#then they proceed to daydream about each other while also being fucking embarrassed about what they did

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i keep having brainrots so : tsukikage strangers to ? meeting at a bar and catching each other's attention and instead of having a one night stand, they free themselves from the head-throbbing music of the club and shout drunken slurs at the park near it at 1 in the morning. literally just them stumbling around the lamp post-lit pathways and almost bumping to every bench they pass while trying to help each other walk steadily even if they're both not that coherent in what they're doing and is literally just there for the vibes and giggle at their goofiness

Tobio: *hiCk* he- *hick* heyyyy... youuu, hey! HEYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Kei: urgggghhhh what the ffffuckk... stop SCREAMINGGGGGG...!! you're,,, [feeling like he's gonna throw up] sssssHhHHhsssHh, my head hurtsssss!!!! FUCK!

Tobio: [giggling like a mad man] you're- *hick* as RED as aaaaAAAAA!! tomatooooooooooaaaahhhh

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : From friend to boyfriend

Author note : I’ve got nothing to say I’m fucking loser just enjoy it ♡ For my page setting I got the inspire from two blogs @/tokrev-roses and @/Tokyo-fukushu (go to see them they’re incredible they make such a wonderful jobs ♡ and if you guys saw it well I didn’t mention you because I didn’t want to bother you 👉🏻👈🏻) I didn’t know if it would work but I tried. 

Warning : Swearing - mention of fight - child it might be dangerous to be a thug so don’t do it I guess ?

Masterlist

Manjiro Sano - 佐野 ( さの ) 万次郎

I can see him dating his childhood friend, I mean the man actually likes them protecting them ? He would even get extra attention if he is dating you so why don’t give it a shot ?

Obviously your relationship didn’t start like this (I mean not entirely)

You were living quite close to him I mean like on his neighborhood and one day you just saw him walking around probably getting back from school. A lollipop in his mouth, his hand behind his head the little boy was walking as if he was ruling the city (he might but you haven’t known yet), as a child you were kinda curious to know him since he seemed to be around your own age.

So you walked to start a conversation with him, as expected the little boy was pretty chill about everything so it was easy to talk with. You two talks about everything and anything at the same time until the little boy’s tummy was yelling for foods, laughing at his state you decided to buy him something since he was your very first friends.

After asking him what he wanted you moved into a Konbini

That you discover that his favourite was Taiyaki and Dorayki

You two started to hang on frequently (every day to be honest, each time he saw you leaving school he either ran into you or yelled to go home with him). People sorting to think that you two were in love with each other even though you both claimed that you were friends (even part of the same crew).

You even started to go into the same martial class as Baji, knowing it was his grandfather ruling everything, so you could spend more time with your new friends and get to know him more.

He never failed to amaze you, and took great pleasure of doing so many techniques just to see you getting all impressed.

He also enjoys seeing you working hard to do the same techniques he does previously

Two buddies.

That was your label for a long time until you started to notice your own reaction around him.

It was pretty silly at first. When he was too close to you, you felt your cheeks coloured in red. When he was smiling at you you couldn’t help but smile at him too, you discovered you were weak for his pouty face. Also whenever he was touching you (brushing his hand at yours or even touching like when he is taking your wrist to look at him so he would pout to have his precious Dorayaki he was craving for).

Honestly you just thought that you were starting to be a fan or something which was a little bit embarrassing.

But nothing to be worried about

Then, You’ve started to feel that it was maybe more than just a friendship or at least you were loving him more than you should.

You realized one day that you were in love with him, when he decided to kick your bullies’ ass without telling you. Like you once told him about those teenagers who were bullied you and that you’ll work even more harder so you could kick their ass. But it wasn’t on Mikey’s taste like all he heard was « Y/N is in danger I must protect them » and so did he. He walked into your school looking for those bastards.

Once he found them it was already over for them, he quickly kicked them off and as expected they weren’t as strong as they thought they were just in groups. What he didn’t expect, was you looking at him beating the shit out of your bullies.

The way he was beating each of them, how he was easily taking them down, the way he was fighting for you to protect you. It was the last thing you needed to fall deeply in love with him.

Even if he was still a little boy, his aura was quite something from behind (though he is quite small) he looked like an adult. A true leader.

You couldn’t think more about it because he turns in head into your direction raising his brow « what are you doing ? Let’s go I’m hungry y/n » he then smiled at you.

During your walk into the closest Konbini he was acting as if he didn’t previously fight against teenagers while still being well a little boy. You two were as usual talking about everything and anything until you found the shop, then he proceed to whine about not having money to buy Taiyaki or Dorayki.

Since you couldn’t refuse anything at him when he was all pouting you proceeded to buy his favourite foods

But being the young baby you were you didn’t understand that all the feelings you were feeling, how you cheeks tend to be red around him, how nervous you were when you walked together, how worried you were sometimes when you saw him his covering with some bloods (even though you knew it wasn’t his).

It took you one year to actually understand that you fell in love with him, and that you might screw your relationship because of that.

In fact when you finally aged up to go into junior high school, you started to have other friends than Mikey (it doesn’t mean you didn’t talk to him anymore quite the contrary). And those friends were particularly interested on one thing « crush ».

You’ve never heard about crush before, I mean you were aware of the attraction between two people but as a child you weren’t interested in him especially since your close friends (Mikey for exemple) didn’t give a damn about it, so you did the same.

Talking with those new friends made you realized that you had a crush on your best friends

Things started to get weird between you two

Cause whenever Mikey was around too and a little bit too close to you, you started to freak out afraid that he might discover your secret. So you tried your best to be a little bit distant with him

Which honestly broke his little heart, he kept wondering « why Y/N isn’t walking with me anymore ? » Why aren’t we sharing foods anymore »

It didn’t help that he started to really miss you, and was craving for well, attention from you

He never realized it but he was craving for your praise or approval. Like whenever you were sipping over him being so cool, he couldn’t help but to flex his chest with a smirk looking at Draken (as if he didn’t give a shit about your praise)

Also he was starting to feel a little bit nervous ? Everytime you were riding his bike and put your hand around his chest or waist for support he couldn’t help but feel nervous and relax at the same time.

One time when you were daydreaming as Mike was driving you home after school, you nuzzled your head on the crook on his neck. Smelling his smell, and his warmth you were starting to feel sleepy. You didn’t notice it, but when you put your head on his neck he started to shiver, his ears were a little bit red too, his heart was beating like hell.

He didn’t expect you to get so comfortable around him, but was he concerned ? Absolutely not, he even enjoyed it knowing you were so good with him

But then it happens, he started to dream about you. Every night he didn’t spend on thinking about his brother and what he could do to protect him, prevent his death, his night was decimated to you.

One time you two were driving together talking about everything, on other time you two were sharing some foods on the beach his hand around your waist as you were putting your head on his shoulder.

He even once dreamt about you two kissing, like you were on a picnic date together he did some funny face to make you laugh and just feel it. He wanted to kiss you, and being the blunt guy he is he just put his hand on your cheeks and then kiss you. To his surprise you hug him as one of your hand moved to his hair so you could kiss him more.

He woke up that night his face all read, his index on his lips (as if he could still taste your lips on his).

Those dreamt kept coming again and again

So he knew something was wrong so he talked to Draken who just looked at him as is he was dumbest man of the world « Mikey you’re just in love with Y/n »

What do you mean just in love ? He was the god damn leader of a gang, he was Mikey the invicible and yet he falls in love.

How he wishes his brother was still here to help him

Because he didn’t any idea how to handle this ?

The real issue according to Draken was to know if you were interest in such relationships especially since you two know each other since you were a child. They were a probability according to him that you weren’t interested on him but according to his sister Emma they were a high probability that you were in fact into him. She couldn’t prove it though.

It took him so many days until one day he had enough, he just wanted to talk about it so he could dream peacefully. No one knows about his « weird » dream and honestly he couldn’t take the risk of Draken knowing about it he wouldn’t see the end of it

So one day he just drives into your school and was waiting for you, to be sure that you won’t avoid him pretending of not seeing him. He parks right into of the gate and was making so noise with his bike. Everything so you would notice him.

Of course you saw him, and since he looked straight into your eyes, you knew you will go home with him (not that it bothers you quite contrary but it was starting to be more and more difficult to keep a straight face around him)

So you didn’t try to escape or anything afraid he might be sad or worst angry against you, and you moved behind him on his bike so he could drive you.

Much to your surprise, he wasn’t driving you home, in fact he was driving into that forest where he kissed you in his dream (something told him he must go here to succeed so). Which was starting to confuse you like where were you going ?

Knowing when he got something in mind you couldn’t fight you just decided to wait until he would park to confront him about it.

But again you couldn’t manage to say anything, as soon as he parked his bike he was already walking into that spot the one he saw in his dream to confess. So you had no choice but to follow him knowing you couldn’t get home until he decided so

When you two reached the spot Mikey was looking for, he finally turned into your direction looking right at you.

He looked very serious, he got that face you know ? The one he got when he was ruling a Toman’s meeting. You got Mikey the invisible in front of you, and even if you were used to see him leading you still were surprised (and a little bit scared) when you were confronting the leader and not your childhood friends.

Unconsciously you gulped which Mikey noticed and couldn’t help but chuckled a little bit

« You know it’s not funny to make fun of me Mikey »

« You’re just too tensed it’s funny »

« No it’s not *sigh* you’re just so serious right now what’s happening ? »

« Are you afraid of me y/n ? »

« Uh ? What are you talking about of course not »

« Then why are you avoiding me so much ? »

« I-I’m not I just »

« Don’t lie to me Y/N »

« I’m not I swear I’m not avoiding you Mikey I just got so many things in mind I-i’m sorry if I hurt you in anyway » (of course you couldn't just straightly tell him that you weren't seeing him as much as before because your heart decided to beat like a damn drummer each time you were closed to him)

« Well that’s good then »

« Good ? »

« Yeah I couldn’t scare the person I love it wouldn’t make sense »

« (…) Wait what ? »

Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you’re face was all read you didn’t even notice you high-pitched voice.

All you notice was Mikey holding his stomach with both of his hands, laughing so loudly tears rolling on his chest, his smile was so big.

Damn, I wish I could see him more like this was all you could think at that moment

When he finally calmed himself he just looked at you smiling and proceed to repeat himself « You hear me y/n I’m in love with you »

Before you could even realized, you ran into his chest holding him for dear life. As Mikey didn’t expect you to literally jump into his arm he couldn’t managed to catch and to keep his balance at the same time, so you just ended up laying on the floor, you on the top of him. He didn’t mind though, having you close to him relax him more than he could realize.

As you were mumbling something against his chest, he didn’t have any choice but to stand up a little bit while holding you so you two could be face to face. He then asks you to repeat yourself so he could hear you two.

« I love you too Mikey »

« *chuckle* Guess we’re dating each other now »

He didn’t kiss you that but he promised himself to do things like his dream, he wasn’t worried anymore he got you by his side.

[weasleysjoke]

Daydreaming

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: There were two features of Reid’s that drove you insane: his lips and his hands. You couldn’t help yourself to get horny because of the gestures he made while reading. It got to the point where you embarrassed yourself daydreaming of him.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female and male receiving), Penetration, Chocking, Dom Specer.

A/N: As I always remind, English is not my first nor second language so if there’s any grammar error please don’t come at me. I had to write this because of my obsession with Matthew’s hands.

Y/N, calm fucking down. There’s people dying and you are being a horny asshole. Breathe and concentrate.

I have to remind myself constantly to keep my eyes on the files and not stare at Dr. Sexy Hands. Spencer and I have been stuck on the commissary, on a little village lost in the middle of nowhere, to keep reading the files of a few suspects that fitted the profile of a murderer we were investigating.

“Y/N, I think I found something.” I hear Spencer’s voice calling me and I turn to give him my full attention. “This guy fits perfectly the profile and his mother died a month ago. That could be enough motive for his psychotic breakdown.” As I read the file of the man, I realize that Reid’s completely right and we start calling the team to let them know.

It only toke us an stressful evening to finish the paperwork and we go back to Virginia on the plane during nighttime. Everybody seem to be extra tired and had fallen sleep just as we sat on the plane. Spence and I were the only ones who were awake, blaming it on the amount of coffee’s that we toke that day.

Reid and I were the only ones sitting by the plane table, both with a book on our hands. To be honest, I was paying 0 attention to the book. Since I started on the BAU a year ago, Spencer and I always had a weird type of tension. Everybody knew I was hella attracted to him, but he didn’t notice any of the many signals threw at him.

He was so fucking oblivious for this type of things. I can believe how a genius profiler couldn’t see that I had the hots for him since day one.

As a profiler there are things that you pick out of people, and even more if you have a crush on them. There were two things that drove me insane about Reid: his lips and his hands.

HIS MOTHERFUCKING HANDS.

On one side, when he started ranting about stuff he knew or was passionate about his lips would dry out. So, with that happening, he had the constant need of travelling his tongue throw his plumped lips to hydrate them.

HE. WAS. CONSTANTLY. LICKING. THEM.

I almost caught myself moaning out loud on the conference room one day that I was extra horny, and Spencer was explaining to me the movie he saw that night. His eyes were fixed on mine and my eyes kept travelling from his to his lips and moving hands. Emily, who sat by my side, smirked and shot me a knowingly look.

On the other side, HIS HANDS. Everybody knew he could read 20.000 words per minute, which was crazy by itself. To help his reading his hands followed rapidly the sentences and flipped the pages with ease.

It may sound stupid, but I got wet several times just watching him read. Reading Reid combined his two most attractive features. His lips moved following the words and his hands accompanied the book pages.

So, after all the tension accumulated in these few days of work, Spencer currently reading by my side felt like a sick joke. A fucking punishment.

All I could think about is how his full lips would feel against your neck, travelling towards your tits and sucking hardly on one of your nipples while the other one was being pinched with his long fingers. How his mouth and hands would feel against your core, his tongue against your clit and one hand against your neck.

You hadn’t realized that everybody had already got off the plane, except for Reid who couldn’t get out of his sit because you were blocking him.

“Y/N!” His hands made a set of movements in front your eyes to wake you from the daydream you were having. His eyes were looking at you worryingly. “Are you okay? You look kinda flushed, maybe you are getting sick.”

“Oh! Sorry, Spence. I was just daydreaming, or more like nightdreaming since it’s 2 am.” I tried to joke.

“Did you know that most people spend 47% of their waking time daydreaming every day? Although, there’s no consistent theory or definition among psychologists on the different types of daydreams.”

To be honest, I did not hear a word he just said. My eyes were locked on his lips and after he said the last word, he drew his lips against his lower lip.

I moaned.

I. FUCKING. MOANED. OUT. LOUD.

Somebody kill me right now.

Embarrassed I falsely coughed. “I didn’t know. That sounds interesting, Reid, but we should leave already. It’s so late.”

Spencer seemed to be speechless because he didn’t say a word just a ‘goodbye’ left his lips after getting to the parking lot.

I fucked it up, I need to talk to Emily and drink a bottle of wine.

“Emily.” I groaned as I hear she picked the call.

“Y/N, I was asleep. What happened? Is there something wrong?” She asked worryingly but annoyed at the same time.

“I messed up. I messed up so badly. I don’t think I can ever look at Spencer’s face again.”

I heard her laugh. “What happened? Do you wanna come to my place and explain it to me?”

“Sure, prepare the wine.” I hang up after hearing her laugh again.

In less than 10 minutes I’m already ringing her door.

“Hey baby, come in.” Emily greeted me and passing me a glass full of white wine.

As I sat down on her sofa, I give a big gulp and sigh. “I moaned. He did his lip thingy while ranting about daydreaming and I spent the whole travel in the plane thinking about him, his hands. You know what he does to me! And then, I was just staring at his lips and couldn’t help myself but moan out loud. I’m so embarrassed.”

Emily starts laughing so much that tears started falling of her eyes. I sigh because I knew that she would react like that and I finish my glass and grab her full glass of wine and finishing it in one gulp.

She stops laughing but a smile is plastered in her face. “How did he react?”

“We made it back to the parking lot without crossing any word. He just muttered a ‘goodbye’ and left.” I sigh again and close my eyes feeling already dizzy because of the wine.

I pour myself another glass and drink it.

Emily stares at me till I finish my third glass. “What if you call him and tell him, finally, that you’ve got the hots for him?”

“You know what?! I’m going to do it.” I pick my phone from the table and ring him.

As he picks up, Emily whispers “Put it on speaker.”

I pressed the speaker option and hear Spencer’s voice: ‘Y/N?”

“Hi, Reid. Remember that I was daydreaming on the plane?” I continue without waiting for a response, but he murmurs a ‘yes’. “All I could think about is about your mouth on my pussy and your hands on my neck.”

“Oh my god” I heard Emily say.

“You don’t fucking know what your lips and hands do to me every time you are reading, and you read a fucking lot, Reid.”

I stop my rant and wait for him to say something, but I’m left waiting.

I sigh on defeat. “I’m sorry, I just thought I had to let you know. I’m not going to make things weird in work and if you want to I can stop talking to you. It would hurt but-“

“Y/N” I hear his voice come out my phone like a growl. “Where are you right now?”

Fuck, I’m wet again.

“I’m at Emily’s right now.” I say unsure.

“Give me 15 minutes, I’m coming.” And then he hangs up.

WHAT?

HE IS COMING?!

TO GET ME?!

“Emily, what did just happen?”

“You are getting laid, my girl.” She says loudly. “Are you wearing cute underwear?”

·

I receive a text from Reid saying to come down and I obey immediately saying ‘goodbye’ and ‘thanks’ to Emily.

I see Reid’s car and just as I got into the passenger sit and put the safety belt, he starts driving.

“Y/N. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fucking sound you made on the plane.” My eyes grew wide and turned to stare at him. “I never thought you could actually be attracted to me, although Morgan and Emily always kept insisting that you did.”

I chuckled. “Spence, I’ve always tried to make you notice me, but you are so fucking oblivious. I thought you didn’t want anything from me.”

“How could I not want anything from you? Are you crazy? You are stunning, funny, and so fucking smart. You’ve everything.” He says staring at me as he just parked in front of his apartment.

His eyes drift off to my lips and proceeds to lick his.

And again, I moan out loud.

“Fuck, Y/N. Let’s get inside before I fuck you right here in the car.”

Jesus-fucking-christ.

I’ve never heard him sound like this, a new kind of confidence occupied his body and it showed.

As we reached the lift, the tension between the two of us was so dense I couldn’t breathe steadily. The door dings and opens, Spencer grabbed my hand and takes me to his apartment. Without waiting a second after closing the door, he led me into his room.

“Sit down.” He ordered me and I don’t hesitate to do it. “Before we start this, I want to tell you that I won’t be gentle. Also, this ain’t going to be a one-time thing, after this I’m going to ask you out on a date. Just so you know that I’m not playing with your feelings or that this is a one-sided thing.”

“Reid, I need your lips on mine, right now.”

“This is the only time I’m going to take an order from you, baby.”

He launched himself over my body and went for my lips. With my bottom lip between his teeth, I opened my mouth granting pass to his tongue. As our tongues dance with each other a loud moan left my mouth.

“Y/N… those fucking sounds are going to be the death of me.” He lifts my weigh while turning around and I end up straddling him. “Remind me again of what you daydreamed back in the plane.” He says while leaving kisses on my check and continued with my jaw.

“You started biting my neck…” he proceeded to do that going for the sweet spot just below my ear. “Fuck.” I moan.

“What else?”

His teeth nipped strongly on my skin and I closed my mouth to try to not make a sound, failing of course.

“I imagined you eating me out and then chocking me.”

He separated his head of my neck and looked at me with a new sparkle in his eyes. “If you behave, I might just do that, baby.”

Between kisses, I toke his shirt off and he toke mine, followed by my bra.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed so many nights about these two. Had to jerk off so many times in my shower thinking about coming onto them.” I moaned at his dirty talk; I should have known he was good with his words in bed too. “Maybe we could do that another time, now I’m going to give my full attention to this right here.” He said while cupping my pussy with his hand.

He pushed me into the bed on my back and toke my pants and underwear off. His mouth traveled between my tits and continued on my abdomen. He started kissing my thighs but every time he got close to where I needed him the most, he started kissing my other thigh.

“Please, Spencer.” I implored.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He arched an eyebrow.

“You know what I want, Reid.”

“Use your words.” He blew air into the center of my core.

“I need you, your tongue, fingers… I don’t care. I need you. PLEASE.”

“If you beg me like that, baby.”

His tongue attacked my clitoris while two of his fingers entered me.

“Spencer!” I screamed.

With a smirk, his tongue continued lapping my clit while his fingers curled inside me. His mouth left my core to give attention to my boobs. His fingers still working in and out and his teeth nipping my nipples was starting to be too much for me. My legs started trembling and sweat was covering every inch of my body. The warm sensation was overwhelming and as he pinched my nipple and bitted the other one, I came.

“Fucking hell Reid.” I moaned. As I came down of my high, he licked his fingers.

“You taste so good, baby. It almost feels like a sin to taste like this, I wanna eat this pussy every day.”

My mouth opened speechless at his words.

Is it possible to be already wet again and ready for more? Because Spencer just had made it possible for me.

“I want those pinks lips wrapped around my cock. Now.”

He grabbed the back of my thighs lifting me up again to straddle him. We get into a deep kiss in which I get to taste myself and help him get out of his pants and boxers. His cock completely erected stood now on his stomach.

Licking my lips hungrily, I went directly to wrap the tip with my lips and tacking it out making a ‘pop’ sound.

“Shit.” He groans.

With the help of my hand, I start slow movements on his length. I take him fully on my mouth earning a loud moan that went directly to the inside of my pussy. His hand grabbed my hair, stopping me for a second.

“Y/N, I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

“Do it, Reid” I bob my head faster and I toke his balls on my hands massaging them.

“Holy shit.” He growled and came inside my mouth. His saltiness fulling me. “That felt so good baby.” He sighs and cups my face bringing it to his.

We kissed and I smiled. “Now, can I finally have that cock inside my pussy?”

He tucked my hair with his hand making my neck to be on full exposure to his mouth. “Come and ride me baby.” Ordered while attacking my neck again.

He’s going to leave me so many marks.

I positioned my pussy right on his cock and pushed it inside me. We both groaned at the same time.

“You feel so good around me.”

I moaned at his words and started riding him. We both were a moaning mess, but he seemed to get frustrated.

“I need to go faster.” He pushed me into my back. He pushed himself into me, getting more in depth in this new position. My legs were on his shoulders and his cock was deeper than ever. One of his hands traveled to my clit drawing circles on it and his other hand positioned on my neck with a light pressure.

“Harder.” I demanded between moans.

He did what I said and putted more pressure on my neck.

“Y/N, come for me.” As if I just needed to hear him say it, my whole body reacted to his words giving me one of the best orgasms I have ever had.

“Oh my god.” I moaned. My clenched pussy wrapped around him was what he needed to have his release.

“Baby, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He said lying on his back and getting off me.

We lied catching our breath.

“Same, Spence.”

He then seemed to be on deep thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“That now, everytime I read all I’m going to think is about you moaning.”

I laugh at his response. “Finally, you will suffer some consequences for being hot without realizing.”

We laugh.

“As I promised,” he started and turned all his body to face mine, “do you wanna go out with me on a date?”

I looked at him sweetly while we cupped my cheek with one hand, getting my hair out my face.

“Of course, idiot. It was time you asked.”

[sayonarasanity]

Chance With You

Summary: It is hard to see beauty in everything. Especially after a life as a soldier who had witnessed so many of his fellow comrades’ and thousands of people’s death. But Hanji wears that word as an outfit every day. It is drawn aesthetically in the way her eye lights up despite everything, in the way she examines each living being she finds in the garden, in the way her curiosity never leaving her mind. She is neither a tree nor a bird. She is a forest; she has a universe and a variety of colours in her land. Beauty is a butterfly that has perched upon her shoulder and it never leaves her side. 

Link to AO3

notes: for the first part of this story I was kind of inspired by this ask. I highly recommend you to check that out as well also for Hanji's short hair see this post

A house, surrounded by some young, some old trees and green grass, with a little garden outside colourful with flowers, herbs and vegetables of different species. In the morning, the birds chirp just beyond his window, they welcome the new coming day with a melody in their tongue. The sun illuminates the sky brighter as if it had a mind of its own and it thought that a world after a gruesome war, painful sacrifices and unreasonable hatred deserves to shine more. 

The familiar touch of warm fingers traces the line of scars on his face while he is still half-asleep, lying one side of his face buried on the pillow. The fingers move upwards to comb his hair back, then they slide downwards to his bare shoulders, to the space between his shoulder blades where old, pale wounds are inked permanently. Then a pair of lips are pressed on his temple, they are warm, and the touch is undeniably real. If it wasn’t, he would pray for it to go away, to disappear. Because if it wasn’t, ripping his heart out of its place would be less painful to open his eyes to the empty side of a twin bed.

“Morning, handsome.” 

“Hmm,” he murmurs. Insomnia post-war still has its fair share of control over him. It is like a friend that he never intended to be close to, yet he is stuck with it inside the same cell in the same prison. 

But Levi post-war had something else against it. Someone else, a third one in the cell to be accurate. 

She presses her lips on his shoulder, and he half opens his right eye then shifts his head a little so that he can see her properly with his only functional, left one. Her dispersed, brown hair is the first thing that comes into his view. Then her eyes, one wounded like him and the other glittering with the daylight and her smile when she rests her head on her pillow. 

“Hey,” he says with a rusty, morning voice. 

Hanji reaches out with her hand to cup his cheek, her thumb caresses the scars again, goes over his blind eye then fixes his brow. “How romantic,” she sighs. “We match like broken glass.” Then her hand moves down to his undercut, her fingers warm on his rough, shaved skin. “Maybe I should get an undercut too.”

He touches the old scar on her left eye, and then her hair with his three remaining fingers. It is shorter than before, now it ends a little below her ear, curling on her nape. “It would suit you.”

“You think so?” she asks a mischievous smile shapes on the corner of her lips. 

“Yeah,” he tries to suppress the smile, but his lips move slightly, nonetheless.

“Armin and Onyankopon will come for a visit today,” Hanji says.

“For what?”

“They said they had something to show us,” she shrugs one shoulder. “And that it was a surprise.”

Levi cannot think of anything. Nor his or Hanji’s birthday are close, or any holiday is on sight. Levi wonders if it is Gabi and Falco’s doing. Though as far as he knew they were away, travelling. 

He raises himself on one elbow and gets his face closer to her neck to press his lips on her skin. “How much time do we have?” he murmurs as he puts his right arm next to her head to balance himself and intertwines their fingers with his other hand while leaving another kiss to her jaw.

“I don’t know,” she sighs as he kisses the sensitive skin under her ear. “An hour or so, I guess.”

“Good enough,” he whispers and finally catches her lips with his own. 

-

“Good morning, Captain,” Armin greets him when he steps inside the kitchen. He wears a black suit; his hair is combed neatly, and he carries himself with a maturity the war he had to face so early in his life and his age has brought about. There are no traces of the insecure, irresolute boy upon him any more. But his smile and the shiny blue eyes are still the same. 

“Morning,” he responds as Onyankopon and Hanji follows Armin into the kitchen. They all gather around the kitchen table. He is not a captain or anything anymore, but he lets it slide whenever Armin or one of the other kids call him that. It feels nostalgic and works well as a reminder that everything that had happened wasn’t a daydream or a shitty nightmare but an unfortunate reality. 

“How do you feel, Levi-san?” Onyankopon asks, sitting across from him. He too wears a suit, a light grey one and has a matching bowler hat on his head. 

“Not bad,” he says sipping from his tea. 

Hanji serves their visitors two cups of tea then sits down next to him. “He actually means, I feel very good and I’m glad to be fucking alive, Onyankopon. Thanks for asking, what about you?”

Armin hides a silent chuckle behind his fist, pretending to be coughing while Onyankopon smiles and even laughs quietly. “I’m great, thank you.”

“Good,” Hanji beams.

“Stop translating me,” Levi says, glaring at her. “We speak the same fucking language.”

“Yes, we do,” she approves then adds, raising her brows with a knowing look. “But they don’t.”

“Tch,” he grunts and then sees the two younger men watching them with a weird expression on their faces. Half smiling, half questioning. His body tenses without control, and he grips the arm of the wheelchair. “Armin,” he decides to ask, just to be sure. “Do you see Hanji here?”

The blond boy blinks in confusion and stares at Hanji for a few seconds. “Yes, of course, Captain. She sits next to you.” 

“Right,” he sighs. 

A hand slides slowly on his back, drawing circles on top of his shirt. It immediately does its magic. His strained body relaxes under her touch. “No need to be confused,” Hanji explains, and Levi doesn’t look at her, but he just knows that she is smiling. “He is just making sure that I’m not a ghost and he hasn’t gone batshit crazy.”

Levi nor approves or rejects this accusation as he quietly proceeds to drink his tea. No one plans a murder out loud. 

“Well,” Onyankopon starts, he sounds a little nervous and when Levi looks at him, he sees that his expression is also the same. “Don’t worry, Levi-san. She is as real as the greys in your hair.”

The hand on his back stops its movements, Armin freezes with the teacup half lifted to his mouth, his eyes are wide and terrified and for several seconds nobody even dares to fucking breathe.

Levi feels Hanji’s body shaking. He knows she is trying to suppress her laughter. Onkankopon opens his mouth, ready to explain himself. “I didn’t—” 

“It’s okay,” Levi cuts in. “They both mean that I’m still fucking alive.”

-

They go outside after breakfast to see what Armin and Onyankopon came here today for. Levi had only been getting used to the midday sun dazzling his vision when he heard Hanji shrieking with joy and excitement.

“Is it what I think it is?” She exclaims bending over a black thing that he had likened to a wheelchair. He doesn’t understand the reason why she is so thrilled over it. 

Onyankopon joins Hanji to explain the gadget while Armin stays next to him. “The hell is that?”

“It is a special wheelchair, Captain,” Armin explains. “Hanji-san had told us that you were sick of being pushed everywhere and we had been thinking about a solution. It took a while though,” he says sheepishly. “We’ve been kind of busy. But it’s finally completed and ready to be used.”

“This was her idea?” Levi asks, watching the excitement radiating through her body. Especially her eyes are shining even brighter than the sun hanging on top of their heads. 

“Well, kind of.” Hanji sits on the wheelchair, curious idiot, and presses upon some things on the arm of the chair then screams when the thing suddenly moves forward on its own. Levi blinks his eyes, surprised. “I think she didn’t want you to feel like you were being a burden to her, so she didn’t directly ask for this, and to be honest I already had an idea in my mind when she had talked to me. So, yeah, this happened.”

Levi continues to watch Hanji who is moving forwards, backwards and to the left and right. Laughing and smirking like a child in an amusement park. “It’s amazing!” she yells. “Armin, you are a genius!”

The boy laughs and clears his throat seemingly embarrassed. “I’m glad you liked it, Hanji-san.”

“Levi!” she jumps up, and walking to where he is, she catches his hands. “Come on, you have to try it!”

She helps him get up from his wheelchair. “You know I can still walk on my own, right, four-eyes?” It takes quite an effort though, but he can. 

“Don’t ruin my only excuse to touch you in public, shorty,” Hanji replies as they take slow steps towards the other, more technological wheelchair.

“You don’t need an excuse to touch me,” he says.

“Oww,” she coos. “How sweet of you—”

“Because I don’t want to be touched,” he goes on as he sits down. “In public.”

“Cruel, old man,” Hanji mutters, shaking her head. 

“I’m not old, I’m only in my forties,” he objects, glaring at her. “Stop acting as if I’m a walking funeral.”

“Yes, of course, grandpa,” Hanji pats his head and Levi slaps it away. 

Hanji and Armin quickly show him how the thing works and apparently it doesn’t require much of a genius to understand. He pushes upon the buttons hesitantly at first, moving only inches here and there as the three of them watch him expectantly and with an annoying curiosity. It is actually quite useful, at least he won’t need Hanji to push him whenever he wants to go out for some fresh air or he won’t need to overuse his arms. It is also more comfortable, and there is even a place on the arm to put his teacup. 

“Did you like it?”

Levi looks up to see them expecting his answer. Hanji was the one to ask the question, yet it is obvious that the other two are also waiting to hear what he has to say. “Yeah,” he says causing them to take a huge sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

“I’m so happy to hear that you liked it.” Onyankopon smiles and Armin nods.

“Come on now, take a stroll.” Hanji claps her hands excitedly. “Let’s see what this baby is capable of.”

Levi had been planning to just do that. There is enough space in the yard to test the machine properly. However, before he sets on to do what Hanji has offered, he looks into her eye, intensely enough for her to frown and her expression to change into confusion. Armin and Onyankopon had already started to talk with each other and are too much preoccupied to realise what is going on. So, with that bringing him more courage, he brings one hand down and pats his knee.

She is quite surprised and a little embarrassed as a cute flush colour her cheeks and she laughs nervously, combing her hair behind her ear with one hand. “Okay.”

“Have you put on weight?” Levi questions when Hanji sits down between his knees and curls her knees to her stomach. She secures herself by putting her feet next to his leg.

“Shut up,” she chides him and wraps an arm around his neck.

He holds her by the waist with his left arm, just in case. “Ready?”

She nods and sends him a toothy grin. “Always.”

Levi presses upon the button and they move forward. There is no hesitation in his control as the machine goes faster this time, stumbling when the wheels go over some rocks or little bumps on the lawn. Hanji is ecstatic. The wind ruffles her short hair, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. It is hard to see beauty in everything. Especially after a life as a soldier who had witnessed so many of his fellow comrades’ and thousands of people’s death. But Hanji wears that word as an outfit every day. It is drawn aesthetically in the way her eye lights up despite everything, in the way she examines each living being she finds in the garden, in the way her curiosity never leaving her mind. She is neither a tree nor a bird. She is a forest; she has a universe and a variety of colours in her land. Beauty is a butterfly that has perched upon her shoulder and it never leaves her side. 

“Why have you stopped?” Hanji asks, and only then does he realize that they aren’t moving anymore and that he had been staring at her thinking how fucking lucky he is to have this, this thing which is called love.

Rather than answering, he holds her nape and brings her face closer, resting her forehead against his. Then closes his eyes and inhales the smell of the soap they share together, and the odour of the tea leaves still fresh on her breath. 

He feels the moment her body melts, as her fingers touch his neck, and her thumb caresses his cheek. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Just checking.”

She laughs quietly, then leans in for a brief, soft kiss on his lips ignoring the fact that they are being watched by two of their former subordinates. Levi uses that moment to press on one of the buttons which quickly swirls the wheelchair to the right with a sudden movement. The kiss is over in a second as Hanji yelps then laughs heartily tilting her head backwards. The sun shines on her skin, and a butterfly flies around her head, fluttering its wings.  

And despite all those years that had passed, and despite the places, they had seen during the last few years Levi is still positive that it is the best fucking sound this crocked world has to offer. 

   That was just a dream.

Levi stirs and blinks his eyes open, then almost immediately winces at his stiff neck. Curses at himself as he lifts up a hand to massage the skin. He had fallen asleep on the couch again with the TV open. His mother would’ve killed him if she were here. Good thing he had moved away for his job. He is still too young for this shit.

Accepting the fact that he has to deal with a stiff neck for the rest of the day he sits up reaching for the remote control. 

That was just a dream, says Michael Stipe on the TV. The clip is almost over and the song fades. Just a dream.

He turns it off.

It is almost five in the morning and there is not even a drop of sleep left in his system. He walks to the bathroom yawning and stretching his body. His neck and shoulders crackle and he wrinkles his face. “Goddamn.”

He washes his hands on the sink and then his face, getting rid of the crust around his eyes. After that, he uses a towel to dry his face, and when the towel covers the right side of his face and his right eye, and he stares before him to the mirror he stops.

Bits and pieces of strange images slide inside of his head, a man around his forties who is sitting on a wheelchair, a blind eye, a scar running up and down one side of his face, a woman with short hair and bright eyes, a house with a garden, the sound of genuine laughter, the feeling of—

He drops the towel to the side of the sink and breathes heavily. His fingers touch the smooth skin on his face absentmindedly and he stares at his reflection. And his, thankfully still functioning blue eyes stare at him back, like they have no idea what the hell is going on. He checks his right hand to see all of his fingers are in place. Then he bends a little and slaps his leg, taps his foot on the ground for good measure. 

“Huh,” he murmurs then. “Weird.”

Shaking his head, he settles on the idea that whatever he had seen was just a bizarre albeit a little too much realistic dream and sends it away to the back of his mind. Although he realizes that after remembering it, he feels somehow lighter. It is similar to the feeling one gets when the winter quietly recedes, and the trees start to give life to little flowers. That feeling of being lightweight and carefree even if it is just for a little while.

He takes a shower.

When he sits back down on the couch after the shower with a cup of tea in his hand, he opens his laptop to deal with some unread emails piled up in his inbox. He leaves the tea on the coffee table, next to his phone and puts away the towel he had been using to dry his hair. 

Minutes later, when he reaches for the cup, he catches the moment his phone lighting up with a new notification.

 Are you awake? The text says.

Taking the phone in his hands he taps, what do you think?  

It takes only a second for his phone to start ringing. “Hey,” he opens the call. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I’ve only just woken up,” she says but her voice sounds clear, dispersed of the sleepy roughness like she had been awake for a while. “Had a dream.”

“Bad one?” he asks as he takes a sip from his tea, his eyes scanning his laptop screen.

“Well, not really but kind of.” A pause, like she is lost in thought, then she adds. “I saw you.”

Levi hums, approvingly. “Naked?”

She lets out a loud, heartfelt laugh. “Oh my God, Levi. No,” she giggles breathlessly. “It wouldn’t be a bad dream if you were naked, you know.”

“Right,” he chuckles. “What was it then?”

“It was weird.” She stops again for a few seconds. “Like really weird.”

“You should tell me first if you want me to believe you, Hanji,” he says, not quite seriously. 

She sighs. Then there is another pause which is relatively longer. Levi knits his brows and sits a little more upright. Something is wrong.

“What is it—”

“You were sitting on a wheelchair,” Hanji spills eventually, and the words die on his tongue. “And there were scars on your face. They were like war scars like you were once a soldier, a veteran. And—and you looked peaceful but also a little sad too. I don’t know. You were also older. Then there were two young people with you and a tall man. I don’t really remember their faces. I think you were travelling, you looked like tourists though I am not so sure but I-" she breaths fast, she hasn’t stopped talking for a while. “I wasn’t there.”

“Hanji,” he manages to say, despite the fact that he feels like he is choking in his own breath.

“It felt so wrong,” she goes on with a thin, frail voice. “I remember how I felt in the dream. I wanted to reach you, but I couldn’t, I tried to call out to you, but you didn’t hear. It was almost like… like I was a ghost. I was invisible. I was so desperate to just be with you and it felt so damn wrong that I wasn’t.”

“It was just a dream,” he whispers when he finds his voice. His body is frozen like he was paralyzed by something he had no control over. 

“It felt so real.” He hears the tremble in her breath, and he notices how tight he had been holding the teacup. It is almost a miracle that it hadn’t been shattered to pieces yet. 

“I had a dream too,” he decides to tell her.

“Oh?” She sounds interested and he is relieved to hear that her voice is back to its natural tone. “What did you see?”

So, he tells her the dream, not leaving much out except for the things he remembers himself feeling. She listens without almost a sound. He only occasionally hears her gasps and thoughtful hums and the quiet rhythm of her breaths. Only when he tells her that one of the men's in his dream was looking suspiciously similar to Armin, she adds thoughtfully that now that she thinks about it, the man in her dream was very much like Onyankopon. He flicks his fingers, of course, the other man was Onyanokpon. Though the identities of the two younger people remains a mystery.

When he finishes she is silent for a while. Possibly thinking. 

“Hey, Levi,” she says, at last, drawing him out of his own deep thoughts. “Do you think we might’ve lived another life together?”

He examines the keyboard of the laptop for a handful of thoughtful seconds. “I don’t know,” he replies, honestly. Frankly, it is not that much of a long shot. “Maybe.”

“I don’t remember anything, though,” she continues. Levi imagines her lying on her back, watching the ceiling, her dark hair scattered on the pillow. “Do you?”

He almost says no, but then he recalls the dream again, and the way her skin reflected the morning sun, how her laughter touched the forgotten, drought lands in his heart and how lucky he felt to have her right beside. “I remember loving you,” he blurts, surprised even himself.

For an uncomfortably, and terrifyingly long second, she doesn’t respond. He chuckles, somewhat nervously. “Too much?”

“No,” she breathes. “No, it’s not. I just didn't expect you to say something like that.”

“Yeah,” he says dryly. “Tell me about it.”

“So, what do you think?” She asks, shifting the matter masterfully. “Which one was real?”

“How would I know?” 

“Might be both,” she reasons. “Alternate realities and all that.”

“Yeah,” he mutters and shrugs although she can’t see it. “Why not?”

“Weird.” Levi holds the handle of the teacup and taps the table absently. “I wonder what happened. In my version, you know. Did I die before you? Maybe I was a soldier as well.”

Levi doesn’t like that possibility. It leaves a sour taste in his mouth but considering the two obscure dreams, it is likely. “You had a scar on your eye,” he says remembering his dream. “You most probably were.” 

“Oh,” she sighs woefully. “Sorry for leaving you alone, then.”

“Yeah. Sorry for letting you die.”

She laughs. “Well, you probably had no other choice.”

He runs a hand over his face. What the actual fuck they are talking about in the goddamn wee hours? “Hanji, this doesn’t make any sense. Seriously, go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. I keep remembering the dream. I wish I had seen your version.”

He wishes the same too, to be honest. “Forget about it. Just sleep.”

“I can’t forget about it,” her voice comes muffled, like a part of her mouth is pressed upon her pillow. “You looked so fine with that scar.”

He pinches his nose but cannot stop himself from grinning like a lovesick fool for the life of him. “Idiot.”

“Would you like to hear something disgustingly cheesy and cliché?” She asks, drowsily.

“No.”

She goes on as if he had never talked. “I’m your idiot.”

“Dear, fucking Lord,” Levi struggles very hard to keep his laughter inside. “Just sleep already.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs, she is most probably about to fall asleep. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“No, you will see me today.”

“Right, good, good,” she sighs, sleepily. “Later, then my handsome, my shorty, my one and only.”

“Dumbass,” he says affectionately but she is already snorting on the other side of the line. 

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➥ What I think the Haikyuu boys final grades are in school

warnings: timeskip spoilers!;not proof read

Karasuno

Kenma & Kuroo 

Inarizaki 

Bokuto & Akaashi 

Oikawa+ Iwaizumi

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Karasuno-

Sugawara- Suga’s above average. He’s actually really smart when he applies himself, volleyball has just taken up a lot of his time. It’s hard balancing school and having to take care of the first years every day. He still manages to pass all his exams. I think him becoming an elementary school teacher is a very fitting job for him. 

Final grade: B+

Nishinoya- I think we all know this goofball can't stay still in class. When he's taking tests he probably fidgets in his chair, eager for the last bell to ring. His teachers are constantly calling him out for him to pay attention. 

Final grade: D+

Tskuishima- He’s a showoff smarty pants. He likes to brag to Kageyama and Hinata about how he scored high on all his exams. Tsuki seems like the type of guy not to ask questions in class or really pay attention but still manages to understand the material. 

Final grade: A-

Yamaguchi- Yams asks Tsuki for help ALL the time. Yam’s is a good student, he turns in his work on time and pays attention in class. He’s too busy thinking about how he can improve his severs or embarrassing moments that pop up randomly when he’s in math. He gets nervous before exams for sure. 

Final grade: C+

Hinata- It’s confirmed that Hinata isn't the brightest. He’s constantly working with Yachi after school but still not understanding the material. In class, he tries his hardest to focus, but his mind wanders and ends up on volleyball.           

Final grade: D+

Kageyama- Kag’s is just as bad as Hinata which is also confirmed. He doesn't even bother paying attention. He thinks about how he can beat Hinata at practice. He stares at the clock the whole time waiting for class to end to make it to the club room before Hinata. Yachi tries to help him out, but he's a lost cause. 

Final grade: D-

Tanaka- He’s probably the type to ask to use the bathroom and never go back to class. When he is in class, he daydreams about Kiyoko, were but gonna go into detail about what cause I know this man’s mind is filthy. Tanaka turns in half-ass assignments that consist of, “IDK” “9+10=21″ or doodles.               

Final grade: D+

Daichi: He’s actually really good at paying attention in class. He participates and asks for help when he needs it. All his teachers love him for his maturity and politeness. He’s the type to breakdown and cuss out his teachers in his head when they’re being asses and not explaining assignments correctly.         

Final grade: B+

Asahi: He’s so afraid to ask for help. A lot of teachers confuse him for being an adult. He gets sweaty palms before exams. Suga is always going over assignments with him in the club room. Asahi still manages to pass his exams and gets all excited when he sees he didn’t fail because he was probably had anxiety the whole week just thinking about his score. 

Final grade: C+

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Nekoma-

Kenma- He’s too consumed with video games and volleyball to take about school. Kenma is really smart but when he isn't interested in something, he’ll completely disregard it. He turns in half-ass assignments with witty responses. Kenma is the type to work on his homework for a good 10 minutes, but then somehow end up on his phone playing among us. He gets in trouble for being on his phone or gameboy during class too many times to count. 

Final grade: C+

Kuroo- We all know his best subject is science. When it comes to other subjects, he's completely stumped. It takes him a while to decipher his homework but he eventually figures it out. Since he’s very observant he usually goes back to what he learned in class. Kuroo really does apply himself in school but being Captain of the volleyball team is also a lot of responsibility but he always manages to pull through when it’s exam time. 

Final grade: B-

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Inarizaki-

Suna- Most likely on his phone the whole class, taking pictures of the board so when he’s home he can see what he missed then ends up taking selfies. Very quiet as well. When he does pay attention, he’s always talking to himself in his head, “When is this class over” “This teacher is ass at teaching.” Suna daydreams and doodles on his papers forgetting he has to turn them in at the end of class. Always thinking about how he can make fun of the twins or kite during practice. His teachers are always taking his phone away when he gets caught with it.

Final Grade: C+

Kita- Is adored by his teachers. He’s one to call out a kid for being disruptive during class. He takes a lot of self-care days. I see Kita being into a lot of stationery items and organizing them during class. Always asking questions and getting praised for correct answers. Teammates call him a teacher’s pet but he says otherwise. 

Final Grade: A-

Osamu- Thinking about food during class or just eating during class. He’s been caught multiple times munching on chips in the middle of English class. Also very competitive when it comes to exams, he makes bets with Atsumu to see who scores higher. He gets his work done and turns everything in on time.       

Final grade: B+

Atsumu- Hates when he fails a test. He gives me perfectionist vibes, he's putting time into perfecting each answer for himself but also to beat Osamu score-wise. Probably reading love notes some first-year girl put in his locker in the morning. His teachers confiscate them and read them out to the whole class. 

Final grade: A-

Aran-  Very intelligent. He has to be top of his class. The twins are always bashing him for being a try-hard, but he doesn't even have to try. School just comes naturally for him and he even surprises himself sometimes.                

Final Grade: A+

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Fukurōdani-

Bokuto- School makes him an emotional rollercoaster. It really sets off his mood swings. He probably yells out of frustration in the of class startling everyone. Bokuto goes to Akaashi for help and reassurance when he’s stressed out. Exams are hell for Akaashi poor him, Bokuto goes over to his house begging for his notes which he studies for 5 minutes then proceeds to ask Akaashi to practice with him completely forgetting exams are tomorrow. He’s actually really smart but he doubts himself a lot. When exam scores come in he’ll probably shout out “HEY HEY HEYY” in the middle of the hallway. 

Final Grade: B-

Akaashi- Always calm and composed during exams. His intuition helps him a lot in school. When he’s in homeroom, Boukto is always barging in asking for help or rants to him while he’s studying. When he goes back to reads his notes when he’s home, he realizes he never got to finish them because he had to stop to comfort Bokuto when broke down crying in his homeroom. This man’s patience is something else. 

Final Grade: A-

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Aoba Johsai-

Oikawa- This bastard is smart asf it’s infuriating. He has it all basically. He’s the type to not even pay attention during class, too busy strategizing plays in his head rather than doing the assignment in front of him. Just like Atsumu, he gets a lot of love letters/confessions which just boost his confidence even more when in class. He manages to finish up his assignment in the last 5 minutes of the class getting every single answer correct. How he does it? Man, I don't fucking know. 

Final Grade: A+

Iwaizumi- Mans is stubborn when it comes to schoolwork. He refuses help from Oikawa when he needs it the most. I see him mumbling under his breath when he’s in class when he’s confused. Exams/Tests are hard for him. He manages to do pretty well all by himself because he pushes himself.             

Final Grade: C+

[namfine]

can i request a pacify her - melanie martinez au with taehyung? 🥺

Anon I am so sorry this took so long to get to!! I listened to the song several times and this is the vibe I got from it, I hope it’s to your liking ;-; it’s 20 pages long lmaoIf you know the song then I guess you know what to expect?? If you don’t well then you’re in for a ride O: Edit: Idk why it looks so messed up on mobile, so I apologize for that ;-;-Admin FizzyPairing: Kim Taehyung x ReaderTags: College!au, implied cheating, lowkey kinda “crazy” reader???, angst, a wee bit of fluff, drinking

     You knew it was wrong to develop this crush on him, but honestly who wouldn’t? With his wavy black hair that looked soft to the touch, warm brown eyes that you seemed to get lost in every time you locked gazes, that unique smile of his that shaped his mouth into an almost box like form, and an overall personality that made you feel warm and giddy from the inside out. Kim Taehyung was truly a work of art, the perfect gentleman whose attractive features were truly just the cherry on top of his whole being. He was the guy everyone wanted to be friends with, the guy everyone wanted at their party, and the guy everyone wanted to date. Which is where your little problem comes in.He was taken, it was known by the whole campus that there was this lucky person who got to kiss those lips and call him theirs. It was another equally popular student so it was no surprise when the two finally got together, having been dating for about 5 months now. Lots of people were heartbroken, yourself included, but that didn’t necessarily stop you from developing feelings for the man. Even though you knew nothing would ever happen between you two.  You were not exactly content with not being with him, but always happy to look at him from afar but always saddened that he will never look at you the way he looked at her. You could say you two were somewhat acquaintances, exchanging a few words every now and then in the one class you shared. When he gave you that infamous boxxy smile of his, you swear your heart would burst out of your chest and land straight onto his lap. His always bright and upbeat personality slowly became the best part of your day.

So imagine your surprise when one day he walks into your first shared class with a sulky look on his face. He took his usual seat next to you, giving you a small nod of acknowledgment. Your eyebrows furrowed together at the lack of enthusiasm from the usually happy boy. You pressed your lips together wondering if you should say something, the obvious factor of something troubling him now starting to bother you. “Hey…are you alright?” 

His eyes open slightly in surprise, almost like he forgot you were there even though he said hello to you not even less than 10 seconds ago. “Ah, yeah I’m good! Just got a little something on my mind.” He gives you a small smile and was about to turn back towards the front of the classroom, but you didn’t want to stop talking just yet.“Um, I know we don’t really know each other that well but if you ever just wanted someone to talk to…” He looks back at you with wide eyes and you press your lips together again, wondering if maybe you had overstepped your boundaries. “Oh, thank you y/n, that’s very thoughtful of you.” He gives you another smile, this one softer than before, and turns fully back to the front. Deciding on not wanting to push him further, you give a small nod of approval yourself and also turn back to the front, questioning if he would really take you up on your offer.–Class went by as normal after your chat with Taehyung, the professor droning on about something you really couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention to, especially with the thought that something was bothering your crush.What could it be? Maybe he was having trouble in another class? Family issues? Maybe something was happening with his girlfriend.The thought of that caused a chill to go through you, an odd feeling starting to spread through your chest. You knew it was silly to automatically assume it had something to do with his girlfriend but your mind started to wander; what if they’re fighting? Or were on the verge of breaking up? A quick thought flashed through your mind that it would be your opportunity to make a move.You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the other students beginning to pack up and exit the room. It was only when someone placed a hand on your shoulder that you jolted out of your daydream state. You looked up to your left and made eye contact with those warm brown eyes. A small laugh left his lips “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump- you just seemed to be lost in thought.” There it was, the part of his personality that made every person feel personally cared for by Taehyung. You felt a smile forming and let out a soft hum while nodding your head.“Yeah I was just thinking about something, guess I let myself get too carried away haha.” He takes his hand off your shoulder and adjusts his backpack, giving you a small nod before starting to make his way out.“Oh y/n?” You look up at him, a confused look on your face.“If you ever want to talk, I’m here to listen.” A blush starts to spread on your cheeks but before Taehyung could notice, he makes his way out of the classroom.You didn’t want your conversation to end there, so you quickly packed up your things, not caring to put your pencils in the case or your papers in your folder, and hurriedly made your way to catch up with Taehyung. You looked left and right for him, seeing him leaning against a wall with that worried look on his face again. He was staring down at his phone and biting his lower lip. Without giving it a second thought you began to walk towards him.“Something troubling you again?” You asked softly, not wanting to startle him with your sudden appearance. He sighs before shoving his phone in his pocket and turning his head to you. He seemed to be thinking about something for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth to speak.“Ah it’s nothing to worry about, I was supposed to meet up with Mina but she has to stay behind in class for something.” He gives a shrug and a ‘‘oh well’ face.“Oh, no I’m sorry to hear that. Um-” You bit your bottom lip, pondering if it was okay to ask this. When he tilted his head to the side, you decided to just say fuck it and proceed.“I’m heading towards the food court, you could join me if you’d like?” Your heart started beating rapidly in your chest, feeling a sudden clamminess on your palms. What were you thinking? Asking The Kim Taehyung if he wanted to join you for lunch. What a idiotic move, he has a girlfriend for Christs sake, as if he–“Sure, that sounds really nice.” You swore you could actually feel your heart begging to burst through your ribcage. “Cool, okay.” You turned the opposite direction and started walking towards the food court.“We can talk about the assignment the professor gave us.” He said when he got next to you.“The what–”—Never did you ever think that you would be having lunch with Taehyung. The thought would make your cheeks flush red and a wave of nerves travel through you. But yet here you are, with said man sitting across from you, putting fries inside his burger. You had gotten yourself a soda and a slice of pizza, the slice being ginormous. The stand you got it from being famous on campus for having one slice be about the equivalent of two. You grabbed your fork and knife, beginning to cut off a piece. “You cut your pizza?” Taehyung asks with humor laced in his voice. You look up at him and see him trying to hold back a laugh. In retrospect it was silly, pizza is a finger food but the portion was huge! You wanted to enjoy your food and not struggle to pick it up every time.“Well, yeah! I mean at least the pizza from here. This thing is huge and I don’t really want to get my hands dirty.” You said back while laughing. Taehyung laughed, the sweet sound making your heart flutter, he shook his head thoughtfully before taking a bite of his burger. “I mean you put fries in your burger, that’s pretty odd too.” “Is it? I actually know quite a bit of people that do so!” He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk crossing his lips. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and snorted, going back to cutting more pieces off your pizza. He takes a few more bites of his burger and wipes his mouth with a napkin. He cleared his throat before speaking out.“So, do you know what you’re going to write your paper on?”“Uh…can’t say I do. To be honest I kind of zoned out during class, as you saw. So I don’t know what our topic is supposed to be based on.” You laughed, feeling embarrassed to be reliving that moment when Taehyung brought you out of your thoughts about Taehyung. A hearty laugh escaped his mouth and even though he was laughing at your expense, it warmed your heart hearing it play through your ears. He began to explain what the subject was on and even helped you pick out a topic. After finishing your meals, you continued to talk even more, glad to be able to just spend time with Taehyung. You could feel your crush on him just keep getting bigger and bigger.You were about to ask him a question when you heard someone call out his name.“Tae!”Your heads turned towards the voice, a muscle in your jaw twitching at who was calling after him. The smile that appeared on his face made your chest tighten on itself, his perfect smile not aimed at you. You should’ve figured that your little pseudo date with Taehyung would eventually come to end but you didn’t expect it to come from his girlfriend. “Mina, hi! You made it out.” She reaches the table you two were seated at, leaning down to place a quick kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. His boxy smile appears and he clasps onto one of her hands.“Yeah I’m sorry! I just needed to ask my professor a couple of questions about something, but it’s all good now!” She beams at Taehyung, seemingly not noticing your presence just yet. You were about to say something when Taehyung spoke first.“This is y/n! She’s one of my classmates.” Mina turns to you finally, a graceful smile forming on her perfect lips. Something about it didn’t seem too friendly to you however.“Hi! Thanks for keeping Taehyung company for me, but I’m sure you have your own stuff to do right?”The question seemed so innocent but you felt something else lingering behind those words. Your eyebrows shot up and you made brief eye contact with Taehyung, giving you a sweet smile. “Oh, yeah I should probably start heading to my next class. I’ll see you later Taehyung.” You gave him a smile and he smiled back, feeling your heart flutter again. “Bye y/n! Thanks for inviting me, I had fun. Good luck on your paper!” His perfect smile reappears and you wanted nothing more than to just kiss him. You wave goodbye, giving one final glance at Mina who was currently occupied holding Taehyung’s hands. However she sensed you staring because she spared you look and raised an eyebrow, almost seeming to be taunting you. You rushed your way towards your next class, not wanting to see the googly eyes that Taehyung was giving Mina instead of you. –The rest of your day went by in a blur, not really remembering anything relevant that happened. The only thing on your mind being that you got to hang out and eat lunch with Taehyung. It was silly to be thinking about it this much but you got to spend time with your crush. Even if said crush was dating someone at the moment, it still made butterflies appear in your stomach. You were starting to walk towards your dorm when someone called out your name, feeling chills run through your body at the familiar tone.“Hey, are you headed home?” You turned around and came face to face with Mina. She wore a concerned expression on her face but you narrowed your eyes at her, feeling something a bit off with her question. “Yeah I am…why?” “I live this way too, thought we could walk together.” Okay this was weird, why was Mina, Taehyung’s girlfriend, wanting to walk home with you. You had just met her today.Oh…You immediately felt on guard, not knowing what her intentions could be. You’ve never heard anything bad about Mina, but with the way she was looking at you earlier today, you had your suspicions. It was quiet between you two for a couple of seconds, the only sound being the steps of your feet.“You know it was really nice of you to invite Tae out for lunch today.”“Oh uh, yeah. He just looked kind of bummed so I thought some food could cheer him up.” You weren’t completely lying, food is usually the go to when someone is feeling down. You had your own selfish reasons yes, but obviously you weren’t going to let Mina know.Unless…“Hm, I see. That’s pretty sweet of you considering you guys aren’t really friends” Her hands clasped together behind her back and she stared ahead.

A wave of nervousness went through your chest and into your stomach. 

“I mean we’re classmates and we talk every now and then so I just thought…”

You trailed off, not really knowing where to go from there. 

You came to stop in front of a building, the setting sun casting a golden light across the wall and making your shadows appear in front of you. Hers seemed to be looming over yours, getting ready to swallow you up at any minute. 

“Listen, it’s sweet of you to do that but you don’t have to worry about Taehyung.”

Your eyes snapped in her direction. You remained silent, waiting for her to continue on. When she didn’t, you took your chance to speak.

“Taehyung is my friend and he just seemed bothered today so—“

“Oh? He’s your friend now? I thought you were just classmates who talked every now and then?”

Your eyebrows came together and you felt anxiety starting to course through your body. Could she tell that you had a crush on him? You didn’t think you were being obvious. 

“I…just wanted to help.” You whispered, staring into her eyes. Her face bore no expression, her eyebrows faintly lifting upwards. 

“Well you don’t have to do that anymore.” 

And with that she turned back to the building in front of you guys, making her way inside and leaving you out in the cold chill of the evening.

—

The next day in class you weren’t feeling particularly happy, the encounter with Mina still at the back of your mind. Would she tell Taehyung? Should you tell Taehyung? Your mind was going in a million different directions, not knowing what to do. 

From the corner of your eye you could see him coming in, greeting your fellow classmates. Even from your side peripheral you could make out that beautiful smile of his. 

He places his stuff next to you and sits down, his mood drastically different from yesterday.

“Morning!” 

“Hey, morning” you replied with a tired voice and a small grin.

“You okay? You look like you’re fighting to stay awake right now.” He laughed and you knew he was trying to joke around with you but with the way Mina talked to you yesterday, you didn’t know if you wanted to have another encounter with her.

“Yeah I uh, was struggling to fall asleep last night.” 

“Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. I think chamomile tea can help with that! My friend Hoseok drinks it every now and then to help him.”.

You smile at him and nod your head politely. You sit up straight when your professor walks in, dropping his briefcase onto the floor next to his desk. 

He began to speak but once again you droned out his voice, not really caring what he was talking about. You should be paying attention but your mind would not stop wondering back to Mina. Eventually your thoughts drifted to Taehyung, questioning if he knew this secretive side to his girlfriend.

The class went by quicker than expected and once again Taehyung was shaking you out of your thoughts.

“Did you fall asleep with your eyes open? I swear it was like you didn’t blink for five minutes.” 

You smiled to yourself and sighed, turning to look up at the boy on your left.“Yeah I think I just accidentally caught up on a few Z’s”.Taehyung laughed and you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your lips. How could someone be making you feel like you’re on Cloud 9 just by laughing? It was at that moment that you decided ‘What was Mina gonna do? You guys are friends so why shouldn’t you be able to talk to him and such?’.“Hey Taehyung?”He tilted his head to the side and hummed at your question.“Would you wanna have lunch with me again? I mean if you’re not busy that is.”–As fate would have it, Mina just happened to stay behind in class again claiming that she “still had questions to ask the professor”. But you really couldn’t care, all that mattered was that you were once again having lunch with Taehyung. Today you were having chicken tenders and fries, while he was currently putting Doritos inside his sandwich, the action making you raise your eyebrow in question.“So do you always put something extra in your food or…” You trailed off and dipped your fry in ketchup, squinting when he pressed down on the sandwich, the crunch of the chips filling the air. “Yeah, it gives it that extra flavor. I can’t believe you don’t.” “I guess it’s just something that never occurred to me? It’s certainly an…interesting thing.”“Do you wanna try it?”It seemed like your body just went rigid, your grip on your chicken tender getting just slightly tighter. It was a simple question but why did your body seem to go into panic mode?“Uh, yeah sure. Do you have a knife?”He shook his head and just held his sandwich out to you.“Just take a bite.”It was a simple gesture, nothing to overthink about, yet it felt somewhat intimate just leaning forward and biting his sandwich. Something in you wanted to take a step further. So you leaned forward and placed a hand over his to hold the sandwich steady, the sudden skin contact making a chill go through your chest. You locked eyes with him as you placed your mouth on his food, biting down and hearing the crunch of the chips ring loud in your ears. You let out the tiniest sound of approval, making sure to lick your lips after swallowing.“Woah you’re right. That is pretty good.”Taehyung only seemed to be fazed for a half second before smiling at you and nodding in agreement. “See! Look what you’ve been missing out on!” The conversation continued on and even though you were having a pleasant time, there was one question that kept pestering you. “So, are things with you and Mina okay? I don’t mean to pry but it’s just…Well this is the second time she’s had to stay behind for something.” You looked down at your food, your heart beating a million times per minute because you really should mind your business but also you just really want to know if their relationship is flopping or not. Taehyung sighed and put down his drink, hands dropping into his lap. His mouth scrunched to the side before giving you a sheepish smile. “Ah, it’s been a little off lately. Every time we plan something, she always has something come up. I know she’s busy and stuff but lately it just kind of seems she’s avoiding me…” He trails off, cheeks turning a little pink at the embarrassment of basically saying Mina has been blowing him off. He put his hands on the table and began to rip up a napkin. “Oh, no I’m sorry. Maybe she’s just busy with school?” You really couldn’t care what her reason was not hanging out with him, she was dating Kim Taehyung for Christ’s sake she should be wanting to spend every second with him. “Hm, I don’t know. Even when we’re not in school she’s been telling me that she has things to do that day or she already has plans. Maybe I’m just looking too into it.”You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching forward and placing a hand on top of his, your skin suddenly on fire from the contact.“Hey don’t think too much into it, okay? She probably has a lot going on right now. I’m sure things will…go back to normal soon enough.” For extra measure you gave his hand a little squeeze and Taehyung smiled back at you, placing his other hand on top and giving a few pats. He removed his hand and picked his sandwich back up.“Yeah hopefully, thanks for listening y/n. Sorry I didn’t mean to just dump all my issues on you.”You smiled and shook your head “Hey, no don’t be sorry! We’re friends and friends hear each other out.” Your heart just kept beating at your sudden bravery. What were you doing exactly? Flirting with Kim Taehyung? You knew it was a dangerous game to be playing but you couldn’t help it. Especially since a small part of you wanted to spite Mina.“Thanks. And hey, what about you? You’ve had something on your mind too. You wanna talk about it?”You swallowed a thick lump that formed in your throat. You could lie and say it was something else. Or maybe you could use this as some sort of advantage. “It’s nothing really, just uh…guy troubles aha.” Well you’re not wrong.“Oh no! What’s up? If you wanna talk about it that is.”.“Well…it’s just this guy in one of my classes. I don’t know how he feels about me. We talk all the time and I feel like he likes me but I’m just not sure, you know?”Taehyung nods and places his head on his fist, narrowing his eyes as if he’s in thought.“Well I think you should just go for it y/n! If you guys have good chemistry and stuff, you should just ask him out.” He points a chip at you before popping it into his mouth. “It’s not that simple Taehyung haha, girls asking a guy out is way more nerve wracking than a guy doing it. Girls will automatically assume it’s because they’re ugly when a guy rejects them.” You quickly took a sip of your soda and looked away from him, feeling heat on your cheeks.“Well that guy would be a fool for saying no to you y/n, you’re very pretty.” Now the heat was spreading all the way to your ears. Did he just compliment you? Surely he just meant it in a friendly way right? You were about to say something when someone called out his name. Grateful for the distraction, you saw him turn his head towards the voice and you hurriedly tried to pat the condensation from your cup onto your cheeks.“Hobi, hi!”Taehyung exclaims and you see him clap a hand with this ‘Hobi’ fellow. When you deemed yourself decent enough, you turned to face them and saw one of the most beautiful smiles ever. Not as beautiful as Taehyungs, but definitely unique in its own way.“Hey, how are you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Hobi enthusiastically says and sits down right next to him. You bristle slightly at the action, grateful that he distracted Taehyung from your flushed cheeks but you were calm now, you wanted to get back to what he was saying. “I’m doing good, man! Oh hey, this is my friend y/n!” He gestures his head to you and put on a bright smile.“Hi there! Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.” He smiles brightly at you and sticks a hand out for you to shake. You shake his hand and mumble out a soft ‘hi’. His energy was just radiating off of him. “So what’s up? You have something to tell me?” “Yeah dude! Jungkook is throwing a party next week and everyone is invited!” He turns to you and gives you a wink.“You too missy, no excuses.”Your eyes widen at the invite. A party? You’ve never been to one, especially not a college one.“Oh uh, I don’t know. I’ve never really gone to parties…” At this both Taehyung and Hobi’s mouths drop open.“Seriously!? Well then this one has to be your first.”You were about to open your mouth to protest again but then you locked eyes with Taehyung. A party could seriously be your opportunity to get even closer to him. You hummed and looked up at the sky, pretending to think about it.“Sure, okay it sounds fun actually.” Hobi brings his fist inwards in a silent victory while Taehyung laughs and smiles at you.One day, that smile is only going to be aimed at you. –Over the next few days, you and Taehyung talked more in class. Although there were some moments when Mina didn’t have to stay behind so she did catch up with him, leaving you to have lunch on your own. It did start to make you wonder what exactly she was doing. Taehyung had come to confess to you that she had started being secretive with her phone, immediately putting it away and changing the subject whenever he had innocently asked about it. The thought made your blood boil. She couldn’t be cheating on him could she? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? Especially to Taehyung. Which is why when you came upon the scene in front of you, a vile feeling rose up in your chest. Your tongue felt dry in your mouth, your head started spinning and your skin prickled on the back of your neck.Mina stood against a wall with someone in front of her, talking in hushed whispers. But that’s not what was getting to you, it was what you heard that made you almost scream in anger.“We can’t let Tae find out okay? He has no clue whatsoever.” The man in front of her nodded and laughed and grabbed her hands, pulling her into a hug. Mina laughed and pulled away, still clasping his hands and smiled up at him.“We have to keep this a secret.”You had heard enough, you turned around and walked away as quickly and quietly as possible actually feeling your face flare up at the anger you had towards Mina at the moment.A part of you was hurt, how could she do that to him? How could she just go and cheat on him? It was absolutely ludicrous! Didn’t she know she was lucky to be able to even call him hers? A pictured Taehyung’s saddened face flashed through your mind and your heart ached.Should you tell him? Was it any of your business? What kind of friend would you be if you kept such vital information from him?You suddenly stopped in your tracks. If Taehyung found out about this, they would surely break up. He would be single. Hurting yes, but single.That could be your way into his heart. Your lips pressed together at this sudden thought. Obviously you wouldn’t throw yourself on him immediately, you would give him time to recover and get over Mina. But now the question was; when would you tell him? Should you tell him today? Or maybe wait a few days to see if she would get caught? Maybe you should tell him the day of the party, it was only in two days after all.You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the person calling your name.“Y/n! Hey y/n!” You only stopped in your tracks when the person grabbed onto your backpack strap and gently pulled you back. You looked up and came face to face with those brown eyes once again. “Hey, some of us are heading to this burger place right now. You wanna join?” You wanted to scream out yes but another part just wanted to out what you had just witnessed. You were about to answer when someone else had called out Taehyung’s name.“Hey! Are we ready to go? Sorry I had to do something first.”Your blood started to boil once again, and you swear you saw red flash in front of your eyes.“Yeah! I’m just asking y/n if she wants to come.” You turned around and made eye contact with her, a small smile displayed on her face. As much as you wanted to join and glare daggers at Mina, you had suddenly felt very drained from everything.“I would love to, but I actually gotta head home. I need to work on a research paper.”“Oh, no. Well alright then! I’ll see you at the party then alright?”“We’ll miss you!”That false sugary sweet voice filled your ears and you clenched your teeth to keep yourself from speaking. As much as you would love to expose her for the horrible person she was, this was something Taehyung should hear in private.“Yeah, next time I’ll be there.” You gave Taehyung, Mina and his other friends a polite nod and made your way home.–Saturday night, the night of the party had finally arrived. You were currently in front of your closet, trying to decide what to wear. Friday had been uneventful, you hadn’t seen Taehyung due to him not having classes on Friday’s. You did see Mina however, hanging out with some of Taehyung’s friends. You shook your head at the memory and went back to focusing on what you were gonna wear. Should you go for something simple? Maybe something that shows some skin. You were trying to impress him after all, especially since you decided you would tell him what you saw that day. You had settled on wearing tight black jeans with an off shoulder red top and your boots. After fixing up your hair and makeup, you grabbed your essentials and made your way out of your dorm. The party wasn’t that far from you, only maybe about a 10 minute walk. You could use the time to think about what you were going to say to Taehyung.When you had finally reached your destination, it was already bustling with life, the party goers outside of the house having somehow already created a giant beer pong table. You laughed at the sight and made your way inside, eyes scanning for Taehyung and maybe Hobi. When you saw Hobi by another beer pong table, you walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Hobi swallowed the drink in his mouth before smiling at you, “Y/n hey! You’re here!”“Yeah! I see this party is already getting crazy.”“Yeah well, that’s Jungkook for you. He goes all out with these things.” A voice suddenly appears behind you and you jump at the suddenness of it. “You know I can’t let my parties be lame! I have a reputation to maintain.” The owner of the voice steps into your peripheral and you’re met with a tall man with long jet black hair and a bunny-like smile.“Hey, I’m Jungkook, the host of this very awesome party.” You laugh and raise your hand to greet him back.“Oh hey lemme introduce you to the rest of the gang real quick.” He gestures to his friends currently occupied playing beer pong. One of them had his back to you. “At that end is Jimin and Jin, currently the beer pong champions.” Hobi laughed and you saw Jin give you a thumbs up.“Yoongi right there is our ref, just to make sure none of these guys get too out of hand.” Yoongi gives a grunt in response, too focused on the game.“And this is Namjoon! The guy who’s about to lose his sorry ass.” Namjoon stands up to his full height and turns to face you, the color immediately draining from your face.It was the same guy you saw Mina with.“Hi there, glad you could come to this crazy, wild zoo fest we’re calling a party.”Your throat tightened up but you managed to croak out a ‘hello’. He smiles at you and turns back to the game. “Have you seen Taehyung?” You asked when you felt your nerves calm down a bit.“Nah he’s not here yet, but Mina texted me saying she was almost here.”At the mention of her name, your hand clenched into a fist.“Oh, okay.”“Do you want a drink or anything? You might wanna get some now before the rest of the party people take all the good shit.”“Uh yeah, I’ll go grab what I can haha.” Hobi smiled and led you to the table where there was an abundance of alcohol and soda. He told you to help yourself before going back to his friends. You poured yourself a drink, more alcohol than soda, and chugged it down. Your hands were shaking for the moment you would tell Taehyung what you saw.–After an hour or two, you were definitely buzzed. You drank about three cups, not caring about the bitter taste of beer anymore. You were currently sitting on the couch, glaring at Mina’s back. She was currently holding Taehyung’s hand and talking with Namjoon and Yoongi. You had said hello to Taehyung when he arrived, wanting to keep him to yourself but he said he wanted to go find Mina as soon as possible. You had nodded and went back to the kitchen to grab what would be your third drink. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the loud music vibrate through your body. God, how would you get Taehyung alone to tell him? You would have to try and wait to get him alone and away from Mina, but he was currently occupied with said girl. You felt the couch dip next to you and opened your eyes to see Hobi sitting next to you. “You enjoying yourself so far?” “Yeah! This is really fun, thanks so much for inviting me.”“See? And you didn’t want to come. Isn’t this great for your first party?”You nodded in agreement and you both laughed. Hobi was cute, with his bright personality and equally dazzling smile. If on the off chance things didn’t work out with Taehyung, you wouldn’t mind trying to get to know Hobi a little better. Hobi had asked you something and you were about to answer when you noticed Mina walking away from Taehyung. He had nodded and went on talking with Yoongi and Namjoon. After a couple seconds you noticed Namjoon slip away and head in the same direction as Mina.“So would you wanna go?”Hobi’s voice brought you out of your thoughts and you stared back at him.“Sorry, I zoned out for a bit, I think the alcohol is starting to get to me haha.”Hobi smiled softly at you and leaned in a little closer to you. “I asked if you would maybe wanna join us for our movie night tomorrow. It’s usually our way of unwinding and collecting ourselves after parties.”Your heart skipped a beat at the invitation. Did Hobi already like you? “Lemme get back to you on that, I have to use the restroom real quick.” He smiled and gave a quick pat to your back. You stood up and made your way towards the restroom. On the way there you saw Mina and Namjoon up the stairs, making their way down the hall and into a room.You could not believe she was doing this in the same vicinity as Taehyung. You slammed the bathroom door and turned on the sink, splashing your face with cold water. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink and you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. A knock on the door startled you so you dried your face with a towel and yanked the door open, not expecting to see Taehyung.“Y/n hi, I saw you run in here so I wanted to see if you were okay.”God you could just cry right there at his caring nature. Mina was seriously going to regret doing this to him. “I need to talk to you.”Taehyung’s eyes widened but before he could say anything, you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.“Woah! Okay.” He exclaimed and almost stumbled into the sink. You closed the door and braced yourself for what was about to come.“What’s up? Is everything okay?”Just say it, don’t dwell and beat around the bush, just get it over with.“I think Mina is cheating on you.”The air immediately became tense and you didn’t have to turn around to feel how Taehyung’s demeanor changed at once.“What? What makes you–why would you say that y/n?”You took a deep breath and turned around, heart crushing at seeing his hurt face.“I…I saw Mina and Namjoon together the other day.”“Namjoon…? You saw them–”“I’m sorry I didn’t know how to tell you or when but I saw them by themselves the other day and they were holding hands and hugging and…”“And what?”By now your voice was extremely shaky, a cold sweat had broken out on your skin.“I overheard what they were saying,” you whispered “She said that ‘it had to be kept a secret’ and that ‘you couldn’t find out’.”Taehyung looked down at the floor and closed his eyes, you could hear the gears in his head turning, trying to collect all the information that was just thrown at him.“I also just saw them go into another room upstairs, Taehyung I’m so sorry.” Before he had a chance to respond, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He didn’t make any moves at first but slowly hugged you back, his hands resting on your lower back.“Is that why she’s been so distant lately?” You didn’t know how to answer so you just placed a hand on the back of his head and pressed it into your shoulder more. You stood still for a couple of seconds before he pulled away from you, eyes still trained on the ground. You placed your fingers under his chin and had him look up at you.“She doesn’t deserve you Tae, you could do so much better.” You whispered while looking into his eyes. He tried to give you a smile but couldn’t bring himself to. It was at that moment that you glanced down at his lips, this was your chance to make your move. He would see that you were the one for him. When you looked back up at him, his eyes were searching your face and for a split second you saw him glance at your lips as well. That was all you needed to make your move. You slowly leaned forward, testing the waters first. When Taehyung didn’t make any sudden movements, you leaned in closer and could make out a little mole on his nose. Right as you were about to kiss, a knock was heard against the door. “Tae? Are you in there? I have to tell you something.” Taehyung jerked away from you, hands tightening into fists at his sides. He pulled away from you and opened the door, revealing Mina and Namjoon on the other side.“What’re you…nevermind that listen, I have to show you something, you need to come to the living room.”“And why would I do that?”Mina physically jerked at his response, clearly not expecting that.“Um…it’s just really important that you come out and see..” Namjoon steps up to be closer and his eyes widen at seeing you in the bathroom as well.“Don’t you think there’s something you should tell me?”Mina’s eyebrows came together in confusion.“Tae what’re you talking about?”“Oh stop playing dumb Mina and just admit that you cheated on him.”At this, all three looked at you, Mina and Namjoons mouths opening in shock.“Excuse me?? I would never cheat–”“She saw you guys together! And she just saw you guys sneaking off into a room to do God knows what else!” Taehyung yelled at them, his hands clenching and unclenching.“Tae, it’s not what you think–” Namjoon jumped in trying to ‘help’ in whatever way he could.“And you, I can’t believe you did this to me too! We’ve been friends for years, how could you hurt me like this?”At this point you had felt awkward, your work was done but now how were you going to leave? As much as you wanted to see everything go down, you wanted to get back to the party. “Taehyung, listen to me. I did not cheat on you.”“How do I know that?”“Because this party is for you!”At that, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Say what? Was she really trying to use the party as her escape plan?“That’s why I’ve been so distant lately. I was planning out this party as an early birthday celebration for you since you’ll be going home. Namjoon was helping me out.”Your skin turned hot at once, your heart turned to stone, you felt nauseous all of a sudden. She was lying right?“This party is for you, Tae. We have a cake and everything…” The air surrounding you became extremely thick, you could cut the tension with a knife.“Tae, I…” You cautiously said. Shit, how were you going to fix this? Shit shit shit–“Was this your way of trying to break us up? Were you that jealous of us that you would lie?” Mina’s voice came through and you felt tears beginning to form.“N-no I just…” Your voice, coming out in weak whispers, barely being heard over the booming music of the party.“You are pathetic y/n. I can’t believe you would do this. I thought we were friends.” That, that was what made the tears cascade down your cheeks. As if things couldn’t be worse, Mina had to go and call you her friend, knowing that that was absolutely a lie. “Come on Tae, let’s go.” Mina grabbed Taehyung’s hand and dragged him out of the room, not even letting him spare a glance at you. Namjoon gave you one final look, shook his head and closed the bathroom door, leaving you alone with your tears.

[blackdahlia-parker]

Science fair rivalry (part 1)- Peter Parker x female reader

A/N: a few people requested any smut with Peter and one wanted Dom!Peter so here we go. This is loosely based off the Audi advert’s science fair thing. Also sorry before hand if there are any mistakes. Enjoy 🙃❣️

Summary: The school science fair day is approaching and although you and Peter are in a very cute relationship, there is some rivalry between his team ( Ned and him) and your team (Mj and you) what will happen in the ‘building a invention‘ contest? Who will win? In between all the spying on eachother’s projects and someone being crowned the champion. Things in your relationship with take a turn. It won’t stay sweet for long!

Warnings: smut!👀, Dom!Peter, rivalry so a slightly bit of angst maybe? Peter is 18!

There was going to be a massive competition at a science fair in three days. You and Mj always enjoy participating and so do your loving boyfriend Peter and his best friend Ned. Together the four of you were very ‘pally’, but you decided to split up into two groups this year and compete against each other in building a new invention. Leaving you and Mj in one group and him and Ned in the other.

There wasn’t a lot of other people signing up for the same competition so there was a very high chance that either of your groups would win as you were close to the brainiest people in the year. The steaks were low apart from you four. You were all in college, and shared a dorm together. The pressure was definitely on and any break from work you could get, you met up with Mj to plan on big sheets of paper before actually starting the project in classes.

Peter and you had been dating for a few months and everything between you has always been quite sweet but there was definitely a bit of rivalry going on between you since you’d started this project with Mj. He was such a kind person, but when it came to science he couldn’t help it. It was his passion and he’d fight his way through to be the best at it.

You and Mj had already gotten a bit of a head start at the project as you’d began as soon as the competition details were announced. Peter and Ned hadn’t managed to start immediately as he had the stark internship or something. And poor Ned was left on the spot as Peter ran from him, he couldn’t plan on his own. He was the guy in the chair.

The both of you had been working on the project in class all day and even started building. And when the four of you got back to the dorm, (Peter now back from the stark internship) you split into pairs again and got into separate rooms to proceed with your inventions. Peter and Ned not having started yet.

You read some instructions that you’d written out yourself and Mj began to build circuits together. You were making some kind of bubble machine that worked alongside electricity without getting a shock because of the dangerous source combination. It took people that were highly skilled to pull something like this off. And to be fair you were both really surprised that it was going to plan.

Although you and Mj were in full concentration mode, you couldn’t help but have a juicy conversation while building your invention. “So what’s Peter like in bed?” Mj said while winking. You were astounded at her question and your mouth dropped open. “Mj!” You hissed quietly at her. She giggled, “What y/n?, he’s not gonna hear us he’s not in the same room is he?” “Yeah but he is next door so he might. And this has nothing to do with the project Mj. Come on, you need to build a container area for the mixture to connect to the circuits.” You said pointing to the invention and ushering her towards it.

Meanwhile Peter and Ned were stressing out in the room next door. They don’t know what went wrong with their minds but they had absolutely no inspiration whatsoever. No idea on something they could build. So Peter began to huff and decided that he’d had enough. He decided on doing something pretty risky. “Ned, you stay here and just be quiet for a second while I go and peak in on y/n and Mj to see what they are building. We need inspiration.” Ned was cautious of what his friend was about to do so he spoke before Peter got up to walk to their room door. “But Peter, isn’t that considered cheati—“ Peter cut across Ned’s words while creeping over to the other room’s door”, turning to look back at him and showing him a shush finger against his mouth. “Shhh Ned” his voice a whisper.

Ned just looked back down to a blank sheet of paper and shook his head at what his friend was about to do. Peter approached the door to Mj and y/n’s bedroom door and pushed it open just enough for him to see the project they were working on. The door creaked slightly and the poor boy panicked but luckily neither of the girls had heard. Peter took in the sight of your project that was already coming along so well. He saw some confusing looking planning sheets but couldn’t tell what the actual project was. All he knew was you were gonna mix water with electricity and it would be hard to top that. Him and Ned has to top that some how. You and Mj hadn’t noticed a thing. Not a clue that someone was there watching. Then suddenly his gaze left the project and met the both of you as you began getting quite invested into an amusing conversation that he hadn’t expected.

Mj spoke again to you. “Come on y/n, we’ve done loads already and it’s only day one! Has he got any sexy kinks?” Your eyes widened at your bold friend. “Shut up Mj, if you mean any kinks involving death like you have, no he doesn’t” you teased her. She laughed, she knew you were joking. But you then gave in. “Fine” you spoke. “He’s like so sweet and stuff and a-and....he like does make me feel really good—b-but....”. Mj rose her eyebrows at you; “ ‘but’ what y/n?” she replied with a slight smirk. “Really?!” “Yeah really y/n”. “Oh my god Mj! You have to know all the embarrassing details don’t you!, fine. He he’s really good at you know....but I just wish he’d you know....f-fuck me h-harder.” “Offf y/n! , you have to tell him or I will” she spoke as her eyes widened at your words and laughed as you lightly slapped her for her mocking. But Peter had heard all of this and his eyes widened a lot more. Leaving the door and turning around and walking back to Ned. This was clearly a private conversation. But he couldn’t help but blush.

Peter didn’t know how but a brand new, unique idea for the project had come to his head instantly. But he couldn’t stop thinking about what his girlfriend had said only a few moments ago. He’d probably just have to tell Ned about his idea and let him get on with it for a while for Peter to actually process the discussion you and Mj had been having. Peter sat back down cross legged on the floor opposite Ned. “Why are you blushing?” Ned asked him. But Peter wasn’t fully focused on the question, he was still in a kind of daydream so he replied literally anything. “I got an idea for the project Ned” “so your blushing because you have an invention idea for the science fair?, weird things turn you on Peter.” Ned laughed at his best friend and Peter shook his head coming back into reality. “No Ned! I’m not blushing over a science project that’s stupid” “I’m sure you weren’t” Ned joked. Peter just looked back at him as If to say ‘seriously Ned’ but laughed too. They had to beat Y/n and Mj.

—

Two days later it was competition day and after the results you and Peter were going to have a bit of a ‘date night’ alone in the dorm while Mj and Ned went to the park to hang out.

You and Mj got up to the stage after the first few groups had presented their inventions. You spoke as Mj demonstrated to the audience and judges. Peter loved you but rolled his eyes, his arms crossed while he took in everything your project could do. Your project was clearly winner worthy. The bubbles started to raise above the circuit contraption and sparks of electricity surrounded them. It was a miracle that Mj didn’t get electrocuted but then again you two had a lot of brains.

On the other hand, Peter was happy for you but Ned was a little too happy as you’d finished you speech on the invention. He was joyfully clapping for longer that he should have been and he was the last one to stop. When they called him and Peter up on the stage he’d realised that Peter was already up there and had to scramble after him onto the stage awkwardly as they began their speech on an an invention including energy and forces. Using plastic coke bottles and a hand made gadget that flipped them to land. Typical bottle flipping dorks.

You giggled slightly. It was a really clever invention but you could help it. They were probably the only two people at college that were still amused by this stupid trend. As their speech came to an end they got off stage and did their hand shake together and quietly spoke the words “yesss” to each other as everyone clapped for them too.

They were the last ones to complete so the winners were going to be announced in a short while. The four of you approached eachother once again. “Wow Pete, your project was amazing! Still interested in bottle flipping I see, you must be an expert now” you spoke. He blushed. Peter was a boy who could never stop blushing. “Thanks y/n, your was awesome too but me and Ned are going to win you know” he replied. “Will you now?, well we’ll see about that now won’t we?” You nudged him with a giggle. He looked up at you for a second while you weren’t looking at him but then you turned your gaze and saw him staring. He turned his head away and turned crimson again. He just couldn’t stop. He was definitely going to take the words he heard you saying yesterday to Mj into consideration. Even if he was awkward and shy. He could be surprisingly the opposite if he needed to be. But you just always got him so nervous. You were gorgeous to him.

“And the results are in!” You heared the judge speek from across the room bringing your attention back up to the stage and to the project. Away from Peter’s blushing, although he never really left your mind. He was so cute. The audience were all still standing as the judge spoke again, “drum roll please”. The four of you started to pat your legs quickly with you hands alternating them on each leg. The sound of this filled the room as other people began to do it to. But then silence as the winners were finally announced. “And the winners are....y/n and Mj” everyone started to clap as you and Mj pulled eachother in for an excited girly-like hug. And ran up to the stage to shake the judges hand and collect their trophy.

Peter was smiling but you could tell that he was pretty devastated that he didn’t win. It was really funny. “Congratulations” the judge spoke. You and Mj were ecstatic. You’d waited a year to sign up to this competition ad beat Ned and Pete. You spoke to the lady, asking if you could just borrow her microphone for a second to say something. She nodded and handed the microphone to you as you brought it to your mouth and spoke. You decided to lightly mock your boyfriend who was standing with Ned at the back of the audience. “Firstly I’d like to thank my wonderful partner Mj for helping on this project and to everyone who has been supportive” you help the trophy up and you could see Peter playfully shaking his head at you from the back. He was such a sore loser. You looked at him and then at Mj next to you, giggling to yourself before you spoke your next words into the mic. “Secondly I would like to send deep commiserations to my boyfriend Peter, haha sorry Pete” you looked directly at him and as you handed the microphone back to the lady, you stuck you tongue out at Peter. You, Mj and the whole audience started laughing at the tension between you both as they all turned their attention around to see a poor embarrassed Peter Parker. Everyone stared giggling. He loved you he really did. But tonight had to be the night. You’d won and humiliated him. It had to be the night he actually did something bold for a change. You were in for it. You just didn’t know it yet.

—

You handed Mj the trophy for a while she felt so proud looking at it. The room that the science fair was held in started to empty by now as Ned approach Mj and they began to walk out of the big hall to go to the park as planned. You searched for Peter. Once you’d spotted him you ran up to him and hugged you. He hugged back and spoke genuine words; “well done Pumpkin, you did really well. As much as I’d liked to have won, you deserved it.” Although he was still had some playful anger pent-up inside him. He decided to keep this frustration within him until you were both alone in a bit.

“Thank you Petey” you said smiling while putting a hand through his hair and ruffling it. His whole face scrunched up at this. Adorable you thought to yourself. “Come on let’s go back to the dorm” he suggested, knowing that Mj and Ned had gone out. “Okay” you spoke happily to him, while grinning. God he was gonna go rough tonight.

But you noticed something very different as you and Peter exited the hall and walked a corridor towards your dorm. He had his arm around you, keeping his hand on your ass as you both walked. It was different but good. You were definitely shocked at his sudden boldness in public. But it turned you on not gonna lie.

Once you unlocked the door to your dorm. You and Pete got inside and locked the door behind you just in case someone was to break in while you watched a movie or two together on the couch. But this definitely wasn’t Peter’s plans. He hastily grabbed your shoulders and shoved you up against the nearest wall roughly. The air was knocked right out of you as you gasped for more. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend. What had got over him? Then he began to speak, you still pinned by him, squished against the hard surface.

“Bet you loved that praise for winning on your project didn’t you, pumpkin?!” His voice was a little deeper than usual and he said it with a gruff tone too. “W-what?” You were the one stuttering for a change. “You knew I wanted to win that thing so badly but you had to go and mess it all up for me didn’t you y/n?.” He said. You decided to just go with the new Pete and replied; “well why didn’t you win it then baby boy?” Your eyelashes fluttered as his face got extremely close to yours. He didn’t want to reply to those words. “Come on Pete, tell me why you didn’t win” You coaxed him. He gave in. “Fine!, yours was better y/n. But you better believe that I’ll fuck you better than the quality of any science project you’ve ever made!, I’m gonna have to punish you princess”. He looked directly into your beautiful eyes as you saw the swirls of coffee coloured ones stare back at you. They were filled with lust, gradually turning a darker shade with each second you stare at him for. Peter hadn’t done anything in specific to you yet and you weren’t really expecting him to be true to his words but nevertheless his words began to make you drip. Who knew that shy, stuttering Peter Parker could speak as hot this. “Shit Peter, what’s gotten into you?” You spoke, eyes wider than they’ve ever been before.

“And how can you punish me when Mj and I did so well today? I should be getting a prize not being punished” you spoke. But secretly you wanted it. You wanted to experience Peter’s interpretation of ‘punishment’. He felt obliged to reply; “nothings gotten into me y/n. And although you won first prize, you are gonna be punished, second prize you’ll get with me tonight baby” you went red as he suddenly pressed his thinly, pink, soft lips against yours. This is more like first prize you thought to yourself. Perhaps you were actually gonna get what you dreamt of tonight. Peter doing it rough.

The kiss deepened and he began to press his tongue past your smooth lips and into your mouth. Your faces turning occasionally to get new angles in the make out. It felt a lot juicer than your kisses had ever felt before. you felt the saliva in his mouth run over your lips as it ran close to the opening of his mouth and although it was weird you kinda liked that the kiss was all messy and wet for a change. Okay, you really liked it. He captured your bottom lip between the his mouth and sucked on it lightly after swallowing his saliva back down his throat before things actually got disgusting, tongue grazing back and forth on your lip at the same time. You tried to force your tongue into his mouth to dominate him like you usually did but he stopped you for a change. And that’s when you finally gave in as your mouth emitted it’s first moan of the night. “mmm, P-Peter” that’s all he did was smirk as he continued to hungrily kiss you. While you were against the was still, he lifted both hands off your shoulders. Body going flush again yours to hold you there instead and one hand of his pressed flush against the wall above your head and the other traveled downwards.

“Aha Oh my God P-Petey” you slightly kicked your leg into him by accident as his hand had traveled up your skirt and began to rub through your panties. “You like that? Hmm” he questioned you amusingly and with that moved your panties aside to feel you properly, going straight to the best bit first. “S-Shit!” You yelped. “Yeah?, I thought you’d liked that. Getting your clit handled good. You want me to tug it a little? Or give it a bit of a twist hmm?” Luckily for you he did both. You couldn’t believe this. You were usually the one giving his cock all the attention. Speak of his cock, you loved it but what he was doing to you now was unimaginably grea—

“Y-Yes Peter, Ooohhh I-I love it.” He began to rub your clit a bit faster back and fourth , between the pads of two rough skinned fingers. The friction of his slightly damaged skin on his finger against it felt amazing against you, feeling the ridges of torn areas on your sensitive point. Your stomach felt really funny as butterflies began to swarm it. Before now, you always used to think that when you liked someone, the feeling of butterflies was a myth. But boy had Peter proved you wrong. It genuinely felt like they were colliding with your stomach walls....and perhaps the walls of something a little lower as well. Were your ovaries even there anyway more? “Ohh Your so rough today.” You panted and with that he pinched your clit a little between the same very fingers, causing you to shudder at his touch. You stared down between both of your bodies as you saw drop of wetness drip down from your center onto Peter’s hand as it began to trickle down his skin. You gulped. Nobody had ever made you wet to the point that you’d actually be dripping before and you’d barely began. He instantly noticed of course feeling wetness run down his hand as he tutted and spoke; “Ohh you filthy little girl, look at the mess you’ve done already. You like being handled rough don’t you?” He pinched it once more. “Mmmmm” you moaned in response. “Good girl, let all your noises out my little naughty slut” it was at that moment you froze. He did too. He began to panicked so much that he’d taken it a step so far. But little did he know what his dirty talk was doing to you. He released his hand and cowered away from you and spoke; “Oh my goodness, y/n I’m so sorry!” Poor stuttering Peter was back for a minute. “I-i didn’t mean to call you that.....t-that was so stupid of me.” He was kicking himself in his mind for this. You just let him continue to ramble as he usually did but couldn’t get that sexy word “slut” that he had spoke, out of your head. “Y/n, please say something. I’m really sorry. I-it’s just I saw on the I-internet that apparently girls like t-to be called a s-slit and that it t-turned them on and like I really wanna t-turn you on and a-and—“. you’d had enough so you cut him off. “Shut up Pete, call me it again” you had your hands on his shoulders this time. “W-what?” He said surprised. “Just listen to me” you snapped. Peter stood up straight and listened. “I want you to call me your naughty little slut again. It really turned me on.” Peter blushed. “Really?” He questioned just to be sure, while he gave you those iconic puppy dog eyes. “Yes Peter, really And don’t you dare hold anything back or I’m just gonna have to force you to be sub like usual. You don’t want that do you?”

It was at that point he realised that you really wanted it like this. He wasn’t going to hold back. He replied to your words, “NO!” He stated sternly and shoved you back against the wall taking his top off at the same time. You just couldn’t wait! He was exciting you to the hilt. You lifted your hand up and began to caress his fit body. You’d seen him with out a top on before obviously but for some reason he just looked even hotter tonight. He lifted his hands too and almost tore your top off but made sure it didn’t rip. He was gonna be rough but wanted to be considerate at least. He chucked it and it went flying somewhere across the room, but you didn’t care. You began to rock your hips a little, slowly against his groin and you could feel him growing harder between your legs, his clothed cock resting under your clothed pussy. He moved away slightly, parting your bodies and brought his hand down between you both and when you were least expecting it, he slapped his large rough hand up onto your pussy cupping it in his palm at the end. “Ahhhaaa f-fuck!” Was your instant reply. Your legs trembled,Your heat began to pulsate and tingles were sent throughout your body. You knew that this was punishment for your grinding antics and you wanted it again, so you played back at him.

“Slap my pussy again!” You ordered him. “You was it good” he replied. “Y-Yeah it was outstanding, do it again Peter!” You were expecting him to listen, He always listens to you, but instead it was a stern, “NO!” And with that his hand left your core, undies covering it once again. His hand moving to grab your waist firmly, turning you both around in another direction you felt the both of you stumbling backwards, you weren’t quite sure what was happening until it hit you. You hit the bed. Landing on top of it with an “omphh” as the air knock out of your body yet again. At this point it was only both your top half’s that were pretty much gone. But you sill had your bra securing your breasts in place. Peter was hovering over you at this point. You being flush against the bed. His look consisted of confidence this time around. Something that you’ve not seen in Peter often. But you knew he trusted you to open up and this was good. The sight above you was phenomenal. His face looked so hot and flushed as his wispy curls flowed off the top of his head, some clinging to his clammy forehead. His eyes just as warm and lustful as they were earlier. You whimpered at the sight above you. Not knowing what your mysterious boy was gonna do to you next made you drip even more.

“Shit, y/n if you don’t stop whimpering I’m going to have to shut you up myself, after all, you didn’t even think to shut up and stop humiliating me while you were on that stage, everyone clapping for you did you.” This only caused you to whimper again. Him talking dirty really turned you on. You felt like telling him to ‘shut me up then’ you wanted to shove his cock down your throat. But you remained quite as you were in for it already and couldn’t risk annoying him even more after today’s competition. He spoke again, “you were just soaking all the praise up weren’t you? Well when I’m done with you, something else will be soaking your wetness up. The sheets. Are you gonna soak the bed like the little bad girl that you are y/n? But no it won’t be pee will it? it’ll be something much naughtier that that won’t it princess? See there’s a patch there already. I don’t think mommy taught you properly did she. Never taught you that you shouldn’t wet the bed” where the hell was Peter getting all this from. Oh my God. That’s literally the hottest thing you’ve ever heard anyone say to you in all your life! He rolled you over so your clothed ass was on show and he straddled you. The first slap to your ass shocked you majorly.

“I *slap* fucking *slap* wanted to *slap* win this y/n and you *slap* didn’t give a *slap* fucking *slap* shit did you?”

You just moaned and moaned and moaned.

Damn you thought to yourself. He really was pissed that he hadn’t won wasn’t he. He flipped you back over so your back was now on the bed. He looked down at your skirt, still straddling you and you nodded giving him permission to unzip it. Even though the stuff he’d already done was way worse that simply just pulling a skirt off you. You weren’t complaining though. That’s all that was left on to now was your undergarments. You actually felt really sexy beneath him. He made you feel sexy with the gaze he gave you. The thing Peter did next caused you to squirm. He groped the lace band of your panties by your around your waist. And his hands pulled them up slightly but tightly, causing the material covering you pussy to be pulled up extremely tightly against it , so tight that the material was slightly pulled up into your folds catching your clit just right. Practically giving you a little more than a wedgie....but before you stop me....it felt glorious. You swear that your sight blacked out at this. “P-peter” your head felt slightly giddy as it rolled from side to side in the air as your elbows kept your body up, but then you fully tumbled down on the bed, feeling to weak as your panties were shortly ripped off and two fingers plunged into you unexpectedly.

He actually went quite slow but you were glad as this felt the best. Travelling in and out and occasionally changing up the speed a little to excite you. He also kept changing the angle to experiment on you. Normally his experiment would involve chemicals that blew up in his face. But you were his experiment tonight, and if he was lucky, your pussy would be the thing practically blowing up in his face when you came. His fingers were long and felt amazing. He found the best angle for them to plunge into you, slightly to the lest side. As you mouth emitters loud moan. He smirked and definitely knew with was the best spot. So he cured his digits slightly hoping for a even more impressive reaction. He got what he wanted to say the least, and so did you. You gasped catching your breath yet again when you felt his fingers bend, covering a bigger surface within you and touching a spot you hardy believed existed. Then he experimented again. He straightened his fingers within you again and then curled again, before going back to straight. This constant motion of his fingers alternating between curved an straight within you continued and it felt completely euphoric. Your eyes rolled back as Peter relished the sight beneath him.

His fingers then pulled out, soaked from your juices and he took them both to rub your pussy firmly up your folds once more before licking them clean and moving his hands up behind your back to unclasp your bra. You the sat up a smidge and let it drop down, remove the straps off your arms. Peter yanked it from you and let it drop off the side of the bed and he began to grope at your breasts with pure hunger in his eyes. You were dinner. No, more than that. He had to make you his all day meal. He was the one to moan this time as when he felt the squishiness of your breasts with his large palms. The moan he made was so animalistic but you couldn’t help but still hear the hint of natural high pinchness that he normally had. That turned you on so much. There was just something about his little whines at times that were a lot hotter that a deep grunt.

He removed his hands from your breasts and got up off the bed. You were naked so now it was time for him to completely strip as well. You couldn’t t help it, as soon as he’d yanked his cordauroy trousers off you could see how tightly his cock was pressed up against the fabric of his boxers. You also couldn’t help but notice that his underwear were star wars themed. You giggled. He hadn’t changed since high school one bit. But then he caught you eyeing him down and he stared directly back in your eyes from across the room and with that, he grabbed his clothed dick and gave it a strong squeeze between his fingers. You almost died. His face was glued to yours as he watched you try to hide a massive moan at the sight of him, but failed and opened your mouth with out knowing, a sexy noise coming out. A little dribble ran from your mouth and onto your lip. You realised instantly and diverted your stare from him while lifting your hand to run the dribble away. God that was embarrassing you thought to yourself....

A/N- This wasn’t intended to be more than one part but I’ve now decided to split it into 2 parts (Sorry for not finishing 😬) I’ve had this written for a while now and will write the continuation when I can. I know it’s completely rubbish but I hope you guys like it anyway 🙂👍🏽💓 also I’m sorry if I haven’t written a lot of the requests yet. But I’ve been taking a bit of a break. I will write what I can soon.

[nofeartina]

Ooooooh babe since you're taking prompts!!! So I see like Isak looking annoyed as fuck and going "excuse me?" to Even and they don't know each other and like Even goes all 'who tf is this guy' and raises his eyebrows, also a bit annoyed bc /rude/, you know? AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE???? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY THEY'RE ANNOYED AND I DON'T KNOW THE SETTING??? MAYBE A PARTY??? AGSHSJAK LOVE YOU ❤

Ahhh, babe! Thanks for the prompt! I set out to write a sort of enemies to lovers, but I think it became more of a… slightly annoyed to potential lovers instead? *nervous laughter* I just can’t seem to write these two as enemies. I hope you enjoy anyway. ❤

(and a quick, but massive thanks to @irazor for looking this through :))

 “You can’t come in,” someone tall and very pretty says. Someone who apparently stands guard of the bathroom at the party they’re at.

Isak glares at him, hoists Magnus’ arm higher up over his shoulder, shifts his hip to be able to keep his hold of Magnus, leaning heavily on him.

“Excuse me?” Isak says, and gets even more annoyed when the dude, instead of answering, just raises his eyebrows, somehow managing to convey judgment on them.

Suffice to say, the conversation only deteriorates from there, until Magnus proceeds to puke all over tall & pretty (and annoying) because he didn’t reach the toilet in time.

There’s a gross kind of satisfaction in it not being Isak this time. After all, he’s wearing his new shoes and everything.

And as Tall & Pretty looks up from his puke-stained clothes to Magnus, who’s half hanging between them, to Isak, Isak can’t really hold back the smirk.

Serves T&P right for not letting them through.

–||–

Isak would like to say that the second time they talk is more successful, but that would make him a liar and he really tries not to be one.  

They’re at another party and Isak is trying to find Magnus. Mahdi and Jonas are hooking up with girls somewhere, leaving him to take care of Magnus all by himself. Again.

It’s not like he’s resentful of Magnus drinking too much or working through it or what it is he’s doing, because he gets it, gets that breaking up with Vilde wasn’t easy. Isn’t easy for him. But… maybe Magnus could find another way of dealing than getting so goddamn drunk every weekend that Isak now spends more time looking after him than looking for possible hookups.

He finds Magnus in the kitchen. Talking to T&P from the bathroom a couple of weeks ago.

T&P looks… not happy per se, more overbearing from how Magnus has his arm around his shoulder, from how he’s smiling and laughing at him. Magnus isn’t flirting, he’s just being himself. And while that’s good to see, Isak wishes he would go do that with someone else than this dude.

He steps into the kitchen hesitantly, eyes flitting between T&P and Magnus. T&P notices him first and Magnus follows quickly behind.

“Isak!” he screeches, abandons T&P to put his arms around Isak instead, and Isak takes it. Because of course he does.

“This is my new friend…” Magnus mumbles something unintelligently that tells Isak that Magnus doesn’t remember. But it makes T&P smile in a way that makes him T&Even More Pretty so Isak doesn’t complain. “Apparently we met him a few weeks ago at another party.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Isak says, sends T&EMP a look to tell him that oh boy, does he remember. He remembers him cutting them off perfectly fine.

T&EMP huffs a laugh at Isak’s look (which – rude) and stretches out his hand. “Even,” he introduces himself and Isak takes it begrudgingly, mutters his name although Magnus already said it.

He says to Magnus, “He was the one you puked on.”

Magnus’ face does this complicated thing, goes through a million different expressions before he settles for embarrassed, puts a hand over his mouth and says through his fingers, “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Even waves the apology off with a smile, but Isak isn’t gonna let him put all the blame on Magnus.

“Well. Even could’ve just let us in when we were coming. He was refusing us access.”

Even looks at him, smile still on his face but eyes full of challenge.

“We were smoking up back there, didn’t know what you would do if you found out.”

“I’m not the police, dude. I even told you my friend was about to barf.”

“So you think it was my fault?”

Isak shrugs. Ignores what Even’s incredulous laugh does to him, how his stomach flutters and his body heats up. God, he really is pretty.

But he doesn’t want Even to win this just by being good looking, getting puked on was his own goddamn fault and if Isak has to spend the rest of the night convincing Even about it, he will.

He does, although not as successfully as he would’ve liked. Still, it’s got to count for something.

–||–

“If I sit down next to you, are you gonna shout at me again?” Even says, surprising Isak in the middle of his daydream on the bench.

He looks up at Even (up and up and up, fuck he’s tall), caught off guard. He’s not quite sure what to say, so a startled, “Probably not,” is what comes out.

But it makes Even smile, so at least there’s that.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot,” he says and sits down next to Isak like it’s nothing. Like Isak’s heart isn’t stuck somewhere in his throat making it hard for him to speak.

“Okay?”

Isak doesn’t really mean for it to become a question, it just sorta becomes that on its own volition.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you into the bathroom when you needed to,” Even says, those blue eyes sparkling at him (honestly, who even has sparkling eyes, why is Isak noticing it, this is getting ridiculous).

Isak grumbles a bit for good measure, then says, reluctantly, “Well. I guess I’m sorry that Magnus puked on you.”

Even laughs. “Wow. Such a heartfelt excuse. Thank you for your sincerity.”

Despite himself, the corners of Isak’s mouth pulls up and he looks down to hide his grin.

“Fuck off.”

“Ah yes, there he is,” Even teases and pushes Isak playfully with his elbow.

Isak gives up on trying to hide his smile, instead looks up at Even, watches his eyebrows raise, teasingly, as if to let Isak know that he sees his smile. That he knows that Isak’s charmed.

Isak would roll his eyes, he would, but he just… doesn’t. Not when Even’s sitting so close, looking like he has all the time in the world and there’s a possibility that Isak might get to know him a bit.

Which, in all honesty, Isak has been dying to.

Before Isak can start worrying about what to say, Even reaches behind his ear, pulls out a big fat joint and says, “You wanna?”

Isak nods.

It’s easier to talk while you have something to do. And it’s especially easy to talk when you’re talking to Even, Isak notices. Even is interesting, has these opinions that Isak just wants to know more of, goes off on tangents that seem to embarrass him, but only makes him seem even more endearing to Isak.

Isak notices how Even flushes, how the weed dilates his pupils and makes him lick his lips until it feels like there’s nothing in the world but this. But him.

Isak could stare at him all day.

Even must notice, or maybe he’s feeling it too, because his eyes linger at Isak’s lips as well and he doesn’t really seem to stop smiling, sitting on this bench next to Isak. As if Isak makes him happy too.

And isn’t that a thought worth having?

Isak isn’t sure how much time that passes, he just knows that the joint was put out long ago and it’s starting to get darker, or as dark as it gets this time of year, when Even pulls his jacket tighter around him.

“I’m gonna head back,” he says, looking cold, but still lovely as hell. Isak doesn’t want him to go but doesn’t really have anything to offer to keep him there.

“Okay,” he says, watches Even get up from the bench. But instead of leaving with a quick goodbye, he pauses.

“We should do this again,” he says, voice a bit less steady than it was minutes ago and it makes Isak braver than normal.

“Yeah. Maybe next time we could get a cup of coffee?”

Even looks down through his lashes at him, hands buried deep in his pockets and even though the light is low Isak still notices the flush on his cheeks.

“Yeah?” Even asks, smile spreading over his face while his eyes slide over Isak’s, then, “Like a date?”

Isak huffs out a laugh, shy but endlessly pleased. He takes in Even standing there, waiting for his answer, looking so much less unattainable than he was mere hours ago. And it makes it easy for Isak to answer.

“Yeah. Like a date.”

The way Even’s body relaxes, how it makes him loose around the shoulders and neck, suddenly much less graceful, but the more attractive for it, makes Isak feel giddy with anticipation. With this feeling that this could become so much more, if they let it.

“Okay,” Even says. Like it’s that easy, like this was what he’s wanted from the start. He starts walking backwards, adds, “See you later, Isak,” before he turns around.

Isak’s gaze follows him as he leaves, follows him until he turns a corner and can’t be seen anymore.

Yeah. Isak can’t wait to see what this could become.

[zrdu]

prompt; came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot DD:

I don’t know WHY i completely butchered this prompt im sorry enjoy (also ive never written liam so forward this is new to me also im feelin it)

*

When Louis had insisted last week that the two of them should join the gym and start working their bodies, Zayn had been dubious. One week later, when he’s covered in sweat, every muscle in his body aching, he is absolutely livid.

‘I can’t believe you made me pay to torture myself for two hours! You said I would enjoy it!’

Louis just sighs at him, flicking a towel over his shoulder. ‘Don’t be so dramatic, it’ll be easier tomorrow. You just have to get your body used to it.’

'Tomorrow? You’re insane if you think I’m coming here again.’

Louis shrugs into a sweater, and passes Zayn’s to him. 'You’ve paid for your membership, can’t just waste all that money can you,’ Louis reprimands, 'Plus I need company, and the whole point of training your body is that it gets easier over time. You’ll be more ready for this tomorrow.’

The next day, Zayn was ready.

It was late in the evening when they got to the gym, the sun had long before set and the sky outside was pitch black. It was the only time both of them were off work at the same time, and Louis decides that quality time should be spent at the gym.

When they get inside, Louis’ waxing on about cardio while climbing onto a treadmill and Zayn sits down on the one beside him but doesn’t turn it on.

'What the hell are you doing?’ Louis snaps, looking down at Zayn who was comfortably propped on the foot of the treadmill.

'Keepin’ you company.’ Zayn responds, tugging his gym bag closer to him. 'Trust me, it’s better for both of us this way.’

He unzips the bag and pulls out a bag of doritos, 'Don’t mind me, just do you thing.’ Zayn says, opening the packet noisily. 'I’m just going to sit here and look out for gorgeous sweaty blokes.’

Louis just rolls his eyes, putting his attention to his workout and slipping his earbuds in.

For the first half of the session, it was pretty uneventful, Zayn just spends his time catching up with some episodes on his phone and snacking on toffee popcorn. This was a much better gym session than yesterday’s, he doesn’t know why he didn’t just do this earlier.

His attention is drawn away from his phone when two boys around his age walk in, the taller curly-haired one biting back a laugh when his eyes land on Zayn, surrounded by sugary snacks.

'Now that, I can get behind.’ He says to his friend, pointing a thumb over his shoulder as they walk past him.

'Shut up and get on the weights, Harry.’ The other one says. Zayn cranes his neck a little to get a better look at the friend who was being shadowed by Harry, and he’s positively drooling when he sees the back of a tight black tank too stretched over broad shoulders.

Zayn takes a sip of his chocolate milk to calm himself.

He learns a little while later, as the two friends talk to each other while lifting weights, that Gorgeous Muscled Dude is called Liam.

Zayn isn’t daydreaming about sighing that name into the other man’s mouth with a hand tucked between his thighs, he isn’t.

He is however, half an hour later, supporting a semi in his gym shorts when Liam starts doing pushups, and Zayn isn’t creepily watching him, Liam was in his line of sight constantly and he had no where else to look.

Liams bare shoulders were shining with sweat as the material of his top strained against his back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he focused on his task.

His biceps were bulging and flexing sinfully, his skin tan and taught and delicious. Zayn thinks about how easily he could be man-handled by him as arousal tugs at his stomach.

'You done creepin’ on random dudes?’ Louis asks, flopping down beside him, his cheeks pink from exertion.

'Nah, still browsing.’ Zayn hums in response, popping a red Gummy Bear in his mouth. He chokes on it a little when Liam holds one arm behind his back and proceeds to do one-armed pushups.

'Damn,’ Louis whistles, 'You think he’ll give me pointers?’ He asks as he grabs Zayn’s sweets and shoves a handful in his mouth.

'You think he’ll give me his dick?’ Zayn counters.

'You’ve been ogling him very indiscreetly for the last hour, we’ll just have to see what he does with all this attention.’

Zayn stands by the benches in a secluded corner of the changing room as he waits for Louis to shower. He considers sitting down, but the varnished wood was covered in a layer of water or possibly sweat, and he wasn’t about to risk it.

'Hey.’

Zayn’s head snaps up from where he was longingly staring at the bench, and is met with a pair of familiar brown eyes.

Liam looks like he’s holding back an amused smile as he stops in front of Zayn, throwing his towel ober his shoulder and oh god – it’s never that hot when somebody else does it.

'Hi,’ Zayn manages to get out.

'Was wondering if you could help me out a little?’ Liam asks, and there’s something confident and knowing in his eyes. Zayn wishes he was more subtle with his ogling, because he was very much about to get chewed out for it.

Zayn just nods rapidly, trying to lean his arm back onto the tiled wall, but it’s wet and his elbow slips a little, so he’s back to standing upright with an embarrassed tint in his cheeks.

'See, I went a bit over-board with my workout today, I don’t usually like to push my mself too far but,’ Liam pauses, his eyes flickering from Zayn’s face to his chest, and then back up again. 'Felt as if I had an audience, you know?’

Zayn’s cheek burn with embarrassment but somehow that doesn’t stop the arousal pooling at the bottom of his stomach.

'So I worked to impress, and now I’m seeing black dots in my vision because my glucose levels have dropped.’ Liam moves forward ever so slightly, and Zayn swallows as he leans back on the wall to create some dostance between them. 'Any idea where I can get some sugar from?’

Zayn blinks at him for a second, because just a moment ago he was certain Liam was moving to him and now he isn’t quite certain, what if he really just needed some sugar so he doesn’t pass out on his way home? Zayn panics for a second, thinking about what sugary snacks he has left in his bag, but then Liam moves closer again, so close that their chests were almost pressed together.

He moves one leg in between Zayn’s, who sucks in a sharp breath at the contact, jutting forward a little for more friction.

Liam’s face was only inches apart now, and he moves slow enough that Zayn almost wants to grab him by his shirt and push their mouth together.

Liam is more tactful, though. His lips barely bursh against Zayn’s who lets out a little shuddering breath, then he pushes his tongue out and into Zayn’s mouth, licking the roof of his mouth in one swipe and pulling back again.

‘Strawberry,’ Liam notes, licking his own lips. 'Tastes good.’

'Gummy bears,’ Zayn blurts out out, and Liam smiles at him, amused.

'Think that’s enough sweet for me?’ Liam asks, bracing both of his hands either side of Zayn, hands pressed against the tiles.

'No,’ Zayn responds, almost desperately.

Liam smirks, making a humming noise as if to consider this.

Zayn makes an impatient noise, and he doesn’t know where he gets the courage from (probably from being trapped against the wall by the most attractive guy he’s ever seen) and leans forward to slot their mouths together.

Liam laughs into his mouth, putting his hands either side of Zayn’s face and kissing him with a filthy amount of tongue. He rolls his leg around Zayn’s crotch, eliciting an embarrassing whine from the boy.

'Liam, by the way.’ He says, pulling away from Zayn breathlessly. 'I don’t do gym hookups, usually.’

'Zayn.’ He replies. 'And I don’t do gym. At all.’

Liam grins at him, all pearly white teeth with wet pink lips stretched over them. He nips at Zayn’s jaw, Liam’s teeth dragging across his skin before he moves up to his mouth again, kissing him and licking at his tongue.

'Feeling better?’ Zayn asks with a smirk, when Liam pulls off him.

'Much better, yeah.’ He responds, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

His eyes drop to Zayn’s crotch then, where the bulge in his shorts was becoming increasingly obvious.

'Can’t leave you here high and dry then, can I?’

'No definitely, not.’ Zayn reorts, and his new found confidence makes another reappearance as he puts his hands on Liams shoulders (and swoons internally because they are are smooth and hard as the look) and pushes him backwards gently until they stumble into a shower stall.

Liam’s mouth is on his immediately, crowding him into a corner and digging his fingers into Zayn’s sides.

Zayn hisses out a gasp when Liam drags a finger across the waistband of his shorts teasingly before he dips his hand inside.

He cups Zayn’s cock from outside his boxers, squeezing slightly until he lets out a desperate keening sound.

'You were fantasising about this, weren’t you?’ Liam lets out gruffly into Zayn’s neck, sinking his teeth in gently.

'Yes -fuck, just-’ Zayn gets out breathlessly, ’Please,’

'Please, what?’ Liam asks, his voice sweet.

'Your hands-’ Zayn says desperately, as he grabs the waistband of his boxers with his shorts and pulls them down together.

Liam lets out a quiet breath of an amused laugh against his skin, before he wraps his hand around Zayn’s bare cock. His thumb swipes at the pre-come gathered at the head, and he spreads it across his dick as he starts tugging at his legnth.

'Fuck,’ Zayn groans, as Liam finds his pace and pumps his cock in a quick rhythm.

His breathless moans and Liam’s laboured breathing bounce around the little stall until Zayn let’s out a moan and Liam slaps a hand over his mouth to shush him.

He feels the bottom of his stomach tighten, and he bites down on the fleshy part of Liam’s palm to hold back the noise that threatens to escape him as his orgasm washes over him.

Liam moves his hand from his mouth and Zayn lets out a loud breathless gasp, slumping against the wall.

He shimmies his pants back on, as Liam runs the tap to tidy himself, a satisfied smirk on his face.

'What was that you said about gym hookups?’ Zayn asks, his voice sounding more shattered than he expected.

'You gave me the shot of sugar I needed, so I owed you, didn’t I?’

Zayn huffs out a laugh, unlocking the door and letting them out.

Louis stands on the other side of the room by the sink, his eyebrows raised and arms crossed over his chest.

'Really, Zayn?’ He asks, his eyes going from him to Liam.

Liam’s curly haired friend is by the benches, a blush on his cheeks as he eyes the two of them skeptically.

'Hey,’ Liam turns out thrns to him, 'Maybe we can do this again, without our mates as spectators.’

'Oh,’ Zayn says, his brows raised in surprise. 'Yes, definitely, that would be nice.’

'Oh, I will be there.’ Louis interrupts sharply. 'And I will be spectating.’