Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au
Word Count: 6,350
A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into
a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted
to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked
your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty
seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to
sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!?
How could I not have known?!?
A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx
Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him.
Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff
Pairing: You x Jungkook
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking
You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.
You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.
Prompt/Summary: You and Steve know all the right and wrong buttons to push
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: OMG, the cursing. There is a lot. So much.
Word Count: 3668
Note: Is there a better trope than enemies to lovers? I dare you to name it. I wish I were better at writing sex scenes. Maybe I need to bribe someone to write the second (smuttier) chapter to this.
A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’
This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.
Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.
It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.
That’s all she needs. Really.
Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.
He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers.
And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.
“Loved your last Remus piece! Would you maybe do one where the
reader is friends with the marauders, secretly in love with Remus, and once she
finds out he is a were she makes wolfsbane for him secretly leaving it in the
shack since she doesn’t want to pressure him into telling her. The boys get
curious as to who is making it so they use the invisibility cloak and catch her
leaving it one day. Lots of fluff! Thank you and have a good day!” Aw! Thank you so so much! And I loved this idea, hope you like
how it turned out!
Italics= thoughts and flashbacks.
Also, in this instance professor Merrythought will be teaching
DADA since there is no clear answer to who was teaching it after she retired
during the marauders era.
You were a sixth year
Gryffindor along with the poster children for trouble, also known as the
marauders. You had been best friends with them ever since first year, but you
have also been in love with one of them just as long. It started out as crush
but after getting to know the sweet and gentle boy better, it turned into love.
You were in love with none other than Remus Lupin, he was just as michevious as
the rest but he was gentler and much more reasonable.
It wasn’t until your third
year at Hogwarts that you found out about his “furry little problem” as both
James and Sirius refer to it. Every month Remus would get sick, you didn’t
think much of it during your first year but then during your second year,
Sirius, James and Peter would disappear as well.
Second Year, after Christmas break.
“Hey guys! I was looking all over for you, have you seen Remus?
The night sky is pretty clear so I was wondering if he wanted to star gaze and
finish our astronomy project.” You told the pair of boys who were sitting at
the back of the library.
“Sorry Y/N, it’s his aunt’s birthday tomorrow so he left afte
class.” James said as he continued to write on a piece of parchment, no doubt
an overdue essay.
“Wasn’t his aunt’s birthday last month?” You questioned.
“He has more than one aunt, this one is also very dear to him.”
Sirius asserted as he stood from his chair, gathering his things.
“Oh okay, do you guys want to go and stargaze with me then?”
“Sorry sweet cheeks, but we have that test to study for, you go
ahead and tell us about it tomorrow, okay?” Sirius replied as he ruffled your
head affectionately. He and James left the library, leaving you with your
thoughts. Funny thing was that you all had the same classes and there was no
such test coming up, rather than keep interrogating them you played dumb and
left it at that.
of Second Year
“Hey, James! Have you seen Remus? He wasn’t in class today and I
was wondering if he wanted any of the chocolate my mother sent me.”
“Um, sorry Y/N, he came down with a nasty stomach virus last
night and went home for the weekend since he doesn’t like to stay in the
hospital wing.” He answered.
“Oh that’s odd, he seemed fine last night.”
“Yeah, but you know how those bugs are, one minutes you’re fine
and the next you’re kneeling over the loo hoping to be out of your misery
soon.” He shrugged.
“Well, do you want some chocolate? She sent me far too much for
just one person.”
“I would love some but I gotta run, Sirius, Peter and I have a
double detention with Slughorn and I’m already late. I’ll catch you later!” and
with that he ran off before you could bid him goodbye.
Another one of their excuses that didn’t add up since Slughorn
loved James, and pretty much turned a blind eye when it came to the marauders.
“Remus!” you exclaimed as you spotted your best friend down the
hall, giving him a hug as you caught up with him.
“Looks like someone missed me.” He said chuckling as he hugged
“You have no idea, you and the boys are always ditching me, I
almost feel as if you all plan it and go to an Y/N free zone once a month to
detox.” You joked back but you saw him gulp. So you were right, it wasn’t your
imagination, they did all go out at least once a month without you.
“Nonsense, you can blame Peter for this one because he got us
all sick this weekend, but don’t worry I’m feeling much better today.” He said
smiling as you both made your way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts. You
both set your bags down as you saw that everyone was gathered around the center
of the room where a wardrobe stood rattling.
“Hello class! Today we have a hands on activity, as you all
noticed that is not ordinary wardrobe, inside of it is a boggart. Can anyone
tell me what that is?” no one raised their hand but Professor Merrythought called
on Remus, knowing that he must have some sort of idea considering that his
father was an expert when it came to things like this.
“A boggart is an amortal shape-shifting non-being that takes on
the form of the viewer’s worst fear. It has no definite form since it changes
depending on the person since he or she will fear different things.” He
replied, looking uneasy, the carefree demeanor he had with you before class had
vanished as he eyed the wardrobe wearily.
“Correct Mr. Lupin, ten points to Gryffindor. So right now, this
particular boggart is sitting in the darkness inside has not yet assumed a
form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of
the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I
let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.” The
class remained silent, you could see many uneasy and worried looks.
“In order to get rid of one, one must concentrate on turning
said fearful thing into something funny, so that fear can be dispelled in
amusement as you say the incantation, ‘Riddikulus.’ Wands out, and repeat after
me, Riddikulus.” The class did as they were told and soon enough you were all
lining up, you and Remus made your way by where Sirius and James were standing
and you all watched as Peter went first.
A snake came slithering out of the wardrobe, increasing in size
as it got closer to Peter.
“Now Mr. Pettigrew!” Professor Merrythought shouted.
“R-riddikulus!” Peter shouted and in and instant the snaked
turned into a slinky, laughter echoed in the room and soon enough everyone was
pushing to be next.
One by one they all went and it was finally James’s turn, you
bit your lip knowing well enough what his worst fear was. The wardrobe door
opened once again and, a cow came out, walking slowly and mooing ominously at
James. Both you and Remus bursted out laughing, remembering how a few summers
ago, you all went to the muggle country side and somehow James angered a herd
of cows and they chased him for five miles, it took Remus and Sirius a good
twenty minutes to compose themselves before helping him.
“RIDDIKULUS!” James shouted with a little too much gusto, no
doubt wanting to get it over and done with. The cow then turned into a dozen of
black and white polka dotted snitches that buzzed around the room clumsily.
Sirius was next, you and Remus had a small betting pool going on
between the two of you, knowing your best friends fairly well, you both knew
what was going to come out of the wardrobe for Sirius.
Sure enough, a giant, and muscly Kreacher came out, hunched over
with a menacing look on his face. You all knew Sirius wasn’t very fond of his
house elf. The Kreacher like boggart wasn’t even halfway across the room when
Sirius was already yelling Riddikulus, turning Kreacher into a giant balloon
animal, squeaking with every movement.
It was finally your turn and you were not looking forward to it,
in fact you had turned slightly pale at the thought of facing one of your
biggest fears. Remus gave you an encouraging nod and you went to face your
At least fifty needles came flying out at you, all looking
extremely sharp, you froze on the spot and even though they wouldn’t really
hurt you, Remus ran towars you and yelled out.
“RIDDIKULUS!” not only did he protect you, but your boggart
turned into a bunch of flowers; daisies, sunflowers and pansies bloomed around
the room, but once the buds opened, a trumpet like sound was emitted, prompting
You thanked Remus and he nodded, both of you blushing, you saw
that he hesitantly made his way towards the front, knowing that he was one of
the last ones to g; he needed to participate in order to get a good mark. The doors
to the wardrobe opened and out came a great yellow ball, if you had blinked you
would’ve missed it because in instant it was zipping around the room as a
deflated balloon. That was no ordinary yellow ball, that was a full moon. Your
theory was confirmed when you saw how the rest of the marauders were throwing
worry glances towards Remus, the class didn’t seem to noticed what his boggart
was since they were still laughing about the trumpeting flowers.
Ever since that fateful DADA class, you had finally figured out
what your best friends were hiding from you. Your suspicions came true when you
followed them during the full moon, drinking a potion that would make your
movements as quiet as a mouse, you also had borrowed James’s invisibility cloak
last week and had ‘forgotten’ to give it back this morning. You followed them
into the shrieking shack, and when you saw how your best friends transformed
into animaguses you gasped, but you felt your world spinning as you saw the man
you love howl in pain as he turned into a wolf. You quickly ran out of the
room, not because you were afraid but because you had to help him somehow,
seeing him in pain made your heart ache.
During the next couple of weeks, you spent all of your free time
in the room of requirements, hunched over countless of potion books, stirring
and making endless trial potions in hopes of finally getting the challenging
Wolfsbane potion down. Whenever one of the marauders would ask where you would
go off to, you would give a vague answer of either going to see a professor for
an extra lesson or that you were helping a professor or someone from a
different house with something.
It took you two months but you had finally perfected and were
ready to give it to Remus. During the next full moon, you went to the shrieking
shack in the early hours of the morning and left the potion with a note
explaining what it was, you hoped that they would use and wouldn’t think of it
as a trap. Hopefully they think Dumbledore was behind it. You hid under one of
the floorboards that was on the opposite side of the room, you had watched
where they situated themselves and you knew that you would go undetected there.
Soon enough it was nighttime and you heard them rushing in.
“Oi, Remus, come and look at this.” Sirius said as he saw the
bottle and the note addressed to Remus. Remus eyes light up as he read it and
even though James and Sirius were apprehensive Remus simply shrugged.
“I turn into a bloody monster once a month, I don’t have much to
lose if I try this out.” He drank the potion in one big gulp, you all held your
breath as he transformed a few minutes later. Five minutes passed and the rest
of the marauders let out a cheer seeing how calm their friend was. You had
happy tears in your eyes due to how your potion had worked and seeing that you
were able to help him.
Ever since that full moon,
every month you would work on his Wolfsbane potion and sneak it into the shack
a day before the full moon. You had finished this batch and were ready to head
out, you went to your room to get the cloak and your wand. You cursed under
your breath as you remembered that you had given James his cloak back last
week. You silently disarmed the spells that lead to the boy’s dormitories,
thanks to yours and Remus’s late night study sessions, you knew which spell to
use. You snuck into their room thinking that they were all in the common hall
but much to your horror a voiced from behind you scared the daylights out of
“And to what to we owe
this pleasure, love?” Sirius asked,
leaning against the doorway as James looked on.
“Um, you see, I lent Remus
a book yesterday and I need it to finish my Charms essay.” You answered,
avoiding their eyes as you pretended to look for your book in Remus’s side of
“And here it is! Thanks
boys!” you grabbed the first book that you saw and left before they could say
You were back to how you
were an hour ago, without an invisibility cloak. Guess I just have to risk being caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris… you
thought. You put on your robes, grabbed both the potion and your wand and
headed towards the underground tunnels that you knew so well. Unbeknownst to
you, the two marauders didn’t believe your book story and followed you under
James’s cloak, and were slowly putting two and two together as they follow you
on your way towards the shrieking shack.
“No bloody way, she’s
Moony’s Wolfsbane fairy.” Sirius whispered as James looked in awe as you made
your way across the room and set down said potion, placed the accompanying note
and left without a second glance. After they were sure you were long gone, they
took off the cloak and sat in silence as they processed what they had just
“Slughorn said that
Wolfsbane was one of the hardest potions to do, it required an immense amount
of skill and dedication. Remus started getting a bottle of Wolfsbane during the
end of our third year, that means Y/N has been making his monthly potion for
the last three years.” James pondered, finally breaking the silence.
“I’m honestly getting
tired of seeing them dance around each other, can’t we just lock them up in a
boggart free closet and have them confess their feelings for each other? What
more proof do we need that she loves him? And we both know that he loves her.”
“Pads, I think it’s time
we play matchmaker.” James said as he rubbed his hands excitedly.
A month had passed and you
were once again bottling some Wolfsbane for Remus, ready to head out to set it
out for him. You didn’t think twice on why you hadn’t seen any of the marauders
all day, I mean it is Saturday, perhaps
they’re out by the lake enjoying the sun before heading to the shack. You
saw Peter and quickly asked him where the rest of the boys were, he stuttered that
they were by the lake. You didn’t even bother to double check; you were just
glad that you still had time to make your delivery.
You ran through the
tunnels and finally made it to the shack, gasping for air, as you climbed
upstairs. You were attaching your usual note to the bottle when a voice cut
through the stillness of the room.
“Y/N?” you almost dropped
the bottle. Gulping, you slowly turned around to face Remus.
“Hi Rem, fancy meeting you
here.” You stammered out, avoiding his piercing green eyes.
“Three whole years. I’ve
been wanting to meet the person that’s been making the Wolfsbane potion and thank
them for three whole years, and that person was always next to me. You’ve been
helping me for three whole years and I never thanked you, not once.” Remus marveled,
slowly making his way across the room to you and enveloping you into a warm
You never imagined that someone
would catch you in the act, let alone Remus himself.
“You’re not mad?” you
whispered into his chest.
“Why would I be mad? You’ve
been keeping me sane during my darkest hours.”
“I knew what was happening
to you but I kept quiet.”
“No, Y/N, you found out
and you still treated me as your best friend”
“That’s because I love you,
Remus.” You breathed out.
“Now I know I must be
dreaming.” He said, taking your hands in his as he looked deeply into your
“Ever since second year.” You
“So have I, bloody hell, I
fell for you as soon as you told Sirius and James to shut up five minutes after
sitting with us during our first train ride to school.” He gushed, laughing
joyfully; both of you had smiles on your faces, your hearts were full, knowing
that your love was reciprocated was the best feeling ever.
He closed the gap between
the two of you and captured your lips into a gentle kiss, leaving you
breathless. After a few moments you pulled apart, a gently blush dusting both
of your faces.
“Remind me to thank Sirius
and James for being so nosy, if it wasn’t for them following you last month, I would’ve
never found out nor this would’ve happened.”
“Of course it was them…”
“They should be here soon,
Peter will take you back to the castle and after this is all over we can spend
the remainer of the weekend together, if you want that of course.” Remus said,
nervously rubbing his neck.
“I wish you would let me
stay but I understand, and of course I want to! In fact, I’ll sneak into the
kitchen to get us some sweets.” You said, coming up on your tiptoes and kissing
A few minutes later, cheers
and congratulations echoed across the room as the marauders made their
entrance. Before you left with Peter back to the castle, you kissed Remus once
more which prompted five minutes of cat-calls and hollering from James and
Sirius. Both you and Remus blushed and rolled your eyes at their antics, Remus
told them to shut up, trying his hardest not to blush once again.
“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader
This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it :
Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that.
Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father.
-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes.
-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?
-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!
The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.
-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ?
Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice.
He was the Batman.
Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.
It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything. And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before.
Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was.
With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :
-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ?
-Well, I have just one question sir.
-Go ahead Al’.
-Do you love her ?
-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that.
-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two.
Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you.
-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away.
The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says :
-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ?
-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ?
Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers :
-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact.
Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ?
the prompts: (1) whenever I think of joshua i get this “boy next door” feel. but maybe have it where
joshua or the reader has just moved to the neighborhood and the reader hears joshua play the guitar near his bedroom window and he starts to notice her and play songs that convey his feelings for her. (2) personally i would love a joshua scenario with a flirty josh and oblivious reader cuz!!!! why not!!!
author note: he’s not that flirty in this like maybe a subtle flirt. anyway this is for my older sister, for her graduation gift. I’m proud of you, you loser, and I hope you like this scenario. (good luck choosing between joshua and yuta now muahaha)
When you and your family moved into that ugly green two-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac, you assumed there would be no one your age to hang out with. It was the summer after you graduated high school, and you were pleased to spend it leisurely, doing nothing but catching up on the latest Netflix series available. You would start working as soon as the summer was over, and so your goal was to spend as much time as you could enjoying being lazy.
The bedroom you chose was at the end of the hall on the second floor, far away from your parents’ room. There, you could watch Netflix on your laptop day after day, without a care in the world at who was outside (or inside) of your house.
Your mother was sociable, and always on the prowl for new friends she could chat with. That’s how she found Mrs. Hong, who conveniently lived next door along with her son, Joshua.
To say Joshua Hong was cute would have to be the understatement of the century, since he was downright princely in every sense of the word. Luckily, his bedroom seemed to be right across the yard from yours, so you were able to see him from time to time whenever he opened his curtains. He never seemed to notice you when he sat on his window seat to play his guitar. Sometimes, he would crack open his window and you could hear the experimental twang of the strings as he learned new melodies and songs. That wasn’t very often, though.
Usually, Joshua had friends over, and they would play in the in-ground pool in his backyard. You found out he had handsome friends too, and lots of them. Sometimes they picked him up in a beaten up old van. It obviously didn’t fit thirteen boys, so you always watched in amusement as Joshua would squish into the trunk with a few other boys. They were a wild bunch, and loud. They were the soul reason you bought noise-canceling headphones.
Some days, when you didn’t feel like Netflix or the internet, you would watch Joshua and his friends hang out, since it was rather comical to see them playing around. Especially when they had sleepovers at Joshua’s place. Apparently they were fans of truth or dare, unless Joshua really did have a boyfriend named Yoon Jeonghan, as he had shouted out for the neighborhood to hear one night. That was the first time you ever heard him speak, funnily enough. His voice was soft.
Soon, Netflix became boring to you as July found it’s way into the year. You found yourself at your window seat more often than not, watching Joshua as he fiddled with his guitar. He was quieter alone, away from the the hustle and bustle that his friends offered. With his and your windows cracked open, you could hear his gentle voice as he sang a familiar song. Without realizing it, your eyelids began to droop as you leaned against the window pane. Joshua’s soft voice sang you to sleep that night.
“She is the sweetest thing that I know…“ Joshua sang, ”you should see the way she holds me when the lights go low. Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every—dang it!”
He exhaled in frustration as he once again messed up the simplest of chords. Where there was a D, he had played a C. He had never messed up something like guitar chords. He could play a song by ear if he wanted to, as he had been playing since he was in middle school.
He blamed you. Ever since you had moved in a few months ago and he saw you going out to collect mail, his mind hadn’t been the same. He found it cute how you would give the mailman a wide smile whenever he brought a package for you. Often times he didn’t even have to wonder very long what it was that you were so happy to receive, as you would open the package right there in the front yard. He got to see your interests, which mostly consisted of miscellaneous fandom merch or something even stranger like a box of food from who knows where. Although once, you received a tin of cookies and Joshua had considered introducing himself right there just to take a few of those chocolate chip treats home with him.
The point was, Joshua found you rather interesting and pretty, but he was too shy to actually strike up a conversation with you. His mother told him a lot about you, because according to your mother you were always watching Netflix shows or making strange conditions in the kitchen.
Joshua had the developing desire to keep learning about you. He wanted to know more about you, outside of your mother’s opinions and his observant assumptions. However, he wasn’t very outspoken when it came to girls. In fact, he barely even talked to them in high school. Even now, in college as a struggling music major, he didn’t really talk to girls. He was too shy and uninterested. He had his entire life to find someone that made his heart race. For now, he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Your moving right across from him sort of wrecked that plan, however, as now he found his heart racing every time he saw you outside.
As he repositioned his fingers to play the song again, he glanced out the window, towards your house. His curiosity for you was quenched when he realized your window was right across from him, and you were sleeping against the partly-open windowpane. He quirked a smile at your sleeping form.
Had you heard him singing? The thought flustered him, as he wasn’t sure he sounded good. Sometimes he just fooled around on his instrument, and it probably sounded stupid. He wondered how many times you had heard him singing his heart out to Ed Sheeran songs. Then, he cringed as he remembered his favorite activity to do when he felt bored was to freestyle his own raps for whatever reason. Perhaps you would find them funny. That would be a plus, right?
Whatever you had heard, Joshua was going to make sure you heard only the best songs from him. From then on, he kept a mental note that you could be listening to his songs.
You were awoken bright and early the next morning, to the usual legion of boys shouting and yelling.
Did they not know it was morning?
Splashing was quickly heard along with loud voices, so you sat up begrudgingly and looked at your phone. You groaned, Who went swimming at the crack of dawn, anyway?
They were disrupting your precious sleep, and so it was only logical that you would disrupt their precious fun. As desperate times call for desperate measures, you got out of your bed and grabbed the Nerf gun that lay in the messy underside of your bed. After finding a spare dart laying around, you crept over to your window seat and hid behind the decorative throw pillows you had set on the cushions. You pushed open your window and aimed for the first boy you saw near the pool: a tall, dark boy busy slathering sunscreen on his shoulders. You pulled the trigger and grinned as your target met it’s mark.
“Ow! Wh—” he turned around quickly, and locked eyes with you.
You squealed in alarm and ducked behind your cushions.
“Joshua! Your neighbor just shot me with a Nerf gun!”
You peaked your head over your throw pillow and watched as Joshua pushed himself out of his pool and walked closer to your house, his brows furrowed as he looked at your window. Then, he opened his mouth without a sort of Aha! expression. “It’s really early. My mom told me her parents were on a trip so I just assumed she was with them. We should keep quiet.”
You sighed in relief as all the boys seemingly agreed and got out to get some sun instead.
If you were honest, you might have watched the shirtless boys tan for just a bit longer before returning to your bed.
”Cause I know that I let you down, but is it to late to say I’m sorry now?“ Joshua strummed his guitar rather recklessly to the Justin Bieber song.
His thoughts were that if he couldn’t speak to you, then he could very well sing to you. At least from his bedroom. He still felt guilty for waking you up on a Saturday at six in the morning. So he thought of the only semi-apologetic song he knew the chords to. If that was Justin Bieber, it would have to do.
He could see you even now, with your head against the windowpane, listening to him. You seemed to be listening casually as you scrolled on your phone, occasionally stopping to double-tap. When he stopped singing and playing, he chuckled softly because you had peeked up and looked over to his window, wondering why his voice had cut off abruptly. He quickly put his head down and waited until you went back to your phone before he looked at you again.
Was there a sort of unspoken communication between you two? He would sing and you would just listen along?
Joshua bit his lip in thought as he mindlessly strummed random chords. Maybe he could sing for you every night.
Before he could begin another song, his mother called him to help her make dinner.
He went downstairs into the kitchen, where his mother was busy tossing a salad. “Can you cook and cut the chicken for me?”
“Of course,” Joshua said, moving over to the fridge to grab the chicken.
“What happened this morning?” Mrs. Hong asked as they both worked together. “I was drinking my morning coffee, listening to you guys play in the pool and then all of a sudden all the noise just stopped.”
“Oh, well apparently Y/n didn’t go with her parents on that trip, and we woke her up. She shot Mingyu with a Nerf gun to let us know that we were being too loud.”
Mrs. Hong giggled and shook her head fondly. “Maybe you should invite her over. She might be lonely during dinner.”
Joshua groaned and turned to narrow his eyes at his mother, “Are you trying to set me up?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Mrs. Hong shrugged her shoulders coyly, “but it would be nice for her to come over and you two to meet properly.”
“I don’t know…” Joshua mumbled, his ears turning pink at the thought that his mom might embarrass him before he got to even properly talk with you.
Mrs. Hong rolled her eyes. “I won’t bring out the baby pictures, just go and invite her over before she starts microwaving pizza pockets or something.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” Joshua sighed, making his way out the back door.
The walk from his house to yours felt rather slow for him. Especially since his legs seemed like lead, and his feet were dragging with anxiety as he thought of seeing you face to face.
He stood in front of your pea-green home and lifted his fist, knocking on the creaky screen door.
He heard quick footsteps from inside, and then the door was swung open. It was you, with a bright smile on your face until you saw him. Your smile quickly turned down in disappointment. “Oh. I thought you were the delivery man with my clothes.”
Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Ah… Sorry. I’m Joshua Hong from next door.”
“I know who you are,” you said sweetly. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”
“Yeah. Um, my mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat dinner with us? Since your parents are out and everything.”
“Oh!” You looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry, but I’m going out on a date with this guy from the mall. I don’t have his number to cancel or anything.”
“Don’t cancel!” Joshua said hastily, ignoring the frantic and nervous beating of his heart as he thought of you going on a date with someone else. “If you’re going on a date then go! Have fun,” he laughed awkwardly and turned on his heel, marching down the stairs towards his home.
He walked into the kitchen, his stomach turning as he saw his mother’s hopefully face. “Is she coming?”
“No,” Joshua sighed, going to take the chicken out of the oven. “She has a date.”
The two of them agreed not to talk about you any longer, as Mrs. Hong could sense the melancholic tone in her son’s voice. He was a bit hurt, but he wouldn’t mention it as he sat down to eat with his mother.
The two of them sat down and prayed before digging into their light dinner, easy conversation distracting Joshua from his worry about where you might be going and what you might be doing on your date.
The loud honking of a car suddenly jolted the two. Poor Joshua had been drinking water as it happened, and so he accidentally spilt some of it down his thin t-shirt.
“Go see what that is,” Mrs. Hong told him, her eyebrows furrowed in worry that there might’ve been an accident in their neighborhood.
Joshua obeyed and walked over to the window over the sink, dabbing his shirt with a paper towel as he did so. He peered out the window to see a sleek black car in your yard, honking. Suddenly your door opened and you came outside, your hair flying behind you as you ran over to the car.
“It’s her date,” Joshua informed his mom, “He didn’t even ring the doorbell.”
Mrs. Hong rushed over and tutted, shaking her head. “Where’d she pick him up?”
“The mall,” Joshua said spitefully. “What guy picks up girls at the mall anyway?”
Mrs. Hong patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go call it a night?”
“M'kay,” Joshua said softly. “Thanks Mom.”
You returned home later and tossed your bag onto your bed. You plopped into your window seat and sighed. Your date had been a jerk, and after flirting with the waitress, he had made you pay for the entire meal (which wasn’t any MacDonald’s by the way). After that, he tried to initiate a make out session in the front seat of his car, to which you politely declined.
You opened your window slightly, hoping to hear some of Joshua’s singing. You wished you had just stood the jerk up and stayed with Joshua and his mom. You were sure that dinner would’ve reaped more benefits than the one you had been on.
You heard the sweet melodies of a Shawn Mendes song, followed by Joshua’s soft voice. ”‘Cause I know I can treat you better than he can, and any girl like you deserves a gentleman…“
You suddenly looked up and met Joshua’s gaze for a second before he finally looked away, still singing.
Had he played that song for you? Did he know that it was a botched date or was the song just a coincidence?
Either way, you grabbed a blanket and curled up in your window seat, letting Joshua’s voice lull you to sleep.
The next few weeks were rather quiet, save for Joshua’s nightly songs. Each night was a different love song, and you liked to listen to them as you feel asleep, imagining he was singing to you. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t ever talked, but the words were nothing more than greetings from him, and occasionally his friends, when they saw you outside.
Your parents had returned, yet they were still put most of the time, working. You spent the morning cleaning up the house, and had finished well before noon. Out of boredom, you decided to make cookies.
After a few hours, you were surrounded by cookies and cookie dough, your music blaring loudly with whatever random Spotify playlist you had chosen. In your excitement, you hadn’t realized that you had made literally fifteen dozen chocolate chip cookies, and there was no way to eat them all.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling and hollering outside. The boys! You could give them each a dozen to take home and you’d still have two dozen left.
With that decided, you put the cookies in individual ziplock bags and stuffed them all in one of your mother’s oversized grocery bags. You turned off your phone and pocketed it before leaving the house.
The boys were all near the pool again, as they had been since the early morning when you started your chores. With a few steps, you were outside the pool gate, opening the latch and letting yourself into what looked to be an intense chicken-fight competition. There were nine boys standing at the pool edge with their backs to you. They hadn’t noticed your presence, as they were too busy cheering on the four boys in the pool. You snuck beside one of them to see Joshua sitting on the shoulders of the boy you had shot with a Nerf gun just a couple of month ago. His hands were linked with another boy’s, and they both were straining to push the other off.
In the excitement of the other boys’ cheering, you played along. “Go Joshua! Take him down!”
Joshua froze at your voice, allowing the other boy to shove him into the water. Each of the boys turned to look at you, and the one in the pool was the first to speak, “It’s Nerf girl!”
Joshua resurfaced and pushed his bangs off his forehead. “Y/n?”
“Hi, Joshua,” you said with an awkward wave.
The boy you had shot spoke again, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of the punishment, Shua. Jeonghan won so he gets to flick your forehead.”
All of the boys agreed, and so Joshua and the other three boys pushed themselves out of the pool. Joshua walked over to the towels and quickly wrapped one around his shoulders before making his way towards you. “What are you doing here?”
You shrugged and held up the bag. “I made too many cookie so I thought I would share. There’s a bag for each of you.”
Suddenly, Joshua’s punishment was forgotten as each of the boys scrambled to get their bag of cookies. They each thanked you, but you could hardly reply after seeing their handsome faces up close. When there was only one bag left, you pulled it out and handed it to Joshua with a soft smile. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Y/n.” Joshua scratched the back of his head, “Do you want to come swimming?”
The thought of Joshua seeing you in your swimsuit made you blush, but it was hot outside and you were bored. “Sure. Let me go get my swimsuit.”
Joshua thought his ears were going to absolutely burn from the heat that crept up them. Your bathing suit made you look even more stunning, and Joshua was finding it hard not to stare as you smiled and laughed with the other boys. Everyone was taking a break to eat their cookies, which were no longer separated by dozens, but instead passed around and mixed up until nearly all of them were gone by you and the thirteen hungry boys.
“So, what’s it like living next to our Joshua?” Jeonghan asked you with a smirk as he leaned back into the lawn chair.
Joshua groaned, a cookie in his hand. “Guys… don’t bother her.”
“It’s okay,” you answered Jeonghan, ignoring Joshua’s pleas. “When you guys aren’t waking me up, that is. Actually, when you guys aren’t over at all, it’s quite pleasant.”
Jeonghan rose his eyebrows, “Hear that, Shua? She likes it when you’re the only one home.”
“That’s not what she meant—” Joshua started, but he was quickly cut off by all the boys’ suggestive cooing.
“Leave him alone,” you said, your own cheeks aflame.
Joshua found it endearing that you were sticking up for him. In fact, as the day progressed, and he talked more with you, he felt absolutely enamored with you to the point where he wasn’t sure he could hold it in any longer.
After you showered and cleansed all of the chlorine off of your body, you made your way to the window seat. As you dried your hair with a towel, you listened for Joshua’s song through your cracked window, ”Leave this blue neighborhood, never knew loving could hurt this good, oh, and it drives me wild. ‘Cause when you look like that, I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, oh, it drives me wild. You’re driving me wild, wild, wild…“
The thought that he could be singing to you crossed your mind yet again, and before you could stop yourself, you pushed open your window and hung your head out. "Hey, Joshua!”
Having been staring at his guitar, he jumped when you called his name. The song stopped abruptly, and Joshua turned to see your head out of your window. “Yeah?”
You sent him a smile, “Can I ask you something?”
Joshua opened his own window all the way so he could hear you better. As he retuned his guitar to keep his nervous fingers occupied, he replied, “Shoot.”
“Are you playing those songs for me, or is it just a coincidence?”
Joshua’s eyes widened as he realized that you had caught on to his act. He cleared his throat, “A–Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”
As he played his new song, he heard your laugh as it echoed across the way. “Joshua, stop! I wanna talk to you!”
Reluctantly, Joshua did stop. “Yeah. Okay, well, I guess I like you but I didn’t actually know how to convey it. I was sort of hoping my songs would charm you into liking me too.”
You smiled brightly, “Oh, they did. Especially those freestyle raps you sang about how much you wanted tacos.”
Joshua laughed nervously. “You heard that?”
“Yeah,” you answered, “It was cute, though.”
Joshua stared at your confident smile for another moment before biting his lip. “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”
“I would love to, as long as you’ll keep singing for me. I expect a rap about how much you enjoyed our date as well.”
“You got it,” Joshua said. “Any requests before I head in for the night?”
You hummed in thought before replying, “How about Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis?”
Joshua’s cheeks turned pink. “Oh. That’s a good one. Okay. Right. Cool. Let’s go.”
He began to sing, and once again you curled into your window seat, listening to his soft voice conveying not only your feelings, but his own as well.
I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!
It was funny, really, that no one could ever truly know what was going on in someone else’s head. Except one time- for one moment. The first thought your soulmate would ever have when they saw you would be written in bold letters across your arm.
Some people had some pretty embarrassing words. They were sweet, really, when you considered the sentiment, but they were pretty awful for the young kids who had to walk around with them. Your close friend had, spelled in huge letters across her arm, “holy fucking shit!”
Your own words were in letters that, at first, everyone around you had not understood. Luckily, all hospitals had a language expert somewhere on their staff who would either translate unknown marks on the arms of newborns or at least inform the parents what language it was so that they could get it translated themselves if they wanted to. Your local specialist had gazed in amazement at your mark and told your family it was a mix of languages. First Korean, then Mandarin. It was also… unusually long. A stream of thought.
They were surprised. But it was assumed that your soulmate must be bilingual. And since a very young age, determined when it came to the idea of your soulmate, you set off on the tough road of trying to learn both.
It takes Adam a while to become friends with people at college, but it doesn’t take people very long to become friends with Adam Parrish, because Adam is the kind of person people are drawn to: polite and nice, calm and intelligent, with just the right bit of mystery to him.
Of course none of his friends can compare to his friends back home. Noone ever could. But they’re alright.
So, after the first semester is over, Adam has several friends. For one, his roommate Dave, who’s a bit of a nerd, a bit awkward, but genuinly nice, too. Also, Ava, who sits next to him in three of his classes and who would probably get along perfectly with Blue (she’s a vegan and only wears second hand clothes). Then, there’s Other Adam from weight class who Adam is friends with because, after realizing they share the same name, it had been inevitable to become friends.
All of Adam’s friends have more friends, and so Adam ends up going to parties and meeting so many people. He even talks to them, too. Blue tells him how proud she is on the phone. “Look at you! Going out, meeting normal people! Good going!”. Adam tells her how they’re still his best friends and will always be, and he knows she’s just a little relieved to hear that.
The subject of Ronan Lynch comes up with Adam’s college friends, too, of course.
“You’re afraid to be happy” - Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Summary : Kakashi is in love with you…But pushes you away because he’s too afraid of loosing you, as every single persons he ever cared about died or left/betrayed him.
Some more love for Kakashi, because I’ve been binge watching Naruto Shippuden and I’m kind of in love with him (also, I received requests for fics about Luffy and Zorro from One Piece, and characters from FMA and more Naruto, so expect to see more anime around here), hope you’ll like it ! :
It wasn’t often, that the famous Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake, talked about his feelings. Hell, it was so rare some would say he never does.
But Yamato, one of his only remaining friend, knew better.
Sometimes, when they were both very drunk, they’d talk. They wouldn’t always remember what about, but they’d talk.
About their lives. What they like, don’t like, what make them happy, what brings them down…Your name often appears on Kakashi’s lips during those times.
Like today, or rather, tonight, while Kakashi helps Yamato to walk home. Or was it Yamato that helped Kakashi ? They were kind of slumped against each other’s, walking with difficulties, cheeks red because of the alcohol.
After the scarecrow pronounced your name for the tenth time that night, Yamato finally dared to ask :
-So, you love her ?
-Who could I talk about ?
Yamato nods. Or, tries to nod, because every movement that are a bit too vigorous makes him want to throw up.
-Yes I do.
-…I am confused, Kakashi-senpai.
-What are you confused about, Tenzou ?
-Don’t call me like that please.
-Don’t call me “senpai” then. What are you confused about ?
-Well, if you’re in love with her, and she is in love with you…why don’t you two just date ?
-Because if we do, she’ll die.
-…I’m even more confused now. Maybe I’m too drunk. Or you’re too drunk.
-I’m definitely drunk, but I can still think straight.
-I don’t get it. I don’t get you. She’s obviously madly in love with you ! And she’s beautiful, kind, caring, nice, extremely funny…
-I know all of that Yamato. But I can’t.
-Because everyone I ever loved either died or betrayed me that’s why ! She has to stay away, or something will happen ! It’s simple really !
Request: Murphy!Reader (Zoe’s Twin) has Jared over for the weekend bc parents are away, Conner is at Evan’s, & Zoe is at Alana’s. They spend the weekend getting freaky. Next Monday, Conner and Zoe see she’s wearing one of Jared’s shirts and flannels, has hickies, & looks very pleased with herself. She shuts down their scolding by saying “Neither of you can judge me Bc after seeing Evan & Alana in chemistry, as well as both your necks, I can say for a fact no Murphy child was a saint this weekend.
Warnings: centres around the idea of sex
I’m all for jokes between Murphy siblings. And the idea that their relationships comprise of healthy, loving sex.
Also this was a bit rushed but I wanted to get a fic out for you guys today, so I hope you enjoy it
You sat up, ready to face the day, and looked over to your boyfriend who was gathering up his clothes. His haired was messed up in that gorgeous way and the hickeys that trailed down his chest and stomach where they dipped under the waistband of the underwear he was just tugging on reminding you of your weekend of bliss.
Your parents had been away for the weekend and both of your siblings had been out, so you and your boyfriend had used this rare occasion of an empty Murphy house to your advantage. You’d tried different things, different positions - some of them successful, some of them not so much - and you both felt well and truly satisfied.
“We’re going to be late” you warned as he started kissing you again, trying to re-live some of your intimate moments before you had to go to school.
“Well you’re the one who couldn’t get enough of this” he said wiggling his eyebrows and dancing with his shoulders, “all weekend. You want me. Bad” he said in a matter of fact way.
“True, but that,” you laughed motioning to his movements, “is not a turn on”.
“You wasn’t saying that last night. As I recall it was more like ‘Oh Jared, oh kiss me Jared, take me, hold me in your big strong arms’” he mocked in a high-pitched voice, laughing.
“I do not talk like that!” you said throwing a pillow at him before walking into your ensuite bathroom.
“Shit, I’m going to need a while to cover all of these” you breathed, looking at the hickeys that formed a beautiful, abstract canvas for Jared’s art from your neck down. From your room, you heard Jared suggest that you could just skip today and stay in bed. You considered it until he burst into the bathroom to show you a meme he’d found which really killed the mood.
You were the first one home after a rather uneventful day at school. You’d removed your makeup and the little patches, which showed you were claimed by Jared, were bared to the world, and you couldn’t be happier about it.
You were making a drink in the kitchen, dressed in one of Jared’s graphic tees and his flannel pyjama pants, when your brother walked in. You hadn’t seen him or your sister all weekend as you were engaged with a very busy schedule which comprised purely of your boyfriend. He noticed you with a smirk.
“Didn’t think you’d be back yet - thought you couldn’t get enough of Kleinman. All you two do is have sex. You know I can see your hickeys right?” He said pointing to your neck. At least he couldn’t see the ones which trailed down your breasts and stomach. And that one between your thighs. And the bruises to match. “It would be less obvious if you had written ‘I’ve had sex with Jared’ on your forehead” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, used to your brothers teasing.
“Its not like you’re any better. I could practically hear Evan whimpering from here” you mocked, knowing your brother’s activities this weekend hadn’t differed much from your own, even if you couldn’t see the physical evidence of it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Connor spat back, his smile falling.
Zoe walked in, and placed her backpack and guitar case on the floor. “Whats going on?” She questioned, but neither of you answered her.
“Oh don’t lie to me. I saw him in Chemistry, his polo buttoned up all the way to the top, but unfortunately not quite covering those hickeys you’d left. I know what you two get up when you say you’re at the orchard - no one is that obsessed with trees” You smiled. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Zoe smirk as she poured herself a drink.
“Fuck off! At least I can walk without looking like I’ve spend the whole weekend getting laid - you’ve been walking funny all day” he shot back. Your mouth hung open. You might have been a bit sore down there (Jared was very well-endowed, ok) but you had definitely made sure to hide it. It must have been a lucky guess on your brother’s behalf.
Zoe laughed into her drink as Connor looked far too pleased with his joke.
“Excuse me, like you can talk, Alana looked worse than Evan. She was wearing a turtle neck in the middle of summer! And I walked in on her trying to conceal her neck in the bathroom - why would she be doing that if you’re little miss innocent?” You asked turning your attention to your sister whose cheeks were tinged with pink. “I’d take a look in the mirror before you try criticising me” you scold, the hickeys across your sister’s collarbone becoming visible as she moved.
“I’m surprised you can even talk that much considering how you’ve probably been choking on Jared’s dick this whole weekend” she blurted out.
“Why THE FUCK did you say that?” Connor shouted, horrified at the thought. You just stood there stunned, Zoe not normally the one to say something so brash.
“I mean he’s probably upstairs right now isn’t he?” Zoe teased.
“No” you snapped. “Maybe” you admitted with a whisper.
Your voices got louder as the three of you threw insults at one another, but not one of you heard the door open or your parents come walking in, back from their weekend break. Nor did you hear a half-naked Jared, intrigued by the shouting, walk down the stairs to unexpectedly meet your parents with more hickeys than either Cynthia or Larry had ever hoped to see.
“Oh hi Mr and Mrs Murphy, how was your trip?” Jared smiled, at the same time you screamed from the kitchen “We like to have sex, whats so bad about that?”
—their first interaction in the novel takes up most of the second chapter. haruka is supposed to be designing the enemies for the game they’re making for the school festival, but he’s spacing out and can’t think of what to draw—so takane starts yelling at him. haruka thinks to himself that he wishes she’d stop being so rude, particularly because he’s worried that no one will want to marry her because of it.
—they start talking about what kind of enemies haruka should create. he didn’t want to draw zombies like takane suggested, so they come up with a solution together. he’s happy and inspired when takane suggests they base them off animals instead.
—takane smiles at haruka, which he says makes him smile too.
—haruka came up with the game’s title the day before, but no one has voiced it aloud yet. he gets excited upon realizing that takane’s going to be the first one to say it.
—haruka notes that he’s happy takane inspired him in deciding what enemies to draw.
—he’s on a roll with designing the characters. the thought of takane being excited about it is his…….driving force, to say the least. says he “salivates” at the thought of it lmao and he blushes a little even. he wants to impress her and have her compliment him.
—haruka talks on the phone with kenjirou and thinks about how he’s having trouble creating the game’s final enemy. he gets excited suddenly, then asks kenjirou if he has a picture of takane he could borrow.
—haruka’s over at kenjirou’s house the week before the school festival to work on the game, and he’s spending some time with ayano. after she’s gone, he notes that there’s only one person his age that he feels comfortable around (takane.)
—he closes his eyes and euphorically images her—in very precise (and almost provocative) detail. he notes that he doesn’t need a picture of her, and he can imagine takane more vividly than any photo.
—he’s then overwhelmed by the urge to say her name out loud, and decides to since no one’s around. he starts to when there’s a knock on the door, at which point he feels embarrassed. (in the illustration he looks so blissful when he’s thinking about her omg.)
—kano comes in disguised as ayano. then asks haruka if he was thinking dirty thoughts just now. haruka freaks out and comments (almost guiltily,) that no, he wasn’t, then specifically notes that he was thinking about takane though.
—it goes on to the school festival in the next chapter, there’s a long description (which is honestly kind of on going throughout the whole chapter,) of haruka observing takane playing video games. he’s amazed and even inspired because she’s so good at them, and lives up to her title as “dancing flash ene”.
—not really too ~concrete~ in terms of harutaka but it was still really funny to me: takane calls haruka a dumbass for being as excited as he is, and he just agrees like HELL YEAH I’M A DUMBASS.
—haruka watches shin and takane face off in headphone actor, and notes that he’s feeling unexpected jealousy. he says he wants to be able to play games with takane, and make her feel as excited and “impassioned” as she feels right now.
—he congratulates her even though she lost.
—he comments again in his mind that he wants to play video games with takane, casually mentions it to shintaro, then gets incredibly excited at the prospect when shintaro offers to teach him how.
—later when he and shin are playing video games, shin says that haruka and takane should battle—but haruka still feels too inexperienced to do so, and he’s afraid that takane won’t wanna play against him again if he flat out loses to her the first time.
—in the next chapter, he and shin are at an arcade keeping an eye on momo—when takane calls haruka. takane tells him that it’s ayano’s birthday, and she’s throwing a party for her. haruka wants to attend but has to take care of momo first, so he can’t right now. he then lies to takane about where he is, because he knows that takane doesn’t like shintaro—and he doesn’t wanna put her in a bad mood for hanging out with him instead. after they hang up, he feels terrible for lying to takane.
—takane implies that she wanted to bring haruka to the arcade herself, and also teases him a little that he lost his chance to go with her.
—takane is at the arcade with ayano, and it turns out they’re gonna be facing off against haruka and shintaro in a tournament final. it’s haruka against takane, and shintaro against ayano.
—takane calls his and shintaro’s costumes freaky without knowing who they are (since they were wearing masks,) and haruka gets a li’l emo lmao.
—haruka realizes this is the first time he’s facing off against takane and gets nervous since he hasn’t mentally prepared himself.
—haruka only wins because he calls out takane’s name during the match……for some reason, and distracts her. takane isn’t mad later when she finds out he lied to her, but tells him not to lie to her ever again.
—towards the end of the chapter, takane gets flustered that he isn’t paying attention to her when she’s talking—he’s distracted thinking about how he’s going to die.
—at the beginning of the next chapter, he’s thinking about when he battled takane just because.
—shintaro comes and visits haruka at his house, he thinks about how he considers shintaro to be a good friend. haruka then says he’d also consider takane a friend, but doesn’t feel quite right about calling her that. he admits that his feelings for her might be love, but he can’t act on or even acknowledge the fact, because he knows he’s going to die.
—he goes for a walk later that night, he says he wanted to do something special before he dies. he thinks about how great it’d be if he and takane could face one another in the upcoming dead bullet tournament, and says it could be a precious moment of his life, and he doesn’t feel like it’s wasted.
—haruka’s last moments alive, spent with takane:
“The sounds around me seemed to echo mindlessly in my ears, and soon I could only pick up the barest nuances of Takane’s words. What did she say? I didn’t know. She sounded real sad, though.
Ahhh, I’m sorry, Takane. I’m really sorry. I’ve received so much from you, but I couldn’t give you anything in return. I bet you’re angry about it. Well, you can be, if you want. You can punch me, even. If it helps you get over it, you can do anything you like. Oh, but don’t take it out too much on people besides me. You might run into all kinds of wonderful people later on in life. You need to treat them with the care they’ll deserve. Yeah. That’s right. You’re a kind, gentle girl, Takane. You need to keep on smiling. You need to be happy.
A/N: So, I wrote this a week ago and I absolutely hated it. I was about to delete it, honestly .. But my lovely Piggie @golddaggers saved my ass and turned shit into gold. THANK YOU (also for always keeping me company while I’m working the night shift) ! I love you so much 🐷💖🇩🇪🇧🇷
When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? +Feysand I've also been greatly enjoying all the little fics you've been writing :)
Thank you, friend!! This is probably not exactly what you were asking for, but for whatever dumb reason, this popped in my head reading the prompt. Hope you like!
BTW peeps: I’m still doing these, just working through them slowly. Feel free to keep sending them and I’ll try to do them when I can. Link to prompt list is at the end. <3
When Feyre rounds the corner into the produce section of the grocery
store, the last thing she expects to see is Cassian shoving a watermelon
under her husband’s shirt amid a choir of snickers from the pair of
them. Cassian has his phone out and is just about to Snapchat a pic when
Feyre clears her throat. The boys freeze, Rhys blushing just a tad.
“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” Feyre asks Rhys pointedly, stifling a smirk.
“Just getting a feel for things,” Rhys says cooly. “We can never be too prepared.”
don’t drop it!” Cass barks suddenly, seeing the huge melon begin to
slip. Rhys removes it without a problem and replaces it on the shelf.
two are going to get us kicked out of here if you keep goofing off. We
still have a lot of shopping to do and Nesta’s already bit my head off
about the right kind of cheese to go with the appetizers.”
Only Nesta could make cheese and crackers
feel unbearably stuffy. And as much as Feyre really does trust Nesta’s
expert opinion that brie will be best, she’s not going into this dinner
without a hunk of good old fashioned cheddar to see her through.
the mention of Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark. How he could have forgotten
for even one minute that Nesta was within a five miles radius after
she’d let the shopping cart slip against his shins is beyond
Feyre. “Don’t worry,” Cass says walking swiftly past Feyre and patting
her on the shoulder the way he does when ‘the bro’ is winning, as Azriel
likes to call it. “I’ve got this.”
Feyre feels Rhys pull up even with her as she watches her friend strut off to face the horrors waiting for him in Dairy.
“I love Cassian,” Rhys says, and Feyre turns back round to face him, “but I think he has a death wish.”
Feyre tisks and pushes the cart toward the lettuce. “Stop, Nesta isn’t that bad.”
“The fact that you need to specify-”
holds his hands up in surrender and promptly plucks an apple from a
nearby stand, juggling it in a way that’s supposed to seem impressive -
never mind that it’s only one apple.
Romaine… baby greens…
organic… iceberg… Ugh, nobody even likes iceberg. Classic Cesar will
do, Feyre decides. Or possibly… The baby greens stare up at her.
looks back at the watermelon crate Rhys and Cassian had been messing
with and feels her stomach tighten. She and Rhys have been together for
nearly five years now, if you count the three years they dated before
getting hitched. She knows he wouldn’t pressure her. Not ever. But
sometimes he makes an offhand comment and she wonders if Rhys might not
be considering beyond her present wishes.
Feyre clears her throat. “Rhys?”
“Yes dah-ling,” he says. Neither of them turn around from their respective produce. Feyre’s not sure she could if she tried.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
chances a peek over her shoulder and finds Rhys has swapped his
one-apple juggling act for a rather thorough examination of the
differences between Fuji and Granny Smith that has his brows knit
together. “What’s that?” Rhys asks, and Feyre whips her head back to the
“About… not being too prepared.”
misters switch on unexpectedly, dousing the lettuce and Feyre’s
outstretched hand with a fine layer of mist that take her by surprise.
“Oh!” she yelps and jumps back, some combination of shock and nerves
forcing her into motion. Rhys chuckles and slinks over to lean on the
“Don’t worry,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Last I checked, water is actually good for you.”
“Very funny,” Feyre says, the humor not entirely making it past her lips. She feels rather than sees Rhys’s face twitch.
wrong? If this about Nesta again and whether or not you thinks she’s
going to throw a tantrum over your choice of rabbit food, I promise I’ll
“Do you want to have a baby?” Feyre blurts out
before she can help herself. Her stomach does a back flip just asking
the question. They’ve never talked about it before. Not since they were
just starting out dating and trying to decide if this was even a good
fit. She knows they both want kids. Maybe just a kid. But there’s
something terrifying about the idea that Rhys might want one now.
Rhys says, leaning forward and dropping to a whisper, “you know I enjoy
making love to you at all hours of the day, but if you think me shoving
a watermelon up my shirt is gonna piss the employees off, I don’t think
they’ll appreciate us-”
“I’m serious,” Feyre says, cutting Rhys
off. He blinks at her a few times, mouth parted open slightly. But Feyre
wants to know. Is determined to know. “Do you want to have a baby?”
Rhys backs up a step. “Do you want to have a baby?”
asked you first.” A small flash of intrigue in those deep blue eyes
searches her making her feel known and exposed in ways only he’s ever
“Alright,” Rhys says, folding his arms and seeming to
sense that she means business. Feyre draws a deep breath waiting. “You
know I want to have a kid - eventually. If you’re asking, do I want one
right now?” Feyre nods. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, shoot, if it
happens, then great. I’ll welcome it with open arms and shove a
watermelon up my shirt for nine months so you don’t feel so bad.” Feyre
releases a small chuckle at that and Rhys smiles. “Why so curious about
kids all of a sudden?”
Feyre rolls her eyes, more at herself than
him, and tosses a hand up. “I don’t know. I saw you joking around with
Cassian, but then you made that comment and you’ve said stuff in the
past, that I just wondered if maybe you were…” She pauses, catches
Rhys watching her intently with his brow raised in amusement, and lets
out a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”
Feyre into his arms with his own chuckle and it feels like she can
finally stop fretting. “No, you’re not. It’s good that we talk about
these things. I just don’t understand why you’re so concerned with it?
You know we can take our time. And if overgrown melons are all we end up
with, we’ll be well fed.”
Feyre snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you can’t deny it’s a good idea.”
“No, I really can’t-”
“Get that out of your nose!”
Feyre’s and Rhys’s heads snap to the side where Nesta has found the
produce section along with Cassian… who has shoved a small wedge of
brie up his nose much to Nesta’s chagrin.
Feyre grimaces. “At
least it’s shrink wrapped?” Rhys offers, and then laughs when Feyre
smacks her head into his chest with a groan. “Come on,” he says, rubbing
up her arms a few times for confidence. “Let’s go sort them out.”
“Go on. I just have to grab some lettuce first.” Rhys nods, heading off.
looks back down at her options and decides, maybe the baby greens
aren’t so bad after all. A nice watermelon salad could be good for
Summary/Request: James Barnes is the local neighbourhood cop known for saving cats from trees and walking people home at night. It just so happens that he lives in your apartment building, in the apartment across from yours.