#I assume all the tickets that went back up were tickets that were in baskets but never went through to sale

[starkidlabs]

Got Starkid Tickets!!! That was the worst presale since the Bonnie & Clyde concert. But genuinely I’m so happy!!! I’ve been a fan of Starkid since 2013 and have never been able to see them perform! Also I’m glad they’re so popular still :)

[madsportfolio]

MATTY HEALY

A second Sydney show being added last minute ( and olympic stadium might I add ), further laments just how in demand they are right now. As the lights dimmed, a single alarm tone went off. One of those generic apple ones that makes your insides cringe with the PTSD of a rude morning awakening. Up on the screen, a camera man began following a bed being wheeled through the back halls of the arena, the pair eventually both ending up on the stage where tens of thousands of fans were howling for them.

Crawling from the bed, was the scrawny 30-something year old self proclaimed protagonist of the evening. Sauntering over to the microphone set up in center stage, he armed himself with an acoustic guitar before  mumbling simply “Hi…my name is Matty”. An uproar from the crowd raucous enough to promise ear ringing for days to follow. I was so utterly fascinated by all of it; the adoration, the performance, the man who needed no introduction past his first name. I’d been waiting to catch first hand a glimpse at this spectacle for months now, ever since I opened my Tik Tok app to indulge myself in the ever pitiful ‘doomscroll’ last September, when I couldn’t help but notice a recurring subject popping up every third video I scrolled through. It felt like I should check what year it is, and what platform I was using, since I distinctly remember this same phenomena in 2014 on the now deceased website tumblr. A slew of young girls running to fit the heroic-chic inspired aesthetic, that consisted of fishnets, chain smoking, black chokers and heavily underexposed photos. Doc Martens probably should have sent this man a gift basket as a thank-you for the sales they generated from this era. I am of course talking about Chesire band The 1975, and their triumphant leader & front man, Matthew Healy to be exact. 

So where did the resurgence come from nearly 10 years after what some would call their peak? Or was what we saw back then just a taster of what they and he is capable of? It would be naive to assume that their success is only due to their eclectic style, when so many bands have done the same thing ( most likely even musically superior ), only to wind up existing in the public as a small font on a festival lineup, while 1975 nab the headline spot.

Personally, I surmise that their huge prominence has to do with something else outside of their sound entirely. Simply put, Matty Healy serves as a modern blueprint of ‘how to be a rockstar.’

Rock isn’t dead, it’s just the age of rock as we knew it that is. With the monopoly of ticket sales, social media and streaming services forcing the sales of individual songs and albums to be pretty well obsolete; the smart ones have turned their enemies against them, utilizing social media and the hysterical nature of young girls to cement themselves in music history and rewrite a new age of rock.

Long have young girls been picked apart and made fun of for their hysterics. Within the music industry, that looks like being labeled as nothing more than groupies or fan girls; when in reality the entire career of most musicians throughout time are heavily reliant on this very demographic. The Beatles famously having the term “Beatlemania” coined after the frenzy, and evidence that suggests that even Mozart had ‘groupies’ during his hay day. This was confirmed back to me as I watched him on stage, swigging from a seemingly endless bottle of red wine with a cigarette held between the same fingers that held his microphone. Guess who was by eye account of the majority demographic? Girls aged 16-25. But how does female fans equate to world domination?

Well, Girls are obsessive, Girls are loyal, and most importantly, Girls TALK. The single smartest move anyone that wants to be thrust into the public domain could do is to pull ‘stunts’ that make girls tell other girls all about what caught their attention. Stunts that our friend Matty Healy, has been all too familiar with on this particular tour. How about an erotic rendition of wanking on stage? Or  bringing a different fan up every night to (consensually ) kiss during the song robbers?  Perhaps my favorite stunt was eating a hunk of raw meat, pumping out a few push ups, throwing up, and then crawling into a hollow TV set…

Its bizarre, its unpredictable and its oh so the best marketing strategy one could harness.

By dehumanizing himself on stage, he humanizes himself to his fans, making him feel more accessible through this rip in the fourth wall.  They are creating the ultimate fantasy, one that is the core topic of countless wattpad stories, and one that has girls literally camping out in the hopes that they’ll be the next lucky contender pulled onto stage. 

There’s a bountiful of articles floating around online about how lame the band is, how problematic he is as an individual, but I truly believe what all of these are failing to see is just how fucking genius this performance is. To Matty, the world’s his stage and he’s the star. 

Even within conversations I had with my own friends, there is an air of “doesn’t he just seem like a bit of a wank?” And yeah, it’s undeniable, I’m sure he is the guy that most people would avoid getting stuck in a drunken conversation with at 3am, but calling out his apparent insufferability only further binds this notion that Matty IS today’s version of a ‘rockstar’. Almost as if we forget why the advice ‘never meet your heroes’ exists, perhaps being slightly pretentious and insufferable just comes with the job title. Which star throughout time can we truly say never once had this attached to their persona? Certainly not Jim Morrison, nor Freddie Mercury, Mick Jagger and David Bowie, and lest we ever forget John Lennon comparing the Beatles popularity to that of modern christianity. Being a bit of a prick seems to become more excusable, the more talent you behold. 

But is this arrogance a bad thing? Or in this world of Iphones with cameras able to record every move, entire threads on reddit just waiting to pick apart the 6 second clip, and pretty much every other social media channel giving the ability to ‘cancel’ someone at the drop of a pin - have we just now been able to see up close the performances and attitudes that we weren’t able to in the past? In a world where you are socially scrutinized for everything you do and say, its refreshing to see someone in the public generally not give a fuck. He’s a PR nightmare every time he shows face to the public, or logs onto his social media accounts. 

He’s the guy you would never take home to mummy, as opposed to the other clean pop stars we have in the charts ( aka, Harry Squeaky clean Styles ). He is to Harry Styles what the Rolling Stones were to the Beatles. Dirty, unhinged, unable to predict their next move. 

We for one, welcome this new breed of rockstar and commend the 1975 for being trailblazers in this resurgence;  A resurgence of teenage girls with posters of stars up in their bedroom that their parents disapprove of. A resurgence of polarizing celebrities who, even if they are a bit of a dick, at the very least will never be boring just for the sake of ‘playing it safe’. A resurgence of rockstars for the modern world, in a time where we need it most. 

The 1975 ‘At their very best tour’ is one that shouldnt be missed, even if you cant get behind their pop-y sound, its worth it for the sheer showmanship alone. On a seemingly endless tour where you never know exactly what you are going to get, every show is like its very own lucky dip. 

[honeymoononvenus]

MATTY HEALY

A second Sydney show being added last minute ( and olympic stadium might I add ), further laments just how in demand they are right now. As the lights dimmed, a single alarm tone went off. One of those generic apple ones that makes your insides cringe with the PTSD of a rude morning awakening. Up on the screen, a camera man began following a bed being wheeled through the back halls of the arena, the pair eventually both ending up on the stage where tens of thousands of fans were howling for them.

Crawling from the bed, was the scrawny 30-something year old self proclaimed protagonist of the evening. Sauntering over to the microphone set up in center stage, he armed himself with an acoustic guitar before  mumbling simply “Hi…my name is Matty”. An uproar from the crowd raucous enough to promise ear ringing for days to follow. I was so utterly fascinated by all of it; the adoration, the performance, the man who needed no introduction past his first name. I’d been waiting to catch first hand a glimpse at this spectacle for months now, ever since I opened my Tik Tok app to indulge myself in the ever pitiful ‘doomscroll’ last September, when I couldn’t help but notice a recurring subject popping up every third video I scrolled through. It felt like I should check what year it is, and what platform I was using, since I distinctly remember this same phenomena in 2014 on the now deceased website tumblr. A slew of young girls running to fit the heroic-chic inspired aesthetic, that consisted of fishnets, chain smoking, black chokers and heavily underexposed photos. Doc Martens probably should have sent this man a gift basket as a thank-you for the sales they generated from this era. I am of course talking about Chesire band The 1975, and their triumphant leader & front man, Matthew Healy to be exact. 

So where did the resurgence come from nearly 10 years after what some would call their peak? Or was what we saw back then just a taster of what they and he is capable of? It would be naive to assume that their success is only due to their eclectic style, when so many bands have done the same thing ( most likely even musically superior ), only to wind up existing in the public as a small font on a festival lineup, while 1975 nab the headline spot.

Personally, I surmise that their huge prominence has to do with something else outside of their sound entirely. Simply put, Matty Healy serves as a modern blueprint of ‘how to be a rockstar.’

Rock isn’t dead, it’s just the age of rock as we knew it that is. With the monopoly of ticket sales, social media and streaming services forcing the sales of individual songs and albums to be pretty well obsolete; the smart ones have turned their enemies against them, utilizing social media and the hysterical nature of young girls to cement themselves in music history and rewrite a new age of rock.

Long have young girls been picked apart and made fun of for their hysterics. Within the music industry, that looks like being labeled as nothing more than groupies or fan girls; when in reality the entire career of most musicians throughout time are heavily reliant on this very demographic. The Beatles famously having the term “Beatlemania” coined after the frenzy, and evidence that suggests that even Mozart had ‘groupies’ during his hay day. This was confirmed back to me as I watched him on stage, swigging from a seemingly endless bottle of red wine with a cigarette held between the same fingers that held his microphone. Guess who was by eye account of the majority demographic? Girls aged 16-25. But how does female fans equate to world domination?

Well, Girls are obsessive, Girls are loyal, and most importantly, Girls TALK. The single smartest move anyone that wants to be thrust into the public domain could do is to pull ‘stunts’ that make girls tell other girls all about what caught their attention. Stunts that our friend Matty Healy, has been all too familiar with on this particular tour. How about an erotic rendition of wanking on stage? Or  bringing a different fan up every night to (consensually ) kiss during the song robbers?  Perhaps my favorite stunt was eating a hunk of raw meat, pumping out a few push ups, throwing up, and then crawling into a hollow TV set…

Its bizarre, its unpredictable and its oh so the best marketing strategy one could harness.

By dehumanizing himself on stage, he humanizes himself to his fans, making him feel more accessible through this rip in the fourth wall.  They are creating the ultimate fantasy, one that is the core topic of countless wattpad stories, and one that has girls literally camping out in the hopes that they’ll be the next lucky contender pulled onto stage. 

There’s a bountiful of articles floating around online about how lame the band is, how problematic he is as an individual, but I truly believe what all of these are failing to see is just how fucking genius this performance is. To Matty, the world’s his stage and he’s the star. 

Even within conversations I had with my own friends, there is an air of “doesn’t he just seem like a bit of a wank?” And yeah, it’s undeniable, I’m sure he is the guy that most people would avoid getting stuck in a drunken conversation with at 3am, but calling out his apparent insufferability only further binds this notion that Matty IS today’s version of a ‘rockstar’. Almost as if we forget why the advice ‘never meet your heroes’ exists, perhaps being slightly pretentious and insufferable just comes with the job title. Which star throughout time can we truly say never once had this attached to their persona? Certainly not Jim Morrison, nor Freddie Mercury, Mick Jagger and David Bowie, and lest we ever forget John Lennon comparing the Beatles popularity to that of modern christianity. Being a bit of a prick seems to become more excusable, the more talent you behold. 

But is this arrogance a bad thing? Or in this world of Iphones with cameras able to record every move, entire threads on reddit just waiting to pick apart the 6 second clip, and pretty much every other social media channel giving the ability to ‘cancel’ someone at the drop of a pin - have we just now been able to see up close the performances and attitudes that we weren’t able to in the past? In a world where you are socially scrutinized for everything you do and say, its refreshing to see someone in the public generally not give a fuck. He’s a PR nightmare every time he shows face to the public, or logs onto his social media accounts. 

He’s the guy you would never take home to mummy, as opposed to the other clean pop stars we have in the charts ( aka, Harry Squeaky clean Styles ). He is to Harry Styles what the Rolling Stones were to the Beatles. Dirty, unhinged, unable to predict their next move. 

We for one, welcome this new breed of rockstar and commend the 1975 for being trailblazers in this resurgence;  A resurgence of teenage girls with posters of stars up in their bedroom that their parents disapprove of. A resurgence of polarizing celebrities who, even if they are a bit of a dick, at the very least will never be boring just for the sake of ‘playing it safe’. A resurgence of rockstars for the modern world, in a time where we need it most. 

The 1975 ‘At their very best tour’ is one that shouldnt be missed, even if you cant get behind their pop-y sound, its worth it for the sheer showmanship alone. On a seemingly endless tour where you never know exactly what you are going to get, every show is like its very own lucky dip. 

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Hi!! Can you do a one shot of kyojuro ending up in our world and meets reader and they become friends and fall in love?

Of course! Thanks for requesting!!! I had a lot of ideas for this one! Thank you!!!!

Not exactly from around here

Kyojuro smiled as a scroll of parchment was dropped in his hand. Untying and unrolling the paper he looked at the newest target. Looking at the papers he seen a map on the second.

Confused he walked into town, looking around he spotted a shop owner setting up his sweets stand.

"Hello! Hi!" Rengoku called with a smile.

The middle age man smiled turning away from the Hawthorn he was skewing.

"Hey there! The sugars still heating up! But Can I interest you in my special sweet buns! There not typical!"

Rengoku smiled, "I was wondering if you could help me find this place."

The man looked over the stand looking at the map, "hmm...thats the old abonded train station, the tracks are covered in water." The man infromed, "If you want to go there, go down the back alley just down the street, you'll hit a dead end all the way down and take the stairs down, you'll see a fruit stand and turn left going down some more stairs."

"Thank you." Rengoku spoke putting the papers away, then looking at the stand, "how long is that sugar going to take?"

"Hmm? Not to longer more." The man spoke.

"Can I buy..."

Twenty mintues later Rengoku was walking down the second set of stairs with a bag of sweets in his hand and a stick of tanghulu-ed hawthorne in his hand, but before he could enjoy his sweet he past by a child playing by himself- so he was happy to share the Tanghulu with the small boy.

By the time he had made it to the run down station the sun was setting, the water filled the tracks like he was informed and the sitting area once well done was now over run with folliage, vines creating a curtain.

Walking down the colostone path he made it to a small ticket booth, swipping the vines away he seen no one in the ticket booth. Walking away from the ticket booth to look around a bit more he spotted a random mushroom in the middle of the walk way. Curious enough he went over to it- as it suddenly picked itself up and ran off.

Confused Rengoku followed the mushroom as it ran behind the sitting area and back around the far corner. Rengoku followed as he turned the corner. A shadow now in the ticket booth, and the small mushroom running over.

Rengoku followed moving the foliage again seeing the silhouette of what seemed to be a ticket master- the only solid thing was the brooch on the mans hat.

It was silent as the man held up a set of tickets.

"A ticket slip?" Rengoku asked, but got no reply, only a pointed finger at his haori.

Figuring it was the scroll hidden inside he took out the roll and set it on the wood.

The scroll was taken and ripped as it burnt to ashes and in replace Rengoku was given the ticket slip.

Taking it he looked at the slip- he had never heard of any of the stops passed the first three.

Walking over to the now clean sitting area he took a seat, a black cat joining his side as it waited with cat sized bag around its body, some other creatures such as more mushroom people, and flower fairies came to take a look at Rengoku- a human- none the less a demon slayer.

He looked down at the small group and smiled sending them into shock and hiding. He smiled brighter as they came out of hiding slowly- unsure if they'd be scooped up or slashed, but seeing his bright smile they took a seat, bathing in his sun like smile.

Hearing the train coming in he stood up, walking over towards the tracks to realize the water was still present, but filled with small fish and- what he assumed was an eel that pasted by. The colors in the water scattered as the train came in- coming to a slow stop as the doors slid open.

The cat took lead, hoping in as it held its ticket slip in its mouth. Rengoku followed after, still uncertain of what was really happening- but you could say curiosity killed the cat.

Taking a seat on the bench he looked out the window infront of him. Soon a ticket master- no more than the age of tweleve came floating by- two eyes following him as he held out a gloved white hand. Looking at the ticket he handed them to the boy, who took them and shreaded them in his hand processed shredder and moved on. On the first stop- people filed in, a veiled woman sitting next to him with a child in a wooven fruit basket- the child- of course wasn't human, and a male in a kitsune mask infront of him, smoking out of a Kiseru, and beside him sat the cat that minded it own bussniess.

It wasnt till the fourth stop he was left alone- the only residing was the cat. Rengoku looked over and waved smally with a bright smile but the cat never did respond.

Not so long after the same floating boy came back over- pointing to the door as the train came to a stop.

The cat got up as well as Rengoku went over the doors opening as they both walked out. Rengoku watched as the black cat made it own way leaving Rengoku alone in silence. Looking around he found some stairs, traveling up them he came to a back alley, he almost walked into busy foot-traffic, luckily stopping himself in time as he watched people pass by, werid items in there hands, dressed weirdly, some dressed in what seemed to be a uniform.

"You really are a slow one aren't you."

Rengoku looked up seeing the black cat sitting on an on-ing.

"Oh. So you do speak." Rengoku smiled. "I am-"

"Rengoku Koyojuro. I know who you are." The cat spoke, "why are you here?"

"I was sent on an assignment you see!" Kyojuro spoke with a bright smile, "that ticketmaster took my map. But I still have the letter- hey where are we?"

"Modern time- futuristic for you." The cat spoke, "Just do your job and leave. Don't cause a ruckus."

The cat left as Rengoku looked out into the crowd, with a bright smile on his face, and a hop in his stepped out into the crowd, just to be carried away by the crashing wave of people. When he finally got out of the crowd he looked around looking at the letter.

'Find Y/n'

Wss the first thing that stood out to him, he went to the closest person in veiw. A young girl in a school uniform with her friends.

"Excuse me!" Rengoku smiled happily.

The girls looked back at him- immediately flushed at his apperance, "Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find a Y/n?"

"Y-Y-Y/n? Y/n? W-w-what?" One girl spoke a flushing mess as she looked at the young man.

"Hmm..." Rengoku thought looking down at the paper.

"Ah! A Y/n L/n! Or a L/n Y/n! Which ever way sounds familiar would really help!" Rengoku smiled.

"L/n?"

"Ah as in L/n-Sensei!" One girl pipped up.

"The pretty teacher?" Another girl asked.

"Pretty teacher?" Rengoku asked.

One nodded, "She works at the highschool. Shes Mirus home room! Isnt that right Miru-san?!"

"H-huh! Oh...yeah!" She flustered.

"She should still be at the school. She said she had a meeting."

"Where can I find this highschool?"

"Its down that way."

Thanking the young women he left to find this highschool.

Walking along the streets he seen cars and bikes past by- confusing him- but interesting him none the less. Asking for directions once more he had made it to the school, walking through the front gate he stopped hearing windows being opened abruptly.

A young woman stood there, her hair down and relaxed as the breeze blew through it softly. The breeze now dismissed- showed her face, Kyojuro awe strucken by her appearance, she seemed to be the only simple thing in this hetic world he had traveled too- her bright colorful eyes made her stick out- show casing her warm heart and soul as she smiled.

From the corner of her eye she spotted the bright colors of the sun. Turning her head down she looked at the male looking up at her- there bright eyes locking with one another.

It was silent, the breeze coming and going as they stayed awe strucken by one another.

"Can I help you with something sir?"

There it was. Her voice, a love striken arrow piercing Rengoku's heart.

"My name is Rengoku Kyojuro."

His voice sent a warm fuzz to her cheeks.

"I am L/n Y/n."

This was her.

"I. I've heard of you." Rengoku called back, "I was wondering. If you'd like to become friends!"

"A pretty bold move for friendship Mr.Kyojuro!"

Rengoku smiled, "I suppose it is Ms.L/n!"

"we can grab some yakisoba, maybe a beer? Or some sake?"

Rengoku nodded as Y/n smiled, "Give me time to grab my things."

Rengoku patiently waited as the woman soon came down the steps and out the school.

"Its nice to meet you as a whole rather than just your upper half." Rengoku smiled as Y/n chuckled softly.

"So. How about that food?"

That was the start of it, there meeting- they had sat and ate talking along the way, laughing and joking- until Kyojuro brought his reasoning for being where they were.

"A demon train?" Y/n asked.

"It may be hard to believe-"

"It really isn't!" Y/n said, "This is the modern world after all- just if your a supposed demon slayer why didnt you just kill the thing instead of boarding it?"

"I'm still asking myself that question!" He laughed rubbing the back of his neck with a smile.

Y/n ate some rice as he contuied to talk,

He may be hot but kinda childish- or is it dense...

"So whats the plan then? How are you getting back?" Y/n asked.

"Oh." Rengoku spoke.

Well atleast he has a plan

"You see. I don't exactly know!" He finished.

Of course he doesnt have a plan

"Well how about staying at my place until then?" Y/n asked, "I teach mythology and history.So you'll be my living reference in return"

"That sounds great!"

"Well first we should dress you modernly. Im sure the police will arrest you for walking around with a sword." Y/n informed.

"Oh."

Rengoku listened as Y/n informed him on the modern world the two soon returning to her place, he was most interested in the colorized pictures on the wall as she started informing him on where things were.

"Rengoku?"

"Hmm?"

She turned around to see him with a frame in his hand, but he soon set it down.

"Something wrong?"

"No. Nothing at all. I've never seen so many. Who paints them all?" He asked curiously.

"There taken with a camera that links to my printer." Y/n informed.

"Can we take one? You know before we figure out a way for me to get back!" Rengoku asked.

"Yeah I don't see why not." Y/n smiled.

Rengoku smiled as Y/n continued the house tour. The next few days Y/n would help Rengoku get accustomed to modern life, and he'd teach her about his time- simple things she wanted to know really. He accompanied her to school where he sat in the corner in the from of the class- or in the back depending on the time. Most of the highschool girls fauned over him- and maybe even some of the boys.

It was safe to say- Y/n and Rengoku had become friends. Yet that didn't stop Rengoku from wanting to return home. A week into his visit he was still there, and he was missing home none the less.

Y/n frowned seeing Rengoku doodling little images of his old friends and world.

"What do you want for dinner today Rengoku?" Y/n asked.

"I picked yesterday! You can pick today!" He spoke smiling.

"How about pozole?" Y/n asked.

"Is that new?" He asked.

"No." Y/n responed, "it's a hispanic dish. I figured while your hear. Maybe you could try some other cultural food! Fish isnt the only thing out there you know!"

Rengoku smiled softly, "that sounds great then."

Y/n smiled, "how about helping me?"

Rengoku nodded as the two got to work. He had found himself attached- warm hearted next to her. He knew she was going out of her way to not only help him, but try and feel better.

They cooked and cooked, the two laughing along the way as they sat down with there bowls to eat.

Rengoku took a spoonful happily, "It's diffrent. I like it!"

Y/n smiled, "Im glad you like it so much. Now you know how to make it so you can make it whenever!"

He nodded as they contuied to eat, "I was thinking."

Rengoku looked up from his bowl, "maybe we could take the camera out? Go take some pictures together?"

Rengoku nodded with a smile, "I'd enjoy that!"

"Then it settled! We can go out after we eat!"

The dinner was filled with laughter and jokes, dishwashing contained a bubble fight. Ending in the two of them sitting against the counter taking a break. Just for them to get up again and get ready to head out, Y/n with a camera in her hands.

The evening was warm, and happy- a smile not leaving any of there faces. It was mostly goofy pictures of the two of them doing things- just one- as the other one was usually taking the picture.

Y/n intruppted a man for a quick question as he happily agreed, Y/n ran over to Rengoku pulling on the haori he had overlaping his buttonup.

"He's gonna take a picture of us." Y/n said pointing to the man who held the camera.

Rengoku nodded in understanding as the two stood ready bright smiles on there faces as they stood infront of some neosigns.

"There we go!"

"Thanks alot!"

"It was no problem!"

Y/n smiled looking at the photo.

"One more place?" She asked.

Rengoku agreed as she pulled him along, the route soon told him where they were going.

"I figured." Y/n spoke walking down the stairs, "the trainstation of which you magically appeared would be a nice photo right?"

Rengoku nodded, "It would be nice."

Y/n smiled as she found a rock to perch the camera on, "it'll be on a timer so I'll rush over and we can take the picture!"

Rengoku watched as she quickly ran over the two smiling as she held his arm, there fingers interlaced with each others. The photo snapped and Y/n smiled rushing over to get it. Making there way home Rengoku looked at her free hand, hanging by her side as she held the camera in one hand.

Feeling his pinky being taken he looked back down and noticed Y/n wrapped her pinky around his, looking back up at her she walked normally- following in suit he wrapped his pinky around hers.

"Hey Rengoku..."

"Hmm?"

She was silent for a mintue, "nevermind..."

Rengoku frowned as they got home, taking there shoes off, Y/n took her coat off and Rengoku hung his haori up besides it.

"I...Im gonna go print these pictures-"

"Wait a mintue." Rengoku said grabbing her hand, "What. What were you going to say? Before the nevermind. It must've been important."

"No. Nothing." Y/n spoke walking away and to her desk, "We should get these printed."

The mood suddenly changed, it was lighthearted once more as they figured out what pictures to print. Rengoku watched her smile and laugh as he stood over the chair using the back as a leaning support.

"Hey! Thats a good one!" Rengoku pointed out at the picture of Y/n feeding the deer they seen passing a tea garden.

Y/n looked at him, his face now level with hers as he looked at the computer with a smile. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek he flustered immediately.

They looked at each other, Y/n flushing immediately.

"S-sorry." She apologized.

"You missed." Rengoku told her.

"I-I missed?" Y/n asked as Rengoku pecked her lips softly.

"See I didn't miss." He smiled brightly, "You try again-"

Rengoku was silenced as Y/n kissed him again, this time, the kiss lasted longer than a peck.

Standing up her hands ran through his hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He only responded with his hands on her hips, pushing into the kiss more she stumbled back a bit and bumped into her desk.

Pulling away Rengoku smiled softly as did she, "sorry." He apologized with a light laugh.

She chuckled lightly, her head resting against his, "you...kiss good."

Rengoku flushed softly as Y/n rubbed the back of her head.

"I uh. The printers in my room." She spoke softly rushing off flushed as he followed with a smile.

She looked at the pictures with a smile, as he stood in her doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Hey. Rengoku here are-"

She froze as he was suddenly next to her, a smile as he observed her.

"W-what is it?"

He sighed,tossing his Haori on her bed as he rolled up his sleeves. Gulping unknowing of what was to happen she was suddenly picked up.

"If I want to keep that smile on your face! I suppose I must tickle you!"

"Wait! Rengoku!-"

She was tossed on the bed as he climbed over her. Almost immediately tickling her she cried out in laughter, finishing off his tickling with a kiss to her lips he laid on his side, waiting for her to calm down.

"Want another tickle?"

"No! No. Im okay." She chuckled as he smiled.

Sighing she finally calmed down, the two laying on the bed together in peace, she yawned as he covered them with the white, flamed desgined haori.

"Im glad I found you." Rengoku spoke softly kissing her head as she smiled.

"I love you Ren." She smiled hugging him.

"I love you too N/n."

The two fell asleep in each others embrace, the suns rays of the next day only waking the two up.

Rengoky yawned as he sat up, back pain immense as he covered his eyes from the sun- which was odd as he remembered you only opening your curtains a bit.

"Aniki?"

He looked behind him seeing Tanjiro.

"Ah! Thank god we found you!" Tanjiro sighed in relief.

Tanjiro?

Why was Tanjiro here?

Wait.

Rengoku looked around quickly, "No. No. No. No no. No. No! No!" He cried getting up to his feet.

He had returned to the trainstation that started his journey.

"Y/n!" He called out, maybe you had been brought back with him, "Y/n!"

Tanjiro frowned at Rengoku's sudden burst.

"Hey. Hey! Calm down. Aniki what's wrong? What happened?" Tanjiro attempted to calm, "where did these chlothes come from?"

"No! She was here! She was with me! I-" Rengoku jumbled together.

"Aniki. Please. Take a deep breathe." Tanjiro spoke holding Rengoku's arms, "maybe that will jog your memory?"

Rengoku turned arouned to see his sword on the floor and under it was paper. Rushing over he looked at the papers- photos you had printed and taken for him. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as Tanjiro comforted him.

[spencersstrawberryjello]

Shitty Slasher Film (Spencer Reid + gn!MC - platonic)

Summary: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 (and minor season 7 spoilers but I figure if you’ve seen season 8 you’ve probably seen season 7 already lmao) MC and Spencer decide to go see a slasher film, but it takes a turn for the worse when the killer begins to stalk his victim. 

Content: Hurt/Comfort (because literally what else do I write at this point)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, depressive thoughts, and swearing

MC’s name and pronouns: Neither explicitly mentioned

Word Count: 2285

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The plan was simple.

We were going to see a new horror movie in the theaters - it seemed similar to a slasher film that Morgan, Garcia, Reid and I had seen like six or seven months ago, so I didn’t think anything of it when we booked the tickets. Morgan and Garcia couldn’t make it tonight, unfortunately, but we still elected to go on our own, thinking it would be a fun little outing. That was, until the film started.

The lights came up on a woman, walking through a back alley alone, at night. Typical. I even glanced over at Spencer and rolled my eyes a bit, and he grinned at the stereotypical horror movie trope.

She died, of course, and for the first half of the movie I genuinely thought it was going to be exactly what we assumed. We were laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, with the stupid special effects and the subpar acting. But everything went off the rails after the first half of the movie.

The killer had revealed his primary target, his endgame, and - much to my horror - he had begun to stalk her.

Scenes of her creating a disguise, moving houses, throwing away her phone, spun a dark web that I didn’t ever want to think about. But I had more pressing things to worry about than my fear at a movie that was literally intended to make you scared.

I glanced over at Spencer, and I could tell that his breathing had picked up. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles as white as his face had turned. I put a hand over his, and his attention snapped to me.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked him. It was a stupid question, and one I already knew the answer to, but it was the first thing I could think to say. He looked like he was weighing his options for a moment before he shook his head.

“Do you want to leave?” I followed. He nodded, eyes wild, and we quickly grabbed our bags and left, just as the stalker had pulled a gun on his victim. Spencer took one last look at the screen, watching with wide eyes as the victim begged for her life. It was like a trainwreck; he couldn’t take his eyes off the movie, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as the stalker pulled the trigger, and the woman crumpled to the ground. He practically jumped out of his skin when the gunshots fired, and I grabbed his arm to usher him out.

I didn’t realize the full extent of his panic until we made it out of the theater, bursting through the doors into the significantly brighter lights of the hallway. He immediately sat down on the couch near the doors, head in his hands, breathing rapidly.

“Ok, you’ve gotta breathe, Reid. You’ve gotta breathe, alright? In through your nose, out through your mouth, can you do that?” I adjusted my breathing to fit the pattern, and saw that he had started to slow his as well. “Good, ok… we can sit here for as long as you need to, just focus on your breathing.”

He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, continuing to breathe slowly before lifting his head from his hands. His eyes were red, and it was clear he’d been trying to fight off tears.

“Reid, I’m so sorry -”

It was at that moment that he cut me off with a hug, tucking his head in the crook of my neck as I felt his body lightly shake with sobs. After a second I hugged him back, not used to physical affection from him, but not opposed as long as he was ok with it.

“It reminded you too much of Maeve, didn’t it?” I asked, trying to ensure that the story I had in my head was correct. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps again, and I hugged him a bit tighter. “Reid, I’m so sorry, I never would’ve suggested this movie if I’d known the turn the story was going to take.”

He shook his head, sucking in deep breaths before finally attempting to speak. “No, no, it’s ok, I know that you wouldn’t have done this on purpose. It’s just…”

He trailed off, but I knew what he was trying to say. “I was there that day, Reid. I know how much she meant to you.”

“The girl in the movie kind of looked like her. You know? Same hair, same face shape… when I saw the fear in her eyes, all I could imagine was Maeve, terrified, with a gun to her head. The woman I love - loved. The woman I loved. Scared, and alone.”

“Oh, Reid… you know it’s not your fault, right? You did everything you could to save her.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I should’ve closed my eyes, I should’ve tackled Diane - hell, I should’ve shot that bitch the minute I walked into the room! Instead I stood there. I stood there while the woman I loved died in front of me, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Spencer.” I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling back from the hug to look into his eyes. “You absolutely cannot blame yourself for this. What happened to Maeve was horrible, but it was not your fault. And you can’t live your life with that on your conscience.”

“Maybe I deserve to.” His voice was soft as he tucked his head back into the crook of my neck, and I put my arms around him, one hand lightly rubbing his back. My heart broke for the man in my arms - my best friend - as he sniffled, a few stray tears still trickling down his face.

“You don’t deserve to live with that kind of guilt, Spencer. Guilt for something you didn’t even do. And I’m so, so sorry that you feel that way. And I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“Sorry doesn’t make it go away,” He argued, his voice muffled by the fabric of my t-shirt, “Sorry doesn’t bring her back.”

I heard his voice hitch when he said it, and I held him a bit tighter. “I know it doesn’t.”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice thick with tears begging to be released. “I just wish I could bring her back.”

It was as if saying it broke something in him, and I felt his body shake as he cried again, consumed by grief and guilt unlike anything I could ever imagine. He was usually so closed off about his emotions that having him crying in my arms was a rare occurrence, even after years of friendship. The last time he was like this was after Emily’s… “death,” and even that wasn’t near as intense.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat on that bench, the orange lights of the movie theater hallway creating a strange liminal sensation as I held Spencer, finally releasing the emotions he’d clearly been pushing away since Maeve’s death.

Eventually, he stopped crying, his breathing returning to something close to normal, and he pulled away from me, his eyes red from tears.

“I’m sor -”

“Nope, do not even start to apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He closed his mouth, contemplating saying something else for a second before nodding, hugging me again.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Reid. Do you want to go back to my place? We can order a pizza, and watch a movie - something we know this time. If you need to be alone, I understand, but -”

He shook his head. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady my own breathing after everything that just happened, “Good. Are you ok to walk to the car?”

“Yeah… I’m not sure how talkative I’m going to be tonight though…” He kind of trailed off, clearly drained, but not wanting to be alone.

“I understand; you know there’s no expectations with me, Reid. If you want to just wrap yourself up in a blanket and eat junk food, I get it. I just want to be there, to make sure that you’re ok.”

He gave me a small smile, and I grinned, grabbing his hand to help him off the bench. We made our way out to my car, and I climbed in, starting it before turning on the radio.

Spencer was pretty much silent the entire drive back to my apartment, the noise in the car mostly consisting of the music and my less than stellar singing. When we finally pulled into the complex, we headed upstairs to my place.

“I’m gonna order the food. Do you wanna find something on Netflix you like?” I asked as I unlocked the door. He nodded, and I threw my keys on the kitchen counter, putting in the pizza order on my computer. I saw him grab a blanket from the basket in the living room, wrapping it around his shoulders and plopping down on my couch.

I expected to return to the living room to see whatever movie we were watching cued up on the TV. Instead, I saw Spencer, staring at the wall across from him, remote untouched on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I sat down next to him, gently putting one hand on his shoulder, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

He was silent for a moment, and I could see the mental battle he was fighting. Eventually, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m afraid… I’m afraid that if I allow myself to grieve, if I allow myself to think about what happened, I won’t be able to stop. It’s been almost four months, I thought the pain would be gone by now. But it isn’t, it’s… I just miss her. I miss her so much.”

“I know, Reid. I know.”

He leaned into me, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him, the thoughts of pizza and a movie completely abandoned in my mind. Instead, all of my attention was on Spencer as he spoke again.

“On the last case, Rossi talked to me. I told him that I wasn’t sleeping because whenever I did, I would dream of her. Of Maeve. And everytime I saw her, I felt nothing but relief flooding my mind. I told him how she would always ask me to dance, and how I always said no. I never even got to hold her when she was alive, and I was scared that if I gave into the fantasy, I would be lost forever,” He took in a shaky breath before he continued, “And he said I should. He said, ‘just let it happen, Spencer.’ So I did. I danced with her, I held her, and when I woke up, she was all I could think about. The way it felt to wrap my arms around her, the way her head fit perfectly into the crook of my neck while we danced. It took another day before I could think about anything but her, before I could stop wallowing in my grief enough to function. And since that night, I haven’t allowed myself to give into the fantasy again, the fantasy of having her back. I think… I think that if I let it happen again, I won’t be able to come back from it. It’ll just consume me.”

“Spencer…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say. He just shook his head, telling me I didn’t need to say anything as we sat there on my couch in silence. He wasn’t crying, he hadn’t cried since we left the theater. He was just… hollow. Everything that he’d been trying to repress - to compartmentalize - had finally caught up to him, in the form of a shitty slasher movie that we’d gotten cheap tickets to see.

I held him tighter, wishing that I could figure out something to say to comfort him, to take away his pain. But I knew there was nothing I could do. Nothing I could do but just be there.

“Have you ever considered talking to someone? Like, not someone from the team - a professional?” I asked.

“I’ve thought about it. But… we’re experts in human behavior, you know? What’s a therapist going to be able to tell me that I can’t already profile myself?”

“Well, it might be helpful to have a licensed professional to talk to about this stuff. Someone who can actually give you advice on how to handle your emotions. Because as much as I am absolutely here for you no matter what, I’m afraid I’m not great at mental health advice.”

“Yeah… maybe.” He sounded dubious about the idea, and while I wanted to encourage him further, I didn’t want to push him today. So I settled for just gently rubbing his back as he laid in my arms, staring at the wall. Eventually, the doorbell rang, and I got up to get the pizza, bringing it back into the living room and setting it down on the coffee table. By now, he’d sat up, the blanket still pulled around his shoulders, but at least a bit more present.

“Thank you,” He said, for the second time that day. I just smiled at him.

“Of course. I love you, Reid. And I’m always here, whatever you need.”

“I love you too,” He gave me a small smile back before turning his attention to the coffee table, “But I also love food - I’m starving.”

I laughed as I handed him a plate, joining him on the couch as we both dug in.  

[tuffduff]

But...I Like You (Dave Mustaine x Reader)

Pairing: fluff Dave Mustaine x female reader

Words: 2,384

Summary: Dave’s never been one for the holidays or romance, not until one fateful day at the laundromat changes everything. Suddenly, he finds himself seeing The Nutcracker and wonders just what lengths he’d go for this girl.

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers

Dave couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror. His frame was wrapped in a new and unusually lavish coat, the first coat he owned that actually fit him—hell, the first coat he had bought ever. There was a scarf around his neck made of something called cashmere, something he never thought he would have adorning his body. Most notable, however, was the look of glassy fear in his eyes.

He had let go of general fear a long time ago. Fear held him back, and he wasn’t about to let anything hold him back. And who the fuck cares, really? But there it was again, that little uncertain glimmer making his eyes frown. He couldn’t decide what he didn’t like more—his outfit or the look on his face.

When he walked out to the living room of his apartment, he nearly tried to sneak back into his room, but Junior and Jeff had already caught sight of him.

“Woah there, is that you, Dave? Are you under there?” Jeff teased and Dave was already glaring.

“Man, where are you going, huh? I didn’t realize you even owned this outfit.” Junior added, to which Dave felt less anger, so he focused on him, rather than Jeff—who he still wanted to punch.

“To see a show.” He said curtly, trying to close the conversation forcefully, of course, to no avail.

“You’re not going to the movies dressed like that. Where are you actually going?” Jeff joked, glancing at Junior to be backed up.

“I never said movie.” Dave retorted, glaring at the guitarist before he gathered his wallet and looked for his keys.

“So, where are you really going?”

“I’m going to see a production, it’s at the Opera House, it’s a little more upscale—”

“Opera House? You’re going to see an opera?” Jeff exploded

“No.” Dave snapped, growing more annoyed.

“What does this mean for Megadeth?” Jeff just kept pestering until Dave finally yelled.

“It’s the fucking Nutcracker!” Jeff and Junior were silent before they began to laugh. “Look, it wasn’t my idea—clearly. The San Francisco Ballet Company is doing their annual show, apparently they were the first in the US to produce a full-length production, and Y/N really wanted to go…”

“Oh,” Junior realized, leaning his head back with a knowing look on his face that made Dave glare again. “Y/N.”

“Yeah, shut up about it.” Dave snapped. Jeff looked between them.

“Y/N? Who’s Y/N?”

“This girl Dave met a while back at the laundromat.” Jeff raised an eyebrow.

“Think you met ‘the one’ at the laundromat, huh?” Jeff said incredulously. Dave sent another glare at Junior before he finally saw his keys laying on the kitchen counter and snatched them up.

“You’ll never be capable of knowing what I think, Jeff. You lack the brain cells.” He snapped, leaving the apartment. Outside, he let out a breath that he could see in the air.

Was he being too harsh on his band mates? No, never that. Was he being defensive? Maybe. Was he being stupid? Yes.

Stupid for letting you actually make him have these little daydreams littering his head for the past few weeks.

It started at the laundromat, yes, but Dave wasn’t the type of man that idealized romantic prospects. The light didn’t hit you in a certain way and the angels didn’t sing like the way it always did in those cliche romance movies. Rather, you dropped your entire load of laundry on the floor in front of him.

“Shoot,” you had sighed, merely looking at the garments of clothing with disdained tiredness. As he watched it all unfold, he had imagined what he would do in that moment—probably react in some type of anger—and watched as a smile came across your face before you looked directly at him. It was just a brief moment, but Dave felt like he was confined to that chair for an hour. Like he’d never been seen before in his life until that moment, in the dimly lit dingy laundromat.

“It must be Monday.” You said, before calmly getting on your knees and beginning to put the clothes back in the basket. For some reason, he found himself next to you.

“It’s Sunday.” He corrected you, to which you laughed.

“Even worse.”

His hand landed on a Led Zeppelin shirt to which he glanced over at you. “You a fan?”

“Yeah! Love them. How can you go wrong with them?” You eyed him again longer than he expected and he nearly winced when you narrowed them speculatively. “You look familiar.”

“I’m in a band.” He admitted, before too quickly adding, “Megadeth.” He hoped to see realization light your eyes, but you shook your head.

“No. Maybe I’ve seen your face on MTV?”

“There’s a chance.”

“I was joking.” You laughed. “But clearly, you’re not, huh. You know, there’s a record store across the street. Prove it.” You smiled at him.

The both of you left your laundry to be washed and headed over to the local record shop decorated with string Christmas lights on the roof and frosted windows. He bought their latest for you So Far, So Good…So What? and briefly gave you quick insight about where he got the name of the band from, song titles, why he enjoyed music...

Okay, he spilled his guts. He couldn’t stop talking. But that wasn’t his fault—you were hanging onto his every word. You listened, really listened; you seemed to listen more than anyone he had ever spoken to. More than that, you seemed to understand. And so, he went back to the laundromat next week at the same exact time, walking as quick as he could and hating that fact that he was doing so, until he felt relief when he saw you inside again.

You remembered him too—you smiled when you saw him. “It must be Sunday, huh?”

“Got it right this time.” He replied with a smirk.

Dave was aware he could talk someone’s ear off. He had a lot to say about the world and its affairs and usually didn’t care a whole lot about other people’s thoughts—they were usually stupid. But you, he made an active attempt to listen to. He listened rather than spoke, and when he did speak, he would ask questions, trying to get to know you on an even deeper level. And just as he assumed, you kept his attention better than anyone else.

You had a way of looking at the world from a completely different perspective than him. Like it was something to be solved. Like a bad thing didn’t mean it was the end of the road. That nothing really stays dead, that every little thing has a purpose, a meaning.

“Surely that’s not true.” Dave finally said. “Not every single thing has a meaning. Some things are just the way they are and that’s the way it is.” You just smiled at him.

“If it weren’t for the fact that my washer broke, I wouldn’t have come here. And if it weren’t for the fact that I thought it was Monday—my usual laundry day—instead of Sunday, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Dave didn’t understand the way his heart pounded a little harder. He wondered if he imagined the way your eyes stared a little too long at his and felt absolutely stupid for even having such a thought. And yet, he couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down your body. He couldn’t stop himself from telling David about you.

Oh, he knew exactly what was happening. He was strapped in on a rollercoaster ride and he was nearing the drop, unable to do nothing but watch as he felt things he’d never felt before. The whole reason he pursued guitar playing was to pick up girls; he had had lots of girls. And you, you weren’t like them. You seemed to admire him for being in a band, but you were more interested in why he hated breakfast and never ate it. Or why he didn’t like Christmas.

“This doesn’t just make you automatically happy?” You questioned him, gesturing to the atmosphere that surrounded the two of you. Your meetings had upgraded to a coffee shop. Dave didn’t drink coffee, but he watched you order a hot chocolate and realized maybe that was okay and ordered the same.

“What? The crowds, the god-awful music, the annoying lights everywhere, everyone’s ugly sweaters?” You grinned and laughed, and he wished the sound could be pumped out of the shop’s speakers rather than “Jingle Bells.”

“It’s just the time of year when everything is supposed to go right.” You ignored him, smiling a little. “When I was a kid, I used to go and see The Nutcracker with my family every year. The San Francisco Ballet Company started it—they had the first full length production back in 1944. Or at least, that’s what my mom said.”

“I’m guessing they’ve got shows going on with it being so close to Christmas.” Dave wasn’t sure why he was saying that. You nodded.

“Yeah, their last show is Sunday.”

“Why don’t we go?” You were just as surprised as he was.

“What? You’re kidding. A ballet doesn’t seem very up your alley, Mr. Megadeth.”

“Try me, think I’m just some metal knucklehead that couldn’t appreciate it?”

“I don’t think you would like it.”

“Maybe I will, you don’t know me.” You chuckled, but still appeared unsure, which only made him more determined. “Look, you said you haven’t been in forever. I’m in a good place this year after the album, those tickets will be nothing. It’s on me. So, if I were you, I would just agree before I change my mind.”

“Well...alright.”

And here he was outside this damn theater, pulling on his coat, knowing his hair was out of place despite that fact that he had tied it back. He was still getting strange looks by the crowd of couples walking arm in arm into the theater, telling him without words that he didn’t belong.

“Dave?” He heard from behind him and turned. He was already thinking of some kind of dry teasing reply, but all words left his head at the sight of you, dressed nicer than he’d seen you yet, every hair in place. “Look at you! You own a scarf?” He scoffed, feeling a smirk grow on his face.

“Stole it from a guy on my way here.” He joked to make you laugh. To his surprise, you also leaned in and kissed his cheek. As if that’s just what you did. All of it was so foreign; you, this theater, this ballet show. And he was a puzzle piece that shouldn’t fit.

“Shall we?” You asked. He was still trying to find the words to compliment you, but instead, he nodded.

In your seats with the lights down, Dave alternated his time from watching the stage and the dancers to the other audience members, young and old alike. All of them seemed to fit each other’s company, each other’s social circle; he was the anomaly.

And then there was you, which he elected to watch for the rest of his time. The way your eyes quickly flitted back and forth as you took in the sight, your eyebrows raising, how you’d hold your breath for a second at the really dramatic parts.

All of a sudden, there was you, sweeter than a sugar plum, somehow embodying all the niceness everyone said Christmas was supposed to be about. Thanks to you, he was out of his element, and he felt like he was meant to be there. After all, where did he really belong anyway?

Did it matter if he could be anywhere with you?

“So?” You asked him eagerly after the show when the lights came back on. The two of you sat in your seats as everyone around you stood, in no hurry.

“You’re going to be surprised to hear this, but there are a lot of similarities between classical music and metal. Really, Tchaikovsky’s stuff isn’t so different than—”

“I meant the show! The story! Oh, did you see the costumes?” You laughed, and he smiled, shaking his head at you.

“To be honest, I was watching you most of the time.” You seemed startled by his words, and he took your speechlessness as the chance to keep going. “I couldn’t find the words to tell you earlier how beautiful you look. Really, this whole night I just kept thinking that maybe it was a mistake. That I’m not the type of guy that comes here, I’m the guy playing in the sleazy, dark club on the bad side of town. But I was wrong. And I’m glad I came; I should have done it right though. I should’ve brought you flowers, picked you up, I should’ve complimented you as soon as I saw you, I should have kissed you when you kissed my cheek—”

“Dave.” You interrupted him calmly, taking his hand in yours and giving him an ever-growing smile. “You have no idea how much this means to me. Christmas is my favorite time of the year, but this year it’s been so hectic, and I haven’t been able to really enjoy it...until now. That was all I actually wanted. I don’t care about the flowers.” He stared at you for a second before he smiled.

“That’s all?” He asked before he leaned in closer, grazing the side of your cheek with his lips as he whispered. “You don’t want one more thing?” He felt your hand rest on his cheek and turned his head to press his lips to yours, savoring the moment and realizing he had never really been kissed before, not like this.

“Well, I guess that too.” You mumbled with that sweet smile on your face before you looked up at him with big eyes. “Okay but really, was it up to your standards, or was I right all along?”

“I hate Christmas. And I don’t really enjoy the things that come with it.” He admitted with a keen smirk as he pulled back, and you giggled. He let himself enjoy the feeling of your face cradled between his hands, so used to always cradling a guitar, this new sensation—skin-on-skin—was intoxicating. As were your lips, that he leaned in again to steal another kiss from. “But...I like you.”

[reidgraygubler]

a different type of high (spencer reid/reader) pt 9

Title:  A Different Type of High (part nine)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader

Category: angst

Content Warning: mentions of kidnapping, swearing, usual criminal minds case stuff, struggles w/ sobriety, vague thoughts of doing drugs (dilaudid)

Word Count: 2,583

Summary: Spencer and the team begin to profiler what happened to Reader and try to save them.

A/N: This part and the next part are both a little darker, so please read with caution. If I missed anything in the content warning, please let me know and I’ll fix that. thank you all for the love and support on this series! It really means a lot to me! check out my masterlist!

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 Plastic shopping bags were thrown on the ground, along with piles of papers and books, and melted ice cream pooling on the ground. The top of the table behind my couch was a mess, messier than when I left it. Everything that it held, including the home phone, was thrown to the ground. I tried not to think about where they might be...

“Obvious sign of struggle…” Derek whispered as we entered my home. I swallowed roughly as I looked around the place. I walked away from the team.

I walked into the kitchen, my eyes instantly being drawn to the pile of mug debris on the ground. The shards of a broken mug from this morning. They never got the chance to clean it… I half expected that… But… 

“Are you alright, Kid?” Derek asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I jumped slightly as I turned to look at him. I tried to keep a friendly face, but it was hard when someone was pointing out the obvious. 

“Do you know what they were doing today?” JJ looked at me from her spot on the couch. I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Were they just going to hang out here the whole day?”

“No, no… Chores, they said they were… Errands… Uh,” I spoke, my eyes dropping to the ground before I rushed to the bedroom. A purple laundry basket sat on the end of the bed. Laundry… They’ve mentioned a few times they needed to do laundry. 

“What is it, Reid?” Hotch’s voice came from behind me. I stepped up to the basket, looking at the clothing. Sitting on top of the pile was a slip of paper. A paper with the time I would assume it was when they started the laundry. The laundromat by their apartment.

“We have to go here.” I picked up the slip of paper and turned to the people behind me. Emily was the first to look at the paper in my hand. 

“Spencer, a laundromat?” she looked up at me with a raised brow. I stared at her before slowly nodding.

“This laundromat is right across the street from their apartment. They would have gone there to do laundry. We can go there… And… And check the surveillance cameras.” I pulled the ticket from Emily’s hands and looked at it. 

“Reid, you take Emily to the laundromat. Dave, you and JJ will go to the apartment and see if there’s anything there. Derek, the last place…” Aaron’s voice went on, telling Derek they were going to the market down the street. It was his assumption that the market was the last place they went to before they came home.

“Everything will be okay, Spencer,” Emily spoke from beside me. I looked over at her, noting the way she looked back at me. “We’ll find them, and they’ll be safe,” she whispered.

“That’s what I keep telling myself,” I whispered, mostly to myself. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. 

The drive to the laundromat was silent. Neither Emily nor I spoke a word. The silence was painful, near deafening. I don’t think anything either of us said would have helped either. Granted, I don’t think I had anything to say that Emily didn’t already know. And, vice versa…

I pulled up to a stop in front of the laundromat. My hands were clenched around the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles had turned white.

“Oh, Spencer,” Emily started again, her hand reaching out to hold mine, and I let her. I was so used to having to keep my emotions to myself, that I couldn’t stop myself when I finally broke. Emily let me fall into her shoulder. She turned more to embrace me. “Listen, listen, this will end up okay. Things will be okay. You’ll be back in each other’s arms in no time.” 

“You know, Spence.”

“Listen, Emily, I know you mean well, but… All I care about right now is getting them home safely… And…” I started talking, but my words began to fail me as my voice cracked. “I don’t know how to do this… This…” I sighed deeply as I looked up at her, “They’re helping me… And in turn… I’m helping them,” I rubbed the underside of my nose. 

I tried not to talk, or think, about the statistics of kidnapping survivors. We both knew the outcome and statistics of that. The number of kidnapping cases we’ve worked on… How many of those had a happy ending?

“We should get going… The quicker we get this over with, the quicker I can get out of this nightmare,” I muttered before slipping out of the car and walking towards the door of the laundromat. Emily quietly followed behind me, walking just a step slower than me. 

My eyes scanned the room, noting that it was basically empty except for two men leaning against a washing machine. It was a grimy place, but at least they had cameras. 

“Spencer, we should talk about what-”

“You’re talking to him.” One of the men looked at me. A toothpick hung from the corner of his mouth, and I had to stop myself from thinking about how unclean that was.

I ignored what she was saying and walked up to the two men, my badge already in hand. The two looked up at me with annoyance. What important thing could they be talking about to be so annoyed by a federal agent?

“I’m Spencer Reid, I’m with the FBI. This is Emily Prentiss… Do you know who the owner is?” I looked between the two. Emily looked over at me with a raised brow.

“We’re investigating a missing persons case… We have reason to believe this was their last location before they went missing,” Emily started before I could get the chance. I glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the two men. “We just want to take a look at the security camera footage to make sure that’s the case,” she concluded with a nod. I stared at the men and swallowed roughly. They both made me feel… uneasy.

“Do you have a warrant?” he gruffly asked. I stared at him, watching the toothpick move with each word he said. It was near impossible not to lift my fist and-

“We’ll come back with one,” Emily spoke up before I had the chance to snap back or even punch the guy.  

Emily wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me back outside. It was probably a good thing she did that too. The air was refreshing and made me realize the mistake I was about to make.

“They know something. Why else would they ask about a warrant?” I looked at her as I rambled. Emily looked at me and nodded.

“I understand. Maybe Hotch and Derek found something at the market… Or JJ and Rossi with the apartment.” She turned to face me, her hands resting on my shoulders. I stared at her, and it was then I could tell there were tears forming in my eyes. There was no way of stopping them from slipping down my cheeks. Emily saw it too. She pulled me into her body, her arms wrapping around my body. My face was instantly buried into her shoulder. With a deep and shaky breath, I let a sob go through me. 

I wasn’t sure how long we stood like that in the middle of the sidewalk, but I had a feeling it was a really long time. I think what broke us apart was Emily’s phone ringing. 

“Prentiss,” she spoke stepping away from me with her phone pressed to her ear. I fumbled for my car keys before turning to the car. Emily looked at me and nodded before going around to the passenger side of the car. I slipped in before she did. 

“Did they find something?” I looked over at her once she was finally in the car.

“It was Hotch. They sent the market’s security camera footage to Penelope.” She glanced at me as I started the car. I stared at her, feeling my hands tighten on the steering wheel. She looked at my hands before looking back at me. “They’re not sure but they might’ve found something….”

“They think?” I didn’t mean to let there be bitterness be in my tone. I just wanted this to be over. I needed to get my… I don’t even know what to call them… I just needed them… home. 

“Spencer, we’re doing everything we can. You know that,” Emily whispered as she reached out to rest a hand on my arm. I looked away from her and looked out the windshield. “Right now, what we can do is get back to the office and review the video. If they think they have a video with-”

“Then there might be more of a lead. I know,” I whispered before sighing deeply. With the silence now taking over the SUV, I drove away from the laundromat. 

I didn’t want to think about what was happening to them, wherever they are. But it was so hard when it was the most prominent thing there. I tried to not think about how scared they were. All I wanted to do right now was lock myself in the bathroom and-

“Spencer,” Emily spoke, her voice soft and soothing. I blinked before looking over at her. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I just want them safe… That’s all,” I whispered as I looked back out the window. Emily stayed silent after that. And I silently thank God that the rest of the drive was quiet. Even the elevator ride up to the BAU floor was quiet.

“What’d you find?” I looked at Hotch as we walked side by side towards Penelope’s office. 

“They were being followed by two men. Garcia found the CCTV footage all the way down the street, right up to your apartment,” he kept his voice low as we spoke. My heart began pounding in my chest. “Garcia is running facial recognition as we speak. Maybe you can see if you recognize the men from your…” His words trailed off, but I knew, and Emily knew, well enough to know that the rest of his sentence was ‘meetings’. 

“You saw the whole video?” I looked at Hotch. His jaw steeled as he stopped right outside of Penelope’s office. 

“Spencer, I need you to understand.”

“I know what you’re about to say,” I cut him off before he could say anything else, “But I’m not going to take a step back. I’d feel better if I was helping.” I tried to keep a sternness in my words. But I only failed as my voice cracked at the end. “You’d do the same for Haley,” I whispered before turning to enter Penelope’s office.

“They haven’t turned up in facial recognition yet. But I am determined,” Penelope spoke as Emily, Hotch, and I entered the room. I swallowed roughly as I glanced at the several screens. A few of them were occupied by other cases, while others were occupied with this case. “But I cleaned up the footage a bit more… From all the cameras and angles… Maybe you’ll know who it was.” She looked up at me with a certain doom in her eyes. Even though her eyes held that doom, they also had hope. And I was happy someone on the team was hopeful in finding my person. I knew they had gotten close with Penelope...

“Thanks, Penelope. I appreciate it,” I whispered. My appreciation for the clarity of the video went away the second she clicked play. My friend, my person… They had entered the store, with two men right behind… Then they exited the market… With them right behind...

“Reid,” Emily spoke, her voice low as she looked at the same video I was looking at. “Is that?”

My jaw tensed and it was so hard to keep calm as I watched the video on loop. Watching as the two men dragged my kicking and screaming friend out of my apartment building… It felt so hard to breathe, and the room started to spin. I just wanted this situation to go away.

“Yeah,” I swallowed roughly as my eyes were glued to my comfort person and the two men from the laundromat, “It’s them.” I stared at the video for a long time before pushing myself away from the desk and storming off. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but I knew I had to get away from the screens. I hoped Emily would explain who the men were to Hotch and Penelope. 

Instead of going to my desk, or escaping to a drug induced heaven in the bathroom, I found myself sitting on the floor in the hallways. They’d be proud that instead of doing the dangerous thing, I hid in a hall.

I didn’t want to know what JJ and Rossi found at the apartment. The video and my apartment was enough torture for me. The laundromat that was a safe space for both of us, in a way, was no longer a safe space and now a crime scene… Those bastards will have certain hell to pay for the second I ge-

“Hey,” Emily looked down at me. I looked back at her, feeling a dewiness in my eyes. She looked at the ground beside me before gesturing. “This seat taken?”

“No, no… By all means, please.” I shrugged. She looked over at me as she sat down.

“Aaron and Rossi are on their way back to the laundromat. They figured they’d get it out of them…” Emily whispered. I nodded, not saying anything. It was probably best Hotch and Rossi went back. 

“Can… Can you promise me something, Emily,” I whispered as I looked at her.

“Of course, Spence,” she returned as she rested a hand on my knee. I looked at where her hand sat and sighed deeply.

“Make sure I don’t see… These people… These men again…” I struggled to let the words out. I slowly looked back at her face and swallowed roughly. “Because I swear to God… I’ll kill them.” My tone was so low and dark that I actually scared myself. Emily looked at me and nodded.

“Promise,” she whispered and nodded. I wiped my eyes and shook my head.

“This is my fault,” I sighed deeply. Tears were freely rolling down my cheeks, and I did nothing to stop them. “If I hadn’t come into work today… If I had just stayed home.”

“Spencer, you can’t beat yourself up over this. You couldn’t have known this would happen. No one knew it was going to happen.” Emily’s words had meaning in them. I nodded and looked at her.

“I just need someone to blame. And I’m the easiest person to blame right now,” I whispered with a shrug. That was the truth too. If I had called in… Everything would be fine. We wouldn’t be in this mess. I’d be home with my person. We’d be making dinner together. We’d be in bed together. They’d probably still be wearing nothing but one of my button ups. And we’d be talking about our future together.

But because I love my job, and the people I work with… I didn’t call in sick. And I had to get one of the worst phone calls of my life...

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[thebadgerclan]

Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Your second wedding anniversary with Severus...

A/N: I tried, but I wasn’t able to work in the hot tub, sorry!

Y/I is your first initial

“Wake up, love.”  You pressed your lips to Severus' forehead, and he grunted sleepily.  “Come on Sev, wake up.”  He tried to roll back over, but you stopped him, shaking his shoulders.  His eyes finally opened, and you smiled.  “Happy anniversary, Severus,” you said, and he smiled as well, pulling you in for a kiss.  “Happy anniversary, my darling.”  He kissed you again before rolling over to check the time.  “Get dressed,” you told Severus, getting up yourself.  “I have a whole day planned for you.”

He smiled, getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom.  Severus dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black button down before making his way to the living room.  Meanwhile you were dressing as well, a light, flowing sundress, your hair loosely tied up.  Around your neck was the diamond and emerald necklace that Severus had gotten you for as a wedding present.  It was hard to believe that your wedding was 2 years ago; it still felt like only yesterday that you made the Unbreakable Vow to your husband, and every day for the past 2 years, you fell more and more in love.

Severus got to his feet when you entered the living room.  He pulled you into his arms, kissing you sweetly.  “You look radiant, my love,” he complimented, and you blushed.  “Thank you, Sev.  Come on, let’s get going.”  Your husband followed you, his hand clasped in yours as the pair of you walked over the grounds and past the wards.  “Where exactly are you taking me, darling?”  You smirked, taking his arm.  “You’ll see,” you replied, and with a kiss to his cheek, you Apparated away.  

Your feet hit the ground in a field.  A hot air balloon was a few feet from you, primed for flight.  “We’re a few miles away from the castle,” you said, hand still in Severus’ as you walked to the balloon.  “I thought I’d treat you to your favorite brunch after our lie in this morning.”  Severus kissed your hand and helped you into the basket, taking a knee and letting you use his thigh as a step.  He swung his legs over the side of the basket and took in the sight before him.  There was a table laden with Severus’ favorite breakfast with two chairs on either side.  Severus sat down, and you did the same, tapping the balloon with your wand.  It took flight, slowly ascending into the air.

“This is wonderful, Y/N,” he said, pouring himself a cup of tea.  You smiled, plating your food.  “I’m glad you think so, but I have much more planned for you today.”  “Oh?  Care to elaborate.”  “No, I would not,” you replied, taking Severus’ hand over the table.  “You’ll know when you know.”  Severus sighed in mock exasperation, squeezing your hand.  “Very well, my darling wife.”  “Even after 2 years, I never get tired of hearing that.”  “Well then I shall endeavor to call you it more often.”

The two of you enjoyed brunch as the hot air balloon hovered over the rolling fields.  You and your husband spent two hours in the air before returning to the ground.  Severus once more helped you from the basket, and once he himself was out, you took his arm and Apparated again.  This time, you landed in muggle London, and immediately took off into the fray.  You made your way to the theatre which housed Severus’ favorite musical, producing two tickets from your bag.

“You didn’t,” he said in disbelief, and you nodded.  “I did.  Come on, let’s find our seats.”  Severus was in disbelief: this musical was near impossible to get tickets for, and you’d somehow managed it.  As you took your seats, Severus kissed you, cupping your cheek.  “I love you so very much, Y/N,” he said, and you leaned into his touch.  “I love you too, Sev.”  The house lights dimmed and the show began, and the entire time, Severus’ hand didn’t leave yours.

***

After the show, you treated Severus to an early dinner at a 5-star restaurant.  You’d informed the waitstaff that it was your anniversary, and after your entrees were cleared away, a chocolate souffle was brought to your table.  Severus had shamelessly pulled you into his lap and fed you bites of dessert, kissing you between forkfuls.  After dinner, you paid your bill and left, Apparating back to the castle.  The sun had just set, and Severus came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I assume you have something more planned, my dear?”  You laughed and twisted your head to kiss him.  “Yes, I do.  It should start any second now.”  Just as your sentence ended, the first firework went off, sending golden sparks across the sky.  Severus gasped and tightened his arms around you.  “Y/N,” he said, and you smiled.  “This is….”  “I know.  Muggle fireworks, I had the twins connect me with their father, he set it all up.”  “They’re amazing.”

Severus lapsed into silence as the two of you watched the fireworks: greens, reds, blues, pinks, and yellows streaking through the darkened sky.  Severus came to your side, pulling you into his arms, facing him.  “I love you so much, Y/N,” he said, kissing you.  “I thank Merlin every single day of my life that you’re my wife.”  “I love you too, Severus, I love being your wife.”  Just as the largest firework went off, a heart entwined with an S and a Y/I, Severus kissed you deeply, holding you tightly against him.

[jobrookekarev]

Little Moon Chapter 2

Chapter: 2/?

Words: 1294

Summary: Jo sets up a crib in the Loft and tells Levi of her plans to adopt Luna.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Characters: Jo Wilson, Levi Schmitt, and Luna Ashton.

Rating: Gen. Audiences.

Additional Tags: Fluff, all the fluff, Crib Building, Baby Clothes, Parenting, Babies, NICU Baby, Foster Care, Jo being a Mom! Other characters to be added.

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“What is all this?” Schmidt asked standing in the entryway to the Loft still holding the groceries with his mask on. 

Jo stood up from where she was in the middle of assembling the crib and waved the screwdriver at him. “Have you ever committed a felony or crime of any nature?”

“No, no, of course not, I've never even had a parking ticket,” Levi said, dropping the groceries and holding up his hands.

 Jo realized she was still waving the screwdriver at him and dropped her arm to her side. 

“Good, because I need you to pass a background check and this place needs to be baby proofed,” Jo said looking around the Loft. 

“Holy shit, are you pregnant?”  Levi said his eyes going wide as he looked around the room as well. 

“What, no of course not,” Jo said as she started laughing so hard that she held her stomach.

“Well forgive me for asking. It's just when you show up with all this baby stuff I kind of assumed that there's a baby,” Levi said not joining in on her laughter as he picked up the groceries and went over to set them on the counter. “Is there a baby Jo?”

Jo's laughter died down as she put down the screwdriver and walked over to help Levi unload the groceries.

“It's Luna, I want to adopt her.” 

“Wait Luna, Luna Ashton Val’s baby?”

“Yes,  she's all alone now and she doesn't have any parents. Her Mom died and her Dad doesn't care about her and she needs somebody. She needs somebody to look out for her and I can't let her go into the foster care system, not when I have a home that could be hers too.”

Val had a few friends and distant family that came forward and arranged a funeral. Even with Covid Jo met them over Zoom and told them about Luna and about Val’s last few days. Jo asked if any of them could take Luna but none of them were in a position to do so. One of Val's particularly nasty aunts wondered why anyone would bother with a baby the size of a soda can, that was probably going to die. Jo got so riled up at that comment that she wanted to scream. Instead, she ranted off about Luna’s stats and the fact that she was doing well even on the ventilator and how much progress she had been making now that she's gained two whole pounds. The nasty aunt shut up after that. A few of Val’s friends give Jo their contact information to keep in touch. Later when Jo called to tell them about her plans to adopt and they wished her luck. 

“Wow, you must have really fallen in love with her?” Levi said as he paused to smile from where he was putting away the groceries.

Jo froze as she was holding a bag of chips about to put it away in the basket. At first, Jo just told herself that she was doing this for Val, because Val would have wanted for Luna to be somewhere where she was safe and taking care of. Jo doesn't think of Luna as her baby, Luna is Val's baby and Jo wants to make sure that Luna doesn't forget her mom. So she put up Val’s picture next to Luna's incubator. She wrote down everything Val ever told her, little details like when Val mentioned that sweet potatoes were her favorite potato, and what color of shirt she was wearing when she came into the ER. 

In the past few weeks, Jo had realized that she did love Luna. A part of her was terrified to admit it as the last person she loved walked out of her life. Luna already had a mom who loved her and Jo didn't want to replace her. Plus there was no guarantee that Luna would be placed with her. The Loft wasn’t set up for a baby and the neighborhood wasn’t the best in Seattle. There were probably a dozen other foster homes that were better for Luna and Jo didn't have much to offer her, but she knew that she could do right by Luna. 

Jo could give her love and safety and comfort and support and everything she needed in life. When she was a child Jo had always hoped that someone would reach out and be there for her. She never got that, yet she could do that for Luna. She could provide them with a safe home, where she could grow up knowing she was loved and cared for.  Jo had been around plenty of orphaned babies in the hospital, but Luna was different. From the moment she looked at Luna this tiny little baby had wrapped her finger around Jo's heart and Jo didn't want to let her go.

“Yeah, I do love her,” Jo whispered as she looked back at the half assembled crib. 

“Okay then why don't I get started on dinner and then I'll help you assemble the crib,”  Levi said, pulling out a pot and grabbing the ravioli from the grocery bag.

Jo let out another laugh as she put the chips away. “Of all the guys I thought would help me assemble a crib, you were the last person on my list.”

“I never expected to be on that list either,” Levi said with a laugh.

Jo went back to all the baby things and pulled out one of the little onesies that she bought. It was this adorable little romper with frills and strawberries all over it. Even though it was way too big for the barely three-pounds Luna. Jo couldn't resist it. Just a few months ago she and Alex were shopping and as they passed the baby section Alex picked up this little red dress with strawberries all over it. He had smiled at her and said that if they ever had a little girl he'd dress her in something like that. It made her smile to think of having a daughter with him, yet here she was, on her own with a strawberry dress for a little girl who wasn't Alex's daughter. 

Jo took a deep breath and instead pulled out the blue blanket with little stars all over it and a little Moon stitched into the corner. Jo held the blanket close and pressed her lips to the soft fabric. It would be perfect for Luna. Luna didn't have any blankets other than the regular NICU blankets. If Jo washed this blanket, brought it into work, and put it in a bag, then after 72 hours, they could place it on Luna's incubator and she could have something of her own. Jo looked around the space set up for Luna, she still has her hand on the bags full of diapers and blankets and clothes and the tiniest socks Jo has ever seen, all of which seem too big for her Little Moon. 

Apart from the crib Jo also had bags of preemie baby clothes, toys, and diapers, along with bottles, and burp cloth, and outlet covers, and corner covers, and door covers. She was still trying to figure out what to put around the kitchen, but basically, she bought out every baby related thing at the baby store she went to. She needed to be prepared for when CPS did their home study. Which according to her lawyer could happen faster than she ever imagined, even though Luna was still in the NICU and would be for several more weeks. Jo had gotten everything Luna would ever need or want, yet she knew that Luna needed love too and Jo would happily give Luna all of her love.

[pagesoflauren]

Dangerous Woman (Brunnhilde/Valkyrie x fem!reader)

Warnings: SMUT (public sex, fingering, tribadism, swearing, spanking), dubcon

A/N: Couldn’t help myself and wrote a continuation of this drabble. Thank you to @searchforanotherway for beta reading thing for me! Love and hugs to you, babes! ❤️

Also, I know this gif isn’t from the MCU, but I couldn’t help but use this outfit in the fic. It’s a triumph. 

Though you’re in the backseat of a car you’ve never seen before, you know exactly who the vehicle is taking you to. 

Just thinking about her makes your thighs press together in want, ignites a spark between your hips. It makes you recall what happened at the club when you met her. 

“Comfortable kjære?” 

To this day you still don’t know what she had called you.

You stammered out an affirmation, then your eyes fluttered shut as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“Good.” 

A kiss was pressed below your ear and you knew you were in trouble. Her hand moved from your hair to your face. It stayed there a moment as she appeared to take in your features. You’re certain you looked like a hot mess, lipstick smeared on glasses throughout the evening and foundation muddy from sweating due to the high temperature in the club. 

When your eyes drifted away, slightly to the left to look at the men in the booth, her fingers fastened on your chin. 

“No, no, kjære,” she chided you gently, “Eyes on me.” 

She was so close to you then that when you looked back at her, it was perfect. Her lips slotted easily with yours. Whatever she had been drinking was sweet. It lingered on her lips and you wanted to get drunk on it. Her kisses intoxicated you.

Her lips leave yours and immediately latch to the spot below your ear where she kissed you before. It drew a gasp from your lips and you felt hers curl in a smile. You tried to forget the other patrons present at the table, though they made it easy. They stayed quiet. 

Her hand around your waist, wrapped around your front, glided over the material of your dress and stopped dangerously low on your abdomen. 

Your breath caught in your throat, your prediction of her next actions obvious. 

“Hush for me, kjære,” her voice sounded in your ear, gentle and commandeering. It caused all apprehension in your mind to cease. 

What was she doing to you? How did she have such power over you?

Her hand was on the move again, drawing near to the hem of your dress before disappearing under it. Her fingertips just barely sweep over the skin of your inner thighs.

There’s a phrase that women think with their heads and men think with their groins. In the moment, your mindset was resembling a man’s as your legs opened to grant her more access. 

She hummed contentedly, the sound resonating on the outer shell of your ear as she continued to tease you. 

Once she reached the apex of your thighs, her digits met the telltale damp center of your panties. 

“What’s happened here, kjære?” she teased as she pulled away from you to observe your face. The hand in your hair lightly grazed across your temples and down your cheeks. 

In no position to demand, you pouted pitifully. 

“Oh, I see,” she feigned realization then pushed the slightest bit, the pressure granting you a burst of pleasure. 

Her fingers retreated and found the side hem, skillfully pulling the crotch of your panties from where it covered your sex. Her fingers made contact with the exposed wet folds and you felt like you were going to jump out of your skin. 

“Shh,” you heard her try to assuage you before her fingers ventured forward, two stationed next to each other. 

It was so scandalous; you were in public, there were other people in the booth with you. Who even was she?! You didn’t know her name!

Her fingers pulled away and she made eye contact with you as she brought the digits to her lips and sucked. 

Her face resembled the bliss felt when eating ice cream on a scorching day. Her eyes closed and a satisfied smile spread across her face. 

With little delay, one finger was down and buried inside you again. When it was pulled out, she didn’t bring it back to her lips. Instead, you watched in dazed arousal as she dipped her finger in her drink. She swirled the digit around before she plucked it from the table and took a slow sip. 

Face flushed, your lips fell on hers when she turned back to you. Her tongue tangled with yours and her hand held a firm grip on the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck. 

Someone shouted your name over the loud music and sadly you couldn’t ignore it. You pulled back from her to the source of the shouting. 

Just when it was nice to not know where your friends were, they had found you. 

Her hands and lips left you. When your gaze returned to her, she had resumed her lounged posture and idle sipping. 

Mustering up the miniscule amount of dignity you had, you scooted away from her and out of the booth. You straightened your dress, painfully aware of how aroused and disappointed you were. 

“Thanks,” you gripe to your friend, teetering away and towards the rest of your group. 

“Jesus, dude, do you know who you were making out with?” she asks, pulling you away. “She and those guys are in some shady business. It’s best you don’t tango with her.”

The night had ended with a basket of chicken tenders and fries with a milkshake. The following weeks consisted of you throwing yourself further into work. You didn’t go out much, you stayed long hours at the office. Every time you thought about her, you remembered what your friend told you and went back focusing on spreadsheets and stats. You probably shouldn’t get involved with a dangerous woman in shady business you didn’t know about. 

That is, until you were picked up by a mysterious vehicle after work today. 

The car comes to a stop and you begin to gather your things. 

“Don’t worry about that, miss,” the driver says, “I’ll bring it in later.” 

Your body stills and about a dozen questions run through your mind.

Later? How long will you be here? What are you doing here? Why did you decide to get into a mysterious car that picked you up on your way to the train station anyway? What were you thinking? 

“Just go in and take the elevator to the twelfth floor.” 

Making eye contact with the driver in the rearview mirror, you blindly search for the door handle. Once you find it and make your way out of the vehicle, the car starts again and turns around the corner. 

You step into the building, greeted by an ornate white-and-gold schemed lobby. Trying not to get distracted, you follow the driver’s instructions and go to the elevator and press the “12” button. 

The doors open at your destination and you step into a penthouse. Marbled floors and walls almost envelope you, with a hallway to your right and the golden light from the sun to the left, coming from what you can assume to be the windows in the living room. Piano music plays and you decide to follow the melody. 

Upon entering the living room, you see floor to ceiling windows, your view of the city unimpeded, save for the place where a television hangs on a wall panel. There’s ample places to sit, couches and ottomans, even the rug looks comfortable. To the right, you see a large all-white kitchen. There’s a dining area in the corner and next to it, a piano facing the windows where she’s perched. 

“You’re very difficult to track down, kjære,” her voice sounds over the keys. “Seems you’re a very good girl. My area of expertise is the police...their systems, their records. And there’s nothing on you. No DUIs, no speeding tickets, not even a parking violation. I had to give my colleague my best bottle of mead to persuade him to help me.” 

“Help you?”

Her fingers hit a wrong note, purposefully, it seems. 

“Yes. Help me.” 

She rises from the piano and turns to you. Donned in another power suit, this time with a pale pink blazer with slits for her arms to move freely covering a shiny ivory bralette and trousers to match the blazer, she raises her eyebrows.

“Did you not understand? I’ve been looking for you.”

“Looking for me?” It seems the only things you can manage to say are paraphrases of the last words of her statements. 

She chuckles, though you don’t think she’s finding much humor in the situation. 

“Indeed. Ever since our night at the club nearly a month ago and you sadly picked your friends over me, I haven’t stopped thinking of you.”

“Thinking of--” you stop yourself. “I...I didn’t pick my friends over you. When I looked back you were already drinking again. You didn’t...seem like you wanted to continue.” 

She steps to you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. You’re caught, frozen where you are and you imagine yourself as a gazelle and her as a lioness. 

“Hm,” she cocks her head, putting up an act of curiosity, “I see. And what does it seem like now?”

When you don’t respond, she hums again and repeats her question, her words punctuated with the sound of her shoes meeting the floor. 

Standing in front of you, her hand comes to your hair pulling a lock over your shoulder and twisting it around her fingers. 

God, her fingers…

She gives a couple light tugs to the tresses, as if prompting you to answer. 

“It seems...you want to continue.” 

She gives an almost mocking smile.

“I do.” Her smile fades quickly and she plants her hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the smaller couch adjacent to the larger, L-shaped one. One light shove between your shoulder blades and you stumble forward. 

“Bend over.”

Your springy, light floral skirt swishes around your knees before settling as you obey, bent at the waist and palms resting on the seat cushions. 

Her hands smooth over your back and down over your bottom. You feel the hem of your skirt brush higher and higher across the backs of your legs as she bunches the material up and lays it on your back. Her hands come across the roundest part of your ass. One leaves before her palm comes back, a cracking sound echoing from the contact. With each blow your hips jut forward into the back of the couch and your breath escapes you. 

After ten, her hand presses gently into the skin as if to soothe it. Moving her hand to the middle, she glides her palm downwards until her fingertips reach the wet patch on your panties. 

“This is familiar,” she quips. 

Your hips move back in an attempt to get some relief with her touch, but she removes her hands completely from you.

“Lie down.”

Straightening your back, your skirt falls as you look at her. Her eyes point to the couch, a silent repetition of her instruction. 

You comply, lying across the cushions with your ankles together and arms at your sides. She comes to your feet, picking up one ankle and removing the black slip-on loafer from one foot before doing the same with the other. 

As if she’s moving the limbs of a doll, she places your legs back next to each other before coming to stand by your midsection. Taking the wrist closest to her, she brings your arm over your head. You take the initiative to bring your other arm to match the other and she smiles. 

Hand still on your wrist, she steps out of one heel and brings her knee to rest between your body and the back cushion. Her other knee follows and she straddles you. 

She grasps your other wrist before gently running her hands down the exposed skin of your forearms. She cups your face for a few moments, then her hands travel down the column of your neck and over your decolletage. When she reaches the first fastened button of your shirt, she plucks it open carelessly. The rest follow until she reaches the waistband of your skirt. To your surprise, she stops there. 

Tracing a finger over your belly, she draws swirling patterns before reaching the cups of your bra. She moves one cup to expose your breast to her, to which she leans forward and breathes a warm exhale. The peak of your nipple stiffens and her tongue darts out to lick at it. She brings her thumb and forefinger over to pinch and twist, stimulating you and drawing gasps from your lips. Her other hand lowers the other cup and she licks at that one, teasing it with her mouth. 

By now, you’re aware of the wetness pooling between your thighs. Where she straddles you puts pressure on your lower tummy, where she had just barely teased you the night you met. 

When your hips rise, she gives a light nip at your breast, causing you to squeak. 

She unbuttons her blazer and your hands immediately gravitate to her chest, cupping at the mounds there and squeezing. Her eyes close at the attention you give her and you dare to lean up and press your mouth to the skin you can reach, teasing with your mouth. Her fingers dig into your hair, tugging at the roots at the nape of your neck. 

Your hands move down to the fastenings of her trousers, undoing the many buttons that hold the garment in place. She reaches back, gathering your skirt up your knees and grasping at the waistband of your underwear and pulling the garment down as far as she can. 

She rises for a moment, standing to rid herself of her lower clothes as you kick off your panties the rest of the way. She shimmies out of her own underclothes before coming back over you, one leg over yours and the other resting between your knees so her pussy is aligned with yours. As she gives a few gentle, experimental thrusts, your hands station at her waist and she brings your free leg up so your ankle rests over her shoulder. 

When one good thrust makes you cry out, she adjusts so she can grind against that one spot over and over. She fucks you hard and fast, stimulating your clit as her excitement pools and drips and mixes with your own. She leans forward, stretching your leg as it follows her shoulder, and kisses you all teeth and tongue. 

You let out a slew of profanities as you near your end, spurring her to buckle down, delivering a few hard, deliberate thrusts. 

Your orgasm is explosive, your grip on her waist so tight, you’re certain there will be red crescent shaped marks where your fingernails are digging into her skin. She continues to ride you to achieve her own end, humming in satisfaction as she falls over the edge. Her thrusts slow and she gently moves your leg down to lay flat on the couch. 

Languid kisses are exchanged as you both come back down to earth. 

“Fuck,” you sigh.

“What?” she chuckles.

“You tracked me down, fucked me, you have a nickname for me…”

“Mm, and what of it, kjære?”

“I didn’t even know whose name to shout when I came.” 

She chuckles again, this time you know there’s humor there. 

“Brunnhilde. The Valkyrie of the city.” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “That’s a long thing to shout. Can I just say ‘Val’ next time?

She smirks, “You think they’ll be a next time to shout after?”

Your hand reaches down to meet the wet flesh between her thighs. “I do.” 

Tagging: @saiyanprincessswanie​ 

[redhotvamp]

He Protects His Queen

I FINALLY FINISHED! GOD I FEEL SO BAD, I’VE BEEN SO LAZY!

This is for the amazingly awesome and talented @yandereaffections. It features her OC Javier who is best boy.

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You have been with Javier for two years, and in those two years, you knew when he was mad. Javier wasn’t a man who shouted and yelled when he got angry. No, he was a man who went silent.

Deadly silent.

In all honesty, seeing him rant and rave would probably be more comforting. When he was quiet, it made your blood go cold. Granted, he was never mad at you. You understood your place within the relationship, and you were happy with where you were. Still, that didn’t mean you weren’t terrified when he got angry.

He wasn’t angry at you, of course. You came to him, your blouse ripped, and your face stained with tears. In his arms, you sobbed, yet he remained silent. You told him what happened; on your way back from lunch, a few women who worked on your floor confronted you. You were confused until they started making comments about your body. Of course, you tried to leave, but that had been a mistake. They continued their onslaught, squealing and calling your names. It ended with one of them grabbing a handful of your breast, and they ended up ripping your shirt.

You cried as you went to his office and threw yourself into his arms. Once you told him everything, Javier fell silent. He didn’t speak until he knew you were okay. You managed to stop crying, and with that, Javier made a few calls. He canceled his meetings, told his secretary to hold his calls, and contacted his head of security. When he was done, he threw his coat over you, and the two of you headed to the elevator. Whispers began, but once Javier gave his underlings a glare, they stopped.

When you go into the limousine, you leaned against him, feeling slightly tired. Javier caressed your arm, kissing your forehead.

“Tonight is all about you, darling,” He said. “Whatever you want, you get.”

At the apartment you two shared, he opened up the door and ushered you into the bathroom. A gift basket was waiting for you; it was filled with some new soap, two bath bombs, a brand new loofah, and some bath salts.

“How---” You looked at him. “Did you order this while we were in the car?”

“Maybe,” He said with a grin.

He gave you another kiss before leaving you to let you start the tub. The bath was luxurious, and it managed to help you destress. Once out of the tub, you find Javier waiting for you on the couch. He pats the opened space beside him, and you sit down.

“You pick what we watch tonight,” Javier said. “And how about a foot rub?”

You think he’s going to rub your feet, but halfway through Sleepless in Seattle, there’s a knock at the door. One of the maids answer it and in walks a woman carrying a basket of oils. She gets down in front of you, ready to take care of your feet. You see that she’s wearing an outfit from Perfection Spa, one of the most expensive spas in town. You didn’t know they did house calls.

“What would you like for dinner, sweetie?” Javier asked.

“Sushi?” You asked. “And maybe, could we have some dessert?”

“How about we order from Cafe Merveille?” Javier suggested.

“Really? Do you mean it?”

“Whatever you want tonight, you get.”

That earned Javier a massive kiss from you. You ordered your food, and on the third episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race, it arrived. Javier got it since he refused to let you get up. After a fantastic meal, Javier carried you to the bedroom. When your head hit the pillow, you realized how tired you were. All of the pampering and crying had made you tired. Once Javier joined you in the bed, you were fast asleep.

When morning came, you were awakened by the smell of pancakes. Yawning, you got up and headed to the kitchen. You smiled as you saw Javier sitting at the table, reading the paper, and drinking his coffee. The maids had finished preparing breakfast, and as you sat down, Javier looked up at you and smiled.

“Aren’t you late for work?” You asked as you sat down.

“I’m the boss darling,” Javier said. “I can go in whenever I want. Besides, I wanted you to sleep.”

He’s right, so you don’t question him and eat your breakfast. Javier fed you when he could despite your protests. You don’t know why he did it, you could feed yourself. Oh well, it made him happy, and his happiness meant a lot to you. When you two finished eating, he picked out an outfit for you and had one his maids do your hair. Once ready, you head to his limo. Inside the car, you allow Javier to lie down and lay his head in your lap.

“How are you feeling, my love?” He asked, looking up at you.

“Wonderful,” You said, smelling down at him. “Thanks to you, my prince. I feel like I could take on the world.”

“Good,” Javier grinned. “Don’t worry about those women. I’ll take care of them. You do your work, and tonight, we’re going out.”

“You spoil me so much,” You tapped his nose playfully. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Javier kissed your fingertips. “Know that no matter what happens, you’ll always be mine.”

“I can live with that.”

Sadly, the limo ride ended, and the two of you got out, having to face the real world. Work was excellent, and it was almost as if nothing had happened. Little did you know that the three women who harassed you wouldn’t be coming back to work. As you sat in your cubicle, Cassandra, Bianca, and Jackylnn were called into Javier’s office. Once they were inside, the janitor went to work. Every single personal item was removed from the desks and placed into three boxes. While the janitor was doing his work, Javier had the three women sit before him. Two security guards stood at the door, silent but ready.

“Ladies, you’re probably wondering why you’re all here,” Javier opened up his laptop. “Now, I assume you know that I am in a relationship correct?”

Everyone knew Javier was dating you. He refused to hid his affection towards you, even at work. The three women nodded.

“Yes,” Cassandra said. “Your girlfriend sits in the cubicle across from mine.”

“Correct,” Javier opened up a video file on his computer. “And yesterday, this happened to her.” The video footage played, and once it started, the women’s reactions changed. Their faces became white as their cruel comment played back at them. Bianca’s face was white as a sheet, and she got up, heading to the door only to be blocked by one of the guards.

“Sit back down, Bianca, we’re not finished,” Javier demanded, his voice cold and even.

Defeated, Bianca returned to her seat.

“Let’s see. I could charge you with slander, harassment, emotional distress, and what else? Oh, physical assault of course and destruction of property, seeing as how you ruined my darling’s lovely blouse.”

“Sir, please!” Jacklynn finally spoke. “We’ll replace the blouse if that is what this is about.”

“Do you really think that replacing her blouse is going to be enough?” Javier stood up, staring down the women. “No. I want all three of you to suffer. I could send this video to every company in the city, ruining your chances of getting new jobs. Or I could send this to every single new outlet in the states. Better yet, I could own all three of you with blackmail. Cassandra, you have a husband, right? What do you think he’d say about your motion picture debut?”

“You can’t!” Cassandra cried.

“I can,” Javier sat back down, legs crossed, and a smirk on his face. “ As of now, you three are fired. You will leave this building and not return. All three of you are now banned by this company, and I’ll be putting out a restraining order all you as well.”

“But---what are you going to do?” Bianca asked.

“Oh, you’ll see,” Javier waved at them. “Raoul, Bruno, lead these ladies out, please. And then call for my queen to come to see me.”

The three ladies shouted and cried, but it fell on deaf ears. When you came into the office, Javier stood up and opened up his arms. Smiling, you ran to him and hugged him.

“Good day so far?” He asked.

“It’s been wonderful!” You said, kissing his lips.

“That is what I like to hear,” He grinned. “Now, how do you feel about taking a short trip tonight? Say to New York?”

Javier pulled two tickets out of his pocket, and you gasped.

“Are those---tickets to Hamilton?” You asked.

Javier nodded. Before he knew it, you were on top of him, and he was on the floor. He quickly sent a text to his bodyguards, telling him to make sure no one disturbed him for at least an hour.

[vintagehedgehogdragon]

Double Birthday Date

GN/MC 

You made your way to the castle, you had made arrangements to speak with Lord Diavolo about doing something special for the Twin’s Birthday. Since the Prince was dating Belphie and you were seeing Beel, you thought it might be fun to do a fancy double date to celebrate. Luckily Beel didn’t ask many questions when you left. You told him that you had a meeting with Lord Diavolo and would be gone most of the day, reminding you that he had practice all day anyway. Before you had a chance to bring your hand up to knock on the door, it swings open and Barbatos greets you with a warm smile. “Welcome Y/N, Young Master has been expecting you. He would like you to join him in the garden to chat. I don’t think I’ve seen him this excited in years” he chuckled, hinting that Diavolo had been nattering all morning about birthday planning. One thing you knew about Diavolo was that he loved with all his heart and would do anything to show those he loved how much he appreciated and adored them. 

“Good Morning, Y/N. Would you join me for tea while we talk” Diavolo grinned he was seated at a small table putting a small pastry down on a plate. “Of course Dia, Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice. As I said on the phone I really want to do something special for the Twins’ birthday, and I thought you might want to join me in the planning.” You exclaimed as you sat down in the seat across from him. “Please help yourself to any of the treats on the table, I made a trip to the human realm and got some of your favorites.” Barbatos said as he placed a cup and saucer down in front of you. “Thank you” you answered giving him a small nod before he walks off. “I assume Belphie is asleep somewhere so we can speak without him overhearing” you ask looking behind you slightly. Diavolo nodded “Yes, actually he spent the night in HoL last night. I told him I had a meeting with you today, and I think he was missing his brother a bit.” Pouring tea for himself as he spoke, his smile fading slightly.

“I think Beel has been missing him too, he’s seemed a bit down since Belphie started staying here” you respond, pouring yourself another cup of tea and grabbing a shortbread cookie. “Anyway, did you have any ideas about what to do?” his eyebrows were furrowed as he spoke, many would think he was mad if they saw his expression, but you knew he was only deep in thought. “I was thinking maybe some type of double date, just the 4 of us, what do you think?” You proposed, nervously fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. You watched his eyes light up as he pondered the idea. “That’s a wonderful idea, Y/N” his voice boomed through the air making you yelp in surprise. “Sorry Y/N, I guess I was more excited than I thought.” Blushing slightly as he spoke. “It’s okay, Dia” chuckling as your heart resumed a normal rate. “What do you suggest we do, I think I heard something about a food festival in the park by the Botanical Gardens. Maybe we could have a picnic in the garden and then go to the festival so Beel can try all the samples.” You say looking up at Dia, taking a small bite from your cookie. 

“That sounds fun, I’ll arrange for Barbatos to make us a nice picnic lunch.” He added looking over as Barbatos started walking over. “I couldn’t help but over hear your conversation. I know of something that you could do that evening” He said as he gathered empty teapots and plates from the table. “Oh?” You question looking up at him. “It seems there is a new show playing at the Opera House that night, I’ve heard decent things about it” He proposed turning his attention to Diavolo, once again looking down with a furrowed brow. “Yes, I’d like that. Thank you Barbatos, could you arrange for us to get tickets, and also one for yourself” Dia responded “Yes sir, Thank you” bowing as he turned and walked away. Willow noticed the corners of his lips turn up a bit farther as he was just out of Diavolo’s field of vision, but you caught the small smile that lit up his face. “Shall we meet here around 9? We can all travel together” Diavolo responded as he lifted himself out of his chair. “Sounds like a plan, thank you again Dia.” You say getting out of. Your chair, starting your way back to the HoL. 

Days pass as you get more excited, Asmo helps you find the perfect outfit for the day and helps you get ready that morning. Knocking on the Beel’s door, you could hear him talking to himself in his room trying to get ready. “Can I come in Beel?” You ask, hearing him fumble around the room and the door open. “Good Morning Y/N, sorry I’m just a bit nervous for today. You still can’t tell me what we’re doing?” He asked gesturing you inside, finally looking you up and down. “You look amazing Y/N” you could see the blush rising on his face as he spoke. “Could you help me find something to wear?” He asked holding up a few button up shirts. “Of course” you respond pulling an outfit out for him before stepping out of the bedroom so he could change. “I’ll meet you down in the lobby” you call out as you make your way to the entrance. You don’t have to wait long before Beel appears “Ready to go” he asks as he offers an elbow for you to hold on to while you walk. 

You make your way to the Castle doors, this time Lord Diavolo is there waiting for you and surprisingly Belphie is awake (ish) leaning against Diavolo’s shoulder, waving sleepily at you. You could feel Beel beaming as he made eye contact with his twin, Belphie must be excited too seeing as he was upright and ready to go before you arrived. “Good Morning you two, are we ready for a full day of celebrating two amazing demons.” Diavolo was also beaming. “Good morning” you respond as Beel helps you up the stairs, actually he forgot he was holding your hand and he pulled you so he could hug his brother. “Okay I think now we can tell you guys what Y/N and I planned for you today” Dia said putting an arm around Belphie’s waist pulling him into a side hug, who looked up at him, you could see his eyes widen with realization as he leaned into the hug. “We planned for a picnic at the Botanical gardens, then we will visit the food festival, and in the evening we will be seeing a performance at the Opera House” 

“You planned this for us?” he asked looking down at you, eyes filling with tears but his smile could have lit up the sky. “Mhm, that was what the meeting I had with Dia about last week” you responded giving his hand a small squeeze. “Barbatos is putting the finishing touches on our picnic then we can head out. We will meet you at the Opera house at 5 correct?” Dia said gesturing you to come inside. “That’s correct” Barbatos called out he was making his way over with 2 large picnic baskets (one being larger than the other) he handed the largest basket to Beel and told him he had to wait until we arrived to eat any of it, but that basket was his meal for the picnic. As he handed the other basket to Diavolo you watch as Belphie pulled Barbatos aside and whispered something in his ear with a smile as he handed the youngest a large plaid blanket. Shrugging it off as Beel grabbed your hand and started walking away following the Demon Prince and his twin, watching as Dia gently interlaced his fingers between Belphie’s. 

You all found a spot amongst the flowers in the garden and laid out the blanket. Belphie laid on his stomach resting his head on his cow pillow, watching Diavolo unpack the picnic basket and hand out sandwiches and various salads. Beel wasting no time in digging into his basket humming happily while he ate, occasionally watching him dance a bit while he ate. “What did Barbatos give you this morning dear?” Dia asked rubbing a large hand on Belphie’s back soothingly. “Oh, uh he gave me a potion this morning. He told me it would help keep me awake for a few hours while we celebrated.” Belphie responded resting his face in his pillow. They sat for a bit enjoying the cool air before packing up their baskets and headed to the festival. On the way Beel asked if you’d be willing to hand him samples because he was worried about getting carried away. The 4 of you went through every stand trying new things, noticing that Belphie was starting to yawn a bit, nudging Diavolo’s arm who lifted him onto his shoulder as you made your way to meet with Barbatos. Diavolo had arranged for a vehicle to bring you to the Opera House, Belphie had already fallen asleep by the time the car left leaning up against Diavolo snoring softly. 

You made your way up the stairs to the private window box, where Barbatos was waiting for you. He had set up tea and had arranged for small snacks to be brought up during the performance for Beel to munch on. While you waited for the show to start you rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, giving your head a small kiss ‘Thanks for everything Y/N this was fun” wrapping an arm around you. 

[obibabykenobi]

Can I have one for Anakin Skywalker? She’s one of his Padawans and she is a bit rebellious. She sneaks out while everyone was asleep and takes off with some strangers. She was offered tickets to go see her favorite band, “The Offspring” in concert. But she was on probation and was forbidden to go. So she makes up an excuse that she wanted to sleepover at her friends. But really, they sneak off to the concert. Anakin and the Jedi council found out anyway because she posted it to her story on

that is funnyyy!! i love this idea. ive never seen or read an AU like this so I’ll try to the best of my abilities! i kind of changed a few things.

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𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: reader sneaks out but gets caught

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: profanity, characters in this oneshot are still jedi’s and stay in the temple, but it’s in modern times and instead of robes they wear modern clothing. (ex: master’s wear suits and button ups, padawans wear what looks similar to a school uniform) however Anakin is gonna keep his long hair ;)

You were out in the city, sent out by your Master to pick up groceries. You were sporting your Temple uniform, a navy blue blazer with a crest of two lightsabers in an x, one being blue and one being green. Your shorts were also navy blue with blue and green plaid decorated on it, and you always voiced your thoughts on how ugly they were whenever you had the chance. You wore a white button up underneath your blazer and had knee high navy blue socks on, your black shiny shoes were reflecting in the light. You strolled down the many aisles of the local farmers market, picking up fruits and vegetables and placing them in your basket as you went. You actually liked this task, cause you were out without your master and this was the only time you could go outside, being on “temple arrest” after your most recent shenanigan. Once you were done shopping, you paid in credits and slowly walked back to the temple, trying to make this walk leisurely and remember your moments not cooped up.

You felt multiple people near you, looking at you. You knew they wouldn’t do anything, everyone knows the uniform you’re wearing means you’re from the Jedi Temple and shouldn’t be messed with. However, these people were ballsy enough to call you over. You sighed, you usually didn’t give people the time of day in the city, but you really wanted to be in the fresh air as long as possible, so you turned around and walked to the strangers.

“What can I do for you...” you trailed off, looking the strangers up and down. They were definitely on the rough side, probably trying to pick a fight with you. “Fine people.”

They smirked and looked at each other, and oh how you loved the thought of getting in a fight with them. “Do Jedi listen to music?”

Well that shocked you. Why were they interested in that? Unless it was a new tactic to distract you. You raised a brow at the stranger and folded your arms. “Yes, we’re not closed off creatures who live under rocks.”

The one in the middle of all the strangers, you’re assuming him being the leader, reached his hand into his jacket. You thought he was about to pull out a blaster, but you were faster than them and immediately whipped out your saber, bright blue whizzing in the still air.

“Woah! Chill, doll. I was just gonna see if you wanted one.”

You watched cautiously as what seemed to be a ticket, with the words “The Offspring” printed on them, were held in between his fingers. You knew they were having a concert tonight, however your Master didn’t allow you to go and you didn’t have your own credits to pay for a ticket, you only get some from the Temple when they send you out on tasks.

“And why are you offering me a ticket? What do you want in return?”

Still having your lightsaber up, the leader raised his hands in defense at your statement. “We,” he refers to the strangers around him. “Had an extra, we couldn’t let it go to waste. We figured you looked like you listened to them. Do you not? If not, we’ll just give it-”

“No!...I’ll take it. Do you want anything in return? I-I don’t have much...but I’d really like to go.”

He took that into consideration and nodded. “Well, first, please put your saber away.” And you slowly lowered it, turning it off but still holding it tight in your hand. “Second, just come with us. You don’t gotta pay us. Meet us here at six P.M., Yea?” You nodded slowly and watched as he cautiously handed it over you to you. You snatched it out of his hand and quickly walked away. You could still feel their eyes boring into you.

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“No! No way. You are not going.” Your master told you sternly.

“And why not?” You countered back.

“You got this ticket from strangers! It could be fake for all you know. People just don’t go around handing out free tickets.”

You groaned and collapsed on the couch that was in his quarters. “I didn’t sense that they were lying, they’re legitimate!”

“You’re still a Padawan, if I’m not correct your senses aren’t as heightened as mine.”

You rolled your eyes and kicked your legs up on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Yea well my fighting skills are more heightened then theirs, so if they DID lie to me I’ll kick their ass.”

He walked over towards you and removed your legs from the coffee table. “Not everything leads into a fight, young one.”

He was wearing a white button up with his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and his shirt was tucked into his black clean ironed slacks. You had to admit, he looked really good when he was irritated or angry. Right now, he was just a tad bit irritated. He sat down beside you and you noticed a few tiny grey hairs. You gasped playfully and he looked over at you with his eyes brows furrowed.

“Master, you’re greying! Oh my, did I do that?” You snickered while he touched his hair.

“Would you quit that?” He asked irritatingly.

As much as you irritated him, he loved having you around because you made him feel young again, and he loved getting into little fights with you.

“You’re not going to the concert, understand?”

He gave you a very stern look which created a swirl in your stomach.

“Yes, Master.” You reluctantly replied. Oh, but if only he could see the crossed fingers behind your back. You were definitely going to that concert.

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Somehow, you successfully snuck out of the temple without raising suspicion from others. It was easier than you thought. Your master was in a briefing, so you quickly changed into your civilian clothes and made a run for it. If a Jedi asked you where you were going in civilian clothes, you replied you were going to take some younglings to the park. Even if they could sense you were lying, they didn’t even bother to try to change your mind because your famous for rebelling against the rules.

So, here you are now, at the concert with the group of strangers. It was a blast, the music ringing through your ears and the bass thumping throughout your body. Your throat was scratchy and coarse from screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You whipped out your phone and recorded you and one of the strangers, who quickly turned into your best friend, singing to the current song playing. You uploaded it to your Snapchat story without even thinking about who could see it. All you could focus on was how happy you are.

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As soon as you got back to the temple, you could feel your masters anger seething throughout the large building. Your heart rate quickened and you stopped in your tracks. Immediately taking out your phone, you looked at the people who viewed your story and sure enough, you were in deep shit. In white lettering, you saw the name “Master Gaywalker”. The name you gave him on this app still makes you laugh.

“Come to the briefing room now.”

Anakin’s voice rippled through the force with anger dripping with it. You didn’t even try to run, not wanting to feel his wrath. You obediently walked your shaky legs to the briefing room.

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Your ass? Chewed. Chewed out by the whole council. And now Anakin was walking you back to your quarters while still chewing you out.

“I told you to not go, and what did you do? You completely disobeyed me!” You were walking farther ahead of him to try to get away from his nagging, but to no avail. You saw your quarters in view and made headway.

“Seriously, what does a Master have to do to keep his Padawan in check! Do I have to put baby monitors in your room?”

You finally reached your door and quickly stepped in. He quickly followed you inside and still wouldn’t shut his mouth.

“Okay, I get it. I’m sorry! I have no excuse, just please for the love of maker stop nagging and DON’T put baby monitors in my room.” You folded your arms and kept his stare across the room.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. You lied to me, disobeyed me and embarrassed me in front of the council-“

As he kept rambling on and on about how much he’s disappointed in you, you couldn’t help but stare at his peachy lips. He kept licking them, making you hungrier for them to be on yours. Finally, not even thinking, you walked right up to him, grabbed his face and kissed him.

You broke the kiss, and took a step back. His eyes were wide, cheeks red and he couldn’t even form a sentence now. You smirked, and took seat on your bed.

“Who knew that kissing you would make you shut up?”

[bidoldaccount]

A Little Kept Secret (part 5)

Chris Halliwell x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

"I said I didn't want ketchup, Aaron!" Y/n rolled her eyes, holding up her burger, still in the wrapper and the aforementioned ketchup peeking out over the bun.

"It's not on my ticket," the chef shrugged, not looking up from what he was doing.

"Well then Tina forgot to write it down, whoever it was, someone ruined my breakfast," Y/n snipped, tossing her burger back down in her basket and picking up a fry.

"Why are you even eating a burger for breakfast?" Tina asked, flicking a piece of purple hair over a soft caramel shoulder. Y/n rolled her eyes, popping her fry into her mouth.

"Why are you questioning my breakfast choices?" she retorted.

"Because it's 6 am and you're eating a burger and fries," Tina said.

"Hey, stranger things have happened," Y/n shrugged, "and I am not eating a burger because mine has been ruined," she gestured down to the ketchup infested burger with a grimace. Before Tina could respond the ground shook, glasses and plates clinking together, chairs squeaking against the floor and the lights above the tables swinging. Y/n's coke was rippling inside of the red glass that was vibrating on her table. The shake only lasted a few seconds, but it made everyone's heads turn.

"What the hell was that?" Tina asked as Y/n's eyes trailed over to the door, a red glow beside the building catching her attention.

"An earthquake," Y/n smiled small, "remember those stranger things?" she winked as she stood up. "Thanks for the breakfast," she threw a few bills on the table and saluted the two restaurant workers before starting for the door. She pushed through, the chilly air hitting her skin hard and making her shiver as she rounded the building. There was a man standing with his hands out at his sides, fireballs ignited in his palms and aimed at a woman holding a pendent hanging down around her neck

"A girl can't eat in peace?" Y/n asked, throwing her arms up. The man's head wiped around to her, his eyes narrowed fiercely. The man smirked, bringing one hand up and throwing the fireball in Y/n's direction. With a flick of her hand, the fireball smashed into the restaurant wall and dissipated. The man threw another one, this one getting burned out in midair with a short blast of wind. He didn't get a chance to throw another before he was being thrown back, his body connected hard with the dumpster. Y/n stood before him and threw an energy ball at him, watching him scream and flail before his body perished into nothing but a small scorch mark. She turned back to the woman, who flinched back and clutched her necklace harder.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she assured, "are you okay?" Before the woman could answer someone was orbing into the alley. Y/n hummed, crossing her arms as Piper, Chris, and Paige stepped forward hurriedly. They looked around for a second then stopped, flicking their eyes between the woman and Y/n.

"Fancy running into you again," Y/n smiled, gesturing to the woman with a sweep of her hands.

"Nancy, are you okay?" Piper went running up to the woman, clutching her shoulders and checking her over for injuries.

"Yeah, I'm alright thanks to her," the woman, Nancy, pointed to Y/n, who had no other choice but to sarcastically curtsy.

"And what were you doing here?" Chris asked, crossing her arms over his chest, valiantly hiding his smirk

"Well I was trying to eat breakfast, but I had to come and save Nancy," Y/n gestured to the woman. Chris narrowed his eyes in an unimpressed manner.

"It's a good thing you were here otherwise I would have been dead and Nicoli would have gotten the pendant," Nancy said, patting the ruby red pendant around her neck.

"Well we need to get you back to the manor before he sends another goon after you," Paige said, gesturing for Nancy.

"Can I tag along? I'm kinda bored," Y/n frowned.

"No," Chris said at the same time that Piper said, "Yes."

"No? Why no? She's helped so far and we're kind of stuck right now," Piper said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah, a fresh perspective can't hurt," Paige added.

"Yeah, come on big guy, I'm a fresh pair of eyes and given the last time you gave them information, you were a little bit off. So who knows?" Chris stared at her as she walked closer. "Come on, get to orbing." Piper, Paige, and Nancy all gathered around them, snickering softly and holding each other in some way. Y/n placed her hand on Chris' elbow, giving him a cheeky smile before they started teleporting.

The surroundings of the alley transformed into an attic, pretty neatly organized around a few pieces of furniture.

"Hey Y/n," she looked over and smiled as Leo waved at her from a small table with a map and a scrying crystal placed on it.

"Hi Leo," She smiled warmly, giving him a wave in return. She felt Chris' arm move, realizing that she hadn't let him go yet and dropping her hand.

"So what are we after?" Y/n clapped her hands together and walked over to where piper was hovering over the book of shadows.

"Nicoli," she pointed to a picture of a dark haired man, his chin covered in stubble and his eyes drawn dramatically evil. Y/n hummed, nodding her head.

"Upper level demon, been around for a couple hundred years, I'm guessing he's after the pendant?" She asked. Nancy nodded, showing Y/n the ruby red pendant.

"It's been in my family for generations, it holds the powers of my entire family lineage," she said.

"Who is your family?" Y/n asked, "if I may ask," she added politely.

"I belong to the Wickers, my name is Nancy wicker," she said.

"Mm, the Wickers," Y/n nodded. "I'm assuming that's the pendant that Octavia Wicker created to trap the demon Kinara?" She asked.

"Yes," Nancy's forehead creased, "how did you know that?" She asked.

"I've met a lot of wise people," Y/n shrugged. "Octavia forced the pendant from a rare jewel found in the underworld. Connecting it to a plate of enchanted silver and combined with her magic it was almost inevitable that it would become one of the most powerful pendants ever created. Kinara never stood a chance, she was trapped the moment Octavia thought of it. If a powerful enough demon were to get a hold of the pendant he could unleash every demon who has ever been trapped inside of it, and he could reverse the magic to trap witches instead," Y/n explained.

"See? This is why we brought her," Paige smiled, smacking Chris' arm. He rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well how are we supposed to vanquish Nicoli then? There's no vanquishing potion in the book," he said.

"You don't have to vanquish him, you just have to get close enough to trap him inside of the pendant," Y/n said.

"That's our other problem," piper said. "He's been thinking of this for years, and in those years he's gotten another witch to create something of a shield for the pendant, even if we got close enough it wouldn't work," she explained.

"Damn," Y/n cursed.

"Any other bright ideas?" Chris asked, smirking down at her. She rolled her eyes, ignoring him for the time being as she thought.

"Actually yes. There's this amulet, I've heard of it but I've never seen it myself. It has the same power as glamouring, as long as the real item is beside it, with a spell it can take the shape of the item. If Nancy wears the fake amulet we'll have him distracted enough to take his shield pendant then trap him," Y/n suggested. Everyone looks at each other curiously, leaving the room hung in suspense for a moment.

"I mean, that could work in theory," Piper nodded.

"But you said you've never seen the pendant," Chris said. "This is a goose chase, we should focus on creating a vanquishing potion," he crossed his arms.

"I have a general idea about where it could be, if I leave now I could have it within the next thirty minutes," Y/n retorted.

"This might be the best route, there's no promise that a vanquishing potion would work anyways," Paige said.

"Why don't Paige and Piper work on the potion while Y/n goes to get it and if she can't then at least we have the potion as a backup," Leo suggested, raising his hands.

"Fine," Chris relented, "Thirty minutes," he said, his eyes narrowed down at the girl. She sent him a teasing wink and a mock salute before starting out of the attic. She closed the door, then shimmered out of the manor.

Tag list— @irdkwhatimdoinghere

[thero0ks]

Complicated Friendships (Haytham or Shay)

This is going to be a three shot, with a choose your own boyfriend ending. :)

The pub was packed with bodies. It was a typical Friday night at the Stag Inn. Amber liquid swirled in her glass as she watched him from across the room, deep in conversation with a beautiful stranger. It was easier in her early twenties to brush her feelings aside. However, the more relationships she went through the less patient she got with his antics. The Irishman was still her best friend, so she tolerated it. Friday nights gave her the opportunity to get well acquainted with the various whiskies on the shelf. Shay usually hung around long enough to share a basket of fish and chips before he was off to flirt with the prettiest woman in the room. 

“You’ll get wrinkles looking like that.” An eloquent voice echoed from above her, snapping her attention to steel colored eyes. 

“Haytham. You’re off early.” She said sitting back in her seat. 

He slung his jacket over the back of his chair before taking a seat. “I decided to take your advice, and let off some steam.” He said setting the glass of brandy on the oak table top. “You can stare at him all night, or you could tell him.” Haytham stated bluntly, taking a pull from his drink. 

A scoff passed her lips, “as you can see, I’m not really his type.” She said tilting her glass towards the woman. Haytham’s gaze fluttered over the woman, and then back to her. 

“I’d choose you.” Haytham said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. A small blush crept up her cheeks as she tried to focus on anything but the Englishman next to her. “She’s beautiful, but she isn’t my type.” Haytham continued. (Y/N) could feel him staring at her, and she dared to meet his gaze. “I prefer a woman who doesn’t need to tell the whole room she’s beautiful. The woman that every man’s been looking at, but are too afraid to speak to.” 

She couldn’t recall when he leaned closer, but she could feel his breath on her neck and shivers raced down her spine. His sultry voice was like music to her ears, and he was the kind of man who radiated power. “Haytham!” An Irish lilt called from above the noise. (Y/N) straightened up caught in an intimate moment with their mutual friend. Haytham seemed content to stay close to her. His arm slung over the back of her chair, and she could feel the brush of his chest as he reached for his drink. “Shay.” Haytham acknowledged with a nod. 

“I didn’t think you’d be sticking around for long.” Haytham observed seeing the blonde across the room giggling with her friends. 

“Oh her?” Shay asked glancing over his shoulders. “I told her it was my birthday, and she’s a little eager to celebrate.” The dark haired man said with a laugh. 

“Well, before you leave us to...celebrate.” (Y/N) said trailing off reaching into her bag. “I have a present for you.” 

Shay beamed taking a seat at the table. “What is it?” He shook the wrapped box eyes alight with excitement and wonder. He tore at the paper opening the small box, “(Favorite band) tickets?!” Shay asked excitedly. “You’re the best.” He said giving her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Happy birthday Shay.” She said softly, the feel of his lips tingling on her skin. 

Haytham studied his friend for a moment, "my birthday gift to you is that I won't fuck your best friend. I will however, walk her home." Haytham said downing the rest of his drink. 

Shay rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "thanks Haytham your a real mate." Shay's words were clipped at the end. 

"We can stay longer Shay…we just assumed you'd want to get to your...celebration with blondie." Her voice was soft touching the Irishman's arm. A comforting gesture he was used to from her. 

He shook his head, "I was about to head off too. Now I don’t have to worry about you getting home safely." Shay said offering her a smile. He gave her a quick hug before bounding across the bar to his pretty acquaintance. 

Haytham grabbed his jacket before offering her his arm. They walked down the street a comfortable silence settling between the pair.

(Y/N) studied the Englishman a moment trying to figure out how she ever overlooked him. She’d spent more time with Haytham then she had with Shay the past couple of years. The two seemed to get along quite well. "Haytham." She inquired, plucking up unknown courage. 

He stopped for a moment, "are you cold?" His voice was laced with concern and he automatically reached for his jacket buttons. 

"No, thank you." She said stopping him quickly, before continuing, "tomorrow isn't Shay's birthday."

"Quite intuitive aren't you?" He teased soliciting a playful smack from her. 

"I'm trying to be serious." She said a slight smile on her face. It was a crisp evening, and the street was mostly silent. "You told Shay you wouldn’t fuck me tonight, but what about tomorrow night?" She peeked up at him through her lashes too shy to look at him directly.

He stopped walking, bringing her to a halt as well. He gazed down at her studying her features she felt flustered, "I only meant..well at the bar I thought you were dropping hints, and I..I buggered it all up. I'm so oblivious sometime-" she was cut off abruptly by warm lips. 

It didn't take her long to get swept up in his earth shattering kiss. She'd kissed many men, but none had ever kissed her like that. One hand pressed into her lower back pulling her closer, and his other gripping the brick wall for support. Her hands clasping his jaw, standing tiptoed to be as close to him as possible. The rest of the world was drowned in his kiss. His tongue tasted of the brandy he'd drank at the bar. When they finally parted Haytham hung his head, eyes fluttered shut coming down from his high. "Since the moment I met you I wanted to kiss you like that." His voice came soft, and his eyes looked silver in the moonlight. 

"I should have seen it. I should have realized you'd been there all along." Her fingers gently stroked his face, her (e/c) pools lost in his hypnotizing gaze.

Haytham's lips quirked up, "as you so bluntly put it. You can be completely oblivious my dear." 

His arms wrapped around her, and she was enveloped in his sent of tea and brandy. "So is that a yes to tomorrow night?" 

"Let's start with dinner, and then see where the night takes us." He said pulling back to kiss her once more. 

She shuffled closer to him as they walked. The feel of her pressed against him made him feel light, and happy. When they finally arrived at her door, he was having second thoughts about leaving her. “Do you want to come in?” She asked unlocking her door. “You only promised Shay we wouldn’t hook up, but you never said anything about sleeping with me.” 

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The soft hallway light from her half open door illuminated her hair, and giving her skin an iridescent glow. “Are you always this forward?” He inquired, taking a step closer to her. She called to him like a siren, and he couldn’t resist holding her in his arms once again.

“Only when I know what I want.” She said simply. 

“What is it that you want?” He inquired tilting his head, gazing down into her (e/c) pools.

“You..us..” She said looking down. The possibility of rejection was easier to come to terms with when she wasn’t getting lost in his piercing gaze. 

He tilted her chin up, he wanted her to see the sincerity in his eyes, “I’d love to come in.” 

*

**

He knew the way to her flat like the back of his hand. His head was pounding, but he knew (Y/N) would make a good brunch date. The thud, thud, thud of his hand on the cast iron fence echoed in his head as his feet carried him down the sidewalk. He grabbed the hide-a-key from a flower box in front of her living room window. The house was silent when he entered, which was odd. Usually she was up by eight am. He quickly kicked his shoes off heading up the staircase silent as a mouse. “(Y/N), let’s go get birthday brunch.” Shay’s voice echoed as he stepped into the room. 

She snapped awake by his voice. “Shay, you asshole.” She mumbled throwing a pillow at him. 

Shay then noticed the other occupant in the bed. “Haytham?” Shay asked his eyes widening at the sight of his friend laying next to his best friend. “What the hell!?!” Shay bellowed angrily. 

“Don’t worry, he kept his promise Shay.” (Y/N) said pushing past him to start some coffee. Shay hot on her heels. 

“What, so Haytham and you are an item now?” Shay asked scrunching his nose up. 

She shrugged, “you always complain about hating my boyfriends. You already like Haytham, so what’s the problem?” She asked pouring coffee grounds into the french press. 

“I don’t want to think of my best friends fucking each other!” He said throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, as he started to pace the kitchen floor. 

“Oh grow up Shay.” She said with a roll of her eyes. “Every Friday night I watch you grope every attractive woman that walks through the door. Haytham and I could fuck in a booth in the pub and you wouldn’t even notice, so spare me the lecture.” 

Shay’s jaw clenched, “you think I don’t notice the way he leans over you all the time, or the way he looks at you like you hung the fucking moon?” 

(Y/N) froze turning to look at him, “you’re fucking jealous.” She leaned against the counter folding her arms across her chest. 

“I am not jealous!” Shay shot back stopping his pacing to look at her. 

“You’re the most insufferable man I’ve met.” She scoffed, shaking her head as she grabbed a mug out of the cabinets. 

In a flash Shay crossed the marble tiles to trap her between his arms, “How many times are you going to kiss the wrong person?” He asked dark eye’s heavily lidded as he gazed down at her. 

To be continued...

[melonkooky]

stray kids reaction - their crush not being a cuddly person but wanting to cuddle

requested

genre: fluff

author’s note: this post is a mess, it’s kinda random, but it still fits the request. i wanted to get this out so im sorry if it’s a little rushed or inconsistent, i swear it’s not ion purpose. nevertheless, i hope you guys all enjoy this reaction!! love you!! (also, as always, ignore my mistakes lol)

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

bang chan

you were squished next to chan on the couch while the other members were crowded around you. everyone agreed on watching a movie together, especially a new movie that had come out recently but wasn’t able to see in theaters.

as you watched the movie, you glanced at chan. his full attention was on the movie, eyes wide and a small smile on his face. you sighed. you weren’t a naturally cuddly person, but currently, you wanted nothing more than to be hugged. more specifically, by chan. you had a crush on him.

you didn’t know what to do. you were getting annoyed, and cold by that matter. would it be weird to just ask chan to hold you? you sighed and opted for just slowly leaning your body against bang chan’s. he noticed, turning to you. “are you cold?” he asked quietly.

you nodded, and a second later you were feeling an arm wrap around you, pulling you into his side. you blushed. when you peered up at bang chan’s, from the light of the tv, you saw that he was blushing too, and was trying his best to not grin happily or get too excited over what was happening. you smiled shyly and cuddled closer. chan was adorable…

woojin

the other members suspected of something going on between you and woojin. of course, both you and woojin were completely oblivious to that, or at least thought of it as too good to be true. one day, you and a few of the other members were walking in the city. half of the members wanted to stay at home, so only minho, chan, felix, and jeongin tagged along.

however, your phone had told you that the weather was going to be warm. as you walked, it seemed like a storm was coming in, and you didn’t bring any sort of jacket or umbrella. this was unsuspected. woojin said that it’ll probably just pass over, but boy was he wrong.

the rain started coming down hard, not sparing any one of the cold water. woojin grabbed your hand, guiding you to a random store. it was a clothing store, and you saw that a few others had ran in here after getting soaked. “that was close.” woojin said, watching other people run by with their bags or umbrellas over their heads. you nodded, just as you began to shake. you were freezing. in order to warm up, you wanted woojin to hug you. but you were scared.

with a motivation sigh, you hesitantly, and shakily, wrapped your arms around his torso. he was soaked too, you didn’t know what you were thinking. but it felt nice to hold him, and to be cuddled. he wrapped his arms around you, although you didn’t have a chance to see how red woojin’s cheeks became after you hugged him. he was trying not to scream happily basically.

minho

you and minho were already good friends. you and minho had personalities that moved in sync with each other.

one day, minho offered to take you out on a picnic. your first thought was along the lines of, “does he like me? is he going to confess his feelings?” but then you thought that you were just being annoying. you and minho were simply friends.

minho had attempted to make food, with the help of the other members. he laid out a blanket and placed the basket on one of the corners, as well as drinks on another corner. anything to hold the blanket in place. you and him talked and laughed and enjoyed your time together, until minho suggested to lay down and watch the clouds. you weren’t really into that, but you were with your crush, and you will enjoy every moment you got with him.

so you and minho are laying on your backs, watching the clouds. minho would point a few shapes here and there, and then laugh when you admitted that you could see it. you were getting tired when a thought came, you wanted to cuddle with minho. you liked him a lot, and you often wondered if he liked you back. so without asking, you scooted closer and hugged his side. minho laughed nervously, a blush in his cheeks. “this is unusual.”

you blushed. “it’s because i like you, you idiot.” minho was utterly shocked. he cuddled you back, smiling to himself when you fell asleep against him. perhaps he should confess…

changbin

changbin was in the kitchen by himself, opening and closing cabinets, then the fridge, repeating each process multiple times. you felt that on a spiritual level when trying to find something to eat. “changbin!” you called, nearly scaring him. “are you okay?”

he didn’t look at you, and you didn’t notice the blush in his cheeks. “yeah, just looking for something to eat.”

you nodded, joining him in the kitchen. “i’m hungry too.” changbin didn’t reply, instead, he went into the pantry, distracting himself and reading random boxes and bags. you sighed, feeling your heart grew heavier. “did i do something wrong?” you finally asked.

changbin immediately shook his head. “no no. you didn’t.” finally, you couldn’t take it any longer. the strangeness of his actions were weird. so, you walked into the pantry, stood in front of his, and wrapped your arms around his waist. changbin was surprised, gasping at the sudden action, and he didn’t bother to hide how red his cheeks were. his heart raced as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, relishing your warmth.

hyunjin

hyunjin was by himself in the bedroom, taking a long needed nap. it was a deep sleep, and he was out cold. you were at the dorms, hanging out with the members, but who did you really want to hang out with? hyunjin of course. he was the one that you really came to see, being best friends with him and all, and perhaps having a major crush on him.

while the members were immersed in an argument about what type of pizza was better, you slipped away, going to find hyunjin. they had told you he was in the bedroom, and you were curious as to what he was up to. however, you didn’t expect him to be face down on top of his covers, face pressed into the sheets. mouth slightly open. he looked adorable and irresistible. you couldn’t help yourself, so you laid down next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

an hour later, hyunjin woke up and nearly screamed finding someone laying next to him, but he recognized who it was. he was flustered, like to the point where his cheeks were bright red and his heart was racing out of his chest, he didn’t know what to do. and you were fast asleep. but, as hyunjin calmed down, he thought that you looked cute. it wasn’t everyday that you wanted to cuddle, and this was new to him. so, he got comfortable, adjusted himself to cuddle you back, and fell back asleep, a small, content smile on his face.

jisung

jisung had been acting extremely weird around you. you would often go up to him and he would avoid eye contact and seem restless. you would try to talk to him and he would stutter a lot. it was, in a way, stressing you out. why was he acting like this only around you?

jisung was working on a few songs by himself. so you went up to a few of the members who were watching tv. you asked them why he was acting so weird. they all seemed to know why, but instead of telling you, they told you to talk to him. so you tracked down jisung in his bedroom. he was surprised to see you walk in, a shy smile on his face. you didn’t hold back, you told him everything. “why have you been acting weird around me?”

and that’s when he admitted that he has feelings for you. it was a difficult process, but he spoke his feelings and thoughts. you blushed and grinned happily. later that night, while in his bedroom, you found yourself cuddling into his side. you didn’t realize it, but jisung was completely frozen and unable to focus on his work. but, he didn’t say anything because he enjoyed the warmth and affection.

felix

felix had approached you, asking if you wanted to see a movie with him. he was bored out of his mind, as he claimed to you, and begged you and begged you until your agreed. however, you did not expect him to buy two tickets for it: chapter 2. you were scared, and slightly excited as you did have a sliver of you that wanted to see it, and felix seemed very excited. he was raving about how good the first one was. so you and him got food and found your seats.

when the movie finally played, you anticipated all the jump scares and horror scenes. you were feeling yourself shake and cower. at one point, you accidentally grabbed felix’s hand and squeezed it. felix blushed but assumed that it didn’t mean anything. finally, you couldn’t take the scariness. you lifted up the drink holder in order to scoot over into felix’s seat and hold him. felix was absolutely  surprised, and his mind drifted away from the movie. you had never done this before. he was flustered, but seeing as you were shaking, he wrapped his arms around you (also because he was slightly scared himself).

after the movie, neither of you spoke a word, but the secret glances you and felix shared were noticed by the other guys. they noticed the blush in your and felix’s cheeks, so they came up with a plan to get you and felix together, but that’s another story.

seungmin

you were upset about the amount of stress you were experiencing. you had a lot on your plate, including stuff with work and school. you were also very exhausted and slowing your patience was wearing thin. you were at the dorm, a place you normally were at being friends with all the members. you were at the dinner table, all of your work spread out in front of you. and you just couldn’t take it.

the members heard you begin to cry from various places in the dorm. and seungmin was worried but he didn’t know what to do, so chan pushed him forward, “comfort her.” he demanded.

seungmin shyly and nervously sat down next to you, asking if you were okay. you only shook your head. seungmin began rubbing your shoulder in a comforting manner but it wasn’t working, so he stood up and hesitantly pulled you into a hug. immediately you melted into him and held him close. he was proud of himself for simply hugging you, he was surprised, however, by how you reacted. after you stopped crying, you pulled away, a deep blush in your cheeks. first, you had cried into seungmin’s shirt, and two, you and seungmin were hugging pretty intimately. you quickly apologized, but seungmin said that it was okay, silently hoping that there would be more moments where you and him could show more skinship (seungmin was head over heels for you, don’t tell him i said that.)

jeongin

jeongin was already shy as it is. he was both shy and young, which meant he was a little inexperienced in the whole dating aspect. he liked you, quite frankly. but he was too scared to do anything. one day, you were hanging out with him in his bedroom. the atmosphere was kinda heavy and awkward, neither of you spoke. “so, what’s up?” you’d ask every so often, earning a laugh from jeongin since you’ve asked the same question over and over.

finally, jeongin asked if you liked anybody, which was weird of him. when you glanced over, his cheeks were red hot. “jeongin, are you okay?”

he nodded. “yeah… just thinking.”

you curled into his side, cuddling him. jeongin swallowed hard, his cheeks burning still. his heart beat rapidly, but he tried to maintain his composure while you held him close. you had never done this before, and he had never been in this situation before. he tried to remain, still normal. “what are you thinking about?” you asked quietly.

jeongin spoke random thoughts to you, feeling very close and intimate with you in that moment. he was content, talking to you about everything, of course leaving out the part where he liked you. he was going to wait a little while until he would finally tell you...