#Anon ily please come back I can change I swear

[mouisorange]

Okay but imagine reader did escape Hera “for good”, but they ended up in a village where they’re mistreated, which includes the “boy next door” using them at a bar to show how strong they are.

Reader gets out of the bar to take a breather, but when they come back, they see him on the ground, youth writhering away from him, and Hera standing in front of the corpse.

“See? These mortals know nothing about you. Now come along.”

Before you can answer, she picks you up and walks out of the bar. Could be the Stock Holme syndrome kicking in, but you fully embrace Hera’s “kindness”

The constant supervision would be too much for anyone. Even sending her birds to watch over you and having crows, peacocks even, trying to perch themselves on your shoulders gets to be irritating enough for you to drag your feet back to Hera most times. Even after you run away, birds seem to be after your shoulders and head any time you leave your “house” (if you can even call it that). Hell, a few of them are stubborn enough to try and dig their beaks under any crack or tear in the shelter.  It’s irritating. So much so, that you thought you’d sneer at the pests when the idiot village children, too spoiled by their parents, would take turns terrorizing the poor things. Rather, you found yourself chasing the brats back into the village, and with crows trying to grab at you. 

By the time Lady Hera finds you again, you’re so ready to go back to get away from these damned birds, only for Hera herself to be putting her favorites on you when she leaves you alone next. How are you supposed to do anything with a couple pounds of bird on you??

[stvharrngton]

Are you still doing requests from the smut prompt? If so here’s one

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

anon i’m so sorry i got a little carried away with this one oops i hope you enjoy! thank you to @sweetiestevie for giving me a lil inspo for this ily 🥺💖

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, softdom!steve, oral (f receiving), choking, a sprinkle of exhibitionism 🤌

prompt: “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” from this list (x)

Steve loved to spoil you at every chance he got. Small gifts and trinkets that reminded him of you, a bouquet of roses here and there. He never let you pay for a single date, ever.

So when he proposed a weekend getaway to the big city, fancy hotel, fancy dinner, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The trusty BMW taking you out of Hawkins, Indiana to the bright lights that seemed like a dream.

He’d been all over you all day, clingier, more affectionate than usual and that was saying something. His hand only leaving your thigh to handle the gear shift. He’d lean over to press his lips to yours at every stop light, smiling into every kiss.

Steve’s hands never left your waist as you walked into the hotel lobby, a palm on the small of your back ushering you into the elevator ride to one of the top floors. His lips pressing chaste kisses to your neck and shoulder, your eyelids fluttering closed at the feeling.

The piercing chime of the elevator signaled you were at your floor, your fingers lacing with Steve’s to pull him down the hallway to your room. He fumbled for the room key, turning the metal in the lock before pulling you inside.

You both collapsed on the bed, you straddling Steve’s lap, knees either side of his thighs. His strong arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you into him, his lips pressed to yours in a heavy make out session, a slow roll of your hips over his own. Nothing more, nothing less.

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, your breath hitched in your throat as you pulled yourself off the boy. Giggling as he chased your lips with his own.

“Steve,” you chuckled.

“Just a few more minutes honey, come on,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, lips pressing wet kisses there.

“Steve,” you tried again, “we have a reservation!” Freeing yourself from his grip, you stood making your way towards the bathroom.

He sighed, body collapsing back against the plush pillows and you couldn’t help but laugh at him, “What?” you pouted, “You don’t wanna take me to dinner in a pretty little dress, Stevie?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby, I swear.”

But he didn’t stop there. Fingers twirling in your hair, hands massaging your shoulders as you sat in front of the vanity. Arms snaking around your waist as Steve rested his chin on your shoulder, watching for your reaction in the mirror.

You peeled your boyfriend off you and locked yourself in the bathroom to change your clothes. You knew there was no way in hell you’d be leaving this hotel room if you didn’t.

When you re-emerged into the room, you caught a glimpse of Steve adjusting his tie in the mirror, you smirked to yourself when you saw him stare at you. You made your way over to the bed, perching on the edge to put your shoes on, strappy heels in tow.

As you positioned your foot in the first shoe Steve came barrelling over, “Woah, let me? Baby, please?”

You rolled your eyes at his gesture but let him anyway, palms gripping the edge of the bed as you watched him buckle up the straps of your shoe, a kiss pressed to each ankle once he was done.

Steve’s warm palms wrapped around your calves, hands rubbing up and down until they reached your thighs. He squeezed them gently, lips pressing soft kisses to your knees. His fingers ventured a little higher under the hem of your dress, skimming up and down the slit that was situated at the thigh.

His breath hitched in his throat when his fingers brushed over the skin where the hem of your panties would usually sit, cheeks flushing a little pink, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I think you’re forgetting something, pretty” he hushed, lips kissing up your thigh, fingers pushing your dress further up your legs not-so-subtly.

Steve’s lips followed his fingers, inching ever closer to your bare core. Your skin shivered under his touch, eyes a little hazy as they glanced over at the clock once more.

You sighed, bringing your foot up to his shoulder, pushing him back gently until he sat on his knees, “We’re gonna be late.” is all you said.

Steve didn’t let up at dinner either, touches still teasing, words still filthy. He sat the same side of the table as you now, insisting it was so he could share your dessert.

But his fingers were on you once more discreetly under the table, tracing circles on the inside of your thigh, lips against your ear whispering sweet nothings, “My pretty girl, look so beautiful tonight, baby.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you shifted under his touch, Steve’s fingers dangerously close to your pussy under the table, a whimper escaping your lips as his thumb brushed over your clit.

Steve smirked into your cheek, nose pressing into your skin, “You wanna be a little show off, hm? Not wearing any panties to a fancy restaurant,” he tsked, “I’ll show you off, baby, if you want me to,” his lips pressed to that spot behind your ear now, “fuck you in front of the whole damn city.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at how calm his voice was despite what he was saying to you. Thumb pressing harshly into your clit, your shaky hand reaching for the half full glass of champagne.

You held the glass to your lips as Steve whispered, “You wanna get outta here?”

You nodded gingerly, Steve’s fingers reaching for your glass, setting it back down on the table. He pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, spinning your jaw so he could press his lips to yours. The kiss was hot and heavy, a little more than the people dining in the restaurant needed to see.

It was a miracle you made it back to your hotel room with all your clothes still on. Steve’s hands were all over you, his lips a whirlwind, pressing wet kisses to any exposed skin he could find.

Letting the door shut behind him with a click, you pulled the boy back down to you by his tie. Fingers curling around the black material as your lips crashed together. Steve grasped your waist, kissing you harder, deeper as he walked you back to the bed.

You felt the sheets hit the back of your knees as Steve pulled away from you, “Turn around, sweet girl,” pressing a kiss to your cheek, “hands and knees.”

Anticipation coursed through your body as you obliged, crawling onto the bed, knees planted firmly into the mattress, hands spread on the sheets as you arched your back.

“Fuck,” Steve muttered, hands gripping your thighs as he pushed your dress up your body so it sat around your waist. Your cunt in full view.

His long fingers teased your folds, gathering up your slick and spreading it over your pussy, the pads of his fingers brushing over your swollen clit.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he groaned, pointer finger teasing your entrance, “bet you’ve been dripping this whole time, hm?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you whined, “all for you, Steve.”

Steve chuckled behind you, palms grabbing your ass, pushing and pulling the flesh. Watching with hazy eyes as your pussy fluttered before him. Steve licked a flat stripe from your clit to your hole, tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.

You mewled at the sensation of his tongue on you, moans muffled by the sheets your face was pressed into. Steve kept his hands on your ass, fingers digging into your skin with a bruising grip.

The boy ate your pussy like a man starved, puffy pink lips mouthing at your cunt, tongue licking and swirling. Steve was groaning into your folds; a mix of your slick and his spit covering his mouth and chin.

He slipped his pointer finger into your pussy, curling and stretching you just right, his lips sucking on your clit harshly. You clenched around his finger, the coil in your lower stomach tightening and twisting.

Steve added a second finger, your walls sucking him in. He pulled his mouth from you for a second, “That feel good baby? Taste so sweet.” he cooed.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, both at his ministrations and his words. You moaned into the sheets, hips trying to rut back against Steve’s mouth, “Yeah, Stevie, yes,” you cried, “feels so good, love your tongue.”

Steve hummed at your response, palm slapping your ass as you tried to grind your cunt on him, “Doing so good baby, such a good girl f’me.” His fingers continuing to pump in and out of you.

His hips rut against the bed at your soft moans and sweet whines, cock hard and aching beneath the confines of his pants. Steve replaced his fingers with his tongue now, the muscle lapping at your hole, fingers switching to your clit again.

He moaned into your pussy, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit, eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure he was giving you.

“‘M so close, Stevie,” you whimpered, “please, wanna cum.”

Steve groaned, “Come on, angel, lemme hear it,” fingers rubbing faster on your clit now, “sound so pretty when you cum.”

White hot pleasure rolled through your body as your thighs shook, chants of Steve’s name spilling past your lips as you fisted the white sheets. Your back arched deliciously as Steve continued to lick at you, coaxing you through your orgasm.

His mouth stayed on your pussy, tongue still softly licking at your juices, the sensation causing you to writhe on the bed, the burn becoming too hot, “Steve, s’too much.” you yelped.

Steve chuckled softly, hands coming to soothe the skin of your ass as he pulled off you. Your body collapsed on the bed, rolling on your back as Steve crawled over you, nestling between your thighs.

He cupped your cheek sweetly, lips brushing against your own, tasting yourself on his kiss. Your hands were braced on his shoulders, traveling down to rest on his biceps, squeezing lightly.

Steve pulled off you for a moment, fingers working to loosen his tie and yours fumbled to open his button up, working fast and eagerly. Once he was able to rid himself of his shirt and tie, Steve was back on you in a flash.

Large palms skimming up and down your waist. Mouth and tongue kissing and licking from your neck to your collarbones, fingertips caressing your tits over the material of your dress.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed, “you’re beautiful,” he pressed his lips to yours once more in a sweet kiss, fingers finding your clit again.

You keened beneath him at the stimulation, the remnants of your first orgasm still rolling through your body, mouth parting to sigh into Steve’s mouth.

“Steve,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he hushed, lips pressing wet kisses all over your face as his fingers continued to rub at your clit.

“Want you,” you muttered, eyelashes fluttering against your hot cheeks. The coil in your stomach twisting again, “need your cock, baby, please.”

Steve smirked against your skin, lips upturning against your cheek. He stood back now looking at your figure on the bed.

You looked so fucked out, lips wet and cheeks red, hair splayed out against the sheets. The straps of your dress pulled down your shoulders as your legs were still spread wide, pussy dripping onto the sheets.

“C’mere,” Steve held his hand out for you and you took it, standing on wobbly legs in the boy’s arms. His fingers worked the zipper of your dress down your body, pushing the satin material down until it pooled at your feet.

You stepped out of it carefully, your fingers raking through Steve’s hair as your lips crashed together once more. Lips melding together perfectly, swallowing each other’s sighs. Steve fumbled with his belt, the clink of the metal sounding throughout the room. Hands shoving his pants down his legs.

Steve hissed as the cool air hit his aching cock, vein throbbing and tip a pretty pink, pre-cum leaking from the slit. His hand wrapped around his length, pumping himself a few times, letting a throaty groan tumble past his lips.

You watched with hazy glassy eyes as Steve touched himself, swallowing thickly. His hands moved to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. Your legs wrapped around your waist as you slung your arms over his shoulders.

Steve kept you close with his hands on your ass, the tip of his nose brushing along the bridge of your own as he lowered his lips to yours, tongue licking into you all pretty.

Your eyes fluttered shut into the kiss as Steve walked you over to somewhere else in the room. A squeal slipping past your lips as your back hit the cool of the large hotel room window.

Eyes shooting open, Steve lined his cock up with your entrance, his tip sliding through your folds. He chuckled at your reaction,

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

You whimpered at his admission as he pushed past your entrance, your walls wrapping tightly around him. You both moaned into the quiet of the room at the feeling of Steve stretching you out. Fingernails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders, Steve’s face buried in the crook of your neck.

Steve started the slow roll of his hips into your own, his cock pumping in and out of you sweetly. His lips pressing wet kisses into the skin of your neck, whines blubbering past your lips at how deep he was sat inside you.

“Feel so good baby, wrapped around my cock,” Steve groaned, hips moving a little faster now as the glass began to steam up from the warmth of your body.

Moaning, your fingers tugged at Steve’s locks, “Fuck, feel so deep, Stevie,” teeth taking your bottom lip in, “so full of your cock.”

Your words spurred him on, as if he wanted to go deeper, to fill you up even more. Even buried inside you, Steve yearned to be impossibly closer to you.

His hips slammed into your cunt, his skin hitting the backs of your thighs deliciously, he groaned, “Wanna turn around for me, pretty girl?”

Your body tingled at the thought of being pressed against the window for everyone to see as Steve fucked into you from behind. You nodded timidly as Steve pulled out, a needy whine from your lips at the loss of him inside you.

Setting you back on the ground Steve spun you, hands braced on the thick glass as your chest pressed against it. The cool of the window against your nipples only adding to the slick pooling between your thighs.

Steve brushed your hair from your shoulder, pressing chaste kisses into your neck as he whispered, “Want everyone to see how good I fuck you,” his hands danced over your bare body, “see what a good girl you are for me, hm?”

“Steve,” you moaned, a desperate, needy sound keening from your lips. You wiggled your hips, ass rutting back against his thick cock.

He chuckled from behind you, fingers gripping your flesh, “That’s my girl.”

You were flush against the glass, ass sticking out a little as Steve lined himself up again. Tip gliding through your arousal before pushing into you right to the hilt.

His hips were flush against your ass as he pulled you back into him, pulling out almost completely before going back in again, watching as your pussy swallowed his cock, walls clenching around him.

Steve rocked his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he let out the most delicious moan behind you. You watched his bleary reflection from the window, coil tightening from the sight.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips thrusting faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the hotel room, “take my cock so well, baby, so fucking good, Christ.”

You mewled at his words, hot breath fanning against the glass as your hand snaked down your body so your fingers could rub at your clit. Steve groaned at the sight, his cock bullying it’s way in and out of your cunt.

He snaked his arm around your middle, pulling your back flush against his chest, fucking you deeper, harder. His soft lips kissed at the skin below your ear as his hips were unrelenting. His hand traveled up your chest, palm groping at your tits and toying with your nipples.

Steve’s hand kept going until his fingers were curled around your throat, squeezing lightly. Your eyes rolled back as tears began to creep into your lash line, mouth parting letting out a sweet little rasp.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “you like that? Like when I choke you a little?” He felt you nod and he smirked, lips kissing on your neck, “Doing so good f’me pretty, taking this cock like a fucking champ.”

You felt the familiar creep of your orgasm coming around again, “Yeah, Stevie,” you whined, your fingers rubbing faster at your clit now, “‘m gonna cum, please can I cum?”

He sucked gently on your shoulder, a groan rumbling from his chest, “Again? Shit, you dirty little thing,” he moved both hands to your hips now, pulling you back into his cock, “go ‘head, baby, want you to cum.”

And just like that your tether snapped, your vision bleary as white hot pleasure washed over your shaking body. You whined yesyesyes over and over as Steve continued to fuck into you, his own fingers replacing your own on your clit.

“Shit,” he groaned, “good girl, good fucking girl.” Hands stroking all over your body soothingly as you rode out your high, chest heaving as your breath fanned against the glass.

You winced and moaned incoherently as Steve’s cock continued to pound into you from behind, his tip stroking that pretty spot deep inside you with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, white hot and burning.

“Sh,” he cooed, “I know, baby, I know,” thumbs stroking in circles over your hips, “‘m almost there.”

Steve bucked his hips, thrusts becoming mismatched and sloppy, his own orgasm right about the corner. His thighs clenched as he pulled your back to his chest, the scratch of his chest hair making you whine.

“Fucking hell,” he whined, a high pitch moan spilling past his lips, “can feel you squeezing me, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, “gonna fuck this little pussy ‘till I cum, gonna stuff you full, baby.”

You whimpered, “Please, baby, please,” tears rolling down your cheeks at the sensation in your stomach, “want your cum.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut as you begged for him, thrusts quickening as he chased his high. Abs and stomach contorting as he was on the edge of release, your walls clenching around his thick cock pushing him over the line.

“Oh, fu-uck,” he groaned, moans stringing out fast and mumbled as he fucked his cum into you. Face buried in the crook of your neck as his hips slowed to a stop. His chest sweaty and panting, pressed flush to your back.

He hissed as he pulled out from you, fingers coming to push his cum back into your pussy. You whimpered are the overstimulation, your cunt raw from his cock.

Steve spun you around to face him. His strong arms cradling your wrecked body to his, lips pressed sweet butterfly kisses all over your face.

“Think we should have a nice warm bath, hm? That sound good, baby?” he whispered, hands petting your hair softly.

You nodded, voice not able to string any words together still.

[changbinsboiledegg]

i've been a silent reader for a while now and i rlly like your works so i'm going to request something lol

so skz reactions to a hyper independent s/o? like hurt / comfort genre, you can even like idk state why they are like this as well if you want :)

take your time and remember to drink water 💦

that's all bye ✌️

Heyo silent anon 🫶Thank you for the request! I'm glad you requested! I sincerely hope this is accurate depictions and that this is what you were hoping for. I took time to research a bit to,,, not suck at it? lol but please lmk if this is okay!! I don't want to accidentally offend anybody :((( also, thank you! Please drink water too, lovely!

GN! Reader X SKZ

Warnings: vague/ brief mentions of traumas leading to hyper independence, stress, burnout, uselessness, guilt mentions, injury, hurt/comfort, brief argument?, past relationship/ betrayal mention, negative thoughts, swearing, kinda. If I'm missing any, lmk. If anything is wrong, LMK!!!!!

Note: Thank you for your patience btw! I sincerely hope you have a good day and I hope these are to your liking & what you pictured! Okay I'll shut up now. As always, if no one told you today, ily! Take care.

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Chan

Chan knows you’re very self reliant and accepts that. He can’t force you to ask for help when you needed. But he wished you’d come to him and weren’t afraid to lean on his shoulder when you needed just as you offered your shoulder for him to lean on when he needed.

You were looking for your wallet that you must’ve dropped when you went to visit Chan in the studio. The studio was now empty, but Chan’s things were still inside which indicated he would be back.

Knowing he was busy, you wanted to hurry and find your wallet before he returned. You checked under and on top of anything in the studio but came up empty every time.

“Shit.” You muttered, trying to retrace your steps. You didn’t ask for help because you felt confident that you would find it on your own. After all, everything you’ve done for yourself had been on your own.

You closed your eyes, knowing you needed to find your wallet. It had everything you needed inside. You cursed yourself for being so careless.

“You came back?” Chan asked, entering the studio. You were on your hands and knees, trying to see if your wallet fell under anything again.

“Looking for something?” He asked when you didn’t immediately respond. You sighed, sitting up on your knees.

“My wallet. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” You quickly replied, looking around the studio from the height you were at. Chan started to help you look, despite having other things to do.

“Hey, seriously. I can find it. Go work on your music.” You tried to reassure him. Chan shook his head, “it’s not a problem. I want to help.”

You knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of stopping. This was one of the rare times he knew how to help when you wouldn’t ask.

“Chan—”

“Ah ha! Here you go, babe.” He handed your wallet to you with a satisfied grin. You took it from him, relieved, yet a feeling of defeat wash over you.

“Thank you.” You sighed, glancing over your wallet.

Chan put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them. “Anytime. I mean it.”

Lee Know

You never asked for help. Especially when you really needed it. It’s just how you were conditioned. From childhood to adulthood, you were forced to do every thing yourself.

Whether the task was dangerous or not, you didn’t ask for help because you never really knew how.

You were changing a lightbulb that had went out during your study session. You grabbed a new lightbulb, a chair and a screwdriver to unscrew the light fixture.

This was something help would’ve been needed for. Not changing the lightbulb itself, but you seriously needed a spotter as the chair you were standing on was wobbly.

Minho was in the other room, talking to Jisung while you were changing the lightbulb.

You steadied yourself, attempting to screw the light fixture back on but the screw fell through your fingertips and on instinct, you tried to catch it before it hit the floor.

The screw wasn’t the only thing that hit the floor. You yelped as soon as your body thudded against the floor. You were blinded with pain for a few solid seconds when you were greeted by your boyfriend rushing to your side and trying to assess the situation before touching you.

“What happened?!” Minho asked, his expression laced with concern.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Jisung asked, shocked at what he was seeing.

“No! I’m okay!” You attempted to sit up but the pain went through your arm like shockwaves. Minho’s eyes widened, seeing your arm was broken.

“Yes, please call an ambulance.” Minho spared a glance at Jisung. You were about to shake your head, but a broken arm was beyond something you could simply fix yourself.

“My love, why didn’t you ask for help? You know that chair has a bad leg.” Minho’s tone was soft, trying to comfort you through your pain. You had a frown on your face, speaking up, “I didn’t need help— and that chair never gave me an issue before.”

“Maybe you didn’t need help to change the lightbulb, but definitely needed someone to keep the chair steady.” Minho grimaced at the way your arm had broken. You didn’t want to argue and seriously considered learning to ask for help as you were in a decent amount of pain.

“It’s okay to ask for help. I would rather you… not have a broken arm.” Minho tried to keep the mood light, even if he was freaking out inside. You slowly nodded, “I will ask… next time.”

You weren’t sure if you believed yourself, but it gave Minho relief for the mean time.

Changbin

You went from feeling an extreme amount of stress to feeling an extreme amount of guilt.

You were carrying boxes to the trunk of your car. Changbin helped you with what he could grab when he swung by to see what you were up to. When he saw you moving boxes, he wanted to help and didn’t ask first because he knew your answer.

You tried to stick to the heavier boxes, not wanting him to deal with those due to the weight they held. Even though you knew he could probably carry three heavy boxes in one trip.

You picked up a box that was seemingly too heavy for you to lift without your legs shaking underneath the weight.

The stress of packing and moving, and now this, frustrated you to an unbelievable extent. Changbin saw how you struggled with the box and quickly went over to take it from you.

“No, I got it.” You argued, almost stumbling backwards. Changbin caught you— and the box, steadying you.

“Come on, let me take it. You’re going to hurt—”

“I said I got it!” You snapped. A look of hurt flashed over his face, but he still took the box from you and silently walked it out to your car.

Changbin didn’t say anything for a while, helping you move into your new apartment and you actually letting him, feeling guilty for snapping at him. Receiving help wasn’t a bad thing, but to you, it meant there was something you couldn’t do.

You wanted to prove to yourself always that you were capable of everything. Which you were, but that didn’t convince you.

“Changbin.” You spoke up as he had gotten the last box— the box that made you snap at him, inside. He wordless looked at you, still hurt from before. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry. I was just frustrated but that’s no excuse to snap at you like that.” You apologized, the guilt only slightly melting away. Changbin’s arms wrapped around you after your apology and he kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you.” He finally spoke. You felt relief, although the guilt would remain for a while.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was very aware of your hyper independence. He knew you were always busy. Not because there was anything you had to do, but because you always gave yourself things to do.

It was how you made yourself feel useful. You always had the need to be useful in some way.

Hyunjin wanted to help out in some way, ease the pressure off of your shoulders, not knowing it was how you allowed yourself to breathe.

He would clean for you, tidying things up for you, do your laundry when you were out. He even cooked or ordered takeout for you so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself after a long day.

“You really don’t need to do this for me.” You sounded slightly upset, but it wasn’t at Hyunjin. He knew this, luckily.

Hyunjin brushed off your tone and smiled, “it’s not a problem.”

You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. Especially when he showed you the smile that made your heart swell.

“I didn’t want you to feel suffocated in chores.” Hyunjin added, he took your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen now that you both knew there was nothing else for you to task yourself with.

He set the table and served dinner, both of you sitting across from each other.

You started to eat, at least allowing yourself to enjoy what your boyfriend had prepared. Hyunjin felt satisfied with himself once again, seeing how you looked when you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You finally thanked him, grateful. Hyunjin waved you off, smiling as he began to eat with you.

“Not a problem.”

You watched him for a few seconds, “this is really good. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.”

“You have.” He took another bite. “But again, thank you.”

Han

You never asked for help. The last time you asked for help resulted in you being hurt in a previous relationship. You tried to work through it, learn that not everyone is going to hurt you the way your ex did.

It was the day you got hurt and even though it didn’t hurt anymore, your heart seemed to think other wise. Jisung knew there was a specific day that bothered you inside, but never knew why. You refused to talk about it, even if deep down, you wanted to tell him.

You trusted Jisung, but there was always the suspicion creeping in and causing you to fight with yourself.

“Let’s go out to eat tonight. There’s a restaurant that just opened up.” Jisung invited, wanting to get your mind off of what was bothering you.

There it was again, the suspicion. ‘He’s going to break up with you during dinner.’ Your mind ran rampant with these thoughts.

‘He’s going to betray you like your ex did.’

You forced the thoughts back, telling yourself ‘Jisung is not like my ex. He’s better.’

Jisung’s heart sank at the lack of response. “Or… If you have something else in mind, I’m open to it.”

‘He’s only trying to lower your guard—’

“No! Yes, I’m up for trying this new restaurant.” You interrupted your negative thoughts. You weren’t going to let your past affect how you thought of Jisung and you certainly didn’t want to ruin his excitement.

Jisung smiled, his facial expression filling with relief. “Thank you. My treat—”

“No, I want to pay!” You objected, “you had a hard week.”

“No, no. I’m paying. I invited you, I should pay.” Jisung argued. You groaned, “no, Jisung. Come on. What if it’s expensive?”

“Then we can split the bill.” Jisung shrugged, “if I wasn’t already going to pay in full.”

And you let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

Felix

You found yourself looking up how to do basic tasks, even if you’ve done them multiple times before.

You tend to do this when you’re feeling particularly burned out and can’t focus properly.

“Damnit.” You muttered, slapping your hand against your thigh in frustration as you misspelled a word. You deleted the entire search and retyped it, only to misspell the same word.

You felt like crying or screaming or throwing your phone. You knew how to do laundry. You couldn’t explain to yourself why it mattered so much that you needed to look it up right away.

You were burned out. Mundane tasks were difficult to complete and you wanted it done, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Looking up how to do certain things step by step was your way of convincing yourself it’s not that hard.

“Damnit!” You cursed a little louder, your hands shaking.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Felix asked, peeking over your shoulder at the misspelled question in the search bar.

It was then that he realized how you were struggling.

“Want me to search it for you?” He asked, even if he knew you already knew how to do laundry.

He also knew it was your way of dealing with your burn out. You, of course, shook your head.

“No. I’m fine. I just need a minute.” You took a deep breath in and retyped the question, finally spelling it right and reading what Google had to offer.

“Why don’t you rest. I will take care of it.” Felix started to lift the laundry basket before you protested. “Wait, no, I got it.”

Felix saw the way your hands were shaking from the high volume of stress. He gave you a small smile and shook his head.

“Rest.”

Seungmin

“Yes.” - “No.”

“Yes.” Seungmin stood firm on his ‘yes’. You two have been arguing back and forth, you saying no, him saying yes.

He was going to help you whether you liked it or not. Especially with something he bought.

“Seungmin, come on.” You pleaded, wanting him to let you handle putting together the shelf he bought.

“Nope. I’m helping. Look, I already have the box open— one second.” Seungmin quickly fell to his knees and opened the box quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as he started to take out the parts and screws that came with it.

“Look, I already touched the instructions manual. Now I have to help.” Seungmin beamed, opening the manual.

“Um… can you help me?” He asked, handing you the manual. You sat with him and looked over the manual.

“Fine. Give me the screws and—“

“No. Then you won’t let me help.” Seungmin cut you off. You tilted your head at your boyfriend.

“Fine, Seungmin. You open the screws and I’ll hold the pieces together. Good?” You wished he wasn’t so stubborn, but then again, maybe it was something you loved about him among all of the other things.

Seungmin grinned, satisfied.

“Fine by me.”

I.N

You learned at a young age that ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’. No one helped you unless they wanted to and you didn’t ask for help because you wanted things ‘done right’.

You wanted to come out of that mindset, feeling burned out from always relying on yourself.

But you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something you could come out of overnight.

“Jeongin? What are you… Hey, no.” You sighed, walking towards him after turning on the light. He was trying to clean the kitchen in the dark, not wanting to wake you up.

He knew that you’d feel stressed seeing the messy kitchen.

He didn’t want to see you so stressed and burned out like this. You started to join him, cleaning up, but Jeongin quickly moved over to stop you by taking your hands in his.

“Let me. I made this mess, after all.” Jeongin reassured, trying to justify cleaning the kitchen by himself.

“But it’s my kitchen.” You countered. Jeongin shook his head.

“It’s still my mess.”

“It’s still my kitchen.” You frowned, crossing your arms. Jeongin thought for a moment, trying to convince you that you don’t need to be the one to clean up all the time. Especially since it was his mess.

“If you threw my phone off of a cliff, would I need to buy a new phone or would you need to buy it?” He asked, tilting his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”

“Hypothetically.”

“I would need to buy you a new phone because I was the one that threw it.” You replied, not understanding his hypothetical question and it’s relevancy to him cleaning your kitchen.

“Exactly. Therefore, my mess in your kitchen is my problem. Goodnight!” Jeongin grinned cheekily before getting back to cleaning.

[ghastlybin]

Hello! can I request SVT Jeonghan in a time travel AU. The reader is a time traveler who keeps going back in time to save Jeonghan from something or maybe save their relationship? Feeling angsty today

You just don’t want me to be happy. I’m jk but thank you for the request!!! :)))) <3 I love the whole time travel/manipulation concept even if there’s hardly ever a happy ending regarding these. I hope you’re still feeling angsty btw!!! So sorry for the delay but I hope you like it because I love validation :,D *I will edit in a ‘read more’ link tomorrow but I wanted to get this posted tonight*

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader (GN)

Word count: 3,580

Genre/contents: Time travel! AU, Time loop, Angsty, a *tiny* bit of fluff if you squint hard enough

TW: Death mention, death description (kind of), car accident??, B l o o d mention, hospital mention, as always if I’m missing anything do let me know!!

Note: It is that long because I was sad at the time of writing this. Also, Jeonghan stans PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!! ily i swear :,(((( I won’t spoil much but you asked for angsty, Anon, here is angsty. Also I did sort of change up the topic of the reader being the only time traveler and made it a community sort of? Meh you’ll see lmao not really a BIG part of the story but yk

“Don’t go!”

The pain was unbearable. No matter how you lost him or how many times, it was just as unbearable as the last.

You were going to save him, somehow.

But you knew how time traveling worked, how nothing would go your way no matter how many times you tried.

There had to be a way to save him. You weren’t accepting it any other way.

“Jeonghan!”

He didn’t believe you. He never did. Every desperate word you said to stop him from getting on the train, getting into the cab, on the plane, or even crossing the street.

You wondered what he thought at the last second before your heart broke once again and you ran back home to restart the cycle.

Did he believe you then? Would he remember this time? Is there really a way to save him?

You reset the clock beside your bed, forcing yourself asleep, tears streaming down your face as you did.

Then you woke up, again, at eight in the morning. The knocking on the front door to your apartment was the same as well.

You even almost tripped on the same loose floorboard on the way to answer the door.

If you didn’t remember not to trip, how would Jeonghan remember the past twenty-nine times you’ve gone back to save him?

You already knew that answer. Only you remembered anything about what’s to come in the upcoming hours of the day.

“Did I wake you?” Jeonghan’s smiling face always greeted you. Even before the loop you created the first time he had gotten into an accident.

“No.” You stared at him, your eyes watery when you did. They always were when you would see him again.

As if nothing had happened.

“Why are you crying? Did something happened?”

Yes, you thought. You died and I couldn’t save you.

“No, no. I stubbed my toe a moment ago.” You forced a laugh to cover up your fears for the day.

“Be careful,” Jeonghan laughed with you, “are you ready?”

He glanced at what you were wearing, still dressed in the clothes you had been in previously.

Not that he would know, but you knew. And you felt weird about not taking the time to dress into something more suitable to sleep in.

You knew there were more important things though.

Like saving Jeonghan.

And you were going to do it right this time. He won’t die this time. You had a plan.

“Yep.” You smiled, trying to enjoy the moment.

“I have something to talk to you about over breakfast.”

You knew what he was going to tell you.

It was the same thing he always told you.

There it was. It was time to get into position.

“Good. I was getting pretty hungry.”

The two of you walked down to a diner, talking about the same thing you had talked about in every other loop.

Jeonghan talked about how college was going, you talked about getting that promotion you had been waiting for.

Not once did you think to change up the topic each time.

In that moment, you knew it was the first time Jeonghan had heard or even talked about it. Even if it was the thirtieth time you heard him talk about college, or you had mentioned your promotion.

It was his first time every time, but you felt good knowing he was equally as proud of you as he was the first time.

Both of you sat down in a booth, a waitress coming to take your orders momentarily.

“So,” you started, feeling the knot in your stomach, “what were you going to tell me?”

Jeonghan’s smile slightly faded, but he covered it up with a soft chuckle. He always did.

“Oh no, it’s bad.” You frowned. It had always been bad news. In other circumstances, you were happy for him but not with your current circumstances. It was the same news, only a different date.

Jeonghan shook his head, “no! Kind of.”

Your frown sat consistent on your face, Jeonghan took a deep breath, nervously.

“I’m moving in about… Two weeks.” He was hesitant to meet your eyes, when he did, he felt guilt. You could see it too, and it took everything to tell him you weren’t mad at him.

You never were.

“Oh.” That was all that came out of your mouth. Jeonghan paused his speech, thanking the waitress who had came back with your drinks.

“I will stay in touch! You know I would go crazy without you.” Jeonghan smiled again, as he did before. You took a sip of your drink, nodding acceptingly.

“You better.” You forced out, the lump in your throat growing bigger as your heart raced faster, and your mind grew fuzzy. You wanted to scream.

You wanted to scream, cry, and tell him everything and somehow make him believe you.

You’ve done all of that before, though. And each time, it just scared him off and time would speed up. Or he would reassure you and still leave.

“I will.” He repeated, focused on the menu. When he looked at you again, meeting your eyes, he spoke in a softer tone than before. “I love you.”

You forced a smile, although it was meant as a real smile, how hearing him say that made you feel okay, it hurt. You remembered every time he said that in each loop, those three words.

It hurt again, fearing you’d fail again.

“I love you too.”

The waitress came back, and the two of your ordered breakfast, your order being more on a whim than a conscious choice.

The two of you ate in silence, more focused on the meals than each other.

“That was so good.” Jeonghan sighed contently.

“It always is.”

“Always? Have you been here before?”

You chuckled, “No. Any meal with you is delicious.”

You meant that.

You and Jeonghan left the diner after paying, walking side by side on the sidewalk again.

“I’m throwing one last going away party. The guys will be there too- I hope.” Jeonghan stuffed his hands into his pockets. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

He’s never spoke about a party the past twenty-nine times. Why on loop thirty?

“I want you to come. It’s at seven tonight.” Jeonghan glanced at you, the two of you stopping at a crosswalk. You looked every way you could, making sure there were no cars. When there weren’t any, you two continued walking.

“I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?” You asked, linking your arm with Jeonghan’s to make sure he doesn’t fall behind.

“Just yourself.”

You walked him to his house to ensure his safety. Before he unlocked the front door, he kissed your forehead, having assumed you were going to leave.

“See you later?” He winked.

You nodded, kissing him back, only this time it was on his lips.

You panicked, the party had completely threw off your plan. You were trudging through what you would call a new ‘loop event’.

“Don’t go.” You murmured, your heart feeling heavy in your chest as you spoke. Jeonghan tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I mean…” you weren’t sure what you meant. Even if you did, you never knew how to improvise context on the spot.

“I know what you mean.” Jeonghan smiled sadly, his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not leaving forever. I promise to come back for you and the guys- I love you.”

You teared up, eventually letting some fall, the brisk autumn air blew against your cheeks making your tears feel ice cold.

“I love you too.”

You took a step backwards, revising your plan in your head, somehow. You went through every possibility there was.

You were going to save him this time, no matter what.

Jeonghan waved to you before he had shut the door. You wished you had asked to stay over, but knowing him, he probably had plan to finish up any last minute homework due or talk to the guys to make sure they were still coming tonight.

You turned away and walked towards your apartment. The streets were eerily quiet as there hadn’t been a car in sight- only parked ones.

You unlocked your apartment door, entering and immediately walking to your bedroom to scream into the first pillow you picked up.

You spent the next few hours obsessively checking your phone to make sure no one had tried to call or message you about Jeonghan.

All the worry you felt made you regret not asking to stay over all the more. You stared at the lock screen featuring you and Jeonghan together than had been snapped by Joshua.

“I’m going to save you this time.” You mumbled, watching the time.

You left your apartment a few minutes early, racing towards Jeonghan’s house before the party started. You had hoped nothing had happened between the time you had left him and now.

You jogged up to his doorstep, checking the time right as it hit exactly at seven.

When you knocked, you hoped Jeonghan would answer, but instead, it was Mingyu who had answered.

“Oh, Hey, Mingyu.”

“Hello to you too.” He joked, noticing your slight disappointment.

“Sorry, I’m happy to see you,” You apologized, “I just haven’t heard from Jeonghan since this morning.”

“I know, I know.” He laughed, letting you in. “Jeonghan is in the kitchen with Seungcheol and Chan.”

“Thank you, so much!” You gave Mingyu a quick hug before lightly jogging towards Jeonghan’s kitchen.

Coming closer, you heard their laughter, confirming who Mingyu had said was in the kitchen with Jeonghan.

“Oh! Speak of the devil!” Seungcheol grinned as you came into view.

“Speak of the devil?” You nervously chuckled. Jeonghan waved Seungcheol off, shaking his head.

“We were talking about you, how you got that promotion!” Jeonghan smiled proudly, wrapping his arms around your when you had gotten close enough.

“And he mentioned how you seemed anxious about something.” Chan input, earning a nudge from Seungcheol.

“Anxious?” You froze, never have been confronted before. At least not within the loop.

“I’m not… I wasn’t! I was just…” You paused, not knowing what to say.

Jeonghan sighed, “it’s okay. Let’s talk about something else.”

“I wasn’t anxious… Just had a bad morning.” You mumbled, trying to calm yourself before you accidentally drove Jeonghan away- Again.

“It’s fine! Really. Chan,” Jeonghan shot a glare at him. “Do you mind helping Seokmin set up the drinks?”

Chan sheepishly nodded, hurrying off into the living room. Seungcheol walked away after him, patting you on the back on his way out.

Jeonghan waited until they were completely out of sight before speaking.

“What’s really wrong?” Jeonghan asked. You were silent for a moment, still not sure what to say to him without the same thing happening over and over again.

“Is it because I’m leaving?”

You shook your head, but the tears leaking out of your eyes said otherwise. He frowned, pulling you into a hug.

“You can leave,” You pulled yourself back, wiping your eyes. “But you can’t leave your house until tomorrow.”

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded as his arms dropped to his side.

“Promise me you won’t leave your house tonight. Not to the store or the gas station or… Don’t even walk me home.” Your voice shook with each word as you tried so desperately not to break down.

Jeonghan only stared at you in confusion and hurt, failing to understand what you really meant.

“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.”

“No!” You blurted, your hands flying to your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen. “Promise me.”

“Why? What are you talking about?”

“Jeonghan,” You pleaded. “Promise me you won’t leave this house anywhere until tomorrow.”

“Fine, I promise! But tell me why.” He crossed his arms, a stern expression on his face.

“Tomorrow. I will explain tomorrow. Just please keep your promise.” You held back your tears further, feeling somewhat relieved he actually accepted your promise.

“Let’s enjoy the party. Please.” You tried to mend the tension. Jeonghan silently agreed, still confused yet concerned.

But he didn’t ask any further and walked out of the kitchen with you following behind him.

You tried your best to enjoy the party, as you had suggested. Jeonghan was.

You were happy about that, that your conversation with him hadn’t completely spoiled the mood.

He deserved a nice going away party.

You tried not to be the ‘party pooper’ but you felt more and more anxious as the time ticked on.

Soon it was eight. Then nine.

And at ten, you realized that this had been the longest he had made it through a time loop.

You allowed yourself to finally breathe, smiling happily realizing you had managed to break the loop and you almost couldn’t wait to run back to your apartment and tell everyone on the time traveler’s forum that they were wrong.

You can save someone in a time loop.

And you did.

“Alright! It’s time to wrap this up!” Jeonghan announced, raising his glass in the air. Everyone followed his gesture, raising theirs as well.

You raised yours up with them, earning a smile from Jeonghan.

“You better not forget about us!” Jun joked, drunkenly laughing. Jeonghan opened his arms for a group hug.

You were the only one not in on the hug, watching on with a smile. You wanted to cry, only this time, you were happy. Finally happy with the end result.

No more heartbreak- for now, no more driving yourself crazy trying to figure out a way to save Jeonghan, no more people telling you you couldn’t save him.

You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone in person about the whole experience either. Not even Jeonghan- He wouldn’t understand. He hasn’t.

The only other time traveler’s were either passed away or inactive on the forums as they have ‘retired’ with turning back the clock- or forward.

Yet you still couldn’t wait to tell them they were wrong.

“Come in! There’s room!”

They all invited you into the hug, gradually letting you to where Jeonghan was and soon your arms around wrapped around him and only him.

“Thank you guys for coming.” Jeonghan spoke. Everyone started to slowly peel off, grabbing anything they had brought with them.

By the time they started leaving, you had barely let Jeonghan go. Smiling up at him.

“Please remember your promise.” You reminded him. His smiled slightly faded, but he nodded.

“I love you.” You said it first this time.

“I love you too.”

You walked towards the door opening it after Chan had shut the door behind him, not realizing you were leaving as well.

“Get home safe.” Jeonghan spoke up, stopping you in your tracks. You nodded, “I will call you when I get home.”

You left the house, crossing the street after waiting for a few cars to pass.

You had made it to the next crosswalk before you heard fast footsteps behind you.

“Wait!” Jeonghan panted, running behind you. You widened your eyes, turning to face him after getting halfway across the street.

“You left your phone!” He passed you your phone, catching his breath.

“Jeonghan!”

“I know! But you can’t call me if you don’t have your phone!” He collected himself, the two of you stood in the middle of the street.

“Thank you, but you need to get back home! It’s not safe!” You checked the time, seeing it wasn’t midnight yet.

“What do you mean?” He asked, taking a step back to prepare his walk back home. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow! I’ll tell you tomorrow!”

You snapped your head towards the loud horn that honked at you two, the bright headlights staring you and Jeonghan down.

Your heart dropped, the sinking feeling as you realized maybe the forums were right after all.

You were going to save him.

With only a second to act, you ran and pushed Jeonghan hard enough to where he had stumbled and fell onto the sidewalk, where it was safe.

You, on the other hand, had been violently hit as the car had been speeding. You were in the air for a moment and on the road the next, unable to feel anything other than every part of your body aching painfully.

The car screeched to a halt and both the driver and Jeonghan were in shock, running to your side to see if you were alright.

“Call an ambulance!” Jeonghan yelled, hovering his hands over you in an attempt to figure out what he needed to do to help you.

You couldn’t breathe, your body was in blinding pain- You assumed you had multiple broken bones, even your head was in this terrible searing pain.

On top of that, your hair felt wet- which you were certain was because you were bleeding.

Jeonghan began to cry as you were more and more unresponsive to his pleas and words.

The driver was even panicking over the phone, which angered Jeonghan deep down. Why were they driving so fast at night?

You were so close.

But you saved Jeonghan, finally.

Jeonghan had rode in the ambulance with you but wasn’t allowed in the emergency room with you due to your condition.

He paced the hospital waiting area, glancing at the guys as they arrived.

“What the hell happened?” Seungcheol asked immediately. Jeonghan broke down into tears again, Seungcheol hugged him in an attempt to comfort him.

You weren’t going to make it. The lead doctor told Jeonghan this.

You had lost too much blood. Hit your head too hard on the road, your lungs were punctured by the fractured bones you received from the inital impact.

“Oh no…” Seungkwan covered his mouth, hearing Jeonghan speak about what happened.

You weren’t going to survive this. The injuries you sustained, you weren’t going to make it through to the morning.

You were okay with that.

~

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Jeonghan entered your apartment after you had passed away to clean it out and take anything important to you to deliver them to your family later on.

He started with the kitchen, then the living room, the bathroom, and eventually he got to your bedroom.

He felt the air thickening around him as he forced himself to open the door.

Immediately, he had teared up again, as if he hadn’t cried enough already.

Everything reminded him of you. After all, it was your room.

“I miss you.”

He sat on your bed, hugging one of your pillows tightly, tears streaming down his face.

He heard a notification sound coming from your laptop, feeling compelled to check it. He furrowed his eyebrows, seeing as you had multiple tabs open.

All of them had to do with time travel.

‘Is it possible to save someone from dying using a time loop?’

Jeonghan read more and more about what you were reading. The more he read, the more he understood what you meant.

These searches were about him.

Jeonghan felt chills running down his spine as he continued to read.

‘It is not possible to save someone from death in this situation. It’s either one or the other.’

The tab that had sent out the initial notification had went off again. Jeonghan opened that tab, opening up on a chat long between you and probably the only active forum user.

- Sorry about your boyfriend.

- I’m going to save him this time.

- Good luck. Doesn’t always work like that.

- Always? So there is a chance.

Jeonghan wiped his face, scrolling down further into the newer messages.

- Did it work? I didn’t feel the electricity this morning.

- If it worked, let me know. I would like to save my mom.

Jeonghan clicked on another tab that he hadn’t previously viewed.

This time, it had instructions on how to create the time loop for beginners to advanced time travelers.

Jeonghan looked over at the clock you had beside your bed, picking it up and reading the beginner instructions.

He emailed himself the website and left to his house, taking the clock with him, leaving the boxes of stuff belonging to you in the living room.

As soon as he made it to his house, he immediately went to his bedroom, pulling up the site on his phone, reading over the instructions multiple times before he felt confident he knew what to do.

Turning the clock to exactly 24 hours before, he set the clock down and fell asleep, hopeful and determined to save you.

“Did I wake you?”

Jeonghan felt the tears streaming down his face, but he kept it concealed in his voice after hearing your voice over the phone.

“No.”

“Why do you sound like you’re crying?”

“I’m not! Just had a bad dream.” He answered, technically telling you the truth. Your death felt like a bad dream to him, hearing your voice again since then.

“Aw! I’ll go get you. We can have breakfast together.”

Jeonghan covered his mouth, crying harder as he tried to conceal it. He tried to hold himself together so he wouldn’t worry you any further.

“I’d love that.”

You lightly laughed, wind and cars passing by in the background were heard as well. “good. I’m already on the way.”

Jeonghan finally stopped crying, knowing he would save you as you saved him.

If he didn’t save you before the night ended?

He would try again.

And again.

And eventually, he would save you.

[teddy06writes]

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

requested by Outsiders Anon: "Aloha, outsiders anon back at it again. So what if the police tried to attack or take in one of the gang and Y/N was just not having it and smacked an officer? You can honestly go with any of the outsiders gang for this, could even do it for any of the socs. Obviously, you can not write for this if u don't want to! Thanks again! ❤️"

Dallas Winston x Reader, Sodapop x reader {either can be romantic or platonic, it's all just implied, but flirting comes from them both}

trigger warnings: swearing, yelling

premise: You catch Soda in the act of being taken in (pretty much just for keeping Dally from getting taken in), and try to stop him, and Dallas, while your at, from getting hauled in by the cops

{If ain't no one got be, outsiders anon got me! Mans gives me an excuse to say ACAB BABY}

{Also please give me more ily}

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It had started off as a regular trip down to the DX, right? You'd just gone to grab a coke, and see Soda and Steve. That was all you planned on doing.

Of course, coming around the corner to the DX and finding both Soda and Dallas outside, arguing with a cop really changed things.

"This is a place of business! You can't arrest a customer!" Soda was yelling.

"You watch your mouth young man! This boy was soliciting and I am to arrest the solicitors!"

As the officer gestured to Dallas, it was then that you realized he was in handcuffs.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" Soda argued.

"Really?" The police officer started to grab another pair of handcuffs from his belt, "Because he seemed to be in here a long time! Longer than a customer who planned on paying!"

"He's a pal of mine! We were talking! Dal wouldn't steal from a pal! Right Dal?"

"Stop rhyming!" Dallas hissed, "Your not helping!"

"I'm doing best Dallas! I don't know what you want me to tell this pig!"

"That's it," The cop decided, "Your coming in too."

You rolled your eyes, hurrying over, "Excuse me sir! Is there a problem here? These two weren't doing anything!"

"Actually, this is a thief and his accomplice, and I suggest you carry on." The officer sneered.

"Sodapop works at this DX station, he isn't an accomplice! And Dallas would never swipe anything from this store!" You objected.

"A friend of yours I presume?" The cop asked, turning to Dallas.

He nodded, "Yeah, they- uh- they normally bail me out..."

"Too bad no one will bail you out this time!"

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, "I've done nothing wrong, just the same as these boys!"

"It's no use Dollface. Krupkie here cuffs everyone." Dallas sighed.

"Sodapop is on the clock! You can't arrest him! And I haven't done anything!" You protested as the cop began to handcuff Soda.

Soda watched as the cuffs locked around his wrists, "Darry's gonna kill me..."

"He is literally still supposed to be working!" You continued to yell, "This is insane!"

"Listen, you just stop talking-"

You cut the officer off by smacking him, straight across the face, "YOURE A PRICK! WHO THE FUCK LOCKS UP KIDS FOR NO REASON? THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Dally grinned as you continued to beat on the man, "Wooo!"

Soda laughed, trying to clap despite the restraints on his wrists, "Get 'is ass Babe!"

Yeah, it didn't take long for you to wind up between the boys in the back of a cop car, Soda tilting your head this way and that with his cuffed hands, "Yeah- it'll bruise. Your gonna have a hell of a black eye, Babe."

"You know, that was all of assaulting a minor, right?" Dallas asked, leaning forward to the cop.

"Shut up Winston!"

"Your a real sorry excuse of a person you know! Bruisin' their pretty face like that!"

"I said shut up Winston!" He yelled.

Dally leaned back in his seat, looking over at you. You shook your head, "It's fine, Dal."

"It's not fine though," Soda insisted, "That prick's givin ya a black eye! And I can't even use my call to call Darry!"

"Why not?" You frowned.

"Gotta call outta work." He mumbled.

Dallas snorted, "I'll call Tim then."

"And when he refuses to pick us up, I'll call Darry." You offered.

"Yeah, and tell him how we got into this?" He scoffed, "Good luck."

"It was a dumbass idea." Soda agreed.

"Well it was better than doing nothing!" You argued.

Dallas laughed, "Plus you got to deck a cop."

Reluctantly, Soda nodded, "It was kinda hot."

"Shut up! All three of you!"

Needless to say when Darry came to pick you up from the station, he was less than thrilled.

[egg-on-the-run]

I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.

Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.

The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.

Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny

Leonardo:

He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.

You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling

But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)

And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)

Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.

You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.

"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"

"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."

"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"

He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.

"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! She–she's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"

"You... You think so?"

"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it just— UGH! It fries my brain."

"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."

"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."

Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek

"I love you too."

He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.

Raphael:

He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.

But holy cow. You were mad that night.

He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning — or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.

But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.

So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.

Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."

It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.

But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.

"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"

"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."

"And are you a real man?"

"More real than your little pet."

The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.

"Oh my god. Oh–Oh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"

"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"

"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."

Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."

"That make you my Prince?"

"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.

Donatello:

Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.

But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.

Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."

"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."

You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.

"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."

"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."

You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"

"I promise."

Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.

But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.

"Are you fucking joking right now?!"

He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"

"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are you—since when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"

"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"

"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"

He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late — rather it was early at this point — and you were cranky.

"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.

"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"

Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."

"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."

"Don't be ridiculous—"

"Ten."

Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.

By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.

He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.

Michelangelo:

Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.

But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.

But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.

"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."

So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.

"I just—Raph keeps calling me stupid. And I just—I-I just—You know, sometimes I believe it."

You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"

"Well—no, but—"

"But what?"

"But I... I am a little stupid."

"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboarding—hoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"

Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph just—he gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"

"I need to have a word with your brothers—"

"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."

"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"

He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.

"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"

He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.

"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"

You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

"My boyfriend!"

"Your boyfriend!"

His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.

But jeez, he does not like your angry face.

[socialwriter]

Simp

**Gif by @rafecameron​**

Idea by @ptersparkers​: the x times rafe/jj is caught being soft and refuses to admit it and the one time he does bc i’m a sucker for that but can someone write it because i want it but i don’t wanna write it 

Part of my week of fluff

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

TW: Soft boi Rafe 

1.5k+

Summary: 3+1 of the three times Rafe didn’t admit he was a softie (simp), and the one time he did

Requests featured: 

@anonymous0writer​: hi bubs. week of fluff: ““I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” w soft rafe or topper?? ty bubs

@softstarkey​:  “Would you mind if I kissed you?” w rafe 🥰

anon:  could you maybe write something about being super cuddly with rafe? your one w pope got me🥺🥺🥺

@butgilinsky​:  cooking dinner for rafe😪 or vice versa i’m not picky. also ily💓

A/n: I am now feeling the pressure of having five people’s wants in one fic, but i shall suffer in silence, also this is my first x + 1 fic so I hope it doesn’t suck oop

You and Rafe were both lounging around, your head on his chest and his arms around you when you looked up at him and noticed something you hadn’t before. “Woah, you have long eyelashes.”

He looked down at you, quirking a brow. “Do I? Huh, never noticed.”

“Yea, they just go blond at the end so you can’t see ‘em. You know...I could fix that for you.” You tell him, a devilish glint in your eyes. He furrows his brows, slightly scared as to what you had in mind. “What do you mean…”

You don’t answer his question, instead getting up out of his bed and walking into the joint bathroom, sifting through your makeup bag until eventually you find your mascara. “Aha!”

Rafe sits up, now curious as to what you were planning on doing. “Babe, what are you getting in there?”

You casually walk back into his bedroom, an excited grin plastered on your face as you crawl into bed once more and sit in his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso. “I’m gonna use mascara on you!” You exclaim, showing him the black tube.

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head violently at the very idea of wearing makeup. “Nope, there is absolutely no way I am doing that. You’re tripping babe.”

You pout, jutting out your bottom lip in the way that always got you what you wanted when it came to your boyfriend. “But baby, you’ll look so pretty and it’ll make your beautiful eyes pop even more.”

He frowned, staring at the tube of makeup. “Does it hurt?”

“Not one bit baby.” You assured him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face.

“Ok alright fine, if you want to do it I’ll do it.” 

You squeal, clapping your hands together and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I swear you’ll love it.” You get to work applying the makeup quickly before he has the chance to change his mind. He surprisingly doesn’t flinch much while you’re applying, but that all changes when you’re applying the last bit of mascara and Wheezie walks in.

“Hey Rafe have you seen m-oh my god.” She exclaims, an amused grin forming on her face. “What are you doing.”

“Wheezie get out of here!” He screams, unable to actually get up and push her out so of course, she stays to tease him.

“Wow, Y/n, really gotta hand it to you. You did the impossible and turned Rafe Cameron soft.” 

You giggled, resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder and kissing his jaw. “Thanks Wheezie.”

Rafe scoffs loudly, glaring at his youngest sister. “Both of you shut it! I am not soft!”

You snort in response to his words, giving him a soft kiss on the neck. “Of course not, baby.”

Wheezie giggles, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Ok ok, you’re not soft. Whatever you say you simp.” With that she leaves Rafe’s room, shutting the door behind her.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm?”

“What does simp mean?”

“Don’t worry about it babe.”

----

“Rafe?” You asked softly, quietly walking into the bedroom of the Cameron household. Kelce and Topper were over, playing video games, but Rafe had promised you cuddles after htey left, which was supposed to be over a half hour ago. 

“Yea babe?” He asked, never tearing his gaze away from the screen. All three boys were very into whatever was happening in the game, muttering insults at each other every once in a while.

“It's getting late, are you almost done?”

“Yea babe, just 5, 10 minutes, tops.”

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. He had said that 20 minutes ago. An idea pops into your head that if you couldn’t get him upstairs to cuddle with you, then you would have to just cuddle with him down here. You walk around the couch, crawling into his lap and latching onto him like a koala. Both Topper and Kelce glance over for a second, rolling their eyes at the unexpected PDA from the two of you. “Baby I wanna go upstairs.” You mumble against Rafe’s neck, nuzzling your head further into him. 

“I know you do baby, just give a minute to beat these guys and I’m all yours.” He tells you, earning shouts of protest from both boys sitting next to him. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He questions when he glances down at you, to which you nod in response. 

“Your shirt and nothing else babe.” You say, a smirk finding its ways to your lips. He stiffens at your words, taking an audible gulp before quickly turning of the TV

“Hey man!” “What do you think you’re doing!” “Are you serious!” 

“Ok boys, time for you to leave,” Rafe tells the other two who both get up from the couch, grumbling about their game and how they were ‘so winning’. 

“Dude, you are so soft.” Topper tells him, rolling his eyes at the older boy.

“Like seriously, what's happening to you man.” Kelce adds, grabbing his stuff from the floor of the living room. 

“I am not soft, and I suggest you leave before I make you.” Rafe growls, moving to stand up. You, however, do not like this plan, whining and clinging to him tighter, mumbling a soft ‘no’. He listens to you, earning a look from both Topper and Kelce. 

“Dude, seriously, you’re such a simp.” Topper says as both boys leave the house.

“SERIOUSLY WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.”

----

“Rafe!” You call out for him, having your boyfriend run into the kitchen where you are a minute later. “Yeah babe, whats up?”

“Today, I’m going to teach you how to cook.” You tell him, earning a groan from him “What, why? I like everything you cook so much.”

“Flattery ain’t getting you out of this one. C’mon, we’re starting simple, it's just eggs. It would take an idiot to screw those up.” 

“Idiot at your service.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Tearing yourself down. You’re not an idiot, you just never learned how to cook is all. And that’s what I’m here for, to teach you how.”

He gives you an apprehensive look but nods, accepting the fact that he was doing this whether he liked it or not. “Ok so where do you start with eggs?”

“Well, first you’re going to get the eggs.” You tell him, earning a helpless look in response. “They’re in the fridge babe.”

“Right, right, I knew that totally.” He mumbles, going over to the fridge and getting the carton the eggs stored inside. Eventually, you had gotten him through scrambling the eggs and now you were ready for the stove, which he looked at with fear in his eyes. “Babe, maybe you should take over from here.”

“Rafe, you can do this. You’re a master chef, I believe in you. Now use that oven!”

He gave you one more glance before putting the pan of yolks onto the stove you’d already turned on for him. “Make sure you turn it over so it doesn’t burn babe.”

“Can you show me how?”

You nod, grabbing a spatula and placing it in his hand before guiding him through the motions of flipping the eggs. “You’re doing great babe.”

“Yeah?” He asks, grinning at you. You nod at him right as Sarah walks into the kitchen, having to do a double take. 

“What's going on?” She questions, not really believing that her brother is actually cooking a meal.

“I’m teaching Rafe how to cook,” you inform her, turning back to the stove to make sure that you didn’t burn the eggs. 

“Um, Rafe, didn’t you once tell me that you would pay for your own personal chef before you learned how to cook for yourself?”

Rafe’s face turns a bright red as he looks down at the floor. “Well yea...but Y/n wanted me to learn how to cook so I’m doing it.”

Sarah’s mouth was left slightly ajar, shocked by the fact that a girl was able to change Rafe so much. “Wow Rafe, didn’t know you’d gone soft for your girl.”

Rafe pouts, jutting out his bottom lift. “I’m not soft, I'm just a chef.” 

Sarah snorts, raising her brows at her brother. “Sure you simp, if that helps you sleep at night.”

“Why does everyone keep calling me that?!”

----

“Y/n?” Rafe asks, tracing small circles on your hip bone. 

“Mhm?” You respond, not looking up from your phone.

“I love you.” His words cause you to look up from your phone, eyes softening when you see him looking at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too baby.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, lips only centimeters away from yours. You don’t respond, instead closing the gap between the two of you and pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips. He, however, decides that’s not enough, giving you kiss after kiss, causing you to giggle against his lips. “Rafe!”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” 

You laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Rafe, you really have gone soft, haven’t you?”

He shrugs his shoulders in response, giving you a grin. “Only for you baby, only for you.”

“Wow, you really are a simp.”

“Aww come on!”

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[valberryy]

Hello love! I saw that requests were open ((please ignore if i misread them and theyre actually not hhh)), so if you have time may I ask for headcanons of Kaeya being an older brother figure to the reader/traveler? Idk I just thought itd be a cute idea and Ive been thinking it about it too much 😔 Also I really love ur works !! Theyre rlly pretty and ur rlly cool and ily mwah u deserve all my love so now take it

the way i had to research from my sibling having friends for this.... the only child shame 😔 i hope u like it anon!!

kaeya + gn!reader

content warnings: slight spoilers for kaeya's backstory, brief mentions of alcohol (also like very lightly implied albedo x reader)

considering how he never quite had the best experiences with family, kaeya had never consciously acknowledged the way he warmed up to you. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't—he doesn't quite know how. 

it comes naturally to him, more habit than anything—with the same practiced ease with which he channels ice into his blade, he often finds himself casually messing up your hair or using your head as an armrest (archons damn him, he's way too tall). 

(though jean didn't have the closest relationship with her sister either, even she could tell her cavalry captain was soft on you.)

that aside, if you're expecting some grand change in your relationship with him, be prepared to be disappointed. he would be a lot more infuriating with you than normal—"oh my, does little [name] have a crush on our dear al—" "oh, shut up, kaeya!"—but outside of that? it's…pretty much the same, honestly. 

but he would be the type to put a cap on your drinking, if you're old enough to. he'd be the type to laugh at you for getting wasted but carry you home anyway. 

if you're not old enough to drink, he'd tut at you and push his own drink further away from you and order you, like, juice instead. it pains him to watch you drink it, but he's not so irresponsible to allow you to drink if you're not of age.

underneath all of this—the joking, the teasing, the freezing you to the wet sidewalk—there's a part of him that's scared that you'll leave him, too. just like his father, and crepus, and diluc. 

it lingers in the back of his mind, sometimes, when he rushes off into battle with you, or walks you home after one too many drinks. after going so long without anyone he can call family, it takes a while to get used to again.

but once kaeya falls into a rhythm with you, he swears to himself and the homeland he left behind that he'll do things right this time.

[nyctophilin]

Birthday Present

Sweet anon⤀ could you make a lovey-dovey changbin soft don smut with a breeding kink :D and by lovey-dovey i mean where he’s muttering ily’s as he’s pounding in her👉🏼👈🏼 im sorry if this is a lot:(

Description⤀ Y/N decides to give Changbin a special present for his birthday. 

All rights reserved © nyctophilin 2020. Re-posting, copying and translating any of my works is prohibited.

Pairing⤀ Changbin x fem!Reader

Word count⤀ 3.03k

Genre⤀ Fluff, Smut

Warnings⤀ soft dom!changbin, oral(M), soft sex, unprotected penetration, breeding, praising, swearing 

Pearl Note⤀ Happy birthday to the birthday boy!! Let’s just pretend that I’m not late and that I posted it on his birthday. This is my first time writing oral with a male receiver, please be nice with me. Also my first time writing a breeding kink and I’m not sure if I’ve done it properly. This is also my oldest request at the moment. I’m sorry for making you wait so much anon. I hope you like it! Feedback is very much appreciated.

      She took another look at herself in the big mirror, checking to see if there was anything out of place. She was wearing a casual wrap-around red dress that was a little bit longer than her knees. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and her makeup was natural. She decided not to dress up too much. They were going to stay home anyway.

      She impatiently checked the rectangular clock on the wall. Changbin was supposed to be home any moment. Today was his birthday, but they didn’t get to spend it together due to him having to work from early in the morning. However, he promised her that he’d be home early so they could have a little celebratory party together.

      As if on cue she heard the lock of the front door click followed by the sound of it being slammed shut only moments later. Making her way out of the bedroom, she went to welcome Changbin home. He was standing in front of the door, cake and bottle of champagne in each hand struggling to kick off his shoes.

      She hurried to take the cake out of his hand and walked into the kitchen to put it in the fridge.

      “I still think I should have bought the cake. You shouldn’t have to buy your own cake for your birthday!” She voiced while walking back into the living room.

      “The shop was on my way back home anyway. I didn’t want to make you walk there just for that. By the smell coming from the kitchen, I’m sure you had a lot of things to prepare.” He inhaled deeply the smell of freshly cooked food.

      “But I could have made time to do it.” A pout appeared on her lips, forcing a chuckle out of Changbin.

      “Next year, okay? I’ll go take a shower and then we can eat.” He put a hand around her waist and kissed her lovingly before making his way into the bathroom.

      Soon after she heard the sound of the shower being turned on. She decided to use that time to put the food on the plates. She went into the living room to rescue the champagne bottle from the coffee table and opened it pouring it into glasses. 

      Y/N lit the candles on the candlestick trying to bring a more romantic air to the whole setting. She turned on the small audio speaker that was on the kitchen counter and played some slow jazz music. Without realising, she started humming along to the melody, her body swinging slowly from one leg to the other.

      She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and Changbin placed a kiss on her cheek. A smile plastered on her face, and she turned in his arms, kissing his lips. Y/N wanted to move away and sit at the table, but Changbin’s arms tightened around her.

      She looked up at him, the smile from earlier still present on her face.

      “The food will get cold!” She giggled, placing her hands on his biceps.

      “I don’t care. I’m sure it will taste just as amazing. Let’s just dance for a bit!” He proposed, and she silently agreed, resting her head on his shoulder.

      They danced for a good period of time, just enjoying each other’s presence. From time to time, he will swirl her around, and they both would giggle like two children. Standing close to each other, enjoying each other’s smell. 

      By the time they stopped dancing the food was already cold but they didn’t mind.

      They enjoyed dinner together, talking as if they haven’t seen each other in years. Everything felt so magical. Y/N was glad that he was home and that she could enjoy these moments with him.

      When they finished eating, she told him to go ahead and prepare for bed while she stays behind and cleans a little bit. He agreed with a frown and left for the bedroom after placing a kiss on her lips. She watched him as he entered the room and went to put all the plates in the sink.

      She didn’t actually mean her words when she said she’ll be cleaning. She had all the time in the world the next day for the few plates they used, but she wanted to get him out of the way.

      Y/N waited for a few minutes, hoping that by then he’ll be changed in the clothes he uses as pyjamas. When she decided that enough time passed she got up from the chair she was sitting in and made her way to the bedroom. Stopping in front of the door, she untied the bow at the back of her dress, letting it fall loose around her. She took the dress off altogether, letting it slide down her shoulders and fall into the floor.

      The door opened with a quiet creak, so quiet that Changbin didn’t hear it. He was seated on the edge of the bed, phone in hand and eyebrows furrowed. He was most probably talking with the other guys. He didn’t pay her any mind when she entered the room or when she closed the door with a thud. He was either unaware of her presence too focused on the conversation he was having, or he simply chose to ignore her.

      Y/N made her way towards him, making sure to be quiet. When she was only a metre away from him, she stopped and tilted her head, crossing her arms under her chest.

      “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t be using your phone tonight.” Her voice suave and teasing.

      His head shot in her direction, mouth open, an explanation as to why he was using his phone on the tip of his tongue. However, all of his words got stuck in his throat when his eyes landed on her. Looking her up and down, Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed.

      Y/N was wearing a navy matching lingerie set. The lace material was delicately wrapped around her body, the whole picture almost innocent. Almost.

      “It was important. And we were going to go to bed anyway. Or were we?” He provoked, eyebrow raised and bottom lip between his teeth.

      She took the last few steps towards him, placing her hands around his neck. Smirk present on her face, she looked down at him.

      “I was going to give you your present.” She purred, eyes fixing his.

      “But you already did. I absolutely loved that shirt!” He played dumb, placing his hands on her hips.

      “This one is another kind of present.” Bending down, she started kissing him.

      Hands going down from his shoulders to his exposed chest, thanks to him sleeping in only a pair of shorts, feeling him slowly. A groan left his throat, and she broke the kiss, mouth going down his body.

      Y/N left a trail of kisses starting from his jaw down his neck and torso, letting her tongue out occasionally. Changbin had his hand on her back, slightly rubbing it. When she reached his abs, she let her teeth sink into the flesh, sucking on it. The action ripped another groan from him, fueling her desire to please him even more.

      Mouth moving to leave a mark in another place, her fingers hooking into the hem of his shorts and boxers. He lifted his lower body to help her push down his clothes, and his semi-erect penis bounced up.

      Fingers wrapping around his shaft she started pumping him slowly to help him become fully erect. Her mouth stopped her ministration on his abs, and her tongue left a wet trail down to his thigh. Her teeth sank into his inner thigh, hot tongue slowly licking the skin, and she felt his cock twitch in her hand, a smirk forming on her lips.

      Y/N looked up at him with doe eyes and brought her mouth closer to his shaft, not breaking the eye contact for even a second. Lips wrapped around his angry red tip and his fingers instantly tangled in her hair a whiny moan erupting from his chest.

      “You don’t have to. I know you don’t like it.” Changbin spoke, his breath laboured while trying his best not to thrust in her mouth.

      Y/N felt a wave of heat pool in her stomach at his consideration. Always making sure that she is comfortable. Even on his birthday. Even when she was willing to give him a very special present. She absolutely adored him.

      Without saying anything, she released his cock and Changbin relaxed, thinking that she decided against her initial idea. However, his relaxation wasn’t long-lived as she licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, feeling a pulsating vein under her wet muscle. She let it trace around the head before making the tip tease the slit. A string of curses left Changbin’s mouth, hand getting a better hold of her hair.

      Opening her mouth and making sure that her eyes were piercing into his, Y/N took more of his length in this time. Changbin threw his head back and hand tugged at her hair ever so slightly, the subtle pain making her hum in satisfaction. She started bobbing her head up and down in a sloppy and fast manner. Using her hand, she was pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Her awkward moves made obvious the fact that she has done something like that only two or three times before. 

      She let her mouth relax at some point, and Changbin suddenly yanked at her hair. His action almost made her release his cock as she let out a pained moan.

      “Be careful with your teeth. Do it slowly, babe.” He trained while massaging her scalp.

      Y/N nodded slowly and stretched her mouth around him, starting to move her head again, slower this time. She pressed her tongue to his hard length, letting it swirl around as best as she could while bobbing her head. Changbin hissed at her action, the hand that wasn’t in her hair tightly gripping the edge of the mattress.

      Dragging her mouth up, she eagerly sucked on his tip, a strong salty taste laying heavy on her tongue. Unable to contain himself anymore Changbin bucked his hips up. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex activating. Tears pricked in her eyes and her throat burned but instead of pulling her head away like she wanted to, she hollowed her cheeks around him, eager to please him as best as she could.

      “Fuck...You are doing amazing.” He cursed, looking down at her and using his hand to move her hair out of her face.

      Using his thumb, Changbin whipped the tears away from her eye before caressing her cheek lovingly. With hooded eyes, she looked up at him before starting to bob her head once again. With faster moves, she let his tip hit the back of her throat every time she slid her head down. Placing one hand on his thigh to support herself, she used her free one to fondle with his balls, adding to his sensation.

      Her mouth on his cock combined with her hand on his balls and her innocent eyes looking up at him, silently asking if she’s doing well, Changbin couldn’t stop the groans and curses leaving his mouth as if he was reciting a mantra. A few more sloppy bobs of her head and Changbin tangled his fingers in her hair again, pulling lightly.

      “Stop. F-fuck, stop!” He chanted, head thrown back and one of his legs slightly bucking up.

      Y/N listened to his desperate plea and released his cock with a loud pop. The taste of his precum dominant on her tongue and drool dripping down the corner of her mouth. She looked at him, worry present in her eyes.

      “Are you ok? Did I do something?” Her voice hoarse and hands on his biceps.

      Y/N’s eyes were travelling up and down his body, trying to find any sign of discomfort. Mind flooded with all the things she has done wrong that might have hurt him.

      Changbin harshly gripped the sides of her face and kissed her forcefully, taking her by surprise. He pushed his tongue in her mouth, tasting himself on every corner of it and another groan left his throat. He broke the kiss, licking his lips, her flustered face making his shaft twitch.

      “You almost made me fucking cum.” With sudden moves, he picked her up from the floor and slammed her against the mattress, hovering over her. “And as much as I would have loved that, I would rather do it inside you.” Changbin whispered in her ear, hand ghosting over her clothed heat.

      Tracing two fingers over her panties, he bit his lip at the feeling of the dampened cloth. His mouth was leaving marks around her collarbones. 

      Moving the material of her panties out of the way he circled her entrance a few times, enjoying how wet she was, before pushing a finger in. Y/N’s back arched dramatically at the not so sudden fullness, a loud moan escaping past her lips.

      “Binnie, please! Just fuck me.” Her voice came out more desperate than she intended to. 

      Her breath was laboured as she was gripping the sheets trying not to move. She wanted to cum around him, not his fingers. 

      Changbin was watching, amazed by the ethereal sight in front of him. Her fucked out expression from just one of his fingers had his shaft twitching.

      “Are you sure you ca…”

      “Fuck, yes! Please, let me feel you!”

      He hurriedly removed his finger from her entrance and shoved it in his mouth, moaning in satisfaction at her sweet taste. He hooked his fingers on the hem of her panties before taking them off and throwing it somewhere in the room. Positioning himself between her legs, he used one hand to rub his erection on her dripping heat. Y/N moaned when his tip came in contact with her clit and bucked her hips to meet his.

      Changbin held her right hand with his left one and used his right one to position his cock at her entrance. He pushed in slowly his girth, stretching her out deliciously. Both of them moaned at the same time when he bottomed inside of her.

      He stilled his movement giving her time to adjust and occupied his mouth with leaving kisses on her neck. A few moments later, Y/N squeezed his hand that was holding her’s, a signal that he can start moving. He bit her neck one last time before beginning to move his hips.

      His thrusts were deep and slow, almost too slow. It was as if he was afraid to break her, even though he has done it so many times in the past. His mouth found her’s and he kissed her. A passionate kiss, and for a second, it was as if he was confessing his love to her over again.

      A particular deep thrust had her breaking the kiss and moaning loudly. Throwing her legs around his waist and crossing them, she looked him in the eyes.

      “Faster!” Her walls clenched around him as the words left her mouth.

      Changbin threw his head back at the feeling. He held her other hand as well and brought both of them over her head, propping himself better on the bed.

      “Fuck. You are so tight for me, babe.” He murmured, lips close to her ear. “I love you so much!”

      Hips thrusting faster, he bit the shell of her ear and groaned at the newfound vigour of his moves. Y/N’s mouth fell agape and she intertwined their fingers. She loved it when Changbin was soft. As much as she loved when he was ruining her, slow sex always felt different. As if they were connecting with each other on more levels than just the physical. 

      A moan, loud enough to be heard by their neighbours, left her mouth when Changbin hit her g-spot. She felt a knot forming in her stomach with each of his thrusts and she was unable to keep her voice down anymore.

      “You are clenching around me so much.” Changbin’s voice was an octave lower than usual. “Are you close babe?” One of his hands let go of hers and connected with her clit rubbing the bundle of nerves slowly.

      Y/N nodded eagerly not trusting her voice at that moment.

      “Me too. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.” He presented his intention and her cunt clenched involuntarily around him. “Would you like that? Being full with my babies?” Changbin bit his bottom lip at the thought. “Fuck. You’ll look so good pregnant with my child.”

      His thrusts got just a tab bit faster and his ministration on her clit were messy and rapid. He was chasing his high and helping her reach her’s.

      “I love you!” He whispered in her ear and that was the last straw.

      Her walls were clenching uncontrollably around him and the knot in her stomach broke sending her over the edge. Changbin continued to rub her clit helping her ride her high. 

      A string of ‘I love you’s left his mouth as he buried himself deep inside her. He orgasmed, his cum coming out in long spurts painting her walls. He continued to rut inside of her for a few moments before he finally stopping.

      The room was filled with the smell of sex and the only sound audible was their laboured breaths. Changbin pulled out of her and rolled into his side hugging her close to him. His hand travelled from her cheek to her sides finally stopping on her stomach.

      A smile somewhat sad appeared on her face before placing her hand over his.

      “You know I can’t get pregnant now.” Her voice soft as if she was trying to explain something to a kid.

      He sighed deeply. “I know.” He looked her in the eyes before placing a small kiss to her forehead. “Maybe one day.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Wait! You are taking requests!!! Can I please get 46 and 51 with Ez please! I can imagine them at a party or something and he pulls her up with a cute af grin, being all cuddly and sweet!!!

Anon #2 asked: Ezzzzzz with 87 and maybe he whimpers “fuck...” when you do it 👀👀

Anon #3 asked: I’m so sorry, this is the last I swear. 72 and 67 from the prompt list with the youngest Reyes tysm ily!!!!

Anon #4 asked: FUCK, the thought of Ezekiel Reyes telling me I’m a good girl 🥵🥵 I’m wet . I have the biggest praise kink, pls baby, tell me I’m doing so well ! Do you think you could do a little sum for me please 🥵🥺🥺🥺

Prompts:

46. “I wanna dance with you”

51. “You kill me every time you smile”.

72. “Club doesn’t go first”.

67. “You and me, forever”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word count: 2.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @xxrouxx

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“EZ it's okay, don' worry. I understand it”.

“I'm truly sorry, (Y/N). I swear to God”.

“Ezekiel. It's okay. Club goes first”.

“I promise we'll celebrate your birthday as soon as I'm back. I promise. I swear”.

“Hey, boy scout! We're leaving! Stop bitchin'”.

“Yeah! Give me a second!” He replies. “I have to leave you… I'm sorry”.

“Go, EZ. Call me when you're back”.

“I will”.

You can't lie. You're a little upset because he's not going to be in your birthday for first time in seven years. You met him at the jail in Stockton, when you were finishing your studies, working as an auxiliary nurse. You're best friends since then, and it's an special occasion. But at least, you have your other friends to celebrate with.

When they cover your eyes, inside the car, with a bandanna you know it's going to be a crazy night. You don't know anything about your birthday party, and you don't want to think about what they have been able to prepare. You just wait in silence to the car to stop. And when it does and Monique helps you to go out of it, you hear some murmurs claiming for silence. She guides you with both hands on your shoulders, until you're in the middle of the dark.

“Ok, wait! Don't take it off yet!” She says, listening how her steps go away from you. “Ok! NOW!”

You break in laugh, pulling down the bandanna, until you notice where you are.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The whole crew is in the front yard of the clubhouse, reunited with your friends from work and your housemates. Your eyes are filling with tears, watching EZ running towards you to lift you up on his arms. You hug him tightly, wrapping his waist with your legs.

“Fuck, you're so dumb! I thought you weren't gonna believe me”.

He's laughing, infecting you, while he covers your face with a lot of kisses all around.

“Happy birthday, enfermera”.

“You fucking idiot!” You say pouting and hitting one of his shoulders, when your feet are back on the ground.

“Eh! Don' need to be this aggressive, just because it's your birthday!”

“I hate you…”

“Hey, club doesn't go first”. He whispers right in your ear, holding you tightly. “Do you remember what I said once, ah?”

“You and me, forever”.

“That's right. And now… let's enjoy the night”.

So you do. There are a lot of meat that Felipe brought, latin music flooding the crowded yard, beers going from one side to another, your friends dancing with the Mayans. Bishop has ask you for a dance. That man is like your father since you put a foot in his club, and he's pretty good with salsa. But when the song changes to another more sensual, the president pushes you into EZ. He's sitting next to Angel and Gilly, watching you the whole time with that charming smile he's always wearing when you're together.

Your hips moving to the beat, letting yourself go without worries, with sensual and delicate moves. You know how much the skirt of your dress is provoking him, because of the obvious romantic and sexual tension between both since ever, always keeping a secure distance to not fuck up your friendship. But you have had more tequila than you can afford. He reclines on the chair, enjoying the show, while his brothers speak oblivious to the situation. Licking his lips, EZ chuckles supporting the beer over a thigh rubbing his chin while you come closer.

“I want you to dance with me”. You say offering a hand that he doesn't doubt to grab.

Leaving away his drink, EZ lets you guide him to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. His chest stuck on your back, moving your waist to the rhythm of the song, and your arms raised up, back to his nape. His breathing colliding against your neck, following every move so close you can hear his heartbeat. His scent filling your lungs, his lips caressing your skin. You don't even know which song is playing, because dancing with him is in the only thing you're focusing on.

Closing your eyes, you feel his hands going down slowly by your sides to reach the folds of the skirt, raising it some inches, dragging gently his fingers above your skin bristling it.

“Fuck… Stop playing with ma' mind”. He begs you leaving a soft kiss on your neck.

You just laugh tangling your hands with his, turning to face him, too close of his lips. Almost touching them.

“No”.

“I hate you”. He mutters placing his hands on your lower back, smirking so naturally that makes your legs tremble a little.

“You kill me every time you smile”.

“Really…? Then, erase it from my face”. He challenges you with a too sensual hoarsely tone.

You kiss him. No doubts doing it. His lips tastes so good, that almost dizzy you. You can feel the same necessity he has to happen, as you have. Many years enduring it. And it's finally happening. Your fingers caressing the back of his head slowly, contrary to how your mouth works against his. Your tongue finding the other so desperate you don't mind the shortness of air. You know that everybody is looking at you sideways, not wanting to interrupt the moment, and you don't even care.

“Fuck… now I have two birthday presents to give you”. EZ chuckles, touching his nose with yours in a dearly gesture.

“And what are you waitin' for, Ezekiel?”

The Mayan twists his head, biting his tongue with a naughty smile drawn on his lips. He has that look on his face he could use after killing someone and before adopting a puppy from the dog kennel. Now it also means he's going to show you how much he desires you. Holding your hand, he guides you to the clubhouse, under some claps and whistles from the guys. Of course they felt the tension, since ever, and they also are like five years old. Bad combination. They stop making noise when you cross the hall, right to the dorms.

You know pretty well that room. It isn't the first time you sleep there, after a long day at the hospital, a nap on a day off… Always with EZ. He closes the door when you two are already inside, pushing you with his body to the bed and his hands cupping your face in. He's on top of you, one of his legs among yours, on of yours between his rubbing the erection under his jeans. His tongue fighting yours desperate, while his calloused hands go below the white dress, dragging them on your thighs making you moan low. His fingers reach the waistband of your panties stretching it slightly, biting his lips with your attentive orbs over his.

“Joder, joder, joder…” He curses in spanish. “Fuck… stop me… Please, stop me”.

Yes, you think that could break your friendship, but it's the fear talking. Not reality.

“EZ, I want you. Since ever”. You sentence, leaning up to catch out his breath by kissing him, too hungry for his lips.

He doesn't need anything else to put down your panties, until finding the floor. His right hand ventures among your thighs and the heat that emanates from there, growling in your neck when he reaches your center.

“Shit, baby…” He sighs sliding a finger inside you, making you gasp low right on his ear. “Should be illegal be this wet…”

“And it's your fault”. You quickly highlight, biting his lobe.

EZ wants to enjoy it, to make it slowly for you. But he has wait for too long. Digging his finger among your folds, rough and deep, he rubs his hardness against your knee anxious for feeling some friction. And you're not going to keep containing yourself, using your natural tone of voice to moan, not caring a fuck if the crew and your friends hear you. You want to show him how bad you need him. A second finger gets curled inside you, exploring your wetness masterfully, while his mouth devours yours with the taste of tequila driving you crazy.

But he needs more. So you do.

Much to your regret, after some seconds, he pulls them away to take off your dress above your head, showing him your bare breasts. Ezekiel is fascinated, having you naked when he's fully dressed, under his mercy and his desires.

“You're so fuckin' beautiful, baby”. He growls before catching one of your nipples with his teeth, stretching it up some inches before sucking it gently.

You're squirming below his caresses, spreading your legs to accommodate him between them. Now you can feel how hard he is, thrusting you with the fabric of his jeans rubbing your clit so delicious you could cum like that. Your hands takes off the kutte leaving it by a side of the mattress, taking the advantage of doing the same with his shirt. Ezekiel is so hot, you can't deny that fact, starting to lose control. His long fingers undone his belt and his jeans, undressing himself as fast as you need it.

“Put on my kutte, baby. I wanna see you wearing it and riding me”. He whispers against your lips, biting them dearly, watching him sideways jerking himself off.

You don't say anything sitting up on the bed to do it. And you have to recognize that looks good on you. Eze rest his back against the wall, after throwing away the pillow to get comfortable, looking you while he continues stroking his cock. You can see the veins in his arms marking the toasted skin, licking your lips, being one of your weak points in life. His hands and his arms. Crawling on top of his lap, he plays with his glans among your folds, showing you the smile that makes you feel more wet.

“Fuck, baby… Look at you”. He soughs, while the tip of your tongue tours up his chin and mouth. “Take it all, my Mayan. It's all yours”.

That sounds so good, drowning your legs down, digging his dick inside you.

“Shit, Ezekiel! You're so big…”

“Do you like it, ah?”

“Yes… baby. Yes…”

“Ride that big cock, cariño. C'mon… Ride me”. He begs you, kissing your neck with short ones licking your skin.

Your hips start to bounce his hardness, discovering you can go deeper as much as you spread your legs. His hands nailed on your waist with both thumbs pressing your abdomen, keeping your eyes with his and parted lips. His erection hits your soul every time you jump by a frenetic and constant dance of pleasure, feeling his teeth biting your collarbone and his tongue drawing some bruises above it.

“Shit… just like that, mi vida… justamente así. Such a good girl...”

Ez's voice lost in what you make him feel is everything for you, claiming for more, begging for your warm pussy welcoming him delighted. He creates a road of bites, starting under your chin, sucking it slowly until he reaches your mouth. His tongue explores it finding yours in a filthy and dirty kiss, slapping your ass without expecting, thrice with part of his strength. Arching your anatomy and leaning your head back softly you let your heavy moans flood the dorm, before he turns you over the bed. With Ezekiel on top of you, he grabs your thighs to open your legs as much as you can handle it.

“You wan'me deeper, cariño?”

“And faster… Fuckin' kill me, Ez”.

“Can you keep your legs opened for me, baby girl, ah?”

“Yeah… I promise, daddy”. You nod, getting desperate because he's moving his body to slow.

One of his big callous hands grabs tightly your throat, surrounding your back with the free one. And he does it. He goes deeper. Deliciously deep, with his abdomen hitting your wetted folds once and again, harder than the last. You're almost out of air crying out his name and some spanish curses every time he pounds you, maintaining your gaze burning in lust and pleasure. He wants to kiss you more than anything in the world, but he also wants to see your face and all the gestures your draw in it unconsciously, because of his cock thrusting your g-spot.

Biting his lower lip, Ez nails his knees on the mattress without pulling his dick out of you, but raising your trembling legs to his shoulders before lie down on top of you again. This position is new for you, but after the first push you know it's going to be one of your favorites.

“Wan'me to make you cum, mi amor?”

“Please, daddy, please…”

He chuckles giving you a smooth kiss, tangling your hands on his forearms. The rhythm becomes speedy and intensive, feeling the tickles in your low belly as you start to cry out rolling your eyes in white, when the orgasm wraps your body under his grip. He keeps going with every pound, seeing how red is part of his chest and neck because of the effort, starting to growl when he finds your lips again in a needy kiss begging you to hold for him just a few more seconds. You could wait for EZ all your life.

“Can I… cum inside you?” He asks you as well as he can, somewhat exhausted, close to the edge.

“Fuck… to bring another Reyes?”

He can't help but break into laughs, stopping his moves, as you do. The laughters floods the room for a second, imagining how bad could be for the world, but how good could be for you two. Of course, you've never talked about it. But, having a family together? You're in. And Ez is totally in too.

“Let's set the world on fire, mi vida”. He chuckles, lowering your legs to his waist to pound you again.

His body digging into your legs with somekind of fury, pinching your ass in the meantime of his cock punches your pussy without nonstop. He was so close, he can't even expect his warm jizz completely filling you with a hoarse and throaty moan, drilling your ears.

“Shit, baby…”

He falls deadbeat on your chest, whilst your fingers caressing the back of his neck, getting a little wet because of the sweat your bodies are wrapped in. Slowly pulling himself out, inside of your legs, he kisses a little tired your lips.

There's no hall of shame when you come back to the crowded yard, after having a short shower together, sitting on EZ's chair by you on his lap. Angel brings you a beer with pursed lips in a smile, not needing to use any words to make you know how proud he feels of you finally being his sister-in-law. He cheers your drink with his, before sitting again on his own chair. Resting your left temple on Ezekiel's shoulder, you have a sip of yours getting comfy against his body. His hand touring your thighs gently, joining the talk between his friends like if nothing happened seconds ago, taking pleasure of having you so, so close.

And you can't help, seeing him smile, but grabbing his chin with two fingers to lean him down so you can kiss him again. You feel like an addict, and by the way he has to drag his hand on your skin, he is too.

“I'm… assuming you wanna be my girl”. He mutters caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Well, I need a Reyes to handle with a baby one”.

He chuckles shaking his head and closing both eyes for a while.

“Would you… really like it? The idea of having a baby with an ex-con, part of a motorbike cl—?”

“The idea of having a family with my intelligent, handsome, and super interesting bestfriend? Yes, Ezekiel. I would love it”.

“You forgot to say ‘best chef in the world’”.

“And best lover”.

“My ego es happy right now”.

“Good, that's one of my missions”.

“Te amo”. He whispers, hearing a loud ‘aw’ coming from Bishop, Tranq and Taza. The oldest with the most childish minds of all.

You laugh loud curling your legs above your boyfriend, hugging you tightly and filling your face with kisses.

[obxlife]

Trapped (JJ x Reader)

A/N: YAY I love JJ requests! This one is a bit out of what I usually write (if you couldn’t tell I love writing fluff lol) so I was super happy to try writing real angsty again. It was kind of hard but whatever. I really enjoyed writing this and can we talk about what a sweet request? Like yes, I love you too, anon! Also I worte this right after doing a histology quiz that I thought I was going to fail which I didn’t so YAY!

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 5,821

Request: Hiya! I love you’re writing so much, you’re so talented!!! Hotel Madness is my favorite JJ fic ever. I was wondering if you could do something where the reader & JJ break up but still have feelings for each other & the pogues come up will a plan to get you guys to makeup, exactly like they did with Sarah & Kie where they locked them on the boat? Could it be super-duper angsty but a fluffy ending? If not it’s okay, thank you for taking the time to read this, ily, hope you’re doing well!!!

Summary: It’s been two months since you and JJ broke up. The rest of the Pogues come up with a plan to bring you back together. 

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, mentions of JJ’s abuse, mentions of weed and alcohol, and fluff at the end.

TRAPPED

If you had to guess what JJ Maybank was doing right now, it would be getting high along with the rest of the Pogues.

You hadn’t seen any of them in two months, and you missed them. 

You had met them a year ago when you had bumped into them in one of the many keggers they had organized at the Boneyard. You and JJ had hooked up that night and would continue to do so for a while before you would have feelings for each other. 

Your first date was a month after you had met him, and it had been everything you had ever wanted. JJ had taken you out onto the marsh and prepared some food for the both of you, which you enjoyed until the sun went down. It was the exact kind of break you needed from your Kook life. 

From then on, your relationship seemed like heaven. You met the Pogues (for real and not because they had walked in on you and JJ), you had learned about his home life, you had taken him to your house to meet your parents, everything. Your life was a fairytale and you loved every second of it.

But then, two months ago, JJ became distant. More than ever. And you had no clue as to what you had done wrong or what had caused him to pull away. You thought everything was going perfectly between you two - actually, you were just about to tell him you loved him. But then he pulled away and you began to fight and everything fell apart.

It began with him changing your plans, asking for rain checks every time you were supposed to see each other. Then, when you would find him (because you had to go to the Chateau to find him), it would be screams. For two whole weeks, you would fight every single time you two were close, and everybody (meaning the Pogues) was growing sick of it.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” you yelled at JJ the last time you had entered the Chateau. “Why do you keep ignoring me?”

JJ had groaned from where he had been sitting on the pullout couch. He pressed his hands into his face, trying not to get angry but not managing to do so. “Why are you always on my back, Y/N?”

This made you even madder. “How can I possibly be on your back if I have no clue what to be on your back for? We haven’t spoken in weeks! I have no idea what’s going on with you.”

“Nothing!” JJ shouted, standing up and throwing his green hat down. “Nothing is wrong with me!”

“Then why are you shutting me out?” you yelled. You noticed the three other Pogues outside, sitting near the hammock, covering their ears. Your shouts could probably be heard in a three-mile radius.

“I’m not!” the boy yelled back at you. 

“My ass, you’re not.”

JJ sighed, not really knowing what to say. He sat back down on the pullout couch pressing his hands to his hair. You bit your lip, your arms crossed across your chest as the both of you calmed down. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t keep doing this,” JJ muttered out. You were shocked. You would have never thought of ending things with JJ. 

“What?” you voiced out weakly. 

“I - I don’t know. I just - I feel like we hurt each other more than help,” he turned to look at you while saying this, and you were sure you could hear your heart breaking. 

You began to shake your head as you approached him. You tried to take his hands into yours but he pulled away. “Don’t say that, J. Don’t - don’t throw everything we have away.”

Tears began to stream down your cheeks and you could see JJ’s eyes watering. 

“I don’t know what else to do,” he whispered. He resisted the urge to reach out towards you, but he knew this had to be done.

“What do you mean? We can fix this!”

JJ only shook his head. You tried to reach out for him again, but he pulled back. “No, no. I - I need you, J. Please don’t do this.”

JJ stood up and stepped back, a single tear falling down his face. He wiped it away before you could even catch a glimpse at it. With his back turned towards you, he said, “I’m done, Y/N. We’re done.”

Before his tears could fall down he had left. You stood up from where you were, numb at what JJ had just said. This is it, you thought. You began to collect your things and headed out of the Chateau. 

“What happened? Where’s J?” John B asked, coming closer towards you. You shook your head, a tear finally falling down from your eye. You shook your head and pursed your lips, willing yourself not to break down. 

“Um, we broke up.”

The shock on their faces was something you would never be able to remove from your memory. They thought you and JJ were going to last forever because you were perfect for each other. Hell, everyone thought you were going to last forever. 

“Why?” Kie asked. You sighed, letting another tear fall. You tried to wipe it away hastily, but everybody had seen it. 

“I - I don’t know. We just broke up.”

The Pogues had taken a step forward to hug you, but you stepped back. “I’m gonna go. Tell JJ I’m sorry.”

And with that, you had turned around. The Pogues watched you drive off before moving into the Chateau. 

Tears fell from your eyes for the following two days, until you felt dehydrated and had no more tears to cry. Then you drank some water and cried some more. 

You couldn’t understand why JJ had done what he had done. How could he end everything so suddenly? And with no reason?

You didn’t leave your bed for a month. You would lounge around and your mother would check up on you and beg you to move but you wouldn’t. It wasn’t until your best friend, Meg, came by that you went out. 

“Oh, God, when did you last shower?” she had said when she had walked in. You didn’t reply but instead shifted around in your bed. As a result of your movements, some used tissue fell down from your duvet. 

“Okay, so, what? This boy breaks up with you and you become Shrek?”

Her teasing made you smile just a bit. “He was the love of my life.”

Meg laughed at this. “You’ll meet the next love of your life soon enough. Let’s just get you up and at it again so you can have the chance of meeting him.”

She was tugging on your arms, making you sit up. “And let’s also get you fixed up so that he will want to meet you.”

Soon enough, you were walking down the streets of the Outer Banks again. You avoided places you knew JJ would be, such as the Wreck and the Cut in general, and you would lounge around with your friends for most of your time. They would beg you to go out and party but you would always deny their offers, not wanting to bump into JJ.

Slowly, but surely, you thought you were getting over him. Until you bumped into him and you found out you were not. 

He had been in Meg’s backyard, cutting the grass, when you had walked up from the dock with Meg. Once you saw him you froze, not wanting to be where you were. He seemed to freeze when he saw you too, and before he could open his mouth to talk to you, you had run off inside of Meg’s house. 

JJ turned to Meg, coughing awkwardly. He noticed the death glare the redhead was giving him, and he wished he would be swallowed by the Earth instead of on the receiving end of her wrath. 

“Um, how is she?” he asked, unsure of wanting to hear the answer. Meg rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Better than when she was with you,” she replied harshly, running forward towards her friend. JJ somehow doubted what Meg had said was true, but a small voice in the back of his head told him, She probably is doing better without you. 

After that, you had tried to go out more with your friends, but partying was painful. It reminded you too much of JJ and all of the things you would do with him when you went out to party. 

All you wanted was to be in his arms again.

****************************************************

JJ hadn’t left his room for two weeks since the break up when the Pogues had made him get up. They couldn’t understand why he would break up with you if he was going to be this hurt about it.

However, JJ knew exactly why he had broken up with you. It had been fear. Complete and utter fear of his feelings and your feelings. He knew he loved you - deep down he did - but he didn’t want to admit that to himself. He didn’t want to be any more vulnerable than he was, and you made him that. You made him let down his walls and be himself in a way that made him afraid. You held so much power over him without even knowing it. 

He had come to realize all of this a month before he had broken up with you. He had tried to create a breach between you two because he thought that if he pushed you far away enough you would break up with him. He realized this was a futile attempt when you would constantly call him and try to get a hold of him. He tried to ignore you, drowning the guilt of leaving you hanging in alcohol and weed. He tried to distract himself from you, hiding his phone away and putting some distance between the object and himself.

But then you began to show up at the Chateau. You began to ask questions, and each time JJ would feel himself wanting to wrap his hands around your body and telling you how he truly felt. Panic would rise between from within his bones at that thought, and he would close himself off again without even opening up to you. When he noticed just how much pain he was causing you he knew he had to end it. He couldn’t get past the fact that it was him causing you pain and that he was the cause for your tears. He hated it and himself. 

So he had decided that if you fought three more times before you broke up with him, then he would do the deed himself. The first time you fought he had dreaded you even saying such words that would end your relationship. JJ knew he didn’t want that, but he didn’t want to be vulnerable more. The second time you fought he had been disappointed you hadn’t called the relationship off. He knew you deserved better than him and what he was putting you through. Why couldn’t you see that? The third time you fought he had built enough courage inside himself to say, “Maybe we shouldn’t keep doing this.”

“What?” you had asked him. The pain in your voice almost wanted him to take what he said back, but JJ knew that, eventually, breaking up would be the best for both of you. He could go back to living less in fear and you would meet someone better than him. 

“I - I don’t know. I just - I feel like we hurt each other more than help.”

JJ was trying to make you understand. He wanted you to understand that you were going to be better without him.

Soon enough, JJ found himself laying on his bed, and tears rolled down his cheeks and neck and chest. They left a burning trail of guilt and shame. Why are you crying?, he thought to himself. You broke up with her, so suck it up.

Soon the Pogues had flooded into his room, but he begged them to be alone. They had never seen JJ cry the way he was crying. Not even after an episode with his dad. 

He continued to cry for a long time. Even after Pope and Kie had gone home. Even after John B had gone to bed. Even after the sun had risen from the sea. 

JJ stopped crying the following afternoon when he decided that enough was enough. He got up, grabbed a beer, and got higher than he had ever gotten. All he wanted to do was get you out of his head.

And so for the following month, he spent his days drunk to the point where the Pogues were afraid for his health and didn’t know how to help him. They planned an intervention, which they did the following day.

JJ had walked into the Chateau’s kitchen only to stop dead in his track. Kie, Pope, and John B stood before the fridge, blocking it. 

“Hi, JJ,” Kie spoke out. “We need to talk.”

JJ scratched his head, a bit hungover, and said, “Okay? Can I get a beer first, though?”

Pope and John B each placed a hand over JJ’s shoulders. “No, you cannot,” the dark-skinned boy said. 

They pushed JJ back onto the pullout couch, where he tumbled back, a little angered now. 

“What are you guys doing? Just let me get a beer!”

JJ tried to break through the wall his friends had created, but their combined force pushed him back. “Not until you tell us what the hell is going on with you JJ.”

JJ remained quiet. “Stay out of my business,” he mumbled suddenly.

After a lot of bickering and pushing around from the three brunette Pogues, the blond finally confessed. 

“It’s Y/N.”

John B scoffed at his, now calm, friend. “Yeah, we kind of figured that much out.”

Pope glared at John B before taking a seat next to JJ. “Why did you break up with her?”

JJ shook his head, realizing how stupid he had been before. He shouldn’t have broken up with you. “It’s stupid.”

Kie leaned down before him, wiping his tears away. “You can tell us, J.”

And so JJ did. He told them about how he felt vulnerable around you and how that scared him. He told them about how in love with you he was and how you deserved someone better. And then he told him about the break-up. 

“You’re an idiot,” John B said after JJ stopped speaking. 

JJ sighed. “I know.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Kie asked the blond, whose hands were in his hair and tugging on it. 

“I don’t know.”

Pope stood up and stood next to John B. “I’ll tell you what you need to do,” he belted out, a tad bit aggressively. “You need to stop being an idiot. Sober up and get back on your feet. And get her back.”

John B nodded, then said, “God knows she was the best thing that has ever happened to you, JJ.”

JJ nodded. He stood up and got to work. He headed to the bathroom and took a much-needed shower. He cleaned his room and threw all of the beer cans into the trash. And then he went into town in search of some odd jobs he could do. He was getting his life back together.

Soon enough he ran into a Kook that was willing to pay to get his lawn mowed. JJ gladly accepted and found himself in the Kook’s garden that same afternoon. As he was running the lawnmower up and down the garden he heard it. The most angelic sound ever. Your laugh. 

He turned to find you with Meg walking up the dock. Fuck, JJ thought. He hadn’t noticed that the Kook he had spoken to was Meg’s dad.

JJ watched you walk away, regret building up inside him. He thought you looked beautiful even if he could feel the pain radiating off you. 

“Um, how is she?” JJ asked, unsure of wanting to hear the answer. He really did want to know how you were, but he didn’t want to hear about you having a bad time. Meg rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Better than when she was with you,” she replied harshly, running forward towards her friend. That answer didn’t make him a feel any better, and even though he doubted the truth in Meg’s words, he couldn’t help thinking, She probably is doing better without you.

That afternoon he had returned to the Chateau feeling down, and John B could tell. He was lounging around with Sarah when the door had busted open, JJ walking in with a frown. 

“How was your day?”

JJ shrugged. “I bumped into Y/N.”

John B sat up straighter, pulling his arm away from Sarah’s body and leaning forward. “How did it go?”

The blond shook his head. “I’m never getting her back, bro.”

And then JJ left into his room, locking himself in there for two days.

During those days John B had been concocting. He had called Kie and Pope around to talk.

“We can’t let this go on any further,” he told them. “JJ loves Y/N and he’s been shit ever since he broke up with her.”

“Which he was an idiot for,” Kie muttered softly. 

“Agreed,” said Pope. “Plus, I kind of miss her. She was fun. And she made JJ more tolerable.”

Kie nodded. “We need a plan to make them get back together. Or at least get some type of closure.”

And so the Pogues (minus JJ) got to work.

******************************************

It was the first day you had been alone since Meg had walked into your room and forced you to stand up. Your phone had suddenly begun chiming and going crazy from many texts that you were receiving. They were from John B.

You frowned while opening your phone. You had only talked to him a handful of times since you and JJ had broken up, so you were surprised to see him flooding your phone. 

John B: Hey Y/N we kind of need your help

John B: And before you say no, JJ isn’t here

John B: I’m picking you up in five

John B: At the dock

John B: Don’t make me go get you

You sighed knowing that if the Pogues needed you for something then they really had no one else to turn to. You grabbed your bag from your chair inside your room and headed down to the dock. Before leaving you grabbed some snacks from your cabinet, not sure how long this was going to take.

Before you could sit down at the end of your dock, John B had pulled up in the HMS Pogue. He stopped the boat as you hopped on, revving the engine again. 

“Why did you need me?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Kie almost drowned! We didn’t know what to do but we managed to get her breathing again. By then Pope was freaking out and I know you volunteered to help at the lifeguard station at that big beach in the mainland. You learned how to deal with almost drowned patients right?”

Your eyes widened as John B recapped the story. You nodded your head, worried for Kie.

You pulled up next to Heyward’s boat, where you could see Pope freaking out inside. 

Climbing onto Heyward’s boat, you walked inside to see only Pope. You were confused. “Where’s Kie?”

Before you could even blink, John B and Pope had grabbed onto you and held you high in the air. 

“Hey! What are you doing?” you screamed and tried to break out of their arms. 

“Just shut up for a while and you’ll be fine,” John B said. You saw Kie pulling open the hatch in the floor of the deck of the boat. 

“Are you guys kidnapping me?” you shrieked. You were shocked at what was going on.

“It’s for what’s best for you!”

They dumped you under the deck of the boat as gently as they could as they closed the hatch. You stood up and pounded against the floor of the deck. 

“Open up, you guys! Please!” 

They ignored you. You tried to listen to anything that could be going on outside, but all you could hear was silence. 

You felt like hours had gone by before you felt footsteps around the hatch again. You tried to strain your ears and listen to what was going on. 

“Hey!” you heard a male voice from the outside. You jumped up at this and began to hit the hatch once again with your balled-up fists.

“Get me out of here, John B!” you yelled. The hatch pulled open, revealing a blond boy you were avoiding. Your heart stopped in your chest as his eyes widened. 

“Are you kidding me?” you climbed out, pushing JJ’s helping hands away. You reached the railing of Heyward’s boat to see John B, Kie, and Pope on the HMS Pogue, waving tauntingly at you. 

“Have fun!” one of them yelled out. 

“What the hell is this?” you yelled out throwing whatever you could grab from inside your bag at them.

“Try to make up or something! There’s food in there and we left you some weed so JJ can roll a blunt,” Pope screamed just as the boat left. 

You turned towards the blond boy, asking for some type of explanation with your eyes. He raised his hands up in innocence. 

“They tricked me. I swear,” he said. You rolled your eyes and walked past him sitting down inside of the boat’s cabin. There, you pulled out a snack from your bag and began to eat, deciding that there was nothing better to do to pass the time. 

JJ had taken a seat outside, trying to give you space. He had decided that if you wanted to talk, he would gladly reply. He didn’t want to pressure you to be in his presence. JJ began to play with his lighter, which he always had on himself, to pass time.

Sooner than later the sky had turned dark and the stars were littering it. JJ had not moved from his spot and he knew that you hadn’t too. He had been stealing glances at you every now and then, just to make sure you were still on the boat and had not decided to swim away from it. His stomach grumbled and JJ eyed the food on the table of the cabin. It was next to you. He tried not to give in to the temptations, but he simply couldn’t take it anymore.

JJ walked in, wringing his hands together. He reached for a pack of cookies on the table, noticing they were your favorites. Instead of opening it, he offered it to you. You took it into your hands without making any eye contact with him. He grabbed onto a sandwich instead.

After a while - or actually after a sandwich - JJ was satisfied. His stomach was no longer grumbling. 

He turned to look at you. JJ wanted to talk to you, but he didn’t know how to start. 

“Hey,” he began. He sounded awkward and uncomfortable. You didn’t even reply. “How are you?”

You scoffed at his questions, before turning your back to him and continuing to munch on your snacks. 

“I’m good, JJ. What about you?” he said in an extremely high pitched voice. You turned around to look at him, offended. 

“I do not sound like that.”

JJ was glad that you had turned around. His smile made you feel butterflies in your guts, and you almost slipped and smiled back. 

“You kind of do, though.”

You glared at him again and turned back around. You continued to eat away.

“So, Meg said you were doing alright. Is that true?”

You didn’t want to answer. 

“I hope it is. I really want you to be good.”

You were now angry but for real this time. Why did he break up with you then and pretend to care now?

“Stop pretending like you care about me,” you grumbled out. 

JJ hated how bitter the words sounded. He hated that they were directed to him. He had never been treated this way by you. 

“But I do care,” he said softly. He didn’t want to rile you up, but he wanted to be honest with you. He wanted to be more honest than he had been two months ago. 

“If you care so much you shouldn’t have broken up with me!” you belted out harshly. The words were supposed to make him hurt, but then why were they hurtful to you, too?

JJ moved his eyes towards the ground. His fingers were playing with his ring which let you know he was nervous. You could see the sweat that was accumulating at the edge of his forehead and you noticed some blush rising up to his face. 

“I regret it, you know?” he started. His voice was soft and weak and vulnerable. It reminded you of when he spoke to his dad. You stayed firm with your posture, not turning to look at him. 

“I regret it more than anything. All I want to do is take it back and be honest with you.”

Your eyes softened, hearing the pain in his voice. You wanted to be strong, but JJ was your only weakness. You spun around towards him for the millionth time that night.

“I didn’t know what I was doing when I broke up with you and I ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I don’t know how to fix it.”

You couldn’t bear the pain in his voice. You reached your hand out, touching his arm as gently as you could. 

“You can tell me now.”

JJ nodded his head, composing himself. 

“I didn’t know how to be with you. I was in love with you and that scared me. I didn’t like being scared of what I felt so I tried to push you away. I wanted you to break up with me because I couldn’t even imagine myself breaking up with you. And when I thought my plan was working you tried to ask me what was wrong. And every single time I wanted to tell you that I loved you, I would panic. I felt like I was trapped in a room with my dad, but my dad had the shape of my feelings. I didn’t like being vulnerable or weak and you were my weakness. So I tried to push you away hoping that you would finish our relationship.”

Tears were streaming down both of your faces. You couldn’t believe this was the reason JJ had broken up with you. You couldn’t believe you had been blind enough to not see he was scared of what you made him feel.

“And then, that - that day you showed up and you were being more pushy than usual, which you shouldn’t feel guilty about, but I just couldn’t bear the pain I was putting you through. I knew you were blaming yourself for what I was doing. So I thought that breaking up with you would end that. I thought that it would only hurt for a short while and that then you would be fine. So I did it. I broke up with you because I truly thought it was the best thing to do. I was angry at myself for having made you suffer that last month of our relationship, and I knew you deserve better than that so I decided that breaking up with you would give you that opportunity.”

You shook your head at what JJ was saying. He had gotten it all wrong. He was the best thing you could ever deserve. He was everything you wanted. 

“No, J, I -”

“Let me finish, Y/N,” he interrupted you softly. Your hands were now latched onto each other’s and your bodies were so close you could almost hear his heartbeat. 

“I was a mess, baby. I was drunk all the time because I felt guilty and I couldn’t get you out of my head. And I was like that for two weeks until John B, Kie, and Pope gave me a stupid intervention.”

He stopped to breathe and think. 

“Actually, it wasn’t stupid because they convinced me of how wrong I had been to break up with you. And so I wanted to get back together with you. But first I wanted to work on myself a bit. I went out that day and found a job to mow a lawn. I didn’t know it had been Meg’s lawn. But then you walked into the garden and you looked more beautiful then ever and all I wanted to do was reach out to you.”

“But I ran away.”

JJ nodded. “Yeah. And I was sure that you never wanted anything to do with me. And I know you probably still don’t -”

“JJ, I -”

“But I need to get this off my chest so listen to me. I love you, okay? And I’m sorry that I messed up so much that you hate me now. But if I could take it back I would. I want you back and I want what we had back. So I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m an idiot that never does anything right and that always has to ruin everything. I just need you to know that I truly am in love with you.”

JJ was panting from his speech, and you were in shock. 

“JJ, I - I don’t hate you.”

JJ looked up from where he had been staring at the floor to look at you, shock and excitement in his eyes. His tears and your’s were flowing down your cheeks, but small, soft smiles adorned your faces. 

“Actual, maybe I hate you a little bit.”

You both chuckled. 

“But I love you JJ. I am in love with you too. And I’ve also been a mess since we broke up. Meg had to drag me out of my room after I had been locked in there for a whole month. And when I finally went out, you were all that I could think about. I would go to the beach and think about you and your stupid surfing, or I would pass by the Wreck and think of all of the times we went there together. And after seeing you that day on Meg’s lawn, things only got worse. I forced myself to go to parties but all I could think about was you and me messing around at all of the keggers we had organized. And all I could think about was you.”

You were silent for a while, your hands together in a tighter embrace than before. You were quiet and looked back at JJ hoping that he would say something - anything.

“You love me?” he asked. You laughed at him as he shifted closer to you. 

“That was all you got out of that?”

JJ smiled at you, his hands moving to cup your face. It had been so long since you had felt them there that you had to pinch yourself to make sure it was real.

“Say it again,” he pleaded out in a whisper. 

“I love you, JJ.”

And with that, he kissed you. He kissed you as he had never once kissed you before. It was passionate and rough and soft and loving at the same time. It held every word unsaid up to that moment and everything that should have been said two months prior. His hands never left your face as you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

When you broke apart, JJ wrapped his hands around your body. He sighed, happy, as you wiped his tears away from his face. 

“I’m sorry for everything we went through,” he spoke into your hair. 

“Me too.”

*********************************

You awoke the following morning on the floor of the Heyward’s boat, a strong arm wrapped around your naked body. 

You were so happy that you and JJ had made things right and gotten back together. It felt meant to be, and the happiness inside of you was evidence of that. 

JJ’s arm was pressing you into his body, but you shook it off and stood up, getting dressed. You began to rummage around the food the Pogues had left you, trying to find something decent for breakfast. 

“Y/N,” a groggy voice called out. You smiled down at the blond boy, shoving some cookies at him. 

“Breakfast,” you pointed out while sitting down next to him. He pulled himself onto your lap, taking your hands and placing one on top of his head. You understood the message and began to rake your fingers through his soft hair. He opened the cookies, moving one near your face so that you could eat it before grabbing one for himself.

You smiled at the boy across you. His hand was rubbing circles into your thigh and you felt at peace. It was as if those two months apart had helped you become a better couple. You felt more connected to him than ever.

“We should get up,” JJ whispered out, not actually wanting to do so. “They’ll be back for us soon.”

You nodded your head, tapping his arm so that he would stand up. You handed him his clothes while he got dressed. Then, he pulled you close, pressing your back into his chest, swinging around with you. He pressed his mouth to your cheek, squeezing your waist and earning a giggle from your mouth.

Ever since you had confessed your feelings to each other JJ had not taken his hands off you. It was as if the time you had spent apart made him deprived of human touch. He wanted to make up for it now. 

When the Pogues finally arrived to get you, Kie smiled at how you had JJ’s hand in your own, his arm draped over your shoulder, and your other hand across his waist. 

“Did it work?” John B asked even if the answer was obvious. 

You smiled up at the blond boy who was already looking at you. Love in both of your eyes. 

“Yeah, it did.”

You hopped onto the HMS Pogue, sitting at the bow with your boyfriend. You smiled at Pope, Kie, and JB, grateful. 

“Thanks for keeping us trapped in there,” JJ spoke out what you were both thinking. 

“Anytime.”

The small boat turned around, and JJ pressed a kiss to your forehead. He was never going to let you go again.

[staysuki]

to 🍕 : yes im female girl woman eveything yes

i liked s1 so much that i shipped reader with hyunjin instead 😃👍 lIKE IDK jeongin u dcurb it Y^Y u blind af man but without his obliviousness, then there wouldnt be any story lol and i liked readers character there 🤩🤩🤩

aND THERES THIS SCENE I CAN NVR FORGET ABT:::: i forgot her name but the toxic gf one texted reader "i hate u" but reader replied with "the feeling's not mutual, idc abt u" AND BRUH I WAS LIKE ok fck jeongin and hyunjin,,, im marrying reader SGFOUAYSOFSA

IK U WANT FEEDBACKS ABT S2 BUT I HAVENT STARTED IT BECAUSE IT ISNT FINISH YET :"> and i kent read long fics now cuz school is out to get me 🔪 PLS SAKSAKIN NIYO NA LANG AKO (🍕 this means 'pls stab me' im translating bc ily)

ASH WHY R U THERE BY URSELF Y^Y but tnx for dj-ing hhehehhahh is felix singing live 😱😱😱 ??????

🍕 we can have our second date on minho's resto 🤩🤩🤩 u dont have to worry abt penises,,, except maybe look out for ash im sure shes wearing dick themed clothes & accessories 😭

bUT EXCUSE ME I SRSLY FEEL LIKE YOU (yes u ash) used to be one of the artistic kids in school who was always forced to join competitions XD lIKE U CUT UR HAIR ,, UR PENMANSHIP IS bOoTyfULL and ur drawings r cute 🥺👉👈

y dont u hav a nose 😞 and the chastity ring 😭😭😭 wtf ash 😭 but the bananas 😋 i cant get over you being so lonely on the corner,,, is felix on bathroom break because of all the intense live singing?? HAAHHHAHHAH

your dick drawing is so detailed while mines literally looks like -> olo ,,,, just that ; no details

and i realized all my asks are so fkng long lmao,,,, i should prob speak less 😃👍 but im only like this to you (???) MAYBE BECAUSE I CAN FEEL UR CHAOTIC ENERGY OR SMTHNG ??? like idk the way i type changes depending on how i see the writer?? one author im also talkative with has a calm vibe so i barely use caps on her asks, tho my msgs are also chaotic XD

ok bye

- bs

i love how i'm just the msngr between you and 🍕anon now 💓🙏 i love modern day romance.

JSHWJSHSS and yeah, i loved season 1 a lot too, it was the perfect bite-sized smau 😩 shouldn't have ruined it ih8myself. also i would say that jeongin's season 1 smau perfectly embodies my blog and the way i write but honestly, i think PP HEART™️ took that spot now. I LOVED WRITING THE EX-GIRLFRIEND CONFRONTATION PART TOO!! I wanted to deviate from the standard doormat type of y/n so I made her as annoying as possible (but also charming). AND YEAH. EVERYONE WAS #HyunjinBestBoy SO I JUST HAD TO MAKE AN ALTERNATE ENDING. It was fun though, everyone was pro-Juyeon until Hyunjin came in the picture. I like to take it as a compliment that I write characters and chemistry well 😌 or everyone is just so easily swayed by charming men idk.

that's understandable! i wanted to finish season 2 as soon as possible too but i ended up making it longger than intended. dw, it's almost finished i swear 😭💔 and i'll be waiting for a complete 10 page detailed analysis and commentary review on it once you finish jkjk. also 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

i'm in the corner watching over seo changbin so he doesn't flirt with y/n while felix is singing, boss' orders 😩🙏.

time to write about a minho fic where he owns a restaurant then 🤥 i'll make it boob-themed this time JKJK

AND NO BUT U R CLOSE. I used to be the textbook nerd, I spent so much time in the library, I'd stay there after class until it closed 😤. I did join a bunch of competitions but they are mostly acad-based and I was also in the student council (guess which position hehe). I also joined some pageants but let's move past that yeah(?). But unfortunately, i was NOT one of the art kids 😔 unless you count theatre and dance as art then yes.

ALSO PLEASE, i love how you keep coming back to the drawing 💀. Felix is refreshing his vocal cords 💔

I used to vandalize desk chairs back in school and I'd draw oddly detailed penises— i was a cHiLD back tHEN OKAY

ALSO DW, i like long 🥺👉👈 (all kinds of). Dw about shortening it or anything, i'll make up for it by using smaller text and also using a readmore for my reply hehe 👻peekaboo👻 or smth idfk.

ALSO HOW DARE YOU THINK I'M CHAOTIC 🤥😡🤬😫😝😩🤬🤬 DOES ME DRAWING DIFFERENT VARIATIONS OF PENISES NOT SCREAM "chill, mature, proper, classy lady" TO YOU 🕺 i am an artissê✨ but i feel special that you're only like this with me 🥺👉👈🕺🙈✨😭😩🤬🤬😝😫✨😔

[artificialqueens]

Crazy, stupid, sudden (Craquaria) Part 2 - Catrina

A/N: This was gonna be only a one shot bc I didn’t know if you would like it, but you asked, and I delivered. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it as much as I did. Some things: 1. Thanks @likeuranus for giving me ideas and opinions, ily! 2. I used Miz as Cracker’s name in the first part bc I was confused about it (for the anon who said it was like calling Miss Fame ‘Miss’) 3. I didn’t expect you would like it so much! PLEASE REMEMBER TO send some feedback if you liked this part and make me know if you want a third part? 4. Would you be insterested if I do a kind of “side chapter” where I explain Sharon and Alaska’s story better? Make me know at @the-glitter-skeleton and feel free to talk to me lmao I need friends <3 That’s it, enjoy.

Miz is going crazy. She just can’t understand —even when Monet tells her there’s nothing to understand— and her stubborn mind isn’t helping at all.

“So, in summary, you have a crush” her friend says, turning to her locker.

“I do” Miz sighs tiredly, leaning her back on the locker next to Monet’s. “And I don’t know how to get close to her”

“You drool over her since last year, didn’t you have enough time to plan shit like that?” she mocks, changing books into her bag.

Miz opens her mouth indignantly, ready to argue. “I don't—”

Monet closes the door of her locker suddenly, looking at her friend with a raised brow. “Christmas party, five months ago; you, Blair and I were outside the theater when certain girl with aquatic name walked by. ’She’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen around here’ quote by you”

Miz knows she’s defeated when her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Smart bitch” she whispers as she rolls her eyes. “Are you helping me or what?”

“Brianna, I wasted my time investigating the bus route on Monday for you. After that anything is easy” Monet giggles when they start walking to their first class. “At least you took the chance when you saw her in the bus; she knows you now. And driving her to school was a good start, you got to see her everyday. That’s something”

“But out of my car we don’t talk at all! The longest conversation we had was about weather. Every time we get here she just thanks the ride and goes away” Miz pouts. “And don’t call me Brianna, only my mom calls me that”

“Whatever, Miz” she remarks ironically. “What I’m going to is that you can go closer easily now”

“But how?”

Monet stays silent until they sit at the back of the classroom. The teacher doesn’t arrive yet, and everyone is too busy chatting to care about it. She looks at Miz with a concerned look that makes her friend know she’s focused. She smiles when an idea comes to her mind, tapping on Miz’s arm to get her attention.

“You have to ask her out!”

-

Fridays are boring. But when Aquaria thinks of it, she realizes everyday is boring. The only interesting part of her days seems to be the way to school and home, when the sees Miz.

But then, everything goes down.

She doesn’t know what’s happening. It’s out of control her every time she combs her hair a little better hoping Miz notices it, or every time she sneaks to Sharon’s room to steal her perfume because it smells better than hers.

It becomes stronger when she looks at her and she can’t help but smiling like a maniac. She knows the feeling, she isn’t dumb; she knows perfectly it’s something she can’t bury. The word love burns into her brain like acid.

Aquaria doesn’t like that word. It’s tough and merciless. She saw the perfect prove with her own moms; destroyed after giving everything they had. Even when Sharon mentions how happy she is now and Alaska assures she’s better alone, she knows Sharon still conserves pictures of her wedding in a box under her bed and Alaska prefers going on business trips so she doesn’t have to be in her huge house that used to be filled with Sharon’s voice.

She doesn’t want that. Miz is nice, funny, special. She’s everything Aquaria has ever wanted and she’s too scared to go for.

It’s useless. She closes her eyes and tries to throw every single idea that has been around her mind this morning away. Her eyes are on the table, quietly chewing on the bread with dry cheese and too much ham of her daily sandwich when a noise makes her lift her head suddenly. It just takes Miz a second to sit by her, looking directly at her soul with those gorgeous big eyes of hers.

“Hey” she smiles. “Mind if I stay here?”

Aquaria almost chokes on the bread as she swallows as fast as she can to answer. “It’s fine” she manages to say, receiving a smile from Miz.

For a moment, they don’t do anything more than eat silently.

“What are you doing tonight?” Miz asks suddenly, her eyes on her food over her plate as she carelessly stings it with a fork.

The question surprises Aquaria. She thinks for a second; she hasn’t anything planned, maybe watching a movie and make dinner for Sharon when she arrives from work, but nothing else. What could she do, anyways? With no friends at all, her nights are just as boring as mornings, but she doesn’t wanna Miz to know that.

“I don’t know” she replies, keeping herself from asking why. “No plans yet, I guess”

“Wanna go out with me?” she asks simply. So fucking simply Aquaria can’t understand why it makes her heartbeats increase.

She can’t think of an answer. She knows she should say no, but Miz is looking at her and the idea seems so irresistible she just can curl the corners of her lips into a little smile and nod. “Yeah”

It’s just going out, she comforts herself, ignoring the huge warning signal in her mind. That isn’t gonna hurt anybody.

“We have a date then!” Miz’s eyes shine.

-

Aquaria is finally at home, nervously walking in a circle on the living room. After taking her home, Miz said she would pick her up at seven before she started the car again and drove until it disappeared of Aquaria’s sight.

She takes her phone and goes to do the first thing she knows she should have done before, dialing the number of Sharon’s office as she throws herself to the couch.

“Good afternoon, you’re calling to the office of doctor Sharon Needles. What can I do for you?” a voice sounds at the other line of the phone.

“Hey Max” she replies with a smile. Her mom’s secretary is nice and always sends Aquaria cookies in Christmas, which of course was an easy way to gain her boss’ daughter’s heart. “Is my mom there?”

“Aqua! It’s good to hear you” Aquaria can swear she’s smiling even when she can’t see her. “And sorry darling, your mom is going to a meeting right now. Something you want me to tell her?”

“Yeah. Just tell her I’m going out with… a friend at seven. I’ll be back early and I’m taking my phone if she wants to call me”

There’s a puse before Max talks again. “Alright sweetheart. As soon as I see her I’ll tell her”

“Okay, thanks Max” Aquaria giggles before hanging up.

-

Hours after, Aquaria is still on the couch, watching a boring cooking show she found changing channels with no order. It’s the best way she has to entretain herself a little, even when the meat the old lady is cooking looks gross. It’s way too much salt, Aquaria thinks as she sighs.

Suddenly, the main door opens, revealing Sharon’s figure in the frame. Aquaria jumps in her spot, looking at her in surprise.

“Mom? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” she asks, sitting sitraght.

“I am, but when Max told me you called I had to run here. My baby has a date!” Sharon snaps cheerfully, closing the door and dropping her purse in the other couch to sit next to her daughter. Her smile is the brightest Aquaria has seen in years, and she can’t help but smiling too.

“You left work… for me?” is all she can ask, incredulous.

“Honey, I’d leave that hellhole for you anytime” Sharon assures.

Aquaria knows it’s true when she remembers Sharon dropping the chance to head a stomach surgery in the middle of the morning because she went to Aquaria’s ballet festival to see her perform. Work is her worst addiction, but her love for Aquaria is way stronger.

“Now, are you gonna tell me who is this nice person who asked you out?” the woman talks again, kicking her heels out so she can fold her legs under her on the couch.

Pathetically or gracefully —depends of Aquaria’s mood— Sharon is her best friend. The few hours she gets to see her are to talk about anything, from homework to annoying coworkers, but she didn’t tell her about Miz because the fear was bigger than the confusion and Aquaria couldn’t organize her mind.

But curling her body against Sharon’s, she sighs and decides to shut her mind down for a second. Just for a second.

“Her name is Miz Cracker, I met her days ago. She’s super nice and gentle—”

“Miz is such a weird name” Sharon comments.

“I know, her real name is Brianna, but she doesn’t like it”

“Oh, that’s cool. And you like her?”

The direct question is like a thrown arrow, going right to Aquaria’s chest. Closing her eyes, she purses her lips, looking for an answer. Love, being a group of negative things in her life, is also an untouched topic with Sharon. That makes it even worse.

“I’m scared, mom” she confesses in a small voice.

“Why, darling?”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“C'mon, you can’t know that if you don’t try. And you’re too young to worry about that. If it doesn’t work, you can try it with someone else! Maybe someone without the name of a cookie as last name” she jokes, petting her hair. “Let those stupid fears outside your head and just enjoy what you can enjoy”

Her words seem to make something in Aquaria’s chest to grow; sudden courage. She doesn’t wanna lose Miz, but if she starts something knowing it can end, at least she’s gonna make it worthwhile. Nodding, she hugs Sharon as tight as she can. “You’re right, so fucking right”

“Nothing new, your mom is really smart” Sharon brags with a smirk, looking down at her watch for a second. “It’s six o'clock, let’s do what I came to! What are you gonna wear?”

Aquaria laughs, being dragged by Sharon upstairs to her room. For some minutes, she sees her mom searching into her closet from her bed, until Sharon turns around with a black dress she hasn’t seen in a while. Her mom looks at it with nostalgia, and Aquaria remembers; is the dress Alaska gave her for her birthday the year before.

Once she puts it on, Sharon takes manage of her hair. She combs it until it’s done and then proceeds with the make up that Aquaria finds unnecessary, but she lets her mom take her as a doll to dress and paint. When she finishes, she can’t stop praising her, petting her head with shining eyes and the biggest smile.

Miz’s car stops outside the house just ten minutes later. Sharon is nervous, maybe more than her own daughter when she hugs her and watches her from the door frame. Miz’s head pocks out of the window, yelling hello and waving at Sharon, who can only do the same.

-

“You look really pretty” Miz praises when Aquaria pulls into the car. She’s all dressed up, wearing a shiny light purple dress that makes her look adorable with her wavy blonde hair perfectly done.

“Thanks” she replies, a smile hiding behind her lips once the door is closed and the car starts. “You look pretty too”

Miz drives through the now dark streets, until they reach a little restaurant Aquaria has seen before. It’s warm and comfortable, and Aquaria feels even better when Miz reaches her side as soon as they’re walking to the door.

When they sit, dangerously close with their knees touching, it feels good. The thrill of disappointment and fear isn’t as big as Aquaria imagined it before, and when Miz smiles at her and asks what are you gonna have? in the sweetest voice, it seems to disappear.

She’s glad Miz can fill the holes in the conversation every time Aquaria just stays silent because the words don’t come out. She talks about her life, her childhood, stupid things that catch her attention —how could Aquaria know Miz actually loved to cook?— and more important, she gets her to do the same. She opens up; grabbing some vegetables with her fork as she tells Miz things she didn’t even remember before.

“I like your voice. It’s good to hear it more than just saying yes, no and I don’t know” Miz mocks, gaining a death gaze from her. “I’m serious, though. It’s really pretty. I could listen to it forever”

“I already listen to your voice always, so I can’t say the same” a high pitched gasp comes out of Miz mouth as Aquaria chuckles, looking down at her plate.

“And she can joke! You’re full of surprises. What else could you be keeping from me?”

“Well, you still don’t know I’m actually a secret agent from the FBI” Aquaria grimaces. “Now that I told you, I have to kill you”

“Okay, you joke about the FBI, that makes you even more perfect now” Miz states in a serious tone that makes Aquaria laugh. “Let’s just marry already”

“I wouldn’t mind that” Aquaria replies, not very attentive of her words. When she realizes what she has said, she bits her lip as her cheeks blush. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, I was thinking the same” Miz puts her elbow over the table, resting her chin on her hand as she watches the girl in front of her. “You’re beautiful when you blush”

“Only when I blush?” Aquaria teases with a raised brow, the tension tangled in her nerves thankfully decreasing.

“Oh, well—” blinking, Miz seems taken aback. “You’re always beautiful, but, you know, when—”

She stops when Aquaria smiles, letting her know she was joking.

This feels just right.

-

When they head back to Aquaria’s home, the smiles are still there, and the comfortable heat that seems to go between them too. The car stops just where it did hours before, full of a very deserving silence after everything they spoke. Aquaria looks at Miz one more time before she open the door and for her surprise, Miz is already looking at her.

“This was a good night” the blonde comments. Her eyes shine under the street light, making Aquaria to fall in a small trance as she can only stare at them.

“It was” with her voice becoming little, she answers.

And again the silence. Aquaria turns a bit to open the door and Miz knows she should say something else before she goes. She can almost feel Monet’s gaze over her when she touches her arm, asking silently for attention.

“Aqua, I want to tell you something” in her head it sounded better, definitely. Aquaria is looking at her attentively and she just sighs, the nerves running through all her body. “I— wait, no. I just wanna say— I… like you, Aquaria. More than friends”

The words come out, floating in the air for a second before Aquaria can process them. And the silence hits the car once again, but this time it doesn’t feel right. And at the lack of response Miz sighs again, but this time embracing a mix of disappointment and dispair.

“I’m sorry. Please, let’s just be friends. Forget that. It was stupid— you know what? I’m drunk! Yes, so fucking drunk, I don’t know what I’m doing! I shouldn’t be driving”

With no words at all, Aquaria’s hand reaches Miz’s.

“No, Aquaria, don’t do that” with her head shaking negatively, she pulls her hand away as she looks down. “Don’t try to comfort me, I should’ve known”

“What should have you known? That I like you back?”

Miz can’t belive it. It doesn’t even sound true when Aquaria smiles warmly.

“You do?” lifting her head she asks, her insecurity becoming adorable for Aquaria, who can only nod to confirm her answer.

“I definitely do”

A smile grows on Miz’s lips. Is the only reponse her body produces, everything else is completely blank. Even when she tried to be positive about the topic, thinking Aquaria would have a mutual feeling, hearing it is completely different.

Her eyes can’t help but stare directly at her lips, those that look soft and sweet, those she wanted to kiss since a long time ago. She doesn’t even realize when Aquaria’s eyes are back on her, and her body moves closer, against hers, not having to deal with the seat belt. Her hand goes to Aquaria’s, holding it tight. Miz feels her chin being lift by her free hand.

When she looks up, Aquaria’s face is just inches away from hers. She can feel Miz’s heavy breathing coming out of her lightly open mouth.

It's sudden when their lips smash into each other, both of them closing their eyes with excitement running through their veins.

It's crazy when their heartbeats increase to a point they seem to be breathless, looking for air in the other’s mouth.

It's stupid when they break the kiss and their lips feel unsatisfaced, wanting —no, needing— more contact.

All they can do is look at each other, too shaken to talk. Their hands are still holding each other, Aquaria’s hand is still on Miz’s chin and the blonde’s hand has somehow found its way to her waist. Everything feels right. No, not right, it feels even better. It feels crazy, stupid, sudden; just like everything between them. And that’s absolutely perfect.

“Would be dumb if I say this is the best first kiss I ever had even when I never had one before?” Miz asks, eyes full of daydream. “I sounded so ridiculous and cheesy but it’s true. This is even better than I thought”

Talking in the calmest tone Miz has ever listened in Aquaria, she looks down with a little smile. “It was my first one too”

“Was it?” Miz’s brows raise with surprise when she nods. Pride grows in her chest; she was her crush’s first kiss. That’s more than something, Monet would say. “May I be your second one too?”

“You can be as much of them as you want” Aquaria eagerly replies, pulling her on a messy kiss as the car fills of heavy breathes and wonderful heat.

It feels perfect.

[yoinkmyheart]

miss stark [ii]

miss stark: part i

requested by anon: Hi! Could you write something in which the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and is Peter Parker’s girlfirend but her father doesn’t approve the relationship between them, one night the reader has a bad discussion with Tony and runs away to Peter’s house, so he comforts her until she falls asleep in his arms??? Omg sorry if this was toooo long. Thanks, darling.

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader word count: 851 (so short i’m so sorry) warnings: LACTOSE INTOLERANTS RUN - SO MUCH CHEESE! (i’ve used this before but like whatever) fluff, angst (bc what fic by moi doesn’t have a lil angst), prolly swearing?,  summary: being a stark is stressful as it is. when your dad is arguably the most famous man on earth because of his superhero alter ego and company, it’s hard to lead a normal life without him being overprotective. but it’s even harder to fall in love.

a/n: hey all! I’d like to start with a massive apology. I’m so sorry this was so late. My god. It’s not like this is the bestest piece of writing in the world and needed like 2 weeks to polish but school had (has) me so stressed. I hope you can all understand. Thank you so much for the reaction to the last part! ILY all. xo

Peter would be lying if he said that he was completely over what happened in the tower. In fact, he was still incredibly hung up over it. He couldn’t get the image of you leaning in, just a much as he was leaning in, out of his head. He couldn’t get your small, cheeky smile unimprinted in his head.

And oh god, you’re lips.

He’d also be lying if he hadn’t fantasized about that exact moment since the day he met you. In fact, if he was completely serious, he would probably, maybe, most likely even risk his Stark internship for one kiss.

With his head resting dreamily on his palm, he contemplated whether he liked you or being Spider-man more. 

Both. Equally. He decided.

Still in the land of daydreams, he hadn’t even realized you were climbing up his fire escape until you were tapping on his window. 

“P-Peter, open up,” You sniffled out, still crying from what happened only 15 minutes ago. Your worst nightmare actually came true. It happened. The last time you’d been this upset, was when a family had ‘returned’ you to the adoption agency.

Peter had jumped at the noise but the moment he figured it came from you, instead he jumped up to help you into his room. Peter immediately saw your tear-stained face and led you to his bed.

It was still hard to breath properly. No matter how hard you had tried to stop crying on the way to Peter’s apartment, it proved to be difficult. The tears just kept coming. 

“Pete, he said it. He said it,” You choked out in hysterics while he sat next to you. You had your eyes buried in your hands, trying to calm yourself down and hide your crying face from him.

“Y/N, what did he say?” He asked softly.

“I don’t want to say it- Peter, please, don’t make me repeat it, I don’t even- I don’t think I could even-”

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re okay, you don’t have to say it,” Peter enveloped you into a comforting hug and if he thought you were crying before, this just made you cry harder but you hugged him back gratefully.

Staying like that for a moment, you and Peter embraced each other quietly. The only sounds in the room were your sobs. Peter quietly rubbed your back while you continued to cry.

You pulled away from his embrace and sighed deeply.

“He said he regretted me Pete,” you said quietly. Some part of you thought that if you said it quietly, it would make it untrue. You knew though that this was impossible. 

Peter was lost for words.

Not only could he not believe that Mr. Stark would ever say that to you - Peter knowing how much Tony gushed and protected you - but he couldn’t even fathom that anyone would regret you.

“Y/N, with all due respect, that’s dumb.”

“What?” You looked up at Peter confused.

“Mr. Stark has told me that he has a lot of regrets in his life, but you were never one of them. Did you know that the first day I came to the tower - before outlining the plan to Germany, before saying hello - he told me explicitly that you were off limits?”

At this, you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, because that shows love. Locking me up in a tower and hiding me from everyone else. You might as well change my name to Rapunzel, Pete,”

“You don’t get it Y/N. He’s seen what the world can do to people. He’s seen the worst of humanity. He’s seen heartbreak that spanned 70 years. He just wanted to protect you.”

For some reason, this idea never occurred to you. I mean, sure, it has. But it never dawned on you that if you were in the same position, you’d do the same. That your father had gone through much more than just crime-fighting.

“He loves you Y/N,” Peter whispered, you still wrapped around his arms comfortably. You and Peter sat in a comfortable silence for a minute. Your crying had subsided and with Peter just being in your presence, it made you so much calmer.

“Thanks Pete. I really needed that.”

“Anytime Y/N, I’m always here.”

It wasn’t long after that that you fell asleep in Peter’s arms. Tired from the crying, tired from the day, and just plain tired. Moments after that, Peter planted a soft kiss on your forehead and drifted to sleep with you.

It wasn’t long after that that Peter was awoken to another set of tapping on his window. Mr. Stark in his Iron Man suit behind it. Moments after that, Tony Stark carried his daughter home.

It wasn’t long after that that the Stark household was pulled together again, with a much much stronger love. Moments after that, Y/N was taken out for ice cream with her father.

It wasn’t long after that that Mr. Stark finally accepted the relationship of Miss Stark and Mr Parker. The moments after that, from then on, were the only moments that mattered to Peter.

TBH I DON’T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM WITH THIS BUT @ ANON AND ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, I HOPE IT’S OKAY. =+ feedback is appreciated and encouraged x

tags : @holywinchesterness + @lunastarwatcher + @nedslaptop + @kitkatewithchocolate + @runningthe-maze + @avatar-moist + @friendlyneighborxhoodspiderman + @annabethchasedmagnus + @hiccuplover92 + @holllandtrash + @unlitstreetlights + @ironspiderling + @straightasdeanwinchester (this is the overall taglist)

@purplekitten30 + @nonamegirl123 + @randomboxofsadness + @marvelandwinchesters927 + @free-the-fangirl + @my-heart-desires + @swanguk + @marvel-imagines-yes-please + @keymeliana + @sebastianstanisbae + @thebittygirl + @f10pc + @baka-chanismyname + @randisnotonfire + @aussie-mantle + @flowxrsforyourgrxve + @mrs-lancelot + @nyoomiemaximoff + @littlejavabean + @athenamalfoywinchester + @lyssamorgan + @youaresomethingwithoutthesuit + @momothepeachgirl (this is the mrs. stark taglist)

(if you want to be moved, removed or added to a taglist, don’t hesitate to ask!) 

[dovechim]

tongue tied

19 “can I hold your hand?” and 37 “can I kiss you? + namjoon + harry potter au

part of a request from anon for the 100 ways to say ily drabble game!

➾ Summary: Namjoon is down with a very unique curse, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. 

➾ word count: 2.6k, fluff

“_____, it’s Namjoon, again.” Jimin’s frantic voice lights up your fireplace, and you stop in the middle of your essay, quill poised in the air. You really, really have to finish this last sentence before getting distracted, but the growing heat of the flames emanating from the fireplace draws your attention insistently.

“I swear, what is it this time?” You turn to face the brief outline of Jimin’s face in the flames, and even though it’s blurry due to each and every leap of the embers, concern is etched deeply into the Hufflepuff’s features.

“There’s no time, we’re in Potions now! Hurry, please!!!” The flames die down before you have a chance to protest, to ask if this is really a life or death issue. Instead you heave a sigh and gather your blue robe around your shoulders, already having an inkling of the disaster that lay ahead. Namjoon and Potions is not a good combination, you’d learned over the past 4 years. He may be the brightest wizard of his age, excelling in topics like Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, but throw him an intensive hands on subject like Potions and Kim Namjoon is equivalent to a troll in a china shop.

In fact, he’s so bad at Potions that he got held back a year, so he’s the only fifth year student taking Potions at fourth year level. As you start to near the dungeons where the Potions classrooms are, you hear a boisterous voice vehemently protest against a chorus of accusations, and you already know even before entering that Jeon Jeongguk has a part to play in this mess. Bracing yourself for the ordeal ahead, you fling open the heavy wooden doors and immediately duck for cover. 

Instead, four confused pairs of eyes land on you, and you open your eyes cautiously from your position on the floor.

“Are you gonna help us or what?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow in disapproval at your cowering form. Stupid Gryffindors and their leap first, think later mentality.

“Last time you called me, I got attacked by a projectile of green slime, courtesy of Jeon Jeongguk over here,” you send him a brief glare.

“That was one time noona!” Jeongguk pipes up in protest, his dark brows furrowing in indignance as he shrugs his emerald robes onto his broad shoulders. 

“Wait, I think we’re forgetting what’s at stake here,” Jimin places a hand on Jeongguk’s chest. “Namjoon-“ 

Oh right. Something happened to Namjoon, which is why you’re here. You whip your head around to survey the tall, blonde who has remained silent so far, only to see him sitting calmly on his bench, his dark blue robes pulled close around him. Other than his slightly ruffled blonde hair, and glasses askew on his face, there seems to be nothing wrong with him. His expression is slightly dazed, and he’s staring straight ahead at the blackboard with the intensity he reserves for books and notes, except there’s nothing written on the blackboard in front of him. You reach for him cautiously, adjusting his horn rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, brushing his bangs from his eyes and casting a brief glance over him. “Joon, you okay?”

“He’s alright,” Jeongguk snickers from the side. “Or should I say, he’s fine.”

“What? I don’t get it, why isn’t he saying anything? Merlin’s beard, you didn’t accidentally mute him did you??” You turn round to face Jeongguk with a vengeance, grasping his collar. “I swear if you did something irreversible to him I’ll hex your balls off…”

“No I didn’t I swear!” Jeongguk’s eyes grow wide and all traces of laughter on his face immediately disappear in the face of your anger. Which is a joke really, since he’s almost a head and a half taller than you and built on pure muscle, and while even the sixth years are scared to death by him, a single glare from you is enough to send Jeongguk slithering back into his slimy hole. “I just left him alone stirring the pot for a second while I was practicing the incantation, and then…” 

“And then?”

“Then… here he is.”

“Merlin, how could you even leave Namjoon alone for a second in Potions? I thought you were supposed to be the one overlooking everything, is that not why you were moved up a year?” You relinquish your grip on him, and instead run a hand through your hair in frustration. These incidents, though not uncommon, have never been as puzzling as it is now. In the past it was relatively easy to identify what went wrong and the relevant counter spell, but now there seems to be nothing wrong with Namjoon. At least, not as far as you can see.

“Um, the thing is,” Namjoon scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, finally breaking his staring contest with the blackboard. He fiddles with the buttons on his robe awkwardly. 

“What is it Joon?” You’ve never seen him this embarrassed before, and you automatically feel the need to comfort him. He’s not the most charming person, and he can be kind of awkward and shy at times, but his fumbling ways are adorable and an utter contrast to how incredibly intelligent he is. Your hand finds its way to the back of his neck, putting pressure where you know he often gets sore because of how much he studies.

“He can only talk in monosyllables,” Jimin finally blurts out, and you see the blush reignite on Namjoon’s cheeks.

“Wait, pardon?” You blink in confusion.

“Wait, yes, pardon, no,” Jeongguk clarifies helpfully. “So instead of pardon, he would have to say ‘what?’ instead. Y’know, like normal people.”

“I know what monosyllables means you idiot,” you huff in his direction. “What I meant is, how did this happen? What kind of potion was that? I’ve never even heard about it before.”

“Um, it wasn’t really in the textbook...”

“Jeon Jeongguk!!!”

“Noona, calm down,” Jimin has to physically restrain you to keep you from lunging at the raven haired boy. “The important thing now is to figure out how to help Namjoon-hyung.”

And he’s right. Namjoon has never been very confident or outspoken before, but now it seems like it’s even worse as he won’t even look you in the eye anymore. You swallow back a lump in your throat as you watch him avoid eye contact with the four of you. 

“Come on Joon, let’s get back to the dormitories, you should get some rest,” you place an arm around his shoulders, encouraging him to stand. As he slowly gets back onto his feet, your arms slide down around his waist, and you urge him toward the exits of the classroom. “It’s okay Joonie, I’ll figure it out somehow. Leave it to me.”

He gives you a strained smile, but the feeling of your arm around his waist like this makes his heart skip a beat, and he has even more trouble articulating his words, never mind the stupid curse Jeongguk’s struck him with. “Thanks, I appre-“

Fuck. He’s just choked on his words like an absolute moron, and he wants to run off and bury his head into the sand like those ostriches do whenever they’re in trouble. But you only grace him with your angelic smile, as you mumble the password (fuck, he’s gonna have trouble getting in and out of the dormitories too isn’t he?) to the portrait guarding the Ravenclaw quarters. You walk him all the way to the base of the stairs leading up into the boys’ dorms, and tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek.

He’s never been so glad to be tongue-tied before.

*

“So, can anyone solve this problem for me?” Your Ancient Runes teacher gives a half-hearted glance towards the rows and rows of sleepy students, a name already on the tip of her tongue. But when her wizened gaze falls upon the first row and fails to see Kim Namjoon’s hand waving in the air, she does a double take at the class.

Beside you, Namjoon is literally trying not to die in his seat. You watch as he has the problem all worked out on the piece of parchment paper in front of him, and as he struggles to tame the instinct to shoot his hand straight in the air. The rest of the class seems a little perturbed that an answer hasn’t been volunteered by now, and some of the students turn to survey Namjoon with a look of surprise. Namjoon bites his lip in an effort to remain calm.

You okay? You mouth to him, but he’s obviously not.

A tense moment passes before the professor shrugs and writes down the answer on the board, and Namjoon visibly relaxes in his seat. This won’t do, he decides. He needs to do something to physically restrain himself, or he’ll end up making a fool out of himself in front of the whole class, especially you. With a deep breath, he taps you gingerly on the arm to get your attention.

“Hey I know this is weird but… caniholdyourhand?” His words come out in a rush of anxiety and mortification, fully expecting you to scoff at him and change tables. Namjoon realises that he didn’t make himself clear, that it sounds like he’s trying to hit on you, which to be honest, he is, but he doesn’t want to come off as a creep. You look a little confused, and he prays to Merlin that it’s because of the utter strangeness of the sudden request, and not because the thought of holding hands with him physically puts you off.

“So that I won’t raise my hand. When she asks…” His voice trails off, struggling to make his explanation logical given the damn curse. Understanding dawns on your face and you reach to grab his hand, and only then does he realise how small your hands are as compared to his. How is it that he’s been friends with you for almost his whole life and has never noticed this? Maybe from now on he should stop studying books and study you instead.

Your touch alone is enough to make him forget about the anxiety of being called on in class, and when you start absently rubbing circles into his palm, his heartrate speeds up as if he’s a seeker who’s just spotted the snitch in the last 10 minutes of a game. Not that he’s the sporty type, but that’s how he imagines how it would feel like. 

Maybe this curse isn’t so bad after all.

*

“Where are you going? I thought you didn’t have patrols on Wednesdays,” your roommate Nayeon says absently as she reclines on her bunk, twirling her wand in one hand and a strand of hair in the other. 

“Oh, I switched last minute with one of the other Prefects,” you shrug on your robe nonchalantly, thankful for the excuse. “Don’t wait up, I’ll be back late!”

The corridors are deserted, with the occasional stir of the portraits that line it as the light from the tip of your wand illuminates the way. Hastily muttering an apology, you extinguish the light at the sight of the Library, relying solely on memory to guide you the rest of the way. The doors are locked, of course, since it’s after hours now, but that doesn’t stop you as you unlock it with a swish and flick of your wand, and soon you’re making your way to the Restricted Section.

The bookshelves tower over you, and accompanied with the darkness and silence of the Library, it’s enough to instil a sense of urgency in you as you light up your wand again and start searching the section about verbal curses. Just as you pull out the appropriate book and leaf through its dusty pages, struggling with the numerous vines that are entangled over the book’s cover and spine, there’s a faint sound of footsteps from a few rows down.

Your heart is in your throat as you frantically try to flip the pages as quietly as possible until you chance upon the counter-spell that you need, and even more as you try to memorise the complicated incantation even as the footsteps grow nearer and nearer. A vision of getting caught by Filch and his cat spurs you on, and you close the book gently to slide it back into its place on the shelf, but-

“Hey.” It’s an awkward, monosyllabled whisper that can only come from one person.

“For the love of Merlin, Namjoon,” you breathe out, exhaling panic as you bring your lighted wand in between the two of you to make sure that it’s really him. You realise that he can’t even light his wand because of the curse. “How did you get all the way here?” 

His face illuminated by the gentle light of your wand, he shakes his head in answer. Noticing the book in your arms, he gestures towards it. “I was here to… find a cure too. Is this it?”

Up close like this you can see every single feature of his, from the warm caramel of his eyes to the dimples in his cheeks that become more prominent every time he smiles, and even when he speaks. In the narrow aisle of the Restricted Section with him almost pressed up against you, you suddenly become hyperaware of how tall he is, and the way you come up to his chest makes him exude a sense of security you’ve never felt before.

“Yeah, want to do it now? I memorised the incantation already,” you tell him, trying your best not to be distracted by his messy hair that looks as if he just rolled out of bed, and the warmth of his body that chases away the chill of the library. He nods in answer, and you end the illumination spell on your wand, placing a hand on his chest and closing your eyes to help you concentrate.

“Loquela restituet.” There’s a brief, evergreen glow that lights up the tip of your wand for a few seconds, and then it’s gone. You open your eyes to find Namjoon staring at you intensely, his eyes fixed onto yours and you can’t find the strength to look away.

“Did it work?” You whisper breathlessly as his gaze travels down to your lips, and he’s never looked at you like this before. 

“Can I kiss you?” Your heart sinks at his monosyllable answer- it must not have worked, maybe you pronounced something wrongly, maybe it was the wrong spell- but then he moves in closer, and you just want to feel his lips against your own, so you nod.

Namjoon’s lips are soft, and he may seem shy and awkward, but damn does he know how to kiss. He cradles the back of your neck gently with a large hand, and his lips glide over yours in a way that makes your knees weak. There’s a faint taste of pumpkin juice that lingers upon his lips, but it’s the taste of Namjoon himself, that lures you in further and further until you have to pull apart for a gasp of air.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” Namjoon bites his lip as he studies your expression, his hands around your waist holding you close to him. Your eyes widen in shock at his admission, before realising that it worked.

“Namjoon, me too, but wait the spell worked!” You grasp the front of his robes to pull him in closer. “Say something else.”

“Something else,” a smirk plays upon his lips, lips that you just kissed, and you smack him on the chest. Trust Namjoon to be a dork at a moment like this, but a sense of relief pervades you and you relax in his arms.

“You’re a dork.”

“Dork? I prefer idiot, stupid, or bumbling fool,” he whispers into your ear. “Or even better, boyfriend.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

EARLY BIRD

Angel Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: could you write an imagine with angel Reyes in which you think he’s gonna break up with you because he’s been distant with you.

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Another morning, waking up in an empty bed and the next side to yours totally cold. You snort turning your body above it, pulling your hair away from your forehead with a hand. There's any noise outside of the bedroom, the one you were supposed to share with Angel because, probably, he left the house stealthily some hours ago. You don't know what's going on. You don't know what's happening between you. And at any time you have tried to talk with him about it, he only says that everything is okay and you're just a little paranoid. You want to believe him. You really try with all your efforts, but there's a bunch of insecurities getting stuck inside your chest oppressing it, that doesn't let air through.

✉: “hey, early bird”

You haven't thought about it, grabbing your phone to know if he is still alive, leaving it on the pillow where your head is resting. Some minutes laters, when you're almost falling asleep again, the advice dings turning on the screen.

✉: “eh”

That's all. And he keeps saying that nothing has changed. For sure.

✉: “you free 2nig?”

✉: “i think so”

      “y?”

✉: “we could have a night in”

     “dinner and movie”

     “hang out for beers”

✉: “am into first”

✉: “k! 7? 8?”

✉: “8 good”

✉: “k! ily”.

✉: “back”

You know he's not going to come, but at least you try it.

When the night is about to fall down plunging Santo Padre into the darkness of the desert, you begin to set up ready in case a miracle happens. Putting the steaks you bought at pops, in the pan with some oil and salt over low heat, you leave the kitchen to change your clothes. Wearing nothing but his favorite shirt, you spread on your neck and collarbone that fruity and fresh perfume he loves the most. And picking up your hair in a ponytail, you walk barefoot back to the kitchen. It's flooded by the delicious smell of the meat cooking slowly, turning them to the other side when it's getting golden. Leaving the food in the background, you go next to the freezer checking that the cold beers are ready to be drinked. You have popcorn, candies and chocolate for later. Everything is on point, even if you don't have much faith that he's going to come.

You weren't wrong.

At half past nine you're sitting on the couch, eating the cold steak you cooked and drinking the third beer. Angel didn't answer any of your messages, nor your calls. So, after trying to contact him for almost one hour, you decided to have dinner alone.

Another night.

The desire to cry floods you with leaps and bounds, grabbing the last piece from the fork in a bad mood before leaving the dish on the table and drinking your beer till it's empty. You fall asleep on the sofa some minutes after with your eyes filled with tears.

Although the door closes silently, you open your eyes getting up, stretching once you sit up. Angel looks like shit, tired and upset with his hair made a mess. Noticing sideways that the sun is almost shining, you don't say anything when he's about to apologize. Leaving him alone with the word in his mouth. You don't even pick up dinner stuff, going back to bed and throwing away the shirt you're on to wear yours. Covering your head with the blankets, you can hear Angel's heavy steps following to the bathroom to get locked in. The water running down the shower.

A fist hitting the marble.

And finally, a weary snort when the mattress sinks a little next to you.

“I was arrested.”

No words from you. He knows you're awake. Once your eyes are opened, it's impossible for you to fall asleep again.

“I really wanted to spend last night with you, mi amor.”

Nothing.

You don't even move.

“I'm so sorry.”

You try to get up, pulling away the blankets tired of hearing bullshit. Not understanding why he just doesn't tell you it's all over, assuming he doesn't because he hates loneliness and no matter how much he despises you, that you're going to come back once and again like a beaten dog faithful to its master. He never was like that, he just changed from nothing. From being the loveliest man to a ghost in your life. Angel grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving him alone, but you can't look at his face.

You can't fall again.

“Stay, please.”

“I needed you to stay a lot of times, and you weren't even here.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, you already said that.”

With a heavy snort being spitted by your lips, you sit on the edge of the bed rubbing your face with both hands. Getting up and holding your phone in a hand, you guide your feet to the door looking for some coffee in the kitchen, to serve it inside a big mug.

“Emily is back and I am just trying to save EZ's ass. I didn't see I was abandoning you.”

Sounds like an explanation, but you don't really care. This hole between you two isn't going to get closed with some apologies and some kisses. He's going to have to make it up to you.

Hard.

“And when I’m saying I’m sorry, it's because I'm really sorry (Y/N).” He takes three steps closer towards you, with his hands keeping down inside the pockets of his short sweatpants. “I fucking love you. Nothing and nobody could change that. I swear on my mom.”

You have a sip of your coffee, closing your eyes when he names his mother for the first time in that way.

“Listen, I got to be back at the scrapyard in four hours. But this afternoon we're gonna go to a place.”

“Which place?”

“You'll see. And I know you're gonna like it.”

“But?”

There's always a ‘but’.

“But first I have to pick up a buddy, I promise him that he could stay with us”.

“What the fuck, Angel?!”

You're drowning in coughs, leaving the cup to hit your chest with a palm.

“(Y/N), trust me, okay? You will love him.”

“You're a fucking jerk.”

“Mi amor, listen.” He grabs your forearm, stopping you. “Trust me”.

“I can't fucking trust you. Not today. Not after telling me you were fucking arrested, and now telling me you're gonna bring a ‘buddy’ to our fucking house without asking me.”

“You're gonna regret those words this afternoon.”

“Yeah, but for that, you have to be here and you're not gonna come.”

Letting go yourself, you walk away from him. You can't believe this is truly happening, getting worse as the minutes go by.

Driving through the desert, you don't know where the hell you're going, hoping he's not bringing you to Vicki's place because one of the girls needs to hide. Even if he talked to you about a guy. Angel is giving you the directions you have to take, making your blood boil whenever you ask him about it and he just smirks at you with that kind of smile you would like to punch out.

And yes, it's a surprise when you reach Grace's kennel. Frowning at him as you stop your car, you try to keep calm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Am I a fucking joke to you, Angel?”

“What?”

“I'm not gonna fucking bring a junkie to my house!”

“We're n— We're not he—”. He can't even talk, breaking into laughs stirring on his seat. “Step out of the car, mi amor.”

“No! You know what? We're fucking done! I can't! I can't handle it!”

You're getting so nervous you don't know what you are saying. Collapsing. Exploding. But seems like the oldest Reyes doesn't give a fuck if you are on the verge of an anxiety attack, when he takes off your seat belt before grabbing the keys of your car. Angel doesn't say anything, getting out of it and walking to your side. After opening your door, he holds your hand pushing you into him. And you just let him do what he wants with you.

“You ok?” Grace asks you somewhat confused and worried, looking at your pale face. Pursing your lips, you shrug your shoulders.

Seems like you're in shock, not understanding anything that is going on around you while your boyfriend guides your steps to the backyard of the kennel. You find a big black dog lying on the ground with a plastic cone covering his head from his neck and some bandages on his paws and his tail. Tail that he begins to move full of happiness walking with some difficulties close to Angel.

“See, buddy?! I told ya I was coming back for ya'!” Your boyfriend squats towards the dog to hug him, whilst the animal is crying a little, stirring and trying to lick his face.

“What? What's that?” You point at the dog with a finger.

“I was driving on my way back home, and I saw a fuckig shithead dragging him by the paws with a bike. I was arrested because he ended up unconscious”.

Pursing your lips, you can't help but cry slightly bending over the floor and stretching a hand on air, just wanting that he can smell you to see you don't want to hurt him. The dog brings his snout closer, sniffing your fingers for some seconds taking two steps next to you. His tail starts to move again, imagine that he's also smelling Angel's scent on your clothes.

“Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you”. Using a soft and low tone, the dog shortens the distance licking your face without expecting. That makes you laugh loudly.

“I know you feel alone when I’m riding and he doesn't have a home.” Angel says, waiting for you to finish spinning the matter by yourself. “See? I knew you were gonna regret your words.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You growl, drawing a smile to your new friend with his head rested on your chest, as you caress one of his sides.

“Is he okay?” Your boyfriend asks Grace, getting up as he does, being followed by the dog.

The women nods.

“He's strong. But I'll give you some pills for pain, in case he complains. And you should change the bandages every day. Bring him back next week and I'll check him.”

“Done. How much do I own you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing. Just take him to his new home.”

“Thank you, Grace.” You say before hugging her tightly.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She said then, nodding at her.

“So, what's his name?” You ask Angel, walking back to the car with the dog practically glued to your legs.

“Caco”. He answers holding your hand, leaving a kiss on the back of it.

“So, I'm assuming the place where we’re going next is a pet shop, to buy him a lot of things.”

“Shit, mi amor, I got fucking horny every time you show me how smart you are.”