#the house feels so silent without your cute little noises walking/running around or drinking water or the random guinea pig noises you used

[kyoohyeon]

[lilosaur]

your writing made my heart goes soft and mushy 🥺❤❤ is it alright to request the boys (shinichiro, haitani brothers and mitsuya) with a s/o with heighten senses (smell and hearing) in compensate for their blindness?? 👀

Thank you and Yes here you go! So I did headcanons for this, but Lmk if u wanted scenarios 🤎

༉‧₊˚✧ With a Blind s/o w/ Heightened Sense's ༊*·˚

⟶ ticket no. 10 ɞ

w/ Sano Shinichiro | Haitani Rindou | Haitani Ran | Mitsuya Takashi

Warnings - mentions of violence (kinda)

ʚ Sano Shinichiro ɞ

He’s so sweet with you, if you ever need help with getting anything he always grabs it and bring sit to you :))

He’s always telling you how pretty you look even if you think your looking bad one day he’ll make sure you absolutely know how beautiful you look.

Before he kisses you like on the cheek he’ll poke you where he’s about to kiss so you can expect it, but sometimes he uses this against you and goes in without warning and it always makes so so flustered he loves it.

He likes to hold you hand a lot because your hand is so soft and warm, he also uses this to help lead you when your out in public.

With your heightened hearing Shin has to cover your ears sometimes in loud crowds, he first found out about your heightened sense when you spoiled a surprise for you because he was silently mumbling to himself but you could hear it all.

You guys normally don’t go out in public during the day because of the sun, it’s also because it can get very crowded and loud especially on weekends and holidays.

You can always smell what Shin is cooking so to test your senses you always try to guess what he’s brewing up in the kitchen, it’s like a little game now.

With your heightened hearing Shin sometimes makes loud noises out of frustration but he always apologizes if you heard him a little too well..oops

Shin babies you a lot, he even carries you around the house sometimes if you don’t feel too confident about walking. He’ll always want to be near you to make sure your safe too.

Point is you two probably have one of the best relationships because Shin just cares for you so much he’d die if anything bad we’re to happen to you :(

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ʚ Haitani Rindou ɞ

Rindou probably makes fun of you sometimes ngl, like if you accidentally walked into something or made a mistake without realizing it soon enough.

But he doesn’t mean it, he’s actually really nice..sometimes…sometimes

Rindou really loves you but he has a hard time showing it. He’ll definitely help you around your house and will always want to accompany you when your going out to make sure your not in any danger.

He will bring you take out if your really feeling down one day preferably your favorite take out place

He takes you out shopping sometimes and he tries his best to describe what’s everything looks like, it’s so adorable.

Rindou tries to put on good scented cologne and deodorant because he knows you can always smell his scent.

He likes listening to music with you a lot to, you guys just have jam sessions where you listen to music all night long!

Rindou won’t let anyone else tease you about being blind other than himself, so if anyone is ever mean to you some bones may be broken..

Rindou likes to bring you coffee/tea in the mornings because it can help calm you down when your having a bad morning :(

You guys work very well together, Rindou tries his best to look after you while making fun of you is a way to show how cute you really are I guess?

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ʚ Haitani Ran ɞ

Ran is very…protective of you, especially because your blind and with heightened senses sometimes you hear/smell more than you want too.

He’s ready to defend you in any situation, if someone gives you a mean glare their done for.

Ran likes to tease you, kind of like Shinichiro but he has no warning sign for when he’s gonna kiss you, he just goes for it-

He likes to take you to those small cafe's because normally their a lot quieter with less people to.

Ran also likes to go on night walks with you and tells you all about how pretty the lights are and how dirty the sidewalks are lol.

Sometimes you guys go to a playground nearby and he’ll push you on the swings carefully

When your walking by flower fields you can normally smell the flowers and you describe what they smell like since Ran can’t smell the full scent :(

When Ran gets you flustered he tells you how adorable your face looks with blush on your cheeks.

Ran likes to take you shopping and spoil you, like Rindou he tries his best to describe everything for you and tell you what he thinks would match, I think Ran has a good fashion sense so he’d be very good at this.

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ʚ Mitsuya Takashi ɞ

Mitsuya would be so kind to help you with anything, he’s probably very careful where he brings you just in case it puts you at risk for something.

He will hold you by your waist when your in public so he can lead you around better.

Definitely brings you coffee and breakfast on mornings before school/work.

He likes to take you to sit on small hills at night with some blankets to sit on and get wrapped in, sometimes he’ll tell you what stars look like from his point of view.

He’ll let you sit on his back when your in crowded arenas so that you don’t run into anyone & vice versa.

Mitsuya buys you lightly scented candles that smell really good, but lightly scented so they don’t hurt your nose.

When you walk around at night you can hear bugs like crickets and you tell Mitsuya how many you think there are.

When Mitsuya brings you something to eat you try to guess what it is first by how it feels and smells.

He makes you the best clothes, a lot to times he surprises you with cute tops or dresses and he tells you how pretty you look when you wear them.

Mitsuya also likes to hold your hand a lot, it makes him feel better when he’s connected to you.

Mitsuya and You are such a power couple and you guys work so well together!

I hope you enjoyed reading, this was an interesting request to make and something fun to do to! Don’t forget to eat and drink some water, have a good day/night!

[datenightfright]

Infamous

As always, this story is dedicated to the memory of Oiwa, thank you for letting me tell your story, and may you find the peace you deserve.

And, a big thank you to @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp who are always willing to lend me their ears and ideas. Without your constant encouragement, this story wouldn't continue.

Previous/Next

Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Blood.

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The warmth of the tea seeps into your fingers. The tingling runs up your hands and stops just below your wrists. Detective Tanaka is back in your home, sitting across from you once again. Fujiwara is by his side, ever present notebook in hand, writing furiously. The child you stowed away in the closet sits next to you, his tea untouched, clinging to you as though his life depends on it. “This is...very strange Mrs. Kubo,” Tanaka tells you.

“I’m aware,” Your voice shakes, you’re close to tears. You just killed a man, and the authorities weren’t exactly on your side despite the overwhelming evidence. “There are signs of forceful entry,” Fujiwara states, nose stuck in his stupid little notebook, “and one of the officers found evidence of someone living in the abandoned house next door. It looks as though he stayed there for a few days, weeks even, watching and waiting for the right time to strike.” You wince at the discovery while Tanaka shoots Fujiwara a warning glance.

“Is this going to be a recurring problem?” You ask, trying to keep your shit together. “Mrs. Kubo,” Tanaka begins, gentle, always so gentle in the way he treats you. “You do live in a very infamous house. The legends that surround it...well there are too many to count really. You do realize you and your daughter are an anomaly when it comes to this place, don’t you?” You nod slowly. “We’re the only ones that have lived for this long,” You whisper, your eyes flitting towards a window. Kayako is there, watching you intently.

“Didn’t you notice anything strange?” Fujiwara asks you, “Seeing the same man over and over again, the same car on the street? In the grocery store? Didn’t you feel like someone was watching you this entire time?” Tanka sends another glare to his partner, meanwhile you scoff. “This isn’t a movie Detective,” You spit, “I spend my days just trying to survive, for the sake of my daughter. I’m an American living in the heart of Japan, so everyone is staring at me no matter where I go. So no, I didn’t notice anything strange, I didn’t notice anything different. So sorry to disappoint.”

Fujiwara is going to say something snippy, you can tell, but Tanaka cuts him off. “You must be tired Mrs. Kubo, we’re sorry for all the questions. Once the team is done, we’ll leave.” You nod, thankful someone had a good head on their shoulders. You hear sniffling and look down at the boy next to you. “What about him?” You ask, “What’s going to happen to him?” Everyone stares at the little boy, he only buries himself in you further, trying to shy away from being the center of attention. “A social worker will come to collect him tomorrow.” Tanaka says. “Until then, you must keep him safe.” You nod silently and go back to your tea.

*

“Why do you keep defending her?” Fujiwara snaps, “This is the second person she’s killed and you’re going to let her get away with it, aren’t you?” Tanaka glares at him, but the young detective is undeterred. “We still don’t know if she killed her husband,” Tanaka points out, “But-”

“And tonight’s case was a case of self defense. He broke into her house, tried to kill her.” Fujiwara scoffs. “A case of a lover’s quarrel gone deadly.” He mutters. Tanaka simply shakes his head. His partner was young, yet. He’d eventually learn that not everything was as it seemed.

The car is tense and silent. Fujiwara is too wrapped up in his own bigotry of foreigners to think straight, Tanaka, well, he had to admit he was wrapped up in his own hero complex to admit Mrs. Kubo might really be guilty. He felt bad for her, she was a new mother, young and pretty. Her famous husband, the source of her income, had been killed by an unknown assailant, leaving her all alone. And tonight, she’d been attacked by some madman that believed in the curse.

Tanaka grips the steering wheel tightly. His resolve to do something about that damnable house is even stronger than before. He’s been keeping a close watch on those that have entered it months ago, but so far, nothing has happened. No mysterious deaths, no unexpected suicides. Everything had been quiet. This just made him more nervous. He has a bad feeling that the house is gearing up from something really terrible.

*

You find out the hard way that blood does not like coming out of tile, not completely anyway. You throw the sponge into the bucket, growling with frustration. The house is deathly quiet once again. The boy sits on the counter, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and drinking milk, watching you struggle. You haven’t been able to get one word out of him since last night. You expected as much, though. You simply can’t imagine what hell he’s been through.

You pick up the bucket and dump the blood water in the sink. You fill it up once more, wiping your forehead of sweat. A little nudge on your arm gets your attention. You look towards the boy, he’s handing you a paper towel. “Thank you,” You say, smiling gently at him. You take off your gloves and dab at your forehead. “So,” You say, shutting off the water and filling it with bleach once more. “What should I call you, hm?” You set the bucket on the ground and replace your gloves.

You smile encouragingly up at the kid, hoping he’ll at least say something. He simply finishes his sandwich and watches you scrub the tile. You decide not to pester him. Rather, you begin to hum a lullaby to yourself to fill the silence of your home.

You work at the stain for another thirty minutes or so before deciding you’re done with it. It’s just going to remain a permanent mark on your kitchen floor as long as you’re concerned. You pour the water down the drain once more, then begin to wash the bucket. “Koji,”

“Hm?” You look over to the little boy, smiling. “Koji,” He says again. “Koji? Is that your name?” He nods. “I like that name, very fitting for such a brave boy.” He gives you a small smile, which you return with one of your own and a ruffle of his hair.

The color drains out of his face as he looks wide-eyed and terrified behind you. You whip around to find Kayako and Toshio looking at you. You let out a surprised yelp. Clutching your chest you glare at them both, “Listen, I understand this is your house, but please, can you make noise before you enter a room? I’m tired of all the jump scares.” They simply look at you as you gather the boy in your arms. He wraps around you tightly, too terrified to look at the ghosts.

Before you can say anything else, a knock is heard at the door. “None of your funny business,” You say to both of them. They move out of your way as you walk towards the door. You stop for a moment to check on your sleeping daughter. You see the rise and fall of her chest, then move on. You open the door, blinking in the sunlight.

“Hello!” A cheery girl greets you. She has a badge stuck neatly to her shirt pocket, you read her name easily. “Ms. Fujiwara,” You say, with a smile and a small bow. “No relation to Detective Fujiwara, I suppose?” The girl giggles. “Yes!” She says, “He’s my older brother.”

“Ah,” You say noncommittally. Normally, you would move out of the way and let her in, ask her if she wanted tea, but not everyone that came into your home could be spared from Kayako’s curse, not that you’d ask her to. You think it would be highly unfair of you to ask such a thing of her. As such, both of you stood awkwardly for a few moments, not really knowing what to say.

“Is this the boy?” she finally asks, looking at Koji. You follow her gaze. “Yes,” You say, setting him down with some difficulty, he didn’t seem to want to let you go. He still clings to your legs when you straighten. “My name is Fumiko,” The young girl says, squatting down to his level. “I’ve come to-”

“No!” he says, interrupting her. She blinks in shock, but then smiles gently at him. “It’s ok, you can trust me,” she reaches out to him, “No!” He says louder this time. You hear a faint rumbling in the background. “Koji,” You say, also kneeling. “I know you don’t want to go, but you have to, this nice lady will find your parents.” He shakes his head and throws himself at you. “No! No, no, no!” Your heart breaks as you hug him back. “Koji,” You say, trying not to tear up, “I’m not allowed to keep you.” You have to tell him the truth, as much as it hurt, you didn’t think lying to him would help matters. Besides, kids like Koji could read through an adult’s lies in seconds.

You pull back from him, giving him a sad smile. “Believe me, I would if I could. You’re such a cute and brave little boy, but you have to go with Ms. Fumiko, ok? She’s going to help you.” The boy sniffles. “I’ll come visit.” You find yourself blurting out. “Tomorrow.” You nod. “Ok?” Koji looks at you, and, seeing that you mean to keep your promise, returns the nod. “Here, I’ll help you get your shoes on.” You turn behind you. Kayako hands you his shoes, you smile at her, then help Koji put them on. “Visiting hours are from noon to three.” Fumiko informs you. “This is our card.” You take it from her after straightening. “Thank you,” You mutter tonelessly. Fumiko takes Koji’s hand after he gives you one last hug. “You’ll be ok, Koji,” You call after him, “Just be brave, like you were last night.”

You watch them walk out of your yard, and let a blustering man with an arm full of papers in. He bows to Fumiko, muttering a quick ‘hello’ then waddles up your sidewalk. “Professor Sato?” You walk out to help him with all the papers. “Mrs. Kubo!” He says, huffing. The glasses on his face askew. “I’ve done it!” He says, smiling at you, “I’ve found a way to get rid of Kayako for good!”

You help him straighten all the papers in his arms. “Um, I’m sorry Professor, but, I don’t think I’ll be getting rid of Kayako anytime soon.” You look at him sheepishly as his happy features turn to one of confusion. “Eh? What? Why? You were so adamant the last time-”

“Perhaps we should go to brunch?” You say, “I...I have a lot to tell you.” He nods slowly, “Oh, brunch, yes, ok. I know a place around here. It’s small, but private.” You smile at him. “Let me go get ready, I’ll be right out. Please, don’t enter the house.” He nods, watching after you as you slip into the house. He drops his papers, not noticing Kayako watching him from the window, wary as always.

*

You watch as Professor Ibuki Sato bounces your baby on his knee, talking about his crazy theories for ghosts and goblins. She’s giggling, happy and engaged. You smile softly at them. This is what you’d hoped Haru would be like. You shake your head, that was the past, this was the present, you had nothing but the future to look forward to. “So, you decided not to get rid of her.” Sato says, You grunt in affirmation. “Because a man broke into your house last night and tried to get rid of her on his own.”

“I can’t explain it,” You tell him, “It’s like the dynamic has shifted or something.”

“Perhaps you have feelings for her too?” Sato teases. You glare at him. You answer him honestly, “I don’t know.”

“Oh wow,” He says, sitting back in his chair, letting Sakura grab at his plate of food, “You must really like her then, if you’re confused about it.” You shrug. “She was so terrified last night,” You tell him, “You could see it in her eyes, her and Toshio both. I...I don’t think I could live through that again.”

Sato studies you for a long moment. “What?” You ask, a little irritated. He shakes his head. “It is possible that you’ve come to care for Kayako in your own way. It may not be love, but perhaps companionship?”

“Perhaps,” You mutter, unsure of anything anymore. Your life has been turned upside down so many times you couldn’t even figure out which way was up. You just wished for some stability. “Are you going to publish your husband’s papers posthumously?” Sato asks out of the blue. “What?” You frown, looking at him. “Your husband’s book. Wasn’t he going to publish one on the house? Are you going to complete it for him? Surely you need the money.” You huff. He has a point, you do need money, or rather, you will need the money, eventually. You have no plans to go back to the states soon, not that you thought Kayako would let you. “I’ve never written anything before.” you told him, “I don’t think I could imitate him.”

“Well, write for yourself,” he suggests. “I’m sure people would love to read what you have to say about the house.” You worry at your lip. For a long time you stare off into space, wondering about what sort of job you could have. “Tell you what,” Sato says, feeding your daughter a noodle. “You can be my assistant.”

“Your what?” You mutter. You didn’t much like the idea of becoming his assistant, but there was little else that was open to you. “Yes,” Sato says, nodding. “My assistant. There’s a lot of research that goes into my job, believe it or not. I could use the help. Someone to read over things for me. It wouldn’t pay much, but I highly doubt your rent is that high to begin with.”

You sit back and look at him, wondering if he’s serious. Deciding that he is, you simply shrug. “I’ll get back to you.” is the only answer you give.

[lovelikedestiny]

Still waters run deep | Part One

The morning after jumping out of a skyscraper, Nile does not expect to wake up to the smell of bacon and therefore lies quietly on her back for a few seconds while she tries to find out whether she's still asleep. Her growling stomach tells her otherwise, however, because apparently dying and coming back to life is quite stimulating for the metabolism and makes you damn hungry

The sore muscles she expected from yesterday's questionable actions – hey, she was shot several times and threw a teenager in a ridiculous hoodie blazer out of a window – do not materialize, and Nile doesn't know whether to embrace or curse this aspect of immortality. She decides to put everything that has to do with it in the farthest corner of her head and see to it that her stomach gets something to eat. At least this is a task she can easily handle and that is comforting considering all of the changes she has experienced in the past few days. To her surprise, there is only one other person in the kitchen of the house Andy chose to stay for last night. Nicky stands calmly at the stove and turns the bacon in the pan with practiced movements that Nile envies for their elegance. He's wearing something similar to the evening in Goussainville. His back - under the dark fabric of his shirt - is turned towards her and he doesn't give the impression that he was tortured in a laboratory for 18 hours. "Good morning, Nile," he says softly without turning around and Nile almost startles because she didn't expect him to notice her. But this man has been around for 900 years and has probably learned to tell the steps of his companions apart. And it's no wonder with as close as he and Joe are. "Hi," she says awkwardly and stands indecisively in the doorway until Nicky points to an empty chair at the table, still keeping his eyes on the pan. "Please take a seat. Would you like tea or coffee? " "Uh...coffee please," she replies and sinks into one of the chairs. “I can go straight back to bed without caffeine,” she adds jokingly, trying to lighten the mood that is overshadowed by yesterday's events, despite the pleasantly normal noises of sizzling bacon. As if Nicky had done it hundreds of times - this man has probably witnessed the development of this hot drink – he pushes a cup filled with wonderful fresh coffee over the table to her and the subtle smile that plays around the corner of his mouth is what Nile sees as a victory. However, she cannot help but notice the deep circles under his eyes; adorning his pale face. "Thank you." She puts both hands around the cup and sighs softly as the pleasant warmth envelops her fingers. Nicky gives her a friendly nod and goes back to the stove, where he begins to lift the bacon from the pan onto a plate. Without taking her eyes off him, Nile carefully takes a sip and waits until it has reached her stomach before she speaks to Nicky: “Did you sleep at all? You look terrible. And I say that knowing some people would be very likely to throw themselves at your feet if you looked at them." To be honest, she doesn't know how to behave towards him. She had so little time to get to know him and Joe better before they were kidnapped. Nevertheless, the couple was extremely nice and welcoming at dinner in France and Nile is sure that has not changed. "No," Nicky says simply, his tone still soft when he answers her and puts a plate of toast and bacon in front of her. "And it's enough for me that Joe throws himself at my feet." Nile, who didn't expect such a dry line, gives a surprised laugh and is rewarded with a small but mischievous grin from Nicky. This almost makes her forget the essential aspect of their conversation:  Nicky hasn't slept. And with the way she felt after jumping out of the skyscraper, his body should actually be pretty exhausted. After all, he and Joe didn't get the gentle treatment in the lab. Before she can go into further detail, Nicky shrugs his shoulders, almost embarrassed. "Unfortunately, I can only be of service with toast and bacon. The kitchen has nothing more to offer here and I didn't want to leave the house." He doesn't say why he didn't want to leave the house and Nile doesn't dig deeper due to the dull shine of his eyes. "Hello? I could die for bacon!" Nile exclaims in an exaggeratedly dramatic way and inhales the salty smell of the said food deeply, but considering past events and their significance her joke leaves a bitter aftertaste.

She clears her throat uncomfortably and starts to eat while Nicky silently prepares another plate of toast and places it on the seat next to Nile, although he doesn't sit down. She opens her mouth to ask him why he isn't eating too when Joe's voice comes from the hallway. "Nicolo?" Even if she doesn't know him that well, she hears the slight alarm in his voice and Nicky notices it too. "In the kitchen, my heart," he replies quickly and gives Joe a tender smile as he enters the room. The dark-haired warrior immediately relaxes when he catches sight of Nicky and Nile realizes that Joe looks just as exhausted as Nicky just in other ways: his face has a pained expression, and his eyes are slightly puffy as if he had cried last night. And Nile can't blame him in the slightest, smiling encouragingly at him to make him feel like he doesn't have to hide anything from her. Sympathetic crinkles form around his eyes when he returns her smile, but the humorous spark that lurked in his gaze in Goussainville is missing. She concentrates on her breakfast when Joe and Nicky kiss and then put their foreheads together, which is so much more intimate than wild making out, as Nile has seen several times in public with other couples. Quietly mumbled words wander back and forth between them and despite the fact that Nile tries hard to focus on her coffee, she still listens to them a little. "Did you even sleep, Nicky?" Out of the corner of her eye she sees how Joe puts a hand on Nicky's cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. “I'm fine, Joe. Really. I can catch up on sleep,” Nicky assures him just as quietly and puts his hand on Joe's, squeezing it gently. "Sit down. Unfortunately, there is only toast.” Joe makes an unsatisfied noise. “You should have woken me up. Then I could have stayed up with you and...” "Yusuf", Nicky interrupts him and there is so much warmth in his bright eyes that Nile quickly takes a long sip of coffee and burns her tongue, although the pain disappears seconds later. “You needed sleep. And I...” “You need sleep too! You were in that damn lab with me!” Joe interjects, his voice still lowered, but clearer. "... don't sleep very well after heavy missions,” Nicky ends the sentence calmly, as if Joe hadn't said anything. "When this is all over, you can tie me to the bed and we won't go out for a week, okay?" Joe sighs deeply but laughs softly. “A week in bed, huh? I like that thought." With another kiss, Nicky urges him to the seat next to Nile, where the other plate is already waiting. Joe falls heavily on the chair, accepts Nicky's coffee cup with a grateful smile and leans into the touch as Nicky briefly lets his hand slide through Joe's curls. “You're an angel,” Joe says, biting off the jam toast that Nicky has already made. It's just a small bite and Joe chews it for a long time, but Nile thinks it's better than not eating at all. "If I'm an angel, you are my heaven." Nicky rummages behind them at the sink and makes this statement as casually as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Oh man," Nile says, eating her last piece of toast. "You're really disgustingly cute." Joe chuckles into his mug, but the chuckles stop abruptly when Booker walks into the kitchen. There is a really crushing silence for a few heartbeats and nobody moves. The problem with the Frenchman is that Nile absolutely thinks his betrayal sucks and can only shake her head at how he turned over the people who have accompanied him for centuries. But she understands his motives, has seen the deep pain that nests in him when he told her about his family, and she likes him. Nile sees in him someone who understands her current situation with her family. Booker shifts his weight, his bloodshot eyes darting back and forth between them and finally he starts moving and comes to the table. "Morning," he mumbles. Joe pretends not to have heard him, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the jam toast, although he only pushes the bitten bread around on his plate. Nile raises her hand in greeting. "Hello." "Good morning," Nicky says and Booker freezes in alarm, his hands on the back of the chair he has just pulled back to sit down. As if the Italian had yelled at him, but Nile sees no hostile behavior in Nicky's grip as he pours coffee into another mug. Even Joe takes a closer look at his lover and Nile's last strip of bacon remains lonely on her plate because she is absolutely confused by everyone's behavior. "I hope you saved a bunch of bacon for me, Nicky," Andy says as she appears in the kitchen. The warrior looks tired and beaten but moves with the same confidence and strength with which Nile first met her. She favors the side that Nicky patched up yesterday, but otherwise nothing of her new mortality can be seen. Nicky hands her the coffee cup and a plate on which you can barely see the toast under all the bacon. "That is out of the question." Andy narrows her eyes into ice blue triangles yet sits down at the breakfast table with her plate and mug, without taking her attention from Nicky. "Everything is fine so far?" "Always,” Nicky says simply and somehow automatic. Joe makes a face. “According to the circumstances, boss.” The swipe at Booker cannot be ignored, Booker stares at the floor. "And you?" Andy's snort is barking. "As good as new. And now eat your girl-toast. Nicky didn't make my toast that sweet." Joe shakes his head with a grin. "Bacon is also difficult to smear." "Exactly," Nicky says, stressing Joe's opinion by pointing at Andy's plate. "Bacon is fat, but not spreadable.” Whatever it is that the others hear in Nicky's voice, it makes them turn to the Italian who is still at the sink, now washing the pan. Nile nibbles on her last strip of bacon without saying a word because she doesn't want to miss anything. Only then does she notice that Booker is the only one who hasn't received a coffee cup or a full plate and has not yet sat down, as if he were unsure whether Nicky should bring him anything or whether he should get something himself. "Um," Booker makes a sound in his throat. It is not an offended sound, but just an expression of his discomfort and he moves to go to the wall cabinet where the cups are. The water in the sink runs out.

Then several things happen at once: Nicky turns around in a lightning-fast movement, something gleams metallic and suddenly Booker utters a French curse, staggering backwards and staring in disbelief at the knife that is stuck in his shoulder.

Andy jumps up. "NICKY!" "Merde!" Booker hisses and pulls out the knife – the knife Nicky threw – with clenched teeth, looking sadly at the blood on the blade and on his shirt. But before he can reply, Nicky is suddenly in front of him. Andy curses too and prepares to intervene, but the table is in the way and Nicky is too fast. With her mouth half open in shock, Nile can do nothing but watch as Nicky skillfully snatches the knife from Booker's grip, knocks him with a short, violent blow against the wall and rams the weapon millimeters from Booker's face into the wallpaper. She can't believe that this is the man who kindly showed her the bed in France and apologetically declared a few minutes ago that he could only serve toast and bacon for breakfast as if that were a criminal offense. On the other hand, Nicky is the only one who hasn't expressed his anger so far. Joe was pretty verbal in the lab and wasn't shy about saying what he thought of Booker's actions, and Andy just seemed too exhausted and tired of all the shit she's been through in her many, many years to be particularly outraged. But Nicky was the one who soothed Joe yesterday and coaxed Andy with gentle touches into letting him treat her wound. And however, Nile expected his anger to be expressed, she didn't expect this kind of anger; this icy wrath that doesn't burst out of Nicky uncontrollably like Joe's yesterday but is purposefully and controlled and therefore all the more intimidating and frightening. Booker stares wide-eyed at Nicky, who has one hand still on the knife rammed into the wall and the other buried in Booker's shirt, holding Booker firmly in place, his face just inches from Booker's. "Did that hurt?" Nicky finally asks so gently that Nile wouldn't have understood him if it hadn't been for dead silence in the kitchen. And although Nicky has not raised his voice, a shiver runs down Nile's spine, because beneath the gentleness you can clearly hear an unsettling coldness.

Can be found on AO3 too :)

[h0esvck]

lame and overused but could you please do bts w oppa kinks ?

I'm not really into Oppa, but I can see the appeal... It's easy to say during sex rather than a full name 😳

Namjoon

You snorted when he mentioned it, "I know you have an Oppa kink," you said and his brow raised in confusion. "What? How?" He asked and you paused making lunch and looked him dead in the eyes. "Does Oppa want me to suck his dick?" You said in a seductive voice. His eyes widened and he blushed before he got and instant boner. "Shit," he covered his face in his hands, embarrassed which only made you laugh. You finished making lunch before sitting down next to him and kissing his cheek. "It's okay, but I was serious you know," you said running your hand over his thigh. "Serious about what?" He askes after pulling his hands away from his face so he could see you. You giggled and leaned in. "If Oppa wants my mouth around his cock," you licked teh shell of his ear and hsi face turned beat red. "I'll assume that's a yes," you smiled and got on your knees, you hair already pulled back from making lunch.

Seokjin

You knew Seokjin had an Oppa kink so whenever you were horny you just kept saying it over and over again like a child. "Oppa, Oppa, Oppa, Oppa," you said in a sing-song voice as you skipped around the house, "Good god woman," Jin says and you give him an innocent look as you lean over the counter in the kitchen to watch him wipe up the counter after making and eating lunch. "Hmm? What is it Oppa?" Seokjin blushed. "Must you be so obvious? You saying Oppa all around the house is like you sitting on the couch and spreading your legs for me, everyone knows you're horny" he says and you blush. "Well maybe I wouldn't be so horny if you just fucked me," you pouted and he raised a brow. "In the middle of the day?" You nodded "in the middle of the day Oppa," you confirmed and he sucked his cheeks. "Alright," he puts some dirty dishes in the sink. "Go up on the bed, I'll be there in a few minutes." Your face practically beams and you almost bounce in excitement. "Thank you Oppa!" You rush around to kiss him and he grips your hips tight as you make out for a moment before you're rushing up to his room to strip and wait on the bed for him. Maybe play with yourself a bit until he comes and wrecks you... And wreck you he does.

Yoongi

Yoongi was in his studio, painting when you were sitting in his chair just watching him. It was cute watching him in his mask with his cute cheekies and his little apron to protect his clothes from paint splatters. Despite how calm and cut the atmosphere was, you were horny, you couldn't help it. So you decided to use Yoongi's latest revealed kink to you.... His Oppa kink. "Oppa, I'm horny," Yoongi is caught off guard but he mostly ignores you. "Yeah?" He asks as he continues to paint, not even flinching. You furrow your brows and glared at the back of his head. You were wearing a skirt that comes down mid-thigh and pantyhose under it with slip-on shoes. So you kicked off your slip-on shoes and you took your pantyhose and panties off letting them hang off one ankle as you spread your legs and began to play with yourself under your skirt. You were pretty wet so when you began to finger yourself the wet noises quietly echoed around the room. "Mmm Oppa I wish you would touch me," you whimper and bite your lip. "It doesn't feel as good when I touch myself like this," you whine and he raises a brow before turning his head. "When you what-" his eyes widen seeing you play with yourself under your skirt. "Oh," you bite your bottom lip and your toes curl seeing him look at you, licking his lips. "Won't Oppa come play with me?" You didn't have to say another word, Yoongi was between your legs eating his precious girl out making you sigh and moan as he makes you feel so good with his mouth. Bless that tongue technology of his.

Hoseok

You would just call him that all the time now. Never calling him Hoseok unless you were saying that you loved him. "Oppa do you need help with that?" "Jungkookie smells after his workout but still wants hugs, Oppa" "Oppa you big meanie I wanted to win!" (When you were playing board/video games). Everyone was pretty much used to it. But when you were alone in Hoseok's bedroom for the night... All that came out of your mouth was Oppa, Oppa, Oppa, moaning because he makes you feel so good, fucks you so perfect you get so wet the bed is practically soaked with your arousal and that's just how Hoseok likes it. "That's it baby girl, call out for me to make you feel so damn good," he says while rubbing your clit in a circle. Your back arches and you moan. "O-Oppa I'm cumming-!" You cry out and Hoseok grins as you pant and twitch in pleasure, "good girl, cumming so easy for me," he leans down and kisses you before slipping in, "now get ready to cum again, this time on Oppa's cock."

Jimin

He hates when you say it in public because it makes his cheeks so red. "Ah, (Y/N) do you have to say that now?" He would ask as yoy walk around the amusement park together. This would only make you look at him and snicker when you saw his blush. "Sorry Oppa I forgot how flustered it makes you," you grinned as he turned to you a glare on his face. "Stop..." He warned and you giggled "make me," he gave you a look which made you start to dash across the amusement park, him running after you. "Oppa can't catch me! Oppa has short legs!!" But he did catch you, and when he did, he kissed you and dumped his icy water all over you making you gasp and shiver. And to his enjoyment, your nipples poking through your shirt which made you blush. "How confident do you feel saying Oppa now?" It was his turn to tease with a snicker.

Taehyung

Taehyung had to make you say. It's not that you didn't like saying it, it was just the way he looked at you with those eyes that said I'm gonna wreck you later that made it hard for you to say it without getting so fucking turned on. So everytime he had to beg for you to say it, and he did, like a little puppy sometimes. "Come on jagiya... Say it," he begged as you sat together on the couch in the dorm, snacking on popcorn and chips and other things. "Nu-uh," you shake your head and he pouts next to you, his botrom lip coming out in a dramatic fat pout. "But jagiyaaaa, " you ignore him and watch the anime Boku No Hero Academia on the big flat screen in his dorm. "Please Jagiya..." He leans in close. "Oppa just wants to fuck that pretty pussy, but Oppa won't do that until you call him by his name," he teased, nipping at the shell of your ear. All of which makes you gasp, dropping the remote as your eyes widen. Shivers go through your whole body and your legs press together to relieve the pressure between them. He grins seeing how affected you are by just a few simple words. "Say it, jagiya~ I know you want to~" he whispers and kisses at your neck and you let out a whimper. "O-oppa..." he grins, "that's a good girl," he kissed your cheek takes you up to his room where he makes you call him Oppa for the next hour and a half. Maybe two hours depending on how many times he wants you to cum.

Jungkook

It's a secret that he likes it. He makes you swear on your mother's grave that you won't say it anywhere but the bedroom. And despite your mom not being dead, you agree just for your boyfriend to feel better. That all goes to shit when you're over at the dorm with all the boys, cuddling against him when he offers to get up and get everyone drinks. "Could you bring me the sparkly water I like Oppa?" You ask and his eyes widen, almost bugging out of his head as the room goes silent. Everyone sits there for a few seconds before Seokjin scoffs and points "I thought you didn't like being called Oppa!?" Jungkook blushes and Jin goes "Aish!!" "Hey hey, what's all this lying you've been doing to the fans then!" Yoongi points out. "Yeah!" Jimin joins with a giggle and leaning against Taehyung who laughs as well, his glasses slanting crooked on his nose. "Jungkook Oppa can you get me a beer?" Namjoon asks with a laugh which makes you snort and giggle beside Jungkook. Jungkook just glares at you which makes you bite your lip and shut up before whistling innocently. "Just tell me what you all want to drink!" He says and everyone asks for the drink fo their choice and saying Oppa with it. "Get me a beer Oppa," "Oppa bring in the wine!" "Oppa we need some ice with this too," he groans in annoyance and all his hyungs laugh and make fun of him in a playful way. He makes them all swear not to tell, so they begrudgingly agree as Jungkook explains he only likes when you say it. That made your heart flutter a little, but later when you're bouncing on his cock chanting Oppa over and over again you're not so certain he didn't just say that so you would bounce on his cock for him. Nevertheless, you keep going because it feels fucking good to you too. "Gonna cum Oppa~"

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[holylulusworld]

Most prized possession

Summary: Dean Winchester, notorious mobster, lady killer – the man holding your life in his hands will not let you go.

A/N: I had a request for a stripper!reader fic with Dean so here we go with a mini-series to this request.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean x Stripper!Reader, Benny Lafitte

Warnings: angst, language, Dean being an emotional tornado, tension, light dub-con touching, dominant Dean, masturbation (sex toy), longing

Explosive - Masterlist

Dean leads you out of your apartment, a big smile plastered on his lips as you slump into yourself. There is something about Dean making you feel safe and scared to hell and back at the same time.

“Why did you destroy the mug? I liked it…” Sniffling you try to break out of his embrace. “I loved sliding my tongue over the rim of the cup.”

“You can slide your tongue over anything you want to in my house. I’d love to see your tongue all over me…” Dean whispers and you shudder as his tongue slides over your pulse point.

“It was ugly, and I want to make sure you are surrounded by pretty things from now on.” Pecking your neck Dean smirks as you whimper when his teeth sink into your skin.

“But…” Without your permission, your hands move to his head to press him closer to your neck. “You know me for like six hours, Mr. Winchester.”

“Love it when you call me like that.” Nibbling at your skin Dean grunts when Benny clears his throat behind him. “Remind me I have to tell you about the rules later.”

“Rules…” Whispering the word you follow Dean and Benny toward a black SUV.

Dean prefers driving his Impala but to get all your belongings Benny insisted on taking the bulletproof monster.

“Get in, Sweetheart.” Opening the door for you Dean watches you clumsily crawl into the backseat. He can’t resist. Squeezing your butt, he chuckles as you squeal. “Such a cute ass, Y/N…hmmm…”

“Boss, we should get going. People are staring at us.” Benny points toward not very friendly-looking people. “Gang or something. That’s not the safest place to live for sure.”

“My girl is safe with me.” Opening his jacket Dean smirks at one of the gang members, as he reveals his hidden gun. One of the men shakes his head, dragging his friend away. “Thought so, loser.”

“Dean let’s roll. I don’t think those assholes will wait any longer to attack us.” Benny nervously glances around. “Boss…”

“Fine, let’s bring my girl home.” Dean finally enters the car to sit next to your shaking form. The whole day was nerve-wracking, and you would prefer to have a few drinks and wrap your body in your favorite blanket.

“Boss got the blanket and pillow she told me to get.” Sniffling you want to take the blanket, but Dean narrows his eyes. “Dean, if you want her to feel better, just give it to her.”

“Give it to me.” Taking the blanket out of Benny’s hands Dean eyes it suspiciously but he can see you desperately reach out for it.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Wrapping you into the warm blanket he rubs your back. “Let’s go, Benny…”

Nodding the tall man glances at your scared form. Benny is a mobster, but he pities you. Dean is one of his best friends, but he knows his boss is hard to handle. Especially for a shy girl like you.

“Where do you live?” Snuggling into the blanket you uncomfortable shift on the backseat. “Is it far from here?”

“Outside of town.” Dean can’t watch you squirm any longer, so he brings you onto his lap to wrap his arms around you. “Head against my shoulder and close your eyes.”

“Did you always live here?” Following Dean’s order your rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes. “I never wanted to live in a big city like this, but I wanted to dance…”

“I was born and raised in a small town. Lawrence, Kansas.” Dean gently rubs your back to comfort you as he keeps on talking. “When my mom died, dad dragged Sammy and me around. My whole life was filled with…”

Dean’s eyes meet Benny’s in the rear-view mirror, and he clears his throat before he looks at you in his arms. There’s something about you, a hint of innocence and pureness Dean hasn’t seen for a while.

“You’re a small-town boy…” Giggling you nuzzle your cheek into the soft fabric of your blanket. “Not many boys from a small town become rich. I know one, Garth. He tried to make money and works as a waiter now. Poor guy…he’s a bit…”

“Don’t talk about other men! You’re mine and you will only talk about me.” Angrily clenching his jaw Dean narrows his eyes.

“Garth is an odd little guy. Funny but I would never…” Sniffling you look at Dean. “Why are you always angry at me? I wanted to compliment you for your success.”

“I…Still, do not talk about other men…” Benny shakes his head, not knowing how long you will bear Dean’s behavior.

“Not even about my dad or a priest?” Not looking at Dean you sigh heavily. Around the mobster, you feel like you need to walk on eggshells to make sure he does not explode.

“Your dad is fine.” Mumbling the words Dean pecks your hair. “But I am the man in your life now. I’ll be the one you will talk about, dream about and whose name you will scream…”

“I still don’t know why you want me. You don’t even know me, Dean…”

Exhausted you close your eyes, not wanting to talk to the dangerous man holding your life in his hands any longer.

“I know you…”

“Bathroom, bedroom, walk-in wardrobe.” Dean points toward several doors while you are barely able to keep your eyes open. “Left side is all yours…”

“I got like twenty pieces of clothing. I don’t need half of a room…” Glancing at Dean’s huge collection of suits, shoes, and button-ups you gasp. “I never met someone owning so many clothes…”

“We will place your stuff on the left side tomorrow.” Wrapping his arms around your waist Dean smirks as you do not fight his embrace this time. “I’ll show you how to get the best water pressure and leave you alone.”

Nodding you nibble at your lower lip as Dean opens the huge bathroom. It’s rather a ballroom than a bathroom and your eyes round at the sight of the hugest shower you ever saw.

“Wow…” Giggling you look at the bathtub. “I didn’t have a bathtub since I moved out of my parents’ house but theirs wasn’t that huge.”

“You can have a bath instead. I’ll get some food and you can wash your sexy body.” Humming you look at the bathtub again before you touch your cheek, hissing. “I’ll get you some ice too, Sweetheart. Now relax.”

Squealing you play with the rubber duck you found hidden behind the towels. It looks a bit odd, is taller than any rubber duck you ever played with but it’s pink and you like it.

“Ah, you found the good stuff…” Striding toward the bathtub Dean smirks as you look up at him with glassy eyes. He’s only in a shirt and tight jeans and you must admit, you like this style more.

“You look good in normal clothes.” Licking his lips Dean kneels next to the bathtub to grab the rubber duck. 

“That’s not a toy or it is but…” Pressing a hidden button Dean smirks as your eyes round. 

“Spread your legs, Baby Girl and press this nice duck to your clit. Do it for me…” Husking the words Dean moves closer as you hesitantly take the duck. “Just place it where you need it most, Sweetheart.”

Dean’s voice is smooth like silk now, full of lust as he moves his hand into the water to take the toy out of your hand. “Let me, Y/N…”

Gasps leave your lips when he moves the toy between your legs, placing it between your folds.

“Just enjoy and relax.” He’s slowly moving the toy up and down your clit, adds pressure to it as he can watch your mouth fall open. “Give me one, just one tonight…”

“I…this is…god…” Grasping for the edge of the bathtub you close your eyes, grinding against the vibrating toy. “It’s…uh…”

“Give in, Baby. Just let me hear the sweet noises you make when you cum for me. I want to hear it…” Your eyes flutter close and you wrap your hand around Dean’s wrist to make sure he doesn’t remove the toy.

“Please…oh…please…”

“Come for me…” You are a goner moments later. Cry out as Dean won’t remove the toy. “Good girl. So pretty when you come for me.”

“No more. Take it away, it’s too much…” Pecking your neck Dean removes the toy, satisfied with your wrecked state.

“How long didn’t you cum like that?” Nibbling at your skin he let go of the toy to slide his fingers through your wet folds. “Your pussy feels like velvet, Sweetheart…”

“Dean…”

Dinner is awkward. You can still feel the buzz in your body from the orgasm this dangerous man gave you.

It’s not that you do not feel drawn to the mobster, still, he’s an emotional tornado and you never know if he wants to kiss or kill you.

“Eat, Y/N. It was an exhausting day for my girl.” Pointing to your untouched food Dean moves closer. “Do you need another orgasm to become hungry?”

“I…” Clearing your throat you grab the fork Dean offers. “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?”

“Try me, Sweetheart.” Pecking the hand holding the fork Dean looks at you, mischief in the most beautiful eyes you ever saw. “I’ll try to answer it honestly.”

“Why me? Why are you that obsessed about making me your girl? You don’t know me, Dean. In a week or two, you will get bored and then I will have almost no clothes, no home, and no job.” Sniffling you poke the food with your fork.

Slamming his fist onto the table Dean gets up, panting heavily. “You still don’t understand, Y/N. You are the one, my girl. You are my most prized possession. The moment I saw you in the theater, ready to dance for those assholes I knew you’ll be mine…”

“Theater? Wait…” Looking up at Dean you feel a cold shiver run down your spine. “You were there?”

“To be fair, I wasn’t stalking you or anything. It was more that I wanted to meet a business partner. Didn’t know anyone else would be around.” Standing behind you Dean slides his fingers through your hair. “I saw you.”

“I didn’t dance…”

“Later, Baby Girl. When those asshole's not giving you a chance were gone, you danced only for me.” He’s silent for a moment, remembering the way you moved your body. “You were so beautiful, like a fairy and innocent.”

Speechless you glance at the food, not knowing how to process Dean knew you for over a year. “I watched the whole performance and then I wanted to leave but I followed you.”

“You’re a stalker…” Scared you feel Dean’s arms wrap around you as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“No…no. I didn’t see you for months, I swear. You were just a pleasant memory and then, you came to my club out of all the places and asked for a job. It was me, not Ellen suggesting you shall dance.”

“You made me a stripper?” Sniffling you wiggle in Dean’s embrace. “Why?”

“I wanted you to do what you love, dancing.” Huffing Dean let go of you to cup your cheek. “I know its not a theater, not even close but you are so beautiful while dancing. Maybe we can have a show. You don’t have to strip your clothes off, just dance for me…”

“Show…?” 

“I got at least ten clubs and we have events sometimes. Usually, the girl's strip at the end but you can be my special event. The fairy among whores…” Dean exclaims as you don’t know if you shall believe a single word. 

“I am not a fairy…” Grumbling you try to look away, but Dean holds your face in his palm, pressing his lips to yours. “You’re beautiful and my fairy. I’ll keep you safe and wrap you in silk.”

That night Dean paces around the bedroom waiting for you to sleep in his bed just like he imagined since that day he saw you dancing just for him.

“Holy…” Biting his finger Dean watches you crawl onto the bed, only wearing one of the pairs of panties you saved and one of his old shirts. “You look so fucking sexy in my clothes…”

“You stole mine!” Muttering you place your pillow onto your side and cover your body with your favorite blanket. “I still believe you are crazy…”

“Yeah.” Dean lies next to you, smirking as you turn your back on him. “Crazy for you, Sweetheart…”

“Why are you always so loud and angry? You can be sweet too, even caring but then you yell at me…” Sniffling you feel him shift behind you. “You could be a nice man if you wanted to…”

“Hmm…” His arms wrap around you and his face ends up in your neck. “I’ll try to be nice for you, but I want you to say it. Say you’re mine, my fairy…”

“I…” Lips pressing against your pulse point Dean hums against you. “I can try too…”

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[m-yien]

DREAM PART FOUR // YOU’RE EVERYWHERE

PAIRING: Mark Tuan x Female reader GENRE: fluff, romance, s2l RATING: none WARNING: none but there’s a kiss finally uwu SUMMARY: Scenarios of boyfriend things with Mark Tuan. From how your relationship started, continued and blossomed into something you thought you would only catch a glimpse of in dreams. WORD COUNT: 1205

AUTHOR’S NOTE: we have reached part 4!!! pls tell me what you think hehe :’) thank you for reading! previous | masterlist | next

You were getting ready for work when you noticed how far your friendship with Mark has developed for the past three months. More specifically, you were walking around your room when you unexpectedly stepped on something soft with a tiny squeak. Milo’s toy.  Wow, you thought. It’s really been that long since you started texting, hanging out from time to time (at least four times a week), and becoming Milo’s new official dogsitter (no offense to his previous one).

The first time you had Milo at your office, the two of you had a blast. Even though there were times when you needed to let him go because of work, the good boy managed to behave. Then comes the dinner Mark promised. He took you to a great restaurant around Itaewon while Milo was still in your arms and your Friday night couldn’t get any better. You wish to consider it a date, but it really wasn’t. Although, it felt like it.

After that, you and Mark just hit it off. You’re sure that the both of you are friends. You’re still unsure if you want something else or something more. But you set aside those thoughts. Mark is your first ever friend here aside from your assistant and letting your crush on him ruin it would be a mistake. So, you keep it to yourself and avoid getting carried away.

You figured he’s just being nice.

Yes, he’s just being nice, you convinced yourself when he hands you a glass of water with no ice. You look up and there he is, Mark Tuan making your heart flutter with the little gesture. Again, aside from your assistant, he’s the only one who remembers how you don’t like drinking cold water. He waits for you to take and drink it before taking a seat next to you. Him moving the chair closer to you doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Thanks,” you shyly whisper and take a sip.

Tonight, you and alongside their closest family and friends celebrate the opening of Lawrence and Jina’s first restaurant as a married couple. It’s been in the making even before they got engaged. Lawrence’s first ever restaurant will continue while he runs this new one with Jina.

“Hey,” Mark whispers over the noise while softly tapping your shoulder.

Your attention was undivided when you turned to him only to be weakened by his close proximity to your face. With eyes avoiding his, you manage to answer, “Yeah?”

“Have you seen Milo’s toy?” He asks and shows you the picture.

“I did,” you chuckle, remembering clearly how you found it. “I forgot to bring it. I’ll remind you the next time he visits.”

“I can get it after this,” he suggests and your eyes widen. “I’ll drive you home.”

You’re suddenly at loss of words. If he ever did drive you home, this will be the first time Mark has ever been to your house without Milo. He only goes to your place with Milo. You don’t know how to address the sudden nervous and excited feeling you’re feeling right now. Your heart is beating like crazy, you’re afraid it might overpower the celebration at hand.

“Only if it’s okay with you,” Mark quickly assured you, noticing how you grew silent at his offer. “He has other toys anyway.”

“It’s fine,” you let yourself be brave and just let it be. “You can stop over and get it. I’m sure he’s aware that one of his prized possessions is missing.”

“Okay then.” He chuckles before turning back to the party.

You do the same thing. But you were a little bit distracted. You shouldn’t be though. However, you can’t help it. How does he feel about going to your place with just the two of you? Does he feel as nervous and as excited as you? Maybe yes, maybe no.

He’s just going to pick up a toy, you reprimand yourself.

Your guess is it’s a no.

***

You were calm. He was calm. The drive overall was calm. But the atmosphere was tense and awkward. The radio was of no help either as it continued playing romantic songs. You’d change the channel but, how could you? This car does not belong to you. Moreover, you don’t want to risk making the situation even more awkward and your feelings even more obvious.

So, you stay put. Tap your bag to the beat of the music and looked outside the night lights of Seoul. Calm. That’s what you are. Even though that’s not what you really are right now. At this point, you’re just really nervous. Your face might not say it, but your insides would beg to differ. You can’t be sweating right now.

You just can’t.

After less than fifteen minutes, Mark’s car comes to a stop at your apartment’s parking lot. It was easy for him to park since your parking spot is still vacant. It doesn’t sound smart at the moment to drive around on your own when you haven’t been here that long. Anyway, you’re here and there’s no backing out now.

You sigh, what the hell are you even being dramatic about.

You don’t live that far up from the high-rise, hence the short elevator ride. You don’t know why you keep recollecting these details when Mark already knows. He’s been here countless of times before. You’re way over your head. But the distraction is nice. It makes you feel a little less awkward.

“You should come inside,” you invite him and you can’t believe yourself. “Or do you just want to wait here? Are you in a hurry?”

“No!” He exclaims, startling you. “I-.. I mean, no. I’m not in a hurry.”

“Alright.” You smile and proceed to opening the lock of your door.

You didn’t take long to get the toy. The soft plush was kept in your closet. Safe and sound until its owner visits again. Mark is sitting on your couch. You suddenly realize that as much as you knew that nothing will happen between the two of you, you were still expecting. But then again, who were you kidding.

He’s just picking up a toy.

He was cute when he jumped slightly at your mischief of putting the toy close to his face. His gives you a fake glare, making you giggle.

“Next time, we should check everything inside Milo’s bag first before we let him play with them,” you suggest while you two walk to the door. The night is slowly ending and Mark’s about to leave.

“Yeah, I agree.” He nods and comes to a stop to turn towards you. “Unless I want to spoil him with toys, I can’t keep losing them.”

Your laughter echoes through your quiet place. “Thanks for driving me home.”

“Anytime,” he promised.

Silence.

“Then, I’ll see you around,” you wave a little goodbye, but he was just staring at you. “Mark?”

His eyes weren’t blinking until he took the leap and move closer to you. You stiffen as he drops the toy in hand and gently hold your cheeks instead. Before you know it, he’s leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

The night has not ended and Mark is not leaving yet.

DO NOT REPOST. M-YIEN, 2020.

[sp00kworm]

April Rain (Chapter 6)

Ch 5    Ch 7   

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Pairing: All Might/ Yagi Toshinori x Female Reader

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A deep breath against your face was what woke you up. Whatever you were laid on was comfortable, yet you forced your eyes open as you felt arms wrap tighter around your body. With a grumbling noise, you peered at a chest of muscle, covered in a soft, tacky hoodie. Pieces started to fall into place quickly as you looked up at Yagi’s soft, sleeping face. It took some years from his face, his large eyebrows sloping gently, his mouth opened in a soft snore. Daringly, you reached up to push the floppy bangs from his face to get a better look at the serene, unburdened look you so rarely saw on the hero. His breathing was deep and even, lips parted as he slept on despite you pushing his hair away and staring at his cute face. Yagi’s eyelashes rested on top of his cheeks as he breathed softly, face tucked up against his own arm and a small pillow from the couch. The hero’s eyebrows furrowed as he shifted his head against the pillow and his arm, bangs flopping back over his face, the blond strands hovering over his mouth as he blew out another deep, even breath. Yagi closed his mouth with a soft snore, thick legs moving upwards, scooping you up and closer to his chest. His other arm tightened around your back as he tucked you up under his chin and grunted in his sleep.

 The sunlight was burning against the backs of the curtains, and you yawned softly as you soaked in the warmth from the giant man curled around you. Gently, you pushed his hair away from his drool-soaked cheek again and looked at his face, just taking in the sharpness of his cheekbones and curve of his lips as he stirred once again, nose scrunching up and hair sticking to his cheek. You laughed softly and reached up to poke at his nose. His nose scrunched up at the poke as his hand moved against your back. Fingers tapped against your spine as Yagi reached up to rub at his nose awkwardly, his bright blue eyes opening slowly, by a crack, to look for what was the culprit. You smiled up at the large man. A sleepy smile was his reply. His eyes widened as he realised the time, groaning as he stretched his neck backwards to look up at the sunlight behind the curtains.

 “Good morning.” You cooed from against his chest, nose pressed into the softness of his pullover, legs linked with his own as well as you could. The muscles of his arms twitched before he rolled onto his back, legs stretching out over the arm of the couch, toes pointed towards the wall as he yawned. Yagi was silent for a minute as he stretched and rubbed his face, pushing his hair out of his face before the reality of the situation clicked in his head.

“Good morning…Did we fall asleep?” Yagi opened one eye sleepily, peering at your face, arm tucked under his head, pressed back against the arm of the couch as he supported your weight on his stomach, “I’m sorry. I didn’t…” He cut himself off with another yawn, flexing his back, lifting you on top of him as he rubbed at his neck to try and ease the pain in his spine.

“It’s fine, Yagi. You don’t need to apologise. We both dropped off.” You smiled down at the hero before yawning yourself and pushing your hands against his chest to sit yourself up, feeling the pain of being laid in such an odd position on the worst kind of furniture, “But I think we’ll both regret it anyway with the cricks in our necks.” You chuckled as you sat over his stomach, rubbing at the back of your neck.

 Yagi chuckled, hands struggling to find somewhere to rest before he grunted, a little winded as you shoved yourself up again with your hand pressed firmly to his stomach, “That just reminded me how much I need to use the bathroom.” He joked as he let you scoot to the end of the sofa before he stood up, dragging his body upwards in a great stretch.

The pullover rode up as Yagi stretched his spine out, arms up above his head, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He promised before padding off to relieve himself.

You reached to scratch at your hair, sighing at the crumpled mess of your clothes before you dared to look at the time, “Shit.”

Yagi walked back into the room with an urgency he hadn’t left with, “I’m going to be late. Shit. I didn’t mean for us to oversleep.” He cursed softly before looking at your own crumpled clothing, “I have some spare clothing? You can wash your underwear if you want?” He offered awkwardly pointing to the utility room next to the kitchen, “And you can use the shower. I’m sorry. It was irresponsible of me to fall asleep.” He clasped his hands together with a flushed face, head bowed.

 “Hey, stop apologising! I told you its fine! I can still make it into work and so will you.” You laughed at his sigh before gesturing to the stairs, “If I go get showered, do you have a robe I can borrow? Just while my underwear wash and dry?” You felt your cheeks go a little hot, mirroring the blond man in front of you.

“I have one…But it might be a little bit large for you.” Yagi stuttered before turning, “Here. I’ll get it for you and show you where the bathroom is?” He offered as you followed him up the stairs. There were a few rooms up here including the lavish bathroom. The door opened to reveal marble and tiles. A walk-in shower and a tub to bathe in.

Your mouth dropped a little as he pushed you through the door and pointed to a rack with white bathrobes on, “You can use one of those. There are towels in the cupboard next to the sink if you want to wash your hair. Hairdryer is in the cupboard underneath the sink and there is a spare toothbrush in there as well.” He smiled around the door before attempting to duck away.

“Anyone would think you’re used to female company, Mister All Might?” You teased with a raised eyebrow.

Yagi flushed with a shrug, “More used to stragglers spending the night, let’s say.”

“Wait? What do you mean by stragglers?” The door was shut as he left, and you sighed into the stone covered room before stripping down and turning on the hot water for a quick shower.

 It didn’t take you long. You opened the door, wrapped up tightly in the white robe, the sleeves rolled and the bottom dragging against the floor as you peered down at the floor. Carefully, you moved with your bundle of clothes, down the stairs and into the kitchen. You tossed the lot in the washer in the utility room and turned it on with the fancy, sensitive skin powder before standing in the kitchen and listening for signs of life from Yagi.

“Yagi?” You shouted into the house.

“I’m just getting a shower! Feel free to eat some breakfast. I left you some in the microwave!” He shouted around running water with a laugh. Your stomach gurgled with the prospect of food as you peered into the microwave. Rice, egg, and vegetables. Your mouth watered at the bowl of food. With a smile you clicked the power and waited a little while for it to heat back up before you cupped the bowl in both hands and sat at the breakfast bar with a coffee from the fancy machine and its options. The water cut off quickly and you heard Yagi move around upstairs as you spooned egg into your mouth, sat comfortably in the robe as you sipped coffee between mouthfuls. You needed the caffeine to even think about being coherent for your shift at the café.

 You didn’t hear Yagi until he was behind you, sleepily looking up from your food, hair still a little damp from the shower as you swallowed the rice in your mouth. The blond was dressed in business dress, tight, light blue shirt and dark grey trousers, black shined shoes clicking as he chuckled down at you hunched over the countertop. The man revealed a pile of folded clothes from behind his back. There was a simple blouse and a pair of pressed trousers.

“I found the spare set of clothes.” He tried to smile around the awkwardness, “They’re not from another interest, if that’s w-what you’re worried about?” The smile on his face faltered as you took the clothes from him suspiciously, “Its…A mentor to me used to stay, sometimes. She was…” He smiled and shrugged, “I am simply prepared, I promise.” He laughed after, the boisterous, fake laugh he did for the media in place.

“Yagi. I promise, your past relationships won’t upset me. I’ll take you word though. I believe you. Now, stop doing that scary fake laugh!” You teased as you held the clothes to your chest and watched Yagi nervously move your underwear from the washer to the dryer.

Yagi blushed and scratched at the back of his head, ruffling the combed hair, “I didn’t want you to think less of me.” He confessed as he walked back into the kitchen and fixed himself a coffee.

 With a white coffee in his hands, he sat next to you and pushed your breakfast closer to you, “You need to eat.” He sipped his drink before smiling at you over the top of the lip of the mug, “I’ll drop you off at the café, if you like?”

Swallowing a mouthful egg, you smiled up at him, “If its not too much trouble?” You spooned more egg and rice onto your spoon before chewing thoughtfully.

Yagi turned his wrist to look at the expensive watch, “There’s not long until I have to be in the office…” He trailed off just as the dryer buzzed with your underwear. You chuckled and pushed the last bite of food into your mouth before standing to collect your washing. Yagi took your bowl and gestured back to the clothes on the edge of the breakfast bar with an awkward smile, hiding his eyes from the bundle of underwear in your arms as you moved and took the clothes.

“I’ll go and get dressed then!” You quickly slipped out of the door and up his stairs, back to the bathroom to get dressed.

 You appeared ten minutes later, dressed in the blouse and trousers, hair styled as well as you could manage without your things from home.

Yagi turned, wiping his hands on the towel before he smiled at you from the sink, “You look great.” He said with the signature sunshine smile, his teeth on display in a white grin as he watched you shuffle at the door.

“You said we were going to be late?” You asked gently from the door.

Yagi appeared flustered, throwing the towel back onto the rack before he nodded and searched for his suit jacket, his phone clutched in one hand, “Yes, of course.” He found his suit jacket with a small noise of victory and threw it over his arm before offering you your bag, “Lets go, then?”

With a nod, you took your bag from his hand and let him lead you from the house, wrapping your arm around his gently as you both headed towards the small car in the driveway.

Your eyes were puzzled at the reserved nature of the vehicle, a reasonable sized electric car, “I didn’t expect you to have such a…”

“Normal car?” Yagi laughed brightly at you as he unlocked the car doors and opened the door for you to get in.

You climbed in and chuckled as he got into the driver’s seat, the bangs of his hair dragging against the roof of the car, “I get that a lot. Seems impractical to have an expensive one when I can get everywhere myself usually.” He joked as he started the engine and opened the gates behind him with the fob on his keys.

 “Where do you want dropping off?” Yagi asked a little while later, looking through the rear-view mirror in a nervous movement as you both came towards the Taito City prefecture. The small café you worked at was underneath a hostel.  Most people rated the coffee highly. It was something you were proud of.

“Ah the next street is fine.” You offered, “I don’t want you feeling like you have to take me to the door…And I know you’re pretty easily recognised.” You tucked your purse closer in your lap and fidgeted a little in your seat.

Yagi glanced at you over the sunglasses on his face before smiling awkwardly, “I’ll drop you a street or so away if you want?” He offered before driving through the junction and taking a right towards the sideroads.

“It’ll be awkward for the both of us if people knew about…this, right?” You proposed gently.

Yagi rolled his broad shoulders, “I wouldn’t be opposed…But I know its still really early for that sort of thing.” He reached a large hand and gently squeezed your thigh before returning it to the gear stick and humming as he slowly pulled up to a halt by the pavement.

You smiled at him, feeling heat in your cheeks from the action of him squeezing your thigh, “When we’re both ready, I think that would be the best time. I’m still…getting to grips with your fame you know?” Glancing at the pavement you chewed your lip.

 Before you could climb out with a rushed goodbye, Yagi leaned over in his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other clutching at your thigh again as he stole a kiss from your lips. You were frozen for a moment in shock as his warm lips hit yours. It took you a moment to respond before you let out a small sigh and leaned into the kiss yourself. Yagi pulled away to say something, but you stole his breath away once more with another kiss, your hands reaching for his shoulders before you let him free again. His mouth hung open a little, his cheeks going pink before he sighed and coughed, pushing his sunglasses back into place on the bridge of his nose as you smiled brightly and opened the door.

“Thank you for the lift, Yagi. I’ll see you again soon?” You asked, clutching your bag on your shoulder as you peered inside the car.

“I promise. As soon as I can…” His throat bobbed with unsaid words as you closed the door and waved at the tinted window of the driver’s seat. Yagi watched in the window as you walked away and turned the corner, disappearing into the crowd and traffic with his heart thumping in his throat. With a sigh and a tight grip on the steering wheel, Yagi pulled away from the curb and back into the traffic to head towards Might Towers, a little high on a feeling he couldn’t quite admit to yet.

 “Hey you!” Your co-worker leaned over the counter she was cleaning with a suspicious look, her eyes squinting at the smile on your face, “You never usually walk in so chipper on a Monday morning? What’s got into you? Get laid?” She barked a laugh, so very dog like, in line with the ears on her head and the tail thumping with excitement against the counter wall.

You rolled your eyes as you headed towards the back, holding the strap of your bag as you moved into the locker room and shoved it into your locker, dragging your apron free from the back, pocketing your phone with a sigh as Maho followed you with a shake of her backside, excitement coursing through her.

“No. I didn’t spend the weekend getting laid. Don’t look so excited!” You teased her as you tied the string of your apron once more and stepped back towards the front. Her dark ear perked as your phone rumbled against you in your pocket.

“Oh really? You did nothing all weekend?” She placed her elbows on the counter and grinned with canine, sharp teeth, patches over her eyes stretching as she looked at you curiously.

With a groan and a pinch to your nose you drew your phone out.

Smugly, you turned the screen to face her, and showed her the social media notification, “Yep.” You popped the word as she squinted at the screen.

 Her smile returned with another rumble, “So who’s the sunflower emoji?” She teased, fluffy tail wagging as she tried to get closer over the countertop, “Is that your lover-boy?” Maho sing-songed as she winked.

“He’s not my ‘lover-boy’.” You shot back as you opened the message from Yagi, reading over the words with a natural, happy smile.

“Oh sure! That’s why you’re not smiling like an absolute idiot right now!” Maho yapped from the cash register as she cleaned the buttons and wiped the other side of the counter.

“I’m not smiling like an idiot…” You flinched at the flash of a light and grumbled as Maho turned her own phone at you, showing you the picture of your own bright smile, “Okay so maybe…I like this guy, okay, Maho?”

Maho looked at you with awe, “You’ve actually found someone!” She cheered, her tail wagging brightly as she hugged you tightly. “I’m so happy for you, sweets!” Her teeth snapped happily before she pushed you away by the shoulders, “Now. Tell me everything while we get this coffee machine up and running!”

You just laughed with her as you quietly retold the gentle evening you and Yagi had shared together.

 Later in the day, you had a chance to reply to the messages from Yagi. His own was quite short, yet he was asking to see you again as soon as possible.

“Stop texting me in meetings!” You admonished over the phone during your lunch break, “You can’t spend all your time talking to me, even if you do want to meet up again soon.”

Yagi laughed down the other end, “I just want to see you again…As soon as I can. Its nice to have something and someone to look forwards to.” He murmured quietly.

You felt your body run a little hot, “Well, I…I have another job to go to, Yagi.” You hummed softly, “It’s a two-week restoration in a church so I won’t be in the area.”

“Oh.” His disappointment was evident, “When do you get back?” He asked.

“It’ll be two weeks on Wednesday.”

“I’ll pick you up.” He interrupted nervously.

You smiled, looking at your leftovers fondly as you replied, “Okay. I’ll next you the address of the place. I think…I’ll make sure I’m free okay? I’ll miss you while I’m away.”

“I’ll miss you too.” Yagi whispered before jumping with an odd noise and hanging up. Someone had walked into the office again while he was on a call.

 You pulled the phone away from your ear and smiled down at your lunch before jumping at the time. You only had ten minutes left of lunch break. You looked at your phone when it buzzed with a love heart text. Chewing your lip, you texted a love heart back and set to scoffing your food down before Maho came in for her break.

[animetrashlord-007]

LTAS;; The Confession

Word Count;; 1.4k

Genre;; Fluff!

Pairing;; Hinata x Kageyama

Side Pairing;; Oikawa x Iwaizumi, Matsukawa x Hanamaki

Summary;;

Kageyama and Hinata decide to break away from the group and go on their highly anticipated date.

Published;; 03.24.19

Notes;; The End!

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   “So, Tobio… what brings you out here?”

   Hinata played with the hem of his shirt as he walked beside Kageyama, the two wandering the streets of Tokyo without a clear destination in mind. The wind ruffled his hair as he glanced over at the other male, a soft blush on his cheeks as he admired Kageyama for the umpteenth time. After leaving the hotel, they hadn’t spoken aside from meaningless small talk but now even that conversation had died. While he didn’t mind the silence, Hinata was nervous at the same time.

   “Just shut up and keep up with me.”

   Hinata frowned, quickening his pace to match the setter’s. They weaved through the streets. Kageyama was searching for something, his eyes scoping out every establishment he passed. After about ten minutes, his eyes brightened. Grabbing Hinata’s wrist, he dragged him down the street, pushing through the growing crowd until they stopped in front of a restaurant. Muttering ‘perfect’ under his breath, the setter pushed his companion inside, following close on his heels.

   The restaurant was bustling. People were seated at all the tables and booths, as well as the bar. It was trendy and upscale but had a down-to-earth vibe and friendly atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be smiling, happiness oozing off both the customers and staff. Soft music played in the background but was drowned out by the many ongoing conversations. Upon seeing the two enter, a perky server jogged over, waving two menus around and grinning from ear to ear.

   “We’re full… unless you don’t mind using the outdoor seating,” his tone was dripping in sweetness and Kageyama felt sick just hearing it. Without waiting for their response, he began to lead them outside.

   “That’s exactly what we want to do,” the setter muttered.

   “Swell!”

   Once seated, the server disappeared for less than a minute before returning with drinks and complimentary toast. He waited, tapping his foot, expectations high and patience running thin. Time was money, after all, and he had other guests. With a sigh, he asked, “Not ready yet?”

   Before Kageyama had time to reply, a scowl already growing in full-force across his features, Hinata chimed in, “We’ll need more time, thanks!”

   He scoffed, “Whatever. My regulars need me anyway.”

   With him gone, Kageyama had time to settle down into his thoughts and reflect, but mainly he had time to become even more irritated at the server’s comments. What kind of service was that? His expression got darker by the second, as did the atmosphere. The few other guests nearby sent wary looks over to the table, murmuring amongst themselves and frowning. One even went as far as calling a server over and asking for a takeout box.

   “What the hell was that? What kind of hipster establishment is this?”

   “It’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” Hinata tried to laugh it off, his nerves getting the best of him. “So… why did you come all the way out here, Tobio?”

   After a brief moment of continued rumbling and then a heavy pause, Kageyama replied, “After your lousy confession, I figured you’d screw it up again so I took it upon myself to plan a better one.”

   “Lousy? It wasn’t that bad!”

   “It was pathetic and you know it. You should be happy that I’m taking pity on you and dating you.”

   “How cute. I’ll assume you’re ready to order if you’re able to have a little chit-chat instead of perusing our wonderful little menu,” the server was back, his eyes sharp as he glared at the two.

   “Seriously, what crawled up your ars-”

   “We’ll take two of whatever you specialise in, surprise us, thanks!” Hinata blurted out, shoving the menus into the server’s hands and shooing him away. Once he was out of sight, he kicked Kageyama under the table to regain his attention. With reddened cheeks and a fire in his eyes, he snapped, “Don’t pity me!”

   Kageyama’s eyes softened and his frown ebbed away as he gazed at his partner, a tinge of guilt building in his gut. The conversation once again fell silent as they waited for their food. Neither would maintain eye contact. It was awkward to say the least, and definitely the worst date he could imagine. Wanting to improve the mood, Kageyama racked his brain for topics to talk about. Nothing came to mind so he settled on what he had come to Tokyo for in the first place.

   “I don’t… pity you. I respect you. I respect your determination. You never give up. It’s admirable. I’m not dating you out of pity… I really do li-”

   “Two house specials! Super fresh, super hot, super steamy for two super lovers! Extra delicious and tangy tonight, lovebirds! Enjoy!” The server cheered as he dropped off the food, garnering the attention of the nearby guests. They ooh’d and ahh’d at the two, sending them small, cute smiles and thumbs up. The server was grinning once again from ear to ear. After giving them a round of applause and an impromptu cheer, he skipped over to the next table.

   “I’m getting mental whiplash.”

   “I don’t know how to feel anymore.”

   “This restaurant is the literal embodiment of Hell.”

   “Let’s just eat and go,” Hinata whispered, eyes shifting from side to side as he began to shovel the food into his mouth. With a shrug, Kageyama followed suit.

   As soon as the food was finished and paid for, they didn’t waste time in escaping. This time it was Hinata who led the way, dragging Kageyama out of the restaurant and down a few streets until the crowds dispersed and the noise died down. Without missing a beat, Hinata turned on his heels and jumped on the spot, excitement evident on every inch of his face.

   “That was without a doubt an experience I’ll never forget! Was it a tsundere café or something? That was so interesting but I never want to do it again! Well maybe not never, who knows!” Hinata laughed, the sound echoing throughout the streets and reverberating within Kageyama’s heart.

   “Still a better date than you could have managed.”

   “As if! I have something planned… and it’s super romantic. You just wait and see!”

   With a snort, Kageyama walked on ahead, guiding Hinata toward a park with a trail following the outskirt of a large pond filled with lilies and ducks. Checking every few steps to make sure the smaller male was still behind him, Kageyama walked around the edge of the pond until he found a small bench overlooking the water tucked away under a large tree.

   Sitting down and patting the seat next to him, Kageyama remained silent as he tried to organise his thoughts. He was grateful that Hinata was also taking the time to take in the atmosphere and just enjoying the serenity of the park until he heard a splash and indignant squeal and realised that the idiot was indeed not sitting next to him but had decided to instead harass a duck until he met his much deserved fate in the scummy, dark waters of the pond.

   “Tobio, help!”

   After spending a moment fighting the temptation to just leave him, Kageyama helped him out of the water. With shoes covered in mud and second-hand water splattered on his clothes, he glowered at Hinata, willing them both to disappear. After a few seconds, he gave up. Trudging back to the bench, he frowned when he noticed Hinata hadn’t followed.

   “You look so scary, Tobio! You should smile more. Spend more time chasing ducks and less time yelling at servers. That way you’ll live a longer, happier life!”

   “Shouyou, I really like you. Even though you’re an idiot, I want you to be my idiot.” Kageyama didn’t know where the words had come from, but he didn’t regret them. Hinata’s eyes brightened, stars dancing within them as he leapt forward and ran toward the setter. Kageyama had half a mind to avoid him, not wanting to get more of the dirty pond water on him, but when he saw how bright and happy Hinata was, he had no choice but to catch him within his arms. He held him close, arms wrapping around his back. Placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, Kageyama relished in the blush that exploded across Hinata’s face. “Be my boyfriend.”

   “Of course, Tobio!”

   It was a soft and small smile that crossed Kageyama’s features, sweet and genuine unlike what Hinata was used to and it made his heart flutter. He felt himself getting lost in it.

   “Let’s go home, Shouyou.”

   “To the hotel?”

   “What? No! Don’t be so forward!”

   “That’s not what I meant!”

   “Don’t make things weird!”

   “I meant to say goodbye to Oikawa-san and the others!”

   “I’m sure they’ll understand why we need to go now. I didn’t bring any other clothes!”

   “But shouldn’t I at least say goodbye?”

   “Just text them!”

[fromthewifecage]

Kombatants and a clumsy S/O (aka: Oh shit I just dropped my sandwich on the floor)

This idea for some headkanons came from a silly chat with @gojihime99, and I just had to write something. Also I’m suffering from pretty horrendous PMT this month and occasionally, amongst the anger and annoying fits of sobbing, I become even more clumsy that normal. I’ve almost fallen down the stairs so many times in the last 2 days that I have no idea how I haven’t seriously hurt myself. This includes Erron Black, Johnny Cage (mention of Younger!Johnny but focused on Dad!Johnny), Nightwolf, Bi-Han, Kenshi (yes @malicedragoness, I finally included him for you, sorry it’s not full on filth), Kabal and Kano (again Kano is last so if you don’t like him you can ignore the end). It’s aiming for humour and fluff, with a hint of smut. Hope you like :D It’s quite long so do keep reading after the cut! Erron Black: This man has the reflexes of a magician. He’ll be relaxing with you, an arm slung around your shoulders, one hand stroking through your hair, whilst his other hand will be dancing a coin across his knuckles. You’re not complaining, talented fingers are very useful after all, but it’s unfair that he never seems to drop anything or even have to concentrate on making sure he doesn’t spill his drink when he’s carrying it, your drink, a bowl of snacks, and some napkins because it’s inevitable that you’ll spill said drink at least once. “Noooooooooo!” Erron appears in the doorway, thumbs hooked into his belt, feet crossed nonchalantly and a massive smirk on his infuriatingly sexy lips. “What you dropped this time, darlin’?” “Sandwich.” He snorts and saunters away, spurs jingling, the noise only half covering his low rumbly laughter. Sexy bloody bastard. Well the floor is clean, he knows you drop stuff occasionally (all the time) and so he takes time to mop the floor, all so you can take advantage of the 5 second rule. And he mops topless because it means you’ll get all hot and red and then your clothes will fall off and you’ll both end up fucking on the kitchen worktops. “Noooooooooo!” This time it’s Erron yelling and you running into the bedroom. There you find Erron sprawled on the bed, his smirk even smirkier. “You ok?!” “Looks like I fell on the bed. Gosh darn it.” His smirk curls into a predatory grin that sends a deep aching pulse to your core. Ugh. Stupid sexy bastard. Then ‘oh nooooo’ you’ve fallen too. And your clothes soon fall to the floor. Gosh darn it. Keep reading for more idiocy after the cut...

Johnny Cage: Younger!Johnny has no time for clumsiness and will roll his eyes whenever you trip up the stairs (how is that even a thing? Surely gravity should stop that? Stupid science). He’s a bit of a twat, let’s be honest. It’s when baby Cassie comes along that he experiences his own clumsiness for the first time. Being woken countless times a night and surviving for months on little to no sleep turns the once smoothly graceful man into a stumbling mess. It also shows him how dangerous a home can be and after he’s tripped over a dropped baby bottle seemingly 100 times in one night that he calls in his PA and has the apartment (Penthouse) baby (and sleepy Dad) proofed. Dad!Johnny is a much more understanding and kind man. “Noooooooooo!” Johnny runs into the kitchen, hair wet from the shower and sticking up in every possible direction, towel flapping, fists held in front of him, his entire body radiating green light. “You ok, baby?” You’re speechless, scared and he’s now worried. It’s after a good few minutes of him searching the kitchen, spouting off threats of serious bodily harm that you find your voice. “I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with me I didn’t mean to I’m sorry please don’t Hulk-out!” He’s puzzled at first, and kinda worried you’re unwell. that’s when he notices the green glow lighting up the kitchen. His face flushes red and he’s so damn adorable that you can’t help but pull him into your arms, and when you finally get him to tell you about the ‘glow’ you just about die with happiness. You wake him up the next morning wearing all the green clothes you own. “You ‘Hulking-out’ now, sweetheart?” “It’s my way of glowing, you know, cos I love you too.” Maybe you didn’t need to dig out that ill fitting green shirt, because he has that off you in mere seconds, and everything else you’re wearing. Neither of you leave the bedroom until you really need a sandwich. And he offers to make it this time. Nightwolf: He’s not one to comment on any clumsiness, that would be mean and the last thing he’d ever want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or ashamed of something you can’t really control. If you repeatedly drop or squish things he’ll rearrange his home to make it easier for you to move without bashing your hip into the edge of the table, repeatedly. He’ll think about why you might be clumsy, are you not paying attention, or is the table possessed by an evil demon who likes to watch you hurt yourself on it’s sharp corners? Maybe you’re overly stressed by your job? He wants to help, he wants you to be happy and besides, if your hip is sore then that might get in the way of rolling about naked together in the forest and that is not ok. “Noooooooooo!” Nightwolf runs into the kitchen in the most heroic way, hair loose and majestic, an axe tightly held ready to vanquish whatever is making you shout. He finds you pouting at a happy Kiba licking at the floor. “Are you alright, my love?” When it comes out that you’re sad because you dropped your sandwich on the kitchen floor and Kiba snaffled it in one big bite, Nightwolf is stunned. He puts down the axe and pulls you into his arms, stroking your back and trying oh so very hard not to laugh. “I’ll make you a new one, and we can go outside and watch the sunset whilst you eat it.” Nightwolf is the best. Especially when he’s butt naked and howling with pleasure into the night as you ride him, sandwich forgotten and uneaten in the picnic basket he put together. Bi-Han: The man can move as silently as smoke and as fluidly as water, so honestly, your clumsiness does annoy him. But he does admire that you don’t make a big deal (usually), that you clean up any mess, and you don’t ask him to modify his home to suit you, rather you accept you’re going to bash your hips against the edge of the table, or hit your head when you open a cabinet when looking for his secret chocolate supply (he’ll deny he has one). If you’re living together or at least spending time together out of bed, then he has actual feelings for you, so accepts your clumsiness as part of you, and wouldn’t dream of asking or trying to get you to change. He loves you as you are, clumsy dork or not, and you love him just the way he is, a big scary (sexy) assassin. “Noooooooooo!” Bi-Han saunters into the kitchen. He’s an exceptionally skilled assassin, he can tell if there is someone else is in the house, and it’s just you, and from the sound of it, you’ve dropped your sandwich. He leans against the doorframe and watches you sulk. “You’re cute when you pout.” You have to stomp over to the fridge to hide the smile that tries to erase your pout. When you find you’ve had the last of the cheese you really do pout. Bi-Han just grins that infuriating gin of his and nods towards a bag on the table. Inside is cheese, crisp salad leaves and your favourite bread from your favourite bakery, all the way over the other side of town. He knew you were running low on supplies and didn’t want you to go hungry. You reward him with a long lingering kiss and don’t even mention the blood smear staining the bag. Best not to. Plus Bi-Han has his hands under your top and you’d really rather not distract him from that. Kenshi: He would never deliberately intrude upon your thoughts without your express permission, but sometimes, especially if you’re thinking hard or are emotional about something, your thoughts project too loudly to ignore. There are also times that Kenshi feels he has to read your thoughts, for example if you’re upset or he’s genuinely worried about you. Your clumsiness confused him at first, he’d hear shrieks or thuds, you’d wince if he pressed against a bruise as his hands explored your body, and it took him breaching his own rules on telepathy and reading your mind to see what really happened. So he was relieved to find that you were not in danger, no-one was hurting you or making you anxious enough to lose focus and hurt yourself; you just lost focus on your surroundings, weren’t spatially aware of your own body or were paying attention to something else enough to walk into the wall, again. “Noooooooooo!” Kenshi strolls into the kitchen as the sandwich levitates off the ground and back onto the plate you’re holding. “My hero!” You squeak and rush to hug him. He’s a fantastic hugger so you barely need an excuse to wrap your arms around his wiry frame. The sandwich starts sliding off the plate again so Kenshi calmly hovers them both onto the table to let you hug him tighter. “Was this just a ploy to get me in your arms?” You laugh and hug him tighter. “No, but would you object if I tried it in the future? Or we can just pretend I’ve dropped my sandwich and you can still be all handsome and heroic and save me from possessed food?” His laughter is silenced by your lips pressing to his own and hands that tug at his crisply pressed shirt. His smile is too beautiful not to kiss. Kabal: Not only is he a speed demon, but he’s graceful as well. Quite how he can zip around at speeds so fast Sonic would be jealous AND manage not to knock anything over and avoid pedestrians is frankly unfair. At the start of your relationship he’ll zoom around moving things out of your way, but after you explain it feels overly protective and nannying, he stops (unless you're in serious danger). He understands your need to feel free, to grab onto any small chunks of personal freedom that you can, and admires that you can accept your ‘flaws’. He does tease you about it if you bump into something, but gently and with a smile, and he knows you can’t resist his smiles, so it’s doubly good, right? “Noooooooooo!” He’s there before you finish groaning out your frustration. “You ok?” “Dropped my sandwich.” He can’t help but laugh. “And there was me thinking it was a monster. Kinda hoped it was a monster so I could show off and slice it into pepperoni so you’d swoon and offer me anything I wanted for being your saviour.” “Oh, is that how it is?” You grin and grab a hold of his shirt, tugging him to press against you. He raises an eyebrow and grins, eyes sparkling. “You want me to get on my knees and show you how grateful I am for you rescuing me from the big bad sandwich?” It’s after you both breathlessly get to your feet having rolled around on the kitchen floor, that you notice what happened to the sandwich. Kabal jokingly offers you the bum-flattened bread. You both end up on the floor again when you tell him you’d rather eat his ass. Kano: Drop his stuff and he’ll get pissed off, drop your own and he’ll laugh. And if you drop food then he’s fully into the 5 second (or minutes/hours) rule. Food is food, and when you grow up dirt poor then a little bit of floor on your sandwich isn’t enough to throw it away. If you’re in a casual/fuck buddy thing with him then he’s not going to see you enough to witness your clumsiness, but once he develops feelings for you and wants you around, he finds pretty much everything you do cute and lovable. “Noooooooooo!” Kano barrels into the kitchen like a sexy (sexier?) crocodile Dundee, knives out, tits out, red eye glowing menacingly. He’s used to all manner of fuck off deadly shit in Australia, and in Russia you may not have ‘death on eight legs’ or Jaws waiting mouth open in a puddle, but you do get bears, wolves, and angry bastards who’ve run out of vodka. “You ok, love?” You pout and point to the floor. Your meticulously made sandwich (and you’d been thinking about it all day) lay on the floor. “Well, whilst you’re down there, love?” His grin is filthy and despite the horrendous line, you laugh. “Oh no, think it’s my turn, don’t you?” “Don’t have to ask me twice.” For a man his size he is far faster than you’d imagine, and he has his tongue inside you before you can really catch your breath. He even gives you the bigger half of the sandwich afterwards. He’s a softy really.

[this-do-be-therapeutic]

Fall

Sebastian Stan x Reader

A bunch of fluff that will hopefully make you smile.

Warning: Seb is so good???????????????????

A/N: Just like my last one, this both felt super long and super rushed at the same time???? IDEK anymore, man. I hope you enjoy.

If you have any writing tips (like not writing all of your fan fictions at 1 in the morning), I’m open to any and all of them!!!

People love Fall for many reasons. The pretty leaves changing colors, the weather getting cooler letting everyone get ready for hot chocolate and cuddling, Thanksgiving, even the leaves when they fall and get to the satisfying crunchy state. However, that was also the worst part of fall, the leaves falling. I always spent over an hour raking up the leaves that fell from my huge maple tree in my huge yard and the two other trees in my yard, it was so much work, every single year.

And that’s exactly where I am right now, raking up the leaves for my parents because they’re both old and always working. My mom recently got kidney stones take out, so it’s understandable that she wouldn’t want to be dealing with these. My dad was always busy working in his store that he owned with a partner and my brother. Why my parents couldn’t ask one of the other boys to do it, I’m not sure, but whatever.

I’m raking up the leaves, with my rake, like every normal person does, when I hear a loud whirring noise. Like someone running a motor, and the sound of leaves rustling after it.

Okay, so someone is cleaning off their sidewalk with a leaf blower, fantastic. I’m glad people care about others walking on the sidewalk.

I turn to glance at the good samaritan and am shocked at what I see. Not only is that man absolutely stunning in his leather jacket, short brown hair that looks way too soft to be real falling in his eyes, his perfect muscular build that is oh so tasty, but he’s not using the leaf blower to clean the sidewalk. Oh no, he’s using it in his freaking yard?! Who on earth does that? That is not morally okay. I take back everything I said about his stunning body.

Okay, fine, it’s not the worst idea. In fact it’s kind of genius, sort of. But you’d think with a body like his, he’d be fine doing a little work, and I definitely would not mind him doing it. But it’s also kind of dumb. First of all, you can’t really aim with a leaf blower, it’s just air, so it goes everywhere, often times making an even bigger mess than you started with. And it doesn’t make satisfying piles that everyone loves to jump in even when it’s not the leaf pile they made in their own yard and it makes a huge mess for the owner of whoever’s house it is has to clean up and it’s so rude and frustrating and freaking trespassing and GET OUT OF MY YARD, YOU CHILDREN.

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

I continue to stare at him doing that for a few more minutes, torn between swooning and going over to chop off his head (and maybe keeping it in the freezer with some sunglasses, kinda like Medusa, ya know? Because I’m sure his gaze is just so darn captivating I would freeze up the moment he looks at me, wink wink) when he glances up at me. He turns off his darn leaf blower and sends me a shining smile while walking over to my parents’ yard. And let me say this right now, he gets more and more attractive the closer he gets, HOT DANG.

“Hi neighbor. Couldn’t help but notice you checking my girl out. She’s pretty, right?” Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gosh his voice is breathtaking. But who is he talking about? Is this his way of telling me to stop looking at him because he’s off the market without actually having a female around??????

“She? What are you talking about?”

He smiles even wider, as if excited to show me this girl. He lift his leaf blower, using his head to gesture at it a little. “Her name is Ethel. She works real hard and well. Had her for about 5 years now.” First off, that’s a gross name (A/N, I am so sorry if your name is Ethel, I asked my friend for a name and he came up with that and the reader had to think it was gross, love you!), and second, what?

“You... You named your leaf blower?”

“Of course, who doesn’t?”

“Any person with any sort of common sense????”

“I don’t see a problem with it. People name their cars. Anyway, my name is Sebastian Stan.” At least his name isn’t terrible. I kinda like it, actually.

“Huh, well good for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.” I gesture to the yard and my rake before I begin again, the sound of the leaves getting crushed and moved loud and hopefully ending the conversation.

“Wait, what’s your name?” And he didn’t leave.

“Doesn’t matter, you won’t be seeing me again anytime soon. I don’t live here, and I only come when my parents ask me to.” And that’s when it starts to rain. “Freaking hormonal weather...” I curse the rain because it means I can’t finish my work today.

“Shoot, I should get home, get Ethel in a warm dry place, she gets a little finicky when she’s wet.” He smiles again before walking away.

I sigh and sit on my parents’ porch. I took a cab here, neither of my parents are home so the door’s locked, I don’t have a key, and I can’t call a cab because of course my phone decided to die a little after I started raking. So I just sit there, watching the rain pour down on the pile of leaves I had managed to make.

A few minutes of sitting there by myself and Sebastian comes jogging into my yard with an umbrella. “Locked out?” he asks, as if it’s not obvious.

I roll my eyes and respond, “No, I just love sitting in the freezing cold rain without a jacket watching my hard work get ruined.”

He chuckles a little before walking up to me, offering his hand. “Come to my place. It’s warm and unlocked right now. I also make a mean cup of hot chocolate.”

“Tempting, but how do I know you’re not just luring me into your house so you can murder me?” I glance at his hand. It looks rough and calloused. Probably from lifting weights. Those metal bars aren’t exactly easy on the skin.

“Come on, would I do that? With a face like this?” His smile is literally blinding me.

“Yes.”

He sighs, his smile falling a little, making me sad. “Come on, at least if I’m a murderer you’ll die comfortably and not out in this ice cold rain.”

I nod a little. “I guess you’re right.” I reach up and take his hand, his smile back to its original brightness as he pulls me up.

“So, do I get to know your name yet?” He wraps his incredibly warm arm over my shoulder so I fit under the umbrella with him.

“Not until I’m certain you won’t kill me.” He laughs again and squeezes my shoulders gently in amusement as he leads us back to his house. My hand flies to his chest in that action and I can feel his well defined pectorals, taunting me because I can’t see them.

“I guess I’ll just have to come up with a name on my own. How about... Jessica?”

“Oh gosh, can we end this nonsense right now? I don’t want you calling me any actual names.”

“But you look like a Jessica to me.” I shoot him a glare right as he looks at me. “Fine fine, how about Princess?”

“You’re killing me, Sebastian.”

“I think it fits you.” He squeezes me again as we get to his door.

“And how do you figure that?” He pulls his arms from around me, causing me o shiver from the cold reaching where I was used to his warmth.

“So far you have been nothing but a royal pain.” He opens the door before closing his umbrella and shaking the water.

“Wow, thank you so much. That means a lot to me.” Sebastian looks back at me and we both just stand there, looking at each other, his face no longer having his beautiful smile. Instead, he looks thoughtful and serious.

“That’s exactly why I said it. I couldn’t possibly risk upsetting the princess.” He continues with a straight face for just a few more moments before bursting out laughing and telling me to go inside with his arm. “Please, come inside. Ladies first.”

I scoff, just thinking ‘That’s what she said’ as I walk in. When I first walk in I see the living room. A love seat against one wall across the TV on top of a little dresser thing, most likely full of movies, consoles, games, all the works a stereotypical man would have. Between the TV and couch is a coffee table, a vase of yellow roses in the middle of it. In the corners of the room are lamps and other plants.

“Please, have a seat. I’ll bring you something to drink.” He shuts the door and heads into what I can only assume is the kitchen. I take a seat on the couch, enjoying the softness on my bum.

Sebastian comes back around 5-10 minutes later with 2 cups of a steamy beverage. He takes a seat next to me and hands me one. Hot chocolate, I soon realize. “Thank you, Sebastian.” He nods silently, watching my reaction as I blow on it before taking a small sip. At first, all I can feel is it burning across my tongue and down my throat, but the after taste is magical. It straight up tastes like caramel Lindor chocolate truffles. “Holy heck, that is amazing!”

He sets his own cup down with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. My mom taught me the recipe. She is a magical woman. She would have liked you.”

“Oh? How come she isn’t around to like me?”

“She lives in Romania.”

“Romania? Is that where you’re from?” He nods, his hair that had been tucked away falling back into his face. My hand shoots up to tuck it away so I can see his beautiful eyes better. “Do you miss being there?”

“Of course. My family is there, and many of my old friends.”

“How come you moved here, if you liked it so much?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just felt a pull to move across the globe. Maybe it was your soul telling mine it missed me.” He smiles sheepishly and looks down.

“Do you really believe that stuff?” He nods again. “That is so disgustingly cute.” I smile when he looks up again.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know that?”

‘No, not many people tell me that. I guess I don’t do it that often.” I lean my head against the back of his couch. “Not many people try so hard to get me to smile.”

“Well then it is their loss. Your smile is breathtaking. Thank you for blessing me with your smile, Princess.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“Y/N, that’s my name.” He hums softly.

“I think Princess fits you better.”

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Horroria || yandere!jungkook

Summary: Jungkook had met you in junior college, that was his first interaction with you, years past by and Jeon Jungkook still knows your whereabouts. Stalker much? Not in his eyes.

A/N- Hello lovelies ! Here’s a brand new story, let me know if you like it, It’s a part of Yandere BTS, and first up its Jungkook <3 This story is inspired by this song. Also S/O to @yeontanismypresident for continuing to inspire me <3

Published: 06/05/19

‘You’re the sunlight that rose again in my life,” it’s a mantra he always repeated to himself. It was from one of your favorite Kpop songs. Of course, Jungkook would use it as motivation. If it had any significance to you, he would’ve most likely done his research to know everything about it. Jungkook always had a obsessive personality, he would obsess over anything that amazed him. For instance, when he was in college he had picked up photography. Learning everything he needed to know to capture beautiful and intricate photographs. At that time, he had enjoyed taking wildlife and surreal photographs of people that would walk down the sidewalk at the downtown plaza. Animals, that would randomly stare off, not noticing the humans that surrounded their environment. He lived for these captured moments.

That was one of the hobbies, he knew you liked. He would capture photographs of you without necessarily making himself known in your view. He liked how selfless and innocent you seemed. Even though, he knew you had a bit of a rebel side. Noticing you one night, while you silently exited your house, without trying to wake up your parents as he was undercover, followed you to and from the party you had been invited to. He took pictures of you, as you adjusted your hair before stepping into the doorway of the house where the party was being thrown. He watched as you greeted your friends, how your smile would envelop everyone in sight, even him. His heart melted against his ribcage, he knew one day you would be his. But, not now. He knew you weren’t ready yet. So, he gave you time. Which gave him time to get his plan perfected, he couldn’t afford any slip ups in his plan. Oh no no no no, he definitely couldn’t. Everything had to be perfect.

For his [y/n].

He watched you from a high tree branch, he had secured himself to the trunk with rope and made sure in case he drifted off he wouldn’t pummel to his death. He watched you from his binoculars, capturing the moment with his high tech camera. He captured you dancing away to the music that was blaring from the speakers. He watched as you downed several shots, just because everyone else was drinking them. He scoffed, he didn’t like it when you tried hard to fit in. He didn’t think it was necessary to do that. ‘Aish,You don’t have to succumb to their actions,’ he thought. Nodding disapprovingly he continued to watch you, he began to note what he needed to leave for you on your nightstand so you wouldn’t wake up with an undeserving hangover. ‘She’ll thank me later,’ he thought to himself as you had fallen back into his sight. You had dropped yourself on a couch that was off to the side in the living room. Jungkook locked eyes with your body, he watched you as you wiped off sweat from your neck and your forehead. He swallowed some of his built up spit, Jungkook never really knew what intimacy really felt like. He had his round of one night stands but they were never you. He knew that when you and him would finally get that chance, that sparks would fly and the big lady would sing her heart out. He would fantasize about you calling out to him, wanting him to be deep inside of you. Wanting his body with yours.

“In time my sweet [y/n], we will finally be together. I just have to get you to see that,” Jungkook murmured to himself.

The party was coming to an end, Jungkook had untied himself and safely climbed down from the neighborhood tree. He placed his binoculars back into his backpack, and placed the camera’s lanier over his neck. He proceeded to walk towards the house, he walked past you, slightly bumping into your shoulder, he grabbed the hood of his jacket to cover his head. You were waving goodbye to your friends, assuring them that you would make it home okay, when you felt a heavy shoulder hit your side. You looked to see who it could be, but saw a guy with a hoodie on, you waved at your friends goodbye, and then you were walking towards Jungkook’s direction.

“Hey you! Hey!” you yelled out, trying to get the mysterious male’s attention. Jungkook recognized your voice and his entire body stiffened up. He couldn’t believe that you would easily call out to a stranger, but he wasn’t any stranger, he was your future boyfriend he reminded himself.

[y/n]reached the mysterious male, placing a hand on his covered shoulder, “Hey, you need to watch out where you’re going man, you could’ve taken my shoulder with you.” You giggled, stabilizing yourself from pummeling to the floor. “There’s a chance I might’ve had too much to drink,” You hiccuped.

Jungkook smirked to himself, you were very silly when you were drunk. He pushed his hoodie off of him, and looked at you with his doe brown eyes. Your eyes fluttered at his gaze, “Whoa, you’re cute.” You gasped placing your hand over your mouth, eyes blowing up in embarrassment, blushing over what you had accidentally blurred out. Jungkook shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to bump your shoulder like that.” He had finally answered, hoping he could have the courage to continue talking to you. “Oh, well then it’s good that I reached you then, instead of my initial plan of following you to your house and egging it,” you chuckled, running a hand through your hair, “phew, I’m hot.” Jungkook’s eyes bulged out, and looked at you with concern, “You were thinking of egging my house?” He chuckled, smiling to himself, my [y/n] is silly, he thought.

“If I Had to take matters into my own hands, yes.” He chuckled, looking down at his feet and back at you when you abruptly stopped, “Wow, I didn’t think I was going to get to my house so fast,” You giggly stated, placing your hand out to him to shake. “I’m [y/n], and I believe we’re neighbors.” Of course my darling, I’ve known you for so long, I love you, Jungkook wanted to say, but instead said, “Yeah, I think we had a class together in junior college, I’m Jungkook, I live right up front,” he tenderly grabbed your hand and you both shook it. You flashed him a smile, and he did the same. “See you around,” he said, running a hand through his hair to get his bangs out of the way.

[Y/N] was in awe with him, even in her drunken state, before she got a chance to get another word out, in a blink of an eye he was gone.

Jungkook rapidly made a run for the side of [y/n] house, leaving her behind in a frazzled phase, ‘it’s okay, she needs me to do this for her,’ Jungkook thought to himself, climbing the tree that had an elongated tree branch that was directly next to your bedroom window. He knew you always kept the window unlocked. He softly opened the window, making sure not to make so much noise to disturb your parents. Jungkook loved coming to your bedroom, he could smell your presence, making himself feel like he knew you. He grabbed his backpack trying not to drift from what he was supposed to be doing. He grabbed the aspirin bottle and a closed water bottle and placed it on the nightstand, with a little note saying drink me.

Hearing the front door being unlocked he knew that was queue for him to leave, “sleep tight my angel,” he whispered, taking a last look around your bedroom before making his way out your bedroom window, to climb down the tree.

He chuckled to himself, when he remembered a moment where you had almost caught him. He thought that could be a story he could share with you, when you finally got together. It was like a ritual for him, watching your parents leave and then waiting for you to get picked up by one of your girlfriends.

It was like clockwork,

7 am: your bedroom blinds would be opened.

7:15am: Your mom and dad would walk out right behind each other, waving goodbye to you.

7:45am: You would walk out, with your backpack strapped behind you, locking the door and making your way to the bus stop.

8am: He would walk across the street and climb the tree going into your bedroom.

One morning, he had climbed the same tree that he had climbed everyday. He looked around your room, smelling the candle you would ignite every evening. Looking at the pajamas you had haphazardly left on the floor that morning. He always skimmed through your stuff and made sure to not move anything out of place. When suddenly he heard the front door open. “Holy shit! She shouldn’t be back yet,” Jungkook muttered, grabbing his backpack and heading out the window he had originally came in from.

[Y/N], opened her bedroom door cursing at herself for forgetting her language arts notebook. “You dimwit, you need this for class.” For 4 years straight, Jeon Jungkook tried his best to not get caught, he was too in love to stop.

                                                     4 years later 

“[Y/N] make sure that those files are on my desk before you leave, I need them signed and sealed. We have our big break tomorrow,” your head editor explained as she grabbed her suitcase and walked out of the office. “Yes ma’am,” you answered before you got a chance to turn around and ask her about your project. “Aish, she’s always leaving in such a hurry,” you whined to yourself.

You sat down on your seat, straightening your skirt underneath. You huffed, and pouted scrunching your face as you placed the documents that were separated by a paper clip inside each individual envelope and licked it closed. Once you were done, you haphazardly packed them together grabbing them and proceeded to walk towards your boss’s office. She had left it slightly opened for you. You thanked the gods, you would’ve been screwed if she had closed it behind her. Placing the heavy envelopes on her desk you huffed, “fuck this is heavy,” You sighed, ‘I really hope I get my big break tomorrow,’ You thought to yourself, as you closed her office door behind you.

You were working at your dream place, almost had your dream job, head editor. But, you sucked it up and instead became the assistant editor. You had been at this office for 2 years, and tomorrow was going to be the day your work was finally going to get recognized. Your boss had told you, there was going to be an opening for another head editor and to keep working hard that you could probably be picked for the job. Keeping your hope alive, you did as told. Made sure everything was done on time, made sure you took notes at every meeting. Stayed behind late at night to finish projects before their due date. Making sure your boss looked good at all times. It was super exhausting but you did it anyways.

You packed up your stuff, placing the heavy duffel bag on one shoulder and your actual purse on the other. You pushed your chair under your desk and cursed under your breath, ‘I really need to empty out this bag and just carry what I need, shit.’ You slowly walked to the main door as your heels echoed throughout the building, pushing the heavy door open you let it go behind you as it auto locked. The sun was starting to set, ‘must be getting late,’ You thought to yourself, as your eyes adjusted to the leaning darkness.

You made your way to your bus stop, since that’s the only transportation you could afford at the time, with all the debt you had accumulated. You leaned against the sign and placed your heavy duffle bag on the concrete floor next to it. You sighed harshly, all you wanted to do was get home, and strip out of your tight formal clothing and heels. When suddenly you felt an arm come around you and a saw a rough looking hand come close to your face, “ What the actual-“ You were cut off by a towel covering your nose and mouth. Your scream was muffled, “It’s okay sweetie, I got you. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you,” Your eyes widened, you had heard that voice before. But, where? Before, you could pinpoint who he was, your vision started to blur, “It’s okay, [y/n], Jungkook’s got you,” and once again your screams were muffled and your eyes fluttered closed, and that was the last thing you heard.

                                                    Today

‘ Wow this is gonna be so much fun ! I can’t wait till everyone shows up. ‘ you grinned as you rearranged the chairs in the backyard. ‘ Honey, where do you want me to start setting up the food at? ‘ he asked you, as he closed the bbq pit. You slightly scratched at the side of your head and hummed, placing your closed fists on each side of your hip. ‘ Uhm, I think I’m going to have to make more room. I will be right back, ‘ You scurried, back inside looking for a spare table you knew you had hidden somewhere. Think think think, where could it be? You thought. You looked in your bedroom and the kitchen and it was nowhere to be found. You huffed, pouting in disbelief that your table was now lost. Suddenly, something shiny from below you shined into your sight, and your curiosity winning, making you follow in its direction. As you followed, it seemed as though the light just kept getting farther and farther away. ‘Hey ! Let me reach you.’ You hollered at the light, suddenly you felt a hand grab your arm from behind, not wanting to turn around, you stilled in your steps. ‘Let me go,’ You muttered. “I can’t do that,” the voice answered, deep and rough.

You gasped out of your dreams, blinking various times as someone got close to your side, “[Y/n, are you okay? You must’ve been dreaming.” He softly spoke, feeling worried that maybe you were feeling ill. “What the fuck?! - When- Wait.. who are you? How do you know my name?!” You yelled, as you tried to move back from his grasp, but not being able to go far due to being tied down. “No, my angel, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Jungkook tried his best to speak to you, in the calmest and softest voice he could muster. Trying to reach for your cheek, you scampered back, “Don’t!” Jungkook sighed, retracting his hand back and softly rubbing down his wrinkled jeans. He stood up and opened up the curtain that neatly kept the room dark. “[Y/n], look at how nice the weather looks, once I explain everything, we can probably go out and enjoy it, whaddaya say?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “you must be kidding me!” His head tilted slightly, “jagi, why are you so upset?” He walked to the side of the bed, “do not call me that!” You sternly stated, “and why wouldn’t I be upset? You literally have me strapped down.” You muttered, tugging at the straps that were buckled down around your wrist.

Jungkook sighed and slightly chuckled, “its for your own protection, I don’t want you leaving me.” His eyes wandered around, until they finally connected to yours.

Your gaze softened, “you might have the wrong person, I don’t even know who you are,” you pleaded to him, your eyes threatening to spill. Jungkook felt his heart break, ‘how could she not remember me,’ he thought to himself. “[y/n], jagi we went to the same junior high, we were even neighbors,” his voice cracked a little at the end, he could feel all the emotions wanting to explode out of him, he reached for your hand and this time you let him envelop them in his own. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to explain everything to you okay?” He softly caressed your hand.

You nodded your head, and continued watching him. He had black hair, with a side parting that left his bangs fall on his eyes. His muscles protruded out of his fitted t-shirt, and his veins stood out every time he would flex his arms. His hands felt slightly rough, but not enough to show he worked in a hostile environment. You couldn’t figure it out, “are you sure it was junior high? I would’ve remembered you,” You emphasized, as you tried to straighten out on the bed, but was constricted.

He chuckled, your eyes widened, ‘ that chuckle,’ You thought to yourself, ‘I’ve definitely heard that before.’ And without even thinking, you whispered, “Jungkook.” His eyes instantly brighten and his smile made an appearance, “jagi, you do remember me?” Your heart instantly sank, your eyes blew up, “no no no no no, this can’t be happening,” you tried retreating your hand from his but he just tightened his grip on you. “I had a restraining order on you, after I caught you in my bedroom, a week after we had met.” Jungkook sighed, “it was my mistake, you weren’t supposed to be home that early,” he rubbed the back of his neck, and returned his gaze back to you. “I just never understood why you were- still obsessed with me,” you added, trying to remove your hand from his once again. “You need to stop, or I will make you stop,” he threatened, intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeaked, pushing back on the headboard. “P-please don’t hurt me, I will do anything you say okay? Just let me go please,” You whined, feeling the air in your lungs escape you with no defeat.

Jungkook sighed, “now why would I do that? I finally got you to myself and I’m not planning on letting you go any time soon.” Tears began to stream down your face, “please,” You pleaded once again. “ I won’t tell anyone I promise, I will forget everything I saw-“ before you could finish your sentence Jungkook had pinched your jaw between his hand, “ Listen closely, I’ve loved you for so long, 4 years to be exact. I’ve stayed away for long as I can. I love you, I want to take care of you,” he stated, sitting upright and keeping his eye contact with you. “I won’t tell a soul-“ you muffled out. Jungkook was growing irritated with you, “I’m not gonna hurt you my sweet [y/n] but my patience is growing short,” he groaned out, squeezing your jaw slightly tighter. You couldn’t hold your sob in any longer, “Jungkook please, I just wanna go home. Let me go home,” You sobbed in between your words. Jungkook groaned in frustration, forcefully pushing you back, hitting your back and the back of your head on the head board hard. “Fuck,” you whimpered, biting into your bottom lip to suffocate the pain you were endearing.

You neared your legs closer to your chest, and placed your head into it, trying to muffle your cries. Jungkook perked up, “I think I know what’s going to help you calm down my dear sweet [y/n],” you didn’t dare look up from your folded knees. He began to hum, humming a tune you were oh so familiar with. “Please don’t,” you answered out loud. Jungkook ignored you, “oh you want me to sing it for you jagi? Okay, at your request.” He ran his hand through his hair, trying to push his bangs away from his eyes. He walked closer to you, scooching on to the bed beside you, he ran his fingers down your hair and slightly down your back, he continued the ministrations on your hair, and began to sing. 

You began to scream, “leave me alone ! Please, I don’t want to hear the song,” you looked at him as your tears just continued to fall, “this is our song babe, of course I’m gonna sing it for you.” He released his hand from your hair, and stood up. “I’m going to leave you, so you can listen to me serenade you. I’m gonna go get my speaker, don’t go anywhere.” He wiped away a couple tears but you forcefully moved your face from his hand.

“I JUST WANNA GO HOME!”

“LET ME GO HOME,”

You continued to yell, as you watched his silhouette, disappear behind the door. Your screams, were muffled from his singing.

“JUNGKOOK!!!”

[im-a-star-boy]

Movie Night

Ahhh! There isn’t enough Parksborn in this world!! Enjoy!

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Summary: Harry convinces Peter to do a movie night, and he learns a fun fact about Peter.

1905 Words

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“Come on, it’s just a movie night. You can skip patrol for one day.” Harry pressed, looking both hopeful and irritated.

Peter sighed dramatically, leaning back on his bed, considering the idea. “But what if something happens?” He argued weakly.

“Nothing will happen. You already went on patrol after earlier today either way.” Harry reassured.

Peter huffed, knowing he was right. He let out a small whine, having a mental dispute between what his head wanted, and what his heart wanted. Harry sighed heavily, before walking towards the boy. Peter glanced up at his boyfriend, before yelping in surprise as he picked Peter up bridal style. “Harry!” He cried out, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Movie night!” He shouted, as he carried Peter to the living room.

Peter laughed, as Harry unceremoniously dropped him onto the couch. When Peter attempted to stand up, Harry tutted him loudly, demanding he, ‘stay here and relax for once in his life.’

Peter let out a heavy breath, and leaned back into the couch without argument. When Harry returned, he was carrying Peter’s duvet, two of his pillows, and a number of smaller blankets that had been stashed away in closets. Peter couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Harry carrying six blankets and two pillows. “Peter, it’s winter. Spiders can’t thermoregulate you know, don’t think I haven’t noticed you shivering in class constantly.”

Peter felt his face heat up at the comment. He noticed that? “Of course I did.” Harry replied.

Peter looked up. “I said that out loud?”

“Nope. I just know that look on your face.” Harry sighed, as he wrapped Peter in the duvet like a burrito. “Now, you wait here while I make some hot coco and popcorn.” Harry.

Peter let out a heavy sigh. “Alright. But I get to pick the movie.” 

“Always hon.” Harry called back as he entered the kitchen. 

The smaller boy flushed slightly at the pet name, before he began to fiddle with the hem of the sweatshirt he’d stolen from Harry. The shirt was easily two sizes too big for him. It was also a size too large for Harry.

“I thought it would shrink in the wash Peter!” Harry whined.

“Well it obviously didn’t!” Peter replied, doubling over in laughter.

Harry gave him a pitiful look, before looking down sadly. The sweatshirt that Harry was wearing draped just past his hips and overtook his hands. Peter couldn’t help but giggle and step closer to Harry. “Don’t worry. You still look great in it.” He promised. “You look great in everything.”

Peter had stolen the sweatshirt a few months after, when he realized Harry was never going to wear it. How could he not steal it? It smelled just like Harry! He leaned over and grabbed the remote off of the end table and began scrolling through the channels. He finally settled on ‘Tangled’, which had just started. He paused the movie, and waited, listening to the sounds and smells that enveloped the house. Popping popcorn, the kettle whistling from boiling water, hot chocolate pouches which were opened too early, and Harry. He closed his eyes, and felt a small rumble in his throat. He relaxed into the feeling. When the realization finally dawned on him what it was, he shot up in disbelief. “You okay, Pete?” Harry asked from the kitchen, having seen him shoot upwards.

Peter made an unsettled noise. “Uhh- yeah. Yeah I’m okay.”

There is no way I was just… was I just purring? He looked down, feeling his face warm. He’d caught himself unintentionally doing it from time to time. He researched it and found that, yes, some species of spiders do purr. Peter’s face heated even more. Oh god how am I going to hide that from Harry, if the second I relax I just start purring? Before he could dwell on the topic any longer on it, Harry walked over, holding two mugs of hot chocolate that were practically overflowing with marshmallows and a large bowl of popcorn with M&M’s mixed in it. Harry handed him his cup silently, and nestled down beside him. He held his cup carefully, not to spill it, as he wrapped himself in the blanket, and pulled Peter close. Peter snuggled closer to Harry without hesitation, who simply smiled in satisfaction, and wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulder. Peter nuzzled into the crook of Harry’s neck, and sipped his scalding hot chocolate. Harry made a shocked noise. “Peter- it’s still hot!” He yelped, grabbing Peter’s drink, taking extra care not to spill it.

Peter glared at Harry, who carefully situated the popcorn and M&M’s between them, and put his drink in his lap. “You’ll burn your tongue.” Harry chided gently, holding it for the moment.

Peter rolled his eyes. “I didn’t chug it. It was a little sip!” Peter sighed, leaning over and stealing his drink back.

Harry gave him a hesitant look, before sighing. “Don’t burn your tongue.” He repeated.

Harry took the remote and unpaused the movie, keeping a close eye on Peter, who still sipped his steaming drink. The movie began, and Peter unconsciously snuggled closer, much to Harry’s delight.

Half way through the movie, when the popcorn and M&M’s were already finished, and their cups were discarded in the sink along with the bowl, Peter had snuggled so close to Harry that he was practically in his lap. He was leaning into Harry’s side, as Harry’s arm was wrapped around him, carding gently through his hair. Harry only noticed the small sound emanating from Peter’s lips towards the end of the movie, when Rapunzel had her hair cut off. His hands froze, as he stared at Peter. Still, the small ‘prrrbprrrbprrrb’ didn’t stop escaping Peter’s lips, and Harry began to feel the vibrations in his arm from the purr. “Oh my god…” He whispered.

Peter glanced up at him, still purring, before realizing what he was doing. “Oh shit.” He said aloud, before he repeating much louder, the small sound disappearing.

He threw the blanket off of him, and jumped off of the couch, making Harry whine slightly at the loss of warmth on his side, before he realized that Peter was running. He quickly threw the duvet off of him and sped over to Peter. “Peter wait!” He shouted, grabbing the shorter boy’s arm, and pulling him to his chest.

Peter made a noise, and attempted to squirm out of Harry’s grip. “Harry let go!” He cried out.

Harry only squeezed harder, keeping the other held firmly to his chest. When Peter failed to escape he whist whimpered, and stood there, his arms slacking to his side. “I know it’s weird, please don’t make fun of me…” He whimpered.

Harry simply giggled, giving Peter another squeeze. “You purr!” He chirped happily in a sing-song voice.

Peter flushed a dark red, very much resembling his suit, taking Harry’s giggles as a taunt. “I know…” He murmured.

Harry couldn’t help but grin wider at Peter’s squeaky voice when he replied. He pulled back, letting Peter see his ridiculous grin, before replying, “Big cute.”

Peter’s face flushed even darker, if that was possible. Peter raised a confused eyebrow. “Harry- it’s weird!” Peter yelped.

“Then by god it’s weird in the cutest way possible.”

Peter stared at Harry, before realizing that Harry wasn’t making fun of him. When he realized that, he couldn’t stop the small giggle that escaped his lips before he face planted into Harry’s chest, beginning to sink into a giggle fit. Harry giggled happily along, pulling Peter even closer, and peppered his face with small kisses, and squeezed him happily. “C’mon. Let’s go finish our movie.” Harry giggled happily. 

Peter flushed, but nodded. When the two finally situated themselves together, Peter had started to purr again. Instead of trying to run off, now he just snuggled closer, his face red with embarrassment, as Harry happily ran his fingers through his boyfriends hair. When the credits rolled around for Tangled, the two began watching Aladdin. Now, Peter was actually on Harry’s lap, leaning into the boy who had one of his legs on top of Peter’s legs, and his other leg wrapped around him, keeping him trapped. Peter was leaning into Harry’s chest, one hand holding the blanket, the other on his chest. Harry was still running his fingers through Peter’s hair, while Peter purred happily, beginning to doze off. The moment was ruined when the door opened. Peter shot up in surprise, accidentally headbutting Harry in the chin, who cried out in alarm. “Hello boys.” Aunt May laughed, seeing Peter’s knee-jerk reaction. 

“Uh- hey Aunt May!” Peter yelped, seeming surprised before he cupped Harry’s face worriedly. “Oh god oh jeez oh god- are you okay Harry?” He asked worriedly.

Harry laughed. “I’m okay Peter. You just surprised me.” He reassured, smoothing Peter’s hair, before pulling him close to his chest again. 

Peter began to ease down, as Harry massaged the base of Peter’s neck. “How was work Aunt May?” Peter called tiredly, yawning.

“Oh the usual.” She called back. “How are you boys?” She asked, seeming cheerful.

“We’re good! Just watching movies.” Harry replied, as he began to run his fingers through Peter’s hair again.

“Oh! That’s nice. What movie?” She asked, still in the kitchen.

Peter began to purr at the contact, and he eased into Harry again, finally relaxing back into their original position. “We just watched Tangled, and we just started Aladdin.” Harry explained.

“Well that’s adorable. Now you boys remember, don’t stay up too late. It’s already 11:30.” She warned.

Harry looked over his shoulder in surprise. “Really?” He asked, shocked by how late it already was. 

Granted, that wasn’t late for the boys. 4am was late for them. But it felt like it was just 7:25 and they were walking home from the cafe where they met up. “Do you hear that?” May asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts.

“Hear what?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know… it’s this little rumbling sound.” 

Peter’s face paled when he realized it was him purring. Harry smirked, and didn’t stop running his fingers through his hair. “No, I don’t hear it.” Harry sighed.

May hummed curiously, listening. Peter covered his mouth, a small attempt to muffle his purrs. When he realized that the noise came from his throat, he quickly pressed his hand to his throat. The purring sound died out slightly. It must have been enough, because May simply hummed. “It’s gone.” She sighed. “I guess I am getting old, hearing things and all.” She said laughing happily.

“You’re not old.” Harry argued.

May laughed. “Oh you. I am old and I know it. You boys be safe.” She said through her laughter, as she walked down the hallway.

After she disappeared into her room, Peter pulled his hands off his throat and mouth. “Asshole!” He snapped softly.

That didn’t stop the purring sound in his throat, which Harry couldn’t help but laugh at. “You love me.” He teased.

Peter huffed, and leaned into him. “I’d sell you to Satan for a corn chip.”

Later that night, when Peter had fallen asleep, Harry had snuck a video of him purring happily in his sleep, while ‘A Whole New World’ played in the background.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t listen to it when he couldn’t sleep.

@fandomgirl158

[cherryblossomchangbin]

It’s Better to have Loved and Lost... Pt.19

Word Count: 1492

Jisung didn’t sleep that night. How could he? This was the best possible outcome he could’ve ask for - a second chance. Despite that, he was sure he’d never been this nervous before in his life. What if he messed things up even more?

Minho’s night wasn’t much better. He kept Hyunjin awake with him most of the time rambling about his worries like: “What if I get there and want to just turn and run away?”

Meanwhile, Hyunjin had his own worries. What if Jisung finally recognised him? What if that made things hard for everyone? Or worse... what if Jisung brought Chan? 

10:55am came around quicker than any of them wanted. Minho felt his heart drop to his stomach as he entered the coffee shop with Hyunjin. It was almost time.

“I’ll get you some water,” Hyunjin smiled as Minho walked towards their usual table in the corner, “you’re shaking enough as it is without adding caffeine into the equation.”

Minho huffed as he sat down although he was glad for the day it was. The coffee shop was always littered with people on a Saturday- especially midday: friends catching up, families enjoying a day out, students doing homework. The shop offered a great atmosphere for any occasion. It was small and quaint with chocolate coloured walls and wooden floors, dim spotlights hanging from the ceiling, black metal garden chairs surrounding square tables that often had to be moved together to fit more than two or three people. The counter always had a bunch of delicious-looking cakes and pastries just begging to be eaten, the menu written in bright colours on a giant chalkboard hung behind the cash register, and the same handful of friendly staff who always had a smile on their face and an ear to listen to those that simply needed someone to talk to. Minho loved this coffee shop. When he first moved to the city he had gotten a job there and quickly made friends with the other new employee - Hyunjin.

They both wanted to save money to get their own place- Minho was staying with his cousin and Hyunjin wanted to move out of his parents house. Although they quickly discovered that maybe making coffee wasn’t the best thing they could’ve done. Being tall and clumsy, Hyunjin would often trip over things and spill the drinks; meanwhile, Minho wasn’t the best at remembering more than one order at a time and would mix up the flavour syrups or miss a customer out of a group order. They tried their best but to no avail. However, in the time that they were there, the two of them became close, found out they had similar interests and eventually came to the conclusion that both their problems would be solved a lot quicker if they became roommates! Not long after (and with the help of the other staff who couldn’t help but admire their determination to try and do well), they found a cute little apartment just around the corner. One good thing led to another as this was followed by them finding new part-time jobs at a dance studio they had joined a couple of weeks earlier.

10:59am. Jisung stood outside of the coffee shop, staring at the large brown doors, almost frozen in place. There was a part of him that just wanted to run away. To forget this whole thing ever happened and hope that Minho didn’t hate him forever. He also wanted to go in. To meet Minho and hope things turned out good. He willed his feet to move, to take a step, to go in one direction or the other. This was definitely more nerve-wracking than he had imagined it would be.

“Come on, it’ll be okay!” Chan said quietly, offering him a reassuring smile. Jisung took a deep breath and nodded before forcing himself through the heavy doors. To Jisung, the shop seemed wistful - a place filled with unfulfilled dreams and forgotten promises. The dark walls almost suffocating the already small space, everyone talking over each other creating a grating noise like nails across a chalkboard. Then there was him. The reason Jisung was here. A small wisp of light amongst a crowd of disarray. Minho.

The moment their eyes met the rest of the world disappeared. The room was silent. The chaos was calm. This was the moment they had so anxiously been anticipating and yet it somehow felt easier now. Jisung slowly made his was over the table, Chan following quietly behind.

“H-hi..” He muttered when he got closer. Minho gave him a small smile as he stood to greet Jisung and his friend.

What happened next was something Jisung never imagine possible, while Chan had apprehensively foreseen. Hyunjin stood from the table and turned to face the two boys that had just walked in.

“Hi, you must be Jisung?” Hyunjin said, acting as if he had never met them before.

Jisung just stared for a moment, trying to wrap his head around the situation that was unfolding in front of him. After a second, he nodded in answer to the question, “Uh yeah.. This is my friend Chan.”

Chan raised his hand, giving a small wave, “We should uh.. Give you two some space.”

Hyunjin agreed, picking up his coat from the back of the chair, and said to Minho, “We’ll be just over here if you need us,” before following Chan to sit a few tables away.

Minho and Jisung both sat down without saying word. It wasn’t a completely comfortable silence, but it also wasn’t uncomfortably awkward.

“So…” Minho started trying to make some kind of conversation.

“I’m sorry… “Jisung blurted out. “I mean..”

“I know what you mean,” Minho smiled making Jisung feel a bit better.

A few more minutes passed in silence. A more bearable silence this time. That wasn’t to say, though, that they weren’t still nervous. Minho repeatedly pulled the sleeves of his jumper down over his palms, playing with the loose strands of fabric around the edges; he would stop every now and then to take a sip of his drink. The familiarity of the coffee shop brought a small sense of ease and comfort to him- enough so that his unusual quietness was the only nervous tell he had. Jisung, on the other hand, was more visually nervous. His leg shook under the table, his eyes willing to look anywhere except the boy in front of him; side-eyeing the strangers that sat close to him, he felt uneasy about being in this situation in a public place- partly out of fear of being recognised.

“This is… uh… a nice cafe,” Jisung said only just loud enough for Minho to hear.

“It’s a coffee shop…” Minho said nonchalantly.

“Wait, there’s a difference?” The dumbfoundedness in Jisung’s voice made Minho giggle as he looked down at his hands, shaking his head a little. A small smile tugged at the corners of Jisung’s mouth upon hearing this - ‘cute’ he thought. Out of no-where, Jisung’s stomach growled. He had been too nervous to eat that morning and the lack of food had finally caught up to him. A bright red blush ran across Jisung’s face at the sound while Minho’s little giggles turned into louder chuckles.

“I think your stomach is trying to tell you something,” Minho joked.

Jisung let out a small laugh, still slightly embarrassed by the whole thing, “the cakes by the counter do look good…”

“Do you like chocolate?” Minho asked, suddenly causing Jisung to give him a look of obviousness - who doesn’t like chocolate? “Okay, give me two seconds!” He stood up and walked over to the counter, muttering something quietly to the cashier. When he returned to the table, Minho had a satisfied smile on his face as he set down two plates of chocolate cake and some napkins.

“What-” Jisung barely got a chance to ask what was happening before Minho interrupted.

“This is the best chocolate cake you’ll ever try! Trust me!”

With that, the two began to eat. One bite and Jisung’s face lit up with delight. “Oh wow… that’s amazing!” He quickly shoveled another couple of bites into his mouth pausing when he heard Minho snigger. “What?” He mumbled through the food.

“You, uh… have chocolate on your nose,” Minho pressed his lips together trying to suppress his laughter. Jisung tried to cross his eyes to look down at the tip of his nose.

The sight before him brought one word to Minho’s mind - idiot. The thought was accompanied with a delicate smile on his face and admiration in his heart. “Here,” he said reaching for a napkin to offer Jisung; except the other had the same idea. Their hands brushed together -  Jisung’s shaky, cold and rough; Minho’s steady, warm and soft. A perfect balance. Catching each other’s eye, a shy atmosphere settled around them as they lingered there for a moment.

[uglypastels]

✏ My fact is that I have an obsession with Lisa Frank stickers and art even though I'm almost 17. The title I have for you is; "Eyes as bright as the stars and heart as big as the sun" sorry if it's to long, I can send a different one instead.

I did switch up the title. Hope you don’t mind. I was really inspired by it, so I didn’t want something else. 

It turned out to be a bit longer than a “short” story. Hope you Enjoy!! 

The Sun, the Stars and the Moon // Tom Holland

Tom stirred in his sleep. Frustrating images flashed before his eyes before he jumped up, waking himself up. His hand reached up to his heart, while the other for the hand of (Y/N). She didn’t even budge, her chest rising and falling slowly as she breathed calmly in her sleep. The opposite of Tom. He had to close his eyes and count to ten before his breathing stabilized. The hand clutching on to his heart stopped shaking. His skin felt clammy and cold.

(Y/N) turned, still sleeping. Tom let go of her hand so she could fall to her side more comfortably. He loved watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and sweet. Her hair falling around her face perfectly, enveloping the pillow her head was resting on.

With his face in his hands, Tom fell back into his own pillow. He exhaled deeply. There was no need to worry. Everything was great. He was still in bed, the love of his life right next to him. It was just a stupid night terror. Just like the ones he used to have when he was younger. He had to just shake it off and go back to sleep.

Only he couldn’t. Half an hour later, and Tom was still wide awake. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cute snores of his girlfriend. It wasn’t even that bad, he thought. The problem now was that after the long period of just laying, not doing anything, his mouth had gotten incredibly dry. He needed a drink.

Careful not to made any harsh noises to wake (Y/N) up, Tom pulled off the sheets from his body and got up. The warm summer air felt tight around him. Quickly, but quietly, Tom walked towards the door and opened it hoping it wouldn’t crack this time. He only turned on the light in the hallway after he had closed the door. His eyes had to take a moment to get used to the brightness. Once they did though, he walked to the kitchen, still as quiet as he possibly could.

When he finally reached the kitchen Tom didn’t bother turning on the lights in there. He knew his way around that part of the house perfectly and, anyway, there was still some light shining through from the corridor. He could see just fine.

That was proved wrong by the first step he took. When he stubbed his leg against a chair. It took everything in his body not to scream out in pain. He had to think of (Y/N). He didn’t want to wake her up at… Tom turned to look at the clock on the oven… At 12:49 am. This was going to be a long night. He knew it.

Ignoring the pain, Tom walked to the fridge. He opened it just to stare at it blankly, forgetting what he wanted to get in the first place. He closed it, a bit too hard. The loud smack made him cringe but also remember what he came to do. Drink, he needed something to drink. Tea? That’s what people drank when they couldn’t sleep, right?

The cupboard above his head flew open as Tom pulled at the handle. The smell of various sorts of tea that (Y/N) had bought over the months filled his nostrils. Not really thinking much about it, he picked one of her favorites. He got a mug and then poured some water in the boiler. Then, it was just a matter of a few minutes. A few minutes that Tom gladly took as an opportunity to search for a late night snack. He knew that they had some biscuits stashed somewhere.

Too busy looking for the sweets, he had almost missed the point where the water boiled to its max. The boiler whistled and Tom had to practically run from the other side of the kitchen to take it off its heater to make the noise stop. Why did kitchen appliances always have to be so loud?

Tom had to get over the fact now that there was a high chance that he woke up his lovely girlfriend. He poured the boiling water into the Spider-Man mug (a present she had given him for his birthday as a joke. But the joke really was on (Y/N), as it was definitely one of Tom’s favorite cups).

When the tea had brewed until it was dark brown, almost black, Tom poured some honey and lemon juice into it. Another thing he had caught up since living with (Y/N). he remembered the first time she had made tea for him and the new taste had definitely left an impression. Even with the lemon in it, the drink was still sweet and in a way that didn’t feel artificial at all.

“Besides, it’s really good for your throat.” she had said and then nudged him to drink the whole thing. Oh yeah, he had been feeling sick that day. He remembered.

With the tea ready, Tom leaned against a counter and took small sips, aware of the temperature of the beverage. It was silent. His body was warming up, but at the same time cooling down, everytime the tea would enter his mouth. Tom felt good. Completely forgetting the reason he had woken up in the first place.

There were soft footsteps in the hallway, and Tom’s muscles tensed. So, he did wake her up after all. (Y/N) turned the corner. Only wearing one of his shirts, barely covering anything really. He saw that before she went out to find him, she had put her hair up in a loose ponytail. She rubbed her eyes lazily and even through a big yawn, Tom managed to make out her words: “Babe? What are you doing?”   

“Nothing, just getting a drink. Go back to sleep.” He nodded off into the direction of their shared bedroom. (Y/N) shook her head in response and did the opposite of what he had suggested. The pitter patter of her bare feet against the hardwood floor announcing that she was walking over to him.

“No, it’s cold in there without you.” she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her chin on his chest so she could look up into his eyes. He gave her a light kiss and she hummed into it. “Hmmm, you taste like honey.” she smiled.

“Do I now?” Tom laughed. She nodded happily, pouting her lips slightly so he would kiss her again. And that is exactly what he did. Their lips brushed against each other with that passion that only two people who deeply loved each other shared. Tom could feel his heart beat faster when she smiled into the kiss. He put down the cup, hoping that he actually did it on the counter and not in mid-air. Now he could cup her face with both his hands.

(Y/N) squealed at his touch. He pulled away and looked worried into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re hand,” she giggled, “It’s hot.” There was a joke he wanted to make about being hot, but (Y/N)’s lips were on his again, silencing him for good. With every second they shared together, Tom fell in love with a bit more. He didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, but he truly did. To both of their dismay, he pulled away from her once again. With a spark in his eyes, he said: “Let’s go for a ride.”

“Now? It’s 1 in the morning.” her laugh was mesmerizing. Together with her touch and her beautiful eyes right in front of him, his legs were like jelly.

“So? C’mon let’s go on an adventure.” He gave her a playful Inuit-kiss.

“Okay, fine. Where do you wanna go?” Before Tom could answer she did it for him, “Ooh, I know, let’s go to an empty field!”

“Oh, how romantic of you,” Tom said sarcastically. “What do you plan on doing there? Killing me?”

“For your information, Thomas, if I would ever murder you, it would be the most romantic murder in the history of… murders.” Tom laughed at her comment. “And yeah, I do think that my idea could be rather romantic, actually.” She let go of his waist to cross her arms.

“An empty field? Please enlighten me how that is romantic.” He mirrored her actions. She smirked, accepting the challenge.

“It’s August, shooting star season! We can go to a dark field and watch the stars. Who knows, maybe we will see something.” It annoyed Tom how good she was. This did sound romantic. He hated how she was always right.

“Okay, yeah. That sounds nice. Let’s go.” he took her hand, pulling her back into the bedroom to get dressed, leaving the cup of tea completely forgotten.

________________________________________

After a half hour of driving through some little roads away from the city, they finally arrived at a deserted field. Not a sign of human life around. It was pitch black. The only real source of light was the white moon above their heads. The clear summer sky was perfect for a night of stargazing.

They got out of the car and lay down on the bonnet. They lay there, hand in hand, her head resting against his shoulder, looking up at the stars, waiting for the comets to fly by. They lay in silence. A pleasant one. Because they didn’t need to talk for the other person to know that they loved them.

It didn’t even take that long before the first star passed their eyes. It was big, leaving a light blue tail behind in the sky.

“What did you wish for?” she asked, still looking up at the stars, not seeing that Tom was looking at her, pouring all the love he had for her out right there.

“It won’t come true if I tell you that,” he answered. Even in the darkness, he could see her roll her eyes.

“Fine, do you think it will come true, though?”

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” he slid down the hood of the car onto the ground. (Y/N) sat up. Not that she could see him any better if she did. Tom still appreciated it. It gave him the possibility to stand in between her legs. She put her arms around his neck. They shared one long kiss before she let him speak his mind.

“Alright, here it goes. Honestly, I had a whole different thing planned for this, but when you kissed me - back home in the kitchen - I couldn’t wait for a second longer. Every moment that I am with you, I fall in love all over again. With your smile, your quirky little habits, your lips, your body, your personality… everything. You are everything to me and I love you.”

“I love you too.” he knew she was smiling. He didn’t have to see it to know. He heard it in her whisper.

“I love how your eyes are brighter than any star that is above us and how your heart is bigger and warmer than the sun. You are the kindest, funniest, sweetest person I have ever met.” He put his hands on her hips so he could pick her up from the car. She swung her legs around him and started giggling. With a turn to the left, so they were parallel to the car, he put her down.

“I’ve already said it before and hopefully you will let me say it till the end of our lives because that is how long I want to be with you. For always and forever. (Y/F/N), will you make me the luckiest man alive and be my wife?” He waited for an answer. It seemed like an eternity. His eyes had gotten pretty used to the darkness so he could make out the shape of her face and the faint features of it. He tried to look for an expression. Any sign of feelings.

But before she could respond, there was a flash of bright light. So pure that it almost blinded him. Everything turned white in front of him. His head hit something. But it wasn’t hard. In fact, it was as soft as a pillow. Simply because it was.

He opened his eyes just to be greeted with Harry's. “Finally, you’re awake. Been trying to get you up for the last twenty minutes. Gotta go get ready for set.” He walked away, leaving Tom extremely confused. Where was (Y/N)? Where was he? What happened to the field they were on?

Only when he looked out the window did he realize what was going on.

The New York skyline greeted him, the rising sun breaking through the steel jungle of buildings. Yes, now he remembered, he was in America, shooting his upcoming movie. Of course, everything that happened was just a dream. He had said goodbye to his best friend, (Y/N), a week ago in Venice, when she flew back home to London. Still not knowing anything about Tom’s true feelings for her.

The End 

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Answer all questions for ask game about your cats!!(I'm dying for knowing about ash and Sabby pleeeaase!!😍)

Oh my goodness girl, so many, but okay.

1. Name? Ash and Sabrina2. Fur colour? Ash has grey fur on his back, with white markings on his face and white on his belly. Sabrine is the same, but with black on her back, and a special marking on her face.3. Any family you know (other than you)? They are related by blood as brother and sister, which is cute I think :)4. Age? 21 months old (my babies), which is around 17 in cat years5. Favorite toy? They love playing with cardboard for some reason, it’s super weird. There are cardboard scraps all over my house. And, according to Ash, Sabrina’s tail is his FAVOURITE toy.6. Nicknames? Ash: Ashy, Ashy baby, baby boy, pretty boy, foofy boy, crazy boy. Sabrina: Sabbi, Sabrrrrrrrrrina, Miss, purrty, pretty girl, baby girl, fluffy girl,  Miss desperate and more7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Ash is both of those and Sabrina is neither. Sabrina is too good for you. How dare you be in her prescence? But also, freaking pat her already, she’s desperate, people!8. Length of fluff? So long, omg. The flooofiest. Ash is the fluffiest, just covered in clouds of fur. Sabrina’s fur is long but a bit sleeker.9. Any funny habits? Does eating things they’re not supposed to count? Or the fact Ash always wants me to walk him to the food and keep him company while he eats. Sabrina’s habit of turning around and forcing your hand into her face is a nice one.10. How old were they when you met? 9 months. BABIES11. What does their food bowl look like? They have a conjoined bowl which is bright green and a water bowl with little fishies on.12. Indoor or outdoor cat? They’re allowed to go outside, but Ash prefers to be indoors where he can move and lounge around without cause, where as Sabrina loves exploring outside, she kept escaping when I first got her, lol13. Recent picture?

Sleepy babies.14. Old picture?

BABIES15. Cuddly? Reasonably so. I’m the only one they really let pick them up, but they don’t mind sitting beside you or on your bed and stuff. I actually think it depends on their mood, or how hot it is on the day.16. Ever changed their name? YES. I kept Ash’s name, he was called that when I got him from the SPCA. But Sabrina’s original name was Scamp which we didn’t like because such a name is not appropriate for royalty.18. Eye color? Yellow/green19. How do they express love for you? Ash follows me around the house, Sabrina walks up to me when she comes in from exploring. Both like to be in my room when I wake up. They’re really nice cats. Also, tolerating me picking me up is definitely a sign of love.20. How do you express love for them? HEAPS of pats, feeding them good food, and by telling them all the time through long blinks and actual words.21. Any theories on what breed? I don’t really care about breeds, honestly. What matters is what kind of personality they have, not their genetics.22. Do they ever wake you up? YES. Recent time Ash woke me up: He was meowing for me to get out of bed so I went and saw he had a mouse. Sadly, I was not surprised by this. Recent time Sabrina woke me up: Came into my room and started ripping up my homework, lol. Silly girl.23. How much do they meow? They aren’t super loud, but Ash will meow when we go to get his food because he’s happy about it and wants to communicate. I always meow back. Sabrina’s meow is more squeaky, lol, and she does it when someone touches her unexpectedly of when she comes inside and sees me, or when she’s been picked up and she doesn’t like it.24. Any hiding spots? Ash likes to lie beneath the table and my chair, etc. Sabrina will hide behind the couch occasionally. They have both hidden beneath stools because the fabric will hang down to cover them, bu their paws and tails peek out so I always know they’re there.25. Do they enjoy guests? Depends. A hoard of screaming children? Hell no. A lot of people in one room? Nope! They’ll be in my room the entire time. One person carefully introducing themselves? Okay, now you’re talking.26. Lofty objects to sit on? The back of the couch. Various window sills.27. Wear a collar?(and describe collar?) Yes! They have matching collars. Ash’s one is blue, Sabrina’s is purple. They both have a magnet on to get through the catflap.28. How much shedding? Inevitable with such long-haired cats. There is so much cat fluff all through the house.29. Do they enjoy brushing? Sabrina LOVES brushing. Will purr the entire time, will make you feel so special. Ash hates it. Will only let me do it, and I still will come back a little scratched and bitten. He’s a vicious boy. I love him.30. Ever drink from the toilet? Lol, yes. They leave paw maks on the bowl. But Sabrina prefers to drink from the sink. She’s more proper that way. Sometimes, they even drink from the bowl.31. How do they get your attention? For Ash, meowing usually does the trick. Sabrina, you can call her sometimes but it’s best just to go up to her.32. Embarrassing thing they’ve done? Ash fell out of a window. His face, omg. He was so ashamed.33. Weirdest thing they try to eat? Ash likes to eat peas. There’s no try about it, he does it. Sabrina likes to try to eat paper and cardboard.34. Are they like your siblings, children, or friends? They’re my children. My babies.35. What time do they eat breakfast? Whenever they want. They self regulate their eating.36. Do you cut their nails? No? Why would I do that? How else will they scratch their foes?37. Do you think they understand you? Yes. Of course.38. Ever make fun of them? Of course. Ash can be so stupid and violent (He’s an Ed Nygma, lol). Sabrina pretends to be all innocent and perfect but she likes to play just as much and is SO desperate for the pats.39. Do you take their picture often? When I feel like it. I like taking pictures of them.40. Ever hiss at you? Not really. Last time I heard Ash hiss, it was because a baby was crawling towards him and Ash felt trapped and didn’t want to hurt the baby, so he was trying to tell it to go away. I don’t think I remember Sabrina hissing.41. Ever try to scratch or bite you? Yes :) Attack babies. Ash has no hesitation, loves clawing and biting. Sabrina Will claw to stay attached to you or to bring your hand closer to her face for PATS.42. If you try to grab their paw, what do they do? If they’re in a good mood, they do nothing. Otherwise, Sabrina will pull away, and Ash will bite you or scratch you or both. 43. Do they ever eat bugs? SO MANY BUGS. They don’t discriminate, if you are bug they are eating you. They bring them in to play with before they have their meal. They’re a bit sadistic, although I’m sure Sabrina would protest me saying that. The favourite is Wetas, which are exclusive to NZ as far as I know.44. Canned or dry food? Dry food. It’s better for their fur.45. Weight? Ash is heavier, around 7kg or so last time I checked. Sabrina was closer to 5kg. But it’s been a really long time since I checked.46. Ever got lost? Nope.47. Do you buy them presents? I am their present. I am a gift.48. Do they respond when you call? When they want to, lol.49. Do they ever see other cats? There are other cats on the street, but they don’t like each other.50. Declawed? NO!!!!!51. Funniest expression? Ash makes a face everytime he thinks I’m about to give him food. Sabrina likes to look around with her eyes barely open, silently judging you for being in her presence (and not patting her).52. Favorite place to be pet? Face. Cheeks, chin, fore head, FACE.53. Worst thing they’ve destroyed? A whole frozen chicken. We don’t talk about it.54. Give them a head kiss. I did. Sabrina made such a cute, squeky meow that I had to pat her afterwards. Ash was like “wtf are you doing?” I think he’s only interested in food atm, lol.55. What time of the year is most exciting for them? Spring. They go outside lots and the grass is super wet and they get leaves and shit stuck in their fur.56. Are they good at hunting real prey? They have killed two birds and one mouse and soooo many insects. Does that count?57. Do they ever attack nothing? Of course. Especially Ash. He stupid.58. What are they doing right now? Sabrina’s on the chair, wondering why I left her after giving her kiss and pats. Ash is licking himself.59. How long have you had them? About a year. My last cat I had 8 years.60. If you could have them stay as a kitten forever, would you? No. What would be the point? Cats are more peaceful than kittens anyway.61. Ever baby-talk to them? Everyday. They are babies.62. Favourite napping position? Ash is a lover of the C position, or loaf position. Sabrina is a big fan of Ball of Fur position.63. Have you ever stepped on their paw? No.64. Ever tripped you on stairs? Yes, lol. That’s what they get for running like that.65. Any ear hair? They gots furry ears, it’s cute.66. Favourite view from a window? They like to watch the birds nest out one of the windows, Ash especially.67. Describe why they are precious. Because they just are so preicous. Sabrina is so tiny and baby but also attac and playful but she deny it. Ash is stupid baby, scaredy cat but he attack and pretend to be brave and I love my brave scaredy-cat baby.68. Fit the cat stereotype? Some of them, yeah.69. Chaotic neutral? Lol, Ash is chaotic Evil, but Sabrina is def chaotic neutral, even though she claims to be lawful good.70. Do they enjoy following/ keeping you company? Yes, I believe they do.71. Are you their favourite human? Definitely.72. Do they like tv? I think so. I’ve caught them both watching my laptop screen over my shoulder.73. Favourite noise to make? They love to purrr and make their lil meows.74. If they were a Neko Atsume cat, what would their momento be? I don’t know what is is, lol

Wow, so many questions. You now know so much about my cats.