#I had to go to my sisters to get a key but she didnt unlock the door 😫

[cowbutchranch]

send help I got 2 hours of sleep and now I am soggy boy (got rained on)

[psychhound]

I'm new here so, tell me a scary story?

so my family is very very haunted

im not sure about my grandparents because there was a lot my granny wouldnt talk about in her twilight years, but my mom and all her siblings had stories going back from when they were little kids. all of them seeing a woman float over a ditch when they were walking home from school. a woman seen brushing her hair in my uncles room when he was a young child and him never being able to talk after. my mothers dolls and photos suddenly yelling at her until she ran out of the room

as it happens, we moved into a haunted house when i was a baby. we moved out when i was two because my parents couldnt get any babysitters to come back. whenever anyone was alone with me, they would be glad to hear my parents come home. the garage door, the key unlocking the bolt. my parents talking, or, if it was my mother alone, hear my dads infamous whistle as he came inside and sat down his things. this was of course a trick because no one was home and whoever was alone with me was still alone with me. cell phones werent a thing yet so if anyone managed to get ahold of my parents they would be told, no, we havent left the restaurant yet, no, were still at my sisters house. the door would still be locked and the garage closed with no car inside. it wasnt often we could get a babysitter to come back a second time. even my aunts stopped wanting to come over

my mom had a few miscarriages after me. two of them very late term. during these pregnancies she would lay awake in bed and watch black shapes crawl along the edge of the ceiling, massing up and then scattering apart at any noise. when i was 6, my mother was suddenly woken up in the night. she was laying on her back, and it was mostly dark. suddenly she watched as a wobbling black shape pulled up out of her very pregnant belly, hovered in the air in front of her, and then shot up through the ceiling. she had a miscarriage the next morning

when i was 7, we moved into our next haunted house. i always thought of this one as just being a bit too on a rift between the universes. i would be home alone, and suddenly there would be the pounding of feet running up the stairs, just like i usually would, and the dogs would bark and howl and run to face an intruder who just wasnt there. the door to my bedroom was a particular point of contention, as often i would watch the handle turn, the door open about two feet, stop, then suddenly close again. my parents didnt want to believe me until we all watched it happen together. once, my mother and five baby cousins all laughed and giggled about me waving to them on the swingset from my bedroom window, and in the time i still knew my mother i never did convince her it hadnt been me. the most egregious encounter there was the little girl on the stairs my mother assumed was our young neighbor, who startled and vanished when my mother asked why she was there

i cant say anything like that has happened since i left my home state. maybe our particular haunting was just so deeply tied to the florida boondocks that once i fled i managed to leave it behind. that said, only three days ago was the 5 year anniversary of no longer talking to my mother, and when i woke up my teeth were so sharp i cut myself on accident. theyre back to normal now. i must have chipped and rechipped them in my sleep. or maybe you just dont leave a curse like that behind entirely

if you want to read more about my family you can play my game, you are thinking about silver, a mostly real story about my family being werewolves. i'll let you decide for yourself whether or not its true

[margotquinsel]

Modern Encanto Au

Chapter 9 neighbours

Agustin turned round to see what made that noise. He obviously thought it was Mickey Mouse, it wasn't, in fact it was the new neighbour.

"Why howdy there!"

"Hello/"

"You just got 'ere?"

"Erm yeah."

"I didnt scare you? Did !?"

"You didnt, dont worry."

"Certainly scared me.." Isabela whispered to her sisters. Julieta heard this and nudged her, you could tell that she was also frightened.

" So where ya from?"

"Columbia, well, thats not where i'm from but my wife and her side are from...there. em where are you from?"

"Texas, Austin. Where abouts in columbia do you stay?""

" Valle de Coroca."

" never been. Is it nice?"

"Yeah.. Very nice, lovely tow- "

" Oh must be great 'iving there."

Julieta wanted to sleep. She was getting very annoyed at the lady. Agustin had the keys and if she asked for the keys the lady might think that Julieta hated her and never wanted to see her again, even if they've just met.

"Well, we better head inside , my girls.." He looked back at his daughters and his wife.

"They're exhausted after many hours of travelling."

"Oh , I see. The cabins are lovely, you'll love them. Well then, go on."

Agustin took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, expecting the lady to go to her own cabin she walked right in.

"what a lovely place!" The lady exclaimed "Betta than mine!"

Julieta wasnt happy that she was in there new cabin.

"I'm so sorry but i'm afraid i'm going to have to ask you to leave." Julieta told her.

"Why?"

"Because we've only known each other for what 4 minutes 2 minutes?"

"I dont see a problem."

"Well I do, please leave."

"Thats so rude."

"Please leave, I'm not going to say it one more time."

"I only wanted to have to have a wee look."

"Leave please."

"Out of respect, I think you should leave, you're making my wife uncomfortable."

After a couple minutes of trying to get her to leave, she gave up and stopped arguing.

"Finally.."

The family were relieved that she was gone.

"Theres 3 bedrooms."

"I should get one to myself since I'm the oldest."

'I dont mind sharing with someone.¨

[bridgyrose]

(my last one was a bit confusing so heres another shot) college au; team rwby all go to the same college, ruby has a commutation disorder and doesn't speak. her team all being childhood friends are basically the only people who understand her. They meet JNPR and all became friends, but little red is still too shy to say a word, especially to the other teams red head, Pyrrha. (a little pyrruby with shy Ruby)

“I promise, everything will be fine!” Yang grinned as she started walking down the hall of the dormitory, looking at a map to find her room. “You’re worried over nothing, Rubes.” 

Ruby sighed and started signing as fast as her fingers would let her. As much as she knew everything would be fine, she still couldnt help but be nervous about everything. Sure, she graduated highschool a couple years early, but that still didnt make up for the fact that she was tormented for not being able to speak. And even then, her signing was more or less just a series of gestures that Yang, Blake, and Weiss helped her come up with to communicate. 

Yang sighed and took hold of Ruby’s wrists, stopping her for a moment. “I know you have a lot to be nervous about, but you still have me and our friends to help you out. Besides, you and Weiss are sharing a dorm, so you’ll have her with you out with your other two roommates. You’re not going to be alone in this.” 

Ruby pulled her hands away from Yang, looking away and making a couple quick gestures before glancing towards a few other students down the hall. 

“Tell you what, we can get to your dorm first, help you and Weiss set up, and then find the library, alright?” 

Ruby thought about it for a moment, nodding in agreement. 

“Good, because if I’m looking at the map right, my room is right here- “Yang pointed to the door to her left, walking down the hall a bit further. “-and your room should be right… here.” 

Ruby walked up to the door that Yang stopped at, room 307. She slowly put her keys in to unlock the door, pausing when she heard Weiss’s voice, and three others she didnt recognize arguing. Ruby slowly opened the door, pausing as she watched Weiss argue with three other students: a blonde, a tall redhead, and a girl with orange hair. 

“You’ve got the wrong room! There’s no way that they’d let a boy stay here!” 

The blonde sighed as he showed Weiss the paper with his room number. “I dont like it any more than you do, but it says Building 3 room 307. Just like yours, Pyrrha’s, and Nora’s.” 

“This is unacceptable!” Weiss huffed and took the paper from the boy. “I’m going to go talk to the dorm admissions-” 

“We already tried, and as far as they care, Jaune here is a girl,” piped up the shorter girl. “Doesnt matter that he’s been transitioning, all of the documents they care about still see him as a she. But, it wont be that bad.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and shoved the paper to Jaune’s chest before walking off. “Then I’m going to make sure that I can get as much privacy as I can.” She paused at the door, smiling a bit when she saw Yang and Ruby. “Yang! Ruby! You  both made it!” 

“Of course we would, snowflake.” Yang pulled Weiss into a hug, holding her tightly. “And I can see you’re already getting into fights.” 

Weiss sighed and pulled away. “Seems like there’s five of us living in this dorm. Ruby, I want you to mee Pyrrha, Nora, and… Jaune.” 

Ruby nervously looked over to the other three, pausing for a moment as she waved. Jaune, the blonde, was the taller of the bunch, and definitely out of place for a girl’s dorm. Although, after listening to the… discussion… between him, Weiss, and the shorter girl, it didnt seem like there was much that could be done. Either way, he seemed nice enough, a bit timid himself, but not anyone to be worried about. 

Then there was Nora. She was the shortest of the bunch, sporting short orange hair, and not exactly looking thrilled about living with Weiss for the remainder of the school year. She gave a friendly smile as she waved back at Ruby. “Sorry about all the yelling, but somebody-” Nora glared at Weiss “-had to make a big deal out of a misunderstanding.” 

“Now, now, I’m sure she had her own reasons.” Pyrrha, the redhead, finally spoke up, giving her own soft, yet nervous, smile. “I’m sure we can all get along just fine together without too much trouble.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and started heading down the hall .”Well, I’m going to try again to get Jaune out of here. Boys do not belong in the girls’ dorm!” 

“She gets a bit easier to deal with once you get used to her.” Yang walked into the room, extending a hand out to the three others. “I’m Yang by the way. And this is my sister, Ruby. She’s your other roommate.” 

Ruby stayed at the door, feeling a bit more nervous as she shakily moved her hands to make a few gestures, trying to make them recognizable to the clothes to try to say hi. 

“Isnt she a bit… young to be here?” asked Nora, looking over Ruby curiously.

“Didnt you get called a child earlier, Nora?” teased Jaune. 

Nora paused for a moment and sighed. “Only because I’m on the short side….” 

“Then you probably shouldnt judge Ruby.” Pyrrha started heading to one of the beds, moving her bags onto one. “And we should all start getting the room set up.” 

“Way ahead of you.” Jaune went to his own bags, opening one and pulling out a few rods and a couple curtains. “Although, I think at some point I’m going to need to get a few more privacy curtains to keep from feeling Weiss’s wrath.” 

Ruby stood in the doorway for a little longer before quickly moving her bags to a bed and rushing off to find the library. 

Pyrrha noticed, watching as Ruby ran out. “Is she okay?” 

Yang nodded, picking up her bags and digging through them. “She’ll be fine. Oh, that reminds me.” She fished out a couple of notepads, setting them down on one of the dressers. “These are to help you communicate with Ruby. She doesnt speak and we never got around to actually learning Remnant sign, so she and I came up with a bunch of gestures to help her communicate easier, that way she wouldnt have to carry a laptop or pen and paper with her all the time.” 

Pyrrha smiled at Yang a bit, walking over to one of the notepads and looking through it. “We’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” 

“No problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my own room set up, and then help the Ice Queen calm down before comes back. Rather not hear about you guys missing any roommates already.” 

Jaune chuckled a bit, setting up a couple privacy curtains around his bed. “Eh, I’ve had worse. At least she’s being nicer about it than what I have dealt with.” 

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Our Little Secret

Gif credit @xofeno

Requested on wattpad

Hope you all enjoy

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder

Hidden polygamy relationship with Kelly and Jay.

"When are you two going to have kids? I cant wait to see a baby Severide running around". Gabby gushed, she couldnt wait to be a aunt again. But you and Kelly haven't even started to think about kids. You just got married a year ago.

"That's way in the future, Gabby. We just want to have fun and enjoy this newlywed life". You hugged Kelly's arm.

"It'll happen just not now". Kelly told her.

"Fine, I just cant wait to squeeze those little cheekies". She went to squeeze you cheeks but you swatted her hand away with a annoyed laugh.

"We're going to head home, Gabby. See you tomorrow". Kelly waved and you two headed home after a long day at work and the constant pressure of having kids.

Getting him you saw Jay's car in the driveway. Fortunately he avoided the Gabby attack.

"Hey baby". He scooped you into a hug and kissed your neck. Moaning into the embrace.

"She needs some love. Gabby asked her again when shes having kids". Kelly jumped over the couch and landed on it.

"Who's taking one for the team"? Jay chuckled as he brought you over to the couch and sat you down beside Kelly before taking a seat beside you.

"I'm just not ready for a kid right now. I can barely handle you two". You joked.

"We are not that bad". Kelly gasped.

"Dont even start. You two can't pick up after yourselves or put anything away that's yours. It's like pulling teeth when I ask you to take your plate to the kitchen. Kids are going to be just like you two".

"Alright. Enough about kids. How was your day"? Jay pulled your legs on his lap.

"It was fine. You were there. Antonio on my back about life insurance and Gabby on my back about kids. It's like a circus in the Dawson family". You sighed when Jay rubbed your feet.

"Life insurance"? Kelly questioned.

"Yeah, just to be safe if anything happened to either of us. I guess we all should go see someone so we're all taken care of".

"That seems like a smart idea".

"I dont even want to think about losing either of you". You held onto Kelly and Jay's hand.

"You're not going to lose us. We promise". Kelly reassured you. But he didnt know the future.

"I'm tired about thinking about this". You laid down on Kelly as Jay continued your foot massage. Slowly drifting off.

The next morning you drove to work and headed into the station. Jay was already there doing paper work he forgot yesterday. You sighed as you sat down. Kelly texted you to say he got to work safely and he was making dinner.

"Y/N". You could hear Gabby yell coming up the stairs. She was starting her attack early this morning.

"Not this early, Gabby. I cant take anymore baby talk". You groaned as she pulled a chair up to your desk

"But hear me out. I'll be there to help and babysit. You can go out whenever. You'd make a great parent". She went on.

"Gab, why dont you leave her alone about kids. She just got married, let her do her thing". Jay piped in and the look on Gabbys face said rage.

"Why dont you butt out, Halstead? You're not in this conversation or this family. So what does it matter"? Gabby turned in her seat staring Jay down.

"I may not be in your family. But Y/N is dear to me and a great friend. Look at her, shes miserable when you nag and be on her back all the time". Jays stepping up made a smile come to your face. No one knew about Jay. That was yours, Kelly's and Jay's secret.

"Just shut up, Jay. Can I ask you a question"?

"Sure". He was prepared for anything thrown at him.

"What's with the band on your ring finger? You're not married so why wear it"?

"Someone that loves me greatly gave this to me as a symbol of their love and trust. So I'm going to wear it and never take it off. See it wont come off". He playfully tried to take his wedding ring off but it wouldnt come off his finger.

"You're an idiot, Jay". Gabby scoffed.

"Listen, Gabby. I have tons of work to do and I need you to not bother me at work. Antonio is already doing that. Dont go bother Kelly neither. He needs to concentrate on his work. Not you demanding us have kids". The shock on her face was priceless. Her little sister standing up to her and Jay standing up for you was something she wasn't expecting today when she came in.

"Fine, I'll see you later". She rolled her eyes and headed down the stairs.

You hurried over to Jay's desk and grabbed him by the shirt collar. He giggled like a girl as you both headed into the break room. Being the only two in the office that early had advantages.

"You were so hot standing up to Gabby like that. Had me soaking wet". You kissed Jay's neck pushing up his shirt. Your hands running down his chest.

"I'd do anything for you and our family". He moaned when your hand went into his pants, squeezing his cock.

"Anything"? A smirk crept on your face.

"Anything". He growled picking you up and sitting you on the table, pushing your skirt up around your hips.

Jay quickly unfastened his pants letting them fall around his ankles. You pulled your panties to the side and Jay eased into your wet hole.

Wrapping your legs around Jay's waist. He leaned you back and started pounding deep and long strokes in to you. His lips traveled across your chest, leaving hickeys along your body.

Your hand untangled into his hair as the other covered your mouth as your moans grew louder.

While Jay explored your body with his mouth, hands and cock. Gabby went exploring herself. More like snooping. Last Christmas you gave her a key to let herself in when you weren't home to wrap presents for Kelly and the fire station. Jay hadn't moved in yet so there wasn't now worry. But you totally forgot to get it back from her.

She closed the door and started looking around. Everything seemed normal until she got to looking at the pictures on the wall and fireplace. There was you, Kelly and Jay at the beach. The three of you at the park, at your wedding. At a different wedding with you and Jay kissing.

"What the hell"? Gabby was confused beyond belief. She walked down the hallway and into the bedroom. There was three dressers. One for Kelly, Jay and you. Three toothbrushes in the bathroom. A giant king size bed. Three pairs of slippers in the closet.

She didnt understand at all. Why was Jay living with you and in your relationship? Gabby wanted answers and she waited until you got home to get the answer.

"I'm make chicken alfredo tonight". Kelly unlocked the door while you and Jay helped bring in the groceries.

"Hello, you three". Gabby startled all three of you at the door.

"What the heck are you doing in my house, Gabby"?

"Why are you kissing Jay in this picture? Who's wedding was this"? She held up the picture.

"You had no right". You gritted your teeth.

"You're my sister, I have the right to protect you".

"By snooping into my life? Our life"?

"We're married". Jay spoke up, he figured it was already out in the open.

"But you're married to Kelly. I was there".

"I married Jay in a secret ceremony. Just the three of us. I love Jay and I love Kelly. We're happy and we make it work. Why couldnt you just leave it alone"?

"Because its not right. Now I see why you dont want to have kids. You wont know who the father is".

"Hey!  You will not talk to her like that, Gabby. This is our life, if you can't accept that then you need to leave". Kelly ordered. He wasn't having anyone talk to you like that.

"Fine". She huffed and walked past you.

"I'm sorry". You said to Kelly and Jay.

"Its not your fault. Not everyone is going to like our relationship. We're here, that's all that matters". Kelly and Jay kissed your head.

"Yeah".

Kelly and Jay went to put the groceries away and started dinner. You sat on the couch looking at your wedding pictures.

Nothing or no one was going to change how you felt towards Jay and Kelly. You weren't hurting anyone and you all were happy. That's all that should matter.

[smokahuntis]

Weightless

Nothing Personal

Pairing: Javier peña x reader

Warnings: set last name, cursing, mentions of sex and death. Masterbation, night mares.

Summery: he embassy calls in a new agent to assist agents Peña and Murphy

Authors note: I’m back and I’m going to try and start a series! Based on the album Nothing Personal by All Time Low. This would be chapter one.

Word count: 3.4K

Manage me, I’m a mess

“Agent (y/n) Carter” the ambassador said as she gave them the files “she will be joining, this is everything you need to know in her and she will be here later today.

Javier nodded as he picked up the file “of course, madam ambassador” he stood with a crooked grin and looked her over “and may I say, you look amazing in pink” he said softly and kindly. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.

“Keep dreaming Peña” she shook her head and let them leave to review the file.

Turn a page, I’m a book half unread

“Agent Carter ” Javier handed Steve the file. “ ‘DEA’s finest’” he mocked and lit up his cigarette as he set back. Letting the smoke fill his lungs as he took a long drag of his Colombian cigarette. He watched Steve waiting for his opinion.

Steve only chuckled and set the papers down “I went to academy with her...” he said, javiers eyes lit up before he shook his head

“I didn’t mean-“

“We aren’t friends it okay” Steve chuckled.

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because

“Oh- okay... okay...” pena leaned back again as the smoke clouded the humid air around them.

“She was always an overachiever, no one really liked her in my class” he chuckled and put the file away. “Way to smart to be choosing dea, but there she was. Didnt talk to anyone, didn’t let anyone talk to her.” He shrugged “I’d be surprised if she talked to us”

I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

“So beware shes a bitch?” Javier chuckled and put his cigarette out

“Yep” Steve got up and grabbed his empty coffee cup. “Want a coffee?”

“Not from here...” he shook his head and got up.

“You know back home I always chose Colombian brew coffee, and now I’m in colombia and I don’t see why I thought it was good” Steve chuckled as they walked together to get a drink at the coffee place across the street.

“I’ve spend out money on more valuable things then coffee machines that aren’t from the 60s and beans that aren’t 2 years old” Javier joked and shook his head as they strutted the halls. They were such a duo, splitting them into a trio is a sin, but they’d have to get used to it.

Well I’m stuck in this fucking rut

Meanwhile back in LAX (y/n)’s brother tried to convince her it wasn’t worth it. “Colombia is dangerous right now, you could get killed- or- or worse!” Thomas said following her.

“What’s worse then dying?” She watched him with a bit of a cocky grin.

“You could end up like- like Kiki” he said without thinking before she grabbed her brothers collar roughly.

“You don’t say a damn word about Kiki... plus” she let him go and wiped her Dainty hand on her white button up. “After what the US did to the Sinaloa I think I’m safe from that” she sighed and kept walking.

“(Y/n) listen- please... I can’t loose my sister, not to- Pablo Escobar” he grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at him with upset eyes. “You’re all I have left...” he whispered

Waiting on a second-Hand pick-me-up

It was true, she was all he had left, dad was away over seas and mom was gone. Their oldest brother died years ago, it was just her and Thomas. But they were both adults now, she could do what she wanted, and she had been. But now she was a little worried for Thomas.

“I’ll call, and I’ll visit when I can, just go home Thomas... I’ll be okay” she said looking at him, before the warning for her flight went off, 10 minutes now. “I love you, I have to go” she hugged her younger brother before she left.

I’m getting over getting older

(Y/n) looked over her files on the plane, she knew it was a matter of time before escobar knew who she was so she didn’t hide it. She didn’t care, she knew he was almost untouchable. Almost.

(Y/n) had been all over for the DEA, her most frequented place however was Mexico. She worked in Mexico for a long time, she was young and stupid and she kinda thought it was the DEA’s way of getting rid of waste, expecting her to die at the hands of the Sinaloa. However she returned very much alive, and very much tearing open at the seems. She still has nightmares of her time there, but she didn’t care, she had to keep going, for him.

If I could just find the time

Javier set up the stuff in the meeting room before he made his way home for the night. His little two bit apartment given to him by the Embassy. It was nice, he knew that, but it always felt cold and empty, that’s why he filled it with girls, smoke, alcohol smells. It was like a fucking bar. He tried to not bring work home with him but he couldn’t help it most nights, things either bothered him to much or had to be done sooner then later. Some days he wanted to feel weightless, and those days he could escape the heavy burden of people lives depending on him. The ones he couldn’t save, or the ones he’s trying to save. He was trying so hard, but he couldn’t escape.

He needed air, that’s what it was. Right now when he felt his chest collapse on him, he needed aid, real air. So he was quick to make his way out the door and to the front steps of the apartment building, he almost didn’t see her. The (h/c) girl standing there at the steps with her bags. He almost took her out, but he stopped in time.

“I’m- im sorry uh- can I help you?” He asked clearing his throat as he looked at her. She pulled her hood off and looked up at him holding her bags close to her

Then I would never let another day go by

“This is the embassy apartments right?” She asked with a soft shivering smile. He was quick to answer, maybe to quick.

“Yea! Yea this is- this is them yea... you’re-“ he started but she cut him off.

“(Y/n) Carter, yes- hi- um- sorry I didn’t mean to cut you off I’m just tired and cold and really want to get inside. He nodded understanding, completely forgotting why he came out here as he looked into her eyes, illuminated by the yellow street lights behind him.

“I’ll show you to your apartment” he smiled and took her in, she was just across the hall from him. Her apartment identical in most ways, however her kitchen was bigger and so was her bathroom.

I’m over getting old

“Thank you, you must be Agent Peña” she smiled as he got the key from the leafy palm in the corner, unlocking her door for her.

“That I am” he smiled and helped with her bags. If he was going to be stuck with her he wanted to be nice. He didn’t want another agent, him and Steve were doing just on their own, but the embasssy expected things to be done instantly, but they are putting to many cooks in the kitchen.

“Thank you for helping, you didn’t need to” she smiled and set her bags down on the bed and looked at him.

“Of course” he smiled and set her things down with the rest. “So, we’re you invited or did you request to be transferred”

Maybe it’s not my weekend

(Y/n) looked at him and pushed hair behind her ears and shook her head. “I requested it actually, I requested it months ago really but-“

“Why would you want to be here? You know what’s happening-“

“That’s exactly why I want to be here” she stood straighter and looked at him. “You need all the help you can get it seems- and I understand if you don’t want me here because I’m a women”

“No! No no- no that isn’t it I promise” he said feeling a bit of his earlier panic come back, but it was only a little. “I don’t care you’re a women I’ve seen your file you’ve done amazing things but we were doing just fine without you...” Javier said looking at her, his hand up in defense.

“Then why did the embassy want me here ASAP?” She asked crossing her arms.

“Because they think we are stupid or something... they expect things done instantly and it’s impossible.” He explained. She nodded and sighed

“I understand that feeling. But I’m here to help... I promise” she looked at him as the moon light filtered threw her window

But it’s gonna be my year

He nodded and sighed “I’ll just let you get some sleep, I’ll see you at the office” he walked out of her room, giving her one last look as he smiled “goodnight Agent Carter” he walked out to his apartment again.

(Y/n) sighed and unpacked all she could tonight and took a few melatonin and went to sleep, trying to get on the schedule.

It wasn’t hard for her to get up in the morning, making her own coffee and getting ready early. She wanted to be there before them so she could go over things and get caught up. So getting ready quickly she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail and made her way to the office. She was always on time or early, wanting to get ahead of things or finish work so she didn’t have to bring things home.

I’m so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere

Javier however, couldnt manage to get himself out of sleep. Stuck in a long nightmare that has his body aching and sweating to wake up but he was stuck there, in that spot in the sticky cotton sheets. He tossed and turned but al he could see was the blood, every scene he’d been to, it took a toll on him. He couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t stay up and drink a shit ton of coffee and just keep going.

He was hurting himself even more trying to ignore it. He was lost in a sea of sound, until finally he woke up, alone and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Fuck....” he shook his head and got out of bed, throwing his things in the wash before he got in the shower. He felt so exhausted from sleeping, that’s not right. He hated this constant feeling, it was so much. He couldn’t even escape at home. Seemed the only time he felt fine was when he was baring himself inside a women of the night and telling her how perfect she was, only to wake up alone and try to relive that moment in the shower by himself.

This is my reaction to everything I fear

It was no secret, Javier Peña was a ladies man. To get in the head of the cartel he slept with the same women as the cartel, did it work? Yes occasionally. But it wasn’t that anymore, it wasn’t just work, it was a form of escape now. Was he a sex addict? Yes, most definitely. Did he care? No, because it was release in more ways then one and that’s all he wanted.

He did have a talent tho, remembering every name, every face. Every women. He was a talented man. But right now that didn’t matter, what mattered to him in this moment was making himself feel weightless as hot water ran down his body. He was alone last night, after showing (y/n) her apartment he went home and to bed. So he had nothing to relieve, no face to see when he closed his eyes. Oh... how he was wrong.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste another minute here

There she was, the beauty he met last night. (Y/n) carter. Why was she what he thought about right now? He just met her. She was his partner and he’d only see her face and hands, that’s not even enough for a weirdo to get off. But it was enough for him to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and leaning his head back as he stroked himself.

His chest heaving and his eyes rolling back as he pumped his fat cock in his hand. Soft grunts escaped his mouth before the words left it “(y/n)... fuck...” he groaned.

He didn’t even know the girl and he was getting off in his shower to her.

This could be all that I’ve waited for

He didn’t know why he felt like this, but in his mind he had her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his tip as she took him down her little throat, just that image made him let out a loud moan. Soon his balls tightened and he was coming all over her face, and down the drain.

He shook his head as he opened his eyes and looked at the mess he made. Causing him to sigh heavily and clean up before he got dressed and ready, trying to get the idea out of his head. It was his first day with her, and he wanted to fuck her. Wow.

This could be everything I don’t wanna dream anymore

When he got there she was already liking over things, remembering faces and writing in her notebook. She looked peaceful there, just staring at a cork-board of killers and drug lords. He could tell quickly this is her environment.

“Hey” he said setting down his coffee and taking off his brown leather jacket. She turned with an other bright smiled and looked at him, her smile lit of the room and made his chest feel tight, but not like his panic the night before, this was warm and different.

“Hey” she said in her silk tone as she set her note book down. “ I hope you don’t mind I’m taking my own notes.”

“Not at all, whatever makes you comfortable” he smiled at her softly. At that moment Steve walked in with his own coffee and pen. He was way to quick to notice the look in javiers eyes, the interest he had in her.

“Thanks” she smiled before looking at Steve “Steve Murphy, wow... hi” she smiled and shook his hand.

“Hey Carter, it’s been awhile” he chuckled and shook her hand

“It’s been more then awhile” she smiled and looked up at him

Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year.

“Well it’s good to know we have a good agent on our team” he smiled. “So what are you working on”

“Just taking my own notes so I can memorize things faster and get caught up” she smiled at them.

“Oh did you color coat them too?” He asked a little to condescending. She sighed and caught on quickly but went on.

“No I did not. I’m not a preppy teenager.” She stated simply before walking back to take notes.

“While you do that we are going to go do real things okay?” He grabbed his coffe and walked out with Javier. (Y/n) was pretty used to sexist comments or people thinking she couldn’t do things so she brushed it off, however Javier didn’t.

I’m going crazy, I’m stuck in here

“What the hell was that?!” Javjer looked at Steve and closed the door as they got into their little office.

“What was what?” Steve asked and set his things down.

“You being an asshole to her, what did she do to you?” Javier said taking up for her.

“I don’t know Javier what’s up with you? Staring at her like you’re guess engagement ring sizes!” Steve argued, they argued way to often. Like a married couple really.

“I was not!” Javier scoffed “I can’t be nice to my new coworker?”

“Just yesterday you were dreading her! And now you have heart eyes all over her” Steve said

Maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year

“I don’t have heart eyes, I’m just looking at her, damn” he sat down and opened his earliest files and started work.

“I’m sure” Steve shook his head before starting to work.

Soon (y/n) made her way to the office and walked in and almost fell over with a heart attack “my god, how do you work in such mess” she asked looking around.

“Mess? I think it’s pretty clean” Steve said looking around

“The only clean place here is my desk and it’s still covered in papers. “ she looked at him and set her things down.

“ okay I’ll admit, it’s a bit messy, but we know whether everything is” he leaned back. Just as he said that, Peña who wasn’t paying attention spoke up.

“I can’t find that file from yesterday” he sighed, giving (y/n) the perfect example.

“See!” She looked at Steve.

“Okay fine, we could organize...” he sighed.

I’m so sick of watching am three minutes pass as I go nowhere

After hours of cleaning the office was organized and they found things much easier, so much quicker and efficient. So much so that Javier could ask

“Okay now I need the First Medellin file” he said softly and it was quickly put on his desk.

“See that’s not bad...” (y/n) smiled softly and looked between them.

“But we just wasted so much time doing that” Steve said

“But we are going to save so much more now that it’s organized” she crossed her arms. She was right, organizing the office was the best decision they’d made all year, it helped get things done faster and cleared their minds.

And this is my reaction to everything I fear.

It was a small thing, to organize the office, but when Javier got home he decided to clean the apartment too, washing the bed sheets and making everything up after. Cooking a meal instead of ordering. Just have a day of cleaning up and doing normal people things, it made him sleep better already. The nightmares had calmed down and everything was fine. He was peaceful for a moment, a minute, a few seconds. And then there it was, the scream that made (y/n) drop everything and go to his apartment, he left the door unlocked so it was easy for her to get in and get to his bed side instantly.

“Javier!” She said grabbing his shoulders and shaking him awake. He was starting to sweat again, just as she grabbed him, her touch alone calmed down the terror of his mind, causing him to wake.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered tiredly as he looked at her, she was in a robe, her hair wrapped loosely in a towel.

“Hey buddy” she smiled softly, trying to comfort him in anyway. She didn’t know anything about him but she wanted to try her best to make him feel better, to make him feel weightless.

“What are you doing here...” he asked laying back. She pushed his hair out of his face and massaged his scalp softly as she spoke.

“You screamed and I came as soon as I could... I thought something happened” she answered and watched him, he was gorgeous here, with the moon light covering his glistening chest, highlighting his face and messy hair.

“I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean too” he said as he sighed.

“It’s okay... I understand... I used to do the same thing after Mexico” she admitted. They barely knew a damn thing but they both felt comfortable with each other.

“How did you get it to stop...” he asked

“Well I did go to therapy but it never seemed to help, so I did what I did as a kid, I get something to read and read till I can’t keep my eyes open, it makes your mind think on the topics of the book rather then the other mess...” she whispered and pulled his covers back over him. He nodded and smiled “I could read to you tonight if you want...”

“You don’t have to do that”

“I don’t mind... get comfy I’ll find something...” she smiled and went to get a book. His eyes trailed her long legs as she walked out to get a book, why did he feel so open and comfortable with her, he just met her.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste a minute here

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Sweet, Spice and Hot Water Is Always Nice

Summary- 7.6k Mike (renamed from Me-Playing It Cool) x You. Mike is struggling to get a story line down for his script, and you were sent home from work. You just LOVE when Aunt Flo comes to visit (insert sarcasm), and Mike has a suggestion to make you feel better. Warnings- Period Sex (it isnt overly graphic though) Male receiving Oral, Fingering, One mention of blood. Thigh Riding cause its a mood. That is about it. A mild argument. Oh swear or two, cause ya know me. And I know, another holiday fic with him, but Holidays are my favorite, and I just love these two. 

A/N- Fall themed Moodboard added to this was made by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​. Thank you so much, I loved it, and I hope you like the fluffiness it caused. 

“Okay Brian, you want this rom com to deliver.” Mike cracked his knuckles and let his fingers lower over the keys, starting to type out the main character's opening scene, picturing the actress Brian described as standing just behind him, sitting at your kitchen table your grandmother gave you, picking at plates of food. 

Ally, I could have told you it wasn't going to work out with

Rick two months ago. - Daisy sighs. 

Why? - Ally gives a clueless look at her sister across the table. 

You love meat, you hate cyclists. - Daisy says flippant. 

His hand came up to rub at his face, trying to think ahead as the two blondes faded away from the table, and he was sitting there pondering at the theme of the script he was supposed to be writing. Single woman worried about the amount of men she has been with, and was set on finding the ONE. The man who made all her dreams come true. Of course the man was supposed to be a playboy across the hall. 

“Fucking fantastic.” Mike groaned, finding the whole theme of the story kind of stupid. “What woman would worry about that?” 

Setting back to trying to type, he heard the door unlock, your footsteps snapping against the tile of the hallway floor leading into the kitchen. Pushing back his chair, he twisted it to face the kitchen with a confused look on his face. You tossed your purse and keys on the counter, and bracing a hand against the counter, you leaned down to yank off your heels to fall to the flat of your feet with a sigh. Using the side of your foot, you pushed them aside so no one would trip over them. “I know- I know… I'm home early Mike. I promise to be quiet.” 

Mike just shook his head to disregard what you had said. “I don't care that you’re home so early, I'm just trying to figure out why you're home early?” 

You stand there for a moment staring at him, then you give a sniffle that was so out of character, it worried him. Holding out his hands to you, he made a come motion. “Come on baby, now you're starting to scare me a bit.” Which entices you to make your way to him, and stand between his legs while his hands slide up and down the back of your thighs. “You left for work just a couple hours ago?” 

Your hands come to smooth over his head, sighing at how good the softness of his slightly grown out buzz cut felt, and you could see the worry lines depending between his eyebrows, always deeper on the left side, his eyes having lost their usual mirth and teasing when they looked at you. “I haven't felt good all morning, and the boss sent me home. The boss caught me puking in my trashcan and wouldnt take no for an answer.”

Mike let his fingers sink in lightly while pulling you into his lap, your hands sliding to lock around his neck. “Well why were you puking? This morning you seemed fine.” His brows furrowed as a worried thought niggled his mind, and blossomed into a full panicked look as it really settled in. “Wait, your not-?” his eyes widened in his panic, and you scoffed at him. 

“No so you don't have to worry Mike. Although it's great to see you panic if we should have been.” You snapped a bit although you knew you would have matched that panic as well, and he softened a bit, smoothing his hands along your lower back. 

“Sorry baby, you said puking and my mind went away with it.” Apologizing, he tilted his head a bit. “So, You going to put me out of my misery and tell me? Or do I have to keep making dumb ass assumptions?” 

You were still a bit irritated with his earlier remark, but were you really mad at Mike? Or were you just feeling like shit and everything was irritating you? You glanced back at his genuinely worried face, you softened to him for how worried he was. “I started to get cramps today, and they just ache badly today.” you sniffled a bit again, and Mike pulled you in closer for a hug, and you settled in against his chest. “And I feel terrible for coming into your space when you're working.” You said softly, and Mike shrugged, the movement making you pull back. 

“I could care less, you're not feeling good and this is home first, office second. Besides, I just started it. Not like I have any story yet to get down. Just an idea.” He turned his chair with you in his lap, and moved his finger over the keyboard to wake the laptop back up. You gave a slight chuckle seeing he literally had two whole lines.

“What have you been doing all morning?” You snicker a bit and he picks up Brians notes laying right next to them. 

“I have been trying to think of how to get this shit into something decent. Listen to this- Ally is a woman who has many ex-boyfriends who turned out to be losers. Now she believes that she can't find a good guy. But when she runs into one of her exes who is now a 'Prince Charming', she decides to look up all of her exes to see if any of them have changed for the better. When she has trouble locating them, she asks her neighbor Colin, who sleeps with a different woman every night and sneaks out the morning after to avoid talking to them, to help her.” He tossed it back down to the table. “Like anyone cares how many people someone slept with.”

You wrinkled your nose, and you knew you shouldn't say anything. Because you honestly had to agree with him, but that dark little voice in the back of your mind that seemed to always be there when you weren't feeling good poked at you. “Well some people, it does matter Mike.” You push to stand, and go around the counter to search out your midol from your purse. Grabbing the bag, you started to paw through the contents while Mike twisted his office chair to look at you. You could see this slight furrow in his brow as he went over what you had said. 

“Did it matter to you, when we talked about it ourselves Y/N? Cause you were pretty chill.” he asked, and you could see from the corner of your eye as you snatched your bottle that he was leaning forward in his chair, the curious look on his face was seriously wondering if you did or not. In that moment you just wanted to snap at him, he should know that you didn't nor ever would care who was a part of his past. Since it was just the past. 

“If I had cared, Mike, would I have asked you for your number on that first date? Of course I didn't give two shits about who you dated or fooled around with.” You retorted, shaking out a couple pills and popping them dry before screwing the cap back on and ditching the bottle back in your bag. Going to the fridge, you sought out water, which all were left were bottles half gone. Groaning, you dropped your head. “You haven't been to the store yet Mike?” you snapped as you shut the door, taking one of the bottles anyways. You weren't drinking tap water, that was for damn sure. 

“I was going to go this afternoon before you get home.” He brushed off your irritation in favor of your earlier comment, more keen to go back to the conversation you two were having before. “Did someone like say something about me before you even met up with me? Because we certainly didn't talk about our dating history for a while.” 

You leaned against the counter for a moment, rubbing at your face for a moment. “Why do you put everything off to the last minute Mike? You always do this, and then I’m left either having to nag you, beg you, and just end up doing it myself.” You grumbled, and ignored his question. “Can you go now please? So the water will be chilled by tonight.” you left him at his computer, going to crash on the couch and grab the remote. But Mike wasn't far behind, following you to the couch. 

“I will later, but I’m curious if someone said something to you? Like a warning?” He flopped down on the other end, his arm slinging along the back and looking at you intently. 

You flicked through stations and rolled your eyes. ‘Fuck Mike, it was so long ago, drop it. It doesn't matter who told me what before we even met. We're together, aren't we? I make my own decisions about someone.” 

“But someone did say something.” He pushed you once more, and you clench your hand around the remote hearing him keep on going. 

“Fucking hell Mike, you really wanna know. It's not exactly like you were dating anyone during that time. Mallory told me all about how you two would fool around and that maybe I needed un-fucking-winding. So she set us up. But you already knew that.” You toss the remote at him, and push off the couch. “Then I really liked you, so we made it work. But right this second, if you follow me to the bedroom, I will kick your ass out to the couch for the rest of the week.” you snapped, and left him there to brood, going into the bedroom with a sharp slam of the door. 

Mike winced when he heard the door slam, feeling bad now that he pushed for something that really didn't matter. That first hook up was two years ago, and you two had been together ever since. It just nagged at him in a way that he was shocked at, thinking that someone might have said “hey he's a player, be careful.” Maybe you were right, a small part of him might have cared? Not so much that he or you slept with a few people, but that anyone would actually care. 

Mike waited a few moments for things to cool down, he knew he shouldnt have pushed on such a stupid matter, cause it honestly didnt matter to him what anyone might have said. It was a stupid fight, and Mike wanted to make it up to you, apologize for upsetting you when you were already feeling so awful. Listening, he could hear you in the bedroom, opening drawers and snapping them shut then it went quiet. Pushing up from the couch, he approached the bedroom, and knocked on the door to ease it open. You were laying on the bed, a heating pad plugged in where your phone usually was. You had it resting on your stomach, and had your other arm slung over your face to block out the light. 

“I mean it Mike, you come in here looking to argue, I will scratch those blue eyes of yours out and leave you a blind man.” You threatened him, which he tried not to chuckle at, but a tiny one burst out while he went to stretch on the bed next to you, sliding his hands under your shirt to rub your back. 

“Im sorry Y/N, I was being kind of an ass.” He said, and you snorted a bit in agreement. Mike could feel the knots in your back loosen a little as you relaxed into his hand, and he pulled in closer to you. “Is it really bad this time?” he looked at the time, it had only been twenty minutes since you had taken your painkillers, still hadn't had a proper chance to kick in for you yet. 

You stretched a bit and pressed yourself back hard enough for him to know you wanted more pressure in his touch, which he did, digging in his fingers. You sighed a bit into your pillow. “It's messing me up this time Mike, not going to lie.” You twisted your head to glance over your shoulder, and your look softened a bit when you saw how concerned he did look. So you twisted to lay on your back and look up at him. “I'm sorry to Mike, I came in looking for a fight because of how I was feeling. Your script will be good, and people who do care probably have boring sex lives.” You joked a bit while lifting a hand to let the back of your fingers brush against the rasp of his beard. It made you tingle to feel it, and his hand slipped along your waist and over your belly where the heating pad didn't cover.  

“You know there are other ways to help you.” Mike started, looming over you slightly and you wrinkled your nose, knowing what he was talking about. It always made you feel a little guilty though, like it was something he had to do, not that he wanted to do. All in your head, you knew, but the thought still had manifested there after that time he ended up being late on a deadline cause of a weekend of him taking care of you. 

You shrugged a bit and shook your head. “You don't have to do anything, you should probably get back to your script. Brian’s going to want to see it in a few days.” You brushed it off, but Mike wasn't about to be deterred, because he knew how much better you felt afterwards, and he enjoyed making you feel good immensely. 

“I know I don't have to “do anything”, but how about I want to?” He pushed up off the bed, and reached down to grasp your hands and ease you up into a sitting position, making you groan and pull off the heating pad, being sure to click it off. Mike gave you what he hoped would be a promising grin to get you in the mood. “Fuck that script, I rather have some dirty sex… in the bed?” He questioned, and you gripped his hands tighter, pulling yourself up. 

“You're not going to leave me in peace to wither and die are you?” You scoffed as you side stepped him to grab a couple towels, and draped them over your arm. “Shower, mess be minimal, and the hot water will help my back.” Mike came up behind and ran his hands along your sides, while kissing on your neck, making you sigh a bit in appreciation. That rasp of beard followed by soft velvet lips always did something, even now your toes were curling up the more he did it. 

Getting in the bathroom, he reached and grabbed the towels from you, tossing them on the bathroom counter. “Absolutely not going to let you wither and die, you know how much work it would be to find another awesome girlfriend like you?” He cupped your face, dragging you into a kiss while you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off when he pulled away, he mimicked you and pulled your top off over your head and discarding them wherever they happened to land. 

“Ooh I like being awesome. How awesome am I Mike?” You wiggled your brows at him, and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, which Mike eagerly drew off you when you got it unclasped and cupped your breasts, massage them lightly, thinking about what to say. Thumbs circled around your sensitive nipples and you took a slight inhale that Mike happened to hear, causing him to do it a little harder the next time around. “You're always so sensitive right now, I absolutely love it.” Mike admitted while massaging his palms into the globes, you ended up arching into his touch and dropped your hands to his pants to start working open his belt. 

“You didn't answer me, pain in the ass.” You tugged the belt open and popped open the button, sure to watch him as you pressed your hands under the boxer band and wrapped fingers around his cock. You felt him twitch in your hand, a hitch in his breath as his normally bright blue eyes darkened. “Am I distracting you a little too much?” 

He took a deep breath as you sunk to the floor, Mike's hand falling to the bathroom counter, his knuckles turning white while he gripped the counter at the anticipation. “Here I thought I was supposed to make you feel better?” Seeing you kneeling, giving him that sultry fuck look from under your lashes while darts of your tongue teased your lips. A tug on his jeans dragged them down further so you could pull his cock out, giving measured firm strokes and breaking eye contact to look at his erection instead, sliding a thumb around his head and dragging your thumb back to your lips to suck your fingertip.

“You are making me feel better. Well actually, hand me a towel?” you arched up to bring your face closer to him, your free hand held out while Mike handed you a towel in which you put under your knees to get comfy. “See you helped me.” Giving a teasing wink, you twist your head to give him a trailing lick of your tongue along the underside of his cock and spit to lube him in your hands. A kiss of your lips to the tip made him shudder com watching the sinfully sweet act, and then you spread your lips to lower your mouth on him and suck with a moan. Already he was cursing above you under his breath as he did his best to not look away. 

“Fuck baby” Mike grunted, and you widened your mouth to draw him in further, fluttering your tongue around him while rubbing your hands against the front of his thighs till you circled fingers around the base, pumping him where your mouth couldnt take him yet. You relished the taste and heaviness on your tongue, lips drawing him in further to leave a wet trail on his cock when you bobbed your head faster. Heavy breaths flared your nostrils while you hummed your satisfaction till he hit the back of your throat. His hips rocked to meet your bobbing head until you gagged around his girth. “Just a bit more baby.” Mike grunted as his hands went to cup your face, fingers digging in your cheeks. Mike's head tipped back, and your gaze rolled upwards to see his adam's apple bobbing up and down, the muscles in his torso tighten, and where your hands grasped his thighs to hold on while he face-fucked you, kept flexing. “Fuck… FUCK…” He pulled you off him, his hips stuttering to a stop and his cock weeped with desire to shoot his load. The thick white dribble looked too tempting to you. Your tongue tip curled out and you darted back in close to give a kitten lick to the tip, cleaning the drool and precum off and maybe just to tease him slightly, knowing how close he was. 

“God your a fucking little brat.” He hissed at your antics, stepping away and leaning down to grasp your upper arms, and bring you back up while kicking off his pants and boxers fast as he could, making you giggle at how strained he sounded. 

“Get out of those clothes.” He instructed as he reached in the shower to start the water and stumbled in. You were tugging your pants off, and getting ready as you heard him swear in the shower. “Fucking water.” You open the curtain to see him drenched already, trying to wiggle the knobs to the proper temperature. 

“Well why did you already get in Mike?” you ask, putting your hand in the water to make sure it wasn't too cold, when he reached out to wrap an arm around your waist and drag you in with him making you squeal as the water was still adjusting to temperature. Mike backed you up against the showers wall, his hands rubbing your hips while kissing your lips with a hunger that made your head spin, and your hands grasped the back of his neck and head to hold on. 

Pulling away from your mouth, and working his lips against your neck, you tilted your head back into the stream to feel the warmth wash over your sore body twitch a groan. The hot water had already started to fog up the small space. “I was hoping the cold water would cool me off, I want…” Lap of his tongue moved over your jawline. “... to be…” his hand swept down your stomach and cupped your mound between your clenched thighs to stroke your folds. “... inside you when I cum.”

You pulled away a bit to look at him, biting at your lip which caused his eyes to drop down too, wanting to pull at it because of the way you teased yourself . But your words brought him back to you. “It really doesn't bother you Mike? That I'm on my period?” That bit of self doubt starting to come back to the front of your mind, bringing along guilt that maybe he didn’t enjoy this like you did.

He gave a roll of his eyes and nipped at your lips, sliding his tongue over that bottom lip before pulling it from your teasing teeth, laying his own mark on you to cover your bite from before. “We’ve done this many times Baby. Only boys would care about such a thing, good thing I’m not a boy.” He surged to claim all your senses, his fingers spreading your folds to start touching you in a way that would drive you crazy. 

You kareened when you felt his fingers start to tease you, his hand planting on the wall as his upper body leaned in closer, eyes staring into yours while rubbing from your clit to your entrance, watching as your breathing picked up and your eyes turned into a needing glaze. “Ahh, just like that, huh baby. Fuck I love how sensitive you get during this time.” He wasn't wrong, everything felt amplified, his fingers felt thicker as he started to pump one into you, your core was hotter, your arousal seeping down your thigh to mix with the hot water. 

It wasn't long till your thighs were spreading further for him, and you rocked slightly to meet his fingers plunging back into you, his strokes making you clench tightly around him, as well as grasp his biceps to keep yourself from losing your balance. Mike loved watching your jaw drop as you were fluttering around his thick fingers, sobbing out when Mike twisted his palm slightly to grind the heel of his hand against your clit. “Mike! Oh too much.” you tried pushing him away while moving your hips faster, but he was too solid and was driven to have you come all on his palm. Mike nudged his nose against your jaw to tip your head back, licking the running water  streaming down your neck with a low timbre voice making his demands. “Come on baby, this is just the first one.” 

Just the first one. Fuck

You dug in your fingers while you rode out your orgasm that crashed over you, Mike slowing his pumps down so you could come down from your high, tilting his head to give you an open mouthed kiss. And he started again to bring you up, his fingers sliding in your sensitive pussy, his thumb sweeping around your clit slowly. “Mike,” you whined softly against his mouth, your forehead pressed against his. His fingers knew just where to touch you. He was able to go much deeper than your own fingers could ever reach. Mike thrummed you again, nudging his nose against yours to have you focus on him. “You're going to come for me once more Pretty Girl, I love how you flood my hand, riding my fingers with that greedy pussy of yours.” His tongue licked over your lips, and greedily you sucked on his tongue rocking harder to meet his fingers faster. Your second orgasm is coming fast, as sensitive as you were. “Ahhh good girl, I'm going to add another cause you're taking me so well.” Mike bit at your lip teasing as your eyes widened, a third finger stretched you, and he smirked, still holding your gaze. “Squeezing so tight baby, you should make yourself cum now Babe.” 

You started falling apart once more and Mike let his chest press against yours and your arms locked around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as he feathered kisses up and down your neck. “Did I tell you yet I love you?” His erection pressed against your stomach, still hard and demanding as when your mouth had been wrapped around it and you rubbed yourself against it, purring in his ear. “Show me Mike.” Your toes curled as remains of your orgasm raced up your spine, any pain you had been in before was replaced with fluttering clenching muscles, and languid pleasure seeping in your system. 

Mike's hands fell to the back of your thighs, and he slipped your legs up to swing around his waist, and position yourself to take him. “I'm glad you finally accepted this suggestion.” Mike let go of your thighs once you were holding onto him, and he pressed his cock through your folds, feeling your wet heat welcoming to accept him. You nodded in a rush, blinking out the water pelting over you. 

“Yes, Fuck Mike you feel so good, its driving me insane.” You tried pressing yourself on him, and when he pressed in against your sensitive channel, clenching around him as he worked himself into your pussy. “Yes, oh yes.” stiffening against him when he thrusted to bury himself in, rutting against you to make you cry out as he started slow, letting you appreciate the hard drag through you. It wasn’t long though when Mike started to pound himself into you, and your bouncing breasts moved in his face. He freed a hand to massage them, almost on the verge of a blissed pain how his teeth sucked in the curve, and the lash of his tongue dragging over your pebbled flesh till he could pull on it. Stretch the nerves to quiver and mess with your rational thought, till all you could focus on his mouth, hot and wetter then even the steam of water pouring from above, the feeling of Mike's cock driving in harder and harder, sure that you felt him almost kiss your womb, fighting the urge to cum already. Your hands scrambled for purchase against his back, which clenched under your nails digging in, flexing and tightening with each pounding thrust trying to lay claim to your orgasm. 

“I can feel you, you want to, your body is trying to.” He moaned into your breasts his face was buried against, his scruff rough between your cleavage. You back bounced off the tile of the bathroom wall at these words, you wanted to deny him, keep feeling him driving back the pain, and keeping you on the edge of pleasure. But it was all so overwhelming, and you caved, cumming again to flood his cock with your arousal, clenching around him. “God your so fucking tight around me. Trying to get me to cum in you.” Mike grunted, and you just squeezed him more, wanting it, so badly to feel filled with him. 

“Course I want it, don't you dare pull out.” You cried, flexing around him again as his balls slapped against you and you tighten your legs around him to keep him with you. His grunts became more feral, his tongue marking your skin while he chased water droplets like a man dying of thirst, and you saw nothing but sparks filled your vision while he groaned into your ear that he too was close. You whined as you gave one last demanding squeeze, your own demand that he fill you, which he did. Happily shooting himself to fill you, spreading himself deeper and both of you ended blissed around each other

You lean into him, taking deep breaths against his shoulder while his arm slings around your waist. “Okay, I got you babes. We really do need to get a mat for this tub though. Almost slipped a few times.” You giggle into his neck before straightening, unlocking your legs from around his waist to lower to a stand, careful cause it was slippery. Reaching down, you flick the water back to the facet, and Mike cranks both the knobs off, the last of the water rushing down the drain. Pulling back the curtain, Mike stepped out, and grabbed the last towel on the counter and handed it to you, which after you two stepped out you started rubbing your body down to dry. 

He grasped the one you had used for your knees earlier, rubbing it over his head, and whisking across his body, but he was done quick and had yanked on his boxers. You immediately reached down and grabbed his tee from earlier, slipping it on and went to the counter to brush out your hair before it dried in a mess. Knowing you would come out when you were ready, Mike went and stretched out on the bed, leaning against the headboard and flicked on the tv, flipping channels until you came out all dressed for a day in bed. Moving around the bed, you tumbled into your side of the mattress. 

You curl up against Mike's side, and he hands the remote over so his arm can circle around your shoulders and let his fingertips brush along the soft part of your upper arm. “Feeling any better Babes?” He tilted his head to look down at you while you focused on the tv, and you hummed, tilting up to put a thank you on his lips. “Much, all relaxed and sated, thank you Handsome.” Mike couldn't deny that made his chest swell a bit, proud and pleased his girl was now feeling better. He dropped a kiss to the top of your head as you finally stopped at the beginning of Con Air. 

“Nicholas Cage?” Mike mused as he looked up, and you tugged the blankets over the two of you while you twisted, leaning your back against Mike's chest, and your head on his shoulder. 

“Damn straight Mike, Cage, Malkovich, and Buscemi? Doesn't get better.” your love of 90’s movies didn't bypass Mike, so he wasn't surprised. It didn't take long though till you had passed out, within the first 15 minutes of it, and Mike stayed for a while before it was apparent you were really passed out. He eased away, and shifted you enough so you were comfy against the pillows. Going to put his clothes back on, he looked in the shower and went under the sink looking for a quick spray to wipe down the shower with. Running a cloth over the wall, and using the shower head, he rinsed away any bloody traces that might have been left behind. Mike didn't want you happening across it, and having to deal with it yourself. Once he was satisfied, he took care of everything and flicked the lights off to go back in the room, seeing you still sound asleep and relaxed.

Mike went over to your side of the bed to grab the heating pad you discarded earlier and put it on low. Laying it against your lower back as you rolled to hug a pillow against your chest. Snapping the blankets up around you as he started to leave the room, he turned the tv down a few notches, and eased the door almost to a shut. 

Mike knew he probably should work on his script, you were right earlier that Brian would be wanting to see it soon, but he bypassed his computer. Grabbing his wallet and phone, he stuffed them in his back pocket. At the kitchen counter he scribbled a quick note, should you wake up. He didn't want to set your phone off and wake you up by sending a message to it. ~went to go pick up that water, message if you need anything baby. XO Mike.~ 

Leaving the apartment, when he hit the street his hands found their way into his pockets, and he whistled happily. Sure he might have gotten jack shit done for work so far, but he spent his morning loving on his girl, and if that isn't life goals, damned if Mike knew what would actually be better. Reaching the local shop the two of you used near the apartment. The door’s bell jingled when he pushed it open, the clerk lifting her head to see who was coming in and gave a grin seeing him. “Hey Mike, wondering if I was seeing you today.” 

Mike grabbed a hand basket, winking at the clerk. “Of course MissThompson, my day wouldn't be complete without you.” he flirted with the older woman, making her chuckle a bit as he went down the first aisle. He grabbed a few things you two typically needed, a loaf of that specialty bread for toast that you liked, a tin of bbq pringles he liked snacking on when watching a game, a bar of chocolate you swore up and down you required during this time, he was also sure to grab a couple gallons of water to bring home. Wandering back towards the counter, Miss Thompson cleared her newspaper off the counter for him to set his stuff down. 

“Did you see the fall stuff Mike? I think Y/N would really like them.” She pointed at a small display table nearby, which was covered with a few pumpkin trinkets, some homemade baked goods, and candles. Mike wandered over, and started picking through the items. “She would like them wouldn't she, and she's been having a rough day.” He mused outloud and Miss Thompson tutted in sympathy. Glancing over the stuff, he picked up a few different candle holders, a box of autumn tinted macaroons, and some pumpkin pastries that he knew would remind you of home. Bringing it up to the counter, Miss Thompson gave an approving smile and was quick to ring it up for Mike. “I think she’s gonna appreciate it all.” 

“She does love fall, always going on about home this time of year.” Mike stated as he took out his card and gave it a swipe, his stuff was bagged, and he juggled the bag in one arm and the water in the other. “Probably see you tomorrow.” 

“You know I will be here.” Miss Thompson offered as Mike worked the door open, and headed home. Once he arrived back at the apartment, he was quiet while slipping off his sneakers, and dropping off his arm loads at the kitchen counter where his note went untouched. Scooping it up and crumpling to shoot into the basket, he paused long enough to make sure he made it, giving a fist pump when it landed inside. Quietly he went down the hall, and pushed the door open a bit to see you were still sleeping. You looked soft in your sleep, relaxed and peaceful. You had rolled once more in your sleep, your arm holding the heating pad to your stomach. 

Leaving you in peace, he went back out to take care of what he purchased, sure to put one of the jugs of water in the fridge. Then he spread the ornaments around the coffee table, and set the desserts out on a tray, leaving them on the coffee table as well. Thinking about what else he could do to surprise you, he left the apartment once more to go down to the storage unit in the basement of the apartment complex, just knowing you had to have some of your treasured halloween decorations, stored away in a bright orange bin with a jack o'lantern drawn on the front. Once he saw the tote and pulled it down, he popped it open to double check, and sure enough you had it packed with lights, halloween trinkets, more candle holders, and foam pumpkins. Securing the lid, he brought it up to the apartment, and set it down. 

Unpopping the top, he started to pull out the lights, and untangle them. Looking around at just where to hang them, already he was picturing how you had it set up last year, and grinned to himself, knowing exactly how he wanted it to look for you. 

Several hours later, you stretched out with a yawn, turning to grab your phone and see it was later in the afternoon. Pushing up to a sit and rubbing at your eyes as you push off the bed, You headed to use the bathroom. Once finished, You came out several moments later, now sporting shorts and a warm sweater just looking for the coziness of the soft material. You pulled your hands into the sleeves, grasping the cuffs in your fingertips to play with the soft material while you left the bedroom. Before you even entered the kitchen, you could hear the clickity clack of Mike's keys on his laptop, and you smiled to yourself. From the rate the keys were clicking, he must have figured out a storyline. 

Stepping into the kitchen, you stalled as your eyes roamed over the orange and purple lit up apartment, Mike had hung up your halloween lights around the tv, and living room, along the counter and bookshelves were orange pumpkins glowing, one corner by the door was a scarecrow and your foam pumpkins, like it was the front porch you didn't have yet. On the TV was paused on a Harry Potter movie, and you took a step further into the room, hovering your hand over one of the candle light holders, enjoying the heat for a second before moving on. “Mike, this is… wow, I didn't think you really cared if I decorated or not.” 

Hearing you he spun his chair away from his laptop, holding his hand out and when you went to him, he tugged you into his lap, circling around your waist. “I wanted you to wake up to something I knew you loved. Plus you've been too busy at work to decorate.” He kissed your shoulder and rested his chin on it while you slid your fingers gently up and down the back of his neck. 

“You are right Mike, I do love it, Thank You.” you hummed lightly and wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a hug, pulling in close. “And all those new pumpkins? Where did they come from?” You slid off his lap and went to go look closer at the new additions, tweaking them just a bit to put them where you wanted them, biting your lip excitedly. Mike was sure to save his work, and closed the laptop. Following you into the living room, he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Miss Thompson insisted you would like them. Want me to throw a pizza in the oven and we crash on the couch to watch a few halloween movies?” 

You twisted in his arms, and grasped his face, tilting up to kiss his lips with a teasing nip. “Yes, please. Anything I can do to help?” you fall back to the flat of your feet, and Mike leads you into the kitchen. “Bring us a couple drinks out to the living room, and as soon as I get this in the oven, I will be out to join you.” You grab a couple beers from the fridge, and make your way while Mike is turning on the oven and flipping the box to read the directions to himself. Entering the living room once more, you set the beers on a couple coasters, and fall onto the couch. In front of you were all sorts of sweet treats. You leaned forward, grabbing a pie when your empty stomach started to rumble, your teeth sank into the delicate pastry as you leaned your head back, moaning softly at the flaked crust and sweet filling with the taste of pumpkin, nutmeg, cinnamon and allspice. The spices tickle your taste buds, and the sweetness soothed it away. 

Mike came around the back of the couch, seeing you slowly chewing and giving that satisfied moan, moving to fall down next to you, arching a brow. “That better than the shower?” he teased you, and your eyes sprang open, shaking your head. 

“This just tastes good.” You grinned as you leaned forward to set it down and moved to straddle his lap, dipping for kisses against his lips, where your tongue slid along the seam of his lips till you could work past them, rolling your tongue against his, and he was caught unaware at how you would taste. A mix of your usual sweetness and the desert danced on his tongue, and his hands moved to grasp the back of your hair, to hold you in place, effectively take your kiss as his own. “You taste and feel good.” you pulled enough away to say before he closed the slight space to claim you all over again, strokes of his tongue teasing you.

Your hips started grinding, shifting yourself enough to straddle just one of his thighs while your hands slid along his shoulders, and you started to arch a bit more, a bit faster, harder as you pushed down. Mike's hands fell to your hips, helping you along by guiding you up and down. He pushed forward a bit to draw himself in closer, pulling his mouth from yours and muttering. “That's it pretty girl, make yourself cum again.” you nodded slightly and he pulled you down on his flexing thigh, making you toss your head back when it made your clit throb and your breathing come out in a rush. “Again Sir…” 

“Sir?” Mike pulled back, his blue eyes twinkling at you while he watched you pick up speed, chasing your end. Your fingers curled, clutching at his shirt and digging into his shoulders. 

“It slipped out Mike, I'm so close now.” your voice high pitched whine. You needed that rush, so close that you could taste that pleasure almost. Your movements started stuttering as your own muscles ached and Mike was quick to take over, picking up the speed you had before and you started chanting. “Yes, yesyesyesyes, fuck please.” 

One of Mikes hands snaked up to grasp the back of your head, tilting your head back and he pressed his face against your neck, chaining kisses and nips while whispering. “Come on Pretty Girl, I need you to come now.” Behind you the oven started alarming and the sense of urgency overcame you, to just rock on his thigh, your knee brushing against his hard on in his pants, and you were cumming for him, whimpering as you rode it out and you went slack, Mike loosening his hard grips and rubbing your back as he slid you off his thigh. “I gotta go check that pizza.” 

You nodded as he pushed off the couch, grabbing at his crotch to try and give himself some room, making you hide your face on the couch and giggle. You heard the squeak of the oven door and a soft “Shit” from Mike as a clang of a pizza pan went on top of the stove. “Babe, it's a bit crispy, but not terrible.” You wriggled to pull yourself up to kneel on the couch, leaning against the back to watch him in the kitchen look for the pizza cutter in a drawer. 

“Not a big deal. Crispy pizza is worth that orgasm.” You couldn't hide the grin as Mike was quick to slice the pizza into slices, and slide a couple on each plate while grasping the paper towels to tuck under his arm. 

“You can start the movie, and fuck you were about to make me blow my load in my jeans watching you. And that ‘Sir’? We still have to discuss that.” He sauntered back into the living room, while you were searching for the remote on the coffee table. Sure to hit play, he waited till you were comfy, and set your plate on your lap. You grasp the first piece, working on taking the crust off and rip off a bite size piece. Your eyes went from the screen to Mike. 

“It just… happened in the moment Mike. Why, did you like it?” You popped your bite in your mouth, and Mike tilted his head, pondering it a moment. 

“You caught me by surprise, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again.” He stated, and you grinned, wiggling brows. 

“Just wait till the day I call you Daddy.” 

Mike groaned, tilting his head back against the couch with a groan. “Your gonna be the death of me Y/N.” 

You snorted while tucking up your legs, and smirking at him. “I can think of worst ways to go.” 

You cuddled up closer, laughing before you took another bite of your food, and Mike pulled you in closer, both of you turning your attention to the movie for the rest of the evening. 

[katherinewilliams221b]

For A Greater Good Fun Facts and Self Assesment (spoilers)

Long Post

What worked and what didn’t:

I think the overall structure worked pretty well. The most difficult part was, with the plot and subplot already created, scattering all those ideas throughout the text in such a way that at least made some sense. I regret not writing more about Mer Yankelevich, I feel like the crumbs I left on the way were not enough; in my attempt to make it subtle it lacked information about her. The key piece was of course her sister, and I should have introduced her sooner.

MC’s evolution. I feel like Kate’s learnt a lot with this experience (I’m not only referring to the Deathly Hallows or Grindelwald) When it started, she was very discreet and kept a low profile, not knowing what to do really, not taking more risks than necessary. And then she ended poisoned and splinching just to protect a document she thought was important. I hope her evolution is noticeable for the reader.

Worldbuilding. Grabbing HP concepts that were forgotten and full of potential, plus a dash of original ideas from me and blending them with muggle features was my absolute favourite part of the process.

On that note, I dont own these concepts: Durmstrang, Igor Karkarov, Nerida Vulchanova, umbrella flowers, fanged geraniums, billywigs, Appare Vestigium, glow-worms, trick wand, chamaleon ghouls, 

If you’ve read the fic and thought: “everything happened so fast” or got a general odd feeling about the timeline it's because I made a series of  monumental mistakes: setting a chapter limit, telling you about it and then tried to stick to it.  At first the idea sounded nice: this is my first “big” story  with complicated components. I should (and I did) do an outline of what I want to happen in each chapter and stick to it methodically so I don't forget what's happening or lose track of the plot. Well...it kind of backfired. So I wrote the first 3 chapters and at that point I thought “okay everything is going as planned, I’m going to put it out there”, bam, instantly cursed. After that it got ridiculously difficult to make the story that I wanted. Why? I needed chapter space that I convinced myself I couldn’t add. Dumb.

The major consequence of this was the lack of character backgrounds. It started out good, but as I kept writing and publishing I realised that I missed some great opportunities to make amazing ocs. That’s Corentin’s fault in a way: he wasn't going to be a major character, really, just a piece to help Kate a bit. But we all fell in love with him so what was I supposed to do? Also, Sheyi Mawut owns my heart and he got just a bit of spotlight. A shame.

I wish I had written more about them, but I think I wasn’t ready just yet to make it even more complicated.I just wanted to prove I could concoct a mystery plot and now that I know I can manage a fair amount of information I think I can take it a step further and deepen new ocs a little bit more.

I’m thinking about the datura series and I know why I got blocked and tired of writing it; it wasnt going anywhere because I wasnt prepared, and I didn’t do the months of outlines and planning that I did with this one. I’ll come back to the datura story one day, subjecting it to a sever rewrite. The ideas are there, I just need to be organised.

Although the chapter limit was problematic it was also a good exercise of managing space and deciding which things were unnecessary for the story. I dont think there’s any filler chapters, perhaps the last ones, but there is important information there too so... However this sentence  from the blog  wordsandstuff reassured me (and I think I did a good job at that?)

If you set out to write 10 parts and you write a fantastic story in 8, you haven’t failed and it’s not too rushed. Concise writing is an underrated talent. Focus on how effectively you engage the reader, not for how long.

I spent more than year writing this! When I started, I had a lot of ideas, I wrote the last two chapters then the first 3 and I really thought it was going to be that way with the rest of the story... okay... lesson learnt. #humbled

Other thoughts:

I received a couple of comments on ao3 that said that they were pleasantly surprised. Maybe I should change the tags because they are misleading? Clearly this wasnt what people were looking for lol.

One particular comment stood out to me and quoting it said:  “You did not choose the easy way with a fiction with so few characters from the fandom.”  And I’ve been thinking about this since I read it. It didn’t occur to me that there were few mystery fics (maybe I should write more things like that? Maybe throwing some power couple detective work 👀 ) In any case, I’m glad  I contributed with something different to the fandom, and the fact that the Charlie bits are very scarce but people who read it still liked it is really flattering.

I wanted to make sure that all the characters had strengths and flaws, I didnt want to severus-snape them so maybe I overdid it with that bit of introspection kate does at the end...

Also, I did the kiss and fade thing twice to mention sex. I know some people dont like that but since it wasnt the point of the story and I havent done research on how to write sex scenes I didnt include them. I have that on my “to learn” list.

Conclusions:

Writing the whole thing was incredible. It's my first ‘big’ project and its not a great work (there are some things I wish I did better, thats what you get when you are an agatha christie wannabe) and not writing more character backgrounds will haunt me to this day,  but I think it's at least good for a first series and I’m proud of it. I loved spending hours doing research and trying to piece together this puzzle. And of course I’m not an expert and I dont want to sound pretentious (like this is my first story) but if you are planning to write this type of genre I can be another source of tips and tricks for you.

If I read the story after a while and I dont cringe, I would call that a success.

FUN? FACTS!

Bakunawa really belongs to Filippines mythology

Snapdragons have different meanings, one of them being: “grace under pressure or inner strength in trying circumstances”

The entrance to Grindelwald’s room was going to be in the duelling classroom, strangely shaped as a triangle. I had this system where one of the round candle lamps descended and lined up with a line on the floor (serving as separation for duels) it created the Deathly Hallows symbol. I couldn’t make that work because it wouldn't make any sense for Nerida Vulchanova to shape a room like that.  Here are some sketches:

Lucius Malfoy was going to appear as the Ministry employee that goes to Durmstrang, but after revising the events of the OoP I realised it was impossible.

Kent Jorgensen was going to be around Kate’s age and the charms teacher and he would have a small crush on her. After seeing some pics of Pen Medina, I rewrote the character completely.

The series was going to be 6 chapters long (I’m glad I decided not to) one for each month. The chapter names were ridiculous: January of Beginnings, February of reputation, March of Students, April of Discoveries, May I? and June of Endings. #tragic

The Dolohov family was going to be a part of the plot but I had to erase that part because it was unlocking another layer of complexity that I just couldnt handle.

I dont remember exactly the chapter but I got really confused with the names Rhode and Hodges and there’s one chapter where I accidentally mixed them (I corrected it I think), but for a while I could stop calling Rhode, Hodges, and vice versa lmao

Here are some sketches that helped me describe and imagine things

Thank you for accompany me in this journey, especially if you endured the process with me lmao. You’ve been here for over A YEAR! <3 Mindblowing

Also I’d love to know your opinions about the way you read the story, I mean, I know some people read it as I published, and some other readers found the story already finished, what are the differences? Should I stop the updating system and drop a story all at once? I know it is difficult to keep up with a complex story if there’s a lot of weekly or monthly gaps between the chapters, so I wanted to know.

Sending you a virtual hug 💜💜

[levinneheart]

I'm the tanaka request! o.o I didnt see the other prompt lists! it's from prompt 1 and I'd love a fluffy scenario?? but if you add a little angst to make me suffer i wouldn't be opposed to it thank you bbyyy

❝ heeeey!! i looove your writing!!! it makes me go fnfjkdksnaj idk if you're taking requests but if you are can i ask for 13 + 28 with Tanaka? my boy needs some loveeee thank youuuu ❞ — requested by anon

ASDFGHJKL! Thank you for my first request and for requesting this bby, anon! I’m so sorry this took so long! This was supposed to be a headcanon but it ended up getting super long so I decided it’ll be a scenario. Glad you enjoy my writing, hope I did him justice here 👉👈 Also, I left the ending up to you! Tehehe. N e wayz... Happy reading!~ (Fun fact: I was this 🤏 close to turning this into a fully angst story but I held back hahahaha). Love from Levinne

Uno

requested on: 26-27th of July 2020

finished on: 31st of July 2020 (around 9pm)

➳ Pairing: Tanaka Ryuunosuke x F!Reader (ft. Shimizu Kiyoko)

➳ Synopsis: u·no(adj.) — one in spanish

➳ Genre: Fluff, Angst, First Kiss, Pinning, Scenario

➳ Prompt: 13 ‘Wait! Please don’t pull away... not yet’ + 28 ‘You were my first kiss’ from prompt 1

➳ Word count: 1k+

➳ Warnings: Slight angst, slight manga spoiler if you squint

➳ Playlist: Both Of Us by B.oB. (ft. Taylor Swift), Just A Dream by Nelly (Sam Tsui Cover), Just Give Me A Reason by P!nk (ft. Nate Ruess), Sad Song by We The Kings (ft. Elena Coats) that inspired this scenario!

They first met and became childhood friends because both of their representative parents were close to each other since college but unlike their older siblings, Saeko and (r/n)... (y/n) and Ryuunosuke weren’t exactly friends.

They were more like... acquaintances who went to each other’s houses to celebrate a relatives’ bday or some special occasion that their parents dragged them to.

(Y/n) always meet Ryuunosuke with your mother and vice versa, but when they do encounter each other... she’ll politely nod her head to greet him whilst he awkwardly waves a hand in response.

Until one day on Saeko’s birthday, (y/n) and Ryuunosuke were partnered up by the game host on a game called: newspaper dance. Wherein players are grouped into pairs and given a page of a newspaper. The players dance around the paper until the music stops wherein they have to stand on the paper and remain so until the music starts again. As the game progresses, the paper is folded in half for each round and each pair must make ways to pass each round. A pair which steps out of the paper is eliminated and the last team standing wins.

The competition was steep since there’s only two pairs left: them and a pair of their siblings’ friends – they were surprisingly winning by a hair, it was also unexpectedly easy to adjust and cooperate with Ryuunosuke.

On the next turn, the newspaper was folded to a one-fourth sized intermediate paper, causing them to struggle with putting both of their feet on the paper and keeping their balance — the adrenaline was now high and the pressure was on as the game host and everybody else started counting down.

In her panicked self, (y/n) boldly asked Ryuunosuke if she could carry him and when he nodded — she immediately put one leg on her hip and wrapped her arms under his butt before carrying him as she tipped over the small folded newspaper.

She couldn’t see the other pair in her position but she focused on the task at hand, quite literally. After what felt like eternity to her was actually just five minutes. “You can put me down now.” He said, tapping her shoulder as (y/n) slowly crouched down and settled him on the ground.

They were obviously announced as winners!

After that incident, they started talking more. Ryuu began changing to a loud extrovert before shaving his beautiful blond hair off, although (y/n) liked his hair - if he preferred it shaved then she’ll respect his decision.

It wasn’t until middle school that they became tight knit like surrogate siblings! These days are when Ryuu became hot-headed and prone to fights while (y/n) was the one who kept him in line and helped him study, especially when he needed a high score to continue playing in the volleyball club.

They were now on the middle school graduation, (y/n) actually managed to help Ryuu pass and graduate with her help. He knows she know that he’s indebted to her so after the ceremony, Ryuu approached her and asked if he could do anything to make it up to her since she was always so patient with him.

“Ice cream and a hug.” She answered.

His eyes widen in disbelief. “That’s all?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll give you a hug after the ceremony on the after party.”

“There’s an after party?”

“Yeah, at our house with our families.”

“Of course.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Ryuu chuckled. “But we’re not attending.”

(Y/n) looked at his smirking face with a smirk of her own, thus forming a plan that only them could think of. It would surely bring chaos to the after party and to their families because they won’t know what hit them.

In the graduation ceremony, they went up to their friends and made small talk before taking a bunch of pictures with them and their families. It was a heartwarming and fun experience to everybody who graduated and attended. However, on the way to Ryuu’s house, they started chatting with each other on their phones and internally snickering to themselves in the backseat of their parents’ cars as they went through their plan once again.

Once they arrive at their destination, the plan commences. (Y/n) approach her parents and asked if she could have a sleepover with Ryuu after the after party as she removed her graduation gown and handed it to her mother before informing them, she’ll ask Saeko if she could borrow some of her old clothes so that they won’t have to worry about that. (Yer mother’s name) told her if she behaves then she could, to which (y/n) eagerly agrees on.

Stage one of the plan was a success! Now, stage two is to borrow clothes which was the easiest of the plan since when Saeko heard little (y/n) was staying the night, she immediately gave her old clothes that didn’t fit her anymore. Next is the tricky part... stage three. They worked fast and diligently as they started by taking pieces of food, one by one so no one would noticed and that was also a success. Stage four is to escape unnoticed from the after party which went without any hitch. And lastly, stage five: locking themselves in Ryuu’s room and having their own little party.

Ryuu went out of his room to buy you ice cream and got seen by his sister as everyone was looking everywhere for you guys. He went back out of breath, locking the door behind him and giving her the vanilla flavored ice cream before joining her on his bed. His door banged multiple times as they sat inside hysterically laughing before it got unlocked with its own keys.

(Y/n) would look back on those good memories as they now looked at each other, knowing that they soon had to parted ways in high school.

“I never had that hug back then, Uno.” She stated with a wry smile as she sadly watched her parents pack their belongings and place it on the trunk of their car.

Ryuu rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh yeah... I forgot.” He awkwardly admitted.

“(Y/n), say your goodbyes to Ryuu-kun. We’ll be waiting in the car.” Her parents informed her before leaving the two alone.

“Last hug before I never see you again?”

His heart broke when he saw tears flowing down from her eyes and he couldn’t help but cry himself. He opened his arms, widely as she immediately tackled him into a hug. “Shh. We can still talk to each other and maybe someday.. we’ll be reunited. You never know, (nickname)...”

“Really..?” She pulled away slightly to look up at him before hearing her parents called out to her. “I have to go—”

“Wait! Please don’t pull away... not yet.” Ryuu glanced at her eyes then her mouth before looking at her with red tinted cheeks.

(Y/n) leaned closer to him while he closed their distance as their lips met for a quick yet soft kiss before parting shortly. “This is my promise to you, (n/n)... we will see each other again.”

“It’s a deal, Uno.” She replies before getting inside of her parents’ car, feeling giddy and shocked from her first kiss.

They continued to text one another, sometimes he would send pictures of his volleyball team, although Ryuu went to Karasuno while she went to Inarizaki.

She would take on the role of being their manager as she thought it would bring them together someday and it did... in the worst way possible.

(Y/n)’s heart shattered as she saw Ryuu talking to a pretty girl with black shoulder length hair and glasses before letting him carry her bag for her. She took a picture and texted him.

[patrocool]

i.

It was early morning in Financial District. Commuters bustled around the siblings as they exited the subway station onto William Street. The pair stopped abruptly in front of the shop just outside of the station, much to the dismay of a woman behind them, who nearly ran into them with a curse.

Sarah Jacobs had worked hard to get to this point. And damn it, she was proud of herself. Sure, it didnt look like a lot right now- a tiny little hole in the wall right next to the entrance to the A and C train that was probably about the size of her bedroom in her tiny Manhattan apartment- but it was hers and she was proud to own the place.

Davey held up the key with a soft smile. "Planning on going in any time soon?" He asked lightly. She grinned as she took the key from his fingers and unlocked the door, stepping in. It was musty, dusty, dirty, and a bit stuffy, but none of that mattered. What mattered was what it was going to look tomorrow, and then the next day, and the day after that.

She clapped her hands together and set down her bag of cleaning supplies. "We've got a lot of work to do, Davey!"

ii.

Davey carefully placed the finishing touches on the flowers in stock, making them look nice in their holders. He stepped back, hands on his hips, and smiled. He turned to watch his sister as she carefully wrote the last few things on her chalkboard behind the counter.

The store looked perfect. Picturesque, to the point where Davey wouldnt be surprised if photographers came in looking for the perfect picture. Sarah set down her chalk and brushed her fingers off on her apron. She turned, nervously brushing stray hairs behind her ears, and straightening her light blue blouse. "Hows it look, David?"

He gave her two thumbs up. "It looks like a hipster's wet dream," he promised her teasingly.

She laughed and threw a rag at him. "You're such an ass, get out of my store with your gross face! You're gonna be late for class."

He snickered and leaned over the counter to grab his bag. "I'll turn on the open sign and unlock the door on my way out. If I dont, you probably never will."

As he left, he saw a young woman hesitating outside, looking curious. He held the door open. "Going in?" He asked.

She shook her head and hurried away down the street. He shrugged and headed to class. Sarah would have customers soon enough.

iii.

After the fourth day of trying to peek in the flower shop to and from class, Katherine Plumber finally gave in and slipped inside. A soft ring of the bell alerted the quiet shop, and she looked around in awe. Exposed brick on one wall, plants in baskets hung from the ceiling, fairy lights strung across the walls. Beautiful displays of potted plants and cut flowers alike. A chalkboard hung behind the counter listed prices and deals and specials, and then the most beautiful woman Katherine had ever laid eyes on came out of the back room, smiling brightly at the sight of a customer.

Dark hair in loose curls that reached her ribs, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light, circle frame glasses perched on her nose. She wore a yellow turtleneck and high waisted mom jeans with scuffed converse, and a well worn apron. On her apron, someone stitched in the name "Sarah" with blue thread.

"Can I help you with anything?" The shopkeeper asked her cheerfully, and Katherine never felt more out of place.

"Just- just looking," she stammered awkwardly. She tugged at the sleeves of her leather jacket, glancing down at the pins and patches adorning it and hoping there wasnt anything that the sweet shopkeeper would take the wrong way. Usually, she didnt care if other people didnt like her opinions, but damn it, the girl was pretty as all get out, and her big ass "punch nazis in the face" patch on her back didnt really fit with the whole soft flower shop vibe.

She bit her lip, looking at the plants and trying not to stare at the girl. She focused on the many different colors of roses instead.

"'Fuck Cops'- now that's a sentiment I can get behind," the girl said, but she was so much closer this time, and Katherine jumped at the sudden noise.

Katherine blinked slowly. "Oh, uh. Yeah," she said, and laughed a little, internally cringing. God, she sounded like an idiot.

She giggled. "Sorry, I'm just excited to see a customer. I havent had a lot so far, I just opened a couple days ago."

"I know," Katherine said quickly, and quickly winced when the girl cocked a brow. "Sorry, no, I meant, I know you opened a couple days ago, I take the A train to school every day, so."

She snorted and nodded. "I see, a bit less creepy when you put it like that," she said teasingly. She held out a hand to shake. "I'm Sarah. Welcome to Newspaper Row Flowers."

"Katherine," she replied, shaking her hand. She smiled a bit. "You know Newspaper Row was actually over on Park Row, right? Next to City Hall?"

Sarah laughed, cheeks pink. "Oh, I know. It's because my great grandmother used to own a flower shop over next to the old Tribune building on Park Row, and that's what she called it. She lost her shop in the Depression though, and died when I was young, and it was my mom's dream to open a flower shop in her honor. She never managed to, and uh. Well, she died too, a couple years ago, so I did it."

Katherine's heart felt like it was melting in her chest. God, how could she already have so much affection for this girl she only just met? "I'm sorry for your loss. But you've really created something wonderful here, and I'm sure they would both be proud."

Sarah beamed, and Katherine would do anything to make her smile like that again.

iv.

"And so Davey's like 'what the fuck', and Les is like 'who is this guy' and Jack is straddling the windowsill, looking at us like he expects my dad to get a gun, and finally, Dad is like 'hes not Catholic, is he?' And poor Davey is like 'no, pa', and for some godforsaken reason, Mom assumes that means hes Jewish. And knowing he doesnt have a family, immediately invites- and by invites, I mean loosely intimidated- Jack to come celebrate all holidays with us. And so now, instead of breaking it to Mom that Jack isnt religious, Davey just let's them believe it. Cause I mean, they're pretty fine with the whole gay thing, but god forbid we be romantically involved with someone who isnt Jewish." Sarah finished explaining with a laugh and roll of her eyes. "So yeah, that's why Jack is here fucking around with a dreidel even though Hanukkah has passed. Hes convinced that theres a secret trick to it that he has to master by next year."

Jack looked up and pouted sourly in her direction. "We all know Davey cant be that good based on luck alone!" He said for the thousandth time.

Katherine laughed, elbows on the counter. Her red curls were pulled back in a ponytail and she had her signature leather jacket on. "Sounds like your family is a real fun bunch. Ironically, my dad is the exact opposite, he doesn't care if I dont marry into a Jewish family, but he very much cares if I marry a girl."

Sarah made a face. "Gross. He sounds like such an ass whenever you talk about him."

Katherine nodded. "Probably because he is," she said very seriously. And then the two erupted into giggles.

"Ew, go get a room," Jack complained.

"You're in my shop, Kelly!"

V.

"Sarah, I need your help with something." Katherine came in looking nervous, an expression Sarah rarely saw on her friend.

"Of course, anything, what do you need?" Sarah said immediately, abandoning the flowers she was making out of newspapers.

Katherine swallowed, pausing. Her fingers fidgeted with the necklace around her neck. "Um. Well. There's uh... there's this girl I really like. And she... she's just amazing, and I want to tell her that I really like her. And she loves flowers, so..."

Sarah smiled and cooed, even though her chest hurt an awful lot. "That's so-" heartbreaking? Disappointing? Sad? "-cute! Flowers are such a good way to express feelings. Do you want to do it through flower language or do you have specific flowers you want to do it with?"

Katherine bit her lip. "Well, I was hoping a bit of both, but I'm not sure what kind of flowers she likes, so I was hoping you'd help with that."

Sarah nodded. "Of course! Let's get to work, hm?"

In the end, the bouquet consisted of red carnations (admiration), gardenias ("you're lovely"), mistletoe ("kiss me"), and white violets ("let's take a chance on happiness"). Sarah very gently wrapped the stems in newspaper and tied it with some twine while Katherine wrote something on a card.

Katherine paid and took the bouquet from Sarah, carefully fixing the card in it. She stayed after the transaction, simply standing there and staring at the flowers in her arms.

"What are you waiting for? Go get your girl!" Sarah chastized with a laugh. She needed Katherine to leave so she could take an early lunch and cry a little.

"You're right," Katherine said. She took in a big breath and let it out slowly before jutting her arms out, offering the bouquet. "Here."

"What?" Sarah asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Did you change your mind or-"

"They're for you," Katherine said, staring at the wall. "Just- read the card?"

Sarah blinked slowly and took the bouquet carefully, and opened the card.

In it was written simply:

"I like you, Sarah. Have since I first came into your shop. And I'd like you even more if you went to dinner with me?"

Sarah very gently put the bouquet down on the counter. And then she kissed Katherine.

+1

A year and a half later, Sarah come home to find a bundle of myrtle at her place on the table. Instead of a string, there was a ring. Myrtle, the Hebrew emblem of marriage.

Katherine cleared her throat, smiling softly. "Your parents will have at least one kid who marries into a Jewish family. If-if you say yes, that is."

Sarah's eyes filled with tears. "How could I not?"

[accendimi]

Sometimes {Self Para}

Sometimes the past catches up. Sometimes one will continue to run from it.

Sarina never stayed in one place as long as she had in Swynlake. She had never recognized as much as she had and stayed.

She never caused as much destruction and stayed. But the fact was people had worked their way into her heart and Sarina had stayed.

She had stayed too long because infront of her door stood her eldest brother. Clad in all his brilliant favourite fucking blues.

"Go away Harrison." Sarina muttered walking around him and unlocking her door.

"Its not that easy to send me away sister do you realize how much time we've spent looking for you. How much we worry about you." Harrison had pushed his way in and Sarina wasnt even surprised. 

Her heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen grabbing herself a beer. She didnt care if it was 10 am here it was 5pm some where else and for the guilt trip that was about to be-

"We lost them too. We went through everything you went through but you weren't the one abandoned. We were. Not only did everyone lose their parents we lost our sister."

"Good for you." Sarina took a swig hoping up on the counter as she kicked her legs back and forth.

"How can you be so nonchalant. We miss you. We want you back. You could do so much good. Or you could just stay in contact." Harrison tried again walking closer.

All the recent thoughts. The recent nostalgia. The thought of the action figure she had safely tucked away in her room.

"Just come with me and we will figure it out. As a family. It's what Mom and Dad would have wanted." Harrison stated leaning against the counter. "Look I get it if you're still hurting. We are too but theres these really good family therapy sessions we can go to. And we settled in his town that is magic friendly. I have a wife and a kid. The twins are taller than you now. You're missing out on so much."

Sarina hummed at the thought before jumping off the counter. Her brother was too close and she wouldnt be blocked in by him.

"Good for you Harrison. Really good for you. But I'm not looking for any of that."

"You're not looking for a family?"

Sarina wasnt looking to be the one dropped before she could drop them.

"Look at me in the eyes. Tell me you dont want to help people. I asked around. Yeah some people called you a bitch. Some said you were nice."

Those some people were her people and that was all. She was nice to them because she wanted to be not because she had to be.

"You can't expect me to have to make a decision right now. Surely you arent trying to force my hand?" Sarina challenged with another swig of her drink. 

"Meet me at Hatters at 7. I'll have a decision for you then." Starting upstairs Sarina didnt wait to listen if he let himself out. He better let himself out.

Staring at her empty room Sarina glanced down the hall where Mike's stiff had been. 

A ghost of her past. Letting someone in who eventually had to leave.

Grabbing her suitcase Sarina tossed all of her clothes in. A few sentimental items she came with and then the action figure she had bought at the comic shop. 

She could give it to Harrison to give ti the twins but that would involve seeing him again.

Sarina wasnt planning on being in Swynlake that long.

Yanking her suitcase out she walked out of the house leaving the keys on the counter just in case Harrison was stupid enough to believe she was coming back.

Stopping off at The Court she left a brief message for Roscoe and Des. Telling them who exactly was a demon in town. Leaving a phone number for them to call if they ever needed saving again.

Until then. Sarina was just saving herself.

[5sosfam-27]

Hello my loves 💕 so I have decided that what I had originally wrote was trashy and I'm totally rewriting all of it. I wanna keep going with the original idea that I had but I wanna approach it a different way. Thank you for reading. Love you bunches- xoxo A

Ugh. I really didn't wanna have to get up to go to school today. But I mean your last day of high school only comes once. I rolled out of bed, opening my curtain facing my best friend's house. We had that kind of friendship that was so cheesy it would only happen in movies. He's my other half.

His curtains, of course, were still closed. Ashton wasn't what you would consider a morning person. I decided to get dressed and head downstairs to grab something eat.

My mother was already up and looking perfect while sitting at the table drinking her morning coffee. "Good morning!" She greeted way too cheerfully for it to be as early as it was. "Morning'" I grunted, feeling the overwhelming weight about the fact that I was about to head off to my very last day of high school, ever. I remember walking down the hall with Ashton our freshman year, scared to death of what would happen in those next four years. Yet here we are, about to graduate tonight.

I sent Ashton a quick texting seeing if he was awake while I ate my breakfast. By the time I finished he still hadn't replied. I was gonna have to wake him up. His mom was probably rushing around to get his younger brother and sister ready for school. I knocked on the door to let his mom know I was coming in and let myself in like I always do. They were basically family to me at that point.

"Good mornin'!" I yelled running up the steps towards Ash's room. "Get his ass up!" I chuckled about the fact that she knew exactly who it was and why I was there. I opened his door slightly to see him laying there tangled in his sheets. He looked so peaceful laying there, his brown curls plastered to his forehead. I walked over to him slowly, kneeling beside the bed. "Ash" I whispered, pushing his hair back from his beautiful face. "Go away." He groaned pushing my hand off of his head. He wanted to do it the hard way I guess. "You're not gonna like this." I whispered mostly to myself.

I opened his curtains letting the light shine in directly on his face. He groaned and turned his back to me. I crawled into his full sized bed that barley had enough room for him. I was basically laying on top of him since the bed was so small. "If you don't get off of me I will throw you on the floor." He growled. I would like to see him try. "Do it." I whispered into his ear. He sat up immediately causing me to fall off the bed backwards.

"That hurt!" I whined rubbing the back of my head. He just sat there rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, smiling at me. "I told you so." He said, his Australian accent really slipping out on the word so. I had a thing for accents, as long as they weren't like my country accent that I hated. He enjoyed my accent and called me yeehaw, which I found hilarious considering he was getting more of an American accent everyday. "Shut up." I told him, picking myself up off of the floor. He giggled finally getting up out of bed.

I watched him as he stood up and stretched, taking in his beauty. I guess he felt me staring cause he looked at me and went super saiyan. He started making all kinds of ninja noises and moves as he came closer to me. I giggled at the boy in front of me, really taking in this moment. He was everything I ever needed in life.

"Get dressed. We can't be late to our very last day of high school ever!" I told him walking out of his room. "Yeah yeah."

I heard him mutter as I closed the door. His mom and siblings had already left for school, so I could only hear myself walking down the steps. I went downstairs and sat on the couch waiting for him.

He finally came down after what felt like forever. "Finally. You take longer than a woman does." I joked. He just kinda looked at me and reached his hand out for me to grab. I took it and he pulled me up with more force than needed causing me to crash into him. He didn't budge of course, considering he was a little bit over 6 foot and weighted about 190 pounds. Him and I was close in weight but a lot of mine was fat while his was muscle. 

"Don't forget about me." He told me with a somber look on his face. Where was this coming from? If anyone forgot about anyone he would forget about me. "I could never forget about you, Ash." I told him, cupping his face. He nodded and turned to the door. I wondered if he was okay or if his thoughts were getting the best of him. He had always struggled with his mental health, as had I.

We rode to school together in silence. We didn't have to constantly be talking. We found comfort in each other's silence. I grabbed his hand, taking it in both of mine. He always had the warmest hands. He gave my hands a reassuring squeeze before pulling into a parking spot.

We went our different ways like we always do every morning. I'd meet him at his car as soon as we get out. We had a really nice schedule down pat. Since we had totally different schedules we didn't really see each other during school. At lunch he sat with his "band" which consists of three other Aussie boys. I always joked with him saying he's never gonna make it but deep down he knows that I want him to be drumming for sold out arenas all over the world. Hell man, I want that for all of them. I wasn't really close with the others but I want them to be able to live out their dreams of performing and making music. He deserves to live his dream.

School flew by very quickly and the next thing I knew I was heading out to the car to meet Ash. I saw a girl standing with him laughing and I felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. That was my boy. I wasn't the jealous type. Usually. But seeing her with him made me angry. I walked up to them and just stood there awkwardly. They kept talking and laughing, totally ignoring the fact that I was standing right in front of them. "Irwin move your ass or I'm driving." I told him reaching towards his pocket to grab his keys. He grabbed my wrist and held onto it. "I don't think so ma'am." He told me. "Then let's go. Nice to see you Kayla." I say, even though I don't mean it. She rolled her eyes at me and walked away. She had never liked me because of how close I was with Ashton. He walked around to the drivers side and got in.

The drive home was pretty much silent other than the radio playing in the background. Wake me up when September ends came on and I turned it up. I turned to Ashton and started singing to him. "Summer has come and passed the innocent can never last wake me up when September ends." I sang causing him to giggle. I wasn't a good singer by any means but I knew he enjoyed when I sang to him, no matter how off key it was. We pulled into his driveway and got out.

I walked over to my house like I always do after we get home. I had to let the dogs out and feed the cats. I unlocked the door and was greeted by my fat cat Ruby. I picked her up after slipping my shoes off. I headed towards the dogs cage and let them out. "Come on babies! Let's go outside!" I said in a pitch higher than usual. They all ran outside once I opened the door. I fed the cats outside also so they could all get some exercise.

I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. I laid my phone on the counter and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I heard my phone buzz on the counter. It was from Ashton.

Ash 💕: hey. Do you wanna come over and watch a movie?

Me: sure. I'll be over in a few.

I checked on the dogs and cats before slipping my shoes back on. They'd be okay until I got back. It wasn't too hot or too cold so they'd be good. I grabbed my phone and keys before locking the door and walking over to Ashton's.

I let my self in, heading straight to his room. I walked in and I'm instantly blinded by a naked Ashton. "Jesus Christ!" I yell covering my eyes as he tries to cover himself. "I didn't know you'd be over so soon! I just needed different clothes on!" I heard him throwing things around, hopefully putting clothes on. "Can I look now?" I ask. I felt him grab my hand from my eyes. I made sure to find his face and nothing else with my eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said laughing. I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Did you at least like what you saw?" I smacked him on his chest. "I didnt look good enough." I said giggling. He pulled me into a unexpected hug. "So do you wanna watch a movie?" He asked. I shook my head no. The feeling of his warm skin against mine made me feel safe. I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne. He always smelled like pine trees for some reason, which always reminded me of my home town. "Let's just talk for a little bit." I told him. He nodded.

I climbed in his bed, patting the bed beside me for him to get in. He slowly climbed in, taking up over half of the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I could stay like this forever. "So what do you wanna talk about?" He asked. I honestly wasn't sure. "I don't know really. I'm tired though. I could use a nap." I told him. He nodded pulling the blanket around us. "I could too. Good night or good afternoon whatever you wanna say." He said scooting down and snuggling his face into my neck. "Good night ash." I told him wrapping my arms around him.

[marvel-medigeek-fics]

3 times she walked home alone and the one time she had company

First time -

Betty Cooper always took the late shift. She usually didnt have a problem with it, but with the sun setting so early she often had to walk home in pitch black.

She was careful, always having a switch blade and pepper spray fully ready to defend her. And she didnt usually walk home alone.

But today was a little different, she had had a good day, for the most part, until Archie Andrews walked in as her last customer of the day. And he was not alone, with a raven haired girl by his side. Betty hadn't had a crush on her former best friend for years, but seeing him with a new girl had dampened her mood drastically. She was still mulling it over in her head as she walked home. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that she had been imagining sticking her switch blade into his thigh.

Betty Cooper supposed she should be happy for him, and she was, really. She was just jealous she didnt have any of that happiness for her own.

---

Second time -

Betty Cooper missed having someone to walk home with. She hadn't realized how much she had grown accustomed to her best friend, Kevin Keller, walking next to her. But he was spending some quality time with his new blended family.

She mused she could make a new friend, but there wasn't many people in town that would associate with her. She was, of course, related to the town crazies, which most people still thought was contagious. She was lucky to be friends with anybody was her final thought.

She was lonely, she realized as she clicked the deadbolt to her apartment. As she hopped in the shower, her hidden loneliness bubbled up and exploded in the form of tears, prompting a full mental breakdown in the shower.

---

Third time-

Archie and his girlfriend had come into the shop again. Betty tried to be nice, and even told a few jokes. But once they were gone and the hollowness of an after dark ghost town caught up with her, Betty just sighed. Her tears ducts were exhausted and she just felt a bit numb.

When she walked home she almost didnt notice the sound of motorcycles stirring the silence. The people on them left her be, which was fortunate, because Betty had no clue whether she would've started crying or berated them endlessly.

When she got to her apartment and tried to fall asleep, she found sleep was evading her. She was awake for hours, staring at her phone until the words bled into each other.

---

Fourth time-

Betty Cooper was absolutely beat. After getting no sleep the night before, she had spilled coffee no less than 4 times. She was so ready for bed, but while she was locking up, it began to rain.

Betty cursed and moaned about the unfortunate last straw. The bikes were back. While she was wondering about why they were riding in the rain, she failed to remember the hole in the sidewalk, causing her to face plant into the sidewalk. Luckily had moved her switchblade away from her self. But unluckily she had messed up her ankle. She cursed again about her string of bad luck lately and tried unsuccessfully to get up.

When a strangers hand was offered she didnt even question it and let him guide her up to standing. "You okay there?"

Betty thanked him and tried to hobble off, but one step on that ankle had her hopping on one leg like an idiot.

"You sure about that?"

"I'm just fine."

Another step had her taking back her statement and another had her taking a risk and asking this stranger for a ride.

"Sure thing, ponytail." He said, his eyes twinkling as he helped her up.

Betty debated on whether to withhold her real address from him, but decided against it when she realized how much her ankle actually hurt.

"Can you make it up or do you want me to carry you?" He asked, offering his hand.

One step and she was almost begging for him to carry her. "Maybe I should've taken you to the hospital."

"I dont have insurance. And if you cant tell by my apartment, I'm super broke."

"If its broken-"

"Its not, I know what that feels like."

"Whatever you say." He said, taking the key and unlocking the door. "Where do you want me to put you?"

"Couch is fine. By the way, what's your name?"

"Jughead Jones at your service."

Betty almost choked on this news, but she composed herself, "Betty Cooper."

"Do you need anything, Betty Cooper?"

"Company." She whispered, almost inaudibly.

"What was that?"

"A pillow."

Jughead returned with 2. And a blanket.

"Do you need some ice? Better question do you have any ice?"

"I have a little." She shifted on the couch and almost screamed from the unforeseen amount of pain.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?"

"Dead serious, Jughead."

It took him a bit longer to get the ice than expected, but betty didnt care much, all she was thinking about was how she was going to make it with an almost broken ankle at work.

She was crying when Jug got back. "You alright there?" Betty winced as he pressed the ice to her swollen ankle.

"How am I going to do my job? Im a frickin waitress and i'm broke enough as it is."

"Don't worry about it, betty cooper. It'll be okay."

"Will it, Jughead Jones? I can barely afford this place as it is. And everyone thinks i'm going to go crazy like my parents."

"You can stay at my place. Ive got an extra room. That is if you dont mind a bunch of barrels living with you."

"Are you serious? No one's ever offered anything like that to me before."

A knock at the door broke their wierd tensions. "I'll get it." Jug offered.

"It's not like I could." Betty muttered causing Jughead to chuckle to himself as he opened the door for his sister.

"Betty, JB. JB, Betty. JB's a doctor."

"You know I don't have insurance, jughead. Why'd you bring a doctor?"

"I guess I forgot to mention that JB and I have a bit of a deal. You don't have to pay and she gets to keep her secrets."

30 minutes and an xray from a tiny ball later, JB agreed that Betty's ankle wasn't broken. "Just a sprain. Rest, ice, compression, elevation. There's a prescription with your name on it at my office, if you want it. And if Jughead will come get the crutches with me, I'll be on my way. It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise."

---

"You like her, dont you?" was JB's first comment.

"Why would you think that?"

"You offered her a room, which you haven't done since, ever. And I can feel the sexual tension."

"She needs a place, I have a place. And you like to make up sexual tension to give some drama to your life."

"Sure, Jug. But I'm not making this up." She replied, handing him the crutches.

---

When Jughead got back up to Betty's apartment, he found her asleep, with the blanket tossed to one side and her phone buzzing with a call from Kevin Keller.

Jughead rolled his eyes and straightened the blanket, smiling at her sleeping form. After a walk around of her tiny apartment and deadbolting of her door, he sat down on the couch, content to house sit for her while she slept.

[hejustwantssomemilk-blog]

AirDrop that Smile

Genre: Idol x fan au 

Character: NCT Jaehyun/ Reader

 Warnings: None

Summary: After frustating over your seat for NCT Dream’s concert, you had an unexpected encounter with 127 members, especially Jaehyun.

You closed your eyes as you crossed your fingers after tons of hard work buying that lower box ticket online. You weren’t able to attend NCT 127’s concert last time so Dreams’ concert is a must, you were really determined to get a nice spot to film a fan cam of their performance. Ping! your body shivered hearing that sound. You slightly opened your eyes, slowly, slowly, …

Only to see that the tickets are sold out.

“Dang it!” you banged your head against your keyboard out of frustration until you heard another Ping

“Oh right” you remember that you booked another ticket for the Upper box section. You sat up straight and opened the other tab on your computer, luckily you got the ticket. Though you still feel down for not getting the lower box one.

You stretched your arms and hopped out of your comfy chair, “I need to get some rest” you thought. After some few stretches you threw your body on the bed beside you. Such a nice time to take a nap before you set-up your cameras, power banks and extra memory card for the concert.

Just as you closed your eyes, you heard a loud bang from the door, your sister barging in.

“Hey, y/n did you get my ticket?” asked your sister as she was intensely shaking you.

“Uhh, nope? Why would I. It’s already hard enough to get one for my own” you replied

“What?! Didn’t I ask you to get that upper box ticket for me?!”

“Ohhh… I thought you told me that so I can have a spot if ever I won’t get the lower box”

“Useless!” your sister kicked you as hard as she could out of her frustration

“W-wait stop stop! I’ll give you 127’s fanmeeting in return!” you had no choice but to utter this none sense

“You better keep that” then she was gone. Geez

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The day of the concert

“All right, all set” you thought as you settled down on your seat  beside the aisle. You checked your phone and realized your AirDrop is not on. Fuck, what if Dreamies have AirDropped some photos already?! You quickly turned it on and waited.

As you were waiting for the photos and the concert itself, you realized that your section is empty. Why though? Usually, it will be so packed up and noisy. Just then a guy came then asked “Are you sure this is your seat?”

You were startled and replied “Huh? Uhh, yeah”

“Where’s your ticket?” the guy replied back, you could feel your blood rising with the thought that maybe he’d ask you to go

“Hyung cut it out, it’s fine there’s still a lot of seats for us. Plus, she’s one of our cizenies, we should be thankful” just then a manly voice spoke behind the man. You realized it was Jaehyun, he smiled so brightly that all your frustrations was washed away

Is this a dream?!?!

127’s members settled on their seats on your section and gave you fresh smiles and waves but the guy who talked to you sat beside you that became a barrier from you and the members. Luckily, Jaehyun sat beside him, that makes it one person apart. Jaehyun is one of your ultimate bias and it feels so dreamy thinking how close he is, you could literally hear your heart pound faster and faster every second.

As the concert went on, of course with your full effort you get the best shots and videos of Dreamies and you’ve noticed how much their hyungs enjoyed the performances. After some time Johnny went up and left, you saw him reach the exit then he was gone. “Where is he going?” the guy beside you whom you assume to be their manager asked. The members just lift their shoulders.

Like on cue, the manager took his phone and realized someone’s calling him. “Johnny? What?! Where?!” he stood up and made his way to the exit.

You saw the member’s giggling as if it was part of their plan, especially Jaehyun the way his dimples popped between those giggles gave you sparks across your spines up to your cheeks. Didn’t realize you were giggling with them.

You felt your phone vibrated and checked it after you have calmed yourself down. It was an AirDrop photo, from AirDropTheBeat. It was him widely smiling and you saw yourself barely seen at the back. You were shocked and looked at him with confusion. Jaehyun sat beside you, giving you that teasing smile “You looked cute their when you were laughing with us”

“B-but I can barely be seen” you tried your best to keep your cool, despite the nervousness of being beside your ultimate bias.

“Want me to snap a photo again?” he teased again, giving you that good and exciting feels

“Is that allowed?” you went along with him

“Of course not.” then you both laughed, his crescent eyes and popping dimple… really, you couldn’t ask for more.

“I better go, sorry for taking a photo without your permission.” then he waved and attempted to stand up.

“O-oppa! C-can we take a photo? Just for memories” lol that was awkward but it was your only chance

“Aigoo,” he replied then sat again and slightly leaned to your direction, you could smell his scent and it was the most wonderful scent causing your heart to pound more and more.

“Here I go” he said as he took the photo with his phone.

“Th-thank you o-oppa”

“No problem” he smiled “I’ll send it to you, later” he added and went back to his seat. Stared at his phone then smiled again.

“What was that?” Taeyoung asked him

“Oh, nothing. I accidentally snapped a photo with a cizinie without her permission so I apologized” he replied

“Oh really?” then they both bowed as a sign of apologizing.

It was so cute, you didn’t know how much well-mannered they are than you thought. Your heart was still pounding hard as you and Jaehyun kept on giving quick glances and shy smiles.

After the concert, you were so happy with the memories you made with the Dreamies and of course the experience you had with Jaehyun. Then you realized while walking towards your car, how would Jaehyun send you the pic? Nvm you thought then you reached out for your keys and opened your car. Just then you felt a vibration against your thighs, you took your phone unlocked it.

“AirDropTheBeat” would like to share a photo, popped into your screen. Your eyes widened as you saw your photo with Jaehyun on your screen. You looked around, maybe he was close then a loud horn from the car across you caught your attention. There he was. Slightly sticking out his head and waved his hand. The other members were also there, calling you out and asking you to come. You took some a couple of goofy pictures with them before you made your way into your car. You had to look back one last time, then you saw them getting in their car, one by one, chattering and… there was Jaehyun, stopped for a moment before getting in. He looked at you as if he knew you would be staring at them. Gave you the sweetest smile and mouthed “Go home straight” with a slight giggle, then he went in. You felt your face burn and heart melt. You made your way in your car too, couldn’t take the smile from your face and for a moment you looked at the photos you had with them… with him. It was definitely a day to remember.

[yoongihoseok97]

The Night Before

Part one

Taehyung x reader , Yoongi x reader, fuckboyau! Fratboyau!

Summary-you didn’t really have much friends, about two, but everyone knew you. Whether that was because you hosted the best parties of the night or because of your brother has a particular taste in friends. either or, you think it’s you and your best friends reputation.

Warnings- strong language, mentions of sex, drinking and lots of really good looking frat boys

Friday night. you sighed heavily. thank god. your stressful week of prepping for the years finals can finally be covered up with alcohol, guys, girls, sleeping around...more alcohol. you unlocked your phone and went straight to your contacts, regardless of your teacher yelling over the hurdle of students to put it away. it was the only way you could actually talk to your roommate and get her to notice you. she tended to avoid social media’s just in case someone she didn’t really want to talk to popped up. despite her charming and innocent name, Margot definitely wasn’t. she had a... reputation. okay she sucked a lot of dick, but- she was one of the best people you knew and who could blame the lads. she was stunning, short curly, hair that was- well actually you didn’t really know what colour it was. a bit of everything? her root colour was her natural dark brown which then faded into a copper, streaked with gold-blonde and if you looked close enough, reminders of a reddish-purple from when she has died her hair before hand.

anyway, she was on the English campus with skylar, and you had left your key at your shared apartment. well, forgot, but that’s besides the point. skylar was staying over after the party aswell. skylar was your other best friend- she was petite, with shoulder length ginger hair that always made you jealous. what you didn’t understand was why she always stood down every guy that came up to her- which was a fair few. you and Margot always thought it may have been because she had a secret guy, but then she always spent her time with you and Margot. you didn’t really think much of it though as you saw her checking out most people that passed her. maybe she was secretly a virgin? pfffttt as if. you kept your thoughts to yourself as you made you way out of the science campus and towards the parked Ford with two girls blasting a familiar song wh I hcohld he heard through the closed doors and windows. You laughed to yourself as you saw them screaming the words to each other. thank god you couldn’t hear them though, else your eardrums may have even burst.

‘So,’ you started when you opened the car door, which scared the hell out of the other two. ‘You ready to drink ‘till we pass out, hurl up our guts all before we have another great night with possibly another great-‘. ‘Before you say dick,’ Margot cut in ‘I just want to say that tonight is about hanging with my girls for the night. I won’t have a guy to stay over.’ Skylar looked at her like she had gone mad and I spoke for her. ‘ okay well I was going to say ‘hangover’, not dick, but okay hunny you keep thinking that.’ ‘ I was gonna say, there’s no way you won’t be with a lad tonight.’ I laughed at skylar knowing she was probably right. ‘Im trying okay guys, don’t sound so suprised, im not Barney Stinson for Christ sake. It’s not like i sleep with a new person everyday. It’s more like a week. Maybe longer.’ she pouted with her cute face, but I knew she was right. we just enjoyed teasing her. ‘Yeah, yeah, we know. and what’s wrong with Barney Stinson?’ I laughed at skylar’s comment and turned up the music as I took the wheel from Margot and began to drive back to the apartment.

When you got back home, you shoved your books on the coffee table to your right and the keys on the hook next to the door. Margot ran with skylar’s hand in hers, straight into the bedroom and flinging open her wardrobe. you gathered that she didn’t have anything to wear, that or she just wanted to steal some of Margot’s clothes- which seemed more likely. Meanwhile, you slipped into your own room, which was smaller but good enough for you. You sent out the usual message to everyone saying the usual time at the usual place. It was kind of boring seeming that either no one answered, a creepy guy would ask you what you would be wearing or someone would ask if they could bring friends. you didn’t mind how many people came, you apartment was pretty big and had an outside balcony and everything. Margot’s parents said that she could have an amazing apartment that they would pay for-with the mass amounts of money they and- as long as she did well with her grades and had at least two friends. The second reason always made you laugh but you helped her keep her grades up, as even if you had a party almost every night, you still managed to keep your grades in place. God knows how, but you helped her out with studying and exams. You didn’t mind. As much as you loved going to parties and getting wasted, you were still a bit of a nerd. Plus you always got a bit of alone time with her and skylar, which you didn’t really get much anymore.

You slouched onto your floor, aimlessly staring into your wardrobe, full of chic skirts, short dresses, and a surprising amount of sweats. You picked out your favourite red leather skirt, but put it back-Probably best for another occasion. you didnt really have anyone to impress, you just loved wearing skimpy clothes. I guess it was because you didn’t have anyone to wear it for so you impressed yourself. God that sounded like you were full of yourself. instead you picked out the typical black short dress, with a cut in the chest, showing a decent amount of clevage as it tucked at your curves perfectly. Picking out a suede pair of black platforms to go with it, you got in and out of the shower within about ten minutes. Slipping on your dress and carrying your shoes in your fingertips by the buckle, you went into Margot’s room to find her in a latex pink skirt and a tight white top that had a slit the whole way down the middle. skylar on the other hand was checking out a tight fitting black dress that came just above the knees- that she pulled up a bit more- and had a v-neck line showing off her huge chest. ‘anyone want to swap boobs with me?’ Skylar asked. ‘Definitely.’ me and Margot said in unison. we laughed and waited for people to arrive.

about an hour and twenty minutes had passed and the apartment had flooded with people already. ‘ I swear this is the worst part of the party’ Margot started. ‘There’s some people here but not quite enough. Ugh finally more lads. okay ladies I’m going to try and find someone decent. Which is probably going to be impossible at this point.’ ‘Wait I thought you said you weren’t going to have a lad staying over tonight?’ Skylar interrogated. ‘ hunny I said a lad to keep for the night. I’ll just ditch him straight after. relax I’ll be back in about thirty.’ You giggled as she walked off, leaving you and skylar standing there at the bar(yes we had a bar, I told you, big apartment, Margot’s parents money). ‘My brother just texted me saying he’s almost here.’ You told skylar. your brother had a very strange interest in friends. Well. ‘Strange’. He was one of the most popular lads in all the college. College isn’t like high school so no one really cared much about popularity, but everyone knew them, everyone knew what they looked like and everyone knew I was related to one of them. just as I was about to ask if skylar was okay the door opened and I sat at the bar, making myself a vodka sort-of-martini. I wasn’t good at making drinks so I put whatever I liked together. just as I was about to walk off, someone grabbed my waist and whispered. ‘You miss me.’ You swung around knowing exactly who it was. ‘Jung Hoseok.’ You paused before answering. ‘Not really it’s been kinda peaceful without you thinking your my parent.’ He let out a dramatic gasp as he put his hand towards his mouth. You laughed at his extra-ness. ‘Awh I missed you too y/n.’ You giggled as he pushed you to sit down on one of the black leather sofas.

‘So how’s life at college for my little sister?’ ‘I don’t know why you put it like that hobi, your in the year above me at the same college.’ There was only a year between you and hoseok and he was your half brother, but you were really close, so you always preferred to not mention that part. He had a different mother to you, yours had died when you were young and you were never close to your dad, but he was the only thing that made you and hoseok related by blood so you had to give him some respect. ‘ look I know we haven’t spoke for long but I’m going to catch up with the lads. Is there anyone else here that I might know?’ You looked at his face as if he was expecting me to say someone he wished for but I told him it was just me, skylar and Margot. He smiled and wandered off back into the crowd, leaving me, my shitty martini and some very good looking, blonde haired guy staring at me from the bar.

He had a soft and light mocha skin colour which sharply carved around his intense jawline. now normally, you didn’t like mullets in the slightest, mainly because they never suited anyone, but his had a dark brown foot- almost black- that instantly changed into a soft blonde. his features took you by surprise, as you completely dived into a stare. You only realised you had been when he slid his once small mouth into a wide grin, making you blush. You kicked yourself under the table for getting so pathetic over some boy, but you suprised yourself more than anything. you had never really felt anything over anyone, no feelings, definitely not love. maybe attraction? but that was probably because they had decent looks and nothing else. most people thought you were cold, even to an extent where no one believes you were capable of love whatsoever. of course that was bullshit, you had skylar and Margot. Of course that was a different type of love but it was still something, right? well obviously you weren’t jumping to conclusions, so you definitely didn’t love the man starting at you. whoever the hell thought of love at first sight was clearly an amateur in friendship as a whole. no of course you didn’t feel love, but his stare made you feel something. probably nothing. anyways who were you kidding? as if anything would happen with you and anyone at all. it’s not that you doubted yourself, you just didn’t know what feelings were to be truthful, you’ve never seen yourself in that situation and you would probably fuck it up by either saying something too bluntly or something that offended them. and for some reason, everything effects everyone. or at least whatever accidentally-or not- comes out of your mouth.

forgetting about that man staring, you looked around for the girls. you saw Margot surrounded by freshmen that someone must’ve invited for their first college party. she didn’t really seem interested in any of them though, which confused you. what confused you more was that you couldn’t spot Skylar anywhere. you sighed as you got up to go and get another drink but, like the clumsy idiot you were, knocked straight into someone. ‘Shit! I’m so sorry-‘ the two of you sort of apologised at the same time before you brought your eyes to one another’s and slowly cut yourself off. ‘really? of-fucking- course it’s you’ you grinned looking up at the tall male. ‘ouch, nice to see you too y/n.’ You giggled. ‘I’m sorry joon. It’s been forever, how are you?’ your question sounded like something a 40 year old woman would say to her neighbors. idiot. why say that to Kim Namjoon of all people. surprisingly he answered. ‘Well I’m at a party, getting seven drinks but not one for you, so apparently not great.’ your face cringed a little making him let out a deep, almost croaky laugh. ‘Smooth, joon, smooth. So you’re all here tonight?’ most of the time, hobi and his friends came to a party with only a few of them, but joon saying seven drinks spiked your interest. you didn’t really know much of the members. you knew your brother obviously, Namjoon and jungkook. and you had heard something about a Jin? oh weren’t sure but his name had popped up a few times from the others. you knew joon because you used to live a few doors away from his. it was the typical boy next door, except there was no romance, just alcohol and the everlasting smell of weed from his dad. you didn’t question it because you liked his dad, everyone did, but that doesn’t mean your dad didn’t give you shit as he thought you were the one smoking it. he knew damn well that it was joons dad, but he has to take his anger out on someone. ‘Yeah actually, shocker I know. you can come over if you want? jungkook is there, along with Jin,jimin and Yoongi. I don’t know where hobi is and tae is proabably with some girl. jungkook isn’t really paying attention and Yoongi is probably high as fuck so it’ll basically be me you and jin.’ ‘And jimin.’ You added. whoever he was. ‘Oh yeah and jimin.’ You shook your head and laughed. ‘Alright. Gotta be better than standing in the middle of the place doing fuck all.’

you followed Namjoon through a trail of people grinding against each other over the music and mass amount of alcohol. you grinned knowing Namjoon was probably blushing as someone short with short brown hair had accidentally fell into his torso. exactly his type. you continued shoving your way through the crowd until you finally had room to breathe. around one of your sets of sofas were a few lads all doing something different. one of them, you couldn’t see much hung his head down, his dark crumpled hair hung over his face. probably asleep. or passed out. the one next to him had puffy cheeks which at first you thought might’ve been from crying, but you realised he just had large cheeks. he had small lips in the shape of a pout with soft, fluffy orange hair either slicked back of hanging down. he was kinda hot, but he looked too cute. opposite him say a tall male with blonde hair styled into a quiff going to the right, but here didn’t seem to be any product in it, which was impressive. he had deep brown eyes that were staring in disgust at the man sleeping but he looked as if he was worried more than anything. He had small puffed lips and his shoulders broadened wildly in the white silk top he wore. ‘Namjoon finally.’ The one with blonde hair grinned widely with a beautiful smile that made you automatically smile aswell. before joon could go and sit with him you grasped his arm and whispered in his ear. ‘okay do me a favour? don’t tell them I’m hobis sister will you?’ It’s not that you were ashamed of it, it’s just you knew hobi didn’t like letting you near his friends for some unknown reason. you’d probably end up sleeping with one of them. dammit that’s probably why. Namjoon nodded giving you his promise and went to go sit down next to the smiling male.

‘Jin this is y/n. Y/n this is Jin and the one with ginger hair in jimin. that one sleeping is- ah never mind he won’t wake up in time for you to say hello.’ ‘Hi y/n, welcome to the most depressing corner of the room.’ You laughed at his introduction which made him smile. jimin rolled his eyes. ‘God Jin your such an attention seeker. Always making jokes just so people will laugh. fun fact, they’ll only laugh if they’re actually funny.’ you raised your eyebrows smirking at his cockiness towards the other who was clearly older. ‘Please jimin, you cannot say anything at all. You literally shove your face in others just if they mention a word that you think describes you. For example, cute. Your rent cute, your the devils spawn.’ jimin laughed as if he knew Jin was half right, as he turned and winked at you. ‘So my princess, how do you know our joon?’ You almost blushed when he called you princess but used it as an advantage instead. ‘Well first of all I’m definitely not your princess. If anything you’d be more mine,and I used to live a few doors down from him.’ Jin let out the most beautiful and funny laugh you’d ever heard. Ever. jimin blushed proving your point but chuckled. ‘Oh is that right?’ He gave you a grin which you definitely knew wasnt innocent. ‘A few doors down huh? so you knew hobi aswell.’ You froze a little hoping that this wouldn’t mean they’re mention you to him. ‘uh, only a little. I mean I saw him and smiled but I didn’t really know him. Just that he was friends with joon.’ ‘Ahhhhhh, wait we’re you that girlfriend he always tries to prove he had?’ Jimin questioned which made joon choke and spit out his a drink a bit making you laugh. ‘nope, never dated just went round his house a little.’ You ended with a wink which you’d hoped make him even more embarrassed. You were right. his cheeks were now bright red and you were pretty sure it wasn’t from chocking in his drink. jimin laughed and raised his eyebrows as he patted Namjoon on the back a little too hard. he began to splutter his drink again. ‘Get in joon! you scored a girl good enough looking as her? damn I underestimated you.’ He laughed but took a sip of his drink as if he was jealous. You laughed and shook your head.

‘I’m kidding, we never actually did anything with joon, we were simply friends and that’s it. Nothing more to it.’ You assures jimin which now looked disappointed. ‘And anyway, joon can score. He always ended up doing something to confuse one of my friends into either sleeping with him or sucking him off.’ Your bluntness suprised Jin and jimin. you knew you always gave off an innocent vibe but you always enjoyed the shocking look everyone gave you when you mentioned something that completely went against that. ‘so joon, what made everyone think you lost your ‘game’?’ ‘I got a girl.’ His response shocked you. you didn’t know whether it was because it wa substantial or because he had actually said that out load or because he’s actually got a girl. ‘damn someone’s changed. who and how long?’ He smiled knowing you were raked aback. ‘Her name I cannot say else one of these will hunt and track her down in hopes of telling her that I’m something I’m not. But we’ve been dating for a year and a half now and she’s short, short brown hair, really smart and has a full British accent. Oh and she’s really smart. like really smart.’ And instant image of the girl who fell into him reminded you of her. ‘Yeah I pretty sure you said she was really smart about three times there.’ Jin snorted into his drink and jimin whispered ‘whipppppedddd’ before going back to his. you all laughed as joon shook his head in disbelief. ‘What’s so funny?’

you looked up to where the deep voice had come from. standing above you was the blonde haired man you had caught staring at you. before he laughed at you staring at him. shit. ‘Over how whipped-‘ ‘TAE! Finally dude I thought you had been chased down by some girl you had left or something.’ jimin gleamed up at Tae as Jin gave jimin a dirty look from cutting into his sentence. ‘no but I didn’t spot a hot lass from across the bar. I was staring but I caught her staring back. she was cute.’ he gave you a look after he had finished his description of you. he made you blush slightly again. Are you kidding me? ‘And who’s this one?’ he looked at you with a teasing smirk. wonderful. ‘Y/n. I take it your tae from the way jimin gleaned yo at you like you were his boyfriend.’ You stated bluntly. Jin burst into hysterics. he laughed head trully beautiful. ‘Thats-the best thing- I’ve heard all night.’ Him managed to say before bursting into laughter again. jimin rolled his eyes as if most people assumed someone else was his boyfriend. ‘Nah that’s jungkook a job.’ tae winked and smiled down at jimin. he was almost a whole foot taller than him. jimin blushed harder. ‘I’m kidding, jimin is just easily attached, he likes to stay close to his friends.’ this clearly eased jimin. ‘Thank you. god...’ you smiled apologetically at him, which he responded back with a bigger smile. ‘So who was this girl you were staring at earlier? Must’ve been decent if it was you staring.’ Tae went on to talk about you for a short while but changed the subject back to you talking about yourself. You groaned a bit. You enjoyed listening to his voice. It was deep, raspy and it seems like it was breaking but in a good way. If that makes sense? but his lips were thin but not thin at the same time, his grin wide and his eues were the perfect shade of brown as the liked deeply in yours before he spoke again. ‘so lass-‘ but tae was cut off talking about you when a hand came down onto his shoulder. you hadn’t realised there was anyone behind him, probably too caught up in his looks to pay attention. you gulped silently when you saw your one and only brother death glaring between you and tae. ‘So...explain.’

AUTHOR NOTE:so first I want to apologise for taking so long to actually do something again on the blog, this is what I guess you can call my resurrection? god that’s cheesy. But I’ve took some time off tumblr and I’m back again and I’m not sure how many parts this will be, but I’m really enjoying writing again. I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry again for being away for so long, right after I teased you with a new story :/ anyways hope you enjoy, I will definitely continue with this :)))- anon suga 💤

[mosquitotoes]

What Makes a Family

Chapter 4: Introductions- Part 2 Three hours later they were headed to Bobby’s. “Hey, Dad, can I give Brooke a french fry?” Sam asked, munching on his chicken nuggets. John looked at him in the rearview mirror as he turned down a street “Put a little bit on her lip. Make sure it’s cooled off before you do it.” He instructed. Sam nodded and grabbed a fry from the bag, breaking it in half. “Here you go, sissy” He smiled, putting a tiny piece on her bottom lip. As soon as Brooke got it in her mouth she cooed happily, giving Sam a toothless grin. “I think she likes it, Dad.” Dean chuckled, looking down at her. John smiled slightly, glad that his boys took so well to their little sister. Another three hours later they were pulling into Bobby’s driveway “Alright, boys, get your stuff out along with the formula and the diapers.” John instructed. The boys nodded “Yes, sir” they said in unison, grabbing the bags and getting out of the Impala once he parked behind Bobby’s truck. There was a two-year-old Rottweiler puppy chained up in the yard “Hiya, Rumsfeld!” Sam exclaimed, kneeling down to the yipping puppy while Dean made his way to the porch. The eight-year-old desperately wanted a dog but John always told him no because of his line of work; which Sam didn’t get. What was so dangerous about being a traveling salesman? Bobby opened the door with a four-year-old girl on his hip “Finally, you’we hewe!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in celebration. Bobby chuckled as John made his way up the stairs “Shouldn’t you be in bed, Vanessa?” He asked, ruffling her hair as he walked into the house with Dean. “She heard about y’all coming so I let her stay up,” Bobby explained, setting Vanessa down. “Who that?” The three-year-old asked, pointing to the bassinet in John’s hand. “This would be Sam and Dean’s little sister, Brooke,” He said, setting down on the coffee table. “I hold Wooke?” She asked, toddling over to the couch. John nodded “Yeah. Dean, show Vanessa how while I talk to Bobby.” He instructed, turning to look out the front door “Samuel, leave the dog alone and get inside” He said sternly. “Yes, sir” Sam said, putting Rumsfeld down and walking inside with the diaper bag. John headed into the kitchen with Bobby, shutting the big double doors “Alright, so what are we looking at?” He asked After going over the witness reports and the evidence they concluded it was one or two vampires. Nothing they couldn’t handle by themselves. “Alright let’s go.” Bobby said, putting the last stake into his duffle. “Hey, before we go I need to show you something.” John said, pulling the letter from his jacket pocket and handing it to Bobby. His friend took it from him and started reading it’s contents. “John, you have got to tell the boys” Bobby said, looking at him. “Why?” He asked, taking the letter back and putting in his pocket. “Because they deserve to know. This isn’t something you need to keep from ‘em.” Bobby reasoned. “Sam doesn’t even know about what we do, Bobby. This is a secret that stays between us.” John said, grabbing the bag off of the table. “And what if they find out?” Bobby asked, crossing his arms. “They won’t. The only way they’d find out is if we went to Hawaii, which will never happen. Now let’s get going.” John said, opening the double doors and walking out. Bobby shook his head and sighed before walking out behind him. “Alright, Nessa, I gotta go with Uncle John so come give your pops a hug.” He said, kneeling down to her height. Dean gently took Brooke from her so she could get off the couch. Once she got down she ran straight into Bobby’s arms, putting her little arms around his neck. “Love you, Daddy” She grinned, kissing his cheek. Bobby smiled, rubbing her back gently “Love you, too, kiddo.” He said, kissing her head. Vanessa looked so much like her mom, Karen, except her hair was a little bit of a darker blonde. The girl’s mother had died when she was one so she didn’t remember her very well aside from the pictures Bobby had shown her. Bobby stood back up as Vanessa toddled her way to the couch “Dean, do you mind putting her to bed?” He asked, nodding to Vanessa. “Course he doesn’t, Bobby. Behave you two” John butted in, pointing to the boys before walking out the front door. Bobby shook his head at John and turned back to Dean “Thanks in advance, kiddo. If you kids get hungry there’s some leftovers in the in the fridge. I’ll see y’all later.” He said, walking out the door and to the Impala. Once he was in the car John backed out of the driveway and drove off. Dean picked Vanessa up off the couch “C’mon, squirt, let’s get you to bed.” He said, heading to the stairs. “Wookie come too?” Vanessa asked as they headed up to her room. “I gotta feed her first but when she’s done I’ll bring her up” He promised, opening her bedroom door. “Otay.” She grinned as Dean laid her on her blue race car bed “Can I have a stowy?” Dean smiled, tucking her in “Sure. What do you wanna hear?” He asked, sitting on the side of the bed. John parked behind some trees that were in the back of a run-down cabin where they tracked down the two vampires. “You know the plan, right?” He asked, cutting off the engine and looking at Bobby. His friend nodded “Yup I make a distraction and you go in from the back door.” He said, getting out and shutting the door quietly. John got out and went to the trunk, grabbing two machetes once he opened it. Bobby took one from him and put it to the back of his belt. “Ready to roll?” He asked as John shut the trunk quietly. The latter nodded “Yeah, let’s go.” Bobby headed toward the front of the cabin and knocked on the door while John made his way toward the back door noiselessly. After Bobby knocked the door opened to reveal a young woman around her early twenties with medium blonde hair and brown eyes “Can I help you?” She asked. Bobby smiled politely at her “Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but my car ran outta gas and I was wondering if you could give me a ride to the nearest gas station.” Before John could get close enough to put his hand on the doorknob the door flung open and a man charged him, shoving him into the tree. The impact caused the tree to shake and prompted him to drop his machete. “Thought you could get the drop on us, did ya, John?” He grinned as his fangs dropped from his gums. John couldn’t help but wonder how they knew they were coming since it couldn’t have been the men’s scent. They had dusted themselves with a scent-blocking mixture before they left. The vampire started leaning over toward the side of John’s neck, not budging no matter how much John fought him. All of the sudden the vampire’s head was chopped off and his body fell. The man leaned down to catch his breath, putting his hands on his knees. “Are you alright?” A woman’s voice with a slight Spanish accent asked, putting her hand on John’s shoulder. He nodded, looking up to see a middle aged woman of Spanish descent. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Thanks.” The woman smiled “No problem. Let’s go see if they need any back up” She said, nodding to the cabin. They both headed to the front after John grabbed his weapon. Once they got there they saw Bobby and Martin Creaser, another one of John’s friends, talking. Martin turned to look at them “I see you’ve met Estella” He smiled. “Yup. She killed the one that had me pinned to the tree. I think he was the leader” John nodded. “He is by the looks of it. Seems like it was the beginning of a nest.” Bobby said, moving away from the door to reveal four decapitated including the blonde woman. “How in the hell did they know we were coming?” John asked, looking inside. “Well, that fella over there is the store owner I spoke with yesterday” Bobby said, pointing to a dead vamp in the corner. “My guess is that this was supposed to be a trap.” John shook his head “It’s a good thing we had surprise backup. Alright, let’s light this thing up. Estella, do you mind taking care of the one by the tree?” He asked, looking at her. Estella nodded “On it.” She said, grabbing a can of gas and heading off to the back of the while the others salted the bodies and put gas on the house. Once she was by the body she looked to see if any of the men could see her. Thankful she wasn’t being watched the woman poured some salt and gasoline on her hands, rubbing them together. Estella then put her hands out to the body, watching the flame flow from them as the body burned along with the cabin. Happy with her work the woman pulled her hands away and put them together, cleaning them of the mixture she made. Estella grabbed the can and headed back to where the men stood “All done.” She said, setting the can down with the others. “Great. Hey how about we all go back to my house and I’ll fix up somethin’ for us?” Bobby asked. They all agreed and headed back to their own cars, following John’s Impala as they drove. Soon they were pulling up in Bobby’s driveway. Bobby unlocked and opened the door “We’re home, kiddos!” He called out, shutting the door after everyone walked in. “We’ll be right down!” Came Dean’s voice upstairs. “Alright we’re making burgers and fries” Bobby replied, putting his keys on the rack “Do y’all mind making them while John and I grill?” He asked. Martin and Estella nodded “Of course not. You’re feeding us the least we could do is help.” The woman smiled. Bobby smiled back “C’mon, I’ll show y’all where the potatoes are.” He said, walking off with them to the kitchen. John waited for the kids to come down. Sam came down first, holding Vanessa’s free hand since they both held bowls of macaroni, then came Dean holding Brooke while Rumsfeld happily followed behind them. “Sam take your sister and Vanessa to the kitchen to see if Uncle Bobby needs any help.” John said. The boy nodded, letting go of Vanessa’s hand and taking Brooke gently “Yes sir” He said, heading to the kitchen with Vanessa in tow. John looked at Dean “I want to speak with you outside.” He said, opening the door. Dean walked out with John behind, feeling a little nervous. The man shut the door and turned to his son “Why weren’t you keeping watch?” He asked, crossing his arms. Dean looked up at him “I wanted to keep Sam and Vanessa entertained, da-sir.” John shook his head “You know the rules, son. It doesn’t matter if you saw us from the window. I’ve told you about shifters, haven’t I? Do you want to get your siblings and Vanessa killed? Do you want that on your head?” He was in his face much like a drill sergeant would be. Tears threatened to fall from the twelve year olds candy apple green eyes but he didn’t let them fall “No, sir. I’m sorry” He said, his lip quivering. That killed John. He hated being tough with them like this but they had to learn. “Do ten laps around the perimeter then come inside. You can have your burger when you’re done since you already ate with Sam and Vanessa.” John said, turning him around pushing him lightly to get him going. Dean started running as fast as he could. Truth was he didn’t eat with Sam and Vanessa. There was only enough for two bowls so he gave it to them. Dean pushed himself, ignoring the hunger pangs and hoping John would be proud. About a twenty minutes later Dean was sitting on the porch taking a quick break. He jumped up when he heard the door open. “It’s alright it’s just me” a woman’s voice said. Turning around Dean saw Estella holding his plate of food and a root beer. “Sit back down and I’ll hand you your burger and soda.” She said, handing them to him once he did. “Thank you, ma’am” Dean smiled, taking a big bite out of his burger. “No problem and don’t call me ma’am, call me Estella” The woman said, smiling back at him. Dean nodded, munching happily on his burger “Okay Miss Estella.” She chuckled “Mind if I sit with you?” Dean shook his head “Of course not” He said, sitting down on the porch steps with her and looked at her “Miss Estella did you grow up in Hunting, too?” He asked, opening his can of soda. Estella looked at him and nodded “Yup. I grew up in a family of Hunters in Spain.” Dean took a swig “Was it hard?” The woman nodded “For awhile until we immigrated to Seligman, Arizona when I was your age but I think it’s different for everyone.” “How was it different for you?” The boy asked, munching on some fries. “My father had a cabin built.” She explained and told him about how her father had more cabins built for other Hunters to rent and now she runs the whole thing. “Really? That’s cool” He said, finishing his food and drink. “Hand me your stuff and wait a few minutes to come in” She advised, standing up. Dean stood up and handed his stuff over “But I didn’t finish my punishment” He pointed out. 

Estella waved her hand “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” She smiled, winking at him and walking inside. Dean concluded that Estella was just about the coolest person he had ever met besides Bobby. But what he didn’t was that John sent her out there when he found out he hadn’t eaten anything. When he walked into the house he was greeted by Bobby “Thank you for watching Vanessa for me, Dean. I appreciate it.” The man smiled, holding out his hand for the boy to shake. Dean smiled, taking his hand and shaking it “No problem, Uncle Bobby.”

The boy looked down at his hand when they pulled away and saw a crisp twenty dollar bill. “Thanks, Uncle Bobby” Dean said, grinning up at him and putting it in his jeans pocket. The former smiled, nodding “Don’t mention it, kiddo.” He said, patting him on the shoulder. The man always did this kinda thing whenever they were over. But a lot of the time the money ended up going to food and other essentials so the boys didn’t get a chance to spend it on what they wanted.

Sam ran into the room “De, Dad said get packed so we can get going.” He informed his older brother. Bobby turned to look at the middle Winchester “Before y’all do that I wanna get some pictures of y’all.” He said, grabbing a camera off his desk and heading to the living room. Both boys followed the older hunter. “Why aren’t you boys getting packed?” John asked as he held Brooke. “Because I want some pictures” Bobby replied “Sam, you take Brooke and sit next to your Dad. Dean, put Vanessa in your lap and sit on the other side” He instructed. “Make sure I get copies” John requested as the boys sat on either side of him. Bobby nodded, taking a picture once John out his arms around his boys.

After he got the pictures he wanted the boys went to get their stuff. Estella walked over to John as he put Brooke in her bassinet “Stop by if you’re ever in Arizona and need a place to stay.” She smiled, handing him a business card. John took it from her and looked it over. 

On it was the name of Abaroa Cabins, est. 1960, 916 Clarksburg Park Road. Abaroa is Spanish for ‘refuge’ and is also Estella’s last name. The man looked at her and smiled, putting the card in his jacket pocket “Thank you, Estella” He said as the boys came back from packing up. Estella smiled back “No problem.” She said, looking over at Sam and Dean “You boys need any help?” Sam nodded “Yes ma’am, do you mind carrying the formula out?”

Once they got everything in the Impala the boys told Bobby, Estella and Vanessa bye. “I come with?” Vanessa asked, toddling up to the car. John looked down at her “Fraid not, kiddo.” He said, ruffling her hair “We’ll come back though, okay?” Vanessa nodded, smiling “Otay, Unca John” She said, toddling back to Bobby. John chuckled, getting into the Impala and starting the engine. The boys waved at them as John back out of the driveway. By the time they reached a motel it was dark and the boys were exhausted. John looked at them “You two stay here while I go get a room.” He said, opening the door. The boys nodded “Yes, sir” they said in unison.

John shut the door and headed to the lobby “Sammy, will you feed Brooke?” Dean asked. Sam nodded “Sure, but I’m not burping her” He replied, opening the cooler and grabbing a full bottle. Dean chuckled “Deal” He said, picking his little sister up from the bassinet. Their dad came back just as Brooke was handed to Sam “I’ll feed her just grab your stuff and follow me.” He said, taking the bottle and Brooke from him gently. Grabbing their stuff the boys followed John up to the second floor. He opened the door “Go ahead and get ready for bed, you two.” He said, shutting and locking the door. “Need help with Brooke, Dad?” Dean asked as he headed into the kitchenette. John shook his head, putting the bottle on the stove top “No I got this. Get to bed. Night, kiddo” He said, heating the bottle up.

Dean nodded “Night, Dad” He replied, heading over to one of the beds. Both boys dropped off to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. “Out like a light” John chuckled quietly, setting Brooke in the bassinet and getting the bottle with some tongs. Once it was cool enough to handle he tested it on his skin “Perfect. Ready to eat, babygirl?” He whispered, picking his daughter back up gently and heading over to the little loveseat. John chuckled as Brooke suckled on the bottle happily, guzzling it down “Was that good, sweetheart?” He asked, putting the bottle on the table once she was done. He put her to his chest and patted her back gently “Good job, angel. That was a big burp.” He praised, putting her back in the crook of his arm. Brooke cooed, squirming around a little. “Not tired yet? Even with your full belly?” He smiled, poking her tummy gently and making her giggle.

“How about if I sing to ya? Would that help?” He asked, booping her nose gently. “Alright here goes nothin’, darlin’.” He said, clearing his throat a little and starting to sing Songbird by Fleetwood Mac. In all honestly he was pretty good. His bass baritone voice was soothing to the ear.

“For you, there'll be no more crying. For you, the sun will be shining. And I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. To you, I'll give the world. To you, I'll never be cold. 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before. And I wish you all the love in the world. But most of all, I wish it from myself. And the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before, like never before, like never before.”

Brooke was fast asleep by the time he finished singing. John smiled, kissing her little forehead “Night, darlin’.” He whispered, going to get so he could put her in the bassinet. Brooke stirred, opening her eyes slightly. “Looks like I’m sleeping here.” John said quietly, leaning back “But you’re definitely worth it” He smiled, shutting his eyes and holding Brooke close to his chest.