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allwaswell16 · 3 months

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This is a fic rec of One Direction marking fics where a character is marked in some way by another character (drawing, tattoos, bites, etc) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🖊️ got the sunshine on my shoulders by @hattalove

(E, 124k, drawing) five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

🖊️ 2012 'Verse (series) by @ashavahishta

(E, 102k, marking) Louis would be embarrassed by how his voice goes all low and husky, but it’s no secret between the two of them that he likes to leave marks.

🖊️ Until I Found You by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(E, 45k, love bites) What happens when the opportunity that Louis has been waiting for finally comes, but at the price of having to share the stage with one Harry Styles?

🖊️ through walls of trees by @ineverateakiwi

(T, 41k, bond mark) Elesdon is a country divided into five kingdoms and had long been considered peaceful. After a coup in the heart of the country, Lady Sulia ascended to the throne and imprisoned the four courts, stripping them of their powers. With the exception of King Louis Tomlinson, who submitted to her favors.

🖊️ little wings on my shoes by @juliusschmidt

(M, 39k, love bites) The American High School AU in which no one is cool (except Niall) and Harry wears a rainbow bracelet.

🖊️ some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 25k, magical tattoos) Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

🖊️ It's Been Ages by @2tiedships2

(NR, 13k, love bites) “We need to talk,” Niall said as he plopped down on Louis’ bed. “It’s you and Harry. You like him, he likes you, it’s a match made in heaven and you will one day be mates."

🖊️ where your lips land by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

(E, 12k, drawing & tattoos) the Tyler Knott Gregson-inspired AU where Louis is a poet who lives in Montana and Harry is a photographer passing through.

🖊️ Just a touch of your love by @thegirlontheblackhoodie

(E, 12k, love bites) Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

🖊️ See You When I Get Home by @fournipplesau

(E, 10k, love bites) "What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier. "You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly. "Me?"

🖊️ Drawn to You by @lululawrence

(NR, 8k, soulmarks) Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see.

🖊️ don't let nobody touch it (unless that somebody's me) by stylescantstop

(E, 8k, love bites) the one where harry dances with other men and a jealous louis reminds him he's the only one who can make him come completely apart.

🖊️ You can remain unaware (if you want) by harryanthus

(NR, 7k, soulmarks) the au where soul marks get coloured when they realise they’re in love with their soul mate and Harry has a coloured soul mark, Louis doesn’t.

🖊️ Sex Drunk Suckerpunch by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 7k, marking) Sugar Baby Louis did what any sugar baby should avoid doing but (clichely) end up doing anyways, that is, failing for his sugar mama.

🖊️ Hello Darling by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(E, 5k, love bites) A city wide blizzard warning, a power outage, and a dismal lack of tea leaves him hours away from what he expects to be one of the more pathetic Christmas mornings of his life. That is, until the new bright eyed intern scares the living crap out of him.

🖊️ Now When I Think of Love it's Redefined by Moriartied / @adidasandangelwings

(E, 3k, marking) The love story of Harry and Louis. (From the XFactor up through their first big fight.) Part 4 of Group Dynamics

🖊️ can't stop lookin' at you by runaways

(E, 2k, love bites) Harry wears little red shorts. Louis is quite fond of them.

- Rare Pairs -

🖊️ Make Your Mark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 3k, Liam/Louis) When one of Liam's classmates isn't getting the hint that he's not interested, Louis suggests they make him look unavailable.

#ficrec #1dficvillage #marking #trackinghome #trackinghappily #hltracks #hlcreators #hljournal #larry fanfiction #lilo fanfiction

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junnieverse · 8 months

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UNTIL WE'RE 80 ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: your friend was constantly swooning over her new boyfriend and you realise the honeymoon phase wasn't really in yours and sunghoon's relationship. it was nothing but constant teasing and playfulness but you both knew you would never change anything about it for the world.

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, crack, friends to lovers au

word count: 0.7k

request: [ inspired by this tiktok ] " you and hoon are with your friend who just got into a new relationship and is all like omg he’s so handsome, i love him so much. you and hoon just look at her all weird and say things like “i’d never think of him that way, look at him” cause u guys were friends before dating so it’s just ur dynamic and just being overall playful together but there are still times where you also talk about each other that way. "

warnings: not proofread, alot of teasing and name calling from reader and sunghoon

a/n: here it is anon! I didn't want to make it too long but I think this turned out so cute and pretty funny so thank you for this request angel, enjoy :)

"Oh geez dude, just the sight of you almost burnt my eyes." you tell Sunghoon who entered the room as you covered your eyes.

"Wow, I'm that handsome. My beauty blinded you." he says proudly smiling.

"More like your ugliness. Man what happened to your face." you playfully remark laughing as your friend holds in her laugh.

Ignoring your response, your boyfriend sits down next to you.

"Seriously, he is the cutest guy ever, I can't believe I get to call him my boyfriend." your friend continues to tell you about her new boyfriend.

"He should run for it while he can. I wish I did." sunghoon says side eyeing you.

"He's amazing honestly. Last time he came over, he got me a bunch of flowers with my favourite snacks and chocolate." she says sighing dreamily.

"I wish I had a boyfriend to do that for me." you playfully respond sneaking a glance at your boyfriend who pinched your thigh as you had your legs over his lap.

Your friend looked between you and Sunghoon before pouting.

"Oh c'mon, you and Sunghoon have the best relationship ever, you're both pretty much the reason I didn't like being single half of the time." she admits to which Sunghoon chuckles.

"Please, Sunghoon? He's not all that, I could do better. I mean look at him lmao."

"If anything I should get a new partner. This one is all smelly and they like clinging to me." he teases you pretending to gag.

Flinging a pillow at him, he successfully dodges it and sticks his tongue out at you.

If anyone else saw the both of you they would think you and Sunghoon were just best friends who enjoyed bantering and teasing each other but you had both actually been dating for years now.

You'd been childhood friends and that soon turned into something romantic.

Having known each other for so long, your relationship dynamic didn't change much, you still enjoyed bickering and being playful, only difference was you did the couple stuff too now, like... dates and being overly affectionate.

"Oh shut up Hoon, I'm doing you a favour by dating you, nobody wanted you. You literally look like a weird frog." you tell him as you made a look of disgust.

Your friend looked between the two of you as you bickered but despite how you were going on roasting each other, your connection was undeniable.

You could make fun of your boyfriend all you wanted but at the end of the day he still brought butterflies to your stomach with his smile alone.

"Frog? Bro you're built like the hunchback of Notre-Dame. Please look at yourself. I'm gorgeous." he retorts winking at you as he complimented himself.

"Look at you, you're a total simp, giving me those heart eyes-" you tease Sunghoon as you laughed at him and your friend joined along.

"Am not! I'm looking at you because you have a fat booger sticking out your nose loser." he defends himself before he attacks you.

Hovering over you, Sunghoon starts tickling you and he was quick to find your weak spots to make you laugh even harder.

"Stop hahaha, I-I can't take it Sunghoon." you try your best to say losing your breath.

He momentarily stops pretending to think, "Hmm... I'll stop on one condition. You give me a kiss."

"What? No way, your breath stinks like butt crack." you tease him before he starts his ruthless attack again.

"O-okay okay fine! I'm sorry, I'll do it!" you surrender and he stops.

Leaning down, you give your boyfriend a quick peck on his lips and your friend clears her throat indicating she was still there.

"Oh you both are completely whipped. I have an entire boyfriend and you still manage to make me feel single once again." she says shaking her head.

"Bros before hoes. How about I dump him and then we can have a girls night!" you suggest giving her a high five as Sunghoon scoffs.

"You know I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." he sits up ruffling your hair messing it up as you slap his hand away.

"Maybe we do have to get rid of our boyfriend's then it'll just be us. No more boys being gross around us!" your friend joins in the playfulness as Sunghoon glares at her.

"Oh you can't get rid of me, I'll be annoying you until we're 80." sunghoon says with an arm around your shoulder before kissing your cheek.

Rolling your eyes at this, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

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doiesfav · 8 months

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hii i love ur writing!! just read mr. no name, it was such a cute and funny plot i love it!!🥺 would it be possible to get a part2?

(also more importantly, hope u have a good day~<33)

*˚:✧Mr. No Name PT. 2 - Mark ||

''I wanna know your name''

Pairing: nonidol! Mark x fem! Reader

Plot: After breaking up with your long time boyfriend your friend took you to a party to get over it, you weren't feeling it but when you arrived, you met a stranger there who made your heart feel warm again.

Genre: strangers to idfk! AU, fiction, short story

Contains: smoking, fainting, wounds and ig Jaehyun is just an asshole😭

wc -> 0,8K

Requested -> ✓ || by anon

a/n: hiii! Thanks for enjoying my fic I really appreciate it a lot TT, your comment made me realise a lot of people are enjoying it as well. Although I'm not the best writer I will keep practicing to get much more better and reach your expectations, again thanks!!

for better reading experience -> PT.1

(not proof read, sorry for mistakes!)

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After he left chuckling the repeated words ''Mr. No name'' you stayed in there to think about what just happened. The blonde guy whose name was unknown to you had an aura that probably made you have a little crush. You were drooling over him until you heard some screams down in the living room.

''Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!''.

Who was fighting who? You loved those kinds of situations, well, at least not when the ones fighting were your ex and your recent crush. ''So it was fucking you Mark, I fucking knew it'' You just discovered his name Mark, but it wasn't the most important thing right now. ''And what, are you gonna beat the fuck out of me?'' he then opened his arms to him showing how much confidence he had. ''Oh yes I fucking will'' and the fight started.

Jaehyun grabbed him by the collar and punched him straight on his cheeks which made Mark fall creating more space for them to fight. He got up and pinned down the ex boyfriend and gave him back the punch he received plus another one. Jaehyun tried to stand up but fell on his knees while Mark got thrown away by his strong hands. All of this was happening in front of you, you could have stopped the fight, yelled at them, or even called the police which wasn't a very clever thing to do since some of the guests were still minors. But you decided to just watch them fight until he noticed you.

''What? Gonna just stand there and watch while we fight our asses off?'' Those words made Mark notice your presence and when you two made eye contact he looked away trying to prevent it, ''You know Jaehyun, you are such a loser'' you said while sipping a glass of cocktail you randomly grabbed from the kitchen. ''I'm a what? Be so for real right now bitch'' He slowly got up and went straight to you, you didn't try to flinch as it would show your weakness. ''Hey don't come near her'' It was Mark's voice which made Jaehyun even more frustrated than he already was. ''Shut the fuck up blondie, I thought you were better than this'' He then turned his head towards you again and used his hands to cup your cheeks but your eyes showed no signs of fear.

Then a hand grabbed one side of your ex's shoulders and when he turned around, he received another punch that made him fall straight away to the ground. ''Fuck, I said do not touch her'' To be honest, when his hands disappeared from your cheeks your nervousness also did. Jaehyun after that punch didn't react and was left on the dirty ground, people started to worry and some even checked if he was still breathing. ''He's still breathing guys, probably just knocked out by his punch'' someone said out loudly. Jaehyun's friends then rushed to carry him away and everyone kept doing their things, it was now you and Mark between people who didn't care about your relationship. ''Great punch'' you said after giggling, ''Thanks, actually that wasn't my most powerful one'' You bursted out laughing after those words he said. ''Don't laugh, it's a fact'' ''yes I believe you''.

You two went outside to take a break from the foggy and crowded ambient inside, ''don't mind if I smoke right?'' you said as your urges to take a cig were getting bigger, ''yea sure''. You then lighted up your cig and Mark just put his hands in his pockets, the smoke you just expelled went in the direction of the wind, which was also where Mark was. He coughed after accidentally exhaling a bit of it, ''Oh gosh, sorry let's change our positions'' And before you could move your body a hand grabbed your wrist, ''no it's okay, stay where you were I'm f-'' he then continued coughing not as hard as the first time though. You had no option but to throw the cigarette away, ''it was fine, you could just have ke-'' you had to shut him up, ''Don't worry is just one cig, although you seem nervous'' he actually acted more nervous after. ''No, is just, I never smoke so, that doesn't mean you should leave it- It's your decision, I'm nobody to-'' Before he could continue you patted his head. ''don't be nervous, you sounded much more cooler in the bathroom''.

''So Mark right?'' He nodded, ''Yup, Mark Lee'', and your hand raised so you could shake hands ''Nice to meet you Mark'' He looked down and noticed, ''Nice to meet you too'' Both hands connected, and you could feel his recent wounds because of the fight. He could feel your soft and silky hands which he didn't wanna release because of the warmth of yours.

Heyyy, thanks for requesting a part two, I totally forgot there was gonna be one but now there is :))) Remember would appreciate any kind of notes!! love you guys <33

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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First Steps 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request/Idea: "Ella taking her first steps. she is in one way or another seeking her father & starts walking towards him" - by @aagn360 😄

Summary: Ella takes her very first steps, and Loki is there to witness this special moment in the little girl's life.

Warnings: pure fluff - and a bit of nudity?

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Have a little extra treat today! Again, thank you guys for all the love and support you're giving me! 💚

Ps. This turned out SO cute! 😍

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss

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The Baby Fever AU Masterlist

The TV was running in the background, my favourite series playing, all the while folding laundry. The pile of Ella's onesies, rompers and bips had become awfully high... So, it was more than urgent to do the laundry on this Friday evening. I had my back towards Ella, who sat in her playpen, babbling and playing along. Therefore, that she was now twelve and a half months old, we had to always keep an eye on her. She was a little discoverer, crawled through the whole apartment, pulling herself up on several pieces of furniture and other things. You simply couldn't leave her out of your sight. If Loki and I both had to do tasks, where we couldn't constantly watch her, we had to sit her in her playpen - what she mostly didn't like very much. Nevertheless, it was the safest solution. Well, that was what I thought - until today...

Like I said, I was doing the laundry and watching my series with my back towards Ella. I left her there, playing with her wooden puzzles and stuffed animals - without noticing that the zip-up flap wasn't zipped up. Ella noticed that too, of course. She was a smart girl and escaped the oh so hated playpen, without me recognising it...

Now that the little girl freed herself, she crawled through the living room and down the hallway - with only one mission on her mind. Finding her daddy.

While Ella crawled over every square inch of the apartment floor, Loki sat in the bathtub in the bathroom, with a nice glass of wine. He had his eyes closed, enjoyed the feeling of the warm water against his skin, relaxing his sore muscles. The last mission had been anything but easy… The God knew that he had left the bathroom door slightly ajar, but didn't want to get out of the comforting warmth of the bathtub to close it. So, he just left it ajar - which gave little Ella in return a chance to push the door even further open to enter the room. The soft squeak, which the door released, caused Loki to snap back into the here and now, his eyes fluttering open. He redirected his gaze to the door, but couldn't see someone standing there. "Y/N? Darling, are you-" The pitter patter of Ella's hands connecting with the tiled bathroom floor, accompanied by her sweet voice calling out for her daddy, once she had heard him speaking, announced her arrival. "Dada?!" Loki propped himself up on the edge of the tub and looked down. "Princess?" The girl's shining blues met her father's identical ones as she looked up. "Ella, what are you doing here? Mama put you in the playpen, how can you be-" He stopped mid-sentence, realisation hitting him. "You broke free, didn't you?" "Dada!" She broke out in a happy giggle. Loki just grinned. "Mischievous, princess..." Ella giggled again, before she sat on her knees and reached for him. Loki shook his head. "Daddy can't take you now, baby girl. I'm sorry." Well... Ella didn't accept a no.

She crawled further towards the bathtub, got on her knees again - and started to pull herself up on the edge. Loki chuckled, watching her. "Princess, what are you doing?" A small grunt left her lips – as if she wanted to say: What does it look like, daddy? She used the edge to make her way over to the head end of the tub, causing Loki to shake his head with an amused smile. This girl was incredible. Ella had made almost the entire way, when she suddenly let go of the tub, standing on wobbly legs. It wasn't the first time she stood on her own two feet without help – but then she suddenly moved one tiny foot in front of the other, taking her first, real step. It was utterly wobbly and unsteady - but nevertheless. She did it, leaving Loki completely shocked. Did... Did she just... take her first step? The God asked himself; his eyes widening soon after in realisation. She did! Before Ella was about to fall, she quickly reached for the edge of the tub again. "Princess! You just took your first step!" Loki almost started to cry out of sheer endless happiness and proudness. Then he leaned over the edge and reached out his hands. "Can you do it again, sweet girl? Can you come to daddy?" Ella seemed to understand her father's words and gestures and indeed tried to take another two steps. She made one step. With the second, she fell, but Loki was quick to catch her, before she could hit her head on the ceramic surface of the bathtub. "I got you, princess." He said and lifted her up above his head. "I'm so proud of you!" The God lowered her to press a sloppy kiss on her cheek, causing her to giggle. "My sweet, clever girl!" Loki repeated his actions, smooching the other rosy cheek this time. "We gotta show it mama!" He suddenly exclaimed and literally jumped out of the bathtub, still with Ella in his arms. The God was so excited, that he didn't even bother to dry himself or put on some clothes. He just ran straight away to the living room, where Y/N was still occupied with folding laundry and watching her series. "Darling! Darling!" At the excited voice of her husband, she turned to face him, immediately frowning in utter confusion. "Babe... Why is Ella with you?" Then her gaze travelled lower, quickly noticing that Loki wore nothing and stood in front of her in all his godly glory. "And why are you naked?!" She exclaimed, wide eyed. "Not that I complain, but-" Loki couldn't just listen to his wife's words any longer. He had important news to share! "Ella just took her first steps!" "- and - what?!" Y/N couldn't believe what she just had heard. "Our daughter just took the very first steps of her life!" Y/N's jaw dropped. "She did?!" "Yes!" Loki sat Ella down on the carpet. "Show mama what a big girl you are!" Ella got on her feet with her dad's help - but every attempt to walk failed, causing Y/N to pout. "I missed her first steps..." Loki snapped his fingers and magicked a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt on his body, before he sat down beside his wife, taking the little girl with him. "I am so sorry darling..." He gently laid an arm around her, pressing her against his strong body. "If it's any consolation… I missed her first word, which happened to be 'dada'... We are even now, right?" Those words caused Y/N to snort out a laugh. "Aren't we?" She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Guess we are." Loki smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, my love. I can assure you; you are going to witness a lot of other steps our girl is taking." The woman smiled softly at his words and the imagines in her head. "Yeah..."

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki x female reader #loki x y/n #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston characters #loki laufeyson x reader

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oh-austin · 2 years

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deep breaths (austin butler)

summary: in which it's austin's first time on a talk show, but you're there to calm him down before hand.

ask/request: hi love !! I was watching austin on the jf show & u can tell he was super anxious considering its his first ts. Is it okay to ask if u can u write something where the reader comforts him backstage ? hope u see this soon !!

authors note / warnings: mentions of anxiety, minor panic attacks! I've been so slack on my requests, that ive closed them- BUT this one got sent in and I felt inspired. I promise the ones that have been sent in are coming!! and you can see my 'works in progress' list here to see what is coming <3

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You were nervous that Austin was going to pass out backstage. He had been shaking since before you got in the car to come to the studio. You understood that he was going to be nervous, it was inevitable- but he hadn't had a panic attack since midway through filming Elvis, so you didn't really expect one today.

But here you were, in the green room, with a boyfriend who was borderline hyperventilating and pacing the room as he whispered to himself.

"Aus," You tried to catch his attention. The room was empty besides the two of you, James, his manager, had left to go speak to a producer, leaving the two of you alone. "Austin, come 'ere" You managed to grab his hand and stop him from pacing. His breaths quieted as you sat him down on the plush couch behind you both.

"I can't do it," He shook his head, "I can't". It was Austin's first time on a talk show, in front of a live audience. He sat in front of you in a sleek black suit, his hair beautifully styled and quaffed. He looked great, he definitely didn't look like he was feeling it.

"I promise you that you can," You laughed slightly, trying to bring him back down.

"Nope," Austin stood up from the couch before instantly sitting back down and bouncing his knee, "I think I'm gonna be sick,"

"You're okay," You turned his head towards you, "If you're sick, you're sick- but right now, you're fine. Close your eyes, okay?"

Austin let out a deep breath before closing his eyes. He leant back in the couch, but sat stiffly as you spoke to him. "What can you feel?" You asked him.

"Y/N-" Austin opened his eyes.

"Close 'em" You pointed at him, he listened. "What can you feel?" You asked him once more. Austin took a moment before responding.

"The couch," He answered.

"Good, what else?"

"Your hand on my leg," You hadn't even realised you were touching him until he pointed it out. Austin went on listing the things that he could feel: his heart beating in his chest, the suit sleeves against his arms, the socks inside of his shoes, his hair touching the back of his neck. Then you moved on to what he could hear: His breathing, your breathing, footsteps out in the hallway.

When he was finished, his breaths were softer and his knee was no longer bouncing anxiously. "I love you," You told him. Austin opened his eyes to meet yours. "Now, I know you're scared- anyone would be, but this is exciting," You smiled, "You worked so hard on this movie and people are gonna finally be able to see that, isn't that great?"

Austin nodded softly, "Yeah,"

"Yeah! That's exciting! You are so freakishly talented, and these people are here to see you because of that," You held his hand, "You're going to be great out there, I promise you,"

"I love you so much," Austin told you, "I'm sorry,"

"Don't apologise," You shook your head, "You're gonna be great, I know it; and I'm going to be watching from right here," You leant back into the couch. "And I'll be here when you get back, so I can tell you how great you were,"

Austin laughed for the first time since this morning. "I'm gonna be great," He nodded, trying his best to convince himself of your words.

"Yeah you are,"

And he was. He sat there like a natural, you could tell he was still incredibly nervous, but he spoke well and won the crowd over instantly. You watched as his hands shook when he spoke, but he was good at pulling himself back.

Austin eventually loosened up a lot, it was so great to see. Dancing with Jimmy, you knew that he was going to be fine. You were so proud and you were going to tell him as soon as he came off that stage.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fluff #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler drabble #elvis 2022 #celeste writes fics

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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Hihi, for the event can I request William × f!reader hanahaki au, maybe angst to fluff with a happy ending? Congrats on 1.7k, you deserve it 🥳

asdfghjkljhgfds the moment I read hanahaki I already heard my heart break. It's been ages Aine wrote some angst so.. *crack neck and stretches hands* here I come~

So for anyone wondering what does Hanahaki mean.. Here's Wikipedia coming to save ya:

A fictional illness in which a person bearing an unrequited love coughs up flower petals until they die or their feelings are reciprocated. The disease can also be cured by a surgical procedure that removes the flowers, but this will result in them losing their feelings of affection and all memories of the person they loved.

Characters: William Vangeance x f! reader TW: mentions of death, coughing, slight angst, vulgarities AU: Hanahaki AU, Modern world.

Your fingers weaved through the yarn and the hook, layer by layer, thread by thread. You've been sitting in your armchair under the dim lights for 3 hours now. You looked over at your side table, the lilies forming a pile now.

Time always flies when you're crotcheting, especially so if it was for a special person. Your fingers traced across the 'W' in golden thread at the end of the scarf as your lips curled into a small smile.

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You've loved William since you ever remember. He was your play mate since you were a little girl, the next door neighbour that moved in with a friendly mother.

William and you practically grew up together, you went to the same school and although he was one year older than you, both of you always waiting for each other to go to school and to go home.

He was always kind to you, holding your extra bags, holding the umbrella if it rained, asking about your day.

When William was in College and you were in your last year of high school, your schedules got a little different; William stayed in the campus most of the days so you started to see him lesser.

He was more involved in school activities and had new friends. Your dad got a job in another city and your mom frequently visited him. So most of the time, you were alone. You picked up crocheting to pass time while waiting for them to come home. Crocheting gave you a kind of peace, where your mind could be at ease and you would thinking about happy moments with William while the seconds ticked away.

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One day, William came home during the weekends and you had lunch together. That was the day your world came crashing down.

"I'm seeing someone recently, y/n" he told you with sparkles in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

You returned a forced smile, but you felt suffocated, someone or something was choking you, it was hard to breathe and you had to take a deep breath. Your heart ached as though someone was squeezing it, your teeth clenched as you winced from the pain.

You went home, threw yourself on the bed and cried. You realised how much you loved William and you thought the feelings were mutual. But the fact was that you only dated him in your mind. It was all in your mind.

You treated him as your boyfriend, but all he saw in you was a little sister. He took care of you like an older brother would, not like a lover would. You came to the realisation that you were just in denial all these while.

All those days waiting for him to reply to your texts, all those good morning and good night texts, all those weekends waiting for him to come home, was all your one sided point of view.

For days you didn't eat and sleep well. When the night came and it was time for bed, you lay there staring at the ceiling, the tears sliding down your temples.

Then the coughing started. At first you thought you were just sick from all the lack of sleep and food. You tried drinking water and sleeping.

But the cough got worst the next week. You throat was constantly itchy and it was getting hard to even swallow.

You coughed so hard one day that you felt like throwing up. When you removed your palm from your mouth, you got a shock. It was a white petal. Did it drop from the trees into your hand when you didn't realise?

Another row of cough came and there you saw it again, another petal.

You went back into your kitchen. The house seemed so cold suddenly, so empty, so lonely. You drank some warm water to make your throat feel better and went upstairs to take a nap.

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In the next week, you've been coughing out white petals constantly. You had to quickly hide it to not alarm anyone. The only person you told was your best friend Letoile. In fact, she forced it out of you because you were not yourself and looked very sick for the past 2 weeks.

You showed her the white petals you kept.

"y/n.. did you get the Hanahaki disease..?" Letoile held onto your hand, her face was alarmed, "you need to see the doctor!!"

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Letoile accompanied you home and helped you get a glass of water, while you coughed out more Lily petals.

"Are you going to tell your parents or ... William..?"

Even the sound of his name made your heart wince.

"There's no point in telling anyone Lee," you called her by her nickname, "nothing's gonna change cause.."

There was silence in the room. You didn't want to say it out loud and Letoile understood. Because William didn't love you back.

"What are you going to do, y/n.." Letoile held onto your hand, "you can't just... die.." she said the last word with a whisper.

"We'll see how it goes.."

"Do the op y/n." She persuaded you.

You thought about what the doctor said, "You can recover with operation, but that would mean that you'll never have feelings for this person again. Some people never having feelings at all again and some people forget about the person that they love. Completely."

You shook your head, "I can't just leave all our memories behind.. I had him my whole life Lee, it would mean I'll forget the most of my childhood.."

"That's better than dying, girl!"

"I'll be fine, Lee."

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It's been a month since then and now your cough have worsened to coughing out entire lilies. How they manage to come out from your throat always makes you amused.

You moved out from your home, not wanting to make your parents worry about your condition, lying to them that you'll be busy preparing for finals so you wanted a place closer to school and that you shared the place with Letoile. Poor Letoile had to help you cover for your lies.

To make ends meet to pay for the rent, and your medical bills, you sold your crochets and tutored your juniors about school work. You could only tutor them via texts or online because of your constant coughing.

You made a special request to study from home online as well, because of your poor health condition.

"y/n.. have you ever thought about what's gonna happen to your parents if you die?" Letoile visited you one day and brought some school work for you. "Are you really going to give everything up for him?"

"they'll be okay if they have each other, they're like lovebirds." you gave her a weak smile, "mom would most probably move to where dad is, instead of being burdened to stay here with me.."

"y/n.. don't say that please.." your best friend had tears in her eyes.

"Letoile, keep this secret and only let them know after I've left. Tell them I'm happy this way and never ever let William know. Pass this scarf to him for me as well."

You passed over a lavender scarf with a golden 'W' at the end that you made for him.

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Letoile ran. She ran out of your apartment and flagged a cab to Golden Dawn college. She ran until her legs were about to break. Why the fuck was this school so damn huge?

She finally caught hold of him. "William!!"

"Letoile? Is everything ok?" William looked at her apprehensively.

Letoile was trying to catch her breath, her lungs felt like it was exploding. "y/n is... dying from the Hanahaki illness." she managed to spit out.

William stood rooted to the ground for a good 1 minute staring at Letoile and digesting what she just said.

"wha-" he didn't know what to say or what to ask. "because of me??"

Letoile nodded with tears in her eyes. "I asked her to go for the operation but she didn't want to risk forgetting about you completely because... you were her whole life."

William felt like something was choking him. He couldn't breathe, his body felt numb, his brains were flashing memories of you and his heart... it shattered.

"where is she??"

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William ran. He ran like his life depended on it. He clutched the scarf in his hand. How was he so dumb? He searched frantically for the apartment that Letoile told him.

"Number 35.. 35..." he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes darted frantically for your unit. The beads of sweat rolling his temples and down his chin.

His fist banged on your door, "y/n!! It's me, Will."

When you heard that it was William, your heart leaped, you were so happy you wanted to open the door to see him immediately.

But then your fits of coughing started again. When you calmed down from your little burst of joy, you understood what was happened. Letoile must have told him. He's probably here to see you for old times sake.

Just as a brother would for his sister. But that wouldn't change anything. Seeing you in this state would just make him sad. Nothing could be changed and you wouldn't change your mind, even if he persuaded you to go for the operation.

You would rather die than to forget William Vangeance ever existed in your life. You can't even remember life without him.

"y/n, are you alright??" William's voice was more anxious now.

"I'm fine Will," you took a deep breathe as you gulped down some warm water, "go back to school, I'll be alright."

"open the door."

"No. just go Will." I don't want you to remember me like this. I don't want the last sight of me in your memory to be like this. I want you to remember the happy and smiling me.

*beep* your phone alerted you of a text message.

Will : I love you y/n l/n.

Y/n : hah. I know, as a younger sister. :)

Will: Will you please open the door so I could tell you face to face?

You coughed out more lilies.

y/n: Will, it wouldn't make a difference. If the love was reciprocated, I wouldn't be coughing flowers still. Saying it and meaning it is really different.

Will: open the door or I'll kick it down.

You knew him long enough to know he would really kick the door down. You splashed some water on your face in hopes to look a little more freshened up and opened the door.

You were grabbed into his arms and you were clutched so tightly that the air was sucked out from your lungs.

"I was stupid y/n. I'm sorry. So fucking dumb."

You were shocked on so many levels. William has never hugged you so tightly. Okay maybe he was sad that you were dying. But William never speaks vulgarities. Why was he calling himself dumb?

"I didn't want you to waste your time on someone like me. I thought you deserved someone better, someone that could protect you, not a nerd like me."

You wanted to ask what on earth was he talking about but your coughing started again and William held you tighter.

"I'm so scrawny and short. But you always waited for someone useless like me. I thought if I told you I had someone you'll find someone more suitable for you."

"Will, are you listening to yourself right now?"

"No, not really. I don't have a script I just ran miles here to tell you I love you."

"Will, you're the kindest person I've ever met. I don't like you for your appearance. You're smart and caring."

"I don't have someone else, y/n. I lied. I wasn't seeing anyone. I stayed in campus because I didn't have to see you and be selfish to keep you by my side the whole time. You deserve someone much much better than me."

"But I love you, William."

He pulled away from you and looked you in the eye, his eyes were panic stricken and red from crying. He didn't know what to say. Seeing your face after so long, it looked so pale and you lost so much weight because eating was so hard.

His heart ached. He pulled you closer and put one hand on your cheek like you were so fragile and could break any moment and he pressed his lips onto yours.

Your eyes widened in shock. Are you dreaming?

His lips were soft and damp, they gently pressed onto yours. He planted soft kisses on your lips and slowly, he nibbled on your lower lips and sucked on them gently.

You let everything go in the moment and kissed him back. You allowed yourself to just indulge in this moment, in the man you have always loved.

Your kiss turned so passionate, so gentle, so emotional, it left the both of you breathless and gasping for air.

You both pulled apart and realised that you've been kissing at your doorway. You looked around to see if there was anyone watching you, your face turning into a shade of pink.

William understood the situation and pulled you in, closing the door behind him. You both gazed into each other's eyes again and William tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

"I'm genuinely in love with you y/n. Since- I have no idea when. When I heard that you were dying from this diseases because of me, and you had been suffering for so so long, I felt like going back in time and punching myself in the face. I'm already not worthy enough for you and now I'm making you suffer. I truly don't deserve you, y/n. Why do you even love me??"

"Because you're cute, you're caring and kind, you've always put me before yourself, you're smart and.." you looked at him shyly and smiled, "you have beautiful eyes."

William could help but chuckle, it was more like a laugh of disbelief. All those good things you said about him is nothing compared to an angel like you.

"y/n, will you give me the honour of being your boyfriend? I promise to continue to be a better man for you, to be worthy of you.."

That's when you realised it.

"Will... I'm no longer coughing.."

His eyes widened, and he checked you from head to toe. You felt so light, like you've been lifted of a heavy burden, your lungs felt so clear and each breath felt like life instead of death.

William smiled, he couldn't help the tears of happiness that fell off his cheeks. He thought he was too late and that you would die because of him. Because he didn't let you know that he loved you.

But thank god. Thank god for Letoile.

He cupped your cheeks with both hands this time, and pulled you in for another kiss. And again. And again. And again.

"You haven't answered me, will you be my girlfriend, y/n?"

"Yes Will," you giggled, "do you think I could love someone else now that I've recovered?"

#william vangeance fluff #william vangeance x reader #william vangeance hcs #william black clover #black clover william #william vangeance #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines #black clover au #aine's 1700 event

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memes-saved-me · 1 year

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I have so many questions for your hunger games au oh my gosh

Did Billy and Steve have to go through what Finnick had too after the games? How did Billy get the name the tiger? What were their experiences like inside their games? Did they join career packs? Have allies? A Rue situation? What was their training score? Their skills? What was it like being reaped? Especially when Billy has a sister of reaping age? What was it like living without each other only seeing each other a few days each year except maybe through the monitored phones in the victor houses? Did they starve and suffer in their districts before their wins?

I'm so sorry if this is too many questions 😭 Im madly in love with the hunger games and what you wrote is utterly brilliant

This is literally the best ask I have ever received so buckle up for some info dumping because I planned this AU out years ago with my sister at like 2am while on holiday lmao.

Yes. Yes they did but Billy more so as for a few years after winning Steve dated a series of girls in his district to try and avoid what he had heard whispers of. Billy didn't have the advantage of information and soon found himself being transported to the Capital for whoever had requested his services.

He basically went feral in the arena and killed his way through it threw pure rage and fear. Just like a Tiger he stalked the other tributes and attacked them getting the upper hand through surprise mostly and his strength. Shock attacks but he definitely held his own a few times as well.

As said, Billy went beast mode and killed anyone he ran into until no one was left and he won. Fear and anger being a constant emotion throughout but due to his killing spree it didn't last very long since no one had the chance to hide for long before he found them. Only Max moves in with Billy as his father isn't invited and Susan stays with him. Steve, however, charmed his way into sponsors and kept to himself only killing those who attacked him first. Shame and guilt occupied his mind throughout as his family name was being dragged through the mud by the son who chose to hide rather than fight but when he was crowned that was all washed away and he went on to live in victor's village alone while his family stayed at home.

Neither of them did but Billy was approached multiple times.

Billy planned to die in the arena before he realised he could actually win and went on his rampage so no but Steve did befriend a few of the other tributes before entering the game. However, they all either died before he could find them or actively attacked him.

Nope. Lone wolves lol

Billy got somewhere between 8-9 for his strength, climbing abilities and axe work. Steve got 6-7 for his fighting abilities but didn't really impress anyone.

Billy is very good at sneaking because of his home life and he can deal with injuries due to being used to it. He is strong from being a lumberjack but doesn't care for accuracy in battle and just goes in for the swing. He can climb anything and that becomes very useful when surprise attacking other tributes. Steve is observant and good with people. Strong but more smart in fights as he doesn't have the instinctive rage like Billy. He's good with a weapon but not so much his bare hands.

Steve was reaped and he couldn't move but somehow walked up to the stage smiled at the cameras and it didn't sink in until he was on the train and he went into full on panic attack mode. Billy laughed. Of course it would be him, of course when he was almost safe.

Billy had a few of his name in there from getting extra food because of course Max couldn't but he never actually thought he would get reaped.

They definitely had a code system to get away with saying things over the phone. Like "I hope I get some good tributes this year" meaning "I cant wait to see you" or "I miss the Capitol" meaning "I miss you". Stuff like that which would sound like they love the games but in fact they only continue to mentor to see each other. It would be difficult. Especially the guilt of their happiest moments coming at the cost of dead children and Billy finds that very hard to deal with.

Steve's family had money. His parents both being quite important in the energy sector and he was expected to follow in their footsteps but didn't pass any tests or qualify for higher up positions. Billy's mother died when he was 10 and then Max and Susan moved in soon after as Neil couldn't deal with raising him alone and wanted someone to run the house while he worked in lumber making just enough to feed everyone but he still used Billy to get extra food and the day Billy turned 14 he was dragged out of school and an axe was put in his hands.

I could keep going with lore lmao but its 3am and I've ran out of questions to answer so hopefully this answers them!

#best asks ever lol

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pommetarte · 2 years

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Hiyo! Could I request a Jamil and Kalim personality swap au? Either it has always been that way, or a potion mistake (You can choose whichever on ya want ^^)

Fluff, Comedy, and maybe some Hurt/Comfort? No reader, no romance.

hii anon. ueueueu Thank you for requesting aaa, I really love your request but I'm gonna be honest you are my first ever request so I'd like to apologize if I didn't quite satisfy your request. I hope you'll enjoy this thought hehe

Jamil Viper, Kalim al Asim personality swap au

No reader, No romance

(potion mistake)

Swapping Sides

“KALIM!!!” a loud and angry voice rang out of the now smoke-filled classroom. The thick smoke rendered many students defenceless as many were unable to open their eyes; let alone grip their magical pens.

Once things had settled down a bit the culprits, a pair of Scarabia students, were causing more noise to fill the room. “I told you not to add an extra vial into the potion but No- You just had to throw it in because -and I quote-“ It’s pretty!” a white haired boy rambled onwards. “You never listen to me and look at what happened now! Nevermind our grades, the whole place is a complete mess!” He continued as other students began to recover. “Jamil, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to y’know. I couldn’t help myself!” a raven haired boy exclaimed apologetically. At this moment a horde of confused students came to watch the argument further and both students did not manage to see what was actually the effect of said potion.

“Vice-housewarden? Um- I think… I think you and Kalim switched bodies…” a small voice interrupted the ongoing argument.

An audible “HAH?!” was the only dominant sound students heard before the white haired boy slumped down towards the ground while the ravenette’s eyes widened due to the shock.

Jamil and Kalim, two different sides, now having their personalities swapped. This could go both ways-a blessing or a curse. The only thing Jamil (or now Kalim) had on his mind was how long he would have to endure the effects of the cursed potion while Kalim (now Jamil) was entertaining himself by playing with his friend’s long hair and accessories.

Thankfully Crewel-sensei was notified of the incident and is working away on a cure. The answer eased both of the Scarabian boys . Now the new problem is … surviving the day while being aided with each other’s personality. It went a little like this.

“Jamil!! Why is the kitchen on fire!” a passing student exclaimed in fear.

“Kalim, since when did you review for this test? You aced it” Trein spoke after his lecture.

“Jamil what’s got you in such a good mood lately?” Ace, his fellow basketball member, asked.

“Kalim, did something happen? You aren’t exactly happy at the moment.” Lilia inquired.

It kept going on and on until the day slowly ended. The skies grew darker and were making way for the moon to appear. Crewel told the pair to come to his class to reverse the effects. Walking through the emptying hallways Jamil turned to his friend. The boy looked ever so tired and seemed ready for a long slumber. “Jamil… Because of this accident I think I realised something. Something I didn’t see earlier. You do a lot daily. Your routines, chores, assignments, everything… You have so much on your plate everyday. I don’t think I’ve paid attention to that before. Thank you for everything you have done. I really am thankful for you”

“Hm..? I see, it really is not that big of a deal. Let’s just…Let’s just hurry up ok?”

Thus ends the day the Scarabian Housewarden and Vice-housewarden swapped personalities, a day not easily forgotten; especially by a certain raven haired student.

#twst fanfic #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst writing #ディズニーツイステッドワンダーランド #twst jamil #jamil viper #kalim al asim #twst kalim #twst kalim al asim

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kpop-with-mars · 2 years

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I Don't Cry Lee Minho x Male reader

{this fic will also be posted on AO3 if anyone would prefer to read on their}

{he's always been teasing you, not for anything specific but over time you two just started to hate eachother, but you don't even know how it started so why did he suddenly separate himself from you?,then that day when minho thought he saw the last of you...}

Genre's ↓

tags{enemies to lovers, one shot (PT 2 if requested), Angst, fluff in the end, high school AU, swearing,}

word count{1,3k+}

☢Warnings!☢

{if something in this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable please dont read and find something else, I've never written any sort of Angsty fic so this might be cringe but I'll try my best, gets intense VERY quickly, bullying?, homophobia, coming out, I don't own any gifs/images that might be used in this, and terribly sorry if the time line is weird, I also know nothing about high school due to a condition called ✨controlling parents that home school their kids✨}

Alright that's it please enjoy! <3

"Why the hell are you here?!" Minho spat, "oh what your gonna throw a fit cause were in the same class, fucking baby" Y/N and Minho have been like this for a while now, whenever they were seen in the same room the other students whould take bets to see who would win and who would storm out, the two of them used to be like platonic soul mates and then something happened that separated them.

"Not again, this is the third time this week and its only tuesday" jisung Minho and y/n's friend stated. "guys come on let's keep the peace until next week at least" Felix slightly shouted trying to keep them away from eachother

"Piss off" Minho shouted back, "don't you talk to Felix like that, he's not the one being an asshole" y/n said putting a hand on felixs shoulder in an attempt to push Felix behind him. Bang chan stood up and quickly made his way to Minho placing his hands on minho's shoulders, things were getting a bit too heated "woah there Minho its okay, just be the bigger person" bang chan tried to comfort.

But Minho just about had enough of it, pushing through bang chan he grabbed y/n and pinned him down to the desk by the collar of his shirt, "I have dealt with you for 2 fucking years and you still can't learn your lesson, i seriously thought you understand by now" "understand what, that all you do is whin-" y/n got cut off,

"THAT I NEVER NEEDED YOU, EVEN WHEN I WAS YOUR 'FRIEND'"

Silence,

just silence filled the room as minho realised what he had done, he doesn't think he meant to but did he? Its true that minho really didn't like y/n, but he did love him, so much more then he could say and do, but one day he just distanced himself from minho until he barely saw him, why? WHY!? Minho wanted to scream he never thought of losing y/n but yet he has and it felt like there was no chance to go back to the time when they were friends who would always spend any of there free time with eachother, cry inside eachothers sweaters when they were at their absolute worst while they held hands and exchanged words of comfort and love, the kind of friend minho would always look for if he was lost and would die trying to find him, but it was to late he couldn't find him, he lost him for so long he forget how sweet his voice was, how he always knew how to make minho feel like he was the most loved person in the universe.

Y/n's eyes filled with giant tears, he thought minho just didn't like him but he never knew he would go this far. Y/n gets himself out from minho's grasp and hurries out the door after giving minho one last glance that would haunt minho for what felt like years.

minho hadn't seen y/n, he would catch quick glances coming from the guys and think about how he could have prevented this,

Y/n was more then heartbroken after what minho said and the fact that he actually said that to him, it was a new thing for minho to hurt y/n even though from time to time he would get called slurs, but something about what minho said left a giant hole in him.

he was so beyond hurt,

and he still thinks Minho is acting like he didn't say anything on that day before they hated eachother, when really minho didn't know what he said that hurt y/n so bad that he tried to suppress he feelings for minho by putting a wall between himself and minho.

|2 years earlier|

It was after summer, the both of them were really excited to see eachother again even though they've been talking online and thorough text, and to welcome the students back the school decided to throw a sort of 'welcome back to hell' prom.

as y/n starts getting ready for the party he hears the sound of minho coming up the stairs, "y/n are you ready yet?, I wanna get there early so we can meet up with the guys" he whines knocking on the door, "oh my god yes already" y/n says in a laughing manner, minho opens the door to see how he looked, and he's dazed the suit y/n was wearing isn't super expensive or fancy like that, it was simple but just the little touches y/n added to it made him look almost like a god to minho, his ears start turning red as he looks at y/n and he wonders how he managed to get someone like y/n.

"come on minho-ah lets go!, Didn't you wanna get there early" he giggles as he takes minho's hand and drags him down stairs, "wait!, I have something for you two!" Y/n's mom rushes over to y/n and minho, she gives them matching corsage's in both of there favorite colors "can't be prom without matching corsage's" y/n's mom beams looking proud of y/n and minho, "thank's mom!" Y/n responds heading for the door "hold on!, I need to take a photo" y/n's dad chimes in with a Polaroid camera, minho puts his arm around y/n's shoulders y/n doing the same for minho.

The two of them wave to y/n's parents, as they get into the car minho pulls something out of his pocket "what's that?" Y/n questions, "gimme your hand" y/n puts his hand out for minho to see, he puts a ring on y/n's finger that he had got it made for him during the summer, "can you put mine on now?" Minho exclaims holding his hand out, y/n slips the ring on minho's finger the two of them looking at their rings, y/n's ring had minho's signature on it and minho's had y/n's on his "is this a marriage proposal?" "that depends do you want it to be?" The both of them laughed.

The two of them make their way to the entrance, the other 7 sitting at a table in the corner chatting when they notice y/n and minho, "aww look those two" jeongin the youngest of them points at y/n and minho holding hands wearing their matching rings and corsage's, "they look like a married couple" hyunjin adds, y/n and minho try to go to the others until minho's phone starts vibrating minho taking it out of his pocket to see who it is "hey I'll be back in a minute i gotta take this" minho says walking away from y/n,

Minho has been getting calls alot for the past few months from his parents at times when they were together, y/n followed minho to the bathroom and went in the stall next to the one he's in y/n was just curious about why his parents calling him alot lately,

"hello" minho muttered clearly upset

"you're coming home now" minho's mom shouted through the phone

"But im trying to have fun and you were the one that told me to go"

"your behavior has been so disrespectful and so rebellious lately, and im starting to think its because of him, isn't it"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"you two are getting way too close and I don't want you to start going out with y/n"

"WELL IM NOT OKAY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I WHOULD HANG OUT WITH SOMEONE LIKE HIM, I JUST NEED TO DISTANCE MYSELF FROM THAT THING, I FEEL SO DISGUSTED BY HIM SO I'LL STOP NOW"

y/n froze he didn't even come out to him yet, but he can already see minho calling him terrible things and laughing at him, y/n didn't even know who minho was anymore, could he still trust him?, Can he just forget about minho and his friends?, All of those feelings y/n hid so deep inside him that they just keep getting stronger and stronger everytime he looks at minho?.

Y/n ran out of the bathroom a crying mess, leaving minho to end the call and realize that y/n heard everything he had just said.

|End of flash back|

It's been a few months since the fight, after everyone left for school he decided to vist for y/n since he hasn't seen him in almost a year.

minho knocks on the door to y/n's, house his mom answering it "minho I haven't seen you in while is everything okay" "can I see y/n, please? its really important" minho responed, y/n's mom let him in and he went straight up to y/n's room, he knocked lightly on the door before coming in, and when he did he saw him on the floor with his head against his bed crying,

Minho couldn't handle it any more, he rushed over to y/n and collapsed next to him about to cry as well, "tell me,.. Tell everything that's hurting you, please" minho begged him holding on tightly to y/n's hands "you won't understand" "then try to make me understand," minho said looking at y/n and making eye contact,

"I'm gay"

Minho went silent in response to y/n's words and Hesitated "see I knew you wouldn't understa-" y/n was cut off once again,

but this time by minho pressing his lips on y/n's, minho pulled away there faces still close, "im bi" he responded minho's eyes still glued to his lips, y/n backed away from minho's face tears still forming in his eyes "then why did you say all of that about me?, at prom" he sobbed debating in his head if minho lied about what he said or if he really was disgusted by him and wanted to humiliate him even more,

Minho hold his face caressing y/n's cheeks "I lied about everything I said on that phone call, I didn't want my parents to throw me out just like that, I thought lying about my feelings toward you was the right to do in the moment to hide it" he quickly responded crying with the boy who him better then he knew himself, y/n embraced him tightly crying in his chest minho hugging him back, the two of them staying like that for a while calming eachother down like they did before the fall of their friendship,

"wow,i feel like shit." Said minho wiping his eyes with tissues after their little moment "you look like it, too." Y/n teased before minho lightly bumped shoulders with him

"Besides I thought strong guys like you didn't cry" he joked

"I Dont cry" minho remarked tackling y/n to the bed littering his face with kisses.

I hope you enjoyed this thanks for reading! <3

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inumakiwrites · 2 years

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hi could i get a toge x musician reader? i love your work!!

His Celebrity Crush

A/n: modern au btw

Warnings: nothing ig

Word count: ≈900

Note: thank you for requesting! It would be wonderful to see you more, i really hope this is good tho! ♥︎ sorry if it was bad - ;(

Toge really loved music, it was his way of expressing himself. He loved all of the types of music. Not to mention, you are currently one of his favourite artists. You are popular with millions of fans. He never thought he would get any chance with you. He knew that he is mute and the only thing he can do for you is just some support that would probably not show...

He tried so hard to become popular at least for your recognition. He started a YouTube channel about pranking his friends and some fun games. Little does he know that you loved those type of videos. Of course you had that type of side accounts for your personal life. You subscribed to his channel and actually spent nights watching his videos.

You loved the unique way his videos are designed, you were his number one supporter. He had like 3.6k subscribers but yet he wanted your attention. Indeed his looks got him some fans including you. You thought he looked so cute! You never realised that he's a fan of yours until he made a room tour.

He started with his desk and showed his gaming pc and then he showed his posters. You remember being in complete shock. He was actually your "celebrity" crush if you wanted to say. But when he showed a posters of your albums your stomach was filled with butterflies. Like he was actually a fan of yours?! Why did you never recognise him?

You needed to make sure to make an event for him to attend. You knew it will definitely be busy. You made a concert tour. The first thing he actually did when you announced it he checked if japan is on the list. And actually it was. As much as you were impatient you had it after a week from the tour to start.

He direct messaged you about the tour. The fact that you were as excited as him. You started rereading his message smiling like an idiot. // Hey! I just wanted to tell you how much I'm excited to meet you! You are one of my favourite artists, i really love your work and adding on that... i really like you... you are a kind and sweet person.. i love how you care about your fans and appreciate them.. see you soon ig <33 //

Just him telling you that he does like you left butterflies in your stomach. You loved him. You couldn't resist but to reply. You didn't want to be formal and reply with a lame "thx!" Even though that would make him happy. //Hello Toge (right?-), trust me! I'm much more excited to meet you all! I'm glad to hear that you think that about me... it's actually so sweet! I really appreciate your support and i love you too!! xx //

You just literally threw your phone away. Was it formal to say that?! Was it too not formal? Omg this is embarrassing for real! That's what you thought. Toge on the other hand wasn't expecting such reply quickly or even a reply. He came back to sleep as he checked his phone and he was in complete shock. Omg- i got a reply!! He thought replying back.

Both of you actually spent hours talking till you had to leave for a meeting. //i have to go toge, but I'll talk to you tomorrow! Now sleep well it's probably late xx // just the thought of talking again made him go crazy. He just didn't believe what actually happened with him. Not to mention that you are now mutuals on Instagram which made his heart beat fast.

He got feeling for you. You actually did too. You both talked about endless topics. It felt like heaven for him. You liked him even more now. You actually got really attached to him. You both nearly talked everyday, till that one day came. Toge dressed all up for it. It was the day were he was meeting you. He was quite nervous so you were too.

He entered before everyone else to the meet and greet place. You were still getting ready but you told the guards let him in. He bought you your favourite flowers with his favourite. You actually thought he looked so adorable. You were surprised to know that he's mute because he never mentioned it.

When you asked him why did he not tell you about that he started crying, he was just afraid of you hating him. But afterall you didn't. You hugged him tightly comforting him. "Shush, it's okay.. i love and accept you the way you are.." toge smiled at that sentence. Then he remembered that he got his confession on a paper.

He gave you the paper as he just shyly looked away. You actually liked him back, that wasn't a problem for you. You liked everything about him. "Oh- i love you too!" You said giving him a sudden forehead kiss smiling at him. "Let's go now for the meeting."

You both came to the crowd holding eachother's hands. He just knows for a fact that he's one lucky man to have you in his life.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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Ms Sneakers I am simply requesting more Clint/Bucky/Miss Reader content. I saw you mention a fake marriage AU in one of your tags and.... yes. Please

fair enough here u go

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"I swear to God-" Bucky grits his teeth -"if you come any closer, I will murder you in your sleep."

"Don't mind my man." Clint laughs, wrapping his arm around Bucky's waist. "He's just cranky because he didn't get his nap in."

"Glad to see husbands are the same everywhere," Camelia teases, sneaking a glance at her own spouse, the Chechen sleeper agent who just spilt ice tea down his white shirt. A clear threat to humanity.

They all chuckle and Bucky lets out something similar to a grunt.

Clint offers them a plate of freshly made hotdogs and they carry it over to the table. The scowl returns to his face the second they leave.

"You gotta sell it, James," Nat says humorously through the tiny comm in his ear.

"Yeah, James," an all-too-familiar voice quips. "You gotta sell it."

"What is my girlfriend doing there?" Bucky hisses into the comm, plastering on a fake smile for his guests when they wave at him.

"Clint said he'd need help with you. Official S.H.I.E.L.D. business." In the background, he can hear a few giggles and he just knows everyone's having too much fun with this. "Hi, by the way."

"Donno how you do it, Y/N," Clint says, flipping a hotdog. "He's been insufferable the entire fuckin' time."

"You guys joining?" Alaric calls out, gesturing to the picnic table they've got set up outside their fake home. "Taking a while there, aren't cha?"

"Just a minute!" Clint answers, adding more hotdogs to buy some more time. "Jesus Christ, Wilson, did you get the shit from their house or not?"

"Almost done, man," Sam replies from the other line. "Their safe's a real piece of work."

"Will you stop?" Bucky swats at Clint's hand that was reaching into the bag for more sausages. The grill was already full of meat, too much for the four of them to eat and the bastard just kept adding more.

"Motherfucker, that's grounds for divorce."

"Bucky, stop attacking your husband," you chide unhelpfully.

The low growl that emanates from him would be threatening if you both weren't shitheads.

"I'm gonna kill you,” he says through his teeth when Clint adds another hotdog, just because.

"Everything alright there?" Camelia asks.

"Oh, you know. Just your regular ol' banter." Clint waves his tongs around.

They all laugh and Bucky lets out a grunt again.

"Hey Clint, kiss his cheek."

Clint reaches up and Bucky takes a sharp step away.

"Nat, your fuckin' boyfriend's attacking me." He shoves a plate of finished hotdogs into his hands and pushes him along to the table. “Feral mongoose.”

"You finally made it," Alaric comments wearily, eying the both of them as they sat down, Clint uncomfortably pressed up against his fake husband.

Clint drops the new batch of hotdogs and burgers onto the picnic table before dusting his hands off.

"It's burnt, you dickhead," Bucky whispers into his ear with a smile.

"Shove them down your-" he replies right back.

"Hold his hand, Clint, he likes that."

"Y/N, we're breaking up." He wonders if you can hear him when he's basically talking without moving his mouth, like a damn ventriloquist.

"No can do, Bucko," you chortle from your end.

"Can he break up with me instead?" Clint says under his breath.

"You talkin' to yourself, Bueller?"

Clint doesn't answer his made-up name until Bucky kicks him under the table.

"Sorry, didn't realise." He avoids the question entirely. "D'you want some mustard?"

"We'd love some." Camelia smiles politely.

Clint looks around the table before back at Bucky. "You didn't get any of the other stuff? Where’s the relish?"

"I was in charge of the alcohol, you were taking care of the food-" he bites his tongue before he blesses him with another cuss word.

"Call him honey," Nat encourages.

"Honey." Bucky smiles through clenched jaws. "They're on the counter if you wanna grab 'em-"

"Well, we're gonna need it if we gotta get through these." Alaric holds up a particularly burnt piece. “Real fine cooking, Bueller.”

"What's crawled up his ass?" your voice crackles.

"My bad." Clint pulls the batch towards himself. "I thought we all liked them smokey."

"Well, I do." Camelia tries her best to diffuse the tension caused by her husband's crankiness. "This iced tea is-"

"Jeez, not too bright, this one, eh?" The agent laughs rather condescendingly.

There's an awkward silence when no one knows what to say.

"Let's calm the jets, now, Alaric." Bucky smiles forcefully. "No need to get ru-"

"Just saying." He shrugs when his wife kicks him under the table. "Just own it. Not all of us gotta be Einstein."

Clint just laughs along, clearly unaffected. He's heard worse and he's seen worse than the sweaty middle-aged man whose sunburn only accentuated his stupid fugly face.

"Hey," Bucky says a little louder, seriously instead. "He's pretty fuckin' smart. You'd know that if you let anyone else get a word in for once."

No one says anything for a whole moment.

Bucky drags Clint's hand out from under the table, lacing their fingers together and setting them right where Alaric can see them.

"Well," Camelia forces a chuckle, not having anything else to say.

"Husbands, am I right?" Clint grins.

He plants a loud, wet kiss on Bucky's cheek.

Bucky pushes down the bile.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #ari answers #harmless mini drabbles #anon

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fairyoftbz · 3 years

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lavande | l. hyunjae

🥡 pairing: crush!hyunjae x fem!reader 🥡 wc: 3.2k 🥡 genre: fluff, university au, slice of life 🥡 tw: none? i think? 🥡 synopsis: as you are talking to Chanhee, your crush appears in the lecture room, leaving you with a hammering heart. 🥡 a/n: it's already Monday again, so posting time!! i wrote this because i kinda miss uni without covid, I had such a good time back in 2019 😩 feedback is always appreciated!! <33 🥡 requested: yes, thank you! i hope it's good enough!!

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“Have you done the readings we were supposed to?” Chanhee whispered in your ear as you turned on your computer, the screen remaining black made you frown as you quickly glanced at your friend, hand deep in your backpack to find your charger.

“Wait, let me guess. With the abandoned puppy eyes you're giving me, you want me to summarise what this was about, am I right?"

“Please Y/N, I didn't have time this week, it has been so hectic! I promise I'll buy you a coffee," you waved your hand in front of your face to let him know that he didn't need to, and you leaned your arm under the table to look for a plug while summarising what you had understood to your friend.

He listened intently until his eyes looked over your head, a smirk forming on his mouth. You frowned for a split second but continued your explanation, noticing that the smile didn't want to leave Chanhee's face. You deeply sighed, trying to make your friend pay attention, but it was to no avail. He was busy looking at something else.

“Are you listening to me, or am I talking to my computer?” you asked, and your friend returned your attention to you, his puppy look made you shake your head and roll your eyes. He looked behind you one last time, and you turned around in frustration, your breath getting stuck in your throat as you discovered what was amusing Chanhee so much.

You did a double-take when you noticed the man standing at the entrance, your pulse quickening as your hands became sweaty and hot. Every student around you, including Chanhee holding your arm to hear the rest of your explanation, disappeared from your field of view. You only had eyes for the one who stole your heart without realising it.

Hyunjae pushed the lecture door open and held it out for the group following him, politely nodding at the blushing girl that thanked him. He pursed his lips and scanned the auditorium, trying to find a familiar face to sit next to. The air was stuffy and odorous, the young man cursing the caretakers for not ventilate it more often as he was almost sweating because of his outfit. His white turtleneck and pants, as well as the lavender sweater, were thick enough for him to be warm to walk from his apartment since it was still quite chilly in the morning, but he felt like he was wearing winter clothes in the middle of a heatwave when he entered this room.

“Wow,” you murmured under your breath and looked down on your phone, trying to hide your attraction for him from your friends around you, your right hand holding your head up, hiding your eyes at the same time. You heard Chanhee mockingly exhale through his nose as he noticed you munching on your bottom lip, a habit of yours he had caught a glimpse of you doing when you were stressed or embarrassed. In this current case, you were both.

Tugging on the collar of his white turtleneck, Hyunjae sighed in annoyance as he walked down the first few steps. Cursing himself for arriving so late, he sighed as the only remaining seats were in the first few rows, where he had almost 99% of the chance of getting chosen by the professor to answer a question. He dropped his bag from his shoulder onto the table as he looked at the rows again, his eyes immediately discerning the funny stickers at the back of your computer.

“It won’t hurt anyone if I just check where he is,” you thought, but it was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had because your eyes met his dark, chocolate ones, his eyebrows lifting in relief when he recognised other familiar faces in your row.

“Y/N, you’re drooling, be careful,” your friend Chanhee whispered in your ear, teasing as you looked away from Hyunjae and wiped your mouth as quickly as possible, warmth flooding your veins as you keep your finger pressed on the power button of your computer. Your best friend laughed at your antics, but you turned a blind eye to him and mentally cursed yourself for not being as wary as you thought you were.

“Idiot, how could you be discreet if you made direct eye contact with him?” You shook your head at this thought and took a deep breath, inwardly praying that he would sit far from you as you mindlessly scrolled down through your notes.

“Hyunjae, over here!” Sunwoo stood up and raised his deep voice over all the hubbub of the auditorium, pointing at the empty spot between you and Chanhee. It was reserved for Eric who was running late, but you noticed the vacant seat next to Sunwoo and whined. You swore that the rest of the row was packed when you arrived, but it looked like a spot magically freed itself when Hyunjae appeared. It was as if your friends had planned this behind your back.

“Can I sit here?” A gentle, deep voice said, and you looked up. Much to your dismay, it was Hyunjae. “Uh, s-sure,” you stumbled on your sentence as if it were your first time speaking, closing your eyes and inner face palmed yourself at the mess you had just become in a matter of seconds.

You gathered your belongings and held them against your chest as you stood up and sat next to Chanhee, giving your crush your now empty spot. Placing your bag on the floor, you turned your head to the right and stared at your friends, only to find them laughing and bickering together. Changmin was imitating your bashful answer, and Sunwoo’s smug grin painted on his face as he cheekily winked at you, everything confirming your doubts that this situation was one of their playful plans. You sighed in exasperation and typed the title of your notes on a new document as if the entire situation weren’t bothering you.

“Thanks,” Hyunjae said as he sat down, and your heart skipped a beat when you heard his gorgeous voice that caused the hairs on your arms to stand up. His smile made him ten times more attractive, and your heart seemed to struggle to cope with his beauty.

You tried your best to ignore your crush’s presence on your left as you typed down your notes at high speed, but it was harder than you thought. He was close, too close for you to function properly and pay attention to the lecture, his presence and cologne distracting you. There were times where you could feel his gaze on you when you were typing or taking a sip of water, your hands immediately tensing and jolting under the pressure of his aura.

As the lecture finally finished, you quickly packed up your stuff and zipped your backpack before putting it on your shoulders. You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to your friends as you stood in your seat and jumped on the table of the higher row behind you to escape your group. Kevin tried to hail you by calling your name, but you were quick to pace towards the exit and vanish into the mass of the crowd.

You almost reached the library, your safe area where you always sought comfort and peace when a hand gently caught your wrist, your eyes immediately drawn to the familiar lavender knitted sleeve. You breathed heavily at the warmth of the slender hand, and you turned around to face none other than your crush.

“Gosh, you were walking so fast,” he chuckled as he finally got you, his hold still wrapped around your wrist blasting electricity through your veins. The contact felt pleasant, yet it felt so wrong to be this close to him. “I wanted to ask you something before the lecture ended, but you disappeared,” Hyunjae smiled as his cheeks became the prettiest shade of pink you had ever seen. You shyly smiled, muttering a soft apology, and you frowned, not letting him time to say another word.

He opened his mouth to say something when you drew him behind one of the colossal pillars holding up the second floor as you saw Chanhee’s bleached hair peeking out from an opened auditorium door, spying on you two. Hyunjae looked confused but let you drag him anyway.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You tried to look unbothered, but your fidgeting hands betrayed you, making your crush smile. “Hum yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me today?” he asked, looking straight into your eyes, a big, bashful smile decorating his face. "I know a good café not too far from college, so I was wondering if-” “S-sure, why not?” you blurted out, and you heard muffled laughs coming from behind Hyunjae.

You both peeked out and noticed your friends piled up on top of each other, trying to listen to the conversation you were having with your crush. You sighed and shook your head in annoyance, tired of the lack of privacy your love life was experiencing every day because of them, Eric laughing even louder for getting caught eavesdropping like that.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you felt a breath near your ear, making your heart skip a few beats in a row.

“Let’s go before they follow us, okay?” you glanced at Hyunjae, and he looked at you with something in his eyes that made your chest tighten, making the process of breathing troublesome. He grinned at your state and innocently grabbed your clammy hand as you two sped off towards the exit and ran past your friends into the mob.

As you slowed down in the streets, trying to look as civil as possible, you readjusted your backpack strap and caught your breath while laughing, Hyunjae smiling as brightly as you did. He found your laugh so pretty and light-hearted, he felt internally lucky to be part of the reason for it. You went down to the end of the street, still walking close to him, and he paused in front of a takeaway place. Holding the door for you, you shyly thanked him and entered the restaurant, the smell of Chinese food making your stomach grumble in hunger.

“Choose whatever you want, it’s on me,” you turned around and immediately backed up a bit, startled by the proximity of you two. Hyunjae only smiled, and you turned your attention back to the food. “Really?” you asked, and he snickered at your shocked state, nodding with a soft smile on his face. "Gosh, I am so hungry,” you muttered under your breath as your eyes roamed on the menu above your heads, heavily breathing as you were still trying to catch your breath back from the sprint you had just run to escape from your foolish friends.

Relief rushed through your veins when he took the reins and ordered for the two of you, your mouth uttering thank-yous like a mantra, only to have your crush waving it off.

“Y/N, it’s okay, don’t worry about it!” he said, and you stopped to look at him, Hyunjae beaming at you while grabbing the paper bag with your steamy food at the bottom. You quickly seized some napkins and disposable utensils and walked back to Hyunjae, who was already outside, waiting for you. “So, where are we going now?” he said, and you shrugged, looking around you, not knowing anything only outside from the library. “I know a good place, it’s not far from here,” you vaguely pointed to your right, and Hyunjae immediately started walking. “Let’s go before the food gets cold!” he exclaimed and let you take the lead.

It was a small park hidden a few streets away from your university, meeting other students since there was another park inside the campus. Bowing down to pat the grass a few meters away from the artificial pond, you sat down as it was dry, but Hyunjae handed you the food and took out his folded waterproof jacket from his bag. Placing it on the ground, he gestured you to come and sit with him.

“Here, come sit with me, you’ll be more comfortable,” he said, and you obeyed, your knees touching as you set the paper bag down next to you and handed him his food and drink. Your proximity didn’t leave you indifferent, but you tried your best to hide it as much as possible.

Hyunjae noticed your little change of behaviour and found you adorable when you looked away at each of his compliments. Your arms were now touching since his jacket underneath you wasn’t a picnic tablecloth, and you were slowly getting used to his body warmth surrounding you.

As the lunch break went by, you talked about your respective majors, and you joked about the shared lecture of this morning, getting closer and closer to each other. He was kind-hearted and became more comfortable when you were alone, gently nudging you in the elbow when you were about to lift your chopsticks to your mouth, the noodles falling back into your bowl. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you were quick to nudge him back and laugh, still careful not to stain any of his clothes.

“You… look really nice today. I like those colours on you,” you complimented him, and he smiled at your hesitant voice, taking a sip of soda before answering. “Thank you Y/N, I appreciate it,” you nodded and started chewing on your bottom lip, eyes divagating towards the pond surrounded by plants and flowers. “You look really pretty as well,” he whispered in your ear, and you froze at his words, your heart skipping a beat as he had seized the opportunity of you letting your guard down as you were paying attention to the pond. You offered him a soft smile and took a sip of your drink as well to try and calm your racing heart.

He kept playing with it since he was having fun by making you embarrassed and shy with his compliments and proximity. Hyunjae knew that it was working despite your never-ending tries of hiding it, and he felt proud to have this effect on you. Although it was hard for him to see you chew on your lip like that, he had to force himself not to cup your face and tell you to stop, because he was really tempted to do so. However, when you started scratching your lip with your fingers, that’s when he grabbed your pitiless hand and held it in his.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he said and grabbed a napkin to dab the blood coming out of the little cuts on your bottom lip you had caused out of nervosity.

You guiltily avoided his eyes and searched for your lip balm in your bag before quickly applying some. The temptation of starting again was real when your hand was still cradled in his, your crush not giving a single sign of him being ready to let go of it. Alternatively, he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as you both observed the pond and the people chilling around you.

Much to your dismay, your little romantic moment was interrupted by the church clock striking thirteen times, announcing 1 PM. You both didn’t pay attention at first, but it was when you couldn’t see a single student around you that you realised something.

“Oh god, Statistics! We have statistics in less than fifteen minutes,” you hurriedly said as you jumped on your feet, placing all your trash in the paper bag. “Oh shit!” Hyunjae imitated you and grabbed the bag from you, jogging to the trash can on the other side of the pond while you grabbed your belongings and quickly folded his jacket. He thanked you, and you left in a rush, under the confused eyes of your neighbours.

Even if it wasn’t too far from your college, you still jumped in the bus that was about to drive off from the stop right outside the park, the doors closing right behind Hyunjae. You sighed in relief as you both made it, and you tightly grabbed the metallic bar as the bus sped uphill.

“I’m glad this bus was here, I don’t think I could’ve walked back up there after our lunch,” you smiled at his words, his hand holding the bar above your heads, his lavender sweater going high enough for you to see his black Gucci belt keeping his turtleneck tucked in his pants. “I don’t know who had this marvellous idea of building the university on top of a hill,” you sarcastically mumbled and pressed the button next to your head as the screen announced the stop.

Hyunjae was the first to jump off the vehicle, grabbing your hand as you were quick to imitate him, the mass of students behind you forcing you out. Your crush followed you like a lost puppy through the different staircases and corridors, your great sense of orientation leading you quickly to the auditorium you were almost late to. You were out of breath when you finally arrived there, right before the clock struck 1:15 PM.

Surprisingly, the rows were practically empty, but you instantly spotted your friends in the middle, some of them still eating while the others were laughing or reading together. Hyunjae grabbed your hand for the nth time today, slowly getting used to this new feeling, and you dragged him towards them, but he resisted.

You looked at him, his eyes scanned the auditorium just like he did this morning and looked back at you with a smile before gesturing over a good spot, a bit higher and further away from your friends. Changmin, with his eagle eye, was quick to notice Hyunjae's lavender sweater and warned your friends, all turning around to observe you and your crush sitting together. Chanhee gasped as he quickly saw you holding hands, gossiping about it to his hyungs. Juyeon just shrugged, unbothered by the situation as he cracked his fingers and neck, getting ready to type.

You noticed your friends smirking at you and hid your head behind your computer screen, Eric leaning back in the vacant seats just enough for him to appear in the corner of your eye, his mouth transforming into a pout to mimic a kiss. You rolled your eyes and groaned, offering him a disapproving look, your antics sending him in a fit of giggles.

Hyunjae smiled at you before looking at your friends, who cooed and loudly gagged when he grabbed your hand and lifted it for them to see. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, embarrassment taking over your body as your friends cheered, drawing attention towards you and your crush, the latter replacing your linked hands on his lap, under the table.

“Why would you do that?” you dared to ask, and you shouldn’t have, your voice breaking mid-sentence made your crush giggle. “Let them be, they’re just happy that their best friend is getting out of their comfort zone. Plus, you look cute when you are flustered,” he said, and the professor started talking, preventing you from answering him.

He just sat there with a satisfied smile on your face, while you were trying not to pass out here and there with your heart beating this fast.

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pars-ley · 3 years

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One night

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Summary: When you meet a previous one night stand on a speed dating night, how can you possibly resist another go with the guy who turns you on beyond belief.

Genre: Strangers to lovers au / Speed dating au / One night stand au / Smut / Drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Oral f and m receiving / Rimming / Anal fingering / Bathroom sex / Protected sex / Sex from behind / Nipple play /Jimin with nipple piercings / Explicit language / Spitting / Swallowed oral cumshot / Mentions of sex toys

Word count:1.8k

Notes: This is a request for @a-violet-suga-kookie sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to @yutasgalaxy for helping me photoshop the pic for my banner.

Beta: Thank you to @eatjeanjin your enthusiasm and suggestions helped a lot

You walk begrudgingly into the room following behind your friend, tables for two all spaced apart and a big timer at one end.

She smiles nervously at you and you return an encouraging thumbs up. As soon as her back is to you your eyes roll at the thought of what you are about to do. Speed dating is one of your worst nightmares, but in order to show support to your newly single and emotionally vulnerable friend, you put that aside.

"Welcome, please take a seat at a table and get comfortable. I shall bring in the other participants and we can start." announces the female host, with a smile large enough it looks almost painful.

You sit down at an adjacent table to your friend and give her a reassuring wink, before the door opens and the timer has begun.

Mundane questions and boring responses are leaving you wishing you stayed at home in your pyjama’s and a date with your vibrator. At least you would be guaranteed satisfaction.

Suddenly, striking blonde hair catches your eye a couple of tables down and as you glance over he's already looking at you.

His full lips curve into a delicious one sided smile before returning his attention to his date.

Park Jimin. Your thighs press together automatically, recalling the night you spent with him. Every perfect detail of it and him, sails seductively behind your eyes. The one night stand that was never meant to happen but did and blew your mind.

It feels like time stops, while you wait for another agonising two rounds for him to reach your table.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He says, as he sits down in such a commanding fashion you can't help but find your bottom lip tucked painfully between your teeth.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you."

His pupils expand at your words as his eyes trace over your outfit, pausing briefly at your cleavage. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here for moral support for a friend." You tilt your head to your right and he glances at her. "You?"

"Would you believe me if I said the same? Dark hair, tattoo sleeve and big doe eyes." You look behind him and see who he means, recalling your conversation with him to have been the least boring here.

"What are the chances?" You laugh.

He watches you for a moment, a smile playing at the edges of his perfect mouth.

"You never left me your number." He interjects your thoughts.

"You never gave me yours." You quip.

"You didn't give me a chance." He raises an eyebrow at you. A simple move that he manages to make devastatingly sexy. "I woke up and you had vanished without a trace. All I had was your name and the taste of your pussy on my lips and you can't imagine how much that can drive a man crazy."

Hearing him say something so filthy so casually had your cunt throbbing violently with desire, a pool of liquid-want starting in your underwear.

"I would have liked to call you and see you again." He presses.

"I'm here now." You reply, leaning onto the table; your breasts swelling even more with the movement.

His hand on your thigh under the table surprises you but your heart responds instantly pounding wildly with need. "Meet me in the big toilet as soon as the break starts," the pleading in his voice is too hard to resist, not that you were planning on it anyway.

He got up swiftly and just like the wind, he was gone. You receive a few looks from neighbouring tables, your friend being one of them, but you just shrug and smile innocently.

The much awaited break time was finally announced and you can't scramble off of your chair fast enough, out of the door before anyone else is even away from their tables. But disappointment pangs when you read the "OUT OF ORDER" note taped on the toilet door. Frantically glancing around, you decide to chance knocking. Much to your delight, the door opens and you are pulled in briskly by the hand.

The door is closed and locked as you're backed against it.

"God, do you have any idea how often I've thought about you?" He whispers, so close his breath fans across your face, pulling you in. His eyes burning with a need so fierce you're winded from the impact.

"Probably about as often as I've thought about you." Your fingers already fumbling with the button on his jeans.

His mouth crashes against yours, tongue eagerly dancing with yours as you become a mass of grappling hands and frantic kisses. He pulls away leaving you gasping for air but wanting more of his soft lips on yours. He pushes up your leather skirt and yanks your underwear down, pulling it off each ankle as he sinks onto his knees.

He throws one leg over his shoulder and looks up at you.

"Trust me?"

You nod and he wastes no time doing the same to the other leg, taking all of your weight as he plunges his mouth straight onto your needy pussy.

The sinful sound that vibrates through him as he tastes you has you moaning in response.

You're thrown down memory lane instantly, the way his lips and tongue explore every crevice, how he sucks just enough on your clit drawing his name from your lips like a spell. Even his tight grip on your buttocks keeping you firmly in place, makes you rabid with lust. You start grinding against him, unable to control your body. He moans against you, making you quiver signalling that familiar tight pull coming closer. But before you can let go, your feet are returned to the ground - legs wobbling underneath you - and he's turning you, your face pressing hard against the door. You feel his warm, wet tongue glide along your arsehole, the sensation nearly shooting you through the roof but he holds you firmly in place, spreading your cheeks harshly as he does.

Your toes curl as his fingers wrap around you and he begins massaging your clit. Your heavy breaths creating a pattern of condensation across the door.

And then his grip on you is gone and you feel unsteady as he stands and pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

When you see the glint of the foil wrapper, excitement blooms in your already tight core; coiled and ready to spring. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushes down his boxers and glides the condom onto his generous erection.

He wastes no time in pressing you back up against the door and sliding into you, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pauses there for a moment and you feel something hot on your arsehole that quickly turns cold as the air hits it and you realise he's spat on you. The thought has you clenching around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He says breathlessly. "Do you like this?" He asks as he slowly pushes a finger inside your rear.

"Ohh, yes." You moan.

He starts rocking his hips and finger in a simultaneous rhythm. Feeling so full and deliciously stretched had you dripping off of him. Your nails, clinging onto the door frame, embedding and no doubt leaving little crescents in the wood.

You feel the build up take hold to a point you can't return from as you tighten around him.

"Oh yes, baby, let me feel you cum around this cock." He whispers in your ear as you unravel. Spasming uncontrollably and calling his name from behind his fingers now caged around your mouth, the action just heightening all the sensations you feel.

As your orgasm subsides, your legs trembling, he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. You turn to face him and his mouth is on you instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says against your lips.

Your fingers find his shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. The glint of something in the light catches your attention, as you hold him at arm's length and admire the sight before you.

"They're new." You say, genuine surprise in your voice.

He looks down at his pierced nipples and back up to you with the cockiest smirk. "You like ‘em?"

You shake your head, "I love them."

He grins at you pulling you in for another kiss as you can't resist pinching and rolling one of them between your fingers.

He jolts but moans against you and bucks his hips, his dick pressing desperately against you, aching to be touched.

Your lips go straight for the silver bar, sucking it hastily into your mouth. The sound of it hitting against your teeth and the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth, all of it spurring you on.

"Go and sit down."

You order, the light of lust although briefly sated had not died down.

He puts the lid on the toilet seat down and does as you say.

On your knees, you gently slide the condom off and delve onto him with the same urgency he showed you. When he gasps and his hand goes straight to your hair, you can feel his wildness beneath you. Hips bucking up matching your rhythm as you take him in until he's hitting the back of your throat with every suck.

"Look at me." He whispers and as soon as your eyes hit his, he becomes a shaking mess.

"Oh fuck. Yes, yes, that's it." He strains before his hot, salty orgasm releases into your mouth. You swallow as he grinds into you, holding your hair off your face and watching every movement you make.

He helps you up once he's done and you both tidy yourselves up.

"So, see anyone you like out there?" He asks as he does up his shirt.

You shake your head and scoff. "No. What about you?" You hate the small, sick feeling in your stomach at the possible answer. He's just some guy you've fucked twice, that's all.

"No, I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

When his gaze meet yours in the mirror it's sweet and gentle, a complete contrast to before.

"Listen," he turns to face you. "I know that one night stands are not ideal to start with but I'd really like to take you out to dinner?"

There's a hesitancy in his voice that intrigues you, a very vulnerable side to the confident man you're used to seeing.

"What about after this?" You reply.

His eyes light up. "Yeah, sounds great."

You smile awkwardly at each other and he kisses you on the cheek as if 5 minutes ago he didn't have his lips smothered on your arsehole.

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lau-smaragd · 3 years

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The best fanfictions so far

I have been asked for recommending some fanfictions I like so here we are. I read them all and I love them.

Have fun!

Larry fanfic

📖 Young & Beautiful

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

On the beginning I had troubles to like it, to keep reading, because it's so different. But as you can see, it's here, so I genuinely love it.

📖 Fading

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

It killed me to read this one and I did it twice. I'll be probably forever amazed at the perfect description of feelings you have when you hate yourself. I was there and yes... This is it.

📖 Escapade

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

One of my top favorites 😁 laughing so much it's absolutely perfect!!!

📖 Relief next to me

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

Another wonderful reading. You gonna love it, trust me. Great great great, included absolutely amazing music!

📖 And then a bit

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

For all the larries, this is just paradise 😁 once again, great great fanfic, painful to watch, how slow Lou sometimes is. But it's worthy!

📖 Unbelievers

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Serious warning: the first sentence is... Well, the author didn't wait too long 😁

This one is classic, you gonna love it, golden sparkles will never be the same. Love it, reading it now again ✨💛

📖 As you are

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn't get the big deal—not until he's faced with this season's judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

📖 Wear it like a crown

AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis' teenage fantasies.

Golden! Absolutely golden! Harry as a Prince Harry, you have to love it, there's no other option! Read it!

📖 Into the blue

AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

📖 Don't look down

AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

📖 Fall into your Gravity

AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

And much more. But I really do love these ❤️ hope you gonna have fun!

@princelyharry @spoiledcat77

#larry fic #larry fanfiction #larry fanfic rec

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averagecostumedfreak · 3 years

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complete workaholic Marinette and trans Adrien AU

basically a giant explanation post for my au w relevant doodles i drew.

so in this AU, it doesn't start with Marinette and Adrien meeting when he decides to go to school, instead, Adrien is a closeted trans guy still modelling as his deadname Kathryn. Marinette is obsessed with Kathryn but while Ladybug and Chat Noir meet each other for the first time in the same way, there is no umbrella scene as Adrien got his miraculous a different way.

Adrien had run away from a rather dysphoric shoot and was crying behind a tree when he helps Fu up after hearing him call out for help. After getting home, Plagg first reacts with confusion, saying that his holder had never been a girl before, however, he immediately retracts his statement and calls Adrien by his real name, which he had never told anyone else.

Chat Noir: Sick, I'm like Sailor Moon + Luna.

Adrien continues going by his deadname and not telling anyone, while still continuing to be Chat Noir. This comes to a head during the events of the Christmas special when Adrien tries to stick up for Santa and Ladybug refers to him as Kathryn. This is the final straw for him and Plagg's constant egging him on finally works and he cuts all his hair off, and with Chloé's help, begins sneaking out of his house during the day to attend school as himself; Adrien, distant relative of model Kathryn Agreste if anyone asks. I don't think he'd be stupid enough to go by Agreste, so Chloé writes a false surname on his school forms but he only ever introduces himself as Adrien.

Chloé in this AU instead of being in love with Adrien is fiercely protective of him but that still reads as romantic feelings to everyone else. She's also the one who bought him his first binder. (please excuse that I drew Natalie wrong here btw dshhgjf)

Adrien: (How am I going to explain this?)

Plagg: I know I egged you on, but it was for your own good.

Natalie: K*****n, respectfully, what the fuck.

Chat Noir: I got a haircut :D

His father finds out pretty quickly through Natalie but realises that if this is going to make him more likely to not storm out of shoots, he lets it happen. Natalie calls him by his correct name and pronouns at this point but his father still deadnames him. Adrien somewhat resents how much he looks like his mother and thinks this is why his father won't take his requests to be seen seriously (he's probably right).

Adrien: this is why he doesn't want me to change, isn't it?

Plagg: ...

Banana Noir: Chat Noir machine broken, apologies milady.

Chat Noir: Claws in, I can't do this.

Pretty much everything else is the same, there are some additional stories I draw and write stuff for sometimes, and some of the canon material changes in this AU like "Frightingale" having promotional billboards of "Kathryn" in a version of Chat Noir's suit.

Chat Noir: Did I nail it, milady?

Plagg: Well at least it looks nothing like the real Chat Noir.

Adrien: It also looks nothing like me... I don't know if I'm relived or disappointed.

Anyway, to wrap this up here's some more general AU doodles ^-^

Plagg: Looking terrible, Adrien.

Adrien: Thanks Plagg, it's the depression.

Offscreen 1: K*****n, you done in there?

Offscreen 2: Girls, am I right?

I didn't mention Marinette until now, but she's pretty much the same expect instead of just falling for Adrien when he begins attending school, she also thinks her obsession with the model "Kathryn" might be a crush.

#miraculous #adrien agreste #ml chat noir #trans!adrien #my art #my hyper specific au #the thing speaks

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eryiss · 3 years

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Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Two Bros Chilling in A Hot Tub/Lightning Struck

Summary: Freed knew he had a lot to learn about being a professional wizard, and when he was paired up with Laxus for a mission he expected to learn a lot. He didn't expect to spend a day with him in a hot tub, and he certainly didn't expect to get an entirely unrelated education about life and about love.

Notes: Hi everyone. Fraxus Week is at an end, and I really enjoyed writing everything this year. The AU's were a lot of fun and canon writing it always enjoyable, I hope you liked what I've written, and make sure to look at @fuckyeahfraxus to see everyone else has made.

Links: Chapter One ||| Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

Chapter Two

Laxus was many things, but patient wasn't one of them. Honestly, it was miraculous he'd lasted a week before it had come to this.

He stormed into the apartment building that Freed lived in, walked to the address Makarov had given him, and slammed his hand against it three times; loudly. He was bouncing from foot to foot slightly, hearing the shifting of movements from behind the door as Freed walked towards it. He was taking his time, and Laxus felt the urge to slam his hand on the door again a few times to make him hurry the hell up.

For a week, Laxus had wanted to do this. He'd stopped himself for seven long, long days, but it was getting too much. Laxus couldn't go to sleep another night knowing that Freed was living twenty minutes away. That if the rune mage stopped with this shit, they could be repeating that kiss.

That fucking kiss!

He'd never been kissed like that. He doubted that anyone had been kissed like that. It had been so… so… The words couldn't come to Lauxs. It was all encompassing. Overwhelming. It was like standing in the centre of a thunder storm, letting the lightning burn across his skin and explode in his throat as he consumed it. Freed had been against him, attached to him, but battling him in a way Laxus couldn't understand.

Realistically, he knew it was for the mission, but he couldn't help but think there was more to the kiss. He'd caught a few of Freed's glances at his body – how Freed hadn't noticed Laxus doing the same thing was miraculous – and the reactions throughout the day seemed to suggest Freed had been just as affected as Laxus had.

But then the rune mage had just shut off. Any semblance of relaxation was gone the moment they pulled apart, and all Freed seemed capable of thinking of and speaking about was their mission. He spent the next hour avoiding Laxus, stating that they'd spent enough time together for plausibility and that it would be better to spread out. Laxus had agreed because he wasn't going to push things if Freed wanted to focus on his work then he could understand it, but for the rest of the afternoon he'd found his gaze drifting to him whenever his mind wandered. The press of the man's lips against his was like a haunting: inescapable and unforgettable. Laxus had wanted to storm over to the man, kiss him properly and say 'to hell' with the mission.

He'd never felt like this before. It was exhilarating.

But when the mission had ended, and Freed fell back on his habit of taking missions and spending no time in the guildhall, Laxus realised that Freed was avoiding him. Laxus was damn insulted by that.

Freed was into him, Laxus knew that, and he hoped that the passion with which he'd kissed Freed and the many times he'd lost focus because he was checking Freed out was enough for Freed to know the attraction was reciprocated. Freed didn't, for a second, seem to be a coward. Not about fighting and not about his own feelings, so why the hell was he avoiding Laxus? It took Laxus a full week of thinking over the situation for him to realise what was actually happening.

Laxus was an old hand at wizardry, and knew how to have a life outside of work. Freed didn't. Hell: when Laxus had reported the mission's success to Makarov, he'd asked the old man why he'd chosen Freed to spy on him, and he'd been told Freed needed to balance his work and life better, and Laxus was meant to help him.

So, as he stood at Freed's door, Laxus was going to do that.

The door opened, and Freed was revealed. He was wearing nothing but his white shirt, unbuttoned and sightly ruffled, and the trousers he'd worn during work. For a moment, Laxus allowed himself to relish in the sight off the man in a rumpled and domestic state, with his hair tied up high and his eyes still sleep worn because of the early morning. He shook his focus and met Freed's eyes.

"Laxus," Freed said with a frown. "What are you doing here?"

"Bored of this whole avoiding me shit," Laxus grunted, placing a hand on the wall to lean against it. "Pack a bag, we're going on a mission for the weekend."

"Excuse me?" Freed said, almost laughing. Laxus understood that – coming to the man's house unannounced and demanding his presence for a weekend was pretty arrogant – but he wasn't going to let that be an excuse. "What makes you think I'll do that simply because you tell me?"

"Because I haven't finished the paper work from that spa mission, and since I was meant to teach ya how to be a mage during the mission and it's not over, I have authority over you," Laxus grinned, knowing that Freed was not going to take that level of bullshit. He smirked when Freed went to argue back, and cut in before he could. "Besides, if you don't come with me, I won't be going on any missions with you, and all that S-Class money goes away. Wouldn't want that, huh?"

It was a dick move, but a means to an end. Freed glared at him, and that was all the agreement Laxus needed.

"Train station at nine AM," He informed Freed, turning, and walking down the hall. He spoke without looking back. "See ya there."

---

The train juddered to a stop, and Laxus felt his stomach settle almost instantly. He closes his eyes, swallowed down the small rising of bile that crept up his throat, and ignored the amused expression that Freed was looking at him with.

"Feeling a little sick, Laxus?" He taunted gently, and Laxus faux glared.

"Peachy," He grumbled.

Any lingering annoyance from earlier in the morning had gone when Freed had reached the train station. Laxus had brought him a coffee, bagel, and pastry as a peace offering. He'd been forceful about getting Freed to leave with him - he felt like it was necessary to kick Freed into action - but he couldn't have Freed pissed at him. If Laxus was right, and played his cards well, he might end up with Freed before the weekend was over. He wanted to do it properly.

"You look it," Freed taunted, taking his bag from the overhead rack and handing Laxus his rucksack. "May I know what the mission is now?"

"Not yet," Laxus dismissed the request.

They climbed off the train, and Laxus was thankful to be on solid ground again. The town they'd arrived in was a small one, tucked away high in the mountains; something that had not helped Laxus' motion sickness. He'd looked the town up on one of the guild's many maps before leaving, so knew exactly where to go and started following the roads without hesitation. Freed kept in step with him, clearly waiting for Laxus to offer some explanation.

He wouldn't get it. Laxus had spoken with Makarov about Freed once the mission had finished. The main thing he'd learned was that Freed needed to sort his shit out, because he was damn near hitting his limit. He also seemed like the kind of guy to refuse help, so Laxus was going to make sure he couldn't.

Once they got to the hotel, Laxus would confess. Until then, they were on a 'mission'.

"Could you at least tell me the type of mission?" Freed pushed the matter because the smartass needed to know everything. It was kinda funny seeing him getting pissy about it. "Eradication, interrogation, reconnaissance or escort?"

"You actually use those terms?" Laxus quirked an eyebrow as he chuckled, and subsequently walked into a wall of runes. He stumbled back, and rubbed his nose as he mumbled "You quick castes that? Damn."

"Why are we here Laxus," Freed insisted

"Who trained you how to cast, because that was impressive," Laxus ignored the question, walking forward when the wall dissipated. "You're gonna be a damn powerhouse in a few years."

"Answer the-" Freed cut himself off. "What do you mean 'going to be'?"

"You think you're powerful now?" Laxus taunted.

"I know that I am," Freed narrowed his eyes for a moment, before laughing at himself. "You're rather good at distracting people, aren't you? Perhaps you're smarter than I thought you'd be."

"You thought I'd be dumb?" Laxus asked.

"Yes," Freed said unflinchingly, and Laxus barked out a laugh.

"You should spend more time with the rest of the people in the guild," He smiled. "You're as much an asshole as the rest of 'em."

"How flattering," Freed said, voice droll. "You still haven't answered my question though. Why are we here?"

Laxus could see the hotel, and decided that it would be best to not push his luck with Freed. He thought about how he'd say it, and decided that he might as well jump into it rather than pissing around and avoiding the issue. Hell, if he couldn't be honest he'd be a damn hypocrite.

"I lied about the mission," He admitted, and Freed frowned. "We're here for a weekend break."

"A what?" Freed asked as if the concept was foreign to him. Given how much he worked, it might be.

"A weekend break. The place we did the mission for has a branch out here, and as a thank you for our work they gave up some coupons that we can use here," Laxus explained, reaching into his coat pocket, and pulling out the two tickets, handing one to Freed. "You clearly need a break from the work before you get sloppy on a mission and it ends up getting you hurt, and I'm not gonna turn down a free weekend in a luxury resort."

"And why didn't you tell me this from the beginning?" Freed demanded, clearly irritated.

"Because you wouldn't have come if you didn't think you'd make any money from it," Laxus shrugged as they walked into the lobby of the reception. "Like I said this morning, until the paper work's done, I'm meant to be teachin' you how to be a mage. Biggest obstacle for that right now is you not treating yourself right. Until you do it on your own, I'm gonna force you to do it."

They were at the front desk, and Laxus was speaking with the receptionist, before Freed could get a word in. Laxus made sure to confirm that both rooms would be required, and the receptionist assured him that their cleaning staff would have them prepared as quickly as they could, telling them both that they had access to all the amenities and facilities the resort had to offer in the meantime. Laxus thanked him, signed the book to confirm his booking, and stepped back to look at Freed. Again, he spoke before Freed had the chance.

"You don't need to live mission to mission anymore," His voice was softer now. "If you don't give yourself a break, you burn out. I'm sorry I lied, I'll make it up to you somehow, but enjoy this place while you're here. You put in a lot of effort since you joined the guild, treat this as your reward."

Freed looked like he wanted to argue, but halted. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and nodded. "I would enjoy a break."

"I know," Laxus said bluntly, placing a hand on Freed's shoulder. "And when you're ready, we're gonna talk about what happened on the mission. Because I don't wanna forget it ever happened, or push past it, or do whatever it is you thought could happen when you were ignoring me."

"I wasn't-" Freed began, but Laxus stopped him.

"We'll talk later," He said softly, before grinning. "I'm gonna take a swim. You can come with me if you wanna ogle me again, but I think a massage would do you good. You look really tired, basically dead to the world."

Laxus was walking away with a grin before Freed could respond to the teasing, and when he came face to face with another runic wall, he simply laughed. His stomach did a little flip when he heard Freed laughing too.

---

"I'm ready to talk now," Freed said, and Laxus nodded.

It was the evening now, and the two men had spent the day in different parts of the resort. Sometimes apart, sometimes together, Laxus had underwent almost all of the treatments available, as well as spending a good few hours in the pool, sauna, and hot springs. He'd retreated to his room when the relaxation had brought on a bout of tiredness, and had been napping until Freed's knocking on the door woke him. He'd adorned a robe and answered it, feeling weirdly excited when he'd seen it was Freed.

He looked good. Obviously, he had made use of the facilities, as he looked well rested, without the stress marks that bordered his eyes, and was holding himself looser. His hair was damp and tied up high, perhaps from a recent shower, and Laxus again revelled in the sight of a domestic version of Freed Justine.

"Take a seat," Laxus said, motioning to the chair as he sat on the foot of the bed.

"Thank you," Freed said, voice relaxed and without fear. Good. "When you said we needed to talk, I assume you meant about the kiss."

"I did," Laxus agreed. "But before you start, I wanna say something. Give you a piece of advice about being a mage that it takes a lot of time for most people to get," Freed thought for a moment, but made a gesture for Laxus to continue. "When you become a mage, you give up your safety, your stability, and your time. Sometimes you don't know when you'll next be paid, and sometimes you don't know if you'll make it out of a mission alive. When you get into wizardry you have to change how you live, act fast and do what your gut's telling you. Your instincts aren't just important in the mission, they're important in your personal life too. Sometimes you just have to follow them."

"And this relates to the kiss how?"

"If you don't want to be with me, then go with that. Don't worry about offending me, or pissing me off, or me stopping the missions together, or anything. If that kiss was just for the missions, and I've misread things, then don't fuck around being polite. Rip the band aid off and tell me straight."

"And if you didn't misread things?"

Laxus grinned, leaning back slightly. "Then follow your instincts."

Freed did just that, by standing up, tipping Laxus chin upwards, and bringing him into another earth shatteringly perfect kiss. And this time, there was no doubt. The kiss was for him, and there would be many others.

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Ten Years Later

Laxus groaned as he submerged himself into the bubbling warm water. It was late at night in the early spring, and the hot tub he submerged his body into was in beautifully warm contrast with the cold evening air around him. The feeling of half-healed injuries and tense muscles seemed to weep for the hot water, and he closed his eyes in relaxation.

He needed this. He'd needed it for weeks, and now it was finally happening.

Obviously, taking over as guild-master would lead to an adjustment in his life, and teething troubles had occurred. There were more responsibilities than he had expected, everything from paperwork to ensure the building was fixed every time one of the brats damaged it, to arguing with the local councilmembers about how the good that Fairy Tail did greatly outweighed the bad. Honestly, trying to explain that an idiotic fire mage had literally saved their lives multiple times and therefore had earned the right to blow up the occasional fountain or set fire to a random ornamental tree was not a fun task to take.

Admittedly, he didn't make life easier for himself. He insisted on taking at least one mission a week, something that almost everyone in the guild deemed to be idiotic. But he was only thirties, he was an incredibly strong mage, and couldn't simply just hang up his profession because he was in charge of the guild.

"You're back then?" Freed asked amusedly from the patio.

"Yeah," Laxus nodded, opening his eyes, and smiling at his husband. "Wanna join me?"

"Sure," Freed nodded, and made work on removing his clothes.

The hot tub was something they'd brought three years prior, two years after they'd brought their marital home. After the odd inclusion of spas at the start of their relationships, they'd become reliant on their facilities after a hard mission to relax and untense their bodies. When they'd moved, the distance from their house to the nearest spa had been too long, so they'd invested in a hot tub of their own and learned how to massage one another. The latter advancement in the relationship had been a fun, fun few weeks for them both.

Laxus grinned a little as he saw Freed remove his underwear, and he raised an eyebrow at the man. Freed noticed, laughed a little and playfully kicked the man's thigh as he climbed into the tub, sitting beside him. Laxus raised his arm slightly to wrap it around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"The mission went well, I assume?" Freed asked, idly playing with the surface of the water.

Laxus halted, before looking down at Freed and speaking slowly. "Was fine, no problems."

"No problems at all?" Freed probed.

"Not one."

"You are aware that you are my husband and Bickslow is one of my best friends," Freed continued playing with the water, voice equally annoyed and amused. It was a tone only Freed could manage. "And if my husband collapses in the middle of a fight due to exhaustion, my best friend is going to tell me."

"Fucking traitor," He muttered, before sighing and looking to Freed. "I'm fine. I'm back here, so no problem."

"Laxus, you passed out because you're overworking yourself," Freed chastised, placing a hand on Laxus' thigh and stroking it softly. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

Laxus knew he couldn't, of course, but it wasn't that easy. "I know," He admitted, sighing. "But I just can't give up working as a mage, not yet. I always thought it'd be what I do, y'know. I thought I'd always be the guy who goes to a town, fixed their problems, burns through my magic, and that's all. And I knew that eventually it was gonna end, but, well, I've been a mage for twelve years. It went by too fucking quickly and it feels…" He thought for a moment. "Being a mage is all I have, and I don't wanna let myself slip if I ever need to fall back on it."

"I do understand that, Laxus," Freed sighed. "But as you are now, you're losing you're edge not because you've dropped the sword, but you've used it so much that it's starting to shatter."

"I get that," Laxus whispered, nodding. Freed hand clasped on his thigh and patted him. "I'll stop going on 'em, it's time. I know that."

"You don't need to stop altogether, I've no doubt your grandfather didn't when he was young," Freed smiled, resting his head on Laxus' shoulder. "Perhaps you take it down to one mission a month, maybe not always go on S-Class missions. Only allow yourself to take what you can handle with your new responsibilities, not what you were able to do ten years ago."

"You're right," Laxus nodded, pulling Freed closer and kissing him on the top of his head. "When d'you get so smart about this shit?"

"I had a good teacher," Freed chuckled.

It was almost ironic. Almost exactly ten years to the day, here they both were again. Sat together in a hot tub, side by side, one of them struggling with the responsibilities of their new life while the other tried to advise them on how to deal with it. Laxus could almost laugh at the cyclical nature of it, but was distracted when Freed's roaming hand slid up his stomach and his husband moved closer to him.

"You know," Freed began, voice a little naughty now. "If you ever need to burn off some energy, I could teach you a few techniques that have proven useful in the past."

"Oh really?" Laxus quirked a brow, hand roaming down Freed's back, stroking his spine.

"Indeed," Freed nodded. "I'm sure you'll become quite the addict though."

"I can risk that," Laxus smirked.

And when Freed shifted so he was straddling Laxus, the blonde grinned. He leant up and pulled Freed into a passionate, explosive, lightning-filled kiss. A kiss he would indulge in anytime, anyplace.

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