely liked him back

he was still unsure tho bc we’re talking a man with a whole fan club and two other men who have nothing better to do but tease other people so how trustworthy is their advice really

but he wanted to be hopeful so he started getting you things too (credit to makki & matsu, best wingmen)

because your relationship with iwa was 100% friends to lovers, said wingmen + whatever oikawa is definitely supported you both and were trying to play cupid

makki and matsu helped iwa find out what you liked without making it obvious and since he was too nervous to ask you on his own

also tried to inconspicuously ask if you were interested in anyone in which you immediately turned red and hid your face

the two boys turned to each other with a smirk because they knew they were definitely right

they probably got you to plan a confession to iwa, swearing on their lives that iwa liked you back

(makki and co. also definitely found a way to listen to it all go down and probably even recorded it)

as soon as you guys start dating he’s all over you <3 probably beats you to buying something most of the time but you still try to buy him things as often as you can

i think he’d adore flowers from you <3 they’re some of the sweetest things you can get them

mad dog respects you as an extent of his respect of iwa

definitely lots of words of affirmation in your relationship too

after the spring high semifinals you were in his lap, letting him hide his face in the crook of your neck as his whole body shook

you rubbed the back of his head with one hand, the other placed on one of his arms which were wrapped around you,

“i just want you to know how proud i am of you, hajime. i could hear you everytime you brought up your team. you did so well. you taught them so much. you’re so observant, you’re so strong. i couldn’t be more proud of you, love.”

he tightened his hold on you, and you felt his tears on your neck. “i know. i know it hurts a lot, baby. i’m here for you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his head.

sugawara

she said i dressed in your favorite  i bought two bottles of red unless you made reservations oh look, you thought all ahead

looks like mothering his flock of children with him and taking care of him after he has taken care of the rest <3

lots of resting on each other’s shoulders throughout the day bc you both are so tired

whenever you guys are on dates, his favorite parts are always the train ride back home, he loves the gentle rocking of the train that lulls you both to sleep as you lay on each other, there’s just something so safe and intimate about it

ofc he loves doing things with you and you both try to spoil each other rotten, surprising each other with gifts and dates

some of your favorite dates to go on are just walks around outside

you guys take turns finding different locations to travel to just so that you guys can admire the beauty together

can u imagine? two pretty people walking around in pretty nature?? it’s too much <3

he loves walking in the winter at night because most of the time you guys will get to see pretty lights too!!

and if u get cold he gets to give u his jacket so two birds w/ one stone

if he’s feeling generous he’ll invite one of the children to walk with you guys while looking at christmas lights

it’s different every time

one night it was hinata, bundled warm in jackets and bouncing around between you and suga

another night it was kageyama, as calm and collected as ever but he enjoyed looking at the lights with you guys

you definitely bought him hot chocolate bc you couldn’t handle the parental love bubbling in your heart for the boy

(mama y papa?--)

but you both were def alone on christmas night when he took you out to walk in the middle of the city, where pretty lights shined at every angle and in every direction <3

he can’t help but kiss you a lot whenever he sees your pretty lips

and you love to kiss his little beauty mark below his eye <3

whenever he’s playing in games, you’re always cheering the loudest

afterwards you’re always flooding him with compliments too once you’re both home or through text message if he’s on the bus ride back

“u always notice so much during matches!! whenever u get in you always have something to tell everyone it’s so cool :000”

“and when you spiked, love, you did so good. we were all freaking out in the stands bc you had just been shut down before and you still went through with it completely!!!”

he'll smile at your energetic messages before replying with his own,

“thank u thank u <3 i can only do so well because i have my own personal cheerleader”

“I’ll see you soon, ok? we’re almost back to school, i love you so much, angel”

if his teammates hadn't drilled it into his head already how much he meant to them, your messages alone would make it worth it <3

kageyama

i wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind... can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?

looks like dates to the milk vending machine and walking together around school <3

he’s already waiting outside your class during breaks and when lunch starts

you step through the door and jump when you see him

“tobio? how are you already here? class just ended?”

“...do you wanna go to the vending machines with me?”

“did you leave early?”

he averts his eyes immediately, trying to think of an excuse but you just sigh to yourself and start to walk, “what am i going to do with you? let’s go before class starts.”

“i wanted to see you,” he mumbles, eyes lowered to the floor and his cheeks dusted pink as he follows after you

your eyes widen at the response and you almost trip over your feet before you smile and lean closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek

“i love you too, tobio.”

he’s another boy you’re constantly fighting with to pay for things

sometimes you’re racing to the machine because you’re so desperate to buy him something but there’s no way you’re winning against him even if he gives you a headstart

you work hard to take care of him, though, and you have your ways of getting back at him even if he ends up paying at the vending machine

he’s so horrible at taking care of himself, especially with the amount of times he stays late to practice with hinata

you started to sneak milk cartons and eventually meals into his bags so that he’ll at least be fed

definitely lots of study dates between you both as well, you’re singlehandedly carrying his grades rn

but it’s worth it when you see him on the court <3

he tends to look at you before every serve, and you can feel your heart buzz whenever he makes eye contact with you

seeing him work so hard in volleyball and have so much fun, you can’t help but fall in love with him all over again, and you’ll do anything you can to help him and make sure he can achieve his dreams <3

kuroo

you wanna go out, i wanna finish living you wanna get up, when i could just lay all day, with you

looks like showing up at your door whenever he feels like it either to take you out or to be at home with you <3

after the first time he insisted that he walk you home and you let him, he started visiting you more often

ofc you let him in everytime, you were glad he was the one making moves because you wanted to be around him more, you just didn’t know what to say

when you both started officially dating, you also obviously put in more effort to show that you appreciate him and love to be with him

but he’s always more than happy to be the one to come to you as long as he knows you enjoy it as much as he does

speaking of which he’d really do anything for you

if he’s not already there, you could ask him to at two in the morning and he’d be there as soon as he could <3

especially if you text him something like “i had a nightmare” or “i can’t sleep” he’s over there in a blink of an eye

“alright, princess. are we staying up or should i tire you out?”

🧍

😳

anyway

he’s making any excuse to be close to you

he’s probably helped you in a few subjects if you were struggling with the material

ofc in exchange for kisses <3

he’s surprised when you come to his games, i feel like he’s probably not used to having a lot of people come to cheer him on and he doesn’t want to bother you about having to come to gymnasiums to watch him

but you come of your own free will and it makes him smile, he’s more than ready to crush his opponents to show off for you <3

after games, you’re throwing yourself into his arms as soon as you get to him and he’ll catch you with just as much adrenaline and excitement running through his veins at the sight of you <3

[lostgirlmuseum]

Who the Hell is Daryl?

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 

He was finally going to ask you out.

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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.

The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.

The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 

“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”

He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 

You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 

His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.

I’m going to marry her someday.

He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.

Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 

After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 

You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.

He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.

“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.

“What’s up?”

“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”

“You got it, Doll.”

“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.

Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.

But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.

Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?

Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.

Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 

You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?

Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful

You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘

Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?

Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 

So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?

Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.

Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.

You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.

“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.

“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.

“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”

With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.

Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.

He didn’t get much sleep that night.

Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.

Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 

And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 

Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 

“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”

“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 

Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.

“Which friend?”

“Penny.”

So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.

He didn’t move from his bed.

“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.

He couldn’t get himself to respond. 

The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.

“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.

A pause. 

“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.

“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”

“Okay…”

He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”

He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.

“Where were you?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 

“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.

Your eyes widened at his bite.

“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”

“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.

“I am!”

“Then who is Daryl?”

“What?”

“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.

“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.

“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.

“Call the number.” You simply said.

“What?” He repeated.

“Take my phone, and call the number.”

Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 

“Go ahead,” you urged.

He pressed the button. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ri—

“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”

“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.

“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”

“P—Penny?” He sputtered.

“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”

“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”

“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.

Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”

Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.

“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”

“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.

He gulped.

“I was going to ask you to be with me.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”

“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"

"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.

"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.

He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.

“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.

Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.

A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!

Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh

Here's my Masterlist if you'd like to read more!

[seoktized]

coulomb’s law (s.jy + s.mt)

working on a science project with two jocks wasn’t the worst thing ever.. even if you all got locked in a room together.

word count: 3.1k (unedited 😀)

genre: college au, smut

warnings: fingering, creampie, tit play, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex. literally just smut idk what to tell u 😭

a/n: LOWKKKey self indulgent bc AWRF i love matthew and jake. finally back writing yayy!!! first long fic too omgomg pls tell me if u like, it means a lot!

you always had a like for all things science, so when you heard you’d be completing a science project you were ecstatic.

‘this would be easy’ you told yourself.

you believed that until you were paired with seok matthew and jake sim who happened to be your former crushes and star football players for your college.

the two of them knew they were stars. matthew and jake didn’t care about doing school work, often paying another student with daddy’s money.

the two were untouchable. because who would bench their best players? especially when they’re so close to making it to the championship?

when your professor announced your name along with the two boys’ you quickly realized easy was an understatement.

after everyone was given their partners, your professor dismissed class in order for everyone to get started on the project.

you stood up and collected your things, mentally preparing yourself to hear either boy to scoff and tell you do the project yourself.

you made your way down the aisle to the area matthew and jake were sitting in, the two of them were engaged in a conversation

‘they probably didn’t hear what the professor even said’ you thought.

your suspicions were confirmed when jake looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face. the three of you rarely crossed paths, so he had the right to be confused.

matthew saw jake’s expression and followed his eyes. the two boys staring at you made chills run down your arms, you could sense the judgment in their eyes.

“are you just going to stand there or…” matthew asked, an awkward expression was present across his face.

“right, um, we were assigned as a group for the science project.” you had a tight grip on your books, the way jakes eyes scanned your figure made you feel small.

“science project?” matthew looked over to jake who shrug his shoulders, “what science project?”

you rolled your eyes, “the professor was literally talking about it the whole time.”

jake chuckled, “all i heard was blah blah blah.” matthew laughed at jakes words.

“well, it’s due in two weeks so i’d like to get started,” you reached into your pocket to grab your phone.

“give me your numbers so we can arrange time to work on it.” you stuck your phone out in their direction.

matthew’s eyebrows raised and jake had a smirk growing across his face.

“woah, asking for my number already? i don’t even know your name sweetheart.” jake teased.

you visibly cringed at jakes attempt at flirting, it was no surprise jake would try and fuck anything on legs. you swore to yourself you’d never give in his advances, or so you thought.

matthew grabbed your phone and typed in his name and number before handing it to jake to let him do the same. jake laughed a little as he was typing in his information. he handed the phone back and you saw a heart emoji next to his name.

you glanced up at him and he shot you a wink. quickly looking back down to your phone, you created a groupchat for the three of you. sending a ‘hi’ to make sure they were in the chat.

“anyways, i’ve gotta get going. i’ll text you guys later to work out the details.” you gave an awkward smile to which matthew responded with a wave.

“bye, doll.” jake grinned. after you turned you heard a hand collide with someone’s chest. you assumed that matthew smacked jake because of how desperate he seemed.

texting them was even harder. the boys barely replied. when one of them did respond, it was a short ‘can’t we have practice’

looking down at your phone, you read matthew’s text which was another excuse as to why they couldn’t join you.

sighing, you set your phone down and decided to start on the project on your own. you knew from the beginning it would be like this. you felt a bit silly for almost believing they’d try to work with you.

you were honestly glad they weren’t able to show up. the whole process would go by much faster without the two of them goofing off the whole time.

you pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table. glancing out the door of the small room you were in, you noticed the usually crowded library was empty. just you and the nice librarian who was busy tidying up her desk area.

opening your laptop you began to type away, looking at different sources to complete the research portion of the assignment. you were pulled away from your research by a buzz from your phone. flipping it over you saw a text from matthew.

matt: practice was canceled and we don’t have anything else to do

we’re coming to work on the project

y/n: okay. i’m in room 28

‘*they really wanna work on this project?*’ you thought. you shrugged your shoulders and continued to work as much as you could before they arrived.

minutes go by and you hear jake being obnoxiously loud. the librarian told him to be quiet and he said a small “sorry, sorry.”

matthew entered first, jake following behind like a lost puppy. jake shut the door behind him and the two walked over to you. jake slammed his backpack on the table a little too hard making you jump.

“shit- sorry,” he quickly apologized.

“so what do you want us to do?” matthew asked, pulling out a chair so he could sit down.

“well, i’ve started on the research part,” you turned your laptop around to the boys, showing them the progress you’ve made so far.

“so you guys could go through and start writing out the experiment we have to do. i’ll send it to you.”

the two nodded and brought out their own laptops. you quickly typed away on your computer, sending them the doc you were working on.

matthew was actually focused on working. jake on the other hand kept sighing as his short attention span was creating a problem for him.

“why the hell do you keep sighing?” matthew snipped, starting to get frustrated.

“i cant focus.” jake whined, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.

matthew rolled his eyes, “dude it’s only been 30 minutes.”

“actually, it’s been an hour. an hour of doing nothing!” jake exclaimed.

matthew shook his head in annoyance at jake. you felt your body start to ache from being slouched over for so long.

you stood up to stretch, “should we get snacks? there’s a vending machine around the corner.” you closed your laptop.

the two boys agreed and stood up to leave the room.

jake reached the door first and twisted the handle. it didn’t budge. he started to twist it more in panic until matthew pushed him out of the way to try himself.

the door was locked from the outside.

your eyes widened, realizing you were locked in a room with jake and matthew.

you pushed the two out of the way trying the handle as if you were stronger than the two of them. unlucky for you, the door did not open.

jake groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.

“ms. kim! can you come open the door?” you yelled out, hoping the librarian heard you.

seconds passed there was no answer. you let your forehead fall against the door, sighing in defeat.

“let me try again,” jake stepped up to the door, attempting to open it again. it didn’t work.

“i guess we’re stuck in here.” matthew shrugged.

you didn’t reply, instead you made your way back to where you were sitting. plopping down in the chair, you opened your laptop back up.

the two boys exchanged glances for a second. jake smirked and nodded at matthew. they returned to their seats as well.

“let’s play a game.” jake said.

his facial expression told you he was up to no good. but you didn’t want to bore yourself to death with work so, you agreed closing your computer once again.

“what game?” you asked.

“truth or dare” matthew smirked.

you pressed your lips into a line, nodding at matthew.

it could be fun. what could go wrong?

“alright jake first, truth or dare.” matthew asked.

“mm.. truth.” jake replied.

“you’re no fun. but hmm.. what’s your.. biggest turn on?” a wicked grin was on matthew’s face.

your eyes widened at matthew’s words. you quickly realized this wasn’t gonna be a fun game. jake chuckled at your expression before pretending to think.

“i don’t know.. probably… begging? something about a girl begging for my dick seems so sexy,” his words were laced with cockiness. matthew nodded and turned to you.

matthew’s gaze made chills run down your spine.

“truth or dare?” jake sat up, waiting to hear your answer.

“um, truth.” you quickly said. matthew shook his head.

“have you ever thought about fucking one of us?” matthew raised his eyebrows, both boys leaned in waiting for your answer. matthew was bold.

“n-no.” you lied. the two of them could see right through it though, nodding and continuing on with the game.

“matt! truth or dare?” jake exclaimed.

“dare.”

“ooh!” jake rubbed his hands together, you on the other hand was scared for what jake was going to say.

“i dare you to… makeout with her for 30 seconds.”

your wide eyes shifted from matthew over to jake, staring at him in bewilderment.

matthew turned to you, “is that okay?” you looked back over to him and paused for a second before slowly nodding.

“i need to hear you say it, love.” he purred.

“yes.. it’s okay” you squeaked.

matthew moved closer to you, turning his head to jake, “count for us.”

“alright, go.” matthew placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. quickly melting into the kiss, you let matthew slip his tongue into your mouth.

your own hands that were once in your lap had found their way to his hair. matthew was a good kisser causing you to almost go drunk on his lips.

“times up!” jake interrupted.

matthew pulled away and you chased his lips, wanting more.

“woah, doll, we gotta continue our game yeah?” he chuckled at your eagerness.

pouting, you leaned back into your chair.

“mkay jake, truth or dare?” matthew asked.

“mm i’ll go with dare now.”

“i dare you to play with y/n’s tits.” matthew’s eyes were glued to your chest watching as it moved up and down from your breathing.

jake shot up and moved around the table to where you were. feeling a little bold, you took off your own jacket and shirt. your white lacy bra on display for the two of them to see.

jakes eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. to your right, you heard matthew chuckle.

jakes hands made their way to the back of your bra, swiftly unclipping it. he slid your bra off slowly, his eyes never leaving your chest.

moving in closer, he stuck his tongue out, giving kitten licks to your hardened nipples.

even though it was something small, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming. you were completely turned on from making out with matthew and this was the cherry on top.

you remember how you told yourself you wouldn’t let jake have you this vulnerable, but all those thoughts subsided the moment he latched onto your mound.

you bit your lip in an attempt to suppress the whimpers that threaten to slip from your mouth.

jake was basically making out with your chest at this point, one of his hands was fondling with the one he didn’t have in his mouth.

you let your head tilt back before you heard matthew’s voice ring through your ears

“time’s up!”

you lifted your head up, looking at matthew who was visibly hard and who obviously didn’t want the two of you to stop.

jake detached himself from your tit with a loud pop before sitting back in his own chair. his eyes were still glued to your chest.

“did you enjoy yourself?” matthew asked.

you nodded—not being able to speak— the two boys and their previous actions was the only thing on your mind.

“alright princess, truth or dare?” jake’s voice was a bit deeper signaling that he must be as turned on as you are right now.

“dare.” you breathed out.

the two boys exchanged a glance before smiling at you. they both stood from their chairs, moving closer to you. and though you were almost their height, them standing above you like this made you feel small.

“we dare you to let us fuck you.” matthew’s hand went to your jaw once again, stroking it softly.

jake bent down to let his hand trail up your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to your heat. they were waiting for you to give them the green light, which you did with a small “go ahead,”

jake’s hand had now traveled to the waistband of your pants, tugging on them to signal that he wanted to take them off. you lifted your hips up in order for him to slip them off of you.

matthew, on the other hand, was placing kisses all over your exposed chest, tasting what his friend previously did.

jake’s hand pressed against your clothed cunt, watching as the wetness seeped through your panties.

“matt look,” he chuckled, matthew detached from your chest to look down.

“fuck, doll, you’re so wet for us. such a good girl,” matthew praised, you let out a whine at his words.

the want, the need for them was getting stronger. who would thought that a science project would’ve led to you getting this wet for two star football players.

you pushed your hips against jake’s hand, trying to get some friction where you needed him the most.

“you want us to fuck you, baby?” jake asked, letting his hand pull away from your core. he wanted you to beg for them, for him.

“mhm, please. please fuck me.” you whimpered.

“okay love, we will.” matthew replied before jake could.

the two of them raised from their positions for a second in order to rid themselves of their clothes. they were hard. and big. you were in for it.

“i want her mouth. her pretty swollen lips would look so good around my dick.” matthew told jake. he nodded in response to matthew.

“hop on the table for us, doll.” jake said. you quickly moved to the table, laying down for them.

matthew came over to one side and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. when he pulled back he let his thumb rub over your bottom lip. his other hand was wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it slowly.

“alright baby. i’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” matthew asked.

you nodded, sticking your tongue out for him. he grinned in response before placing his dick on your tongue. you let your lips close over his girth and he began to thrust in and out slowly.

jake was now on the side adjacent to matthew. he pulled off your panties, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.

his thumb came in contact with your clit, making you moan around matthew’s cock. matthew winced at the feeling, whispering that your mouth felt so good.

two fingers were now circling your hole. jake pushed his fingers into your warm cunt, thrusting in and out before adding another finger. he continued his ministrations before deeming you prepped enough for his cock.

“gonna fuck you now.” he said before he slowly pushed in.

you all groaned in unison, pleasure on high. matthew was now thrusting at a faster pace, getting lost in the heat of your mouth.

jake was letting you adjust to his size before bottoming out. he stayed there for a second to relish in the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around him so deliciously.

“fuckk you’re so tight-” jake winced. you tapped your foot on his thigh, signaling that he could move.

he started a quick but deep pace, watching as your tits bouced with every movement. his thrusting cause you to move against matthew’s cock, every thrust hitting the back of your throat.

matthew admired how you were gagging and sputtering on his cock. his hand brushed against your jaw, gripping it a little to thrust faster. you noticed he was starting to near his high as his breaths and groans started to increase.

he slipped himself out of your mouth, “fuck- open up.” he said as he started to stroke his length.

you obeyed and opened your mouth letting your tongue slip out too. he came on your face tongue with a loud groan.

“so so good for me, fuck.” he said as he came down from his peak.

jake’s thrusts were now relentless in an attempt to get both of you to cum. matthew intensely watched the area where you and jake were connected. he felt himself getting hard again at the sight.

your loud moans weren’t supressed anymore which boosted jake’s ego.

“fuck fuck fuck i’m close jake please!” you begged.

“me too, doll, fuck! can i cum inside?” he was roughly gripping your waist, rough enough to leave bruises.

“yeah, i’m on the pill!” you whined at the thought of him filling you up.

matthew was stroking his cock at the scene before him, his eyes flicking between your face and your cunt.

“god, i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” jake moaned. you nodded at his words.

one more thrust was all it took for you to some undone, your back arching off the table, moaning loudly. jake came soon after with a “shit!” leaving his mouth from the way you were clenching around him. his hips were flush against yours, letting your cunt milk him dry.

he pulled out slowly and you whined from the loss of contact. matthew had came in his hand beside you, all three coming down from your highs.

the room was full of panting, everyone attempting to catch their breath.

“hello? is anyone in there?” you heard from outside the door.

all three of your heads shot up towards the door.

“yeah! we’re still studying. give us a second!” matthew shouted.

you stood to put on your clothes, struggling a bit due to your wobbly legs.

the two boys did the same before packing up their things. matthew saw how you were having trouble so he placed his things down to help you out. jake helped by packing your things into your bag.

you all made your way to the door, matthew’s hand was on the small of your back to stable your walking. jake opened the door, smiling at the librarian before you all brushed past her to leave.

“maybe we should work on projects together more often,” jake smiled. matthew made a noise of agreement and you nodded.

and that you did, always making A after A on every project with your new group.

[stayinlimbo]

We Become We

pairing: husband!lee minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, marriage of convenience, fluff, poor attempts at me trying to be funny, mc's gender is not specified word count: 1.02k note:  i am not dead yay. i tried my best since i haven't had time to write for almost a month so please take this as a peace offering ♡

Marriage. It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it? 

You’ve always thought so, at least. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc. 

Yours happens to be a man named Lee Minho. The same man you’ve been friends with for as long as you can remember. The same man who asked you to marry him for a reason you didn’t get to learn until he was already down on one knee. 

(“I’m sorry, you want me to WHAT?” “Marry me. Please, I need health insurance.”

“Okay, yes, sure, whatever; now please get off the floor. People are staring.”)

Lee Minho, who, after dragging you to the courthouse and legally becoming your husband, finally elaborated on how his job would pay him more and cover both of your health insurances if he was married. So really, in his words, he was “doing you a huge favor” by marrying you. 

And, in all honesty, he really was. No, you didn’t have a ring to show off your new husband’s weird skill at finding loopholes in company policy, and you’re like thirty-five percent sure the two of you are committing some kind of marriage fraud, but does it really matter when you can finally start using the hot water in your dingy apartment without worrying if you’ll have enough money to fund your crippling caffeine addiction? The government will have to drag you kicking and screaming before you resort back to mankind’s cruelest form of torture: cold showers. 

Not to mention that marriage didn’t even change your relationship with Minho. And why would it? You’re still you, and he’s still him. He gets on your nerves just the same, maybe even a little bit more after he decided to frame your marriage certificate in his living room and send a photo to all your mutual friends. You’ll never forgive Minho for laughing at your helplessly panicked state when the group chat wouldn’t stop exploding with messages and incessant calls. 

You’re still his best friend that resides in his apartment four out of seven days of the week while he inhabits yours for the other three. Maybe that’s why, two weeks after your “wedding,” when it was time to renew your lease, Minho suggested with a simple shrug of his shoulders that you move in with him since “you’re here all the time anyway.” 

You’ve really got to learn how to say no to him because now you wake up next to your best friend/roommate/husband in his one bedroom, one bathroom apartment at the crack of dawn with a light pressure on your chest and fur in your face when his cats decide you need to wake up right now to feed them. 

Not to say you don’t like the new arrangement! No, that would be the furthest from the truth. 

Sure, you didn’t appreciate your skin care routine being interrupted by the unexpectedly high-pitched scream Minho let out when he saw you in a face mask for the first time, and what kind of person still has their phone’s brightness turned up all the way before bed? But who else would willingly tolerate your deliriousness before your morning coffee or indulge in your pleas to cook your favorite food three days in a row? 

Living with Minho has only made the purely platonic feelings you harbor for him grow stronger.

That’s what the fluttering in your chest means every time you see him, right? The reason for the smile that grows on your face when you hear the distinct jingling of keys at the front door?

Yeah, that must be why heat spread across your cheeks when he handed you his phone to text one of his friends back, because since when did the heart emoji make an appearance next to your pinned contact name?

You just care about each other, that’s all. It’s normal to want to make sure he arrived at work safely and ask how his day is going during your lunch breaks. It’s normal to start receiving back hugs before bed—a comforting weight as Minho’s chin rests on your shoulder while you apply the rest of the products to your face. 

It’s natural to have doubts about the nature of your relationship during an evening walk, acutely aware of his fingers lightly brushing against yours as you silently study his features illuminated by the soft glow of the scattered streetlights. What if he meets someone else and falls in love with them and wants a divorce and– oh. 

Has he always looked at you like that? With his gaze softening as it locks with yours? With the corners of lips lifting into the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen? With all the stars shining above you finding a second home in his eyes? A look so loving that it takes your breath away and you can’t tell if you’re about to laugh or cry in relief. 

And when you return home to get ready for bed, the familiar feeling of hands wrapping around your waist and a careful pressure resting by the crook of your neck quells the remnants of your worries.

It’s you and Minho. Minho and you, just as it always has been. Just as it’s always meant to be.

The distance between your bodies on the bed becomes nonexistent when you curl yourself into his side, laying your head on his shoulder and intertwining your legs with his as he immediately, unhesitantly, adjusts his arm, his fingertips finding purchase on exposed skin and roaming across the span of your back. A kiss to the top of your head is the last thing you feel before the gentle lull of breathing and the rise and fall of his chest begin to soothe you to sleep. 

…

Ah, marriage—what an interesting concept. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc. 

You love your husband, and you’re beginning to think he loves you too. 

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[emmyrosee]

“If I die one more time because you guys say some fuck shit, you’re getting banned.”

Kenma’s been on this boss for hours. Well, an hour and twenty three minutes, to be exact, as his recording time so graciously wouldn’t let him forget. In his chat, there’s a flurry of people who backseat him to tell him how to beat the boss (mods will take care of them later, but it’s still obnoxious), people laughing and a few encouraging comments being tacked on with some generous donations.

At this point, he just wants to end the stream and beat it in the focus of his own company.

But he won’t. Because it’s his job or whatever.

“Kenny?” A voice calls: your voice. Kenma softens and turns to the door, ignoring his character as it dies again. “I bought you some munchies since you didn’t answer my text.”

“Hey princess,” he hums, smiling and leaning his head back against the chair. “Sorry i didn’t get back to you, I’m in the fuckin’ thick of it. How was lunch?”

“It was good,” you say, smiling and bending down to kiss his nose. “The girls say hi and that they’ll watch later; whatcha doin’?”

Kenma gives you a groan of exhaustion, “I’m suffering, that’s what. This game is horrifically hard.”

“I told you it would be, Ken.” Despite your ‘I told you so’, he chuckles and puckers his lips out for a proper kiss, which you comply with happily. In your peripheral, chat spams with orange hearts- your designated emoji amongst his fans- and puke faces for the affection you two just shared.

He hums and pulls away softly, “you wanna give it a whirl? Maybe some new eyes will make this shit easier.”

“You’re the gamer in this dynamic babe,” you snort. Despite this, you scoot to the side so he can get up and switch places with you, watching with a smile as you get settled in his oversized chair.

Chat explodes with an absolute inflation of orange hearts, flowing a mile a second, and it makes you smile to be seen in such a positive light, even if this is far from the first time they’ve seen or supported you.

“Hi guys!” You say eagerly, grabbing the controller while he leans over the back of the chair. The chat quickly fills up with words of wisdom and “GOOD LUCKS!” while Kenma plants a kiss to your cheek. “What do I have to do?”

“Basically just beat the boss; I’ve found that kinda breaking the game by rolling behind the boss and then pressing ‘y’ for the super attack is best, but hey. I’ve also been stuck on this boss since you left, so I don’t really know anything.”

“Thanks for the help,” you snort, but with a roll of your shoulders to get comfortable, you take on the task.

And it goes well! For the first few seconds.

Slowly then after, it turned into you running away from the boss and blaming Kenma- in your defense, he likes his buttons to do certain things, it’s different than you are used to!- while all along, trying to roll behind the boss to swing at his back.

It’s very amusing to everyone but you.

“How are you so bad at this?” He cackles, and you quickly try to shush him.

“Shut up!” You giggle, shaking your head. Your character lays a slash of their sword, but the game doesn’t seem to register it- if anything, your character gets the hit.

“No! Fuck!” You cackle out a whine, while behind you Kenma tugs at his hair in amused disbelief.

“Please- dear god, I will buy you a ring right now if you just get one hit on this boss-“

“DONT SAY THAT!” You whine, hands immediately starting to shake as you tap mercilessly on the buttons, cheeks ablaze while the grin on your face refuses to falter.

This, to your distracted dismay, causes chat to explode, taking your already shaky focus and making it somehow less existent.

dankondits: you’re making the poor lady stressed!

notakodzukenfan: I’ll marry her no cap-

notemmyrosee: 🧡🧡🧡

slobonthyknob: Kodzuken simp, confirmed???

lasagnahypeeee: our baby streamer growing up ;-;

corner.of.internet: when she’s bad at video games but still a 10>>>>

Thank you kuroosassscheek for the 15000 bits: BUY THE WOMAN A RING BEFORE I DIE OF OLD AGE!

“Kuroo, not helping!” You whine, cheeks an absolute scorch while all Kenma does behind you is snicker. Traitor.

Between the absolute unsupportive nature of your boyfriend and all eyes of the Internet being on you as you fail over and over again, you finally cave and give up.

With a pout, you plant the controller back on the desk, letting the opponent hit you with its many attacks, all the while your character grunts in pain. You must look like a child, because the next thing you feel is Kenma’s lips against your cheek, and it causes that pout to finally break up. “You did good,” he praises. “It’s a hard boss; I’m glad you tried it.”

“Me too,” you confess. You lean in to give him a proper kiss, laughing into it as Kenma holds his large hand up, as if to shield the affection from his watchful viewers. You part with a nudge of his nose, and when his hand comes down, you lace your fingers with his. “It was fun, but I think I’ll leave the gaming to you.”

slimesloppy_: EWWWWWWWW

bosscat867: awww dad’s in love 🧡🧡🧡

razzledazzletoes: UR A COUPLE OF SLUTS!!

zedlerlover: use protection kids

anameicantpronouce: 🧡🧡🧡

blitznbawls: 🧡🧡🧡

brucespringsteendaddy: follow for more tips and tricks

tinytivvies: mrs kodzuken ��🧡🧡

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, standing back up to let you slip out of the gaming chair. Your eyes avoid chat, you see all the laughing stickers scrolling though, and you shake your head as your hands reach for the headset.

“Alright chat. Here’s Kodzuken. Hope you enjoyed the interlude.” You push up and out of the chair, letting Kenma slip right in and take your spot. As you turn to leave, you offer him one last call- “oh! When you do buy that engagement ring, I expect no less than 6 karats.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” he scoffs, watching you leave with a cheesy smile on his face. He turns back to the camera and slips his headset back on, “dummy. Got you one with 10, you think this is my first day?”

Chat once again explodes with excitement while Kenma merely smirks and goes back to his game, looking at the boss with new eyes and the chat focused on something else.

[archangeldyke-all]

Need reader being spitroasted by ran n sev pleasseeeee😵‍💫

HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE

oooooh also this is the fifth ran ask! what emoji should we pick for the masterlist key? any suggestions?

men and minors dni

you come home to a suspiciously quiet house.

usually, when you're the last one of the three of you to come home, you walk through the front door to sevika and ran wrestling, or arguing, or making out. but they're always making some kind of noise.

you would be worried if you weren't fucking exhausted. you've had a terrible week at work, and the only thing that's kept you going is the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning with your lovers wrapped around you.

you kick your shoes off, drop your bag, and shuffle to the bedroom, ready to collapse on bed and sleep.

only, when you push into the bedroom, there're candles lit, and rose petals scattered.

your heart drops. did you forget an anniversary? a birthday? fuck-- this is the problem with dating two people, there's twice as many important dates to remeber--

"baby." a voice cuts through your worried sprialing. you blink up from the bed to the sight of ran in the en-suite's doorway. they're naked...

well, naked except for their strap. you blink down at the dildo hanging off your partner's legs, then back up at them, confused.

"what?" you ask.

sevika steps out of the bathroom, grinning. "babe, you're finally home!" she greets.

she's naked and wearing a strap too.

"am i... interrupting something?" you ask. ran and sevika both laugh, and you can't stop your eyes from flicking between both of your lovers. you're turned on, exhausted, and confused.

"baby. lay down." ran says, reaching out and leading you to sit on the bed. you blink up at them, not quite understanding what's happening as they kneel down and start stripping your socks off your feet for you.

sevika climbs into bed behind you, her hands kneading into your stiff shoulders as ran's start digging into the arches of your feet. you groan, sinking backwards into sevika's chest as you start to relax after a hard week.

"is it our anniversary?" you ask, still not understanding what the occasion is.

sevika chuckles and kisses your cheek. "no. we noticed how hard you've been workin' lately-- you've been tired, baby." she mumbles against your neck, before she starts sucking at the skin.

"we wanna take care of you." ran mumbles, their hands trailing up and down your calves, squeezing the tight muscles.

realization dawns on you, and tears threaten to spring up in your eyes. "fuck." you whimper. "you guys." your vocie shakes, and sevika snorts.

"told you she'd cry."

ran giggles, and kisses each of your knees.

you elbow sevika, then turn your face to kiss her cheek. "i'm the luckiest woman in the world." you sigh.

"corny." ran mumbles from where their hands are pulling open your pants. sevika flicks their head, then starts to unbutton your shirt.

you just relax back into her strong chest, letting your partners take care of you.

it isn't until you're naked, sevika kissing your neck as ran trails kisses up your legs-- that you become aware of the slight kink in their plan.

"y-you're both strapped up." you whimper as ran sucks a hickey into your thigh.

you guys have had a system for years at this point, to settle disputes in the bedroom when it's time for someone to strap up. rock paper scissors usually solves it, and it's ended up being a pretty fair way of distributing strap-on privileges.

and as hot as the thought is, and as much as the three of you have talked about it-- none of you are ready to try double penetration yet.

so you're confused.

ran's mischievous smile makes your cunt throb.

"well..." they trail off, looking up to sevika where her chin's hooked over your shoulder.

"i saw a porno the other day." sevika fills in. you giggle.

sevika only really watches porn when she's researching for the three of you. it's hilarious to witness-- sevika with a notebook and pen in her hands while filth plays on the screen. you and ran like to watch with her, your hands occupied with much more satisfying activities, to see how long she can last before she snaps and throws the notebook away to pay attention to the two of you.

she's had to start researching porn in private to avoid any distractions.

"what if sev fucked your cunt, while i fucked your mouth?" ran whispers from between your legs.

you almost cum from the words alone. ran giggles at the way your thighs clench around their face a bit, and sevika hums, nuzzling her nose against your throat, happy with your reaction.

your lovers rearrange you easily, propping you up on all fours with your ass facing the head of the bed, your head facing ran where they stand at the foot.

they don't make you work for it. they don't tease you, like they tend to. instead, ran just cups your face gently, and slides their cock past your lips.

your partners know you well. nothing turns your brain to mush like giving head especially when you're sucking on strap.

there's no stakes. ran can't really feel your mouth, no matter how much they think they can, so you can be as sloppy, uncoordinated, and dumb on their cock as you want. and the moans they let out get you fucking drunk.

behind you, sevika smacks your ass.

you choke on ran's cock, and they and sevika both giggle at your sputters. sevika apologizes for surprising you by running her fingers through your cunt.

"shit." she gasps. ran grunts.

"what?"

"she's fuckin' dripping already."

god-- this is the best/worst part of having two partners. when they talk about you like you aren't even there. it makes you all gooey on the inside, and now, with your mouth stuffed with cock, you can't even complain about them doing it.

"she's a cockslut, sev, whaddya expect?" ran asks, swiping their finger over your cheek tenderly as they blink down at you adoringly.

you whimper.

sevika sinks two fingers inside of you.

your brain starts to leak out of your ears, and your elbows wobble.

ran laughs, takes a step forward and helps you up to your knees as they wrap their arms around your waist, leaning in for a kiss.

sevika's kissing down your shoulders, her fingers hammering in and out of your squelching cunt.

"i'm--" you choke out.

"gonna cum baby?" ran asks against your lips. you nod, huffing for air as sevika's fingers assault your g-spot.

"s-sev--" you whimper. she chuckles behind you, one of her hands sneaking between you and ran's bodies to play with your tits.

"come on my fingers, then we'll turn you over n' put both our cocks in you."

you cum, the image sending you spiraling into one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had.

usually, ran and sevika give you a minute to catch your breath after you cum. tonight, they don't.

they help you down to the bed, still shaking and whimpering, turning you onto your back, your head hanging off the foot of the bed.

your thighs are clenching together so hard, both from your receding orgasm and the one that's growing at the prospect at what's about to happen to you. sevika notices, giggling and kissing both of your knees before she tears your legs apart.

you gasp. ran takes the oppertunity to sink their cock all the way down your throat.

fuck.

you can smell their arousal, your nose half an inch from their cunt, your throat stuffed with cock. all you can see is the wet curls of ran's bush.

and then sevika sinks inside of you.

you cum the second you get them both in you. and upon seeing this, they both snap.

"shit, baby, you're perfect." sevika whimpers. "perfect little cockslut-- cummin' the second you got us inside you-- you're adorable."

"just like that, honey, just feel good for us." ran mutters, their hands gripping your tits as they start to thrust in and out of your mouth. you'll have ten little bruises on your chest in the morning.

and ten on your hips-- if sevika's grip doesn't lessen as she pounds into you.

the sound of your choked moans and squelching cunt fill the room, along with the moans of your lovers and the occasional smack of the two of them kissing above you.

you've never been so turned on in your life-- you can't stop shaking, you're not sure if your orgasm is lasting a lifetime or if you're just having a bunch in a row.

spit is sliding down your face-- you're lightheaded from your head's upside down position. your thighs are soaked in your own cum, you don't know if you're squirting or just that fucking wet. neither would surprise out.

you've never felt so perfect in your life.

"shit, i'm gonna cum." ran grunts.

your hands fly up to clutch their ass, pulling them deeper down your throat. sevika chuckles. "such a fuckin' slut." she teases.

"my favorite slut." ran grunts.

"i take offense to that." sevika mutters.

ran laughs, loud and bright, and then they dissolve into moans, their hips stuttering as they cum down your throat.

they pull their cock out of your mouth with a disgusting wet pop, and you whimper at the loss. "come back."

sevika groans, and collapses forward, burying her face against your neck as she starts to cum inside you. "slut!" she laughs brightly between her whimpers. "i love you so f-fuckin much, baby, s-shit." she whines.

ran's grinning down at you, their cock resting on your cheek as they stroke your cheek. "how you feelin' baby?" they ask.

sevika bites your throat as she comes down from her orgasm, and you squeak. "i-ah!" both your lovers laugh. you roll your eyes, then try again. "'m so fuckin' good." you say, grinning.

"yeah?" ran asks. you nod up at them, dreamily. they giggle, and duck down to kiss you upside down. you hum against their lips. "good. 'cause we're just gettin' started."

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RENTING A BEACH HOUSE WITH THE GANG!

(SBG X FEM! READER)

PART 1 / ?

You and the group saved money to rent a Beach House before school finished. It wasn't that simple because everyone had to work together for it to succeed. It also meant that no one could purchase junk food or street food. But now that you've completed tenth grade, all of your hard work over the last few months is beginning to pay off. It's finally time for you to enjoy your vacation today.

All of the planning was done by you and Taylor. After receiving the check-in schedule, she called the resort to rent a Beach House for a full week. You both agreed that it would be ideal if the group went to the mall beforehand to pick up some board games, snacks, and swimsuits. Given that the check-in time was one in the afternoon, you estimated that it would take you at least three hours to do the shopping.

The next step was to get into a van that you and the others had rented. When the shopping was done, the van would show up in the mall parking lot. The trip would likely take an hour or two, but that shouldn't be too long because traffic isn't as bad while people are on vacation. Everything was settled. When Taylor posts the plan in the group chat, everyone responds with numerous "thumbs up" emojis.

You and everyone else were inside the mall by around seven o'clock. Taylor made the decision that the girls and boys should go shopping together. She insisted that her mind was made up, despite Aiden's constant cries that he wanted to go shopping with you. Logan gave Ben a back pat because he was genuinely embarrassed by his cousin, and Ashlyn was trying to shield you away from the blonde.

"[y/n], blink twice if you need help." Aiden tells you. You only blink once.

"Seriously?!"

You have all already squandered fifteen minutes in idle chatter. You figured this would happen.

"Look, this way is more efficient. We'll all see each other after three hours. Besides, we'll bond at the Beach House anyway." Taylor decides to loop an arm around yours to drag you away before Aiden makes another commotion, and Ashlyn follows behind closely.

"Come on, idiot." Tyler smacks Aiden right on the head, causing the boy to stumble.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood to fight you right now." Aiden huffs before he gets pulled along by Ben. He's still sulky about being away from you, considering that you two grew up and did everything together.

Back with the girls, you decided to push the cart while Taylor and Ashlyn would walk around the snack aisle. The brunette would always turn to you to ask for your opinion before loading it into the cart.

"You think this is okay?" She shows you a bag of sour cream chips. When you nod your head, she beams.

Ashlyn, on the other hand, would pick big bags of gummies. She also packs you some of the gummy worms you like. You probably weren't supposed to see that, so you pretend you didn't. But the fact that she cares about you this much makes your heart melt.

"Alright! I guess we've packed enough snacks. I bet the boys have different choices as well." Taylor chimes in then ushers you and Ashlyn to follow her into another area of the shop, specifically swimsuits and swimming gear.

You find yourself eyeing bikini's. You weren't that fond of them, but hey, you kind of want to try it out. Plus, it'd be nice to enjoy the sun every once in a while. You decide to grab a pair before heading over to the dressing room. The bikini you chose has strings instead, so you had to tie it real quick around yourself.

Once the curtains are drawn out, Taylor immediately notices you and playfully whistles, causing you to blush. "Hey, looking good!" She couldn't help but huff out proudly. Ashlyn, hearing the commotion from the other aisle, comes over to check up on the two of you.

She stops pushing the cart once her eyes lays on your form. She has a small smile on her face, but you knew it was some form of approval from her.

"You look nice."

Somehow, that causes you to blush even more. The girls just chuckle at your sweet reaction before Taylor ushers you back into the dressing room before someone sees you. She didn't want anyone passing by to ogle over your body.

In the end, Taylor chose a one-piece swimsuit while Ashlyn's is a tank bikini top. All that's left to do is to pay for the items and head straight to the entrance of the store. You wonder if the boys are done by now.

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[shmaptainwrites]

Hii it's me again 😂

I was wondering like imagine reader and james are married and she works in the nicu and a newborn baby who was found abandoned was admitted and like maybe it's premature so it spends a good amount of time in the nicu so the reader and even james ends up bonding with the baby and in the end they adopt the baby

Like I can totally imagine james going to visit the baby in his spare time and the reader and him spending nights at the hospital so its not alone

nonnie which one are you! there’s no emoji 😭 but either way i love this idea how did you know i’m in my dad!wilson feels anyways this is blurb material and i have inspo sooo

Pairings: James Wilson x fem!doctor!Reader

Warnings: surgery

Love You Three

“Hey, honey are you ready to…” James’ voice trailed off as he noticed you staring into one of the many NICU cots that was holding a small premature-looking baby. “You okay?”

He came closer to you, placing his bag off to the side, dressed like he was ready to leave the hospital and face the cold winter air.

“Honey?”

It wasn’t until James’ hand reached your back that you were pulled out of your trance with a bit of a jolt.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I just…” you sighed unable to find the words to finish your sentence. “I don’t think I can leave him.”

“Are his parents around? Maybe it’ll make you feel better if one of them comes and-,”

“He was abandoned. Someone found him wrapped up on a doorstep to a shelter. He’s a preemie too,” the back of your fingers brushed against his toes.

James finally took a moment to look down at the boy, and suddenly he felt like he understood whatever was pulling you towards him. He was so small. His little fists balled up at his sides, but when your hand was on him he was calm, quiet, stable.

“Abandoned,” James didn’t like the sound of the word, neither did you. It felt so…depressing; unfortunate that his mother probably thought she couldn’t take care of him.

James’ hand descended from the top of your back to the bottom before snaking around your waist so he could pull you closer into his side to press a kiss to your temple.

“I’ll go pick something up for dinner from home and grab you something more comfortable to wear.”

You nodded your head,

“You don’t have to stay afterwards if you want you can go back home.”

“No, I think I want to stay here with both of you,” he looked between you and the baby. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

You pulled your gaze away from the child for a quick moment to give your husband a kiss, thanking him for his kindness before focusing back again on the baby.

As promised, James returned with a change of clothes for you and some food packed in a tupperware, most likely leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“Go get changed, I can look after him for a minute,” he assured you and you carefully peeled yourself away from the child, your heart aching when you heard him begin to cry, only for it to stop when James reached his hand into the cot, tracing his finger along his arm.

You smiled a little to yourself before going to the locker rooms and getting changed, keeping your scrubs in your locker and eating a little bit of the food before heading back to the NICU.

You watched from a distance for a few moments, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the sight of your husband being so gentle with the small baby.

“There’s something about him, huh,” you said coming closer, now dressed in flannel pants and a hoodie to match James’ casual jeans and sweater.

He simply nodded his head, “When I first looked at him, there was just…a feeling like I had to protect him, and look after him.”

“That’s how I felt too,” you nodded, leaning into James’ side. “I think that feeling is love.”

“Love at first sight,” he chuckled a little. “Like a fairytale.”

“Yeah,” you nodded again. “A fairytale.”

—

“Dr. Wilson, are you here to see your wife? She just went to go speak to one of the mothers but she’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, no I’m actually here to see one of her patients,” he said. “The premature baby who was brought in with no parents.”

“Oh yes, he’s right over here. Such a sad thing to see, especially around the holidays, but he’s been getting the best care in the hospital if I do say so myself.”

“I believe it,” James smiled while walking over to the cot.

The baby was sound asleep at first, but awoke within a few minutes and looked up at James curiously before beginning to cry.

The nurse quickly tried to soothe the baby, but he would have nothing of it, until James offered some assistance.

“Be my guest Dr. Wilson, but he’s not too fond of many people.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much. We know each other, right buddy?” James asked while repeating the same motions he had the first night he met him, instantly stopping the tears.

“He seems to have taken a shine to you,” she said.

James couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had felt the same thing too. Just like you both had the first night, perhaps, regardless of his young age, he knew he was safe and loved, and James was left with an overwhelming feeling in his gut that he had to do something about it.

“James? What are you doing here?”

He turned around when he heard your voice and you smiled, seeing him with the baby.

“I just came to check on him and see how he was doing,” he said. “Maybe we should stay again?” he suggested. “Tonight I mean.”

“I brought us extra clothes already,” you chuckled.

“Might as well bring the whole closet. I don’t know if I can go home knowing he’s here all alone.”

You placed a hand on his back and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Then I guess we’re just going to have to call this home until he’s discharged.”

“What happens when he gets discharged?” James asked, having a feeling he knew the answer already.

“Social services comes in, finds a foster home, unless some relatives come to claim him.”

James hummed thoughtfully, right now you both just had to hope he could make it to getting discharged. Then when the time came, you could see what that would mean.

“Any complications?” he asked.

“Some struggles breathing here and there. His lungs are a little underdeveloped, but nothing major so far.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of James’ pager and he sighed, looking down at the message and seeing he had to go.

“I’ll get dinner later and meet you here at six?” he confirmed and you nodded your head, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You both took another glance over at the baby and with a soft little smile you said, “Love you three,” while gently tickling his foot with your finger, making him quietly babble in response.

James chuckled and pressed one more kiss to your temple before running off to go deal with a patient who needed him.

“You’re not getting too attached, I hope.”

You sighed, “I think it’s already too late for that. No matter what happens though, he should be loved. He deserves that, even if it’s harder for me in the long run.”

“I don’t think it’ll just be hard for you,” she came and laid a hand on your shoulder. “Your husband there seems to be in the same boat.”

“What can I say,” you hummed. “There’s just something about him.”

—

James rarely received pages from anyone other than Cuddy, the nurses, or his assistant, so when he saw your number flashing on the screen with the code 911 he picked up his office phone and called you immediately.

“Honey, what’s going on?” he asked as soon as the line connected.

“We had a major complication.”

He could hear the strain in your voice, like you were desperately trying to keep it together.

“H-He’s in surgery right now, I just-,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “We were almost in the clear.”

James wanted to tell you everything was going to be fine, but operating on babies was always a delicate procedure, let alone a premature one.

“Where are you?”

“Viewing room of OR 3,” you responded.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

James hung up the phone and quickly made his way over to the operating rooms, finding you, as promised, in the observation room of OR 3.

You were sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, gripping onto its sides so hard James could see the strain on your knuckles.

He came next to you and encouraged you to loosen your grip and hold his hand instead.

“James, I know he’s not my baby, but I-,” you bit back tears. “I just want him to be okay,” your voice broke and James pulled you into his side, rubbing your back and letting you feel all of that worry and stress that had been bubbling up in your chest while these events unfolded.

“He’s going to be okay,” James chewed on the inside of his cheek and you knew he was saying it for himself just as much as he was saying it for you.

You both could only get away with sitting there for so long before people came looking for you, and you reluctantly pulled yourselves away, but not before informing the surgical team to keep you updated with any developments.

It was hard to focus on whatever you were doing until you got a message saying that the surgery went smoothly and the baby was now recovering back in the NICU.

You had faith that during his time here, nothing else would come up and he’d continue to heal until he was eventually ready to find a home with parents who would love and cherish him.

The thought came with a slight pang to your heart, but you knew it was probably for the best.

As long as someone loved him, and he was safe. That’s all you could ask for.

—

“I can’t believe you guys are ready to take him,” you chuckled nervously, looking up at the people from social services. “I’ve just been here since they brought him in, it’s gonna be a hard transition.”

“Don’t worry ma’am, we completely understand,” the man assured you. “I’m gonna do my best to make sure he ends up in good hands.”

You were about to get ready to say your goodbyes when you saw James walk into the NICU.

“Hi, are you from social services?” James asked and the man nodded while James put his hand out to shake. “I’m her husband,” he pointed over to you.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I just had a question before you take him,” he started. “Um…how difficult would it be for us to adopt him?”

Your eyes went wide, looking up at James as if to ask if this was something he really wanted to go ahead with. You knew, deep in your heart, there was nothing you wanted more than to watch this child grow up and be there for every single moment, good or bad.

James just nodded his head and you quietly slipped your hand into his and gave it a squeeze.

“You may need to talk to your lawyer, but first we’d get a background check then start the process of registering as foster parents and then you can adopt him after some time,” he explained. “That’s the watered down version, but I’m sure it’ll be fine for two doctors, especially one who looked after him.”

“We’ll do that,” James nodded and the man said he’d go call his superiors to see if there was anything they could do to expedite the process, giving you some time alone with the baby.

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Since the day we saw him,” James kissed you and you looked down at the baby with happy tears in your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled up at him, and just like you could read each other’s minds, you looked down at your son and both said,

“Love you three.”

[leejenowrld]

a question to all the mfal characters who aren’t yn and jeno

have you ever witnessed them doing something cute and romantic and thought “damn they’re kinda adorable” ??

wait this question is so cute 🥹🥹

warning - BIG SMUT, threesome implication

donghyuck - once i walked into them and i was gonna leave but i can’t lie, i secretly stood the side and just watched, shit was so hot. i was so turned on

yn - [hits donghyuck] what the fuck?

donghyuck - it was so hot. you can’t blame me. it was like i was watching some irl sexy promo. jeno kept slamming his cock in and out of her, like every minute. i got hard cos i just saw the wetness leaving yn’s pussy and slicking up every time jeno pulled out, only for him to slam in again, and all of these juices and milky strings would attach to his juicy juicy cock and then he’d fuck it all into yn again. the sounds of yn’s wet pussy… jesus. he’d do it through their orgasms as well. i left after 5 minutes but i heard it for hours, these dirty cute animals were doing this all night long. i remember thinking “shit, they’re cute, i respect them.” yn kept screaming daddy and jeno kept slapping her ass and boobs, it was genuinely the best sight i’ve ever seen. i dream of it. yn kept begging jeno to cum in her and me and jeno were both a bit confused cus ??? what else has he been doing the entire night

yn - [shocked, jeno holding her back as she’s ready to throw hands and kill donghyuck] you just stood there and watched us?? fucking perv

jeno - [unfazed and turned on] i remember that hyuck, i fucked her so dumb she kept asking me to cum in her although that was what i had been doing for hours. once my girls hit her 4th orgasm of the session, she starts chatting shit

donghyuck - shits so hot

jeno - next time we do that you can join [winks at donghyuck and blows him a kiss, hisses when yn flicks her finger against his forehead with force.]

donghyuck - [facing yn, licking his lips and palming his bulge] u know me and jeno have kissed before, right?

yn - don’t pull this shit with me now, jeno’s kissed half the people on campus, i know. don’t fucking remind me.

jeno - baby, it’s more like 3/4 of campus

yn - that’s it, no sex for three weeks.

jeno - [smirks playfully] i’ll just fuck donghyuck

yn - [copies jeno’s smirk] i’ll just kill you

jaemin - yeah, i won’t ever tell them but they’re pretty cute and melt my heart

jeno - please, you tell me that all the time

jaemin - anyways, when yn and jeno graduated they both got a lot of opportunities to do internships abroad which means they have to be apart for a few weeks. they’re both so smart and care about their future so ofc they won’t pass up on the opportunities. it’s quite sad but equally heart warming when i see them say their goodbyes. they’ll hug each other at the airport for so long and it’s just sweet seeing jeno comfort her because yn gets really emotional but somehow jeno can help control it? i think it’s a superpower, i’ll hear or see yn crying her eyes out and then jeno comes up to her and hugs her and holds her and they share a few kisses, jeno whispers some sweet shit to her, he just is an overall comfort to her and it only takes a few mins for her to go back to normal.

heejin - once jeno brought me and yn tickets to some play we had been geeking out about. at first jeno wasn’t gonna come because he probably just wanted to give me and yn friendship time but yn didn’t really read the room and begged him to come 😭😭 i mean tbf i told him to come to because he’s also a fan of this play. he didn’t listen to me but yn gave him puppy dog eyes and smiled and worked her magic so he just had to say yes lmao. i’m used to third wheeling them lmao but they were pretty cute that night, they didn’t make me feel sick. it’s the little things they do, the eye contact, yn truly looks up at him and she’s the physical description of this emoji ‘🥹’ you can literally see their pupils dilate when they look at each other. you can feel the love in the atmosphere. it makes me believe that love actually is all around.

[f4ll-for-you]

The Project - Modern AU Aegon

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Y/N and Aegon are sitting next to eachother in their first class of the day, Y/N is concentrating on the professor, Aegon isn’t.

"Aegon, please, stop trying to distract me and focus," she groans at him.

"Never! You're my distraction... that's all you are." He smirks and keeps trying to reach over to grab her hand.

"Wow thanks, nice to know I mean so much to you," she states, sarcastically and rolls her eyes.

"Then again, I wouldn’t expect much more from Aegon Targaryen."

"Oh, it's this again. That holier than thou attitute, acting like you're better than me because I'm not a goody two-shoes who does her homework."

"Shut up, Aegon, I’m trying to listen", she ignores his comment and continues scribbling down notes.

He rolls his eyes, then tries to reach over and steal her notes.

"Just give your hand to me, Y/N. I bet you're just hiding it because you like me as well, don't you?" he smirks, "I know you do."

She pulls back her notes from him, glaring at him angrily "Piss off!!" She whisper-shouts "and no, I do not like you."

He rolls his eyes and leans in close, whispering to her.

"You're a terrible liar, Y/N. And I can see right through it." He then leans in a bit too close to her and looks into her eyes, "You know it, too. You know you like me."

She rolls her eyes, turning her head away "You’re so full of yourself Aegon, don’t you have about 12 girls on the go at the moment?"

"Oh, please. It's closer to fifteen. He says casually in a joking manner. Not that you should care, though. I'm still single, and ready to... mingle. Besides, not a single one of them has half the appeal you do."

"You’re disgusting, Aegon," she says, still focusing on the professor at the front.

He leans into her ear and whisper-speaks to her, "Hey, you know that you're not half bad yourself, Y/N."

He then leans back and lets out a casual laugh. "See? The real you just can't help but come out."

"Ugh, leave me alone, after this, I’m asking the Professor to move my seat, I’ll never learn this stuff if you consistently distract me."

He turns and rolls his eyes, before turning back to pay attention to whatever the professor is talking about. Although, his focus seems to waiver as he looks over at Y/N, his mind wandering...

"He gives a sigh of defeat Fine, I'll leave you alone. For now."

The class comes to an end, Y/N frustrated, having learnt nothing, she gets her bag and goes to walk out, before the professor waves at her.

"Y/N, Aegon, can you speak for a moment?" The professor asks.

The pair look confused and walk over, Y/N even more frustrated that she might get into trouble for Aegons antics.

"You’re both getting top marks at the moment, I wanted you two to work on a project together, to help the rest of the class" the professor asks.

"Of course," Aegon replies, smirking, knowing how much having to spend extra time with him would piss Y/N off

Y/N glares at him, then turns back to the professor, forcing a smile "Of course we will."

The pair leave the classroom, Y/N trying to hurry away from Aegon.

Aegon follows, a smug grin on his face. It's always fun to make the stuck up people do things they wouldn't want to do, especially if it means you can get closer to them somehow.

"So..." He smirks and walks beside Y/N.

"It looks like we're going to be getting to know eachother a lot more..." He says in a flirty tone of voice.

"What's your phone number, babe?" He laughs, pretending to be joking, but is actually quite serious.

She takes out her phone and pushes it into him.

"Put your number in, I’ll text you"

He gives a short laugh "Fine. Fine, I'll do it."

After putting his number in, Aegon looks back at her with a smile, "Thanks, babe."

He then gives her hand a small pat, making sure to grab it tightly, trying to get a feel for, well, the girl she is, behind this fake persona she puts on publicly.

She grabs her phone back as soon as he’s finished, rolling her eyes at the heart emojis he’s put after his name.

"I’ll text you" she says, before walking off.

When she leaves, Aegon looks after her with a big smile.

"Alright, babe. I'll be waiting."

He gives a small wave and goes back to where he was, and, in his mind, he keeps telling himself 'She'll be mine. All mine.'

That night she lies on the sofa in her shared apartment, luckily most of her housemates her usually out, she contemplates texting Aegon.

In his apartment, Aegon lies back on his bed, scrolling through social media and checking his phone on and off for a text back from her. She really is playing hard to get, but with time, he'll wear her down; he's good at that.

He chuckles, thinking about how annoyed and embarrassed she looked in front of the professor. "Good one, Aegon. Way to get into her head."

She opens her message app, looking at the hearts next to Aegons name, feeling herself blush a tiny bit. Aegon, the most popular frat boy in her school wants her…well, wants her in his bed

She rolls her eyes at the thought, knowing all he wants her for is sex. She sends a bunt text 'When do you want to start planning this project then?'

He reads the text, a smile creeping up his face as he laughs Ooh, looks like we've made some progress with the Ice Queen...

He sends a reply

'How about Friday, say, five o'clock? We can meet in the library to start setting things up. Would that work for you, Y/N-kins?' He tries to play it cool in his text, yet can't help but add a cute little nickname.

She rolls her eyes at the nickname when she sees his reply 'Yep, Friday at 5, see you then, Aegon'

She hits send on the text, throwing her phone onto the other side of the couch.

After reading her text, Aegon feels a rush of excitement, knowing he'll see the beautiful Y/N again.

She must like me, if she agreed to this, right? She even kept my hearts, she's gotta like me...

He gives a short chuckle and goes back to scrolling through his phone.

'Y/N-kins. I can't wait.'

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🌧️🫂🛁 with Natasha for the drabble thing ? :) you can pick whatever one(s) to use

Send emojis <3

— Two weeks, too long.

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

Summary: after a particularly long and exhausting mission, you come home to your girlfriend with a fresh set of poorly hidden injuries and disappointed expectations from the accompanying team.

Characters: Soft!Dom-ish Nat, Fem!Sub! Reader

Warnings: injuries/blood/bruises, harsh Steve Rogers, comfort, fluff.

Word Count: 689

“You could have gotten us killed! You need to realise that this isn’t practice anymore Y/n! When you’re out in the field you’re out there for a reason! Don’t make me veto yours!” Steve growled as you him Wanda and Bucky exited the quinjet.

You had just finished a two week mission and all you wanted to do was curl up with Nat and sleep where you felt safe. Wanda had tried to replace her while away but it just wasn’t the same. No matter how many times she’d make sure you dreamt well, you never fully felt at ease.

You hung your head low and clung to the sweater your girlfriend gave you before you left. To make matters worse it was pouring down when you returned. “Steve knock it off” Wanda stepped in and pulled you to her side, “No, it’s fine Wanda, I get it. I’m sorry I let you all down” a sniffle escaped your lips as you politely detached yourself from Wanda.

“Uhm I’m probably just gonna shower and find nat or head to bed, don’t wait up for me for dinner” you whispered when the doors to the compound opened up after an identity scan. The minute the four of you got out of the rain and into the main hallway, you slipped past everyone, retreating to your room.

Nat would kill you if she saw the state you were in. You had a bruised jaw, split lip and bloody knuckles. Definitely a sight to see that’s for sure. With a sigh, you stripped out of your undercover clothes and began ferreting for another one of her hoodies and a pair of soft sleep shorts.

Bingo.

“Oh my god malysh what the fuck happened to your ribs” a choked exclamation rang through the room and you spun around holding the clothes to your bra clad chest. “Tashy please it’s not that bad” you silently begged her to drop the conversation but she narrowed her eyes. “Nuh uh baby these need to be taken care of!” the Russian gasped lightly when she saw just how bad of a state you were in.

“Natasha please I’m fine I just need a shower and it’ll go away, it’s more dirt than anything I promise!” You were panicking as she came closer and tilted your head up. “Let me run you a bath and take care of you” she spoke lowly and softly, your heart melting just a tiny bit. All you could do was nod and mumble a small ‘thank you’

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“You know, one day you’re gonna have to tell Steve to shove it. He shouldn’t be allowed to walk all over you like that” Nat murmured in the comfort of the silence. She was sitting behind you in the bath, lifting her fingers every now and then to watch the water drip off them in front of you.

“You know I can’t do that Tashy, he doesn’t like me as it is. That’ll make him hate me even more” you answered honestly and felt her sigh against your back. “Moya lyubov, Steve is a jackass to everyone. If you don’t say something to him I will” She kissed your temple affectionately and you blushed at the action.

“Three years together and you’re still so reactive. I love you so much, it’s actually scary” she ran a delicate thumb over your bruised jaw and you smiled dopily at her. “I can’t help it when you’ve given me everything and so much more” you kissed her gently and she melted into the kiss.

“Who’s the reactive one now Romanoff” You pulled back and giggled as she splashed a little water at you. “Shut up, let’s get out so I can put some healing stuff on these bruises alright” she rolled her eyes before helping you out. “I love you more by the way” you cradled her face and brushed some baby hairs off her face.

It was indeed her turn to blush and shy away. God she was perfect. Every time you go on a mission you fall for her even harder when you come back.

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🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

:green beetle: ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here (emoji is not working for me smh)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I was gonna say Drifter/Eris and that they both smell really weird in very different ways...

But let's be honest I gotta go Megarox. Megamind is a flower eater, he enjoys nectar, and Roxanne can and will encourage this, usually by bringing him flowers or when they go on walks in parks together (night walks, naturally. Those are the best kind), she plucks flowers and feeds them to him, usually by shoving them in his face because she is a terrible gremlin and it's why we love her.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My wife came out to a bunch of our friends and they are all so loving and supportive! She smiles so much now!

We are getting a patio installed out the back! It only took 7 years but finally we can eat out there without having to balance on gravel

There is a very cute cat loafing beside me

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

This is not me trying to yuck anyone's yum but I really, really cannot stand casting Megamind and Roxanne in parental roles for Keiko or her calling them her parents. It squicks me out to the point of repulsion. I am all for feral aunt and uncle to a wild niece, but fun characters who are NOT reduced to parenting (reluctant or otherwise) in sequels are so few and far between that I just don't want to see it. They can be supportive and caring without having to force everyone into Nuclear Family Unit.

And sure, a lot of this stems from growing up with the expectation in both media and irl that of COURSE becoming a parent is the only outcome for you. But that doesn't make it any less of an ick! We SHOULD be getting more non nuclear family options, we SHOULD be getting more it takes a village. But if your only approach to setting characters up as a family is to make them "Here is the mummy and here is the daddy and here is the baby" just no. Please. There are a thousand more possibilities there, open your mind.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Go for a walk, take some music with you, or do dishes or sweep (also with music).

Additionally, if you're wanting to write something but are holding off to find out if future canon will change things, stop waiting. Just go. Do you think we'd have anywhere near the creativity and wildness of fanfic if we had to stop and wait for canon's blessing every time. it's FANFIC! Who fucking cares if canon contradicts you down the track, it's not gonna be any less fanfic for waiting!

(I do think we actually saw a drop in the level of creativity and engagement with fandom ideas when the show was announced, which is a bummer. Kill the cop in your brain. Write shit that will be immediately contradicted, have someone come to your completely disproven fic years down the line and go "I thought this was going to not work because we know X but holy shit this is a whole new way of looking at things!")

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

I uh....no thoughts, head empty. How do I stop my cat attacking me for wearing jeans in the house? I got my other rants out up above so... *le shrug*

:green beetle: ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here (emoji is not working for me smh)

Oh you sneaky little shit, you got me writing!

(context: Look we aint supposed to let the prisoners get gifts. There's a whole chapter in the handbook about what happened last time we let the kid get so much as a bobby pin.

But you tell me how I'm meant to turn down such a sweet little old lady when she comes in with two pristine old shoe boxes, all carefully packed with tissue and hands one to the kid and the other to the repoter and with a quavery little voice about how she and her husband, god rest his soul, used to go dancing every saturday night for almost forty years and how they entered the ameature ballroom competitions together. Told us they were the last pairs they brought together, before the cancer took him and oh she'd never get these on over her bunions now but it would do her old heart good to see some use coming to these shoes which hadn't seen the light of day in nigh on twenty years.)

There's only so much a man can take right before retirement.

I might have been able to hold her off if she hadn't handed one of the boxes to Miss Primetime, who looked really touched and immediately buckled herself into a pair of sparkly red shoes to the encouragement of all the old biddies.

So now the kid's the proud owner of a pair of actual ballroom dance shoes, all polished black to go with the bright orange jumpsuit.

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Chapter Twenty-Four

Life after Cyprus really isn’t all that interesting. In fact, I spend most of my time thinking about Cyprus, remembering Cyprus, reliving moments from Cyprus and pretending I’m still there, especially on those drizzly spring days when I look out the little Mezzotint studio window over the slick grey Dublin streets. I wonder just how much more interesting would my life be if I was in Cyprus right now? 

“Oi,” Simon snaps his fingers in front of my face, “Earth to Evie, you’ve been daydreaming all morning. Don’t you have… something to do?” He seems unsure about what exactly it is that I’ve been working on, which is understandable. Sometimes it’s cards, sometimes it’s windows, murals, signs, really, it could be anything. It just happens to be a poster for an art exhibition this time. Dull. 

“I’m working as hard as I can,” I tell him, which is true, because the most work I can manage is none. I wonder what Jude is doing. When we texted forty minutes ago he was in his studio working on his project, which is a collection of masks inspired by his travels in Asia, and before that he got a coffee in a little cafe near his university. I’m riveted by the idea of what he might be doing now. I text him again. 

Not you again…

He texts back, and I smile, no, beam to myself. 

Joking, I’m eating a pretzel. 

Oh, cool. 

I’m thrilled to know about the pretzel, and even more thrilled to receive a photo of said pretzel seconds later. It’s a salt and pepper one half wrapped in a serviette on his lap, and he’s wearing blue jeans and those green and white runners I’ve always liked. 

Miss you

I text him. 

Miss you too, Evie. Loads. Can’t wait to call you later.

I respond with a barrage of emojis, heart eyed, sparkling hearts, kisses, winky faces, flowers, moons and suns and stars. I should be completely embarrassed of myself , but I mean it all in a partially ironic way. Sort of, and really, I don’t care so much about the horrifying ordeal of sincerity anymore. It feels good to be mushy and emotional, earnest and obsessed with this gorgeous person who puts up with me, and it’s not like anybody is going to read our texts…

“You done talking to your boyfriend?” Simon is right behind me now, and I can tell that he’s trying to sound as annoyed as he can but he’s not really managing it. He’s smirking. Smirking because he saw my stupid emojis, and now I am humiliated. 

I stuff my phone back into my pocket, “I’m sorry, I’m so distracted. I’ll get back to work now, I know with this deadline and all…”

“End of day, Evie, I mean it. The client wants that poster by Wednesday, and if you have me panicking at the last minute trying to get it to the printers on time I’m not going to be happy about it.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll stay late if I have to.”

Gabriel makes a huffing sound when Simon goes back to his seat, “He’s no fun, girl. Text your sexy boyfriend all you like.”

“Can hear you from over here,” Simon comments. 

“He thinks he’s so scary and serious,” Izzy chimes in at volume, “But he’s absolutely not. Don’t let him intimidate you into staying late.”

“If the three of you don’t shut up I’m going to implement a no phones and no speaking rule, and it’ll be all Evie’s fault.”

I catch Izzy’s eyes and she rolls them, but indeed, we say nothing else, and for the rest of the day I do my level best to ignore my buzzing phone, and work on the boring, unsexy poster until it’s time to go home. 

“Do you think I’ll need a jacket at all when I’m in Sydney?” Claire takes an army green coat with a fur collar from the discount rail at a clothing shop and holds it up to herself in the mirror. 

“How cold does it get there in the winter?”

“I’ve no clue,” she sighs, “I’m unprepared, I don’t even actually know what goes on in Australia. Do they like Irish people?”

“Probably.”

“What do you think of this coat?”

“Everyone has that same coat, Claire, it’s too trendy, and I bet they have, like, other kinds of coats in Australia. Maybe you should just wait and see when you go.”

She strokes the faux fur collar lovingly, “It’s fluffy…”

“Look, you’re going in the early autumn, which for them is…” I tilt my head and imagine I’m upside down, “…early spring, so you’ll be going into the summer, and you definitely won’t need a coat, in fact, doesn’t it get so hot there that it bursts into actual flames every few years?”

“A coat is like a safety item though, I can’t imagine being in a place where I won’t need one. Is this the end of cosy winters for me? It feels like I didn’t appreciate the one that just passed, and actually, I complained about how cold and rainy it was the whole time, and I didn’t think about the fact that it might be my last real, cold winter for years and years and…” She’s clinging very tightly to the sleeve of this coat, chest heaving, tears springing to her big, blue eyes, and I immediately reach for her as though I can somehow prevent the imminent breakdown. 

“Claire,” I say in my best soothing voice, “You’ll have cold winters. You’ll come home for Christmas when you can, right?” 

She relaxes a millimetre, “Yes, yeah I will, you’re right, my parents would be devastated if I didn’t, it just wouldn’t be right, and God forbid Shane Healy isn’t home with Eamonn and Caroline on Christmas Day, God, no they wouldn’t hear of it…”

“Right, and I know what this coat symbolises,” I try to gently pry it from her clutches, “But you’ll take up too much space in your suitcase if you pack something like this, and look,” I put it gingerly back onto the rail, “You can always get your mam to send a package over at some point, you know, if you find that the winters are actually cold and you need something heavier, you have loads and loads of nice coats, don’t you?”

She nods. She’s got that thousand yard stare in her eyes. 

“Try to think of this as an exciting adventure.”

“I do think about it like that, I just… I’m an Irish girl, Evie,” She says with conviction as though she absolutely needs me to understand it, “I always, always thought that I’d just live here forever and I’d be glad about it, I had no interest in living abroad, I was just never bothered with any of that, J1 visas and all of that craic, I just can’t believe that I said yes to Australia,” She grabs my arm tightly. “You can’t go further than that without coming back around again.”

“You’ll like it, and if you don’t you can come home.” The truth is that I don’t want her to go at all, I don’t want Shane to go at all, actually, and I’m ashamed of the fact which is why I won’t say it. Having to be the one that holds it together during this conversation is hard for me when all I want to do is cling to her and cry and beg her not to leave me. Doesn’t she know that I have trauma about that kind of thing? Why would she do this to me? “I’m sure you’ll like it there, it’ll be amazing,” I reassure her, “think about Bondi Beach and stuff, and, I don’t know, whatever else they have there. Kangaroos.”

“I don’t care about the kangaroos really,” She frowns, “That’d be something Shane would like, probably.”

“I was kind of joking about the kangaroos.”

“Oh right, well, yeah, so you think I should think more about summer wear?” She pivots to the new season rail, “More bikinis, I suppose, I’ll be having two summers in a row, that’s exciting.”

“That’s the spirit,” I say, “Who wouldn’t want nine straight months of summer?” And I help her to rummage through the rails. 

When we come home from town later that evening she’s in a much brighter mood. She’s in the mood for a full on girls night, and is going on and on about getting dressed up and doing each others hair (Which translates to her doing my hair, because I’m relatively clueless about it, while not allowing me to lay a hand on hers, understandably) and then finding a bar that serves fancy cocktails and staying out until town shuts down. 

I don’t tell her that I was excited to call Jude, actually, because that’s what I do every night now that he’s away, and I know that he’s in an especially amorous mood because for the whole walk home with Claire he’s texting me the kinds of things that make me have to angle my screen away from her.

I’ve discovered that I like this kind of thing, even if my Catholic Shame is scratching at the door when I get up to the things I get up to when Jude is on the phone. He mostly talks about what he wishes we could do with parts of his body and parts of my body, and I don’t really know how to reply or to say any acceptably sexy things back to him, but I’m more than happy to lie there and listen with shocked delight as he speaks absolute filth over the line to me. Tonight is not shaping up to be one of those nights, though, so I regretfully text him while Claire chatters about this bar and that bar and who does what drinks and for what prices. 

Sorry, I think I’m having a girls night out.

Aw, damn.

I think this is when you’re supposed to tell me that you’re happy for me and that I should absolutely spend as much time as possible with my best friend before she moves 15’000kms away from me. 

You should do that, that’s what I meant. Going out with Claire sounds a lot better than listening to me. 

Hmm… I’m not so sure. 

Have fun, Evie. I’ll call you tomorrow. 

I’ll probably drunk text you in the meantime. 

Please! I love it when you do that. 

Claire and I spend two hours getting ready once we’re home, and I love every minute of it, because she has this incredible way of making me look like the best, hottest, most spectacular version of myself. Sometimes when she does my makeup I think back in horror to what I used to let Kelly do to my face. She was dangerous with an eyeshadow brush, and as Claire carefully applies layers of exquisitely blended shimmery gold to my lids I suppress a shudder at the thoughts of what I looked like on my dinner date with Liam all those years ago. I recently uncovered an old photo from a digital camera SD card of myself, awkwardly standing by the flimsy door of Kelly’s mobile home bedroom with eyes rimmed in black kohl liner and a circle of orange foundation around the collar of my top. I don’t know how I wasn’t mocked relentlessly.

“I didn’t notice those things,” Jude said to me when I sent the photo to him, “Maybe it was just too dark out that night, I don’t know, but I remember thinking you were really pretty when we were on the quay.”

“Yeah right, I was a ghoul,” I told him. 

“A pretty cute ghoul, and by the way, didn’t you see my haircut? I definitely looked worse than you.”

Of course he didn’t, he always looked cute, but I never bother to tell him things like this, because he always denies them for the sake of being humble, or at least the pretence of being humble. I’m never quite sure which.  

Before I go out I make sure to send a photo of myself to him so that he can remember that I can look good if I try, with help from Claire and about sixty euros worth of beauty products slapped onto my face, just in case I’m stricken down by a bus tonight and that awful teenage picture is the last image he has of me.

Bring a stick with you so you can beat the guys away from you

He says, which is total projection. It’s him that probably gets swarmed by the opposite sex in bars so he probably thinks that’s what happens to everyone. But not me, never me, except for the odd time, usually in dark corners of bars when I’m a little bit too drunk, and usually by the calibre of men that Claire would deem absolutely unacceptable to make eye contact with. 

“Come on, Evie,” she’s saying now, and I realise that I’ve been staring at my reflection in the black window while she’s been zipping herself into her lightweight jacket. “Jaz and Serena are already there.”

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🙄 + evanstan 1k celebration ficlet

for the lovely @cable-knit-sweater <3 i'm sorry this took a hot minute and even sorrier that this is plotless and not my best work, but i hope you like it regardless!

His flight is delayed by three hours. 

And really, after all this time, Sebastian is used to the push and shove and the stress of airports, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying when everything goes wrong like this. He really hates having his plans waylaid, and the lukewarm coffee in his hand really isn’t bringing him any comfort as he stares down the gate display before him.

He sighs heavily and takes another unsatisfying sip of his coffee. The baby across the aisle stares at him from above a sweatered shoulder, and Sebastian gives it a small smile that widens when the baby gurgles.

Sebastian is about to stick his tongue out, or maybe cross his eyes, when his phone vibrates in his pocket with a message.

The sender notification makes him smile, and he unlocks it in a second.

From: Chris 💙

I saved some of the tiramisu from catering for you! 

Right, the other reason this delay majorly sucks, and definitely the more important one: Chris -- his boyfriend, the love of his life, his better half, and all of the rest of that sappy shit. His wonderful, beautiful Chris whom he hasn’t seen in weeks, and who he will have to wait a few more painful hours to have in his arms again.

If Sebastian could, he would teleport to Atlanta right now, suitcase be damned, just so he could see his face and then kiss it silly and end up eating tiramisu in bed with him. He aches with how much he wants it.

Sebastian begins to type out a thanks, but another message comes through a moment later.

From: Chris 💙

Are you boarded yet?

Sebastian’s smile transforms into something more like a grimace. He pictures Chris’ sad puppy eyes, and it really doesn't make him feel any better.

To: Chris 💙

No :( 

To: Chris 💙

My flight is delayed 3 hours. Delta said it was due to unexpected staff illness.

The announcement had made him roll his eyes earlier. Storms or strikes he would understand, but this is just ridiculous. The incoming text echoes the sentiment.

From: Chris 💙

🙄

It makes Sebastian smile. He can just picture the way Chris roll his ocean eyes, lashes fluttering prettily, and already begins planning the best way to be a nuisance and trigger it. 

From: Chris 💙

I’m going to hire whoever they need me to hire so that you can get here sooner 

To: Chris 💙

You’re ridiculous 

To: Chris 💙

I miss you too

Chris sends him a heart back. It’s ridiculous how happy it still makes Sebastian to see it. 

Sometimes, he still feels like he did when he first met Chris, like a teenager with a silly, giddy crush on the coolest boy in school. He had spent the better part of three years feeling stupid, with hearts in his eyes and pink in his cheeks, giggling at everything Chris said and soaking up every kind word like he would die without it. He was almost sure that it was hopeless, that someone as blindingly wonderful and warm as Chris would never go for someone like Sebastian. And that Chris was straight, to boot.

And then, by some miracle, he wasn’t, and he would. By an even greater miracle, his crush had turned into a genuine, reciprocated, real love and now Sebastian has been getting little colorful emoji hearts from Chris for years. 

He loves them, just as much as he loves the little food emojis Chris sends him sometimes or the stickers he has of Dodger. He loves them alongside Chris’ penchance for the winking and the eye roll emoticon. More than anything, he loves that they’re all from Chris, and that they’re for him. 

It’s no replacement for the real thing, though, which is why he’s the first one off the plane when they finally do land in Atlanta. He rushes so much that he ends up a little sweatier than he’d like, but when he’s finally back in Chris’ arms, he can’t find it in himself to care much at all.

He’ll fly to Atlanta again, and then maybe to Australia and Antarctica and the moon, airline delays and all. Whenever he needs, wherever he needs -- Sebastian knows he’ll follow.

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Sevika request? Have we done this yet:

Modern AU where reader and Sevika live together. Sevika is usually up well before reader is and she'll wake reader up most days before she heads off to work. She will usually text cute little things until her gf wakes up. Except...she gets no answers. :(

When reader finally is up, she's called off work sick as a dog and finally texts Sevika back. But Sevika being the lovely butch she is takes the rest of the day off work to take care of her gf 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

CUTEEEEEEE

men and minors dni

most mornings, sevika's gone for work before the sun even rises.

it sucks, but you guys find ways to work around it.

you cook her breakfasts the night before and leave them out for her to re-heat in the mornings.

she always kisses you when she leaves. (sometimes you wake up under her lips and smile at her, sometimes you sleep through it, but every morning you wake up with a little smudge of brown lipstick on your forehead or cheek.)

she leaves a cup of coffee or tea waiting for you in the microwave before she goes--made just the way you like it.

and, your favorite part of your morning routine, sevika will text you all morning until you wake up and text her back.

sometimes it's pictures of the sunrise, sometimes it's links to a podcast she was listening to on the way to work, sometimes it's jokes or complaints or, on special occasions, a saucy selfie or two.

sevika's favorite part of her morning is getting the first text back from you, sometimes a paragraph, sometimes an eye-roll emoji, but always signed off with a heart and a 'have a good day baby.' from you.

so she's a little worried when 8 am rolls around and she hasn't heard from you.

she texts you to check up on you, sometimes you get distracted or too busy to text her back. 'good morning baby.'

9 am rolls around and she still hasn't heard from you. she starts to worry a lot.

she gives you a call. it goes straight to voicemail.

she's about ready to call 911 when she finally hears back from you.

10:35 am, her phone pings, and she nearly breaks her neck trying to get to her desk to pick it up and read your message.

'just woke up with a fever. called out sick. feel like shit :('

you slept through your alarm, woke up with your eyes and nostrils crusted and your alarm blaring three hours later than you usually do.

your boss, thank god, had just recovered from the same bug that seems to be going around your office, so he was understanding when you called out sick.

you don't even have the energy to get to the kitchen after you slam the alarm off and update your boss and sevika. you just stumble to the bathroom to vomit, splash some water on your face, then return to bed to sleep.

you're surprised when, only forty minutes after you close your eyes, you're being shaken awake by sevika. "sev?" you mumble, sitting up in bed. "w' time is it?"

"almost noon." she says. you frown.

"you got work." you pout. sevika snorts, ducking down to kiss your forehead.

"you're burning up." she says, pulling away with a pout. you're still confused, staring up at her with a furrow in your brow. "i took the day off."

despite how shitty you feel, you still manage to feel a warm, affectionate thrum in your heart. sevika looks away from your sweet smile, flustered, and your love for her only grows.

you reach out and squeeze her hand. "gonna put on a little nurse's uniform for me?" you ask, waggling your eyebrows at her. sevika bursts into laughter and flicks your forehead again.

"you don't have the energy for all that right now."

"i can still enjoy the view." you say. sevika chuckles, then kisses your cheek again.

"go back to bed." she mumbles against you. "'m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup and tea. got some medicine for you too." she says. you sigh, snuggling into the pillow beneath you.

"you're the best." you mumble. sevika smiles and your heart skips a beat. "but..."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish. you put on your best pathetic-sick-puppydog eyes and blink up at her.

"you think you might wanna cuddle for a while before you make soup?" you ask. sevika grins.

"scoot over." she says, unbuttoning her shirt and kicking her shoes off. you grin.

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