#so no need to go gather stuff/pay for them

[bullet-prooflove]

Binged all your pope x reader stories last night but I’m a little confused on the timeline? From what I gathered pope and reader met and started their relationship before he ended up at Folsom right? Also how did reader react when they found out he was arrested and sentenced? Loved the story btw I wish each part was longer I can’t get enough!

Firstly, thank you so much for taking the time to read them. I’m really glad you enjoyed them!

That is completely my fault on timeline. I work from prompts so sometimes I get a prompt that fits for an event that happened earlier on in the timeline. Pope’s masterlist is the actual order they go in. It’s listed on every fic I’ve published for him so far so people know where the fic lands in the series.

For clarification:

They met before Folsom on a job where they needed an actual safe cracker. Pope really enjoyed that aspect of the work because of the deliberateness of the work, it appealed to the OCD aspect of him. He also enjoyed working with Dylan because of how meticulous and professional she is, he wanted to learn from her so he started paying out of his own pocket for lessons as Smurf would never allow it.

He discovers he really liked spending time with Dylan because she gets him, and she treats him like a person. We see it in stuff like how she uses his fav candy as an incentive for safe cracking because she realises he’s goal oriented. Eventually she introduces him to ethical thieving and they pull jobs together.  At first she runs the jobs but it becomes more balanced so ‘they’ are running the jobs, coming up with targets, solving problems, doing surveillance, etc. Pope loves this because he is finally doing something for himself, something that is just his.

When it comes to the wedding Dylan’s waiting about an hour before she realises he isn’t coming. At first she thinks it’s a family thing – Smurf’s called a family meeting or there’s heist stuff he can’t get away from, she’s there so he can’t text kind of thing. So she goes home, turns on the TV and there he is on the news, being arrested. She was devastated because she knew what being locked up would do to him. She’s a very practical person so I feel like she would have allowed herself to cry it out and then come up with a plan of how to move forward. For her, he’s the love of her life, prison isn’t going to change that.

When you’re first put into prison they have around a one month adjustment period where you aren’t allowed visitors but you can use the phone usually within a week. The first call he makes is to her apologising for leaving her on those steps.

Folsom is a 8 hour drive from Oceanside so she visits him at least once a month, probs more. The letters she writes are something physical for him to hold onto for when she can’t be there.

[materia-girl88]

a birthday surprise

18+, minors dni

warnings- smut, oral sex (f receiving), consensual somnophilia

bucky wakes you up with some special birthday treatment ;)

this is probably pretty shit😭i just had no inspo besides my brain randomly going "bucky eats pussy like a champ" and so here we are. enjoy? if you love it, lmk. it you hate it, don't tell me or i'll cry. i promise i'll have better stuff up once i can keep my ideas straight!

i can't get over this photo, jfc😩

Your brain was still fuzzy with sleep when your eyes fluttered open. Your vision was bleary as you looked up at the ceiling and you slowly came to your senses as you felt the warmth between your thighs.

A familiar tingle of pleasure was striking your nerves, causing you to start squirming. It was then you noticed the blanket you and Bucky had fallen asleep with was no longer covering your nude form.

"Huh..?" you half moaned, half mumbled as you continued to rouse from consciousness, feeling large hands come to your hips to hold them in place.

You glanced down, blinking the last of sleep from your eyes, and whimpering at the sight of the dark unruly mop of hair between them.

Bucky was already watching you when you met his gaze, his blue eyes both amused and aroused as he lapped his tongue along your soaked cunt.

One of your hands went to tangle in his hair and the other fisted at the sheet beside you.

"Bucky," you gasped out as his lips came to wrap around the hard bud of your clit, suckling at it.

Your hips fought against his hold to no avail, needing to move but unable to wrench out of his grasp.

You were a mess beneath him as he worked you over, legs shaking as you laid there and took what he gave you.

Your hand that had been grasping the sheets released them and moved to find one of Bucky's, entwining your fingers together and pulling them up to rest on your heaving breast, nipples hardened to sensitive peaks from the stimulation you were receiving.

His hand that wasn't clasped in yours moved between your thighs and you jolted at the feeling of him at your entrance.

"You're so goddamn soaked, baby," he said against you, his tongue focusing on your clit at he let his finger tease at your entrance, "I can feel you tightening up. So desperate, aren't you?"

"Yes, Bucky, please, please, please," you cried out, fighting against the urge to close your legs around him.

He chuckled against you and finally let his finger sink into you, wasting no time in pumping it in and out of you.

You brought your clasped hands up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his hand as he pleasured you.

"I'm close, Buck," you said, not bothering to hold back the shakiness in your voice.

With that, he slipped another finger in with the first, crooking them to press into the spot only he had ever been able to reach.

You lost it, body tensing up with your release as you cried his name, tears gathering with the intensity of your orgasm.

He continued to lick and suck at your soaked pussy until you couldn't take it any longer, pushing him away in overstimulation.

He kissed his way up your lax body, stopping only to pay some quick attention to your nipples. Once they were red and bitten sensitive, he made his way to your mouth.

"Happy birthday, doll," Bucky grinned against your lips before kissing you heatedly, letting you taste yourself on him.

"What a way to start the day," you joked, arms coming to slide around his neck, tugging him close.

[neriyon]

Okay did like 3h of cosmic exploration with fc and uhh, have to say I'm not a fan (some rambling (= me complaining) under the cut)

It feels like.... more scuffed Ishgard resto? Like the difficulty balancing is all over the place, rewards (aside from like. the gacha ones) are kinda meh, no mounts is weird (why tf can't we use mounts when the gatherer points are on the other side of the damn moon?) and the tools feel like a joke (sacrifice your stats to make slightly more paper scraps for gacha)

Fate thingy is kinda fun, but iirc you don't get exp and at least for the support group (didn't try the mech yet) rewards were pretty bad. Red alert was way better, both on balancing and rewards, and my only regret is that I didn't think of equipping the relic tool for extra rewards until after it finished.

Ah and if someone's thinking what I mean about balancing: I have pentamelded goldsmith on Yulan. I had to really focus and sweat to make some of the D rank stuff hq. After swapping to lvl 70 culinarian (no melds, barely lvl 70 gear) I could pretty much roll my face across the keyboard and I'd still get hq crafts in C rank. I'm not complaining about that part, it's good that it's not too hard on lower level crafters, but why are crafts marked "lvl 10+" so damn hard if you dare use jobs you put some effort into before? It just feels like I'm being punished for spending time and gil on that one job.

With gathering idk if the scaling is as broken, I don't really have any DoL jobs under 90 to try, but the ones I tried with lvl 94 botanist were pretty bad. Some I could kiiiiinda do with some effort, some (fuck them aetherial reduction ones) would fail every time. Fc members were cursing fishing a lot, so I guess that's not too fun either. Without mount you'd be left running around on foot, then sitting doing nothing waiting for gp after a failed try, while crafters can just chill in base and craft away with no worries.

Anyway uhhh tldr is "tf is wrong with this balancing?" and "idk what I expected but I'm still dissapointed by this"

As a fun way to end this rant, look at this gacha wheel option I got before I logged off:

"Fuck you there's no gacha, just take your cordials and go"

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

[shurisneakers]

cold hands in warm hands + hand kisses with my beloved bucky

Warnings: swearing, snow??

A/N: I see that you all like those grumpy x grumpy assholes. well here have some more of them

All it takes is one bad decision, and now the two of you are stuck in what has to be a walk-in freezer. Or maybe Siberia. Either way, it’s cold enough to regret every choice you’ve made today.

"You're not getting my jacket."

"Don't need it."

"Glasses are mine too."

"Don't need that either "

"Not givi--"

"I don't need your stuff," Bucky interrupts, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm fine."

You’re too cold to argue, so instead, you stomp off to the corner of the freezer to rummage through empty boxes, hoping to find something remotely helpful. Nothing. Just the sound of Bucky’s boots crunching in the snow behind you, breathing down your neck like some clingy demon.

"You’re really looking for gloves?" he deadpans.

"Some of us don’t come with central heating."

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he’s impervious to the cold. Like this whole thing is a minor inconvenience and not, you know, a potential frostbite situation.

You don't respond, pulling out tins and empty boxes but nothing that can help warm your freezing fingers.

"Give me your hands," he mumbles.

"Get your own."

"You're gonna get frostbite."

"Promise?"

His eye twitches.

Half an hour later, you've turned away from him to hide the fact that you're blowing into your hands for any semblance of warmth.

"Just give me your hands," he sighs, clearly at the end of his patience.

"I’m fine," you grit out.

"You’re an idiot," he says instantly.

You send him the middle finger.

"Gonna be hard to flip me off once your fingers snap off."

You glare at him as he thrusts his flesh hand toward you, clearly daring you to refuse.

Reluctantly, you slap your hands into his, grumbling under your breath the whole time.

"Christ, your hands are fuckin' ice."

"Who's asking you to hold onto them," you snap, trying to tug them away.

"Quit movin'," he mumbles, tightening his grip. "I just said they were cold, nothing else."

Bucky's a space heater in human form. His hand radiates heat, almost immediately warming your fingers. You hate how good it feels. The additional heat the annoyance he provides you with also helps.

"Where'd the metal one go?"

"It's metal," he replies, tone flat. "What d'you think happens to metal in the cold?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Pipe down, Mr Science. You're so fuckin' bitchy."

"Shut up," he groans, "Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for."

Still, he stays where he is. The warmth from his hand is enough to have you regain feeling in your fingers, the sting of thawing making you wince.

"Give it," you demand after a moment.

"What."

You pry one hand loose of his, holding it out expectantly, sending an eyebrow at his metal hand that hung loose over his knee.

"What, one's not enough for you?" he evades.

"It's only fair," you argue.

"Fair? You think this is a democracy?"

"It's called paying it forward, asshole," you retort. "I'm not gonna let your one hand stay cold."

"No."

"It's so funny that you say that, because I don't remember asking."

"You’re cold enough as it is. It’d freeze your hands solid in seconds."

"Good to know you’re selectively useful," you mutter, but your voice is quieter now.

The two of you stare at each other, deadlocked, frost gathering in the air between you.

You pull your hands back.

"Christ alive, what are you? Six?"

"Either both hands are getting warm or neither are," you declare. "Cry about it. You've got both hands free to wipe your tears."

He sighs irritatedly.

You both sit in the cold, arms crossed over your chests.

"Give me your hands," he says, voice low.

"You first."

Finally, with a muttered curse, Bucky thrusts his metal hand at you. "Happy now?"

You clasp both his hands, and the two of you sit in sulky silence as the warmth slowly spreads.

You glance at him after a moment. "We look like we’re auditioning for Les Misérables."

He huffs a laugh, his breath freezing in the air.

Bucky lifts the arm holding his metal hand, and presses a kiss to your open palm, lingering for a second, before letting it down again.

"You argue too damn much," he mumbles.

The tips of your ears feel warm, and you don't think it's from the cold.

You roll your eyes, "You're the one who threw a hissy fit."

Either way, you shuffle closer to him as you wait for someone to come pick you both up.

[puckinghischier]

Going off the exes to lovers w/ Quinn…

You guys are still in the same friend group so sometimes you still have to see each other during gatherings or in passing and it’s just little things that Quinn does or says that makes you realize you never fell out of love with him. Like he knew you were coming out on the boat for the day with them so he stocked up on your fav snacks to put on the boat. Or maybe he heard you were sick from his brothers so he insta carts stuff to your house. Just things that makes it blatantly obvious that he still cares.

oh he’s using every opportunity. you drank too much and need a ride home from the bar? he stopped drinking the second you ordered your third drink.

you mention in a gc you’ve been craving a certain type of food? it shows up at your door in an hour.

your friend mentions that you’ve been feeling homesick lately? your parents, somehow, mysteriously, found the money in their budget for a couple of place tickets to see you.

he would be so subtle, so nonchalant with it you don’t even notice until you look back. it’s like he never left. he’s always just…there. waiting.

it’s not like the two of you had some big, blow out break up. it was more so like you still loved him, but you needed to love yourself more. so you’re still friendly. you still speak when in groups together and you still frequent games.

but it’s like his presence in your life never really faltered, even though the absence is what you said you needed.

so one day, when you pretended to order drinks, you noticed the way his glass stayed empty as long as yours stayed full. you mentioned in a gc without him you were craving italian food, and for once, it never showed up.

you kept noticing all the things he was still doing for you, and against your will, your resolve cracked. you knew he loved you, and you still loved him, but you figured he’d quit paying attention after awhile.

but he never did.

and when you confronted him about it? well…he didn’t even deny any of it. he admitted to it like he was saying the sky was blue, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“well, why would i stop? you need someone to look after you, and i don’t trust anyone else to do it, so why stop doing what i love for who i love?”

his words were like a punch to your gut, because why, why couldn’t he have just said those things when you two were together?

“quinn, it’s not that simple. you just weren’t…there.”

that? saying he was never there? that made him angry. because while he may not have been physically there, he was always there.

“that’s bullshit. that’s bullshit and you know it. yeah, i might not have been able to be with you all the time, but don’t ever fucking tell me i wasn’t there, y/n, because i’ve always only ever been there.”

he points to your chest as he says it. his outburst surprises you, but it makes you think.

yeah, maybe he was gone all the time, but somehow your car always stayed cleaned and serviced, without you even realizing. maybe he was in a different country most of the time, but there was never a lack of fresh flowers in your apartment. maybe he wasn’t able to be on his phone all the time, but your voicemail was never empty, sweet recordings littering the inbox.

so yeah, maybe he wasn’t always there, but he was never really absent, was he?

as you stand there looking at a red faced and angry, but mostly hurt, quinn, you think…maybe he’s always meant to be there, clouding your thoughts and filling the ache in your chest you forced him to leave.

[txttletale]

hey what DO you watch on youtube? seems like you'd have some neat recommendations :3

i really loathe the like super-highly edited sound effect post-mrbeast slop most of youtube is now so i mostly like stuff that's like... calm and sedate. stuff i've been watching lately in no particular order:

northernlion vods and clips. he's an OG. i especially like his react court series, i must have watched all of them like five times.

speaking of OGs i've been watching zero puncutation (now fully ramblomatic) for like ten years and if anything it's only gotten better. best game review content on the internet. been really enjoying his more recent, slightly longer and more thoughtful 'extra punctuation/semi-ramblomatic' series too.

any austin's skyrim unemployment rate videos. instant classics to me, it's just a guy going around in skyrim trying to figure out the unemployment rate in every town. it's a very dry kind of humour, he plays it admirably straight, and it's weirdly calming.

kitten arcader's foot the bill videos. in a kind of similar vein, he watches the saw movies and then produces an itemized bill for everything jigsaw needed to buy to make his traps. it's kind of like... if cinemasins was fundamentally curious instead of fundamentally incurious, it scratches a similar sort of nitpicky detail-oriented quantifying itch but without inimical to the concept of art.

shuffle up and play. it's a magic the gathering play series that has enough editing that the gamestate is actually legible but not enough editing (or at least, not enough obtrusive in-your-face editing) that its annoying. i also like that they reguilarly play non-edh formats like cube and pauper.

spice8rack. i'm pretty picky about video essays but spice8rack has very obviously actually read books and has interesting things to say about the topics it discusses (mostly magic: the gathering). sometimes it has a kind of grating Theater Kid Energy but the fact that it actually meaningfully structures essays and analysis to earn the silly long runtimes is a rare delight from a video essayist.

jenny nicholson is a long-time favourite and another permanent fixture in my rotation. she's just extremely, remarkably funny which makes her the only 'basically just summarizing a thing' youtuber i think is worth the time of day.

i watch some sketch comedy, mainly wizards with guns and aunty donna, who both consistently put out really funny stuff that's kind of ITYSL-adjacent in its barefaced absurdism and contenmpt for concepts like "stopping a joke at the logical punchline". i also really like alasdair beckett-king and binging the old clickhole backlog for short-form comedy on youtube.

wolfeyvgc is right on the edge of the level of editing i find tolerable but as a long-time fan of multiple esports he Has It, he's absolutelyt fantastic at t elling the narrative of a tournament, explaining plays clearly, and generally making competitive pokemon esports thrilling and interesting ti someone (me) who#s never played it and doesn't care about pkoemon that much

i religously watch every elliespectacular/dathings YTP, the absolute best in the game right now, top tier snetence mixing and really good at actually setting up and paying off jokes in a way it feels like a lot of ytp doesn't. verytallbart is also pretty good.

trapperdapper is a channel i recently binged, it's a really fucking funny parody of minecraft challenge content that veers slowly from obvious angles of parody into pure absurdism with tons of blink-and-you'll miss it subtle visual gags.

too much future is a great youtube series where the two guys from just king things/homestuck made this world play through every fallout game and analyze them in that context. extremely funny and also just top-tier very sharp analysis. really good

another one of the rare good video essayists is jan misali. they're really funny and will go into topics that kind of seem narrow or strange to begin with in such depth and make them so interesting that it's consistently astonishing.

oh and finally sarah z makes pretty good videos. 'the narcissist scare' is an absolutely brilliant deconstruction of one of the most annoying pop-psych phenomena of the last couple years. and remarkably well script supervised i think did anyone else watch it and think 'wow the script supervisor on this must have been, a mind geniuse'

ok i think that's all i've been watching lately. hope you like whcihever of these recs you check out :)

[litfiction]

oneshot stolen charger 🪫

pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader

content & warnings — "arguing because paige stole your charger" , only playful arguing!

word count: 1k , notes @ the end (something fun!)

“Has anyone seen my charger?” You walked into your living room where some of your and Paige’s friends were gathered. Most people shook their heads no, some replying out loud. You sighed. Your phone was down to 5% and starting to lag.

You had felt around for it on your bed when the 20% battery warning popped up in the middle of watching your show but left it when you couldn’t find it. 20% was okay for now. When you got the 10% warning you felt around more thoroughly, even checking under your bed thinking maybe it had fallen when you moved around to get comfortable.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t there. Frustration started to set in when you searched all over your room to no avail, your phone battery quickly draining to 8%.

It wasn’t on your nightstand, it hadn’t been plugged into the outlet at your desk. You vividly remember taking it back to your room after charging your phone in the bathroom to let it play your music while you showered earlier.

After going out to your dorm’s common area you searched the outlets behind couches and through the clutter on the kitchen counters which showed no results. Literally where could it possibly be?

It’s not like your charger has legs and skedaddled off when you needed it.

Or maybe it’s just really good at hide and seek because now your phone was at 3% and you still have no clue where your damn charger could be. You’ve looked in all the obvious places.

Well, maybe except for one.

You quickly pace towards Paige’s door, leaning close to it to hear what she was doing inside before knocking. “Come in,” the blonde’s voice came a moment later.

You opened the door to see KK and Jana scrolling on KK’s phone. Your figure had appeared in the background and they had seen this, gesturing you over to show you off to the live.

“Hey girl! The live wants to see you,” KK smiled brightly. You momentarily forget about the search for your runaway phone charger to greet the people on KK’s live.

You squeeze between KK and Jana so that you’re all in frame before waving and saying hi quickly before turning to the girls on your sides to ask them if they’ve seen your charger.

Jana shakes her head no, followed by KK’s “Negative”.

“Seriously? I’ve been looking for like 10 minutes!” You sigh, exasperatedly.

The people in the live chat laughing at your frustration, some empathizing with your pain. You looked down and your phone was down to 1%. It was a losing battle and you’d just let it die at this point.

Doesn’t mean you don’t still need your charger.

You stand up straight from your bent position between Jana and KK, your face being cropped out of frame. Your head swivels to look at Paige and ask her if she’s seen the cord.

She’s sitting up on her bed, legs stretched out with one crossed over the other, her back against the wall. She wasn’t paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, occasionally laughing quietly at something funny she happens to see while scrolling.

Your eyes meet her figure before flicking to what’s in her hand. Her phone, on charge, using your charger. The very thing you’ve been looking for for almost 15 minutes by this point.

“Paige!” You demand. She looks up from her phone to look at you, her expression calm but confused. “Yes?” She responds obliviously. “You stole my charger!”

She looks back down and then drags her gaze back up to you with a sheepish smile. “Give it back!” You demand again, putting your hand out for her to return your charger. She shakes her head immediately. “No! I’m using it now!” Paige retorts. You groan, “You always do this! You always steal my stuff and then refuse to give it back to me when I ask for it back!”

“Ok first of all, you didn’t ask, you demanded. Second, you can’t just wait until I’m done using it?” She questions you like she’s the one in the right. You glare at her. “I demanded it because you stole it, and no, I can’t wait this time because my phone is dead and I just wanna watch my show!”

By this point, KK and Jana (and even some people in the living room) aren’t paying attention to what they’re doing. Even the live was invested in this argument. KK was quietly snickering while Jana just watched this unfold.

“C’monnnn,” Paige whined. “Just give me 5 more minutes!”

You shook your head adamantly. “No Paige, I need my charger now.”

“How did you even get it? I had it in my room. And why? You have your own charger, Paige, do you not?” You deadpanned.

Paige just shrugs at you. “Aubrey needed a charger so I offered her mine but then I needed to charge but Aubrey wasn’t at a good enough percentage so I took yours. I just grabbed it from your nightstand while you were in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes. Of course she had. “Ok well, time’s up! Hand it over.” She makes puppy dog eyes at you, making you roll your eyes at her again. “That hasn’t worked for you before, it won’t work now.”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs before unplugging the base of your charger from her wall and crawling on her bed towards where you stood at the edge of it to place the cord in your outstretched hand.

You shoot her a sarcastic smile before thanking her and walking back out to your bedroom. Finally, you can watch your show in peace.

You enter your room and head to your closet to grab your favorite sweater.

But when you open your closet doors expecting to see the fluffy bundle sitting in an organizer just at eye level, it wasn’t there.

Then you register what Paige had been lounging in.

You were too busy to notice it hanging off her shoulders. You throw your head back exasperatedly then yell towards her door. And you swear you hear her snicker with KK.

🔖 — i feel somewhat ashamed that this is the longest work i have on here.. also hi again! i haven't written in a bit because i haven't had any ideas :( my requests are open if anyone wants to send something in! anyway, this is day one of something i've decided to try! for july i'm gonna pick a prompt from a list i have and write something based on that! i didn't take the list from anywhere i just made it myself. i wanted to do this to just write more and push myself to write stuff with creative freedom since a lot of prompts are quite vague. but yeah! that's my update, sorry this so long oops. hope this was entertaining to some degree, thank you for reading!!

[becomingmina]

thanks for the clarification ♡

so here is the thought I had

hyunjin and reader being each other's crush but absolutely idiotic about it so they don't know the other's feelings

they have common friends that are sick of the tension between the two. one decides to tell hyunjin, the other suggests the reader to do something to make hyunjin jealous so she can find out if he likes her. (boring I know)

one time when everyone's around, she flirts with jisung or something idk and she gets too touchy so hyunjin is annoyed af. pulls her away to somewhere private and voila, they've confessed in the best way possible 😌🌸

CRUSH. anon request w/ HYUNJIN.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: hyunjin x female reader genre + warnings: friends to lovers, smut mdni!, oral (both f & m receiving), hyunjin calls reader kitten, semi-public wc: 5.4k mina's note: Anon also wanted to throw ‘kitten’ in it (my fav pet name 👀) Also I really enjoyed writing this & love how much details you put on the request!! My box is open for feedback 💓

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

You don’t know how you got in this situation but here you are; staring at your friend who is currently playing basketball, topless. Well, you’re more like drooling over him.

He just looked so good, so hot. His tall, lean, milky body just running around on the court covered in a thin layer of sweat. Normally you hate the thought of sweat, but it works for him. It works well for Hwang Hyunjin, actually. He even looks like he smells nice too. You watch as he laughs at the other players, hogging the ball like the main character in some high school drama. Your eyes waver from his pretty smile to his muscular arms to his piercing, which is sitting so perfectly under his eyebrow, then to his burgundy hair.

You pay attention the beads of sweat that trickles from his hair to his chest, dripping down his body. You gulped when you see them land on the area just underneath his belly button. You completely loss your sanity as your eyes covered that area. His treasure trail? Happy trail? Whatever people called it. Why was it so sexy on Hyunjin?

You quickly look away before anyone catches you; you shouldn’t be looking at him like that. Hyunjin is your friend.

When you meet him two years ago in your first year of college, he was just some guy in class you become friends with. He is good looking, but you didn’t find him attractive. There was no chemistry, no tension, no feelings. You don’t know how it started but you find yourself thinking about him every other hour of the day now. You would freeze when someone else mentions his name, blush when he was in close proximity of you and even stutter when he speaks to you.

“Hey.. Hey Y/N,” a voice snapping you out of your thoughts, followed by a nudge on your shoulder.

“Hm?” You answered, unaware of who was even calling out to you. You turn your head and there he was, your crush Hwang Hyunjin crouching down next to you, smiling at your blank reaction. You’re used to him towering over you since he was way taller than you but to have him crouched down like this looking at you makes you feel a bit.. timid.

“I’m going to borrow this,” he says dangling your fresh hand towel in-front of you. Oh yeah, the hand towel you carry around in your bag just in case your physical education professor makes you participate in class. The one you won’t let anyone use or even touch.

When they say having a crush makes you do crazy stuff, they do mean it. You were quick to lean him it.

“Huh.. uhh yeah, sure,” you answered, eyes travelling from your towel to his face again.

When you realised you’ve been staring at him longer than you should have, you cough and drop eye contact, making Hyunjin gulped a little bit too loud. “I don’t need it anyways you can keep—”

“—I’ll return it,” he says with a smile. “I’ll wash it first of-course.” You nod your head quietly as you gather up your belongings, getting ready to go to your next class.

“Come on Hyunjin, we are going to be late for class!” Chan, the oldest out of the friend group, calls out to him.

“So.. I’ll see you at lunch then?” Hyunjin says after noticing your quietness.

“Yeah, I’ll see you at lunch,” you mumbled, shooting him a quick glance.

“Bye bro,” Hyunjin says to Minho, giving him a handshake before collecting his bag and going off with Chan.

Minho chuckles at the scene that just unfolded in-front of him; two of his best friends obviously crushing on one another but no one is making a move. Well, it’s not really you and Hyunjin’s fault since you guys don’t know about the other person’s feelings.

“You know he likes you right?” Minho blurted out and you turn your head to his direction.

“Who?” You answered nervously. Did Minho just witness everything?

“Hyunjin,” Minho replies with raised eyebrows, his smug a little bit too cocky for your liking today. You rolled your eyes at him but underneath your skin, you are hot, flustered, embarrassed.

“No way!” you denied. Hyunjin could never like you, he only saw you as a friend.

“He does—”

You scoffed a little bit too fast.

“Do you not see the way he looks at you Y/N?” You can’t tell if Minho was being serious or not.

Minho does have a history of being a joker which makes you think he’s just pranking you. But he also is a very honest friend, he would never joke around with stuff that could potentially hurt you.

“Uhhhh—” you hesitantly reply.

Minho takes in a loud breath, “—I don’t know if you’re genuinely dense or you just don’t want to admit it.”

“He doesn’t like me,” you answered.

“He does,” Minho turns his head behind to look at Hyunjin and you followed. You watch as the two made their way across the field, Chan wrapping his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulder trying to snatch your towel away from him.

“Oh, you don’t want to give it to me because that’s your girl’s towel?” Chan laughs, basically choking Hyunjin at this point.

“She’s.. she’s not.. my girl..” Hyunjin softly replies in a cough, not sure if he was actually being choked by Chan’s big arms or by choking up at you being called his girl.

“She’s not your girl.. yet?” The older boy teased.

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin questioned, hoping Chan didn’t see through him.

Chan looked back at you and Minho who was still sitting by the basketball court. You swiftly turn back to Minho, hoping Chan didn’t catch you starring at Hyunjin.

“Trust me,” Minho said with his smug face, raising his brow to the older boy across the field. “You know how to tell if he likes you?”

You stay quiet. You were curious but didn’t want to seem like it, so you just raised your eyebrow. Tell me, tell me Lee Minho!

“Make him jealous,” Minho says lifting his chin to Jisung who was currently surrounded by a group of girls shoving their gym towel into his face.

You know what Minho was referring to; that’s how Felix ended up with Nayeon. Minho suggested to Nayeon to make Felix jealous by sitting next to Jisung at some dinner since he was such a girl magnet. Next thing you know she was pulled away from the table by Felix and they have been together ever since.

You scoffed. It sure worked for them, but you weren’t going to use Jisung like that; he was your friend.

“I’m not going to use Han-Ji like that,” you replied.

“Okay look..” he blinks a little too hard at you. “Just use Han-Ji.. He is also as tired as we all are of you and Hyunjin’s….” He pauses. “..tension..”

“Who is we?” You asked confused.

Who else has been noticing your little crush on Hyunjin? Is what you really wanted to ask your best friend, but you don’t.

“..And there’s no tension between me and Hyunjin.. I don’t know what you talking about,” deny deny deny.

“Everyone in the friend group can feel the tension, you idiot,” the nickname causing you to pout. “Felix, Bin, Min, Lia—”

“—Hyunjin doesn’t like me.”

“Bet?” He was too quick with this. “I’ll let you have bragging rights if he doesn’t like you. But I get the bragging rights if he does,” he suggested.

“Huh, what?” Both of them sound bad to you. Why would you be happy with bragging rights if Hyunjin doesn’t like you back? It would sting you! And if by chance Hyunjin likes you back, you would hate to deal with Minho’s telling the whole campus he was cupid. What the hell was Minho on?

“What?” He laughed after noticing your face, full of displeasure. “I mean, the worst that could happen is he doesn’t like you back.. But then that means you get bragging rights?” Minho laughs tilting his head to the side. He can read you well.

“Dude you’re insufferable!” You rolled your eyes. He was still looking at you with his smirk.. Oh wait. “What do you mean like me back? I don’t like him,” you denied, it but wasn’t fast enough, he had caught you.

“Sure.. I know everything. Come on, trust me. I’m your best friend,” Minho nudges your shoulders. “Remember the party this weekend? How you rather sit at home and do nothing. Well maybe you should just come. We haven’t seen you out in a while.. Come, and be prettier than this..” he says looking down at your gym wear. You were in baggy sweat shorts and an even baggier t-shirt. “And I’ll help you get with him-”

“—Hey!” you shove his shoulder back. “What’s wrong with me now?!” You look down at your attire. It was gym class anyways of course you would be in this, even if you don’t participate.

“What? Nothing,” he answers playfully. “Come on, we going to be late to our next class!” Minho gets up before opening up his hand to help you up.  “Han-ji, we’re late!”

It was lunch time and you and Han-Ji ditched Minho to go down to the college’s local bakery to get some lunch.

“You’re totally not coming to the party?” Minho asked Hyunjin who was sat at the lunch table, eating his huge burrito. Seungmin, Felix and Chan were also there chiming into the conversation.

“Who’s going?” Hyunjin asked, a mouth full.

“Just the usual.. us. So, Chris, Bin, Jeongin, Yeji.. and then half of the third years are invited,” Hyunjin doesn’t look too interested. Don’t get the wrong idea, he loves his friends and parties, but he had also seen them every single day on campus, so he had no fear of missing out.

“…oh and Y/N says she’s going to come too,” Minho blurted, playing full attention to his friends reaction.

Hyunjin’s ears perks up at your name, his cheeks suddenly growing pink as he looks back at Minho.

“Actually.. I’ll come. Haven’t been had fun in a while,” Hyunjin drops the eye contact when he notices Minho’s sneer. “You want me to bring anything?” Hyunjin continues a little twitchy, playing with his food.

Minho just laughs. This was getting too exciting for him. “Bring your courage!” The rest of the boys laughed.

“What?” Hyunjin asked, narrowing his eyes at the crowd.

“You like Y/N, don’t you?” Seungmin exclaimed catching Hyunjin by surprised.

“Umm...” Hyunjin freezes. He doesn’t know how to answer. Of course, he likes you, but he didn’t want to admit knowing the boys were definitely going to tease him even more for it. But he didn’t want to say no just in case they spin it around to say he doesn’t like you at all as a friend.  

“Don’t worry bro, she likes you too,” Minho break the silence. Hyunjin’s heart stop at his best friend’s words. He didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t that.

“Really? She likes me back?” Hyunjin replies promptly, a sheer smile pulling on his face. He was definitely blushing.  

“Back.. So you do like her?” Chan torments Hyunjin again and Hyunjin’s smile slowly faded form his face. They had caught him too.   

“Hey Y/N!” Felix calls out and the rest of the boys look over Hyunjin’s shoulder. He wanted to spin back to check but he didn’t want the boys to play more into his eagerness, so he just freezes looking straight at them.

“Hi Lix!” Your voice calls from behind him.

“Come here! Hurry!” Felix continues to make conversation with you.

“Bro just ask her out already, we’re all tired of the tension,” Chan quickly expresses.

“What tension?” Hyunjin was desperate to see what they had to say before you got to the table.

“Sexual tension,” Seungmin whispers and everyone goes silence, pressing their lips trying to hold back their smile.

“There’s no tension between me and—”

“—Okay you say there’s so tension? I guess Han-Ji can make his move then,” Minho interrupted, surprising Hyunjin again.

“Does Han-Ji likes Y/N—"

“—Shh she’s behind you,” Chan shushes the younger boy up before he could finish his sentence.

“Hey..” Hyunjin says timidly before you could even sit down.

“Hey..” you replied back, climbing over the bench so you can sit next to him. The whole group watches as Hyunjin blushed at your proximity. “Sit here,” you pat the area on the other side of you for Jisung to sit.

“Coffee and pastries for lunch? That place is like a 10 minute walk,” Chan askes from across the table.

“It’s okay, Han-ji keeps me company,” you say as you nudge Jisung a little bit and you both open up your pastry bag.

Hyunjin glances at you from aside, he stays quiet.

Hyunjin doesn’t know how to feel. He didn’t expect his boys to catch on about his feelings for you and he didn’t expect Minho to blurt out that you like him back. Hyunjin is also confused after seeing how close Han-Ji is to you too, he never really questions your close relationship until now. Does Han-Ji actually like you? Thoughts flood his brain as he continues to eat his burrito.  

You rushed home from your last Friday class to get ready for the party. You threw on one of your mini sun dress, pairing it up with some sandals and a cross body bag before collecting your black cardigan and rushing out to Yeji who was ready in the living room waiting to do some pre-party shots with you.

You and Yeji tipsy-ly made it to the loudest house on the street. Lee Minho’s residency. It was only 8pm and it was already crowded. She held your hand and clumsy pulls you through dim-lit hallways packed with people before reaching the living room. There they were, all of your friends in the living room with a drink in their hand, conversing with one another.  

“There they are!” Seungmin yells as he sees you and his girlfriend. He quickly makes his way to rip Yeji off you, pulling her into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Wow, my best friend finally came to one of my parties!” Minho appears out of no where handing you a beer.

“I was here two months ago Min..” You playfully rolled your eyes. “When you and Nayeon vomited everywhere and me and Felix had to bathe you guys.. naked,” you refreshed his memory.

“I remember.. Crazy night..” Minho laughs. He stops to look you up and down before grabbing your shoulders. “Very pretty Y/N. You planning to make someone jealous?” He complimented before getting back to his little mischiefs.

“Maybe,” you answered looking around the room. You hadn’t seen Hyunjin yet and Minho notices.

“Your boy is hella tipsy by the way, he keeps telling me he’s nervous but won’t tell me why,” Minho informs you.

“He’s not my boy.”

“Sure.. okay, anyways so not your boy is currently staring at you from behind,” Minho also announced as he stares at Hyunjin from over your shoulder.

Hyunjin’s heart stops at your presence. He has always found you pretty but tonight, he found you extremely gorgeous. Maybe because tonight was the night, he was going to let you know about his feelings. He takes another sip of his drink, pondering how he’s going to pull you away. He wanted to find the perfect timing, he didn’t want to do it too early just in case you reject him, and he has to go home early.

He watches you as you make your way to Jisung who was currently sat on the tiniest fucking armchair he had ever seen.

“Han-Ji!” You were going to follow Minho’s instructions; you either leave tonight with Hyunjin or rejected by Hyunjin but with bragging rights.

“Hey Y/N, you look like you had a couple of drinks already,” Jisung says as he touches his owns cheeks to indicate where your pink complexion was. You nodded bashfully to your friend before getting up on the arm of the chair to sit.

“It’s wet there, I just spilled my drink there. Come here,” Jisung stops you before you could sit. He pulled your arm so you can squeeze next to him on the tiny fucking armchair. You hope Hyunjin was watching.

“You okay?” Jisung asks cupping your face to lean your head against his shoulder - he knows how tired you get when you drink.

“Mhmm,” you closed your eyes as you continue to converse with your friend.

Hyunjin was still watching everything from the other side of the room. His hand was wrapped around his drink tightly, expressing his annoyance at the skin-ship and at himself for not pulling you away the second you got here, like he wasn’t waiting all night just for you to arrive. He starts to feel a little jealous now that your attention is on Han-Ji. And maybe Minho was right, and Han-Ji does have feelings for you.

He had to do it. He had to pull you away and ask why you hadn’t noticed his feelings for you all this time. He feels himself grow hot, he was feeling tense.

Hyunjin takes in a deep breath before downing the drink, squeezing his cup on the process. The plastic from the red cup causes disturbance making the boys turn their head at their friend.

“You good, pretty boy?” Changbin asks noticing the change in Hyunjin’s demeanour, taking the red cup out of his hand.

“Yeah, just need some air,” Hyunjin says running a hand through his fluffy red hair as he makes his way to you.

“Can we talk?” Someone askes from above you and you instantly open your eyes, locking eyes with them.

You feel your heart skip a beat as you finally see him. He had on some baggy jeans with a black t-shirt, one sleeved rolled up complementing his muscular arm. God, he looked so hot; you feel yourself drooling over him again.

“Okay.” You answered softly.

“Come,” he says, grabbing a hold of your hand making you get up from the chair. You heart start to flutter at his brace. Was it happening now? Is Hyunjin jealous?

He guides you through the crowd of people in the living room before dragging you up the stairs and towards Minho’s bedroom. He lets you enter first before locking the door behind him.

Your eyes wonder around Minho’s bedroom - his room was dark, quite clean, quite quiet for such a loud guy. You scoff to yourself quietly at the contrast. As you spin around the room, Hyunjin watches you and smiles at your cuteness before getting back to his senses of why he pulled you here in the first place.

“Are you drunk?” He asked suddenly.

“Hmm? Not quite yet,” you answered, making your way into Minho’s ensuite. “Why?” You asked so he can follow you, just testing the waters.

You placed your bag on the counter before digging through it trying to find your lipstick.

“What are you doing then?” Hyunjin asked towering behind you looking at you through the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You glance up at him to ask before going through your bag again, acting like you had no idea what was going on, even though your heart was beating just as fast as his.

“What were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?” Yep, he saw everything.

“I wasn’t on him?” You lied.

“Y/N.” He was getting a little be frustrated at your replies, you were obviously up to something.

“Why does it matter to you anyways—”

“—It’s making me jealous.” Hyunjin interrupted you making you glance up at him again. Minho’s plan was working. Minho was right.

You spin around to face him and finally, you can feel the tension everyone was talking about. He likes you. You feel your heart beating rapidly as he stares into your eyes. Your breathing becomes heavier as he takes another step towards you. You try to keep eye contact just to see if he drops it first, but he doesn’t. Your eyes drop first, to his lips then up to his eyes then back to his lips. They looked so full, so soft. Wouldn’t be crazy if you guys just kissed?

“Hyunjin?” You say above a whisper, lips forming into a pout right after. Hyunjin found you so precious looking up at him like this.

His resting face rapidly turns into a smirks now as he watches your eyes flicker to his lips. He knew what you wanted; he knows how you feel now. “Hmm?” He questioned, just to tease you a little bit.

“Can you just kiss me already?” You say, not begging but with a hint of desperation. You like him and you just confirmed he likes you, what were you guys waiting for?

He chuckles before his hand comes up to your face, cupping it for a second then he leans and kisses you. His lips felt so soft, so warm just like how you imagined them felt. You couldn’t explain the feeling, it was like you were in dream, it’s incredible.

Soon Hyunjin deepens the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth as one of his hand keeps your face in place, the other snaked down your body to your waist. Your tongue swiped against his lips, and you tasted a bit of lemonade and tequila. If this was a way to drink tequila, then you were all for it.

“Up,” he pulls away to say and you listen jumping onto the counter with the help of his grip. You spread your legs so he can stand in between them. He looks at you in awe, he couldn’t control his smile.

“You didn’t answer me..” he says as his hands find their way under your dress just resting on your thighs.

“Hm?” You whimpered, wanting his lips back on yours.

“What were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?” Hyunjin asked again, a little lower, a little more raspier now that he’s more confident to dominate you.

“To make you jealous,” you whisper back to him, admitting to all your little shenanigans.

“Why?” He couldn’t hold back his smile.

“To see if you like me back.” You say, and his ears perked up at your words.

“You got your answer?”

“Mhmm..” you admit.

“Good.”

“But.. want to hear you say it,” you reply cheekily, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders to pull him close to you so your lips are barely touching.

He lets out an airy breath before pressing a kiss to your lips, letting it linger on for a little bit just to make your heart flutter once more for him. “I like you,” he says, and you try to conceal the smile pulling up on your face. “Happy?”

“Yes.”

“Where were we?” Hyunjin says and you pull him back onto you.

Maybe it was the pent up sexual tension you both had been holding in as, as soon as your lips were connected again, it became again heated. His hands are fondling with your thighs, and his tongue is slipped back down your mouth. You feel a hot sensation making its way to your core, a moan slipping from your lips. He smirked in between the kisses, his hands inching up higher now hiking you dress up.

Hyunjin continues his kisses down your neck, and you tilt your head back, letting him cover more area with his lips.

As he harshly sucks on your neck, your hands start to explore his body, caressing up and down his chest, down his covered stomach. You slowly creep them lower to his hard on that was pressing against the counter, begging to be touch. He lets out a groan at the contact.

“Hyunjin?” you whimpered at how stiff he was. You both wanted more but not on this cold bathroom counter. “Are we actually doing this here?” You ask.

“Where else would you do it?” Hyunjin looks down at you his a raised eyebrow, his hands stopping at your hips.

You look around before cheekily suggesting, “Minho’s bed,” and he cracks up.

“Come,” he takes a step back to hold your hand as you jump off the counter.

Hyunjin pulls you back onto him as he sat back on Minho’s bed - it was comfier than he expected, it was actually quite comfy to fuck on actually.

“You’re such a good kisser, it making me so horny,” He says, gripping your thighs so you’re straddling him. You feel his hard-on abusing your core and you become like jelly, draping yourself onto him. God, it was also making you so horny.

Are you both really gonna fuck in your best friend’s bed? Probably.

“Hyunjin?” You start to suck on his neck, returning the marks he gave you. “Wanna blow you… can I?” You asked, rolling your hips onto his.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the pleasure, halting your hips. “Fuck— kitten..” The pet name slipping from his lips, making you stop whatever you were doing to look him in the eyes. Did he just call you kitten? And did you like it?

“Yeah? Wanna be a good kitten? And suck me off right here in your best-friend room?” He teased after seeing your eyes lit up at the name.

“Yes.. wanna be a good kitten,” you replied, lifting his shirt to slowly to expose his abs, your hand lazily runs across his milky body.

You shuffled back, kneeling down by the bed before peeking at his happy trail. You finally got to see it up close, and you didn’t waste anytime before attaching your lips to it. Hyunjin’s hand flung to hold onto your hair and he lets out a groan as you suck the skin around his navel.

“You’re just like a kitten, nipping into me like that,” he moans.

“You love it,” you teased him.

“Yeah I do..” he confesses breathlessly. “Couldn’t stop thinking back to gym class yesterday.. how you eyed it all lesson..” Oh, so he caught you staring but didn’t say anything?

“Was it driving you insane?” He torments and you murmured nodding your head.

“God, kitten… need your mouth now, I’m might cum untouched,” he begs and you chuckle, blowing hot air from your mouth at his skin causing him to flinch.

You give him what he wants. You undo his jeans, shimmering it down his thighs before palming him through his boxer.

“Y/N, please..” he begs again, closing his eyes to hold in his release.

“You’re so big,” you say the second you pull down his boxer letting his red rock solid dick slap across his stomach. You didn’t expect him to be him to be this big, this thick. You gulp at it before wrapping your hands around him. “Wanna taste..” you blabbered as you brought his tip to your lips.

Hyunjin’s head kick back as you wrap your lips around his head. His hands gripped your hair tightly as he starts to set the pace, and you let him. He pushes you down taking half his length into your mouth before guiding you back up. You moan as he slides down your mouth, unable to control the pleasure you were having from just giving him head. Once you go match his pace, Hyunjin lets go of his grip and runs his through your hair, endlessly praising you as he tries to keeps himself together.

“You’re so good—” he sucks in another breath.

You take him fully into your mouth and gagged once he hits the back of your throat. “Ahh, cuming- cuming—” he lets out a low grunt as he paints your throat white. You swallow the warm thick liquid before letting go of him with a pop.

“Kitten, you’re so perfect. Such a good mouth,” he says finding your arm and pulling up to sit on his lap.

“Can I return the favour?” His hand wrapped around your hips, his finger carefully gathering the fabric of your skirt so he can expose your panties.

“I don’t know if I can keep quiet Hyunjin,” you admitted. You can still hear the loud music outside, even if it was muffled by the walls but a part of you’re still afraid someone might hear you. You couldn’t even keep it in while making out, nor sucking him off, you don’t know how you’ll be if you guys actually have sex.

“But I can’t leave you high like this,” Hyunjin replies, his two fingers just touching the fabric of your panties that was getting soaked by your wetness. You kick your head back at the pleasures “I just know you’re wet from sucking me off.. Let me, let me just eat you out..” he begged, his eyes turned dark full of lust.

“Please,” you gave in, out of breath.

Hyunjin plants a kiss to your neck before laying you down on the bed.

“Fuck, you are soaked,” Hyunjin says the second he lifts up your dress and sees the huge wet patch on your underwear. He kneels down and peels it off, watching a thin line of your wetness pulls off with it. Hyunjin spreads your legs wider and his eyes rolls to the back of his head as exposes you. You were wet, glistening, it was so hot to him.

You let out a moan as the cold from Minho’s room brushed against your core. “Please, need your mouth,” it was your turn to beg.

Hyunjin complies and attached his lips to your pussy. “Ahh! Mhmm.. More..” you weren’t kidding when you said you don’t know if you can keep quiet.

Hyunjin buries his face deeper as he contents to lick all over you, his nose rubbing against your clit. He was basically pussy drunk at his stage, gripping and pulling your hip closer to his faces. Your head falls back as you feel the pleasure building up in your core, your thighs volunteering closing around his head to add more pressure.

“I’m going cum, please.. Hyunjin— gonna cum..” you whine as he harshly sucks on your clit now, it was basically the cheat code in making you cum and he was able to get it the first time.

You moaned as you feel a glush of wetness explode from your core, you had cum. Hyunjin can tell you’re orgasming but he didn’t want to stop, you were too addicting.

You had to rip him off of you before you were overstimulated. “Hyunjin, too much,” you whined and he finally lifts his head.

“You taste too good kitten, sorry couldn’t stop,” he says and he wipes your wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it.

“Come here,” he jumps on the bed, pulling you into his arms. He runs his finger through your hair as you recover. You both stare at each other for a while before falling into a fit of giggles. How crazy is it that you were each other’s crush and not realising it.

“Should we go back out?” He asked smoothing down your hair.

“I have to touch up my lipstick first,” you say, pecking his nose.

“Let me help you,” he pulls you up from the bed before back hugging you to the bathroom where your bag was.

“Back to mine tonight, okay?” He reminded you softly as he wipes your lipstick in your lips - a hint of innocence radiating from him like he didn’t just lap up all your juices like a greedy animal.

“Of course, I have no where else I rather be tonight,” you answered, grinning from ear to ear at your pretty boy.

“Can’t believe it took you to squeeze into that tiny chair with Han-Ji for me to tell you,” Hyunjin beats himself up.

“It’s okay Hyunjin, I reckon the timing was perfect,” you reassured.

The house was packed now than before, it took you and Hyunjin a while to squeeze through all the people. Minho watch as you both hold hands, happily, making your way down the stairs, his smug pulling back on his face.

“Who got the bragging rights?” Minho asks cheekily as you both walk past him.

“You.” You answered rolling your eyes and Hyunjin laughs.

“You also got a messy bed too, bro,” Hyunjin taps Minho by the shoulders before following you.

Minho was left mouth agape as he stares up at the stairs. “Did they just…”

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 2 - Trust is a Two Way Street

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.

CW: Mentions of war, mentions of death, descriptions of wounds, medical stuff, medical inaccuracies.

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The barrel is cold on your skin, you’re holding your breath, his finger is on the trigger. 

“Explain yourself.” A deep voice asks. You swallow hard trying to keep as still as possible.

“I’m a smuggler. I work for whoever pays. The people you killed, I was supposed to get them to Al Qatala. Konni pays me to smuggle people or weapons over the border. It’s easy to use ULF safehouses up here as a stop off point.” 

“You Russian?” The man with the mohawk asks. 

“Does it matter?” You almost spit back at him. 

“What about Al Qatala or ULF you done jobs for them too?” 

“If they pay, yeah. You’d be surprised  how desperate people can get.”  

“Gaz, stand down. She’s not a threat.” You see a hand land on his shoulder. You swallow again, looking up at him, his eyes are scrunched together, there’s real anger behind them. The gun moves from your head, you let out a sigh of relief, sitting back on your legs, you lower your hands slowly.

“What do Al Qatala pay you to smuggle?” Ghost asks. 

“I don’t ask. The less I know the less I’m a liability. I’m good at what I do, that's all that matters.” The man with the mohawk scoffs. Gaz moves back to stand with him. 

“You don’t even get a little curious?” Gaz asks, putting his pistol away. You sigh rolling your eyes, almost like it’s an inconvenience.

“POW’s, chemicals. High ranking members of Al Qatala, mostly for meetings with Konni, sometimes with Makarov himself.”

“What about the ULF?” 

“General supplies, the odd civilians, favors for Farah. It’s harder to cross the other borders. Russia is easy.” 

“So you’re not a medic. Can you even help him?” Ghost asks. You turn to look at him, you can’t tell if colour has come back to his face or not. 

“My mother was a nurse, my father was a doctor. I was on track to go to med school too.” You say, you’re not sure what’s going to happen now. You probably know as much as they do, they’ve most likely been trained on such situations. 

“Where are your parents now?” Gaz asks.

“Dead, killed in the conflict. Like almost everyone I know.” There’s sadness in your voice, you try to hide it. 

“You didn’t pick a side?” Ghost asks. 

“I did, in the beginning. Farah’s message was a popular one. It was the ULF who came to our aid when our town was attacked.” You pause looking round at them all. “It was the ULF who carpet bombed the hospital killing my father. A week later my mother was killed by Al Qatala when they raided a ULF base.” 

“I’m sorry, about your parents.” The mohawk man says, Gaz tuts. 

“Why become a smuggler?” 

“It was by chance. I managed to gather enough money to flee, and pay someone to get me over the border. We got talking, he offered me a job instead.” 

“Where is he now?”

“Probably dead.” You say as a matter of fact. You haven’t seen him in over a year. In the beginning he was like your mentor, teaching you the best routs how to use ULF and Al Qatala safehouses. Who to mention to get people to leave you alone. He vouched for you, got you jobs then when you were ready he just left. 

No one is saying anything. You move to stand up. 

“Your friend’s gunshot is not a through and through, that means the bullet is still in there. Pulling it out could kill him, I don’t have the equipment to check where it is or if he has any other injured organs. He needs a hospital.” You say urgently. 

“CASEVAC?” Gaz says.

“Not from here.” Ghost replies. There’s silence again. You squeeze your eyes closed sighing.

“There’s an abandoned vets in the next town, east of here. It will have the equipment I need to check him.” They could think you’re lying. They’re exchanging glances, you can almost see them thinking. It seems like Ghost is the one incharge, he shifts on his feet. 

“Okay.” 

“What about Farah?” Your head snaps over to the mohawk man, you need to get his name at some point, and figure out where his accent is from, he doesn’t sound like the other two.

“Nothing but radio silence.” Ghost replies. 

“How did you end up here?” You ask before you can stop yourself. You’ve been honest with them, maybe they’ll be honest with you.

“That's classified.” Ghost snaps, you nod. You expected that. 

“I heard Farah’s forces are moving north. We’re close to the Russian border. Maybe it’s best you wait?” You say offering up the only info you have on ULF’s movements.

“How do you know that?” Ghost asks. 

“I was warned they were on the move when I picked up this job.” You say. 

“By Konni?” Gaz asks, you nod. You hear Ghost sigh then mutter under his breath. 

“In your opinion, how bad is he?” Ghost asks, taking another step towards you, you hold your ground. 

“I don’t know. Moving him is risky, but there is no way to tell if the bullet is doing any damage internally. I couldn’t say without scans. There’s probably an x-ray at the vets.” You explain. “It’s 50/50 either way.” 

“And you know how to use one?” The mohawk guy asks, raising en eyebrow. 

“I-I could figure it out, I spent one summer shadowing a radiologist.” You explain. It’s a long shot, but right now it's about keeping yourself alive. As long as you’re useful you’re safe.

There are collective sighs around the room, glaces and nods of heads. Ghost lowers his weapon taking another step towards you. He opens his mouth about to speak when a groan from behind you stops him. 

You turn to see the man on the couch trying to sit himself up. Gaz rushes past you and you take a step back giving him room. 

“Price, don’t move. You’re okay.” He says. Price so that's the name of the man on the sofa. His eyes blink open and he looks around, you can feel Ghost behind you, the barrel of his weapon digging into your back. 

A gentle reminder they don’t trust you.

“Where are we?” Price groans, it’s barely words, you almost miss what he says.

“Urzikstan, ULF safehouse just across the border.” Gaz explains. They came from Russia, what were they doing in Russia?

“Shit, what happened?” Gaz is keeping him pressed down, his hand stroking his arm. 

“Convoy was ambushed, we had no choice.” 

“Alex?” Price asks.

“MIA, we lost track of him when you got shot. I made the order to fall back.” Ghost says but you can hear the strain in his voice. 

“Shit.” 

“It’s okay cap, we’ll find him.” So there are more people with them. Someone called Alex, and they’re missing. They had a convoy, most likely for the ULF. 

“Who’s she?” Price asks his gaze landing on you. You smile at him. 

“That’s a long story.” Gaz says.

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[yanmuffins]

asks 2.

context.

here are some more asks i'm replying to in a bulk about phineas and ferb reader!!

my favorite part in dc. vs vampires is when reader comes together with damian and damian to build a silly machine that un-vampifies people in like half a day so they can defeat the vampire king. it is canon.

@amethystjellyfish

perry really is reader's number #1 stan. they're his family, reader's had him since he was a small platypus baby!

he does his best to keep reader safe, which is why he doesn't like the batfam much. he keeps it professional on the rare occasions they go on missions together, but that's it. he hates how dismissive of reader they are in the beginning, and he hates them later on when they star showering them with attention because they found out about their inventions.

not tired, anon! i love seeing people enjoy my concepts and interact with them!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

and i'm sure this has happened. more than once, actually. the power of coincidence is strong with reader. the life-saving laser beam comes from a situation involving reader's latest machine they built and tested with the help of jon.

unfortunately, one of his lasers richochets on the machine during testing, not only causing it to save batfamily's life, caught in a dangerous situation in a completely different location, but also destroys the machine so there's nothing to link it to reader.

ah, well. they'll just have to keep looking.

reader, seeing them run past her: oh! there's perry :)

i love how we have established tim is terrified of this platypus. nevermind the other pets in the manor, it's the platypus with its googly eyes that drives him insane. they don't get it, he got up to drink water at 3 a.m. and the thing was just there, looking at him. menacingly.

jason would though. meanwhile, perry is wishing he could just go back to metropolis. he didn't have to deal with reader's siblings in metropolis. he doesn't get enough hazard pay for this.

hm... good question!

i like to think that, much like with phineas and ferb, luck is on reader's side most of the time, so i don't see reader getting injured by their own inventions.

but, let's suppose they do: it's a nice sunday afternoon, the batfam has decided to gather around the living room and hang out, watch a movie, lots of popcorn and soda. they don't have to think about criminals or fighting, tim and damian are bickering, jason is around, peace reigns the manor.

until they hear an explosion. they run to the garage only to find reader on the floor, unconscious, bleeding, and an assortment of destroyed metal components to a machine they can't decipher. damian doesn't even feel good about reader finally being busted.

later, when reader is back home, awake and out of risk but with a bandage around their head and their leg in a cast, they're in for the biggest (and probably first) scolding of their entire lives. reader tries to play it off. it wasn't that big of a deal, they're fine, aren't they? and they're genuinely optimistic about it. but the entire family is talking over each other at first, until bruce signals for everyone to shut up and leave the room. he has a very serious talk with reader, and makes it very clear they're not to come near a toolbox ever again.

but he understands. it's partly his fault for not being attentive. he won't make that mistake again.

ofc reader is really upset. dick comes next, then stephanie, then cass, then duke, then barbara and they all try to convince reader in a much more amiable tone that hey, it's fine. who needs to do all that whacky stuff to have fun? just hang out with us. they can get another hobby, and this time they can make it a family thing! how's that sound? not fun? don't be like that... they're sure reader will come around.

tim is pretty much the only one who congratulates them for being awesome pulling all those stunts, one per day, it's impressive. but now it's time to step back a bit. who knows? try being careful and bruce will let you work with a welding tool again. one day. maybe.

damian and jason's reactions are more similar to bruce's. in other circumstances, damian is on reader's side and helps them sneak around to continue their shenanigans, but in the case of reader getting hurt he just wants them to not do that. any of that. ever again. and jason has to hold himself back not to snap and ask them what the hell were they thinking?! they could have died! he ends up just telling them to quit it. they're just a kid who shouldn't be messing around with that sort of stuff.

anon, i wouldn't go as far as say he'd use venom against them, but he's bit batfam before. as stated, he does not dig their vibe at all!

anon, that's a great idea! though i think p&f! reader is much too motivated by the creative process and experience that their inventions bring more than just willing them to come to life.

they have the power to create whatever they want, but what's the fun of it? what about hte process? the building? the friends they make along the way? the memories? i think reader would find the ring awesome at first, but the novelty would wear of in less than a week.

anon...

because i dig the idea of reader being friends with dipper and mabel. reader talks about their crazy inventions, and loves hearing about all the cryptids they came across during vacation.

reader invites the twins to the manor, they share their most recent summer memories. reader talks about that one time they built and drove a massive monster truck with their brother damian, but jason only comes into the room in time to hear about dipper and mable talk about the weirdmaggedon. he has several question marks around his head. aren't those kids a a little too old to be making shit up? or maybe... no, there's no way. or is there? no... he would have heard about this... but weirder things have happened. but what if...

@randomlyappearingartist

you are so right. to be honest, i don't even think the batfam would even know of his existence, since he's pretty much a very minor villain acting in metropolis. after perry joins the league, or in the rare occasion of dr. doof teaming up with another minor gotham villian like condiment man, is when they get to know he exists.

and since perry seems to have him under control, they don't even acknowledge the guy.

i love love love this sm!

they assume it's just flash mobs. it's got to be. flash mobs with really weird themes, like an entire musical number dedicated to the squirrels in damian's pants. that was strange. bruce patrolling in the middle of the night and this new crime lord just burst into a song with a band and hired back dancers, because it's apparently a new trend a minor villain in metropolis started.

and what about that one time dick took damian (and reader) to the library and some guy just started singing about how he doesn't have rhythm? and damian just started playing a trumpet? and reader started singing? i mean, it was a bop and he started dancing, but it was weird anyway.

but now i'm thinking of damian and reader singing the "summer" song together (he sings the "it's noticeably warmer" and that's it) though! wholesome.

@lazyandannoyng

not annoying at all! you're good ⸜(˙꒳​˙ )

i have this little idea in my head that reader doesn't take the wayne name when find out bruce is their dad and move to gotham, and bruce is pretty secretive about this new kid of his for purely privacy and safety reasons. so when reader does their networking, it's often not obvious they're a wayne. not sure if this will make it into the fic, but it really resonates with this concept!

it's also funny to think that a lot of people don't even know reader and the waynes are related. even if they do know reader is related to the batfam, nobody really talks about them by name (just "your sibling"), and all of those little details like never asking about where the gloves came from (because why would he) or the misunderstandings where one party means one thing and the other assumes it's another (dick has many siblings! too many!) just end up helping reader not get caught. and i just think that's neat.

[celuere]

The people yearn for Zani. I‘m giving them Zani. (With the help of @shalomniscient brainfood)

A quiet afternoon. Uncommon for Rinascita‘s lively streets. Perhaps it was just the scolding summer sun that forced the people to stay inside rather than spend their time in the almost deadly heat. Summers in Ragunna City always came to an extreme with temperatures so ridiculously high that even criminal rates start to drop. Which ultimately led to a rather scarce customer experience in your workshop. The telephone rang all noon with people canceling their appointments left and right to avoid a potential sunburn or worse- a heatstroke at all costs. If it weren‘t for one person.

„What are you always doing with my precious babies…“, another screw dropped onto the table along with a piece of your heart as you carefully analyzed the gauntlets of your client. Zani‘s gauntlets to be more precise. The trusted Montelli Employee comes in at least once a month only for you to put everything back together so she can pay you another visit on the very same weekend. Sometimes you‘d just love to do whatever she’s doing to your precious craftsmanship right back to her.

Said woman was sat opposite of you, her coat draped over the chair she was sitting on with a loosened tie around her neck and the first few buttons of her dress shirt undone to counter this excruciating heat despite the ventilator-echo already blasting on the highest level. „This time they malfunctioned all on their own… I was…“, beating a group of robbers within an inch of their lives, „…going through my usual training routine when the clockwork came loose. I‘m sorry…“, the apology that followed was genuine. Zani knew just how much work and time you were investing in your job and that coming in unannounced almost every time fucked up your schedule for the whole day, but it couldn’t be helped. Working for the Montelli‘s came with a ridiculous amount of overtime, let‘s not even mention the… charity work she submits herself to even after clocking out way past midnight. So she appreciated your service way more than she may shows. Here she can at least relax and not think about how much hours she will have to add to her work shift tonight. The thought alone about the hints they‘ve recently received from their intelligence network about a possible heist was enough to send her into a bad mood. But not here. Not when she got to watch your experienced hands tinker with the gears of her gauntlet while she could hear the ocean waves rush through the opened window next to her. It brought her a rare moment of calm and sometimes she caught herself imagining what it would be like to pay with you with something else other than shell credits.

But that was probably just the heat messing with her.

„Alright, the damage doesn’t seem so bad as I originally thought it was but I’ll have to get some additional equipment to get the clockwork fixed before I can calibrate the system again. I‘ll be right back.“, you tried overplaying your visible frustration with her through a smile but it was as clear as daylight that you were fed up, which only further added to Zani‘s pool of guilty feelings. The woman only gave you an understanding nod before you scurried into the back where the first thing you let out after the heavy door closed was a long string of curses and insults as you gathered all the needed stuff for the repairs.

Just what was she doing that she punched her gears to garbage at least once every week because it certainly wasn’t training. You were not stupid. You designed and installed a large variety of weapons for all kinds of working purposes and you knew from experience she must be doing a bit more than just „go through her workout routine“ and the fact that she won’t tell you was slowly causing you to loose hairs. The gauntlets are obviously not calibrated nor stabilized enough for whatever hard work she is sentencing herself to but this time you will take matters into your own hands and fix the issue yourself.

A white-haired head moved towards you when you came back through the door. You always thought what it was like to touch those devilish horns decorating her. Where they sensitive? Does she like it when someone touches them? What’s their origin? But you knew better than trying to indulge in a clients personal life like that. It‘s just that Zani managed to capture your interest already at the first meeting. The time where you first designed her gauntlets. She didn’t change much since then. Only seemed to get… more mature and wiser with each passing year. The woman has always been the workaholic type.

Stand up. Go to work. Get out of work. Go to sleep. Repeat. And occasionally serve you her weapons for repairs. You were as much of a part of her routine as the make-up on her face. And somehow Zani didn’t want to miss that.

„The clockwork will probably take me another three days since I have to replace some parts which I first of all have to order first but I can just take that part out, calibrate the gauntlets and you’re good to go until I’m done with that damn clock…“, your voice was reduced to a soft whisper as you carefully began to loosen up the last screws that’s been holding it in place.

„You are an angel… What would I possibly do without you?“, a teasing smile tugged on her lips as she let you do your job. For someone of her appearance to call you angel out of all things… Why is your heart suddenly beating so fast?

„Stop trying to get on my good side here, I’m still mad at you…“,

„I can see that blush on your face, pretty girl“

„That‘s just from… all the heat…“

[les4elliewilliams]

If you don’t mind can you please do Ellie x black reader who takes her to the hair store?

IMSOSOSOSORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT HERE IT IS :3 i added a little extra because its such a cute idea and we all need to touch grass and more ellie fluff sooo!! (sorry if its shit :p)

◌ warnings... none??? cutie patootie gaymer ellie, that's it, that's the warning.

౨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ellie x black reader .ᐟ

Ellie loves your hair. Like, she’s obsessed with it. But just because she’s your girlfriend of four years doesn’t mean she’s allowed to touch it. No matter what you two are doing. Kissing? You had to swat her hand away as she sneakily tried to tangle her slender fingers in your coiled hair. Going down on her? You’d push her hand away before she could even think about ruining the curls you spent hours perfecting the day before.

When you first started dating, she took you to the store after your car broke down. You’d desperately begged her to take you—not that you really had to beg—Ellie loved spending time with you.

Barely two minutes in the store, and you were already out of sight.

“Okay, babe, what did you say we—” the auburnette started, but when she looked around, she realized you were no longer by her side. After wandering around like a lost soul for a few minutes, she finally found you scanning the shelves for your favorite products.

“There you are.”

“Needed to get conditioner, and—” Your eyes darted across the aisle, searching for that one product in particular.

“Alright, do your thing. I’m gonna take a look around.” she walked off, running her fingers along the shelves, touching everything she saw. It got to the point where even the cashier started eyeing her like she was about to steal something—redhead behavior.

When it was your turn to search for her lost ass, you surprisingly found her by the hair products as well—maybe it was your dedication to hair care that made her want to try something new with hers and take better care of it.

“El, you done?” Her head snapped up immediately, and she put the bottle down but kept the other one lazily trapped under her arm.

She glanced at the shampoo she’d chosen, then back at you. “Yeah, I’m done.”

You stood there, barely managing to keep all the products you’d gathered from falling—you didn't know why you hadn’t grabbed a basket, it would’ve made your life so much easier—and then there was her, standing there with a 2-in-1 shampoo...

Despite you being the one with way more in your arms, Ellie still insisted on paying for everything. She's a gentleman like that.

You’d been educating Ellie on your hair ever since you first started dating, and she even watched videos to help you out whenever you stood in front of the mirror, cussing everything out because your stubborn curls simply decided not to cooperate that day.

She even went out of her way to do her research on which shampoo, conditioner, oil, and styling products were best. She bought them for you and kept them in her bathroom for whenever you stayed over and had to wash your hair. She wanted to have everything you needed. From hair care products to basic skincare stuff—and by that, I mean makeup remover. The first few times you spent the night there, you nearly ripped your hair out when she told you she had no makeup remover. Not even a fucking cleanser, just regular soap. Your only options were to use baby wipes or wash your face until the soap melted off your lash glue and mascara. It was pure torture.

But she got better, luckily.

Face cleansers, La Roche-Posay moisturizers, hair products, body lotions—Ellie practically spent a fortune on it all. And it was all for you because she loved you that much.

The first time you found all this stuff at her place, you lost it. Your brain jumped straight to one conclusion: she was cheating on you. Cause why the fuck would Ellie Williams own all this stuff? She never had before, so where was it coming from?

You went off on her immediately, accusing her of having other hoes while she was playing a game with Jesse—who heard everything.

She had to quit mid-game and pull up her Amazon orders to calm you down. Drama queen much? Ellie liked ’em a little crazy, as she always said, so she didn’t mind.

Recently you’d seen this salon on TikTok that looked like the go-to place for curly hair. The videos were mostly about girls with different curl patterns, textures, and lengths—basically a curly hair paradise.

Only one little problem… it was two hours away from where you lived. Eventually, your sweet girlfriend got tired of your constant yapping about it and decided to do something about it.

The salon wasn’t just far—it was popular, too. People came from all over to get their hair done, just like you were about to. Ellie, being the amazing girlfriend she is, somehow managed to book you an appointment that fit into your ridiculously busy schedule.

Between one game and another, the auburnette kept her phone on her black desk, just within reach. Every time she finished a round of COD, she’d check her phone, obsessively refreshing the booking page over and over. This went on for a whole week before she finally snagged you an appointment.

And that wasn’t all—she drove you there, two and a half hours round trip. By the time you got there, her ass was so sore she couldn’t even sit in the waiting area. Instead, she restlessly stood the whole time, sipping on a juice box one of the hairstylists handed her after hearing how far she’d driven to surprise you.

She stood there like a nosy toddler the entire time, either munching on something or hovering close enough that you could see her reflection in the mirror.

And honestly? She was more anxious about your hair than you had ever been in your life.

“Don’t cut it.”

“No, no—dude, that’s too much!”

“You sure that won’t damage her hair?”

Your poor hairstylist was about this close to losing it with her. But when your hair was done, Ellie just stood there, staring at you with wide eyes, totally speechless and blushing like the awkward loser she was.

Of course, she ended up paying for it—after putting up a bit of a fight.

“How much is it?” she asked the girl behind the counter, both of you already reaching for your wallets.

“$280.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m paying,” Ellie said, her voice firm as she shot you the look.

“Ellie, just wait outside,” you rolled your eyes, trying to brush her off, quickly pulling out your wallet. But she was faster—nearly slamming her card down on the marble counter.

“No, you wait outside,” she echoed your words back at you, swiping her card while the girl at the counter giggled at her antics.

“Fine.” 

[munsonsmixtapes]

Mama

Evan “Buck” Buckley x shy!probie!reader

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this is the last part of this series! I have had so much fun writing it and honestly never expected it to get as much attention as it did. This has been one of my favorite things to write and I’m glad you all enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!

Special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name who helped me out with this!

cw: mention of pregnancy

Buck is pacing back and forth in his kitchen as the front door opens. He races towards it and pulls his sister inside as she looks at him with nothing but concern. Once the door is closed, she barely has enough time to set her stuff by the door before Buck is pulling her into the kitchen. He places her by the island, a wide smile on his face that she can’t help but match.

“Buck, what’s going on?” She asks, honestly kind of annoyed because all he said on the phone was to come over and then he hung up. It seemed like an emergency so instead of going home after work, she raced over to his apartment to make sure he was okay.

Buck says nothing and just sets a velvet ring box onto the island and Maddie can’t help but let out a gasp. And she knows it’s dramatic, but she can’t help but tear up at the thought of Buck finally settling down with someone.

He’s been thinking about this for a while and after having the ring for months, he’s finally going to pop the question and couldn’t be more excited about it. He’s not nervous at all which is surprising to him. He just knows that you’re going to say yes and he can’t wait to put the ring on your finger before kissing you stupid.

And in her eyes, you’re the perfect person for him. You bring out a side of him that she’d never seen before. He let his guard down for you and Maddie knows exactly how big that was for him. He’s been burned so many times in the relationship department that she was actually surprised seeing that you were still together at Bobby’s birthday party months later.

When he talks about you, it’s so different from his other partners. He’s always so full of life and no one seems to care that you’re the only thing he seems to talk about. They’re all just happy that he finally found someone who can see just how special he is.

“A ring?” She asks, bringing her hands to her mouth. “Can I see it?” Buck opens the box with a wide smile and Maddie picks it up, turning it this way and that to see it sparkle in the sunlight that’s seeping through the windows. “She’s gonna love it.” She sets it back onto the island. “When are you going to do it?”

“Tonight when she gets home from having drinks with Hen and Karen.” Buck is grinning from ear to ear and she has to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks. She just pulls him into a tight hug, not able to help the happy tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m so happy for you. You finally found your person.” Buck’s also tearing up now but Maddie is quick to wipe away his tears as they fall.

“I did,” he replies and Maddie doesn’t think there’s anyone else who’d be better for him and she’s so excited to be able to call you her sister. She’s so happy that she can’t stand it.

“I hate to cut this short, but I promised Chim I’d pick up dinner on the way home. Call me after, okay? I’ll be up late.” She wipes some of her own tears away as she gathers her stuff and heads out the door, leaving Buck alone with his ring and the lasagna in the oven.

The bar is packed as you sit at a table with Hen and Karen. They’re yapping away as you get so deep in thought that you’re not even paying attention. You know you need to tell Buck the truth but aren’t even sure how. You’re planning on telling Hen and Karen first to have at least told someone, but it’s like the words won’t come out. You’re hoping that the water that you’ve ordered is enough of an announcement, but it’s seemingly not because neither of them seem to bat an eye as you sip on it.

They’re both too preoccupied, trying to stall you while Buck finishes up dinner. Hen is very good at keeping secrets, but Karen not so much. She’s horrible at withholding information, wanting to tell people news as soon as she hears it, but with Hen there, she’s less likely to do so. So they’re both trying their best to not behave weirdly as you tell them about your most recent call.

“Can I tell you guys something?” You interrupt your own story, no longer able to keep it in. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to hide your smile.

“Anything,” they reply in unison and you take a deep breath before just blurting it out, needing to get this big secret off of your chest.

This has been something you’ve been hiding for weeks and now that you’re about to tell them something that’s so life-altering but you couldn’t be more excited about it.

You had to take a few tests to be sure, but you couldn’t have been more excited. This is something that you’ve always wanted, a little family of your own. It’s been so easy to imagine, the cute little house with the picket fence and the kids and the dog you’re inevitably going to have running around the yard while you and Buck sit on the front porch, wondering how you got that lucky.

“I’m pregnant.” Both Hen and Karen fall silent, their mouths falling open at your revelation. This isn’t at all what they were expecting to hear, but they’re happy nonetheless seeing the wide grin on your face.

“Oh my gosh, y/n, that’s amazing!” Hen replies, standing from her chair and rounding the table to engulf you in a hug, Karen following closely behind.

You feel so loved here at this moment, soaking in the affection that is being poured out by your friends. The three of you are crying nothing but happy tears as they sit back down, all of you wiping them away with the napkins that are in the dispenser on the table.

“Does Buck know?” Karen asks and Hen just laughs.

“If Buck knew, he’d be telling everyone he makes eye contact with. Not only would we know, but every single person at the calls we respond to.”

“Did you know that my fiancé is pregnant?” Karen tries her best to mimic Buck and her eyes widen when she realizes what she’s just said. She shares a glance with her wife and the two of them are in a panic, trying their best to fix the mess that’s just been caused.

“Fiancé? What are you guys talking about?” You take a sip from your water and the two of them whisper back and forth to try to drive whether they should tell you or not. “If this is about the ring, then I already know.”

You hadn’t meant to find it. You were doing his laundry because it was piling up and he seemed stressed out by it. You were just putting his t-shirt away and it wasn’t even hidden that well, wedged between two of the piles of neatly folded shirts, the blue velvet very obvious against all of the other colors. You were too scared to open it to confirm and after you found out you were pregnant, it was quickly forgotten.

Their heads snap to you and you can visibly see them begin to calm down. They fully turn to face you again and you just cross your arms over your chest as you wait for them to speak.

Neither of them are surprised that you know and are honestly shocked that Buck didn’t propose early with how excited he was for the whole thing. Always behaving like a golden retriever who’s excited to show his owner the stick that he found.

“I found it in his dresser when I was putting away laundry.” You watch them both roll their eyes and can’t help but laugh at that.

“Of course he would hide it there,” Karen mutters.

“Can’t trust men to do anything,” Hen adds. “You haven’t told him?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Work has been crazy and with all of the things going on with my pregnancy, I completely forgot. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for him anyway.”

“I completely understand,” Hen nods. “He was so excited when he came up with this plan, y/n. You would have thought he was a kid on Christmas morning. He’s going to be over the moon when you tell him the news.”

“Always a golden retriever, that one,” Karen shakes her head. “Well, we are genuinely happy for you and I know that everyone will be looking forward to you being a permanent member of the 118.”

They rest their hands on top of yours and none of you are able to stop the tears from falling at the very happy news that you’ve just shared. You feel nothing but loved having them and the rest of your little family in your life. They let you in with no questions asked and you can’t imagine your life without them. You suppose now that you don’t have to.

-

The kitchen is now covered in the spray from the fire extinguisher. Dinner is ruined and Buck is panicking because you’re going to be home any second. He has man this exact dish a million times and of course the one time he needs it to be perfect, it came out burnt.

He’s got nothing now and he assumes you’re starving so he’s scrambling, trying to get something delivered before you get there and it seems like pizza is the only option. He puts in an order at your favorite place before cleaning up the giant mess, muttering to himself the entire time.

Buck is so engrossed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t even hear you come in. The door slams shut and he’s still scrubbing the last bits of the lasagna out of the dish before he puts it in the dishwasher.

You can’t help but smile at how adorable he looks with his apron and gloves as he washes the rest of the dishes in the sink. You set your purse on the counter and head into the kitchen, standing behind him as you wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his back.

He lets out a chuckle and removes the gloves before turning around and wrapping his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

“I missed you,” you tell him, pecking his lips and his heart warms at the feeling of your lips against his. It’s something he’ll never get tired of. And to think, he’s going to be able to kiss you whenever he wants for the rest of his life.

“I missed you too. I have something to tell you, though.” His cheeks are turning pink and it’s taking everything in you not to pinch them.

“You burnt dinner.” His eyes widen at your words, so surprised because he thought he hid it well.

“How did you know?” He asks, genuinely amazed at how you found out.

“I could smell it in the hallway, baby. It’s not exactly easy to hide no matter how much febreze you use.” You kiss him again then turn on your heel, wondering how you should tell him the news. You think it’s only fair to let him propose first. You wouldn’t want to steal his thunder, after all.

Buck takes off his apron just as there’s a knock on the door and he’s quick to answer it, grabbing the pizzas from the delivery driver and carrying them over to the table where you’re already sitting.

You eat out of the box and you don’t even seem upset about dinner being ruined. Buck should have known that he was the one who cared. All you ever seem to care about is wanting to spend time with him. What you’re eating never seems to matter.

“How was it with Hen and Karen?” He asks, trying to get his mind off of how suddenly nervous he is. He really hopes you haven’t noticed that he’s sweating bullets.

“Just lovely,” you reply. “We’ll have to invite Maddie next time. I’m sure she’d love that.”

“I’m sure she would,” he smiles, his heart swelling at the fact that you’d want to include his sister. The two of you have gotten close since your relationship with Buck has gotten more serious and he loves how well you get along, almost like she’s your own sister.

“Are you okay?” You ask, your hand resting on top of his. “You’ve been acting weird since I got home.” You know it’s cruel to point it out when you know why he’s being weird, but you just can’t help it. You know he’ll feel so much better when he finally pops the question.

“Well,” he says, his hand reaching into his pocket. He completely abandons his slice then drops onto one knee, opening the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. He watches you tear up and he can’t help but mimic you. “I know we haven’t been together long, but I just cannot imagine my life without you in it. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and would love nothing more than for you to be my wife.”

“I’d love to be your wife,” you tell him through your tears as you join him on the floor. He puts the ring on your finger before peppering your face in kisses. It’s the perfect moment and he has no idea why he was so nervous.

“I have something to tell you,” you whisper. He gives you his full attention, his eyes staring into yours and your hearts pounding once again as you try to get the words out. “I’m pregnant.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s on both knees, even more tears falling from his eyes as he pulls you into his arms, telling you that he loves you over and over again.

“A baby?” He asks when he pulls away, letting you wipe away his tears with the pads of your thumbs.

“A baby,” you nod. “You’re going to be a dad.” Those are the words Buck has wanted to hear his whole life. He just didn’t think it was possible with all of his relationship troubles. But you came in and gave him everything he wanted and he couldn’t be more grateful to have you in his life.

“And you’re going to be a mama,” he replies and then you both grimace at the name before letting out laughs. This is everything you wanted, everything you dreamed of and you get to do it all with the person who you initially thought hated your guts. It’s funny how life works that way. But now you can’t even imagine your life with him and now you don’t have to. He’s going to be yours forever and you can’t wait to start the next chapter with him.

part one part two part three part four part five

[spr1ngpvrinbunny]

Do you think that Harley Sawyer is the type to initiate things when he's (romantically) interested in somebody? Like, is he capable of falling first or would the one interested in him need to do all of that stuff first?

If he actually did start things how do you think that would go?

Oh, this is a fascinating question because Harley Sawyer is not the type to approach romance like a normal person.

Would He Fall First?

It’s possible, but he wouldn’t recognize it—or at least, not immediately.

Harley is a man of logic, control, and precision. Emotions? Messy. Love? Even messier. If he does develop feelings, his first instinct isn’t to acknowledge them—it’s to analyze them, compartmentalize them, maybe even outright reject them.

“This is nothing but an anomalous reaction to repeated exposure.”

“It’s a distraction. Unnecessary.”

“This will not affect my work.” (Lies.)

But despite himself, he’d still find himself doing things that don’t make sense for a man who doesn’t care.

Noticing small things—the way you hold a pen, how you tap your fingers when you're thinking, the slight cadence of your voice when you're tired.

Paying attention to details—what kind of coffee you like, what habits you have, how you react to different things. (Not because he cares, of course. Just… data gathering.)

Adjusting his behavior—without realizing it. Standing a fraction closer when he normally wouldn’t. Pausing in conversation just a little longer than necessary. Choosing to listen rather than dismiss something outright.

So yes, he could fall first. But he would fight it every step of the way and probably wouldn’t realize what was happening until it was way too late.

Would He Initiate?

This depends. If Harley did recognize that he wanted something more, his version of “initiation” would be incredibly awkward, entirely clinical, and vaguely ominous.

He wouldn’t do anything traditionally romantic. No flowers, no obvious flirting. Instead, it’d be weirdly methodical—offering small but significant gestures under the guise of practicality.

“You’re inefficient when you’re sleep-deprived. Take this.” (Hands you a coffee exactly how you like it.)

“Your lab coat is insufficient. Wear this instead.” (It’s his.)

“Your methodology was flawed. I’ve corrected it.” (Totally not an excuse to be in your space longer than necessary.)

He might even try to test the waters in the most Harley way possible—by deliberately provoking a reaction just to see how you respond.

Standing a little too close and watching.

Saying something laced with meaning just to see if you catch it.

Acting as if nothing has changed—even when it clearly has.

And if you don’t react the way he expects? If you return that interest? That’s when he starts to unravel.

How Would It Go If He Actually Started Things?

Probably like a science experiment gone wrong—full of denial, internal conflict, and a gradual but undeniable loss of control.

Stage 1 – Denial: “This is nothing.”

He rationalizes every single action. He’s not interested, he’s just observing.

Avoids acknowledging his own behavior, even when it’s obvious.

Stage 2 – Frustration: “Why is this still happening?”

He starts to resent the way his thoughts drift toward you.

Gets irrationally annoyed when you distract him (even though you’re not doing anything).

Snaps more often, only to immediately regret it.

Stage 3 – Testing: “If I push, will they pull?”

This is when he prods, provokes, and watches.

He’s still trying to control the situation, to control himself, but it’s slipping.

Stage 4 – Breaking Point: “…Oh.”

The moment he realizes it—when he finally stops rationalizing and accepts it.

And from there? One of two things happens:

He runs from it, burying it down and pretending it never existed.

He leans into it—not gently, not gracefully, but intentionally.

If he does initiate, it won’t be in a way that’s grand or obvious. It’ll be subtle, deliberate, and laced with underlying intensity. Not because he’s trying to be romantic, but because he doesn’t know how to be.

And that? That’s what makes it all the more fascinating.

[maxlarens]

lando + bandaging/stitching up an injury :)))) i love love love your writing!!!!!

i think about his nose scar a lot. i know he’s told some details about what happened but i’m throwing most of that out the window for fic purposes. also thank you🥰

tw blood, mild descriptions of a wound

You’re on the way back with drinks for you, Lando and another friend when there’s suddenly a commotion coming from the direction you’re headed. Glass shattering, someone that sounds a lot like Lando swearing loudly. The moment you hear it you’d really like to rush over there— but it’s a bit difficult with three full pint glasses held in your hands.

You charge through the crowd, elbowing and shoving as much as you can without spilling your drinks— you find Lando with his hand clutched over his nose, blood running through his fingers, down his wrist. There’s a loose gathering of people around him but you’re barely paying attention to them. You put the pint glasses down on the nearest table and shove through to Lando, indiscriminate of who you’re forcing out of your way.

“Lan,” you put a hand on his shoulder, a hand gently on his elbow, “Lan, what happened?”

He says something you can’t understand. There’s music, chatter, and a person you’re not particularly fond of is trying to take charge of the situation. Saying irrelevant things to people, directing them places and then trying to pull you away from Lando. Suddenly they’ve got a hand tugging on your elbow, saying,

“Dude, give him space, give him space.”

Then they’re shoving dirty bar napkins into Lando’s unoccupied hand and you’ve had fucking enough.

“Give me one sec, Lan,” you pat him gently on the shoulder and then whirl around to face the source of your ire, “First of all, do not touch me,”

Their hand slips from your elbow immediately as they reel back a few steps, something shocked passing across their face.

“Second,” you bite, “If you want to do something actually useful, go to the bar, ask for the first aid kit and bring it to me right now. Can you do that?”

They blink, half-stutter, “Yeah, yeah, okay. Done.”

You’re glad to see them turn tail and push through the crowd. You sigh, ask another friend to “please tell Martin about Lando. He’s over on the decks,” and then tell everyone else they need to back off unless you ask for help. You turn your attention back to Lando, grateful for your experience wrangling teenagers which is apparently a lot like wrangling drunk adults around an accident.

“Sorry,” you sigh, hands back on him, “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Er, my glass broke.”

“Your glass broke?”, you repeat, and then, “Lan, babe, can you move your hand please?”

“Mm. I dunno.”

“Sweetheart,” you say, the pet names you try not to use for him slipping out of your mouth with alarming frequency, “C’mon.”

Someone stuffs a wad of apparently clean napkins into your hand and then the first aid kit you’d asked for is on the table next to you. You unzip it, flipping it open and gathering supplies as Lando finally musters the courage to move his hand from the injury.

“It’s bad,” he says matter-of-factly, now fixated on the blood trailing down his arm, “It feels bad.”

“I’ll look,” you sigh, shuffling your high-stool closer to him so your thighs are touching, “Don’t freak out.”

You can hear him, breathing a little ragged with nerves. His unbloodied arm grabs at your jumper, clutches there. You lean into him, using a napkin to dab at the blood spilling down his nose. It’s not that bad— or it’s not bleeding profusely anymore. You don’t see any glass, just a two-centimetre wide gash on the bridge of his nose.

“Lan,” you say, reaching for a cotton ball to press there, guiding his hand to hold it, “Lando. It’s fine.”

He scrunches his nose, winces when it hurts, “Are you sure?”

You nod, grabbing napkins to wipe up his arm which you meant for him to attend to, “Promise. It’s not deep. Just need to wait for the bleeding to slow down a bit.”

You wipe blood off the tan skin of his forearm, but it’s dried a bit so you’re more just smearing it around. You manage what you can, leave the rest for later.

“Okay,” Lando says finally, sounding a little less shaky now, a little more reassured by you.

You cant help but smile to yourself as you move Lando’s other hand and the now red cotton ball. You pour a bit of saline on the cut and you’re pleased to spot no glass residue. And to find that it’s not too deep— it’s a sizeable gash but it hasn’t done anything scary like hit bone and it’s not bleeding much now. It seems to have just scraped a good layer of skin off.

You lean back and level Lando with a look. He returns the look with apparent apprehension, mouth curled into a frown, green eyes wide with worry.

“What?”, he asks.

“I’ve gotta put antiseptic on it, bub.”

He groans, grits his teeth and tips his head back instead of wincing.

“Okay,” still through gritted teeth, “Do it.”

You ready a cotton swab with a good glug of antiseptic on it. Moving again to loom over Lando. You steady his head with your fingers on his chin, not gripping hard but enough to remind him to stay still.

“Y’know,” you say, going for it right away with the cotton ball— he hisses through his teeth, a prolonged thing, “This’ll leave a scar.”

“Ugh,” he groans, less at what you’re saying, more at the way you’re covering his entire nose in antiseptic, “Girls like that don’t they?”

You shrug, letting the antiseptic dry, letting the sting subside. You ready a bandaid— they’re Disney Princess themed, thrown in there with the standard first aid kit bandaids. You’ve made an executive decision that he needs to have Princess Aurora plastered across his nose for the rest of the day.

“I guess,” you answer, imagining Lando’s nose with a permanent mark on it, “It’s cute. Quirky.”

“You think?”, he looks at you expectantly.

You snort, peeling the bandaid from its wrapping, “I have no idea, Lan. Maybe it’ll be horrific.”

He makes an offended noise, shaking his head as you tip forward to press the Aurora bandaid across his nose. You smooth it down on both sides just as Martin materialises from the crowd, carrying new drinks for the three of you. Condensation rolling down the sides of the beer glasses.

“Ah, mate,” Lando admonishes, reaching around you to take a beer, “You didn’t have to stop the set for me.”

Martin shrugs, “Eh,” he practically forces a beer into your hand, eyes shining with something that’s maybe a little mischievous, “It’s no worries. But, you clearly have someone taking care of you.”

He winks slyly at you— you feel the urge to punch him bubble up in your chest. You take a gulp of your drink to stymie the feeling, try to step away from Lando.

Lando grabs you. His arm going around your shoulder as he slips off his stool, pulling you to him. You knock your shoulder into his, bounce back and try not to press into his side.

“You don’t mean that,” Lando says later— once Martin has been filled in, you’ve been told the sequence of events leading up to the cut, and you’re another beer deep.

“Huh,” you raise an eyebrow, your mouth on the straw of your tequila apple juice, “Whaddya mean?”

“That it’ll look horrific?”

You sigh, giggle a bit, “No, Lan. Course not.”

“You think girls will like it?”, he’s smirking a little, pleased at the idea, then, hands on your shoulders, “Would you like it? You’re a girl.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the thing in your gut, “Well, babe. It’s covered by a princess bandaid right now, but sure, yeah— it’ll be cute. Hot even.”

He smushes you to his chest without warning and if his smile stretches even wider for it then so what.

✨lets discuss: best friend!reader using so many pet names when lando needs reassurance because its her internal dialogue that she usually has the presence of mind to filter out— but when she’s taking care of him she’s not bothered to focus on cutting them because her only priority is lando😁😁😁 on that note best friend!reader would be a total wreck if lando got in an accident on track 😋

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