#them: hands in their hair ranting beside their desk

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Last night I had a dream that I only vaguely remember where someone tried to switch hualian and beefleaf but kept failing because too much of Hua Cheng’s character was him being whipped and they didn’t know how to deal with that. I was entirely useless but did find their approach to making Xie Lian gender-fluid interesting (i don’t remember what they did when doing that).

I was basically just sitting there with a sprite I got from a movie theater that was closing (dream right before this one) and being entirely useless as help (but I was entertained)

[headlinerkwan]

something new - j.ww

pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: university!au, e2l, academic rivals to lovers, featuring svt as your friend group, angst, fluff, suggestive - MDNI!!

summary: you and wonwoo have been rivals since the first day you met, everything he did irritated you to no end, and yet, you couldn't escape him and, at a certain point, maybe you didn't want to.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, no one knows how to communicate lol, kissing, suggestive

wc: 5.7k

a/n: wonwoo academic rival bc i love him being all nerdy n shit. i really enjoyed writing this so let me know what you think + if you have any requests for some new fics!! ฅ ฅ

You stare down at your paper, illegible and scattered with doodles and a sharp exhale falls from your lips. Tapping your pen against the table, you wonder how the hell you’re going to pass this surprise exam - a surprise for you at least, apparently telling you must have slipped everyone else’s mind. Someone taps your shoulder lightly, bringing you out of your spiral. You turn to meet the eyes of the stranger sat beside you, his jet black hair is pushed roughly out of his face, allowing you to see his soft dark eyes peer down at you. 

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, clueless as to why he would be trying to get your attention in the middle of an exam. He mouths the word ‘pen’ in response, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes looking at you with pure desperation.  Looking at his desk, you notice the pen next to his hand is broken. You turn away briefly and watch as he lets out a breath of relief and adorns a grateful smile once you appear with a spare pen for him to use. 

It seems like the bell rings almost immediately once you return your focus to your exam paper - shit. Now you’re definitely not passing. The bell sounds vaguely familiar as it continues to ricochet through you, you rack your brain trying to remember where you’ve heard the sound before… oh, it’s your alarm clock. Oh! It’s your alarm clock! 

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Your eyes snap open as you sit up in bed to turn off the irritating tune that your clock had been emitting for god knows how long. It was the first day of the semester, of course you had woken up twenty minutes behind schedule after a cliche ‘first-day-of-school’ dream, what else could you expect?

Arriving at your first class of the day, you find your friend Seungkwan sat strategically in the corner of the semester hall - just far away enough to avoid the risk of being called upon by the professor. You take a seat next to Seungkwan and listen as he begins to rant about his commute. You and Seungkwan have been friends since Freshman year after getting paired up for a group project. Originally, you were fearful that you wouldn’t get along, on the surface you were like chalk and cheese, but you find now that Seungkwan balances you out just right. His bold extrovertism has pushed you to be a little less timid, to actually live and, you like to think that you’ve mellowed him about a bit too.  You wouldn’t mind listening to Seungkwan talk and joke around all day, that’s when he’s happiest so, naturally, you are too. 

Your conversation with Seungkwan comes to stop as both of your attention gets drawn to a loud racket growing a few rows behind you. You follow the noise to find loveable class clowns Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Seokmin. 

“Ah, it's just Soonyoung, so anyways…” Seungkwan turns back to his laptop and continues expressing his somewhat irrational love of drive-thrus . You, however, are still watching your classmates, unable to tear your eyes away from one of them, his dark slightly nerdy features captivating you. 

“Kwan,” you murmur, “Who’s the guy next to Seokmin?”

Seungkwan hums, satisfied, “I was waiting for you to say something, always so nosy.”

You huff gently, knowing well enough that there’s no point in arguing with him, “So?””

“Jeon Wonwoo. Just transferred for his last year I guess.”

“Huh weird, I could've sworn I’ve seen him before.”

Your friend scoffs jokingly,  “In your dreams bro.” 

You sigh again, resting your head on the desk sulkily.  ‘In your dreams’, Seungkwan’s words echo. Wait… Is he… your head whips around to glance at the mysterious man again. No fucking way… Jeon Wonwoo is literally the guy from your dreams. 

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If you had known back then how much you would grow to dislike Wonwoo, you never would have commented on his good looks that first day but, you guess you can’t really blame yourself for not knowing how much of a dick he was. Since you had met, you had tried, maybe too hard, to figure out what you had done to make him treat you the way that he did. Over the weeks you have watched him form bonds with everyone in your class - especially your friends, and you saw how his smile fell and laughter stopped as soon as you made your presence known. It was if you had physically attacked him, the way that his eyes immediately dropped to the floor once you came into view. The thing that annoyed you the most about Jeon Wonwoo though, more than the unexplained icing out, was his brain. 

You don’t like to brag but you pride yourself on your intelligence, especially in academia. You had worked hard to reach the place you were in now, throwing away your teenage years in favor of ensuring a happy and successful future for yourself. Because of this, you work hard to make sure you’re at the top of the list whenever your exam results are released - improving upon yourself and being the best of the best,  that’s what you strive for. So of course, it came as an infuriating shock when Wonwoo knocked you out of the top spot, that smug look on his face and the glimmer in his eyes as he walked past  you that day was something you couldn’t get out of your head. No matter how hard you tried, day and night, the only thing on your mind was Wonwoo and how to beat him.

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“Ok, what can you tell me about Wonwoo?” you are sitting in your campus cafe, your best friend Seungkwan sits across from you as you mindlessly stir your coffee. 

“Why do you always assume I have information on everyone?”

“Because you always do, my favorite gossip.” you reply, buttering him up in hope he’ll give you something, anything. 

“What’s your business with him anyways? Oh…” he gasps “you have a little campus crush don’t you?  That’s why you’re so off around him.” 

“Don’t go spreading false information, Boo Seungkwan, he’s the one who gets cold and quiet when I’m around. Besides, no sleeping with the enemy.”

“He’s the enemy now? Hot.” 

You scoff gently at his comment, rolling your eyes “Just tell me what you know”,  you say laughing. 

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As time goes on, nothing much changes between you and Wonwoo. He becomes a fixture within your friendship group with the boys taking him under their wing and as he begins to pop up in more areas of your life, you learn more about him. You learn about his love for video games and cats, you learn he’s a great listener but can speak for the country when he’s passionate about something. You learn he’s funny and even smarter than you thought. It’s annoying that you could imagine actually being friends with him if he was just nice, you admit you might be able to understand the crowd of girls that follow him around aimlessly if he wasn’t such an asshole. Because, despite him joining your friendship group and you - unwillingly - spending more time around him, he still acted so coldly towards you, no matter how nice you were to him, he never faltered. 

“Split into groups of six, no more, no less and create a presentation applying your chosen theorem to the 21st century.” your professor orders. Immediately the students around you begin to migrate around the room, collecting friends for the group project. You turn to your left to find that Seungkwan is already clambering over the seats behind you to reach Seokmin, Mingyu, Soonyoung and Wonwoo - all four of them cheering on his show of athleticism. 

“Quickly guys! Come on!” the professor calls out from the front of the class. You look around to realise that you’ve waited a bit too long to choose a group for yourself. That’s when you hear your name being called and turn to find Mingyu reaching his hand out to you with that cheesy grin you just couldn’t say no to. 

“We need the class nerd on our team, c’mon!” Soonyoung calls out to you from above.

“We already have Wonwoo though?” Seungkwan remarks with a mischievous smirk. You quickly shoot him a stern, irritated look as his smile is broken by Seokmin elbowing him in the ribs for a reason you can’t quite figure out. 

A few days later, you and your friends (and Wonwoo) decide to meet at the library to brainstorm for your project. You arrive first with Seokmin and Mingyu and find a table just big enough for the six of you. Soonyoung trails along not long after and the four of you play some quiet games whilst waiting for Seungkwan and Wonwoo to arrive. You note that one of the two empty seats is positioned directly across for you whilst the other is out of view. The solution is clear, Seungkwan will sit across from you, at least then you’ll be able to focus on the assignment. 

Once the pair arrive, you attempt to signal to Kwan, strong eye contact asking him to take the chair opposite you. 

“Won, which seat do you want?” He asks the other boy, and you can’t hold back the sigh that escapes as your plan crumbles before you

“I’ll take this one, the lighting’s better.” Wonwoo replies, making brief eye contact with you before pulling out the chair with a shy smirk on his face. 

…what was that about? And when did he get so cocky? 

Soonyoung clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence that suddenly fell over the group and you thank God that he’s here to take the attention off of your exchange with Wonwoo and prompt you to actually start working on the project. 

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Soon enough, you find yourself in a quiet bar across town on a Thursday night. Following your friends’ advice you decide to accept your coworker’s invitation to grab drinks. You tell yourself why not? He’s nice enough, attractive and funny, sometimes anyways. Plus you haven’t got much else going on in the love department - no harm, no foul. 

After half an hour or so of pleasant small talk, you leave the booth and head towards the bar to order another drink. As you trudge across the sticky floor you are stopped in your tracks as a man steps in front of you, blocking you from reaching your destination. 

“Excuse me,” you begin, attempting to manoeuvre around him.

“You shouldn’t be with him.” the man says. 

“Excuse me?” you repeat, this time in disbelief. 

“You heard me.” he says, quieter this time. You lift your head to get a proper look at the stranger’s face.

“Of course you’re here.” you scoff. You push past him, shaking your head as you reach the bar. He follows, not giving up. 

“You don’t suit each other.” 

You laugh, God, he’s so infuriating, who does he think he is?

“Oh please, Wonwoo, like you know the slightest thing about me.”

“Actually I-”

Just then your ‘date’ appears, “Is everything ok?” He asks with a slightly concerned look. 

“Yeah! Just a… classmate.” A false happiness lines your voice.

 “Come on, let's head back to the table.” you say, turning your back on Wonwoo who watches on with a solemn expression.

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Not long after that, you find yourself at the library with your friends almost every day, grinding to get your project completed. You and Wonwoo haven’t spoken about the night at the bar, not that he speaks to you usually anyways. Instead though, you begin to catch him looking at you more and more often, his gaze burning into you, making you heat up and, most importantly distracting you from your work. 

“What’s going on with you and Wonwoo then?” Seungkwan asks one day whilst you do a snack run for the rest of the group.

“What?” you reply, stopping where you are, astonished. 

“Just saying, he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” 

“He’s trying to sabotage me or something.” 

“...Why would he do that? Y’know we’re graded as a group right?” He says, baffled. 

“Whatever.” you reply, turning into the next aisle, fed up of even thinking about Wonwoo, never mind talking about the man. 

Returning to your friends, they circle you like vultures, picking out they’re snacks. It’s a chaotic free for all and you’re left with a candy bar and some chips. Wonwoo stands patiently whilst the others rob you blind so, once the others return to their seats you approach him quietly, avoiding eye contact and place the chips in front of him. He mutters a small “thank you” and smiles gratefully, watching again as you return to your work. Now he’s just being weird, you think to yourself. You can’t help but be curious about what he’s plotting. 

At the end of the study session, the boys decide to head to the bar to reward themselves. 

“Y/N, you coming?” Mingyu asks.

“I’m good, thanks though!” you reply with a soft smile, finding a quiet night watching Netflix to be a bit more appealing today. 

Your friends leave before you, saying goodbye whilst you pack up your stuff. As you shove your laptop into your bag, you can feel someone’s eyes on you and your face begins to heat up at your suspicion. 

“Wonwoo! Hurry up!” you hear Soonyoung whine. 

“Right, sorry.” 

You look up just quick enough to catch him turning away from you and running to meet with the rest of the group. 

Huh, weird. 

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That weekend, your phone buzzes with a string of texts from Mingyu.

Mingyu: Wanna come over and play video games?

Mingyu: (Say yes)

Mingyu: Pleaseee, I’m so bored :) 

You’ve worked fucking hard recently and couldn’t think of a better way to end the week than by playing nostalgic video games with one of your closest friends

Y/N: Don't even WORRY, I’m omw

You respond quickly, pulling a bleach-stained hoodie on and heading for the door. 

You’re sat on the floor next to Mingyu in front of his TV. The room is dead silent, spare some trash talk from the both of you as you channel all of your focus on Mario Kart. As a result, neither of you notice Wonwoo coming in to watch your fierce competition. 

You swear you see your life flash before your eyes when he, watching the screen intently, mumbles “Be careful. Blue shell coming your way.”

His sudden words do nothing but scare the living shit out of you and make you crash into a wall. 

“Oh my god,” you exclaim, heart beating rapidly after his jumpscare, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He looks at you blankly, taken aback by your overreaction, “Oh…uh… I live here.” 

You turn to Mingyu who confirms with his lips pressed together in an awkward smile. 

“Oh. Sorry. You just scared me a bit, my bad.” 

He chuckles quietly in response before walking over to the kitchen and leaving the two of you to finish your race (which you still win, despite Wonwoo’s meddling.) A handful of races later, Mingyu’s phone buzzes, ushering him to go and collect the takeout you had ordered. Standing up, he grabs his jacket and keys but doesn’t dare leave before messing with you more than he already has. 

“Wonwoo?” He calls with a mischievous grin, “Come play instead of me whilst I go get the food!” 

Wonwoo hums a response as he moves to sit down next to you whilst you shoot death glares at your friend, who simply mouths ‘be nice’ before slamming the door behind him. 

He picks up Mingyu’s controller and hovers over ‘Wario’s Gold Mine’. 

“What are you doing?”

He looks at you, confused “Uh… choosing the best map?”

You laugh, “No no, my poor Wonwoo. This is the best map.” You take the remote from him and select ‘Koopa Cape’. 

“Ooh, you’re so wrong.” he replies playfully.

“I’m never wrong.”

“That’s true.” 

You catch yourself smiling as the race starts. Maybe you are wrong, maybe he’s not so bad. 

“Oh my god, hit me with a shell again, I swear to god Jeon Wonwoo.” you exclaim as he surpasses you for the fourth time. He laughs, nudging you gently.

“I didn’t know you were such a sore loser.” 

You look at him, forgetting about the game, “You don't know anything about me.” you say, under your breath. He turns to you, concerned.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” 

Turning back to the screen, you find that Wonwoo has stolen first place from you - again. 

“Fuck.” you mutter, refocusing on the race, watching as a proud smile creeps onto Wonwoo’s face. 

“Wow, Y/N actually lost for once!” Mingyu declares as he returns with the food, “I guess we finally found your match.” 

“Shut up.” you bark back, rolling your eyes and leaning back against the couch. Wonwoo mutters a ‘good game’ before standing up with a smirk and leaving the room. You scoff at his slight obnoxiousness whilst Mingyu sits down beside you and begins unpacking the food. 

“Are you gonna stop sulking and go get some plates?”

“Ugh fineee” you reply jokingly before getting up. 

You’re completely lost in the kitchen, opening every cupboard in sight hoping to find some plates and cutlery.

“You good?” a voice calls from behind you. You look up to find Wonwoo leaning against the doorframe, slightly baffled by your snooping. 

“Uh…plates?”

“Ah,” he says walking towards you, you step back until you’re caught by the kitchen counter. “Just up here.” he continues, reaching behind you to grab the plates. 

He’s so close that, for the first time, you can smell his woody cologne strongly. Your heart speeds up as he places the plates down on the counter behind you, his hands resting on either side, trapping you. 

You look up at him, breathless, as he scans your face. You’re silent, drinking him in, your hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. He lifts his hand, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers against your lips. 

You can only bring yourself to nod in complete disbelief at the sudden shift between the two of you, the magnetism drawing you together. He moves in closer to you, so close you can feel his eyelashes as they flutter against your skin and his breathing grows slightly heavier. 

“Y/N, did you find them?” Mingyu calls from the other room. You’ve never moved away from a person so fast, separating yourself from Wonwoo immediately. You clear your throat, maintaining eye contact with Wonwoo, still flustered. 

“Yep sorry! Just grabbing a drink.” Thinking fast, Wonwoo hands you a can of coke.

“Can you grab me one too?” Mingyu shouts. 

You both laugh quietly as he hands you another. You nod and smile, leaving him in the kitchen and heading back to your food.

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It’s a week before you see him again, your group's last meeting before the final presentation, a chance for you to go over the final details. The meeting is generally uneventful, everyone finally focused on the task at hand. 

“I think if we switch the parts about culture and equity then it would flow better.” Wonwoo suggests.

“Hmm, I agree” you reply nonchalantly because, on this rare occasion, you actually do. 

“What the fuck was that?” Seungkwan whispers to you.

“What?”

“You never agree with him.”

“He made a good point.” you shrug, brushing off your friend’s interrogation. Looking up you catch Wonwoo smiling at you, giggling under his breath like a teenager. You have to stifle the smile that begins creeping onto your face as you watch him. 

“And that is why we believe that absurdism is an essential mindset to have in order to thrive in the modern day.” Seokmin argues, concluding your group project, finally. The six of you share reassuring nods and smiles, you’ve done your best and you’re happy with it, the rest is out of your hands.

As you exit the assessment room, Soonyoung pipes up, “Drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks?” He chants pointing at each of you as he does, the group mumbles a variety of agreements. 

“Y/N?” Mingyu asks.

“Come on, it’ll be fun, try something new.” Seungkwan whispers. 

You look at your friends smiling eagerly as they wait for your response, with an exhale and a nod, you give in, “drinks.”

At the bar, you crowd a small table, each with a drink in hand, talking and laughing about whatever comes to mind. You play games, sharing embarrassing childhood stories and weird facts you never would’ve learnt anywhere else. You are having fun, smiling, peaceful but, something’s off. You can feel it. He’s been quiet all night, barely even looked at you. It was annoying. It was annoying that it annoyed you, a few weeks ago this would have been normal behavior but now, it was different, it upset you, made you feel like you’d done something wrong, made you feel… unwanted. 

Being truthful, you weren’t really feeling it tonight. If you had it your way you’d be on your couch right now watching a film. You weren’t gonna go, not until you saw his cheesy grin amongst your friends’, so sweet you could melt. He was the reason you went out tonight. Him, and Seungkwan’s words, you should try something new. You had never felt so overwhelmed by your own feelings, one minute you felt nothing short of hatred for Wonwoo and the next… your heart is fluttering every time your eyes meet. 

During your daze, Wonwoo gets up to buy another round for the group, the sound of his chair moving snaps your focus back to the table but he’s already disappeared. You excuse yourself to the restroom, taking the chance to talk to Wonwoo whilst everyone else is distracted. Standing beside him, his eyes are fixed on his phone, reading some kind of article. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him, nervous for his answer - you’re not sure what you’ll do either way. He looks up at you, soft dark eyes taking you in. He stands with an unreadable expression for what feels like forever before he finally opens his mouth to reply and then-

“Wonwoo! Come here quickly, settle this bet for us!” Sometimes, you really hate Soonyoung. 

He shoots you an apologetic look and then, he’s gone, just like that. All the courage you had built up, wasted on an unanswered question. Fuck this. You grab your jacket, shooting Seungkwan a ‘don’t worry I’ll text you later’ look and head for the door. You’re exhausted, tired of it all, you just want to be in your own bed. 

As you walk down the quiet streets, you hear another pair of footsteps catching up to you. 

“Are you okay?” 

You look at him. You’re irritable and know that you’re probably not going to say the right thing but what the hell. 

“So you’re allowed to ask but I’m not?”

“No, that’s not- I… I’m sorry, I never know how to act around you, I never know what to say, I’m always doing the wrong thing but I-”

“Wonwoo.” you interject, “I can’t do this right now. Just… just go back to the bar.”

He doesn't respond, a silent understanding. He doesn’t leave either. He walks alongside you the whole way home, giving you quiet to think, offering you a comforting smile whenever your eyes meet. It breaks your heart just as much as it warms it, that he, despite your outburst, stays by your side when you need someone.

Even if you try to push him away, somehow he knows, he knows that you want him there. 

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With the group project over, you don’t see him as often as before, hardly ever when you’re alone. You decide to put him out of your mind for a while, to focus on work and the rest of your assignments. Wonwoo, though, seems to have a habit of sabotaging your plans. 

It started off with simpler things, turning up at your work just to place a complicated order, smirking as he watches you struggle with it. Then on exam week, a bag of your favorite snacks appears at your door. On a random Wednesday, he orders a pizza to your apartment. On your birthday, a small cake. And, there’s not a week that goes by where he fails to visit the cafe, you’ve grown to look forward to his bizarre orders and playful teasing. 

Once the professor announces the end of the lecture, you grab your laptop and walk towards the door where you’re met with a familiar face. 

“Ah, the coffee fairy, what can I do for you today?” you greet him, playfully. 

“Can we talk? I’ll walk you home.” he asks, his voice laced with anxiety.

“Okay…” you nod, curious as to why he’s acting this way. 

Walking through campus, he clears his throat, “So…” he trails off.

“So?”

“So I don’t really know how to say this. I mean, maybe you already know but I mean… I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I upset you, or hurt you, or made you angry. If you hate me, that’s okay I just-” 

“I don’t hate you Wonwoo. Not anymore, anyways.” 

He chuckles softly, “Well, I just want you to know that I don’t plan on giving up I… I think this is it for me,”

“It?” 

“You. I think you’re it for me. I think it was over for me the moment I saw you.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “And I’m sorry about everything. Around you, I just, I forget how to act, I can’t think. It’s all just… you.”

As he speaks, your face begins to heat up under his gaze, a smile appearing on your face as you take his hand in yours hesitantly, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, he stops speaking, pausing to think.

“Wait… what do you mean you don’t hate me anymore?” You can only laugh at his question as he pulls you closer to him. 

The walk back to your apartment is nice, peaceful even, like this is where you’re meant to be. You turn towards him to say goodbye and thank him for walking so far out of his way. He can’t hide his shyness as he says goodbye, stammering slightly with rosy cheeks. You look at him, hoping for more, but his eyes are fixed to the floor as he blushes. You laugh quietly, finding him incredibly endearing before turning away to enter your apartment. 

Suddenly, you feel his hand reach for your arm, “wait.” he says, spinning you back to him. 

The action happens so quickly, you’re basically pressed up against him, one of your hands finding his bicep to balance yourself. You look up at him, it’s clear that he’s still nervous but he’s doing his best to play it cool, his hand rests on your lower back as he pulls you even closer. The way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing he’s ever known, sends the color to your cheeks and you can feel your heart beating faster by the second. 

His other hand finds your jaw as he leans his face closer to yours, his breath tickling your lips. His soft, puppy dog eyes search yours for consent, and just like in Mingyu’s kitchen, you can muster up nothing but a nod, your breathing getting shallower with anticipation, hunger. 

His lips delicately brush yours, cautious and timid. You kiss him back warmly, he tastes like peppermint and cola, both new and familiar at the same time. He leans into you more, growing more confident as you part your lips, letting him explore you further. You fall into a perfect rhythm with butterflies fluttering throughout you and your grip on the other becoming firmer.

Remembering that you need to breathe, you break away from each other slowly. He rests his forehead against yours, sharing your breathless giggles and smiles of relief. 

“Jeon Wonwoo.” you whisper, still in a daze.

“Hmm?” he hums happily.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Only pretty sure?” he jokes, feigning upset.

“100% sure.” you correct yourself with a happy grin.

“Good.” he says, pecking you softly and then pressing another kiss against your cheek. “I almost went insane waiting for you to realize.”

“Realize what?” 

He pulls you into a warm, strong hug, resting his head on your shoulder before whispering “That it was always you and me.”

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“What’s going on with Wonwoo?” Seungkwan asks on your way to class two days later.

“What do you mean?” 

“Something’s different… he’s brighter.”

“Why would I know anything about it, none of my business” you state, biting your lip to hide your knowing smile. 

“Oh come on, don’t act like you haven’t noticed!”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bro, he didn’t stop smiling the entire time he was there, it was weird. He even spoke differently, lighter.” 

You hum a manufactured surprised response as your friend continues. 

“Maybe he met someone, he always talks about that person he’s liked since he moved here, maybe he finally made a move - i hope so I don’t know how much more of his schoolboy pining I can take.” 

Your gaze is glued to the floor as you listen, knowing that you were the reason for all his changes and that he was the reason for all of yours. That he made the world seem new, brighter, happier. 

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“Are you okay? We haven’t talked in a few days.” Wonwoo says over the phone.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my thesis, I feel like I’m never gonna leave this apartment again.”

“That’s okay! I get it,” he reassures you, “talk to me about it.”

He listens intently as you babble about your thesis, humming along, asking questions and offering advice. Whilst you explain the block that you’re facing currently, there’s a knock at the door. Getting up from your laptop to answer it, you continue, “And now, I’m not sure where to go next.”

“With me.”

“Huh?” 

Opening the door, he’s stood in front of you. His dark hair falling perfectly, as he runs his fingers through it, still holding his phone to his ear with a sweet smile and pride in his eyes. 

Hanging up the phone, he clarifies, “take a break, let’s go for dinner.” 

And how could you deny such a pretty face? 

Walking the streets, he speaks passionately as he shows you his favorite spots around the city and you find yourself just happy to be here with him, to witness his excitement with a cheesy grin that you reserve for only a few people in your life. 

“You’re quite the sweet talker, Jeon Wonwoo.” you say, giggling. 

“Of course,” he responds proudly, “How else would I get to have you by my side?” With that he pulls you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you, swaying playfully from side-to-side and holding you as if you’re all he needs with him right now. 

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

The elevator dings as the two of you stumble inside, your arms resting on his shoulders. Looking at him with adoration as he turns you gently, reaching his hand out to clumsily press the elevator buttons behind you. You giggle between kisses as you find your balance, clinging onto each other. You hardly notice when the elevator rings again outside your apartment, too busy with your hands tangled in his hair and his palms running across your sides in painstaking seduction. 

Then he’s guiding you out of the elevator, hands still firm on your hips and not daring to break away from you for even a second. He slips his hand into yours, taking your keys and mindlessly fumbles to unlock the door.

It takes mere seconds once the door opens for him to slam it shut and have you trapped against the wall, he moves against you sloppily, licking into you with pure hunger and adoration, a tsunami of lust as his groans echo throughout your body. 

“Fuck. If you’d just spoken to me on that first day, I would’ve made you mine then and there.” he whispers against your skin, trailing electric kisses down your jaw towards your collarbone. 

You laugh in shock, lifting his lips back up towards yours, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt as you kiss him back feverishly. “Me? No, you were the one who ignored me.” 

“Hmm” he responds breathlessly, turning you around and leading you to your bedroom. Drawn together like magnets, you both stumble across the room, hands and lips battling for the next sweet taste, the next wanting touch. 

“Look how far…” his lips find yours again, “just a bit…” and again, “of communication can go” you finally manage to moan out. 

“Are you gonna stop talking and be mine now or…?” he whines as you drag against his lips. 

You giggle softly as he lifts your arms to rest around his shoulders, pulling you in by the waist before his soft mouth is reunited with yours.

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

You could never have imagined that you would come to find a safe space in Wonwoo. That you would eventually know him better than yourself. That the man you loathed, competed against, fought, would be yours. The man whose presence bothered you would soon be the one to hold your hand through good news and bad. That his happiness was your happiness, his sadness, his pride, his love. 

You never could have imagined that he would be the one waking you up on Sunday mornings with sweet kisses on your collarbone. That, at night you would be drawing idle patterns on his chest. That even after waking up from your dreams, he’d still be there holding you. That his touch was the only thing you craved, his kisses your favorite greeting, his voice your favorite song. His gaze and gooey brown eyes which used to irritate you to no end, would soon become your lighthouse in the storm.  You never could have imagined that you would love Jeon Wonwoo.

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[satorusdiary]

Dating basketball player Eren jaeger.

Basketball player! Eren who has a necklace with your initials, filled with small diamond jewels. Not only that but you have a necklace that his initials, just so everyone knew who was yours.

Basketball player! Eren who doesn’t go to parties, which is unusual since he was the one who would attend all parties that was happening with his friends. Instead, he’s in his dorm room with you in his bed watching some scary movie you begged him to play for what it seemed like forever.

Basketball player! Eren who drives the both of you to his practices. Every day or night, whenever he has practices your coming along for sure. Just so he could see your cute smile sitting on the bleachers, whilst watching him practice to make you proud.

Basketball player! Eren who makes out with you in the hallways infront of anyone who has a crush on him. Just so he could prove to them that he’s only yours.

Basketball player! Eren who looks out for you in the crowd during a game when he makes a shot. Shooting a wink at your direction along with a cute bright smile. He always notices whenever you blow a kiss his way.

Basketball player! Eren who won’t stop bragging about you to his teammates! Whether it would be in the locker room, or in the court while their practicing for their upcoming game.

“Bro, i’m being serious. Y/N is a fucking angel. I love her soo fucking much, did you see how cute she was in my jersey?” Eren rants to his friends, being half naked with a towel covering his bottom half.

Reiner rolls his eyes, and sighs.

“yes eren, i think we know how lucky you are to have a hot girlfriend with an ass.” Reiner blurts out the last part, on accident. Now his eyes are wide.

Eren glares at Reiner.

“I know she’s hot Reiner. But if you stare at her like that i’ll fucking pull up to your neighborhood at three am, i’m not playin’ around.” Eren grunts, slamming his locker closed, sending a strong push of wind towards Reiner who watches his friend leave the locker room pissed off.

Basketball player! Eren who walks you to your classes. Always having an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him, not letting any male besides the guys he’s cool with close to you. After you both make it to your class, he kisses your forehead and your lips waving you goodbye and to have a good class.

Basketball player! Eren who has you on his lap whenever he does attend a party. Most likely he would go if you wanted to go. He’s sitting on a chair beside the pool whilst interacting with his friends, and teammates going over the next game.

Basketball player! Eren who unfollows any girl who isn’t you. This only happened because you mentioned once about how many girls he was following as a joke.

“Rennie.. why is your following count so low on instagram.” You nervously ask your boyfriend who was sitting on his desk doing his homework.

His hair was out of its bun, freely laying against his shoulders. He looked, utterly focused on his homework that would be due tomorrow.

“Jus felt like it. Why should i follow any other girl when they aren’t my pretty girlfriend?.” His smile gets brighter, sending a heartwarming feeling into your chest. Your lover for him always increasing from his actions.

You grin, walking over and sitting on his lap. Eren chuckles at the amount of kisses your pressing all over his face.

“Mwah! i love you s’muchhh.” You pressed another kiss.

Eren cups your cheek, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you more, pretty girl so much more than you know it.

Basketball player! Eren who punches the shit out of any dude who checks you out in front of him. It gets really bad when he needs three of his friends to pull him off of the dude who decided to disrespect you. His girl.

nsfw

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you rough, just because he lost a game for the first time in so long. He has you on all fours, begging him to slow down when his big cock is jamming inside you multiple times. He had one of his hands slither down to your clit to toy with you more, making you arch your back more and cry out his name.

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you against the lockers in the changing rooms after his victory game, just to make one of the players who have a crush on you jealous that Erens the one that’s fucking you. The look on his face never fails to make Eren grin in satisfaction.

His jersey is over you, and is the only thing your wearing while your getting pounded. Your legs wrapped around Erens waist, and him pressing kisses to your cheeks muttering how much he loves you, and how much he would love to have a family with you and marry you.

After that the other player who had a crush on you never showed up to practice ever again.

Basketball player! Eren who gets head from you before a game happens. The both of you are in a small closet, with you on your knees taking Erens cock in your throat as best as you could. Eren, who is standing beside the wall, forcefully thrusting his dick inside your sweet mouth.

Basketball player! Eren who invites you inside his dorm to study, when later on your going to be sitting on his face with his mouth sucking and licking your folds.

Basketball player! Eren who sends the guys who flirt with you a photo of you on your knees giving Eren a blow job. If they manage to piss off Eren more, he ends up sending the boys your guys sex tape just so they would stop flirting with his baby.

Basketball player! Eren who stuffs you full of his cum, and uses your underwear to stop it from leaking out when the both of you are walking bath to a class you both have together. All of your classmates look at you both, noticing how messy you both looked. But they aren’t a stupid, they knew you fucked.

Basketball player! Eren who touches you inappropriately and makes out with you infront of the girls who flirt with him. Never forgetting to introduce you to them, a sad and embarrassed expression playing on their faces as they apologize to you.

“Oh, this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n. Did you she’s going to move in with me once we graduate? Not only that, but did you know she sucked my dick about.. hmm.. 12 minutes ago?” A menacing grin appears on his face.

Basketball player! Eren who cockwarms you whilst you do your homework. It doesn’t take long before you start bouncing on his dick, begging for him to cum inside you.

Basketball player! Eren who takes photos of you filled with his cum, naked with only his jersey on, and on his dick when his cum gets on your whole body. He never fails to keep the photos in his wallet, his binder, and on the mirror in his car.

Basketball player! Eren who always tells you he loves you, and always spills all of his feelings to you whenever you both are having soft, slow, loving sex just for you to feel better whenever you have a bad day.

Basketball player! Eren who makes it clear to anyone who tries interfering with his relationship that you’re his favorite girl. And that you both belong to each other. No bitch is going to ruin that.

[ccraccz]

Hello! I'm I wanted to ask you if you could make a Wind Breaker boys react to childhood friend! Reader moving to or returning back to Makochi and seeing them again?

Or like how are they with a Childhood friend! Reader? (Specially for Sakura, he is my favorite character!)

Only if you want to, obviously!

Characters: Sakura Haruka, Umemiya Hajime, Kaji Ren x GN!Reader

TW: bullying, a wee bit of angst, assault (?), fighting (duh)

FRIENDLY REUNIONS

Sakura Haruka

You were unlike anyone else when he was in his home town

You didn't tell him that his hair was weird

or yell at him that he was a freak like the other kids

He never had a reason to have to defend himself against you

He saw that you tried to constantly play with him, pointing out at the park and asking your guardian to play just for a minute

if they would let you, he would see you attempt to beeline towards him only to be pulled away before you could reach him.

during school over at his home town, students would pick on him and teachers would treat him differently

but you didn't

you stayed indifferent even if it meant getting beat down and having to come back to school to a desk filled with degrading words and a bruised up face and body

He would defend you as much as he can when he sees you get picked on by other students due to you helping him

but right after beating them, he would constantly tell you that he "doesn't need your help", and that "you stop defending him"

Hell... he didn't even know your name...

so when he left, it felt like a a breath of fresh air, the weight of having to protect someone else being lifted off of his shoulders

so when he saw you in Pothos, talking to Umemiya and Kotoha

it was as if ice water was dunked on him

seeing you, a scar on your beautiful face, the same hair style, the same eye shape and color

"SAKURA-KUN! HEEEY!!!" Umemiya calls out when the bell rings, announcing a new customer coming in. In front of the whitehaired male, you sat with an order of fried onigri in front of you and a cup of {drink}, a small blush on your face.

You turn around in your chair. 'That name.. It can't be...' Your eyes are wide as you stand up quickly. "S-Sakura..."

The same two toned hair color, the same heterochromatic eyes, the same pout and blush he had on his face when he saved you for the last time. He still looked the same...

You rush towards, him, being careful enough to not let the chair fall behind you, before tackling him.

"GUH!-" He grunts in response, holding your body to not send you both to the ground, his face bright red, nose bleeding slightly form the fight he just came from, eyes shaking from the sudden affection. He can't comprehend.

"Oh my goodness, Sakura!!" You call out, tears brimming in your eyes, hands gripping tightly "I didn't think I would see you here! Last time I saw you was when..." Your ranting fell on deaf ears as Sakura.exe overheated.

Umemiya Hajime

You always played with him and the rest of the kids in the orphanage

and you didn't judge him like other did when his hair started to turn white due to the stress and trauma he had to g through when he first arrive to the orphanage

Your parents donated a lot of their things when they where going to leave to the orphanage, which meant that you donated a lot of your own things, like your favorite nightlight because you where no longer scared of the dark, or the large amounts of books you had in your room

he was sad that you had to leave, and so where the other children.

but he believes that YOU were the most sad of them all

the memory of you, sobbing into his small shoulder when you told him that your father got a new job opportunity in Yokohama and that you had to move still replays in his mind when he misses you

the cute nightlight that you gave the orphanage was still beside him, using it for when he's awake late at night and reading

so when he gardening around on the rooftop, the last thing he expected was a call from Hiragi talking about how some "Citizen wanting to meet him"

So he has Hiragi and his group bring you to the rooftop of his school for a small meeting

what he didn't expect is to see you

Standing beside Hiragi, you huffed in exhaustion, the amount of stairs taking a toll on both your legs and your lungs.

"So... how do you know Umemiya?" the blond haired teen asks, hand on the nob of the door to the roof.

"Oh! We were friends when we where younger, but I had to leave for Yokohama because my father got a better job opportunity!" You explained, your words being enough to let him twist the knob and open the door to the roof top.

Walking behind him, your tummy churns in nervousness, anxiety running through your veins. Your hands are behind you, not wanting them to express your emotions unlike your eyes.

"Umemiya, here they are," Hiragi speaks up, rubbing the back of his neck with a large grimace on his face. Umemiya was crouched down, a small, blue, towel on his neck collecting the sweat that beaded around his neck and dripped down his face from the beating heat. He turns around when he hears Hiragi's voice, looking behind the male with a large, close eyed, smile on his face.

"Hello! Where you looking for me?" Umemiya asks loudly, before he open his eyes again and see you.

"Haji... I'm back..." Your eyes are wide. The small boy you were friends with was no longer shorter than you, his hair was no longer white atop of black, his smile was brighter than ever, and he was built.

Instantly after the nickname was dropped from your lips, his menacingly large form was in front of you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he lifts you up into the air with a squeal of exitement.

"[name]!!! IT'S BEEN SO SO SO SO SO LONGGG!!!" he calls out in happiness.

From behind him, Hiragi takes a two gaskun-10's, watching the white haired male lift you and twirl around in happiness.

Kaji Ren

You were his first friend in elementary school, being his neighbor had his perks

he would save your when you were bullied, and you would help him calm down when he got a little to heated

he would hold your hand when you both would walk back home and you would bring him extra food from your home when he needed snacks

so when you came over for your weekly play date crying, he was really angry, wanting to know why you were crying

having to move to another city was scary, especially when you don't have your best friend there to save your from the possible bullies you might gain in the new school

So when you left, he was way more irritable and much more stressed, not having you near him to calm him down with your constant affection or words

When he met Hiragi and the rest of the main group that helped him out, it always felt like there was a small piece missing

and the guys could tell that there was always something off. but they couldn't tell what it was

you coming back to your home town in Makochi after years away from it was like a breath of fresh air

what you didn't expect is to be cornered by a group of highschoolers wanting to cause trouble

and he didn't expect to see you again, saving you the same way he used to when you both were younger

It was that same move, that same hairstyle, those same angry but alluring eyes. He was annoyed seeing some stupid group taking advantage of a innocent person, Kusumi and Enomoto right beside him.

"Those damn, fucking..." Kaji mumbled under his breath, standing in front of he gang leader and wiping his face with the back of his hand, Enomoto right beside him. Kusumi stood in front of you, blocking your body and maybe even your view, his frizzy hair catching your eye.

Kusumi quickly types something on his notes app before showing you.

'Are you okay? You seem quite frazzled ( ;´･ω･`)'

You smile lightly, nodding before turning back to the fighting, watching every move your childhood friend did. Every move he did in front of you now was a more refined version of what he did back then. It was fascinating, and almost mesmerizing.

"Yeah, just..." You mumble "reminiscing the last time Kaji saved me when we where younger." Kusumi looks at you before looking down again and taps away at his phone.

'Yk Kaji? ('_'?)'

You chuckle, "Yes I do, we were neighbors-"

CRASH

You sigh. "We were neighbors when we were younger, he used to save me constantly when we were in school!"

'PLZ THAT'S SO CUTE! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡'

"What'rrrr you guys gigglin' 'bout overrrr therrre?" Enomoto asks, his tongue rolling each 'R' in the sentence.

'She was just explaining that Kaji used to save her constantly when they were younger! ( ;´･ω･`)'

You nod along before looking at Kaji, who is frozen looking at you. The stick of his Chupa Chups almost falling out of his mouth as he looks at you. You, who has changed, matured, but also you who is in constant trouble but know that you'd get help. He walks slowly, getting closer to you, almost as if if he were to move too fast, you would run away.

"[name]?" He mumbles, before being hugged tightly.

"I'm back Ren," You say, voiced muffled because of his hoodie.

[Kusumi and Enomoto look at each other before giggling and turning away from the affection you're giving their grade captain.]

A/N: THIS IS ADORBS! LOVED WRITING THISSSS HHHHH I truly truly hope that you all enjoy reading this as much I as I loved writing this!!! (I might start writing for enomoto and kusumi, they're so so so so cute, i just wanna bite them-)

[cupidscrule]

sooo if u could do bullysatosugu x fem!reader u would do me a biiiiiiggg favorrr and thak youuu

PUPPY BABY !

BULLY!Satosugu× afab!reader (no prns r used)

WARNINGS - light bondage, mean Satoru and suguru, slight non con? Reader doesn't explicitly consent but it's Implied, au where suguru isn't a cult leader, p in v, forced blow job, marking, reader gags on their panties

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You were their victim, all throughout highschool and now as a teacher. Still their victim, even though you three had grown up that didn't stop them, Satoru. Suguru.

Fucken assholes, calling you names, making fun of how you look, talked, anuthin' they could.

It was miserable, you couldn't do anything against them either way so it was pointless, the only reasonable person in your life was Shoko

"I swear I'm gonna kill them." You mutter to her dramatically falling back onto her bed, "I know they're annoying " she replies glam in over at you, she was the only person you could TALK to. At least she was always there as a buffer between you and the bastards, always let you rant and scream with her.

They never fucked around with Shoko though, no idea why they won't respect you but they will her.

"I'm so tireddd" you groan leaning back in the empty classroom, your students were currently out on a mission, probobly not dead. Shoko was off doing god knows what and, well there was Gojo and Geto. Honestly it was a pretty good day, they weren't around you; they were doing their own thing. Meaning you get peace and quiet. Which is rare.

"Hey y/n! What's up" the way too familiar voice echos, sound of the creaking door opening. Standing in the doorway the men.

"The hell do you want" you murmmer looking over at them, eyes halflided looking both grosed out and annoyed. Typical reaction to seeing those dicks.

"You looked lonely, thought we'd stop by" suguru said causally, shrugging his shoulders.

"Whatever bullshit your up to, I don't care" you say plainly, to your dismay they don't leave though. Coming up closer to you, Satoru talking about random shit, suguru just looking over at you. You were leaning on one of the old desks, too tired to be bothered to get rid of the pests

Satoru coming up beside you pulling on your hair harshly, slightly whimper comes from your lips

"Oh fuck sugu~ hear that" the white haired one says smirking like a cunt

Pulling away from him, standing a few feet away from them. "Fucken' whore" he whispers small laugh coming from him

" 'toru aren't you being a bit mean to the poor thing?" Geto hums, hands in his pockets. Eyes lingering on the display infront of him

"Nah shes not crying it's fine!! Sugu don't be such a downer " Satoru says fake frown on his dumb little face. Looking back over at you his hand going to grab your face, only to be stopped by you slapping it away

"Don't touch me." You say short, teeth gritting

"Bitch oh you're gonna regret that" he glaring at you, roughly grabbing onto your shoulders pushing you firmly against the wall, his grip tight, nails digging into your soft skin though the fabric of your uniform

Before briefly releasing you, shoving you down. Honestly you're kinda shocked, shocked that he thinks he can just get away with this. But of course it doesn't even MATTTER suguru's standing beside the cunt. They both have a devilsh look on their eyes which made you shudder, brows furrowed at them

"Yknow I've- fuck always been more a dog person"

Fucking humiliation is all you felt, they had you on your knees. Hands held behind your back, gagging on Satoru, even worse was your soaked panties, the fact you were getting off on this

Suguru sat on a chair behind you, holding your wrists firmly, while you were buried between satorus legs, his hand held on your hair gripping it and fucking your sore throat. Only sloppy moans came from you, tears in your eyes

"Shit you crying? What happened to tellin us to fuck off ?" Suguru laughs, using his free hand to rub the tears off your face.

"Mmf- don't even have a gag reflex you really are - fuck a slut huh?" Satoru says, forcing you to take his whole length, feeling his seed seep into your throat.

He pulls out, still semi hard dick in his hand "swallow." He said, watching you, a teary pretty little mess choke it down, face all red.

"Better listen hunny" suguru mutters patting the side of your cheek, you would almost think it was endearing if it wasn't for your situation.

No matter how much you tried you just couldn't make a coherent sentence, just babbles of cuss words.

"F-fuck y- you-"'

"Use your words" suguru says again in that sickly sweet tone

Satoru still up in front of you, looking down at you as if you're a bug.

"I h- hiccup hate- you. " Only words to come out of your mouth, wasn't really what they wanted to hear but it was something !

Suguru letting go of your wrists , releasing you, thighs were pressed together , dribbles of cum coming down from your chin with still teary eyes, awe it made satorus heart melt. For a moment he almost wanted to take away all the pain you were in, but then you wouldn't be crying so what's the fun in that?

"I'll take care of you hm? Alright hunny?" Suguru says, picking you up, bending your down, stomach down and ass up on the cold desk you were sitting on, you still had all your clothes on. Well despite your shirt being ever so slightly unbuttoned. Suguru with ease pulled down your sweats, your white lacey panties soaked, small giggle comes from Satoru after seein' that

"I was just jokin' damn, slutty one aren't ya?"

Suguru gently pulling them off, handing them to Satoru who proceeds to jam them in your mouth, making you taste your own filth, hearing suguru unbutton his pants, running his dick on your slit making muffled moans escape from you

Bullying his dick into your right hole, soft groans is all that's heard in the room, suguru has your legs resting on his hips while he digs into you.

Hands digging into your ass, earning small whines from you

His pace wasn't as bad at Satorus, still sore though. Till eventual you can feel him slowdown chasing his high, pulling close into you and cumming inside, hands still gripped onto your ass making small red marks.

"Cries too much" Satoru says pushing you over onto suguru

"Satoru, be nice they've been through enough ~"

"Mfm-sore- hurt" you whine snuggling closer to them

Huh, maybe they aren't so bad.

PT 2 CHAT?1!!1

[leqonsluv3r]

picnic date with Leon 🥺

love

re2!leon kennedy x f!reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: so much fluff it’s kinda gross, a little touching, mentions of sex, reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, leon is the best boyfriend ever and we love him for that, no physical description of reader except that she has hair, pet names (baby, sweet girl, etc.) based heavily on love by lana del rey (leon is lana coded bc i say so).

“she didn’t know what else to expect to her already worse work week, besides the papers that always seemed to pile up on her desk and swarm her like a colony of hungry bees. she hated her job, wanted to slap her boss and her co-workers. so how could this week get any worse? she thinks it will when her phone buzzes with a text from leon, only to find out if she wants to go on a picnic date this weekend. suddenly, her week just got better by a thousand percent.”

— or reader is having a terrible week and leon decides to spoil his favorite girl

an: thank you for the request, i loved writing something that wasn’t pure smut for once. did include a little seggsy tho (i can’t resist). gave my overworked brain a little vacation lol. i took your idea and ran with it, hope you enjoy <3

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she actually hated her boss. hated him.

aside from spilling coffee on herself this morning before she left for the office, she had a thousand reports on her desks and emails flooding her work inbox. her boss went on a rant about her work performance and the fact that he was almost using his superiority as a manager to make her feel belittled was enough to send her blood pumping through her veins.

but mindlessly, she tried to get through her day. taking deep breaths and trying not to freak out on her boss. only did her day get worse when she overheard gossip in the break room.

“i hear she’s like some prude. her boyfriend only touches her when he’s drunk.”

she listens in on the gossip, pouring herself some coffee that hopefully won’t make its way onto her pencil skirt again. she wondered who they could possibly be talking about so openly in the middle of the day in the break room.

the other voice goes on, one of her coworkers that she knew from working here so many years, “that’s not true. i know her personally. she told me she’s waiting for marriage.”

her ears perk up at this, all the blood draining from her face, she knew they were talking about her now. her worst fears have been confirmed. she should’ve never stupidly trusted someone she worked with to keep such information about her relationship with leon, private.

she felt so stupid. but they kept going and she kept listening. the other women who she didn’t know opened her mouth again, “still, how much of a prude do you have to be to wait until marriage? like just fuck and get it over with already. unless he’s ugly…”

she feels anger rise in her like tsunami. leon? ugly? he could never be ugly. he was so fucking beautiful. how could this random woman even say that about her and her relationship without even knowing her? she kept her back turned and waited for the coworker she was more familiar with to say something.

“he’s actually quite a looker. shame she got her hands on him, if i had a man like that. i would fuck him until he couldn’t see straight.” she fisted her porcelain coffee cup with white knuckles, almost fuming and waiting for steam to pour out of her ears. jesus, she wanted to smack this woman silly, she considered them friends and now she was just so openly bragging to another woman of the company…that she wanted to fuck her boyfriend of two years.

she fumed and briskly left the break room with her coffee, slamming the door to the room shut behind her as she briskly walked back to her office, trying to keep up a demeanor that was professional and meanwhile she was seething on the inside.

she finally reached her office and went inside, slamming the door as she rounded her desk and sat her cup of coffee down on it. she leaned her elbows on her desk, burying her hands into her hands.

she wanted to cry, this week had been terrible and today was one of the worst out of all of them. and she needed to manage to get through it until after tomorrow.

thanking god it was thursday, one more day and she wouldn’t have to think of this place for a solid 48 hours. she took shaky breaths, trying to calm herself so she didn’t cry at her desk at work. she was still fuming from hearing that conversation in the break room about her personal life.

eventually, her phone buzzed on her desk and she looked down at her phone. she sighs and shakes her head, praying it’s not another report or upset client. she can’t handle anymore of that today, or this week for that matter.

she grabs her phone and looks at the contact, it was leon, she sighs in relief and smiles as she opens the text thread, looking at the screen.

LEON <3 : hey baby, just wanted to check in on my break. hope your doing okay, know it’s been a rough one for u.

besides wanting to cry at my desk all morning. first my boss says my reports are useless and utter shit. then i hear two of my coworkers gossiping in the break room about me like it’s no big deal. i hate this place, this week has sucked :(

LEON <3 : whoa, what? oh my god. are you okay? i know that’s so stupid to ask considering everything u just told me but…god. i’m so sorry.

no, i’m humiliated. i feel like stabbing my eyes out with my pencils at my desk. i hate this place, i hate everyone. minus u ofc <3

but seriously, i can’t wait to get through tomorrow and just be done with this place. even if it’s for two days.

LEON <3 : hmmm, that reminds me. do you still plan on coming over on friday night?

uhhh, yeah. considering i haven’t seen you all week. unless your canceling on me. which just makes me wanna cry more :,)

LEON <3 : oh god no, fuck that. i would never cancel on you baby. i just have an idea. and i was wondering if you would like it, considering how stressful and overwhelming your week has been.

i’m listening….

LEON <3 : you still come over on friday night, you pack a change of clothes and we go for a picnic on saturday. i know a good spot. and plus, im a good cook.

you don’t have to…

LEON <3 : but i WANT too. i wanna make my girl happy after having such an awful week. you need this baby. don’t bother arguing with me >:)

fineeee i suppose i could pack an overnight bag, stay the whole weekend at your place. go on a little picnic and ACTUALLY enjoy myself for once.

LEON <3 : that’s the spirit my love :). don’t worry, i’ll take care of you this weekend. don’t stress and don’t worry. trust in your amazing boyfriend ;)

you are an amazing boyfriend. don’t let that boost your already enormous ego though lol. god, i miss you so much. i can’t wait to see you. :,)

LEON <3 : you only have a little less then 48 hours to go before you see my handsome face again. don’t worry your pretty head baby, i’ll make you forget all about this week. spoil the absolute shit out of you. <3

okay, i gotta get back to work before my boss comes in to belittle me some more about phone usage at work :,). i’ll see you soon babe, i love you.

LEON <3 : see you soon beautiful girl, i love you too. gotta go bust some criminals lol. ttyl :)

she sighs in content, a lovesick grin on her features. she felt so much better, just talking to him through text even. it was enough to make her heart swell with love and forget all about the incidents this week.

she couldn’t wait to see him on friday night, then go on a picnic on saturday like he promised. she needed him like air sometimes. and he had been pulling shifts so frequently at the station that she barely ever saw him.

it sucked, yes. but when they did get to see each other it was absolutely worth it. she knew that he was gonna stay true to his word like he always did. make her happy, spoil her and make her forget all about her sucky week at work.

she loved him so much, it was almost consuming sometimes. overwhelming to think that before she met him two years ago, she had never known love or that men like him could even exist.

god, she was praying for this weekend to come sooner. and hopefully, it would.

eventually she made it to friday, she managed to get through the day, working as hard as she could. she dealt with clients, dodged the lecturing of her boss and the gossiping of her coworkers.

she slipped out early, not really giving a fuck because all her work was finished as far as she was concerned. she had better places to be. like leon’s apartment for example.

she had packed an overnight bag that morning, watered her plants and made sure she had everything. she had kept her overnight bag stored in her car just so when she got off work, she could head straight over.

she sent him a text that she was off and she was heading over early, putting the car in reverse and leaving her works parking lot.

she drove down the familiar streets and roads until she made it to leon’s apartment, parking her car in the guest parking spot. she got out, grabbing her overnight bag and everything else she needed as she locked the car behind her.

she walked over to the gate to enter the complex, typing in the numbers and once it buzzed, she opened it and let herself in. she made her way up to the second floor, walking over to where his apartment was. she slipped her key to his apartment, unlocking the door and slipping off her shoes.

“baby? you home?” she calls out as she drops her overnight bag by her shoes, dropping her keys on the coffee table. she looks around, she feels a buzzing in her hand where her phone is. she looks at the text from leon saying he was on his way home from his shift.

she sighed and looked around his apartment, looking down at the coffee table where she sat her keys in front of his couch. she saw something sticking out from in between the pages of a book he was reading. “what the…?” she opened the book and looked in the book.

a piece of paper with scribbled writing over it, leon’s from what she recognized. she started to read the crumpled up piece of paper.

[READER],

ever since i’ve known you, i’ve loved you. i’ve never wanted anyone more then i’ve wanted you. i’m not just doing this in the hopes you’ll say yes, i’m doing this with the intention that you’ll let me love you for as long as we’re both alive.

i’m not doing it like this to be cliche, i know how much you think im corny. how hard i try to make sure you’re not laughing at me (even though i love your laugh more than anything.) i want you to know that i love you. i always have, i always will.

with that, will you please do me the honor of being my wife?

it would be my greatest achievement as man, as your boyfriend and future husband if you’ll let me.

she feels her eyes well up with subtle tears, wiping at her eyes as she looked down at the crumpled up notebook paper with a small smile, even though the letter didn’t say much, it said enough.

this was just more then a simple picnic, she knew now. why he was so keen on taking care of her this weekend. taking her out for a picnic tomorrow. she can’t believe he wanted to marry her, she wasn’t shocked but she was…she wanted to cry. it was almost like a dream come true.

she was about to re-read the note to make sure she wasn’t dreaming until she heard the lock on his front door click. she scrambled to put the crumpled up piece of paper back into the book where she found it, effectively slipping it in and standing up straight just in time as he entered the door.

“hey, honey.” he says with a small smile, kicking off his shoes. he wore his police uniform still, all pristine in pale blue and navy. she swallowed and wiped at her eyes, “hey.” she shuffles towards him and wraps her arms tightly around him.

he noticed the sniffling and the watery eyes, he craned his neck down to look at her face that was pressed into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down her back in a soothing gesture.

“are you okay? your eyes are red.” he says softly, his voice dripping with such concern it just almost made her heart melt in her chest. she nods and squeezes her arms tighter around him, “i’m okay. i just missed you.” she lies a little, she did miss him, but that wasn’t the true reason for the red eyes.

“okay, baby. it’s okay though, we’re gonna have a good weekend and your not even gonna think about work.” he says softly as he continues to rub her back up and down in a gentle gesture, smiling down at her with a soft grin. she nods, “okay, i’d like that.” she says with her cheek pressed against his chest, sniffling.

she knew she wouldn’t think about work, work was the furthest thing from her mind right now. the only thing on her mind was the picnic tomorrow and the note she had found.

she knew he was going to purpose, she wasn’t even trying to snoop, but now she knew. she loved him even more for it. if that was even possible.

the next day, the morning light would peak through the curtains of leon’s bedroom window. it casted both of them in a glow that was more then just a simple glow of the morning but a new day.

she loves waking up beside him, especially today when the promises of their future hang right over her head. a promise that he’s intending to keep.

she rolls over onto him as he lays on his back, giggling as she does. she presses a small kiss to his chest and then makes a path up to his collarbone, pressing a kiss to his neck. she felt herself growing more aroused by the minute.

she wasn’t a virgin, she had dated plenty of shitty guys before leon. and it isn’t like she didn’t not want to have sex with him, they just decided to wait until marriage. but now that she knew he was going to purpose today, she forgot all about that little promise she made with him.

she presses her lips to his jaw, hearing him mumble something sleepily as she grins against his skin. she leans towards his ear, “wake up.” she mumbles as she moves her hips to sit on his covered dick in his boxers beneath the sheets. her panty clad frame gently moving her hips lightly against his as she adjusts.

she feels him slightly move again, moving in his sleep so she moves her hips more firmly on him again, feeling him grow harder against the fabric that separated them. he mumbles something and she pulls her face out of his neck, bracing her palms flat on his chest.

he slowly opens his blue eyes to meet hers, his dirty blonde hair messily on the pillow. she smiles down at him with a small grin, “morning sleeping beauty.” she chuckles as she leans down to his face and presses a kiss to his lips.

his half-asleep frame is still waking up and trying to wrap his mind around everything. “what are you doing?” he chuckles with a lazy opening and closing of his blue eyes.

“what does it look like im doing?” she says with a small smirk, moving her hips again. he had no idea where this was coming from, they had agreed to wait until marriage and now…

she was straddling his waist, her wet core on top of his morning wood, there were the barriers between them but still, he could feel everything. she tilts her head innocently at him, his blue eyes looking up at her, “why are you so…? what’s gotten into you?” he says with a small furrow of his brows as he leans up on the bed, his elbows propped up behind him.

she bites her lip and looks at him, “why am i what?” she says as she bats her eyelashes at him, feigning innocence. he struggles and takes a shaky breath, “why are you like…all over me? like, we didn’t…i thought you wanted to wait.” he manages to get out with another shaky inhale.

she sighs and rubs her palms over his chest, “i want you, i’ve waited long enough. married or not, i want you.” she says with a small look, letting his blue eyes latch onto hers. she needed him to know she was serious, that this mattered.

she knew he was going to purpose soon anyways, so what was the big deal? that’s what she thought anyways. she didn’t see it as this huge thing, it would be their first time together. but…she was ready.

“unless…your not?” she says with a small sigh as she looks down at him, her palms pressed flat on his bare chest as she looked down at him. he shook his head so fast, his hair flopping as he did, “no, i want it.” he replies as he looks up into her eyes.

“anything that you want from me, i wanna be able to give it to you. even this.” she hears him say as his blue eyes never stray from his gaze on her. she smiles widely and sniffles, “god, i love you.” she whispers as she leans down and presses a kiss to his lips.

it starts slow, his hands holding onto her waist as the kiss grows more intense and passionate. her hips moving against his erection. she doesn’t fear it now, not when she knows what will happen.

not when she can trust him. she knows he’s different, he’s not like the others. she wants to give him all of her, every single part. she wants to give him marriage, her soul, her body. she wants him to have it all.

so as the kisses and the touches escalate, she feels herself trusting in him, letting his love consume her body and mind in a way she had never known before. his kisses were like rain, falling on her skin and soaking there. his touch was like fire, spreading over her body.

it was beautiful, she couldn’t wait to have him with her forever.

the picnic was beautiful.

leon, really knew how to make her forget about her shitty work week. whether it be a picnic, their first time having sex together earlier that morning, or the proposal that has yet to happen.

he really outdid himself. just like he promised, he had cooked and packed a lunch for them by a small pond in a park. it was about a 20 minute drive from his place, how she never knew it was there, she had no idea.

it was beautiful, some swans were in the pond swimming around with their babies, made her smile and think of how leon had made this so perfect without even trying. he spread out a blanket for them, sitting the food down in the picnic basket.

she brushes her hands over her purple sundress, looking at him as he sat down and began to spread out the food for them. “wow, baby. you really thought of everything didn’t you?” she chuckles as she sits down next to him on the picnic blanket.

“of course, anything for my girl.” he says with a sweet smile in her direction as he gets wine out of the basket and two glasses. my girl…jesus, if he’s trying to make me melt, it’s working. she thinks as she watches him uncork the wine bottle, and pour them both red wine into the glasses.

“i know, you spoil me, leon. but still…” she trails off as she looks over at him, she reaches over the blanket and grabs onto his hand. she watches as the subtle breeze blows his dirty blonde hair over his blue eyes and his forehead.

he rolls his eyes playfully and scoots closer to her on the blanket, squeezing her hand back. “don’t argue with me. it’s in your best interest.” he says with a small lopsided smirk as he hands her one of the glasses of wine. she accepts and smiles back at him, sipping on the wine in her free hand.

“fine. i won’t.” she says with a small roll of her eyes, grinning at him as she swallowed the wine. letting it slide down her throat. they stayed in silence for a while, just enjoying the sounds of nature, the breeze that blowed softly and made the leaves rustle in the trees above them.

she let him dote on her a little more, still feeling that anxious bubbling in her stomach that had been occurring since last night. the note, the proposal that had yet to happen. she felt her body get amped up and she was trying not to give her hopes up.

she sipped on her wine, looking over at him as he stared off into the pond a little ways in front of them. she admired him like this, when he wasn’t looking at her. he was deep in thought, in his head and she could almost see the gears turning in his mind.

“thank you, leon.” she says as she snaps out of her daze of staring at him. she didn’t think she could ever not want to stare, admire him like a piece of art in a museum. he lets his head turn her way, looking directly at her, a gentle smile on his boyish features.

“no need to thank me. i wanted to do something special for you.” he says as he reaches across the blanket and rubs his hand over her bare knee. she nods and swallows more nerves, “i don’t need to thank you, but im going to anyways.” she giggles.

he just shakes his head with a teasing grin on his face, he doesn’t mind this. sitting here with her and knowing where it’s going. he almost feels like this can’t be real, sitting here with her. the weather’s perfect and this day is even better.

they continue to just sit together on the picnic blanket, eating and sipping on their wine. they just talk and snuggle up next to each other on the blanket.

eventually the sun starts to set, painting the sky in a beautiful pink and red hue. it almost looks like a painting and she watches it with almost admiration. he knows this is the time, the ring in his pocket burning a hole through his jeans.

she keeps her gaze trained on the sky, not even noticing that he’s staring at her with admiration. he swallows his fears, his nerves and everything that could potentially stop him from doing this.

“your so beautiful, you know that?” he starts as he looks over her features. her gaze only temporarily looking over at him, a blush coating her cheeks. this isn’t how he had planned it, but he’s gonna do this differently.

“of course you know that, i tell you all the time how amazing, beautiful and sweet you are. even to people who don’t deserve your kindness.” he says as his blue eyes stay trained on her, she smiles and bites her lip in bashfulness.

she knows something is happening, but she lets it happen. she doesn’t care…not if it’s a promise to make her happy for the rest of their lives.

“your the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he continues as he looks at her, turning his body a little towards her on the picnic blanket. the ring feels like an anchor in his pocket, keeping him tethered to the moment here with her.

“and i don’t think i’ll ever find anyone better then you, that’s honesty. your the best that’s ever going to happen to me.” he says as he looks deep into her eyes, her eyes blinking back at him as she feels her heart start to pound in her ribcage.

“and i would be a fucking fool if i went on another two years and didn’t show you how much you mean to me.” he says as he fists the ring in his pocket. she feels her heart swell and her eyes water. the smile spreading on her face is the rare kind.

“what are you…?” she says with a small look of disbelief on her face, her smile widening and the crystal of her eyes staring back at him.

he smiles with a small blink of his blue eyes that are now crystallizing over as well, he pulls his palm out of his pocket, opening it up between them to brandish a engagement ring.

she blinks her tears away, raising a hand over her mouth, trying to somewhat hide her shock. “leon…” she looks between the ring in his palm and then his eyes. this was much better then what was written on that crumpled sheet of paper.

“i love you so fucking much, i would do anything for you, to you and with you. only if you’ll let me, forever. please marry me. let me love you forever, let me wake up to you every morning. it would be the greatest honor i could ever have.” he says as he gestures the ring in his outstretched palm.

he looks at her with hopeful and love filled eyes as he does this. she doesn’t even have words, she expected it. but not like this…

this was definitely better.

and he was the love of her life, she couldn’t say no to him, not in a million years. she couldn’t dream of turning him down. of declining his proposal because he’s her happiness. even from two years ago when they met to now…

her body and mind want him the same, love him the same. she knows it will never change. not when it comes to him and just everything he does for her.

“yes…” she says as she sniffles away tears, feeling the breeze in the park billow her hair. the swans swimming idly in the pond in front of them. the sun setting in a beautiful sunset that paints the sky. he blinks at her, he doesn’t think he heard her right for a second.

“did you say…?” she laughs and looks at him, “i said yes. i’ll marry you.” she says as she feels more tears leak down her flushed cheeks. he smiles widely and grabs her hand shakily, his face coated in tears of happiness too.

he slips the ring onto her ring finger and strokes his thumb over her knuckles. he slides his free hand up to cup her jaw, rubbing the tears that slid from her eyes. “oh god, i love you.” he says in a trance as he looks at her.

“i love you too.” she says back to him, catching him in his trance of looking at her. she feels the ring on her ring finger, making its home there. she feels like she’s on cloud nine right now. he pulls her face towards him and presses a kiss to her lips.

she returns it and kisses him back, her hand, now ring clad, holds onto his face as she deepens the kiss. she doesn’t think she could ever be happier then she was right now.

in this moment with him. not a thing matters and her mind and body are full of him. she feels so consumed by him and his love that she can’t even explain it.

she’ll be wrapped in him forever and she can’t bring herself to care if she is. because at least she’s happy, happy and in love.

forever.

leons letter:

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[floraltypes]

A People Pleaser

pairing - jim halpert x reader

summary - jim is known to be likable, so the one person he really has grown to enjoy seemingly not liking him, is very frustrating

request - 900 event!

Despite sitting right beside him, your eyes seem to always look past his. It had been almost a complete month since the newest co-worker of Dunder Mifflin- you- arrived and you still won’t look at him. It is (not so) secretly getting to him. 

It was clear from the moment you arrived that you made the dull office seem brighter, smile and sweet beauty, you chatted up everyone. Sure, you were more quiet but you still tried to come out of your shell.

He admired that aspect about you, the way you’d bashfully let Dwight blather on and on about some stupid beet rant and kindly explain something to the vibrant Kelly who would rather chat your ear off about royalty drama. Somehow, in one way or another, you had done something kind for everyone in the office, even Jim, yet he was still spiraling. 

You would quietly bring him coffee after getting some for yourself, yet never said anything more than placing it on his desk and returning back to your work.

“I don’t get it,” he sighed, legs crossed and furrowed brows while staring at the camera. “Did I give her a mean look the first day? Accidentally take a potential client? She just refuses to talk to me!” he waved his hands around, clearly stressed. 

“Have you tried being nice?” one of the people behind the camera asked. 

“I mean, yeah!” 

“Oh my,” you agitatedly whispered underneath your breath, hand rubbing the bridge of your nose while peering at the never-ending circle of death. The bright colors were now spinning for ten minutes and you had tried everything. 

“You alright?” Jim looked up from his work to see your mouth downturned and face sour. 

“It’s fine,” you shake your head, typing something into the keyboard while waving the mouse around the screen. “The website might just be down.”

“Mine works fine.”

“Thanks,” you grimaced, your voice clearly showing how annoyed you were at the moment. At your reaction, Jim flushed a bit, fearful that he was giving you another thing to hate about him. Therefore, in order to make sure that wouldn’t happen, he made it a mission to help you. 

He stood up from his desk, walking the few steps to your own where he leaned over the side of you, now scanning his eyes through the computer screen in hopes of seeing something you had not. 

You could feel his breath on the open skin of your neck, he was so close, his hand gripping one edge of the desk, near where your own arm lay with hand on top of the mouse. Inside your stomach was experiencing that familiar stirring feeling when you encompassed Jim Halpert.

“I don’t hate Jim,” you quietly answered the question, sitting uncomfortably in front of the camera. “Why would you think that?”

“Did you try doing that command exit?” he questioned, looking down at you, a few wisps of hair falling across his forehead. You couldn’t help but stare at the new look, the way his eyes always seemed so soft when they looked at you. But, then again, he was just such a nice guy that it probably was like that with everyone. 

“Didn’t work,” you hum, forcing yourself to face away and keep your sights on the computer screen. This action now gave Jim a similar opportunity to look over your features. The way you nervously bit at your lip and the creases from your current stress were evident near your eyebrows. Something fluttered within him, and how he wished to just gently smooth them before placing a sof- “I’ve tried everything.”

“Well there is one way, if you head to the search bar,” pushing his thoughts aside he moved his hand up a bit to reach for the mouse. In return he accidentally grabbed the top of your hand. “Oh,”

“It’s fine!” you accidentally yelled, looking around at the stares from disrupting fellow co-workers you quieted down, and tried to leave your seat. “I’ll just go talk to IT, call them, or something. You don’t have to worry about it.”

He hesitated before removing his hand from your own, and like an ignored puppy, he relocated back to his desk, sending a defeated look towards the camera, trying to signal them to look away.

All that was swirling through his mind is that - somehow - he gave you another reason to despise him. All that was swirling through your mind was that your crush on the naturally kind man was escalating fast, and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. 

This was merely one example of Jim’s attempt at showing an extra kindness to you, a chance for you to grow a liking to the genuinely sweet man (even though you already had, he just wasn’t informed on that information). Later on in the week he was determined to do a coffee drop off as you had done for him many times. 

It was the later hours of the night, Michaels lack of organization leading to two sales people having to stay later and fix his mistake. After too many rounds of rock paper scissors, it was concluded that you and Jim were the (un)lucky winners. 

“I’ve almost finished with the first pile,” he perked up at the sound of your voice, soft humming exiting your lips after the small comment. “I should be able to finish up the next one rather quickly.” 

“Same here,” he hummed, tapping his pen on his desk. “Weird without everyone.”

“Mhm,” you nodded in agreement, scribbling away with no mind to his words. 

“I’ll be back,” exiting his area he made his way to the darkened kitchen area. Luckily there was a pot left, pouring a bit into two cups - your specifically designed one and his striped one - he plopped them in the microwave to heat up. 

“Hey, does it look like the name-” you suddenly stopped your question upon noticing that your co-worker had disappeared. With much interest and confusion, you now followed the beaming light to where he stood blowing your coffee a bit. “Jim?”

“Ah!” he hastily put the cup down. 

“What are you doing?”

“Providing you a good cup of joe,” he hesitantly smiled, lifting up the green mug. “I warmed them up too long, don’t want your tongue to burn off or something.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, giggles erupting which made him just want to join in. “You’re so kind,” you mumbled, taking the cup and bringing it to your lips. 

Jim was stunned, stuck in place, his eyes wide and ears (almost seemed) to perk up at such a compliment. “You think I’m nice?”

“You’re the nicest person in the office, probably.”

“Wait, you don’t hate me?”

“Why do people think that?” you shook your head. 

“It’s just, well, you act so differently. I try extra hard to be nice, I don’t know if when you first started working here I somehow did something to … tick you off?”

“Oh,” was all you could muster up at the moment, nerves once again kicking in at the way his body heat seemed to be radiating and a soft glow was in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, it’s just, I actually just want to get to know you more.” 

“Jim, you’re kind, but you don’t need to do anything extra for me. I’ve noticed your politeness and all of these acts, it makes me overthink things,” with a sigh you let him know the truth, shoulders slumped due to the confession. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine, I just don’t want to take things out of context.”

“You think I learned the way you take your coffee just to be friendly?” you nodded at his question. “Even the way I always drop off a specific candy bar if you’re having a bad day, or e-mail a funny message about animals because that always seems to make you smile? Have I ever done any of that for Dwight, Angela, even Stanley?”

There is silence roommate, and for once you ponder to yourself that you may not be overthinking everything after all. Jim places his hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing over the fabric. “It’s not as if I like them in the way I like you.” 

And after those words tumble from his lips that hand moves up to cup your cheek, mouth leaning in to place itself upon your own. He can taste your coffee concoction on his lips now, and finally get to feel the softness of your cheeks. Similar to a boy's first kiss, he opens his eyes, trying to admire your features (finally) up close. 

“Well, it’s obvious he confessed,” Pam laughed, rolling her eyes while speaking in the confessional. “He shows that lovesick smile all the time, I would know, I’m his best friend. It was even obvious that she liked him, but I figured it would be better for him to find that out on his own.”

The camera went on to pan into where you and Jim were giggling at the candy on the receptionist's desk. He stole a piece from your hands, plopping it into his mouth, and you lightly smacked his arm in response. Jim’s lips twitched, hands grabbing your own hand, and just shaking his head before letting it loose. To Jim the confession was liberating, he was known to be a people pleaser but especially a you pleaser. Yet, hiding his growing affection from the office staff would be more difficult than he imagined.

(the office masterlist)

[screechingsandwichtriumph]

Hey, Hope you are doing well!~

Can I request either Yandere Eddie and/or simp borderline yandere Steve with a nerdy, bookworm reader who wears glasses?

Do whatever floats your boat with this request. :D

Hihihi , I am so happy to have a request, I love them ( also I am sorry but the glasses part is not mentioned to much , I just got carried away<3)

Warnings: yandere Steve, yandere Eddie, stalking, obsessive behavior

Summary: you are just a nerdy girl who somehow ends up attracting the attention of Steve 'the hair' Harrington and Eddie Munson.

Hopkins is a small town , so people know less than they want to and more than they care to admit about each other

So when Steve first noticed you , he was surprised that he hadn't payed attention to you a lot

He was instantly interested in you , so he began following you around town definably not stalking you

But when he asked a bit around about you , he realized why he had never really seen you around

Turns out you are one of the smarter kids in town , always studying

He slowly learned you programm after spotting you around town some times , so soon he knew that you were in he library every Wednesday right after school

So Steve decided to get in he library once , just to check out the place since he had never been inside before

It just so happened to be a Wednesday , he swears

But even if it didn't just so happen to be and the whole thing was on purpose who can blame him , right?

It's just the way that your hair falls on your face and your glasses slide down your nose that he can't get out of his head

He has noticed the books you read and he isn't much of a reader himself but he got Nancy to analyze some of them to Jim , so if he just so happens to speak to you he will know what to say

Entering the library almost ten minutes after you did , he stumbled on a stack of books and he ended up almost falling

He looked up at you and feeling your eyes pierce him , he understood he needed to sit down soon

That's how Steve ended up sitting on a desk with another dude , whose face was currently hidden behind a book

Taking a more careful look at him Steve left out a soft and questioning "Eddie?"

Eddie lowered the book in a guilty way and stared back at Steve

Turned out , Eddie was stalking had taken an interest in you long before Steve had

That's how they both ended in Steve's house talking about you

Eddie presented to Steve a bunch of information that he had of you and some of your things too

Both of them ( with Steve being the one to propose this and encourage Eddie) decided to persue you romantically

That's how Eddie handed up sitting besides you at lunch and Steve ended up bumping you and accidentally dropping your books in the hallway at the same day

You soon became friends with the two of them since you were lacking the social skills to have many friends on your own

You would always talk to them in the nicest of ways and they lived listening you rant about your books

When you ended up with both of them, you really thought it was the best thing that could happen to you

And for the most part it is

I mean you don't need any other friends other than them , cause are they not enough for you?

Steve would be more like a gentleman opening doors and stuff for you , always hanging of your lips , while Eddie would remain sharp and critical

He hasn't received much love in his life and now that he has you , he isn't going to ever let you go

Eddie would write songs about you for sure and would play them to you

Now ,if he catches you humming to them later, then it's over. That's it. You're his

Steve honestly just wants to take care of you. He just wants to hug you and help you with everything( even the things you don't need help with)

Together , they take most of your time , but that's ok , because who other than them would you prefer to spent it with , right?

Right?

[thespiritssaidso]

Social Norms and College Dorms

Summary: Lassiter was only gone for a few hours.

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“No. No no no no no! They were right here!” Lassiter frantically dug through his backpack. He could have sworn he’d placed his loose-leaf notes right in front of his Criminology textbook. But all he saw was some stupid flyers he thought he’d.. thrown… into the recycling bin…

He smacked his forehead, muttering to himself how stupid he was. He must have grabbed the very important notes — the ones he’d hand-written covering all the basics he’d need to study for the criminology exam the next day — into the recycling instead of the useless flyers he’d meant to dump.

Lassiter tiredly rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep lately, too busy stressing over the upcoming test. And it was very apparent. Just the other day he’d almost thrown his cup of coffee onto his bed and taken a sip from his phone. He’d caught himself just in time, thankfully. That would have been a very awkward trip to the laundry room, carrying coffee-stained sheets down multiple floors.

Where was he? Oh yeah, the missing notes.

He began pacing the small dorm room, fingers tugging at his hair and pulling a few strands loose as he quietly panicked. What was he going to do? Those notes covered everything he’d learned over the semester!

Lassiter was so caught up in his pacing he didn’t notice the desk leg until he’d accidentally kicked it.

“Ow! Son of a-” before he could finish his sentence, an idea popped into his head.

‘Wait a minute. O’Hara takes the same class as me! I could ask for her notes, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.’

On his way out, Lassiter grabbed a thin magnetic strip he’d bought from the campus store and stuck it over the hole where the latch usually slid into and locked the moment the door closed. It would just be a quick trip, a short walk downstairs to grab the notes from Juliet. He wouldn’t be gone for long. And besides, he didn’t exactly have anything worth taking in his dorm.

Oh how wrong he was.

Juliet had given him the notes, but only after sitting him down in a plush beanbag chair to rant to him about how one of the girls in her group project for some other class was taking on all the tasks and simply not doing them.

He’d kept trying to bring up the criminology notes in some way, but it always backfired, each attempt in switching the topic only prompting Juliet to complain about some other thing Victoria was doing. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t mind listening to her talk. It was one of the many things that kept them as friends: he’d listen while she spoke. Juliet would oftentimes ask if he was sure he didn’t have anything he wanted to say. It was considerate of her, but he’d reassure her time and again that she was fine and that if he had something to say he’d just say it. And he very much kept true to that promise.

It was a strange relationship, some of the students and even a few professors would often speculate if they were dating, or if they were siblings.

Neither were true, although Lassiter did sometimes consider Juliet as his little sister.

After nearly three hours of sitting through Juliet’s ranting, he managed to steer the subject to what he’d come for: her criminology notes. As he’d suspected, she had no problem handing them over.

It was very dark outside, nearly 1 in the morning, when Lassiter slid the door to his dorm open, expecting an empty room (his roommate, Dobson, was almost never there). Instead, he saw-

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Somehow, in the span of time he’d been gone, some rando had found their way into his dorm room and fallen asleep on the floor. It definitely wasn’t Dobson. This guy looked nothing like his routinely absent roommate. Actually, if lassiter was being honest, he looked… a lot better than him, in a conveniently attractive kind of way.

Lassiter rolled his eyes at the sight. “Great,” he mumbled to himself, “just what I needed the night before the exam.”

The man on the floor let out a snore, and twitched slightly in his sleep, as if to get comfier on the very much uncomfortable carpet floor.

Normally, More Awake Lassiter would have either dragged the squatter out of his dorm and slammed the door or called the RA to handle the situation. But this was Tired Lassiter. Tired Lassiter did not have the strength to drag a bag of sand out of his room, much less a full human being. And he was pretty certain that McNab was asleep by now.

So he stood there, Juliet’s notes still in his hand, contemplating on what the heck he was going to do about this whole person that was sleeping on the floor in front of him.

Lassiter tried walking up and nudging him with his foot. No response. Then, after setting the notes down on his desk, he began poking him on the shoulder. Still nothing. As a last resort, he grabbed the unconscious man and began shaking him by the shoulder. He got a little movement out of that, but not enough to show that he’d woken up.

So he did the only thing he could think to do: just ignore him.

Lassiter pulled out the chair from under his desk and began poring over the notes, transcribing them onto another set of paper so as to better remember the material. And so it was in his note-taking style. He thanked whoever was out there that Juliet took the time to write down everything the professor taught them word for word, instead of summing it up like he did.

It had been maybe thirty minutes or so of complete silence, broken only by the light scratching of lead on paper, that he felt his mind wander to the person passed out on his floor. He had to be uncomfortable. And the position that he was in made Lassiter cringe.

‘His neck is going to be extremely messed up when he wakes up.’ The thought pinged around his head, over and over.

‘What am I going to do about it?’

‘Let him use Dobson’s pillow. He’s never here anyways.’

It was a lot more tempting of an idea than it should’ve been. Why did he care so much about this stranger’s comfort? The guy literally broke into his dorm and passed out on his floor.

But he couldn’t stop staring, a strange feeling growing deep in his chest.

“Okay, fine!” He said to no one. After an awkward silence he got up from his chair and grabbed the pillow. Carefully, he lifted the other man’s head and gently placed it underneath, allowing his head to fall onto it.

Satisfied, he stood back up and returned to studying, his mind officially unoccupied by the other guy. As he wrote, however, he could feel himself getting drowsy. His eyes were blinking slower than usual, his head becoming heavy.

‘No! Stay awake! You need to get all this down before-’

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-

An alarm blared somewhere, jolting Lassiter out of a deep sleep. He frantically looked around for the source, sight still blurry from his rest. The moment he registered where the beeping was coming from – the alarm clock, of course – he slammed the snooze button, getting rid of the annoying sound.

He blearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes, vaguely feeling small indents all over one side of his face. A pencil that had stuck itself onto his cheek fell off the second his hand brushed against it.

Then Lassiter remembered what he was doing last night. Mild panic took hold as he scanned his desktop. Almost immediately his eyes landed on the notes. All of them were neatly written, except for the last line, which looked a bit sloppy. He must have fallen asleep right after writing it.

Then he noticed the small bit of folded up paper next to his pile of notes. He unfolded it, and saw tidy handwriting. It said,

Sorry for crashing here, was super high and thought your dorm number was mine. Thanks for letting me sleep on your floor and for the pillow and for not getting me in trouble for using ur dorm :) -Shawn

P.S. I think ur cute. meet me at the cafe on 7th at noon. Or not, if ur not into that

Lassiter, despite himself, blushed at the last bit. So his name was Shawn. And he wanted to meet him at noon, huh? He might make it, it depended on how long his exam went for-

Oh shit, his exam.

“Shit!” Lassiter hurriedly began shoving Juliet’s notes into his backpack once more and sling the straps over his shoulders. He dashed out the door down the hall and outside the dorm building, running as fast as he could towards his Criminology class.

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[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check Part 8

You Can Sleep When You're Dead

The Frat Boy Au

Read Previous on Ao3 or tumblr.

Steve doesn’t know what time it is when the door swings open.

“Honey, I’m home!” Billy announces in a booming voice, flinging his keys vaguely in the direction of the hooks by the door.

“Sorry, Steve.” Carver bustles in, scooting around Billy and grabbing the wastepaper basket, positioning it next to Billy’s bed.

Steve blinks into the light coming from the hallway, seeing only the vaguest outline of a female form. Did Billy bring home a girl from the bar? Maybe Carver did, because he can’t imagine a girl wanting to stick around for Billy in this state.

Only a few people can handle Billy like this. Argyle and Argyle’s girlfriend Eden are used to him. Steve is pretty used to it too, although he’s gone a few weeks without it.

Is it weird to say he’s missed it. Missed Billy’s drunken rants about gossip, the way he moves a little sloppier, not so tightly wound.

Steve misses him. Present tense. He feels like all he does lately is miss him.

And his eyes hurt but he refuses to close them, watching Billy take out his wallet and lay it on his dresser with supreme concentration. Steve'd been up the night before reading the queer theory that Robin had sent him because apparently gay porn and being in love with a man wasn’t enough.

And he’d also held Robin’s hair tonight when she’d puked in the bushes. Luckily Heather Holloway agreed to walk her back to Heather’s sorority house or he’d have let her sleep here too. Blessedly Eddie’s girlfriend had taken the night off too, so at least they didn’t have to contend with that too.

When he’d finally gotten around to asking about Billy, the party was over, and only Eddie had offered a halfhearted explanation.

Guilt crept over him now as he watched Billy struggle out of his jeans, bare ass on full display.

Steve pushed himself up and reached over to his desk to retrieve the open box of Alka Seltzer. Billy snatches it out of his hand before Carver can add it to a bottle of water.

“For me? Oh, Stevie. You shouldn’t have,” Billy began to struggle with the paper wrapper.

“I’ve got it,” Carver said.

“I’ll just eat them dry,” Billy said.

Carver winced.

“He will too,” Steve muttered, “get in bed, asshole. Quit fucking around.”

Billy drops the alka seltzer to the floor and Carver topples over trying to retrieve it with a very un-Carver-like giggle. 

Great. They’re both drunk as skunks.

At least that’s a good excuse as to why Billy yanks on a pair of Steve’s sweats and pulls back Steve’s covers to get in beside him.

“Hey!” Steve is cold for a moment before it’s replaced with a blistering guilty heat and Billy, warm and sweet.

Billy snuggles right up next to him and takes the offered bottle from Carver like a little princeling, born to the Manor. Steve looks blearily towards the hallway but it’s empty now. Maybe he imagined the girl after all.

“Billy, you can’t-” Carver says, frowning.

“It’s fine. We’ve shared beds plenty of times,” Steve says weakly. It’s true. They bunked together last year on the ski trip and it was no big deal.

They were just plastered from ankle to chest and Billy’s hair was adorably askew after he threw off his t-shirt.

“Have it your way.” Carver throws up his hands and he moves the trash can to Steve’s side, throwing Billy an inscrutable look.

Billy sucks down the still fizzing water bottle with a disgusting slurp before turning into Steve’s chest, curling into himself.

It is disgusting of Steve’s heart to skip, but it does, and it’s disgusting that he thinks w e’re not alone with a mix of disappointment and panic. But he does.

Steve is disgusting, not because he has gay porn on his phone or because he has feelings for Billy. But because he can’t control these wayward thoughts, can’t seem to corral himself. He wants to brush Billy’s static-y curls back. He wants to feel Billy’s sweat sticky skin and have it not be a big deal but it is.

“Thanks, Carver,” Billy croaks. “I’m still gonna kick his ass.”

“I know, Cheryl.” Carver nods. “You… you take care of yourself, alright?”

“I’ve got him,” Steve says.

Carver nods again, like a little blonde bobblehead. “Kay. Uh… goodnight. Want me to get the light?”

“Yeah. Yes,” Steve says, worried that his voice is giving him away. He should ask Carver to stay. Not because anything’s gonna happen. Just because he can’t be alone with these thoughts.

And then they’re alone in the dark. Steve and Billy. Not alone like that, just… alone.

Steve lies stiff as a board while Billy won’t stop curling closer.

“You have a good time?” Steve asks after a period of silence that feels at once way too long and way too short.

Billy snuffles a little, adorably, “Yeah.”

“Why’d you leave the party?” He hates how he sounds. Needy, like a girlfriend.

Something seems to wash over Billy then, and his limbs rustle a little, settling around Steve a little differently.

“No reason,” he says lightly. “Carver and I just decided to go out for a bit.”

The stab of jealousy is expected, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Billy never used to leave a party Steve was at. Not without taking Steve. And the feeling is worse close up, with the bear sticky smell of Billy skin tight.

He could just turn his head and kiss Billy and get pushed away. He could push Billy out of the bed, too. Both would probably be a relief.

So he’s not sure why he chooses the pain. He stays there, breathing lightly. Not trying to touch Billy, and not moving away either. Lightning crackles over his skin with every brush against Billy. It’s so close to what he’s imagined when he’s trying not to imagine it.

They could be together so easily. Walk each other to class and come back to their room. Kiss and play wrestle and fuck with each other and fuck too. They could be together, all the things Steve has wanted forever, if Billy wouldn’t hate his guts for him even suggesting it.

He’s only ever been on the edge of feeling this once before, with Nancy. He thought they could be everything to each other: best friends and lightning and thunder.

But that was all a lie.

And this is too much to take in at once. Being gay is the easiest part to understand, it almost feels soothing.

But being in love with Billy is much harder, much more painful. It feels like he’s seeing a glimpse of everything he’s dreamed of again, only to see it dashed before it even had a chance.

And Steve knows it’s shabby that he hasn’t been talking to Billy, but he doesn’t know what else to do. He wants to be near him so badly but he doesn’t know if he can bear it.

And so he just lies there, not moving, listening to Billy’s breathing even out, feeling Billy’s arms go heavy. Until Steve eventually can join him in that in between place, letting go.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Chubby Reader (Fluff)

Alright guys I am Ghost fan and yes man has a fucked up past, but as Soap said “That’s why I love the Ghost”. I had this requested by an anon so here we are. This will be a fluff/comfort fic since it wasn’t stated in the request. Hope you all like it. I do not own CoD: MW 2. This will be based on the newest game not the OG, but I would be willing to do an OG Ghost one as well. Warning: Some Adult situations, Nudity, Sexual Comments and Body Worship.

It had been a long day as you angrily typed up reports on the 141’s recent mission. It didn’t help that you could hear one of the men making comments about your weight. It had bugged you when people couldn’t understand how you got your position on the elite base. He rambled on as you started to think that he may be right. You were “thick” as Soap would tell you when he was trying to help cheer you up. Then again the words still stung, and the only reason you were here was because of General Shepherd.

The man across the way was starting to irritate you as you tried not to eavesdrop. It was so hard not to listen to his rude comments about your size. It was a few moments more before you finally snapped. You shut your laptop and quickly left your office space. You were done and you had started to cry as you walked down the hall away from the mean comments. Not paying attention you ran into something solid and looked up to meet Ghost’s mask, and then his eyes.

He tilted his head at you then lifted his hand to your cheek. He pulled his hand away inspecting the tear he just wiped away. “What happened?”, he questioned. “It’s nothing”, you replied. “It wasn’t nothing if you're crying love, what happened”, he said more like a demand. “Not here please I just don’t want to be here”, you hiccuped. Ghost looked past you to see what had upset you and automatically understood. He knew from your many rants about a coworker that he was the reason, and the look of absolute terror when he made eye contact with said man was priceless.

The man quickly went back to his desk trying to break Ghost’s gaze on him. If you weren’t here Ghost would have had more than words for him, but you were here and you were his top priority. He put his hand on your lower back and took you to his room quickly. He opened the door for you and you sat down on his bed as the tears started all over again. He sat beside you and pulled you into his lap as you gripped his tactical vest. “Shh love it’s okay. Just breathe. In slowly and out slowly”, he soothed. 

His hand rubbed your back as you finally calmed down enough to relax. “You wanna talk about it love?” he asked. “It’s nothing I’m just having a bad day”, you tried to dissuade him. He just sat there silently and you were trying not to break under his silence. He always did this where he would wait for you to just tell him without having to push you. He always knew how to read you and you couldn’t. You always blamed the mask, but that wasn’t true because after being together for almost a year you couldn’t read him when his mask was off. 

“It was the coworker I told you about”, you sniffled. He stiffened and his grip tightened on you as he tried to control his anger. “What did he do?”, he all but growled. “He was making comments about me being chubby, and commenting that I did lewd acts to get here”, you sobbed. “Simon he isn’t wrong about me being chubby”, you sob. “He is dead wrong. (Y/N) I love every inch of you even if there are stretch marks”, he relays. Next you feel his lips on yours as he praises your body. He runs his hands over your thighs as he comments that they are strong and how he loves to hold them when he eats you out or how you try to squeeze his head as he brings you to orgasm. 

He rubs your stomach as he tells you how much he loves the softness there, and how he loves to lay his head on it as you card your fingers through his hair. He grips a breast as he tells you how sexy you are and that nothing is going to change his mind. You start to giggle as he starts kissing all over your face and down your neck to your chest. You swat lazily at him as he starts to leave some hickies only stopping when you put your hands on each cheek bringing him back to your lips. 

“I love you”, you confess as if he didn’t already know. He hums and asks if you want to cuddle and sleep. You tell him you would love to and he gets up to get you his favorite hoodie (or jumper as he calls it) for you to change into and a pair of sweats you keep in his room. He watches you change and he has to will himself not to get hard because right now you need comfort and reassurance. Once you change and turn around you can see the look in his eyes as you giggle.

“What’s so funny darling?” he asks. “I know that look. The look of a man that is hungry for more than just cuddling. We can if you want to do more”, you shrug. “Maybe later dove. Right now you need a nice warm cuddle puddle as Soap calls them”, he smirks. You outright laugh at that as you make your way back to his bed and he pulls you to him. He calmly talks to you about his day and it isn’t long before you're asleep on his chest. 

The next morning when you wake up Simon is gone as he is always awake and gone before you get up. You make your way to your room to change into your work clothes and start the dreaded walk to the offices. When you get to your desk there is a rose and a small note from Simon telling you to enjoy the silence today. You look around and realize everyone is there except for one. The co-worker that had been bothering you was nowhere to be seen. 

When he didn’t show up at all you were sure that Simon had killed him until he came in a day later. He was automatically chewed out and he complained that he couldn’t help it, that his car was totaled because someone had put sugar into the gas tank. He got no sympathy from his superior and was told he was taking the next couple of mission reports all by himself. You couldn’t help but smile at his misery.

When you got done you went straight to Simon’s room to wait for him. When he entered you were waiting for him under his covers. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about a car getting sugar poured in its gas tank would you?”, you grilled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about dove”, he told you as he stripped down and put on a pair of gray sweats. He slid into the bed with you and when he rolled onto his side to kiss you his hand touched warm flesh. 

His hand traveled your body and he looked into your eyes when he realized you were naked. “Well it’s too bad you don’t know anything about sugar in a gas tank because I think that person deserves a reward”, you smirked as he rolled over top of you keeping his weight off and taking you into a blissful kiss. “Well I may know a little about a gas tank and sugar”, he smirked as he captured your lips again. 

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Alright guys I hope you like this one. I have only been getting about four hours of sleep for the past month and working so I’m sorry if this sucks. Just remember y'all are beautiful just the way y'all are!

[serene-sun]

𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 • ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾

Pairing: Copia & young reader

Warnings: none, just comfort and fluff so sweet you will cry

A/n: I cried writing this, for many reasons, but I won’t rant on the fic itself! I did in-fact write this sleepy sleepy fic for the sleepy sleep themselves @ghostussy

“Okie dokie kiddo, it’s time for bed.” Copia softy whispered into your ear, patting your back softly as to not wake your half asleep form.

You laid pressed against copia in his lap as he worked on some final plans for the clergy, you had insisted you help him, only to fall asleep from the days earlier excitement.

You groan a little, letting him know you at least heard him. You fell even more limp into his warm embrace as he fixed you to be more secure in his chest as he stood From his dark oak desk.

“My bambino, so sleepy, so tired from all of that well spent energy.” He huffed under his breath, just barely a whisper

The hallways were warm, candles lined the walls with red and black drapes, and the stone floor you both strode along. At every window, a painted vase stood filled with fresh flowers. You always loved the smell, it was so refreshing and nice, and color.

“Before you slip into pjays, let’s get you a nice bath, shall we?” Copia asks you, pushing open the door to his chambers.

He lead you to the bathroom, already having your soaps and toys as you had seemed to form the habit of having copia do you nightly routine.

You slowly nod, sleep making your eyelids heavier with every fight to lift them.

Copia set you in the tub filled with warm water, he sat on the outside beside you, letting you enjoy the warmth as he grabbed your soap and shampoo.

“Eh, which would you prefer?” Copia showed you the two bottles in hand, “watermelon, of strawberry?”

His accent is so thick, no one speaks like copia does. Maybe that was another thing that made copia so much more special, he was one of a kind.

Nobody in the abbey walked, talked, or treated you with such tenderness like copia did. It wasn’t his position, or being the youngest, not even from having such clingy ghouls. Copia was naturally born with these qualities that made him a great man, leader, and even better; father.

It didn’t matter if he was blood or not, what did matter was his unconditional love for you that never faltered. Even when you had messed up, when you cried over the smallest things, when you scraped your knee, or if you ever got overstimulated or had an attack from anything of your past. Copia was there, always, when you needed him. His touch so tender and caring, his heart beat calming, his eyes full of love and his smile so bright.

It didn’t matter who or what was outside of copia embrace, because you knew you could trust him to protect you. A shield, a promise, a protector, and a loving home is what copia is.

“Alright dolce Stella, let’s get you dried.” He soothed your skin as you stepped out of the bath and into the cold air.

Copia stoped a shiver crawling down your spine as he quickly took your favorite towel and wrapped it around you. It was green and white, the pattern of a frog, it had a hood with a cute nose and two eyes up top.

“Feel better?” He rubs the fabric to you, bundling you up and leading you to the stool at the vanity.

“What beautiful locks!” Copia is enthusiastic about your hair, he always points out every detail about it, “my, my, must be a play date for the ghoulettes.”

“Secundo could never…” you joke, earning a rather loud chuckle from copia.

“Don’t forget to brush those toothers.” Copia reminds you, as he sets the brush down as he finishes your hair, handing you a tooth brush with sharks on it.

After you brush your teeth, copia swaddles you up and brings you to your ‘little’ wardrobe in his room.

“What wou-“ copia tried to speak but your attention is stolen by a pretty pattern of stars and planets that you blurt out, “that one!” You quickly grab the pajama set off the shelf and show papa like it’s a piece of art you just finished, and boy was papa proud

“You like your space pajamas don’t you dolce.” He says, sliding them onto you.

The man took you once more into his arms, bringing you back into his main room.

“Now, here’s your stuffy and your blanket.” Copia sets you under the covers of the bed, tucking you in with your stuffed frog and space themed blanket.

Copia takes the time to turn on your pillow pet, the lady bug one that casts an array of stars, galaxies, and planets across the ceiling.

“Papa” you grab at his hand as he leans away from the bed.

“Hm?” He brushes off any lent on the blanket.

“Story?” You ask, exhaustion kicking in again like the moon light is pure melatonin.

“Well of course bambino, I assume you want the same as last nights?” Copia reaches at the bookshelf across from the bed and under the TV.

You may of had a slight obsession with this one book series, and copia may of read it to you every night since it was your favorite. You couldn’t help it, it would send you straight to sleep.

“Hmm, how about this one?” He shows you one that has a different cover, but still the same art style and title.

You nod eagerly, relaxing back into the covers and pillows as copia sits beside you. He brings you to lay into the crook of his chest, his left arm resting around you.

“Comfy?” Copia asked before starting, licking his finger to open the book.

You nod once more, and so he begins

“Mr. Putter and his fine cat, Tabby, loved to sleep. They could sleep anywhere. They slept in chairs, in swings, in cars, in tubs, and sometimes in the laundry room!” Copia read with excitement, but a soft low voice that made your brain tingle.

As copia continued, you started zoning out, staring into the colorful drawings of the pages.

“It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, and moonlight was everywhere. Tabby looked. She listened. She twitched her ears. She twitched her tail.” Copia continues as your head falls back into his shoulder.

You feel your muscles relax, your shoulders and legs release tension.

‘Maybe I’ll let them rest’ is what you thought, letting your eye lids shut softly. A breathe exhaled through your nose, you faintly felt copia move to flip the page.

“Mr. Putter looked up at the sky,

He showed Tabby the stars and he told her all about them. He told her that the Blg Dipper was full of milk from the Milky Way. Tabby purred she loved milk.”

By now, you’re zoned out enough to not listen to him anymore. Your body takes in the feeling of copias body heat and soaks it up like a sponge.

You take it the softness of his voice and chest, the tickle of his hair on your forehead

“They told stories in the moonlight. They told secrets. They made each other laugh.”

Copia softly finished his line, glimpsing at your asleep form.

He softly slid out of your bed, careful not to wake you. He pulled the covers up to your neck, setting your frog in your arms.

He leaned in to kiss your forehead,

“goodnight bambino…I love you trillions.”

[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Part Six

Part Seven: Merry Christmas(I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight)

Josh felt like ‘the man’ walking into a corporate event with Dr. Brynne Johansson, of all people, as his date. Josh didn’t even care that she was at least a few inches taller than him even without heels.

The height difference didn’t bother him; if anything, walking around with a taller woman on his arm made him feel like those rich old men who walked around Vegas casinos with multiple women on their arms, smoking cigars inside. Brynne made him feel accomplished, like he could do anything.

“Dr. Johansson!”

Brynne and Josh both turned as a man in a suit called to Brynne. Josh was surprised as she hardly separated from him, lazily raising her hand to wave.

“Dr. Shaughnessy,” she smiled, without even opening her mouth.

“You look spectacular,” the tall, dark-haired man said flirtatiously.

Josh began to feel increasingly awkward, realizing that the handsome, British doctor was flirting with his date.

“Thank you,” she replied coolly, “See you at the toast.”

Brynne pointedly stuck to Josh, hooking her arm in his as if to make it even more clear that they had come together. Josh nervously looked down at his feet, blushing at the gesture.

“You two know each other well?” he asked her curiously as they grabbed drink tickets on the way in.

“I went for coffee with him once. He brought up politicos, and when he asked, I told him I registered socialist. He went on a rant and told me I’d understand better when I was ‘his age’,” she frowned.

“Dude. That’s gross to say to someone you’re on a date with,” Josh said in disbelief. “If you really think someone’s at an immature age, maybe you shouldn’t be trying to date them.”

“Yeah, long story short, I tend to avoid the break rooms,” she concluded. “Besides. Dr. Shaughnessy sees enough action around the building anyways.”

“Wait, seriously?” Josh said in surprise.

“Oh, yeah. He’s slept with two other scientists.”

“Who?!” he demanded eagerly.

“Dr. Kim, and Dr. Tomlinson.”

“Dr. Tomlinson?” Josh gasped in a loud whisper. “She slept with Dr. Rubio!”

“Dr. Rubio?!” Brynne exclaimed. “What is this place, fucking Grey’s Anatomy?! How do you know?!”

“They were talking, in her office,” he explained, “It’s weird how people just assume the janitor isn’t listening.”

“Oh, I can imagine,” she nodded.

“Honestly. Sometimes, I put earbuds in and don’t play anything,” Josh confessed.

“I do that, too, when I’m in public,” Brynne admitted.

“You know, I saw you once, a while ago,” Josh confessed, “Getting ice cream, on your lunch break.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah… I was too scared to say ‘hi’. I didn’t think you’d recognize me,” he said sheepishly.

“Oh, of course I would’ve,” she chuckled softly, “I mean, I never knew your name, but… you’re the one who always rearranges the pens, on my desk. Just the way I like it.”

Josh was stunned by her response. “Yeah… You hate when people mess with the stuff on your desk.”

“You—You know that?” her eyes widened.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, realizing how it sounded. “Sorry. Is that—?”

“Incredibly sweet, and thoughtful?” she cut him off. “Yes.”

Josh couldn’t help but sigh with relief. “Really?”

“Josh…” Brynne laughed, stopping in the middle of the floor surrounded by other party guests, “I once had a boyfriend that didn’t know my middle name. I told him three times.”

“What a dick,” Josh scoffed in disapproval. “What is your middle name?”

“Emily.”

“Hmm. Brynne Emily Johansson. It has a good flow to it,” he remarked. “You know… Everything I learn about you gets burned into my brain. I’d hate to forget any of it.”

“I’m the same way,” she agreed. “I try not to forget anything.”

“Well. I’ll never forget that time you watched me clean that ‘spot’ on the floor,” he told her. “You… you really know how to make a guy speechless.”

“I can when I want to,” she shrugged.

“Hey. Josh,” Ray called, as he and another security guard called to him.

Josh smiled, waving to his friend as he and Brynne approached them.

“Hey, Ray. What’s up, Tony?”

“Hey,” Tony the security guard nodded.

“You guys know Dr. Johansson,” Josh politely introduced her.

“Yeah, of course. How you doing?” Ray smiled.

“I’m good, thanks, what about you?” she asked in turn.

“I’m alright. As long as Dr. Camillo sticks to water tonight,” he murmured.

“Hey, at least he doesn’t stare at your ass,” she pointed out. “I’m gonna grab a drink. Josh, you want something?”

“Uh, I think I’ll just have a soda, thanks,” Josh told her, handing her one of his tickets. “Coke?”

“Sure. I’ll be right back,” Brynne announced, leaving them for a moment.

Ray and Tony both remained calm, pretending to smile and enjoy idle chitchat until they were sure she was out of earshot.

“You got a date with Dr. Johansson?!” Ray whispered. “Why did I not know about this?!”

“I don’t know,” Josh shrugged with a laugh, “I guess it’s just one of those things you just gotta see to believe.”

“You’re damn right it is!” Tony spoke up. “You got the one woman everyone in the office wants!”

“No one can get her. Not even Dr. Shaughnessy,” Ray pointed out.

“Well, maybe Dr. Kronish,” Tony muttered under his breath.

Josh gave him a confused look, not understanding the comment.

“Come on, man,” Ray scoffed, “That’s just a rumor.”

“Is it?” Tony questioned. “They spend a lot of time together, he’s really touchy with her, and he’s the only one she really talks to.”

“That’s just because they’ve known each other for years. They’re friends,” Josh reasoned. “He put her through school.”

“Did you ever think about why he put her through school?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

Josh was too stunned to speak.

“Yo! That���s gross,” Ray made a face.

“It happens all the time,” Tony said defensively.

Josh ignored the other two as he watched Brynne return, with two glasses in hand. She had gotten Josh a soda, and seemed to have some sort of cocktail in her hand.

“Thanks,” he smiled, still uncomfortable from the conversation he’d just unwillingly participated in.

“Brynne!”

The two of them turned to see Dr. Kronish approaching, evidently making his rounds about the room.

“Elias!” Brynne smiled, hugging the older man.

“There’s my best girl,” Kronish said sweetly, “You look like a dream.”

Josh thought for a moment, now somewhat off-put, trying his best to disregard everything Tony had said before.

“Aw, thank you,” she gushed.

“Josh!” his employer greeted him, pulling the two of them aside. “Look at you two crazy kids, you look great together!”

“Thank you, Elias,” Josh nodded appreciatively.

“How are you two doing tonight?” Kronish asked. “Enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Josh complimented.

“Well. I won’t bother you too much, you two have fun,” the man beamed. “But not too much fun, now,” he teased.

“Thank you, Elias. Merry early Christmas,” Brynne smiled.

“Oh, you two, Brynne. See you both later, I’m sure,” he waved to them.

Josh returned the wave as he left, turning his attention back to Brynne.

“You and Kronish have been friends for a long time?” he asked her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I owe him everything.”

“You never told me how you two met,” Josh segued, genuinely curious. “You told me he put you through school, but I never heard the story of how you too met.”

“Oh,” Brynne said shortly, her demeanor instantly changing. “Uh… It’s a long story.”

“I don’t mind,” Josh offered.

“You know, we could get into that later,” she said uncomfortably.

“Oh,” Josh thought, feeling as if he hit a nerve. “Uh…. I’m sor—”

“Johansson!”

A loud, and seemingly belligerent Stu Camillo interrupted their conversation.

“What, Stu?” Bry ne said crossly.

Josh felt strange as she avoided the topic of Kronish, genuinely worried as to why she seemed upset. He knew there had to be some sort of reasonable explanation, but a part of him also irrationally feared that Tony had been right.

“That Brennan kid you hired,” he slurred slightly. “He cost us thousands of dollars—”

“I’m well aware, Stu, now we’re at a company party,” she frowned, “This is hardly an appropriate place for this.”

“It never is!” the main argued. “You know, I told Kronish not to hire you, and I told him not to promote you, but the old man didn’t listen—!”

“Hey, Stu, I’m trying to be polite here. Go sit down,” Brynne told him, stepping close to him so that no one else heard, “This is highly inappropriate. Don’t make me call security.”

“You think you’re so much smarter than me, and all the rest of us, just because you’ve got Kronish wrapped around your little finger?” Dr. Camillo sneered.

Josh saw as Brynne’s eyes widened with rage as she gabbed the man by the jacket sleeve and pulled him aside.

“You need to leave. Now,” she said firmly.

“Fuck you! You don’t run shit here just because of your little Lewinsky act,” he spat.

Josh nervously stood behind Brynne, now worrying that something might’ve actually happened between her and her boss. He wouldn’t have judged her at all if it had, but he was more so worried at the idea of someone taking advantage of her. But suddenly, he had other things to worry about as things began to escalate.

“Everyone thinks you’re a genius, but you’re just a fucking bimbo with a degree!”

“Hey, lay off her, man!” Josh yelled, nearly shoving him as he stepped in front of Brynne. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that!”

Everyone was now watching as a spectacle began to unfold.

“Fuck you, janitor!”

“Dr. Camillo!” Elias Kronish rushed to Brynne’s side, cornering the man before Josh had to interfere any more. “One more word, and you’re fired. You do not have the right to attack other employees, and I won’t humor your childish fits anymore. You get the fuck out of here, and come back when you’re ready to behave like an adult, or you can kiss your job goodbye!”

“You won’t fire me!” Camillo scoffed arrogantly.

“Don’t test me,” Kronish warned, watching as the man stumbled off, leaving the party before someone could kick him out.

Josh turned to Brynne, seeing the troubled look on her face.

“Hey. Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, still not knowing how to react to the situation.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” she muttered, sighing as she took a sip of her drink.

“I’m so sorry about that, sweetheart,” Dr. Kronish said kindly as he rested a hand on her shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Brynne sighed, glancing at Josh, “I… I think I just wanna get out of here. I’m suddenly not in the mood to party.”

“Yes, of course, I understand completely. You go and get some rest, I’ll see you after the holiday,” the man said sympathetically.

“I’ll see you at work,” Brynne nodded, turning to Josh. “Is it okay if we get out of here?”

“Yeah, of course,” Josh nodded quickly, escorting her out.

He didn’t say another word as they left the party, not sure how to help the situation. He sat patiently in the car with her as she held her face in her hands, turning on the light so that they could talk.

“I’m really sorry about Dr. Camillo,” Josh sighed, “That was really fucking rude.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it from him; he doesn’t bother me much,” she murmured. “It’s just… the stuff he said. About me, and Kronish.”

Josh froze, not sure how to handle this particular subject.

“Yeah… That was really inappropriate,” he agreed, not knowing a better word for the situation.

“I, uh… I didn’t sleep with Kronish,” Brynne said suddenly, catching Josh off guard. “I know that’s what you were thinking.”

“No!” he cut her off, immediately feeling awful. “I’d never actually think that…”

“It’s okay. Really,” she sighed. “I… I just didn’t wanna talk about it, because of how we met.”

“Oh. I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” he promised her quietly, “But you can.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, I just… In there wasn’t the time and place, you know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded softly.

“I didn’t wanna talk about it because… I met Dr. Kronish right before I graduated high school. He was at the school, as a guest speaker for some career fair thing I never went to. And I collapsed,” she explained.

Josh nodded in silence, not quite sure why she seemed ashamed.

“It was an overdose,” she added promptly. “I OD-ed. On coke.”

“Oh,” was all Josh could think to say in the moment.

“That’s… why I don’t drink,” Brynne explained, “I’ve been sober for eight years.”

“I thought you had a drink earlier,” Josh thought stupidly.

He never would’ve guessed.

“I got a mock-tail,” she explained.

“Oh… Well, I’m really sorry,” he apologized guiltily. “I feel really bad, I shouldn’t have made you feel like I thought—”

“You didn’t,” she assured him. “It’s okay.”

He nodded, turning as he looked at the wheel in front of him.

“I’ll take you home, if you want,” he said, sounding disappointed as if he already knew the date had gone badly.

“…Do you have to?” Brynne asked, to his surprise.

He looked at her in shock. “Wait. You don’t never wanna see me again?” he questioned.

“The opposite,” she assured him. “I like you, Josh. And I appreciate what you did for me. With Dr. Camillo.”

“He was attacking you,” Josh said simply, “I had to do something. If anything, I was kinda pathetic…”

She interrupted him, deciding it most fitting to press a quick kiss to his cheek, surprising him. Somehow, the act was even more striking to him than a kiss on the lips.

“Th-Thank you,” he blurted out.

“You can take me home now,” she said finally.

“Oh…”

“Your home,” she offered with a smile, earning a silent gasp from him. “If you want.”

“Hachi machi…”

-

Part Eight

[reinahwanggg]

Let's Go to Paris • Jaeyun Sim

•a/n tell a friend to tell a friend; reinahwanggg's baaaaaaaack! and i'm more "delusional" than ever. here's a "scenario" i was thinking of all day. i'm just a girl in love, sue me. ALSO, CREDIT TO ALL OF THE OWNERS OF THE GIFS I WILL NOW USE.

•synopsis it's the holidays, you and your husband never went on your honeymoon, and if another parent calls your phone one more time you just might SCREAM! so, to get away from the hustle and bustle of in-laws and work calls, you book a flight for you two to go to paris.

•pairing non-idol!jake sim x fem!reader

•warnings this is basically a self insert. heavily self indulgent even, mentions of food/cooking that’s all the warnings i shall give.

•genre established relationship, husband!jake, teacher!reader, holiday!au, fluff, idk some scenes are funny in my head

•word count 2.1K words

“A-alright Ms. Thompson. Yes ma’am. Yes ma’am. I will. Yes ma’am. You do the same. Okay ma’am. Bye.” You hang up the phone and sit inside the extra room you and your husband created into a studio, letting out a huge and heavy sigh.

You rest your phone down, bring your hands to your hair, and rest it on your work desk with a thunk that reverberates through the entire apartment. Your husband turns off the stove that was currently cooking you guys dinner, and walks over to the studio room with worry on his face.

He pats his hands on his apron, and adjusts his towel on his shoulder once he reaches to the door. Then he pushes it open to see you sitting there with your head down; leg bouncing up and down subconsciously. He smiles sadly at your state, and clears his throat to let you know he’s by the door.

“Another parent?” Jake, your husband of almost two years, asks inquisitively.

“The fifth one today. I’m just about ready to put my phone on, do not disturb and call it a day, but I’m waiting on a call from mom.” You reply, lifting your head to look at him from behind you.

You do a once over, then you turn your chair around to soak in his appearance. Ivory colored dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Forest green apron over his work clothes. Hands folded in front of him in a way that emphasizes his biceps. You slowly drag your eyes back up to his, and you blink in surprise to see him blushing under your strong gaze.

“It’s best if you don’t put it on DND my love. If she can’t get to you, then she’ll be calling me. We both know I’m the worst person to call after 6pm, because my phone is on silent since the most important person to me is already where I can see her.” Jake replies, and you look away to hide your growing smile.

“Besides, I don’t see why you’re so against the parents calling you. You’ve been keeping in contact with them all semester.” He continues, pushing himself off of the doorframe to walk behind you and massage your shoulders.

You melt in his touch, mind slowly losing the words you had on the tip of your tongue, and you just relax at his ministrations. Once he stops for a few seconds to let you talk, you do.

“I kept in contact with them because they trusted me with their kids every single weekday for the past three or so months. I’m glad they’re happy with their child’s performance this semester, but for me to be getting calls left and right since yesterday is just absurd. Like, come on man. We’re on break for crying out loud.” You start to rant, slouching in the chair as he continues to massage your shoulders.

He lets you talk about how you feel, and you gladly take up his offer as you spill it all out to him. As much as you loved your students, you also wanted a break from anything work related. All this school and grades talk from the parents aren’t helping you in that area.

Jake lets you blow off some steam, and when he knows you’re done, he leans over you to open up your laptop for you. He then plants a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose. You turn back to look at him as you giggle in joy. Then he pecks your lips. Once, twice, three times. Again and again he dives in and claims your lips. Once you’re smiling so wide that you can’t peck his lips any longer (for now), he smiles brightly back at you, resting your foreheads together for a few seconds.

“Now that you’ve talked it all out, how about you shop for some stuff, and I’ll call you to let you know when dinner’s ready. Does that sound good?” He asks, looking down at you once he moves his forehead away from yours and stands up to look at the love of his life.

“That sounds great. We’ll talk a bit more once the food’s done?”

“Of course. I’ll always listen to you.”

“As will I, Jake. As will I.”

“Babe?!” is what pulls Jake out of his cooking induced headspace, and he turns off the stove once more to go to his wife.

“Yes my love?” He replies once he reaches the door, and he shakes his head with a smile on his face once he notices that you’re very immersed in whatever you’re doing on the laptop.

“Yes or no?” you ask, and the question causes him to stiffen for a few moments, before he opens his mouth and just answers,

“Yes.” a small smile on his face once he sees you nod your head at his confirmation.

“Alright, cool. Thank you my darling.” You say in gratitude.

“Anything for you my love.” He replies.

Jake walks back to the kitchen to continue with his dinner, mind going back into his cooking headspace, and the short interaction is forgotten by the time he finishes the meal and calls you to the table.

The food is graced, the table is plated and the steam from the food dances around the air once you two sit down, and before you can pick up your utensils to eat, your phone rings off. You apologize to your husband for the disturbance and answer the phone at the table, listening to your mom and whatever it was that she needed to tell you so desperately.

You hang up the phone with a promise to check in more often, and you finally put your phone on DND, resting it down on the table and picking up your utensils to eat. Jake tells you about his day at work, and you listen to him speak without making any noise, just like he did to you earlier. He then tells you how his boss reminded him of his untouched vacation time, and like a light bulb being turned on, he remembers the conversation from earlier.

He lets you talk after he gets his day out of the way, and when you're done (and the food’s been devoured) he asks you about it.

“You’re gonna tell me what I agreed to, or am I gonna be kept out of the dark until it happens?” He asks as he’s drying the dishes you hand to him.

“Oh yeah! While I was shopping, I got an email from the airline we usually use that told me I had enough points to get a select few flights for really cheap. I mean, obviously I had to grab it. We both need a little break, and it’s been a while since we went away; just the two of us.” You rambled on, completely missing the way Jake’s eyes bulged out of his head in shock once he realizes he basically agreed to you two going on a little vacation with little to no planning.

“You what?” is all he could force himself to ask.

“I booked us a flight! Jake, let’s go to Paris!” You reply enthusiastically, eyes shining as you turn to him with a bright smile on your face that makes it hard to say no to.

“We’re not going to Paris.” He sternly implies, flinching once he sees you deflate.

“Why not? You need a break from your job. Everyone knows if I get another call from a parent I’m gonna get off of this piece of land one way or the other.” You inquire.

“It’s three days before the holidays for one. Quite frankly the busiest time of the year for the traveling business. Getting a cheap ticket from our regular airline right around their busiest time seems a bit suspicious. We also have to plan where to sleep, what we’re gonna see when we get there, how long we’re staying there. All of this has to be taken into consideration, love.”

“It’s something we can discuss together. And besides, I may be a bit drifty, but I sure as heck ain’t ditzy. I checked the prices, and the travel time. I even emailed them to make sure it wasn’t a scam before I asked you earlier. The prices were so low even I couldn’t believe it, and I was the one shopping. And besides, it’s after the holidays. We’ll be gone and back before you know it. So, please? Can we go?” You lay out to him, and you can see that he’s genuinely contemplating it once he rests his towel down and gives you his undivided attention.

He stands there for a couple moments, looking at you as you look at him. Then he sighs heavily. You totally have this trip in the bag! Time to pack your bags.

“We’re not going to Paris, and that’s final.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to PARIS!” You giddily exclaim once Jake parks the car to the airport.

“Neither can I.” Jake deadpans, and puts his hands up in surrender when you glare at him.

“Hey! Think of it this way, we’re finally going on the honeymoon we deserve.” You try to reason, but that seems to upset him further.

“We both know that we’d rather mop the bottom of the ocean than to go anywhere other than our predetermined spot for our honeymoon. I will much rather refer to it as our alone time.” Jake snarkily follows up.

“Okay fine. I’m sorry for booking a trip for the both of us, and not properly consulting you about it. I should’ve asked, not only because we’re husband and wife, but because it was your money in the first place, and your opinion on the matter weighs just as much as mine.” You place your hand in his, and lean on his arm as you blink your pretty lashes at him.

Jake rolls his eyes with a smile on his face and places a soft kiss on your lips, a reply to your apology. He pulls the suitcase from you and accepts your apology verbally. Then, both of you head into the airport; ready to get away from it all. Even if it’s only for a short while.

You lay skin to skin with your lover as you drift to and from dreamland. Your chest rises and falls in time with Jake’s as you caress his face gently. Your heart is filled once you feel the grip on your waist tighten, and you look away from your hand to his eyes to see a huge smile already on Jake’s face.

“The love I have for you pumps with every beat of my heart. And I will continue to love you as long as my heart continues to beat within my chest.” Jake says after a few moments, hand around your waist skimming up your body to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“The sun that rises on the horizon can help paint a million portraits of the sky to come. The clouds that scatter in the air can assist in creating a hundred masterpieces once the sun ends its shift. None of that can even step a foot to the beauty you bring along with you everywhere you go.” He continues, kissing the crown of your head at the end of the last sentence.

“The love you give me reminds me of cafes on a spring day; a warmth so rare, yet so inviting that when you stray too far from it, you long for more. I long to stay by your side forevermore. As the sun paints the sky orange, then red, then yellow, then pink, I want to be beside you to see it all.” Jake finishes.

You rub his cheek one more time before your lips crash into his. Your hands rub his nape in a gentleness that contrasts greatly from the passion and fervor. Your lips move back and his lips chase, capturing it again and again. Loving you again and again. You continue to tangle yourselves up within each other, lost within each other once more.

BONUS

“I can’t believe they were out of croissants. This is like … the third cafe to tell us this. Should I just give up on my dreams of eating a croissant on a winter day in Paris?” You ask Jake, who’s taking a video of you because he saw how joyful you looked in the snow earlier.

“Let’s try two more cafes before you give up, my love.” Jake advises, and snaps a picture of you unconsciously pouting in dismal.

“You have to buy me three croissants if we find some.” You bargain.

“Anything for you, my love.” Jake accepts easily.

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

HIIII ITS ME AGAIN THE ONE WHO REQUESTED MITSUYA FIC ( HEAVEN SENT) I REALLY LIKEDDD IT BAEEE CAN I REALLY HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN? like s/o still managing the company but she is has higher status (bc they are 18) AND PLSSS CAN U INCLUDE TOMAN TOO? like their reaction to girlboss woman who everyone listens IM SORRY BUT THIS SCENARIO IS SO FUNNN u can make it as a fic like they are with toman and s/o orders someone to do their job THANKKKK U SO MHCH BAEE

HIIIIIIIII OMG IM LITERALLY SO FLATTERED. I CANT BELIEVE YOU LIKED IT 💕💕💕 mini rant: honestly i'm so glad people are still interacting with the tokyo rev fandom like this. i feel like all the content i've seen for it recently is just pure smut, and these characters are teenagers for most of the series !! or it's all for the newer characters and people forget about the old favs </3 so SEND ME ALL YOUR TOKYOREV ASKS!!!! if anyone cares my personal favs are mitsuya, chifuyu, baji, and Shinichiro :))

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heaven struck . . . mitsuya x reader, pt 2

mini series, fluff, cringe warning?, no spoilers, this is set a little while after part 1 so they're more comfortable with eachother now

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

work today had been busier than usual. since you were a college student now, it meant you got to work full days of the week at your dad's company. however, it also meant long days of dealing with less-than-knowledgable colleages who got on your nerves all too often.

luckily, the clock was just striking 12:30, making it time for you to take your lunch break. you had packed leftovers that your mom made last night, but you weren't looking forward to them that much. but it saved money and time, so that was your lunch plan for today.

as you went down the elevator to the employee break room (it wasn't as nice and spacious as your office, but it was a chance to get out and socialize) you went to check your messages. one popped up from your boyfriend, mitsuya.

taka <3 12:23 pm:

-> about to take your lunch break?

you sent him a quick text back telling him that you were just heading downstairs. on your way, you needed to make a pit stop at the reception desk to drop of some important documents to the receptionist, liza. she was a nice girl, a few years older than you, who had started working at the company a few months ago.

as you entered the main lobby a smile crept onto your face as you noticed three familiar faces: your boyfriend, takashi; his best friend, draken; and their leader, mikey. the latter was snacking on what seemed to be a dorayaki and tapping on the glass of the fish tank. you quickly dropped the files off with a quick word to liza before sneaking up behind takashi, who was turned the other direction. you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, pulling him down to your height.

"may i help you, sir?" you say with a giggle into his ear. you let him go enough for him to turn around and see you, which quickly has him pulling you into a tight embrace.

"i missed you so much today . . . oh, and i brought you lunch."

loosening his hold on you, he held out a bag. you looked inside to see it was from your favorite cafe down the street. you thanked him by pressing a kiss to his cheek.

a cough comes from draken's direction. "uh, can we get going soon? we have a toman meeting tonight."

mitsuya ran his hand through your hair on more time before turning back to his friends. "you guys go ahead. i'm gonna spend the rest of the day with y/n, if that's okay with you guys."

draken grumbled, and you heard something under his breath like, "i never get to skip meetings for emma..."

mikey grinned, finishing off the last bite of his snack. "i know i can always count on you, so you can have the day off, mitsuya. besides, me and ken-chan need to go by the dorayaki stand before it closes!"

with that, you said your goodbyes and the pair was off. that left you with your boyfriend for the rest of your lunch break.

"so, wanna come see my office?" you asked. you intertwined your fingers with his. after giving you another peck on the cheek, the two of you made your way up the elevator and down the hallway.

"wow, you have your own room all to yourself? impressive," mitsuya remarked. you blushed at his words. you were proud of your accomplishments, but it felt good to have someone you cared about so much acknowledge them.

"so, this is my desk and my computer where i do most of my work," you said, giving mitsuya a mini-tour. "then over here i have a cabinet with some files and notes . . . and i have a nice view of the city."

mitsuya strolled around the room, taking everything in.

"i love it," he chimed. "it's very you."

you smile at his compliment before he speaks again.

"eat, please. you need the energy for the rest of your day."

the next thirty minutes went on peacefully, you finishing your food and mitsuya observing the rest of your office. you had a little fish tank in the corner, and he watched as the orange and white goldfish glided around the aquarium.

as you went to see how much time you have left for lunch, you were interrupted by a knock at your door. opening it, you see your colleage, andrew.

"hi, can i . . . help you?" you asked. it was strange for one of your coworkers to come directly to your office, especially at this time of day.

"yeah, just letting you know i'm heading out. bye!" he said, walking away as he spoke.

"early? did you finish those reports i need?" you asked.

"no, but i'll finish them tomorrow morning, i promise." he continued, still walking away.

"excuse me! you can't just leave important and confidential work unfinished and open on your computer. you need to finish that before you leave." you responded.

he sighed, loosening his tie before trudging back to his cubicle. "oh, okay . . . "

closing the door, you sighed, running your hands over your face. sudddenly, you hear a chuckle from behind you. it's your boyfriend mitsuya, of course-- you would recognize that laugh anywhere.

you dropped your hands to your lap, smiling slightly. "what's so funny, huh?"

mitsuya looked up at you. "i just didn't know my girlfriend was such a badass, that's all. the way you handled that was amazing."

you laughed shyly, mitsuya taking your hands. "well, it's not always easy," you muse. "but it pays well."

grinning, your boyfriend leans up to press a kiss first to your cheek, then to your lips. "and you look amazing doing it, baby."

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i don't really like it :((( but i hope it fits what you wanted 🤍

[ellieswifie]

can you do one where reader has a bad day and is trying to detangle her hair but is just being super rough and carless and matt notices and brushes her hair for her?

like a matt x reader fluffy type thing! (idk if this makes sense im sorry!!)

warnings: just fluff :)

authors note: this request is everything. i think we all need someone to just comfort us in the right ways. especially on our bad days. this goes out to all my single girlies

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YOU’VE JUST BEEN OUT OF IT ALL DAY. you’re been filming since eight in the morning with your boyfriends and his brothers for their weekly wednesday video.

usually you enjoy filming with your them, but you couldn’t really pinpoint what had been bothering you. maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t been paying so much attention to you, or that your hair looked horrible.

you hated drawing attention to yourself and being the center of the problem, but you just felt so frustrated and angry you wanted someone to notice.

matt was seated on his bed scrolling through something on his phone while you sat by his gaming set up, brushing your hair. you both have said little to nothing to each other while you sit on opposite sides of the room, doing your own thing.

it simply just frustrated you more that matt wasn’t noticing how bothered you were. i mean yes he’s had a long day filming and he needs some time to himself, but you just needed him.

you gripped the hair brush tighter, still brushing through your tangled knots. your eyes brows were drawn together while you felt your head ache. you were brushing your hair so carelessly you hadn’t realized that you were tugging at your hair.

your boyfriend matt had also noticed, glancing up at his phone. you heard him call out your name a few times, but ignored, dropping the brush frustrated and angry.

"hey…" you heard the bed creaking from behind you, then feel matt’s big arms wrap around your upper shoulders. he planted a quick kiss on your forehead, reassuring you, as you stared ahead, eyes growing watery.

"hey, what’s wrong?" he asked, lowering his head on top of yours. you simply groaned, crossing your arms. "i don’t know. everything is just making me so frustrated and angry. i can’t even brush my stupid tangled hair." you continued to rant, ignoring the rage growing in your chest.

matt unwrapped his hands from your shoulders to reach for the brush beside you. he ran his fingers through your hair softly, before going in with the brush.

"let me help you…" he whispered, gently brushing your knots away. "what’s going on in your pretty little head, hm?"

your checks quickly rush red. one thing you love about matt is that even at your absolute worst, he makes you feel like the most important person in the world. like everyone and everything revolves around you.

you let your self relax as matt runs the hair push through your hair. "work, film, it’s just the most stressful week and i just want to relax."

matt nods from behind you, placing the brush on the desk your seated on, replacing the brush with his fingers. massaging your head.

your eyes flutter shut, just wanting to feel any sign of relaxation and relief. "i’m sorry we hadn’t spent much time together." matt mutters, releasing his hands from your hair and placing them on your shoulders. he doesn’t move them, he just rest them there, leaning his chin on your head.

you lift your head slightly, making eye contact with your boyfriend. he’s smiling slightly before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. "hungry?" he asks.

you don’t really feel hungry. you just want to lay in his bed and cuddle. driving around for hours just looking for food doesn’t seem right in your head.

"i can get nick to door dash ice cream? no, how about frozen yogurt?"

you just turned the gaming chair, leaning up to give your matt a quick kiss. "frozen yogurt." you smile, standing in front of him.

"okay-" matt whispers, more to himself. "you stay here- don’t move, i’ll be right back.” he stutters, rushing out the room quickly.

your head shakes moving towards his bed, pulling the covers over yourself, and scrolling through movies on your phone. when matt comes back, he cuddles up beside you.

you two lay together enjoying each other’s presence before nick strolls in with your frozen yogurt.