#there’s a reason you don’t send a boyfriend to do a best friends job

[munsons-mutiny]

Let’s talk about the Watch What Happens (reprise) and why Only Davey could’ve sang it.

Like at this point they’re pushing the Katherine and Jack agenda, why shouldn’t she be his inspiration to keep going in this moment???

And the answer is cause she can’t grasp the situation fully!!!

Let me make it very clear that this is Not Katherine slander. I love her. I think this scene highlights the differences in their struggles and upbringing in a really brilliant way.

When she sees Jack wants to quit in this scene she’s so harsh with him. Doesn’t try to empathize with his situation at all, wants him to just buck up and keep going! Because for her, in her situation, with her upbringing, that’s the only way to get anywhere! She wants to be a reporter? Well she can’t listen when she’s told no. She has to push ahead no matter what. She can’t show fear and she can’t show weakness cause she’ll be called a girl like it’s a bad thing and have it used against her. But she doesn’t see her privilege in this! That in coming from a rich powerful family her physical safety can not be put in jeopardy! Her worst case scenario is moving back home and having to deal with her family’s idea of what it means to be a women in this time period. And don’t get me wrong that’s horrible, it would be a terrible and unfair outcome.

But it doesn’t threaten her physical safety!! (Not to say this is true for all women in her position but the show paints a picture that her dad does genuinely love her in his extremely misguided way and we never see him threaten her physical well being or even to stop bank rolling her). She can’t understand that sometimes you need to let a fight pass you by to survive. She doesn’t understand what it really means for Crutchie to be in the Refuge until later. So she pushes hard and it would’ve just ended in a fight where her and Jack miss each other’s points entirely.

But Davey gets it. Maybe not to the extent Jack does, but Jack said it himself Davey’s dads physical safety being jeopardized at work has threatened his whole family’s housing and food security. Something that could’ve been prevented with a union. He knows that this isn’t safe, he fully grasps the danger they’re in, to an extent that Katherine can’t because she’s never threatened by it. Not really. For her and her rich friends she involves this could just be a pet project (she would never view it that way of course) but if this all goes pear shaped all she has to live with is the guilt not the consequences. Her life continues with maybe some delays depending how long her blacklisting lasts.

But for Davey this could be the choice that means they can’t afford food or can’t pay rent. This could be the choice that means Les can’t go to school and his dad doesn’t have a safe place to recover. He gets it, he matches Jack’s fear, but he can’t backdown when they’re making real changes that Jack is having a hard time seeing in the wake of losing Crutchie to an institution that is a large source of his trauma. He needed empathy and hope not an ass kicking and Davey delivered.

Without him that scene would’ve ended with Jack running away a lot sooner and a lot more permanently. Rant over. Hopefully this is semi-well articulated it’s late and I couldn’t sleep til I got this out.

#newsies rant #this is why I love javid sm too #and don’t really ship Katherine and Jack at all #they just have such a sibling ass kicking way of pushing each other #which they both need sometimes!! #but idk not enough empathy for me to ever ship them #the whole antagonistic flirting thing is just not for me #antagonistic besties on the other hand #there’s a reason you don’t send a boyfriend to do a best friends job #jack kelly #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #livesies #watch what happens reprise #newsies #javid #just a lil #mine

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。what’s mine is yours

synopsis. suguru is a good best friend—he shares everything. just this once, he shares you too

word count. 2.1k (it's short i promise)

contents. fem! reader, reader is suguru's girlfriend, minors do not interact, virgin satoru <3, cuckolding, fingering, safe sex (who am i ?? jk suguru would not let satoru hit raw lol), petnames (princess, baby, and sweetheart), suguru teaching satoru how to fuck <3

notes. dash pls look away. i am horny at 1 am

satoru, for all his big talk and loud front all these years, is still a virgin. suguru finds it a tad bit funny—but out of the kindness of his heart, he decides to help his best friend change that.

how? you, of course.

“be careful how you handle her,” suguru says with a sly smile, “she’s still my girlfriend—and i have to take care of her. isn’t that right, baby?” his gaze turns to you, finger stroking your cheek gently as you whimper.

“so wet,” satoru mumbles, fingers sinking curiously into your dripping cunt, flexing slowly to pump in and out of you as you whine. his fingers are long, maybe longer than suguru’s—but not nearly as skilled.

“yeah?” suguru chuckles, “bet you like that, huh? careful though, satoru—don’t get used to this. she’s still mine.”

suguru, the ever gracious best friend, has always been one to share. he decides perhaps he can extend the favor to include his girlfriend too—but you’re precious, sweet and kind and oh so doting. he can’t share you permanently. no, it’s a one time thing—after that, satoru will have to find his own perfect little pussy to savor.

“you really get all of this? all to yourself?” satoru marvels, thumbing your clit as you gasp, your hand reaching over to clutch at suguru’s pants. his hand rests over yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he hums soothingly.

“yeah,” your boyfriend grins, “every day. whenever i want. right, baby?”

“uh huh,” you nod—and then you cut yourself off with a squeal when satoru’s fingertips brush against that sweet spot deep within your walls, making you flutter around him with a tight squeeze. he doesn’t find it as easily as suguru, doesn’t know how to angle and curl the tips of his fingers when he sinks into you.

and fuck, satoru thinks, suguru is so damn lucky.

“she’s a vocal one,” he chuckles, “you’ve been living the dream.”

“you should hear her when you use your mouth,” suguru chuckles—how embarrassing. you want to crawl onto his lap and hide away in his neck, hide away from satoru’s eyes that are watching you so carefully. satoru has good eyes—the best, even.

but you also like it. for some reason, when his eyes stare down at you with a darkened shade of blue you’ve never seen before, you feel the slick pooling from your core, smearing down your thighs and glossing over his fingers, wetter than ever.

satoru has that effect on people—even if he is a bit inexperienced.

“do i get to do that too?” he asks, sending your boyfriend a lopsided smirk.

suguru raises a brow, tightening his hand’s grip on yours before grunting a low, “don’t get ahead of yourself, satoru.”

“you said it yourself, suguru,” he chuckles, “what’s mine is yours.”

“not her,” suguru growls. and then, sweetly, he turns to you before pecking your forehead with a gentleness he keeps for only you. “you ready, princess?”

“princess,” satoru repeats thoughtfully, “yeah i guess you’re a bit of a princess, aren’t ya?”

“p-please,” you sniffle, tugging on suguru’s wrist, “need more, sugu.”

“yeah? he’s not doing his job, is he?” suguru pouts in sympathy, but his eyes are laced with amusement—like he’s enjoying the show in front of him. you’re sure he is, if the throbbing erection he sports is of any hint.

“hey,” satoru gasps, wounded, “i’m doing exactly what you told me—”

“here,” suguru throws him a condom, cutting him off, “put that on. you’re out of your mind if you think you’re feeling her. that’s only for me.”

“fine,” satoru huffs. you watch as he rolls the condom over his neglected cock—it’s red, swollen and aching, flushed at the tip and drooling with pre cum as he hisses when his hand wraps around it.

it’s pretty, you’ll give him that. satoru isn’t as thick as suguru, but he makes up for it by being a bit longer. he curves a bit with a thick vein running along the underside of his cock, balls heavy as they hang painfully, achingly full. he’s neatly trimmed—messy white strands of hair unlike suguru’s dark ones. you don’t know which one you prefer, if you could even pick one of you had to.

you watch with wide, fascinated eyes as his mouth parts with a low gasp when he accidentally teases the tip a bit as he clumsily works the rubber over himself. he’s sensitive at the head—just like suguru. gives those sweet little breathy whimpers when his slit is thumbed at. it’s cute, you think, maybe not as cute as suguru—but it’s still pretty adorable.

“go slow when you go in,” suguru warns, “if you hurt her, i’ll kill you.”

“she’s tough, she can take it,” satoru pats your cheek with a sly grin, “aren’t you, princess?”

“watch it, satoru,” you hear suguru growl, “don’t get too comfortable.”

“aw, it’s all in good fun, right? she’s taking it so well.”

you do take it well—you let satoru’s fingers play with your for ages, let him learn where to find that sensitive spot is in the back of your walls, let him rub your clit slowly—even if you ache for those fast circles suguru always gifts you with. and now, you’re even letting him slide into you, slowly but surely, inching his hardened cock into your impatiently wet cunt with agonizing patience.

“that feel good, baby?” suguru asks you once satoru’s buried to the hilt, splitting you almost in two as you breathe unevenly and nod. and satoru? well, he’s not faring any better—grit teeth and clenched jaw, panting harshly as he focuses on not cumming right then and there.

you’re tight—way tighter than his hand, and way warmer too. fuck suguru for making him wear the condom, and fuck suguru for landing such a perfect pussy too. he doesn’t know how he’s meant to go back to using his fist after a taste of this.

“you can move now—go slow at first, and then go faster when she’s close. she likes that. and don’t forget this,” suguru’s hand travels to your clit, giving a soft little pat that makes you whimper before he rubs it with those quick circles you love so much. “she likes when you touch this too. they all do—so when you get yourself your own girl to fuck, make sure you remember that.”

“i know what the clit is,” satoru grumbles, “i’ve watched porn, y’know.”

“i bet,” suguru chuckles, “is this your first time seeing a clit in person? pretty, isn’t it? everything about her is pretty.”

“suguru,” you whine in embarrassment, burying your head back into the pillow as much as you can, “you talk so much.”

“baby,” he insists, “someone has to humble him. he’s all bark and no bite.”

“i can too bite,” satoru grunts—and to prove it, he angles his hips to pull out, almost completely, before thrusting back into you. you cry out—clutching suguru’s hand tightly as your tits bounce. satoru let’s out a choked moan, gasping as you squeeze around his sensitive cock, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.

it’s so good. suguru has it so good. you’re so good—perfect, even.

“f-fuck, more, need more,” you sob, and because suguru can’t help himself, his hand grabs at your tit, pinching and tugging at your nipple as he lets you squeeze his other hand in yours. “please, please—faster.”

“you heard her,” suguru hums, “she needs it faster.”

satoru’s good at fucking you—for his first time, he’s got your back arching and toes curling rather quickly. the blunt head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot with ease, long and curved enough to nudge against it with every roll of his hips. of course, no one knows how to fuck you until you see stars like suguru—but he comes to a close second.

your gasps have turned into long, wanton moans, and satoru moans in sync, head falling next to yours on the pillow as his breath fans over your shoulder with every harsh pant. his hips are rutting into you, slamming desperately as he feels you squeeze around him with every deep thrust. you can hear the squelching sound of your arousal as he bullies into your dripping cunt, smeared along the insides of your thighs. it’s messy, it’s rushed, it’s desperate and it feels so, so good.

satoru has never felt this good—and you? well….you have to admit you’ve never felt like this before either. it’s new, maybe not better, but certainly not worse.

“oh, fuck,” satoru groans, voice cracking as he whines against your shoulder, “f-fuck your so tight—‘s so good. so, so good….’m not g-gonna last much longer.”

“are you close, baby?” suguru strokes your cheek, watching as your eyes squeeze and your face twists in pleasure, “can’t have him be the only one cumming. that’s no good.”

“close! ‘m…’m so close, sugu. gonna cum,” you gasp as you nod.

if satoru wasn’t so lost on the feeling of your tight walls constricting around him, fluttering so perfectly that he almost feels like he can’t move, he might have protested that you addressed suguru and not him—he’s the one fucking you after all. it should be him you’re telling that you’re close, not your boyfriend. just because suguru is your boyfriend doesn’t mean he’s the one who gets to bear the reward for making you cum.

right now, that’s satoru.

“aw c’mon, sweetheart, you’re gonna—o-oh, shit,” he cuts himself off with a breathy moan, “you’re gonna make me cry. say my name too, yeah?”

“satoru,” suguru warns lowly.

“see? jus’ like that. yeah, pretty? say it just how suguru did,” satoru, murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe softly.

your hand, much to suguru’s dismay, tugs from his grasp so your arms can wrap around satoru’s neck and cling to his large figure as he towers over you, fucking you mercilessly. his pace is frenzied now—that steady ache building up in his throbbing length is about to burst, and that coil in your belly feels like it’ll snap any second too.

“s-satoru, please—‘m c-close, so close,” you mewl, “wanna cum.”

he grins, blue eyes raking over your body as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harshly over it in that way you’ve been craving.

“yeah? you close, pretty? ‘s good to hear. i am too,” he murmurs lowly, finishing the sentence off with a shaky gasp as you squeeze around him.

and then you fall over the edge—he sends you hurtling into your high before you can ever register it. it’s new, satoru thinks—it makes his hips stutter for a second when he feels you spasm around his cock like that, sucking him in and squeezing around him enough that he chokes on a whimper and cums right then and there too. he thinks it’s a miracle he held out just long enough to cum after you, thanking anyone who’s listened to his prayers of lasting. it’s almost impossible not to finish immediately with how your walls hug around his length.

by now, his hips have lost any rhythm they might’ve had before, sloppily rutting into you as he desperately rides out his orgasm, thick ropes of cum spilling into the condom that separates him from fully feeling your warmth. he’s sensitive—his cock is throbbing even as he lets go of that built up tension in the form of white, hot release. you milk him until he’s almost certain he’s got nothing left to give, dry and worn out from the way you pulse so harshly around him.

“so good—m-make me feel so good,” satoru breathes in wonder as he finishes, thumb slowing itself along your clit before his body slumps over yours.

it’s hot, it’s sweaty, it’s a mess of limbs as he rests over you, still quivering over your body from the aftershocks of his orgasm. it’s earth shattering—how you make him feel. has he really been missing out on this all this time?

“you’re heavy,” you grumble, patting at his shoulder. he chuckles into your neck, catching his breath.

“yeah? heavier than suguru?”

“i’m careful enough to collapse next to her,” suguru mutters from the side.

“fuck, that was amazing,” satoru rolls over, sprawling himself on the mattress next to you, chest heaving as he breathes, “i see why suguru spoils you so much. you keep him happy, huh?”

“oh yes,” suguru drawls, eyes narrowing. gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs at you, making you sit up as you eye the bulge in his pants and the large wet spot of pre cum staining the fabric. “you’ll see just how happy she makes me in a second here—she’s good with her mouth too.”

idk what possessed me to write this i rly don't. all i know is i want them both carnally

NO PART TWO — please STOP commenting that

#teepods.writings #thirstee! #fics. #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #geto x reader #geto x you #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut

[povlnfour]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ STUDY BREAK (OP81)

pairing: oscar piastri x f!student!reader

summary: oscar piastri is a formula 1 driver. y/n is an international relations student. her friends find her relationship pretty hard to believe. especially when she can’t tell them any details for you know… nda reasons.

warnings: main characters friends can be jackasses. mentions of international relations for any of my fellow bach survivors who shiver at the mention of the course

* faceclaim: scarlett leithold (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

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yourbsf wow you took international relations literally huh

yourusername call it research

friend1 IS THAT A PRIVATE JET? IS UR DAD RICH RICH?

friend2 girlie where are you getting all this money from i know uni debt is killing you like the rest of us

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friend2 this ‘boyf’ who we conveniently haven’t met?🤔

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user YOU’LL COME BACK EVEN STRONGER KING

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friend2 your boyfriend seeing you comment on random celebs posts…🤭

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friend3 can’t believe ur not in lectures next week bc ur off to go watch cars go vroom vroom 🙄

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yourbsf first pic is HOT send it to me rn

friend1 tagged but not pictured… just like ur boyfriend

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oscarpiastri race✔️ time to explore⏳

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landonorris oscar has rizz?

user your captions say so little yet so much

user HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND????

friend1 @/yourusername ur heart must be breaking

yourusername ????

friend1 he’s got a girllllll

user lando speaks for us all HUH

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friend3 girl is the shirt meant to prove something

friend1 i am saying nothing other than ur cute (and delusional)

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friend1 girl… this may be going too far

yourusername literally what do you want from me ????

yourbsf i’m happy to be your third wheel as long as i get maid of honour duties

friend2 don’t encourAGE HER

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yourbsf ode to my best friend and her boyfriend (ft. me) who are sickeningly adorable but cause me more stress than is worth it

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yourbsf WHEN YOU WERE BEING ALL GROSS

yourusername also the pic of us is so cute🥹

yourbsf you weren’t kidding when you said the boy is a good photographer

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friend1 bby… just confess it’s okay

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oscarpiastri graduation party or a chance to show off to her friends that i actually exist? who knows. proud of you baby🧡

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user mr piastri i must confess my love for ur girlfriend

friend3 i humbly accept that i was wrong

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friend1 i can’t believe he exists

friend2 i can’t believe oscar piastri spoke to us

yourusername said with all the love in the world, SUCK MY DICK

user i’ve only just been introduced to this friend group and i already love them

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a/n: first oscar post EEEE

this was meant to be a lando one shot first but author is: in hospital, so i hope this is okay for now😭

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[violet-fluff]

Levi x Jealous!Reader AU

Lover Girl

Thanks for the request ❤️

Jealousy is the ugliest trait.

You don’t get jealous.

You’ll never be ugly like that.

But man is it hard not to be when you see a pretty girl flirting with the guy you like.

“Y/N! You love this place so much you visit on your day off?” Hanji places a cup of coffee on a customer’s table with a smile, and then walks over to your table. “And you brought Little Rascal for a pupachino?”

Hanji kneels down and rubs your dog’s stomach. The little weiner dog happily flops over to get some pets.

You glance inside the coffee shop to peek at the new girl so nonchalantly flirting with Levi. “Hmm…yeah I just came for some coffee and sunshine.”

Sitting on the other chair, Hanji smirks and rests her chin on her palm. “Watching over your boooooyfriiiieeennnd?”

You scoff as a bright red blush crosses your cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend! And I’m not watching over anyone!”

“And the sky isn’t blue.” Hanji snorts. “It’s fine girly-kins! The new girl is only here for training!”

The front door jingles as it swings open. “What’s going on out here?”

You glare at Hanji as she smirks. “Just asking our dear friend why she’s hanging around work on her day off?”

Levi clicks his tongue. “Yeah, why are you here? You don’t trust this place to run without you?”

You were about to reply when the new girl, Anne, popped up from behind Levi. “Don’t worry! Levi does great! I’m getting the best training around!” She says with a wide grin. “Right, Levi?”

With a nod, Levi crosses his arms. “Yeah, we’re doing perfectly fine here. Now were you going to order something or just sit around?”

Hanji pursed her lips at the tension filling the air, and she can practically feel the anger radiating from you.

Giving an annoyed sigh, you scoot your chair back to stand. “Not if you’re going to make it. You may be the best at making tea, but you tend to burn the coffee.”

Flipping your sunglasses back over your eyes, you grab Little Rascal’s leash and start walking away.

Anne walks forward. “Wait! I want to pet your cute dog!” As she leans over to pet him, Little Rascal growls, causing her to retract her hand in fear.

“Sorry, he’s shy.” You smile and walk off.

The trio watches as trek your way back downtown.

“What the hell is up her ass?” Levi asks Hanji.

Hanji can only shrug her shoulders and lie. “Not sure. Why don’t you ask her.”

You’re telling Little Rascal good job for having your back when your phone pings.

Levi Shorty: Get your ass back here.

You: Why????

Levi Shorty: Any reason why you’re cranky today?

You: nope

Levi Shorty: Is it something I said?

You: no. its really nothing. just go back to training anne <3

Levi Shorty: What’s with the heart?

You decide to end the conversation when you make it to the dog park, but start hearing pings of Levi’s annoyance when you don’t answer him.

Levi Shorty: Hello?

Levi Shorty: So it was me.

Levi Shorty: You really shouldn’t be walking around town by yourself.

Levi Shorty: The little hot dog can only protect you so much.

Levi Shorty: I will call you if you don’t answer.

“Then go ahead, I’ll just ignore you.” You talk to yourself as you watch Little Rascal run around in the dog park.

Your phone rings and you send it to voicemail.

It rings again.

And again.

And again.

You answer on the fifth call. “What?!”

Levi: Hey watch your attitude, brat, I’m just making sure you’re ok.

“Yes! Yes I’m ok! I’m just busy watching my dog at the dog park. I can’t just keep my eyes off him, ya know.” You half yell.

Levi: Y/N what’s with you? You’ve been acting weird the past two weeks.

You roll your eyes and squeeze your phone. “I’ve been fine. Just…just go back to lover girl.”

Levi: Who?

“LOVER GIRL. The girl YOU ARE TRAINING.” You emphasize through clenched teeth.

Levi: I have no idea what you mean by that.

“Of course you don’t. Ok, I have to go now.” You hang up the phone before Levi can respond.

Tears fill your eyes as you watch Little Rascal run up to you. “Buddy, I’m acting like a fool aren’t I?” Little Rascal whines as he licks your hand. “Don’t cry, because I’ll cry more. Ugh…I probably ruined any chances I had. All because of some stupid jealousy.”

After taking some time to pull yourself together, you’re just about to head home when someone grabs your arm.

You flip around ready to defend yourself when Levi is staring back at you. “Levi?”

“You’re jealous.” He interrupts you before you deny it. “Hanji told me. Why the hell are you jealous? I was just doing my job.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Guys really are clueless sometimes. Why would I be jealous of you doing your job?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Do you feel like I was giving her better training?”

You hold back a scream and curl your fingers into a fist. “NO LEVI! I was jealous because I’ve been watching her flirt with you for the past couple weeks, and I don’t like it because I have a thing for you. JESUS!”

Levi doesn’t know what to say. He can only stare back at you as he goes over the options in his head. “Well…she’s not you…”

“Is that good or bad?”

He smiles softly. “Bad. Did you want to go get lunch? We can take the little hot dog.”

You inwardly squeal as you realize Levi is taking you out for a little date. “Sure.”

Levi smiles and picks up Little Rascal. “His little legs will only slow us down.”

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Alpha! Jeongguk x Omega! Reader

This is a part two of Don't Blame Me, but can be read as a standalone as well :))

Synopsis:

It's been two years since you've moved in with Jeongguk, and since then, the global tour your dance academy was on has since ended long ago, allowing you to have more time to spend with your boyfriend. However, Jeongguk still feels like the two of you have been going around in circles in terms of where your relationship is at. Should Jeongguk make a move to ask you about it? Or is he just being worried for no reason and should just let the relationship grow at its own pace?

Warnings: unprotected s*x, upcoming rut mating, marking, knotting, bre*ding k*nk, really fluffy.

A/N: sorry this took soooo long, mental health has not been looking good lately so...yeah, I hope you guys like this!

Everyday Jeongguk wakes up feeling like the luckiest man in the universe, he can’t believe it’s been two years since you’ve moved in with him.

Your job hasn’t gotten any less busy, and Jeongguk respects that, he’s gotten busier lately too, and recently he just wrapped up a long term project, and now they’re out to celebrate with his friends, and that consists of you, his sister, Jihyo, his Namjoon hyung, and his girlfriend of two years now, yes, the resident third wheeler of the friend group is finally dating, Jihyo’s still doesn’t want to settle down yet, and that’s perfectly fine, in Jeongguk’s opinion, she needs some growing up to do before she sends someone to therapy.

To put things in perspective, he feels like everyone around him, other than his sister, have started the next chapter of their lives, okay maybe that’s a stretch, he’s just feeling a bit stagnant with you after hearing Namjoon talk about how he and his girlfriend are planning on getting a matching couple tattoo after sealing their mating mark.

Is it considered quick to seal the mating mark after two years? Maybe, but they are planning to get married next year, so it wasn’t a hasty decision, Jihyo even chastised them for making the decision only after two years, to which she deemed, too impulsive, so maybe two years is seen as hasty in this time and age, but that doesn’t make Jeongguk feel all that much better about the pace between you and him, not that he’d ever voice that out, he knows you want to take things slowly, you’ve always been a build the foundation type of person.

However, you and Jeongguk have been dating for four years now, and you haven’t brought up about the mating marks before, you did talk about it briefly, but it wasn’t even a serious conversation, although you sounded very much sincere.

So now Jeongguk’s sulking in the pub where all his friends are laughing about something they’re reading on Jihyo’s phone, absently, a pout is on his lips, and his hyung notices it immediately, snapping Jeongguk’s attention away from staring at the rustic decor of the pub.

“Hey, you’re tired, aren’t you? You haven’t been talking all that much tonight,” Namjoon points out, his brows furrowed, he’s always seen Jeongguk as his little brother, brothers from a different mother.

“Nah, I’m okay, I was just spacing out,” Jeongguk dismisses, finishing his drink.

“We can leave if you want,” you say, immediately, preparing to get up from your seat, grabbing your purse.

“Yah, he said he’s gonna buy us drinks with his bonus, don’t you try skimming out on us,” Jihyo complains, arms crossed.

“He’s tired, Jihyo ah, I’ll buy you drinks next time okay,” you promise with that sweet voice you use to get things out of both the siblings, something that Jeongguk can never say no to, to which his sister sighs, nodding begrudgingly.

“Be grateful she loves you, can’t believe my brother stole my best friend,” she says, obviously joking, and Jeongguk nods absentmindedly, letting you lead him out of the pub.

Jeongguk heads home to sleep off the fatigue, but it was probably due to his bad mood and the alcohol that made him sleepy.

When Jeongguk woke up the next morning, he was feeling hot, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary to him, it is summer after all, but what had him questioning was the fact that you were cooking breakfast in the kitchen instead of going for your morning run with Jihyo.

Jeongguk clambers out of bed, messy hair and everything, hurrying to wash up, eager to have your cooking as breakfast.

“Hey. you’re up earlier than expected,” you joke when Jeongguk wraps his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck, lips almost slobbering near where your mating mark should be.

“It’s 9.30, of course I’m up,” Jeongguk says with a whiny voice, you just love to tease him, says that he sounds and looks cute when you do, so he indulges you.

“I don’t know, I thought you’d be more tired when you’re near your rut.”

Jeongguk freezes up at your comment, he was so busy that he hadn’t even noticed his scent had some minor changes over time, and he doused himself in cologne last night, craving for the scent of fresh laundry over his natural scent, so that’s probably why his friends hadn’t noticed.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I know you’d tell me to sleepover at Jihyo’s,” you say, turning around to run your hands over Jeongguk’s arms comfortingly, the act so sweet, but it instantly has Jeongguk hard.

“But, we, what if I accidentally mark you? What if your heat gets triggered? Then we’d have to-

“Hey, I’m ready, and I’m ready to have our mating marks now, I think it’s time, if you think you’re ready,” you reassured, you know he’s wanted this for quite some time now, but you were nervous, it isn’t an easy decision, choosing to be connected to someone in the closest way possible.

“But you’ll go into heat a bit later, don’t you have any performances lined up?” Jeongguk asked, eyes darting to every corner of your face to make sure you weren’t doing this out of obligation.

“I called out of work once I realised you were going into rut, and I’m really ready, Jeongguk, unless you’re not,” you look at him quizzically, but both of you know there’s no malice behind your tone, and the slight bossiness of your tone is certainly waking him up in more ways than one.

“How long till the brownies are done?” Jeongguk asked with a fluttering heart, he loves your brownies, and making it for breakfast is weird, but you love how weird he is, and you actively indulge in his quirkiness.

“About 20 minutes, think you could make me cum before they’re done?” you ask with a challenging tone, quickly taking off your apron.

“You bet,” Jeongguk says before he wraps his arms around your thighs, carrying you back to the bedroom where he emerged from not too long ago.

Jeongguk throws you on the bed lightly, getting a giggle out of you at the bounciness of the bed.

“Let’s see if you’ll be laughing in a bit, baby,” Jeongguk teases before he captures your lips with his, his lips still taste minty fresh from brushing his teeth.

Jeongguk breaks off the kiss to take off his shirt, his abs looking like they’re sculpted by greek gods under the morning rays.

Jeongguk manhandles you onto his thighs, he’s not a horny teenage alpha who can’t control his urges, but he just enjoys the process of having your cute butt grinding on his clothed cock.

You got the message quickly, rotating your hips in circular motions, arousal dampening Jeongguk’s sweatpants once his length starts to grow under your ministrations, getting turned on by the fact that you’re the only one with this sort of power over him.

“I need you fuck me, Jeongguk, 20 minutes, remember?” you remind him after having caught a whiff of the scent of chocolate mixing with your scents.

“Yeah, sure, baby,” Jeongguk promises, tugging your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts, your nipples pebbling up from the cool air of your shared bedroom, the AC still lingering in the air after you turned it off before leaving the room, catching the attention of your boyfriend, who quickly envelopes the closest nipple he could get to, sucking diligently, his other hand occupying your other boob, twisting, sucking, and licking, your back arching off into his hold, his free hand’s fingers dipping into the curve of your back, he tightens his hold on you before he ceases all actions.

“Present yourself, baby,” Jeongguk says, his voice dropping into a lower octave, his eyes flashing red, he’s not using his alpha voice, Jeongguk would rather chop off his dick than force you into having sex with him, he just knows you get your panties drenched whenever you hear his ‘sexy voice’, as you often call it, which is why you’re quick to get into position, hands and knees on the bed with your ass perched high for Jeongguk’s taking.

Jeongguk mutters curses under his breath at the sight of you, your pretty pussy shining with arousal that flows down to your smooth thighs, Jeongguk is definitely a lucky man.

When he starts dipping his fingers into your core, you whine.

“Just put it in, Guk, I’m ready,” you complain with a whine as you wiggle your butt enticingly, and it worked like magic, his hands smacking one of your cheeks, that recoil is going to kill him.

Then you feel it, the blunt tip finally breaching your walls, if your heat hasn’t started, it definitely has, with the way you get wetter with every inch Jeongguk feeds you, your omega accommodating to your alpha naturally.

When Jeongguk finally sinks his entire length into you, your toes curl at the feeling of being full.

“Can I move, baby?” Jeongguk asks, he knows the two of you are in a time crunch, but he’d rather let his favourite dessert burn than hurt you in any way.

“Yeah you can move,” you say breathlessly, Jeongguk steals your breath away at any situation, whether it’s because he’s fresh out of the shower, dressed up for a date, or merely cooking, he looks flawless executing what he does, especially in bed.

Jeongguk starts off with shallow thrusts, biting on his lower lip at the way your walls hug him right back deeper at every movement.

When Jeongguk feels your walls finally accommodating his size, he increases the pace of his thrusts, groaning when he feels you clenching onto his length when he finally hits that sweet spot that has you whining and body coursing in pleasurable ecstasy, your back arching into his touch, the sight of your round ass catching his attention, smacking your ass, hands grasping for a bit before he lets go, choosing to make his way to your pretty little clit.

Jeongguk knows you’re close, it’s written in the way you’re gripping him in an almost death grip.

“Cum for me, baby, need you to drench this cock so I can pop my knot inside you, fill you up with pups,” Jeongguk says with a groan by your ear before he feels his knot swelling, the added girth pushes you over the edge, your body spasming as you feel your breath being knocked out of you.

Soon after, Jeongguk’s knot starts to deflate, gushes of cum spilling into your womb, and that feeling kick starts this carnal need inside you.

“Need you to mark me, Guk, I’m ready, ready to be your mate,” you confess, still clenching onto him.

Jeongguk halts his movements, but the jerk of his cock gives him away.

“Please, your omega needs you,” you plead, stretching your neck to reveal the tempting expanse of your neck.

“Baby, we should talk about this-

“No, please, I’ve thought about this for a long time now, I’m ready,” you reassured.

“O-okay,” Jeongguk finally agrees, his alpha growling in agreement.

Jeongguk continues on with shallow thrusts while he rubs your clit in quick circles when he finally bites down on your neck, sealing the two of you together, and you would’ve never imagined this feeling.

The feeling of a weight lifted off, your omega that used to feel so restless, now being a part of you and your alpha.

Jeongguk quickly laps up the wound, easing the healing process before he pulls you sideways, wrapping his arms around your figure.

You curl up next to him seamlessly, sighing in contentment.

“When we’re done eating the brownies and your heat strikes again, you have to promise to give me my mating mark too,” Jeongguk says with a slight whine to his voice, the alpha image dissolving right before your eyes.

You weren’t surprised he asked for his own mating mark, the last time you guys discussed about mating marks, he had insisted on you marking him.

“I promise, now hurry up and deflate your knot or my brownies are really going to burn,” you say with a huff.

“Hush, there’s still 9 minutes left, we can just waddle to the oven together,” Jeongguk teases, which earns him a playful slap on his butt that’s conveniently within reach.

You definitely won’t regret being Jeongguk’s mate.

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Nighttime Comfort - Seth Jarvis

a/n: thanks to @human-trainwreck for the idea of the "best friend's younger brother" trope! i got the idea and ran with it and finish this in one night <3 if anyone has more seth ideas, send them my way! i had more ideas and definitely missed some things...part 2 maybe?? 👀

summary: you've always seen your best friend's little brother as just that, until one night, after thinking about him for months, everything changes when he comforts you after nightmares

warnings: mention of nightmares (no descriptions), slight age gap (i envisioned seth being 22 and reader being 23 or 24, so not terrible, but it's brought up multiple times)

word count: ~4.2k

“Seth should be gone by the time we get home, so you won’t have to deal with him while I’m out,” your best friend Daisy says to you as you near her home. The two of you had been out shopping all day, finally having time to spend with each other after your hectic schedules failed to line up for so long.

With your job at a local publishing company and the influx of demands your boss needed to meet the proper deadlines, and her traveling with her boyfriend, who is a hockey player in the NHL, it was hard to meet up. But finally, now that the off-season is here and your work has slowed down some, you could meet up and catch up on all the lost time.

“You know I don’t mind him,” you tell her. “He’s fun to be around.” She rolls her eyes at your words and you can’t help but laugh.

You grew up next to Daisy and Seth in Winnipeg and as time went on, you and Daisy became nearly inseparable, doing everything together and playing in each other’s backyards every day after school. That also led you to becoming rather close with her younger brother, only two years younger than you and her, but he was always around as their parents practically forced Daisy to include him.

Not that you minded, he was very amusing and a great joy; he was extremely chaotic and energetic, and was always trying to get you to laugh and mess with you in a teasing and fun way. Daisy was so embarrassed by him every time, but you truly weren’t bothered by it. 

Things changed a little right before you entered high school. During the summer between eighth grade and ninth, your family moved away, although it was still in the same district and within driving distance, no more than fifteen minutes. It did hinder your ability to see her and Seth outside of school or on the weekends. Things did go back to normal when you and Daisy got your licenses and could see each other whenever.

As the years went on, things continued to change and shift. With Seth going into the NHL, and Daisy becoming a WAG for the Winnipeg Jets, you rarely had time to see them over the past couple of years, but through different interviews and videos of him from the Hurricanes and other media, you could tell Seth was still the same guy you grew up with and knew so well.

“I haven’t seen him in a while anyway. I think the last time was around Christmas, when he came home. That was almost seven months ago.”

“Believe me, seven months is not enough time away from him,” she grumbles, making you throw your head back in laughter.

He was always the life of the party. He could light up a room with his energy and sweet smile just by walking into it, and he’s cheered you up countless times after numerous events that upset you over the years.

And you didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, you always felt something more for him. Some little voice in your mind was screaming that he’s a sweetheart and would be an incredible partner. But you pushed that idea down for many reasons, one of which is because you figured he never would see you as anything more than his older sister’s best friend; it was an unspoken rule, really, and neither of you wanted to cross that line.

The two of you drag your number of bags into her house, where you were staying for the week since her parents were on vacation and your apartment was being renovated because of a flood issue on your floor.

“Just set them down and we can go through everything when I get back,” she states.

She needed to run an errand with her boyfriend, to check on his grandmother about an hour away and bring her the prescription she needed. That meant you would be alone for the next three hours or so, and after the long day you had, it was exactly what you needed.

She left shortly after dropping everything off, and in the meantime, you showered and then ordered some food. Everything in the house was calm, you were watching your favorite TV show on the TV, and it felt peaceful to have this kind of downtime after a full, busy day.

But that peace was quickly ruined an hour or so later. The time rolled around to 7:45 and in comes Seth and a couple guys, who you recognize as fellow players on the Hurricanes. Turning around, you stare at them, wide-eyed in surprise, and as soon as Jarvy takes the sight of you in, he shouts excitedly.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?!” He yells, running over to you on the couch. Standing, you jump into his arms to hug him tightly, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne, a smell you’ve thought about every day since you got a whiff of it on Christmas. 

“My apartment is being worked on and since Daisy and I haven’t had time to see one another very much, she invited me to stay here. I know she said you are back here for a short while, but she said you’d be out.”

“What, not so happy to see me??” He teases, shoving your shoulder playfully once you pull away from the hug. “Yeah, well, the guys and I wanted to go to some bars, but after sitting around we decided to come back here and play video games instead.” He points to the two men behind him, one who has blond hair and piercing blue eyes and one has short brown hair and deep brown eyes.

“This is Jack and Jesperi, or you can call him KK,” he points to the brown-eyed hockey player, who smiles sweetly at you and waves.

“Nice to meet you guys. I can move up to Daisy’s room if you’d prefer the living room. She’s still gone and I don’t know when she’ll be back.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about that!” Jarvy stops you from moving your things. “We’re going to the basement to play, we won’t bother you at all. Unless we have to come back up for snacks and drinks, but we’ll try to keep it down.”

Chuckling softly, you nod and watch as they file into the furnished basement, yelling and shouting as they go. Thankfully, the noise wasn’t too loud to distract you, so you go back to watching your show with no worry.

As the hours tick by and your eyes start growing heavier, you knew you should have headed up to Daisy’s room to get some rest instead of on the couch, although their couch was rather comfy. It was a large sectional, big enough to fit their entire family for movie nights.

You were curled up in one corner of the L-shaped section, under a soft, fuzzy blanket that was keeping you warm. The low lighting that you had set in the living room and with the quiet lull of your comfort TV show was enough to ease you to sleep, though you were unaware.

Suddenly, you are jolting up, your neck feeling slightly sweaty and clammy, your breathing slightly erratic and your eyes trying to adjust back to the bright TV that remained on. Slowly, you become aware of your surroundings and turn to find Seth sitting near you, a worried expression on his face.

“Are you alright?” He wonders, his voice low and calming, not wanting to startle you anymore than he has. “You were mumbling something in your sleep and shaking a little.”

Your hand wipes across your face as you shift your body to sit up a little. Being in the moment, you were finally able to get a really good look at Seth, since earlier you were too taken by the excitement of seeing him and meeting new people.

His hair was long in the back, but on the sides, you could tell that he had recently gotten them shaved down some, but the top section flopped over to hide that area; it was something that was visible when he wore a hat, and it was a look you always liked. His facial hair was newly trimmed, his beard slightly scruffy and his mustache somewhat full.

He was wearing an old Canes t-shirt, the neckline cut off to fit him loosely, and a pair of basketball shorts that were slightly smaller than usual, riding up his leg and showing a small glimpse of the tattoo on his right thigh.

“I-I was having a weird dream,” you murmur, taking a couple deep breaths. Seth moves a little closer, sensing all you needed was some comfort. “What time is it?”

“Around 11:30. Daisy called me and said something came up and she won’t able to make it back tonight. She said she tried calling you but you weren’t answering. Now I see why,” he answers with a lighthearted laugh.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to fall asleep out here. I should head upstairs.”

Seth thinks for a moment before he holds his hand up, silently telling you to stay put.

“Give me two minutes,” he says before darting off. You sat there, confused as hell as he ran up the stairs, leaving you alone once again.

You quickly text Daisy back, letting her know you had fallen asleep and everything was good, and that you’d see her in the morning, before reaching for the glass of water that had been left untouched for the past few hours and taking a large sip. 

Minutes later, Seth comes trudging down the stairs with his comforter and an extra blanket, along with two pillows. He also had a change of clothes for himself, and once he reaches the couch, he piles everything onto the cushions at your feet.

“We’re having a little sleepover,” he states. “My sister ditched you so I’m stepping in. Plus we haven’t spent time together in a long time so we have to make up for it.” He winks and laughs at your shocked face.

“You really don’t have to do this. What about KK and Jack? Aren’t they downstairs?”

“Nope. They left right before you woke up. They’re staying in a hotel nearby so they’re gone for the night. Just you and me.” 

After he gets everything set up, he runs off to the bathroom down the hall to change and when he returns in a pair of sweats and a different t-shirt, he sighs heavily and stares down at the couch.

“Okay, so I’ll sleep this way, and you can sleep with your legs out that way so you have more room,” he tells you, waving his hands all over. He specifically pointed to the spot you were sitting in, how he’d have his legs on the cushions jutting out and you would sleep perpendicular to him.

“Where would my pillow go?” You wonder, grabbing onto the extra one he had from his bed. You can’t help but smile at the scent that covers it, a mixture of Seth’s shampoo and conditioner and his cologne. His comforter was the same way, soaked in the smell of his body wash, a woods-y and earthy scent that you were most familiar with, similar to his cologne.

“Here,” he gets situated on the couch, his legs stretching straight out on the cushion. He places the pillow down on his legs and pats it, signaling that’s where you can lay. It was nothing out of the ordinary, really, the three of you used to sleep on each other like this when you were younger, more innocent.

Not that he was asking in an inappropriate way now, but it was something you figured you’d grown out of. But being too tired and too scared to fight, you just laugh it off and get under the covers. He left his comforter for you and used the two blankets for himself, something you found unfair to him.

You place your head in his lap, against the pillow, and immediately, his hands start playing with your hair softly, making sure not to tug at any knots that he couldn’t see. He was more so twirling the ends for his own comfort, something you picked up on when you were kids.

After laying there for a bit, no words spoken between the two of you, the guilt of him being down here, keeping you company was rising in your chest; you knew you shouldn’t have felt this way, but he didn’t have to do all of this.

“Seth, you don’t have to sit down here with me,” you suddenly sit up, looking over at him. A hurt and confused look crosses his face as he adjusts his body.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to, trust me. I know how you used to struggle with nightmares and no one should be left alone after having one.” His voice is gentle and soothing, trying to get across the fact that he wants to be here with you, and it’s no obligation or issue at all.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you whisper. But he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“Well I’m not leaving,” he shakes his head. “What’s going on? I thought it would be nice to see each other again and be with one another now that you’re here.”

You pause and let his words sink in. He was right. Why were you pushing back? But with one look into his brown eyes, lit by the soft glow of a nearby salt lamp you had turned on earlier, you were very aware.

You had fallen for Jarvy and now there was no denying it.

You think back to the last time you saw him, in December. You couldn’t quit stealing glances at him throughout the day, watching as he laughed with his loved ones and how bright his unique smile was, how much you loved seeing it and how you longed to be the reason he was smiling so joyfully.

How you longed to hold his hand and cuddle up next to him on the couch, watching whatever Christmas movie was playing on the TV, surrounded by your family and his, having him press kisses to your temple.

It made your chest feel all warm and fuzzy thinking about what being his partner would be like. Was he serious in times when it was needed? Or did he used humor and laughter to cope with everything?

“(Y/N)?” He waves his hand in front of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sigh softly and grin at him.

“Sorry, was just…thinking about something. But you’re right, it is nice to see you and be able to spend time with just you…” you trail off, hoping the tone of your voice didn’t give your little crush away. He smiles at you and opens his arms.

“So how about we cuddle instead? I’ve been told I give wonderful cuddles in times of need like this,” he states playfully, which in turn makes you giggle. He gives you that bright, wide smile as you move your body, but before you can super comfortable, you motion for him to switch positions and lay parallel with you, so both of your legs were on the actual couch rather than the sectional.

Since the space was big enough, you both fit rather comfortably, once Seth finally gets settled. You curl into his left side, nuzzling your face into chest, your eyes fluttering closed. What you couldn’t tell was the fact that Seth’s heart was racing in his chest at the turn of events. 

He’s now under his own comforter, your legs tangling with his underneath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, and one is softly rubbing up and down your back underneath the covers. It’s such a sweet and intimate movement, and it makes your own heart beat faster.

Silence falls over the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say, but instead, you enjoy the silence and the presence of each other.

“Would now be an acceptable time to admit that I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time?” He whispers, avoiding moving in case you wanted to pull away from him. But to his surprise, you stay put, reaching for his right hand that was stroking up and down your arm.

“You have?” You wonder, a little taken aback by his admission, threading your fingers with his. He watches in curiosity but smiles as he feels your touch in his.

“Yeah. Ever since you came home from school that one day in eighth grade, I was in sixth. You said some boy made a comment about you and you cried to me because Daisy wasn’t home yet. I-”

“You started telling me all these strange things about what the kid does and how awful he is to try and get me to laugh,” you fill in his sentence, remembering back to that day as clear as can be.

Seth had started telling you weird things that were very obviously not true, but what else is an eleven year old supposed to say? He was making things up like, “he keeps his boogers on a piece of notebook paper in his binder” or “his fingernails grow so fast he has to have them cut every day, and then he saves them to try and get in the Guinness Book of World Records for most amount of nail shavings collected”. Outrageously ridiculous statements.

But by the end, you were laughing with him, forgetting about all the mean things he said about you, and thanks to Jarvy, feeling better about yourself, even though you knew none of what he was saying was true.

“I know we were never super close the way that you and Daisy are, but I could never deny my crush for you. I expected you to think it was weird, considering I’m her younger brother and that’s all I knew I’d be. But goddamn, seeing you again, especially in such a soft and laid-back setting, it’s reignited that feeling.”

You were truly speechless. You had no idea what to say. He really had a crush on you?

“Then I think it’s fair to admit that I also like you, but pushed it away because I thought you only ever saw me as, well, as your older sister’s best friend, I thought it would be weird. But I like you a lot, Seth.”

His hand drops yours and it comes to rest on the side of your face, gently bringing your chin up to look up at him. His eyes were filled with adoration and tenderness as his hand cupped your cheek, careful with the amount of pressure he was using, letting you know you could push him away at any point still.

“So when was the moment you fell for me?” He asks, that crooked smile threatening to break. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realize you don’t have a story similar to his.

“This past holiday season. When you came home for Christmas, I realized quite a few things, and one of them is I can’t deny that I have feelings for you and wish what it would be like to be yours,” you whisper to him, gazing into his eyes. His thumb rubs against the apple of your cheek as you explain your side. He then takes a moment to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and it sends your heart into a frenzy.

“Oh really?” He pushes in a teasing manner. “Like what?”

“Like falling asleep in your arms, but in a more romantic way than platonic way when we were younger. Being able to come up and hug and kiss you whenever, wearing your jersey to your games, knowing that only you and I know that I’m yours and the most important person in the crowd wearing your number.” He can’t help the blush that dusts his cheeks at your last comment. “And I can assume that’s something you’ve thought about plenty of times, right?”

Seth laughs and nods his head, still looking down at you with so much love.

“I won’t lie, I have. And you’d be able to get a WAG playoff jacket, and how adorable you’d look in them.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he continues to hold your cheek in his hand.

“You know, my parents always joked with your parents about when we’d get together. And Daisy always shut them down whenever she heard them talk about it because how weird, right? But there was one night, a few years back, right before I was drafted. We were in the backyard, looking up at the stars, and she told me I should go for it with you, if I liked you. How she thought we’d be good together, how I’d treat you right and how you would love me for as I am. I think she could always sense that I liked you more than a friend, but was too scared to say it because you two were friends first, and pretty close.”

You are stunned by his words. You never knew Daisy said that, but to hear that she thought her brother was good enough for you, you knew that this decision, or whatever outcome for tonight was going to be, it was going to be a good choice.

Seth is a good guy, and you’ve seen this for many years. Now, you are seeing him in a different light, one where his smile sends butterflies to your stomach rather than a simple “Daisy’s younger brother is so adorable” kind of way. One where you got to see the fun and excitable, puppy-dog energy side but also his serious and down-to-earth side where he could settle those feelings and be real with you.

“Now that I think about it, around that time she did start trying to push me for gossip on if I thought you were cute or if I was seeing anyone, because she was wanting to set me up with someone. And I’m going to safely bet that it was you.”

He chuckles and then clears his throat, becoming all serious again. But you have one more comment you need to get out.

“I love your smile,” you state. His cheeks redden slightly and your own smile tugs at your lips. “I’m not sure what it is about it, but every time I saw it in an interview, or some fun little video, and especially at Christmas, I can’t help but fall harder and harder each time.”

Your statement elicits that lovely smile from him, but in a more bashful sense, something you never thought you’d see.

“You’re so adorable,” you giggle, reaching up to hold his face in your hand as well. The tension between the two of you was thick, and with your breathing mixing together, you were starting to get dizzy from it all. 

This was all so much.

“Can I…” he starts, but hesitates, trying to gauge the look in your eyes. He takes a deep breath and then continues. “Can I please kiss you now?” 

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you from how he phrases his words. He sounded so desperate but also so careful.

“Please,” you beg quietly, inching your hands into his hair to tug at the locks at the back of his neck to pull him down towards you. Within seconds, your lips meet in a searing but gentle and nervous kiss, both of you testing the waters for now. But when Seth feels you leaning more into it, he deepens it just slightly, not wanting to go too far tonight, but also wanting you to know he’s serious about this and it wasn’t a one-off thing.

The kiss ends much to your dismay when Jarvy pulls back, his forehead resting against yours.

“Go on a date with me,” he all but demands. This elicits a giggle from you before you kiss him once more.

“Of course I will,” you reply, moving down to cuddle back up with him. 

Finally, the two of you were settled in all cozy, no longer on edge and wondering if one thing is going to upset the other. Now that the admission of your feelings was done and over with, the two of you could relax against each other, knowing this meant more than just two friends falling asleep with one another.

With his soft touch running along your back, soothing you to sleep, you were out like a light in minutes, but Jarvy stayed up, watching whatever episode of your show that was on, often looking down at you to make sure you remained asleep. 

He fell asleep not long after, the grin on his face remaining there like it was stuck forever, holding the person he loves most in the world, feeling like he was on cloud nine, knowing life could only get better now that you two had admitted your years-worth of pent up feelings

#seth jarvis #seth jarvis imagines #seth jarvis x reader #seth jarvis imagine #seth jarvis fanfic #hockey #hockey fanfic #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[blushweddinggowns]

“I am sorry,” Eddie said for probably the millionth time, cringing at the glare Chrissy was sending his way. She wasn’t nuclear pissed but she was pissed, “Don’t look at me like that! You know I’d just be miserable if I went.”

Chrissy sighed, but she didn’t sound very surprised, “I just can’t believe after all that talk, you’re ditching me again.” 

Eddie shrugged, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. But his mind was already made up,  “I’ll owe you twice. But for now I’m staying right here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Cute boy trumps over me, I get it, ” Chrissy joked as she peered over at Steve, “Y’know, you could come with us. It’s only for a few months. And uh, you could bring a friend. Or two.”

It was actually kind of impressive, how fast Steve was able to move to cover Robin’s mouth. The yes was written all over her face, but Steve was ready to be the voice of reason, “Unfortunately, no. Nancy has the BAR exam in a few weeks and Robin has already been enlisted to help her through it.”

“Shame,” Chrissy sighed, laughing when Robin shook Steve’s hand away from her with a glare. But the lack of response made it clear she had no counterpoint. Chrissy went on, her eyes going back to Steve, “But that didn’t explain why you couldn’t go.”

Eddie watched, a little nervous about what he would say. Because while yes, it would be fun to drag Steve around the world on tour with his best friend, Eddie was kind of hoping to keep him to himself awhile longer. 

Steve blushed at the invitation, “That’s uh, quite the offer but-”

“But you should pay him if he goes,” Robin said bluntly, nodding Eddie’s way, “Especially if he quits his job for you. Honestly, I think you should reimburse him for the sick days he had to take because of your lying ass-”

Steve slapped her on the arm, his face on fire, “Robin!”

Chrissy just laughed as she watched them, “See? Stuff like this is exactly why I like you!”

Robin flushed at the compliment, but shrugged , “What? I’m just adding some realism to the whirlwind romance in case he fucks you over again.”

Huh. That was kind of a good point. Eddie hadn’t even thought of that. He didn’t know how it looked to literally add his boyfriend on to the payroll but…

“We could do a trust fund kind of thing?” Eddie offered instead, “That might be easier. No strings attached.”

“Irrevocable?” Robin asked, ignoring Steve trying and failing to shut her up again. 

“That would be the no strings attached part, yes.”

“Ooh, I like that-”

“He’s not going to pay me to be his boyfriend!” Steve interrupted with a huff, looking between them like they were the ones being unreasonable, “You can’t be serious about this.”

Eddie frowned, “Baby, it wouldn’t be paying you to be my boyfriend. You would get it if you dumped me or not. It would be more like…”

“A thank you for being his boyfriend!” Robin finished for him, “Honestly Steve, it’s the least he can do.”

Eddie nodded with her, “It really is.”

Steve stared at him, eyes wide, “Holy shit, you are literally insane. You are a crazy person.”

“Get used to that,” Chrissy sighed as she picked up her bag, “Now I gotta go. Hug me.”

Eddie did just that, sweeping her up into a big hug, one that took her clear off the ground. She laughed as he squeezed her, giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye. She did the same to Steve, though both of them politely looked away when she took things a little further with Robin. Even Eddie was a little surprised. He knew Chirssy could move fast but this seemed a little too… loving. Even for her. 

“I’ll call you when I get back. Just text me when Nancy gets off work,” She said quietly after she stepped back from her, a light flush to her cheeks, “I hope I can see you both again. It was fun.”

“I-yeah. Definitely,” Robin stuttered out, “Will do that. Yes.”

They all waved goodbye, watching her disappear into the airport before turning back for the car. 

“So,” Robin said as she got back into the backseat, “Trust fund. How do we make that happen?”

Steve groaned, covering his eyes with his hand, “Please stop trying to make me into an escort, Robin.”

“Oh my god, has love made you stupid?” Robin asked as she rolled her eyes, “He’s a millionaire who fucked you over. Why shouldn’t you get any money?”

“Babe, for the love of god shut the fuck up. He’s right here.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie chimed in as he started the engine, “Besides, I think she’s right. It is the least I can do. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-

“That isn’t the insane part!” Steve interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath, “Both of you… just stop talking.”

Eddie sighed but listened, glancing in the rearview for Robin’s reaction. She didn’t look pleased either, but when she caught his eye she perked up.

Text me about it, Robin mouthed at him through the mirror.

I will, Eddie mouthed back, snapping his mouth back closed when Steve glanced at him. 

Eddie didn’t think much of it after that. He dropped Robin and Steve off, texted her about the idea on and off throughout the day, checked in on Chrissy when she made it home, then picked Steve up from work. He made him dinner, listened as he talked about his shift, and then pulled him into his lap for some bad reality television. 

It was an incredibly normal night, one that Eddie still couldn’t believe he got to keep. But fuck, was he grateful. 

“Hey, baby?” Steve said around a half-hour in, his voice sleepy and adorable. 

Eddie couldn’t help but kiss his forehead, smiling down at him, “Yeah?”

“Can I see your phone?” Steve sweetly asked.

“Sure,” Eddie said, handing it right off to him. He had nothing to hide, not anymore. He was even back to the convenience of having one phone, his stupid extra donated to charity the day after he got Steve back. Besides, it made sense for Steve to have the code anyway, it was his birthday after all. He didn’t even think about it as Steve unlocked it.

He probably should have thought about it. 

“I fucking knew it,” Steve groaned before shoving the phone right back into his face, “What’s this?”

Eddie blinked at him, biting his lip as he was confronted with a pretty indepth trust plan with Robin. Eddie shrugged at him, guilty as charged when he answered, “You just told us to stop talking then. You never said we couldn’t bring it up later.”

from the next chapter of this fic

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[softestqueeen]

i can't do this anymore!

pairing: bbc!sherlock x gn!reader

summary: When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

warnings: nothing really, just miscommunication and a little angst

a/n: hey, this is my first ever fanfic so please be a bit patient with me. English is not my first language, I apologise for all the mistakes I've probably made.

Sherlock and you have been in an relationship for almost two years and so far everything was going great. Well, at least that’s what Sherlock thought.

Until one day, when he overheard you on the phone talking to your best friend, Mary. It wasn’t his intention to eavesdrop, but you looked upset while talking and he just wanted to assure he wasn’t the cause for it.

You were on the phone ranting to your best friend about wanting to quit your job. It didn’t make you happy anymore and you’ve already applied for new jobs. You didn’t tell Sherlock yet, because he was very busy with one of his cases and didn’t want to bother him with something that could wait.

“I’ve noticed that in these past few weeks I wasn’t happy anymore with this situation. I can’t keep on doing this, it’s just too much. So the only right thing to do, is end it. Once and for all.”, you told her.

Hearing this, Sherlocks heart shattered. He thought you were happy with how things were in your relationship, but apparently that was not the case. He couldn’t hear what Mary said on the other end, but he could hear very clearly that your plan was to end it tomorrow.

He couldn’t lose you. You were his everything, his reason to live. You made his life worth living and managed to break down the walls he built to protect himself. He trusted you with his life, so just thinking about you wanting to break up with him, nearly send him spiralling.

He didn’t know what to do or say so hedecided to wait until tomorrow and then beg you to not break up with him. Even if he’d have to get on his knees and beg. Alone the thought of you leaving made tears well up in his eyes.

He quickly composed himself, because he could hear you saying goodbye to your best friend. Acting like he was in his mind palace when you entered, gave him some time to think about what to say tomorrow.

“Hey Sherly”, he could hear your joyful voice call for him, but choose to ignore it, keeping up with the act. You were not happy at all with Sherlock ignoring you. After all the time you’ve spent with the consulting detective you knew when he was really in his mind palace and when he was just pretending.

With a frown on your face, you bent down to be at eye level with him. You crossed your arms and lifted an eyebrow. The moment you lifted your brow you could already hear the defeated sigh from your boyfriend.

“Hello, love”, he greeted you with a tight lipped smile. Immediately a crease started to form between your brows. “Is everything alright, honey?”, you asked him. “Yes, everything is just fine, love. I just have to.. uh.. go to a crime scene. Exactly, John called, he needs my help. Now. Don’t wait up for me.”, while explaining his not really convincing plan he put on his signature coat and his scarf.

He kissed you on the side of your head and left without another word. You could just mumble a short “take care” before you heard the door to the busy streets of London shut closed.

Not going to lie, you were worried. Why was he acting so weird all of the sudden? He seemed almost distant. Normally, when something is on the genius’ mind he talks to you. You’ve made a lot of progress since you first got together and talk about almost everything. You knew each other so well, you could always tell what’s on his mind, even if he doesn’t like to admit that. It’s his own fault, if he teaches you to deduct people. But in this case you wanted to wait until he came to you with his worries. Whatever it was it seemed to really bother your boyfriend.

Sherlock wandered around aimlessly before he returned to Baker Street. He wasn’t ready to face you just yet, so he did something he rarely did. He visited his house keeper Mrs. Hudson. He was that desperate.

He knocked twice, before the elderly woman opened the door with a surprised smile on her lips. “What do I owe the honour to, Sherlock? You never come to visit me.”, she ushered him in and set on a kettle.

“Uhm… I fear y/n wants to break up with me.”, he mumbled, not daring to look Mrs. Hudson in the eyes. “Oh, Sherlock! What makes you believe that?”, she wanted to know from the detective, that has grown into her heart and is now like a son to her. She was worried, she knew how much you meant to him.

On the other side she also knew how much you loved him and doubted that you wanted to end things. Sherlock told her what he overheard of your conversation. “But Sherlock, are you really sure that’s what she meant? Couldn’t she have been talking about her job or something?”, she wanted to know.

He just shrugged and sipped his tea.

“I think you should go and talk to her, Sherlock. Maybe it’s all just a big misunderstanding.”, she reasoned. Still unsure of himself he nodded and thanked her for the advice. “Anytime, Sherlock, anytime.”

He went back into the flat you two shared, first as flatmates and now as lovers. He couldn’t see you anywhere and softly called out your name. He went into his bedroom, which the two of you mostly share and found you underneath the blanked, hugging his pillow. The dried tears on your face made his heart shatter.

He wasn’t sure what to do, thinking he messed up. He undressed and put on his pyjamas, but instead of joining his lover in the bed, he went back to the living area and settled on the couch. It wasn’t comfortable but he couldn’t sleep anyways. At around 4 o’clock in the morning his exhaustion won and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn’t something new, but you worried about your boyfriends whereabouts. A lot.

You got up and found him asleep on the couch, looking incredibly uncomfortable, his tall frame not fitting into the small space provided. You started to rub your hand up and down his arm to wake him up.

Slowly he opened his blue-green eyes and looked into your e/c eyes. He sat up, stretched and then looked at you like a kicked puppy. If you looked close enough you could even see a pout forming on his plump lips.

“Sherlock, what’s wrong?”, you asked cautiously.

After a very pregnant pause he chocked out, “Please don’t leave me. I- I- I just cant live without you, you are my everything!”

You looked at the tear that rolled down his face, taking a path over his high cheekbone to the corner of his lip, with utter shock and heartbreak.

“Oh darling, what makes you believe I want to break up with you?”, you sat down next to him, cupped his cheek and used the pad of your thumb to wipe away a new tear that threatened to roll down his face. “I love you so much, I would never leave you!”

Sherlock released a shaky breath and leaned forward, making your foreheads touch. He cupped your face and whispered with his eyes closed, “I thought you’re going to leave me. I- I was so scared I-“ “Shh, it’s alright, darling. I’m not going to leave you. You’re stuck with me now.”

The last sentence made the detective smile. You furrowed your brows. “What made you think I was going to leave you?”, you wanted to know. He looked hesitant and then admitted, “I heard you talking to Mary about how fed up you were and that you wanted to end things. I assumed that you were talking about us.” He avoided looking at your eyes.

You chuckled a bit but stopped when you saw his puzzled expression. “I want to quit my job. I’m not unhappy with us, silly, I’m unhappy with my boss and my colleagues. I haven’t told you about it because you’ve been so busy with your case.”, you reassured him, “Why did you eavesdrop on our conversation in the first place?”

“You looked worried and I wanted to be sure that I’m not the cause of it. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”, he confessed. You knew that when he dropped the words ‘I’m sorry’ he really meant it.

“It’s alright, you meant it well.”, you told him, “I wish you would have been honest with me from the beginning, but I could have asked you what’s going on when I noticed you acting weird. From now on we know better.”

“You are right. As always.”, even though he whispered the last part, you’ve still heard it.

With a soft smile you stood up, “Come on darling, let’s go to bed.”

He immediately stood up, picked you up bridal style and took you to his bedroom.

He was just glad, he still gets to call you his love.

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[rubyreduji]

a producer's studio — ljh

summary: when you meet jihoon at age 15 he fills your stomach with butterflies. now at age 25 you find that sometimes things never change.

tags: smut (minors dni!), chilhood friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst, producer!au, idol!au warnings: jealous!jihoon, fingering, oral (f. receiving), reader has nipple pericings, soft sex, first times, reader is a virgin wc: 5.4k an: i wanted to post a short jihoon fic because i love him so much but then it turned into having an actual plot whoops (it actually didn't turn out how i wanted it but i wasn't gonna scrap a fic that was already 3k words in so…)

“I’m Lee Jihoon.” The boy in front of you has black hair that falls over his forehead and soft round cheeks. “I’m a new trainee too! Maybe you and I can be friends.” He flashes a smile at you and you feel your face heat up.

You don’t know why you’re even flustered to begin with, it doesn’t happen often, but this boy makes your stomach flutter and your heart clench. Maybe it’s because he’s just like you, or maybe it’s because he’s the first person who seems genuinely interested in becoming your friend. You're not sure, but you are sure that you hope that he's right and you guys can become friends.

After that day you don’t see Jihoon too much, considering he trains with the boys and you train with the girls, but you do see him enough to build the semblance of a friendship between you two. You guys sometimes talk in the evenings after training and you trade stories of your groups.

You’re still quite shy around him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. (Maybe you wouldn’t be so shy if your heartbeat didn’t speed up everytime he looked at you.) You wouldn’t call Jihoon shy, but it’s obvious he’s a little reserved when talking to you, but he seems to be like that around everyone. Maybe he’s just cautious before getting to know someone. You don't mind either, as long as he stays talking to you.

It’s not exactly a crush, but you do have a bit of an interest? fascination? in Jihoon. You like how passionate and hard working he is. You've both taken an interest in the producing aspect of the K-Pop industry and you like to talk about that together. Outside of producing and being trainees you guys share plenty of other interests as well like the shows you watch and the foods you like. You enjoy his friendship and he obviously enjoys being around you as well.

Over the years you guys warm up to each other more and more until Jihoon is one of the people you are closest with. You see him less and less though as his debut date gets closer. He doesn’t seem to have much free time on his hands anymore but it still warms your heart when he's able to slip away to come see you. Jihoon even sends you some of the tracks he’s working on for you to help out with. When you guys are able to talk, your conversations always drift to your careers, dreaming of your futures climbing up the ranks of the K-Pop world.

That was a decade ago. You and Jihoon both are now international K-Pop sensations with stable careers and multiple awards under your belts. It’s not uncommon for you guys to have each other’s names on your tracks due to the amount of collaboration you guys do. Your groups are close and all of your fans love to see the interactions between each other.

You and Jihoon have grown a lot since the first day you met, both growing in your bodies and personalities, and even though you guys have been friends for ten years, it doesn’t stop you from sometimes still slipping into that shy persona you once always held.

Due to the nature of your job you’ve never had a boyfriend or even had sex with anyone. You do occasionally find yourself daydreaming of Jihoon in both situations though. You know it will never happen for a multitude of reasons, and you kind of hate yourself for even thinking about him in that way, but sometimes you can’t help but think about it.

Jihoon has always been there for you since day one. He’s one of your best friends and someone you can always rely on. You’re not sure when your little infatuation with Jihoon turned into a full blown crush but it’s been going on for far too long. It doesn’t help that you and Jihoon are always around each other and that your fans ship you guys an aggressive amount. You two ignore it but sometimes you wish that Jihoon would show some kind of emotion to it, even if it was disgust, just so you can gauge his reaction.

It wasn’t uncommon for your members to tease you guys whenever you would be at the same event or even if they caught you guys together working on a song. You would always blush a bit and tell them to shut up while Jihoon would grumble at them and get defensive, but he did that whenever his friends teased him about anything so it wasn’t enough to know if he was putting up an act or was actually upset about it.

Even if Jihoon liked you back a fraction of the amount you like him, you could never be with him, at least not for a long time. Seventeen just renewed their contract for another seven years and when your contract is up you know that your group will be doing the same. You guys are idols first, this is your whole career. You belong to the people, to the fans, and dating makes things messy and it would be even worse if you guys did date and it didn’t work out. There are too many factors, too many risks.

Nobody actually knows about your crush on Jihoon, though you’re sure everyone has their suspicions. You’re just glad the fans haven’t caught on yet or that would be embarrassing for you, having to see even more edits of you staring lovingly at your friend. The edits and posts you’ve seen so far are already bad enough. The fans have even started speculating that some of your love songs are about Jihoon and they’re not wrong but it’s a fact that you don’t want anybody to know.

“Y/N!”

You look up from your computer and pull the ear cover off of your right ear. Jihoon is standing behind you with a notebook in one hand and a bag in the other. You slide your headphones off your head and down around your neck at the sight of him.

Your guys’ new studios are right next to each other inside of the HYBE building, after you guys got moved out of the Pledis building. You spend equal amounts of time in both of the studios though.

“Hey! Thought you could use a break,” Jihoon tells you as he takes a seat on your couch and opens up the bag to pull out two servings of fried chicken. You put your headphones down on your desk and move your chair over to where he is beforing grabbing your food.

“My trainer is going to kill you,” you tell him but still dig right in.

“Are you still working on that song from yesterday?”

You sigh. You can’t seem to get this one song perfect and you don’t know why. It’s not working out how you want and you and Jihoon messed around with it all day yesterday and it still didn’t sound right. “Yes. I honestly might just set it aside for now. It’s just a solo song so it’s not super pressing, at least not as much as some of the group songs are.”

Jihoon frowns at this. “If that’s what you think, but don’t give up, I know it will come together eventually.”

“Thanks Jihoonie.” You shoot a grin at him.

“Hey since I’m here, want to help me with these lyrics?”

You watch from the side as Jihoon, Seungcheol, and Soonyoung shake their asses. You already know that the move is going to be a fan favorite. You love watching Jihoon dance and you smile as his voice cuts through the rest as he sings his part. When the boys are done filming, Jihoon runs up to you.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”

“I thought I’d get out of the studio and drop by. I like your pants.” You grin at him and Jihoon chuckles as well at the two pairs of pants that sit around his hips.

“What are you doing after this?” Jihoon asks you. You respond with nothing and Jihoon smiles at you. “Want to get take out and watch a movie with the boys at the dorm?”

When the filming wraps up you join Jihoon and Soonyoung as they pick up food and go back to their dorm. Seungkwan and Jeonghan have already set up most of the things for the movie night and they look thrilled to see the food has arrived.

“Y/N-noona!” Seungkwan runs up to you and throws his arms around you and you hug him back.

“Hey Kwannie!”

“Are you staying for the movie?”

“Yep!”

Seungkwan cheers a bit more and pulls you onto the couch to cuddle. You hear a scoff and look over to see Jihoon rolling his eyes.

“Let her breathe Seungkwan.” He’s setting one of the bags of take out on the counter.

“Don’t worry Jihoon, it’s okay,” you laugh as Seungkwan pouts. You bury yourself deeper into his arms to show that it’s okay.

Soon Jihoon is walking over to you with two plates of food and he sits down on the other side of you before handing you a plate.

“Where’s mine?” Seungkwan asks.

“Get it yourself,” Jihoon grunts and you giggle. Seungkwan whines but still lets go of you to go get his food. You shift over so your arm brushes up against Jihoon’s. You two eat silently as the other three settle down and start the movie.

When you and Jihoon are both finished with your food, Jihoon takes your plates to the seat before taking his spot next to you again, this time pulling you into his arms. You know Jihoon isn’t big on skinship but he never seems to hesitate to touch you. You hope he can’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. If you guys were any closer you’d be sitting on Jihoon’s lap.

“Why do I never get to cuddle Y/N?” Soonyoung’s voice interrupts the movie as he stares up at you and Jihoon on the couch from where he’s sitting on the floor. “A little selfish of you Jihoonie.”

“Shut up.” You can’t see him but you know if you were looking at Jihoon he would be rolling his eyes. “Get your own friend.”

“Y/N is my friend! I want my Y/N time!” Before anyone can stop him Soonyoung is standing up and wedging himself in between you and Seungkwan on the couch so he can be pressed into your other side. You laugh as he does but Jihoon is huffing at his actions and Seungkwan is yelling and hitting at Soonyoung. Jeonghan snickers as the three boys start to fight even more. While they’re distracted you pull yourself away from Jihoon and move over to Jeonghan who happily wraps you up in his arms.

“How long do you think it will take them to notice?” Jeonghan whispers.

“At least three more minutes.”

Your guess is right and it isn’t until Seungkwan and Soonyoung are full on wrestling while Jihoon yells at them do any of them notice.

“Y/N! You traitor, how dare you go over to the devil!” Soonyoung says, fake scandalized.

“Hey! I’m an angel,” Jeonghan says and you giggle even more.

“You guys ruin everything,” Jihoon mutters. You pull yourself from Jeonghan to walk up to Jihoon and pull him into a hug.

“Don’t pout Ji it’s okay!” Jihoon seems to melt into your arms and he smirks smugly at the other members.

“See, fighting is useless when she likes me best.” Jihoon then sits down, pulling you onto his lap as he does. You squeal a bit before you fully settle. The other boys seem to pout a bit but don’t say anything more as you continue on with the movie.

“Can you go higher on that part? Come, come into my world,” you sing the last word higher. Vernon nods and tries again.

“That sounds great, thanks Vernon,” Jihoon tells him.

Just then Seokmin walks into the studio. His eyes light up at the sight of you and he pulls you into a hug. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were going to be here today. Aren’t you guys rehearsing today?”

“Ah, I thought I’d drop by to help with the recording. The Hip Hop Unit is doing dance practice but that doesn’t entail me, and I’m not far if they do need me.”

You love helping Seventeen record. You love your girls as well, of course, but the group of rowdy boys always brings up your mood. There are just so many of them and they’re all so talented. It's never boring being around them.

When recording wraps up you and Jihoon go back to his studio so he can piece together the whole song. Even though your guys’ studios are nearly identical, you love being in Jihoon’s more. Maybe it’s because there’s always a handful of boys hanging around or because his couches are a bit more broken in than yours. Not to mention he always had better food than you in his studio because the boys constantly bring their own snacks in. Deep down you know it’s because you love being able to watch Jihoon work, his face concentrated as he plays with the pitch of the song, but you won't admit that outloud.

“Jihoon-hyung!” The studio door is opening and Mingyu bounds in. All previous thoughts are forgotten though when his eyes land on you. “Y/N!” He moves over to the couch and wraps you up in his arms. He practically smothers you as his large body lays on top of you on the couch. You giggle though and wrap your arms around him as his large head buries itself into your neck. His body rests in between your legs and he hums contently at the warmth of your body.

“What do you want, Mingyu?” Jihoon’s annoyed voice interrupts the sweet moment between you and the large puppy boy. 

“Oh right! Uh…”

A sigh from Jihoon. “Did you forget?”

“...Yes,” Mingyu admits shyly. “I’m sorry! Y/N is just so comfy and it distracted me,” he whines and hugs you tighter.

“If you don’t have a reason to be here then, get out.” Jihoon’s voice is demanding. “I need to work on this song and you’re distracting.”

“But Y/N can be in here!”

“Since when are you Y/N? Exactly.” Jihoon’s glare burns into Mingyu which has the younger boy quickly pulling away from you and scuttling out the door. You miss the weight of his body on top of yours and frown towards Jihoon.

“You didn’t have to kick him out like that, or at least you could have done it in another way.”

“He was being a nuisance. I need to focus on this song.”

You sit up at this. You don’t know what has the boy in a bad mood and you hope you don’t make it worse. “Do you uh, do you want me to leave as well?”

“No,” Jihoon answers firmly. “It’s…different for you. You’re a producer as well, you understand and you aren’t annoying. I like you here. This is our space, you know.”

You know he most likely means ‘our’ in a loose way, saying that generally about studio spaces belonging to producers, but it doesn’t stop your heart from fluttering when you hear him say it. Our space. A place for just you and Jihoon.

Idol and Producer Woozi from K-Pop Group Seventeen Seen On Date with Mystery Girl

You stare down at the headline. You were casually scrolling on Twitter, waiting for Jihoon to get back to his studio, when it came up. There were pictures attached and sure enough there was Jihoon, with a woman. You recognize her, not enough to know her name, but enough to know her face. You’ve seen her around K-Pop events, you think she’s some kind of manager or coordinator. In the photo the two are sitting in a cafe while Jihoon holds her hand on the table. He’s in ‘disguise’ but you can still tell it’s him through his mask and hat. In another photo it shows him leaning in, whispering in her ear. The final photo shows them standing, most likely saying goodbye, the two in an embrace.

A pain clenches at your heart and you don’t even realize you’re not breathing until you let out a small sob. Tears are quickly welling up in your eyes and you want them to stop so badly, but they don’t and they start to pour down your cheeks. They collect on your chin before falling down onto your phone screen. You shut the screen off so you don’t have to look at the photos anymore and you drop your phone to the floor as you yourself drop onto the couch. You dig the heels of your hands into your eyes as your shoulders shake with tears.

It’s stupid, crying over someone you’re not even dating, but you still do it. You didn’t even know Jihoon was looking into dating.

You’re startled out of your crying when the door to Jihoon’s studio slams open and Jihoon himself is standing there, a bit out of breath.

“It’s false!” He tells you before he walks up to you and sinks onto the ground. He grabs at your hands and clasps them tightly. “I promise I wasn’t- it’s not- we weren’t on a date! Those photos they, th-they make it look bad. It was a business meeting, of sorts. I wouldn’t, I’m not, it’s all…no, it’s just all no.” He’s babbling and you’ve never seen him so uncomposed but his eyes are wild yet sincere as he talks to you. “D-don’t cry, okay? I wouldn’t do that to you.” He reaches up and wipes at your tears. His hands cup your face and the warmth of his touch starts to calm you down. It seems that the touch also helps Jihoon himself calm down.

You two sit there in silence, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breaths. Slowly you slide off the couch and onto the floor yourself. You lean forward into Jihoon and he takes you in his arms as you bury your face into his neck, breathing in his scent. This seems to help ground you even more as you take a shaky breath.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” your voice is soft and a bit hoarse. “It’s just…stupid rumors. I’m just being dumb.”

“You’re not dumb,” Jihoon tells you, his firm in the way it always is when you talk bad about yourself. “It’s okay to cry. Are you okay now?”

You pull away from his embrace to look him in his eyes. They’re filled with worry and before you even know it you’re spilling your guts out to him. “No, I’m not okay, because I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen and I think about you all the time, everyday, and every song I write is about you, and I can’t imagine you being with anybody else, and it broke my heart to even hear rumors about it because a part of me has been hoping and praying and wishing that you want me back and-”

Before you can end your rambling Jihoon is grabbing your face again, only this time it’s to pull you into a kiss. Your lips smash together and you instantly sink into the kiss. Your fingers find purchase on Jihoon’s shirt as you grip him tightly. Then, too soon for your liking, Jihoon is pulling away.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. The guys won't stop making fun of me for it but I can’t help it. I want you all of the time, and nobody else. It kills me when the guys have their hands all over your and flirt with you. I never want to see you cry again because it breaks my heart and I hate when you call yourself dumb because you are the smartest, most beautiful, talented person I know.”

You want to cry again. Not because you’re sad, but because Lee Jihoon loves you back. You can’t find your words. You’re too overwhelmed. You feel so relieved and loved and happy and you want to tell Jihoon all of this but you can’t so instead you just pull him back into another kiss. This time it’s a bit needier as you try to take in all of Jihoon before you’re deprived of him again. He cradles your head in his hands and kisses you back with just as much want.

Your lips move against each other’s as you pull Jihoon into you by his neck. Your kissing is frantic and your teeth clash together as you desperately try to taste each other. Jihoon is then pulling away again so he can whisper to you, “I need you.” His voice is breathy and filled with lust. “I’ve needed you for so long now.”

“Please,” you whimper as his fingers start to trail up your shirt.

“Wanna show you how much I love you.” Jihoon’s mouth is kissing at your neck, his words muffled by your skin. His fingers are squeezing at you over your bra and you careen into his touch. “My pretty, pretty girl.”

Your fingers shake as they grip onto Jihoon, desperate to ground yourself to something. His hands are warm and skilled as they run across your skin. Want for Jihoon pumps through your blood as you push your body more into his. He grabs you and yanks you onto his lap as his lips find yours again. You kiss him passionately, his plump lips sliding against yours. The feeling of his warm tongue slipping into your mouth has you moaning and you feel your panties dampen.

Without breaking the kiss Jihoon picks you up and places you on the couch. Jihoon has barely sat down next to you before you’re reaching down to palm at him. The feeling of his hard-on is foreign but not unpleasant. You rub at him through his pants and his hips buck up to meet your hand. You squeeze lightly and can fully feel just how large Jihoon is under his sweatpants. Under your hand you can feel his dick twitch a bit and it has the man next to you whining.

“Shit, baby, don’t do that. Gonna make me cum in my pants,” Jihoon mumbles. “Lemme take care of you first at least.” He reaches down and removes your hand gently, placing it on his thick chest. His hand then moves to your hip, his palm and fingers digging into your hip.

Just from his touch alone you’re all worked up. Pleasure sparks through you as his lips suck gently on the skin behind your ear. His free hand moves up your thigh. The warmth from his palm trails up your leg and you unconsciously close your legs, but Jihoon gently nudges them back open. His fingers flit across your waistband before they plunge down the front of your pants and into your panties.

His touch burns your skin and you scream out before quickly biting down on your lip as the tips of his fingers connect to the bundle of nerves between your legs. He quietly shushes you as he starts to rub soft, slow circles into the bud. You whine and bury your face in his neck as he continues to work at your clit. He holds the back of your head with his hand to comfort you but doesn’t let up his ministrations.

“So pretty like this, all shy and needy for me. You’re getting so wet for me baby.” His fingers move further into your panties as he slips on into you. You clench down around the digit and grind against his hand which has Jihoon chuckling.

He pumps the finger in and out of you as you try your best not to come undone too quickly. He slowly inserts a second finger into you and you already feel so full, you’re not sure how you’re going to take him. His other hand comes down to paw at your pants and you help him yank them down your legs so he can have full access to you. You lay back and spread your legs a bit more so he can get a full view of your dripping cunt.

He groans at the sight of it and has to will himself not to bust right there. He starts to pick up speed in his thrusting, your arousal spreading all over his hand. His fingers are skilled from playing instruments and he easily curls his fingers into you, projecting pleasure throughout your whole body. You whimper as he slides a third finger into you. It’s a tight fit and you can feel the way he stretches you out on his fingers. He tells you how good you’re doing before leaning down to suck at your plush, smooth thighs.

The pleasure gets to be too much for you as you start to shake. Your pussy is fluttering as you clench down on Jihoon’s fingers, signaling to him that you’re close. He starts to pick up speed, thrusting in and out of you at a quick and steady pace. You’re a moaning mess as he does and it doesn’t take long for you to cum all over his fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut as you mewl out. Jihoon removes his fingers from you and you’re about to whine at the loss of the stimulation but you don’t even get the chance before Jihoon is leaning down and licking at your slit. He cleans you up with his tongue, sucking at your clit as you ride out your high.

When he pulls back his face is sticky with your arousal but he has a small smile on his face. “Taste so good, just like I knew you would.”

“Need you so bad Hoonie,” you whine and open your legs a big more. Jihoon’s dick stirs at the sight of your slick cunt, waiting for him to fill you up.

“Of course baby, I’m gonna show you all my love.” He’s pulling his shirt over his head and pulling down his own sweats. He gets up to grab a condom and you decide to strip yourself of your shirt and bra.

When Jihoon walks back over to his couch he stops in his tracks at the sight of your bare chest. He nearly creams his boxers right there when his eyes land on the small metal barbells that sit adorning your perky pink nipples.

“Shit baby, when did you get these?” Jihoon sits down on the edge of the couch and reaches down to pinch one of the piercings between his fingers. “Didn’t feel them earlier over your bra. God that’s so sexy.” You cant up into his touch, moaning as he teases your nipples.

You’ve actually had your piercings for a while. You were twenty when you got them and it was on a stupid dare that you and your members had made. The only people who know about them are your members and your stylist who is sworn to secrecy.

“God I need you so bad,” Jihoon tells you. His voice is low and dripping with lust. You can see how badly his cock is straining through his boxers, begging for release. You reach forward and gently reach into his boxers before pulling his dick free.

When his member pops free from its restraint you gasp a bit. It seems even bigger now that you can see it. You’ve never seen a dick in real life before but the sight of Jihoon’s makes your mouth water. You pump at it a bit but Jihoon is pulling your hand away before you can really get going.

“Don’t wanna cum too soon,” he explains as he pulls his boxers all the way down. He tears the condom open and rolls it down his throbbing dick. He crawls over your body, taking your mouth against his once more. You love the taste of Jihoon, all sweet from the Coca-Cola he guzzles down on the regular.

You can feel him rubbing up against your slit and you pull away from him, gasping a bit. “Jihoon, I’ve never uh…I’m a virgin.”

“I’ll take good care of you okay? But only if you want me to.” His voice is kind and caring as he caresses your cheek. “It’s all up to you baby.”

“N-no, I want you! I’m just afraid you won’t fit,” you admit in a shy voice.

When you look at Jihoon, his face is a tomato. “O-oh.”

Jihoon has hooked up with people before, nothing serious, but it’s happened. You on the other hand haven’t. Maybe it’s because your virtue is seen as more valuable than his, or maybe it’s because you’ve never wanted any guy other than Jihoon. You’re not sure, but know you’re a bit nervous as you’re just so inexperienced.

“Just uh, go slow okay?”

Jihoon gulps thickly and nods. He reaches down and lines himself up to your entrance before he slowly pushes his hips towards yours. The stretch of his dick is even tighter than his fingers and you can’t help but whimper as he fills you up.

Once he’s fully in you he waits as you adjust to his thick girth. You already feel overwhelmed just by him putting it in you. When it finally starts to feel less uncomfortable and more pleasurable you signal for him to start moving.

At a gentle pace Jihoon starts to slide out of you before he thrusts his hips back into yours. You moan at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. You grab at his broad shoulders and dig your nails into his skin. Jihoon groans at the feeling and he buries his face in your neck. The intimate action makes your stomach flutter and you feel giddy knowing that your long-time crush loves you back, and right now he’s showing you just how much he loves you.

His lips press soft kisses into your bare skin. The feeling of his plush lips against your warm skin sends shudders through your whole body as your pleasure starts to spike higher and higher as his hips rut deeper into you. His pace has quickened but he still keeps his soft demeanor. You let out a slew of mantras as you start to feel the tension in your body build up to an overwhelming amount.

Jihoon senses your impending orgasm and starts to suck at the sweet spot on your neck a bit harder as his hips start to snap into yours more deftly. With a final moan you’re releasing all of your pleasure, your orgasm washing over you for a second time today. Your body shakes as you grip onto Jihoon tightly, pulling his body into yours as you mewled. Jihoon’s hips stutter inside of you as he finds his own release.

When you finally calm down you slowly release your grip from Jihoon and let your body melt into the couch cushions. You stare up at Jihoon with droopy eyes and give him a soft, fucked out smile. You grab at his face and pull him down to kiss you and he complies. This kiss is softer than any of the others, and just from the soft touch of his lips you feel completely loved.

After a couple moments you pull back and Jihoon is pushing your hair out of your face. “I love you so much. Never think anything else.”

You only nod, your eyes starting to flutter shut. Jihoon is then pulling out of you and removing the condom before tying it off and throwing it away. You’re in and out of sleep as Jihoon cleans you up and gives you one of his sweatshirts and a bottle of water. After he’s finished he gathers you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings to you, as you drift off to sleep in his arms. You can worry about everything else later, right now you just want to feel safe in the arms of the man you love, in the studio you love so much.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #lee jihoon #woozi #jihoon #woozi smut #woozi fanfic #jihoon smut #jihoon fanfic #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi x reader #rru.fics #rru.writes #★ mdni

[babyleostuff]

omg your woozi and scoups as boyfriends 🫶 if you could, could you write one of jun as your bf in light of juns drama coming out today

thank you so much for your request! hope you enjoy this one <3

JUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member, let me know <3 + I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT HIS DRAMA COMING OUT AGHHHH

𓆩♡𓆪 he is your little personal bubble of joy and comfort 

𓆩♡𓆪 loves when you come and join him on his schedules in China 

𓆩♡𓆪 so happy that you get the chance to learn about his culture and so grateful that you are even interested in it

𓆩♡𓆪 gets so excited whenever he gets to talk about his hometown and his family, that you know he misses a lot 

𓆩♡𓆪 when you try to cook any type of Chinese food he gets extremely emotional and is so thankful that you’re trying (even if you fail)

𓆩♡𓆪 is the best language teacher  

𓆩♡𓆪 he is always so patient with you, never gets annoyed when you don’t understand something 

𓆩♡𓆪 and when you say a sentence correctly, he awards you with small pecks on your lips 

𓆩♡𓆪 is also very excited to get to know your culture and can’t wait for the day when he gets to visit your country 

𓆩♡𓆪 before getting into a relationship with you, he didn’t think that it was possible to miss someone that much (except for his family)

𓆩♡𓆪 but the first time he left for tour he realised how lonely he felt without you, even though he had 12 of his best friends right beside him

𓆩♡𓆪 you always facetime a lot when he’s away, using that time to catch up and spend some quality time 

𓆩♡𓆪 and during the day he sends you a lot of messages updating you about his day

𓆩♡𓆪 he just wants to stay connected to you as much as he can 

𓆩♡𓆪 he is quite shy when it comes to initiating affection, but always reciprocates it when you initiate it 

𓆩♡𓆪 gets all mushy when you reach for his hand or hug him from behind 

𓆩♡𓆪 is always there for you when you need comforting, he knows you so well that sometimes you don’t even need to say anything 

𓆩♡𓆪 he’ll just come up to you and hug you tightly, putting your head on his chest or shoulder 

𓆩♡𓆪 sucker for quiet nights at your apartment, when there is just the two of you alone with no other distractions 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s how most of your dates look like - bundled under a blanket together and watching a movie 

𓆩♡𓆪 or going out on night walks, holding hands and talking about whatever 

𓆩♡𓆪 you love watching him dance 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he loves it when you watch him 

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes you come to the dance studio at 2 am just to keep him company 

𓆩♡𓆪 which always gives him butterflies for some reason 

𓆩♡𓆪 tries to teach you some of their dances 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you’re not doing that good of a job, he gives you the widest grin and kisses you lots 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if he’s having a hard time remembering the steps, you’re always there to cheer him up and reassure him that he’s doing great 

𓆩♡𓆪 loves acting like a child with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 generally, is so comfortable with you to completely let his guard down

𓆩♡𓆪 and to the weirdest things (but you always join him anyway)

𓆩♡𓆪 he loves making you laugh, especially on days when you’re feeling a bit down

𓆩♡𓆪 gets this satisfaction that HE is the reason why you smile and laugh 

𓆩♡𓆪 always texts you “good morning” and “good night”, no matter in which country he currently is in 

𓆩♡𓆪 which sometimes is hilarious, because you get a good morning text at 4 pm 

𓆩♡𓆪 he would do anything for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 fights in your relationship are basically non existent 

𓆩♡𓆪 of course you quarrel over small and silly things 

𓆩♡𓆪 but big fights are very rare 

𓆩♡𓆪 he just doesn’t want to spend his time with you fighting over something stupid 

𓆩♡𓆪 no matter what it is, he is always there for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 you support each other, through thick and thin

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen carat #seventeen kpop #svt fluff #seventeen reaction #svt #gose #svt jun #wen junhui #junhui x reader #svt junhui #junhui fluff #jun #seventeen jun #jun fluff #jun x reader #jun x you #jun x y/n #jun headcanons

[absolutelyhugh3s]

jersey giant | jh86

y’all i am so so sorry this took so long to get out!! i’ll try my best to start getting things out quicker and more often!!

but we’re back with the song blurbs!! i’ve recently been obsessed with jersey giant by elle king and for some reason it makes me think of the devils

pairing -> graves!sister!oc x jack hughes warnings -> mentions of blood, mentions of injury, slight cursing, mentions of death not my gif!!

word count -> 2.12k

7 months ago

since i was a little girl, I believed everything happens for a reason.

no matter how hard i search, there was no reason for this.

i remember that day like no other. i sat in the living room of my hoboken apartment, which i shared with my older brother, of course.

today my anxiety had been like no other. with ryan at hockey practice, i feared something happened to him. i texted him an upwards of 30 times, to be graced with a response of “dw cupcake i’m doing fine :)”

however, that did not calm my rambunctious mind. so i turned to my music. i’ve been writing music since i was in high school, not for the people, just for me. music was my escape, an outlet for me to express my emotions.

i don’t remember much from those few hours, the only thing i remember was my raw and bleeding fingertips after playing for so long.

it was about 3 o’clock when the front door opened. “i’m home cupcake!” ryan called, though it wasn’t his usual tone. it seemed gloomy and sad.

my brother seemed to drag himself into our shared living room, shoulders hunched, a solemn look on his face.

“how was practice?” i ask cheerfully, trying to lighten his mood. “i’m so sorry darcie” ryan croaks out, tears pooling in his eyes.

“for what ry? what’s the matter?” i ask, cupping his face and wiping the few tears that had fallen.

“they’re trading me.”

his words cut me like a freshly sharpened knife. he opens his mouth to speak once again and i brace for the impact.

“to pittsburgh”

the knife was twisted. for the past two years, i was blessed to call the garden state my home, and blessed to call the devils my family.

i was struggling with my schooling a lot a few years ago, trying to cope with the loss of my brother at home. so my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to live with him.

so to new jersey he went, with me in toe.

i’ve made great friends while being here, johnny, dawson, nico, jesper, timo, they were all such great company.

but no one’s company could compare to that of the devils prodigy, jack hughes.

being very close in age, we became best friends immediately. we spent almost every day together except when he had morning skate or roadies.

jack was my person. at first i thought it was just platonically, but after a few months of our friendship, i developed feelings.

and after a hard loss, denying them a spot in the 2022 stanley cup playoffs, i discovered he reciprocated those same feelings.

so we started dating in secret. it wasn’t easy, but we made it work. and about 6 months in, we told our siblings. 

luke was accidentally first to know, after an awkward walk in that lacked clothes. quinn followed soon after, because jack felt guilty that the younger hughes knew but not the older hughes.

ryan was the last to know. it took a while for him to warm up to our relationship, but he eventually came around. plus, the boys became even closer than they already were. everything was perfect, until it wasn’t.

“so what does this mean” i ask, looking down at the dried blood on my fingers, my voice cracking as i try to conceal my true feelings.

“we have to leave jersey. and move to pittsburgh” he said, clearly just upset as i was. “trust me darcie i don’t want to leave” he sighs

“so don’t!” i exclaim jumping up from my place on the couch. ryan looks up at me with tears in his eyes. “darcie you know it’s not possible. if it was i wouldn’t be leaving”

“but ryan my whole life is here” i cry “my friends are here, my job is here, for fucks sake my boyfriend is here!” tears begin to stream down my face. “i cant just uproot my life because you got traded!” 

“darcie lynn graves you know we have no choice.” he says sternly. brushing his long hair out of his eyes. “better get packing” he says, looking around at the decor. “our flight leaves tomorrow night.” and with that, he walked through the apartment to his bedroom.

just as i’m about to pick up the phone and call jack, there’s a knock on the door. i look out the peephole to see non other than my boyfriend, with tear stained cheeks on the other side.

i immediately open the door to see jack still in his practice clothes. “nico was the first player to know. he told the rest of us and i came as soon as i could” his voice cracks.

i wrap my arms around his shoulders while his encircle my waist. “i don’t want you to leave me” he mumbles, placing his head in the crook of my neck. “i have no choice baby” i sigh “this is the absolute last thing i want to do”

“how long do i have?” he asks me, tears falling down his cheeks. “what?” i ask, caught off guard by the question. “until you have to leave. how long”

“my flight leaves tomorrow night” i brush the strands of his messy hair out of his face.

it looked as though that statement broke his heart. it’s scary, being young and in love, not knowing if this could possibly be the last time they ever meet face to face.

“then let’s make these next 24 hours, the best we possibly can” he says feigning confidence.

we did everything together for the next 24 hours, just as he had promised. we had the time of our lives. we went skating together, a late night 7/11 run, movies, the whole nines.

all knowing it could possibly be the last time.

then came the part i dreaded the most, leaving. ryan insisted on taking my ginormous suitcase, as jack and i walked through the airport hand in hand.

we stopped before we got to tsa. i bit my bottom lip, knowing this is what had to happen. knowing that i was leaving and he wasn’t coming with me.

jack turns to me with a sad smile on his face. “i’m gonna miss you so much baby” he says, trying to hold back tears as well.

“i’m gonna miss you too jacky” i said, my tears finally falling. he wipes them away, the sad smile remaining on his face. “i love you to the moon and saturn” he says cupping my face in his hands.

“i love you forever and always” i smile “no matter how far away i am” jack dips his head down placing a passionate and loving kiss on my lips. “dars let’s go!” ryan calls out.

“promise me you’ll call me if you need anything ok?” a big goofy smile appears on the brunette boys face. “only if you promise me the same” we laugh and share our last goodbyes as ryan and i headed towards tsa.

present time

i left jersey almost seven months ago now, but i miss jack like crazy. being without him has been really tough for me, and everyone can tell. however, i was able to spend a few weeks with him over the summer at his lake house. i met trevor, alex, cole, and ellen and jim officially, and i loved every second of it

believe it or not i’ve made some great friends in pittsburgh. if you told twelve year old me that i was friends with sidney crosby she would laugh at you and tell you you’re crazy.

“whatcha doing kid?” sid asks as he sits next to me on the couch. ryan had invited the guys and their partners to our house for a team get together. he says it’s to “celebrate the start of the new season” but i think it’s to get on their good sides.

i point to the large flat screen tv currently playing the devils game against the st. louis blues. “ohh i see” sidney chuckles “ditching the boys to watch the boyfriend”

i laugh “don’t get too pissy sid” “no no i see where i lie on your rankings of favorites” he jokes, taking a sip of his beer.

“jack hughes goes down and he’s hurt!” the broadcaster says. sid and i freeze.

“no no no”

“cmon kid get up”

“god jack get up!”

“cmon kid cmon!”

we begin to panic, yelling everything we can at the tv, as though it could be heard all the way in st. louis.

i try to hold back my tears, as i pick up my phone. as my shaky hands attempted to open my phone, jacks contact photo appears.

i look to the tv to see he’s already in the locker room. “hello?” i ask, voice shaky and palms sweaty. “hello is this darcie graves?” the man asks, clearly not jack.

“yes how can i help you?” i ask “im michael coyne, the head physical therapist for the new jersey devils. now, i’m not sure if your aware but jack sustained a significant injury to his shoulder tonight, and he keeps asking for you. and if possible we would fly you into jersey and we can meet you there. now he has informed us of your current situation, we will cover all fees needed, we just want to make sure he is ok.”

“absolutely, um- i- yeah i’ll- i’ll go” i stutter. “perfect. the flight leaves in an hour, is that alright?” he asks. “yeah that’s perfect” i sadly smile. 

“any questions?” he asks sincerely. “yes there is. can i talk to jack?” micheal almost cuts me off, “absolutely here he is now” 

“hello?” i hear my boyfriend hiss in pain. “hi jacky. i’m coming ok? they’re flying you home and i’ll meet you there. it takes to hours to get there babe, but i’ll make it to the airport in about an hour or so” i ramble.

“ok.” he hisses again “i never expected you to come back” he says. i can tell he’s frustrated by the situation, he hates being away from hockey.

“i’ll come back if you just call” i say sweetly “now i have to get packing and head down to the airport. i’ll call you as soon as i can alright?” i begin to throw my clothes into my suitcase.

“ok i love you”

“i love you more jack, i’ll be there soon.”

3.5 hours later

i landed in newark just before jack and the trainers did. although it was around 10 pm the city was still alive. so to take my mind off of the stress, i walked to the prudential center. once i arrived the trainers were already there and assessing jack.

as soon as i walked through the doors i was met by devils personnel, who ushered me into the training room. 

it was there that i saw jack sitting near a pt table with ice wrapped around his shoulder.

“you gave me the worst scare of my life” i said making my presence known to the older boy. “oh thank god your here” jack goes to get up “god fucking damn it” he hisses, sitting back in the chair.

i run to his side “can i get you anything? water, ice, a heating pad? i can order chipotle if you want? have you eaten? oh god your probably starving” i ramble.

“hey, i’m alright darcie. i’m not going anywhere” he says cupping my jaw with his healthy hand. “but what if you weren’t? something serious could have happened, you could’ve gotten a concussion, snapped your neck, jack rowden you could’ve died!”

he doesn’t respond, only chuckling under his breath at my rambling. “stop looking at me like that! it’s not funny! this is serious!” i giggle, trying my best to stay mad at him. i failed miserably.

“come sit” jack says, patting the seat next to him. as i sit down he places his good arm around my shoulders, carefully pulling me into his chest. “thank you for being here. it means a lot to me” jack says, placing a kiss on my temple.

“i’ll always be here for you baby” i smile up at him. he leans down and places a slow and sweet kiss on my lips. 

i plan to stay in newark for the next few weeks, since luke and jack have an extra room in their house. “are you gonna play doctor?” jack asks as i help him into the car. “i guess so yeah” i giggle.

“can you wear one of those sexy nurse costumes?”

“jack rowden hughes!”

#jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #new jersey devils

[staygoldwriting]

💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 1

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands. 

Word count: ~850

Warnings: None, just fluff as usual 🙈

A/N: I feel like I keep saying I’ll be back on the writing train officially, but I think that the introduction of a series will finally make me follow through! I’m so so excited about this series, and I hope you guys enjoy it! The whole plot isn’t determined yet, so please make sure to send in your comments about what you’d like to see next--it might inspire me 😉 As always, please show love and support ❤️✨

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving me. I mean, who am I going to hang out with? Who will I eat lunch with? What will I do with my life?”

“Robin, you’re being extremely dramatic.”

“I am not,” she said, rolling over from laying on her back to laying on her stomach. She was on your bed, pensively holding a stuffed dog and stroking its ear. 

“Let’s look at the facts here,” you began logically.

“Fact one: you’re leaving me,” Robin grumbled.

“For a college twenty minutes away,” you pointed out.

“But you won’t be here everyday,” Robin whined. “Seriously, Y/N, I’m going to be a senior this year, and you won’t be here for it.”

“Robin,” you said, sitting on your bed next to her, “I really promise you that I’ll be around, honest. I’ll be there for all your big senior events, and I’ll be home every weekend. Maybe I’ll even come to have lunch with you some days,” you said, bumping her shoulder.

“Sure, likely story,” Robin said bitterly. “Just wait, you’ll get a ton of friends at college and you’ll forget all about me.”

“Impossible!” you said. “You’re my best friend, Robin.”

“I’m your only friend, Y/N.”

“Ouch,” you said sassily. 

“Maybe you need a boyfriend to come back to,” Robin said thoughtfully, smirking. “If you get one here, you can’t have one at college, and then you’ll definitely come back.”

“Okay, A, I already have a reason to come back,” you said, poking her, “and B, there aren’t any good guys in Hawkins.”

“I think your letters might say differently,” Robin said, raising her eyebrows.

“I told you to never bring those letters up, Robin,” you said sternly.

“Where are they anyway?” Robin wondered, getting up and going into your closet.

“Robin, no!” you said as she reached to the top shelf. She grabbed a small box covered in stickers. 

“So predictable,” she smirked, shaking her head and opening the box. “Let’s see, Andrew Jacobs, Kevin S., blah, blah, blah… woah.”

“What?” you asked.

“Why do you have a letter for Steve Harrington?” she said, holding the letter tightly in her hands.

“Robin, give it back,” you said firmly, but she moved away too quickly for you. “Robin, I’m not joking, I need it back!”

“Oh, whatever,” she said, shoving the box back to you. “Can I read it?” she asked simply.

“What? Why? No!” you replied, confused.

“Well, I know him, and I mean, I don’t know, I just sort of wanted to know what you think of him.”

“I can’t imagine why my opinion of Steve Harrington matters to you,” you said.

“Okay, okay,” she said, throwing her hands up in defense. “But with the love of your life in mind, I have to go,” she said, grabbing her bag.

“What?” you asked, chuckling.

“That’s right, Y/N, this is what I’ve come to in preparation for your departure,” Robin said dramatically, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I have to go to work at my terrible job scooping ice cream with Steve Harrington.”

“Ah, that’s right, little Miss Scoops Ahoy,” you said, holding back a laugh.

“You just love to see me suffer, don’t you?” Robin asked, eyes narrowed.

“I can’t wait to see you in your uniform, Bucky Buck,” you teased.

“Call me Bucky Buck one more time, and I’ll tell Steve about the letter,” she threatened.

“Robin!” you yelled in panic. 

-💌-

Robin tapped her fingers on the counter and looked at her watch. She sighed loudly and groaned.

“Steve Harrington, late again,” she scoffed, then reached into her pocket and took out your love letter to Steve. She looked around her, then opened the letter quietly, hunching herself over to read it. She could feel bad for taking it, but hey, you were leaving her for college. You owed her this.

As she read, she held a hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle, but then her hand drew back down, looking at it seriously. She felt a lump in her throat and a new feeling of sympathy rush into her beating heart. 

“What are you doing?”

Robin jumped up, gasping as she turned to see Steve, who looked at her suspiciously.

“Nothing,” she said quickly, trying to hide the letter, but Steve’s eyes followed her hand as she shoved it in her pocket.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing, just the orders we need to make this week,” Robin said quickly, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, great, I was waiting on that! I can call it in,” he said, holding his hand out to Robin.

“NO! I mean, I can handle it,” Robin said, looking frightened.

“It’s my job, Robin, just hand it to me,” Steve said, stepping closer to her. 

“I-have to go to the bathroom,” Robin said, rushing to the back. Steve looked bewildered, shaking his head. He looked down at the ground and picked up an envelope.

“To Steve Harrington, the first love of my life,” Steve read to himself, then looked up, feeling even more confused than before.

“Is Robin in love with me?”

-💌-

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[mrsmarinara]

Take My Hand and I Promise To Never Drop It || John Marino

Requested; no

Warnings; stillborn;

Summary: when things are bad, you can only think of one person to reach for. When you’re happy, there’s only one person you want to share that news with. Like Emily Brontë said, “he’s more myself than I am.”

a/n: It’s written in a different format from my other writing because I intend for this to be the beginning of an au. So send in asks and ideas for this. Also, it’s sad. It’s very sad.

But John Marino gives off such college sweetheart vibes. Even after he’s drafted by the Oilers he says he wants to play with Harvard but another reason, that he won’t tell anyone but you, is that a part of him wanted to stay with you.

By your sophomore year, the two of you are inseparable and everyone, even the two of you know that you two would get married one day. By the time he’s traded and moving to Pittsburgh you’re graduating and despite your families arguments, you go with him. No one thinks you should follow him because that never works. Everyone thinks you’re a trailing girlfriend and you don’t even have a ring but it doesn’t matter because you believe in John and you find a good job in the field you studied and decide that you’ll also go to get your graduates degree while your boyfriend is playing hockey at a professional level.

This is when the fights begin. No time together, rumors online about cheating, but all of it boils down to the fact that for the first time; you two are alone. No family or friends to fall back on but soon you two are doing better when you integrate with the Wags from the Penguins and he starts making a name for himself.

It’s going well and you graduate and the whole stadium is chanting his name. You finally have friends outside of each other and reporters ask about you and John can’t help but smile because he’s loved you since he was 18 and that love has only grown. If he could talk about you forever, he would. However, that night he comes home and your waiting for him. Usually you’re out with another Wag or at your new office but he sees you fiddling with your hands and squirming on the bed and it isn’t until he sees the positive pregnancy test that he knowns why your nervous.

He wasn’t expecting it but he wastes no time in pulling you into his chest (smelly and sweaty because he hasn’t shower but still he smells so much like him and right now it’s the most comforting thing in the world) and you can help but cling onto him. “I know it’s a surprise, baby, but damn it, it’s a hell of a good one.”

So you two do what you guys are best at, you figure it out. You both call your families and friends. John tells his teammates and you tells the other players wives and girlfriends and suddenly things for the baby (that isn’t more than a clump of cells at the moment) have started piling up for when they come.

It’s scary and exiciting and you and John talk and agree that it’s best if you stay home with the baby until they start school with his traveling schedule and when you go to the doctor and get the scan there’s a faint heartbeat and neither of you can wait and you find out that the tiny human that’s forming in you is a girl and John doesn’t even try to hold back his tears before you can process it and he says before you can ask, “we’re gonna have a mini you. A pocket sized version of my favorite person.”

Two weeks later, after it’s announced that the Penguins are going to the playoffs, John proposes. You recognize the ring as his grandmother’s the one you always admire and compliment when you see her. You try to say yes with tears streaming down your face and John understands you, he always does so when he pulls you into a hug and the baby kicks he chuckles and slips the ring on.

When the Penguins are eliminated it’s hard on him but he’s resilient. John tells you there are more things to focus on and to be happy about and so you continue working on the nursery until one night, you wake up are drenched in sweat because of the July heat but when you get up you have the worst cramps and that’s when you see the blood. You try not to panic but it seems like you couldn’t hide it to well because John is out of bed immediately and bringing you to the car.

You can’t tell if your crying because of the cramps in your abdomen or because you know what this means. It’s the 28th week of your pregnancy and heavy bleeding and cramps aren’t a good sign. It’s only confirmed when the doctors examine you and with what they must think is a sympathetic look you are told that they will induce you into labor. That you will have to give birth to your baby.

It’s a blur after that. You remember begging John not to leave you and crying how it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that you would have to go through the motions of giving birth, only to have a small lifeless baby placed in your arms.

John holds your hand the whole time and when the still baby is in your arms, his voice is thick and sad when he says “oh, she’s so beautiful.”

The tear on your cheek, this time, isn’t yours. You can feel the pain in your chest and the tears in your eyes and throat but when you look up at a John, the man who you followed, who you saw grow from a boy into a man, who has always been by your side you see that that same pain that fills you also resides in him. So you do the only thing you can think of is to reach up and grab his hand and squeeze.

“We’ll make it through this.” Your voice is stronger than you feel and your grateful for that. “Together we can make it through anything.”

Within the next week you found and bought a plot of land in Massachusetts to put a small gravestone that read ‘Odette Faith Marino’. Every other day you visit the gravestone and talk to the baby who isn’t in it ground. When John isn’t practicing for the upcoming season, he accompanies you. Sometimes it’s silent, sometimes the two of you imagine the life she may have lived and eventually the tears slow and it doesn’t hurt as much to come and see where she should have been laid.

When you go back to Pittsburgh, everyone knows not to bring anything up and slowly you get back into into the routine of work and spending time at work. John is doing better than ever on the ice and when you can, you go to all the games you can.

One night, though, when everything feels normal, John says something that raises the hair on the back of your neck. They’re talking about trading him. You had built a life here. You have a job and friends. What’s even in New a jersey? You knew this was always a possibility and that it happens all of the time but you had built such a strong community in Pittsburgh.

What would John and yours life look like in a different state and with a different team?

#maraschino au #john marino au #john marino x reader #my writing #nj devils fics #John Marino fics #tw: stillborn #john marino

[hlficlibrary]

- HL Fic Library's Winter Fic Rec -

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

❄️ In A Twinkling by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {Explicit, 89k}

Louis’ Nan just wants him to be happy, to settle down with a nice boy, and bring him around for Christmas.

Louis is too busy with his career to bother about relationships, but in an attempt to appease his Nan, he sends her photoshopped pictures of him and his pretend boyfriend, Harry. The fact that the man in the pictures is none other than Harry Styles, world famous Gucci model—and recurrent star of Louis’ fantasies—is irrelevant. It’s not like their paths will ever cross…

So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when Louis returns home for Christmas and walks into his Nan’s sitting room only to find the real-life Harry Styles happily chatting away with the grey-haired ladies of his Nan’s Crochet Circle.

Featuring Niall and Liam as Louis’ childhood friends, Harry as the painfully perfect man of Louis’ dreams, Zayn as Harry’s very protective best mate, Louis’ Nan as a well-meaning matchmaker, and Louis as a guy who thinks he’s happy with his life, until a certain someone shows him what he’s been missing.

❄️ the impossible now by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci {Mature, 64k}

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

❄️ Yet in Thy Dark Streets Shineth by @juliusschmidt {Mature, 57k}

Louis’ life has become the very thing he’s always dreaded: routine. His job is steady, his bills are paid, his friends are preoccupied, his siblings are mostly old enough not to need him, and his mom keeps pestering him about attending church. Apparently, the new minister pulls rainbows and unicorns out of his robes.

Advent arrives three months into Harry’s first call as associate pastor at St. Andrews. Life is… not perfect. He’s still figuring out how do his job and the holidays bring a whole bundle of extra stress. On top of which, he has no friends or family nearby with whom he can decompress. Louis Tomlinson shows up to worship in the nick of time.

❄️ like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {General, 47k}

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

❄️ Ideal: An Advent Fic by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox {Mature, 40k}

All Louis wanted was some god-damned time to write his novel. He didn’t expect to move his and Liam’s entire production of a Christmas variety show to a small inn in Vermont just before the holidays. He didn’t expect to save Niall’s inn. He didn’t expect Liam to fall in love. He definitely didn’t expect to fall in love himself. And he certainly didn’t expect it all to feel so much like a Christmas movie.

Oh hell. There’s a lot of things Louis didn’t expect.

A White Christmas au, complete with drama, fluff, choreographed dance numbers, and idiotic boys falling in love. Just your typical Christmas fun.

❄️ The Happiest Season by @sadaveniren {Explicit, 37k}

“You’re going to spend Christmas -and your birthday- with his homophobic WASP parents? That’s gonna be hell.”

Louis closed his eyes in frustration. “It was either that or be apart and I don’t think that’s gonna be good for either of us this year, you know?”

A fic loosely based on Happiest Season but make it ... different

❄️ All Your Mates Are Here by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {Teen&Up, 36k}

"The pack is... It's folding, Harry."

Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own.

A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.

❄️ From the Start by @allwaswell16 {Explicit, 32k}

Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

❄️ One Minute to Midnight by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {Explicit, 29k}

Louis Tomlinson is at the height of his game in Boston's financial scene. He's got the instinct, and he's got the guts to take calculated risks that make everyone around him a lot of money. Everything is going well until the day after he gets promoted when he wakes up forty years older than his actual age.

Two years later he's adapted to his new life as a retiree, but he's lonely and desperate for company closer to his real age during the rigorous holiday party season. He gets some questionable advice from Niall and turns to the Seeking Arrangement app where he finds Harry Styles, a local actor he's been a fan of since they had an undergraduate class together. But what happens when a few dates here and there isn't enough?

❄️ all the lights are full of colour by @infinitelymint {Explicit, 26k}

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

❄️ Yours In Fractions by @kingsofeverything {Explicit, 23k}

Louis and Harry are strangers who, because of a mix up, share their mutual friend's apartment and bed over the holidays.

❄️ Three French Hems by @100percentsassy , gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews {Mature, 20k}

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

❄️ Take Your Time 'verse by @laynefaire {Explicit, 20k}

When Harry finds himself in the middle of a messy break-up with no place to live, Louis offers a spare room in his flat. Unbeknownst to Harry, Louis has been infatuated for years. Over the objections of their friends, who know the truth, Harry accepts. Can Louis survive Harry moving into his home…and closer to his heart? Will Harry see what's right in front of him?

❄️ You'll Be Home For Christmas by @2tiedships2 {Not Rated, 15k}

“Honesty, Lou, just ask Harry for help.”

Louis remained silent as he continued to scowl at the Christmas calendar Niall had hung on their refrigerator.

“And be nice to my calendar filled with holiday cheer,” Niall instructed. “You’re going to burn a fucking hole in it from the way you’re glaring at the innocent thing. It’s not the calendar’s fault that your heat is starting so close to Christmas.”

❄️ Naughty or Nice by noellehenry / @noellehenrymain {Teen&Up, 10k}

Louis never intended for his boss, the very attractive Harry Styles, to find out he has a temporary, additional job as a Christmas Elf at Harrods Department Store. When he gets a request to show up in his elf costume at Mr. Styles' office, after office hours, Louis' mind goes wild...

❄️ and marshmallows by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite {Explicit, 10k}

Louis Tomlinson’s ass was wet. Well the whole back of him was wet, but it was really, really seeping through the thin jeggings that he swore to Lottie were jeans. In this moment, though, lying spread eagle in the snow bank that was his front yard he admitted that they were indeed some kind of useless fabric that wasn’t denim.

“Ummm.” The voice was deep, hesitant and came from the little walk leading up to Louis’ house. Fucking fantastic. Someone to witness his misery. “Are you alright?”

Louis squeezed his eyes shut hoping that the person would just go away.

The one where Harry has a personal attachment to Louis' house, and Louis can't stop picturing the beautiful stranger dancing in his kitchen.

❄️ you've set my soul to dreaming by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {Teen&Up, 9k}

At first, when Harry wakes up on Christmas Morning with a warm body in his bed he wonders if he pulled someone last night. He’d met some friends at the pub, none of them really having anyone to spend Christmas Eve with, and he knows he might’ve had a few drinks to numb the loneliness for a while, but he didn’t think he got that drunk that he’d ended up pulling someone and forgetting all about it.

Or: Thirty year old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall.

❄️ Nothin' I Would Rather Do by @lululawrence {Mature, 9k}

“Louis,” Anne said sternly. “You know I have no problem with you working overtime if you need to, but I can’t have you running yourself ragged. At this rate you won’t have the energy or stamina to make it to the party yourself!”

“I’ll be fine, Anne. I swear.”

Her bright eyes sparkled as her smile turned a bit more coy and Louis knew immediately what was coming next.

“I hope so, because you know, my son will be in town and coming to the party.”

Louis froze. In all the months of her talking about her son and saying they should meet, she never once mentioned that he would be coming to the Christmas party. Well, fuck.

or...the one where Anne is determined to set Louis up with her son, but he's perfectly happy with the random sexting "relationship" he has running with the random he met at a bar several months back.

❄️ 12 Days of Kissmas by @haztobegood {Not Rated, 8k}

A collection of 12 Christmas ficlets, each one sealed with a kiss

❄️ so c'mon c'mon (and dance with me baby) by theweightofmywords / @rockstarlouis {Not Rated, 3k}

Louis and Harry meet at a corporate holiday party, drink copious amounts of champagne, dance like fools, steal rich people's food, and possibly, just maybe, fall in love.

#ficrec #hlsource #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #tracksintheam #yourlarrysource #trackinghappily #1dsource #theweightofmywords #haztobegood #allwaswell16 #lululawrence #kingsofeverything #jacarandabloom #wearethesame #noellehenry #briamaria #2tiedships2 #laynefaire #100percentsassy #gloriaandrews #infinitelymint #quickedween #ladylondonderry #sadaveniren #asphodelknox #juliusschmidt #stylinsoncity

[rainisawriter]

To the Hot Springs! – Tsuji (PSF #18)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: “Did you plan for this to happen?” (@flufftober) / Fall Bucket List: Drive-in movie with all the blankets (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 3,170

Pairing: Reader x Tsuji

World: High&Low

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You wiped off the counter with a hum, listening to the music that was playing softly from the jukebox in the corner. When the bell above the door chimed, you looked up to greet the customer only for a bright smile to come to your lips.

Tsuji smiled at you as he approached the counter, settling down on the stool. “Afternoon, love.”

Shibaman sat beside him, sending you a nod of acknowledgment before picking up a menu.

“Good afternoon,” you replied, reaching across the counter to press a kiss to his lips. He followed you when you started to pull back, making you chuckle. “The usual?”

“Please.”

“Need a minute, Shiba?”

He glanced up from the menu and nodded. “Yes, please.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“Coke.”

“Got it.” You grabbed a slice of apple pie for your boyfriend and two cokes for both of them. 

“Thank you, love,” smiled Tsuji, taking the fork you offered. He had been on the fence about trying out an American diner and the food it offered, but that was thrown out the window when you got a job there. He wanted to support you and, to his surprise, the food was quite good.

Your eyes scanned his face and knuckles before returning to the task of wiping down the counter. “I’m surprised you managed to make it here without getting into a fight.”

“You have no faith in us,” he pouted. “We don’t go looking for fights, they just find us.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you smirked. “Everyone wants a piece of you, hm?”

His lips twitched up but he chose not to reply out of respect for his best friend sitting next to him, something the tall boy was grateful for.

Shibaman pushed the menu toward you, tapping on one of the pictures. “Is the chicken bake good?”

“Very,” you nodded. “The chicken is breaded with parmesan and garlic herbs. It’s one of my favorite dishes.”

“I’ll try that, then.”

“Okay! Do you want anything else, baby?”

Tsuji hummed as he chewed his pie, glancing at the menu. “I’ll take the same thing since it’s your favorite.”

You chuckled at his reasoning, scribbling the order onto your pad before ripping out the paper. “Josh, got a new order for ya!”

Josh appeared in front of the window to the kitchen, grinning as he took the slip of paper. “Coming right up!”

Josh was the owner’s son who had been tasked with running the place when his dad was out of town. Technically, he could have hired someone to work the grill but he adored making the food for his customers. People seemed to enjoy it, as well, so there were no issues.

His dad moved to Japan five years ago so his wife could be closer to her family. He always dreamed of opening up his own diner and he was sure bringing a diner specializing in American food would be a great idea. It certainly wasn’t as successful as he had been hoping, but he got just enough business to get by, though it probably helped that his wife and second son also had jobs.

Tsuji finished his pie, crossing his arms on the counter and watching as you worked. “Are you free this weekend?”

You paused, going over your schedule in your head. “I work Friday and Sunday but Saturday is free. Why?”

The two boys exchanged a look which you missed since you were brewing fresh coffee.

“Shibaman and I wanted to go to the hot springs. Can you get the weekend off and take us?”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, sure. It sounds fu – ow!” You hissed in pain when hot coffee poured onto your hand because you hadn’t been paying attention. 

Tsuji didn’t hesitate to jump over the counter, gently taking your wrist and pulling you over to the sink to run cold water over it. “You need to be more careful, love,” he scolded you softly, brow furrowed in worry.

Seeing him like this filled you with warmth. “Now you know how I feel every time you come back injured.”

He knew you had him there so he pouted, pushing your shoulder lightly with his own. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little.” You tugged your hand from the water to inspect it. The skin was darkening but it didn’t look too bad. “I heal quickly, don’t worry.”

“Order up!”

You pushed your boyfriend toward the break in the counter. “You’re not supposed to be back here, shoo.”

“Don’t you shoo me,” he pouted, reluctantly returning to his seat.

You set their food in front of them, sending Tsuji a look when you noticed his boot print on the counter. He gave you an innocent look before shrugging, acting as if he had no idea how it got there. You just shook your head, grabbing a rag so you could clean it off.

The bell above the door chimed and you looked up with a smile but it quickly fell when you realized who had just entered. 

“Howdy, darlin’,” Kaminari tipped his cowboy hat at you before settling down at the counter, eyeing the two boys sitting a couple of seats down. For some reason, he believed himself to be a modern-day cowboy, descended from some famous gunslinger who had come to Japan to start a new life.

He was also in love with you, constantly flirting and attempting to shower you with gifts that you politely refused each time. He knew you had a boyfriend but he didn’t care.

“The usual?” You forced a smile, trying to keep your annoyance hidden by a cheery tone. He didn’t seem to notice, though Tsuji certainly did.

“That’s right, darlin’,” he grinned, eyes sparkling. “Ya know me too well.”

‘Kind of hard not to when you come in here every day and order the exact same thing,’ you thought, scribbling the order onto the notepad before handing it over to Josh. You poured the fresh coffee into a cup, careful not to burn yourself again, before handing it over to him. He liked it black, ‘like the souls of his enemies,’ he would always say.

Whatever the hell that meant.

When you set the cup down, he noticed how red your skin was and he grabbed your wrist with a frown. “What happened, darlin’?”

Your eyes fell to Tsuji, worried that he might start a fight. He was glaring at Kaminari’s hand, gripping the fork so tightly that you worried it might bend. As badly as he wanted to beat this guy into oblivion for having the nerve to touch you, he knew this job was important to you and he didn’t want to be the reason you got fired.

“Let go,” you ordered firmly, attempting to pull free from his grip.

His frown deepened and he reluctantly released his grip before leaning forward, his voice lowered. “Was it them delinquents that did it, darlin’? I can take care of em for ya.”

Tsuji scoffed, turning his attention back to his food.

Before Kaminari could speak, you replied, “I wasn’t paying attention and burnt myself. No big deal.”

“Ya gotta be more careful, darlin’. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be marred with scars or burns.”

You rolled your eyes at him, the comment annoying you more than it should have. Probably just because it was him who said it. 

Shibaman raised his empty glass. “Can I get a refill?”

You smiled at him, thankful for the distraction. “Of course!” 

Kaminari scoffed. “Ya could say please, boy.”

Shibaman quirked a brow at him but said nothing, finishing off the last of his chicken. You set the refilled drink down, grabbing Kaminari’s plate when Josh set it down on the kitchen window.

“Thank ya, darlin’.” He tipped his hat. “Ya know, you should consider hirin’ a security guard for this place.” His eyes flickered to the duo. “To keep the ramble out and keep ya safe.”

“I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself, thanks.” You held back a scowl, heading over to the register when an elderly couple approached. It sat diagonally from where Tsuji was sitting.

“Ya say that, but Sword district ain’t a place for people like you.”

You handed the woman her change, feeling your eye twitch despite the smile on your face. You had no intention of engaging with him or his stupid comments.

“I mean, look at ya. You’re so pretty, darlin’. You don’t look like a fighter.” Kaminari shook his head, stuffing his mouth with fries. That didn’t stop him from speaking, though. “Ya look weak and people will take advantage of that. I’m currently available, ya know. You should tell Josh to hire me so I can keep ya safe.”

‘Not a chance in hell,’ you thought, sending him a blank look. “Sorry, we’re not hiring.”

“Shouldn’t ya ask Josh that?” He quirked a brow, glancing toward the kitchen window. “No offense darlin’, but you shouldn’t be making those decisions.”

You offered him a mocking smile. “It came from Josh himself.”

He didn’t seem to believe you, glancing at the kitchen again but Josh was nowhere to be seen.

Tsuji shifted when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. It was a new message from Todoroki, informing him that a group of guys were looking for them and headed his way. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stood up, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

You didn’t even have to ask, choosing instead to offer him a smile. “Be careful.”

“Always,” he smiled back, resting his hand against the side of your neck to pull you closer. You knew what he was doing and didn’t hesitate to meet him halfway, his lips claiming yours. 

You tilted your head to the side, running your tongue along his bottom lip as your fingers played with the front of his jacket. Shibaman looked away, nose wrinkled in disgust. Kaminari was staring at you in shock, his fork falling from his fingers and clattering to the counter.

Tsuji nipped at your lip, giving it a tug as he pulled away. “Call me if you need me, love.”

“I will. See ya, Shiba.”

The taller male offered you a smile as he headed for the door, Tsuji right behind him. You couldn’t fight the grin that took over your lips as you placed the cash into the register. Kaminari could only stare at you as you grabbed their plates, taking them into the kitchen so they could be watched.

Josh was squatting down by the door, hiding beneath the window. When he saw you, he whispered, “Is he gone yet?” 

“No,” you scowled, carefully setting the dishes in the sink. “Can’t we add a ‘no fake cowboys’ rule?”

“He thinks he’s a real cowboy so the sign wouldn’t apply to him.”

“‘No cowboys allowed,’ then.”

“That’s exclusionary. Dad would never go for that.” 

“It’s just one person, I think the business will survive.”

Josh just sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Come get me when he leaves.”

“Sure, boss.” You sighed as well, forcing yourself to go back out into the dining room. To your relief, Kaminari was gone, a wad of cash sitting behind his half-eaten food. With a shrug, you dropped the cash into the register before taking his plate into the back, letting Josh know that it was safe.

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You pulled up in front of Tsuji’s apartment building, tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat of the song playing softly through the car. You sent him a quick text letting him know you had arrived. He said he would be right out so you preoccupied yourself by scrolling through social media, smiling at cute cat pics and memes. 

Tsuji tugged open the passenger door, leaning down to look at you. “Pop the trunk.”

You quirked a brow at him, glancing at the large duffel bag around his shoulder and the suitcase in his hand. “Babe, we’re only going to be there two days. Isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“Nope,” he grinned, standing up and heading toward the back of the car. You shook your head, opening it for him so he could put the bags in. He settled himself into the seat beside you, pecking your cheek. “Let’s go.”

“What about Shibaman? Where is he?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“No?”

“He ate something bad last night so he didn’t want to come.” He said it nonchalantly, focusing his attention on the radio rather than you in case you realized something was up.

“Poor Shibaman, I hope he feels better soon,” you frowned, putting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb. You felt bad for him, but part of you was happy about the development. It had been a long while since you were able to properly spend time alone with your boyfriend.

Tsuji connected his phone to the radio, bringing up the Spotify Playlist he had made for the trip, mixing songs that both of you liked. The first song was one of your favorites, bringing a smile to your lips.

You couldn’t sing well, but that didn’t stop you from belting out the lyrics as if your life depended on it. Tsuji laughed at your enthusiasm before singing along with you.

It took the entire day to reach the hot springs, night beginning to fall as you pulled into the parking lot. You parked the car and frowned, glancing around at the empty lot. 

“Are you sure they’re open?”

He sent you an innocent look, opening his door. “They should be. I’ll check.”

You hummed, eyes following him as he approached the doors, giving them a tug. They were locked, the lights inside turned off. He jogged back to the car with a frown.

“They’re closed.”

“Didn’t you check to make sure they would be open?” 

“…no?”

You sighed, crossing your arms atop the steering wheel. “What do we do now?”

Tsuji pretended to check his phone. “There’s a motel a few miles down the road.”

“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” You put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot, following Tsuji’s directions without a second thought.

“Pull in here,” he pointed toward a dirt path on the right side of the road.

“Are you sure?” you glanced at him with a frown before looking at the road. Tall trees lined either side of it, nearly bare as their orange leaves covered the ground. “This looks sus as hell, Tsu.”

“You don’t trust me?” he pouted at you, amusement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I trust you, I just don’t trust Google maps.” Still, you did as he told you, turning down the path. It stretched on for about five minutes before opening up into a large clearing, trees surrounding it like a barrier.

Rather than a motel as you had been expecting, it was a drive-in movie theater. A large screen sat at the back of the clearing, a ticket booth sitting at the end of the path and connected to the room where the projector was set up. No one was there so you assumed it was also closed.

“I think you got your directions wrong, babe.”

“I didn’t,” he smiled at you. “Go park the car in front of the screen.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you did as he asked. “Tsuji, what -“

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, hopping out of the car and jogging over to the projector room, disappearing inside. An image appeared on the screen and your eyes widened with joy as the Nightmare Before Christmas started to play.

Tsuji appeared at your door, reaching in through the window to press the trunk button before disappearing behind the vehicle. You got out and followed him, watching as he pulled out about a dozen blankets from his bags.

You put your hands on your hip, sending him an accusing look. “Did you plan for this to happen, Tsuji?”

He sent you an innocent look, but the wide grin on his face gave him away. “I don’t know what you mean, love.”

“You knew the sauna would be closed and Shibaman isn’t actually sick, is he?”

“Fine, you caught me.” He closed the distance, hands finding your hips. “I just wanted to surprise you for our anniversary.”

“Our…” you paled, shoulders tensing. 

“Oi, don’t tell me you forgot,” he pouted. It wasn’t annoyance or sadness dancing in his eyes, though, it was amusement. You never even remembered your own birthday so he had honestly expected this.

“Baby, I am so sorry! I’ve been working so much lately that I completely forgot! Oh my god, I’m terrible, I’m so so -“

He cut you off with his lips, cupping your face. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against your own, voice soft. “It’s okay, love, I forgive you. I know how hard you’ve been working, that’s why I wanted to prepare this for you.”

“Thank you so much, Tsuji. God, I love you so much!” You threw your arms around his neck and he chuckled, squeezing you tightly.

“If you love me, help me carry the blankets.”

As if to reinforce his choice, the cold autumn wind picked up, bringing goosebumps to your exposed flesh. Both of you grabbed a pile before he led you to the hood of the car. You watched as he set up a makeshift bed atop the hood with his pile before disappearing back into the car to fiddle with the radio.

The movie started to play through your speakers and he turned it up so you could hear it outside of the car, opening the windows to assist with this. You carefully climbed up onto the hood, nose wrinkling when you felt the metal shift beneath you. 

Tsuji joined you, leaning back against the windshield before pulling you against him. Most of the blankets you had been holding were used to support his back, acting as a pillow, while the thickest blanket was used to cover both of you.

You hummed, arms wrapped around his slim waist as you inhaled his scent. He had started using a pumpkin spice-scented cologne because he knew you loved the smell. “How did you manage all this? It couldn’t have been cheap.”

He hummed, running his hand up and down your back. “Shibaman’s aunt is dating the owner. It took a lot of bribing but they finally agreed to let me have the place for the night.”

You chuckled, sending him a grin. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” he grinned back.

“I really do,” you agreed, leaning up to claim his lips before shifting so you could see the screen. “Did you bring any snacks?”

“…”

“Oh my god, Tsu, you forgot the snacks, didn’t you?”

Tsuji scowled at the screen, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Damn it, I knew I was forgetting something.”

You just laughed, patting his stomach comfortingly.

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Howdy do~! I’d like to request a fluffy drabble in which Azul Ashengrotto askes his fem! human s/o what she wants in exchange for her services with the Lounge, to which she simply replies, “Just smile your lovely smile for me. That’s all I want.” Make it super fluffy, please! Thanks a bunch!

⊱ Your Smile is Worth a Million Madol ⊰ || Azul Ashengrotto X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮        Character(s): Azul Ashengrotto (Twisted Wonderland), Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland), Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland), Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned)        Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)        Warning(s): Besides Floyd Making One (1) Slightly Suggestive Joke and the Use of Pet Names (The Reader calls Azul “love” and Azul calls the Reader “dear”), Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing.        Genre: Drabble, Pure Fluff, Pre-established Romantic Relationship        Word Count: ~2,300 words        Request: “Howdy do~! I’d like to request a fluffy drabble in which Azul Ashengrotto askes his fem! human s/o what she wants in exchange for her services with the Lounge, to which she simply replies, “Just smile your lovely smile for me. That’s all I want.” Make it super fluffy, please! Thanks a bunch!”        Author’s Note: This was such a cute request, so thank you for sending it in! I absolutely love writing for my Octavinelle boys. 🥰 I did end up having to reword what the Reader said to Azul just so the dialogue would flow better, but the feeling/vibe you wanted is still there! Also, the Reader is close friends with Floyd and Jade because I said so. 😊 I’m so happy I got an Azul request – I love him so much. It’s kind of weird not writing hurt/comfort for once though haha. Also, can you tell how much I like more “old-fashioned” pet names? Lol The Reader is also gender-neutral here since their gender didn’t play any major role in this scenario (and because I primarily use you/your when writing rather than gendered pronouns); I hope you don’t mind!

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              It was a busy day spent working in the lounge, doing the usual like serving drinks and food while occasionally breaking up two hormonal teenage boys from starting a fistfight in the middle of the dreaded lunch rush. Floyd always seemed really bummed out whenever you broke up the fights, most likely because he wanted more of an excuse to “squeeze” the rule-breakers, but Azul gave you a job and you were going to do it right! As long as you were around, you’d do your absolute best to make sure that no punches were thrown in the establishment – if they want to fight, they can go do it somewhere else.

              Azul had given you the task of preventing fights since it seemed as though you had the ability to get people – even the most stubborn and uncooperative of people – to listen to you (most likely because of your seemingly innate skill of beast-taming). Though, if that didn’t work, and sometimes it hadn’t, most people tried to stay in your good graces since you were currently dating the Octavinelle dorm leader. Plus, as if you needed to give people any more reasons not to mess with you, you were also nearly always accompanied by either Jade or Floyd whenever Azul wasn’t around for “safety reasons”. You’d even come to notice that Floyd started calling you by your name more often recently rather than by the nickname that he had given you when you first met.

              It was… nice. You’d certainly gotten off to a rocky start with the trio (which was kind of an understatement if you were being honest), but everything seemed to have worked out well for you in the end! You had an adorable boyfriend who you loved dearly and pretty much two very intimidating bodyguards who were also your friends but you weren’t going to tell them that out loud – they’d just make fun of you or something!

              “Uuuggghhh – today felt like an eternity.” You groaned, sitting down with a huff in one of the many comfortable booths that littered the lounge. Leaning back in your seat with a sigh, you said aloud as your eyes closed from exhaustion, crossing one leg over your knee so you could rub your swollen ankle, “My feet are so sore… I need to buy better shoes.”

              “Oh? Perhaps Azul may be able to fix that for you – you could always sign another contract. I’m sure he’d be happy to lend you the funds needed to buy new shoes.” Jade said with a smirk, walking over and standing next to where you were currently sitting.

              You didn’t need to open your eyes to know what expression was currently on his face (it was most definitely a smirk of some kind), so all you did was say with a small smile of your own, “Haha, very funny Jade – you should be a stand-up comedian.” You paused for a moment, thinking aloud as you muttered, “Hmm, maybe I can take Floyd out shopping with me? He knows a lot about shoes…”

              “I’m sure Floyd would like that quite a bit… you’d have to catch him on a good day, though.” Jade told you, taking a seat across the table from you as he watched his brother terrorizing having fun with some of their underclassmen like the absolute menace friendly upperclassman he was. You watched as well, feeling pity for the poor students Floyd was finding amusement in for the time being. You weren’t complaining, though – at least it wasn’t you he was tormenting.

              “Yeah, I know. I think I’ve got Floyd’s moods down to a science at this point.” You said with a grin, looking over at Jade to see the expression on his face. He was still smiling ever so slightly but was now raising one eyebrow in a questioning manner at your statement.  

              “Really, now? Why don’t you share your findings with me then? I’d love to know how you managed to figure out the pattern of my brother’s moods before myself.” The eelmer said, smirking at you while knowing full well you hadn’t figured out the reason behind Floyd’s behavioral problems – you weren’t a psychologist! Jade just enjoyed picking on you, something that hadn’t changed throughout the development of your friendship with one another; your expressions were always such a treat to both him and his brother alike.

              “It was a joke, Jade! You know I was kidding!” You exclaimed, smiling as you placed your hands in front of you on the table to lean towards the seemingly more stable of the twins (something which was debatable).

              “Maybe you should be the stand-up comedian, then. We could set up a show for you here at the lounge; I’m sure the students would love seeing you flounder about up on stage.” He said, smiling at you in a sickeningly sweet way as he gestured to the large stage in the lounge. You’d only seen it used a few times during the monthly karaoke nights Azul decided to start hosting as per your request. While you did think a comedy show would be nice, you certainly wouldn’t be participating in something like that anytime soon.

              “…You’re cruel, you know that?” You said with a pout, sitting back down and ignoring Jade’s smirk widening at your reaction. Oh, why did the twins enjoy tormenting you so? You noticed as you took a seat, however, that Floyd had seemingly lost interest in the other Octavinelle students he had been toying with. He now had his mismatched pair of eyes set solely on his new prey – you.

              While it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be the person who caught Floyd’s attention, it also wasn’t the best being it either. You turned and watched, a look of pure shock on your face as Floyd sprinted over to where you were sitting. He made his way over to you and his brother fairly quickly (curse his long legs) before flopping down next to you and pushing you toward the wall with his larger frame. He flopped across your lap, upper body resting on your legs as his own hung limply off the side of the booth’s seats. He looked up at you, saying with a whine, “___, I’m booored – how about we play a game? Ooh, how about tag~? It’s been a while since I’ve chased you around.”

              Floyd sat up slightly, pressing one of his fingers against your nose in what could be described as a boop of sorts with his characteristic grin on his face. You just smiled at him gently, booping him in return as you asked, “Can I have a raincheck, Floyd? I don’t think I can walk very well right now, let alone run. I promise you can chase me the next time you’re in the mood, okay?”

              Floyd pouted at your words, muttering out a “boo…” before quickly changing his tune. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into a back-breaking embrace as he exclaimed, “Eh, squeezes it is then!”

              “No, please! Spare meeee!” You said with a smile, pretend-trying to break free from Floyd’s grasp. He always found it funny whenever you pretended to not like his squeezes, so a mixture of yours and Floyd’s giggling filled the empty lounge as Jade watched the both of you in what could be described as endearment.

              Suddenly, the familiar scolding tone of your boyfriend rang through the room, causing you to perk up slightly as he exclaimed, “Ugh – Floyd! Leave ___ alone – it’s been a long day for everyone… I have no clue how you still have so much energy after classes and your shift.”

              “Eh, I was in a good mood today. ___’s always such a fun playmate… maybe you two should play sometime, too – it might make you less of a stiff~!” Floyd said, looking at Azul as he wiggled his eyebrows slightly, the action and words only causing Azul’s face to deepen in color. This was apparently the reaction Floyd wanted from his childhood friend, as he couldn’t stop the laughs spilling from his lips. You found your partner’s pink face endearing, giggling at the sight. You watched as Jade stood up, dusting off his pants as he looked at his brother who still had himself draped across your lap.

               “Come now, Floyd. Let’s go so they can have some alone time.” Jade said, giving his brother a look before smirking at Azul. The twins then left the lounge in tandem as Floyd continued to make teasing remarks as they left you two alone together. You looked up at Azul who watched the troublemaking twins leave with a grimace on his face.

              When he looked down at where you were still sitting, he simply sighed out as he pinched the bridge of his nose, telling you softly, “…I sincerely apologize for their behavior.”

              “Ehehehe… It’s alright, love – I know that’s just how they are.” You said with a smile, gently grabbing his hand and lightly tugging on his arm so he would sit next to you. You propped your head up with your hand, asking him, “So, how was your day? Do anything exciting?”

              Azul simply chuckled lightly, telling you, “I’m not sure how exciting sitting in an office could be, but I did just make a deal with…”

              Both of you continued to talk as minutes turned into hours with him asking you about your day and somehow managing to get you to tell him your shoe size without you even realizing it (he overheard you talking about how your feet were hurting, so prepare for a new pair of shoes in the future) while you inquired about his new business ideas and contracts with new clients. You two had a small dinner together and, before you knew it, it was late into the night. You both still had class tomorrow and Azul even had a test, so you decided to say your goodbyes for the evening. You had made a joke about spending the night in his room, something of which nearly caused him to choke on the water he had taken a sip of; looks like Floyd’s joke was affecting your boyfriend more than he would like to admit.

              You had helped him gather up the plates and clean up the remnants of your dinner, having a small bubble fight in the kitchen when you realized you had put a bit too much soap into the sink. It was fun, being able to be playful with your boyfriend which was something that only occurred when he was 100% positive no one would be around to see it. After tidying up the kitchen you had managed to nearly fill with bubbles, Azul held your hand in his as he walked you to the entrance of the dorm.

              As you two walked, however, he eventually released your hand, reaching into his coat pocket as he told you, “Oh, I almost forgot your payment for today. Ah, here you are–…”

              “I already got my payment for today, though?” You cut in, tilting your head in confusion.

              “What? I haven’t seen you at all today until a few hours ago, so how did you–?” Azul started, questioning as to who paid you before you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned forward, cutting his question off with a gentle kiss. Azul squeezed his eyes shut, taking in the sweetness from the desert that still lingered on your tongue as you two shared a moment in the entryway.

              Eventually, you pulled away from him, telling him sincerely, “That adorable smile of yours is payment enough for me, Azul – that’s all I need.”  

              After a moment or two, Azul was eventually able to cough out as he forced the money into your grasp, “…Just take the madol, please.”

              “You’re toooo cute, love – I just adore seeing your face that beautiful shade of pink~.” You cooed at him, holding his face with both of your hands as you rubbed your nose gently on his.

              “_-___....” Was all your boyfriend was able to wheeze out, his face such a deep shade of red it could have rivaled Riddle’s.

              After a moment of truly taking in Azul’s expression and taking a mental picture to save forever in your mind, you pulled away from him after giving him a light pat on his cheeks, telling him, “Okay, okay – I’ll show you some mercy this time around. Well, goodnight Azul – I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, good luck on your history test; I know you’ll ace it!”

              “Goodnight, dear – I’ll see you tomorrow.” Azul told you with a wave, the color on his face not fading even as he watched you disappear into the distance. After a moment or two, his expression hardened as he turned around and said in a stern tone, “…Jade, Floyd – you can stop hiding now.”

              Unsurprisingly, the twins emerged from where they were hiding, Floyd laughing as he exclaimed, “Ehehehe – you’re sooo red Azuuul~! It’s been like, what, five minutes now since your little make-out session and you still look like a boiled octopus?”

              “Ugh – enough! Don’t you have dishes to clean or floors to mop?” Azul exclaimed, clearly both frustrated and embarrassed by the twins being, well… themselves.

              Jade just smiled, his sharp teeth shining in the light as he said, “Everything has been taken care of by both Floyd and myself, Azul, so we’re free for the rest of the night. Fufufu…”

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