#i hope ur day is filled w excitement love and hugs!!!!!!!!

[yunebtc]

Hiii ! Could you please do a Rainbow Dash x fem! reader oneshot? Nothing specific! Hope it’s not a bother, thank you! 🥲

OFC I CAN ITS NO PROBLEM AT ALL YAYAYAYAAYA

!!NOTPROOFREAD MIGHT HAVE MISTAKES

-Fem reader

-Reader is a but on the athletic side as well preferably vollleyball

-Reader x Rainbow Dash

IF U DONT LIKE GAYNESS GET OUTTA HERE

-Fluff

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Are you sure about that? RAINBOW DASH

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You and Rainbow have been dating for 10 months now and you couldn't have been happier, you had found someone who changed your life, Today You and Rainbow had been busy with classes and you were just heading only class with rainbow, PE, Rainbow loved PE you liked it as well especially volleyball which is what you were doing today, You were excited since you enjoyed volleyball and you were extremely well at it, you went to the locker room and changed and as you finish you see dash enter the locker room and you walked up to her "Hey!! Where have you been?" You ask she usually never was late, she grabs ur hand and says "Heh my bad AJ helped me clean up the mess in home ec" You weren't surprised since she definitely didnt seem like the type of girl for home ec, you hear the whistle and you wait for Rainbow to leave the locker room as you both talk about what happened during the day your coach said you were playing volley ball and place you and dash on separate teams, Yous see your girlfriend smirk and walk up the the net and says to you "Your so going down babe, you know how I am with sports!!" You laugh and say "Are you sure about that??" And she look at you like your crazy "UH duh!! Just wait" Rainbow said not knowing she was gonna regret it

You and Dash were neck on neck with points and the game was about to end as Rainbow served the ball your teamate went for it and shot the ball in the air and you went to go spike the ball which landed on Rainbows side of the court as your team cheered you on Rainbows team groans in disappointment and you see Rainbow with a frown on her face and you Coach says "Alright girls head totally he lockerrooms before the bell rings!!" And everyone heads into the locker rooms some girls took a light shower, you being one of the and some left already waiting for the bell, you got out and the locker room started to fill with more steam, You change into your clothes and you see Rainbow with a towel around her body, her body still being damp and you were able to see her muscles and how the towel hugged her body just right made you blush slightly but you could tell Rainbow was still salty about the game and you laugh out loud grabbing her attention "What's so funny huh?" She says with a pout and you laugh even more " Baby your being ridiculous it's just one game of volleyball it won't hurt your winning streak!" You exclaim as rainbow huffs finishing putting her skirt and you decide to mess with her and bring her hands to her sides "How about I give you a reward because your such a good sport?" Rainbow turns red and she looks away "--- W-what do you-" you cut her off with a kiss which she returns as she puts her hand on your neck her thumb on your jawline deepening the kiss you both fight for dominance and she eventually wins and she smirks in the kiss and snakes her other hand around your waist and breaks the kiss "I think I like the reward" She says and you blush even more she laughs and her mood was easily lifted and you both finish getting ready to head to see the others

You and rainbow were still red from just coming out of the steamy locker room and as you approached the girls they all begun to give knowing looks and giggle "What are you guys laughing at??" Rainbow asks and Sunset says "Some girls came by and saw you guys getting at it in the locker roooom~" She singsonged and you and Rainbow blush even harder "UHHH WE GOTTA GO SEE YA!!" Rainbow panics and she drags you to her motorcycle turning the engines and drives off and they were left laughing so hard years went by "What in tarnation!??" Applejack laughs

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THIS WAS SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKENIT AND IM SO SORRYY IT TOOK LONG IT KEPT ERASING THE ORIGINALS I TYPED OUT😭😭 PLEASE JEEO REQUESYING THO YOU GUYS TYSM FOR THIS WONDERFUL PEROSN FOR BEJNG MY FIRST REQUEST!!

#my little pony x reader #mlp x reader #rainbow dash #mlp #rainbowdashxreader

[lotus-pear]

GOD I LOVE KNKDZ SM I wanna hold them and treasure them like literally they could be so precious they have so much potential and ik we have to wait a few more months but I'm sooo fuckin excited to see if they have a reunion if they don't I'll probs cry from stress or smth like even if someone doesn't ship it they're partners istg they are soo important and I hope we can see more of them in action cuz kunikida has been crying (canon) from stress and trying to bring shit together, like he was really working on gathering the members together again and like poor bby I feel so bad he needs a warm hug, also I feel like getting your hands cut off and your ideals crumbling in front of you was traumatic like he's ok now physically but I feel so bad and dazai is being fucking shot and falling of an elevator while defeating fyodor and walking it all of like ??? I need a sick fic with knkdz and the ada in general he deserves that and I hope so fucking sooo FUCKING much that they get a fuckin reunion like this is all I can talk and think abt now I keep repeating myself, I hope atsushi, dazai and kunikida get one bc I miss their trio so idk what is happening now that s5 is over and the Manga is catching up in a few months bc we saw that they're fighting again like oh fuck ngl I hope dazai gets hurt more so more sickfics or maybe Canon sickfics like in it actually fucking happens in the series but whatever in the end I want the ada to be safe again and destress a little bc oh my god this was their biggest fucking mission in their life and its been going on practically since the guild but whatever I have so so so so so so high hopes for the future and the rise of knkdz (I also ship skk but knkdz is my no. 1 and need way more of them) I hope knkdz will rise and conquer we have to get our fucking game up us knkdz advocates we have a DUTY anyways love ya ur so hot for that knkdz vs skk rant its fucking unfair pls pls pls pls post more knkdz I'm going feral its my last will to live I will kms if the Manga doesn't have them I will defenestrate asagiri I will find him trust me I fucking will anyways anywho anyfuckingway thank you for being a part of the knkdz cult we can soo win we just have to wait for asagiri and like OMG I just had SUCH a dopamine rush like I practically almost jumped bc IM SO EXCITED to see them YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH PLS PLS PLS ASAGIRI PLS DONT DO THIS TO ME I CAN HEAR THEM I CANNN HEAAAAAR THEM PLS PLS PLS DONT PUNISH ME I WANT MORE KNKDZ I WILL FUCKING COMBUST anyways ur so cool and ur art is fuckin awesome have a great day and new year hopefully full with happiness, success, change, and kunikidazai

REAL OMFG‼️‼️ bitches forget that kunikida has been partnered with dazai for two entire years, only one less year than dazai’s partnership w chuuya (before ur like noooo it was seven!!!!! that doesn’t count. chuuya and dazai met at fifteen and didn’t even get partnered that year. it was only during the events of stormbringer when mori realized the only counter to chuuyas corruption was dazai’s ability and he made them go on missions together like they did during the arahabaki incident and they became known as double black. dazai left the mafia when he was eighteen due to oda’s death)

anyway knkdz have also had to trust each other with their lives time and time again and kunikida values this trust more than anything, always relying on dazai even if dazai pisses him the fuck off. dazai says himself that the ada is home to him when talking abt it to sigma, AND WHAT IS HOME BUT A PLACE FILLED WITH HAPPINESS AND THOSE WHOM YOU LOVE DEARLY AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT

#asigiri please let them have a soft moment when the reunite…please😭 #ik they miss each other a lot even if they won’t admit it #dazai literally saying sigma is a substitute for kuni and then proceeding to ballroom dance and prank him just like he would in the ada #he wants his husband back so bad lmao #they should honestly makeout when they see each other again. it won’t even deter from canon #like it’ll be fully in character #lotus’s asks

[garrandia]

Just found you that the print I ordered from you arrive home (I’m going back in 2 days) and I’m SOOOOO excited gar. I’m getting my first proper apartment and it’s going to dominate an entire wall by the fact that 1) it’s beautiful 2) it’s gonna be the only thing up there bc it deserves the spotlight and it might be the only piece of wall decor I have. Anyway thanks for everything you do and make that you decide to post and I’m really excited

aaaaaaààaaassah,heeei hai hi dear anon!!! I'm really thankful that u took ur time to message me

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuwuwuwww *sobs* the whole wall??just for me drawings?????🥺'literally melting' you honor me, anon🤲❤

big congrats on your new apartment! *my warmest hug to u*.take ur time w it, I wish u to fill it with laughter and love💃🕺💃

Aaaaaaw no thank YOU for sticking with me heheh, srsly tho I'm here for u and yall just know that I'm really grateful for it

aaaanywsaasssy please take care, stay safe and again thank u so much for a print, it means a world to me. Hope it will bring you as much joy as you brought me w ur kind words🤭💙

obligatory cattos 4 u

#thank u anon #u made my evening #ah the warm feeling again #smoll babys are so far away from hommmme in ther ppls houses #soo neat and cooool #aah #gar is rambling #also #gar is my fav way to be called #gar gar #i love it #nnnnhgnhn #anon 🖤

[oinkawa-bb]

first time dads!haikyuu pt.2

request: Hi! I just read your Haikyuu as first time dads and it's so cute! Would you mind writing another one with Iwaizumi, Suna, Atsumu and Osamu? I'm looking forward to seeing more of your writing. Have a nice day! -anon

note: thank u lovely anon for being my first request!!🥺❤️ i enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it uwu <33 i really hope i did the inarizaki characters justice b/c i’ve just recently gotten to know them!! owo here is dad!iwa, suna, atsumu, osamu 

mentions/topics: pregnancy, domesticity, timeskip, female reader insert

part one (daichi, kuroo, oikawa)

part three (tsukki, akaashi, yams, kenma)

☀︎—hajime iwaizumi

iwa and you have been trying for months

and he’s been super supportive and comforting when each test comes back negative :/

but this one day, you feel different

and he’s sitting on the ground outside the bathroom door just trying to offer positive affirmations bc he’s waiting for you to finish taking the test

but when the door opens, he sees your face and just knows

you don’t even need to say anything bc he already has a HUGE grin on his face and is pulling you in for a hug

he definitely kneels down to plant kisses on your tummy

your attempts to stop him don’t work they never do

soon to be dad iwa is super protective and cautious

definitely feels most comfortable when he can hold or touch you some way when in public

he likes to place his hand gently around your waist or he’ll grip your hand if there’s crowds

sometimes he’s a little too firm in his affection, and you have remind him to lighten up to which he becomes a lil flustered

“hajime...i can’t feel my hand,,”

but when you do go into labor, he whips out this midwife-like knowledge out of nowhere

similar to daichi, iwa became super well informed by researching a lot (but just in secret, you really had no clue)

he watched videos, read through other people’s experiences, and asked a bunch of people for their input

and now he’s super helpful to you through your contractions in the car and at the hospital

he’s calm and firm, supporting you physically to the hospital and emotionally through the labor

but when iwa’s baby finally makes their appearance

he just becomes all ushy-gushy and weak with watery eyes

his hands are pressed together and placed at his mouth in awe when he finally sees you hold his child

and then when he finally gets to hold the baby,

boy oh boy

iwaizumi actually cries a lot more than either of you expected

he’s so smitten with his newborn, and he can’t stop internally & externally praising your strength for carrying and birthing his child 

like he sees you in a totally different light, and he thought it was impossible but he’s fallen even more in love with you now

and he can’t wait to take care of his new family🥺

☀︎—suna rintarou

suna definitely didn’t see this coming,,,

but nonetheless when he processes the meaning behind the bun you placed in the oven, he doesn’t feel anything but sheer excitement

suna’s actually wanted to have children with you for awhile

but he’s never admitted it out loud uwuwuwu

he holds you firmly in his arms and caresses your hair gently for a long time, and you have to ask him if everything’s ok🥺

but it’s literally because he’s lowkey tearing up and at a loss for words

after a few moments tho, he collects himself and slowly presses light kisses all over your face

“i’m just really happy.”

at night, he refuses to sleep when he knows that you’re struggling to sleep due to discomfort

so he’ll lay awake with you and mumble mindlessly about the future he sees with you until both of you doze off

sometimes he just sees you standing at the counter or something and he can’t resist bc ur just so cute!!!!

he’ll quietly come in for a back hug,,,

and he’ll place his chin on your head and his arms around your belly and close his eyes and just stand there for as long as he wants until... 

”rin.... i need to pee”

he’ll let go then probably

but when the day finally comes, his mind is literally all over the place and he’s trying to be calm on the outside

in the car, your breathing is getting heavier and sharper, and he’s lowkey a little panicked but he won’t stop reassuring you for one second

“hey, look at me, you’re okay, it’s gonna be okay”

he’s definitely in pain himself seeing you in labor,

but he’ll be by your bedside, gently holding your hand and letting you squeeze his as hard as you need to

but it’s all worth it when he gets to see his baby with his own eyes,,

when he sees you cooing softly and holding his dear child against your chest, silent tears fall out of his eyes

suna swears he’s never seen a more beautiful sight than this

☀︎—atsumu miya

atsumu comes home from an exhausting day of work, 

and right as he walks through the door, he’s whining your name, about to ramble about practice...

but then he sees a tiny pair of volleyball shoes at the front,,,

and he’s like... o w o

even though he’s tired out of his mind, his brain works quickly, and he’s connecting the dots in his head

you’re just standing there at the end of the hallway all giggly n cute

he raises his eyebrow and then his sly smile turns into a huge one as he runs up to you,

he clutches your face in his hands and is peppering kisses all over you to the point where you have to physically pry him away

basically immediately, atsumu starts using little nicknames for the baby, but they change almost every day LOL

he also definitely downloaded the pregnancy tracking app (even though? you already have one? and it’s unnecessary for him to have it too? he doesn’t care tho)

he checks it every day before work, lets you know what size the baby is, and kisses your bump aka his angel/nugget/muffin/dumpling/etc. before leaving

“y/nnnn my lil’ angel is the size of a bell pepper today”

“atsumu... i know.. i already checked”

atsumu also boasts so much when he’s sharing the news with his teammates and family members

like osamu was somewhat looking forward to being an uncle until atsumu hit him with the daily updates of your cravings and symptoms and how the baby kicked when he placed his hand on your belly and on and on

but he also just wants to make you feel hella loved and wanted during your pregnancy

he can sense that your body image and self-esteem sometimes takes a major hit

so it’s not uncommon for him to be showering you in compliments nonstop

but honestly it’s also just because he thinks ur even hotter... if that was possible....

this is embarassing but i feel like he has you saved as “hot mama” in his phone or smth

and then the day arrives, and the whole drive there, he’s going “oh shit” in his head over and over but he’s playing this cool demeanor on the outside

actually, this carries over into the hospital too, but he just decides that he’ll do whatever he can to pamper the hell out of you & make you feel less uncomfortable

upon first sight of the baby,

there’s no other words to describe how he feels other than his heart just melting on the spot. 

it’s game over for him because he knows that he’ll literally do anything for you and this precious baby now

anything. (prepare to be spoiled rotten)

☀︎—osamu miya

osamu returns from work one day,

and you’re just at the stove cooking, so he comes up behind you, snaking a hand up the bottom of your shirt to caress your bare waist while whispering his greeting in your ear

but then you wince when he touches your stomach

and he’s like “oh?”

he’s super puzzled so he intently observes you as you bite your lip and start to blush

“i was going to tell you this over dinner but i just can’t hold it in,”

osamu kind of already knows where this is headed but he watches as you reach for your back pocket and pull out a pregnancy test neatly tucked in a ziploc bag

he’s been waiting for this moment to come his whole life (osamu a sucker for domesticity imo) so he’s literally internally screaming for joy!!!

but outwardly his smile conveys it all, and he’s chuckling as he pulls you close by the waist to plant a kiss to your lips

during your pregnancy, osamu becomes overwhelmingly nurturing

it’s almost like you’re the baby ???

like he cooks even more for you and is always whipping something up asap when you mention your cravings

what if he made onigiri with the foods you crave as the filling

he does research on ways to quell nausea and discomfort and goes out to buy herbs and ingredients that would make you feel better

basically, he wants to take the best care of you possible my baby

at night, he’s going to let you use him in any way to sleep better

most of the times, you want him pressed against your back and his head nuzzling your neck

he whispers soft and sweet declarations of his love for you and the baby when he thinks you’re asleep you’re not

ok but when the day comes,,,

osamu is just so ready for the baby to arrive that he’s as cool and collected as ever

you’re definitely not tho, and he can sense it, so he’ll find every way to calm you down

meaning,,, he’ll play calming spa music in the hospital room, massage your lower back, gently repeat encouraging affirmations, etc, etc.

osamu takes care of you so well uwuwuwu

and when the baby makes an appearance, you bet osamu leaps to dad duty right away

he’s emotional but clear-minded, and he’s already mentally planning his life with you back at home with the baby🥺

he can see the future with you and this sweet baby for eternity and he’s so ready <3333

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #suna headcanons #suna drabble #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna x you #atsumu headcanons #atsumu drabble #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #osamu headcanons #osamu drabble #osamu fluff #osamu x reader #osamu x you #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi imagines #suna imagines #atsumu imagines #osamu imagines #iwaizumi x y/n #suna x y/n #atsumu x y/n

[glattandblade]

Fluff Alphabet with Quackity!

By Author Glatt

warnings: none

alphabet: @magical-warlock

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?  

Games! He loves to play stupid roblox games, or minecraft with you! Its fun, especially when you get competitive, he loves to see you excited about it.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? 

Quackity loves your smile, that and your voice. It just sounds so nice, especially while singing.

Quackity like his hair! He doesnt show it on stream, but without the beanie, he thinks he looks almost better without it, although you joke with him and say its illegal without his beanie.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? 

Quackity would probably try the distraction method, asking if you want to play games or watch a movie, or if you want him to play you a song

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? 

All he knows is he wants to live with you and spend his days with you, he hasnt really thought about the finer details like kids/marriage and all that crap.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? 

He’s rather passive, hes not too dominant outside the bedroom, except when he’s bein a little bitch to his friends n shit-

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Quackity would be one to forgive easily, especially if its you, although you guys get into alot of joke arguments.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Yes! He thinks about it alot, and he adores you for it. He’ll give you things in minecraft and small things irl here and there.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? 

I think the only secret quackity would have is the secret gc with karl and sapnap in it lol

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Quackity has gotten way more hyper (somehow..) ever since you guys got together, on streams hes even louder and giggly, especially when you end up showing up.

You’ve gotten louder aswell, you’re not afraid to yell around the house if need be, thats for sure.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I would say so, he’d get kinda defensive, although some of its just joking with his friends, sometimes its serious.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Quackity is a good kisser, even when you first met him, you were kinda surprised.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? 

Either playing minecraft and annoying the shit out of you or blowing your phone out at like 2 am and being like hey bitch guess what? Ur my boy/girlfriend now ha

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? 

It wouldnt matter to him, you’re still his partner, but if you suggested you wanted to, he would propose at night, going to some random park you guys frequent and sitting looking at the stars with you

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? 

Mi amor, hermosa/o, mi vida, sweetheart, he prefers mi amor and hermosa/o the most!

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? 

Its.. pretty fucking obvious, he keeps joke flirting with you infront of others, although not a joke to him, being a fucking simp just in gen

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He’s shy to kiss if hes streaming or anything, he likes to keep it to just hugging and holding hands, off camera though he’ll take a kiss when he wants, even if others are watching. Hes upfront about the relationship and he likes to brag!

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Well, his singing definitely comes in handy, whether it be you had a bad day, cant sleep, etc. it always seems to help.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He tries to be romantic, although he fails alot of time time, he mainly just tries to be goofy and play it off, or he’ll actually be romantic and surprise himself, hes rather cliche.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course! He always believes in you, and he is willing to do anything to help you.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Quackity is fine with a routine, he wont mind anything to spice up the relationship, but he wont go out of his way to spice it up besides like getting you chocolate filled croissants and coffee for breakfast instead of eggs and sausages.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

It depends, some days he’s got you down to a T, sometimes he misses the mark by alot… but he is very empathetic!

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is worth more than his career! He loves you alot!

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Quackitys love language is touch! He’s always holding your hand, or is touching you somewhere, it comforts him

 X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Very! He loves giving you forehead kisses and being the big spoon! He cherishes cuddles.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Texting them alot!! Snapping silly random pics and sending them, hoping for silly stupid pics back to save, that and facetiming.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He has his boundaries, but he’s willing to do a good amount, he’d sacrifice his career.

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#authorglatt #dsmp x reader #quackity x reader #flufff #fluff alphabet #alphabet #headcanons #hcs #quackity headcannons #x reader #dsmp #quackity #mcyt

[3rensgf]

pls ignore if you too many babe :) but may i request a drabble abt eren w a bunny girl ? <3

bunny girl eren yeager x reader

word count: 897

warnings: hybrid!au, fluff, nothing really this is a cute fic, not edited

notes: i wasn't sure if you wanted y/n to be erens gf or if we were going down the hybrid!au approach, so i made a wild guess and did the whole hybrid thing. if you'd like me to rewrite it to fit ur wants more, i wouldn't mind! hope you enjoyed <3 i had fun writing this one!

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Usually after a long, hard day out and about in the real world, all anyone ever wanted to do was go home and relax. No worrying about bills, chores, schoolwork or returning Mom’s worried calls because she had another bad dream about you dying for the 60th time. As soon as you stepped into the comfort of your home, all your worries melted away. At least until you needed to worry about them again.

Same went for Eren, who currently stood in front of his apartment, head slumped against the cool door to ease his headache. Work drained away any life that was left from him and then some. Luckily for him it was Friday, and he didn’t have another shift until Monday. Slowly, he lifted up the hand holding his key to unlock his door. He barely even had any energy to unlock his front door.

The quiet click of his lock unlocking filled the empty halls. The pounding headache in his head made it sound even louder, making him wince. Twisting the knob, he started to open the door. All he had to do was open the door all the way, get changed into his sleep clothes and wind down for the weekend--

“Rennie!” a soft voice called out to him. The pitter patter of feet filled the hallways, and a bunny lunged at Eren to engulf him into a hug.

Eren grunted and stumbled back a couple of steps in surprise. His hands came to wrap around your frame to keep you steady. “Hey, Bun. Didja miss me that much?” he chuckled, petting your soft ears.

Untucking your face from his chest, you looked up at him with sparkly doe eyes, nodding eagerly. “Miss you much! Lonely alone. (Y/N) no like,” you said clumsily.

Adopting you had been one of the best decisions in his life. Couple of months ago, he had mentioned being lonely to his friends, saying the empty apartment felt suffocating sometimes.

“Well, you could always adopt a hybrid,” Armin shrugged, drumming his fingers against the can of his iced tea. “They could always use a good home. Just do your research first, ‘cuz they can be a big responsibility.”

Right as he went home, he started reading up articles on hybrid care. How to adopt a hybrid, what to feed certain hybrids, how to keep them safe and happy at home, proper etiquette to take them outside, you name it. Eren wanted to be as prepared as possible to bring a new friend home.

He had gone to the shelter to adopt a dog hybrid, thinking it would be the best fit for his personality. However when he passed your pen going down to the dogs, he fell in love right away. Seeing your shy form huddled up in the corner nibbling on a chew toy made his heart melt. Right then and there, he told the volunteer he was going to take you home.

You didn’t know much English at first, only knowing a couple of words. Eren had worked tirelessly to teach you how to communicate, and his lessons paid off. Although you could only speak in broken sentences, you could still speak. Eren always patted himself on the back when he would hear you mutter random English phrases under your breath to practice.

“Awe, I’m sorry, Bun,” he cooed, leading you inside the house and locking the door behind him. “Hey, I have good news. Rennie’s going to be home for the weekend! We can spend as much time as you want together,” he cheered, watching your wide eyes grow even wider in excitement.

Your nose twitched and a quiet purr came from your throat. You tried your best to contain your excitement, you really did! But you knew your Rennie came home tired from work, and you wanted to make it easier for him.

“Rennie,” you said, tugging his shirt. He hummed and petted your ears more, urging you to continue. “Bun-- Bun dinner. I make. For Rennie!” you said, bouncing in his arms. Eagerly, you squirmed out of his arms to lead him to the kitchen. “Rennie no work! Rennie relax! Bun take care Rennie!” you chirped excitedly.

Oh, what a sight the kitchen was. Plates and pots were thrown carelessly around, stains he couldn’t identify were splattered everywhere, and half the pantry was sitting outside on the floor. On the table were two plates, filled to the brim with various leafy greens and hay, your usual meals. He could see that both plates had some bites taken out of it. You probably got hungry while “cooking” dinner and couldn’t resist sneaking in a bite or two.

With the state the kitchen was in, Eren knew he wouldn’t be able to relax right away like he wanted to. Already, he could already see himself on his knees scrubbing away at the mess you made.

But when he turned to look at you, all his tension faded away seeing your excited face stare up at him, waiting for his praise for doing such a good job.

Eren smiled softly and brought a hand to pet your head again, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Bun. I appreciate it,” he cooed. Seeing your elated face stare back up at him made his worries melt away. He could worry about cleaning some other time.

taglist - @liaxxx109

3rensgf © 2021 ; do not repost or translate my work.

#♥ - eren #✉︎ - answered mail! #☏ - anon #eren yaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #eren x reader #eren drabble #aot drabble

[piscesparker]

hey! just saw that ur requests are open!

i was thinking for an interview type of fic. like the "unpopular opinions" one w tom & jake.

so basically y/n, tom & jake are doing the interview & one is like "i dont find tom holland hot, i mean he looks nice & a good chat, but not 'omg i want to marry him'" & jake "accidentally" reveals y/n's crush on tom!

(sorry to annoy you! 🌺)

Please don't apologise, this is why I joined Tumblr :)

Unpopular opinions

a/n: this is my first request! So I hope it matches your expectations ☺️ (not proofread)

"Hello everyone! I'm y/n y/l/n" you greeted the camera and looked to your right signalling your castmates to introduce themselves

"Hi, I'm Tom Holland"

"And I'm Jake Gyllenhaal"

"We're the cast of Spiderman Far From Home and you're watching unpopular opinions!" The three of you yelled together.

"I'll go first!" Jake said enthusiastically, waving the flash card, "Tangled is better than frozen."

"Oo that's kinda hard, but I think I agree" tom replied. "Yeah, I agree too" you shrugged. "Ofcourse you agree it's one of your favourite movies!" Tom scoffed. "Ok my turn now!" He continued, "Tom Holland is hot af"

"True dat!" Jake hollered.

"Well, I agree a 100%" Tom scoffed, "What do you think Miss y/l/n?" He smirked at you.

"I don't find Tom Holland hot, I mean he looks nice & a good chat," you shrug, "but not, omg I want to marry him" you teased him.

"What?" He gasped, pretending to be hurt.

"That's odd," Jake leaned forward to get a better look at you, "I remember you telling me the other day that he is 'fine af' and you have the biggest crush on him" he laughed making your eyes go wide and leaving Tom shocked.

Jake immediately realised what he said and covered his mouth and you turned to the camera and said, "This was unpopular opinions and thank you for having us. Go watch Spiderman Far From Home in theatres July 2nd"

The crew was really mad that the interview had to be cut short, but you had your own problems now. You got up and rushed out, embarrassed to what just happened, Tom followed behind you.

"Y/n, wait!" He called out. You stop in your tracks refusing to turn around Tom came and stood in front of you. He saw your tear filled cheeks and brushed them off with his soft hands. "Hey, hey calm down now" he said as he hugged you, rubbing small circles on you back.

"This is all so embarrassing," you mumbled in his chest, " you probably hate me now" you sniffled.

"What are you taking about? I don't hate you, if anything I like you too" he reassured. "Wait really?" You asked, thinking you were dreaming and the alarm is about to go off. But it was all real. This was happening.

"So will you go out with me?" He chuckled.

"Yes, yes I would love to" you replied trying to hold in your excitement.

Taglist: @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @perspectiveparker @mischiefmanaged011

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom hollandxreader #anon request

[irwintry]

Jean Jacket

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drug mention

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been best friends, but they haven’t seen each other in years. Based loosely off of the song “Jean Jacket” by The Summer Set.

Word Count: 9.5k

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You messaged him at 10:14 in the morning. It felt unnatural, and a knot formed in your stomach once you hit send.

You:

hey.

string bean

He didn’t reply until 6:24 that night.

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Don’t call me that.

I’m toned now.

You:

oh my bad

what’s a thicc vegetable

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

I don’t know

You:

you have cool hair

so do asparagus’

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Don’t call me asparagus.

You:

sorry

sexy stalk of corn

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

I hate you

You:

i love u squid

should i learn how to use photoshop

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Absolutely not

I don’t want to be photoshopped onto corn

What do you want?

You:

oh sorry am i bothering u

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Yes

You:

:o

rude

string bean

Message not delivered.

why aren’t my messages sending

did u block me

wtf asshole

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Hehe

You:

i'm gonna kick ur ass

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Good luck reaching it.

You:

ok getting on a plane rn

and jokes on u

i'm bringing a step ladder w me

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

I’ll pay

You:

bet?

did u just fucking venmo me

squid????

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Maybe

You:

luke

do u want me to visit u

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

I just venmo’d you

You:

wait do u rly want me to visit u

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Yeah.

You:

wait ok shit... when works best for u

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Literally whenever

You:

don’t u have tours and shit

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Not for five months

You:

oh fuck.

ok I’ll start looking

shit dude

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

I miss you.

You:

i miss u 2 squid

sorry i mean

string bean

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

JK. Can you venmo me back?

You:

no fuck u

it’s mine now

-

You weren’t in airports often.

You never grew accustomed to the atmosphere–– the hustle and bustle of business class and the lack of knives in terminal restaurants. You had no reason to be acquainted. Yet, there was still a familiar panic that gripped you as you stood shoeless and alone in the line for security. The terminals were each a maze of their own, and the heavy Jansport hanging off of your shoulder pushed down against your tight muscles.

You preferred traveling with another person. In fact, you preferred to not travel at all. The comfort of your home held Jeopardy re-runs and take-out Chinese. Whereas your terminal had startling gate announcements and overpriced froyo, and they didn’t even have toppings. The bathrooms smelled of poo no matter what time you chose to use them, and you sat on the toilet in mild discomfort, suitcase meshed between you in the broken metal stall. The same abandoned luggage announcement had played sixteen times since your arrival through security.

But you tried to think about the positive outcome of your travel. You saw yourself running up to him, hands slipping the bulky luggage to the ground as you threw your arms around him. He stood there smiling and calling you old nicknames you had been forced to read over text for six to seven years. And then he would take your hand and guide you to his car, his ever-present smile never faltering because you were there, and he was with you. It would be just like old times.

You thought about all of the places you would go and the people you would meet. Anxiety puddled your head when you thought about meeting his friends. They were untouchable, glamor and gold and all things Hollywood untold. And you were you, but Luke had changed, too.

-

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Still arriving at 6:13 in Terminal B?

You:

u bet ur (terminal B)um

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

That was one of your worst.

You:

ur right i gotta work on my comebacks on the flight

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

That wasn’t a comeback...?

You:

tHat WasN’t a CoMebAcK

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Die.

-

You fell asleep on the flight.

Economy class forced you between a professor in his mid-forties and an athletic coach whose knees nudged against yours every time he shifted. You had started the flight off with a movie, some Anna Kendrick rom-com that stimulated a headache worth three bottles of Ibuprofen. Soon enough you were hobbling over long legs, bladder aching from an unbearable pressure, and then the lavatory was occupied.

You filled the next few hours with a playlist you had made for the flight. Luke’s songs lulled you to sleep–– but you wouldn’t tell him that. You wouldn’t grant him the satisfaction, not unless the moment called for it. That moment only occurred a few times within a year. That moment occurred during the times he came to you when he thought he had no one else.

And you would never tell him how selfish you felt. You would never admit that you loved those moments because you felt important. You felt like he needed you.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for after you woke. The plane was dark and quiet, and not a soul breathed a word. So, you settled down into your seat and kept the light of your phone low. The time was 5:35 in the morning.

The airplane awakened a little after six o’clock, brightness flooding in followed by a chorus of groans and moans. You toyed with the sleeves of your jacket and felt incredibly small. The nerves in your chest simmered, and you thought about the shaky steps you would soon take to reach the arms of an old friend. You didn’t know why the blistering excitement felt so bad. You wanted to sit back down and take a one-way flight all the way back home.

-

Luke was in airports all too often.

He grew accustomed to suitcases rattling against filthy marble floors. He memorized the high-pitched, buzzy tone of squeaking escalators in frequented terminals. The familiarity overwhelmed him, and he had almost convinced himself he was among the many travelers on this day.

But he stood alone, not a single ounce of hurry in his bones while he waited for the arrival of an old best friend. The rising sun outside seeped through the large glass windows, yet the warm colors touched his back and kept his chest cold. He wanted your embrace, and he wanted the heat of your smile. Because he didn’t quite remember how it made him feel. He saw your face through pictures and videos, but the comfort of your presence faded from his memories.

Strangers eyed him. He could picture them searching the depths of their brain and wondering why they knew him. At the moment, he wished he wasn’t known. He wished he was seventeen again, the year the excitement was fresh and when the world didn’t seem so small. He wished he still knew you like he had back then.

Luke was tired.

-

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

i need some fucking food

He felt nauseous and numb as he laughed at your words. It was like stage fright, like the intense, sickening nerves had hadn’t felt in years. His fingers trembled against the screen of his phone.

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

also where r u

can u meet at baggage claim

i get nervous when i have to pick up my bag

i get scared that i’m gonna miss it

is that weird

Luke’s stomach knotted, and he typed out a quick affirmation while he kept his eyes locked on the small crowd of faces. Faces that looked like they hadn’t slept in forty years. But then again, Luke felt as though he looked the same way.

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

what happens if i miss my bag

Luke:

It comes back around.

Don’t worry

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

fffuckkkkkk customs

Luke:

Lol.

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

escalators escalators escalators

Luke:

Eels.

-

Luke swallowed the bile rising to his throat. It had been years. He hadn’t seen you face-to-face in years, and he still wondered what it was about the moment that made him nervous. The anxiety caused him to shiver, and he tugged the sleeves of his sweater up and under his fingers. His eyes ached from lack of sleep, but he hoped your energy would change that. He hoped his nerves would ease the minute you opened your mouth. All he wanted was for it to feel natural.

He thought he saw you. He thought he had immediately recognized you from across the room, but the stranger was in a dress. Luke knew you would never––in your right mind––wear a dress to travel anywhere. So, he kept his eyes on the person as they walked away, and then there was a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey Squid.”

Luke glanced to his right, heart stammering in his chest at the sound of your voice. You were smiling, your eyes tired yet warm while the jean jacket you wore swallowed you whole. His jean jacket.

“You busy later?”

He cleared his throat and reached up to brush a few hairs away from his face. He didn’t know how to speak or initiate any kind of touch. He didn’t know how to talk to you anymore. “Yeah, sorry,” he mumbled with a small smile. “Got plans.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “You do?”

Luke hummed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking. “Meeting up with this old friend,” he said. “They flew all this way t’see me, and to be honest, that was kinda dumb of them.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you replied with a laugh. “We gonna hug or just like, stand here looking like assholes?”

“The latter,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. Luke laughed as he allowed himself to push down nerves and throw his arms around you. It was a warm hug, just like he wanted it to be. “I see you still got that fuckin’ jacket.”

“Technically, it’s your jacket,” you said, pulling away. Your hair was messy, but he found it endearing. You looked like his best friend even though the years had separated the two of you. You looked soft and sweet, and he didn’t know why he wanted to keep holding you.

You nodded to yourself. “Got my suitcase,” you told him. “No thanks to you. In case you didn’t know, this isn’t baggage claim.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “’m sorry. I’m tired.”

“Oh, sorry to bother you,” you replied, smiling brightly before sending him a wink. “I’ll be going then.” You took a few steps toward the door.

Luke caught your arm. “No, no, you’re not leaving me. We’ve come this far. You’re stuck with me.”

“Oh, joy.”

“I don’t need your sarcasm, babe,” he said, and two of you made your way outside into the cool morning.

You stumbled behind him, your suitcase smacking against large chunks of concrete on the sidewalk. “Babe? Shit. I just shuttered.”

Luke chuckled. His nerves hadn’t disappeared, but he tried hard to ignore them. He felt out of place. He felt as though his head and his body did not exist on the same plane. He felt like he was caught in a dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare.

“Hey, Lu?” You yawned and curled yourself up in the passenger seat of his car.

Luke thought you looked too damn good. He wanted to tell you. “If you put your feet on my dash, I’ll kill you,” he said instead.

You mumbled something incoherent.

Luke slid his keys into the ignition. “Okay, well, that was not English,” he said, “but nice try.”

“Shut up. I’m tired.”

“I’m tired,” he mocked.

You hit his arm, and his laughter filled the small car. “I’ll kill you first. I was gonna ask you if we can get breakfast, but I changed my mind.”

Luke kept his eyes on the road ahead of him, but he ached to look over at you. He ached to take you in and memorize you like he had done over seven years ago. “We can get breakfast, babe,” he said quietly, glancing your way, and then he smiled. Your knees were pressed to your chest, and you had closed your eyes.

At the stop sign, Luke waited a moment to accelerate. The sunrise painted gold into the sky and onto your skin. He wondered if you had always looked this beautiful. He wondered if he had ever thought so before. All he could remember was the present, and every memory was drowned out by the soft scent of your perfume in his car.

The jean jacket you wore had been his once. He never saw how it looked on you. And he never imagined that the sight of you in it would one day take his breath away.

-

“Do you think I should leave it unbuttoned like this?”

“You’re really asking for my opinion on that?”

“Yes.”

You narrowed your gaze.

“Okay, you’re right,” he said, “unbuttoned it is.”

You rolled your eyes. “Love that my opinion is so valued.”

It had only been a day. Your body clock had yet to reset to the time difference, and you spent the afternoon prior knocked out on Luke’s bed with Petunia cuddled against your stomach. It hadn’t been a terrible way to nap, although your neck ached when you woke. The situation was still surreal. You still refused to believe you had traveled across the globe to visit someone you felt like you hardly knew. Except you did know him. He was Luke. He ate his gummy worms with peanut butter.

Yet, your eyes lingered on his figure on your way into his kitchen. You gazed a little too long when he talked about his plans with you. Whenever he nudged your shoulder or poked your arm, you thought about his touch for a few minutes after. It had only been a day.

And it didn’t take long for him to invite you out to a club.

You didn’t like the feeling of the leather seats against your thighs on the drive into the city. Your shorts had ridden up, and you had the sense that something about the night was off. It wasn’t the intoxicating fragrance of Luke’s cologne or the exposed bit of chest that drove you wild. It wasn’t the unbroken melody he sang loudly or the expensive boots that added an inch or two to his already-towering height. It was how expensive he looked–– how untouchable he was. You had thrift your jean shorts for $15, and Luke was missing a button off of his designer shirt. But there was something else about the night that bothered you, and you couldn’t quite place it. So, you belted along to his favorite songs and pretended as though you didn’t feel sick to your stomach.

Luke’s smile hardly faltered throughout the night. He introduced you to faces you assumed you would never see again, and then he would buy you another drink without asking. You could feel his energy, and not even the blasting bass could distract you from the weight of his laughter. He knew everyone, but it didn’t come as a shock. He had always loved people, and people had always loved him.

So, you sat quietly on the couch, feeling miles apart yet inches away at best. You twirled the tiny straw with two fingers and watched your old best friend bounce from person to person. He had a big heart, you told yourself, he loved people. But the thoughts never pushed down the sinking feeling that he had forgotten about you. It was halfway through the night, and you had been sitting alone for forty-seven minutes. Luke was nowhere to be seen.

You:

luke

You placed your phone in between your thighs. One single text had sent your heart into your throat, and you weren’t sure why. You weren’t sure why you felt so sick at the thought of his response.

You:

r u ok

where’d u go

A few strangers crowded around the couch Luke placed you at. It was his usual spot, he said. No one ever took his spot. But you sat alone, and not a soul cared to join you. They knew you didn’t belong here.

You:

string bean

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

I’m okay.

:-)

You sighed, letting your head rest against the leather cushion while you watched drunken interactions play out. A song you recognized played throughout the cramped club, and you wished you were anywhere else. You wished you were on a bench overlooking the ocean with a bag of tacos separating you and your friend. You wished you were on the bike path by your house, hand-in-hand with someone you had known all too well. You wished you hadn’t fallen witness to a life you had no part in. You wished you could be the person he wanted you to be.

You:

ok i’m just chillin

The empty glass from your drink had perspired onto the table. After a while, the heat of the room had melted the ice as well, and you were stuck wishing you could conjure up the courage to join the crowd. But you couldn’t. You felt out of place, like you didn’t quite belong. All eyes told you so. You carried on waiting, but you were no longer sure what it was you were waiting for.

You:

r u getting hungry

You stopped waiting for a response after fifteen minutes. Luke had left you for two hours in a club, in some town you had never been to before. He had left you, and you had only been with him for a day. An unsettling feeling grew in your stomach, but you wanted to reject it as much as you could. It was Luke, the boy who shot carrots out of his Nerf Guns but ended up giving himself a black eye. It had to be the same Luke.

You gathered up some strength to stand up. The battery on your phone had been roasted from too many games of Solitaire, and Luke still wasn’t answering your texts. You reached down for your sweating drink, but a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your shoulders before you could.

“Sleepy,” he said, smushing his face against your back. “Why do you smell like pancakes?”

Your body felt frozen beneath his touch. Every muscle tensed. “I don’t,” you replied. “Can we–– can we go? Is that okay?”

Luke’s arms slid off of you, and you could feel his presence now to the right of you. And for some reason, your head hurt at the thought of looking at him. Yet, you did. His curls had slicked down against his rosy, albeit shiny skin, and his eyes were red and droopy. For those few seconds, you weren’t sure why you had thought him attractive. But it quickly changed. He was looking at you, completely looking at you, and he could tell something was wrong.

“Yeah,” he said, his lips falling into a frown. “Course. You okay?”

You nodded and swallowed back the aching tears that threatened in your eyes. “Jet-lagged,” you mumbled. “That’s all.”

Luke nodded, too. “Okay. Yeah. We can go. I’ll get us an Uber.”

“What will you do about your car?”

He seemed to shrug it off, but it was hard to tell through the mass of sweaty bodies. “She’ll be fine. I’ll find a way to get her.”

“I’m sorry.” You hugged your arms close to your chest as the heat from the club transformed into the cool night air.

“No big deal,” said Luke. “Just another Uber trip to come get her. Then I can take her right back.”

“No, um, about leaving,” you responded. “I’m sorry that I wanted t’leave.”

Luke glanced at you from over his shoulder, brows furrowed and lip tugged between his teeth. “Don’t be, babe. I was gonna leave soon anyway.”

You nodded, and an uneasy silence settled in the air. You wished for the right words to say, but you brain went blank, and you found yourself counting cars that passed by.

“It’s really good to see you again,” said Luke after a while. His voice was low and hoarse, and it made you feel a new type of warmth. “Forgot what it was like t’be with you. It’s nice. Like a breath of fresh air.”

You smiled at him, but you knew that was all you could do.

“Missed you a lot.” He smiled at you, too, and through that smile, he whispered, “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

-

Luke thought it hurt to look at you. Because when he did, he was reminded of the person he had left behind, the person he could have been had he stayed. You reminded him of a lost potential within himself, and he didn’t like it. It made him feel dejected, like a lost cause. And looking at you caused much more pain than that. Looking at you was like looking at the world in color for the first time. He saw you differently, and he wondered if this was how he was always supposed to see you.

It was unavoidable— the dawning feeling that only worsened every day. You had only been with him for a week. A whole week of stealing glances and swallowing down irritant thoughts that a best friend shouldn’t have. A part of him felt like he couldn’t call himself that. He felt like he knew you, but he didn’t know you. He read your personality through words and not actions. Maybe it was time he opened his eyes to the person you had become.

-

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

can u not send me tweets rn

u r literally right next to me

loser

Luke:

Can you not be rude?

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

no

Luke:

Fight me.

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

hehe ok

kinky

Luke:

Shut up

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

i feel the sexual tension already

-

Luke took a breath and glanced your way. The afternoon had been spent with his friends; a brimming beer cup soirée spent around the fire in Calum’s backyard. And for some reason, Luke felt like an anomaly. He had better luck counting the hairs on his leg than concentrating on a single conversation. Meanwhile, you cradled your first drink of the night, torso hidden behind the heavy jean jacket he once owned. Beneath it, only a floral bathing suit covered you, and it was enough to make Luke wonder why he had bothered leaving home in the first place.

He couldn’t hear what his friends said, but he could focus in on every little thing about you. From the shape of your legs, all tucked in beneath you to the small smile you wore as you listened to his friends speak. Your hair had dried from the few minutes you spent in the pool, and after a while, you pulled it out of your face and up into a bun. Luke thought you looked pretty, and he knew it wasn’t the initial heat of the fire that warmed him.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was wrong. You were quiet––timid almost––while you gazed at the palm shadows against the sunset. Even beyond the smiles, you seemed lost. Luke wanted to know why.

-

Luke:

You hungry?

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

fucking starving

tell cal to get better snacks

Luke:

Lol.

I want tacos

Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:

yoooooooooooooo

can we get tacos?

Luke:

Let’s get some fucking tacos

-

You hadn’t realized how hard it would be.

Luke started a new life for himself seven years prior, and it messed up your world for a while. It had messed up plans and memories you wanted to make with him. You started your own life without the company of your best friend, but he was still a text message away whenever you needed. Because he was still your friend. He still told you every little detail about his life. You knew how things had changed for him, whether they were for better or worse.

You hadn’t realized you would one day face the life he chose for himself. You hadn’t realized how hard it would be. He was the same, but he was so different. Being here simply acted as a reminder that you no longer fit into his life.

It came to you in heavy waves. When the overall reality hit, it hit like a sheet of sadness. You were washed over by emotions while Luke carried on about his favorite restaurant in Italy. You had never been to Italy or France or Spain. You had never been on grandiose adventures, not like Luke. It only hurt because you wished you had been by his side.

The two of you swung by his place for a change of clothes. There was an unexplainable silence that you chose not to break. You felt as though any word from your lips would feel forced, so you kept quiet instead. When you walked back out into the living room in an old tee and leggings, Luke was already there. He was already waiting for you in the patchy jean jacket that you treasured simply because it once belonged to him.

“Still fits, I guess,” he said, and you smiled. It was like old times, so you took a picture of the moment. Luke shot a goofy grin your way, and you had to pretend like it didn’t make your stomach flutter.

“Are there are any taco places you know of that are still open?” you asked Luke after settling into the car. You kept your hands pressed between your thighs. “I’m not really feeling like shitting my pants at a Taco Bell.”

Luke laughed. “Yeah, I know a place.” He turned on the ignition, and right off the bat, a song by The Summer Set began to blast through the speakers. And it felt like a tension had been swept away with the music.

He kept the windows down as you drove, his one hand firm on the wheel and the other out against the breeze. When he sang, he sang low. You couldn’t find it in yourself to sing at all. You could hardly look at him. Yet, you had given into temptation. You gazed at him during the verses and glanced away at the choruses, letting the city lights seep in while you listened to his soft voice. Luke drummed on the wheel during the upbeat melodies, and you found yourself reminiscing on old memories no matter how much you wanted to repress them.

He had always been an awkward kid. The heart on his sleeve never faded or splintered–– it just grew with each passing day. His presence made any form of discomfort wash away, and it still felt that way now. But, as people do, he had changed, and you struggled to find the good in everything. Around you, it was the same Luke you knew. Around others, he had built up a façade for himself. It broke your heart.

Street lamps glistened against the pavement as rain drizzled down. It didn’t last long, and the droplets on the windshield soon dried, but it left an earthy petrichor in the air. A comforting scent that only came with rain. The breeze slipped through your fingers, and you soon felt the words of familiar songs bubble in your chest. They left your lips a second later just as you began to smile. There was something oddly beautiful about the melancholy moment.

So, Luke sang loudly, his hands hitting the wheel while you cried your favorite lyrics. It all came rushing back, and the sorrow melted away. You wished Luke had never left, but you were happy to have this night with him.

-

You unwrapped your taco on your lap. “I’m not gonna tell you you’re wrong for putting that much sour cream on your taco,” you said, kicking your feet out on the stone wall before you, “but you disgust me.”

The waves crashed along the shoreline in the distance, and the beach was dark and eerie. It didn’t matter that it was ten o’clock at night–– the nearby park was busy and loud.

“Oh, I forgot to ask,” said Luke, “is it okay if I put sour cream on my taco?”

You kicked his thigh as he broke out in hysterics, and you thought, this is it–– this is what I’ve been waiting for.

“If you get that shit on my jacket, I’ll kill you,” you responded, meanwhile taking an unattractive bite out of the hard shell of your taco. Shredded cheese fell to the ground below.

“Isn’t it technically my jacket?”

You shrugged “Maybe if you had actually bothered keeping it.”

Luke let out a small gasp, and a large dollop of sour cream plopped against the wrapping on his lap. “Maybe if you were smart enough, you’d realize I let you keep it.”

“Oh, shit. That stings.”

“Good.”

“Fuck you,” you said with a laugh. “I deserved to keep it. I was the one who added all of those patches anyway.”

Luke furrowed his brows. “Not true. I added––“ He twisted around and pointed at a small bunny patch on the shoulder. “––this one.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tongue. “You deserve more credit for the tiny bunny patch you found on the side of the road.”

“Thank you.” Luke sighed and grinned, sending a wink your way before biting into his sour cream-coated taco.

You watched the hard-shell crack and fall apart beneath his grip, and you watched as he pouted once the food hit his lap. You stared for too long, burning the image of him in your brain until you were confident it was permanently in there. It burned a little too hot and for a little too long. It continued to burn along the highway while the waves stirred beside you. You were nestled between the hills and the ocean, a cute boy to your left and a strip of heaven laid down before you.

Luke drove for an hour, taking exit after exit until he pulled off near the mouth of a lake in the mountains. The air was stale yet breezy, and exhaustion overwhelmed you. But you kept your eyes from drooping just so you could keep looking at the person you hadn’t realized you missed.

“Come home soon,” you whispered into the dark night. Bugs and other creatures hummed in the distance, meanwhile, you kicked up the crumbled pavement and leaned back against his car. “It hasn’t been home without you.”

Luke let out a quiet laugh, but it was muffled between his lips. “Gonna get all sappy on me now, huh, babe?” he asked, but his smile soon fell when his head turned to face you. He swallowed and faced the stagnant water ahead. “I wanna come home,” he said, “but I feel like I don’t belong there anymore.”

“You’ve always belonged.”

Luke didn’t speak.

“I don’t belong here,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You had expected an outrageous reaction, something that assured you that he thought you did belong. But he stayed quiet. “This whole city, this place, it’s–– I mean it’s wonderful. I love it. But it’s not me.”

“It’s weird to have you here,” said Luke. His voice had lowered into a faint hush, yet you felt it in your bones. “Not bad weird. You’re just home. You feel like home. I’m not used to that here.”

“You’re home,” you mumbled.

Luke didn’t waste another moment. He pulled you into a hug, one that reminded you of teenage years and restless late nights. It reminded you of a warmth you lost, of strong arms that hadn’t held you in seven years. His chest expanded with each breath, and you listened closely to the air as it left his lips. And then you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into the rough denim along his back. You couldn’t help but press yourself against his chest in order to feel his heartbeat in sync with yours. You ached to embrace his scent–– you ached to embrace everything about him.

There was something in the air as you pulled away, something thicker than the hint of humidity. Whatever it was, you had trouble letting go of Luke. It felt like you had stood there for ages, just staring at his chest and holding onto his waist as if your life depended on it. You felt like crying, and you felt nervous. Something about his presence made you nervous.

When you looked up, Luke had already been looking down at you. A small smile was playing on his lips, and you could hardly see the twinkle in his eye through the dark night. But you weren’t focusing on his eyes. You focused in on that smile, the one that stretched his smooth, pink lips just slightly. The one that kindled some spark in your chest, and you couldn’t look away.

Luke placed a hand on your jaw, his long, slim fingers cradling you in a soft manner. “You okay?” he asked breathily.

You replayed his words in your head and thought about the ways his lips moved around them. No, you weren’t okay. But you didn’t mind the feeling.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. At the same time, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. The desire to kiss him was overwhelming, and it ached and ached. You tightened your grip on his waist, eyes flickering back up to where his lips had pulled into a concerned pout.

Luke let out a breath and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers were firm on the back of your head, and then he pulled you in. His lips were on yours, hard yet passion-filled, and neither of you could move. But when he ran out of air, Luke pulled away slowly. His top lip brushed yours as he moved, yet the pressure never left. It still felt like he was kissing you.

Luke had kissed you. And you hadn’t wanted him to stop.

You smiled, fingers toying with the opening of his jean jacket as you glanced down at your shoes. “That was new,” you said lowly.

He laughed, meanwhile running his thumb along the apple of your cheek. It made you feel safe. “Sure was,” he mumbled. “Not bad, though.”

“No,” you replied, looking up. His gaze was intense, but it was the kind of intensity that summoned butterflies. You shrugged. “Not bad at all.”

“Good,” said Luke. “Cos I was plannin’ on kissing you again, but I wasn’t sure if we were on the same page, or––“

You tugged him in and leaned forward to press your lips on his again. You felt him smile against the kiss, and you had to smile, too. Luke’s opposite hand met your other cheek as the kiss deepened. You didn’t mind it–– you had no reason to mind it. In fact, you loved it. You craved it. It was warm and soft, and it made your toes curl. His lips felt like velvet. The heat crawled up into your chest, but the kiss soon ended before the moment carried on.

You felt lighter than air. Small puffs of air escaped your lips while you tried to laugh. And Luke was laughing, too. You were each other’s best friend, and you had kissed.

“Wanna keep driving?” Luke asked you, tracing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

You grinned and nodded before pecking his lips. And then you skipped over to the passenger seat to once again fill the night with new memories to be made.

-

Luke grabbed your hand and laced your fingers with his while The Summer Set continued to blast throughout his car. It felt good to touch you, to finally feel you after all of these years. For some reason, he craved your touch even more now. It had only been a week, yet Luke quickly realized the effect you had on him. It had never been like this before, and he was relieved to know you felt the same way, too. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He wanted every piece of you.

“Should we head back home?” you asked at around two in the morning, lips red from the 7-Eleven slushie you were slurping.

Luke smiled at your appearance. His heart swelled at the sight of you so comfortable in his company. It made him want to hold you and never let go. “You gettin’ tired, babe?”

You giggled. “Never said that.”

Luke’s face physically ached from the weight of his grin.

“I like it when you call me that,” you said.

“Hm?”

“When you call me ‘babe’,” you spoke. “I like it.”

Luke felt a chill rush over him. He wanted to call you “babe” every single fucking day–– he never wanted to stop. “Yeah, babe?”

You hummed.

Luke’s hand instinctively reached out to place itself on your thigh, and he froze. But you didn’t react. When he looked over, your smile hadn’t left.

“Is this okay?” he asked you, fingers burning and shifting against your leggings. His eyes left the road for a split second to watch you nod. Luke smiled again and squeezed your thigh, emitting a quick squeal from you. The sound was music to his ears, and he couldn’t believe how fast he had fallen for everything about you.

The silence that fell over was comfortable.

“Is this what Brian felt like when he wrote Passenger Seat?” you asked after a while.

Luke glanced at you, smile still wide as he slowly replied, “it’s exactly what he felt.”

He took you down to a small beach off of the beaten path after that. The waves were loud, almost violent as he kept his hand firmly locked with yours. The breeze had picked up, but he could still hear your teeth chattering through the gusts.

“Gosh, sure is nice to have a jacket to keep me warm right now,” said Luke while he set himself down into the sand.

“Sh-shut the fuck up,” you muttered, plopping right beside him. “You’re such a fucking j-jackass.”

Luke laughed and took off his jacket, nevertheless. You pulled it over you before falling against him, head nestling onto his shoulder as you brought your knees up for warmth.

“It’s so dark,” you said a few moments later. “Did you come here to murder me?”

“How’d you know?” gasped Luke.

You shoved him away, he only tugged you in closer. You set your head on his lap, and the two of you sat there for thirty minutes in complete silence. He hadn’t wanted to stay quiet–– he had so many things bouncing about in his brain, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say a single word. He couldn’t tell you that this week had been the best week of his entire life, and he couldn’t beg you to stay. He couldn’t keep you in a city you hated to be in.

It had hurt to hear you say that, but he didn’t disagree. Los Angeles didn’t fit you; it never would, no matter how much he wanted you to stay with him. You belonged in comforting towns, ones filled with life and love but held hopes and dreams high. You belonged with him, yet he wasn’t sure where he belonged either. It was too painful to think about.

So, Luke kissed your forehead and ran his fingers along your arm. If he could hold you forever, then he wouldn’t have to think about anything else. He wouldn’t have to think about saying goodbye to you within the next week. He wouldn’t have to think about losing all of the built-up feelings that had surfaced within the past few days. He wouldn’t have to think about losing you.

You were curled up in the passenger seat of his car on the ride home. Your eyes had succumbed to exhaustion at the beach, and he carried you all the way back without stirring you awake. It filled his heart with so much love to see you so calm and peaceful–– he wanted to take you home and hold you for the rest of his life. But he couldn’t do that. He buckled you in, kissed your forehead once more, and then drove home in silence. It left him alone with his thoughts, and he didn’t like that.

“Lu?” Your eyes fluttered open as he unbuckled you and prepared to take you into his home.

“Mornin’, darling,” he said, cracking a smile.

You hummed. “You don’t have t’carry me,” you said, “but thank you.” You rubbed at your tired eyes, and he grabbed your hands to help lift you out of the car. You fell against him and pulled him into a tight hug.

He chuckled, but he didn’t say anything. He just held you close.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you mumbled into his shirt. You leaned back to look up at him.

Luke smiled, and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He kissed you softly before pulling you back into a hug. “I’ve missed you, too.”

-

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

On my way home.

Still okay with going to the party?

You:

ya i wanna black out and vomit in a pool

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

Please do not do that.

You:

don’t poop on my party

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

It’s technically not your party

You:

party pooper

stinky pooper

ur stinky

lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:

You’re stinky.

You:

yes

-

The next day was weird.

It felt like the night prior had been some drug-induced dream filled with romcom storylines inside a coming-of-age film. It was an old memory resurfaced–– a moment you had shared with him many years prior. Things changed so suddenly.

And neither of you spoke of it. You didn’t know how to. At the same time, you weren’t sure you wanted to.

It had been beautiful in the moment, but thinking back, you weren’t sure it had been a good idea. Luke was Luke, a famous rock star living among the elites in Lost Angeles, and you were a shell of a best friend, old remnants of a life he used to live. You weren’t the one for him, and you never had been. He had too many choices before him; he wouldn’t choose his best friend.

A friend was hosting a birthday party, one you assumed would involve a cake and stupid decorations, perhaps presents as well. But the house was packed upon arrival, and it felt more like a frat party than anything. You wished you had known, yet you fisted the skirt of your black dress and ambled in behind Luke, feeling more like a lost puppy than ever.

Because he had always been a people person. He had always loved people.

You lost him at some point in the night. You scoured the premises, searching for his bright red button-down amongst the sea of illustrious eyes. And then there was you, looking sad and somewhat angry while you searched for your best friend. He had done this only a week ago. He had left you to fend for yourself against a pack of B-list wolves. You hardly felt human in comparison.

Sweat had accumulated against your back while you wandered the crowded rooms. You admired the architecture through a Mike’s Hard haze, wishing you had left town when Luke did to maybe make a name for yourself in and amongst the wealthy. The guilt would have eaten you alive; it would have been all at Luke’s expense.

You found him in the kitchen at one point during the night. He stood there with his friends crowded around, a dazzling yet drunken smile etched on his features, and it seemed as though his eyes alone lit the whole room. The knot building in your stomach was uncomfortable. His laugh echoed, and you had to excuse yourself before he could glance your way.

So, you wandered again and retraced your steps, wondering if you would ever know your place in a world this big. It felt like you never would.

You hadn’t gotten black-out drunk, nor did you vomit in a stranger’s pool. Instead, you sat by that pool with your feet plunged into the illuminated water, fingers still cradling the neck of your lemonade while you listened to strangers talk. The bright blue below made you feel sick, so you stared up at the light-polluted sky and hoped for the night to be over soon.

And then there was a tap on your shoulder.

“Jesus Christ–– thought I lost ya for good,” said Luke, voice hoarse and slurred while he slumped down onto the brick beside you. He stuck his feet in the water without rolling up his pants.

“Nope,” you mumbled. “Been here.”

Luke was smiley, and the freckles on his nose seemed more prominent under the teal hue from the pool.

“Where’d you go?” you asked him, yet your heart ached at the thought of him leaving you the way he did. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Uh, y’know.” Luke shrugged. “This, there, n’ that.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know.”

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Luke, fingers running along the surface of the water before gently splashing your knees. “Wanted t’show my girl around. People kept asking ‘bout you.”

���Your–– your girl?” The words rattled around in your brain, but at the moment, they didn’t settle quite right. They would have sounded wonderful the night prior. But you weren’t property. You weren’t his girl.

Luke glanced at you, eyes shiny and dark, and his lips tugged into a lazy smile. He smelled of whiskey sour and bourbon, a combination that made your stomach churn. You admitted his proximity intimidated you, and you admitted that you wanted nothing more than to go back to last night.

Suddenly, Luke was leaning in to kiss you, and all you could do was push him back. It had been sloppy and wet. It had been wrong.

You couldn’t speak.

“Sorry?” he asked. His eyebrows scrunched together.

You stood quickly, reaching down to fix your dress before you walked off. Luke was hot on your tail.

“I thought you were cool with that!” he exclaimed as he stomped through the grass behind you. A few strangers turned their heads, so you faced him and kept him close. “Did last night mean anything to you?”

“Yes,” you said flatly. “Last night meant everything to me. But last night means nothing now. It has to mean nothing now.”

Luke laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Us, Luke,” you said, holding out your arms. “We’ve been best friends for like, ten years, and suddenly that changes in one night. Maybe if we were on similar paths, it would actually work. But it doesn’t work, Luke. It just doesn’t. Not for us.”

His face relaxed, and his lips pulled into a frown. “Not for us?” he whispered. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that you’re you,” you said, “and I’m me. We live on two different parts of the world, and we still don’t know where we belong. It’s not the right time–– if there’s even a right time at all.” You hugged your bare arms as a light breeze blew over.

“Who fucking cares?”

“I care,” you replied.

Luke let out an exasperated sigh. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, laughing lightly. “Why do you have t’care? Just say fuck it. Do what you fuckin’ want.”

“No, Luke, I can’t just do that––“

“God, you’re being so annoying.”

You blinked. “I’m–– what?”

Luke blanched and swallowed. “Nothing.”

“I’m being so annoying?” you asked with a smirk. “Oh, wow. Okay. Sorry. I guess I’ll stop being so annoying then.”

“No,” said Luke. “I didn’t mean that.”

“You can’t take it back.”

“Please.” His eyes widened, and his sincerity radiated off of him. “I didn’t––“

“What did you mean?”

“What?”

You sighed. Your stomach hurt, and you wanted to just go home. “If you didn’t mean it, then what did you mean?”

Luke shrugged. “Just think you’re being kinda unreasonable.”

“What?” you questioned. “Because I don’t like it here?”

“Because you’re not open to trying!” yelled Luke.

His raised voice made your heart stop. It made every built-up emotion ache to release in an instant. But you wouldn’t let yourself cry. “I want to try,” you said weakly. “I wanna try so badly. But I wanna be happy, Lu.”

He folded his arms over his chest.

“I’m happy with you,” you continued. “But I’m not gonna be happy here. As much as I like being with you, it’s not gonna cancel any of that out.”

Luke didn’t reply. He stared at you, eyes glazed and emotionless.

“I’m gonna go home,” you said.

“Okay.”

You nodded. “I mean, home home.”

Luke’s eyes filled with another unreadable emotion. “Why?”

You sighed again, but this time, you felt annoyed as well. You felt like every feeling from the night prior had dripped from your shoulders. You felt like it had all gone down the drain. “I don’t belong here,” you said.

“Yes, you fucking do!”

“I’m going home,” you repeated, this time harsher as your eyes brimmed with tears.

Luke’s composure fell. There was silence for a moment, and then he nodded. He nodded twice. “Okay,” he mumbled. “Okay.”

-

Luke had been peeling the skin from around his nails.

The two days following the party had been spent in heavy tension. It took every ounce of him to not bring it up–– he wanted to talk about everything he had said, yet the more time that passed, the more he forgot. But he remembered every change in your expression, and his stomach churned at the thought of him upsetting you the way he did. He wanted to take it all back.

You didn’t mention it either. You packed up your belongings quietly, and he didn’t bother you. He didn’t bother exhausting you over words that meant little in the grand scheme of things. Because as much as he wanted you to stay, he knew that you had no choice. In a perfect world, he could drop everything for you. In a perfect world, he could settle down and be with you for the rest of his life. Nobody made decisions in the span of a week, but he wished he could.

He saw you. He didn’t want to see anyone else.

Luke drank his coffee cold on your last day. It stained his white shirt, yet he kept his feet planted against the tiles in his kitchen. He didn’t go change because you were back in the guest room, and he knew that his chest would hurt the sight of you. He knew he would try to say things to make you stay. He knew that they would fail.

He heard the wheels of your suitcase before he saw you. And then you were there, jean jacket draped over your arm while you waited for him to speak up. Luke didn’t know how to talk anymore. He only felt dejection.

“My flight leaves in four hours,” you said, grip tightening around the handle of your suitcase.

Luke nodded. He wanted to believe you were sad, too. He wanted to believe you still thought about that night only days ago.

“I can call a cab,” you continued with a shrug. A light-hearted shrug that felt out-of-place.

He shook his head. “I’ll take you,” he said, but his voice was weak.

“Okay.”

And the familiar silence clicked back into place. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It hadn’t felt like this before. Leaving you at sixteen was full of smiles and “see-you-soon”’s. But with you leaving now, it felt like you were leaving for good.

Luke nodded again. “Okay.”

The ride to the airport was quiet. It was a sickening quiet, one that brought on the urge to cry and scream. He wanted to yell at himself for being so fucking ridiculous. His fingers tensed against the steering wheel.

When Luke parked the car, the words “I’m sorry” tumbled from his lips.

You glanced over. “What for?”

A part of him wanted to laugh. You knew the exact reasons why he felt sorry.

But he just shrugged. “For throwing you into my life,” he said. “It was selfish of me. I didn’t think about how it would make you feel.”

“You didn’t mean it like that,” you replied. “I know you didn’t. You were just showing me your life.”

“But it was too much.”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

You gave Luke a small, sad smile before reaching over and grabbing his hand. You intertwined your fingers with his.

“If it’s okay,” you said, “I’d still like to be a part of your life.”

Luke smiled, too. “Yeah,” he breathed out. “It’s always okay.”

-

You felt sick.

You held Luke’s hand on your way into the airport, and you dreaded letting go. You dreaded the idea of possibly never feeling his touch again. You weren’t saying goodbye for good, but it felt like you were.

“Here’s where I leave you,” he mumbled, voice breaking at the last few words, and his grip on your hand loosened.

You refused to let him go. When you turned around, Luke’s façade had chipped. His eyes welled with tears, and soon enough, yours had, too. You pushed yourself against him in a tight embrace, arms meeting around his neck while his wrapped around your waist. The tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them.

You wondered why it was so hard. You wondered why it hurt so much.

You held him for as long as you could before losing your balance. Yet, when you pulled away, you didn’t let go of him. You stood on your toes to brush your nose against his.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, clutching the collar of his shirt as you pressed your lips to his through tear slicked cheeks.

Luke held you closer, and this time, he didn’t let you pull away. His lips were warm and wet, but it was perfect. Everything about him was perfect. It hurt so much. You wanted to kiss him forever.

When all air ceased, Luke rested his forehead against yours, and you could feel his own tears falling against your skin. His breath was hot on your lips. And then you pulled him in again, teeth clashing in a hard yet heartbreaking kiss. You didn’t care–– you just needed to feel his lips again.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled.

Your arms weakened around his shoulders, hands soon resting on his chest as you began to move away. It hurt to smile, but you did it anyway. “Gonna miss you, Squid,” you said, and your eyes watered once more.

Luke sniffed, and as your hand cupped his cheek, he leaned into you. He let out a breath. “Gonna miss you, too,” he said.

Your hand fell back to your side. “Well,” you said, swallowing down the tears that threatened to spill. You shot him another smile. “I’ll let you know when I land.”

He nodded. “Yeah, um––“ He scratched the back of his head. “Thank you.”

So, you nodded, too. “See you soon, String Bean.”

And finally, Luke smiled, too.

You gathered your belongings and slowly made your way to the security line, stomach twisting as your thoughts invaded. You couldn’t shake the negative feelings away. Every glance over your shoulder reminded you that you didn’t want to say goodbye. Every step felt erroneous. You looked back at Luke.

He waved at you, and your chest caved in.

It was wrong. Everything was wrong.

Your eyes scanned the line and the many travelers waiting with their tickets in hand. You looked at the agents who seemed less than pleased to be there that day. And finally, you locked your gaze back on Luke again, and your heart tugged.

It was wrong.

So, you left the line and walked back over to him, and he watched you the entire time.

“I’m sure there’s a later flight,” you sputtered out, heart pounding in your chest while a grin spread on his cheeks. You smiled in return.

“Yeah,” he said, laughing. “I’m sure there is.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck again and kissed him until your head spun. It finally felt so right.

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[atsumusc0ck]

congrats on 200!! can i pls get a cursed pic & some groovy headcanons for me and the bane of my existence, suna?

my fav colour is a muted blue-green (?? if that ?? makes sense ?? if it doesnt lmao its blue)

i am a struggling sci student w a passion for social justice and social issues. i got a quiz result that said i was “piratecore” and thats the most accurate thing ive ever received in my life. i do a classic biweekly spiel to my friends about destroying the patriarchy, eating the rich, abolishing the police, rejecting the binary, etc.

i’m bisexual, shorter than you think (think of the shortest adult you’ve met, i’m shorter), gym rat pre-covid days. my goal was to become absolutely stacked. just huge. i thirst over bokuto’s thighs but on god do i want thighs like that. i have a complex in the gym where i am Gym Bros with everyone but ive also been told i walk around like i’m about to punch someone lmao

i listen to lots of kpop and religiously drink coffee from my nespresso bc it brings me too much joy. i think suna irl would like, step on me and not in a fun way lmao i’m like pretty introverted but i can potentially Turn On The Charisma. once u get to know me a lil i like to think i’m chill. like, i’m a nerd. but chill idk

my vibe is like. soft safe autumn comfort? lots of oversized sweaters and warm tones and hugs? i’ve been told i have a calming presence? i am Very Caring, ride or die, express affection easily. i like giving my friends little things and making sure they feel validated and loved. my love languages are physical affection and quality time. facetime me for 12 hours in silence type beat. i physically cannot perceive myself anymore so uhh hope this is good!

take ur time with this, get to it whenever, take care of urself first <3 thanks for doing this event i think its real rad and i’m so sorry i just physically typed “real rad”

— artemis (@/ushiwakajimas)

@ushiwakajimas to make sure you see it

How you met: simple, point blank, he meant to throw something at Osamu to say it was Atsumu to egg them on. He hit you instead.

Song: Dorks - Aesop Rock

Sfw:

- will feast on the rich with you, says he’ll get Osamu to cook ‘em

- you both comment on hot folx you see out n about like

- “2 o’clock orange dress she’s stunning” but he’s always point out how no one is as pretty as you but damn that chick has a fine ass

- you both share quality time as a love language

- loves picking you up from the gym and sometimes even working out with you

- but lets face it you may be small but you could destroy Suna fit ICON

- is drawn to the fact you aren’t overly out gowing

- highschool was filled with enough over the top people

- he enjoys the simplicity with you

- pda isnt like overly in peoples face

- but loves giving you forehead kisses

- however at parties he is ALL OVER YOU

- holding you, kissing you, sucking on your neck as you try to talk to someone

- he may not understand everything you study

- but he will pull all nighters with you to study

- going over flash cards and pop quizes together

- he’s always there for you

- whenever you send him a selfie or facetime him he’s gassing you up

- “hot damn you look fucking good”

- for you he just goes mushy and only you

- he loves taking naps with you

- anywhere anytime

- movie date? He’s asleep head against your shoulder

- so vulnerable and cute

Nsfw:

- i headcanon suna to be a kinky fucking bastard

- loves fucking you whenever there is a chance you mught get caught

- a bit jealous so leaves you covered in marks

- will GUARANTEE you will not be able to walk on your own for awhile

- oral fixation

- ball gags, chocking, fingers in your mouth, oral recieving and giving, spitting into your mouth and making you swallow

- degredation but praise mixed together

- it’s a vibe

- lives being ridden and just watching you and your body glisten with sweat

- and the sweet moans that escape your lips

- every now and then he bottoms

- it is a blessing you get to ruin him like he does to you all the time

- he has a box of fun things he keeps by the bed so sex is always exciting and fun

- study breaks? Study break quickies

- will eat you out as you try to fucking do your homework

- not one part of his home is sacred you’ve smashed on every surface

- squeezes your thighs until his hand marks are fucking imprinted forever

- you’ll have to buy a lotta turtle necks with this mans

- after care is cozy

- puts your favorite sweater in the dryer for a few minutes so its soft and warm

- makes you tea or coffee depending on the time of day

- snuggles

#z.200

[fieryfafarfanfics]

Ecstatic Requiem 2

 Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin.  Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar.  Beep! Beep!  Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message.  Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff?  Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

 Quickly fingers start to reply his text.  Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers?  A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep!  Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left  Warm eyes widen in shock.  Me: eh??? theres still more???  Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down.  Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself  A snort slips out.  Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right?  Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope  She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in.  Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin.  Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi  Skitty <3: ANYWAYS,  Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky.  Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw.  Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho  Skitty <3: no  A single eyebrow raises in confusion.  Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ  Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite  If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back.  Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text.  Quickly she texts back.  Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`)  Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you  God, Kotone wants to scream right now.  Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen.  Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡*  Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love  Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter.  Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward.  After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek.  God, she feels so lucky to have him.  Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses.  Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while.  “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” ---  The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place.  Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in.  With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her.  Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart.    Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat.  Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter.  She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image.  She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met.  Ah, her face is blushing again.  “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him.  Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine.  Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner.  Celebi.  The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her.  How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death.  She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes.  Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living.  Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought.  No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has.  Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything.  Hands rub up and down her arms.  Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night.  Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself.  “Kotone?”  Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen.  “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball.  Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!”  “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake.  “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms.  Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?”  He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.”  He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength.  “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.”  “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?”  “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.”  “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?”  A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region.  It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple.    “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.”  Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance.  “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well.  Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand.   “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter.  “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place.  Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move.  “…bi—”  Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound.  “…C…e…bii—”  That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing.  “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands.  Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!”  Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

[obciidian-archived]

mother  of  the  year  award  goes  to...  ianthina  !

       excitement glistens in the mother’s eyes  ;  filled with pride and proudness .  this day only came once an year .  seunghwa’s birthday had been marked down on her calendar .  she only hoped that the young boy would love his presents that were neatly displayed on his bed ; artemis curling beside the items as if the small cat herself wanted to wish the young boy a happy birthday .   the witch wished she could be here to see him but with an emergency that beckoned her and lao  ;  she would have to wait until later tonight .  for now this would have to do until she had the chance to give him a hug in person .  gentle , for the final time , she organizes the two boxes on his bed ;  one that would contain new shoes for the young soccer player and a much smaller one  —  a necklace that was laced with her magic .  a pendent of moonlight charged cherry quartz  .  months of being soaked in protection herbs and tracing magic . it was sure to keep him in good hands . 

my dearest of hwa .

happy birthday ,seungie .  another year wiser and hopefully more happier .  i wish i would be home to see your face when you see this but sadly , a small emergency has came up.  i promise to be home later tonight and we can go out to celebrate but for now — enjoy these .  the biggest box if you haven’t been able to tell already is new cleats . i noticed you might need some new ones so , enjoy . use them to continue your passion and let them carry you beyond your desires .  as for the second box ; it’s a necklace.  its something i’ve been working on for a while and you know me , i’m all into that herbs and stuff .  so keep it on you at all times .   i hope you enjoy them , seunghwa .  i’m so thankful  to have you in my life.  may you always be so bright and kind . you are truly a beautiful star awaiting to shine brighter than the sun and i know one day you will. never let anything get in the way of your happiness and of your dreams.  you are still so young but i know that the future has many great plans for you .  happy 17th birthday ,  hwa . 

-love noona . 

ps. don’t overload on the cake first , i left you some birthday dinner on the table under the mesh food cover .  i’ll be back later tonight , promise .  for now have a good day , little one.  i love you , kiddo . 

      oh,  never  has  this  meager  little  obsidian  tinctured  heart  felt  such  felicity  –  to  extent  profound,  unfathomable…  he  is  filled  to  the  brim  with  naught  other  than  sheer  jubilation  and  relish.  to  such  degrees  that  he  must  erupt  at  any  given  moment.  the  grin  embellishing  his  plush  lips  is  oh  so  vast  nothing  can  compare  –  as  vast  at  oceans,  washing  over  all  false  trepidation  one  adolescent’s  heart  occupies  by  the  waves  the  foam  that  hits  the  shore  brings  sole  bliss  to  his  palpitating  thorax.  seunghwa  confides  that  there  must  be  nothing  furthermore  gratifying  than  coming  back  home  to  one  loving  pair  of  arms  to  embrace  him  –  he  confides  that  there  is  nothing  better  or  furthermore  forcible  than  the  love  ianthina  stores  for  him  in  that  golden  heart  of  hers.  and  hues  now  saturated  with  incandescence,  he  is  most  feasibly  the  happiest  pubescent  to  this  very  minute.  a  letter  held  close  to  his  heart,an  object  to  cherish  for  keepsakes  as  of  many  years  in  the  future  he  shall  look  at  it  and  recall  the  sweetness  of  candidly  unconditional  covet  and  endearment.  it  is  pressed  tightly  against  his  torso,  heaving  with  exhilaration  –  before  in  a  hasty  moment  he  checks  the  presents  which  he  is  so  beholden  of  –  the  notion  behind  them  keeps  him  at  a  state  of  brittle  emotionalism,  and  only  with  the  utmost  onerous  vigor  dare  he  halt  the  tears  from  his  eyes.  fingers  which  roam  over  the  necklace  hand - made  for  his  own  rapture,  they  place  it  on  his  neck.  and  in  a  moment  of  sheer  exuberance,  he  is  agitated  to  capture  one  of  his  infamous  selfies  to  send  to  the  woman  he  loves  most.  

[  sms:  my  one  and  only  😍 😘  ]  

noonaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

!!!!!!

come  back  home  asap  or  i’m  eating  all  the  cake  w/o  u  

this  was  the  best  gift  ever  btw  i’m  so  happy  i  can’t  talk  adsdfgnfddfgn

u  spoil  me  sm  icb  ily  tho  ur  like  ,,,,,,,,  the  best

come  home  so  i  could  Kiss  Your  Beautiful  Face

i’m  so  thankful  tho  dude  this  is  like  the  kindest  thing  anyone’s  ever  done  for  me  

i  stan  a  queen 👑

my  queen

ok  enough  sappiness  come  home  or  u  won’t  have  any  cake  left  over  !!

#hwa bday tag. #ian tag tba. #zephyrvm #we don't deserve ian #gdi hwa loves her sm icb #submission

[huangfilms]

Florist!Renjun

summary: i need cash because it’s summer and my parents don’t give me allowance so i applied for this job and on the first day someone ran into me and now i have coffee all over me and wow you’re pretty cute but i gtg and when i first check in for my shift i see you there,,, with my boss,,, who’s your grandma-- oh im working with you

(A/N) ok kids i am back with another renjun bulleted fic!!!! because i have nothing else to do!!! I honestly don’t know how this is going to go but I hope u like whatever i made, feedback is appreciated! also i suck at summaries so let’s Just Pretend that i have a decent summary up there

i mean I Love Flowers ya know

renjun is a flower himself but u dont know that yet

so it’s summer break and you want to make that ca$h money because ur parents don’t give u allowance during the summer,, that Blows.

okay well you decide to apply for some job in places that interest you

like the cafe around the corner of your family’s apartment complex

or the photography studio, or the arts studio

maybe even the animal shelter because!!! animals!!!

but none of those really caught your attention

sure u liked smelling coffee at like,, 5 am, and u liked taking nice pictures and drawing, and you loved!!! animals!!!

but the thing you loved the most

u guessed it!! flowers!!!

so there was a really cute flower shop that was just across your home

and you applied ofc

step one: done

all u need to do is to w a i t 

but you’ve checked out the place, and its literally the cutest place ever!!! 

you Really Want The Job Now

so you get a cute little envelope in the mail saying that you could start full time in like 2 days!

u get super psyched because it’s your first job

so fast forward two days, and u wake up bright and early because you’re really excited!!! 

when you walk in, you see the cutest old lady just watering the plants 

the door jingles since there’s a bell, and she turns around and just looks at you for like,, 5 seconds

and then she gives you THE MOST PRECIOUS SMILE EVER

so she goes in to tell you what you should do today, and says that her grandson will be working with you for summer as well

and you’re like??? oh 

because you don’t

you’ve never interacted,,

with,,, boys.

you get SHY my dude but it’s all good because he arrives tomorrow from where ever he came from

SO anyway, you water the plants, tend to the customers, and all that jazz

you go home and you start to think about her grandson,, like

what does he look like? is he nice or what??? how old,,, is he???

so you think about ur job and then you have anxiety because wow new people who might be ur age

that doesn’t mix well with you

(unless you’re a social butterfly but a bitch can’t relate)

so you wake up and you’re feeling a little nervous to meet this kid

you leave the house really early because you’re just gonna walk around to the cafe before your shift started

but then on the way, you bump into this Pure Soul

and he spills coffee all over you

and it’s ho t like that boy?? facts

who drinks hot coffee in summer

ANYWAY you jump in shock and let out a yelp from how hot it is, and then you look up about to POP OFF but then u take a look at him

and he’s a mess, he looks so flustered, he’s r e d, and he’s stuttering out apologies

and then he dabs your t-shirt with the s i n g l e napkin that he has, wasn’t going to help but hey, A for Effort

and u gotta admit, it’s kinda cute

but anyway you say that it’s fine, it was an honest mistake, and it was kind of, both of your faults.

so he apologizes once more and then offers up his light jacket, but then u refuse because your apartment isn’t even that far away.

so you leave hastily before u could get the Cute Boy’s Name

and u literally run to change into like a sweater or something, and then Blast to the flower shop

and u see that boy again with the cute old lady 

and then u connect th e dots

it’s the grandson

oh god

and your heart??? speedy fast, like,,, sonic Wishes

so you say a greeting to his gma, and then u speed walk to check in and then start your shift

idk u felt lowkey embarrassed cause!! cute boy!! u ran!! now hes h ere!!

it isnt until the pot is overflowing to know that youre overthinking a lot, and there’s like,,, a huge puddle,, at your feet,,,

so you almost drop the stupid watering can and then fuck your life over because that boy??

across from u

in the next isle

looking at u

and he

He Smiles That Smile

I think he was trying not to laugh because he puts his hand over his mouth

i mean,,,,, u embarrassed urself once more

big OOF

but anyway you turn ur self to look away from him becaus e You Just Cant look at him

But life goes on,,,

Fast forward like idk, maybe 2 hours??? you get your first break of the day so u tell ur boss that you are just going to get a snack back at that cafe that u didn’t get to go into yet cause of That Boy 

she tells u to be careful and that you could take like 30 minutes to an hour since you were working so hard

i mean, you were just watering plants but ok,, thanks gma

ur getting off topic sis

and then d cute boy decides he’s gonna take his break too

wow life must be Crazy to have you blessed with his presence

So you see him just like jogging to catch up to you and you hear his little ‘Wait!!’

then you feel all giddy inside because he??? wants to go??? with  you???? wha t

anyway you slow your step a little so he can catch up and then he

he puts his hand on your shoulder WOW PHYSICAL CONTACT

and your heart skipped a beat more like all of them

and then he like,,, he kept his hand on your back while you guys were walking

a whole?? gentleman???

you guys didn’t really talk on the way to the cafe but u really wish u did

because u get in there, you order a snacc, and then u guys sit

in awkward

silence

and its so cringeworthy 

is this embarrassment installment number 3?? why must life Play You Like This

when you’re about to Finally say something, your guys’ orders were called up and he offered to get them

so he went with a small smile and left u with your Stupid Thoughts

but he left for like 5 seconds LMAO

so anyway

he comes back, and you both go to talk at the same time--

‘Oh no u should go first’ and then he laughs

wtf that sounded beautiful

but u don’t even remember what you were going to say

yeah, staring at his face is THAT powerful

‘oh um its ok i kinda forgot haha’

and then its awkward again

embarrassment installment number 4???

of course though you guys introduce yourselves

“My name’s Renjun”

so he just smiles and tries small talk, like why u decided to get a job, or if you’re still in school, your hobbies

all the great stuff ya feel

and by the end of the break you guys are getting closer

i mean you guys arent in any awkward silences anymore

you guys are walking back to your shifts and for the rest of the time

its just you guys messing around

like you guys Got Close hm who knew also this is getting long oops

but it’s the end of your shift,,, and then u go to check out and leav e

and it isnt until you get home that you didnt even

get his number

ayo ma can i get yo numba

so youre just in bed.

questioning life

but hey!! you made a new friend!!

life goes the same for the next few weeks or so,,, and you and renjun become Really Really Close

So close that youre actually leaving your house!! Voluntarily!!

and one day you go in to your kitchen

to see flowers on the table

and a card right next to it lol its in your moms hand 

and you just go up to it cause you see your name on the card 

you McSnatch the card away bc your moms all like ‘you have a secret admirer’ and she gives you the Mom Look

so you just Blush and read the stupid card

‘Please come to work, i miss seeing your pretty face.’ and you go !!!! what !!! 

and so you throw on some pants and the closest t-shirt near you

and then you yell that you’re going to work

so you step into the flower shop and there are wa y more flowers than you remember there to be

like theres,,, one spot that has Just Flowers

and you walk up to it and then 

Renjun comes to scare you what a little shit

and then you yelp!! once more!! 

and then he!! hugs !! you!!

but not before he gives you all of these flowers!!!!

and then he!!! says!! he made the arrangement!! just!! for!!! you!!!

so on the inside you are yelling!! wtfkdfjlsdjg

and you are just wondering w hat did you ever do to deserve this precious

and the he!! says!!

‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ and then he just!! smiles so big!

because you say of course!!! 

He is a whole Catch, he’s caring, knows how to joke around, AND he’s cute!!!

okay but boyfriend renjun who is also your co-worker would be so cute! 

because you would be watering the plants, and then you would see some flowers around with small notes tied with ribbons

with the CUTEST messages on them

and you keep every single one of them in a jar on your desk

by now you have 3 jars filled

thanks for making me the Softest Stan Renjun

and so you would always find cute arrangements in you home!!

and his gma would b watching in the back with That Look

she would think ‘i made a good decision’

BECAUSE SHE DID

his gma: god tier

but anyway florist!renjun who is also your bf!! would be so!! cute!! wtf!!

my heart: melting

honestly my heart cannot handle

SO you guys would just b so happy with each other, life is good,,,

and everytime someone asks how you guys got together,,, youwould always say

lol his grandma like u would Not Believe

but you would always say that the flower shop you both work in, has brought you guys together.

Masterlist

#huang renjun scenarios #unlisted

[oinkawa-bb]

first time dads!haikyuu pt.3

request: Hiii I just read everything you’ve posted and I. Am. In. Love with your writingggg! I was hope to request a part 3 for your first-time dad series for Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, and Akaashi :) -@lollypop-lam

note: ahhhh!!!! helloo bb~~ thank you so much for your luv<3333 i was rly not expecting so many ppl to read this series!! but i enjoy writing it so here’s a part 3 for you (i tried to add more variety of scenarios for y/n so it’s not all the same!) hehe i hope you like it! thank you for ur request!<3 here is dad!tsukki, akaashi, yams, and kenma

mentions: pregnancy, domesticity, fluff, slight angst, timeskip, fem!reader

part one (daichi, kuroo, oikawa)

part two (iwaizumi, suna, atsumu, osamu)

☀︎—kei tsukishima

he already knew something was different since the day you took the test

kei could sense that you were tenser than usual 

Exhibit A was when you slightly jumped as he placed one hand gently on the small of your back,

it was really nothing out of the ordinary...

so he raises an eyebrow at you, not saying anything, but just questioning with his curious expression

you bite your lip,,,, 

this was unplanned and even though you’ve recently discussed having kids, you’re worried about how kei might feel because honestly you’re pretty anxious,

but when you break the news to him,

the corners of his mouth are upturned into a soft grin

and he quietly pulls you into a hug

you also could’ve sworn that there were tear stains that he left on your shirt after

but when ur in his arms while he’s whispering about how excited he is, you know that you’re ready to have a family with him<33

tsukki likes to express his care for you and his child through subtle affectionate gestures,,

like his favorite thing to do when he comes home from work is envelop you in a back hug,

and he likes to run his large hands gently over your bump, waiting for a kick

when he feels one, you bet your ass that this man is grinning bc he just can’t hide his excitement !!!

i feel like he’d be a super cautious dad-to-be,

like if you’re given prenatal vitamins or told not to eat certain foods,

he has scrutinized the labels and the internet to make sure everything in the house is safe for you and his bb<33

during your whole pregnancy, he’s more logical and clear-minded, but there’s a stark contrast on the day you actually go into labor owo

like i’m talking sweat beads running down the side of his forehead

and his hand clutching yours for dear life as he guides you to the hospital room

during the entire labor, tsukishima can’t be separated from you...

like when you get up to go to the bathroom and make him stand outside, he’s leaned against the door with his arms crossed

he’s acting like a bodyguard?? but like for what idk

he’s quite tense until his baby makes their appearance,

but when he does get to hold the baby, his body is wracked with silent sobs and he’s overcome with a wave of emotion

he’s silent on the outside, 

but his mind can’t even begin to process the monumental amount of love he feels for u and this little bb <333 🥺🥺🥺

dad tsukki has fallen in love all over again.

☀︎—keiji akaashi

akaashi slips into the bedroom when he hears ur sniffling,,

your back faces him, but he can tell that ur hunched over something in your hands...

when he approaches you and sees that your eyes are puffy n swollen,

his voice is filled with concern,

“what’s wrong?”

it takes a moment for you to choke out your words but you manage,

“keiji, i-i’m scared,”

then he catches sight of the white stick in your hands,

and he sees two faint lines sitting on its little screen

he takes a seat next to you, pulling your body against his and pressing a kiss to the temple of your forehead,,,

“what are you scared of when you have me?”

the two of you have a long conversation that night,, 

mostly with akaashi reassuring you that he’s prepared for whatever decision you make and that he’ll always be there to support you🥺

the next morning,

you’ve calmed down and thought clearly about this, realizing that many of your anxieties stemmed from how keiji would react,

but after realizing his willingness to support you,

you can’t help but smile and press a hand to your belly as you look in the mirror in the bathroom

and when akaashi sees this, his heart is so full and excited!!!🥺

throughout your pregnancy, akaashi is overwhelmingly supportive and emotionally reliable,,

he listens to your concerns both physically and mentally, helping you talk through your worries and find solutions,,

he’s also suuuper intimate with you,

bathing and pampering you,

staying up late to talk with you,

waking you up with kisses nd breakfast in bed,,

he’s just the most perfect partner to you. 

and every day you spend beside him reaffirms your excitement to have his child

when the day arrives, you’re beyond anxious,

he can just tell from little gestures you make that you’re more nervous than ever before,

so akaashi has one hand on you at all times during labor, so you can physically feel his support

the process couldn’t have gone more smoothly than it did, and akaashi’s so grateful 

and when he gets to hold the baby against his own chest, 

he’s smiling through the tears that are welling up bc

his eyes now lay upon the most beautiful replica of you.

fugg i luv keiji🥰🥰🥰

☀︎—tadashi yamaguchi

the day you tell yamaguchi you’re pregnant?

he’s probably crying.

no, he’s definitely crying.

he’s also definitely overexcited

so when he went in for a hug, he immediately lets go bc he’s worried that he hugged you too tightly🥺

he’s just a ball of emotions and kind of all over the place!!

but he gets it together asap and is already on dad duty the very next day

making doctor’s appointments, listing purchases to be made, planning for your baby shower, n anything he can do to be prepared

he makes many a few unnecessary purchases

something like a bougie hundred dollar memory foam pregnancy pillow for u 

and a temperature controlled collapsible baby stroller for his bb

his heart was in the right place but his money was not asdgfd

but he wants to treat you like the queen that you are,

so he’s always excited to come home to see you after work

and he likes to bring home things that will make you happy

food and baby clothes and flowers uwuwu

i also think tadashi came up with the idea to start scrapbooking the memories of your soon to be little family of three <33

so he takes cute little polaroids to keep them in a scrapbook

and he also definitely keeps a lil photo of the baby’s ultrasound in his wallet that he often takes peeks at while at work

and he can’t help but smile and tear up at the thought of starting a family w u 🥰

every morning, he just feels so blessed to wake up to the sight of you n your lil bump aka his future child ?!?!!?

and when that realization registers in his brain,

he just has to pull you close to him, plant a kiss to ur belly, and cuddle you for as long as he wants <333

the day you go into labor, yamaguchi lugs like 3 hospital bags frantically out of the house (he definitely stuffed them fully to the brim)

he’s overall pretty anxious but he’s mostly anxious about the pain you’re going thru🥺

with each hour that passes at the hospital, he’s pacing the room back and forth, always coming back to ur bedside to hold ur hand and kiss it many times

when the time finally comes, yamaguchi can’t believe that he’s actually seeing his child irl

like.... he’s in awe of the beauty of his child, just utterly speechless...

it registers a little bit later and he’s crying again

but back home, yamaguchi is always so eager to take care of his baby and he’ll do anything n everything to take care of his child and help u rest and recover

dad yamaguchi melts my heart

☀︎—kozume kenma

so u decide to plan a little surprise for kenma one morning

and he’s all groggy from just waking up, 

but he peeks his eyes open when he hears you shuffling back and forth right at his bedside,,

he sees that you’re only wearing a white oversized tee and he’s about to pull u back in bed for more sleep,

but then kenma’s eyes focus on the text that’s handwritten in sharpie in the center of the shirt over your stomach

“kenma jr.”

he’s never seen this shirt before, and then he’s realizing what it means and his eyes widen in anticipation !!!

so u crawl on top of him and lay your head on his chest while he’s processing,,

“you’re—?”

“yes, kozume. i am.”

he’s smiling with his eyes closed, 

and he lifts his head to kiss your hair before wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear that “he doesn’t know a kenma jr. but he can’t wait to meet them”

you swat at his chest jokingly, and he smiles even wider, 

but you don’t see the love that resonates deeply in his eyes when he looks down at you🥺 

bc you end up falling asleep on him lmaooo

but ever since that day, kenma is on high alert whether it looks like it or not...

he’s especially protective of u in public, 

observing those closest to you and gently shifting you out of the way when someone gets too close...

kenma is most affectionate though when he thinks you’re not aware,,

meaning he likes to run his hand over your stomach, admire your sleeping expression, nd gently kiss your hair

all while he thinks you’re asleep but you’re not tho and it makes ur heart explode

kenma also doesn’t struggle to sleep at night, but he ends up choosing to stay awake for as long as u are 

and he stays awake even after u fall asleep bc he likes to whisper some of the sweetest words to just kenma jr uwuwuwu

on the day when kenma accompanies you to the hospital, he’s listening intently to the patterns of your breathing,

so he knows when the pain is worst and he holds onto you tighter during those times,,

after hours of labor, kenma ends up super teary eyed at the sight of his baby,

he’s silently swaying the baby in his arms nd just thinking about how much his heart is overfilling with luv...

he knows kenma jr now... and he loves kenma jr with his whole heart<333

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[jihoonscafe]

l.jh | love me

jihoon x reader (slight college!au)

word count : 1457 words. genre : fluff !! (its his birthday im not hurting him) synopsis : “i love you ji” “i love you too angel”

✐ this is for this angel’s birthday because i love him more than i love anyone else in the world and i hope he had the most amazing birthday of all, and this is basically me being self-indulgent and writing a scenario of my own dream date bye :^))) @trbld-writer luna this one’s for u n ur fluffy jihoon fic which ruined me ,, also tagging @jishua n @myungho because i want dana to cry w/ me n alicia just deserves to be tagged im s orry ,,,

Tinkling laughter fills the melody of the twinkling night, with the moon illuminating the starless sky, a cold breeze dancing with the lovestruck couple who are enveloped in each other’s arms, giggling quietly in hidden unspoken jokes, as they dance to a quiet ambient tune flowing from the phone forgotten among the grass somewhere.

The boy would happen to be Lee Jihoon, a fully declared music production major at the nearby university and the other would be you, you with the dorky grin he had come to live to see everyday when he woke up.

He didn’t know when it happened, when he fell in love so hard that the cold surface from which he had been taken from, he didn’t even remember, he didn’t want to remember. You were after all, his sun. His beautiful sun, who he adored so so much that he could implode from the very thought of you, the softest pink painting across his cheeks, a quiet pride everytime he called you his, and him yours.

This was love, and he knew it. He knew it was love because of the late nights where all you did was send him outdated memes when all he could think of were the difficulties and the failures. He knew it was love because of the soft sleepy kisses when both of you were tired and lay in bed, covered in the warm rays of sunlight streaked against your bare skin, tired and so in love. He knew it was love when you wrestled him out of his studio to eat midnight McDonalds even though you hated burgers because he was too stressed and wasn’t eating. He knew it was love when you complained about him drooling but then grinning that damn smile which made him almost die everytime he saw it. He knew it was love because the very thought of you would bring the most genuine smile to his face, and nothing could make him happier than you. 

This wasn’t the love he had read about in books, or heard on the top twenty on the radio, this was his love. 

He remembered when he first met you, overly excited and extroverted on the very first day of middle school, giggling your heart’s content away at some odd joke book you had found at the school’s library, telling jokes to every person who stopped to listen them and smiling like you had the sun inside you when they laughed. He remembered walking upto you to listen to one, and laughing because of how bad the pun was, and seeing that smile light up your whole face and instantly committing to a friendship.

He remembered depending on you, you becoming his closest friend, holding all his secrets and making his worst days just a little bit happier no matter what happened. He remembered seeing you cry for the first time, seeing you crumble completely, natural happy persona flying away as he noticed that you were breaking, that you had always had this side to you which was hidden.

He remembered the first time he had hugged you, holding you close as if he could simply squeeze you back into the happy you, the you which he had grown to adore as a friend and perhaps something more over the years.

High school had brought change to your innocent friendship, with you becoming the beautiful successful person he had always known you would become, outshining everyone with that bright smile and personality of yours. He was the shy one, the one who would have rather hidden in your shadows but it never worked, because damn if you would let him slink behind you. 

And he remembered falling in love with you for the first time when you serenaded him in the parking lot of KFC because he was crying over his first breakup with some girl who he had somehow managed to end up with. He remembered the cheeky smile on your face as you brought him to a watery smile and then as it turned into a grin, he fell in love.

The grass is slightly damp from the fog which had shrouded the park earlier and it tickles against his bare feet as he spins you clumsily, that stupidly in love smile taking over his soft features as you laugh at the dumbness of this whole idea, yet also the fondness surrounding it just he pulls you back to him, chest warm against yours.

You both had spent the whole day roaming these huge parks, a little vacation strayed off from your common class trip which both of you had lost interest in quite quickly. The playgrounds, the little horse rides and the picnics had all been checked off the day’s schedule and as you had tried to head home, Jihoon had decided that the day’s last surprise for you was going to be this little dance, the stargazing picnic you had always told him you loved from every cliché romance book both of you had ridiculed over.

So, he brought your fantasy to life, because if you could bring him to life everyday he breathed, he could do anything for you.

You lean your head against his shoulder, his arms warm around you and he wonders why you both had never done this before, it wasn’t that bad, not that he would admit to it out loud because it would always find its way to becoming a ridiculed joke about how “he was growing soft for you” which was a blatant lie because he was always soft for you, and he made sure you knew it everyday, that he was ready to do anything for you, and for your happiness.

Your first date together had been in freshman year of college, when both of you had finally found enough courage to fess up your feelings and had spent the whole night finally, finally cuddling in a romantic sense of the word.

It was a pretty classic first date, if you called roller skating typical, as you were the one to plan it and he truly wouldn’t have expected anything else than shaking awkwardly on the ice as you tried to pull some obscure 80s disco dance step which he was sure he had seen Seokmin do at some point.

Your first kiss has been when he had produced a song for you, and it had sounded so perfect that you had begun to cry which caused him to panic ever so adorably, hands flailing around as he tried to console you before your lips were on his and you both were kissing to all sweet heavens.

Your first real “I love you” was on the day he had changed his major from economics like his parents had wanted for him to music which was his own passion, and the one thing he was so in love with that you could see the fire within in his eyes when he produced a musical piece, when he sang. It was in the rain, right outside the ugly admin office of the school, in the end of sophomore year, as he ran out, dressed in a red bomber jacket, out of breath and crying as you waited for him outside and then as soon as he was out of the doors, he was next to you, holding your hands and you dared ask him the question to which he replied with a nod, a soft kiss, and the happiest smile you had seen on him. 

He then whispered the three words into your skin as he hid his face into the crook of your neck, almost drowned out by the falling rain but you would have heard it even if you were in the middle of a hurricane because those were the words you had lived to hear, which you still lived to hear.

You whispered it back, and he chanted it like a mantra, kissing the soft skin of your face, covering it in his affection as both of you cried silently at the sheer euphoria running through your veins.

“I look like a mess”, you mumble as he plays with your hair, both of you now standing still, still in each other’s arms, hugging each other for the very comfort and love it brought to you, covered in comfortable affectionate silence, a silence where words are not needed to tell you what the other feels.

“You look perfect, shush”, he tuts, kissing the top of your forehead, right at the edge of your hairline, as you blush at him, at his bluntness, at his open adoration, at how much you love it and love him.

“I love you Ji”

“I love you too angel”

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[yoinkmyheart]

need ur luv

pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 1.6k warnings: angst lol, i don’t think there’s any sm:h spoilers??, prolly swearing but who knows w me. summary: based on ‘need ur luv’ by charlie xcx. reader has been in love with peter parker for as long as she can remember but peter falls in love with a different girl.

a/n: I’m still working on hidden identities dw, i just feel angsty so this happened. not really any dialogue in the beginning but wait around fam. feel free to listen to the song while reading but you don’t have to!

I need your love I need it even when it hurts me

It started when you and Peter were no younger than 8-years old when you moved in next door to the young boy. The first time you saw him, his hair was disheveled and he hid behind his Aunt May.

Even then, you had liked him.

But now? You loved him

The brown eyed, dorky, and a little socially awkward boy had caught your heart and he had it in his grasp too tight for you to slip it out again. His selfless, kind heart and his pure excitement for everything in the world. 

You were the first person he told about his alter-ego, Spiderman. You’d quickly become his nurse, even late into the night. He’d crawl into your room, you’d patch him up and he’d sneak into his room, a window on the right from yours.

It hurt you so much when he’d stumble into your room, banged up, bruised and cut in several places. When you pointed out how much you hated seeing him like this, he’d make an off-handed remark about how, “you should see the other guy.”

Next, Ned found out. It was eventual. The three of you were inseparable. Although, Ned found out by accident. Which gave you hope that Peter could feel the same way towards you. 

After all, he had willingly trusted you with his secret. That had to count for something. Right?

Except. Maybe, it didn’t after all.

Soon after the Liz incident (which had first broke your heart, but watched painfully), Peter had become closer and closer with Michelle Jones. Suddenly, you weren’t Peter’s only best girl friend. 

Which scared you.

I won’t give up I won’t give up, so come and get me  

Soon, Peter’s late night visits to your room were becoming less and less frequent. At first, you thought it was because he finally realized how dangerous being Spiderman was and laid low.

But, you knew he hadn’t because videos of him on YouTube were still steadily being added. Instead, you’d found out through Ned that Peter was going out of his way to go to Michelle after every night of crime-fighting instead of you.

Which broke you in half.

Every lunch time, you realized how closer Michelle and Peter got and that broke you into fours. They would sit next to each other. They would share looks. Even Ned had noticed their increasing closeness.

Boy, you really messed around Put me six feet underground

The following days had been horrible for you. With how much more Peter was occupying your thoughts, you’d been distracted at school and getting less sleep. You couldn’t believe that you were letting a boy distract you.

Envy, jealousy and hurt was taking up every part of you.

Soon, days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into a month. A month of wallowing around, pretending to be fine which actually went fine. You felt pathetic that you’d spent a month, wallowing.

It made you feel even more pathetic when Ned and Peter actually caught on that something was going on. Peter had sat down in front of you, Ned beside you, popping their trays on their table.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Ned asked, flashing you a worried smile. 

“Nothing. I’m fine,” You’d looked up at him, and mustered up a small smile.

“Yeah, right. You’ve been so quiet for the past month. The last time you were this quiet Y/N, you had to give away your puppy because our building didn’t allow pets,” Peter said, he had given you a similarly worried smile. 

You waved him off, giving him a bigger smile and a thumbs up before following it up with, “It’s fine! School’s just getting the best of me,”

Some part of you had hoped that they would push it, that they wouldn’t be convinced so you could, maybe, finally tell Peter. But, they had both been convinced and already moved on to the next subject.

“Okay, if you say so. Uh, so… Y/N, how do you feel about Michelle?” He looked towards the front doors, where Michelle was walking from slowly as she had her head in a book.

You felt your heart tighten instantly at this.

Always kick me when I’m down But I’m still driving through your town

“Yeah, she’s great! She’s really nice…” You mumbled, avoiding their gazes, as you poked and prodded the food on your plate. Your throat felt blocked so you chugged water from your water bottle.

“I’m thinking of, uh- asking her to be my girlfriend tonight.”  

You dropped your spoon. You could barely hear Ned’s words of encouragement to Peter from just beside you. Nodding vaguely to pretend your agreement. 

He was thinking of asking her to be his. So he they could be together. As more than friends.

You didn’t know when but when you looked up, Michelle was sitting next to Peter. Her now designated spot. Peter flashed her a smile and they were talking to each other.

“So. Will you come?” Peter asked you, finally shaking you of your stunned phase. You must’ve looked confused because Peter playfully rolled his eyes with you.

“To the movies with us? I can pick you up and we can go together if you like?” Peter finished. You nodded, putting on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. They didn’t realize though.

Try to fake it, I can’t take it

That night, you wore a casual black dress. You sat on your couch, waiting for Peter’s knock. It astounded you that although you had done this a million times, you’d never felt so upset about the prospect of him finally walking through the door.

Because it meant that next time you’d walk in then Peter might be somebody else’s. You realized then and there that you wouldn’t let him get away. You’d tell him. Tonight. This time you weren’t going to chicken out.

Peter’s knock finally came and the sound resonated with your soul. He walked in, dressed nicely, with a button up flannel and jeans. He looked positively excited. His eyes sparkled.

You stood up to meet him, looking down.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Peter you can’t do this,” You looked up at him. Dead serious. His smile was fading and the sparkle disappearing in his eyes. Now he looked confused.

“What? Why?” Peter asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted. He turned and closed the door behind him. Obviously realizing that this was going to be a private conversation.

At the end of this conversation, Peter and you would never be the same way away again. For better or for worst.

“You can’t ask Michelle to be your girlfriend,” You looked up, your eyes already going glossier. He remained silent.

“It’ll break me, Peter. I can’t watch you fall in love with her. I can’t watch your eyes sparkle when you talk about her or talk to her. I can’t bear hearing that you stopped coming to me for help for her. I can’t watch you in detention, enjoying it, with her when you once would be terrified of a detention.” Tears were starting to flow down your cheeks steadily but you kept your eye contact with him, but you weren’t finished yet.

“I can’t hear the excitement in your voice when you talk about her. Or when you have plans with her. I can’t imagine you taking her out on cheesy dates. Or you kissing her upside down really cliche like in your spiderman costume. Or you running to her side to save her as Spiderman.” You continued. Peter clenched his jaw.

“W-what do you mean Y/N?”

Boy you trapped my heart

“God, Peter! I love you!” You practically shouted. Frustrated. 

“I-”  You looked at him hopefully, hoping that he would say it back.

“I can’t say I feel the same way Y/N,” 

I can’t shake it, ‘bout to break into a hundred million parts

Your heart shattered. You felt as if you had just been sucker-punched in the gut. You knew he didn’t feel the same way, but you clung onto the hope for so long that you tricked yourself into believing it before. More and more tears rolled down your cheeks, your vision now blurred.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am,” You heard him say. He moved forward to hug you but just as he stepped forward, you stepped backwards. Balling your fists up by your sides, you looked down avoiding his eyes.

His eyes, you knew, that would be filled with pity. He might not have loved you the same way but he still loved you as a sister and it broke him that it was him that did this.

“Just go Pete,” You said so quietly, he might’ve missed it. He didn’t though.

“Y/N-” He stopped when you met his eyes. Your eyes filled with so much tears, and sadness. He had never seen you so upset that it stunned him to silent and he felt his own eyes gloss.

“Go Pete. Please, I beg you don’t make this any worst than it already is,” You turned away, walking towards your room. The front door shut, meaning Peter had left.

I need your love. I don’t want it.

You lay on your bed, hugging yourself into a ball and let the tears flow even free-er. You had lay your heart out in the open and it was shredded.

I need it even when it hurts me.  You really hurt me, baby.

The one person who had made you so happy in the 7 years you knew him, was suddenly the cause of the roaring pain in your heart. The unceasing and relentless pain.

I won’t give up Now, I’m giving up

But you didn’t care. He could cause you pain over and over again but as long as he was still your friend.

I won’t give up, so come and get me Don’t you come and get me, baby.

But then, it hit you. Your chest felt tight. You’d just lost your best friend and first love. You’d lost Peter.

i don’t know how to feel LMAO! this feels really sad to me buttttttt. anywho! thanks for reading! feedback is appreciated and encouraged. xo

tags: @lunastarwatcher ♡

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[mystic-messenger-writing]

Hey! I don't know if requests are still open but I'd like to request a hc about how the RFA+V+Saeran ,started a friends w benefits relationship and how it goes with MC. Sorry for bad english! I love ur blog btw!♥♥

Requests are permanently open so no worries my friend! This was a unique request that I enjoyed writing! Your English is a-okay and thank you for liking my mediocre blog, it means a lot to me!! Thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

Yoosung was inexperienced with any sexual activity to say the least

He’s always wanted a partner but he’s never found the one and only love of his life

When you entered the chat room, Yoosung felt like the two of you instantly connected and wanted to have a relationship with you

But you weren’t ready for one so you and Yoosung settled on being friends for now

That is until one night you made a surprise visit to congratulate Yoosung on passing his exams when you walked into his room to find him masturbating

You instantly felt a rush of excitement to your core as Yoosung let out a yelp of surprise and embarrassment when you caught him

As the two of you looked into each other’s eyes, neither one of you cared about your friend status and made love to each other

The two of you reveled in each other’s bodies and started your friends with benefits situation to pleasure each other as yours and Yoosung’s friendship blossomed as well

After some time, Yoosung gathered the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend while being a blushing mess but you hugged him and instantly agreed, making Yoosung the happiest boy alive

Zen

Zen had been longing to find his true love for as long as he could remember

So when you first entered the chat room, he knew that you were the one, his perfect princess

He had approached you a few times about being in a relationship with him but you didn’t feel ready plus it would hurt his reputation as an actor

But deep down you felt sparks of love and wanted to be with Zen, your prince

One night when you were helping Zen go over his script for an upcoming performance, he suddenly threw the papers down and crashed his lips onto yours

Zen explained that he needed you, not caring about what your relationship status was he genuinely wanted to show you his love for you

You had no arguments against him so you wrapped your legs around his waist as Zen carried you to the bedroom to fill you with his essence

The two of you continued being friends with benefits for about three months, but Zen was about to change that as he held a promise ring behind his back as he went to your house to confess his love for his princess

Jaehee

Jaehee has never had time to deal with her own feelings as work was always too important for her to worry about it

She never found herself attracted to anyone and she was sure that no one found her appealing either

But the day you entered the chat room, Jaehee couldn’t shake the strange sensation she was feeling whenever you were there

So when she finally met you, Jaehee poured out her unknown feelings to you and you understood, she’s never been with another’s female before so she wasn’t prepared for a relationship

But the two of you felt a need to be pleasured by each other, one thing led to another and soon enough the two of you became friends with benefits

Each night you both spent exploring each other’s bodies was more one night that your feelings for each other grew stronger

Jaehee’s feelings for you would still remain a confusion for her but she would be continuously thankful to have a friend with benefit like you in her life to help her find love in girls

Jumin

Jumin was never a fan of women in general, all his life they only lied and betrayed him

So when you came into the picture, Jumin was kind to you yet still wary of your presence

Until the day he met you at the party, Jumin’s feelings for you were strange, he felt like he could trust you but he wasn’t sure if he truly loved you

So he took you home that night to his penthouse and made love to you all night long, feeling your warmth and hearing you moan his name out just made Jumin even more confused

Since he wasn’t even sure what just happened, you explained to him that you both were now friends with benefits

You asked him if he wanted to continue this type of relationship or start a true one

After consideration, Jumin wanted to keep being friends with you until he could fully understand his feelings for you, to which you agreed

You and Jumin continued being friends with benefits until he discovered his love for you where he confessed his love for you one night when he was pounding into you, making you very confused but very happy

Seven

Seven knew that because of all the sins he’s committed, he never deserved love or pleasure

He’s never felt any sort of loving connection until he met you through the messenger, then he felt a spark

You would always be kind to him and give him encouragement, something that Seven wasn’t use to but it made him feel a certain way towards you

Seven would spend hours staring at you through the cameras of your apartment, even at times shamefully masturbating by just looking at you

So when the two of you met in person, he cautiously asked what the relationship between the two of you was

You awkwardly confessed that you weren’t sure about your feelings for him and wanted to get to know him more

And by getting to know each other more, that meant having sex with each other every other day

Your friends with benefits relationship with Seven was something that you both enjoyed but each of you wanted more

Seven and you may have started out as the two of you being friends but a relationship of love was quickly developing, something that the two of you were happy about

V

V wasn’t even sure what love was after Rika left him and he knew that he didn’t deserve any love himself

He never thought he could feel any love towards anyone until you entered the chat room

Your warm heart and kind personality made V attracted to you, but it wasn’t the same kind of love he had in the past

Once the two of you met in person, V was selfish and wanted to feel you, to understand you

You felt a connection with V and the next thing the both of you knew, you were back at V’s home making love to each other on his king sized bed

When V filled you with his seeds, he collapsed on the bed confused at the feelings he had

You left his home quickly, not sure of you own feelings, but you and V frequently visited each other to pleasure each other

Being friends with benefits with you was something was V enjoyed and he felt guilty because of it since he soon developed feelings of love for you

V confessed his feelings for you and much to his joy, you told him that your feelings were the same, making V believe that having a friends with benefits relationship was one of his best decisions

Unknown

Saeran hated everyone, he thought that his brother loved him when he was younger but he was mistaken

When he picked you to go to the RFA he could of cared less about your feelings

But as he watched you, Saeran started to develop a strange feeling towards you

So he went to visit you one day after disarming the cameras and tried to look as presentable as possible

The moment you saw him, Saeran put a finger to your lips to quiet your surprise but you stared at his handsome features in awe

Words weren’t shared between the two of you as Saeran roughly pinned you to the couch and locked lips with you

Saeran was rough but loving towards you as he showed you his newfound affections to you

Once he finished filling you up with his seeds, Saeran felt too embarrassed to say anything and immediately left you confused

He came back after a few days and the two of you became friends with benefits, but you had stronger feelings towards him

After Saeran finished having another quickie with you, he was about to leave until you stopped him and confessed your feelings

Saeran admitted that he started to develop feelings for you as well and told you to wait until he could make you truly happy as he returned to Mint Eye for the first time in his life with a smile

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