#AND I'M A LITTLE CRAZY CAUSE I HAVEN'T SLEPT ALL NIGHT

[sanguineterrain]

Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x reader inspired by the bulletproof vest scene from Criminal Minds? Maybe it's early in their relationship and they're fussing after hearing he's been shot. Maybe with an annoyed Damian breaking up their flirting?

(Here is the scene if you don't know what I'm talking about!! youtube.com/watch?v=C2bjYavXWec)

Haha this was such a fun prompt! Thanks for sending 🩷 I love prompts inspired by tv scenes

jason todd x gn!reader. minor injury, fluff, suggestive/implied nsfw, making out, implied timkon

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Jason opens the door, looking extra comfy in his GU sweatpants and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. His curls stick up in fifteen different directions, making him look like an overgrown chick.

You'd coo if your heart hadn't been in your stomach all night.

"Hey, ba—"

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The force of your embrace makes Jason stumble back a step. You suddenly remember his injury and reel back.

"Baby, what's goin' on?" His eyes are wide. Jason holds onto you, inspecting you right back.

"I'm so sorry!" you say, hands fluttering over his body. "Oh God, did I reopen stitches? Fuck, fuck—"

"Sweetheart." Jason places both hands on your shoulders and guides you away from the door. He kicks it shut with his foot. You both settle on the couch. "What're you talking about? Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" You sit up. Jason rests his head on the back of the couch, watching you. "God, Jason, you got shot! I heard you caught fire this morning so I got here as quickly as I could. Did I reopen stitches? Be honest because I swear to God, Jay, if you lie to me about that..."

"Honey. Oh my love. Y'know I'm crazy about ya?" Jason holds your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks. He's smiling. "I got shot in my bulletproof vest. No stitches required. Who told you I got shot?"

You take his hands and hold them to your chest. "Well, I was listening to the comms 'cause I can't sleep when you have overnight missions and—"

"You haven't slept all night?" Jason frowns. "Baby, you need to sleep."

You scoff. "None of that matters, Jay. What I'm hearing is that you still got shot!"

"'S not a big deal, honest. Just a few bruises. Leslie wrapped me up, see?"

Jason lifts his shirt. His ribs are wrapped in an ACE bandage. You feel around for a secret wound.

"No blood?" you ask, poking at the edges.

Jason laughs and catches your hand. He kisses your knuckles. "No, sweetness. No blood. 'S just a little sore." He lets his shirt fall. You're only a little disappointed by the loss of his bare skin.

"Why would Bruce send you out in a bulletproof vest? Of all the stupid—usually you wear your armor! That's actually bulletproof! Vests are bullet-resistant. That's like saying Gotham rats are toxin-proof. Just because they don't die from the Joker gas anymore doesn't mean they aren't higher than kites when it happens."

Jason kisses your cheek. It turns your insides ooey-gooey. He's always so warm, so solid.

"Mm. I'll call Merriam-Webster tomorrow and relate your beef with 'em. And to answer your question, I was undercover, so no armor. But I am fine. Okay?"

"I'll be the judge of that, mister."

You hike his shirt up to his neck and pat down his chest. Jason honest-to-God giggles, which only encourages you. You pinch the soft skin under his biceps, then kiss down his sternum. He squirms, sliding so he's lying on the couch.

"Tickles," Jason says, letting you love on him.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm trying to conduct a very serious medical examination," you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. "I think I'll need a closer look at these."

You kiss Jason's right pectoral, and his face flushes pink like it always does because you know how sensitive he is there and how his sensitivity makes him shy. Your mouth grazes his nipple and a tiny grunt pushes out of his throat.

"'M just a piece of meat to you, huh?" He catches you with a hand on your hip.

You smile and nip his neck, careful of his bandage. Jason's breath hitches.

"Please, baby, show mercy. Want me to get on my knees an' beg? I will."

"Sir, that is highly unprofessional language for this procedure. I'm afraid I'll have to give you an oral exam to see what's causing that filthy mouth of yours."

"Yeah, I'll show you filthy," Jason murmurs, cupping the back of your head. "Let's see how filthy y'get when I—"

"Oh my God, stop."

"Todd!"

You freeze with Jason's mouth on your neck and your shirt rucked up. Tim and Damian are at the edge of the living room. Tim looks nauseous. Damian's mouth is shriveled like a prune.

You scramble off of Jason, mortified, and smooth down your shirt. Jason leisurely turns his head, still holding onto you. He sighs.

"What d'you brats want?"

"To erase the last sixty seconds from my brain," Tim says.

Jason grins, all teeth. "That can be arranged."

You roll your eyes. "We're sorry, guys. Did you need Jason?"

"Yes. Father wants you back at the Cave immediately for debrief," Damian says, glancing at Jason's exposed bandages with tangible disgust.

You tug down Jason's shirt. His mouth quirks briefly before he registers his brother's request.

"Oh, hell to the fucking no. I got back two hours ago. Tell him to fuck off."

"I think you tell him enough for all of us," Tim says. "It's just a debrief. Babs started timing him and he's been good about keeping them short."

"He can email me. I'm not going to the Cave for a damn debrief."

Tim squints at Jason, then you. "I see. You know, you're awfully energetic for someone who should be recovering. Leslie benched Dick the last time he overexerted himself."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be speaking about exertion after what you and Connor did at the Kents' fourth of July picnic last year, Timbelina."

Tim somehow turns more pale. Damian whips his head around.

"Drake? What is he talking about?"

"Nothing. C'mon, Damian, let's go. Jason can debrief later."

He hauls a protesting Damian out the fire escape. Jason waves after them.

"Uh-huh, take care now, bye-bye! Close the window on your way out!"

The window slams shut. You look at Jason, eyes wide.

"What...?"

He shrugs. "Brotherly blackmail. All in good spirit."

"I see. You really don't need to go? I can wait."

"Nah. Bruce can wait. I have a very important injury that needs tending to."

You roll your eyes, smiling. "Uh-huh. Are you sure you're okay?"

Jason kisses you. "Positive," he says against your mouth. "This is nothing. But I appreciate you worrying about little ol' me."

"I'll always worry about you, Jay."

He ducks his head and nudges your neck like a cat. "I know, baby. 'S why I'm the luckiest guy in the whole wide world."

[rashidartt]

Okay, my impressions of the vengeance saga in my first listen. (I haven't seen the visuals yet, have that in mind)

Sorry in advance, I really didn't slept last night and english isn't my first language so forgive my grammar

Minors spoilers below

Love in Paradise

I mean, I'm obsessed with this song for almost a year now so I don't have much to say about it, you can really feel the improves in terms of production when put next to the demo. The vocals of Wangui are incredibly! is crazy cause she makes me love her calypso, even though I should not hahah.

Dangerous

Another one that is a complete bop, immediately puts you in a good mood.

But I really feel the transition a little off yk? the intro with odysseus helped, but I felt like everything went much faster not only in terms of ritm but in storytelling, like we see odysseus dessesperado [*desperate] trying to scape the island and this woman that he doesn't know and is obsessed with him, to see him in desolation lost of himself, and here he are saying that he loves her (we haven't seen one good interaction between the two), and then this god appears with the key to he go home. It's seven years in three songs. Idk. This opinion may change when I mature the album.

(Edit: I would say that he sounds anesthetized but realized that probably the intention)

Charybdis

AGAIN with the transition, this one feels so very abrupt, put me really off for a moment. But okay. It's ironic cause I think this works like and bridge between the two sets of the saga, is more about odysseus assuming his mission than the fight. Not my favorite, but works well.

Get in the water

"what. no." Oh my.

This one did not disappoint. THE VOCALS!! Steve!! The vocals!! And the production!! You can FEEL the rage, you can FEEL the years of mutual hate, and the way it grows with the song, odysseus washing himself of the composture... you should see my face once I realized what happened.

Six hundred strike

THIS, THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, the transition is flawless you can't really say where one song ends and the other begins, this last three songs forms an amazing sequence.

It summarizes everything this saga it's supposed to be about. Jay what an narrative genius you are.

The rage, the pain, the hate, the guilt, resentment and finally the release. All of this you can read in the vocals, I dare to say is one of his bests performances. Steven is not less.

"monster"

"next to my wife"

I MEANNNN

[pippytmi]

Kacy exes era was definitely something and so was your fic

All of those angsty prompts are sooooo good. The first one where it's late but you can't sleep so you show up at their door in pajamas 😭😭

Fully imagining Kate turning into peak Season 1 mean girl cause she isn't getting enough sleep and is making it everyone else's problem too and then Lucy also can't sleep and it's effecting her performance out in the field so Jane tells her to take a long weekend and catch up on sleep but she can't cause she can't sleep without snuggling right up into Kate

thank you omg i hope I lived up to the the angsty kacy post-exes era 🫡🫡🫡

and holy shit wait i can 100% see the vision for the sleep one? like. jane notices that lucy isnt doing her best and tells her point blank “whatever you need to get well-rested” so when kate opens her front door at midnight she is understandably very, very confused. totally imagine the scene going like this:

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Kate answers the door with an (appropriate) amount of apprehension due to the time of night, but it melts away into soft, plain confusion when she sees Lucy standing there. “Lucy,” she says, quietly, sounding vaguely hopeful and relieved and—Lucy absolutely cannot allow that. 

(The hope, anyway).

“Hi,” Lucy says firmly, “I need to sleep here. Tonight.” She reconsiders her words a little and amends, “Please.”

“Is there something wrong with your apartment?” Now Kate looks concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Everything's fine. Can I—can we take this inside? Your neighbors will really hate me otherwise.”

“Yeah, of course.” Kate steps back to let Lucy in, watching her with that patient, perplexed furrow of her brow, and Lucy is extremely mad that she still finds it cute.

“Jane told me to come here,” Lucy says, once they're standing together in the living room and Lucy is pointedly avoiding eye contact. “Well not here specifically, she just made me take time off to get some rest and…well, she might have mentioned that you're a little off yourself. In her usual cryptic way.”

“Off?” Kate echoes, frowning. “Off how?”

“Well you've been a little—prickly. More than usual. At least, that's what my team has been saying, I haven't noticed anything.” That's a lie, but Lucy is trying very hard to show she doesn't care what Kate Whistler is up to nowadays. 

(Showing up today is just. A brief lapse in judgment). 

Kate crosses her arms. “I've been nothing but professional. If they sent you to complain—”

“That's not why I'm here, okay?” Lucy pauses to exhale deeply. “I can't sleep. I'm driving my team crazy and Jane finally told me to take some time off and…I think I just can't sleep without you.”

“Oh.” Kate blinks, outwardly stunned, and her frown falls entirely. “Does this mean—”

Lucy doesn't let her finish. “I don't want to talk about us,” she says. “I don't want to listen to you explain, or…or anything. I just want to sleep, and obviously, it needs to happen in your bed or it won’t happen at all.” She pauses. “If you’re fine with it, anyway.”

Kate just stares, for a moment. “Is this…wise?” she finally asks. “The ramifications of getting used to being around each other could be…” 

“Don’t analyze it,” Lucy protests. “And don’t look at me like I’m crazy. I just need one night of sleep or I’ll actually kill someone. Can we just, take it one day at a time here?”

“Okay.” Kate bites her lip, looks down and doesn’t look back up. “Sure. We can just stay together tonight and figure the rest out later.”

The act of giving in is very uncharacteristic for Kate Whistler, and deep down, Lucy knows why Kate is agreeing. She knows why Kate is so willing to let Lucy back into her bed despite their issues. And she knows why Kate is currently gently clearing off Lucy’s side of the bed that is so obviously slept-on instead of Kate’s usual side.

But Lucy pushes those thoughts deep, deep down, and instead buries her face into a pillow and listens to Kate’s uneven breathing. “I can hear you thinking,” she says, feels Kate shift behind her. “Relax, okay? We’re just two people…sleeping next to each other…to get one night of rest. It doesn’t have to be weird.”

Kate gives a huff of a disbelieving laugh. “Right,” she mumbles. “Not weird at all.”  

Already, Lucy feels like this is working, all exhaustion melting out of her body as she sighs. “You can touch me, you know.”

Kate coughs. “What?!”

“It it helps you sleep,” Lucy yawns, eyes already closed as she pulls the blanket a little tighter. She has an explanation on the tip of her tongue about how she knows Kate likes the grounding ability to touch, but it fades when sleep comes.

(She swears, though, that she feels the faintest brush of Kate’s fingertips at her waist right before it does).

[justheretoreadfanfictions12]

The Love You Want - Part 6

Sleep Token Fanfiction - Hiding

I wake up from blinding sunlight, my head hurts, my throat feels dry, I'm hungover as hell. I close my eyes again listening to the calm breathing besides me. Wait, who is laying next to me? I turn my head. There he lays, covered in my sheets, only wearing his boxers, Jax is sleeping peacefully like he has no worries in life. I spend quite a few minutes just looking at him. Admiring his beauty. Watching his chest move slowly. I feel so close to him but yet so far away. I try to get up without waking him, he still slummers like a baby. I take a shower & get ready for the day, trying to cover up the dark circles around my eyes. I fail at it. I look like I haven't slept all night. Have I slept? I suddenly remember it all. Singing karaoke. Jax making love to me on a bench. Heading back to the club acting like nothing happened. Partying for hours. Getting back to the hotel. Jax heading to his room but knocking on my door 5 minutes later. Showering together. Him holding me in his arms, stroking my hair, kissing my forehead. Just as I get out of the shower to get dressed I hear another knock on my door. "Give me 2 minutes I'm getting dressed" I shout. I quickly grab a pair of black jeans & can't find any shirt, so I ick up Jax's button up shirt & throw it on. Stupid me. I open the door, Dan grins at me. "Seems like you have been up for quite some time yesterday night. I heard "voices" from your room & you are wearing a man's shirt" he says. Shit, his room is next to mine, how could we have been so careless? I blush. He says: "Is the dude still here? I won't tell Ryle, I promise. He might get a little jealous. But more importantly - have you heard from Jax? He normally never sleeps in, he has terrible insomnia & hardly sleeps for like 5 hours every night. He isn't answering his door". Shit. I need to make up a few excuses. I grab my key & leave the room. Jax is still asleep, I feel like nothing could wake him up at this point. Dan said he has insomnia & can't sleep properly but there he is, slumbering, completely unbothered by anything happening around him.

I turn to Dan after closing the door. "We will never talk about this ever again, you hear me? You never heard a man in my room. I never wore a man's shirt. This didn't happen. Please." I beg. He smirks, visibly amused by my embarrassment. He looks me up & down, suddenly his eyes widen. "This shirt, I have seen it before. Iris, who is the man in your room?" he asks. I feel my stomach turn, no, I won't let this happen. "I have no idea what you are talking about, it's a black shirt & the man in my room is a stranger I met at the hotel bar when I went down to grab a snack cause I was hungry when we came home." I say, praying that we will buy it. He looks at me, then starts laughing. "For a second I thought you were sleeping with Jax. That would be insane, it's pretty much impossible." he says. "Why is that impossible?" I ask, immediately regretting my question, I need to shift the conversation away from Jax, not talk about him even more. He shakes his head. "Man, Jax is a special type of human, he just doesn't seem to be interested in women. Not that he's gay or something like that. He just really doesn't care about dating or sex. I have watched countless women try. He was genuinely uninterested in them all." he responds. I feel something in my jump. I made the unapproachable man not only sleep with me but stay in my bed afterwards. Then I quickly snap back to reality. "Oh wow, that sounds boring!" I say. "I haven't seen Jax since yesterday evening when we all came back to the hotel. Maybe he's out for a walk or something. The tour seems to be stressing him quite a lot." I say, hoping it sounds realistic & unbothered. "This man will be the death of me one day, he drives me crazy." Dan says. Same, he will be my death too, he drives me even crazies than Dan could ever imagine. "I need to get back into my room & make this man disappear now." I say. Dan laughs again. "Was he this bad? Really?" he asks. Oh, if he would only know how good Jax was. If he would only know what his touch feels like. "Yeah." I say & grab my keys. "Good luck finding Jax, I'm sure he will be back soon." I say & unlock my door. Back in my room I sigh, banging my head against a wall, hoping it would bring my stupid mind back to reality, not getting myself stuck in situations like this ever again. I hear a soft chuckle, then Jax says in his even deeper morning voice: "Good morning my love, I have no idea what you are doing but you look cute wearing my shirt". I look at him angrily. "Dan was just here questioning what I was doing last night, almost recognized your shirt on me & asking me where you are cause he can't find you." I say. Jax laughs even more. I haven't seen him laugh this much in the span of a few minutes ever before. "I guess you lied your way out of that situation & saved our asses from getting caught, right?" he asks. I nod. "It was HARD. Very hard. I'm not even fully awake yet & now we need to get you ut of here without anyone noticing," I say. He gives me a sing to get into bed with him. I sit down next to him, he grabs my hand & says: "I haven't slept this deeply in a while now. I guess whenever I can't sleep I'll have to visit you in your room". I can't believe this man who normally is the most serious person on earth is joking about this. "Leo, this was close. Dave almost realized you were the man in my room. We need to be more careful." I say. He just shrugs his shoulders. "You're right, I know, I just loved every second of last night & I want to do this over & over again." he says. We somehow manage to get him out of my room & into his room to get ready for breakfast.

At the breakfast table Dan smirks at me every time our eyes meet, he's such a child sometimes. When Ryle gets up to grab more coffee, Dan quickly says: "Iris had a man in her room last night, I heard them. Don't tell Ryle though". What an idiot. Alex looks at me surprised, then bursts out a loud laugh. Jax just smiles, he looks satisfied. "Well, I hope he gave you a good time." Jax says. I blush. I can't even look at him. Alex keeps pushing me too. "Tell us more!! How was he?" he asks. I sigh, rolling my eyes at Dan for exposing me. "He was great, truly great. Good guy. Very handsome. Knows how to use his package properly. And he's biiig, like really big. Huge would be a better description. He tastes really good as well." I say. Jax chokes on his coffee. I quickly glance at him & can't believe what I'm seeing. He is blushing. His face turns red. Alex starts laughing like crazy. Dan just nods & says: "Great, I'm happy for you. At least one of us had an exciting night". If he only knew..

We spend the day getting to the concert hall, checking everything out, setting up the stage & doing sound checks. The boys play a few songs. After there are done we all head backstage where Ryle pulls me aside. "Iris, I need to talk to you real quick." he says. Oh shit, I almost forgot that not only one band member wants to fuck me, but two. I smile at him. "What's up?" I ask. He looks nervous. Then he asks: "I just wanted to invite you for a nice dinner, just you & me. Maybe tonight?". I'm not prepared for this. I look for Jax's eyes, when mine meet them I give him a sign to help me. He quickly walks towards us. "Iris, I need you for a second. Work stuff." he says. "Of course." I answer, relieved that he is saving me. I quickly say to Ryle: "Let's talk about this later!" & follow Jax. "He wants to take me out. For a date. A real date. What should I do?" I ask Jax. He looks at me with a totally new expression on his face. It's a mix of anger, jealousy & worry. "I can't bare the thought of anyone else touching you. You belong to me. I belong to you. Your touch is holy. You cure me. I cannot watch another man try to receive the same as you give me". he says calmly. His words are so angry, yet his voice is so soft. I throw my body against his, kissing him passionately. As soon as his lips are on mine, there is no holding back. Jax quickly locks the door of the small office we are in. He picks me up & carries me to the desk. He pulls up the dress I have thrown on before we left the hotel, pushing my panties aside, but he doesn't touch me, he starts kissing my neck, my chest, then he dips his head between my thighs, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs, biting my skin, then finally giving me what I long for. He starts softly licking his tongue over my most sensitive spot. He nibbles, sucks, bites, making me lose every ounce of control over my body. He whispers: "You taste so good, I want to stay between your legs forever. But you need to be quiet for me. Shut that pretty little mouth". I nod, trying to not make a sound. It's hard to not scream his name, so I whisper it. "Jax, you are killing me, this feels so good!". Just as I'm close to cumming he stops. The next second his body is pressed on top of mine, he breathes heavily, filling me out completely. He moves slowly, very slowly. His hands are around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips are on mine. He pulls them away, which feels like he has taken my biggest treasure away from me. Then he looks into my eyes while still fucking me slowly & says: "I was made for you. I was born to be by your side. I was crafted to be buried deep inside of you. You finally gave me the piece that was missing form my purpose." then he crashes his lips back onto mine. Tears roll down my cheeks as he makes me cum. The mix of his beautiful words & passionate thrusts is something I have never experienced before. He presses his forehead against mine as he finishes seconds after me. We don't dare to move, never wanting this moment to pass, when we hear a bang on the door.

"Why the hell is this door locked, what are you guys doing?" Dan shouts. Shit, not Dan again. He's already suspicious from what happened this morning, now Jax & me are locked in a room together. Jax sighs, visibly annoyed by the interruption. He pulls himself away from me, leaving me feel empty. Quickly pulling his pants up, giving me a quick kiss on my lips & whispering "Fix your hair real quick, you look like you just got laid". Then he opens the door. I sit on the chair in front of the desk, the room is a mess, stuff that had been on the table are spread across the room, pens rolling around, papers on the floor, this situation isn't good. Dan comes in, looks Jax up & down, then he says: "I don't know what you guys are doing but please be careful. Don't get distracted, Jax. We need you. By the way there's lipstick all over your chest & neck, don't try to trick me. You were the guy in Iris' room last night, am I right? Are you stupid enough to risk what we all have for sex? Really, Jax? Nothing against you, Iris, but this man is incapable of loving, he said it himself. He never experienced love. You guys could go around fucking literally everyone, why choose your work colleagues?" Suddenly Jax clenches his fists. I have never seen this look on his face. Pure anger. He steps towards Dan, grabbing him by his shirt, pulling him closer to his face. "Don't you dare say I could just fuck anyone. You know I can't. You know I'm risking my reputation, my music, my whole life by doing this. I never felt the need to get close to a woman before I laid my eyes on her. She brought me back to life. The first time I heard her voice, I questioned everything I ever thought about love. The first time I touched her, I spent the night praying for forgiveness, but I couldn't stop. I tried, Dan, you know I did. You know I have sold my body & mind to my music. To our brotherhood. You guys know how much you mean to me, you are my life. But she is what I was made for apart from music, she makes the blood in my veins feel warm again. I was literally frozen until she warmed me up." he says. Tears falling from his eyes. His body shakes as Dan pulls him in for a hug. They just stand there hugging each other for minutes, not saying a single word. Then Jax steps back, wiping his face, planting a kiss on Dan's forehead. "I love you my brother" he says. Dan wipes his face too, both are crying. "I love you too, more than anything." he says. Then he looks at me, simply nodding & saying: "His love is my love, Iris. Welcome to the family." then he turns around, wanting to leave. He looks back at Jax & says: "I never saw anything, my mouth is shut until you choose to speak for yourself." then he walks away.

[denim-mixtapes]

15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @urlbitchin thank uuuu <3<3

nickname: mostly just Mandy, which is boring but reliable I guess?

sign: scorpio!

height: 5'3 or 5'4 I don't?? actually know?

last thing I googled: THE CAST TO JOYFUL NOISE LMFAO (I had to see if the guy in the Choir is Kyle from the Legally Blonde Musical and it IS so it was worth the google)

song stuck in my head: for the last 3 days I've had the little snippet of "Like me...JOSH GROOOOBAN!" From "The End of the Movie" from Crazy Ex Girlfriend stuck in my head and I am begging for something else to take over PLEASE

number of followers: 1,082 and I love every single one of u

amount of sleep: i actually slept through the night last night so like? 7?

dream job: I'm kind of already doing it? my dream job in middle and high school was to be a cake decorator, and now I'm a cookie decorator so it's basically the same! I kind of prefer it to cakes now, too, since I'm more used to it.

wearing: Unus Annus crewneck and black leggings and Lilo and Stitch slippers

movie/books that summarize you: I honestly have no idea? I have no sense of who I am to other people or how I'm perceived?

favourite song: it fluctuates constantly but lately I've had Free Bird (a true masterpiece, I don't CARE if it's basic), Happy Accidents by Saint Motel, Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet, Work Song by Hozier, and All Your'n by Tyler Childers all on repeat a lot.

aesthetic: usually it's greasy trash goblin, but when I actually try and dress up it's pretty retro with warm tones? Like really 70s vibes I think? and also GAY.

favourite authors: i've been really big on Grady Hendrix lately, but I haven't picked up a physical book in SO LONG

random fun fact: uhhhhhhhh ummmm OH I once met Josh Kiszka while dressed as a pirate at the renaissance festival. I was so shocked seeing him ~in the wild~ that I was really star struck and I CRINGE every time I think back on it, so I kinda keep forgetting that it happened haha.

tagging 15 blogs I love: I'm not gonna tag anyone cause I have an awful fear of annoying the people I admire!! and a lot of my mutuals/friends have already done it. BUT if you see this and wanna do it, you can say I tagged you!! I'd love to read your answers!

[crimeronan]

here we go! i am considering a 53-minute selection good enough for the moment.

little lyric snippets for each song under the cut if you want some codependency vibes without listening to them all:

symbiotic - starset

something so strange, every time you walk away the energy fades until you come back to me shine your love, show your light pull me out from the endless night it's something cosmic, it's symbiotic

the good left undone - rise against

all because of you i haven't slept in so long when i do i dream of drowning in the ocean longing for the shore where i can lay my head down inside these arms of yours

no time left for confusion - your favorite enemies

i guess it's late for me to share your body's warm but i don't care i'm standing there right next to you when dirty lies are bright and blue

kryptonite - 3 doors down

if i go crazy then will you still call me superman? if i'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand? i'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might kryptonite

undone - noctura

you gave away your last confession to face your long-awaited dreams and now the cloak you wore so proudly it bares your soul for all to see

hold me tight - your favorite enemies

fading for you over and over again i guess it's not that easy, well, i don't know should be running from daylight, sleepless waiting for you to hold me, to hold me tight just like you never ever let me go

firelight - within temptation

we are estranged but drawn to the flame we are like fire to the rain isn't it strange that love is in the way? it never goes away, it never goes away

world so cold - 12 stones

i don't believe men are born to be killers and i don't believe the world can't be saved how did you get here and when did it start? an innocent child with a thorn in his heart

kill your conscience - shinedown

back for more of what you love, back for more of what you hate you can't stop stop stop cause you're already too late so you kill your conscience, cry yourself to sleep kill your conscience, better you than me

the sword & the pen - regina spektor

what if the sword kills the pen? what if the god kills the man? if he does it with love then it's death from above and death from above is still a death i don't want to live without you i'm not calling you a liar - florence + the machine

i'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me i'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me i'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me and i love you so much i'm gonna let you kill me

hollow - breaking benjamin

i don't want to fall or let you go love left me hollow, i'm with you in the end cold, crippled, and shallow, don't leave me here again i can't go on, you are bound to break me in

from heads unworthy - rise against

except for you and me, love, everyone's the same we know, we know, we know, we know but if to live we have to be numb i'd rather know the pain, i'd rather know, i'd rather know

when i'm gone - 3 doors down

hold me when i'm here, right me when i'm wrong hold me when i'm scared and love me when i'm gone everything i am and everything in me wants to be the one you wanted me to be

thrilled to report i actually DO have enough sad-and-insane-in-the-right-way music to make a hunter playlist matching princess luz's. two sides of the same coin.... angst lovers stay tuned.....

[stevesbipanic]

Season 1 Steve meets season 4 steve

And boy does he have questions

This is weird. Steve was almost 100% sure he fell asleep at Eddie's last night. They'd gone to a bar with Robin and Nancy and he had crashed with Eddie which he'd done almost every night these days. So how did he end up in his room at his parents house?

He can hear someone downstairs, so maybe Steve had gotten confused and they'd gone to Steve's? Steve didn't think he'd been that drunk to forget that. Maybe Eddie was making him breakfast? That was sweet of him, with a smile he got out of bed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen.

"What the fuck!"

Steve had barely rubbed the sleep from his eyes before his eardrums were assaulted by a very familiar voice. Wait a minute, he can't possibly be hearing the voice.

He looks up and there in the kitchen, looking very alarmed and holding a knife, is him, at 16 years old.

"I shouldn't even be surprised at this point," Steve's grumbles as he moves past a very confused young Steve and pours himself some coffee.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"C'mon Steve you haven't had all those concussions yet, can't you recognise this pretty face?"

"You're me?"

"The one and only!"

"But but how!?"

Steve sighs, "Well what's today's date?"

"December 2nd 1983."

"Oh good so you've seen the crazy shit, that'll make this easier. Look stuff gets worse, a lot worse before it gets better, and either this is a brain bleed from all my concussions or another weird Upside Down thing, hell maybe you're Vecna back from the dead I don't know, Dustin probably would know,"

"Who's Dustin? Who's Vecna? You mean there's more of those fucking monsters around? Am I safe? Is Nance safe?"

"Oh right you're still with Nancy. Yeah yeah she's safe don't worry, well I assume her and Robin got home safe. Dustin is your little brother, no not biologically thank god our parents don't need more kids to fuck up, but he's super smart, a brat but you're gonna love him. Vecna is like a super creepy dude that's kinda causing everything but he should be dead, I think, probably."

"I break up with Nancy?"

"That's what you take from that? Look Nancy breaks up with you, it's rough, it's going to fuck you up for awhile but you'll be ok, just stop being bullshit ok? Like seriously drop the King Steve stuff it's so tiring."

"Ok um fuck, FUCK. What are you even wearing dude? Is this really what I become?"

Steve looks down at what he'd slept in last night, ah that's going to be a bit rough to take in.

"So um, Steve, kiddo, me.... Do you know Eddie Munson?"

"That freak senior yeah?"

"Well. This is his shirt."

Young Steve's eyes widen, "Why are you wearing Munson's shirt."

"Ok so you know those times you've looked at the guys in the locker room, turns out that's not what straight guys generally do..."

"What the fuck do you mean! I'm not gay dude!"

"I know that. You're bisexual, don't worry there's tears but Robin explains everything. Oh Robin you're going to love her, she's your best friend, an actual best friend this time."

"So what I'm dating Eddie the Freak?"

"Yep, and let me te you he lives up to that name, fucks you real nice,"

"I LET HIM FUCK ME!?"

"Total bottom, but don't worry you'll have all these revaluations in time."

Young Steve looks like he's going through the five stages of grief all at once.

"Look all this is very tiring for me, so I'm going to go back to bed, if you're not here when I wake up, just remember what I said alright?"

Young Steve nods slightly and Steve takes this as enough before heading back up to his room. He lays down and closes his eyes before waking up to a much better sight.

"Hey sweetheart, get a good sleep?"

"I had the weirdest dream..."

[shittyblogname]

Hello! I thought of a cute fanfic idea for Michael x reader. What if Michael and the reader work at Sister Location and they have to hide under the desk together? Thank you, keep up the good work! Have a good day/night :)

Thanks for the request :), I have 2 more Angst requests that I'm gonna write either tonight or when I slept (its 4am here lol) but Michael fluff is always wanted >:)

Warnings: tight space, bidybabs (those mfers haunt me in my Nightmares)

When I write these sorta long requests I listen to the ambience of the game we're talking about & it always gives me the creeps when I reread my own writing for mistakes 💀 (with the phone guy angst I listened to the classic Fazbear chime & legit felt like I'm being watched, dunno if any other horror writer has this xd)

I deadass replayed that Night just for accuracy here

I finished this at 5:15am so forgive me for wacky spelling or weird phrasing oof

The lights went off as Handunit informed both of you about the Situation, a slight panic rising in your chest. You turned to Michael, who seemed to have trouble finding his flashlight. "Oxygen?!" you whisper-shouted, furrowing your eyebrows. "Yeah, crazy innit? We're so deep down that they have to use artificial ways of getting enough into this place." he sounded so calm, as if he's had to do this before. You knew a little bit about him, at least what he was willing to tell you. For example that he mainly works for his father, and he was stuck in establishments similar to this one previously. The motion trigger went off, causing you to flinch slightly. Michael raised his eyebrow, turning around to shine the dim light to the vent both of you came from. "entry way? Nobody's supposed to be here at night." you crossed your arms, arching your brows. "oh really? Who would've thought?" the slight anger and fear in your voice was clear to him, although you were more mad at the system for being so wack. The voice spoke up again, this time telling you about the maintenance vents. Michael pinched his nosebridge in annoyance. "How is it possible that he can think of such technologies in Robots, but not make a stable system that the place runs on?" You chuckled quietly at his words, a image of who he was talking about coming up in your mind. His dad, William Afton. He talked about him before, but when you met him for the job application you instantly got goosebumps around him. Tall, lanky, that creepy smile. It all came together for the looks of a perfect serial killer in your opinion, and that comment made Michael laugh for a good bit when you shared those thoughts in the main office.

"seriously! I've never seen such a creepy dude before." you leaned back in your chair, taking a sip of water from the bottle that you brought with you. Michael was still laughing, the sound of which making your heart flutter. He wiped away a few tears that formed, sitting back up straight. "oh man, I haven't laughed like that in a while." he faced you, a gentle smile on his lips. "thanks."

Suddenly, another female started speaking, startling both of you. You faced Michael again, unsure of what to do. He looked like something wasn't the way he was told it's gonna be, however you quickly dismissed that thought. You opened your mouth to say something, but the horror took a hold of you. Why would you need to hide? You hesitated kneeling down to find the space, heartbeat picking up the pace. Michael however searched around the desk, pulling the heavy steel aside, revealing the hiding spot. "I don't like this Michael-" your voice was trembling, just like you. "come on, we don't have a choice." he turned his head to look at you, concern written all over his features. Slowly, you made your way into the tight space, making sure to not take up more than necessary. He took his place in next to you, almost sitting in front in a protective manner. Pulling the door shut, your ears began to ring. A deafening tone spreading through the small room, forcing you to grab Michael's arm in panic. 'Try not to make eye contact' it was, you feared whatever would be on the other side. He slid his hand down to your hand, grabbing it in a firm hold in an attempt to reassure you. You shared a look with eachother, his eyes soothing you like a warm shower despite the worry circling in them. You jumped when the sound of metal hitting the plate seperating you from the machine on the other side echoed through the office. You were shaking, hysterically checking every single hole in the door before finding a eye. Icecold shivers ran down your spine, causing you to snap your head into the other direction, hitting Michael's shoulder. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, encouraging you to hide your face there. He did as instructed, avoiding eye contact. Your heartbeat throbbed in your ears as you felt the door sliding open, eyes wide with horror. You grabbed onto whatever you could, trying to rip it out of the steel hands from the Robot on the other side. Eventually, it let go again, whispering that they 'have to leave now', followed by silence. Michael shone his light through the openings, looking into the room to make sure this wasn't a trick before opening the cover. He slid out first, grabbing your hand to help you stand. There was a moment where he held you close to him, gently rubbing your back to comfort you. The female voice spoke up again, then Handunit. You shared another look with Michael, agreeing to stay where you were for a bit before you hid your face in his chest again.

[russiandoll-from-brooklyn]

Pretending for the Night

Title: Pretending for the Night

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: It's Valentine’s Day. Nothing more than a typical Saturday in the Avengers Facility, but this year, you convince your teammate (and, unbeknownst to you, admirer) Bucky to spend a night on the town together. After all, doesn't pretending to be normal -- just for one night -- sound irresistible?

Warnings: None

[This fic is basically 90% fluff, 10% angst, 100% cute, romantic soft!bucky.

Word count: Basically 2.7k words of romantic tension.

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"Hey! Don't touch!"

As you turn the hallway corner to enter the kitchen, you're greeted by the sound of Tony scolding Sam. Tony is holding a pastel purple box above his head, eyes glaring out over his sunglasses.

"I didn't, man," Sam exclaims, both palms open in a defensive gesture. "I just wanted to see what it was!"

Steve is seated next to Sam at the kitchen counter and he gives you a little g'morning nod as you enter the room.

"Wow, early start the bickering today," you tease. You stride over the the cabinet to reach for a coffee mug. "Were you out this morning, Tony?"

You gesture to the sunglasses now perched on your dark-haired teammate's head.

"There's this bakery on South Street. You know. Burton's? You have to get there early because it's really popular. Anyways," Tony explains in his typical rapid-fire, hyper manner while placing the box in the fridge. "They have this white chocolate mousse cake. It's honestly just decent, but Pep goes crazy for it. We got it on one of our first dates, so I think it's really just some sort of olfactory good-warm-fuzzy-feeling association, but regardless... Mousse cake."

"Uh, cool, man," replies Sam with a confused look. "What's the occasion?"

Tony looks up at Sam with squinted eyes. Then, to you and Steve, seeming baffled at your equally blank faces.

"You lot are so depressing. Like, wow," Tony finally remarks dryly. "It's Valentine's Day. Sheesh."

With that, Tony sighs, spins on his heels, and strides out of the kitchen.

"How were we supposed to know that?" Steve asks blankly, turning to you and Sam.

"I guess it does come every year," you reply with a chuckle. "Maybe we are depressing."

You blow on your mug of fresh coffee. Morning sun is trickling in through the large Facility windows, bathing the room in gold. You sigh deeply. It really had been a while since romance was on your mind. Being an Avenger was a tough job -- unrelenting -- and honestly, some days, you felt less like a real human and more like a robot just going through the motions.

A few moments later, Bucky strolls in.

"Mornin'," he says sleepily, nodding to you and the others.

You knew that Bucky never slept well. In the three or so years you've known him, he's been consistently plagued with nightmares and insomnia. Your eyes follow him as he pours his own mug of coffee and starts rummaging through the pantry for breakfast.

"Any big V-Day plans, Buck?" asks Sam with a smirk, knowing well and good that his friend did not.

Bucky looks briefly confused, but then shakes his head with a scoff.

"Haven't had Valentine's Day plans since '41."

"But," Steve interjects, suddenly excited. "If I'm remembering correctly, that was one crazy night. For you, at least."

Your ears perk up. You loved hearing about Steve and Bucky's life when they were growing up in Brooklyn together.

"Bucky Barnes, the player," you remark with a grin.

"Oh, you have no idea. What was it that year? Fireworks in Central Park, right? And the redhead?" Steve starts to recount with a huge smile on his face.

Sam makes an obnoxious howling sound which causes you to burst into laughter.

"Don't remember, Steve," Bucky says. His words are dry, but you catch a shadow of a grin before he turns around to flip his omelet.

Honestly, you don't hate Valentine's Day like so many people seem to pretend to. You have fond memories of the holiday from years ago, when life was a bit more normal. You reminisce on past boyfriends, fireplace kisses, pasta dinners, and late night laughter. All of those carefree moments seem to have vanished into thin air. Where did they go?

A thought pops into your head.

"Well, if none of you have plans tonight -- let's go see a movie! Walk around the city. Take advantage of some Valentine's Day restaurant specials!"

"I can't," replies Steve. "I got that report to write up for Fury. He's been down my throat about it."

"I don't have an excuse," remarks Sam, cocking his head to the side. "But Valentine's Day's just not my speed."

You scowl at him and groan. You throw your head back in exasperation, eliciting a chuckle from Sam.

"You guys! Don't you just want to do some normal people stuff? For once?" you demand.

"I'd go."

You whip around to face Bucky, who'd been quietly forking eggs into his mouth. To say the least, you're surprised. But you don't let your momentary surprise give him a chance to change his mind.

"Yes!" you say excitedly. "Meet at the front entrance at six."

You grin and skip out of the kitchen before Bucky can object. You were going to have your night of normalcy, one way or another.

----

At exactly 6 p.m., you make your way to the front entrance. You had opted for a long sleeve top, light jacket, and jeans. You even wore a little gold necklace. It didn't really match the outfit, but you were just so excited for a rare opportunity to wear jewelry.

Not two seconds after you reach the front entrance, you hear another set of footsteps coming down the hall. You turn around, and... wow. Bucky looks, well, really good. He's wearing a grey cotton shirt under a black bomber jacket, dark jeans, and of course, his black leather gloves to cover his hands from the prying eyes of onlookers. You weren't used to seeing him in anything other than his Winter Soldier suit or workout gear, so the sight of Bucky in civilian clothes was refreshing. You can't deny that he looks absolutely handsome.

"Hey. Ready?" he says when he reaches you.

As the two of you stroll out towards the garage together, you catch a whiff of something warm, oaky, and enticing. Is Bucky wearing cologne?

---

"Y/L/N. Party of two," you tell the hostess once you're inside the restaurant.

You'd found this place via a quick Google search -- punching in "towns near me" and "ramen." You'd just picked the one with the best reviews and least health code infringements, so you were pleasantly surprised. The atmosphere is lively yet cozy, the air filled with the chatter of happy patrons and the smell of gourmet ramen. It's warm, a welcome contrast to the brisk February chill outside.

After Bucky takes his seat across from you at the small table, he looks around the interior curiously.

"I didn't know Upstate New York had Japanese food," he says.

"Me neither," you reply, picking up the paper menu to study it. "Ramen's my favorite, though. I hope it's good."

Bucky picks up his menu, too.

"Never had it before. Hey, what's shoyu?"

You giggle at him and start going over the Japanese terminology. The two of you order and make small talk, waiting for your food to come out.

“Far cry from Brooklyn, isn’t it? Best I could do,” you joke, looking around the cozy interior.

“I actually quite like this,” Bucky replies, breaking his chopsticks. “I don’t think city life suits me anymore. Way back when, I loved New York. But now, this is more my speed, actually.”

“You’re such a senior citizen.”

“Hey,” Bucky exclaims with a smirk, feigning offense.

The waitress brings your food over, and the smell is heavenly. Two big, steaming bowls of noodles are placed on the table, and your mouth waters.

“This looks amazing,” Bucky says, about to plunge his chopsticks into the noodles.

“Wait!” you say before he can dig in.

Bucky gives you a quizzical look as you reach for the white bottle of sake between you. You set out two glasses and gingerly pour Bucky a shot with two hands. You then fill your own glass.

“Tradition,” you explain, lifting you glass. “The younger one always pours for the elder, you old man. Now, cheers!”

He rolls his eyes playfully before clinking his glass to yours. You both swallow the sake in one go. You scrunch your nose as the alcohol burns your throat. Bucky seems unfazed.

“So, you never get drunk? Like you physically can’t?” you ask, reaching for your spoon.

“Nope," he replies. "Honestly, I can't even remember what it's like to feel drunk."

You watch as your teammate gingerly attempts to wrangle a noodle in his chopsticks. He shakily brings the bite to his mouth before it slips from his grasp, falling back into the broth. A little splash of soup hits him in the chin. You stifle your laughter as he scowls and reaches for his napkin. Bucky cracks a grin and starts to chuckle alongside you. The pure authenticity of his smile lights something inside of you.

That smile. Bucky really was devilishly handsome.

You and Bucky finish your meal, chatting and joking with ease. You loved seeing this side of your teammate. Just from talking to him, you could tell that his true nature -- before the Winter Soldier -- was carefree, joyful, kind. You felt like you were getting a peek into the past. As if you were actually in the year 1941, sitting across from a young and hopeful army enlistee. So full of life and potential.

When the bill comes, Bucky swipes it from the waitress’ hand before you can grab it first.

“Hey! Let me pay,” you protest. “I’m the one who asked you to come out tonight.”

He ignores your outstretched hand, taking a few bills from his wallet and closing the little leather bill-holder.

“I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy,” he says matter-of-factly. “Please don’t call me sexist for wanting to treat a girl on Valentine’s Day.”

You swear you feel the lightest shadow of blush rise of your cheeks. There was something so endearing about the gesture that you don’t even argue further. You just thank you and give him a smile.

When you exit the restaurant, the February night was chillier. A delicate flurry of snow had begun to fall. The gossamer flakes are illuminated by the flow of each yellow streetlamp as the two of you pass by, walking to the car. You cross paths on the sidewalk with numerous other pairs, many of them holding hands or walking with arms draped around one another. You sigh contently. A gross cliché, you think to yourself, but love is truly in the air. This. This was nice.

You reach your car where it’s parked on the street corner and hastily pull open the passenger side door. Once you’re both inside, you let out an audible shiver.

“Brrrr,” you say aloud, wrapping your jacket tighter around your frame. “It got cold while we were in there.”

Bucky inserts the key into the ignition and starts the engine. He quickly fumbles with the control dials, blasting warm air into the car’s interior.

“Warming up?” he asks after a moment, looking over to you.

You nod, giving him a smile.

“Back to the compound?” you suggest.

Bucky’s hands are on the wheel, but the rest of him is frozen still. He seems to be pondering something. You give him a quizzical look.

“Forget how to drive?" you tease.

"Y/N," Bucky says, suddenly serious. "Can I ask you something?"

You feel that familiar combination of anxiety and intrigue rise up in your throat.

"What's up?"

"Were you disappointed that only I wanted to come tonight?"

Your eyes shoot over to your friend. He has his hands still clutched on the wheel, his gaze directed straight ahead through the windshield. His dark brown hair shields his face from your side of the car.

"Bucky," you start, turning your body slightly towards him. "God, no. I was so happy when you said you wanted to come. I love hanging out with you."

Bucky's shoulders relax a bit at this, and he raises a gloved hand to his face to brush a strand of loose hair behind his ear.

"It's just that Sam and Steve are so fun. They're always so carefree and happy and you know... not me."

His voice comes out soft, almost defeated. It's apparent that this has been weighing on the soldier's mind, and something about that realization makes your heart ache.

"Yeah. You're right. They're not you," you begin. Bucky's eyes finally meet yours, anxiously awaiting your next words. "And that's a good thing."

Bucky lets out a small, sighing laugh as if he doesn't believe you.

"I was just worried you felt weird. Or disappointed. Or both," he says. "Girls don't tend to like me much these days."

You smile at him warmly.

"Honestly, I think I prefer the dark-and-brooding look," you remark with a laugh. This earns an amused chuckle from Bucky as well. "I've seen the photos of you and Steve from the 40s. The Golden Boy thing wasn't really doing it for me."

You laugh together, and for a moment, that genuine smile returns to Bucky's face. The two of you lock eyes for a split second before you turn away, a sneaky blush tinging your cheeks.

You and Bucky sit for a few minutes in pleasant silence. The only sound is the hum of the air conditioning heating the interior, and for a moment, everything feels right. Suddenly, you're in high school again. You're a silly teenager, falling for the boy on the football team. You're sitting, parked, in the school lot, taking refuge under darkness of the night. Your mom is probably starting to get mad that you're out so late, but you don't care. Not right now. It's that moment of tense silence -- right before he kisses you -- and you're wanting him, wanting him, wanting...

"Thank you," Bucky suddenly blurts, shattering the quiet.

"What for?"

You note the nervous look in Bucky's eyes. The way he shuffles in his seat, trying to look confident and cool all at once. You smile.

"I usually feel like such a freak all the time," he finally replies. "The last time I felt like a normal guy was seventy years ago. I guess, I just thought my days of going out on the town with a pretty girl were long gone."

You can't help but blush at his comment. He thinks I'm pretty?

"But tonight," he continues. "I wish it never had to end. It's nice feeling normal."

He holds your gaze, and this time, you don't turn away. God, he is so handsome. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. Buck. Friend.

And there they are again. Those high school, fluttering-madly-in-the-stomach butterflies. What was happening to you?

"I think I like Valentine's Day again," you finally say. The words pass through your lips in a whisper.

Bucky laughs, grinning that oh-so-handsome and mysterious grin. His expression softens a touch, and you see his eyes flicker down to your mouth. But just as quickly as the moment rises, it's gone. It's as if the reins were yanked back, saying 'no, you can't.' Why? A million reasons. You're teammates. You're friends. He's the Winter Soldier. He's scared. He's doesn't trust himself enough yet.

The butterflies are still there as Bucky clears his throat, turning back to the wheel. He puts the car into 'drive' and pulls away from the curb, starting the journey back to the Facility.

You sink back into the passenger seat. You can't help but bite your bottom lip, simultaneously wanting to stay silent and dying to speak. Nothing comes out.

However, in a moment's notice, you feel your disappointment rapidly transforming into a blushing grin. Yes, this was like high school all over again. This was real life all over again. You feel pleased because, deep down, you know that the ride is just beginning. The moment before the kiss. The late night calls. The silently daring one another to make the first move. Fingertips, innocently brushing one another. Stolen glances and the thrill of the uncertainty. The falling.

You gaze out the window peacefully, watching the darkness whizz past.

This was the beginning of the very best part.

[beels-burger-babe]

Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

[hyakki59]

Reader likes Eren - Levi has a liking on Reader at the same time too

(Don't be afraid, it doesn't contain any spoilers. I haven't read the manga in the first place, lol. Also, I don't own the picture)

Eren had betrayed Survey Corps. He wasn't only opposed to Survey Corps' plans, but he was also a prisoner, because he had disobeyed and in additional he managed to break free, illegally of course. Eren wasn't his old self and that was obvious.

You had once visited him in the prison and he really wasn't himself, which scared you. He wasn't looking at you even though you were in front of him. He was either looking at the wall or beyond of you, not looking at your eyes. He was having a frowning face and a determination on his eyes, but also his gaze was lost. Even though you had tried to talk to him he wasn't paying any attention to you. That was making your heart hurt.

You were loving him, you have never told him so. But on the past you were having beautiful memories with Eren, he was always cheerful and he was one of your closest people. You couldn't bear the sight that you were having in front of you, Eren in prison and his behaviour so strange.

"You are not the Eren I know.."

You had told him holding the cells' irons.

"I miss you Eren.."

You managed to say looking down. That was the only time he lifted his eyes and looked at you, still having an expressionless face. You looked at him too, tears wanted to leave your eyes but you were holding them. Eren never said anything so you left him. You left disappointed. You were hoping that you two would exchange some words, that he would say something to you about him.

You had cried many times especially when you were laying to sleep because of Eren's state.You and Eren were so close in the past that you (singular) were hoping that you and Eren would be a pair some day.

When the news reached your ears that he broke from prison, you were shocked. Your heart was one more time broken. You wanted to go and find him. He was in danger. Because of his reckless moves he would end up doing something bad to himself. Also, you have never told him that you loved him and the things gonna end like this? With him disappeared and not having a chance to see him again? You couldn't bear the idea. You decided to go and find him.

The day you learnt that Eren broke out from the prison was also the day that you would search for him. You decided though to flee when it was night and everybody was asleep. You didn't want anyone to see you. And that's how it happened. That night you came out from the back side of the building that you and the members of Survey Corps were sleeping. Once you started walking on the grass, your heart started beating faster because of the craziness you decided to do.

It didn't took long till you heard a familiar voice

"Where are you going?"

That voice was belonging to Levi. You froze for a moment, then started walking again without really thinking.

"I wasn't expecting you to be that rebellious. You were one of the best kids back in the past among the Survey Corps."

Levi added without you giving him any attention.

"Are you going to find Eren? I advised you against it."

Levi added without you needed to answer. You froze once more again. What were you supposed to do? Keep going even someone saw you? You were in danger too. Leave the idea of finding Eren? You didn't feel like it. Your brain was thinking like crazy, without being sure for the right answer. On the other hand Levi hadn't moved from his spot since he talked to you.

"If you will go after Eren, you will be an enemy to Military Police. And to the Survey Corps too."

He continued talking in case his speech affects you.

"You like Eren, aren't you?"

This caused your eyebrows to raise. Had he understood? You felt your body starting to get heavy.

"Even if you find him, it won't change something. He may even hurts you if you will be opposed to him."

Levi was talking all this time with a clam tone. You knew that all he was saying were true, but your heart wanted to see Eren again. You were about to take a step forward until Levi said

"Don't throw away your life for him Y/N, you don't deserve it. He doesn't deserves you."

You stood again still, looking at your shoes.

"Eren doesn't have many years to live. He will either die because he is a Titan Shifter or either because he will do some reckless shit. Whatever you will do for him will go to vain."

The last one was like a slap to your face even though you knew it was true.

"What am I supposed to do?"

You finally spoken looking up at the sky. The night sky was beautiful with it's all stars. It was such an irony for the sky to be so beautiful and for you to feeling so destroyed at the same time.

"First of all, come back before it's too late."

Levi answered to you, but you weren't feeling your legs anymore and fell on your butt on the grass. You were looking at the grass with a lost gaze. Levi then approached you. You heard his footsteps coming towards you. He lowered himself when he reached you, so he would be at your height and placed an arm at your arm.

"You can see Eren again."

He added with a smile.

"But we will do this all of us together."

He caressed a little your back while he was saying that.

"We will try to talk to him all of us. Just don't go alone, okay?"

He told you with a smile full of compassion.

"Now, let's go inside, you need to sleep"

He told you. But you didn't have the inner strength to stand up. You were feeling like crying. You had stood still with a blanky face. Your state was breaking Levi's heart. He was feeling sorry for you. He understood that your body wasn't having the willing to stand up, so he helped you to stand with wrapping your arm around his neck. Once you both stood up you said

"How am I supposed to sleep after what happened?"

You said still looking down, feeling nothing inside you. Levi looked at you, still holding you with his one arm on your back and the other on your stomach. He was feeling sad for you. He couldn't stand to see you this broken.

"I can keep you company till you sleep."

He said to you. You didn't answered anything, but the last words of him made you feeling less lonely. With Levi's help, you both headed towards the building and then to your room. In all the way, none of you were talking again. He helped you to lay down on your bed and he covered you with your blanket. Levi sat on the floor beside your bed and started to caress your hair to help you sleep. While his fingers were shoving between your hair, you let out some tears, still expressionless, and not letting out any sound. Levi was worrying with your state. He had lost so many crewmates in the past, he didn't want you to get hurt or something bad to happen to you. Levi was liking you in an innocent way, he haven't thought something different about you. His feelings may change though in the future.

"Shh, it's okay"

He whispered you

"I'm here"

He added. It didn't took you long to sleep because Levi's caressing was relaxing you and you finally slept. Levi overslept too beside your bed.

The following days Levi was always taking care of you. He was bringing you food at your room, because you didn't have any willing to go and eat. He was always checking out for you when it was about meetings, and if he wasn't seeing you, he was searching for you. He was also coming many times to your room to see if you are okay. He was keeping you company. He was opening conversations with you, so you would be better.

Day by day, you were starting to feel better, in slowly rhythm though. The days that you finally laughed or smiled, caused Levi's heart to melt. He was feeling so happy for you. He wanted to see you always happy. Levi may was really liking you.

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Eighteen)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Seventeen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Nineteen

I remember the first time I really wanted to see New York. I must have been about 12 years old and was watching a random episode of Friends that was on TV. I saw those flashes of the city between one scene and another, and I thought it was amazing, the great stone jungle.

When I turned 16, my dad gifted me with a trip to New York, not because it was my favorite place in the world, but because it was on sale. There were 10 days where the only time I stopped to rest was bedtime. We went to almost every tourist spot, took thousands of photos and it was definitely one of the best trips I've ever been on.

Now, the city that I once wanted to know and live in, like the characters in Friends, felt like a prison. I wasn't there of my own free will or for a truly irrefutable proposal. I was there out of fear and passion, the most dangerous mixture.

I believe that at some point, a few months from now, I'm going to start loving New York, but right now, I can only feel contempt.

I pass through the arrivals gate, looking at those millions of unfamiliar faces, waiting for someone. I'm looking for a sign with my name or the logo of the Hastings Agency.

I find my name in the hands of a boy a little taller than me. Dark hair and fair skin, he needs sun. In an impeccable suit, but fumbling with his cell phone and notepad.

I approach slowly, able to hear his voice, replaying a million things. He said something about waiting for me to arrive and taking me to the hotel. Something about treating me kindly and not asking questions. I stop in front of him with a sympathetic smile, watching him widen his eyes and quickly turn off his cell phone.

“Miss McGonagall, welcome to New York.” he takes my hand, squeezing it and shaking it quickly. “I'm Edward. I will be responsible for your schedule.” I can't control the smile, noticing him nervousness. In other words, he was my Noah.

“Hi! Yeah, you can call me Marnie, that's fine. I prefer, actually.”

“Oh! Of course.” his cheeks turn pink. “Well, I'll drop you off at the hotel to rest and tomorrow at 8:00 am you should be at Valentino's studio for the rehearsal of the new bag collection. At 2:45 pm you should already be at Chanel's studio, they want to take your measurements and do some color and fabric tests for the fashion show at the end of the month. Then, at 5:00 pm, you will participate in the E! podcast, and I believe that after that you will be free for the rest of the day.” he passes it on to me as we head out of the airport.

“OK!” that's all I have to say.

“Sorry if I'm being nosy, but were you the one who required a lot of work for the next two months? I mean, you have a really busy schedule. If you don't want something, I can try to help.” he flips through the calendar while we wait for a car.

“No! It's OK. I was the one who asked. I was down for a while and I need to get back to work.” I give a slight smile, debating. "Hm, was the doctor I asked for by any chance be marked?"

“Yes! Wednesday at 3pm.” he smiles proudly, making me smile too. Edward seems like a nice guy.

We got into a silver car and went to the hotel. Along the way, Edward answers a few calls, closing in on his tasks. I seize the moment and close myself in my own world. I get my cell phone, turning it on and seeing that tsunami of people looking for me. Missed calls, messages, dm on twitter and instagram, everyone looking for me, but not him.

I lock my cell phone, trying to focus my mind on the new beginning I sought for myself. I admire the city through the car window, trying to find a piece of home there. I feel the phone vibrate in my lap with Kyleen's name, but I just decline the call. In seconds, the screen lights up again and several messages come in, I believe they are hers, but I don't even bother to look. I have no courage.

The car stops in front of the Intercontinental, and just like that, Edward jumps out of the car.

“Your loft, unfortunately, is not ready yet. So you're going to have to stay here for a few days.” he explains, heading towards the reception desk.

I stand behind him, taking in the details of the hotel. Before long, I'm entering a room on the 14th floor, with a beautiful view of the city. The bags are left in the small room before the bedroom.

I smile at my new “Noah” showing that everything is perfect.

“Good! I'll let you rest for tomorrow. Anything, these are my phones.” he gives me a card. "And you can call me at any time. I live near here, I will come in a few minutes.”

“Thank you so much, Edward. You are very kind." Again, your cheeks turn pink.

As he heads for the door, I start rummaging through my bags for pajamas.

“Hm, sorry if I'm not being professional right now, but since I believe we'll be working together in the next few months, I imagine a good relationship is essential, so you can call me Eddie.”

I open an even bigger smile, seeing that Eddie was willing to make a friendship, which is perhaps the thing I need most at the moment.

“Thanks, Eddie!” he smiles and this time he walks away, leaving me alone again.

I go back to looking for a more comfortable outfit, ignoring my cell phone blinking on the table as I muted it. I grab my clothes, heading to a shower and stay there for a long time, letting the water take everything.

When I get out of the shower, I pick up the bedroom phone, dialing my mother's number, I don't want to take the risk of answering any of my cell phone calls.

"Hello?" her lost tone makes me smile weakly.

“Hi Mom!”

“Hi, my love. How are you? Marnie, what's going on? Leah came here to say you left without saying goodbye. I called Luke, but he did not answer me and Noah said something about you being to move to New York, you told me it would be just a month.” I cover the phone, not wanting her to hear my cry, letting the tears fall. "Marnie?"

“I'm sorry, Mom.” I can't control my voice and pretend it's okay.

“Honey, what's going on? You can tell me. Mom will help you.” I realize she wants to cry too, and that hurts me more.

“I needed to do this, needed to get away from him.” the revelation comes out before I can see it.

"He who? Luke? Why? I thought everything was fine.” her desperate tone returns.

“I'm sorry I can't talk.” I close my throat, holding back tears. “I just want to let you know that I arrived well and that everything is fine.”

“Fine? Marnie, just look at your voice, your condition. I saw what you did to the apartment. Honey, things aren't fine.” now she was angry.

“Mom, please just trust me. I know what I'm doing.” Do I? I clear my throat, holding back the emotion. “I just wanted to call to say I got okay. Later we'll talk.” I hang up the phone before she asks anything else.

I head to the bathroom, drying my hair. I notice that yesterday's anger is still in me as I can't face my image in the mirror, refusing to look deep into my eyes.

With dry hair, I go back to my room, thinking about taking a nap, since I haven't slept all night and even less on the flight. I close my eyes, trying to focus my thoughts on something else. I think about that taxi I saw earlier, trying to park. Or people crossing the street without looking at the sign. At the cookie shop I want to see.

I manage to evade Luke's, my mother's, John's, and Noah's voices, giving myself more and more to the sleep that finally came. Far away, I hear someone knocking hard on the door, but I ignore it, as I had the same thoughts yesterday morning. But I wake up when the pounding comes back stronger and Leah's voice enters the room.

“Marnie Elizabeth McGonagall, open this shit now before I drop it and you know I'm capable of it.” I leap out of bed, running to the door.

She can’t be here.

I open the door, revealing Leah with perhaps the worst expression I've ever seen in the world. She was furious, if not more so. As she storms into my room without waiting for an invitation, I quickly look down the hall, seeing a couple look at me startled. I smile awkwardly, closing the door.

“What are you doing here?” I question, still not understanding.

"What are you doing here? And without warning anyone. Fading in the morning. Breaking up with Luke. What the fuck was that?” she screams.

For a second, I see that my amnesia was an issue with my plan. By not remembering my friendship with everyone, I really believed that I just left and everything would be fine. I didn't imagine anyone would cross the country for me, to understand what was going on.

And if Leah did it, it's a matter of hours before someone else does. They weren't going to leave me alone, they weren't going to forget me, and they weren't going to let this story pass. I need to push them away, but I don't know how.

"Go on, Marnie. What the fuck is going on? And if you tell me it's a job offer, I swear I'll fly at you without pity or mercy, and I'll slap the truth out.” she cross her arms.

I consider the last option a lot because I know she can do it. But I won't tell her the truth, that's not an alternative. I want to believe that if I don't back off, she'll see I'm not lying and won't attack me. And even if she tries, I just run away, I'm closer to the door and there's an armchair between us.

"But it is what it is!" I shrug.

“Stop it!” she screams. “Stop lying, Marnie. Everyone. Everyone knows you're lying, so why don't you tell the truth?” she waves her hands through the air.

“Because there's no other truth, Leah. Will I have to draw it for you?” I make the same moves she does.

“Be my guest!” she sits on the couch. I sigh wearily. I haven't slept for hours, I'm angry with myself and the world and now that I thought the situation was resolved and I just had to go on with my life, she comes and messes everything up.

“Why are you here?” I stay upright.

“I do not know! It must be cause you went crazy and disappeared without saying anything. Didn't answer my calls, no one had any answers about what was going on. So I took my father's jet and came to resolve this situation and I don't leave here without an answer at least.”

In the same way I laugh at Noah, I laugh at her, thinking it will fix everything. Leah carries the same expression as her brother, neutral, mocking.

“Why did you break up with Luke?” she asks quietly.

The mention of his name makes me shiver. I notice how my stomach turns and try to ignore it. I wonder if I can subtly extract some information from his state, but I don't want her to think I still care about him.

"Cause I wasn't in the mood anymore." I shrug, walking through space.

“My God, you've actually lied better.” I glare at her. “You know you're in trouble here, I know you better than anyone. I know you are lying and that you are going through some difficult situation. I even have my theories. So you're going to have to work a lot harder to trick me or get me out of here.” she cracks a smile, feeling victorious.

"Oh do you have? What are your theories?” I mock her.

“The first is that you really freaked out with amnesia and you can't handle it. The second is that you can't handle your feelings about Luke, it happened once before. And the third is that someone put some shit in your head and made you believe that everything would be better if you were out of the way.” I feel her gaze burning into me, looking for any reaction.

I let out a laugh, not forced, nervous that she got it right. Leah raises an eyebrow.

“You really traveled on your theories. Sorry, none are right.”

As if by magic, the answer appears to me. The only way I was going to get rid of everyone and go through with the plan without a hitch was to make her hate me. Make everyone hate me, just like I did Luke.

Just considering their hate for me makes my heart ache. But I need to do this. For Luke. For the boys. It's for their success.

“You know, a few months ago you were asked to be in a movie and you didn't take it cause you said you were a terrible actress. Isn't that right?” she gets up again. “Noah told me you said you were doing this for Luke, because you loved him. Marnie, what are you trying to hide?” she comes closer.

I feel dirty because of the attitude I'm going to take. It's low, very low, but I need her to hate me.

"Look who talks about hiding." I give a cynical laugh. Leah looks at me confused. "Don't you have anything to tell too?" she still doesn't understand. “You and Kyleen?”

Hastings freezes. The bitter taste of my act starts to fill my mouth. I’m sorry, Leah. I’m so sorry.

“How do you know?” she takes a step back.

"Who do you think closed the bathroom door on Ash's birthday?" I raise my eyebrows.

“Is not the same thing.”

“It isn’t? Aren't you hiding something from all of us?” I force a smile like hers a few minutes ago.

“No! Cause I'm not pushing everyone away, I'm not telling lies. And if you asked me, I would tell you the truth. Deep down, you know why I didn't say anything. You know my dad hasn't accepted Noah yet, that this is a problem in our family, and you know he wouldn't accept me either. You know that deep down I'm trying to protect both of us.”

“Oh! Do I?” I debauchery more. Right now, I feel horrible when I see your eyes water. I'm so, so sorry.

“I know what you're trying to do and I'm not going to stage it.” she walks past me to the door.

"Didn't you want to talk? I am talking.” Leah turns to me, straining the knife I carried in my chest, letting me see her crying face.

“You're trying to make me hate you.” now I'm the one who freezes. She laughs. “See how I know you? You are very predictable, Marnie. And as much as I know of your intention, I will not allow you to reach your goal. I hope that one day, not too far away, you realize what a big shit you're doing.” she opens the door, going. “Oh, and before I forget, since it's meant to hurt. Congrats, since your little chat with Luke, he's been locked in his room, needing Michael to keep an eye on him.” so Leah slams the door and strikes the final blow.

I bite the inside of my mouth, letting the tears fall. Honestly, I didn't even have the strength to hold back anymore. The rage burning inside me gives way to pain. I imagine Luke locked in his room, lying on the bed, hating me. Hating what we had and what we thought we had.

I walk over to my suitcase, pulling out a package, with the photos I'd taken from the box and the little white box he'd given me. I open it, holding the necklace with his name on it, the one he gave me.

Even knowing what I had to do, I wouldn't get rid of this necklace, I don't have the courage. It was easier to buy an equal one and put it in his hand. What he did to me would be kept with me forever.

““Closed eyes.” he fights.

"I have my eyes closed." I rebate. “Lucas…” I chide him, when I feel his lips on the back of my neck.

“Sorry, I got distracted.” I hold back the urge to laugh. “Closed eyes.”

"If you say it one more time, you'll get hit." I threat.

"How, if you can't see me?" right now, the urge to hit him is so strong that I follow the sound of his voice, trying to kick him. “Hey! No rudeness, otherwise you'll be left without a gift.” the false authoritative tone makes me angrier. “Good girl!”

“Go!” I kicked.

I'm startled by the icy touch against my neck. It's a necklace. Eagerly, I touch the pendant, recognizing the shape. He didn't do it.

“You can open it.” his hands move to my hips, hugging me.

With my eyes open, I run my vision to my neck, finding there a necklace just like his but blue.

“Happy Birthday!” he drops a kiss on my cheek.

I hold the blue quartz, seeing Luke's name engraved on the back. I let a stupid smile spread across my face, glaring at my boyfriend with the same.

"Want to explain why we're wearing practically identical necklaces?"

“It's a little obvious. Couples wear rings and I know what a problem you have with rings.”

“It’s not a problem.” I try to defend myself.

“It's just Alzheimer's. You know, in some people, it starts before they're 70 years old.” I hit him, and he laughs, before he hugs me. "Like I was saying, I know you're not into wearing a ring, so since I already had my necklace, I thought you'd have yours. That way we'll always be close to each other's hearts.” I rest my hands on his shoulders, standing on tiptoes.

"Have I told you I love you today?" I whisper, moving closer.

“Not after 5 pm.” he pouted, looking at the clock on the wall.

I don't know how I managed to kiss him with such a stupid smile on my face.

“Why do I like you, huh?” I question, stealing a little kiss.

“Because I'm cheesy and romantic. And even if you deny it, I know you get attached to it.” he opens a victorious smile.

"Don't ever say 'get attached' again." I beg laughing.

"What is it, bae? That was awesome.” he laughs.

“No!” I scream, laughing.

"What is it, babe girl? Don't you stick to my way of get in?” he keeps teasing me.

I place my lips on yours, determined to shut your mouth and thank you that it works. My mental reminder of “we're late for dinner” evaporates when his hands reach under my shirt. I scratch the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

“We're late for dinner.” he says against my mouth as I start to unbutton his shirt.

“Just say the traffic was like hell.” I suggest kissing his neck.

Luke accepts the idea, picking me up and walking me back to the bedroom."

It's not hard to know that we were late for dinner that day. But I didn't care, I had been given a necklace with his name on it, a necklace that showed how our relationship was getting more and more serious.

I also realize that the two times I got this necklace, at least once I ended up in bed with him. In fact, in both, but only one made it to the end.

“I hate myself.” I say tiredly, going to the minibar to get anything containing alcohol that makes me forget everything.

I call the front desk for two bottles of champagne and the biggest snack they have. I pick up the small whiskey bottles, turning one after the other, as if they were shot. I shake my head, wanting the effect to start faster.

“I hate myself. Leah hates me. Kiki must hate me now too. Just like Noah and everyone else there. Everybody hates me.” I turn the last one over, shaking my head once more. “Luke hates me. Hates me too much.” I comment, hugging the pillow.

I pick up a Polaroid of ours, staring at our happiness marked there. What am I doing?

I throw my head in my hands, lost. I wonder what might happen if I crawl into bed and don't go out for the rest of the month. Probably more people will hate me, but who doesn't hate me now? I mean, just get in line.

Awakened from the thought, when someone knocks on the door. For a second, I wonder who it was, then remember I ordered room service. I walk to the door, feeling the weight of the six small bottles.

My stomach churns and I feel an overwhelming urge to vomit as I land my eyes on the redhead in front of me. Red-haired?

"Bethany?"

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

songs that make me think of vampy and why

this is for drea and leyla ONLY thank u

daylight- taylor swift "i don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you" bc vampy loves her so much he only wants her 😔 midnight love- girl in red "I know I'm the last one you try to call but I always give in to give you it all" "your silver is my gold" bc miss chiropractor treated him terribly but he loved her with everything and would have gone back to her no matter what watch you sleep- girl in red this one is obvious: bc vampy watches bloodbag sleep :) also "the scar on your spine, you fell off a roof when you were nine" is all appreciating the tiny details about someone and that is definitely something vampy would do :( paper rings: taylor swift "i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this" line without a hook- ricky montgomery "oh baby i am a wreck when i'm without you" bc vampy loves bloodbag so much he just wants to be with her always 😔 dead girl in the pool- girl in red this one is kinda weird but i feel like bloodbag is gonna die at some point and then vampy will just be like "theres a dead girl in the pool (or wherever her corpse is laying slfjskldfjkldsj) i don't know what to do" and then he's gonna make this face

bad habits- ed sheeran bc he was just slutting around before he met bloodbag demons- imagine dragons dont make fun of me for this I KNOW but fr it's vampy renegade- taylor swift "you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody" he needs bloodbag 😔 starting line- luke hemmings i can't really explain this one but it's like how you always talk about how his happiness is overshadowed by the fact that he's a monster or whatever million dollar bills - lorde "theres nothing i want but money and time" and vampy has literally all the money and time :) solar power- lorde this is harrys hot girl anthem idk happiness- taylor swift "there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you" this is him reminiscing on miss chiropractor i wanna get better-bleachers "i didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face" "I didn't know i was broken til i wanted to change" come on 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 good 4 u - olivia rodrigo this is his fuck u song for miss chiropractor my tears ricochet- taylor swift "if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake" it's ironic innit 😌 what a feeling- one direction "what a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms" please 😔 "everybody needs someone around" 😔😔😔 "but i can't hold you too close now" bc he has severe attachment and commitment issues :) all you had to do was stay- taylor swift "had me in the palm of your hand, then, why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in" omg miss chiropractor really hurt him 😔 king of my heart- taylor swift "and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for" bloodbag @ vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 cruel summer- taylor swift "I love you ain't that the worst thing you ever heard" bc he knows getting close to bloodbag will ultimately only lead to pain for everyone involved "i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you" bc he can't tell bloodbag everything about him even tho he probably wants to :( thank u next- arianna grande this is weird BUT if miss chiropractor hadn't fucked him up so much he never would have met bloodbag tear in my heart- 21 pilots again don't make fun of me for this I HAVE AN EXPLANATION "you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time but that's okay i'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine" if bloodbag fell asleep in his car he would definitely do this :( shape of you-ed sheeran "now my bedsheets smell like you" his room probably smells like honey and lavender all the time now and he's probably foaming at the mouth constantly cowboy in LA "let's skip the club, lets skip the crowd, i wanna take you on a date" bc they both hate clubs!!!!! "I'll hold your hand I'll hold the door bc that's how i was raised" he's a gentleman 😔😔😔😔 & burn- billie eilish "i'll sit and watch your car burn with the fire that you started in me, but you never came back to ask it out" idk for some reason this has vampy and miss chiropractor vibes take me to church- hozier religious trauma babes 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼 speechless- dan+shay "i'm speechless, staring at you standing there in that dress" love 😔 yours- russel dickerson "i came to life when i first kissed you, the best me has his arms around you, you make me better than i was before, thank god i'm yours" SCREAMING AND CRYING AND SHAKING tolerate it- taylor swift "i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it" MISS ******** DIDN"T APPRECIATE OR CELEBRATE HIS LOVE MIA- anarbor "thinking about my life and everything i did wrong along the way"😔 lay low- josh turner for when bloodbag and vampy go to a cabin in the woods for a week and just love each other 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 who can save me now- anarbor "you stabbed me in the back" this one is pretty literal LSKFJLKSJFLKDSJ "you could have at least been kind enough to let me turn around" ouch 😔 dopamine- anarbor "i'm hooked on your dopamine" vampy and bloodbag ugh lie to me- 5sos this give me vampy and ******** vibes "i wish we never met, cause you're too hard to forget" "while i'm cleaning up your mess i know he's taking

off your dress" bc she probably cheated on him while they were together 😔 and he would have stayed with her if she told him she loved him, even if he knew it was a lie 😔 cotton candy- yungblud it's just a happy song with good vibes like bloodbag and vampy currently have :) small talk- niall horan i don't even have to say anything here pillowtalk- zayn "so we'll piss off the neighbors" chappy 9 vibes dancing with our hands tied- taylor swift "i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" vampy rn 😔 once in a lifetime- one direction vampy will live a million lifetimes but he will only ever have one bloodbag 😔 holy ground- taylor swift "tonight i'm gonna dance for all that we've been through but I don't wanna dance if i'm not dancing with you" they've come so far omg 😔 since we're alone- niall horan "you can show me your heart, if you put it all in my hands no i swear no i won't break it apart" crying if i could fly- one direction "for your eyes only i'll show you my heart" rollercoaster- bleachers again i can't explain it but it makes me think of him 😔 so long- niall horan "so if we knew all along why did it take so long" good question bestie current location- LANY "i need your current location to be my current location" they're idiots in love and want to be together all the time 😔 why dont we go there- one direction "hey i don't want you to be the one that got away i wanna get addicted to you you're rushing through my mind i wanna feel the high i wanna be addicted" well hes already addicted to her blood so might as well like you lots- LANY bc they both have issues and can't say love lmao too much to ask- niall horan vampy though wanting love was too much to ask of miss chiropractor 😔 walking in the wind- one direction this one just has his vibes man 😔 heartbeat- carrie underwood "dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat" bc vampy is obsessed with listening to bloodbag's heart (fan behavior if you ask me) idfc- blackbear this is vampy and ******** bc "tell me that you love me even if it's fake" city of angels- 24kgoldn "i sold my soul to the devil for designer" yes this made me laugh the woods- olivver the kid "waking up in the middle of the woods" "don't you wanna get out of here, out of the woods" flashback to when he was dead in the woods oop "you brought me down to the river, and you pushed me in, hoping that the white rapids would challenge my ability to swim" bc... she's a murderer omg this verse is talking about leaves and i'm freaking out it fits 100% this is crazy "You pick up two handfuls You tell me they're all dried up & dead You know that's nothing like us We'll live forever instead" just a little bit of your heart- ariana grande vampy bc he loves so deeply and completely that he will give all of himself to someone even if they won't do the same my strange addiction- billie eilish bc he is addicted to her blood :) cross your mind- niall horan this is vampy and ******** "love the way you hurt me and it doesn't even cross your mind" "leaving me in pieces (literally lmao) but i swear it's worth it every time" everywhere- niall horan that scene where vampy smelled some perfume or soap or something and it made him think of bloodbag 😔 everything makes him think of her now 😔 "swear it's hard to think it's hard to breathe when you're in the air" put a little love on me- niall horan "you're the only one i need" 😔 bend the rules- niall horan VAMPY AND ******** ALL THE WAY "i'm not saying that you're lying but you're leaving out the truth" heartbreak weather- niall horan "all of my life i've been sleepwalk living, running around the same bars i've been in, it can be so lonely in this city, but it feels different when you're with me" bloodbag and vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 mr loverman- ricky montgomery "i miss my lover man" vampy is probably dramatic like this all the time now that they're official 😔 bad blood- taylor swift again, just for the irony 😌 vapor- 5sos "i want to breathe you in like a vapor i want to be the one you remember i want to feel

your love like the weather all over me" they're so in love like this 😔 catch fire- 5sos "all my life i've been waiting for moments to come" he's been waiting for bloodbag his entire life 😔 beside you-5sos "i wish i was beside you" they want to be together all the time 😔 black and white- niall horan "that first night i was standing at your door fumbling for your keys then i kissed you" ARE YOU KIDDING ME not in the same way- 5sos this is vampy and ******** just bc they were so toxic lkfjskldfjsdlkjf lonely heart-5sos "and i haven't slept in days" lmao ghost of you-5sos "my feet dont dance like they did with you" thinking about when vampy danced for bloodbag and what if they break up 👁️👁️ why wont you love me- 5sos vampy at ******** 😔 he just wanted to be loved 😔😔😔😔😔 fool's gold- one direction "i let you use me from the day that we first met" "i know your love's not real, but that's not the way it feels" STOP IM SAD last first kiss- one direction "let me be your last first kiss" i want them to be together forever 😔 truly madly deeply- one direction "foolishly completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in" bloodbag really snuck into his heart huh 😔 fireproof -one direction "nobody saves me baby the way you do" ugh 😔 long story short-taylor swift "clung to the nearest lips long story short it was the wrong guy" (or in vampy's case the wrong vampire) gold rush-taylor swift "and the coastal town we run around has never seen a love as pure as it" bloodbag and vampy are all i want 😔 no judgement- niall horan bc vampy would never judge bloodbag 😔 daddy issues- the neighborhood again im not even gonna say anything here new angel- niall horan "the touch of someone else to save me from myself" this is vampy 😔 god is a woman- ariana grande vampy after he brought bloodbag home the first time something like this- the chainsmokers "just something i can turn to, somebody i can kiss" ALL VAMPY WANTS IS LOVE sweater weather- the neighborhood idk this song makes me think of him all of me- john legend "all of me loves all of you all your curves and all your edges all your perfect imperfections" KSFLKSDJFKLDJSFLJSDKLFJDSKL i like me better- lauv "i like me better when i'm with you" she makes him a better person 😔 sex- eden "oh no, i think i'm catching feelings" vampy when bloodbag went on a date with someone else half a heart- one direction bc bloodbag completes him 😔 theyre so disgusting 😔 only angel- harry styles "turns out she's a devil in between the sheets" woman- harry styles vampy when she was on a date with someone else bc hes a jealous moron temporary fix- one direction this has chappy 1-2 vibes a.m.-one direction when they first started falling in love and he wanted to be with her more often 😔 something great- one direction "i want you here with me like how i pictured it so i don't have to keep imagining" through the dark- one direction just all of this song 😔 happily- one direction "you know i wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep i just want it to be you and i forever" 😔 electric love- borns "i can't let you go now that i got it" canyon moon- harry styles they're just happy like this rn 😔 sunflower vol. 6- harry styles "kiss in the kitchen like it's a dancefloor" "mouth full of toothpaste" when they brushed their teeth together 😔 adore you- harry styles obviously

[hogwartsmysteryho]

Omg, I love the Swiftie game maybe a little too much, ngl 👀 You are amazing!

Seeing as I'm the most terrible person at choosing and you said multiple requests were fine....

How about Seliot, Lizion, and Dylanielle? 💛💛💛

(If you only want to do one, that's so fine!)

eeeeeeeek let’s talk some taylor!!!!!!!!!!

seliot - “The Way I Loved You” (Fearless) eliot belongs to the marvelous @kc-and-oc

“He is sensible and so incredible /And all my single friends are jealous” this is pretty straightforward: eliot is a very sensible ravenclaw, and there’s a reason selene is into him in the first place. and i too would be jealous of anyone dating adam brody’s face.

“He opens up my door and I get into his car / And he says you look beautiful tonight / And I feel perfectly fine” eliot is quite the courteous little gentlemen when the two are getting along, and i feel like this line fits with that one wildflower prompt u did for these guys!

“But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain / And it's 2AM and I'm cursing your name / You're so in love that you act insane / And that's the way I loved you” if i could only use one word to describe seliot, i’d say passionate. and that includes their breakups and heartache as well as their good times. the chorus of this song really captures that passion that i associate so strongly with seliot.

“Breaking down and coming undone / It's a roller coaster kind of rush / And I never knew I could feel that much / And that's the way I loved you” rollercoaster is one way to put it, and a really perfect, really fitting way to put it i think. i especially love the “i never knew i could feel that much” because hey, it’s their first love, and it’s very intense!

there’s another verse about some more positive and cute relationship things, and then the chorus repeats. then we get the bridge: “He can't see the smile I'm faking / And my heart's not breaking / 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all / And you were wild and crazy / Just so frustrating / Intoxicating, complicated” seliot is many things, but it’s never boring, and there’s never any question how real the feelings are behind it. this song compares a seemingly perfect relationship to a wild and passionate one, claiming that those feelings just weren’t there in the perfect one, and that it’s through all of the crazy fights and breakups that they know how strongly they feel for each other.

hehe if u need some good bitter breakup songs for these two, i am, once again, dropping this album here :)

lizion - “Wonderland” (1989 Deluxe Edition)

“Flashing lights and we / Took a wrong turn and we / Fell down a rabbit hole” all right so this would be that part in aob where lizzie is realizing her feelings for orion, and she’s metaphorically falling into this rabbit hole because of all of the drama.

“You held on tight to me/ 'Cause nothing's as it seems / And spinning out of control” lizzie’s whole world is falling apart- she’s fighting with rowan, charlie, and sometimes skye while going through this big emotional crisis. but, throughout it all, she has orion to hold onto.

“Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? / Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? / Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? / Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? / I felt your arms twistin' around me / I should have slept with one eye open at night” the astronomy tower scene! lizzie gets caught up in her feelings and alcohol and gets a little too rash, which has disasterous consequences.

“We found Wonderland / You and I got lost in it / And we pretended it could last forever (Eh, eh) / We found Wonderland / You and I got lost in it / And life was never worse but never better (Eh, eh)” orion is such a wonderlandiful guy, isn’t he? the vibe that lizion gives off to me is that they seem like they can be in their own little absolutely adorable world together (especially in rockstar au!) “life was never worse but never better” i’m not sure what to add it just feels like it fits, you know?

“But there were strangers watching / And whispers turned to talking / And talking turned to screams” frigging rumors. but, another important point of their relationship and obstacles in aob!

“I reached for you, but you were gone / I knew I had to go back home” that point when lizzie chooses rowan over orion

“And in the end, in Wonderland / We both went mad” well, they didn’t actually, but there was a point when i was worried they were gonna go mad from all that stress!

side note - wildest dreams totally gives me rockstar! lizion vibes, even though orion doesn’t really fit the bad boy narrative the song has :)

dylanielle - “You Are In Love” (1989 Deluxe Edition)

“One look, dark room / Meant just for you” c’mon now, these two are totally the make-eye-contact-across-the-classroom-and-smile type.

“Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke / No proof, not much, but you saw enough” one of the most important parts of this beautiful friends-to-lovers ship is that they show their love through little interactions (*cough* shadow puppets *cough*), rather than reallly grand romantic gestures. it’s not huge proof, but it’s enough to know theyre in love.

“Small talk, he drives / Coffee at midnight / The light reflects the chain on your neck / He says, "Look up" / And your shoulders brush / No proof, one touch, but you felt enough” even when they had one scene that they featured in that zadie and reva story, it was very clear that they were a couple from their casual and normal activities, like studying together, or getting coffee at midnight. and they’re totally the type to accidentally brush shoulders!

“You can hear it in the silence (Silence), silence (Silence), you / You can feel it on the way home (Way home), way home (Way home), you / You can see it with the lights out (Lights out), lights out (Lights out) / You are in love, true love / You are in love” all these two have to do is walk next to each other, and you can just tell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

then we get some more little things lyrics that totally fits them, and we get this gem: “And for once, you let go / Of your fears and your ghosts / One step, not much, but it said enough” they both have the same ghost: this looming quidditch legacy draping over both of their heads! it’s through each other that they can help themselves in that regard.

“One night, he wakes / Strange look on his face / Pauses, then says "You're my best friend" / And you knew what it was, he is in love” it… it just sounds exactly like them! are we sure this song is older than this ship? it just fits too well!

“And you understand now / Why they lost their minds and fought the wars / And why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words” no specific comment, just ugh these lyrics r so good!

send me a character or relationship and i’ll break down a t swift song i think suits them!

[hwajin]

Lyrics

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: I hope this is better than yesterdays story omg, hope you like it. Happy 3rd December to everyone, enjoy☃️

Changbin couldn't help but glance at you. The way your eyes were closed, the way your mouth was opened and little sighs were coming out of it as you peacefully slept next to him in the studio he booked for the night. He was working on a new song and asked you if you wanted to visit him which you gladly accepted to. Since it was quite late already, though, and tiredness took over you rather quickly you fell asleep in seconds while Changbin was still writing on the new song. He smiled slightly watching you, happy that you were here even while asleep. Just looking at you brought him internal peace. Changbin surely didn't know how you were able to do it, how you could have such an effect on him without even doing one thing, but it helped him incredibly while writing music. You definitely were his inspiration.

You suddenly scrunched your eyebrows together, jumping in your sleep before opening your eyes in a shocked expression, looking like you just had a bad dream. The boy in the chair next to you fixated his eyes on your figure, slight worry visible in them, questioning what the reason for your sudden waking was. You blinked your eyes in a confused manner multiple times, the shocks of your nightmare rushing through your body. You needed a couple of moments before you understood where you were, feeling relieved as soon as your eyes finally found Changbins.

"Hey babe, are you okay?", he asked with a calming voice, eyes compassionate. You saw how he was still working on his project, the sheet of paper he started writing on almost fully filled at this point. You wondered if he took a break even once, but you figured that he just worked the whole time you have been asleep. You nodded slightly at his question, flashing him a tired smile.

"Mhm, I just had a weird dream. I don't even remember it anymore, I just know it was creepy.", you shuddered a little bit at the way your body remembered the feeling of the dream, not knowing even one bit of it anymore. You stretched your sore muscles extensively since the nap stiffened you up, the little armchair not being the most comfortable place to sleep in. When you turned your eyes to look at Changbin again you realized that he still had his eyes on you which made you blush slightly. The way his eyes were almost burning into you, but with a rather loving stare, made butterflies go off in your stomach. It was crazy how you still felt like this even after months dating him, but the feeling you had whenever Changbin was around stayed exactly the same since the very beginnings of your relationship. When you thought about it, your love might even have intensified.

Changbin still stared at you without saying a word, making you shift in your seat nervously.

"What?", you said chuckling, not breaking eye contact. He might have made you nervous, but you weren't so weak as to separate your eyes from him.

After your question Changbin was the one to blush. You didn't know why suddenly now was the moment for his cheeks to turn pink since he stared at you shamelessly before, but he disconnected his eyes quickly from you and placed them on his laptop screen. Has he not realized that he's been staring at you? You kind of liked that thought, giggling slightly at the cuteness of your boyfriend. You took some time to admire his side profile before standing up from your chair and walking over to Changbin, hugging him from behind, reaching down to his stomach while laying your head on the top of his. You felt him relaxing into your touch immediately, indicating that he, in fact, didn't take a break while you were asleep. Looking at the clock you realized that you have been with him in the studio for over two hours now, shaking your head at your hardworking boyfriend.

"Changbin, take a break.", you muffled into his hair. It smelt nice, like sunlight in cold winter days.

"I can't, I need to finish those lyrics. I have the melody, but the lyrics...", Changbin trailed off, but you knew he wanted to say something else.

"I- I kinda wrote the lyrics f- for you.", he said quietly after hesitating for a bit.

Your heart heated up at his words, feeling honored, feeling loved that he dedicated a song to you. Changbin turned around in his seat and looked at you, taking your hands into his.

"I know it's cheesy, but you inspired me, I couldn't help it."

The way he said it made it sound like he was sorry, which you found quite amusing. Here he was, writing a whole song for you, admitting that you're his inspiration and still feeling sorry for it. Hell, it was cheesy, but you loved it so much.

"Can I read them?", you asked excitedly, curious to hear the whole song as soon as it was done.

Changbin didn't look convinced at your words at first, debating whether he was ready to show you the words he wrote for you. He found your eyes, shining with excitement and love, smile warming, and he melted at the sight of you. God, how could he say no to this face?

He gave you a shy smile and placed his hands on your waist. You let yourself guide into his lap, curling up into his steady chest as soon as you were comfortable. His buff, muscular arms, which you always had a weakness for, held you close to his body, making you feel cozy in his embrace.

"Here.", he said quickly while giving you the piece of paper with his messy notes on.

"Just, don't look at me while you’re reading them, I'm already embarrassed.", he said. His statement wasn't necessary at all, you could tell just by looking at him: he was a blushing mess and after he gave you the paper he did this thing with his hands he always does when he's nervous or embarrassed. You knew he couldn't stay still when he felt like that, which you always found charming about him.

"Don't worry, I won't. I will just make fun of you afterwards.", you said teasingly, causing him to let out this loud laugh of his.

"Yaahhh, Y/N, then give me this back, you're not allowed to read it then.", Changbin said, fake annoyance audible in his voice while he attempted to grab the paper. Your reflexes were faster though and your hand with the sheet flew up, holding it away from your boyfriend’s fingers. Changbin stretched his body after the paper, unintentionally coming closer and closer to your face, before your lips were only millimeters away. You took the chance without much thinking, pressing your lips against his plump, soft ones, catching your boyfriend completely off guard. You noticed how he started kissing you back after the shock of the sudden kiss wore off, so you quickly disconnected your lips again, smirking at him mischievously.

"Wh- what was that for?", he said with puppy eyes, looking up at you in the cutest way possible. You chuckled at his expression.

"To shut you up so you can let me read the lyrics.", you said, focusing your eyes on the sheet of paper in your hands, excited to finally read the words Changbin wrote in dedication to you. The moment you started reading his words you felt Changbin shift nervously underneath you. You found it cute how shy he was about this when in fact it was the best thing anyone has ever done for you.

The lyrics weren't as cheesy as you expected them to be. They were quite motivating, in fact. He wrote about how he was able to find his way out of hard times because of you, how you guided him through his life safely, how he could rely on you whenever he needed to. He wrote them smartly, though. If he didn't say that those lyrics were about you you wouldn't have noticed. But knowing that this was dedicated to you, knowing that he thought of you like this almost brought tears to your eyes. He obviously told you multiple times that he loved you, but you never knew he felt like this about you.

Finishing reading the lyrics you looked up at him, a huge smile painted across your face.

"Changbin, I didn't know you thought about me like that.", you told him your honest opinion. You saw how his expression changed, his nervous eyes slightly turning into ones filled with slight confusion, but mostly love.

"I know, I'm better at writing stuff like this down. Do- ahhh, do you like it?", he said nervously, body shaking once again due to his embarrassed state. You chuckled at his pointless question. As if there was any other option other than liking this masterpiece of a song. And you haven't even heard the melody to it yet.

"Binnie, I love this. I wanna hear the whole thing when it's done, I already know that this will be my favourite song ever.", you said before capturing his lips in a quick kiss.

Changbin let out a laugh once again while you laid your head down on his chest, watching him finish the song before you drifted off, listening to his steady heartbeat and regular breathing.