#//anyways if you guys will excuse me- *melts into puddle*

[revvywevvy]

ok so like-

if any of my mutuals play dbd,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, do any of y'all wanna add me? 🥺👉👈 im wawa#1e98 (but I tend to use anonymous mode bc its more comfy for me ^^;;)

[kairiscorner]

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ok, but hear me out: miguel likes it when you stare at his back.

you watched him from behind as he worked, his eyes completely glued to the monitors displayed in front of him. you came in here with the intention of reporting back to him on the statuses of the anomalies you and your team had captured, but... something else seemed to capture your attention. you were never one to stare at someone for too long, you knew it was rude and a little creepy, but if hi eyes aren't what you were staring at, nor was he aware you were staring, you were pretty much taking the liberty of simply admiring his broad, muscular shoulders and back.

though he was clad in his spider suit, every bit of his toned muscles and were seen and were honestly accentuated by the suit. you could never face miguel in the eyes for too long, but in the back? oh you'd be here of your own will all week if you could. there was something so enthralling about his back, you wondered what it felt like to run the pads of your fingers and the palms of your hands across his shoulders and just above his... you don't have to say it, your face said all that you desired to touch and feel over him.

you had always admired miguel, seeing him get ruthless in battle, subduing anomalies with his sheer strength–you had aspired to be as strong and fortified as him, but a part of you also aspired to be able to maybe... touch him, just feel all the hard work he put into building himself up like this. miguel had felt your eyes on him for some time now, and he had to ask you, "just what do you find so interesting about my backside?" he asked you in a tone of indifference. you got all flustered when he asked you, with your mind going blank for a proper excuse to give him. you stuttered and stammered your poorly put together excuse of waiting for him to look at you so you could hand in the reports, with miguel placing his hands on his hips and merely looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

he didn't turn around, he just looked at you with a slight head turn, as if he kept letting you stare at his broad back as you rambled, feeling yourself melt into a puddle of embarrassment at having been caught staring at him. "you know it's rude to stare, right?" "i... do." "and yet you do it anyway. the only reason for that would be... you like what you see." he pointed out with a hint of amusement in his tone, though he still kept his voice stern.

miguel finally turned around and faced you, he didn't glare at or stare you down, he looked at you with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. "are you gonna hand in the reports now, or–?" "ah yes, h-here." you said hastily as you rushed over to hand him the reports, and when he took them from your hands, he gripped yours when he brushed over your fingers. he didn't say a word, and you didn't fight back–your lips quivered and your forearms shook as he took the folder of reports away from your hands and wrapped your smaller palms around his neck.

"staring doesn't give you much excitement as actually touching the real thing, now does it?" he asked you in a low whisper, his breath against your neck as he leaned down towards your ear. you nodded hastily as miguel's larger palms were soon laid on your waist. you shuddered at the feeling, but miguel gave a low groan as he put some of his weight on you. "i'll only let you do this once, now enjoy it. i needed a break anyway, now... do what you want, just don't push it." he said in a hushed voice as your palms explored the broadness of his back, the sculpted muscles that were hidden underneath the suit. miguel hummed as your soft hands felt over his back, with the vibrations of his humming bringing more heat to your face.

"you feel... nice." he muttered as you murmured a 'so do you' back at him. finally, you didn't just have to admire anymore–but don't stop, because... "if you tell anyone this, i'm killing you." "what?" "...i like it when you stare at me from behind. i like it when i feel your... eyes on me when i'm working. you don't have to... have to look away." he confessed, embarrassed as ever, but was relieved to finally admit it as he hummed even more at your touch.

[wannabeschyulersister]

you are in love vol 2

one look, dark room

meant just for you

“Don’t look but there is a beautiful man with a wonderful mustache wearing a horrible Hawaiian shirt totally looking at you.”

Your friend’s very weird sentence nearly made you spit out the beer you were currently drinking. “What?”

“I’ll tell you when to look,” Sam said and you wanted to look anyways, “No, not now. He’s still looking over here.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not looking at me.”

“(Y/n), he’s practically drooling.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” You say as you start to turn to see who she was talking about.

Sam quickly grabbed your arm, “No! You can’t look now! It’ll be obvious that I told you.”

“I want to see this mustached man.” You laughed.

She glanced behind you again quickly, “Okay….look now.”

You turned a little and saw who she was referring to.

Damn.

Sam was right. He was absolutely beautiful. He was with two friends, one blonde and the other a shorter, dark haired guy who currently has his attention.

They all looked like GQ models.

Then, as if you shouted his name across the loud bar, he looked back at you. When he noticed that you were looking at him, he smirked a little. Then he winked.

WINKED.

You turned back to Sam and she had this huge grin on her face. After knowing her for 10+ years, you knew that was her “I told you so” face. She was never shy about being smug.

“He didn’t even wink at me and I feel like swooning.”

“Sam, he’s probably just messing around.”

“Oh yeah? Then why is he heading this way?”

You froze, “You’re lying.”

“See for yourself.”

You turned and looked at the Hawaiian shirt guy’s previous spot by the dart board and he was missing. His two friends were there but he was not.

“He probably just went to the bathroom.” You said trying to restrain from looking around the bar for him.

You felt a small tap on your shoulder and you turned a little to see who it was.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt but I had to come over here and say hello.” Even his voice was sexy. You felt like you could melt into a puddle right on the spot.

You thought he was handsome from far away but up close? Wow. He’s breathtaking.

“I’m Sam and this is my very single and very wonderful friend, (Y/n).” Sam said introducing the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the “very single” part of her sentence.

The guy chuckled a little beside you, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/n). I’m Bradley.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The fact that you were able to complete a full sentence surprised the hell out of you.

“I’m going to go to the bar and get another drink.” Sam started to get up from the table but you stopped her.

“Your drink is practically still full.”

She grabbed her glass and downed it in one go. “It’s empty now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your friend’s antics as she walked away.

“She’s quite the character.” Bradley said as he occupied the now empty seat.

“Yeah, that’s why I keep her around.”

“I hope that I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable with me coming over here. I just- I noticed you across the room and I felt like I had to come over here and talk to you.” Bradley explained.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Maybe a tad bit confused.”

Now Bradley was the one that looked confused, “What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were looking at me.”

“Of course I was. I noticed you from the second you stepped foot in this bar. You practically lit up the place.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little, “Is that what you normally say to all of the girls you pick up from this place?”

Bradley chuckled, “No, I tend to keep to myself when I’m here.”

“Now that has to be a lie.”

“Why do you say that?” Bradley asked leaning closer.

“Look at you. You look like a model. That mustache shouldn’t work on anyone on this planet but it does. On you.”

That made him smile, “That’s the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me.”

“You’ve never gotten a compliment on that level before?”

“I’ve never gotten a compliment by someone like you before.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone absolutely breathtaking.”

“Are you telling me you’re sprung on someone that you just met moments ago?” You asked him.

“All it took was one look.”

[star-girl69]

game day hcs 🎀

jesse compher x fem!reader

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a/n: do you guys like my aesthetic bow

yes i know that me and jesse compher anon are the only people who want this but GUYS you just don’t get it. you should get it. GET IT. anyways i do what i want y’all can deal with it

warnings: not proofread, swearing, lots of me yapping, i think that’s it tho

i cant think of an intro we’re just jumping straight in enjoy

she gets a pretty normal amount of nervous on game days, as to be expected, but her only coping strategy is distracting herself

so you probably won’t get a moment alone

if you’re not living together, she absolutely LOVES when you sleep over the night before a game literally for no reason other than she wants to spend an obsessive amount of time with you

the type to constantly joke about handcuffing you to her (she’s kinda serious)

she’s normally a pretty big cuddler but on the nights before game days she turns into something else oml….

like literally on top of you, you can’t breathe, absolutely passed out having the best sleep of her life with her face just like uncomfortably pressed up against you like girl back UP

normally if you spend the night (or if y’all are living together) then when she has to wake up early she doesn’t wake you, although it’s very hard to leave you, she just ends up tucking you back in and going about her day

expect a very cute good morning text tho

on game days? no that goes out the window

she’s up? you’re up too!!

she needs to be distracted at all times and her favorite distraction is…. you guessed it….. YOU!!!!

she is ofc literally attached to you while you get ready, helping you pick out an outfit, will sit in your lap while you do your makeup even if you try to push her off of you bc you literally can’t see the mirror??

and we all know hockey players definitely are not superstitious no ofc not (this is sarcasm if you can’t tell)

she pretends that her kissing ROUTINE w you is not a superstition

“it’s just an excuse to kiss you babe!!!”

girl tell that to the whole specific ass routine you have be fr…..

she has to kiss you on your left cheek, then right, then your forehead and then YOU have to kiss HER on the lips

YOU have to be the on to initiate it or else she simply must start all over

and also it can’t just bc a peck no it has to last for like 3 seconds at LEAST (can’t go past like 5 tho bc she would get distracted…)

during the game she’s pretty locked in we love a focused queen

but if you’re sitting in like the first row she definitely spends a lot of time looking at you during warmups

“compher!!!! stop looking at the stands!!!!”

totally gets teased by her teammates and wants to melt into a puddle </3

also loves knowing that you’re wearing HER jersey with HER name on it and HER number……

“hey do you wanna just skip this game and go sit with y/n since YOU CANT STOP LOOKING AT HER????”

if she scores a goal or an assist she TRIES to point towards you in the stands as a way of like dedicating it to you

which is very sweet

but half the time she doesn’t know where you’re sitting so she just points in a random direction and hopes for the best

if it’s an away game, or you just couldn’t make it to a home game, she points at the camera instead

also gets teased for this, obviously

but this is a hill she’s willing to die on she will POINT

…even if it’s nowhere near you.

no matter if it’s a win or a loss, she LOVES when you take care of her after a game

literally cheesing, sitting on the couch under a blanket, watching a show while you bring her whatever dinner she requested

says thank you in a sing-song voice and ignores the fact you’re jokingly glaring at her

asked you to rub her feet ONCE and you gave her such a dirty look that she never asked again TRUST

will ask you to scratch her back, run your fingers through her hair, and massage her legs though

anyways, if she’s lost a game she’s definitely a little tense

but she just kinda shuts down and doesn’t want to talk about it

if she made a mistake then she knows she’ll just have to work on it during practice

but if she thinks the refs were unfair or something then she’s yelling at the wall or something pacing around while you sit there nodding like

“I MEAN ARE YOU SERIOUS??? THAT WAS A PENALTY. DO YOU HAVE EYES? DO. YOU. HAVE. FUCKING. EYES.”

“yes tell them baby!”

if you don’t know a lot about hockey or even if you do, she likes it when you ask her questions about certain plays during the game or whatever

loves feeling knowledgeable in front of you

and ofc…. literally DIES when you compliment her

“i really liked that thing you did today”

*she’s literally shaking* “yeah? what?”

“i don’t know what it’s called but you hit the puck really hard and then emma got the rebound”

“you mean… a slap shot..?”

“uhh…. i think so? idk, anyways, you played really good today”

“thanks babe”

she acts like she’s so nonchalant but really she’s about to giggle and kick her feet

but anyways back to my original point good lord

after a loss she’s tense yk but again she’s not like overly mad at herself or anything she knows that she’s still learning and even the best players make mistakes

she’s just like whatever i have to work on it

so she doesn’t really need to talk about it she kinda just wants to ignore it or else it will run through her head over and over again

but sometimes the pressure does get to her and she does need to vent like anyone

really after a loss she just wants to be with you

she literally never falls asleep first so most of the time she’s just laying with you while you’re asleep scrolling on her phone until she finally gets tired

and ofc now the narrative is completely flipped she wants YOU to be like fully on top of her LOL

calls you her second blanket

as if you aren’t one too bffr….

anyways after a win

if the team is having some sort of party or smth after the game she’ll usually go to that for a bit, but she’s honestly TIRED and wants to go home and go to BED

and you actually aren’t allowed to go to the team parties bc you came ONCE and then jesse just spent the entire time in the corner w you even though you were trying to tell her to be SOCIAL and go like TALK to her teammates

she just wants to see you and celebrate with you not that she doesn’t love her team she just loves you a little bit more

when she does finally get home to you, she eats and watches some tv to relax but then she’s always extra tired after winning for some reason so she usually just goes to bed and takes you with her

although after a win shes actually lying and she’s not that tired but like… she won!! she just needs a little time in bed with her girlfriend who she loves very much so she can climb on top of you and kiss the absolute living daylights out of you!!!! how sweet!!

and if you’re still wearing her jersey in all of this she’s actually going crazy a bit bc it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen in her life

and then if you don’t live together, after a win or loss she’s calling you as soon as she gets to bed, listening to the sound of your voice while she falls asleep hugging her pillow and thinking of you 💔

[barbieb0y]

summer love, wild and free.

day 2 of scrunkly week baby !!! still kinda late but im trying my best.

for day 2, the theme is summer! gotta love summer. i went with both the prompts sandy shores and crashing waves + road trip of our lives!! the two go so well together, i cant help it

still my self-insert oc, paper cut x joe reverse 1999 ... it's romantic this time bc i am cringe but i am free. also yes this is longer. not sorry

also title inspired by this crj song! a lot of her fluffier songs remind me of my this selfship tbh ... listen to it while reading for a better experience? maybe? anyway

An arm raises to shield the sun. No matter how strong the individual, the sun will always prove to be quite the formidable foe. And for Paper Cut, the blistering heat is more than enough reason to stay indoors.

“Joe, I love you, but asking me to go out in this weather is no different to asking me to willingly jump into a volcano.”

He complains, yet his feet find their way outdoors, towards their agreed meeting spot. He says hi to any familiar faces on the street - either they were his patients or are Joe’s friends (or both even). Paper Cut has lamented the fact that his networking skills could use some work and he wishes he hadn’t; because it was sort of the reason why he’s stuck in this predicament.

Joe proposed to him that the summer is a perfect time to make new friends and that he’ll make some arrangements to help his lover out. Paper Cut, ever the people-pleaser that he was, couldn’t say no to him or his wide smile at the time. Pretty privilege is a curse, he realized.

All that thinking makes the trip to their meeting spot feel short at least.

“Babe! So. Guess what?”

Joe exclaims the moment Paper Cut enters the scene, which is Joe leaning on the hood of some car. Paper Cut squints. If he has to be honest, he is not in the mood for guessing games. But he’ll spare some of his annoyance to answer a simple question… with another question, since Joe definitely couldn’t hide that car in any way.

“Whose car did you steal?”

Joe is quick to defend himself, most likely a habit sprung from his gangster living. Paper Cut doesn’t actually mind his lifestyle (he finds it quite attractive at times even) but it doesn’t prevent Joe from wanting to prove himself a good guy any less. 

He jokes but the heat gets to him so he sounds somewhat stoic. In that moment, he wishes the sun could just melt him down into a puddle of guilt.

“Hey hey hey, I rented it, alright? And for the whole weekend too.”

But more importantly.

“T-The whole weekend?”

He isn’t super shocked that Joe can afford it - he has his sources of income - but rather, the fact that this arrangement of his is gonna span the whole weekend. He’s already preparing to say goodbye to his free time.

As much as he enjoys spending time with Joe, Paper Cut is an introvert first and foremost. Time to himself is as precious, if not more, than gold. But Joe… oh God, he loves him too much to say no to this.

Calm down, Paper Cut. It’s just a weekend out. It’s harmless. On the contrary, more sunlight is good for your health! You’re a “doctor”, you have to set a good example for your patients.

“Fuck yeah! Just the two of us, on a road trip of our lives…”

Did he say just the two of us?

Paper Cut finally perks up for the first time that day. Maybe there is hope for this socially awkward little doctor.

“Well, at first I did want to set us up with some friends of mine from Sunset District but then I thought… we haven’t really gone anywhere far, just the two of us yet.”

Paper Cut can tell Joe is trying his best to not point out that the former thinks that the lesser the company, the better… but he appreciates his effort. Even if Joe is basically enabling his boyfriend to stay in his comfort zone.

Well, this whole trip is supposed to be a comforting thing, right? Paper Cut tries to justify the situation to himself.

“I like how you had to add ‘far’ in your little excuse.”

Paper Cut can’t help but tease his adorable boyfriend. Especially since he often reacts as he does at the moment: small smile and the corner of his eyes crinkled, with a touch of deep brown on his cheeks. He scratches the back of his head bashfully.

“Okay, yeah, we go on bike dates around here all the time but this! Is a whole-ass car!”

He proudly slaps the hood of the car but not without stealing a quick glance at it, in case he accidentally damages it somehow (he did not, thankfully). Paper Cut chuckles when he can’t find it in him to argue with the proclamation. It is, indeed, a whole-ass car. It’s more convenient for a road trip to wherever the hell Joe is planning on taking him.

Seriously, how can he say no to this?

“I just have one question.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m existing without an ID so I have no place to judge you for that.”

If there’s anything Paper Cut loves more than Joe, it’s questions. The latter has always loved his curious nature but this time around, he comes prepared.

“Yes, I know how to drive, no, I don’t have a license.”

Or so Joe thought.

“Fair point.”

Joe pouts to himself. Paper Cut has his unpredictable moments it seems.

Paper Cut adjusts his glasses.

“Why didn’t you just buy a car? Don’t you have the money for it?”

A look of clarity crosses Joe’s features. There’s a reason why Paper Cut is the brains of this two-man operation called a romantic relationship.

“...I didn’t think of that.”

Paper Cut can’t help but reach up to kiss his idiot boyfriend.

“Ocean Beach is such a stupid name for a beach. Like yeah, duh, I sure hope it does.”

For an introvert, Paper Cut quite easily starts the 10th conversation in the last two hours alone. The heat is still getting to him and he can’t bring himself to willingly fall asleep. Not to mention that he can’t stop singing along to the songs on the radio anyway.

“Couldn’t they have named it something pretty like, oh I don’t know, Sunset Beach? Sunset District is right there.”

Paper Cut leans back in his seat and sighs dramatically, cursing the fates that gave naming authority to people as creative as a food stain. Joe only offers a small laugh at this reaction.

“Of course you’d complain about beach names, Mr. Writer.”

He simply says, eyes laser-focused on the road to Paper Cut’s relief. The latter blabbers on, appointing himself as the main contributor of entertainment, radio be damned.

“But you agree, right?”

Asking Joe questions which answers he doesn’t even care for proves time and time again to be an effective way of providing such entertainment.

“Yeah. They should’ve named it after me. Joe Beach.”

Paper Cut pretends to gag.

“Full offense but that’s worse.”

The car is filled with boisterous laughter once more that day and the couple have a feeling that it would be far from the last time it would ensue again.

“Okay, I’ll take back half of what I said. This place is beautiful.”

Water laps at Paper Cut’s ankles. It calms his earlier nerves, from the rush to check in to the hotel Joe somehow booked in advance (Joe’s attempts at romance are one thing that Paper Cuts are not too curious about; he’d rather wallow in their mysterious nature). The view subdues his disappointment of not being able to catch the sunset. The stars carry a mystical aura of their own. Paper Cut knew this in theory, as he is a writer, but the real deal will always be indescribable, nor can it be replicated by visual artists.

“Only half?”

Joe bursts Paper Cut’s bubble of thought but he does not take offense. Paper Cut scoffs as his lover finally stands beside him.

“The place is pretty but that doesn’t make the name itself pretty too.”

Joe lets loose a laugh that’s free of any worries. A truly unbridled expression of joy, and Paper Cut finds himself completely enamored. A fond gaze turns towards Joe. Paper Cut feels his heart fill up with so much love. He feels as if he could burst, not unlike the stars above when they eventually transform into supernovas.

“You’re prettier.”

Paper Cut has to admit, he has no urge to roll his eyes at such a corny line. He doesn’t fight the blood rushing to his cheeks either.

“Shut it, will you?”

Paper Cut’s argument grows weak with the loving look that Joe gives him. No amused giggles, no profound sarcasm, only affection. In a way, Paper Cut’s wish is granted. All is silent and still, save for the tiny waves caressing their feet.

Even as they walk back to their car for the weekend, they say nothing. There simply is nothing to be said. When you’re under a blanket of stars, they do the talking for you. But gifts? Gifts are self-made efforts still.

And Joe knows what kind of gift to end the Saturday night with.

[smilingangel582]

I never written for these cuties... I fact I love all the couples in sekaiichi hatsukoi! But I wish Rit-chan wasn't being too difficult with Takano. I'm so in love with that guy! And man, Hatori is hot! So good with cutie Chiaki! Ahhh, anyway, I'm gonna write one for little Kisa and sweet Yukina! They r my weakness for some reason neehee.

Cute as a button

Yukina Kou began to flip the pages of the manga Kisa Shouta edited. He was fascinated by it and read it like it was the last time he got to read a manga again. Kisa was back from a shower since work had gotten in his way.

He began to give a weary look to Yukina, who was reading them with a bright smile on his face.

"Yukina... didn't you read that already?"

"Hmm?" Yukina hummed, not giving a proper answer as he kept reading it and sitting crossed leg by the book shelf.

Kisa sighed now, but seeing how Yukina was reading it, he looked like an absolute child. This was noticed by Yukina as his sharp eyes turned to Kisa, alluringly "Kisa-san, you're staring..."

He blushed midly before looking away "N-not really I just got off a hot bath" he was attempting to flee to the kitchen, excusing himself so he could make dinner.

"Anyway, what should I make -ack!"

Arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him back down to the ground with Yukina now flipping their positions who was on top of Kisa.

Kisa was exploding with many shocking thoughts "Ahh... Y-Yukina? What's going on?"

"Ne, Kisa-san, your so cute"

He was blushing even more wildly now. "Uh-where did that c-come from?"

He grinned yukina watched him melt into a blushing puddle as he covered his face. How could he call him cute when he's thirty? Fuck... he can't let Yukina see more of this embarrassing sides.

"Well... um, I'm thirty you know..."

"And...?" Slowly, his position was clearly to pin kisa down by grabbing his wrists and pulling a leg over his waist to straddle him. Kisa looked away with a red face as Yukina leaned forward his nose touch his cheek.

"I'm not cute... OK?"

"Cute... admit it..." Yukina whispered to his ear.

"N-no..."

"Are you suuure~?"

Stubborning lifted his face so their noses met, and he shook his head. "Make me..." Then tried to add, though timidity was clear in his tone."Kid..."

Gawking at this boldness, Yukina smirked, "Hm, I don't know Kisa-san... you shouldn't have agreed to something you can't keep up with"

"What do you meHEHAAN!" A surprised squeal left his lips when Yukina pinched his waist now releasing his right wrist during the procedure.

"Um... w-wait... Y-yuhuhukina?" He giggled as the little squeeze suddenly crawled up under his shirt teasingly. Kisa was crumbling instantly with giggles.

"Gah! Ahahaha, hohohold ohohon! Yuuhuhuhukiii!" He was high pitch in tone now, a kid by heard as he stumbled with giggles.

"My, my... you can yourself thirty but aren't giggling like a five year old?"

"Gahahaa, who's gihihihigling??"

Humming playfully, he poked his ribs, now releasing both arms just to get his finger his shirt, grabbing any sensitive skin he can reach.

"Nohoho, cuhuhut it out! Ahahaha, " he curled to the side as he embraced his sides. He can't believe a guy younger than him was tickling the shit out of him. He was an old man! This is a college kid! What is wrong with this world?!

Cooing, Yukina had a strong hold as he teased him. "Who's a little cutie... aren't you cute as a button?"

Blushing more, Kisa shook his head, pushing his hands off to curl onto a giggly ball. He watched Yukina grab his wrists again and then use his lips to shower tickly kisses on his neck.

Yukina didn't expect such adorable snuffs of giggles that escape from.Kisa as be curled and squirmed with a whiny titter "Nahahaha ehehenough!" His voice got cute.

Yukina blushed in excitement. "So... cute! I bet that no shojo manga can make a person this endearing"

"Ahahaha enough AHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!" He shrieked now, jolting to the side immediately. His armpits were attacked and Yukina was having the time of his life "Wow... your cuteness is illegal right now..."

"NAHAHAHA!"

"If you want me to stop tickling there, then you gotta saaaay~?" He taunted as he gave a frivolous wiggle deeper into the hot spot. Kisa's squeal and giggles shifted to cackles as he banged his heels on the ground, now trying to escape the death of laughter.

"AhAHAHA FIHIHINE! I AHAHAHAM CUTE! STOHOHOP THAT ALREADY!"

upon the magic word, Yukina stopped, smiling gently when Kisa curled close to him, like a child, with little chuckles and giggles left over. Yukina kissed his head and said, "Aren't you glad that you're cute as a button?"

Kisa blushed as he looked away. "W-Well... I can be your cute button, but..."

Yukina gasped in happiness, embracing him even more before he could continue any further "Really??? Can you be my button?

He felt more kisses shower him, and it made Kisa giggle and kick his legs briefly. "Yehees.. yes... but ohonlihiy for yohou."

"I love you, my cute button, Shouta!" He poked his nose, and Kisa flushed with shyness.

"U-Um... me too, Kou, I love you too"

[strawbrygashez]

Tyler Durden x Postal 2 Dude

Donuts (Part 1)

Yes I know this is super cringe & random. I’m sorry. I love crossing over different fandoms I’m into soooo yeah. This takes place during the time Tyler leaves the narrator and uhmmm I dunno, just be nice to me please 😭 Sorry for any mistakes and whatnot.

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Time goes by fast when you’re having fun. Well, as much fun as you can have in the small chaotic town known as Paradise, Arizona. The plan had been to keep moving around from town to town, state to state but a certain chance incident happened that put that plan on halt for the time being.

And as Tyler laid there finishing what was left of his ‘post coital’ cigarette, on a mattress that desperately needed to be replaced, he felt the one who put a pause on his plans, move from under the sheets as they laid on top of him. Glancing down, he couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips when he was met with the scowling ginger who was peaking only their head out and squinting their stupidly bright green eyes.

“Ya finally done hiding in your cocoon there sweetheart?” He teased as he plucked the cig out from between his lips before blowing a small puff of smoke right into the other mans face. It barely affected him besides the groan he let out as he lazy fanned the smoke away. “Dickhead.” Was all he muttered before resting his chin back down on Tylers bare chest.

Tylers boy-ish smirk melted into more of a genuine smile as he stared into the others eyes. It really was genuinely insane how vivid of a green shade the mans eyes were to Tyler. Out of all the men and women he has messed around with, none had such captivating eyes and not even in a romantic sense. This guys eyes just had this interesting quality to them where they looked just like gas station puddles when the light hits them a certain way… At least that’s what they reminded Tyler of anyways.

Once he focused fully back on the man and the way he was still squinting, Tyler chuckled before only just seemingly now remember something important to the other. “Oh yeah..You poor baby.” He mockingly coo’ed again as he carefully reached over to grab the discarded pair of sunglasses on the poor excuse of a side table. “Poor Dude can’t go without ‘em for five seconds.”

Dude grumbled something or another under his breath before snatching them out of Tylers hand and sliding them back on. “Yeah, yeah. And you can’t wait even a second for me to get up to turn the lights off before we fuck.”

“Well that’s on you for not turning the damn lights off before we fell asleep.” Tyler pointed out as he put what was left of his cigarette out on the side table. “If you got bad eyes when there’s light then why-”

He was cut off when Dude placed his hand over his mouth. “Shut it. I was tired and you were too.” He lazily muttered.

Under his hand, he felt Tyler grin again before the blondes mouth opened and bit down on his pointer finger, a bit too hard to be considered ‘playful’.

Dude let out a loud “OW!” before quickly pulling his hand away and rubbing his finger off onto the bed sheet to he the spit off. “Motherfucker…”

Dude had to have been one of the most worth while people he’d been around in quite a while. Not only was he witty, oddly charming, and pleasantly ‘weird’, he also could just tell Dude was at ‘rock bottom’ and perhaps been so for a while. Dude was the perfect personification of all Tyler had ever preached about from self destruction to not letting your things own you. Hell, he was doing even better than him in that regard. Instead of living in a house, Dude owned a little run down shitty trailer home and all he really had outside of that was some dog that was out running around named ‘Champ’.

Another thing about Dude he found interesting was the whole ‘Postal Dude’ name. Tyler was pretty sure even the worst parents in the world wouldn’t have picked a name like that out for their kid. So he’d come to the conclusion that Dude also decided not to let a name ‘own him’.

The more he thought about Dude, the more he thought about how if something were to happen to himself, he’d have no problem at all passing ownership of ‘Fight Club’ along to Dude. Dude would have to fight….a certain someone for that position but he didn’t want to think of that ‘certain someone’ right now. Maybe, hypothetically, it would be easier to let him in on Project Mayhem. Honestly he wouldn’t have been surprised if Dude had already been in on Project Mayhem. The first thing he’d seen Dude do was something basically torn straight out of a page of Tylers book. And what did he do specifically? What happened at their chance meeting?

Well, while Tyler had been trying to get a hold of someone on one of the phones right outside some gas station, he watched as this weirdo, fully grown mallgoth dressed man walk out of the gas station with a box full of donuts, walk around back (passing Tyler), poorly hide himself behind a bush, unzip his pants, and piss onto said donuts. This all of course before he zipped his pants back up and tossed one of them at a nearby cop.

Once the cop stopped, the pisser quickly turned around before they could tell he’d thrown it and to Tyler’s surprise.. The cop then proceeded to pick up the ground donut, eat it, and then violently vomit.

Of course Tyler had to introduce himself to this odd specimen and since then, he’d somewhat glued himself to Dudes hip and helped him with whatever daily tasks Dude had planned and what turned from just being what was supposed to be a three day stop, turned into about three weeks. Three weeks he’d spent staying with Dude in his little trailer home. What was even more surprising than that though was the fact they’d only had sex one other time before today.. and Tyler was usually the of guy to participate in ‘marathon sex’. The only reason why he assumed it ended up playing out like this this time was because Dude was just one of those people who had more to offer than a quick fuck to Tyler. He had his own unique opinions about life, morals, and just wasn’t someone you’d meet to often. Nothing usually captivated Tyler more when it comes to people like him.

~

As he was currently thinking of the fact they’ve only gotten down and dirty one other time, he realized something. “Yknow, I hardly ever fuck gingers. Especially ginger guys.” Tyler spoke as he slid his fingers into the others hair.

He couldn’t tell for sure but it looked like Dude closed his eyes at the contact. “Hmm… Am I supposed to feel honored by that fact?” Dude asked with a hint of sarcasm. It was kinda hard to tell sometimes, he spoke mostly in a monotone voice. Tyler answered anyways, “Yknow it baby”, followed by a slight tug of his hair, to which Dude whined. Not in a particularly pleased tone, one more out of annoyance. “Agh. Stop that.”

“I thought you liked-”

“Being manhandled. Yes. Just not right after you just fucked me to near death.”

Tyler rolled his eyes but rubbed the spot he’d tugged his hair from. “Lame. Must take you a while to get it back up, huh?”

Dude ignored what he just asked for now and opted just to now lay the side of his head against him. Seeing that Dude wasn’t as defensive as other people Tyler knew, he just chuckled again as he continued to play with his hair.

Tyler hadn’t been much of the type to cuddle but for some reason, he didn’t mind that much since it was Dude. Maybe it was because he could tell Dude was a loner. Tyler always found himself enjoying messing with the loner types anyways. That or despite the fact that he loved that Dude got into trouble and mischief almost every day, he knew deep down that a break every once in a while was good and to be honest..Dude wasn’t too bad on the eyes. He somehow looked really pathetic but also rugged and dangerous at the same time. It excited him.

~

It had been quiet for a while as Tyler pondered different things involving Dude until the ginger finally broke the silence. It almost made Tyler jump since he was sure he’d fell asleep.

“How much longer are you staying?”

“Huh?”

Dude let out a yawn before moving around a bit to look up at him while still on top. “How much longer are you sticking around for?”

Tyler was silent a moment before raising a brow while grinning. “Why? Want me out of your hair already?”

“No I was just wondering since I’m uh- running low on food ‘n shit. Plus I thought you said you were traveling around. I don’t know why anyone would wanna stay more than a day in this shit hole. Unless you’ve been going out and doing stuff or-”

“Have you seen me go out without you since we met dumbass?”

Dude frowned slightly at the name calling. “Well- no but I doubt you’re sticking around for me so..”

All Tyler could do in response was roll his eyes and push Dude off of him so he could sit up and stretch finally. Dude didn’t seem that offended though as he just ran a hand over his face, still groggy.

“-sounded like such a girl….” Tyler mumbled as he popped his back.

Dude frowned again, glaring at him. “What was that?” He asked. “Nothing hun.” Tyler replied shaking his head with a smile before he turned his head to look over at the alarm clock. “It’s still pretty early. Wanna go grab breakfast somewhere?” He asked the man laying next to him who still looked one minute away from falling asleep. “Mmmmgh..fineee. Just give me a couple more minutes to get up.”

[spookyserenades]

hi second part 👋🏼

hobi- just remembered this, when y/n, Ben, Alice, and Laura text about how hot the hybrids are I thin mainly hobi omg they cracked me up sm. The im married not blind part was so funny 😂

jimin- i don’t remember much from the chapter in September I don’t think we saw much of him but in this recent chapter OMG he was such a sweet pea!!! Y/n really went all out getting his HORSE shipped here. And jimin saying happy b day to join was so sweet cause every one’s warming up to joon after the fight a bit and I think everyone is warming up in general. Anyways y/nie goes above and beyond for her boys and ahhhh so sweet. He was so happy too you could tell he wanted to cry gosh. I love when jimin can’t handle his alcohol well I can just imagine his red cheeks eeek I hope we get to travel and see his family too. He’s defiantly been working hard on the barn, and when she mention he was shirtless at some point 🥵 I cant- im sorry I’m on my period that my horrible excuse anyways -

taehyung- him wanting to take photography and him taking pics of HER STOP ✋ no author u need to stop it’s too much like omg and when they held each other afterward I melted like I TURNED into a puddle of the floor and I’m only able to write this now bc it’s so cold here that I froze and turned back into my human form. She’s possessive and irl tae is too cause like do u remember the perila leaf débat he would get so jelly if his gf peeled off a leaf for a guy friend. The dinner scene where the waiter was making eyes an y/n and tae held her waist and GLARED that’s some dominance right there. I forgot about including the piano scenes in yoongi so I’ll add them here. the pic tae took of their feet sounded so cute and I’m glad yoongi and tae are getting more comfy w each other (cause I think yoongi chose to sit next to him asp) also cause when y/n was thinking abt how she didn’t want him to be alone 🥺😩 yes tae we want you to interact w the others~ Tae LOVES her touches too he reacts easily in just a snap 🫰

jungkook- ahh yes our angst boi- his birthday party scene was so cute he was so flustered and malfunctioned Sksks it was nice to see a raw and genuine part of him that was truly thankful for her that day I hope we get to see more of that. Jk annoying y/n during hobi’s run by giving her a cig omg I cant- this man’s needs to stop he just loves to tease. Such a sassy and snarky boy I’m totally here fir it all the way. And him picking a scary movie bc he knows hobi Jin and jimin will hate it lol. Him already agreeing to held joon and y/n w the wards before she even asked- really can’t hind anything in this house lol. I forgot to talk about this, but joon being upset w y/n and she didn’t call for him when she head the spirit threaten her 😩 he tries to pretend he doesn’t care but he DOES FR and Jk look at him like dam. Okay but that cliffhanger for the last chapter ofc u just stuff us full of fluff just to rip it out of us and I LOVE IT. I wonder what Jk and hobi/joon (I think joon was involved) fought about to make jk storm out like that although it wouldn’t be the first time. And on Halloween, come on yall! Smh 🤦‍♀️ ahh but he’s one of her boys so she’ll rein him in anyways.

Im guess there’s too much testosterone in that house hold or maybe they’re energy’s bc most of them are exotic predators and dominance is a big thing. I don’t remember exactly. Anyways I spoke about everything I could remember so far sorry for typos, ty sm for feeding us every month with such a hearty meal! Luv u 💋

Hehe hey again!!! fkdasfk I'm glad you liked my "married not blind" joke LMAO it's sooo true, especially when it comes to Hoseok. 👹

Jimin - Y/N getting him his horse... my bestie who usually beta reads for me was like Dana no way lmao. I wanna have disposable income like Y/N, and spoil all the boys silly too!! I guess we can live vicariously though Y/N LOL. 💀💀💀 But Jimin so deserved to be reunited with Vista, and he was so happy to have a piece of his former home with him now. Jimin is such a sweet, polite guy, so him wishing Joonie a happy birthday proves he really just want to keep the peace. Tipsy Jimin is just the cutest stinking thing ever, I can picture his face so clearly in my mind! Knowing Y/N, she'll definitely make good on her mental promise to bring Jimin to see his family (I'm sure she wants to meet them too!) Also YES you're right, he was totally shirtless when he was patching up the roof of the stable... I would have passed out if I saw that, Y/N is a strong woman!

Tae - UGH Another one that is totally whipped for Y/N, taking pictures of her, including a couple at his first expo... even though only four were displayed at that expo, you can imagine he's probably taken dozens more of her, which makes me blush and kick my feet. He's definitely one of the more cuddly ones, too, so when he hugged her at the expo that moment was so sweet and intimate... physical touch must be one of his love languages. I love my men a little possessive, and I DO remember the whole perilla leaf debate (wild) and Tae being like that both irl AND in Trouvaille is just so... you know? He was definitely staking claim over Y/N in that brewery, he did not like that random man staring at his girl like that. OOF! 🥵 I'm glad you brought up Tae and Yoongi beginning to come around to one another. They have that connection of both being into music, and I think they have similar possessive feelings over Y/N. Maybe Yoongi will be the one who gets close to Tae first, we'll see!!

Jeongguk - fhdjasf our little edgelord! Ah his birthday was so self indulgent, fluffy, and a chance to see his softer side under all that iciness he usually displays. I think the longer time wears on, he'll let go of more of that frostiness and become more comfortable showing Y/N his tender side. fjdksa I forgot about the scene where he offered her a cigarette at Hoseok's meet-- such a twerp!! I love love love scary movies, and I feel like him maybe Yoongi are the only two that would actually wanna watch a horror film with me IRL, or Y/N in Trouvaille. Hoseok is a bit of a scaredy cat, and the rest of them put that off a little bit as well LOL. And for sure, there really isn't anything that can be hidden in that house anymore, there are ears literally everywhere.... bad news for someone who likes to talk shit, like me. But that's an example of Jeongguk being uncharacteristically sweet, agreeing to help Y/N even if he doesn't have to. Joon was so pissed when she didn't call out for him when she was threatened, but Y/N handled everything just fine, IMO, he was being a dramatic wolf.

You know I love a good cliffhanger!!! I can't not have one almost every time. Hopefully, this time, the conflict can be resolved quickly, and it isn't as bad as The Incident between Joon and Tae. We shall see-- or you may have already seen, in this newest update!! I'm dying.... there is indeed too much testosterone in that house, but I suppose that it is just something they're all going to need some adjusting to. BUT!! Thank you again so so much for sending in these messages and gushing over the boys with me. I always look forward to hearing what you think. Loves you babe!! 💜💞💜💞

[mrs-weasley-reid]

FIRST RESPONDERS

Aaron Hotchner x surgeon!reader

Sypnosis: Exhausted from a case, Aaron mistakes you for someone else. And before you can clear the air, a robbery activates your respective public responsibilities as first responders at a crime scene. Warning: meet cute. fluff(?) silly goofy hotch and reader for like three seconds. curse(s). descriptions of shooting and blood. not proofread :/ A/N: OMG !!! We reached 1k followers!! I just noticed when I was about to post this lol. Anywayssss. I wrote this while jumping between Criminal Minds and Good Doctor, soooooo👀 I'm my biggest critic this doesn't look good to me, but I would love to hear your thoughts!

"Sorry, I'm late."

Your gaze lifts from the laminated menu. A man with tensed brows and straight lips sits across you.

He intertwines his fingers, and his eyes scan all over you like he's judging a book by its cover. "Aaron Hotchner," He introduces briefly, speaking fast as if each second with you is an inconvenience.

Authority radiates out of him. His look towards you alone can be considered a type of interrogation tactic, as if you'd committed a crime just by sitting across from him. Whatever that may be, you couldn't care less.

It doesn't stop you from taking notice of the way he's dressed, though.

A charcoal gray suit.

Your brows raise from enthusiastic mirth. It's not any simple gray suit. It's tailored—cut and sewn just for him. The jacket hugs his arms and torso perfectly. Enough to profoundly tell someone that he's got something to show under the clothing and yet not too flashy or arrogant.

He has good taste. Professional and beguiling. You consider yourself impressed but can't hide the lather of confusion.

Self-consciousness courses through your veins as you glance at your own clothing. Acknowledging his fixed stare makes you melt into a puddle of embarrassment. Blushing and partly wide-eyed.

Navy blue oversized hoodie and black workout leggings adorn you. Your hair's quite a mess, too, and a thin layer of sweat slowly dries off your forehead. You came from an evening run and stopped by to get dinner out of the way. One might question your routine, but who cares anyway?

Still, the most important question lingers.

Who is this handsome guy?

Aaron Hotchner.

His name rings in your head like it's a fact you should have known since birth. Then, the second question brightens in your mind.

Why is this Aaron Hotchner talking to you?

Guess you're about to find out.

"David set us up. I'm not sure how much he's told you about me, but..." You blink as your mind wanders, perplexed. His voice becomes faint while you dive into deep thought.

Curse David, whoever he is, as you drag heaven and hell to draw upon him the nastiest case of diarrhea you ever wish your worst enemy to experience. You assume this David is the culprit in ruining your evening with Aaron's stoic expression, attractive fancy suit, and broad shoulders. When all you want is a peaceful evening to diffuse from the physical and mental exhaustion, you've been through the week.

Your brows jump in place ever so subtly as you decide to skim through Aaron's face. You wonder if it's even right to call the strange man by his first name.

He looks just as how you felt—enervated and fatigued. It must be the reason why he's speaking in vague tangents and rapid breaths like he's dying to slam his body on a bed.

"I apologize for the trouble." He says, snapping you out of your trance. "You seem nice, but I'm not looking into dating for now." Liar. Your face crumples as his words sweep in and out of your ears. You have no business in the fact that he's bailing on his date—you conclude between his awkward gaze and unfiltered lie—but you harbor a pinch of resentment towards him.

Whoever the woman he is supposed to meet, part of you is glad she doesn't have to deal with a lousy excuse from the guy who can't even get his date right.

He starts tugging the edges of his suit jacket, preparing to leave you out in the cold as if you actually cared about the little imaginary date he's on. "I do hope you have a great evening—" But Aaron's cut off by a loud bang in the air.

It's a reflex to duck at the sound of a gunshot, so you're surprised to see him, Aaron, remain calm, with little to no flinching. And you suppose he's surprised to see you unfazed, too, since you're both just staring at each other instead of hunching compared to all the other patrons shivering in fear.

A man in Balaclava comes into view as he points a gun at an innocent server. “Everybody down! Move, or I’ll fucking shoot!” He shouts in the small establishment.

Gasps echo in each corner as he starts to demand belongings prompted by his gun.

“Do whatever he says.”

Your gaze falls back on the man in front of you. His calm and even breaths piqued your interest, masked by a short nod.

“Whatever happens, don't fight back,” Aaron adds under his breath as soon as Balaclava reaches the table before you.

Balaclava drags the teary waitress towards your table, hooking an arm around her neck like she's his lifeline. He takes one look at the two of you and scoffs, “Must be an awful date you're having, man. Just think of me saving yourself from a sorry-ass date.”

Aaron keeps his eyes on you. And while his face says nothing but blandness, you don't miss the way his irises spark with rage at Balaclava’s rude words. You shove his hypocrisy aside and focus on the problem at hand in the form of a handheld gun.

You place your wallet on the table, the only thing you have.

“Dang, seriously? Not even your phone?” Balaclava laughs at the difference between you and Aaron’s offerings. “Make sure you get a good fuck out of this bitch—”

“That's enough,” Aaron glares at Balaclava, hands clenching.

Balaclava scoffs and, without warning, smacks Aaron with the butt of his gun.

Your body jolts at the whiff of air against your cheek—eyes wide. You're about more confused than you were when Aaron made the executive decision that you're on a date.

Aaron recoils back from the blow. The skin at the end of his brow is torn open, bleeding.

You must have been such a delight to insult that Balaclava completely forgets his main goal of the evening. Thanks to you, the waitress seems to gather herself and breaks free.

Everything happens so fast that your mind does you a favor by slowing things down for your benefit.

As the waitress flees, Balaclava points his gun in her direction.

Not two seconds later, you and Aaron simultaneously jump out of your seats—he to stop Balaclava and you to block the shot.

But another gun fires from a distance, forcing Balaclava to drop to the floor. And just like before, you and Aaron’s eyes meet with understanding.

He finally fished the gun from a holster on his ankle, pointing it at the patron, who held a rusty revolver. “Drop your weapon!”

“That guy was robbing us! I had to!” An old lady shouts but almost immediately shakes the metal out of her hands.

You're busy yourself, kneeling next to Balaclava as the cloth over his torso begins to stain red. You push against the wound, dirtying your own hands.

“Agh! That fucking hurts, bitch!” Balaclava shouts at you, coughing up blood all over his mouth.

“I don't plan on being charged with negligence, so suck it up.” You hiss, getting a better stance on the floor as you place your weight in your arms. The blood oozes between the cracks of your fingers, and you mentally curse in your head.

Soon, the adrenaline kicks in as every single page you'd read in medical school flashes through your eyes. Early days and night shifts collide in one heavy push.

Aaron drops across from you, “Is he in critical condition?”

“With these hands?” You gaze at him behind your lashes, breathing evenly. “He’s more likely to die in jail.”

He nods at your words and your mocking grin. Aaron grabs Balaclava’s closest arm, attaching a handcuff around his wrist.

“You just have that with you?” You ask, puzzled and fighting the strong urge to chuckle as you press your weight further.

Balaclava seethes in pain, “Fuck! You’re too fucking heavy—"

“Shut up!” You and Aaron lash simultaneously.

Aaron looks back at you, "And yes. It's kind of my job…" He shrugs nonchalantly, glowering at Balaclava as he starts to recite the Miranda rights.

You playfully roll your eyes, "Oh, really? I didn't notice." The two of you share impish grins.

"I-I called the ambulance..." A patron interjects, stuttering in fear more of you and Aaron than the man who had a gun on her face just minutes ago.

You exhale, straightening your back as you thank her dearly.

In the blink of an eye, you're back at the hospital no less than 24 hours, scrubbing your hands and arms clean to go into surgery.

It takes you roughly an hour and a half to fish the bullet out and stop the bleeding. You swear the floor is made of puddles as you shuffle out of the operating room.

Two officers approach you, asking you about Balaclava’s recovery, but a man in a now messy suit steals your attention.

Aaron sits in the waiting room with maroon streaks down the side of his face. His eyes are droopy, exhausted. His jacket is off now, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and tie loose. His hair isn't as great as it was when he sat across from you.

You quickly excuse yourself, moving past the two officers. It's unknown, but something draws you to Aaron’s dozing figure. Your steps are light so as not to startle him, taking off your scrub cap the closer you get.

“You should get that cut checked out.”

He looks up at the sound of your voice, reflexively rising to stand, but before his body can tower over you, you have already placed a hand over his shoulder to push him down. Aaron’s bottom attaches with the seat, silently impressed at your strength.

You tut, “Good god, you're stubborn.” You sigh, lifting his chin with your fingers to examine the laceration next to his brow. “The cut isn't deep. You’ll be fine with a small gauze—” you look right into his eyes, “—you feeling dizzy, nauseous, lightheaded?”

“No, I—” Aaron blinks, standing up. “I’m fine, thanks.” You pull away as a clearing cough rumbles out of his throat.

A sigh passes your lips, "You know, for someone who told me not to fight back, you did great at pissing off that guy." His defensive reaction to the culprit's comments about you lingered in the back of your mind.

After a moment, he meets your eyes again, swallowing what you educationally guess as a lump of air. “You forgot your wallet.” He hands you the object, successfully changing the subject.

“You could've left it at the front desk. It must've been a huge trouble for you to wait that long.” You say, taking your wallet off his palm.

Aaron’s brows furrow, “Why would it be?”

The wave of mischief runs to your veins and to the muscles that bring your lips into a grin. “Does blowing your date off ring a bell to you? Gosh, that woman is so lucky she didn't have to put up with your lame excuse.” Sarcasm reeks of your tone. You even back away a few inches, emphasizing the effect of his actions prior to the chaos.

The busy floor works like white noise, and Aaron’s silence is deafening. You can see the way his mind wanders, arguing with himself. Blushing ears and embarrassed face unknown to men.

Aaron takes a minute before he speaks, “You were not my date.” He states in realization.

“No, I was not.”

“I was a bit of a jerk…”

“Yes, you were.”

“I apologize, doctor—” Aaron glances at the embroidered lettering on your left chest, saying your name with slow enunciation that makes him cringe.

You stifle a chuckle, dipping your hands inside your scrub’s pockets, “As you should be.”

Aaron gulps, “Is coffee enough compensation for the trouble?” He fidgets with the phone in his hand, passing it across calluses while he finds interest on his feet.

Brow peaks at the corner of your head, “Are you asking me out?” You cross your arms against your chest as you look up at him with a mocking smirk. “I thought you weren't looking into dating. What changed?”

“What’s that?” He blinks again, straightening his spine as he rolls his shoulders back.

“Oh, my god!” You scoff, appalled by the realization. “You blew me off because of my clothes!” Disbelief and laughter radiate out of you.

Aaron’s ears turn pink under the bright fluorescent lights, “I wasn't— You're making an assumption.” He avoids making eye contact, fighting to keep his stoic expression.

You mockingly nod, “Sure, let's say I am. But am I wrong?” You challenge him.

“... Can you blame me? Who goes on a date in a hoodie?”

“Uh, who gets their date wrong? I mean, why would you even think I was your date?”

“David said she's beautiful and confident, and you're the first one I saw.”

A pause.

You bite the tissue on your lower lip hard enough to hold the twitching smile from breaking free.

Aaron stares into your eyes like you're a fine print, and he's reading a book.

It's dizzying. The giddiness you felt. How his words do not mean what your mind insists on interpreting. How badly your hands want to tug his messy tie.

You inhale deeply, "Well—" you clear your throat, "—I'm sorry I wasn't dressed for our impromptu date." Your wallet flips open with one flick. You smoothly hand him a small card. "I'll take note of that and wear something better on our next. Goodnight." You bid, scurrying away without another word.

But before you can turn the corner, you stop at the buzzing on your thigh.

You fish your phone out of your pocket, pressing the answer on the call. You introduce yourself professionally as soon as the speaker connects to your ear.

A deep voice knocks on your eardrum, “Are you free tomorrow?”

You look back in Aaron’s direction. A shy smile glistens over his face. You roll your eyes, but a laugh manages to tickle out of you.

“Couldn't wait in the morning?” You playfully ask, fully facing your body towards him now.

“I was wondering if you'd like to go for a run. Might be an alignment with your fashion sense.” He teases.

You scoff, “Oh, sweetie, let's make sure you won't get your date wrong first. One at a time, okay?” You retort back.

He shakes his head from afar, “Is that a yes?”

"Yes." You hang up, spinning on the balls of your feet as you turn the corner with a wide grin tattooed on your face.

[xreaderbooks]

Paradise On Earth (7)

Chapter: 7. Dead Calm

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Warnings: Language and Violence

Summary: This is an X Reader insert rewrite of the series Outerbanks, following the plots and events of the series, with certain twists to fit the reader into the story and to make things interesting.

A/N: Y'all are either gonna hate me or love me for this chapter... I guess we'll see. Thank you all for the comments it means a lot to hear from you guys, please Comment or message me to be tagged :)

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Chapter 6 - Series Masterlist - Masterlist - Chapter 8

The day after your grand adventure where you almost got murdered, everything hit you. More like your body, it felt like you were sore from working out, and in some ways you did. All the climbing, jumping, running for your life finally caught up to you. You wondered if the other felt the same. You got your answer soon enough when Sarah busted through your bedroom door with a cheery smile. "Good Morning, sleeping beauty!"

You groaned at her energy, you thought of throwing a pillow her way to ward her off but didn't think you had the strength to.

"It's not a good morning, it's a very bad morning," You shifted to the other side so your back was facing her.

"Is it really? Did you forget about the very expensive bar we almost died for yesterday?" She sat on the other side of the bed with a bounce. "John B and Pope made a plan to get the rest of the gold, unfortunately, my dad wants to hold John B hostage for the day we originally had planned--"

"See, already a bad start to the day," You used that as a lame excuse to stay in bed all day.

Sarah pulled the bedsheets off you, "Get up, buttercup we have things to do."

"What happened to nice, Sarah?"

"Oh she's there, you just need to work with her so we can live happily ever after with a shit ton of money."

You sigh, "Fine I'll get up."

The moment you were changed you were being rushed into the twinkie and off to meet with the rest of the pogues. You were at the chateau for a short while as Kie melted the three gold bars in an old pot with a torch. Your next stop was the pawnshop.

"Hell, of a job on the melting Dr. Frankstein," JJ judged Kie on the gold bar that now looked like a puddle with the wheat symbol still engraved on top.

"Like you could have done any better," She retorted.

"Yeah, I could have I took a welding class-" He started, John B calmed them down before they could get any louder.

"How did I get this job anyway," JJ complained about being the one that had to pawn off the gold.

"'Cause you're the best liar," You snorted.

"That's hurtful, Princess."

"Only because you know it's true."

JJ opened the door to the pawnshop, the bell on top chimed announcing your entrance. You and Kie strolled casually around the small store.

"Think this will work?" You whisper to Kie while pretending to admire the artifacts displayed around.

"Guess we're about to find out," She shrugs. You follow her line of sight to the lady at the cashier pouring some liquid on top of the gold, you assumed something was supposed to happen to prove it was fake or something. The lady inquired where JJ had found this, he fed her some lie and played his part well, you couldn't tell if she believed him or not. She left and came back quickly from another room.

"I talked to my boss, and this is what I can do," She places a piece of paper down on the glass counter.

"Fifty thousand? Do you think I walked in here not knowin' the spot price? Ma'am, I know for a fact this is worth 140 at least."

"Baby, this is a pawn shop, not Zurich, do I look swiss to you?" The lady made a point, you couldn't expect a small shop like this could afford 140 grand. JJ negotiated the price, he had to settle for 70 so the woman wouldn't go to the police.

You had grinned at each other, trying to not make it obvious at the excitement. Here came the rough part, "Here's the snag, I don't have that much denominated here, I can write you a cashier's check."

JJ made an argument, "Ma'am I want the money in cash, that's what that sign says" He points to it, "that's what I expect."

"Well, I have to send you to the warehouse, I have the money there. Is that all right?"

"Where's this warehouse?"

Next thing you know you're on the way to the disclosed location the woman gave. There was something about this that was off, how could you trust that the lady would actually send you to a warehouse to receive the money? As much as you didn't believe there could be that much money at the pawnshop, it was a pawnshop, they had to have that type of money.

Either way, you and the rest of the group sat in the twinkie heading there anyway, you all voiced your suspicions on where they kept the money. You were on the cut, part of the address was a name 'Resurrection drive'. If there was any place you would think they'd have the money is figure eight, but here you were going to a place none of you had ever heard of.

"There's nothing but weeds out here," Kiara peered out the windows. The road was long with greenery on either side. The sound of a police siren signaling John B to pull over.

"Cops? Out here?" You spoke alarmed.

"God, are you kidding me?" JJ exclaimed.

"What did we do?" Sarah asks aloud.

"Stash that," Pope commands. You all look at each other in confusion, John B asks JJ if he brought the gun, he said no so that was one less thing to worry about. JJ rushed to put the gold and the weed in his bag, stashing it all away in a seat's hidden compartment.

You heard a gun cock and whipped your head to the driver's seat, the window was open and there was a guy holding an automatic weapon to your brother's face.

"All of you, hands in the air, right now!" The guy with a skull mask covering the bottom of his face shouts. "Out of the car! Let's go!"

John B gets out of the driver's seat with his hands in the air, the guy shouts out demands to let you all out of the car. Sarah gets out second, Kie third, you fourth then Pope and JJ. Though the anxiety of the situation began to kick in, you felt tired of the constant fear for your life since this whole thing started and all you could think of right now is how you should have stayed in the comfy bed of yours in the Cameron house.

JJ began to speak but was shut down by the voice with a gun, shoving you all back and telling him to shut the hell up.

"Lay down in the ditch! Lay in the ditch!" He points with his shotgun. The six of you follow in his command kneeling down, then on your stomachs, with your hands behind your head. You feel your heart pounding through a reflection of the ground.

"Don't let me see you with looking at me!" He walks away from you backward and with his gun still pointed at you all. You could think of any scenario in your head right now where you could escape this alive without him getting away with this, but he had the gun and could easily kill you all right now. Your breath was shaky and your eyes watery, this would not be a cool way to die. And it was all because of the lady at the pawnshop.

"This is a setup guys!" You say, shakily.

"That old bat shanked us," JJ's anger radiates next to you, he punches the ground with a string of curses.

You turn your head hearing Sarah's pleading whimpers, John B got up from his position on the ground. You stare at him wide-eyed, whispering "John B get back down, please."

He puts a finger to his lips and sneakily makes his way to the cop car. He hops in the backseat of it and at this point, you're ready to kill him yourself. You wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to him because he decided to play hero, you pray he doesn't get caught.

"All right, you all stay just like that, unless you want your brains blown out all over this road. Don't move your goddamn heads, okay?" The guy comes out of the van barking out orders again. John B was still in the cop car, you hoped the man wouldn't notice his absence. He got into the driver's seat of the car, then came the grunting.

JJ ran to them and the rest of you hastily got up, right after JJ delivered his blow, you threw one but were shoved. John B who had the gun, clocked him in the back, he was down on the ground with you, Kie, and Sarah kicking him in the stomach.

"You son of a bitch!" Sarah yelled at him, John B pulled down his mask and JJ was quick to identify him.

"I know this asshole! He's a basehead, he sells coke to my dad."

"He probably knows my brother," Sarah mentions. You internally roll your eyes at that, great.

"Listen, I couldn't hurt any single one of y'all--" He begins but JJ smacked his face with the butt of the shotgun. He digs into his pocket and checks his ID, "We got one last stop."

JJ shoves everyone out of his way, "Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives."

You walk right behind him, ready to leave the asshole who threatened your lives. JJ was furious, more so than any of you all combined,~~ and frankly, you didn't blame him. Not that you thought the others did but they thought jumping him was enough, you didn't you wanted revenge. What was supposed to be a peaceful and happy day where you just get the money you worked so hard for, turned out to be just another day you almost get shot at. You were over it.

~~~

"Welcome to crackhead wasteland," You observe your surroundings. Trash was littered all over the front yard of this guy, Barry's, trailer home.

"I don't know about this, man," Pope speaks cautiously. JJ turns the ignition off when he reaches the front.

"Dude, why are we at Barry's?" John B asks.

"This'll only take a second," JJ steps out, you step out with him.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" John B questions you.

"Probably the same thing JJ's about to do," You answer, hurrying after JJ. John B warns you to come back to the van, you flip him off, walking into the wrecked home.

"What are we looking for?" You pipe up as you watch JJ rummage around the kitchen.

"His money stash," He mutters. "I know you got some around here somewhere."

You search with him, moving things around where you think he might've hidden it. Once you've done your assessment you move to the next room leaving JJ behind. You look under the bed, then the closet, and bingo!

A duffel with wads and wads of cash, you slip one in your back pocket then call out for JJ.

"Holy-- fucking amazing!" You didn't know whether he was talking about you or the money but you blushed anyways. He rubs his jaw and stuffs a good amount into the bag leaving around four rolls on Barry's bed.

"What are you doing?" You hear your brother's voice from the kitchen.

"Getting even!" JJ responds. You walk out with JJ who's holding the duffel, "All right, took care of business."

John B grabs ahold of JJ biceps, staring directly into his eyes, "Hey, look at me if you keep going down this road you're gonna end up just like your dad--"

JJ slams John B into a pantry door, "Watch your mouth, man."

"Whoa, JJ, calm down!" You look at the position JJ and John B are in.

"It's fine, Y/N," JJ assures then goes back to John B. He said it was fine yet still has your brother pinned by his collar, "Aren't you tired of being messed with?"

"That's not the point, JJ," JB answers. JJ releases John B and walks out, the two of you left standing there trying to process what just happened. You just wanted to get something out of another life-threatening situation the next your brother and the guy you're in love with are about to fight.

"And you, what the hell are you doing?" John B looks at you disappointed.

"I'm just trying to live my life, John B," You sigh.

"This is not living your life, Y/N, you-we don't need any more problems. And you following in JJ's example isn't helping, I can somewhat understand what he's trying to get at but you?"

"What about me?"

"This isn't you, yeah you can do some stupid shit sometimes but going into some drug dealer's house to rob him, isn't."

"Desperate times, John B," You try to defend.

"Not this desperate, Y/N. And you're doing this for what? A silly little schoolgirl crush." He walks out on you shaking his head. You stood there in shock at what he just said, it wasn't true, mostly. You were doing this for you making decisions on your own without his lead which is what you always do. This wasn't the right thing to do but then again none of what you guys are doing is normal. Running from bad guys, chasing after hidden treasure, living in a dump, and now in a mansion? How dare he?

When you finally walkout, the others are giving JJ shit for stealing the money, Sarah's announcing her fear of Barry coming after you all again and Pope's worried it might some rivalry you don't need.

The bottom line was Barry already came after you, he knows you have the gold and even if he didn't care about the gold, you all jumped him so when he sees you most likely it's gonna be on sight. There's no point in preventing shit now when shit already went down.

"J, Relax."John B tries to calm him down but ends up getting slammed up (again) against the van.

"You feel like a tough guy now, huh?" John B yells at him. "What're you gonna do when comes after us?"

"Punch him in the throat."

"Yeah, good fuckin' idea, JJ."

"I'm not putting it back," JJ states and steps into the twinkie. You stand there awkwardly with the rest of the pogues who expect him to go back and return the money. The stack of it that you planned on using for groceries and other necessities burn in your back pocket, it was hidden behind the printed shirt you borrowed from John B.

"You guys getting in or what?" He calls out to you all. He waits for a second then walks out again waiting for you all to say something.

"We're sick of your shit," John B expresses.

"Oh, my shit?"

Kie chimes in, "Yeah, your pulling guns on people shit."

Then Pope, "You acting like a maniac--"

"Pope, I took the fall for you, man! Know how much money I owe because of you?" JJ brings it up.

"I'm gonna pay you back and I didn't ask you to do that!"

"I just did! Pay it back right here, right now, with Y/N's help but pretty much by myself." He glances at you then the others, "You know what, that's exactly what I'm gonna do, go off by myself."

"JJ," You go after him. John B holds you back, "Just let him go." You hear Kie say.

"Are you guys serious?" You shout at them, "He just went to jail for Pope, and yeah you said you were gonna pay him back but he's doing this so you don't have to!"

John B shakes his head at you while the others just stare, "I know you guys, think this is stupid as hell but we almost lost the gold because of Barry. What would we have do then, huh? 'Cause I know my shifts at the country club aren't gonna cut it."

"I'm gonna get a job--" You cut John B off, taking out the stack you took.

You rip a couple of twenties from the rubber band and shove it in his chest, "There's your paycheck."

You stalk off in the direction you assumed JJ went.

~~~

Thirty minutes and you had no sight of him, you should've left when he was still close by. You weren't lost which was a good thing but you were not in the best neighborhood either. The sound of a motorcycle drove past you which had you paranoid especially since you didn't hear it drive off in the distance. Instead, it made a U-turn and made a stop right next to you, you cursed silently hoping whoever it was, wasn't dangerous.

"Y/N?"

You breathe a sigh of relief, it was Rafe, not as dangerous as a stranger that you couldn't handle.

"Hey," You walk up to him despite your brain warning you not to.

"What have you been up to, why are you out here alone?" He asks as if he cares. The thought of him being concerned has your body lighting up with hope.

"Uh, not much," Maybe you could use him for a ride to the chateau but think no, I can't the others are not gonna be happy. "Do you think you could give me a ride to your house?"

"My house?" He smirks.

"Yeah, I kind of live there now..."

"Don't you have other things to do, like escape drug dealers?" He quirks a brow, how the hell did he know about that?

"W-what no," You stutter "Where did you get that idea?"

"Barry came by the club and he was not happy," He shakes his head.

"Well, I have nothing to do with that, and if you're not gonna give me a ride I better keep walking."

"I know this is the kinda thing you, your brother and your friends do but dragging Sarah into this?"

"This kinda thing? What do you think we do, Rafe?" You glare at the boy, "Maybe you find this hard to believe but unlike you, we have better things to do than rob dealers."

"Not from what I heard, passed by John B and Sarah by the way," He pointed to the road he just drove from.

"Listen, you have no idea what's going on so you can't talk shit about things you don't know about."

"Maybe not, but I know Barry and he's gonna come after you all," He pulls up his sleeve. "If you don't wanna believe how dangerous he is take a look at this," He shows you a well-sized burn on his forearm. You trace the edges of the wound carefully, "Jesus."

"All I'm saying is try not to dig yourself a deeper hole, whatever ever shit you're in to get the hell out of it, and try not to bring Sarah down while you're at it." You roll your eyes at his form of a warning.

"Thanks, seems like your brother of the year but she's fine where she's at. Now all I asked for was a ride and since it doesn't seem like your gonna give me one I'll be on my way."

"Angel, come on." He calls after you then hops on his bike riding it to where you were, he takes off the helmet passing it to you. You stare at it skeptically then concede, slipping the helmet on sitting behind him.

"You have to wrap your arms around me so you don't fall off."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," You murmur but wrap your arms around his middle anyways, you don't see the smile Rafe has planted on his lips.

"What was that?"

"Just drop me off at the wreck," You make up some other words rather than repeat yourself. You assumed that's where your friends were going to be.

~~~

You tell him to pull up by the back, you couldn't risk being seen on the back of his bike with him of all people. You pull off your helmet and step back from the bike.

"Thank you," You turn to leave him but were stopped by him stepping in front of you.

"Whoa, I think I deserve a better form of gratitude," He holds you by your biceps.

"I think thank you was enough," You go to move again but was held steadily.

"Really, Angel?" He speaks softly a tone you never thought to hear from him, ever. He leans down to kiss you but you release yourself from him, jogging away.

"I gotta go."

You open the door to the wreck and were greeted by the cool air inside, it helped cool your blushing cheeks. Pope, Sarah, Kie, and, John B were sitting around an empty table talking.

"It's too dangerous to pawn this thing off piecemeal," Pope paced around. "So our best bet is to go down there and get the rest of it."

"So then how are we gonna get the actual cash," You spoke as you walk towards them.

"Where'd you go?" John B asked. Kie looked at you hopefully, "Did you find JJ?"

You ignored John B's question and avoided his gaze but answers Kie, "No, unfortunately."

Her face falls and Pope continues his rant, "Bring it all up at once, put it in a safe or a vault or something. I don't know just until we can find someone who won't rip us off. I can figure it all out tonight and be ready by tomorrow morning."

"All right, let's do it," John B agreed.

"What about that thing with my dad?" Sarah asks you look at John B questioningly.

"I have to go fishing with Ward."

"You can't get 400 mil 'cause you're gonna go kill fish?" Kie looks at John B with a seriously? face.

"I have to!"

"Blow it off, it's 400 million in gold!" Pope tells your brother.

"I have to, okay? he saved me and Y/N, if it weren't for Ward we'd be in foster care so I have to go, plus it'll be better to do it at night." He excuses.

"Like you said he saved us but you don't see me going fishing with him," You shrug.

"Just let him go fishing, at least JJ will probably have washed up by then," Kie tells you.

"We should hunker down here for the night," You say getting out of Heyward's truck. The group separated, John B took Sarah somewhere while you, Kie, and Pope took off in Heyward's truck at the Chateau.

Lights surrounded the yard and a jacuzzi sat in the middle, JJ was in the bubbled water with a bottle of champagne. Mini inflatable swans swam around JJ who wore what looked like an expensive pair of glasses.

"What did you do, JJ?" Pope spoke incredulously.

"I got a jet going straight in my butt right now," JJ chuckles. You look him in the face from where you're standing and his already busted lip looks open again. "Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me?"

Pope and Kiara stood in shock trying to process how JJ must've spent his restitution money. Something clearly happened and he was not okay, JJ was drunk off his ass already, pouring champagne in the water trying to pour it in a glass.

"How much did this cost?" Pope asked demandingly.

"Uh, with the generator, the petrol, and oh hey express delivery... pretty much all of it, yeah" He slurred out the words cheerfully.

"All of it?" Pope shouts. "You spent all the money in one day?"

"Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket but I mean like come on guys, look at this finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me." He spouted out, waving his arms around like you guys couldn't see all the luxury you had now. "Kie, what? Can't a man have a little luxury in life?"

"C'mon all this scrimpin' and scrapin', Princess, you see all this right? I know you'd enjoy this." He looks at you with his eyes all puffy, your eyes soften at the vulnerable look of him. "You only live once, right? enough of this emotional shit, get in the cat's ass. Come on." He beckons you all forward but Kie just asks "In the what?"

"In the Cat's ass, that's what I named her, oh I almost forgot," JJ flips a switch, and a disco ball that hung on the tree above begun to spin, and more water spouts out like a fountain. "Disco mode, that's right baby!"

"Are you kidding me? you could have paid for restitution!" Pope yells at him.

Kie joins him, "Or literally given it to any charity!"

"Or better yet you could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!"

"Guys this isn't helping!" You shout back at them, "What's done is done."

"Baby, it's alright because you know what, I got a hot tub!" You whip around at the word he just called you but quickly all thoughts of your feelings were masked by the large bruises on his abdomen. "For my friends, I got a hot tub for my friends, you know what no screw friends, I got a hot tub for my family!"

He speaks the words through sobs and wet cheeks, "I got this for you, look what I did for you!"

"JJ," You take a step toward him.

"No, stop being emotional, it's fine okay?"

"I mean it's sweet right? everything-- just get in." You were already up there with him wrapping your arms around him letting his head fall on your shoulder, "I just couldn't do it." He sobs and reciprocates the hug. "I can't take him anymore, I was gonna kill him."

"Shhh," You rub his back and soon Pope and Kie join in for a group hug.

"I just wanna do the right thing!"

"I know, I know," You say softly.

~~~

"You could stay in here with me if you want," You offer JJ once everyone had calmed down, Pope and Kie knocked out on the couch and pullout. You didn't think JJ would wanna sleep alone tonight.

"Yeah alright," He sniffles slightly.

"JJ you don't ever have to go back there again," You tell him as you lie next to him. "You could stay here even when John B and I are at the cameron's"

He nods, "Thanks."

You shift to turn your back to him, you felt an arm snake around your waist, JJ pulled you to him so your back was against his chest.

"Is this okay?" He made sure.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you need."

Whatever you need? God, you needed help.

Now you didn't know if you would be able to sleep, being so aware of him. The tank top you wore and shorts because of the lack of A/C in your home being this close to him gave you anxiety, you had slept in the same bed before but this was more intimate. He was vulnerable and had just broke down in front of you, in front of all of you. Not to mention he called you baby during said breakdown, you couldn't think about that right now, nope he didn't need you in that way right now.

"Y/N?" He whispered in a small voice.

"Hm?"

"Did I tell you that I got fired from the club?"

"What!" There goes your sanity during work.

"Shh, geez didn't think it was that serious, Frank fired me for the whole crashing Midsummers thing."

"What a dick," You huff. "Now what am I gonna do without you there?"

"Do your job," He chuckled "We got a little too distracted when we were together anyways."

"I think we were the perfect amount of distracted, we still got shit done didn't we?"

"Yeah, you're right," He paused. "Guess what I meant was that I got more distracted around you." You tensed, what the hell did he mean by that?

You had to think of something before he drops it, "I should've gotten fired with you then."

He squeezed your waist, "Nah you're great at what you do."

"You mean waitressing?" You snorted, "Sure."

"What I mean is you're doing great without me holding you back," His small voice came back and your heart broke for him.

"JJ, you could never hold me back if anything you push me to do things better, smarter."

"Why'd do help me with the money?"

"Same reason you did, I'm tired of getting pushed around, I know you guys think I'm an advocate for certain kooks but there's a line. A line that a lot of people even pogues that are supposed to be on our side, push."

He cuddles you closer, digging his head into your hair "I just don't want you to stoop down to my level so much that you get in trouble."

"JJ?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

He laughs, "Okay Princess."

~~~

The next morning you get up and head to the Cameron house where you have your things, you couldn't exactly do what you needed to do today in what you were wearing from last night. Kie didn't bring extra clothes so she offered to drop you off before running wuick errands for her parents. Thankfully nobody was home or at least Rose and Ward weren't home so you didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of it all.

You rush into 'your room' searching for any clothes you might've left around, looking around quickly then step out closing the door behind you.

You didn't notice when you bumped into a hard chest, ready to apologize to whom you thought was Ward Cameron but was actually his son.

"Jesus, Rafe you scared me," You press a hand to you chest.

"You don't live here alone, Angel."

"Your dad's out with John B and I don't know where Rose is and What are you even doing here? I thought Ward kicked you out," You just remembered what Sarah had told you yesterday.

"We weren't finished earlier." Rafe ignored your question and stepped closer to you, closer than he's ever been before, it scared you to think of what you might do in this position.

"That's because I had better things to do than be around a coke whore," You spat at him to push him away. It didn't work, despite his quick temper he ignored you and came even closer.

Not too long ago the boy you love was crying in your arms and here you were in the arms of the enemy a centimeter away from his lips. The hunger in Rafe's eyes as he towered over you made your stomach flutter, this was not something you wanted. This was the opposite but a part of you, a part that you normally kept hidden, yearned for him. He's not the kind of guy you should be with, his history with your friends serving as evidence, but he was different with you, and if only you had more time.

If you had more time he could change, he could be the man he desired to be, one that his dad would be proud of since that is what he so badly wished.

You were pulled of your thoughts by Rafe's head leaning down, your eyes suddenly feel heavy and you could see that his was as well, your faces were mingling close to each other. One move and your lips would touch, your prayers were answered and next thing you knew his soft but slightly chapped lips closed in on yours. He places both of his hands on your cheeks to deepen the kiss and you wrap your arms around his waist bringing his body closer to yours. You both stood in the hallway of his house lips attached with hearts pumping, you pull away what felt like too soon.

"I can't do this," You softly push him away. He doesn't let you go leaning his forehead against yours.

"You just did baby," His words made you freeze. JJ, you forgot about JJ. He called you that just last night. You weren't together but this felt like a betrayal, just last night you were cuddling and now you were here with a guy he hates.

Helping Rafe see the error of his ways by spending time with him was one thing but making out with him was way different. The worst part was you didn't regret it, not one bit.

"Rafe-" He cut you off with a kiss one which you returned, you didn't hear the small footsteps of the youngest Cameron around the corner. Nor did you hear the camera click as you pulled away from him one last time.

And just like many times before you leave him there, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

Chapter 8

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Safe & Sound ~ OT7 [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

GENRE: Angst with a fluffy ending, platonic friendship with the boys, fighting, 

PAIRING: Platonic ot7 x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy this my love! Sorry it’s a little late my laptop completely gave out on me so I had to steal my brothers >.< I hope that this fic is okay for you and that Y/n isn’t too easily forgiving! I am working on that for you guys like I said before

The room was so hot it felt as though you were going to melt into a puddle on the seat, a heatwave had made its way through Seoul and Sejin made a decision to have a conference with the boys in the hottest room in the HYBE building. It was one of the hottest days in the year and instead of being out in the sun you were trapped in a meeting room waiting for Jimin to come and meet you, the boys and Sejin to have a nice long discussion about the tour that was going to be coming up.

The way that Sejin paced up and down in front of you made you nervous, he called a meeting with you and the boys and of course, Jimin was running late but Sejin had no idea why leading him to believe that you did. Being close with each of the boys meant you must have known everything, even if you didn't.

"You sure you have no idea?" You shook your head as Sejin asked you for the fifteenth time if you knew where Jimin was, you did, but you weren't going to let onto the fact that you knew. Jimin was on a date with his secret girlfriend and you were covering for him, you and the boys were the only ones who knew who the boys were dating since it was in their contracts that they weren't supposed to but they were boys. They had needs just like everybody else had so you kept their secret. After all, you were their best friend, you'd been with them since they debuted and you were always going to stick by their sides no matter what.

"He probably slept through his alarm Sejin, you know what he's like," You suggested, trying to calm the manager down who simply sighed and nodded his head at you finally taking a seat at the desk while the other six boys thanked you with their eyes. They all knew where he was but you didn't know the exact details, you never wanted to know the details just who they were with and how long they were going to be.

"Sorry, I'm late! The alarm just didn't wake me up," You sighed in relief as a sweaty-looking Jimin sat down in a chair beside Yoongi, Sejin said nothing as he stood up and began making his way over to a whiteboard to begin discussing the arrangements for the new tour.

As their personal assistant, you were going to be going along with them everywhere, as you did every tour, it was fun. You got to explore the world with some of your best friends as well as get some front row seats to the best performances you'd seen, though you had seen them enough times you could probably perform them with the boys. You'd gotten to travel around the world with your best friends, seeing the sights, having fun and just relaxing despite it being your job.

"As usual we'll stay in the cities for two nights and then head out to the plane the next morning, bright and early. That means no one can be late," Sejin said with a stern voice as he stared at Jimin who was hiding behind a cup of iced tea and blushing, you bit down on your lip to stop yourself from laughing and waited for Sejin to finish his speech. Hoping it would be soon so you could get out of the room, it was like sitting in a vivarium, if this was how snakes felt all of the time you never wanted to be one.

"I didn't think he was going to stop talking," Jin moaned as he sat in front of the small mini-fridge that was in Yoongi's studio, the door open as he let the cold air hit his body. You and Namjoon on the other hand were laid on the flooring under the air-con machine being blasted with cold air, 

"I think I lost weight in there," You whined as you looked over at Jimin, his head in his phone clearly trying to apologise to his girlfriend who had ditched, 

"Is she okay with it? I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of it, I already got Jungkook out of a meeting last week," You spoke softly as Jimin glanced up at you, shaking his head. 

"It's not your place to make excused for us, don't be silly," You smiled weakly and laid your head back down on the floor as you watched the ceiling. All of the boys were dating and only you knew about it, no big deal. Namjoon had been together with his partner since the year after they debuted together, it was a surprise to you that no one else knew about them.

"How's your dating life going?" Hoseok asked as he fanned himself with a stack of papers from the coffee table, you scoffed at him whilst shaking your head. 

"I don't have time for dating, I'm too busy looking after you idiots," You mumbled sarcastically as you sat up slowly, thanking Yoongi who came into the room carrying cold drinks for everybody. 

"When was the last time you did something that wasn't for us?" Taehyung questioned, genuinely interested since to him all he seemed to him that you did was work, wor, work and sleep.

"Last week I went to that book shop-"

"Which you went to because Namjoon wanted the knew Leigh Bardugo book," Jungkook interrupted as he smirked at you.

"But I still went and got some things for myself." You grumbled, wanting to move on from this conversation as it made you uncomfortable. 

"Y/n can do what she wants, when she wants she just choices to look after us," Yoongi reminded them as he could see how uncomfortable you were getting about the subject, 

"Anyway, you need to listen to this new song, so come on." He quickly headed over to his computer and began typing as he searched for one of the songs he'd been working on, while you carefully snuck out of the door and headed to your office for the day. 

"I'll walk you to your car," Jimin said as you walked into the elevator together, you glanced up at him and smiled weakly. It had been a long day of organising things for the upcoming tour, making sure the hotels you were going to visit had everything the boys would need as well as running around the building to make sure the boys had what they needed that day. Your head was spinning so fast you thought you were going to need a week-long nap just to make up for it, 

"Can you drive me home instead? I feel like I might fall asleep," You whined, laying your head down on his shoulder as he chuckled hitting the garage floor buttons and nodding his head. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary for one of the boys to drive you home or for you to drive them home you were like a happy family and they always looked out for you. 

"Sure, I'll get Jin-Hyung to pick me up from yours," He chuckled as he waited for the lift to move, laying his head on top of yours as you shut your eyes for a second wanting to rest them. 

"Thank you for covering for me, I didn't mean to stay at Mina's last night, we just had a long night." You laughed softly while shaking your head,

"It's fine, you don't have to explain anything to me Jimin, just make sure you're on time or Sejin might get suspicious. I don't mind you boys dating as long as you can keep it under wraps, you know that." You poked his cheek as you stood up straight, getting out on your floor and giving your car keys to Jimin who began following you in the direction of your company car. 

"What are you doing for your eighth year with the company?" He questioned, trying to make small talk to keep you awake for a little while longer, he knew how bad your sleeping patterns would get if you went to sleep now. 

"I'm thinking of taking a week off, maybe go and have a holiday? You keep pestering me to do," You laughed softly as you got into the passenger side door of the car and watched Jimin as he started the engine, he always looked so confident when he drove compared to when he first passed his test and was always so nervous to even start up an engine. 

"What?" He stared at you thinking he'd done something wrong but you shook your head with a smile, 

"Nothing, you just look confident, it's a good thing." You whispered as you stared out of the window focusing on everything you were passing by as Jimin tried to make some basic conversation with you. 

The next morning there was a weird feeling in your stomach that something was going to happen or that something bad had already happened and you had yet to figure out what it was. The boys hadn't replied to your calls or texts and Sejin was telling you there was an urgent meeting you had to be in right away with no excuses. 

"Morning Ted, did your baby arrive yet?" You laughed softly looking up at the security guard as you signed in. Normally you would exchange small talk about his pregnant wife but today he seemed stand-offish and was ignoring you as he handed you your ID card and took your bag to scan it through. 

"Everything is clear." Frowning at the way he was acting you headed over to the elevators ignoring the glances you were getting from people around you, it could have just been your imagination but they were whispering under their breath and pointing at you.

"I heard that it dropped late last night and she's the only one capable of knowing everything." The doors shut before you could hear anything else that one of the cleaners was saying, the feeling you had that morning tripled in size and your legs felt like jelly, you could have sworn you were going to throw up at any second. Rumours in this place were the worst kind of rumours, they could make you lose your job or have you arrested, no one seemed to think before they spoke around there and any kind of news true or false spread like wildfire. 

"Morning Sejin, everyone is acting rather odd-" You stopped talking when you walked into one of the smaller conference rooms to see the boys sitting around the table with Sejin, all staring at you in silence as Sejin clicked on his laptop. Behind him on the projector screen appeared different articles about the boys all with yesterday's and today's date on them, each of them detailing the dating lives of the members with photographs.

"What the fuck," Your bag dropped from your shoulder and onto the floor as your eyes scanned over the screen, more and more articles popping up the more Sejin clicked on his keyboard.

"What happened? I thought you told me you would be careful!" You yelled staring at the boys who were all staring back at you, Yoongi scoffing as he shook his head at you. 

"There Y/n goes, shifting the blame onto somebody else," Your heart began to pound against your chest as you realised they thought that it had been you to leak the stories to the press. 

"What?" You stuttered out looking from Sejin to the boys, all of them had the same look of disgust on their faces as they looked at you. Well all of them except for Jungkook who seemed to have his head in his hands.

"We trusted you!" Namjoon hissed as he got up from the chair, slamming the palm of his hands against the wood as he locked eyes with you. It felt as though you were being told off by a parent only worse, this time you knew you'd done nothing wrong and yet they were going to blame you without any form of proof. 

"Why would I go to the media? I've been working here for eight years, why would I go and throw away eight years of work and friendship?" You pleased with them, trying to make them see the sense in what they were saying, you would never do anything like this to them. Not to mention you'd signed thousands of contracts stating that you couldn't speak to anybody about what was happening outside of that building.

"No one else knows about it, no one but us and you," Yoongi mumbled, folding his arms over his chest as he stared out of the window. He couldn't bring himself to look at you, he felt betrayed in so many different ways. 

"Is this how one of our songs was leaked four years ago?" Namjoon was hurling accusations at you but you shook your head, there was no way you were going to let them put the blame onto you for this. Not when you had nothing to do with it.

"Why would I do something like that? I'm your friend-"

"No you're not, you've never been our friend. You've been using us since the start," Jungkook finally spoke as he got up from his chair, you glanced over at him to see his eyes were bloodshot from crying, Sejin looked over at the door as someone knocked on it and he excused himself. 

"I haven't been using you, I've been here since you debuted, I've been working with you guys. You're like my brothers, why would I ever hurt you like this?!" You were yelling now as they continued to put the blame onto you, you knew yelling wasn't going to make them see the truth but it was the only way you thought you could heard over them. 

"Tell us we're wrong then, tell us you didn't go to the media with all our date stories," Hoseok said as he stared at you, arms folded over his chest as if he was challenging you to do something. 

"Fine. You're wrong. I would never do something so idiotic," You stared at Jimin who had yet to say a word to you,

"Jimin took me home and I went to bed last night, I could barely lift my head up." You began going over in your mind what you had done the night before, there was no way you would do something like this. 

"The sources came from your email account, your name was used to sign off on each source," Taehyung mumbled, getting up and pointing to the source materials all of the media outlets had been using. 

"It's not that hard to get my email online, it's not that hard to find my name-"

"STOP LYING TO US!" Jimin finally cried out, red in the face from anger as he let tears stream down his cheeks, your heart felt as though it was breaking from the sight alone. 

"Jimin...Please, I would never do something like this to you." Tears began to well up in the corner of your eyes as you wished he would believe you, hoping that was some way he would take your side through all of this. 

"It's a good trick though, pretending to be our friend and then selling stories behind our backs," Yoongi said sarcastically as he sat back down in the chair it looked as though he'd already made up his mind on what had happened, they all had. 

"You're a disappointment," Jungkook hissed, venom dripping from his words as he stormed out of the room, you begged him to stay but he ignored you. 

"Why would we ever trust a snake, like you?" Another stab to the heart as Jin stormed out of the room with the words, you turned to look at Jimin who was normally the one to take both sides during a discussion but this time he seemed to have already made up his mind and he was set in his way. 

"You have to believe me, I would never-"

"Then how do you explain it?! How do you explain everyone knowing it all! You're the only one that knew all of this information Y/n! Just fucking own up to it and don't be so stupid," He yelled in your face making your breathing hitch in your throat, you watched him walk out of the room followed by Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok leaving you alone with only Namjoon who was shaking his head at you.

"Joonie-"

"Only my friends get to call me that, we never should have trusted you." He rubbed his temples and you knew what that meant, he was trying to make a decision about something and your heartbroke. It was about you and you knew it. 

"To make things easier, since no one believes me anyway, you can stick your job," You mumbled, snapping the lanyard that carried your ID inside and dropping it onto the desk. Followed by the company car keys, 

"I'll give you the apartment key when I move out," You grumbled, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind you. 

"Don't act like you're better than us! You did this to yourself!" Yoongi yelled as you joined him in the hallway outside of the meeting room, you scoffed at him as you finally let the tears go. 

"You know what, you've already made your decision so it clearly doesn't matter. What happened to innocent until proven guilty?!" You yelled back at him, you didn't need to worry about losing your job since you'd already quit, there was nothing holding you back anymore. 

"What happened to, "Y/n you're our best friend, no matter what?', or is that all just bullshit now?" You yelled out, eyes scanning over their faces as the elevator let you know it was on the floor. Ted got out and you knew he was there for you.

"We never should have hired you," Jimin laughed as he looked at you, everyone on that floor began to come out of their rooms to get a look at what was happening as if it was something happening on their TV show instead of right in front of them, 

"We never should have hired a stupid girl who no one else wanted, someone who ruins everything that she touches!" You stiffened up your back as you heard him, Ted touched your upper arm but you moved away from him walking yourself into the elevator as you shook your head.

"You guys act like you're so sweet and yet you're toxic to the one person who's only ever always been there for you." You mumbled, hitting the bottom floor button before the doors shut, leaving them behind as you sunk down onto the floor crying at the thought of them hating you forever.

"Do you think we were too harsh?" Hoseok whispered as he sat in the dorms later that night with Jungkook and Taehyung, all three of them were regretting what they had said while the others stayed in their rooms not speaking with one another.

"No, I mean...There was no one else it could have been, she didn't have to lie to us," Taehyung grumbled as he poked at his food with his chopsticks, he'd lost his appetite all day being worried about what you were going through back at the apartment you were staying in.

"Well, I mean not really...It could have been any one of the girls we're dating..." Jungkook whispered as he looked over at Hoseok who sighed to himself, none of them had thought it through before accusing you of being the one to leak information.

"Why would they though?" Taehyung frowned, he knew his girlfriend would never do something that could potentially ruin their relationship.

"Why would who, do what?" Namjoon questioned hearing the end of their conversation, 

"Jungkook thinks one of our girlfriends could have been the one to leak the information but why would they? I mean, unless it was out of spite but I don't think they would," Hoseok explained, thinking back to his girlfriend and shaking his head, he knew she would never betray his trust that way but Namjoon's face seemed to turn pale and it looked as though he was beginning to sweat.

"Namjoon?" Jungkook questioned, confused as to why the leader looked as though he'd just seen a ghost roaming around the halls of the dorms. 

"I mean- What if it was one of our girlfriends...I- Me and Jessi had a fight last night and we broke up...She knows everything Y/n knows and more...She never liked Y/n either so she would do it to spite us all..." The room suddenly fell cold even though it was a heatwave and the boys all panicked, darting for their phones to try and contact you while Namjoon tried to piece everything together and think of a way to get it out of his ex that she did or did not do it.

Getting it out of Jessi wasn't easy but after HYBE ordered a warrant to go through her internet histories finding everything came from her IP address, including multiple email accounts created under your name and address the boys instantly tried to get into contact with you but you had blocked their numbers wanting nothing more to do with people who thought that you were lying to them. 

"I bought a coffee, to make up for things," Jungkook said as you walked out of your apartment to find him standing there staring at you. HYBE had allowed you to stay in the apartment until you found another place to live and the boys had been sending over non-stop gifts to try and say sorry to you, this was the first time you'd seen any of them face to face since it happened. 

"You think a coffee, some flowers and a huge 'I'm Beary sorry' teddy bear are going to make up for it?" You scoffed, pulling the strap of your bag over your shoulder, making your way towards the building's main elevator where the rest of the boys were waiting. They knew there was nothing they could do, say or give to you that would even begin to make up for what they said and did to you. Embarrassing you in front of everyone that was in that hallway that day, yelling at you, accusing you of something you'd never done in your life.

"No, but it's a way of us saying sorry and starting to mend what we broke," Jungkook whispered, Jimin glanced up at you as you looked over each of them. It was obvious how sorry they all were but if you forgave them so easily who was to say that they wouldn't do it all over again? You didn't want them to use you like you were some kind of mug.

"Will you think about it?" Namjoon questioned as you got into the elevator without saying anything to them but you had no idea what to say, it was hard. After eight years you thought they trusted you as much as you trusted them but clearly, you were wrong about that fact. 

"I guess...But it hurt, knowing that after all these years you didn't believe me." You looked up at them as they all looked down at the ground apologetically. 

"We're sorry," They each said as the doors shut, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your vibrating phone. Sejin had been trying to get in contact with you since he found out it was all Jessi, he wanted to get you to come back to your job and apologise for what had happened but you ignored his calls and voicemails. You just needed some time and space to think everything over, things would never go back to the way they were. You'd never be able to be as close with the boys as you once were but it was worth a shot. Right? 

The last few weeks consisted of sneaking into the HYBE building without the members knowing, signing all new contracts to work with a different team and group as well as trying to mend your business relationship with Sejin. Since you felt betrayed by him and the boys you no longer wanted to work under them but that didn't mean you couldn't be friends and still work for the company. After eight years you decided you weren't just going to throw it all away for nothing. 

"You're here?" Jimin questioned as he walked into one of the lounge area's in the building to see you standing with JR from NU'EST, he was talking to you about something he wanted brought to him. 

"I am, I'm working though so if you want something you'll have to walk and talk," Jimin frowned as he followed you out into the hallway, following you around as you headed towards the canteen to get a coffee. 

"You're working for NU'EST now?" He questioned, watching you closely as you nodded your head, turning to look up at him with a weak smile. 

"This was the only way I could think of saving a friendship...I couldn't work for you or Sejin again so I'm with NU'EST...I'll see you around and we can develop our friendships again," He knew that you were coming from a good place and it was nice to know you were willing to work on your friendships with them but he couldn't help but feel hurt by you choosing to sign with a different band after everything you'd done with them.

"Jimin...This was the only way I could come back to work," You whispered as he nodded at you, following you back up to the lounge and he told all of the boys what was happening. 

Days at the company turned into weeks which turned into months of you working for the new group, working alongside them while working on your friendship with the NU'EST members as well as the BTS boys again, wanting nothing more than your friendship to be as strong as it once was and it was back at that point. You felt as though you could trust them and get along with them better, 

"It feels good to have you back," Jungkook said as he handed you a plate of food, all eight of you were at the dorms eating take-out and watching some bad movie that Hoseok had picked out. It was your monthly movie night that you used to have together, it was nice to know that everything was clicking back into place and you were developing growth with them.

"I CALLED IT!" Yoongi yelled as the two side characters began to make out in the forest before being killed by the movie killer, it was a tradition between you all to make bets on movie cliche's that would be used within the movies.

"It was so obvious," You mumbled putting the money you owed him into his hand before stealing one of the spring rolls from his plate and eating it happily. It was safe to say everything was back to the way it should have been in the first place, the way things were happy. You felt as though you were back home safe and sound.

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[ouma-kichi]

hello hello!! could i request some clingy hcs for shuichi, hajime, and kokichi? gender neutral or male s/o preferably!! if this isn’t specific enough then i can send in an ask again,, thank you have a good day!!

hello hello !!! i luv this hehe male readers r my fav and there is def not enough of them on this site !

Clingy Shuichi Saihara, Hajime Hinata, and Kokichi Ouma x Male!Reader Headcanons

Info/Warnings: sooo i didn’t know if u meant like the character is clingy or if the reader is clingy so ima do both hehehe, no warnings i think, reader is male !!

Shuichi Saihara:

if he’s the clingy one, he def tries SO hard not to show it bc he gets sooo embarrassed by it it’s so cute

he’s just so drawn to you, you’re so interesting and you make him feel so loved all the time so ! he just wants to spend all his time with you but he gets nervous that you’ll think he’s creepy or that you’ll be annoyed by how clingy he is

i always love the idea that he observes and remembers your daily/weekly schedule ! and any time you’re walking to work or class, he always looks for you bc he remembers that one time you told him the path you take bc mannnnn he never wants to spend time apart

sometimes he purposefully tries to stay home or give you space so you don’t think he’s weird, but you just tell him like “why didnt u walk wit me today ;(” and his heart just EXPLODES

like !!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW HE ACTUALLY LIKES THAT I REMEMBER EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

plus it really really hurts his heart to not be with you like so so so so bad

so once he knows you won’t be weirded out by him, he tries to never ever leave your side

but when you do have to be apart, he def brings you your favorite foods or your favorite types of flowers afterwards, just bc you mentioned it once and he wants to show that he missed you SO MUCH okokok ?!?!?

he’ll see the chocolates you like or he’ll see that the florist is selling your favorite flower and he just goes “that’s his favorite... i think it’d make him happy if i bought this for him !! i’ll give it to him when i go to the park he always walks through !!!”

but if you’re the one who’s clingyyyy ohhhhhhhhh boyyyy he just doesn’t know what to do with himself  !!!

he gets so so blushy bc he’s already nervous and not rlly used to these types of feelings so when you’re basically following him around like a lost puppy he’s just. amazed that you feel that way about him...

you’ll be like “shushu.. come cuddle with me today pleassseeeeee don’t leaveeee” and he just. melts into a lil blushy puddle on the floor

bc you don’t want him to go EVER EVER EVERRR you obvi gotta spend all your time together duhh

you always demand to walk him to school or to work (omg gentlemanly reader asf), holding his hand so tight or linking your arms together

his face gets so red when you hug him or kiss him goodbye !! bc you just make it last so long your lil clingy ass omg

on his doorstep you just hug him for like 5 whole minutes bc you don’t want him to go :(((((

and he really doesn’t wanna go either ;((

at night when you’re cuddling you just grip him so hard, and in the morning you just hold him even tighter so he can’t leave your grasp

but really he’s okay with it, because he doesn’t wanna leave your grasp either

Hajime Hinata:

CLINGY HAJIME IS SO BASED

he’s ... very quiet about it .. idk he’s just a normal lil boy

he has this cute way of just begging you to stay because he just... looks so sad when you tell him you have to leave for a little :(

so you simply don’t leave !

he just has cute puppydog eyes okayyyy and i don’t think he would say anything he would just hug you super tight and not let you go

but sometimes you gotta go so when you say goodbye he always makes sure to nuzzle his face into your neck and mutter how much he’s gonna miss you awwwww he so cute like dat

unlike shuichi who goes out of his way to find you during your day, hajime simply waits for you to come back bc he doesn’t wanna impose or anything

but he thinks about you so much during the day like he’ll just be sitting at his desk alone and be thinking “man........ when does he get back i miss him he should come home soon” HES JUST SO LOVESICK

and he’d be too nervous to leave voicemails or call you or anything because he doesn’t wanna disturb you, you just gotta know that he misses you really bad

but then when you come home !!!! HE BASICALLY RUNS TO THE DOOR and he waits for you to hug him first to make sure it’s okay

like it’s not that he’s scared to be clingy or something, he’s just kinda awkward and he doesn’t wanna force himself on you or something

so when you get home you havta hug him first, after that he will never let you go ever ever

if you’re the clingy one OMG HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU

he would just feel so bad leaving you when you just wanna cling to him so tight !! awkward lil man he doesn’t want you to be sad okay :(

plus he thinks its v cute that you want him to stay so badly, he gets super blushy and looks away a lot bc he gets sososo flustereddd

you two will be hugging and he’ll just think “well if he doesn’t want me to go, i guess i shouldn’t go” .....so he simply does not go

it’s not like he feels like he’s being forced, he just knows you would be happier if he stayed with you ! and he likes to see you happy all the time sooo

you’ll be like babyyy please dont go and he’ll just go red and silently go to wrap his arms around you

his thought process is basically hmmm well he wont let go of me.. this is the perfect excuse to not leave him anyways

so he always stays

Kokichi Ouma:

man oh man

he’s such a little baby okay hes just so....

if he’s the clingy one you better be prepared for the waterworks constantly !!!

like if you guys are cuddling, with him like laying on your chest or you’re wrapped up in each others arms, and you get up to like go get food or use the bathroom he will fall to the ground and INSTANTLY START SOBBING

“WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME DON’T LEAVE ME YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE????? YOU WANNA BREAK UP WITH ME ????? DON’T LEAVE ME FOREVER”

he’ll follow you around or just ... hold on to your leg when you’re trying to walk away

if you get up from bed he will literally be latched onto your arm, to the point where you end up dragging him off the bed

which obviously just makes him start crying again

“YOU JUST LET ME FALL YOU DIDN’T WANNA TOUCH ME ANYMORE SO YOU JUST THREW ME TO THE GROUND LIKE THAT YOU’RE BEING SO MEAN TO ME”

he just exaggerates so much like damn, any time you leave obviously has to mean you want to break up with him

it sucks when you actually need to get stuff done because he just wants all your attention to be on him >:O wtf do you think you’re doing not giving him constant undying attention !!!!!!!!

it’s fine though bc you (being the whipped mf you are) will just... drop everything you have to do just to cuddle with him and give him kisses

because honestly you have no other choice, he will literally beg the entire time for kisses you can’t even listen to your lectures or do work because he will be in your ear the ENTIRE TIME

honestly i can’t see a scenario where you’re the clingy one and he’s not, like i think if you’re clingy he would just also be clingy

which is kinda perfect i think

neither of you wanna leave so why should you have to...

you’ll be like “kichi don’t go pleasee baby” and he’ll be like “WHY would  i even do that idiot fool dummy”

unless he wants to prank you where he’ll pretend he’s too busy for you rn, which makes you get all sad and start going nooo babyyyy pleasseeee can you make time for meeee ?!?!??????? and he’ll do his gay little laugh and be like GOTCHA YOU THOUGHT I ACTUALLY WAS TOO BUSY FOR YOU LMAOOO

he’s so annoying omfg so you just jump on him immediately which is fine bc he wants you even if he lies about it

don’t even think about spending any amount of time apart bc both of you will JUST FORCE YOURSELVES TOGETHER

you two gotta go to school? well at least one of you is skipping, honestly probably both

you have a family thing you can’t get out of? he will just .. coincidentally also find his way there for some reason

i swear it’s like you two can’t stay away from each other he’s just so obsessed with you and you are equally as obsessed

so it’s kinda perfect

why would you wanna leave each other alone ANYWAY??

[nctsjiho]

Sticky Situation

warnings: none

era: June 2021

❀ A dumb fight over a delicious cool dessert ends up getting JiHo and Yangyang in a sticky and smelly situation

requested by @leavethemonsteralive​ <3

“Give it to me!” “Why should I, it’s the last one!” Yangyang tried to pull the ice cream bar, that both him and JiHo were holding on opposite sides, towards him careful as to not use too much force so that the slippery thin plastic wouldn’t slide from between his fingers. “And besides, this is my house! It was in my freezer, so therefor I should have it!” “Oh don’t start using fancy words now, it doesn’t fit you.” JiHo mumbled underneath her breath earing an even more intense glare from the boy.

JiHo tugged carefully at the ice cream’s packaging, hoping it would escape Yangyang’s grasp. “I went with Ten oppa to buy it for the dorm anyway, so that means I can have it.” JiHo said, but Yangyang could only groan in response. “Give it to me JiHo, it’s too hot and the ice cream is going to melt if you don’t let go.” His tone became more whiny as time passed, but JiHo didn’t waver the slightest. “No, just give it to me! I went to grab it first and you already had one before!” “That was yesterday! Just give. It. To. Me! JiHo-“

After their little game of tug and war the dorm became completely silent. The two 00’ liners looked at each other, eyes the size of saucers, as shock quickly struck their bodies. They both didn’t have a grip on the ice cream bar anymore as just a few seconds ago it flew across the kitchen, sending a very expensive something along with it. It was only when they heard the crash, as well as the shattering of glass that the two realised that their little fight over an delicious cold sweet had more consequences than one person continuing to feel hot and the other having the luxury of feeling a bit cooler for probably no longer than 10 minutes. “It’s your fault!”

Before JiHo could mutter anything or even just make sense of what just happened, she felt the accusing finger of Yangyang poke at her shoulder. “What? I-“ She looked around as if something would help her, as if something would “undo” what just happened, but that something didn’t exist.

It was clear to her that Yangyang was panicking just as much as her. His eyes wavered and he kept licking his quickly drying lips, hand already moving upwards to grip at his hair. “If you’d just given the ice cream to me.” He mumbled. “Yah! Forget about that stupid ice cream, we’re both death when Kun oppa and Ten oppa come home.” At her statement Yangyang’s eyes widened even more, absolute dread starting to settle in. JiHo sighed and grabbed the boy by his shoulders, shaking him a bit. “Come on, let’s clean this up first and then we’ll see how we can fix it.”

When JiHo realised Yangyang was still frozen in place, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the other side of the kitchen counter. “How bad is it? What does it look like?” She looked up to see the boy squeezing his eyes shut. “Well, maybe you didn’t hear the glass shattering in a million tiny pieces, but that to me definitely looks like an overly expensive essential oil diffuser broken in, again, a million tiny pieces.” With her explanation Yangyang finally opened his eyes to see exactly what JiHo had described.

“They are going to kill me.” The girl spared a glance at him only to find him already looking at her. “What should we do?” JiHo sighed at the question. “Just get me some kitchen roll and a plastic bag or something. I’ll clean it up.”

Soon enough JiHo and Yangyang were crouched down next to the puddle of intense smelling essential oils. JiHo soaked up as much of the liquid with the paper towels, while gathering the glass to dispose of it in the plastic bag Yangyang provided her. “Bad news…” JiHo mumbled, to which Yangyang almost jumped up. “What? What’s wrong? What could be more wrong than breaking this… whatever this is?!” JiHo looked up to meet Yangyang’s eyes, she could swear he’d never looked more afraid than now. “I think your kitchen, and possible your whole house might smell like cedarwood and citrus for a few weeks. But good news is you’d probably be too dead to smell it.” A fake smile found it’s ways on JiHo’s lips only to get a less than pleased look from Yangyang.

While the two idols were discussing on how to fix their not-so-little problem, they failed to hear the front door of the dorm open, but when they heard Ten’s voice they knew they were going to meet God in just a few minutes time. “It smells nice here!” The cheerful voice of Ten, and the agreeing hum from Kun came closer until it all didn’t sound to cheerful and agreeing anymore. “Wait… It almost smells too nice here…”

It was only when the two older boys saw JiHo and Yangyang crouched on the kitchen floor, plenty of kitchen towels in hand, sheepish grins on faces and the lack of a new, and sold out, essential oil diffuser on the counter, that it all clicked. “What the hell did you guys do!” The booming sound of Kun’s voice made the two younger ones flinch.

Ten, who seemed eerily “fine”, for the lack of a better word, walked closer until he crouched down next to the pair. “Is that what I think it is?” “Hyung listen, it was an accident-“ “Oh come on! The only thing we told you was to watch out for the diffuser.” And there it was. The anger, annoyance, disappointment and so on. “We’re sorry.” JiHo frowned, standing up.

Kun let out a deep sigh, leaning up against the kitchen counter. “How did that even happen?” “Well…” Yangyang trailed off and JiHo decided to continue telling what happened.

“So you’re telling me you wasted about a million won (around 900 usd) worth of essential oils because of some stupid ice cream?” Ten’s raised voice made the two youngest cower like two kicked puppies. “You could’ve just went to the convenience store not even 2 blocks away from here.” Kun added, but his tone was a lot less aggressive.

The two older ones excused themselves from the room, opting to calm down in the living room, but not without Ten muttering a hushed “You better clean this up before we walk back in here.” And so the duo did. While JiHo disposed of the glass and cleaned the floor, Yangyang opened all the windows in the room hoping that it would help get rid of the smell.

Once everything was clean the two sat down on the kitchen counter contemplating how to fix everything. However they didn’t seem to be coming to an agreement on Yangyang’s proposed solution.

“Never.” JiHo sent him a hard glance. “But JiHo. They will cave immediately. Please.” Yangyang pleaded grabbing JiHo’s hands into his. The action made the girl roll her eyes. “Fine…” “YES! Oh my God you’re the best!” He pulled her from the counter into his embrace, making JiHo slightly struggle in his arms as she tried to push herself away from him. “On one condition though.” “What do you want?” He squinted his eyes at her, now having let go of her completely. “You buy me that ice cream from that nice brand you like and I don’t have to share it with you.” Yangyang wanted nothing more than to slap that smug smile off JiHo’s lips, but he decided to just give in and agree. “Fine, but go now.” He said pushing JiHo towards the living room.

She walked in and stood in front of Kun and Ten who were lounging on the couch, eyes focused on their phones – still looking a bit upset in JiHo’s eyes. They didn’t acknowledge JiHo’s presence, probably not even realising she was there to which JiHo sighed.

“Oppa~” She sang, twisting her body from side to side. The two men looked up confused, watching JiHo intently. “I’m sorry we broke your diffuser. It was really an accident.” Her words were slightly slurred and her tone was a bit more higher pitched than usual.

Kun couldn’t help but already smile seeing JiHo act cute – a sight he really hadn’t seen that much – but Ten knew what was up and he wasn’t going to give in as fast as his friend. He nudged the leader’s shoulder, signalling him that he shouldn’t fall for it either and Kun immediately regained his composure. So when JiHo looked up and saw the two boys looking just as serious as they looked when they left the kitchen earlier, she knew she had to try harder.

“We were being really dumb and childish, but I promise I’ll be more careful in the future and something like that won’t happen anymore.” She had moved to the couch next to them, her eyes sparkling with innocence and sending guilt straight into the boys’ hearts. How could they stay mad at JiHo when she was trying “so hard” to apologise? “Apology accepted.” Kun sighed and his smile only intensified when he saw the way she beamed at his words. Ten cooed at the girl already throwing a million loving nicknames and words at her, telling her she looked “so cute”.

“But isn’t it a bit unfair that you came here and apologised all by yourself while Yangyang who is, as I understand just as guilty, is still hiding in the kitchen.” At the mention of his name, Yangyang sheepishly entered the living room. “Don’t worry, he’ll buy you a new diffuser. One that’s even nicer than the one you guys got.” JiHo promised. All heads turned towards Yangyang, who was sending the deadliest of glares at JiHo which had everyone laughing. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” Kun chuckled.

“Lim JiHo, I’ll kill you.” The young boy muttered.

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Side Note: Yangyang and JiHo are actually siblings confirmed?

[cherry-gemz]

The Wedding Date

This is fluff drabble...ficlet? Idk, but came from the prompt of the lovely @the-ce-horniest-book-club 💕 and the Drunk Drabbles.

"Just pretend to be my date."

Pairings: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Rating: PG

Words: <1k

Summary: You and Chris are roommates before he hits it big in Hollywood. As you have a mutual friend's wedding fast approaching, neither have dates. You've asked him to go, but his heart is on his sleeve and wants more than just a platonic relationship. Will he have the guts to tell you he sees you more than a friend?

"Will you just pretend to be my date?"

Chris choked on his morning cereal as the two of you sat across from each other in your Boston apartment that you shared. He wiped milk off the morning scruff of his beard and dropped the spoon against the porcelain bowl, which let out a reverberated echo. 

"W-what?" He asked, still shocked at your proposal. 

"Crystal's wedding. It's in three weeks, I don't have anyone to bring and you'll be much more fun, please," you beg as you straighten your tortoise shelled glasses. You dove into your cereal and took a large spoonful of shredded wheat, shoving it in your mouth as you scrolled your cell. 

Chris, being your best friend and roommate of three years, hadn't prepared for this moment from you. He had pined and watched you go through the endless amount of first dates and losers. Whilst always being there with some pie and a good laugh on how'd you eventually find the one. Sure, he was lucky in the dating department, being able to bring home a bar fly or someone's sister from spring break. But he knew deep down it was only because he was waiting for you.

Waiting for that moment that he could tell you how much he cared about you, in the most unlikely of best friend ways. That he would both love and hate the movie nights together, cuddled on the couch. How your hair would smell amazing and the softness of your skin would send tentilating waves over his body and he'd have to excuse himself to the bathroom. 

But he didn't. There was never a good moment. He didn't want to ruin what you two had as friends. He'd push his feelings aside day by day, just wishing that he'd have enough courage to get out of the friend zone: To even hope that you would or could feel the same.

He was still starting out as an actor, auditioning for little parts here and there. You were his cheerleader, always encouraging him to keep at it, and he'll get his big break soon enough. In the meantime, you both found each other after he answered your roommate ad on Facebook. Which he later scolded you on considering the weirdos that were out there. 

"Chrisfp," you mumble through your cereal as he bit his lip while stifling a laugh at your face. 

"What?"

You swallow the remnants of the cereal. 

"Be my date," you state as you look into his blue eyes. He melted in a puddle, knowing he could never say no to you. But a wedding? That would be torture: to pretend that you were a couple and playing house for the night? It would destroy him.

"I...I already have a date," he fumbled and lied.

Your neck cranes slightly left, "What? Who?"

He looked down at his cereal, "You don't know her."

A slight sliver of envy entered your body. He'd have his flings, but a wedding date? That is more serious. Who could this mystery woman be?

"What's her name?"

"Uhh…" he frantically looked around the room for some sign of a name. 

You squint your eyes at him, knowing you can usually tell when he's lying. But why would he lie about this?

"Jenna!" He shouted, proud of himself for thinking of a name of a girl he talked to the night before at Smitty's. 

"Jenna, huh? What's her last name?" You inquire, waiting to see him crack.

His eyes dart to the shredded wheat box and he immediately thinks of snow from the frosted sugar. 

"Snow. Her name is Jenna Snow and she's my date," he says matter of factly.

"Crystal is going to loose it that you're bringing a plus one. It'll mess her table placements. I know you didn't RSVP for you and Jenna..."

You breathe in heavily and grab your now empty cereal bowl and wash it in the sink. Your back is to him and he stares at your reaction, hoping you bought his lie. 

"I'll text her. I mean, I wasn't sure if I was going anyway...but if you are, then it seems like a decent night."

"Well, I'm looking forward to meeting this Jenna Snow. Guess I'll have to ask Jack to come with me or something."

Chris groaned, "What?! No, not Jack!" He shook his head as you turned and smirked at his reaction. 

"Why not? I was thinking about getting back together with him anyway. I miss being in a relationship…"

He quickly looked away, knowing that you had caught on. He scratched the back of his neck and became antsy. It wasn't that he hated Jack, it's just that he would have been the one for you, had he not had commitment issues. 

"Yeah, but what about everything he said to you about not wanting to move forward? I mean, you're lucky you didn't move in with the guy."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"C'mon, you would have been out of a place if you signed that lease. He left you high and dry, Y/N!"

There were many nights of tears in the couch with more than pie could ever fix due to Jack bailing on you. Chris had said you were always welcomed home, it was your apartment initially anyway. He'd always have your back.

"Yeah, well I need to bring someone to the wedding. He looks good in a suit and I know he's free then."

Chris cocked his brow at you, "You've been talking?"

"Texts, here and there. He's single. Who knows, maybe third time's the charm?"

He knew if Jack re-entered your life again, things for him would be bleak. He would have to somehow make you see that you guys were meant to be instead of you and Jack. 

"Why don't the four of us go together? Like drive up?" He cringed as the words escaped his lips. He had to think of something and fast before the wedding approached and he'd lose his chance to tell you how he felt.

[ye0ncore]

a little jealousy - nishimura riki <3

req by anon: hi skylar! your writing is fr so good and i was wondering if i could request 3 and 9 from the prompt list for niki? thank you so much and i hope that you have a good day/night! love u 💙

note: oh my gosh thank you so much anon, you’re so sweet 🥺 i hope you enjoy!! @20rubixcubes and @entypens enjoy <33 i’m sorry it’s so short 🥺🥺

>> prompts: “i really like you and i don’t want to mess this up.” , “are you jealous?”

>> pairing: niki x female reader

>> rating and genre: g, fluff, slight angst

>> warnings: slight angst, jealousy,

>> word count: 815

niki stared at the boy next to you, fire in his eyes. he was the never the type to be jealous, but when it came to you, that all changed. the worst part is, you weren’t even his. he had feelings for you for forever. he fell for you hard. it was instant. the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to make you his.

but as he sat in class, staring at you laughing with some guy, he couldn’t help but wish he had done that a long time ago. the bell ringing pulled him out of his thoughts, quickly packing his stuff up so he could go to his next class. “hi niki,” you said with a smile as you walked up to him.

his heart stopped at the sound of your voice, looking up at you, immediately returning the smile. “hi y/n,” he stammered. you helped him gather his things and walked out of the classroom with him, earning a small thank you from niki. you two took your seats in your next class, which happened to be across the room from each other. your seat mate walked in, sat next to you and smiled at you, starting up a conversation.

niki kept glancing over, not bothered by the situation at the moment, since you were just talking. he wasn’t going to be possessive, you two weren’t together. it wasn’t until the boy scooted your chair closer to him, and began very obviously flirting with you, that niki had to calm himself down. again, he wasn’t one to be jealous. but something about you made him act this way, and he had no clue why.

this continued the remainder of the class period, niki storming out of the classroom as fast as possible. you obviously noticed, quickly becoming worried about the boy. you excused yourself from your seat mate, trying to catch up to niki. you called after him, but he ignored you, only walking faster. after what felt like forever, you finally caught up, calling out once more, making niki turn around.

you were out of breath, when you stopped, making niki have to hold in a laugh. you stood up straight, took a few deep breaths and looked at niki, concern written all over your features. “you stormed out of class... are you okay?” your voice was soft, making niki’s heart melt into a literal puddle. he so desperately wanted to tell you what was on his mind, but he knew it wouldn’t end in his favor.

“yeah y/n. i’m okay, i promise,” he said, a small, unconvincing smile on his face. you gave him a weird look, not believing him at all. he seemed to notice, melting under your gaze. he tried to keep it together, but he found that hard when you were around.

“i don’t believe you,” you said simply. he sighed, gently took your hand and led you to somewhere more private. you were surprised to say the least, but you let him lead you away anyway. you trusted him, so you didn’t have a problem with it. he stopped in front of the gym, knowing no one would be in there or around. if he was gonna tell you this, he wanted it to be just you and him.

“okay listen... i’m gonna tell you this and you have to promise not to freak out, or walk away, or make fun of me.” you tilted your head in confusion, thinking of what he could possibly be telling you.

“i promise niki. just tell me what’s bothering you, i’m here for you.” he visibly relaxed at your words, a sense of ease washing over him. he nodded and took a deep breath.

“well um... in class today. your seat mate was being very um... flirty.” he didn’t know a better way to say it. he didn’t have the courage to tell you straight up, so beating around the bush was the best way to go for him. you tried to decipher what he meant for a moment, heart dropping when you figured it out. you looked him in the eye, the smallest of smiles on your face.

“are you jealous?” niki’s jaw dropped at the sentence, the bluntness taking him by surprise. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, making you smile. “what are you trying to tell me, niki?”

he took a few deep breaths, looking back at you, relaxing when he saw the look on your face. you had a small smile on your lips, your eyes sparkling as you looked at him. “i’m sorry i just... i really like you and i don’t want to mess this up.” his voice was gentle, him reaching for your hand.

his words made your smile grow, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the contact. “i like you too, niki.”

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

A Few Words

Based on this request:  I’ve never requested anything but here goes: how about a Thomas Jefferson Modern/Soulmate AU where the reader is friends with Hamilsquad and is really shy and quiet and hadn’t heard the words on her arm yet. When she meets Jefferson, Hamilsquad tries to stop her from falling for him until they all realize that he’s her Soulmate. Is that okay?

I’m a sucker for a Soulmate AU! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Hamilton: An American Musical

Warnings: Modern/Soulmate AU, FLUFF!!! Alexander hating on Jefferson. 

Pairings/Characters: Thomas Jefferson x fem!reader, Hamilsquad, James Madison

You met Thomas Jefferson through your best friends when he came to see Lafayette one evening when you were hanging out with the guys. Well…sort of met him. You hadn't actually said two words to the man. You were far too shy to talk to a guy like him. He was charismatic, charming, with a smile that could light up an entire room and eyes that seemed to say so much without any words actually leaving his lips. You could never pluck up the courage to talk to a guy like that. Which is probably why you had yet to meet your soul mate.

         "Excuse me, darlin'" were the words permanently etched on the skin of your wrist, the place your soul mate would touch first while saying the words. When you first heard Jefferson speak, although it wasn't to you, you thought maybe he could be your soul mate. Not many people went around calling others "darlin'". But the longer you knew him, the more your heart sunk. And it didn't help that, even though you didn't speak directly to him, he was around all the time and you found yourself becoming attracted to him.

         Your attraction was something Jefferson himself didn't seem to pick up on although your friends certainly did. "That's a bad idea, Y/N! The man is insufferable!" Alexander practically whined at you when he figured out what was going through your head. In fact, the only one who didn't speak against Jefferson was Lafayette. "You're insufferable," you mumbled, "Besides, didn't you used to say the same thing about Aaron until the two of you finally duked it out? In the middle of study hall a few years ago?" That shut him up for a moment.

         "Besides, it's not like he even notices me. I can't seem to speak to him," you said, making your friends frown a little bit. "Anyway, I'm gonna go. I need to pick up a few things for the party tomorrow. Laf, you did invite Madison and Jefferson, right?" He nodded and beamed. "Good. See you tomorrow!"

         Meanwhile, across town, Jefferson was poring over his paper work in his office with Madison. "Are you sure it's a good idea for us to go to this party? I mean, Hamilton isn't exactly your biggest fan," Madison said before coughing into the handkerchief he always kept handy. Jefferson shrugged a little before absent mindedly scratching his soul words.

         "It's for Lafayette's birthday. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't show?" Jefferson replied, his lips stretching into a smile. Madison glanced between his face and arm. "Maybe you're hoping you'll finally hear those words." Jefferson glanced down with a sigh. Even though he couldn't currently see the words on his arm, he knew them by heart of course. "Sorry! That was stupid!"

         "Regardless, I'm going. I'd appreciate it if you came with me. I can ignore Hamilton for one night. For Lafayette's sake." Madison arched a brow. "And for Y/N's?" Jefferson's eyes widened a little. He hadn't expected Madison to pick up on the fact that he was interested in you. You were different. You didn't fawn over him or ask him a thousand questions, daring him to prove his love for both America and France. You actually didn't say much to him, but you intrigued him nevertheless, especially when he learned a little bit about you from Lafayette.

         "Y/N? She that pretty one that hands around Lafayette's place all the time?" Jefferson asked, trying to play it cool. Madison rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure. Like you haven't noticed her a dozen times before. I'll see you tomorrow." He left, leaving Jefferson to think about you and hoping that maybe you could be his soul mate.

         The next night, Jefferson arrived to a party in full swing. It wasn't a large party, but that didn't mean anything. Lafayette preferred it that way. Jefferson said hello to everyone before heading to Lafayette's room to lay his magenta coat on the bed.

         As he approached the door, it opened and someone bumped into him. He noticed the person falling and gripped their wrist while their hand landed on his arm. "Sorry! That was stupid!" the voice said and Jefferson's arm began to tingle. "Excuse me, darlin'," he replied, causing the person's head to shoot up to look at him. A pair of (e/c) eyes gazed at him in wonder. "It's you," you whispered as tears sprang into your eyes.

         Jefferson pulled you up gently so you were upright again. You put a little distance between you, making him frown. "What is it, darlin'?" Your brows furrowed a bit and you licked your lips. Jefferson couldn't help but glance down at them. "I-I was really hoping it was you. Now that I know it is, I have no idea what to say," you admitted with a laugh.

         Jefferson chuckled and slowly placed his hand over your cheek. He waited to be sure you weren't going to reject his touch before placing the hand on your face. "It's funny, I don't either." You snorted then looked horrified at the noise, but Jefferson smiled at you. "I don't believe that. You always know what to say. I've seen you in court. Y-You're amazing. Better than Alex even."

         "I heard that. I thought we agreed that Jefferson was bad news." Jefferson dropped his hand to turn and glare at Alexander. He and the others had come to see what was taking so long. "Do you mind, Hamilton? I was having a moment with my soul mate." The house went still and quiet.

         "You've got to be kidding," Alexander broke the silence after a few minutes. You shook your head and showed him your words, now a much darker color than before. "You're not kidding." You gave your friends a smile before grabbing Jefferson's hand in yours. He could feel you shaking like you were nervous, but he let you lead him outside.

         Once you were alone with him, you let out a deep breath. "Are you sure okay with this, Y/N?" You flashed him a dazzling smile. "I am. I didn't think I'd get so lucky with my soul mate. I just don't want to rush this." Jefferson beamed and took a step closer to you. "I feel the same. And we can go as fast or as slow as you want. Okay?" You nodded.

         "May I kiss your cheek?" After only a second of hesitation, you agreed. Jefferson leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek. You swore you almost melted into a puddle right then and there. You probably would have if not for a voice calling out, "Alright, alright! That's what I'm talking about!" You put your hands over your face and hid in Jefferson's chest.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Tag lists for all fandoms & characters are open, by the way!)