#but then I successfully forgot about it and next time seeing it I thought I just praised his butt XD

[gubsbuubs]

Friendly Cupid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~ 5K

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, slow burn? smut, creampie.

Summary: Despite their closeness, Y/N and Spencer's relationship always stayed within the bounds of friendship. That's until a very fateful Valentine's Day, when a friend decided to play cupid.

A/N: Hi my loves! The "Friends to Lovers" trope won the poll, thanks to your votes. Any thoughts or suggestions for what's next? I hope you all enjoy it, and any and all comments are appreciated 🍒

My requests are open!

English is not my first language.

The team basked in a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment as we settled into our seats on the jet, heading back home after successfully closing another case. The subtle hum of the engines seemed to echo the collective satisfaction that enveloped us.

We had just finished a case where the unsub targeted individuals with a deep passion for books. Each victim was chosen based on their preference for a particular literary work. The killer orchestrated scenarios inspired by famous novels, challenging us to decipher the connections between the crime scenes and the literary references.

From my seat across from his, at the meeting table in the Nevada police department's, I observed Spencer in awe. His deep concentration, the way his fingers danced over the pages, and the thoughtful furrow of his brow—he looked so handsome, absorbed in the task of perusing a pile of books that would have taken me at least two years to read.

I cherished watching Spencer at work; his intellect, passion, and dedication were captivating. There was an undeniable admiration that had grown within me as we spent countless hours in shared pursuit of justice.

I vividly recall the first time our connection became something more. After a grueling case left him drained, slowly succumbing to fatigue, his head found refuge on my shoulder during the flight back. It was an unexpectedly intimate encounter—his tousled hair brushing against my neck and the faint scent of lemon shampoo lingering close to my nose. Though innocent, the closeness left an indelible mark, and often I think about the weight of his head resting against me.

Fast forward to another sweet moment; it was forever engraved in my mind when I first noticed that he cared for me. Spencer and I were staked out in a park that an unsub used to frequent in Boston. The autumn winds whispered through the colorful foliage, and the chilling breeze made my arms shiver. It was getting cold, and I scolded myself for not bringing my jacket. Spencer, ever observant, noticed how I hugged myself for warmth and asked, "Hey, are you cold?"

"What? No, it's just a bit chilly, but I can take it," I chuckled, my teeth almost clacking against each other as I shivered.

"I can clearly see you're cold, Y/N."

"Okay, fine. I may be a little bit cold; we left in a hurry, and I forgot my jacket," I admitted.

Without hesitation, he took off his FBI jacket and handed it to me. "No, Spencer, I can't accept this. If it's cold for me, it will be cold for you too," I protested.

"Compared to men, women have less muscle, which is a natural heat producer. They also have 6 to 11 percent more body fat than men, which keeps the inner organs toasty but blocks the flow of blood carrying heat to the skin and extremities." He started to ramble while holding the jacket in front of me.

So I gave up, not wanting to hear him talk about this for the rest of the night, and accepted his offer. As the jacket touched my body, I could still feel his warmth, and the scent of his perfume enveloped me. His tall stature made the jacket too big for me, and I struggled with the oversized jacket's zipper. Looking down as I tried to zip it, I felt his hand on mine. "Hey, come here! Let me help you." I looked up to meet his beautiful brown eyes as he held his gaze on mine. His gentle hands zipped up the jacket. "There you go; now you'll feel warm," he added with a sweet smile.

We had a connection—an undeniable force drawing us together. For example, with Spencer and I, the casual "sorry, Y/n, passing through" was never just a phrase; it accompanied the gentle press of his hand on my side.

When shared laughter ensued, it almost always led to a playful nudge against my shoulder, a light and affectionate gesture.

And there were times when Spencer would reach out with a reassuring touch on my arm during tense discussions or a challenging moment. His fingertips, feather-light yet grounding, conveyed a silent reassurance that we were in this together.

I’d like to think that our connection extended beyond the realm of solving cases and catching serial killers, finding roots in those quiet spaces between words, because unspoken sentiments resonated louder than any conversation we had.

These simple and innocent touches left me curious, especially considering Spencer's general aversion to physical contact, often sidestepping handshakes. Each touch, though understated, carried a significance that lingered, prompting me to ponder the depths of our friendship.

Yet, somehow, we were never more than friends. Perhaps because of the lingering fear of disrupting the delicate balance we had, I hesitated to act upon the emotions that quietly blossomed within.

So, Spencer and I stayed comfortably within the boundaries of friendship, keeping the unexplored depths of our connection confined to the realm of what-ifs and maybes.

Rather than risking it all, I chose the simplicity of silent observation and opted for the quiet intimacy of just watching him while he worked. There was an unspoken fascination with witnessing Spencer's mind at play.

The breakthrough came when Spencer uncovered a pattern in the victims' book preferences, his face lighting up at the realization. The Unsub, it seemed, orchestrated his killings based on the ominous narratives found within these chosen novels. Each victim unwittingly acquired a literary prelude to their tragic end as the killer turned the pages of their lives into a haunting script of their own demise.

With this knowledge, we were able to predict the next target and swoop in just in time to prevent another tragedy. The final confrontation took place in an abandoned library, where the unsub attempted to stage his twisted interpretation of a tragic love story. With swift and coordinated action, we thwarted his plans and brought justice to the victims.

So, with the unsub's twisted plans foiled, we found solace in the fact that we had saved the couple from his dark intentions.

Amidst the chatter on the jet, the mood shifted to a more relaxed and celebratory tone. The weight of the case had dissipated, replaced by a comforting conversation and shared laughter.

"Hey, Prentiss, any hot plans for Valentine's Day? Morgan teased, giving Emily a mischievous grin.

"Valentine's Day? Seriously, Morgan? After all the chaos of this week, I just want a quiet night with a good bottle of wine," Emily responded, leaning further into her seat.

"Valentine's Day is this weekend, and I completely forgot! Will and I will have to just stay at home," JJ confessed, sounding a bit bummed.

"Well, Beth and I will be taking Jack to the cinema to watch a movie. Would you like us to also take Henry so you and Will can have a date?" Hotch offered.

"Oh, Hotch, that’s very sweet. If you don't mind, yes! We would really appreciate it," JJ replied gratefully.

"What about you, pretty boy? Got any plans?" Morgan playfully mussed up Spencer's hair.

"Well… I…” He cleared his throat. "I, um… I actually do have a date," Spencer stammered, his face immediately turning a bright shade of red.

"A date, Reid? Come on, spill the details. What's her name?" Morgan proceeded to probe.

“It's a blind date, so I'd rather not jinx it by talking about it.” Spencer spoke with a faint smile.

As I learned about Spencer's date, I couldn't help but laugh to myself at the sheer coincidence—both of us had blind dates on Valentine's Day. What were the odds?

Then it hit me, and as much as I tried to dismiss it, there was a subtle pang of envy that Spencer also had a date. I understood the irony of feeling jealous while I was also going on a blind date this weekend.

Earlier that week, my friend from the previous division I worked in—International Affairs and Counterterrorism—set me up with a guy. According to him, this guy was perfect for me—smart, kind, and seemingly attuned to my taste. So, I've decided to give it a shot and go on this date. It was Valentine's Day after all. So yes, I was also going on a date, and I acknowledged how contradictory it sounded to feel envious of Spencer's date. Nevertheless, a twinge of jealousy lingered.

Yet, in the grand scheme, I genuinely wished for Spencer to have a fantastic time this weekend. After all, we were nothing more than friends, and his happiness was something I truly valued.

Morgan, with a playful glint in his eye, turned his attention to me and chimed, "Alright, Reid's stepping into the world of romance, so what's the deal, Y/N? Any Valentine's plans on your agenda?"

"No, I don't really have plans. It'll be a normal weekend for me." I spoke with a smile, gently sidestepping Morgan's inquiry. I preferred to keep certain aspects of my life private, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

Saturday night came around pretty quickly.

I chose a simple red dress and black stilettos for the occasion—it was Valentine's Day, after all, and opportunities for dates were not a frequent occurrence for me. Since joining the FBI, I haven't had many opportunities to look like this. Typically reserved for pantsuits and white shirts, it was refreshing to see myself look so put-together.

What awaited me on this evening could be a mistake or, just maybe, the start of something unexpectedly wonderful. Despite the flutter of reservations in my stomach, I resolved to push through the uncertainty.

Before stepping inside, I paused at the entrance, reminding myself to take a deep breath; it was just a date after all—no need to be nervous. The restaurant, my absolute favorite, bore the name "Bella Luna," renowned for its delectable pastas. It had become my go-to spot for a delightful meal, offering a perfect blend of cozy ambiance and culinary excellence.

My friend, the mastermind behind this blind date, had given the gentleman a specific directive: reserve the table with a view of the river—my favorite spot in the house. This strategic move not only catered to my preferences but also had the practical benefit of simplifying the identification of my date.

As I stood by the entrance, lost in my thoughts, I almost jumped, caught by surprise, as someone bumped into me. "Hey, where were you goi..."

“Y/N! Hi!” His eyes were widening with surprise as he recognized me.

“Spencer! Hi! I didn't expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same thing. Didn’t you say you didn’t have plans?” He asked in an inquisitive tone.

"Yeah!" I laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I, uh, decided to give in to the Valentine's Day spirit, I suppose." Spencer chuckled softly, his warm demeanor putting me at ease.

"How are you anyway, feeling good about your blind date?" I inquired, genuinely curious about his well-being.

"To be honest," he admitted, "I'm actually kind of nervous."

"What? Why?"

He hesitated before sharing, "What if she doesn't like me?"

"Why wouldn't she like you?" The words left my mouth so fast, a testament to my incomprehension of how someone could not like the guy standing before me.

"Because I'm weird. I slouch; my hair's too long; my tie's perpetually crooked." His words were almost a whisper, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.

I smiled softly, reaching  my hands to fix his crooked tie. "Here, your tie is now straight. And Spencer, you're not weird; you look really good tonight. I think you'll do very well."

He smiled softly, thanking me, and said, "Well, you do too! You look very beautiful tonight, Y/N.” My heart skipped a beat at the unexpected compliment. He blushed slightly before adding, “I should really get going. I don't want to be late for my date.”

“Go get him, tiger,” I encouraged with a smile as I stayed behind, watching him leave.

Fuck, he looked so good; his dark blue suit fit him in all the right places. Though not a radical departure from his usual attire, the effort put into his appearance fueled my jealousy. The realization that he was heading on a date with someone else lingered in my thoughts, intensifying the sting.

To make matters worse, we´re at the same restaurant, and I would have to endure the evening watching him, attempting to engage in my own date while inwardly yearning for his company.

The challenge would be to keep my eyes from straying towards him, wishing the girl by his side was me.

Shaking my head to dispel thoughts of Spencer, I took a deep breath before entering the restaurant. I traversed the restaurant, consciously keeping my head down until I arrived at the table with the view of the river, and it was only then that I allowed myself to look around.

To my surprise, when I looked at the table, I found Spencer sitting there.

Confusion clouded my mind as I stood there, staring at Spencer, seated at the table, facing away from me. Disbelief hung in the air like a heavy fog. This had to be a misunderstanding; it couldn't be Spencer. My friend John specifically directed the blind date; he arranged for me to sit at this table, but Spencer was here.

The possibilities raced through my mind like a whirlwind of uncertainty. Did the receptionist make an error? Could there be another table with a view of the river where they seated my actual blind date? Could this guy look a lot like Spencer from behind? My thoughts spiraled into a maze of questions, each more perplexing than the last. I was caught in a web of doubt, trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

Could Spencer and John know each other? How would they even know each other? Although we all work at the FBI, they work in totally different divisions.

As I approached the table, just a few feet away, I confirmed my suspicion: it was him—Spencer. Even though he wasn't facing me, I recognized his curls, almost catching a whiff of his distinctive perfume. It was undeniably him. How did this happen?

My heels clacked on the ground, a sound that drew Spencer's attention. His gaze shifted, expecting another woman, preparing for a polite greeting. "Hi, nice to meet y…” His words now caught in his throat.

As I pulled the chair and sat down in front of him, he halted his movements, confusion etched on his face. It seemed like he was ready to stand up, perhaps shake hands, and greet another person. But as he realized it was me, his expression transformed into one of utter bewilderment.

"Y/N, what is going on?" Spencer asked, his face a mix of confusion and concern as he settled back into his chair.

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the table. "How do you know John Watters, Jonathan Watters?" I questioned, peering at him with an intense gaze.

"What? What do you mean, Y/N?" Spencer replied, clearly confused by the sudden turn of events.

"Spencer, how do you know John?" I repeated, my eyes locked onto his, seeking an explanation for the unexpected twist in our supposed blind date.

"John Watters and I play chess in the park. We met a couple of months ago, and now we play together regularly," Spencer explained, his confusion still evident in his expression. “Y/N, what is going on?” he added, his brow furrowing in concern.

“Spencer…” I began, a faint smile creeping onto my face as it reddened, my hands immediately meeting my face. It dawned on me; John had set us both up, and it seemed he might not have known Spencer and I already knew each other.

I could see the wheels turning in his head, his eyes widening. He seemed to have a eureka moment. "Do you know him?" he asked, his tone still a little unsure. I only nodded, my faint smile hidden behind my fingers, covering how embarrassed I was.

Then Spencer fired questions left and right. "What? How do you know John?” He set you up with me. Like… did you know? You wanted to have a date with me and asked him to do it? I mean, I have talked…." He was blushing like crazy, so I decided to interrupt.

"No, No... I mean, yes, but..." I stumbled on my words as I tried to answer. "I do know John, yes, but I didn't know he set us up... But yes, I wouldn't... I wouldn’t mind a date with you." The last part slipped my tongue way too quickly, the confession escaping my lips.

"Are you serious? A date with me?" He sounded excited but mostly surprised.

"I mean, we're already here, so we might as well do it. He clearly thought we were a good pair," I offered, keeping my head down. My face felt hot, and I was smiling like a stupid little kid.

“I can't believe this; I can't believe this is happening. You don't know how long I've been trying to gather the courage to ask you out, and now this is happening." His head fell back as he inhaled deeply. “Is this real? Can you pinch me, Y/N? You look so pretty, so beautiful. I can't believe this is actually happening. I must be dreaming." His excitement was palpable, and his gaze was fixed on me with a mix of joy and disbelief.

“You're definitely awake; this is real!” I reached out my hand to him and held his hand. “See, this is real—a very strange coincidence, but undeniably real.”

The evening unfolded gracefully. Spencer took my recommendation, and we ordered the Carbonara, complemented by a shared bottle of Cabernet. I couldn't help but savor the moments when our laughter harmonized, creating a melody of shared joy. A subtle warmth spread across our faces, not just from the ambiance but also from the wine. Our laughter became a touch more carefree, perhaps a little tipsy, adding an extra layer of delight to the evening. The restaurant seemed to fade into the background as we continued to enjoy each other’s company.

As the plates were cleared away and the restaurant emptied out, Spencer's gaze remained locked on mine. We sat in silence for a little bit as a warm feeling settled, enjoying the lingering aura of the evening. Spencer smiled softly, leaning closer to me and taking my hands in his. "Let me walk you home," he suggests. "It's a beautiful night, and I'd love to spend more time with you."

As we stepped out into the crisp night air, the city lights played on the surface of the river, casting a gentle glow on our path. Spencer and I began to stroll along the riverbank towards my apartment. The soft murmur of the water provided a soothing background to our conversation, and amidst our banter, our attention was drawn to an old lady with a basket of roses.

"Hello there," the old lady said, greeting Spencer with a twinkle in her eye. "Would you like to buy a rose for your beautiful girlfriend?"

"Oh, but I'm not his girlf..." Before I could clarify, Spencer, wearing a confident smile, chimed in, "Yet..." He told the sweet lady "So yes, I would love to buy her a rose." He turned to me with a playful glint in his eyes.

The old lady chuckled warmly. "Here you go, young man, a rose for your not-yet-girlfriend. May your love bloom as beautifully as this rose," she said, handing the vibrant flower to Spencer.

I thanked him as he handed me the rose, appreciating the beautiful gesture. We then continued our walk, the soft glow of the city lights guiding our way.

"So, a rose for the 'not-yet-girlfriend'," I teased, a playful smile on my lips.

"Well," he began, "I thought a rose might be a good start, but who's to say what the future holds?"

"Fair enough," I replied, a teasing glint in my eye. "A rose is a good start but what's your plan for the rest of our 'not-yet' journey?"

"Well, I've had a lot of time to think about this," he began, a sly grin playing on his lips. "I won't disappoint you, that's for sure."

I felt a subtle warmth spread—a mixture of curiosity and excitement. "Is that so?" I replied with a playful glint in my eye. "I guess I'll have to wait and see what surprises you have in store.”

As we continued our walk to my apartment and reached my doorstep, the night seemed to invite us to linger a little longer.

"I had a lot of fun, Y/N. I regretted every moment we weren't doing this sooner," Spencer confessed.

"I loved this night too, Spencer," I began, a genuine warmth in my voice. "This is not how I imagined my night ending at all; I definitely never expected you to be my blind date."

"I just can't believe this happened. Who would have thought you would go on a date with me?" His soft hand reached for mine; his touch was warm and inviting.

"Well, Jonathan apparently did," I laughed, the surreal nature of the evening sinking in.

"Of course, he thinks I want to date you. I talk about you all the time..." Spencer shyly admitted, his gaze avoiding mine.

"Wait! You talk about me?" My voice lifted with happiness.

"Well, I just tell him about my day... and how I love being by your side. You're so understanding, always listening to me. Your attentive gaze makes my heart skip a beat, and your eyes, Y/N, they sparkle so beautifully. And your smile—oh, it's the prettiest I've ever seen." His words were tender, and his brown eyes never left mine. "Jonathan never told me he knew you; I guess he sensed I was too scared to act upon my feelings and took matters in to his own hands." He chuckled. "And now you're here, and we went on this date—a wonderful date, may I add—and you look absolutely stunning."

As Spencer's words lingered in the quiet night, I felt a soft warmth enveloping us and an unspoken connection deepening.

"I would really to kiss you." He whisperd. His gaze held a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability, mirroring the sentiments that resonated within me.

"You know what, Spence?" I began, a gentle smile playing on my lips. "I'd really like that too."

His eyes brightened with joy, and as if a shared understanding passed between us, he leaned in slowly. His hands cradled my face, creating an intimate connection as he closed the remaining space between us. The world around us faded into a soft blur as our lips finally met.

The kiss was tender, his lips warm and inviting, and the sensation sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

As we pulled away, a shared smile painted across our faces, our foreheads pressed together in a moment of quiet closeness.

"Wow," Spencer whispered.

"Wow indeed," I replied, my heart echoing the sentiment.

"I've been waiting so long to do this," he said, kissing me again, this time with more force and desire.

The kiss deepened, his lips pressing against mine with a newfound intensity, fueled by the longing we had both harbored for so long. It was a fusion of heat and tenderness, with each movement deliberate and purposeful.

His hands, which had cradled my face so gently before, now moved with a purpose, exploring the contours of my back and waist. The taste of him was intoxicating—a blend of warmth and desire that left me breathless.

"Spencer," I began, feeling our breaths mingle. "Would you like to come in?

Spencer's eyes darkened in response, his nod signaling his agreement.

As the door shut behind us, I carefully placed the rose he gave me on a small side table by the entrance, wanting to preserve the sweet gesture. Spencer, without saying a word, pulled me against him again.

I guided us through the familiar space of my home with an urgency that spoke of unspoken desires. As we reached the bedroom, our bodies entwined again.

I laid back on the bed, letting my body sink into the softness of the mattress. Spencer's body was right above mine, and our lips met in a hot, messy kiss. It was like everything else melted away, and all that was left was us in this moment. I could feel the heat of his body on top of mine, and the rush of intimacy was palpable. I wanted this moment to last forever, clinging tight to his every touch.

Spencer's hands glided along the curves of my body, caressing me with an intimacy that left me wanting more. His lips left mine to roam lower, descending slowly towards my breasts. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine, and my breath caught in my chest.

Spencer's voice broke through the intensity. "Are you sure?"

A smile played on my lips as I whispered, "Yes, please Spence."

The sudden touch of his finger on my skin sent a shiver down my spine as his hand slowly drifted down my shoulder and pulled the strap of my dress down. As my nipple became exposed, he kissed it gently, sending a wave of arousal through my body.

He looked so pretty like this; his smooth hand cradled my breast as his lips left soft kisses. His slow hums of satisfaction were accompanied by the thrusts of his hips against my clothed core.

Sensing the escalating desire between us, Spencer then took the initiative, smoothly pulling my dress off. I felt exposed as his hands traveled down my body, lowering himself and planting soft kisses on my stomach.

"You look so beautiful and you smell so good." His whispers of admiration filled the air. "I bet you taste even better." He placed a soft kiss where I wanted him the most. I moaned at his words, not expecting them.

He then proceeded to slide my panties to the side, slowly licking a long stripe. The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent shivers through my body, and the anticipation built with every teasing touch.

“Fuck, it's even better than I imagined." His words were muffled as he spoke from between my legs, looking into my eyes. My moans filled the room, joined by the sound of his mouth devouring my wetness. My hands met his hair as I pulled him closer by his curls.

"Spencer..." My voice caught in my throat.

"What, baby?" The enduring name leaving his lips made my heart flutter.

"I need you," I pleaded.

"Need me to what, baby?" His middle finger breached my entrance. "Use your words," he said, caressing my opening. The sensation of his finger chills of pleasure down my spine. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and I could feel a rush of arousal building inside me. "I need you inside, please," I begged, moving my body against his.

Sensing my urge, he stood, undressing me and then himself. "Since you asked so nicely," he lined up and slowly sank in, his head resting on my shoulder, and his soft moan muffled on my neck.

Our kisses were slow and passionate, our lips brushing against each other with every movement of our bodies. His hands caressed my body, sending a wave of pleasure through me that only increased with every thrust.

Each rhythmic movement brought us closer to the edge, the intensity growing with each caress and whispered word. "You feel so good, Y/N; it’s like you were made for me." Spencer's voice was laden with desire as I moaned into his lips.

The intensity grew with each passionate thrust, and we were both lost in a world of pleasure. Our bodies were tightly intertwined, pressed up against each other as we let our emotions take over. Our moans filled the room, and our breathing became shallow and fast. We both wanted this moment to last forever, clinging to each other with all the strength we could muster.

"Spencer, I can't,” I cried out.

"Can you hold it for me, just a little, pretty girl?" he said, looking into my eyes. My eyes fluttered, closing at the words.

"No, no, no, keep your eyes on me," he said. "Yes, just like that." He kept thrusting with force, and I couldn't take it anymore. “I want to see your pretty face as you cum, baby.”

"Spence... please inside." I begged him, and that was all it took. I didn't have to wait any longer. The tension in the room reached its peak, and I could feel him release, his climax echoing mine.

Our bodies trembled together in the aftermath, the shared intensity of the moment lingering in the air. The room was filled with the sounds of our rapid breaths and the soft rustle of sheets as we came down from the euphoric high.

As we lay there, a playful smile crossed Spencer's lips. "So, about that 'not-yet-girlfriend' situation..." he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I chuckled, tracing circles on his chest. "Well, it looks like we just fast-tracked that process."

Spencer grinned. "Guess we skipped a few steps."

I gave him a playful look. "Steps? Who needs steps when you have Jonathan playing cupid?”.

Spencer gave a playful shrug. "Well, I'll be sure to thank the man.”

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[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - unbothered

a/n = ahhh, new account new beginnings (honestly, i haven't written anything in so long idk if it's good at all T-T)

summary = tsukishima accidentally reveals your relationship in front of the karasuno boys.

warnings = yamamoto hitting on you, nothing else i guess?

tsukishima tried to stay composed, but it was so hard.

back at the very beginning of your relationship, which was going strong for the last two months, both of you had agreed upon keeping it a secret from the rest of the team. the reason was simple. tsukishima valued his privacy, and that meant the less his teammates know, the better. if they ever found out he's dating someone, they probably wouldn't let him live; tanaka and nishinoya definitely being the first ones to do so.

especially, if they found out his dating their manager.

you being karasuno's manager definitely came with its perks; the two of you could spend a lot of time without it seeming suspicious, you could watch his games from up close and, aside from all that, you've made some great friends along the way. but there were also some downsides. and one of those was surely being hit on by other volleyball teams.

the nekoma volleyball team arrived around an hour earlier than it was expected for their sparring game. and since that very moment tsukishima had to deal with a certain second year ace shamelessly hitting on his girlfriend.

"she seems quite uncomfortable right now." yamaguchi pointed out, appearing next to tsukishima out of nowhere. the blonde boy was very aware of it, and it drove him crazy. he tried to seem unbothered though, only murmuring a quick 'yeah' as an answer.

you could feel tsukishima's stare burning into yamamoto's back as he tried flirting with you, walking after you around the whole practice room while you tried to do your patch of manager duties. you tried to brush him off, but the guy seemed not to see the signs. from one point of view, it was quite funny; but it wasn't as funny when you realized that meant he would probably hit on you for nekoma's whole stay here. and to your disappointment, the time seemed to fly painfully slow.

tsukishima observed the two of you as you finished preparing water bottles for the team, which meant you've successfully checked off all of the things from your manager to-do list. as you tried walking away from yamamoto, heading to the exit to get some fresh air, the bleached blonde cornered you, making you stuck between him and the wall, his face too close to yours for your liking. it didn't help that no one in the whole gym seemed to notice that something was happening.

no one except tsukishima, of course.

the blonde boy rushed over to you two without a second thought, grabbing yamamoto's arm roughly as he dragged the boy away, an almost angry look painted on his face.

"i would suggest you don't flirt with my girlfriend. ever again." he said, annoyance clear in his voice as he glared at the older boy, making sure to emphasize those two important words.

my girlfriend.

he left the boy standing with a shocked look on her face as he turned to face you, his expression immediately changing to a softer, gentle one.

"you okay, idiot?" he asked, a smile appearing on his face for just a mere second, but still long enough for you to catch it. you gave him a small nod in response.

"i didn't think you'd react at all." you said, tilting your head as you looked at him, a smile appearing on your face. "especially like that. you know all the boys are staring at us right now, right?"

oh. oh.

tsukishima forgot about that. he was too focused on you to remember that they weren't alone.

the entirety of karasuno's volleyball team was here, staring at him with utter shock on their faces from the moment he addressed you as his girlfriend. everything he's been hiding so well for the past two months was not a secret anymore. he did the only thing he could think of at the moment; grab your hand and quickly head out of the gym, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, much to his annoyance.

once the two of you stood in front of the building, tsukishima tried to seem unbothered by the fact he just unveiled your relationship in the stupidest way possible, but it was clear to you that he was fazed by the whole situation from the tiny details on his face, that were different to his usual expression.

"don't worry about that, tsukki" you said, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "i'm sure they won't be too dramati-"

"I WON THE BET! PAY ME UP, ASAHI!"

the two of you turned your head towards the opened door, the screaming from the inside catching you mid sentence. you immediately recognized it to be tanaka; who was now jumping around his older teammate in excitement.

"or maybe they will be dramatic." you said, a giggle escaping your mouth at the image in front of you. tsukishima let out a sigh, clearly annoyed with the behavior he just witnessed.

"they're acting like five year olds. tsk." he stated, rolling his eyes as nishinoya and hinata joined tanaka on nagging their ace. "i can't believe those idiots are my teammates."

"well, at least now we don't have to be pretending in front of them." you said, a smile on your face as you turned to look at tsukishima again. "give them two weeks, and they'll put their excitement on something else."

tsukishima knew you were right, buy it still wasn't as comforting as he thought it would be.

"this will be the worst two weeks of my life."

#tsxkkis #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #karasuno x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

[fleurrreads]

hi b!

i was wondering if maybe i could request something angsty w steve?

thinking maybe of something like … unrequited love? or you feel like it’s unrequited?

(i absolutely SUCK at requesting i apologize)

★ right person, wrong time

an: hi lovely! i went through it with this request lol. i hope you like it ♡

warnings: angst and some more angst

tick tick tick

The day is going excruciatingly slow. You’re counting down the minutes before the school day is over. Just ten more minutes. Ten more minutes until your life hopefully changes for the better.

The plan is simple. You’ll go to Family Video after school, ask Steve out on a date and then hopefully he’ll say yes and you’ll have the best day of your life.

You try to push away the lingering anxiety that he won’t reciprocate your feelings. Pushing all the contents on your desk in your bag when the bell signals the end of the day. Hands sweaty as you stop by your locker to gather some things for the weekend.

Your locker door gets pulled open abruptly, Robin facing you with a smile. “Soooo? How are we feeling? You ready to confess your undying love to Stevie boy?” She wiggles her eyebrows and you laugh nervously. “I’m ready. As ready as I’ll ever be at least.” You’re trying not to think too hard about it.

The walk to Family Video was probably the most tiring and nerve wracking that you’ve ever experienced. On the way you’ve been recalling all the times you’d tell Steve how you knew you fell in love with him.

‘That one time you were still working at Scoops Ahoy and you gave me that ice cream for free because you saw the look on my face and just wanted to see a smile on my face.’

‘And the time when we went camping as a group and my tent just wouldn’t cooperate and you set it up for me without any complaints.’

‘And then of course the countless times you call me ‘pretty girl’ when you pick me up from school.’ You feel confident that he has to feel the same. It can’t be a coincidence that he’s never helped Robin like that.

Your feet stop infront of the video store and your heart beats madly in your chest. Robin stops you and spins you around before you can spot Steve in the store. A panicked expression washing over her face. Your heart sinks. “What’s wrong Robin?” You try and turn around to face what she’s looking at but she turns you back to face her. “Nothing. Uhm- I just forgot to tell you that I needed your help on this project of mine. Maybe we should uh… maybe we should go to my place first and finish it. Yeah! That’s a great idea!” She’s rambling, she’s nervous. You shove her hands away from you lightly, turning around and looking into the shop.

Robin was right. We shouldn’t have been here now. My heart feels like it’s breaking in a million pieces.

Steve is stood infront of the counter, a blonde girl standing next to him — kissing him. You see Steve smile into the kiss, grabbing her by the back of her head. You feel funny, the world is spinning as you stumble away from the store. Robin’s grim expression makes you feel even more embarrassed. She was rooting for this to go successfully. Did she know about the girl?

“Who is she Robin?” your voice is wobbly from the tears threatening to spill. “Did you know he was seeing her?” your embarrassment is on an astronomical level as you recall all those moments you thought he was showing you he liked you. Pfft, what a joke.

The hesitation in Robin’s voice is the final straw. You don’t look at her as you turn on your heel and make your way home. You don’t notice Steve watching the whole thing unfold with the blonde now walking around the store. Robin yelling your name after you.

As soon as you get home in the comfort of your own space you break down. The sobs now racking your frame as you fall to the floor. After a few jagged breaths you throw your bag’s contents on your bed. The letter you wrote Steve being right on the top. You rip it into four before throwing it in the trash bin.

Your heartbreak turned into despair. You were a fool to think that he would ever like you. Why did you think he’d ever go for you? You should’ve known better.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

You hadn’t contacted Robin the entire weekend. You couldn’t face her. So as Monday rolled around you dreaded going to school. You barely ate anything at all, your cheeks were hollow and eyes baggy. You’re tired.

Robin tries talking to you before your Chemistry class, but you ignore her — choosing to sit at the table furthest from her. Away from everyone.

At lunch you sit with Dustin and the Hellfire Club. No-one asked anything as you sat down, quietly eating your meal.

Last period rolls around and Robin finally gets the chance to talk to you. “Please, talk to me. I’m so sorry for what happened. I didn’t know he was fooling around with that girl. Please you have to believe me, I didn’t know.” Robin is pleading, desperate. She scolded Steve when you left that day. ‘How could you not tell me you were serious with her?’ to which Steve replied, ‘Who? The blonde? We’re not.’ Robin was just as mad as you were. Steve could be so oblivious sometimes. So she told you everything. What he said and how he was just desperate because he hasn’t had a girlfriend in months.

Your brows furrowed. Has he always been like that? Was that why he was nice to you? Because he was bored and desperate? Robin sighed, her frustration also evident on her face. “Please try the confession again, I hate seeing you like this.” You laugh sarcastically. “Are you serious right now? I can’t do that, no.”

Something flashes in Robin’s eye, and she nods, understanding that was a silly question. “Steve’s picking us up today by the way.” She says it hesitantly. You look down, your shoes giving you some silent encouragement that you’d be able to face him today.

You see his car before you even step foot out of the building. Robin walks you towards the car, holding your hand in reassurance. You stop dead in your tracks before you can open the car door. “I can’t do this. Pretend i’m okay. Pretend i’m not hurt. I don’t belong here. I don’t want you to have to choose between us, because that would be unfair towards you. He didn’t technically do anything wrong. Just tell him i’ve been sick or something. I’ll walk home from now on.” You breathe a relieved sigh and walk towards the school again, tears spilling from your eyes.

You were wrong. Your heart fell in love with someone it shouldn’t have.

Steve watches from the car as you wipe your eyes, as Robin gets in the car. “What was that? Is she not coming with us?” He hasn’t heard from you in three days which was unusual for you. Robin puts on her seatbelt, sighing sadly. “She won’t be driving with us anymore. She says she prefers walking now. Something about exercise.” Steve picks out on the obvious lie but chooses to ignore it for now.

Steve thinks of how he was going to ask you to watch a movie with him that previous friday when that stupid blonde came into the store and kissed him for a bet and ruined his plans. He saw the look in your eyes when you walked away that day.

His heart ached as he drove away. He blew his shot, the only one he seemed to really care about. This one shot with you, and now that was gone too.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n

[nerd-of-karasuno]

Bakusquad Sneaking into Your Dorm Room Headcannons

Eijiro Kirishima

Bakugo always knows when Kirishima sneaks out

He doesn't bother anyone but he definitely gets mad at Kirishima the next day for being too loud late at night.

The times Kirishima has gotten caught is probably around or under five times

There has been a few times where he has run into a classmate while heading to your room but was able to play it off as he was going downstairs to get water or because he forgot something

and the latter is true in most cases

He does forget quite a lot of his things in your room.

Think fast Kirishima!

It took him away to come up with that tho

after he ran into Todoroki who was kinda suspicious of him, Kirishima knew he had to make up a convincing excuse

Really he's just grateful he hasn't run into Iida yet

because Kirishima really knows he'll be doomed then.

One habit Kirishima does have when sneaking into your room is crashing into your bed right on top of you

He will tackle you gently if you're not on your bed already

Kirishima does this without fail every time

Katsuki Bakugo

surprisingly very stealthy

Even you don't know that Bakugo's coming to your room most of the time.

It may seem sometimes that your room is slowly becoming his room with how much time he spends in there especially at night and especially after the Kamino Incident.

It was completely unexpected the first time Bakugo snuck into your room

You might have brought the idea of sneaking around up but probably thought he'd never do it

We all know how he is with his sleep schedule and going to bed at a certain time

Don't worry he still keeps that schedule

He just sneaks into your room earlier.

Then when Bakugo leaves, you don't notice majority of the time

Bakugo is pretty strategic when it comes to this

He leaves early enough to get back to his own room without running into anyone

Bakugo doesn't always wake you but he always kisses your forehead before he goes

but Bakugo'll never tell you or admit that :)

Hanta Sero

honestly Sero's pretty good at getting from his to your place

he may get caught like once but that's about it

and it's sometimes surprising

because Sero will literally sneak into your room at completely random times

like he'll be like see you later when you're saying goodnight

and little do you know he actually does mean see you later when he's opening your door about ten to fifteen minutes later.

Sero will also play it super risky occasionally.

You don't know if he does it on purpose.

Class 1-A definitely have late night hangouts and when everyone eventually heads to bed, Sero will go to your room.

Sero never gets caught when he does this

even tho the hallways have quite a few people in them

yeah get this man to share his secrets

Denki Kaminari

Denki attempts to be sneaky

but he fails the first few times never even making it to your room

but through trial and error he makes it to you successfully

And he's very proud of it

look it was only one time that Denki ended up tripping on the floor very hard and waking up the others on your floor

he wants you to stop teasing him about it lol

now the challenge for Denki is staying quiet when he's in your room

Whoever's in the room next you you definitely knows that you have someone over

Denki gets carried away quite a lot

so he forgets that he's supposed to be kinda quiet when in you're room.

He always has a little celebration when he closes your door,

Denki's just happy he wasn't caught and he's able to spend the night with his favorite person.

Mina Ashido

Mina would 100% get to your room and back safely and without anyone else knowing

But I feel like she would slip up when telling the 1A girls a funny story or a video she saw when she was in your room and she would accidentally give out details that clued in some of the girls to exactly where she was at

Let's just hope Mr. Aizawa never overhears lol.

If Mina does happen to run into someone, she plays it off so well

No one suspects anything

well sometimes she heads over to your room with a bag and then someone might wonder what she's up to

Mina loves bringing over things to do in your room

Whether it be makeup, nail polish, and other fun stuff, you're having a blast when she's in your room

Oh, and Mina definitely spills the tea on whatever hot gossip there is that's been going on at U.A.

You are filled in with all the details

Honestly when Mina sneaks into your room, sometimes you get absolutely no sleep or don't go to bed until some odd hour in the morning

but hey you're always doing something that's kinda productive when Mina's in your room.

dance parties

#my hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha fluff #mha headcanons #bakusquad #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo headcanons #kirishima eijiro #kirishima eijiro x reader #mina ashido #mina x reader #sero hanta #sero x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kaminari denki x reader #boku no hero #bnha fluff #boku no hero academia #bnha x gender neutral reader

[pt2change]

can we get even closer? ; jeon jungkook

[gif source]

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: friends with benefits, mentions of smoking weed, y/n is grumpy, college!au (in my mind), jk comforting y/n, they have feelings for each other but haven’t confessed :0, insecurities, fluff

word count: 1,549

↣ bts masterlist

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you’re both on your backs, laying side by side, with barely any space in between you both

you’re in your small one bedroom apartment tonight, in a relatively small sized bed, and well here you are…

you’re both crammed next to each other and although you’ll both never admit it, the both of you enjoy being like this

the bed creaked loudly when jungkook shifted slightly closer to you

it was sometime in the middle of the day, and you were both still breathing heavily from the second time you had sex

the room was getting hot and the sunshine kept creeping in, even through the curtains

part of it was due to the fact that you had your blinds open before he arrived to your apartment

you thought about getting up, but ultimately decided against it

you felt so calm and relaxed, and with everything going on in your life, you almost forgot what that felt like

the breathing beside you had slowed down, and when you turn your head to the side, you find jungkook asleep

you lay there for a while, hoping to fall asleep but it fails

so…..

you blindly decided to reach over towards the rolled joint that jungkook had placed on your nightstand

however, you accidentally end up smacking the alarm clock that you have onto the floor

you can’t help but curse quietly

“what are you doing?” you hear jungkook’s voice

you clear your throat lightly

“waking you up obviously” you mumbled back to him

you grab the joint successfully, and light the end of it, inhaling it and passing it over to a half-asleep jungkook as you exhaled

“what time is it?” he turns to face you after blowing the smoke out of his mouth, passing it back to you

“i have no idea” you glanced down at your clock on the floor, seeing a few pieces scattered on the floor “i’m pretty sure i just broke my fucking clock.”

the rooms remains quiet as you and jungkook share the joint a few more times

“y/n” jungkook begins, “there are other ways you could’ve woken me up rather than breaking your clock”

you rolled your eyes and turn to face him

he continues, “you should have tried whispering something sweet in my ear….” he pauses, “like a compliment, and i probably would’ve been so shocked that i would’ve fell to the floor instead of your clock”

he teases you and smiles

you stare at him for what seems like forever before you turn away or you’d catch yourself smiling back at him

it happened more frequently where you found yourself smiling like an idiot at jungkook or where you both stared at each other longer than necessary

you had brought up the idea of being friends with benefits to jungkook months after you had broken up with your then boyfriend

to which of course, jungkook agreed

you wanted to avoid the aspects of a romantic relationships and yet…..

here you are….

jungkook was doing all these things to you and making you feel so many things

it kinda pissed you off the way he slowly made you fall for him

but you enjoyed the way you felt with him, it was familiar, like home

you smacked your lips together, “why would i even want to wake you up? it was quiet and peaceful up until now”

you turn to look over at him again, “plus you don’t annoy me half as much when you’re asleep”

and when jungkook pokes you on the side of your rib, you’re grinning and laughing

jungkook yawns and stretches his arms out and they accidentally brush against your own

“you would explode into pieces if you actually said something nice to someone”

you turn to look at him with a shocked face before he lets out a chuckle

“let’s see…” you begin, taking time to examine his face

“should i say something like oh my god jungkook, you have the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen?”

you nod your head slightly before looking away from him

“yeah but you have to actually mean it. otherwise it doesn’t work-”

you scoffed, “did it sound like i was joking?”

“wait… you actually meant that?” jungkook propped himself up to look at you

you shrug your shoulders

then you feel him poking you…. multiple times

“who are you and what have you done with the real y/n?” he says in between in each poke

“oh shut up!” you playfully smack him in the arm

and jungkook lays next to you again and smacks his lips together, “ah, there you are”

the two of you pass the remaining joint between each other until you decide to put it out

then you both fall into a comfortable silence, and you close your eyes to help you feel more relaxed

it’s not long until jungkook turned his head to face you, and now it’s his turn to study your face

and he thinks back to when you first decided to sleep with each other,

he thinks back to when you expressed to him the idea of having sex without kissing, claiming that it was “too intimate” and how that wasn’t what you were looking for

and well jungkook respected you so he doesn’t

but all he can focus on is your kissable lips

and he really wanted to kiss you

and if you were being completely honest, you have wanted to kiss jungkook for a while now

even in this moment, as you lay with your eyes closed and you can feel his eyes on you

you still want to kiss him

but kissing meant intimacy and closeness, and that’s what scared you

if you kissed jungkook the way you wanted to, then you couldn’t avoid how you felt for him

not too long goes by before you open your eyes and look over at jungkook, “what?”

jungkook clears his throat, “nothing. i’m just looking at you”

he keeps his mouth open, as if he’s debating on continuing his sentence, “i think i like you”

“and why would you do that?” you look back at him

to be quiet honest, you weren’t sure why jungkook stuck around with you

you weren’t dumb, you knew jungkook could find someone better to spend his days with

but he spends them with you, and yeah, sex is always amazing but you do more than that

you enjoy each others company, even if it’s doing the most random thing, like ordering in or watching movies with awful cgi

“you really don’t know?” jungkook asks you and he props himself on his elbows again and faces you

“well… let’s see, first of all, you ha-”

jungkook widens his eye when we feels your index finger pressed against his lips

you shake your head, “nope”

jungkook moves his head away from your finger, and shakes his head, “yeah i should’ve seen that coming”

“coming? oh you’ve seen that many times”

when you look at jungkook, he has a deadpanned face on his look and you can’t help but laugh

in the midst of your laughing outburst, jungkook speaks up

“no y/n, i was gonna say you have a big heart-“

his eyes are staring right at yours and you swear you can feel your heart begin to beat even faster than normal

“- and i know you put up this mean and grumpy front with other people but you can be really sweet when you want to and…even though you’ll never admit it, i know you care. you care about people. you care about me.”

he pauses, and you can tell he’s thinking of the right words to say

“you’re the only person that thinks the worst of yourself, y/n. and i just wish i could let you see yourself the way that i see you.”

………..

oh……..

you were truly at a loss for words.

his words affected you more than you would have wanted to admit

for a second, you had thought it was because he was high from the weed you both smoked but

you felt the sincerity in his voice

like he truly meant it.

and to be honest, you didn’t know how to respond back to him

jungkook seemed to have sense how you felt so he said nothing as well and laid back down next to you

the quietness that filled the room was what you need to gather your thoughts and process what you were gonna do next

jungkook began to wonder if he had did something wrong

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have said anything, i can leave”

you can feel his side of the bed moving, but you sit up and place your hand on his chest, keeping him from moving

“don’t…. don’t go.” you whisper

“okay” he mumbled, and he placed his hand on yours

and you both stare at each other for what seems like eternity

before jungkook looks like he’s about to speak up again, you lift your leg over his body and straddle him

and you lean down to kiss him

he places one hand on your waist and the other one cups your faces as you fall into a deep and tender kiss

you could feel the kiss through your entire body

you pulled away first and looked at jungkook

and you looked at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat

you went to go lay back down next to jungkook, your fingers intertwining with his

jungkook speaks up, “we have to stop smoking so much weed.”

and you chuckle, “no we shouldn’t”

#bts writing #bts x reader #bts #bts au #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook fic recs #bf!jungkook

[taeghi]

jay takes the lead 

— jay takes the lead (HIS PROFILE)

➤ summary : smart boy jay wants to take his turn first by inviting you over to his house to study, he'll show you how much of a good girl you are for studying so well, and hopefully, you'll take his compliments to the heart.

➤ jay x reader | smut, fluff?, PWP | includes praise, spanking, oral, handjob, and protected sex.

➤ word count : 12k

part of the bets are meant to be won series

minors do NOT interact

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➤ the prologue

your senior year of high school started out dull, and you thought it would’ve ended just as dull, and not with jay park forcing your seatmate to move so he could sit with you.

your biology class was never eventful during the last semester of high school. haewon had ditched the class within the first week, which meant that you would have to continue the rest of the semester with no friends in the class. you were annoyed at first, nagging haewon about it every time you were together, but you sucked it up after a while.

biology wasn’t the most fun subject, but you told yourself that you would be able to get through it alone.

the girl that sat beside you, in the end, was quiet, so quiet that neither of you ever talked to each other. you were the type of person that would only feel comfortable talking to a person if you were acquainted with them. so every time you offered your eraser to her or picked up something she had dropped, it was awkward.

everyone else in the class was people that you had never spoken to before either. you had multiple classes with some of them throughout your high school career, but you were never friends with them. there were a bunch of ‘popular kids’ in your biology class that took up the middle rows of seats. the popular kids never bothered you since you always kept to yourself and you expected that none of them even knew you.

none of them except for jay park; and two other boys that you happened to once be acquainted with.

the last time you had a proper conversation with jay park was most likely during the middle of your sophomore year. it was when the both of you sat beside each other (you on the right with him on the left) in your math class during the first semester. when the second semester started you remember that you had zero shared classes with him.

then, the following fall when the junior year started, jay was officially considered one of the popular kids. along with jake sim and sunghoon park.

you’re certain that jake sim was the first one of the trio to become popular in sophomore year. thanks to his outgoing and charming personality and his natural good looks. then, a year later when puberty had finally caught up to jay and sunghoon park, and jake had successfully brought them into the popular crowd, their popularity also increased.

it shocked you at first to see the three of them walk through the halls so confidently with sleazy smirks on their faces as everyone around them couldn’t help but steal a glance at them on their way. it also shocked you when you started to hear more and more gossip about them during your study sessions in the library, or directly from haewon.

it wasn’t really hard to tell that jake, jay and sunghoon were good-looking guys. it was just hard to take in that they were the same three boys that you were once friends with in freshman year. jay park was once a nerdy almost awkward guy that would never cross his father over anything. sunghoon park used to be so lanky and shy that you would rarely know of his existence, he could never make eye contact with you for more than one second.

but out of the three of them, it was harder to accept jake’s new reputation and look the most.

jake sim and you are born exactly one month apart from one another. if jake had waited one more month to be born, then your mothers would have been even more excited about their shared pregnancy (and you wouldn't have to hear about how he's 'older than you' every time you guys argue.).

jake’s parents met your parents during college, and they had formed their own friend group through their early twenties. they got married around the same time and found out that they were pregnant around the same time. they even shared a baby shower together.

therefore, jake and you had been forcibly inseparable during your childhood, and over time and with age the forced part of your miserableness faded and you spent a lot of time together willingly.

you did everything together. majority of your firsts were together; the first day of school, first loose tooth, first time going abroad. you even shared your first crushes with each other, yours was lee heeseung who was a year older than you both and always politely smiled at you while he spoke to jake a few times. and jake’s first crush was im yeojin, an outgoing short girl that always cared about everyone during her elementary school days. neither of you acted on your crushes, but you both knew of them and they eventually disappeared.

when high school started you were sure that you and jake would continue to be best friends throughout it, continue to have firsts with each other and get through it together. it was just as you imagined it would be during your freshman year, although jake had brought in jay and sunghoon into your friendship group.

you admit that you were wary of jay and sunghoon joining. but you quickly adapted to them and tried to become friends, too. you and jay clicked almost instantly, being able to talk about anything and sharing the idea that grades were important. jay was open about how strict his father was on him about everything, but mostly school. his father was very successful and wanted his son to be just as successful as him. he asked jay to take his studies seriously, which meant having almost no fun outside of school hours. your parents weren’t as strict as his were, but you still forced yourself to study more than maybe you should’ve. so, it led to jay and you studying together in the library when sunghoon and jake were elsewhere, probably working out in the school’s fitness room during break.

it was harder to become close with sunghoon, and you don’t think you ever were. there are a few memories that you could recall with him during your freshman year, like sharing a drink together in the movie theatre during your group's monthly theatre visit, sitting back against the hallway’s wall watching jay and jake easily go up to others and talk to them freely. and there was once when he had spilt his drink in the hallway, and you helped him clean it up. you remember how bright his cheeks and ears went from embarrassment, not looking anywhere except the ground as he scrambled to find something to clean it up with. you aren’t sure where jake and jay were, but you knew that no one in the hallway was looking at him like he thought there was.

though you had created a friendship with jay, and some sort of one with sunghoon, both of it faded along with your friendship with jake during sophomore year.

it started slowly at first, like jake saying he wants to go to a party instead of to your movie nights, or ditching you at lunch to go driving with lee heeseung and his friends. it went from texting each other every day to only texting once a week, to once a month to check in on each other, to not texting at all. you aren’t even sure if the number you have saved for him on your phone is still his number.

since jay and sunghoon were technically friends with jake first, it only made sense for them to hang out with him instead of you. at least that’s what you told yourself.

there was a weird feeling to it during the end of your sophomore year where jake would only smile at you if he was alone and not with some of the popular kids. it was weird to walk past jake, jay and sunghoon and act like you had no idea who they were. like you had no memories with them. frankly, it hurt you, but you told yourself (and everyone else) that it didn’t.

since jay and you both took advanced classes, it was frequent that you and he would have shared classes. during sophomore year, when jake and you slowly started to drift apart, you were seeing jay more and more. for some projects, you were even partners. you never asked jay if jake had mentioned anything about defriending you, but you figured that he must’ve. jay never brought up jake around you, he acted as if jake never even existed when it was just the two of you.

even during junior year, when the trio’s popularity had started to sink in, jay would sit beside you in some of your classes; he would stop and say hi to you in the hallway and ask how you were, sometimes he’d even ask you for aspirin in class from a hangover headache he was dealing with.

you never judged any of them for falling into the party life, but you weren’t afraid to do the opposite to them when it came to their decisions they had made. you had overheard once that the three of them had broken every window of an expensive car at some party they went to and bribed everyone with money (jay’s father’s money) to not snitch on them. haewon told you that last summer, the three of them had taken some girls down to the lake everyone swam at, hooked up in the water and then took their clothes before they realized. people were talking about the three girls walking through town naked all summer.

you haven’t really spoken to or seen jay since junior year, as senior year was really busy for you and you didn’t have any classes together, except for your biology class.

you noticed that jay was in your biology class on the first day when haewon was still in the class, and you were sitting beside her. you noticed his eyes land briefly on you before he slipped into a seat somewhere in front of you amidst his popular friends. it was the first time that you and jay park would share a class and wouldn’t sit beside each other in it. you couldn’t care too much about it at first since haewon was with you, but when she left, you couldn’t help but think about jay casually walking over and taking her abandoned spot.

nonetheless, yuri sat beside you before you could think more of jay park and you didn’t think about it again.

that is until yuri was forcibly told to go sit somewhere else, which you caught bits and pieces of through your music, and took your headphones off your head when you felt a new presence plop down beside you.

your senior year was almost over and you had two months until you had to graduate, so you weren’t sure at first why someone would want to switch seating arrangements at this point. but seeing jay park sitting beside you, a casual smirk on his face as he looked right back at you, made any curiosity leave you.

it also made you happy that haewon fucking hated biology.

the first day that jay sits beside you, you don't get a chance to ask him any of the questions racing through your head. you want to know why after all this time, he is now paying attention to you, let alone sitting beside you. you want to ask him how he is and if his father is still pressuring him to get good grades. you wonder for a second if he's sat beside you just so he can ask you for another pain killer for his raging hangover headache.

you want to ask him if he's been dared to come to sit beside you from the glances his friends are sending your way. you manage to ignore their glares and the fact that jay park was sitting beside you for the rest of the class as you focus on what your teacher was talking about.

at the end of the period, as other students start to pack their bags and leave school for the day, jay turns to you, a soft smile on his lips. his tan skin was prettier up close, just like you'd heard from everyone else. his heart-shaped birthmark is the same on his neck, and you find yourself too busy staring at it to notice the mischievous glint in his eye.

as the class becomes increasingly empty, the teacher calls jay's name, tearing both of his eyes away from each other at her voice. she asks him to come up to talk to her about an extra assignment. Jay gives you a sympathetic look before he swings his bag over his shoulder and goes up to her.

you watch for a second as the two of them start to look over a paper together. You take your chance to slip out of the classroom, hopefully with neither of them noticing.

it shocks you with the number of emotions you were quickly feeling with jay sitting beside you for an entire hour with no chance of talking to each other. for years you had said to yourself that you were frustrated with jay for so quickly ditching you and forgetting about you when he gained sudden popularity. it hurts you that jay made it seem like it was so easy for you to be disregarded by him and his life. you told yourself that you would always hold that against him.

so why did you feel such a strong urge to reconnect with him the second he sat beside you?

before you get far enough from the classroom door to be out of view, you hear jay call your name, making you turn your body back towards him, "wait a sec!" jay walks up to you. You stay because you're curious about what he has to say, "you're really gonna sneak out on me when we haven't even said a word to each other?"

you pick up on the teasing tone in his voice and tell yourself to not let your cheeks turn bright red from the embarrassment of him realizing what you just tried to do.

"w-well," you shake your head, "no!"

"no?" jay raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk not leaving his lips as he looks down at you.

"no." you state, trying to remain serious, "i just have things to do after school, and i can't wait around after class since i have to do them."

"what type of things?"

"important things."

jay snorts at your answer, "can your important things be put on hold for me?"

your jaw catches itself before it ultimately falls open at his sudden question, "um," you start but don't know where to continue. jay's unexpected forwardness today is something you would have never thought would happen. it was odd that he kicked out your seatmate to sit beside you, but now that he wants to spend time with you is just bizarre.

"c'mon, y/n, when was the last time you and i have hung out?" jay nudges you with a smile.

you feel your shoulders drop at the recollection of exactly why you and jay hadn't hung out in so long, not being able to cover the scowl on your face as you respond to him, "i don't know, when was the last time jay? must've been before you started ignoring me."

jay's smile drops, "y/n i-."

"no, it's fine, jay, i get it; you were friends with jake first after all, so why don't we just continue how it is right now."

"i wasn't ignoring you, y/n."

you scoff and turn on your heel, but jay's hand on your arm prevents you, "y/n, i'm sorry, but i wasn't ignoring you, we just," jay pauses to find the correct word to use, "we just drifted apart."

"drifted apart?" you repeat his words and take a step towards him so your bodies are almost touching, "no, you drifted away from me when you realized that you could be popular."

it's silent between you two as you stand facing each other in the hallway. your chest is heaving from the anger that was forming in your chest during your rant. jay's eyes look sullen and a slight frown is on his lips as he looks down at you.

"i'm sorry, y/n." he apologizes again; the sincerity in his voice makes it hard for you to look at him and your eyes drift to the vinyl floor. when you don't give him an answer, you feel his hand under your chin begin to gently lift your face so you can look at him, "i mean it, y/n, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make us drift apart from each other, i want to fix things between us."

"why did you wait all this time to try to fix things? i mean, why are you reaching out now?"

jay forces himself to not tense up at your questions, knowing that if he did, you would sense that something was off about him. the sad look in your eyes made jay feel slightly bad about his true actions as to why he was standing in front of you now. he was sure that if he told you the truth about the bet he had bargained with his friends, you would walk away from him right now and never look at him again.

"because I realized that high school is almost over, and there are some mistakes i've made during the past years, and I want to try to fix them. and one of those mistakes is letting our friendship just fade out, letting us drift apart." jay's not usually fazed about lying or how easily he is at it. Still, a feeling sets deep into his stomach as the words leave his mouth. jay hopes that he covers the suddenness of the weird feeling with the smirk he puts on his face.

you keep your eyebrow raised as you respond to him, "so, you want us to be friends again?"

"yes."

you cross your arms over your chest and scan him, trying to pick up on anything weird from him. the smirk he's kept on his face for almost all of high school remains on his face as he stares at you with an almost innocent expression.

"c'mon, y/n, remember when we used to have fun together?" jay tries to persuade you into accepting his offer of friendship, "it's those memories that made me realize how much fun i've missed out on with you in the past years."

you try to keep a straight face, but the memory of you and jay pushing jake into his pool with all his clothes still on makes a small smile appear on your face that jay unfortunately notices.

"y/n," jay whines and slips his arm around your shoulders, "think about all the fun we can have together again," he leans in close to you, so his lips are against your ear, "all the trouble."

you gulp at his tone and choice of words and gently back away from his grasp, "fine." your voice comes out meek and quiet, but jay still hears you and starts to excitedly grin from ear to ear.

"really?"

"yes, jay." you roll your eyes and smile.

"thank you, thank you." jay continues smiling and approaches you again, wrapping you up in his arms and spinning around with you off the ground.

"jay!"

"sorry," jay sets you down, "i'm just so glad you agreed."

"yeah, whatever." you turn to the side to try to mask your own happiness.

"so let's go." jay nods towards the doors at the end of the hall.

"what do you mean?"

"let's hang out, duh."

you press your lips together, "i would, but i meant it when i said that i have things to do after school."

"what things do you just have to do today?"

"study." you shrug nonchalantly.

"oh my god," jay groans, "you sound like the perfect kid that my dad wants."

"well, maybe i am. think he'll adopt me?" you tease him.

"haha," jay fakes a smile, "i don't think anyone would want to truly be adopted by him."

"why? all he wants is someone perfect; that doesn't sound too hard."

"shut up." jay pushes his fist gently against your shoulder with a smile, "you know how my dad is."

"i know, i know, so shouldn't you be studying right about now since you're his son."

"mm, yeah, but maybe after i meet up with the guys." you nod in understanding, "how about you and i study together in the library on thursday together?"

"yeah, sure."

"okay, so i'll see you thursday then?"

"yeah, i'll see you."

"okay, have fun with studying and all the other important things you have to do."

"bye, jay." you roll your eyes again and start to walk down the hall to the exit.

"bye, y/n."

as you get closer to home, you can't help but mentally put up walls around yourself when it comes to jay. you admit that it is weird that after all this time, jay wants to suddenly be friends with you again. even when you questioned him, you were still iffy whether or not he was being genuine or not. but you also can't deny that talking to and being around him didn't feel nice, and it felt like how it used to feel. you felt so carefree around him that you wonder if you'll be able to keep up the mental walls you have built to keep him out.

you continuously told yourself not to entirely give in to the excitement you were feeling because of jay park. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t counting down the seconds until Thursday.

“what’s gotten you so excited?” haewon asks as you both sit in the cafeteria for lunch.

you shrug, “i don’t know.”

“oh, come on, i noticed yesterday that you were happier than usual, and now today you can barely sit still,” haewon leans over so her face is closer to yours from across the table, “so tell me, what’s gotten you so excited?”

you sigh, “jay wants to be friends with me again.”

haewon’s quizzical smile drops as she sits back into her chair, “jay as in jay park?”

you look down at the textbook you were previously studying and pretend that you’ve gone back to reading it, “yep.”

“y/n, you know that jay park is a douchebag; we’ve gone over this a thousa-.”

“he’s not a douchebag,” you defend him, and it surprises you and haewon, “he just makes stupid decisions.”

“i can’t believe what I’m hearing right now,” your best friend shakes her head in disbelief, “jay park suddenly wants to be your friend again, and now everything you’ve ever said or thought about him is thrown out the window?”

“of course not!”

“Well then, have you completely forgotten everything he and his idiotic friends have done to others? what they’ve done to you?”

you place your head in your hand and rub the spot in between your eyebrows from the frustration you’re feeling, “this is why i didn’t want to tell you.” you know it isn’t like you to not tell haewon something, especially if it’s made you as happy as you are that you are going to become friends with jay again. but after all the conversations you and haewon have had about your past friends, you knew she wouldn’t accept it.

haewon wasn’t as popular as jay, sunghoon or jake, and she didn’t want to be. that was one thing that you and haewon bonded over when you first became friends; neither of you fell into the high school fantasy that consumes almost every teenager. you didn’t get all the hype about it, and you especially didn’t get the hype about the popular trio that took over the high school.

haewon didn’t necessarily hate the trio; she just didn’t agree with any of the stupid decisions they made, certainly not the ones where they’ve treated another person wrongly. she thought you and the trio were on entirely different sides of the spectrum of people, and she never understood how you could be friends with them.

but haewon didn’t know jay, sunghoon and jake as you did. she didn’t hold all the memories, the inside jokes, the serious talks about the future like you did.

“didn’t want to tell me?” haewon repeats what you said, “great, so now you’re keeping stuff from me?”

“haewon, no, that’s not what i meant. i just know that you don’t like jay and that you probably wouldn’t want me being friends with him again.”

“well, you’re right, i don’t want you being friends with him again, but what can i do? you make your own decisions, i just don’t want to be the one you run to when he hurts you again, especially not after you don’t want to tell me things anymore.” you can see the look of hurt on haewon’s face as she spoke to you.

haewon is loyal to all of her friends, and she doesn’t hesitate to stand up for someone or for something that she considers suitable. you’re almost painfully aware that what she’s saying is correct and that it’s coming from the better side of her heart, but she doesn’t understand that jay used to be your best friend too.

“i’m sorry that i upset you won, but if my past friend wants to become friends with me again, then i think its worth a shot.”

“Okay,” haewon nods, “i respect your decision, y/n.”

“thank you.” you tilt your head down again to continue reading.

“but if that idiot hurts you one more time, he better know that you have me by your side this time around.”

“oh god.”

jay met you at the table during study hall like he said he would. the table was basically in the middle of the room, surrounded by the other circular tables with other students studying in the library during that period. you can't hide the grin on your face as jay sits across from him, slipping his backpack off his shoulders onto the ground.

you kept haewon's words in your head, reminding yourself to be wary of jay at first and not forget how he's hurt you in the past.

"hey," jay greets you, pulling out his notebooks to study with, "are we starting with biology?"

"yeah, sure," you agree and pull out your notebook.

"good, because I'm extremely behind in it."

"what? how're you behind in it?"

jay shrugs, "i usually study for biology a lot on sunday's, but the guys want to spend every Saturday staying out as late as possible because we only have so many highschool saturday's left, so i've been too hungover to wake up early and study." you make a noise of understanding, not sure what else to say since you couldn't relate to any of it.

you weren't the party type, you didn't drink, and you could care less about how many more high school saturday's were left. you just wanted to finish high school with high grades and forget about anything that had happened to you in the school building.

well, forget everything except for studying with jay park in the library.

"but i won't be behind anymore since you're studying with me, right? you'll get me all caught up?" jay's eyebrows wiggled.

"yeah, I'll see what i can do for you," you responded, biting your lip as you skim through your notebook to the latest chapters your class has covered.

you found it hard to look at jay for too long. you don't remember feeling as if you couldn't look at him when you were friends. his jaw has become more defined, his lips plumper, and his ears were pierced, which held dangling silver earrings from them. his eyes were darker, too, not as light as you marked them in your head from when you were in your early days of high school with him.

you don't watch his darker eyes as they scan your innocent self, skimming through your notes so you can help him catch up on work that he probably doesn't even need your help with if he looked at the textbook longer than a minute while being sober. but maybe your notes can help him anyways since he knows how meticulous and intelligent you are. y/n y/l/n, always prepared and on time, a good girl just like everyone says she is.

"This is last week's notes; we went over basic digestive system things before we get into the more detailed stuff this week." you slide over the lined pieces of paper to him, distracting jay from his thoughts.

your handwriting is neat and cute, and jay thinks it's exactly like you in a way. he wouldn't have expected your writing to look like anything else. you tried your best in everything, even in your notes that only yourself would see. you are always so eager to please, and jay finds it intriguing.

"Thanks, y/n," jay smiles at you, making you gently respond that it was no problem. "are you going to go over biology, too?"

"mm, probably not; I'm thinking about going over the calculus notes for the test."

"the calculus test isn't for another week and a half, though."

you shrug, "i know."

jay smirks at your curt response, grabbing his pen after you hold your own. he writes down the title of the chapter and the date lazily, not looking forward to writing out study notes when you are right in front of him. your eyebrows are drawn together, and your bottom lip is snagged between your teeth as you work on the math problem on your calculator.

jay's always thought you were pretty, but he thinks you're the prettiest when you concentrate.

from the outside, he's sure that it probably looks like you guys aren't interacting or know each other. the way you're so intently hunched over the worksheet, scribbling away hard at work, and he's sat back swinging his pen back and forth. jay's noticed the couple of looks the pair of you have gotten since he's sat down in front of you, but he chooses to ignore it, for now, focusing instead on you.

jay's noticed now that your hair is tied back into a pony, leaving your pretty neck on display for him. your shirt is loose at the top of your chest, allowing him and anyone else to see slightly down it, where he catches a slight glimpse of your red bra. and he wonders if you remembered that his favourite colour is red.

images of you laying on his bed dressed in red just for him cloud his mind then, and he can't prevent the way his own lip is snagged between his teeth.

although you feel like you're whole mind is consumed by calculus, you still notice the lack of words jay has written on his page as you glance over at him. his body is relaxed, but his face is tense as he stares off, his eyes seemingly landing on you. you try not to tense up at the observation and continue your maths problem, but your mind starts to wander farther and farther away from maths and closer to jay park.

suddenly you feel a foot start to tap against your own under the table, making you smirk as you glance up at jay, who's only looking back at you with a mischievous grin. his foot starts to gently glide up your leg, pushing your pant leg up with it until he has successfully pushed your pants up to your knee, your leg now being bare if anyone looked underneath. "what is it?" you ask him, making him drop his foot back down to the ground, allowing your pants to fall and cover your leg again, "Mr. Harvard needs help with a little biology problem?"

"shut up," he rolls his eyes, "are you almost done?"

you glance down at your work, "mm, kinda." you see the way that jay glances over his shoulder, staring at the other students in the library during the period. Watching his eyes scan over the rest of the room, you realize quite a few of the students are staring right back at you and jay. your body tenses then, not used to so many people looking in your direction. "why?"

jay turns his head back to you at your question, and he shrugs his shoulders, "no reason, i guess i'm just too distracted to study right now, too much on my mind."

"Oh," you nod, your eyes glancing down to the table right in front of you, feeling awkward with him suddenly.

you wonder if jay's bothered by the others looking at him, noticing that you and him are together. you wonder if he's embarrassed to be seen with you. he still must be caught up in his whole popular lifestyle, so you would imagine that he's affected by who he's seen with.

"how about we study together on the weekend? like on Saturday." jay suggests finally, sliding your paper back to you.

"um, yeah, sure." you nod, trying to hide the disappointment you are feeling.

"at my house?"

"oh," your eyes widen at his suggestion.

"is that okay with you?" jay tilts his head with concern at your quick change in expression.

"yeah, that's fine."

"cool," jay nods, packing up his things, "I'll see you then, yeah?"

"yeah, see you."

"okay, get back to studying, good girl," jay winks at you before he turns and heads out the library doors, waving at the study hall teacher as he leaves without being questioned by her.

you try to ignore the bottomless pit feeling in your stomach as you let your thoughts race in the now quiet library. you hadn't noticed all the whispering happening while jay was still in the library. you wonder if haewon was right and that jay hadn't had a sudden realization of his mistakes like he had said. you wonder if he has asked you to study at his house instead of the library so people wouldn't know that the two of you are friends. you wonder if he regrets asking you to study with him in the first place, and now he feels like he has to. you wonder if he was really distracted or if it was just a lie to get away from you.

technically jay hadn't lied; he was genuinely distracted, just not by the noise, but by you instead. you were practically consuming him whole, and you were simply sitting across the table from him. it was driving him crazy that he could just reach over and touch you there. he wondered if you would let him touch you there, in front of everyone. he bets you would since you're such a good girl.

maybe you'd even be a good girl for him.

when haewon asks you how studying with jay went, you tell her everything except for the feeling he put in your stomach when he traced his foot up your leg in the middle of the library. you aren’t sure how an action so minor could leave you daydreaming about jay park. you want to know what else he would’ve done if you hadn’t spoken to him, almost snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.

you had also planned on leaving the wink part out when you would tell haewon, but you forgot at the moment and let it slip out.

“he winked?!” haewon exclaims loudly in the cafeteria the next day.

“shh,” you put your index finger to your lips to shush her.

“Sorry,” haewon lowers her voice and leans towards you, “but he winked?”

“yeah, when he left.”

“but like, what type of wink? a cheesy wink to annoy you, or like an ‘i’ll see you later, wink?” haewon wiggles her eyebrows with the second option. “and it better not be the second option.”

“i don’t know, won.” you sigh and lean back into your chair, “it was just a wink!”

“girl, we need to know what type of meaning is behind the wink!”

“why? who cares what it meant!”

“i care! and you should care! jay park cannot be into you!”

“and why not?”

haewon’s face drops at your question, “y/n, don’t tell me that you like jay park!”

“shhh!” you repeat your action from before, telling her to be quiet. “i don’t like jay park.” your best friend glares at you, not believing you. “haewon, i would never date jay. i mean it.”

“but you would fuck him,”

“what, no!” you shake your head in surprise, “i never said that! where are you getting any of this from?”

“nowhere, i’m just making sure your self-values are still intact.”

you sigh, “what does that mean, haewon?” already tired of her over-exaggerating for the day, and it was only noon.

“well, you know what happens when you fuck one from the trio.” haewon answers nonchalantly, plopping a fry into her mouth.

“yes, i know what happens; everyone finds out, and i’ll get hurt and possibly made fun of by my best friend.”

haewon laughs, “that’s exactly what happens!” she clinks the tip of her fry to yours and plops it in her mouth.

“well, i’m sorry, but you’re not going to have anything to make fun of me with since i am not fucking jay park or anyone in the trio!”

“well, if you do fuck anyone from the trio, i hope you truly think about it before you commit to it.” haewon’s voice becomes serious as she drags another fry through ketchup.

“i will, won.” you nod, raising an eyebrow at her sudden seriousness but not questioning her further.

“Good.” haewon forces a smile, shoving her fry towards you so you can meet the tip of hers with your own, cheersing over a plate of ketchup in the middle of the cafeteria over something that will never happen.

although it's been well over two years since you have been to jay park's house, you still remember the way there, like you have gone there one million times.

the house is just as big and fancy as you remember it to be when you start to walk up the long driveway to the mansion. the house is white with accents of black across it, and the large freshly trimmed dark green bushes surround the outskirts of the property. the front door is just as intimidating as the rest of the house, but you get the courage to ring the doorbell.

a relaxed jay opens the door a few seconds later, the same smirk permanently plastered on his face is showing as he looks down at you with amusement in his eyes, "hey y/n, you can come in."

you thank him and step into the house past him. it's just as fancy inside as it is on the outside, with paintings and expensive decorations all over the place.

"is your mom home?" you ask him, noticing how quiet the giant house is.

"no, she's out today until later," he responds with a shrug.

"ah, i haven't seen her in a while, i wanted to say hi."

jay smiles as he approaches you, "maybe next time, yeah?" you respond with a smile and jay points towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, "do you want to study in my room?"

"yeah, sure." you let him cross in front of you, so he leads the way to his bedroom.

jay already has his textbooks sprawled across his bed when you walk in after him. he sits beside it, patting an empty spot afterwards so you can sit on his bed with him.

"i still need to study biology."

"yeah, I'm pretty behind in history, to be honest.".

"What? We have a test on Monday, how behind are you?"

"i don't know, i just don't feel like I'm the best with history, so it's hard for me to study it."

"oh, i see," jay smirks at you.

"What?" you chuckle.

"i'm sure you know everything in history; you just aren't confident with it, right?"

"yeah, basically."

"well i'm pretty good at history, so how about i go over some of the review questions with you."

"Really?"

"yeah," jay shrugs and grabs your history textbook.

"i don't know, though; I'm really not good at it, i don't want to sound like an idiot."

jay rolls his eyes as he looks at you, "you're not an idiot, y/n," jay flips through the textbook to get to the chapter of the test, "how about every time you get a question right, you have to answer one of my questions."

you raise your eyebrow in question, "like what?"

"Like, anything i want to ask, and you have to answer honestly."

you hum as you think, "okay."

jay smirks again, "but if you know the history answer then you have to say it, you can't pretend to know it."

you shove jay's shoulder as you laugh, "I'm not a cheater jay, i'll say it honestly if i know it."

"good girl." jay couldn't stop the words from falling out of his mouth as he thought them, but the redden colour appearing on his cheeks made him not regret it.

you've been called a good girl before by your parents, friends, and some annoying people at school who used the term to make fun of you. but the words slipping off of jay's tongue made the words different. they made your body react in a way you didn't think it could.

after jay looks through the textbook for a few more minutes, he clears his throat, "in which European country was there a civil war between 1946 and 1949?"

"oh c'mon," you shook your head, "that's an easy one."

"Okay, then, what's the answer?"

"Greece."

jay smiled at your answer, "great, now for my own question."

"oh god,"

jay thinks for a second before he looks back at you, "are you happy that we're friends again?"

"yes," you respond quickly before thinking about it.

"good, i am, too."

you smile shyly, picking at a loose piece of skin on your finger as jay searches for another question to ask you from the book.

"Which country was the first to give women the right to vote, in 1893?"

you sighed, "New Zealand."

"what's with the sigh? you got it right."

"you're the reason for the sigh! you're asking me easy questions, so I'll answer your own questions!"

"no, i'm not! these are not easy questions; they're just easy to you because you're smart." you shake your head to deflect his compliment, "now, did you miss me when we weren't friends?"

you thought for a second before answering, "i missed the old you, the one i have all the memories with."

"i missed you too."

"Really?'

"yeah, why wouldn't i?"

"i don't know; you've gotten so many more friends and better, more time-consuming things in your life i didn't think you'd miss me."

"of course, i missed you; every time i saw you in the halls, i wanted to talk to you, but i just didn't have the time to stop and say hi, i guess." you nod to acknowledge his words, and he apologizes again.

"you don't have to say you're sorry; we're friends again, so it's okay."

jay's grateful that you forgave him so quickly, but there's a small part of him that wishes you didn't so that this whole bet thing he's made with his friends couldn't have gone farther than it already has. he's got you sitting on his bed with the house all to himself. your skirt is pushed up your legs, and he wants to grab your legs and put them over his shoulders so his face is in between his thighs.

he's glad that the textbook he's holding is covering his lap.

"in which year was Joan of arc burned at the stake?"

"Jay," you whine.

"What?"

"you're picking easy ones!"

"no, i'm not! they all just seem easy because you're smart!"

"1431."

jay grins deviously, "i got a good one." you roll your eyes and prepare yourself, "out of me, jake and hoon, who do you think are most attractive?"

"oh my god," you put your hands over your face, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassing question. "why would you ask something like that?"

"because i wanna know." jay shrugs casually.

"well, i don't know."

"oh c'mon, i'm sure you've thought about it at least once."

you've thought about it a lot more times than at least once. there were times when you and haewon would debate for hours about who was the most attractive out of the trio. haewon always quickly decided on jay, but you just couldn't bring yourself to pick one of them. they were all stunning in their own different ways.

"i haven't, so i don't know."

"y/n," it's jay's turn to whine, "just say the answer."

"my answer is that i don't know."

jay huffs playfully, "fine, then which commonwealth nation was granted full independence from Britain in 1986?"

you flop back so your lying down now, your hands covering your face as you mumble out the answer, "Australia."

suddenly jay is prying your hands away from your face and pinning them over your head with one of his hands. you can feel the warmth from his body take over your own as he's now practically laying on top of you. before you get a chance to speak, the smirking boy is already asking you his question.

"Have you ever thought about kissing me?"

your faces are close together as you look at each other. you can smell his cologne at full force now and blame it for your brain clouding over the common sense part of it as you speak.

"yes."

"would you let me kiss you?"

"you can only ask one question at a time, jay." your voices are whispering now, although no one is home to hear you anyway.

jay sighs, his free hand reaching to rub your jaw, "such a good girl for following the rules." the nickname you once hated falls from his mouth again. you feel your stomach tighten with excitement. "what's the name of the first satellite launched in 1957 that fell back to earth in 1958?"

"sputnik."

jay's thumb of the hand that is holding your jaw starts to push against your bottom lip, both of you continuing to stare at each other with growing lust in your eyes, "i think you deserve a reward for studying so well, don't you think, y/n?" you nod gently in response, so he repeats, "would you let me kiss you?"

"yes."

jay's lips are instantly against yours. they're as soft as you imagined and feel even better. you're quick to follow his lead, your lips moving in sync like you've done it one million times before. your lips open in a gasp when you feel his hand start to slide under the cotton fabric of your panties.

jay's tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth, meshing itself with your own tongue. your whine at the feeling of his cold fingers meeting your skin, and your hands still pinned against the bed, unable to touch him.

"you're okay if i touch you? make you feel good?" you shudder as jay speaks, his lips brushing over yours. your legs tighten around his waist, not wanting him to leave. you find yourself nodding in response, no hesitance found in you. "good girl, let me reward you."

jay lets his fingers touch your heated core, making you whine again. you feel all your thoughts drift away and be replaced with jay, his fingers start to rub small circles over your clit, your eye close for a second until he speaks again.

"fuck, you're wearing red."

you're confused for a second until you look where his eyes are locked. your red panties are on full display for him to see now. A small patch of arousal has leaked through the fabric, visible for both of you to see. "yeah?" jay lets go of your arms, letting you sit up on your elbows.

"you look so fucking good in red." he presses his thumb into your clit, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head at the sudden fast pace. you gasp when you feel his middle finger start to tease your opening, circling around it, preparing you. "you know my favourite colour is red?"

"i-is it?" you manage to ask, mentally congratulating yourself for choosing the red underwear to wear today.

"yeah, especially on you." jay's lips kiss along your neck, biting gently on the sweet spots. it leaves red tints behind where his lips have been. jay hopes sunghoon and jake will get to see them before they fade.

jay forces his finger into you then, starting to pump his finger in and out, trying to find your g spot every time he does. his thumb doesn't stop rubbing small circles over your clit, adding to the pleasure as he brushes over your walls. your hand grips his bed sheets, pulling them closer to you for some stability.

"fuck, you're so tight around my finger, baby." jay says into your skin, planting a kiss on your cheek. "can't wait to feel you around my cock." you whine and your legs try to close around his arm. "what? do you want my fingers or not?"

"i want your cock, jay."

jay hums as his fingers start to hit a particular spot inside of you, making your toes curl as you try to listen to what he's saying, "i think you'll have to ask nicer than that. you are my good girl after all, aren't you?"

"Please, jay, i want your cock so bad; please let me feel it."

jay's fingers stop as your toes curl from the pleasure. you whimper when he pulls them out, and both of you stop and stare at the amount of juices on his fingers. jay slips his juice coated fingers into his mouth, eyes closing at the taste of you. you whine when he moans out in delight at the taste.

"taste so good, baby, better than i've ever imagined."

the thought that jay park had thought about what you would taste like sent more of your juices dribbling out and onto your thighs. the wetness between your legs was almost too much as the sloppy sounds from your legs rubbing together filled his bedroom. you wonder for a brief moment how many times jay has thought about you and him in this position before.

jay slips off his shirt first, letting you scan his bare torso. his light abs are clenching as he bends over and pulls off his sweatpants and underwear. his hard cock springs out and almost hits the top of his stomach. the precum that has settled onto his cum drips downward would almost be unrecognized if you weren't so intently staring at it.

jay crawls back onto his bed, holding one of your legs in each of his hands and settling himself between them. jay helps you pull off of your skirt and throws it onto the pill of his own clothes. his fingers slip onto the sides of your underwear and pull them off your legs, leaving your core bare for him to see. a quiet 'fuck’ leaves jay's mouth as he stares at your soaked pussy.

"so pretty," he mumbles, leaning forward to press his lips into yours again. his fingers slip under your shirt, dancing across your stomach until your shirt is bunched up at your neck. both of you pull away from your kiss so jay can help you take off your shirt. he flings the shirt onto the floor with the rest of the clothes, and looks down at your bare breasts. your nipples are hard from the cold, and their pink hue makes jay want to suck on them until you're begging him to stop.

jay slips on a condom he grabbed from his nightstand, securing it before he presses his hips against yours. jay finally lines his hips up with your own, pushing his hard cock against your core. he can't help but realize just how deep he would be able to fit inside of you.

"Please jay," you beg again nicely, getting impatient from all his staring.

"Okay, okay, baby," jay chuckles fondly, "tell me if it hurts."

both you and jay hiss as he finally pushes into you. his cock is hitting every wall inside of you as he slides further and further in, not leaving an untouched area.

"fuck, so warm and tight," jay groans out, his hands gripping onto your waist harder as his balls hit your pussy. "so good already,"

your core tightens around him at his praises, you didn't think hearing compliments from jay would have affected you in some way. you don't want him to stop. you like knowing that you are the one that can get him to feel good. you, out of all people, can make one of the boys from the trio groan and hiss as he slides into you.

jay pushes in and out slowly at first, letting both of you get used to the feeling. your warm walls make it easy for him to lose himself in the feeling. jay has thought about what it would feel like to be inside you since freshman year. he remembers the first time he saw you with jake and couldn't help but think how badly he wanted you. he's always wanted to know what you feel like, and now his dick is twitching with every moment because of it.

jay throws his head back in pleasure as he picks up the pace, fucking into you faster. your walls are creating such a tight grip on his cock that it feels like he can barely move. your legs spread wide just for him is driving him crazy.

you look so innocent for him, just so good. your eyes fighting to stay open to look back at him, little cries and whimpers leaving your mouth. the moan of his name slipping from your pretty lips only makes him fuck into you harder.

"you're so pretty, baby." jay runs one of his hands down the valley of your breasts and stops at the top of your stomach. his palm feels the warmth and smoothness of your skin, and the slight bulge from his cock entering you so deeply.

your breasts bounce each thrust, your hands holding onto jay's forearms for support. his cock is filling you up and hitting deep inside of you which you never thought could happen. you feel your walls pulse at the expression of pleasure that covers jay's face.

"i'm a good girl, right?" you ask, eyes almost closing from the pleasure. the need to hear his praise and to see his own satisfaction makes you question.

"you're my good girl," jay thrusts in once and so hard your body jerks up the bed, "so good for me," he thrusts hard again, "would do anything to please me, wouldn't you?" jay thrusts hard once more, his hands gripping your waist roughly.

"yes, jay, any-anything ffor you," you stutter out to him, his pace picking up speed again. jay brings his thumb back down to your clit, rubbing hard circles on it.

you can feel the heat in your stomach start to build up then. it's growing quickly, and jay's grunts and praises are helping you reach it. his cock is clouding your brain, and it's all you can think about as he continues to pound into you.

"f-fuck, y/n i-," jay pants, dropping down onto his elbows, so his body is pressed right up against you, "might cum."

your hands wrap around his shoulders, bringing him in closer, so his face is in your neck, "please cum, jay, i wanna feel you cum so bad, wanna hear you."

more praises fall out of jay's mouth as he cums in the condom, his cock still deep inside of you. jay tries to prolong his high, wanting to stay inside of you for as long as possible. the condom keeps his cum from leaking out, and it makes jay wish he could see it drip down his thighs and mix with his juices.

"fuck, I'm sorry." jay mumbles into your neck, not wanting to look at you. your hands run up and down his back, soothing him after his high. though only he came, both of your chests are heaving heavily at the same pace. your hearts are beating together as you lay chest to chest.

"It's okay, don't worry; I'm glad you came." you chuckle, too out of breath to say more.

jay presses kisses along the bruises on your neck he gave, successfully making you giggle from the ticklish feeling. he mumbles apologies against your neck after every kiss. when he's done with your neck, he pulls his head up to look at you; your pink cheeks, the minimal amount of sweat on your hairline, and the leftover lust still in your eyes make his heart swoon. jay presses his lips to yours, and the kiss is a lot sweeter than all of the kisses before.

"It's okay, jay."

"It's not," jay presses a final quick kiss to your lips before he pulls out of you, your hole gaping from his cock inside you. he feels himself almost drool at the sight. he peels off the condom and throws it into the bin by his bed. "you just felt so good, baby, i didn't know i was cumming until it was too late."

"It's really okay, jay," you reassure him repeatedly.

"It's not," jay wraps his hands around the undersides of your thighs, "but i'll make it okay." he suddenly flips you over so you're on your stomach and knees, your ass perched up from where he holds onto your thighs. jay grabs one of his pillows and puts it underneath your stomach, so it's more comfortable for you, which you appreciate. his fingers start to rub up and down your wet core, "I'll make you feel good, baby."

jay doesn't let you respond before he puts his whole body into eating you out. he's properly burying his face into your core, his spit mixing with your juices significantly. his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, holding you against him. both of you can feel the mess he's already making, his chin drenched and his nose is buried inside of you. his tongue is circling around your clit, taking breaks to lightly nibble on your pretty clit.

you're a moaning mess already, your drool and tears drenching his pillow. your chest is trying to rise and fall quickly but is being prevented by your stomach being pushed against his bed.

jay knows that he's good at making a girl cum with his tongue. of course, he doesn't go around bragging about it like sunghoon does, but he lets it affect his ego, even just a little bit. he likes making girls cum with his mouth, how they taste and how his lips are swollen by the end. though, no one has ever tasted as good as you.

jay smacks your ass when you let out a moan of his name, wanting you to be louder for him in his empty house. "taste so sweet, baby, can't get enough." he speaks into your core, the vibrations of his voice only adding to your pleasure.

jay licks over your folds, sucking them into his mouth quickly before slicking his tongue around your hole. your hips raise off the mattress when he sucks your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste of you. he smacks your ass again, a cry leaving your mouth. his hands are holding your hips now, "stop moving around; wanna make you feel good."

it's hard to do as he says since he's already making you feel so good. you bury your face into his pillow, trying to get yourself to stay still so he can properly eat you out and not have to deal with your hips rising and falling every five seconds.

"f-fuck, jay," you cry out, your hand reaching back to hold onto his hair, "i'm gonna cum.;

"That's right, baby, be a good girl and cum for me," jay starts to suck your clit further into his mouth, his nose digging into your whole. his hands grip tightly onto your waist and ass, massaging the spot where he's slapped. "cum all over my face."

you wish you could see jay's face as you came over it, your body tensing up as your high finally reaches you. your eyes squeeze shut, letting it completely wash over your body and mind. you can hear jay's moaning into your core as you cry out his name.

jay only slows down as he waits for you to regain control of your body and breathing. the sensitivity you're feeling makes you gently push him away, which makes him groan since he knows he could go for hours with his face in between your legs.

jay smacks your ass one final time as he sits back on his bed, both of your chests heaving. he watches you turn around and look at him, keeping your legs closed so he can't see how messy he's made your thighs. you're sure that it's just as messy as his face. you climb over to him and press your lips to his feverishly, wanting to taste yourself off his lips.

you're both still naked as you start to make out again. it's a more innocent make-out session than the previous one. jay's rubbing your sides gently, and your thumb is massaging his cheek.

you pull away after some time, jay taking the chance to plant another kiss on your cheek before you get too far. it's then that you notice how hard his cock is again.

"Don't worry about it," jay's quick to speak, noticing what you are looking at.

"why not?" you tilt your head with a pout, "wanna make you feel good."

"you've already made me feel good, you're gonna be too tired to go home."

you roll your eyes with a smile, "i wanna make you feel good, jay." you straddle his lap before he can refuse again. his hard cock is sprung up in the middle of you two, and you let a glob of spit fall from your lips down onto the tip of his dick, which he hisses from.

"-fuck," jay whispers when your hands wrap around his cock. his cock is so hard and thick, and your dainty fingers look weak against it.

"you feel so good inside of me jay," it's your turn to praise him, resting your forehead against his, your eyes locked on your hand, starting to pump his cock. "you're so big and thick."

"feels so good already," jay nods his head, eyes glancing to meet yours for a second.

"yeah?" you ask in a teasing tone. their eyes meet again and jay feels heat spread through his body.

"yeah, wanna come again, please," he almost begs you, and you wonder if he's ever begged for another girl before.

you begin to stroke his cock faster, your thumb rubbing against its slit every time your head gets to the top. your touch sends jay into a frenzy, unable to control anything he's feeling or saying.

you spit into your palm next, rubbing it over his tip before stroking up and down his length again. "wish i could fit you inside my mouth," you whisper out to him, mesmerized by his cock.

"shit," jay rolls his eyes to the back of his head, the image of his cock in your mouth, poking your cheek outwards creates a coil in his lower stomach.

you laugh against his neck, "you'd like that? seeing how much i could fit of you in my mouth? choking on it as i try to take you deeper?"

"holy shit, y/n, what the f-" jay gasps, his toes curling as his high hits him. Then, your words, scent, hands and your aftertaste on his tongue become too much for him. his head is cloudy as he cums all over himself and your hand. "such a good girl."

jay quickly pushes your hand off of him as you keep stroking him fast, overstimulating him. he can't take it since he's already cum two times. It makes his stomach clench before your hand is gone.

jay leans back on his hand, trying to catch his breath as he watches you lick his cum off your hand, moaning at the taste of it. your eyes close from his pure taste, wishing you could taste more of it.

"you taste so good, too."

"fuck, y/n. don't say shit like that; I'll get hard again."

you laugh and shove his shoulder, pecking his cheek before you get up to get your clothes back on. jay's stomach starts to heat up again, but it isn't from pleasure this time. there's a sinking feeling in his gut as he watches you get dressed again, and he doesn't like it. you're fixing your shirt over your shoulders in his mirror when you look back at him, fully clothed now.

jay opens his mouth to speak but,

"jay?" he hears his mother call for him from downstairs.

"fuck," he says instead, his wide eyes meet your own as you toss him his clothes quickly. he scrambles to get dressed as you grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder.

you smile at him when he's finally dressed, and he follows you out of his room and downstairs, where he forces a smile when you greet his parents. the fake smile remains on his face as he watches his parents' faces contort into a pleasant shock as they recognize your familiar face in their home.

the forced smile remains until you're leaving his house a few minutes later after catching up with his parents after not seeing them for so long. its almost plastered permanently on his face when you wave at him goodbye, telling him that you'll see him tomorrow at school, and thanking him for helping you study.

the smile only leaves when he closes the front door again, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. he thinks guilt washes over him for a second, but he pushes the feeling away and focuses more on the fact that he's still extremely behind in biology instead.

jay just wishes he got the chance or even courage to ask you out before his parents came home and just call the whole bet he's made with his friends off.

jay finds his friends quickly on Monday afternoon since they are in the same spot they always are on Monday afternoons.

he sits himself down in the middle of his best friends on the bleachers' bench, wrapping his arms around their shoulders to bring them closer, "well, guys," sunghoon and jake peel their eyes away from the cheerleaders practicing to jay, "you now can say that i am officially in the lead with our bet,"

"What?" jake and sunghoon pull away from jay simultaneously, ignoring jay's laughter that echoes through the field through the cheerleaders' music.

"you slept with y/n?" jake asks; jay nods in response with an amused expression.

"When?" sunghoon asks him a question now.

"Yesterday," jay shrugs, "at my house."

"Jesus christ," jake runs a hand through his hair at the news.

"was it good?" sunghoon asks jay.

jay scoffs, "of course it was; it's y/n."

"well yeah, but like, what did you guys do?"

jay shoves sunghoon, "I'm not telling you guys the details; all you have to know is that I'm in the lead, and I've officially started our bet."

"well, how do we know if what you're saying isn't a lie?" jake raises an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Because," jay gleams as he digs into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out your red underwear and looping it on his finger, "she left these at my house."

"holy shit," jake covers his mouth in shock, glancing between his two friends and the red underwear in the middle of them. "no way."

"yes, way," jay nods, tucking them back into his pocket, "and if you still don't believe me, how about you go look at her neck?"

"bro, you've really done it, christ." jake shakes his head in astonishment.

"i told you, I'm in the lead."

sunghoon remains quiet as he watches his friends, his throat dry since jay pulled out your underwear. he felt his heart pick up its pace but didn't let it show. his jaw's been locked in place since jay sat between them and told them what he's done.

to be honest, sunghoon's pissed that jay's in the lead, but he knows it won't be the same for much longer since he's going to make you a complete mess.

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Unexpected Pt.2

firstly, i’m so sorry about disappearing from here and hopefully i can be back🥺

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: falling for your best friend is a bad idea, everyone knows that but what if it’s too late?

genre: again, a bit of everything

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The ceremony started and everyone was seated, you may purposefully sat away from Ruben but that’s not important. Your mind was going crazy with thoughts, you weren’t even together so why were you affected about them? Everything was going well for the wedding and you were trying to help with everything keeping Elena close to you all the time, you were afraid if she ever left you had to greet Ruben and Angela.

“Hey Y/N, can you check the stereo in the garden and make sure the sound quality is ok?” the bride’s mom asked you and you happily obliged seeing this as a way out to clear your mind.

You walked into the garden which was decorated with white and pink flowers and had a big dance floor in the middle for the after party. It was looking over the lake and it was beautiful, you even forgot about the task in hand and walked over to the edge looking at the view when a voice startled you.

“It looks amazing.”

Ruben.

“Yeah, yeah it does.” you said without even turning to him. You didn’t know how to face him now.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked. Ruben was always very direct and this was one of his better qualities most of the time but not tonight.

“No of course not. I’ve just been busy.” you lied but both of you knew it wasn’t true.

“You know you can’t lie to me.” he came closer and stood with hands on the railing next to you. You didn’t even know what to say but he continued.

“So I guess I owe you an explanation.”

You turned to him for the first time and wished you hadn’t, being this close and looking at his eyes were making you emotional and it was utterly embarrassing.

“When I went away with the team, Angela was there with her friends and she asked to have dinner so I went.” he took a deep breath like he was out of it. “And then she told me she still loved me and asked me for another chance and I- I don’t know I guess it felt good to hear her say those things so it kinda happened. And I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I actually wanted to but she came to Manchester with me and I’ve only been back for two days and I didn’t want to say this on the phone” he ended his word vomit.

“It’s okay Rubes, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I’m happy for you.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were happy that he was happy. You loved Ruben with all your heart and being his best friend for years means you knew he wouldn’t do anything to upset you specifically, you were just collateral damage. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the slightest hint of nausea and hurt you felt but that should pass quickly, right?

“No I have to because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A little too late, you thought.

“You didn’t hurt me Ruben, we’re just best friends and you know I like Angela. Anyway, I should get back inside they’re waiting for me.” you put on a hopefully believable smile and walked away before he could say anything.

He knew this wasn’t best to bring Angela here without telling you they were back together but she didn’t give him the chance and he was being a little coward if you really think about it but the thing that stung him the most was you didn’t even look at him for more than 4 seconds or hugged him after being away for a month and it was all his fault.

For the rest of the night you successfully avoided them and devoted yourself to your friend and her happy day. It’d be selfish to not celebrate with her because of your own reasons. As you were dancing around your eyes fell onto Angela, she was standing there alone with her phone in her hand and she looked rather uncomfortable. You knew you should at least say something. Your relationship should go back to how it was, both with her and Ruben asap.

“Hey Angela.” you smiled and made your way and she looked up and smiled to you.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while.”

You hugged her.

“Yeah, I heard you are back together.”

“Yess, it was certainly unexpected but I’m happy that he reached out.” she beamed and your smile faded a little.

“Did you say he reached out?”

“Yeah, I was also over there and he saw my story and sent me a text asking me to come over to his hotel and tbh I thought he was just giving me a bootycall but turns out he wasn’t.” she happily answered and your mind went blank. Ruben lied to you, even after everything he couldn’t even be honest.

“Do you know where he is, I’ve been trying to find him for a picture for the bride and the groom.” you said as nonchalantly as possible and she pointed to the building saying he was using the restroom.

You thanked her absentmindedly and made your way inside. It was one thing for him to get back with her and you could accept it but lying to you… Why would he do that? You found him just exiting the building making his way into the party.

“Oh hey Y/N” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes but you couldn’t care less.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah sure, do you want to sit here?” he pointed the chairs behind you and you nodded.

“Ruben I’m only going to ask you once, why did you lie to me?”

“What?” he said with confusion

“Why did you lie to me and said Angela reached out to you first? Do you really think it matters? You weren’t over her, okay no problem. Why didn’t you tell me that and created a whole story about her texting you and asking you for dinner?”

After you finished speaking Ruben stood there silently for a while and you couldn’t really wrap your head around his lie.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?” you could see he was getting frustrated but it wasn’t your fault.

“Tell me why you thought you needed to lie Ruben?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Do you think I’m in love with you or something?” you said without even thinking. Your newly found feelings for him will forever be a secret anyway.

He looked up at you for the first time and you could see he’s sad.

“I’m sorry did I offend you saying I’m not in love with you?” you were getting heated. “Because Ruben, if I was, it wouldn’t matter who initiated it.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” he said and looked at you with puppy eyes, those eyes could make you melt a few days ago but today all you felt was heartbreak and anger.

“I think it’s best if we kept our distance for a while.” You tried getting up to leave but he quickly held your wrist making you sit down again. When he made contact with you, you felt all the control leave your body and you hated yourself for it.

“No. I don’t want that.” he was firm with his answer. “I won’t allow that.”

“Well it’s not your choice at this point.” you pointed out and he knew you were right but couldn’t accept it.

“No, I can’t let you walk away from me.”

His eyes were like fire, you knew Ruben could never hurt you but his demeanor change was drastic. You felt yourself desperate under his intense gaze and started considering how can you cope with this situation but suddenly you grew a backbone realizing this is his doing and he needed to face the consequences just like you were facing consequences for falling for your best friend.

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you I don’t think I can be in your life right now, you can’t have your cake and eat it Ruben. I’m done.” you said and firmly stood up leaving him there to tell your friends you were heading home because of a headache which wasn’t completely a lie.

You had to put Ruben and everything that reminded you of him in your past, at least for a while.

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[jinuaei]

Different Route

Heyyyy remember that idea I had for self aware Resident Evil 4? I made a small fic/drabble for it but got hyperfixated on hazbin hotel so it wasted as a WIP until I started to miss Leon and now here it is!!! I forgot how this was supposed to go so like the last 10% might be shit

I miss my babies so much 🥹

Warning: VERRYYYY small yandere behaviour

This is insane, everything is too crazy!

Ashley grips the lantern closer to her, the heat of it warming her up despite the shivers running through her body due to the cold marble floor she was  laying on. Tear streaks can be seen as she laments how awful everything has been. She still can't believe what has happened to her the past couple days, god, even what transpired an hour ago felt like a nightmare she desperately tries to wake up from. They were so close to escaping the castle, or at least she thought so.

After Leon successfully put together the heads of the chimera statue, gold bars, akin to jail cells, suddenly sprung up from the floor, surprising both her and Leon. Realizing that he's stuck, Leon tries to find a way out before rapid footsteps are heard from below the staircase. He then quickly commands Ashley to run, which she promptly follows by stumbling into the unexplored room behind her. While in there she proceeded to complete a puzzle that can help Leon escape the cell, encountering multiple scary moving armours on the way. Luckily, the blue lantern she found earlier helped her immensely, although she did lose it after trying to grab the key inside the strange mausoleum. The armours swinging its swords down almost made her pass out.

Once Ashley arrived at the elevated platform just above Leon, she was able to grab a key that could free Leon from his holding cell. However, before she could come back down to where he is, someone grabbed her from behind. Immediately struggling against the cultists grip, a sharp pain in her head stopped her from further movement. The pain was so immense that she could feel herself start to pass out, darkness started to creep in her vision as her ears rang loudly against Leon's screams of…pain? Her head lulls to where Leon is and she sees him drop to his knees and clutch his head, gripping his hair in pain. She tried to shout for him but she couldn't even produce a sound, she was only able to mouth a small 'Leon…' in the process. Just as she was going to lose consciousness, she heard two voices echo against her skull, loud and clear amidst the ringing in her ear.

"NOT HER…NOT YET," the first voice growls, masculine and very very familiar.

"Not her… Not again," the second one begs, soft and comforting, she almost cried hearing such a melodic voice. Perhaps this was an angel sent to bring her soul to heaven? Nonetheless, the pain was too much to bear and she passed out at the same time as Leon.

Given how Ashley has been the target of Los Illuminados, she would think she would wake up tied up in a pole, being forced to become one of the monsters that has been hunting her. Instead, she felt the cold floor pressed to her skin, waking her up from her unwanted sleep. Sitting up, she notices a warmth coming from right next to her.

On her side was the lantern, glowing brighter than she remembered, it flickered momentarily as her hands hover to grab it. Something tells her to keep this lantern very close to her, and she does. Orbs start to surround her, covering her with warmth, caressing her skin with the blue glow emitting from it.

Sobs come out from her mouth when the sudden feeling of love and affection rolls over her, it might be just from her starting to go crazy, but she doesn't care. This lantern is the only thing that made her feel safe with everything that happened. Sure, Leon has been there protecting her, but she admits that he's a bit weird muttering to himself about how ‘They came back’ or how he’ll ‘make sure that They won't leave him anymore, not again’. But that doesn't matter anymore, not when Leon needs help, not when she has the lantern with her. 

Ashley clutches the lantern tight against her tear streaked form, determination filling her as the thought of Leon needing her help filled her mind. She knows she needs to help Leon and even though it's scary, the blue light has given her enough confidence to proceed. Something tells her that nothing bad will happen to her when she's holding the lantern.

“Leon… wait for me, I'll save you!”

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #yandere leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere x reader #Ashley graham x reader #yandere leon kennedy x reader #Self aware resident evil

[im-robins-bitch]

But, she’s a cheerleader (Robin Buckley x fem! cheerleader! reader)

Or, you’re the next head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school, you could spend your summer doing anything but for some reason you keep coming and flirting with Robin. You can’t be into her...can you? (1k)

Robin's crush starts when you walk into scoops ahoy and know her name. 

When you come in without the usual gaggle of cheerleaders and jocks you hang out with, she almost doesn't recognise you. You’re smiling at her and it’s then that she realises you don’t smile often because if you did she would have been crushing on you sooner. In fact, the only time she ever recalls seeing you smile is the fake one you plaster on during your cheer routines. 

You’re explaining that you recognise her from band and that she “plays the trumpet right?” 

Her mind whirls a million miles an hour because you, the next head cheerleader and most sought-after girl in the school noticed her. She feels like a giant loser because that means you’ve seen her in her stupid hat and ugly uniform. 

But you’re awkwardly miming playing the trumpet with one hand, the other busy holding an ice cream with an obnoxious number of toppings (Steve had given you it for a kiss on the cheek).

Your miming is so dorky and endearing, a complete contrast to your icy queen bee persona. It makes her stomach swirl with little butterflies, beating their wings over and over. 

You’re leaving all too soon for Robin and Steve, both daydreaming dating scenarios about you and continue to for the rest of their joint shift.

The next time you come in you’re complimenting her lipstick, leaning over the counter and getting in real close because “I swear I used to have this one, but maybe not it looks nicer on you”

The time after that you’re telling her you love her rings and start playing with them, twisting them up and down her fingers, asking her where she got each one and humming at her explanations. 

Every time Robin stumbles over a word or stutters over a sentence you lean in real close and you ask her to repeat it, close enough that she feels your breath against her cheek. 

She tries, unsuccessfully, not to overthink it all. You constantly flirt with Steve, kissing his cheek every time he hands over a free cone. She saw you flirt with the jocks at school. It’s just how you are she reasons, because in what world could you be flirting with her and mean it?

She debates it every night before going to bed, thinking about your fake cheer smiles and the rare genuine ones she gets to cherish. 

The quirk of your lips when you want to smile but won’t let yourself. 

The soft smile you give her every time she compliments you back.

The grin when you giggle after successfully flustering her. 

Every smile you gift her feels like a treasure she wants to lock away. 

Then she thinks about your short cheer skirts and her baggy slacks, your tight crop tops and her collared skirts. You just don’t match. 

The next day at work you come in and this time the whole cheer squad is with you. You linger at the back of the crowd, as she stutters through an exchange with Heather she can’t help but notice your furrowed brows. 

You don’t get ice cream, you don’t even greet her and you're the first out the door, leaving as Robins's hand brushes against Heather's as she hands back her change, dropping it over the counter in the process. 

She doesn’t see you again for an entire week and when she does it's clear you had been avoiding her. Your mood is sour when you come into the store, ringing the bell over and over. “Steve!” You yell in frustration, eyes widening in surprise when Robin darts out of the back instead. 

She tells you she’s covering for Steve, stuttering a little because she forgot how pretty you were. You don’t ask her to repeat herself like you always do, and you don’t compliment her new ring, the ring she definitely didn’t pick because she thought you would like it. 

You only order plain vanilla, not even asking for toppings. The whole interaction is over too quickly and clouded with tension. She isn’t sure what happened, what she had done to make you go so cold.

Shes at a party when she finds out. 

You’re stoned in the back yard and Robin is a little tipsy. She didn’t mean to find you, she goes to leave but you grip her wrist. 

“Do you like Heather more than me?” 

“What?” Robin sits up from the chair she had fallen into. “I, of course not-”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” 

“No, I mean yes, she is, like obviously, she’s pretty, but i mean-”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” 

Robin’s breath catches in her throat. You take it as a bad sign, eyes going glassy and she fumbles to hold your hand. She isn’t sure what makes her do it but she kisses your knuckles and then brushes them softly with her thumb. “I don’t think you’re pretty-” The whimper you let out makes her heart shatter, but she has to tell you the truth, “ I think you’re beautiful”

Your bottom lip wobbles and a couple of tears spill down your cheeks. Robin wishes she could wipe them away, but she knows there is a limit to how close two, even intoxicated, girls can get without raising suspicions. 

“Really?”

Robin nods her head enthusiastically and you take a big steadying breath. “Would you, would you like to hang out sometime maybe?”

“Like….like a…”

“Like a date” You confirm, once glassy eyes now filled with determination. 

Robin nods until she goes dizzy. For once no matter how hard she tries no words will come out. She’ll never forget the smile you gave her. It wasn’t the quirk of a lip let slip, it wasn’t a small soft smile and it wasn’t the fake cheer smile you wore until your cheeks hurt. 

It was a real, genuine smile and it was aimed at her. 

Robin had been sad summer was ending, but now she couldn’t wait for autumn to come so she could spend it falling in love with you. 

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#i have so many more cheerleader x robin thoughts if u wanna see more pls lmk #they're just so cute #also l have a 9k wip of cheerleader reader x steve if anyone wants that #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x fem reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley x cheerleader reader #robin buckley fanficiton #robin buckley fanfic

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 7: Cœur

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 2k a/n: bet you weren't expecting a twofer, huh next

When you were back in your office, Marco was already there, perched on your desk as usual. You assumed he saw you leave with your father and made a beeline for the room to wait for you. He knew you’d want to talk to him. He looked at you with a raise of his eyebrows. You shook your head.

“I’m still unsure. He mostly just came to ask if I wanted to come back to the family?”

“But why?”

You shook your head. “Said he’s gonna start looking for a successor but…he already told me that he was some time ago. Maybe he forgot? It was a few years ago.” You tapped your chin. “Though, doing a task like that, it’s unlikely he just forgot.”

“Maybe he’s not having luck finding someone and thought he’d try you one more time?” Marco suggested, leaning back on his hands. He watched as you plopped into your desk chair. “I suppose.” You shook your head.

“The timing is just weird, I guess. Puts me on edge.” You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Nothing about this meeting was sitting right with you. It was all too specifically timed to you.

“I’m saying. We almost got C-” Your head snapped in Marco’s direction as his own eyes widened. He clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Almost got who to do what?” You narrowed your eyes at Marco. “I fucking knew you were up to something! You and Law!” 

Marco put his hands up. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh. “Got me. We were trying to set the two of you up. Apparently, he’s got quite the crush on you. Always asks about you when Law gets home.” 

Your ears suddenly felt like they were ablaze. You folded your arms and sighed. “Well, I’m sure that’s no more.” You shook your head. “I suppose it’s better that he found out now instead of me explaining things later.” You still couldn’t believe this happened in the manner that it did. 

“However, knowing you, you probably would’ve spilled everything if he had successfully asked you out.” You nodded. He was right. If Corazon succeeded, you’d tell him everything. With him being who he was and you being who you were, you weren’t going to start a relationship off with secrets.

“It’s no matter now. I’m sure we won’t see him again. Fate had her fun. Now things can go back to normal.”

Marco just looked at you, narrowing his eyes at you. “So quick to dismiss.” He shook his head, folding his arms across his chest.

You stared at him with a confused expression. “There’s literally no coming back from this, Marco. It’s over. Done for. We’re from opposite families.”

“You both left.”

“But it’s going to be natural distrust.” 

“Do you not trust him?”

You paused for a moment. “Well, naturally.”

“You hesitated.”

“You threw me off.”

“Uh huh.”

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms and pouting slightly. “Whatever.” You weren’t even sure what you were talking about anymore. What you did know was that you were getting a headache. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“Got a bad feeling though.” Both of you spoke at the same time. You opened your eyes, locking eyes with him. “Awesome. Great. You know what that means.”

Marco chuckled, nodding. “Shit’s about to get wiiiild.” Whenever you both had the feeling and ended up syncing up, it was always a recipe for disaster. You fell into a fit of laughter with your best friend. Honestly, everything was such a fucking shit fest right now, all you could do was laugh. 

You could only imagine what was going to happen.

--

The rest of the day went by rather smoothly - a little too smoothly. You didn’t like it; Marco didn’t like it either. You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, only it never did. No surprises, nothing too crazy, a smooth, uneventful afternoon. 

Which was weird for a hospital to begin with so you knew something was wrong. At least something was going to happen to really just throw a wrench into things. Marco was on edge too. Nothing was more stressful than easy days because there was always a catch. You two never had it easy.

But, the day was fine. Nothing happened and next thing you knew, it was time to go home. Everyone showed up for their shifts on time, so you didn’t even need to stay late. It was…unsettling.

You stuck around an extra hour or so just to make sure nothing bad happened, but time came and went. So, you decided to finally leave. Marco had left a couple hours ago, letting things just be. He tried to get you to leave too only to fail in that endeavor. Just in case, you kept telling yourself.

On your way to your car, you thought about the day’s events once more. It was all just…weird. You couldn’t get over your father’s entire visit. It just didn’t feel right. It was off. He was off. Could it be because he saw Corazon? You wouldn’t be surprised if that threw him into a loop.

You were about to open your car door when you suddenly felt something behind you. Something hard pressed against the back of your head and it didn’t take a genius to know what it was. You didn’t feel fear. It was something that you’ve unfortunately experienced before.

“Don’t move.” You didn’t. Not with a gun pressed to your head. And you already knew who was at the other end of it.

“Corazon.” Your voice was flat, but you sighed softly. 

“You know, most people would be terrified to have a gun pointed to their head. Guess you really are that bastard’s child then, huh?” You made a face as he called your father a name. You really didn’t want to deal with this but you also had no choice. What if someone saw him? You were still in the hospital parking lot!

You moved quickly, turning around. You grabbed his hand with the weapon, twisting it towards the ground in an angle that made him loosen his grip. In moments, the weapon was in your hand, the magazine taken out and the chamber unloaded. You looked at him. “Are you fucking serious right now? The fucking parking lot? Are you insane?” You shoved the pieces of gun into the pocket of his jacket.

Corazon cradled his arm, just staring at you. “What the hell are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who just does that without a second thought? I’ve never seen anyone so easily disarm and render a weapon useless like that. It looked as easy as breathing to you.” The man was absolutely dumbfounded. He looked impressed but he also looked like he was trying not to be for the sake of the argument.

“Cause it is.”

He just stared at you like you grew a third head before he finally stood back up. He easily towered over you and you could tell he was trying to use that to his advantage. You looked up at him, folding your arms. You didn’t give two shits how tall he was. “So, what’s the meaning of-”

“What’s your angle?” He narrowed his eyes at you, gaze intense. 

“I don’t-” You shook your head as you spoke, only to be interrupted.

“Bullshit.”

The way he was looking at you and the dominant way he spoke made your heart race. And not with fear. Jesus fuck what was wrong with you? Now was not the time for that.

“You knew who I was the whole time, didn’t you? Played me like a fiddle.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I-” He clenched his jaw, the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

You just looked at him for a moment, trying to gather your own thoughts. Also giving him a moment to say what he needed to. After he was quiet, you spoke up. “Rosinante.” He seemed to tense as you called him that. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“It is true. I did know who you were. But, I assumed, like me, you weren’t in that scene anymore.”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit either. I clearly saw your father earlier. You’re still in the scene.” You paused, pursing your lips together. He was right on that one. You licked your teeth in thought.

“Okay. Here’s everything…” You told him. You told him just about everything. Who you were in association to your father. How you took on the Newgate last name to stay incognito. The hospital. Both sides. You told him about how you helped people from all families but you also helped people escape that kind of lifestyle. You told him all of it. When in doubt, tell the truth.

Except the whole saving Law thing. You were still keeping that one a secret. You didn’t feel like it was time to reveal that quite yet.

Corazon was silent as you spoke, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. He let you talk at him but something told you it wasn’t going to matter anyway. You were currently talking to a brick wall, but you couldn’t stop rambling.

“So, you mean to tell me that you’re neutral in all this? That you just help out all the families with no drawbacks? I’m having a hard time believing that one, chief.” He rolled his eyes at you and, for some reason, that made your blood boil.

“You know what, Rosinante?” His eyebrows raised and he looked at you. “If I really wanted to kill you for whatever reason - or kill Law - don’t you think I would have already done that? I’m a fucking doctor. I’m trusted by just about everyone in this city. I can make just about anyone fucking disappear and I have. I know you’re out of the scene. You have been out. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bring up any bad memories. I wanted you to feel comfortable at my hospital just like everyone else.”

He started to look slightly guilty which wasn’t even what you were going for - you were just frustrated by everything. You were starting to bubble over. This day just wouldn’t fucking end.

“The lifestyle is terrible and toxic. I didn’t want to be a part of it and it was obvious you didn’t want to either, so I didn’t say anything. And if it’s a fucking crime to want to make my hospital a safe space, then arrest me.” 

He just looked at you for a long time before he shook his head. “I don’t even know if I can trust all that. You could be covering your ass.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You were trying to keep your own temper in check but you were struggling with that. You opened your eyes, looking at him. “Believe what you fucking want, Rosinante. I know my truth.” You didn’t have to prove anything to him. Why waste your time when it was clear he already made up his mind?

You turned, opening your car door. “Now, if you don’t mind. I’m going home.” With that, you climbed in your car and took off without even glancing back at him.

Well, you supposed the other shoe finally dropped.

#i literally just write marco like my brother acts and its so funny to me #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinante x reader #rosinante x reader #rosinante corazon #corazon #corazon x reader #rosinante #am fics #sc

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 29

So what happens after AOTD?

The best part about AOTD is the potential of what can happen next! And one of the parts I was looking forward the most was how the band would deal with what happened to Toki, so I took the chance to write a little about it today. And yes, it's Skwistok, lol.

Side note: This drabble takes place in the same timeline than all of these drabbles, yes (not that you need to read them for this one, though, just a fun fact!)

Drop.

Toki heard it the first time.

Drop, drop.

And the second time.

Drop…drop, drop.

And the third time too. 

Drop.

He heard them all, he just didn’t know how to react. Skwisgaar had come by earlier and sat next to him, making no noise besides the fretting of his guitar, when suddenly tears started pouring down his face. 

Toki could see him with the corner of his eye. He could see Skwisgaar wiping his face only for more tears to be shed. Silent sniffles and heavy swallows, Toki wasn’t sure if Skwisgaar wanted his crying to be acknowledged or not, so he pretended not to notice still.

He had an idea what might have been causing it, though.

After they defeated Salacia and successfully prevented the end of the world, things had been slowly going back to normal. Cities were being rebuilt, survivors were reuniting, governments were slowly reestablishing. Little by little, Earth was healing from its tragedy. 

For Dethklok, however, things were a bit different as they were starting to recover memories they had no recollection of losing in the first place. And for Toki, well, it meant reliving his capture, his kidnapping. It was relieving what someone he thought of as a friend did to him. The countless hours he spent clinging to Abigail, not ready to die yet. The never-ending days he waited for Dethklok to come to him, only to fall asleep amidst dreams of their first meeting.

In all honesty, it hadn’t been as shocking as it should’ve. Maybe because of his childhood, or maybe because things hadn’t been entirely normal after he was back with his brothers. He kept having confusing, unsettling nightmares about being locked, about a dark scary figure, about feeling on the verge of death. So when he started recovering his memories, it was like the missing pieces in a puzzle finally fell in place. 

As strange as it might sound, Toki found comfort in understanding what had happened, even if the truth was horrifying. All this time he had thought those nightmares were presages from the future, but turns out they were reminders of the past. That, he could deal with. 

He was just…numb to it. Yeah, that was probably it. Not angry or sad, or even relieved. Just numb to it all.

Just that. 

“Ams sorries…” Skwisgaar said. 

Toki turned to him. “Whats?”

Skwisgaar’s face was soaking wet, yet he still managed to barely show emotion. “Ams sorries.”

“What ams you sorries for?” Toki was confused. 

“I forgots everything.” Skwisgaar shook his head lightly. “I didn’ts…undersktand why you were so touchies and I was a dildos abouts it.”

“Oh.” Toki smiled and turned to look at the wall. “Don’t worries about it. I didn’ts really understands either. It ams okay.”

“And we should ‘aves…” He trailed off. “…dones somethingks…earliers…”

“It ams okay.” Toki repeated it, still staring at the wall. “You saveds me and ams glad you dids.”

“We were dildos about it.” Skwisgaar grumbled to himself. “Dildos. I was scareds-”

“Skwisgaar, it really ams-”

“I was scareds I’ds never sees you again.” Skwisgaar let out softly and Toki turned to stare at him, agape. However, Skwisgaar avoided his gaze when he continued. “I was so scareds I droggeds myselves all de times not to thinks abouts it.” His lip quivered. “De idea of losings you…” Skwisgaar closed his eyes, his voice breaking the next time he talked. “I couldn’ts takes it.”

Toki had known Skwisgaar for a long time. He was more aware than anyone else at how bad Skwisgaar was talking about his feelings. Often, he had gotten the short end of the stick because of it. Because of that, he knew it had cost him a lot to say all of that. “Does you want to know whats I thoughts abouts whens I was deres?”

Skwisgaar raised his eyes slowly, like he was scared to meet Toki’s. “Ja…” He whispered.

Toki smiled, already fond of the memory. “I thoughts of my auditions…playings with yous…whens you saids you wanteds me in da bands…” He looked down, almost ashamed. “I thoughts of everyones, of course, but I thoughts of you mosts, Skwisgaar…of us…it gaves me de strenghts to keep goings…” He shook his head. “Soes embarrassings, I know...” 

Because Skwisgaar wasn’t saying anything, he glanced at him. Skwisgaar was looking at him, with something in his eyes that Toki hadn’t seen before.

“Skwisgaar?”

Wordlessly, Skwisgaar grabbed the sides of Toki’s face and meshed their lips together. It lasted for barely a second before Skwisgaar pulled back, seemingly disconcerted by his own reaction. “S-Sorries, Toke, I…”

Toki shook his head. He didn’t want Skwisgaar to apologize over that, but he also wasn’t ready to process it yet. Not right now. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Skwisgaar’s, who for once, didn’t try to put space between. Trying to collect himself, he inhaled deeply. 

“I really ams–”

“Stops.” Toki said without opening his eyes. “Don’ts says anythings.”

He heard Skwisgaar swallow. “Okays.”

Toki smirked. “And holds me.”

Awkwardly, Skwisgaar placed his hands on Toki’s waist. “L-Likes dis?”

“Yeah.” They remained like that for a while. He could hear Skwisgaar’s labored breathing, it was a little funny. What was he so worked out about? “Skwisgaar?”

“J-Ja?” 

“Don’t lets me go.”

“I won’ts!” Skwisgaar said a bit too enthusiastically. “I won’ts…” He repeated, more sober.

Toki smiled. He had a long road ahead and he knew it. And it wasn’t going to be easy. When had his life ever been easy? But he had a feeling, it all would be okay in the end.

“Goods.”

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwistok #it wasnt meant to be strictly skwistok but wooops #¯_(ツ)_/¯ #shit happens #my writing #no beta we die like men etc

[glitchylikeslego]

Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 12)

AO3 STORY

Chapter 12 : Teleport

Teleport, if used by a wild Pokemon, allows it to successfully run away from battle. If used by a Pokemon in your own party, the Pokemon will switch out with another, and will fail if the teleporting Pokemon is the only battling Pokemon left.

Your eye twitched as you walked into the street market in search of something Sandy sent you to get. 

Curse you and your bad luck. 

And now you somehow ended up following Pigsy and Tang through the marketplace. You had stumbled into the two ( curse you back luck!) and after you let it slip that you’ve never been to the market before, the two kindly decided to show you around. 

And it was at this point that your feeling of dread from your sleepover came back full force as you realised you were becoming less of a background character and more like a supporting character. 

Wonderful.

You spent most of the time zoning out, because by this point, Pigsy was just dragging you and Tang around analysing carrots in excruciating detail. 

You spent the next while like that until you came across a very broken down stall. 

Spider Queen. 

You sneakily manage to dip back into the crowd, neither of them noticing that you had disappeared. 

You left the marketplace with the things you had gotten, but your list wasn’t done. 

Saving Pigsy and Tang is more important!

 

 

 

“Sandy! Guys!” You barged into the Sea-Crate base, something Sandy had shown you just in case something bad happened. 

The three all yelled in shock, seeing you so frazzled. Sandy walks over to you worriedly. “Woah, are you okay?”

“This isn’t about me! Pigsy and Tang are in danger!”

“I knew it!” MK shouted as Mei pulled up the camera footage to replay it. 

It showed Pigsy and Tang talking with and following after the Spider Queen, then them falling into the trap she made, then the screens went static. 

“Uh, Spider Demon!? Come on. No. Ew, yuck, I hate spiders! Hate, hate, hate! With their eyes and feet and furry butts!” MK whined fearfully. 

Ah, you forgot about his arachnophobia…

You sigh. “What do we do now?”

“Only one thing to do! It’s time for Operation Rescue!” Mei declared in determination.

“Operation: Rescue Pigsy and Tang from the nightmare hole!” You laughed before trying to follow after the group, but Mei stopped you.

“Nope! Sorry bestie, but you’ve been too stressed out! So leave this mission to us!” She said.

You pouted, but relented. The only person who knew about your weirdo powers was Sandy, and no one else.

You stayed back, watching as Sandy’s water friendly adventure boat drove off. Now that you thought about it… you’re actually rather thankful you aren't there if Mei really drives it through the city.

But you still wanted to help! Kind of…

You didn’t know why, but you guessed that the HeroicTendencies™ of this world is finally getting to you. Crossing your arms and pouting, you go to sit down, only to just fall butt first onto the floor.

But not butt first onto the metal floor of the sea crate base…

You fall butt first onto stone, and you open your eyes to find yourself surrounded by jagged stones and large webs.

Spider Queen’s base…

HOW THE FU–!

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[miss-hyoko]

Hello there! :) I'd like to order a Rivals to Lovers/Crush with Jamil please, you can serve it however you like to~

"Here's the food you ordered, dear customer. Albeit a little delayed, I hope you'll still enjoy this [How Could This Happen?!] gado-gado."

How Could This Happen?!

Character(s): Jamil

Summary: You and Jamil are rivals, but then he realized his feelings for you

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, rivals to crush trope, and a little crack (according to what my sister said)

Note: I was supposed to post this two days ago, but then I accidentally fell asleep and completely forgot about it until my sister reminded me this morning 👁️👄👁️

From the first time he met you, Jamil knew he wouldn't get along well with you. You and him… are too different. In many senses. Your opinions often conflict with his, whether it's about lessons or other small things. You're the only person besides Kalim who can make Jamil's blood boil effortlessly. In order not to get high blood pressure, Jamil constantly tries to minimize his contact with you. But somehow, he didn't know how, he will always get involved with you in the end. How annoying!

Jamil always tries to be an ordinary student with average grades. But then you came into his life, provoked him, and the next thing Jamil knows, he's accidentally gotten himself a perfect score. Upset that you ruined his plans to become a normal student, Jamil automatically looks at you with a piercing gaze. Being stared at like that, you immediately think that Jamil gets a lower score than you. So, with a cheeky smile, you proudly showed your score to him, not noticing the way Jamil rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

At this point, almost everyone in NRC knows that the relationship between the two of you is not good, even though you both are often seen together. But miraculously, you two always end up in the same group together. Arguments between the two of you were inevitable, but over time you two are also slowly starting to understand each other more deeply. Your relationship didn't improve right away, but at least it was better than before.

Jamil was the first to notice that something was a little different from your daily interactions. Sure, you two still frequently argue over trivial matters, but Jamil realizes that lately he's been giving in to you more often just to see you smile with joy. And every time you, intentionally or not, do something stupid that gets you in trouble, Jamil will secretly help you solve it and then give you a harsh scold.

Once he realizes that he has feelings for you, the poor guy will be in complete denial. Jamil's trying so hard to convince himself that he's, in fact, not the least bit interested in you. And as if to prove it, he starts avoiding you as if you were a plague to be avoided. But instead his of diminished, his feelings for you just increased the more he tried to distance himself from you. After some time, Jamil finally accepts the fact that he has truly fallen in love with you, his rival.

After successfully managing his feelings, Jamil didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly thought of something important. Do you also like him the way he likes you? Jamil himself is aware that you two didn't have a good start, so he knows you don't have a good impression of him. But now, Jamil will try to improve his relationship with you little by little.

Ancient people once said that the quickest way to capture someone's heart is to catch their stomach first. Coincidentally, Jamil is an excellent cook. Using the excuse of 'accidentally making too much', Jamil occasionally gives you the food he makes. Not only that, if he notices you're having trouble with a lesson, he will help you study it under the pretext of 'it's not fair to compete with a stupid person'. All in all, Jamil is the type of person who says so little, yet lots of action. He won't immediately tell you about his feelings; preferring to slowly make his way into your heart, just like what you did to him.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #gado-gado #🍽️_ordered #👀_anonymous

[ldhluvr]

☆ drunk on you — james x reader

info: gn!reader. can be interpreted as friends to lovers, but there isn't any real trope involved, so you can imagine whatever relationship you want. there's no actual alcohol in here, but firewhisky is mentioned (idk if i needed to bring that up.) also i use parentheses like four times which may be annoying idk.

“i love you.”

your voice rings in james’s ears for hours after your confession. as he walks from class to class, people call out his name, worried about how disoriented he looks. he walks like he’s drunk, and in a way he is – he’s drunk on you. (the second he thinks that, he sees a mental image of you slapping him for how cringy that thought was.)

he looks so drunk that when he enters his potions class (the one where you conveniently sit next to him), slughorn pulls him aside, asking him if he’s had any firewhisky. james simply responds with a dopey smile, and slughorn, unable to detect or smell anything unusual, lets him go back to his seat.

unlike james’s lovestruck self, you remain in your seat, silent and cold. while your words have been playing nonstop in james’s head, he’s never voiced his thoughts on your confession with you. 

“did you drink before coming here?” you ask with a grimace. you realize you tend to be rather mean when you’re hurt.

his smile widens once you speak to him, but he seems to recognize what you’ve asked and “sobers up.”

“what? oh, uh, no. why would i drink before class?” james starts smiling again and moves closer to you. you bite your lip to hide your reaction to his proximity, but james catches it, and his eyes train on your mouth.

“wh-what are you doing? you’re acting like you’re drunk. can you please just open your textbook?” you forget your bashfulness and become exasperated at the way he’s acting.

he seems to remember where he is and cracks open the potion book to the potion you’re meant to make: draught of the living dead.

as you both work on the potion, there are many moments where you catch james unashamedly staring at you. he’s also touching you more than usual, and throughout the process of the potion’s creation, there have been at least two times when you both are close enough to kiss.

you successfully brew the potion, and slughorn brings everyone’s attention to your well-made potion (which brings a scowl to snape’s face, making you quite proud of yourself). after class, james follows behind you like a little puppy.

you drag him to a more secluded part of the floor, and when you stop and look at him, there’s a smirk on his face. “wanted to get me alone, huh?”

“can you not do this?” you plead. james frowns and looks confused. “can you not lead me on? i mean, i told you that i love you and you didn’t say anything, you just walked off, and now you’re being all weird and clingy and whatnot and if you’re doing this to screw with me, you’re much worse than i thought.”

realization hits james like a semi-truck. “oh my god, [y/n], i’m so sorry. i completely forgot to respond, i was just so— so happy when you told me that i forgot to respond and skipped away or whatever. i love you, i really do. been in love with you since third year.” his hand reaches to cup your cheeks and you feel yourself melt at his touch. his thumb rubs your cheek, and he chuckles as he feels them heat up. “god, i’ve been waiting to call you my partner for ages now.”

“you haven’t asked me to be your partner yet, james.”

“oh, right.” he gets down on one knee, and you feel extremely embarrassed even though no one else is remotely near you two. “[y/n] [y/l/n] will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my partner? and go on dates with me and shit?” he holds his hands in front of him as if he’s holding a ring.

you laugh and roll your eyes. you grab the hands he’s holding out to lift him up. he gets up with a groan and laughs too. as he stretches, he looks down at you with a big grin. you cup his cheeks and pull him down to finally bring his lips to yours.

#marauders #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #james potter x reader #james potter blurb #james potter imagine #james potter #james potter so babygirl #i wrote this in 15 mins at 2:35 am so if it sucks idk #marauders x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter fanfiction #the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfic

[vampsquerade]

Could you do one where ghost finds a male reader smoking and asks for one then they just talk for a bit?

yes omg i would love to write this for you. i’m gonna make it really angsty but i swear it’s gonna have a good ending! it’s also pretty out of character for the way he is but i feel like this just would’ve been a nice moment

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Ghost x Male!Reader: A Smoke Together, Just For Tonight

Trigger Warnings: angst, comfort/hurt, smoking (tobacco), emotional distress, comforting, out of character Ghost (emotionally), slight depressed humor

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the energy in the room after hearing Hasan needed to be let go, you silently make your way out and a bit of ways away from the safehouse. The only thing you brought along with you was your knife, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. “I should probably stop doing this shit so young…” you mumble before promptly sticking the cigarette in your mouth. You cover the end with one hand, using the other to flick your light to ignite it. Taking in a brief inhale of the smoke, you close the top of your lighter and put it in your pocket. You then exhale and spit on the ground, feeling a bit more relaxed now that something’s distracting you.

Looking at the scenery surrounding the safehouse, you sigh. It was such a nice night; there was a gentle breeze, the sky was clear, and the stars shone brightly. You knew what you were signing up for when you joined the 141, but you just hoped things would slow down at least a little bit. Guard completely down, you slump your shoulders and lean against the tree you were standing next to. You take another slow drag of your cigarette, taking it out from between your lips to spit once again. Upon exhaling, you hear the snap of something to your left and swiftly take out your knife in defense while still holding your cigarette. Heart rate slightly accelerated due to the panic and stress of getting your guard back up, you’re slightly annoyed once you see it was Simon that interrupted your smoke break.

“Don’t you know better than to sneak up on a guy that’s got an extensive military background?” you ask, putting your knife back in your pocket. “Don’t reckon I see someone with that title other than myself right now. Can I have a cig and smoke out here with you?” Simon asks, mask brought up to the bridge of his nose. Quirking a brow, you just nod and take your pack of cigarettes out again. Accompanied with it was your lighter, and as you were taking the cigarette out of the box, Simon spoke up.

“Put it between my lips as well, yeah? I’ll cover it so it doesn’t go out.”

Becoming slightly flustered at this request, you did as you were told. Simon covered your lighter at the cigarette end and you successfully lit it. You watch as he takes his first drag, removing the cigarette to exhale the smoke and spitting on the ground. “Bloody hell…I quite honestly forgot how terrible these are.” he joked. Chuckling softly, you just shake your head and put your lighter away. You take another drag of your cigarette, holding it in your mouth for a bit before exhaling some O’s. “How’d you do that?” Simon asks, watching you. “It’s easy, just gotta do this motion with your mouth,” you say then proceed to make the motions with your own.

Simon looks amazed and tries it out himself, only to slightly choke on the smoke. He begins coughing, and you could’ve sworn some laughs were mixed in there as you pat his back. “Holy fuck, don’t choke yourself doing it. Guess I forgot to leave that one out.” you joke as you help him recuperate. “Sorry. I- hah…thought a master of that would’ve at least warned about it…” Simon sneers. You find yourself choking on your own cigarette, the both of you erupting in laughter between dry coughs. “I reckon I haven’t had this much fun in quite a long time. I thought I was somehow immune to it after what I went through.” Simon said breathlessly. Your smile and laughter slowly faded, lips slightly agape as you stared at him in silence. “Anything I should know about so I don’t make a mistake over it and get my fucking ass kicked?” you ask.

Simon’s face grows somber as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. “You can tell me, you know…” you say. “Just don’t end up like me by the time you’re my age. There’ll be a lot of shit you’ll feel sorry about yourself for.” he says, exhaling. You put a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve become the strongest you could ever be. You defend the lives of people who are unable to protect themselves. We all lose a lot in our lives, it’s normal; but that definitely isn’t an excuse to not care for yourself because it’s what you lacked.” you say. Simon chuckles, taking another drag. “Since when did you become the 141’s therapist, eh?” he jokes bitterly as he exhales. “Since I decided I wanted to fix myself and everyone. Don’t leave yourself out of what you deserve.” you say.

He spits out some of the built up tobacco in his mouth before rubbing his eyes. “I reckon you've got a point, I’ll admit. It’s just difficult.” he says softly. “I know, but we all care about you here. We’re a family and we do not leave each other behind.” you reassure. “Y/N?” Simon asks. “Yes, Simon?” you reciprocate. “Promise you’re not lying to me. I’ll kick your teeth in, corporal.” he jokes darkly. Laughing softly, you punch his shoulder before bringing him in for a side embrace. “Aw, well I appreciate you too, lieutenant. But I promise, I’ll never abandon or leave your side.” you reassure. “Good. Thanks for at least being the semblance of a new family for me.” Simon thanks. “No problem.” you say.

The two of you then stay outside for a while longer, eventually smoking your entire cigarettes and putting them out. You spend a bit more time stargazing, enjoying each other’s company after such a moment of vulnerability. “Quite a nice night, eh? Feels fresh and clear.” you chime. “I suppose you’re right. You like to stargaze a lot?” Simon asks. “From time to time. I just like to appreciate the scenery whenever I can.” you say Simon nods, looking down at you. You look back at him, staring into his eyes. “You’re a good man, Y/N. Don’t change that.” he compliments. You smile and give him a nod and a wink, “I don’t plan on it, Simon.” you say confidently. Simon gives you a nod, bringing his mask back down over his face. The air feels much lighter now, and you could tell that that small period of gloom has effectively passed now.

You were now close to Simon “Ghost” Riley, the most intimidating person you’ve ever met.

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[lookismaddict]

hi again 🤪 so far, we have knowledge that gun, goo, johan, samuel, & jake can drive a car. we got ryuhei and jay for motorcycles. eli for... bicycle lmaooo

MY QUESTION IS!! who would make the best & worst uber drivers? 🤔 who gets the ★★★★★

OK, THIS TIME. I SWEAR, I MANAGED TO HIT THE “Save as draft” BUTTON. 💀 IF THIS GETS DELETED AGAIN, I WILL LITERALLY SMACK MYSELF. 😤🥲 (Also I’m sorry Jann, this is such a late reply. I hope you’ve been doing well. And ty for the ask!! 😭💕)

Gun Park: ★★☆☆☆

Gun would successfully drive people to their destinations sometimes. But if he gets a text from Crystal or Chairman Choi while he’s out, he has no choice but to literally pull over to the side of the road and tell that customer to immediately get out.

Anon. Review: This driver made me get off on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, when I’m basically tired and just got out from a party that my co-workers held! When I told him, “Why do I have to get off from here?! I don’t even know where we are!” All he said to me was, “Pity. Not my problem. Step out now, or I’ll drag you out.” He was OUTRAGEOUS!!! 🤬

Goo Kim: ★☆☆☆☆ (Worst)

Goo is a fun driver to be with, until… he accidentally crashes into a car in front of him. He usually talks a lot while driving his customers, but gets distracted most of the time while driving. However, he’ll dismiss the damages as if it’s nothing.

Anon. Review: This guy… Whew, let me tell you. One time, this driver picked me up from my house since I called an Uber to drop me off at a karaoke place to meet up with a friend. When I left my house, I saw that he was parked in between two cars on the side of my street. One in front, and one behind him. When I got inside his car, he greeted himself and he asked me to confirm my destination to the karaoke place. He then started talking about his experiences in karaoke. It was quite an… interesting topic. I wasn’t sure if I heard him right, but I think he mentioned something about having to beat up people…? Couldn’t entirely remember. But while he was trying to get out from in between the two cars, he looked behind me to talk. I noticed that the car was still moving forward since he forgot to hit the brakes, and I did say, “SIR, THE CAR IS STILL MOVING!!!” Next thing you know it, he accidentally hit the back of my neighbor’s car. All he said after that was, “It’s fine! It’s not a big deal!” Well it is for me, you b******. I had to pay for the repercussions because you wouldn’t. AND WHO OVERCHARGES THEIR OWN CUSTOMERS WHEN IT’S THEIR FAULT WHO SMASHED INTO ANOTHER CAR’S REAR??? 😭

Johan Seong: ★★★☆☆

Johan is a nice driver. He makes sure passengers are all buckled up and ready to go, but his driving can be scary at times since he usually drives really fast while on the road.

Anon. Review: Johan is so considerate towards his passengers right when you enter his car. Even though he’s a young driver, he made sure safety is key before hitting the road. But when he started driving… the kid was a menace. While he was driving me to work, HE BEAT THREE STOP LIGHTS IN ONE GO!!! I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DIE!!! Despite the speeding, I made it right on the dot thanks to him. That’s why, in my opinion, he deserves 3 stars. (If you see this kid, thanks for getting me to work on time. But please drive more safely next time.)

Samuel Seo: ★★★★☆

Samuel is a gentleman when it comes to being an Uber driver. He is a responsible man who gets the job done. His service is excellent, down to the last objective. But when it comes to driving, he has a flaw with patience.

Anon. Review: Oh my, this handsome man was such a good driver! Samuel picked me up from the airport and he managed to drive me to the right hotel. While driving out of the airport, however, he can be a little impatient. We were stuck in a line full of cars, just to leave the pick-up/drop-off area in about 45 minutes. Every few minutes, he would roll down the window and yell at other drivers to move whenever he saw that there’s room. The road-rage was a bit scary, but he was kinda hot while doing it ngl… 😳 But he was still very polite, since he apologized for his pushy behavior. Once we got out of the airport’s vicinity, he was very careful. He followed the rules of the road and he was very helpful when we arrived at the hotel. This man assisted me by unloading my luggage bags from the trunk too! He’s so nice. AHHHHH I wish I get this hunk again to drive me to other places!!!

Jake Kim: ★★★★★ (Best)

Jake as a driver is like the life of a party. Not only is he a polite and charming driver, but he also offers good additional service. This includes giving out free water to his customers and asking what type of music they’d be interested in listening to while he drives.

Anon. Review: Oh my god, I love this guy! He’s the coolest driver who I’ve ever encountered. Right when I hopped into his car, he was so sweet! He asked how was my day, and made sure I was comfortable in his car. Afterwards, he asked if it was too hot or too cold in the backseat, and what type of music do I want to listen to. I had a VERY interesting chat with him, that is mainly focused on the topic of his butt. That was…fun. He’s even good at driving! I’ve never felt so relaxed while speaking to an Uber driver AND while riding in an Uber car before. When he dropped me off at the right destination, he gave me a refreshment before I left. Even if it’s just a bottle of water, he really made my day. His kindness towards me amazed me, and that’s why Jake deserves 5 stars from me!

Again, I’m sorry this was really late! I decided to create these reviews because I just imagined different kinds of people who’d meet these guys if they’d ordered an Uber. I can’t help but write these silly reviews. LMAAOOO And thank you for resending the question because of my dumbass mistake. 😅 I hope you have a good rest of your day!! 😊💗

#TYYYY JANN FOR THE ASK 💝 #lookism #lookismaddict #lookismaddictq&a #lookism webtoon #gun park #goo kim #johan seong #samuel seo #jake kim