#I do wanna hit her up again but if I get rejected I’d crawl into a cave and never come out

[stuckinapril]

try girls, not because they are better than men but because dyke drama will give you and your therapist sooo much content

I am bicurious but the one girl crush I did get I got too scared to ask out 😍😍😍

[hxseok-honee]

sundress || part 8

written portion under the cut!

sundress [part 8] || weirdly normal

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a/n : ['cause you're a one in a million // there ain't no man like you] streets x doja cat

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Saturday, 18 September, 4:33pm

“Sex?”

“No sex.”

“Not even a little bit of sex?! Just like, once a week!” Y/n lifts her head to level Yoongi with a glare, one that has him shrinking back and whispering ‘okay, no sex’. With a shake of her head, she’s dipping her head again, focusing in on the roll of parchment in her lap.

They’re sitting face to face on her bed, each holding some parchment and a quill as they try to ‘negotiate fair terms for their arrangement’, as Y/n had put it when Yoongi had complained about not needing rules.

Y/n’s making the final list of rules on her own parchment, Yoongi tearing off scraps of his and submitting suggestions, most of them sexual in nature. There’s a pile of rejects next to him, but he’s yet to lose hope. Ripping off another piece of paper, he scribbles ‘blowjobs?’ quickly and folds it in half, handing it over to her with a smile. She doesn’t even look up or open it, immediately crumpling it and throwing it back at him. It hits him squarely between the eyes.

Blinking once, he tears off another piece, unfazed - this one says ‘so no head?’. Somehow that one also hits him between the eyes.

“Okay — what do you think?” Y/n sits up straight with a smile, offering Yoongi her draft of the Rules List. He looks it over, eyebrows raised.

No sex!!

Romantic affection is to be kept to public situations as much as possible.

Saturday Night Routine is to remain untouched and untainted.

Min Yoongi must keep his scumminess to a minimum in private.

He finishes reading before looking up, eyes deadpan.

“You are so fucking boring.” Y/n scoffs, reaching out to take the parchment back, but he’s holding it above his head, grabbing for his quill. Quickly he scribbles a fifth rule, one that says “MAKE JEON JUNGKOOK SUFFER” in his chicken scratch. And then he looks up at her, another thought on his mind.

“We should have practice sessions.” Y/n furrows a brow, eyeing him with suspicion.

“What does that mean, and why do I already not like it?” He taps a finger on Rule #2, underlining the words ‘public situations’ lightly with his quill.

“We’re gonna be doing most of this stuff in public, so you’re gonna have to get used to getting freaky with me in public spaces. Library, broom closets, empty corridors and classrooms — that’s what I’m known for.” He looks almost proud when he says it, and Y/n can’t help her amused smile even as she shakes her head in disappointment.

“How are you so fundamentally gross as a person?” He grins back because she’s clearly fond of him, so he feels no shame in how he is, only explaining further.

“If the entirety of Hogwarts is gonna believe I’m taken and off the market, you’re gonna have to keep up with me, babe.” Y/n rolls her eyes, knowing he’s right despite not wanting to admit that. If Yoongi’s putting in the work to make it seem like he’s committed to her, she should at least meet him halfway. And Min Yoongi is a lot of things, but being a total sex fiend is what most people know him to be. She is gonna have to keep up.

“You realize it’s obvious you’re just trying to find somewhere to let out all your sexual frustration, right?” He doesn’t respond, only lifting an eyebrow, silently asking if she’s okay with that. After a moment, she’s sighing, pointing down at the list in his lap.

“Alright, fine. But we need rules for that, too.” He groans, throwing himself backwards onto her mattress dramatically.

“Why do you enjoy ruining every good thing in my life?” When she kicks at his thigh, he’s rolling over onto his stomach, flattening the parchment out in front of him so he can write the word ‘Sessions’, underlining it quickly. And then he looks at her.

“What are you comfortable doing?” She purses her lips, a smile dancing there, because she notices that he doesn’t make it about him and what he is and isn’t allowed to do. He makes it about her and respecting her boundaries. And she knows, by the way he’s tilting his head in confusion when she only smiles down at him, that he has no idea that he’s made that distinction. If he were anyone else, she’d be incredibly attracted to him right now.

But he is him. So she’s blinking that thought away, humming as she considers his question.

“Nothing below the belt…” He nods, writing as she speaks.

“Can I touch your butt?” When she lets out a noise of confusion, he’s looking up at her again. “Like, hand in your pocket while we walk, ass grabbing— that stuff.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t thought of that. She nods after a moment, not seeing the harm in him doing that. “Sure? Not my boobs, though.”

Immediately, he’s flopping backwards onto the bed again, whininess coating his voice when he complains.

“But I already felt everything in the shower! What’s the difference—Ow! Okay!” She’s pushed her feet up against his torso, kicking at him aggressively until he’s rolled away to where she can’t reach him. And then he’s pouting, making grabby hands at her for emphasis while he continues, at a distance now where he can complain safely.

“You know I’d pick tits over ass any day! You’re just doing this to hurt me.” Y/n only smiles mockingly, reaching out to tap a finger on the paper.

“Don’t forget to write ‘no boobs’ there, too!” Yoongi grimaces, rolling back toward her and picking up his quill, angrily scratching the words into the parchment.

“Okay, anything else?” He’d made a big fuss about not being able to touch her boobs, but he’s already over it, and — again — Y/n finds herself full of adoration that Yoongi will never push her boundaries, already having accepted them even when he was complaining about them.

You’re just all bark and no bite, aren’t you?

“Actually, I do bite. I like biting. Why do you ask?” Fighting the urge to smack the palm of her hand to her forehead at the realization that she’d said that aloud, Y/n shakes her head at Yoongi, who seems innocently confused. He shrugs when she doesn’t explain, his eyes lighting up when he thinks of something.

“We should do kinks.” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Absolutely not—"

“Why not?! We’re gonna figure out what we like eventually if we’re doing these practice sessions, so why not talk about it?” He looks childishly enraged, his pout returning. She only laughs at him, shaking her head.

“Because we’re not doing anything sexual, so what’s the point?” He sighs, sitting up and facing her, crossing his legs as he goes.

“Kinks don’t have to be sexual, you big nerd. It’s not about the sex — it’s about the trust.” Y/n blinks, not having expected him to say something so serious.

“Okay… but if it’s about the trust, how are you acting on all your kinks with the other people? You don’t really know them.” He smiles softly, shaking his head.

“I usually don’t, actually. I just do whatever they want.” Y/n gapes at him, unable to believe that Yoongi had been holding back this whole time.

“So, if someone’s into choking—"

“It’s up to them if they want to trust me to do that for them. Obviously, I’d never go too far, but everyone’s trust thresholds are different. Mine’s just really high, so I always made it about them instead.” He shrugs while he says it, as if they’re talking about what he’d had for lunch and not the surprising weight he puts on trust in sexual situations.

“And you wanna explore that stuff now? With me? We’re not even together.” He tilts his head in confusion again.

“Yeah? There’s no one I trust more than you.” Y/n thinks her head might actually start spinning, because Min Yoongi’s brain is just not wired the same as hers. His ability to be both incredibly simple about his life outlook and shockingly nuanced about the inner workings of his mind — he’s more than just confident and sure of himself. He’s completely self-aware. It’s not the first time she’s been stupidly fond of him, but right now, she thinks he’s amazing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/n blinks, realizing she’s just been staring at him that entire time. She shakes her head, slightly dazed, not even noticing that Yoongi’s looking at her with suspicious eyes. Pointing back to the list, she clears her throat awkwardly.

“Yeah, sure, kinks. But — I’m not telling you shit, it’s embarrassing. Figure it out yourself.” Eyebrows flying to his hairline, Yoongi reaches for the quill slowly, uncertainly.

“For real? You’re down?” She nods, trying to move on already, but Yoongi’s not letting it go, even as he writes it down. “Like… a game, then? We just test shit and see how we react? Because I already know you like having your hair pulled—“

“Oh my— Yoongi!” He snickers at her embarrassment, shaking his head. She has no reason to be shy, he thinks to himself. I’m the last person she has to worry about.

“So…” He glances up at her from where he lies, his eyes full of mischief. Y/n eyes him suspiciously, because he’s definitely about to say something stupid.

“Should we start now, then?” Lifting himself up onto all fours, he starts to crawl over to her, a smirk dancing on the edges of his lips — one that’s hidden quickly by the hand Y/n’s planting on his face, stopping him from coming any closer.

“Get out of my room, Yoongi.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Redirecting, Yoongi heads for the edge of the bed, sliding his sneakers on before standing. “I’ll be back in a couple hours—“ Turning, he cuts himself off, leaning down into Y/n’s face and smiling fondly when she backs away, rightfully wary of him.

“Kiss, please.” She’s immediately glaring, and he’s pointing down at the list on her bed, affronted. “You said Saturday Night Routine has to remain untouched — I still have like 2 hours until then. Kiss, please.”

With an irritated sigh, Y/n leans up, cupping Yoongi’s face and pressing her lips gently to his. Even knowing he’s probably got something up his sleeve, she’s unprepared for him to nibble at her bottom lip, trying to deepen the kiss. Pulling away quickly, she’s smacking at his arm indignantly, glaring when he laughs openly, his shoulders shaking as he does. He leans down quickly, pressing one last kiss to her lips before ducking out of the way of her swinging fist, chuckling to himself as he slings his bag over his shoulder and heads for the door.

“Don’t forget to choose something for us to watch while I pick up our food, okay? I’m not tryna let my dinner get cold because you’re indecisive.”

“That only happened once!” He shoots her a grin over his shoulder as he’s pulling her door open, his eyes amused.

“Love you!” Y/n rolls her eyes at the sing-song way he says it, responding with an annoyed ‘yeah, love you too’ as he’s closing the door behind him. She sits on her bed in silence for a few moments, vaguely disgruntled as she looks down at their list of rules and thinks about that entire conversation.

That was… weirdly normal.

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

[st0nesnglitter]

Bathroom

!!TW!! Non-consenual touching, please do not read if you’re not comfortable.

George making you feel safe at a party.

Friends to lovers :)

(Kissing, non-sexual stripping, alcohol consumption)

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Gryffindor parties were always wild. The brave ones always did the most to have the most energyfilled, loud and last all night long. Silencing spells had been casted, music blaring and one of the twins had casted a spell against the roof so it lit up in different colors. And everyone, fifth year and up, were invited.

But sometimes you wished that not everyone were there. Malfoy had been on your ass and you’ve tried to reject him but his pride had gotten in the way of every attempt. You waited for Alicia to get back with a new drink since Oliver knocked into her and made it spill out on the floor. You saw a streak of white getting closer to you in the midst of the crowd and you rolled your eyes.

”Hello y/n” he said in an attempt at a nonchalant tone.

”Hi Draco” you said forced and look down into your cup.

”You look ravishing darling” he said as he took a step closer. You sighed and look up to meet his cold eyes.

”And you look like you always do”.

”Oh don’t be like that sweetheart, we could be having fun instead of this back and forth” he stepped even closer and you felt that the wall behind you started to trap you.

”I don’t want that Draco, I want you to back the fuck off” you said sternly and hoped he would leave you alone.

”Come ooon” he drew out the word and bent his head down ”don’t pretend you don’t like this” his hands found your waist and started to slide down. You threw your cup to the ground and grabbed his wrist.

”Fuck off!!” You yelled and walked away.

In a state of distress you looked around for something to surround yourself with if Draco came back with Goyle and Crabbe. In the middle of a crowd you could spot a head above everyone elses and you lounged forward to it.

”George!” You tried to get his attention but the music was too loud and he was way taller than you. You grabbed onto his arm. His head whipped in your direction and he smiled, but when you said his name again and he barely made it out his smile dropped and he bent down to your level.

”What?” He asked into your ear.

”Can you follow me to the bathroom? Please?” You said back into his.

He pulled away to look at your face and nodded, taking your hand and walking with you to the designated dorm for all bathroom visits. When you didn’t go into the room his eyes furrowed.

”Thought you needed to go?” he said, speech slighlty slurred from his intoxication.

”Sorry, just needed to get away from Malfoy” you answered and let out a shaky breath.

”Are you okay love?” His tone was more worried now, his cloudy mind sobering up. You sighed and looked up at him with a sad smile.

”He’s just a dick, got a little too close and touched me in a wa-” George cut you off by walking past you. Your mind connected the dots and you grabbed his wrist.

”Don’t” you said softly ”he just wants attention and you beating him up won’t help”.

His darkened eyes softened at the sight of your face, even when you were shaken up by something you were still the most beautiful person in the world to him. He sighed and lifted up your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss.

”Want me to dye his hair pink?” He asked with a crooked smile and you giggled, the sound filling his chest with pride.

”Pretty sure his dad would get you expelled if you did that” you said and your hands rested against his chest, the intimate situation and the influence of alcohol made you be closer with him.

He smelled like beer and his cologne and it helped you calm down to just focus on the familiar scent. His eyes watched you intently, waiting to see if the incident had slipped your mind or if he needed to distract you more.

Being so close to him made you appreciate his features and your thoughts started to center around him and you felt like you needed to let some of it out so your head didn’t explode.

”You’re pretty” you mumbled after a few beats of silence of you two just looking at each other.

”And you’re drunk” he smiled back, beaming from the compliment ”but you’re also really pretty”.

”Would you think I was taking advantage of your drunken state if I made out with you right now?” You continued and he chuckled.

”If you’re okay with it I’d love to make out with you” he said and placed one hand behind your neck and one on your cheek.

”I’m very okay with that” you stood up on your toes to reach Georges head as he bent down.

And then you just stood there for a while, lips softly moving together. Georges hand that was previously moved down to the small of your back and let you push him against the wall behind him. His face broke out in a smile and as you pulled away you placed a couple kisses down his neck and one on his collarbone as he stood up straight again.

”Don’t wanna go back down there, too loud” he mumbled and you giggled slightly.

”Since when have you had problem with loud noises?”

He rolled his eyes and created some space between you two with a pout.

”Was gonna invite you to my bed for some cuddles, but forget it” he muttered with fake sourness and crossed his arms.

”’M sorry Georgie, I’d love to go to bed, ’m tired” you said and offered him your hand.

He took it with a smile and you went to his room and you rid yourself of your clothes except your underwear and the shirt you were wearing.

”Wanna borrow pyjamas?” George asked you as he stood by his drawer, gloriously shirtless.

You nodded and he pulled out a soft cotton tee for you before pulling off his trousers and dragging a pair of worn out red pyjama pants. He turned his back toward you so you comfortably could change into his shirt before climbing into his bed.

George looked over and sucked in a breath at the sight: you in one of his shirts, in his bed with a blissful expression on your face. He pulled a hand through his hair before crawling into bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you and he peppered kisses to your cheek and neck, giggles escaping your lips at the tickling sensation. After a few moments you calmed down and George pulled you as close as humanly possible and you relished in being so close to him.

”I think I’m falling for you, y’know” George mumbled into the side of your neck. You smiled and placed a hand in is hair, playing with the soft locks.

”Good, wouldn’t want to be the only one falling” you whispered back. He placed a last kiss to your lips before wishing you a good night and drifted off to sleep.

George woke up as the sun shone in his eyes. A few moments of confusion hit him as he felt a warm presence next to him before he saw your sleeping face. He couldn’t stop smiling as he realized that it wasn’t a dream and that he actually got to cuddle up to you. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead before he fell back asleep.

—————

Fuck men, except George Weasley🥰

(Happened to me, minus the gorgeous redhead)

[cosmiclatte28]

Just Friends (Jeno x you, Chenle)

a/nn : hey there, the ending looks rushed but its coz i wanna try and keep my promise of posting a story this week. I know it's super bad but I am trying to pick my writing nerves back. Pardon me for all stupid scenes but I am trying.. feels like i am back to learning crawling and walking.. but here it is!

warning: friend zone

characters : jeno, jaemin, renjun, chenle

He was always there when you needed him. No matter how sunny or windy it is outside, Jeno always finds his way to come and sit by your side. It’s amazing and wonderful how he always manages to ditch his works for you.

“I’m bored,” you send the short message to Jeno, your best friend. Usually it doesn’t take long before his message will come in with a reply like “Should I come over?” but not today. Lately, he has been acting differently. He doesn’t text you as often and he seems busy. You didn’t fuss over it at first. Thinking that finally Jeno is giving himself some time and is able to do stuff he wanted to do.

You waited for his text but nothing came in, you wanted to call but you’re afraid if he’s still sleeping. After all this is a Sunday morning, he might have played games too much last night and slept early in the morning.

“Were you guys playing last night?” you send another short message to his gaming friend, Taeyong.

Taeyong replied to you quickly “We did, but Jeno wasn’t playing with us. What’s the matter?” Taeyong doesn’t even need you to mention you’re looking for Jeno’s whereabouts.

“Oh, well I am not asking about Jeno, what makes you mention his name.”

Taeyong only replies with a laughing emoji and a “Everyone knows both of you are always together. He always mutes his mic whenever you call.”

You blush at that, something cool about him is that whenever you called to talk about some of your feelings, he could always pick your call up. Although you know he keeps on playing, at least he mutes the mic and he’s listening to you and you feel less lonely.

But you wonder if Jeno is just doing all of this because he is your bestfriend or he likes you. No bestfriend acts this far! They’ll reject your call instead.

Your brother has repeatedly remind you that you shouldn’t fall for his sweet charms. You always deny him and said you are just seeing Jenoa as your friend, but why does it feel different now whenever he picks your call or stops his game for you. He used to do that, but only now did you feel it as something special.

You finally decided to call him since its almost lunch time and he hasn’t replied your text.

You reach his voicemail and that’s something new.

“I’m coming over to your house. Is everything okay?” you send it and quickly dress up.

There’s just something unsettling in your heart to not get any news at all from Jeno.

You arrive at his apartment door right on time when his roommate, Renjun, is entering the building.

“Renjun ah!” you yell and the boy luckily hears you and holds the door open for you. You need access to get into the building, good thing Renjun is here.

“Oh (y/n), what are you doing?”

“Going to check on Jeno.”

“Oh when I left for the market earlier, he’s still asleep.”

You just nod and follow him to the unit. When both of you step in, you don’t see any signs of Jeno at all. So, you knock on his door and push it open only to find its locked.

“Hm weird, he locked the room.” you mutter.

Renjun saw you still in front of the room and asked “Oh it's locked? He never locks his door.” Renjun tries pushing the door but to no avail it's not swinging open.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait.” you knock on the door and finally hear a reply.

Jeno finally appears behind the locked door. His messy hair is still there and he lets you into the room.

“Hey, is everything good?” you ask after sitting on his bed and Jeno grabs a fresh pair of sweaters. He was just in his tank earlier.

He nods, his eyes still closed.

“Were you drinking?” you push his hair away when he leans to your shoulder.

He nods “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you but it was an all guys night.”

You nod “It’s okay, I was never mad you didn’t bring me. I don’t like parties that much after all.”

“My head hurts.” he whines.

You chuckle “Forgot to drink water right?” you push him your water bottle and he chugs it down.

“Have you eaten lunch?” he asks after gaining his soul completely

“Not yet, you want to eat somewhere?”

He stands up and picks his phone, fiddles with it for a while before finally answering “I have something to do tonight. Is it okay if we just eat somewhere nearby?”

Your brow raised in surprise, Jeno has never been this weird. He used to have his own events but he will definitely tell you what it is and not just vague news. But you don’t want to meddle too much with his schedule, so you just stand up and leave him to change.

“Oh hey Jaemin.” you greet the third roommate that lives with Jeno. He too, seems to just wake up from his wild night.

“Where are you from?” you ask the messy looking boy. Well his shirt is super messy.

He just smiles lazily and rubs his hair away “A stranger’s house. Was too drunk to remember.”

You just scoff “Getting laid again?”

The jock just smiles and washes his face with cold water. “Jeno has great self control.”

You just nod. Though Jeno said the party was all guys, you know there’s still chances of the guys bringing girls over and Jaemin is just one of the popular jocks here.

“You should come and join us next time. The drinks are amazing.” he shakes his head after washing his face.

You laugh “You know I don’t like parties, I’d rather watch movies with Renjun.” you plop yourself down on the sofa, admiring Renjun’s busy hands chopping onions as he prepares his lunch.

“Fine, but don’t be jealous if Jeno finds his lover.” Jaemin teases you. You’re used to the guys teasing you that if you don’t claim Jeno soon, he will get a girlfriend eventually and you will be pushed away. You used to think that Jeno won’t push you away if he gets a girl, but now you start to worry what if the girl wants Jeno to stay away from you? Now that is not Jeno’s fault but you will get hurt right?

“Kidding, don’t kill me. Jeno will be mad if he knows I tease you like this.” Jaemin gives you a quick side hug and you just roll your eyes.

“Come (y/n), let’s go.” Jeno appears with a fresh face, looks like he showered quickly before going with you.

“So, what did you do last night?” Jeno asks you when the two of you are already in his car and he’s driving downtown.

“Just in my room, checking on my blog and watching films. Not much fun, but I enjoy that.”

Jeno smiles “Sorry, I will accompany you next time.”

You shake your head “Why are you weird? It’s okay. I never force you to hang out with me because I know you don’t like to watch films.”

Jeno tosses a glance on you “But still, you’re lonely. Your friends are away on their vacation.”

You punch him “What’s wrong! This is so not you.”

He just smirks “Fine, you seem bored to have me around. I’ll go away so you miss me.”

You thought he was joking, so you play along. “Okay then, let’s see who misses who first.”

--

You stare at your phone and blink several times after seeing a text from Jeno saying that he couldn’t accompany you to the market because his girl wants him to accompany her shopping.

You were shocked at the news that he has a girlfriend and he didn’t tell you. And you’re surprised because Jeno never wanted to accompany you shopping, what makes him want to do that for his girl?

Now you understand why the other boys tease you, indeed it's you who is losing if Jeno gets a girl. Even if you get a boy, Jeno won’t bother too much because now you realize you are the one who loves him as someone more than friends, and to Jeno you are just his other best friend.

You grab your phone and begin dialing a number you remember by heart.

After five beeps the sweet voice on the other side greets you “Hello (y/n)! What’s the matter?”

You pull your phone away from your ear, the loud noise coming from the phone was pretty loud for eleven in the morning.

“You’re partying this early? Jaemin, it's not healthy.” you groan but the other guy only laughs “We’re not partying hard yet. Where are you now?”

You smile “Home, why?”

“Not doing anything?” he questions as he takes a look around his surroundings. No Jeno in sight

“Nope. I’m just in my house alone, why?” Jaemin’s breath hitches and he gulps “Oh that’s weird, Jeno is also not here.”

“Where are you at?” your curiosity peaks and the sweet guy replies “Go change, I am having a summer pool party at Jaehyun’s house. Come join us, we’re having barbecues and some afternoon fun and games. Renjun will pick you up in thirty minutes.”

You take a look at Jeno’s text and finally decide that you should just go have fun in the sun.

“Okay, just wait Renjun.Take care and see you!”

You glance at your phone one last time, still no text from Jeno at all. Maybe this is it, the sign and time to finally let go of the “more than friends” feeling that you have on your bestie.

After donning your summer dress and taking a piece of swimsuit, you put your sunglasses on while taking the stairs down to meet Renjun.

“Hello there hottie,” Renjun chuckles when you already sit down nicely beside him.

You roll your eyes “What? I’m here to have fun.” you snicker and Renjun just shakes his head before finally accelerating to Jaehyun's house.

The host greets you nicely and Jaemin greets you to a bone crushing hug. You just hug him back before checking around to see who is here. Some of the guys here are familiar but some of them are also strangers to you.

“Do you know everyone here?” you nudge Jaemin’s elbow and the guy nods while sipping from his red solo cup “Everyone’s my friend here. What? You have an eye on someone already? I thought you’re loyal to Jeno.”

You scoff and hit his back “Shut up. We’re only friends and he got a girl. Now I want to make more friends, who is that guy?” your eyes focus on the young lad who has a black shades on, his fluffy brown hair just flying with the wind and suddenly you know Renjun is talking to him and he bursts into a super loud high pitch laugh. Interesting.

“Oh, that is a student from China, his name is Chenle, come I can introduce you to him.”

Before you can shake your head, Jaemin already drags you to the guy and they seem close because the next thing you know Jaemin is already introducing you to the cute guy.

“I’m Chenle, nice to meet you.” he extends his arm and you grab his palm, shaking it “(y/n), pleased to meet you too. So, can I get to know you better?” you wink and make the guy in front of you smirk.

Behind Chenle you can see Jaemin and Renjun stifling a laugh. The two guys wink back at you and leave you alone with Chenle.

Deep inside your heart you know why Jaemin and Renjun sent you that wink. They know you are moving on to the hot stuff in your sight and slowly forget about the unrequited love you have for your best friend.

After all, the myth is 90% right. When a guy and a girl become good friends, one of them will fall in love and still the best way to keep the friendship going is to keep being just friends.

So, maybe this Chenle sweetheart will be your boyfriend, or maybe someone else. Whichever that is, you have to let Jeno go to his significant others.

end or maybe there will be a part where you get to know Chenle and Jeno is jealous

net @superm-net @multifandomnet

[spideymarvelws]

i love your writing, hope you’re doing well 💞 could i request something where tom asks y/n’s dad for marriage permission and then flash forward to the proposal?

I changed up a few things I hope you don’t mind!

Also i kinda wanna do a social media version but idk i think it would be fun

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Warnings : some cursing, suggestive themes, nothing but floof and happiness

Word Count : 3.5k

Smiles and Pure Happiness

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Tom laid silently with your weight on half of his body. One of his hands supported the back of his head on the soft mattress while the other held you tightly against his bare body, keeping your warmth as close as possible. Your legs were tangled together beneath the sheets that only covered the both of you from the waist down, the rest of it spread across the floor.

You’d fallen asleep hours ago. After some lazy sex to ‘try out the new bed’ in your hotel room, you passed out almost immediately. The flight was exhausting, and with the time difference he wasn't surprised to hear the little snores coming out of your slightly parted lips as soon as your face hit the pillow.

But for the life of him he couldn't fall asleep with you.

No matter how much time he spent shutting his eyes, waiting for his body to relax, it never would. He constantly changed his position with the limited movement he had to maybe find a more comfortable spot but nothing. He even got up to close the curtains and grab his earpods to play some relaxing music but it didn't help in the slightest.

He just couldn’t stop thinking.

Today was the day, the big day where he would finally ask you the question that had been floating in his mind for the past months. The day he would bend down on his knee, pull out the ring he’d been keeping in the back of his closet and propose to you.

He already had everything planned out, whatever you wanted to do after you woke up he would go along with until it was sunset. From there, he would take you for a stroll on the docks nearby, maybe buy some ice cream to waste some time if needed.  Harry and the rest of his family, including yours, should be set up in a hut alongside the beach, hidden from the spot he would propose so they could take pictures and celebrate with you.

But what if he didn’t reach the spot in time for sunset? What if he messed up and stopped a few feet short so Harry couldn't film everything properly? What if you didn’t want to go to the beach at all? What if you wanted to go to the hot tub or the rooftop?

What if you rejected him, what if you said no?

Despite five years spent together, even more as friends and even having discussions about marriage, he still felt the doubt that you would say no. That you would run as soon as he pulled the ring out.

He looked down at your sleeping face squished against his chest, clueless to the turmoil happening in his head. He wanted this, he wanted to be able to go out and call you his wife, he wanted you to show off the diamond on your ring to the people who asked. He wanted to take this next step with you.

He just hoped you felt the same.

You shifted around, rustling the sheets as you cuddled closer to his chest, your face scrunching up when you nuzzled your cheek against his skin. He raised his hand to your back, his fingers walking up and down your spine. You hummed, letting out a big yawn as you mumbled some incoherent words.

“You’re going to need to speak up if you want me to hear you love,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head as you moved around even more.

“I said i’m tired but I don't want to go back to sleep,” you sniffed, tracing random patterns on his chest, “That and I’m hungry,”

Tom chuckled, “Well you could’ve just started with that,” he rested his cheek on the top of your head, “We could order room service if you’d like,”

“Meh,” you raised your head to look up at him, “I wanna get out of the room for a while,” 

“Well, in that case...” He reached over to grab the pamphlet he took from the front desk when he checked the both of you in. 

Leaning back up against the bed frame with a sigh, he raised his arm for you to settle against his thigh with the new change in position. He rested his hand on your stomach while you played with the edges of the blanket that wrapped around your body like second skin.

“There's a buffet happening at six in the lobby,” he squinted his eyes as he read over the tiny writing, “That’s in like thirty minutes, we could get ready in that time,”

He groaned when you started to giggle, lowering the piece of paper to look at you.

“What is it?” he playfully flicked the top of your head.

You stifled your laughter with your hand, “This is why you don’t forget your glasses on the plane,” you smiled up at him with hooded eyes, “Such a sad loss for us all,”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,”

“Hey, I offered to get you knew ones before we left but you were too much in a rush,” you poked his stomach, “You really wanted to get here quickly,”

He let out a deep breath, laughing off your words. He remembered rushing you out the airport, practically dragging you throughout the building and pushing you into the car he rented for the trip. You found it amusing while he was freaking out that he might not reach the hotel in time and mess up the entire schedule.  

“Yeah, well, I’m in need of a vacation after filming so many movies back to back,”

You hummed, sitting up to straddle his waist, something you always did when you wanted to talk to him directly with no distractions. Your arms went to wrap around his shoulders, pulling his chest against yours. He put his hands on your hips out of instinct, blowing a strand of hair that decided to fall in his eyes that moment.

“That you are,” you said, pushing the brown lock behind his ear before leaning in to kiss his neck, “So stop being so tense baby,” you mumbled, trailing your lips up his jaw to the corner of his lips, “We have a week all to ourselves, no work, nobody to interrupt us and a beautiful view everywhere we go,” you quickly pecked his lips, smiling widely when he chased them as your pulled away.

“And I couldn’t be happier,” he sighed, leaning in to press his lips fully against yours, sighing when they made contact. His biggest source of comfort were your lips, soft and plush against his skin. His neck, his cheek, his forehead, he didn't care, as long as they were on him, he was at peace.

“As much as I would love to makeout with you,” you giggled, pulling away and hopping out of his lap, “We have a buffet to get ready for,”

“The buffet isn't going anywhere!” he whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

Maybe he was stalling, just a little, but he didn't want to leave bed just yet. If things went well, this might be the final night he would be able to call you his girlfriend, instead his fiancé which wasn’t a bad thing, it just all felt so surreal. That and he didn’t like that you were putting back on some fresh panties from your suitcase, covering your body from his view.

You rolled your eyes, walking back over to him and placing a gentle kiss on his nose. Grabbing his hand you pulled him out of the bed, groaning when his heavy mass crashed into you, nearly knocking you down but his arms wrapped around you just in time, keeping you pressed against his chest.

“Can’t we stay just a bit longer,” he began kissing the corner of your mouth, trailing his lips down your jaw and to the side of your neck where he began biting and sucking at the skin. He smirked when you let out a tiny moan, your hands moving from his chest and squeezing at his shoulders.

After a few more seconds, you finally caved.

“Okay fine, ten more minutes and then we leave okay?”

He beamed at your words, picking your up by the waist and throwing your back on the bed. You giggled as he crawled over you, locking his lips back on to yours, his hands moving up and down your body, caressing the soft skin.

Maybe being late to the buffet wouldn't mess up his plan too much...

…

“What would you like to ask me Tom?” Your father questioned him as he handed him a glass of water.

Tom gulped down the water, hoping that it would calm his nerves but it only added to his stress. He’s spent years as an actor, memorizing lines and whole scripts by memory to recite in front of a large group of people and yet he was speechless in front of your own father.

“I-” he let out a deep breath, “It’s concerning Y/n,”

Your father crossed his arms, leaning back on the kitchen counter with a serious face, “Continue,”

“I’m going to ask her to marry me,”

It was silent after that. He watched as your father began to process his words, what scared him more was the unidentifiable look on his face.

Until he sighed, passing his hand over his face.

“I’ve meet a lot of people my daughter has decided to date, but your different,” he sighed, almost as if he didn't want to say those words, “But I’ve never seen her this happy in a while, and that’s all i ever want for my little girl,” he slapped a hand on his back, “And if it’s you that makes her happy, then go for it. I’d be proud to welcome you into our family,”

Tom glanced at you through the mirror, watching as you smiled brightly at your reflection. You caught him staring, blowing him a kiss and walking back into the bathroom, most likely to fix up the minor flaws you pointed out. 

He palmed the box in his pocket, biting his lip as he took it out to look at the ring. He wanted to see that smile again, he wanted to see the same smile when he opened the box for you, the same smile when he slid the jewel on your finger, the same smile when you walked up the alter and the same smile for the rest of his fucking life.

“Are you ready?” you said, stepping out of the bathroom.

He could feel his heart stop as he took in every inch of you. You wore a beautiful sundress that complemented every part of your body, flowing gently at your legs paired with simple slippers that were easy to slide off your feet and a cute floppy hat on your head. 

No matter how many times he sees you, he always felt like it was the first time all over again. He could never get over your beauty, your charm, just your overall presence that he had the privilege of getting to see up close.

After all these years he just couldn't believe that you were his.

“More than I could ever be,” he smiled, offering his arms for you to hold wrap your own around.

“Always the cliche, aren't you Holland?” you teased, smiling while you hooked your arm around his elbow, pulling yourself closer to his side.

“Only for you,” he kissed your forehead, walking towards the exit of your hotel room and opening the door, “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

…

You and Tom made your way down the shore, shoes in hand while the other held onto each other’s. Both of your stomachs were stuffed full with all the food you could fit, making you both a bit sluggish while you walked but neither of you cared. His mind was focussed on much more important things, like the beautiful scenery in front of him.

And it wasn't the sun setting in the distance rather the beautiful girl that led him in that direction.

“I still don’t know why you’re caught up on this,” he groaned.

“It was awful!” you laughed, swinging your locked hands back and forth,“Like, I knew you didn’t like cats but come on! You couldn’t make one exception for mine?”

“The thing pounced on me as soon as it saw me! Fucking hissing like an animal,”

“Because it is one!” you smacked his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes when he yelped in false pain.

“Okay, fair point, but doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumbled

“Like him, and his name is Leo,”

“Shit name if you ask me...”

“Excuse me!”

“I’m kidding, i’m kidding,” he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the knuckles, “I’m sure I will grow to love...Leo,”

You sighed, “Him and Tess already get along so well, kind of like our own little family don't you think?”

Tom froze at your words but quickly caught himself, “Yeah, yeah our own little family. I’m sure Tess would appreciate the company,”

“Oh, so you’d give up your comfort for your dog but not for me,” you gave him a playful glare, “I see how it is,”

“To be fair, I did warn you that she’d always come first,”

“And I said the same with Leo, but you didn’t seem to like that!”

“I don’t like cats!”

“Your preference for dogs will be the downfall of this relationship.” 

He could help but laugh out loud at your words, the both of your falling into a fit of giggles as you continued further down the sand. His eyes darted around the area, instantly recognising the bushes Harry showed him in a picture earlier. 

He instantly clammed up.

But before he could suggest anything, you pulled at his arm, pointing at the shore line.

“I’m sorry why are we talking here when we could be playing in the water?” you let go of his hand when he wasn’t budging, spinning around and looking at him, “Come on! We didn’t come to a beach resort for nothing?”

He silently cursed at your words, turning to you with wide eyes that he was too terrified to hide.

“Well- uh, i mean, the water is probably really cold love, I don’t think we should be playing in it this time of night-”

“Oh come on Tommy,” you pleaded, tugging at his arm once again with a pout, “Please!”

He bit the inside of his lip. Oh how he hated that face

“Fine.” he grumbled, letting you drag him across the beach. 

You dropped your shoes in the sand before running into the shallow waters with your dress rolled up as high as you could get it, supporting the clothes with one hand. The other dragged itself across the surface of the water, letting the cold touch send shocks up the warmness of your hand.

“Are you joining me?” you called out to him, turning around to face him.

He swore it wasn’t the moon in the sky or the lights along the beach that light up the atmosphere but your smile. Your bright, wide smile that showed of your teeth and stretched out your lips, illuminating all the stars in the night sky.

He knew it was cliche, but it was true.

“In a second darling,” he bent down to roll up his pants before running into the water with you, immediately splashing you purposely with his hand.

“Hey!” you gasped, splashing him back with the same force.

He was quick to block the splatter but his arms were useless. Your playful banter soon turned into a fight for who could make the other more wet, laughing and giggling when your attempts at making the other soaked only did the same for you in the process.

Tom grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to his chest grinning like a mad man. He took off your hat and placed it on his head, twisting his face to make you laugh even more.

“Give me back my hat Tommy,” you reached to take it back but he swiftly raised it in the air.

“You’re going to have to kiss me for it darling.”

You rolled your eyes, “Seriously?”

He only shrugged, puckering his lips, “Yep.”

Without hesitation you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, not even thinking to pull away when he gently laid it back on your head. It was slow, savoring the feelings, the movements, the taste.

Reluctantly, Tom had to pull away, noticing the orange and red hue reflecting in your eyes.

It was time.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

“Yeah Tommy?”

It was now or never.

“I need to tell you something, well ask you something- but tell you something before i ask you the something-”

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re rambling.”

“Right, sorry,” he let out a nervous chuckle before taking a deep breath to recoup himself, “I- I’m just really nervous,”

“There’s nothing to be worried about Tommy,” you placed a comforting hand on his cheek, “It’s just me,”

You were right, it was just you. He had nothing to worry about, because whatever words he said or how many times he stuttered or stumbled that was just him. You looked at him for that, the imperfections that made him perfect for you.

“Seven years ago I met you by spilling my drink all over you at a bar,” you both laughed at the memory, “It’s crazy to think that you actually still wanted to talk to me afterwards, fuck you even offered to buy me a new one... I- i didn't deserve your kindness that day but you gave it to me. You gave me something that day that I just couldn't let go… and I didn’t,”

He took a step back, but keeping your hands in his, “Two years after that I asked you out, before that prick Jared could-”

“-you really didn’t like him,” you giggled.

“Yeah, yeah I didn’t. I hated that he was the one that pushed me over, it should've been on my own terms, or whenever I gained the confidence but- I’m glad it happened. And I’m glad you accepted. Because I am now the happiest man on earth and these past five years with you have been the highlight of my life. Every date, every moment, every late night talking about absolutely nothing has made me fallen deeper and deeper in love with you and I’d be a fool to ever fucking let that go,”

Without another second waisted he let go one of your hands and took out the box from his pocket and kneeled down on his knee. The waves crashed against his leg, soaking his trousers but he didn't care, not in that moment anyways.

As he opened the box to reveal the ring, your hand shot up to your mouth. The tears that had been silently falling throughout his heartfelt speech turned into loud, choked sobs, falling heavy down the side of your face, mixing with the water that moved across your feet.

“I love you Y/n Y/l/n, nothing I've ever felt with anyone has matched up to what I've felt with you. The freedom to be myself, the intense happiness that burst from my chest with just the sight of you looking back at me. And right here, right now I’m kneeling here to ask you-” he let out a deep breath.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” you cried, nodding your head up and down vigorously, “yes, one hundred times yes,”

“May I?” he gestured to your hand, barely keeping himself together. 

All you could muster was a small nod, shakily holding out your hand for him to slip on the ring. He did so delicately, his hands shaking but his smile couldn't be wider. 

Once the ring was secure, you tackled him to the water letting it soak both of you, engulfing you in the freezing cold but neither of you could care, not in that moment. All that mattered was you. He felt like a fool to think that you would ever say no, that you wouldn't be as happy as he was kneeling down on his knee and muttering the words he’s been wanting to for so long.

When you pulled away to look him in the eyes, he took the opportunity to take your hand with the ring in his, kissing gem and intertwined his fingers with his. You pressed your forehead on his, his face hurting from how wide he was smiling.

“I love you, future Mrs. Holland, my future wife,”

“I love you too future husband,”

With that, you both sealed your love with a kiss under the night sky, lighting up the water with your ecstasy.

...

I tried to write from the reader’s pov for the proposal but i couldn't lmaoo I just felt more comfortable writing it from Tom’s

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hi! i wanted to request a smutty fic w prompt 100 with ransom and reader. maybe they were at a party and someone was hitting on reader and touching her and ransom got mad. 🤗

Hi love! Again, to everyone (including you) that has sent in a request, i’m sorry it’s taken so long. I feel bad for making people wait but i never wanna upload work that’s anything short of great in my eyes. I always want to be at my best. This didn’t quite go the way i wanted it to but i really hope it’s still good. Everyone reading, please feel free to leave feedback. It helps and is very appropriated.

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Prompt #100: “Call me selfish, but i don’t ever want anyone else touch you”

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, smut, sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, slight ownership kink (if you squint) and daddy kink. 18+

Word Count: 3,563

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Over My Dead Body

When making plans for the weekend with Ransom, going to a party full of stuck up rich people wasn’t exactly on your agenda. But, seeing it’s part of his lifestyle, you made an exception and besides it was yet another party hosted by his grandfather Harlan. 

You never used to attend these parties since Ransom never invited you. He preferred to keep your interactions strictly bedroom related, nothing more, nothing less. It was beginning to confuse the hell out of you because sometimes on a rare occasion, he’d let you meet his friends and family.

But as previously stated, it’s rare.

When the two of you first met, sparks flew instantly. Your friend had introduced you, she was on a date with her boyfriend, her boyfriend brought him along just like she brought you along.

Their way of setting you two up. And it worked.

A solid 2 hours after meeting the man, he was balls deep inside of you making you forget your own name and turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. Since then you’ve been hooked. Whenever either of you are horny, you fuck.

But like any other fuck buddy relationships, there’s a catch. You two have a clear love for each other, one that neither of you will ever be brave enough to admit. Mostly because Ransom is a huge commitment phobe. The thought of only being with one girl for the rest of his life scares him and you just don’t admit your feelings because the thought of being rejected weighs heavier than the optimism of it working out in your favour.

 Although he’s scared of settling down, Ransom sure did seem keen to bring you along with him to this party tonight which now you come to think of it, he’s been like that the last few times he’s taken you out.

Maybe he’s changing his mind.

“Red wine?” you hear, turning your head to see the man himself holding a wine glass for you and a tumbler glass for himself, no doubt filled with whiskey on the rocks. He does love his whiskey after all.

“Thank you, so tell me again. Why am i here?”  you ask before taking a rather large sip of your wine, you certainly need liquid courage if you’re going to talk to these people.

“Who else would i have brought?” he responds, voice monotone, almost as if he’s bored and very uninterested. So all this time you thought there was a possibility of him changing his mind when in reality, he’s just been bringing you along to all of these lavish parties to keep up appearances.

No doubt to keep that controlling mother off of his back.

You shrug, continuing to look around as Ransom greets some of his grandfathers guests. One of them looks at you before looking at Ransom who eventually introduces you two, attempting to strike up some small talk until he’s being dragged away to talk to a group of men who no doubt are a lot older than him. Leaving you stood all alone.

That’s when you spot a guy across the room. He looks around Ransoms age. Tall, expensive suit, blonde hair and blue eyes. Plus he seems friendly. He raises his hand to wave and you reluctantly strut over, greeting him with a shy smile which he reciprocates.

“So, what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing stood all alone?” his compliment has you flustered and unsure how to respond but still, you find the words “thank you and i’m not alone, i came here with Ra-”

“Ransom Drysdale, yeah i saw you with him, where did he disappear to?”

“I have no idea, off talking to random strangers” you chuckle nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed about his absence. Little do you know, Ransom can see you with this mystery man, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw at the sight of you laughing.

Surely he can’t be that funny, he thinks to himself. But he is. He’s hilarious.

“So what do you think drew her to him then?” you giggle, gesturing to the couple next to you, a woman who’s dressed up to the nines with her husband who looks a lot older than her “oh obviously his looks, what makes you question her intentions?” he smirks and you shove him playfully.

“Oh of course. What was i thinking? Silly me” you wink, downing the rest of your drink in seconds before he takes another flute of champagne off of the waitresses tray for you.

“If i didn’t know any better i’d say you’re trying to get me drunk sir” you say using your best posh voice. Unbeknownst to you though, Ransom can hear your whole conversation, every single thing you’re saying to this man.

But can he really be mad? You’re only talking to, right? Besides he’s not exactly your boyfriend so you’re free to talk to whoever you want. Not that you want anyone else.

What he won’t admit now though is how jealous he is right now, he’s had just about enough of another man making you laugh the way that he’s supposed to make you laugh and now the only way this man is taking you home is over his dead body. But for now, he’s gonna make use of his best poker face, side eyeing the two of you on the sly as anger starts to build.

You start to look around the room yourself, trying to find Ransom and as you do, you spot him heading over to the drinks table so you decide to take that as your opportunity to excuse yourself, joining your date.

“Hey you” you bump him, a cheesy grin plastered across your face, one that fades as quickly as it appeared thanks to Ransoms straight and unimpressed expression.

You stand in front of him, blocking his access to the drinks “is everything okay?” but instead of an answer, you get silence. No response whatsoever. Why is he ignoring you?

“Ransom?” 

“What?” he mutters, evidently agitated “what’s wrong?”

He chuckles in response, shoving past you to get his drink and lifting the tumbler to his plump pink lips, practically gulping it down without even so much as a flinch “oh don’t worry, everything is fine. Hey why don’t you go back to your little conversation with Mr Perfect will you” and just like that, he’s storming away from you and up the stairs to the second floor, instantly regretting sending you back to that man.

What could have gotten him so wound up?

If seeing you with that guy is the problem then maybe he shouldn’t have left you.

And without a second more to overthink and fester over his random outburst, you return to the other gentleman. One who knows how to treat you with respect as opposed to shutting you out.

“Hello again” he beams “i was about to say your name but then i remembered we never exchanged those”

“I’m Y/N”

“Jack”

“Nice to meet you Jack”

“Likewise”

The two of you shake hands as another conversation sparks up, pushing all Ransom related thoughts to the back of your already full brain.

Whilst Ransom is sat in the bathroom. Flustered, angry and ready to blow his lid at something so small. A situation that means nothing. That man means nothing to you, surely. You’re just being friendly, after all he did leave you to go and socialise. What did he expect you to do? Stand in the corner away from everyone?

You don’t want this guy though. Jack is just a friend you’ve made here. You want Ransom and he wants you too but his pride is in the way.

God what is wrong with him?

Evidently a lot.

One minute he’s all over you, taking you to parties and the next he’s giving you the silent treatment and acting like you’ve done something wrong.

And the only reason for his odd behaviour is because of the plan he made for tonight. Anyone who knows Ransom knows very well about his thoughts on relationships but with you, things are different and they always have been. You force him out of his comfort zone, you challenge him and you make him better. He was so nervous for tonight that the second the two of you arrived at the party he was drinking and acting strange.

As much as the thought of settling down scares him, he knows that it’s much better to tell you than watch you leave and find someone new. Seeing you with that guy only confirmed that. 

After spending who knows how long in the bathroom trying to talk himself out of kicking up a fuss, he heads back down to the party, maybe he should go and spend more time with you but as he walks down the stairs, he instantly spots you and that same guy again. His hand is on your arm and you’re way too close for his liking. Close enough to make his skin crawl and his jaw clench even tighter. 

He storms over, hearing his voice as he does so.

“So i know you came here with Ransom but i was wondering if i could maybe get your number?” he asks, scratching the back of his head as he anxiously awaits your reply.

Jacks nerves are abundantly clear until Ransom cuts you off, stopping you from opening your mouth to respond. He tugs on your arm, pulling you back “the answers no, prick” he snaps, dragging you through the crowd and out into the cold night air, barely giving you a chance to say goodbye to anyone and causing goosebumps to form all over your bare arms and legs.

“Ransom what the fuck?” you yell, trying your best to yank your arm from his tight grip “just get in the fucking car” he demands, opening the door for you. How chivalrous of him. His raised voice made you jump a little, cowering slightly and leaving you with no choice but to do as you’re told.

The second he gets in too, he’s shoving the key in the ignition and speeding off away from the party. Jack and all of the crowd long forgotten not just out of sight but out of mind too. Now all you can think about is Ransom and what’s got him so angry all of a sudden as he was pretty happy on the journey here.

You daren’t speak though, god forbid. Your words will only wind him up further.

Knuckles start to turn white as he grips the steering wheel like never before, his fingers tapping frantically which is an obvious indication of his need to get home as soon as physically possible.

You honestly can’t remember if you’ve ever seen him this angry in the whole time you’ve known him and that’s quite literally the scariest thing about this.

Eventually you reach his house, or should you say bachelor pad and he barely waits a second for you to exit the car before he’s storming off into the house without you.

Once you get inside he’s nowhere to be seen until you hear a loud slam of a door coming from upstairs. You head up and into the master bedroom instantly to find him undressing and discarding his clothes across the room. 

“Ransom” you approach him with caution, worry filling your soft and caring voice but the moment you’re a few inches away and about to touch him, he shoots around, scaring you.

“Would you have given him your number?” he questions, his blue eyes looking deep into yours almost like he’s looking into your soul.

“Who? Jack? No, of course not. Why’re you even asking me that?” you protest, hoping he’ll believe you but now you come to think of it, you probably looked way too close for comfort.

“Lies” 

“Why are you being like this?”

“Because it sure seemed like the two of you were getting awfully cosy tonight, laughing, drinking, touching each other” he explains, closing the space between you and making you gulp.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t of treated me like i was invisible all night then i wouldn’t have needed to make friends with him. You forget that you barely said a word the whole time” now you’re the one that’s angry as you step back after your outburst, watching him carefully. His next actions shock you though as he just laughs, turning away and speed walking across the bedroom to the en suite. But before you can even follow him, he slams the door, making you flinch and then as you thought he would, he locked it.

Why can’t he ever be mature enough to talk about things. All he ever does is avoid confrontation. You don’t really like it either but at least you’re trying to sort whatever issue has him all in his feelings and angry.

Rather than sitting and waiting for him to leave the bathroom, you decide to go and get ready for bed in the other one, showering before getting dressed into whatever you can find. Which just so happen to be a shirt of his.

He dries off, wrapping a towel around his waist before unlocking the door and walking out to find you sat on the bed.

“The answer is no and that’s the truth” 

“Oh yeah? Then why was his hands all over you like you were there with him tonight?” 

“That was nothing, we were just laughing. What about you though huh? Snapping at me all night, leaving me and then deciding at the very last second that you want to spend time with me. Felt a lot like just another one of your games” it doesn’t look like he believes you and now you’re over trying to prove yourself.

“I left to talk to people and i was acting funny because going to those parties never end well, i wasn’t playing games with you” he stalks towards you, closing the gap.

Okay, now that makes sense. It explains all about how his behaviour changed when the two of you entered the actual party.

“You know, seeing you with that guy wasn’t easy. I got angry. All this time i thought you knew that you belonged to me, clearly i was wrong” his fingers graze your arm before settling underneath your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

“Maybe you need a reminder” he’s so close to you now, his hands are all over your waist, moving down agonisingly slow towards your ass. He smacks the backs of both thighs as a signal for you to jump and you do. How can you resist?

His lips attack yours in a brief and passionate kiss before he throws you down to the bed “i’m gonna make you forget all about him” he then removes the towel.

You furrow your brows watching as he lifts your (his) shirt up, revealing your laced panties. His favourite on you. He spreads your legs with his hands as he tugs you to the edge of the bed, kneeling down to press a firm kiss to the inside of both your thighs.

That’s when he does what he always does, turns you into a moaning mess by devouring your pussy like a man starved. Sucking, slurping and flicking his tongue all over your sex effortlessly like your body was made for him. Just how you felt the first time he ever touched and tasted you.

“Mhmm, just like that” you run your fingers through his styled locks, messing them up without a care. “I’m the only one for you" he mumbles and it vibrates onto your clit making you giggle.

“You’ve always been the only one” you whisper and he looks up at you with lustful eyes but also a look of love. One you’ve not seen before or maybe you’ve never noticed.

The way he looks at you isn’t new but all this time you’ve assumed it’s because of his attraction to you, that he’s only looking at you that way because of his uncontrollable lust.

“Only i am allowed to touch you like this, taste you” his lips wrap around your clit, sucking like his life depends on it as his thick digits tease your dripping entrance “s’wet sweetness”

You tug a little harder as you lift your bum off of the bed, grinding yourself on his face with a burning desire for that sweet release, the one only he has been able to give you “that’s it sweetness, cum all over my face, cum for daddy” his low and raspy voice spurring you on and talking dirty sends you over that edge as you cum with a loud moan. Quicker than usual.

You try to push him off as you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars. All you can focus on is how sensitive you are but he’s cleaning you up with his tongue, clearly can’t get enough of how you taste.

“Always so sweet” he gets back up, moving you further up the bed and parting your legs as he hovers above you with his fingers making quick work to slip your panties to the side. The tip of his cock rests at your entrance as he dips his head to capture your lips with his tongue pushing past them and into your mouth to battle with your tongue.

You can taste yourself on him and that alone arouses you leading you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso “i need you, now” you plead, urging him to give you what you want, which he does. He pushes in slowly at first, seating himself deep inside before really moving. 

His pace gets going, rocking his hips back and forth, making sure to fill you up all the way as you claw at his back, your mouth hanging open in the perfect O shape “fuck, daddy it feels so good” you groan moving with him in his thrusts.

“Feel good baby?” he pants, resting his head in the crook of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to your weak spot “tell daddy how good it feels sweetness. Use your words” he growls and you lift his head up so you can kiss him, cupping his face with one hand “it feels incredible, please don’t stop”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Wanna feel that pussy cream all over my cock. Give it to me sweetness” he licks his index and middle fingers before pressing them down on your clit hard, rubbing aggressively as his pace turns animalistic.

He’s ramming into you with such vigor, his breath fanning your shoulder and the noises he’s making are a far cry from just moaning. No he’s not moaning, he’s upset too or at least bothered by something.

“Can feel you squeezing me sweetness, you close?” he kisses your shoulder but this time he’s more gentle, almost as if he’s afraid of breaking you.

“Yes, oh my god i’m gonna cum. Please, keep going” 

The two of you move more frantically. Desperately chasing a joint release.

Grunts, growls and the sound of skin slapping together fills the room, the sound bouncing off of the walls as you both near closer. That’s when you turn the tables around, kissing his neck this time, biting too.

“I’m gonna cum daddy”

“God i love you so much, cum with me” 

3.2.1

And you’re legs are shaking in the air, his cock starts to twitch before he coats your walls with his hot seed.

“I love you too”

As he looks back into your eyes, you see it, the tears brimming and threatening to spill but he quickly kisses you, knowing full well that it’ll distract you but not this time. You pull back to look again but he only moves.

“You know i don’t think i was ever angry at you” he starts, standing up to retrieve the towel “it was him. Seeing him flirting with you only made me realise what i wanted” you get off of the bed now, approaching him “call me selfish, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you” he rests his forehead to yours, his hands resting on your waist “you’re mine, plain and simple”

“You never were one to do things the easy way” the two of you laugh before he kisses you “the easy way is boring”

Although you’re shocked about his confession, you daren’t pry more right now on his feelings. For now you just want to enjoy this moment. The two of you feel the same and that’s enough for you.

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[hopelesshawks]

Official Accounts Part 24- Nightmares

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

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Warnings for description of (but no actual) major character injury and death. It occurs in a nightmare at the start of the part. If you’d like to skip it there will be a (***) to indicate the end of the dream sequence

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You were back in that industrial complex, ribs creaking with each inhale, burnt skin pulling taut and painful, as you frantically try and get the cuffs to break. You’re at that fateful moment, the link between the cuffs catches, you start to bend them upwards, Dabi reaches for Hawks to end his career permanently but this time the cuffs slip again. The tension falls away and your wrists remain shackled as Dabi grasps hold of what remains of Hawks’ wings and sends them up in smoke. You watch helplessly, screaming for Dabi to stop as you watch Hawks screaming in agony. Except suddenly it’s not Hawks. It’s your mother, beaten and bloody on the floor as Dabi stands triumphantly above her. You rush forward to try and help but after just a few steps find yourself running smack into a clear wall. The cuffs finally release you but still you can do nothing. No matter how much you activate your quirk the wall in front of you doesn’t budge as Dabi sends the entire other side into bright blue flames and you hear the combined wails of pain of Keigo and your mother. Your fists pound against the surface keeping you from them and you’d swear there’s no worse sound in the world. But then the fire stops roaring and Dabi turns to look at you grinning, two piles of ash at his feet, and you realize the silence afterwards is infinitely worse.

(***)

You jerk up in bed with a gasp, clutching at your chest to try and steady your rapidly beating heart. “It was just a dream,” you tell yourself over and over until finally your body starts to believe it. You look over at your clock to find it’s 4am and flop back onto your bed with a groan. As much as you would love to sleep more, the adrenaline still coursing through you after your nightmare makes it very clear that isn’t going to happen. You reach over to grab your phone as you climb out of bed with every intention of calling Denki or Katsuki on the off chance one of them is awake as you go to make yourself some tea to soothe your nerves; however, before you can hit the call button and as you exit your bedroom you stop in your tracks as you make eye contact with Hawks.

“Oh shit, sorry I forgot you were here for a second. I didn’t wake you up did I?” you ask cautiously. It wouldn’t be the first sleepover ruined by you screaming in your sleep but Hawks shakes his head. “I was up already and you weren’t being loud or anything. Couldn’t sleep and typically I’d be getting ready for work now so,” he shrugs. He seems to come to a realization and it makes you a little sad to watch as he plasters on a grin, his hand sheepishly going to the back of his neck as he chuckles “Guess I’ll have to try and break a habit or two until I get better.” “You don’t have to do that,” you say shaking your head. “Do what?” “You can be Keigo here. No bullshit. So let’s try this again,” you say, making a show of turning around to go back to your room. He watches you confused as you walk back out again, pretending as if you hadn’t just seen him. “Oh, hey Keigo. Sorry, just had a nightmare and was gonna make myself some tea to calm down. I didn’t scream in my sleep and in doing so wake you up, did I?” you ask. Keigo blinks at you surprised for a moment before shaking his head with a small, somewhat incredulous smile. Something about your candor made him want to return the favor. “Don’t worry you didn’t scream this time. My own nightmares woke me up.” “Wanna talk about it?” “Not at all.” “Want some tea?” “I’d love some.”

You put your old kettle onto the stove and set the burner going before moving to rifle through your cabinets for a couple mugs and then your boxes of tea. “Any preferences?” you ask pointing at your frankly impressive collection. “That’s a lot of tea.” “I’m something of a connoisseur.” “Then I’ll have whatever you recommend.” You give him a nod as you grab two bags of your favorite and drop one in each mug. The kitchen stays quiet as you wait patiently for the water to boil. It’s a little odd, seeing Hawks in just an old tshirt and sweats, his hair still looking sleep mussed and everything. When the water is finally ready you carefully fill both mugs, passing one to him before hopping onto the counter and taking your own mug in both hands. He leans with his back against the counter beside you and still neither of you say anything as you wait for your tea to cool.

“Keigo is quiet,” you observe. “Keigo is quiet,” the man in question confirms. A pause. “Does it bother you?” he asks, and you can hear just a hint of fear there. Fear of judgment or rejection, you’re not quite sure which. Maybe it’s a bit of both. Regardless, you’re quick to reassure him. “Not at all. You mind if I put on some music? It’s kinda part of my post nightmare ritual.” “Go for it.” You pull up the music app on your phone, quickly connect it to a Bluetooth speaker in your kitchen, and thumb over to your usual post-nightmare playlist, selecting a song at random. As the music softly fills the room the two of you continue to drink your tea without anything but the soft notes of an acoustic guitar and a crooning singer to interrupt the silence. The two of you stay like that, not exchanging a single word and yet comfortable all the same, until the sun begins to crawl its way back over the horizon and red and orange light suffuses through the kitchen.

Author’s note: The song I pictured (y/n) choosing when I wrote this was Waterman by USERx, which is a collaboration between one of my favorite artists Matt Maeson and another artist named Rozwell. I haven’t listened to any of Rozwell’s solo work but Maeson has a knack for really emotional ballads, both the kind of slow, croony kind and the more powerful ones. (Y/n) typically calls either Denki or Bakugo after nightmares because Denki has been there for her since she first started getting them after her mom died and Bakugo knows what it’s like because he sometimes gets them too I know not everyone agrees with this headcanon but I like it so have it anyways oops

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[spaceskam]

only then i am human

Summary: Rosa and Alex have a talk.

Tags: friendship, asexual rosa

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It was cold in Colorado.

Rosa felt a chill go down her spine, but it felt nice and sobering and she didn’t want to go inside to get a jacket. Instead, she swung her feet off the edge of the balcony, beneath the bars, and stared out to the nothingness around the hotel that Michael had picked.

She had listened to Alex and Michael old-married-couple argue the entire way up to the suite. Alex thought going somewhere expensive with a more obvious paper trail was stupid, but Michael had never been to a nice hotel and this was his only shot to do it with money he didn’t care about‒Jesse Manes’ life insurance. Alex stopped complaining whenever they got up to the suite and there was a separated bedroom and a pullout couch and the two of them would get to be alone for the first time since they left Roswell to go investigate.

Rosa had practically begged them to let her tag along, needing new scenery and to get away from everything that came with Isobel Evans. She was, again, too close for comfort and Rosa was starting to get anxiety whenever she came around, progress be damned. When she found out Michael and Alex were going to investigate Weird Alien Shit™, she jumped at the chance to put space between them.

But her mind was still hazy, still not liking the way she felt uncomfortable when Isobel texted to check-in. It was fine at first. She even liked talking to her for a while. And then it wasn’t fine.

Rosa flinched out of her daze as a blanket touched her shoulders and she looked to see Alex easing himself to sit beside her, placing his crutches on the ground beside him. He was in his nightclothes, his hair was wet, and he looked more relaxed than he had in a few days.

“Finally got laid?” Rosa asked. Alex snorted and rolled his eyes, but he didn’t deny it. Rosa let her eyes drift back out to the nothingness.

“You okay? It’s getting late,” he said instead. Rosa shrugged, resting her head against the bars. “Michael’s out cold, so you can talk without thinking he’s gonna overhear.”

Rosa huffed a laugh and looked back out. She didn’t actually care what Guerin heard. He was probably the only alien that didn’t make her skin crawl. She wasn’t sure if it was because Alex trusted him or if it was because he was brutally honest with her about everything, but she preferred him to even most people. Besides, he made Alex soft and fed him hot fudge sundaes and Alex deserved that.

“Isobel keeps texting me,” Rosa said.

“I thought you two were friends,” Alex said carefully. Rosa bit the inside of her cheek and swung her legs a bit harder.

“We‒are, but,” Rosa said, pausing as she tried to find the words, “I don’t know. Something is making it weird. Like, I’m not scared of her. But it’s close to fear. Or something. I don’t know, Alex, I don’t do feelings well.”

“Uncomfortable?” Alex guessed, slowly like he didn’t want to assume anything. Rosa shrugged but then nodded, though she wasn’t sure if that was the right word either. “How’s she acting?”

“I… I don’t know. She’s just too close sometimes. Leans too close and talks too close, like we’re a part of some inside joke together but I missed the memo. Kinda like it was before, Rosa tried, though it wasn’t quite right, “But not really. Like I don’t think she’s trying to make it weird. Does that make sense?”

“You think it might be PTSD?” Alex asked. Rosa instantly shook her head.

“No, it’s not just her.”

“Yeah, but you literally got murdered. Like… that can fuck someone up for more than just one person,” Alex said. Rosa’s lips twitched into a small smile and she shook her head.

“No, it’s not like that. It… It kinda happened before then. Drugs helped, honestly,” Rosa admitted, “Anyone who gets too comfortable with me in that way makes me feel weird and like I need to get away. And I usually can and do, but with her it’s a little different because we’re actually friends. And before everything, I either got high to deal with it or I pushed them away. But I’m friends with her, so I should be fine. I don’t know why I’m not fine. I don’t know, it’s weird, I don’t know how to explain it.” 

Rosa groaned, letting her head hit the bars with a bit of force. She hated trying to put her feelings into words.

“I mean, we’re close. I act close. You and Michael have been weirdly buddy-buddy. And Maria. Do you feel that with us?” Alex asked, though it sounded like he already knew the answer. Rosa eyed him until he quirked a small smile, a silent confirmation that he basically had her pegged.

“No. You two are gross, but I feel fine. Mostly.”

“So, do you think it might be, like, flirting? Is that what sets off the sirens in your head?” Alex asked. Rosa scrunched up her nose.

“Are they flirting?”

“I mean, I don’t know, I’m asking you,” Alex said, shrugging. Rosa looked more directly at him and wished he could just give her the answers. He was older than her now, so, really, he should be able to do that. “If they’re being close and stuff, it might be because she likes you. Just tell her you’re not interested.”

The idea of doing that made Rosa feel like locking herself in a small room and never coming out.

“Unless… You are interested.”

“No,” Rosa said instantly, shaking her head, “I’m not.”

“It’s okay if you are.”

“I’m not though,” Rosa said firmly, “But if I say something, she’s probably not going to be my friend anymore, right? Like she’ll get mad. And then I won’t have friends.”

“She won’t. And if she does then she’s the problem and fuck her,” Alex said simply. Rosa sighed, tilting her head back to look up at the moon. “Is this really like… a recurring problem? Where you get uncomfortable whenever you think someone might be flirting with you?”

“I mean, I’m just not interested in a relationship and I don’t want to lead anyone on and I don’t want to make anyone angry,” Rosa said, “It was much easier when I could just take something and not feel it.”

“Okay, but we’re not doing that. We’re working through it. Is it a rejection thing? A sexuality thing? Whenever I was in high school, I’d get that way when girls flirted with me, didn’t know what to do without giving them the wrong idea,” Alex offered, scooting closer as he tried to help. She appreciated it, but she also wished he’d leave her alone and go away. “You say you’re not interested. Are you, like, not interested at all… ever?”

“No offense, Alex, but I don’t want to have this conversation with you,” Rosa said. Alex huffed a small laugh.

“Who else is there to have it with?” Alex wondered. Rosa made a face and looked at him. He seemed open and earnest. He seemed grown up.

With a sigh, Rosa asked, “What does it feel like? When you like someone like that?”

“Like the scariest thing in the world and also the best. Like all the movie cliches make sense and half the time they’re all you can think about. You just want to be with them and have them pay attention to you. You just want them in anyway you can have them, like a craving you can’t satisfy. Like, with Michael, when we were younger, I was so scared of how much I wanted him, but he’d look at me and it felt like he trusted me and it made me feel brave. And, I don’t know, I guess I made him feel brave too. You just want to be close and to keep them safe and have them always,” Alex rambled, clearly trying his best to explain it.

For the first time, Rosa didn’t feel like she was drowning in confusion.

“Okay,” she said, “I’ve never felt like that before.”

“Ever?”

“No,” she said, laughing softly, “I thought that was fake.”

“Definitely not fake,” Alex said, looking at her with a soft look. Sort of like the one she tried so desperately to give him when he came to her, thirteen and miserable, to say he thought he liked boys and didn’t think he could tell anyone else.

He probably pulled it off much better than she did.

“Okay, then what does that make me? Heartless?” Rosa asked, though she didn't really feel bad about realizing what she wasn’t feeling. At least she knew that she was actually not feeling it and she wasn’t just drastically misunderstanding something. “A prude, maybe?”

“Have you ever looked into asexuality?” Alex asked. Rosa shook her head. “I haven’t really either to be fair. I actually learned about it from Michael. He apparently got really into queer literature and history whenever Max was dead, would read it to him as a way to be caring and annoying at the same time. Sometimes he’ll spout fun facts at me. Anyway, sounds like it might be something you wanna look into.”

“Okay, I will,” Rosa agreed, though she still found herself looking out to the nothingness.

“Not that you need labels. I just think sometimes knowing we’re not the only ones out there like us is helpful. And you’re already an anomaly in other ways, so might as well not make yourself feel more alone than you are, you know? It’s clearly upsetting you,” Alex said. Rosa nodded.

“I get it. Thanks.”

“And maybe talk to Isobel, tell her to give you some space.”

Rosa sighed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes for a moment. She just wanted everything to make since. She didn’t like navigating new friendships in the first place, it was scary and she was never able to gauge how they felt about her. It was easier, especially when she was sober, to just not deal with it. To just keep the friends she had now and push everyone else away.

But that wasn’t plausible or healthy and she knew it. That would lead a lonely existence and she was already lonely. She never felt like she was anyone’s person in the way she wanted to be someone’s person. And, really, it was a hard thing to request because she wasn’t sure how to explain it herself.

She supposed, however, that she would never get anywhere if she didn’t try.

“Seriously, trust me. Avoiding the tough conversations only leads to shitty situations. Like, you know, a decade of complications because you never speak,” Alex pointed out. Rosa rolled her eyes at him.

“You can’t pull that card with me, it’s you and Guerin’s fault for all that.”

Alex grinned and shrugged.

“Yeah, but once we talked, we got to a place that we’ve both been wanting for a long time. So cut out the bullshit and just tell her what you want and don’t want. Again, if she gets mad, fuck her,” Alex said. Rosa nodded and sighed all over again. Sometimes she hated having to be grown up. “Okay, I’m gonna go to bed. We’ve got a big week, so try to get some sleep yourself, okay? Love you.”

“Love you too,” Rosa said, accepting his smile as he pushed himself up and made his way back into the suite and into the room he was sharing with Michael.

It was weird hearing it put into words. She obviously knew people liked each other in a way different than she could understand, but she had never really clocked how real it was to them. She understood craving someone’s attention and presence, but it wasn’t in the way it seemed to be for Michael and Alex or even Liz and Max. She thought they were just being fucking annoying.

Maybe there was something she was missing.

Reluctantly, Rosa pulled out her phone and opened the text thread she’d had with Isobel.

Rosa: Hey, I think we should talk when I get back. Set some boundaries, maybe.

Before it could even show that Isobel had seen it, Rosa exited out and put her phone on do not disturb. She stared out at the trees and nothingness for a few more minutes before she eventually got the courage to get up and go inside. She shut the glass door and laid down on the pullout couch that Alex had set up for her. 

She hadn’t realized how tired she’d been until her head hit the pillow, a wave of exhaustion hitting her at full force. And she was thankful for that, honestly. It was easier to keep a clear head when you couldn’t stay awake.

Still, before she could fall asleep, she opened her notes app to type a reminder.

Asexuality. Ask guerin to borrow some of his books.

[hyuniepot]

the butterfly effect. || chapter one

chapter word count || 3,214

genre || thriller, angst, drama

members || mark lee, na jaemin, lee jeno, huang renjun, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle, park jisung

warnings || mentions of death, implications of depression

pairing || fem!reader x jaemin || slight fem!reader x mark

synopsis || you never thought you’d be able to play with fate so easily, especially not through some shady app. but you suddenly must say goodbye to what you know and hello to a new world where everything seems perfect.

a/n || reposting this chapter because tumblr made it glitch out for some reason ;-; praying everything works out this time!! as always, send me a message or an ask to be added to the taglist.

You used to be scared of butterflies.

You used to be scared of butterflies.

You used to be scared of butterflies.

Yes, the thought of it is silly, but you were. You didn’t like bugs at all, the pretty ones included. The thought of them crawling on your skin made you ill. But there was one thing you loved, and that was your friend, Mark. And unlike you, Mark loved butterflies. So when he asked you to go to a butterfly exhibit with him, you sucked it up and said yes.

And you realized that day that butterflies were beautiful. They were harmless, and you giggled as they landed on you, excitedly showing Mark as you conquered your fear of them. Mark helped you conquer a lot of your fears.

And ever since he left, you felt more fearful than ever. Losing him made you realize how fragile life really was, and you hated it. You hated feeling like everything was on the verge of being lost.

“You good?” you jump at the sound of Jaemin’s voice in your ear. You blink, realizing you had completely zoned out. You were sitting next to him on the bus to school. You quickly glance out the window once more. The butterfly you had been admiring was gone.

You nod. “I’m okay. Just tired.” you respond.

Jaemin grins and grabs onto your hand. “Okay. Just checking in.” he says softly. “Um, we’re all gonna get food after school if you wanna come. It’s just a really nice day, it’d be a shame not to go out in it, you know?”

Truth be told, you had been feeling weird lately, and going out with your friends (or, to be more accurate — your boyfriend and his friends that you were friends with by association) was probably what you needed. “That sounds nice.”

The bus had arrived at school. Jaemin stands and picks up his bag, letting you out in front of him. You exit the bus and you’re met with the warm air enveloping you, the sun hitting your eyes and making you squint. Jaemin exits the bus as well, his frame blocking the sun from blinding you. He puts his arm around you, and you grab onto his hand out of instinct.

“Hey guys, got room for more?” you feel another arm around your shoulder.

“Hyuck, no. You’re gross.” Jaemin groans, rolling his eyes.

Hyuck gasps dramatically. “That’s mean. You didn’t even consult with your girlfriend first.”

You smile. “Sorry, Hyuck. But I’m only interested in Jaemin.” you tell him.

Hyuck removes his arm from your shoulder and crosses his arms. “What a low blow…” he mutters. Hyuck was your childhood friend. He grew up with you and Mark. He was like a happy virus, and you weren’t sure if you would have survived losing Mark if he hadn’t been there for you.

You giggle. “Sorry to break your heart.”

“You’d think after months of being rejected he’d give up, but he’s a trooper.” Jaemin adds.

Hyuck rolls his eyes this time. “It’s only because you guys are gross and kissy-kissy in public. We’re in school,” he says, moving away from his spot next to you. He puts himself in between you and Jaemin. “Leave room for Jesus.”

“Oh my god, Hyuck,” you laugh. “You are so annoying. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” you tell him.

Hyuck grins and sticks out his tongue, turning down a hallway as you guys pass it. “You’re damn right you’re lucky,” he calls. “I’ll see you guys later!”

Jaemin shakes his head, laughing. “He’s such a weirdo. Love him, though.”

You reach your locker and lean against it. “He is. You learn how to deal with him after so long. I’ll meet you outside the entrance doors after school. Do you guys know where you’re going to eat?”

Jaemin leans up against the locker next to yours. “Nah, not yet. We’ll figure it out before the day ends.” he tells you. “You have a good day, alright?” he pecks your cheek.

You smile. “I will.” Jaemin gives you one last grin before turning and continuing down the hallway.

[12:39 p.m.]

“What kind of weird shit do you read at night?” Naeun asks, scowling at Jiwoo.

“It’s not weird!” Jiwoo cries, turning her phone screen towards the dark-haired girl. “There’s real proof!”

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask, taking a seat next to Naeun.

“Apparently there’s an app that can change your fate,” Sungyeon speaks up, holding back a laugh. “Jiwoo found it.”

Jiwoo turns her attention towards you. “See! You’ll believe me, right?” she turns her phone to you.

You furrow your brows and decide not to answer her question. You read the article she had pulled up.

According to the 13-year-old who downloaded the app, ButterFly, his wish came true a mere 3 hours after sending it into the ButterFly HQ. The young boy wished for his cat to come back to life, who had been dead for nearly a month. A few hours later, a cat showed up at the boy’s window. It was identical to the one the boy had.

ButterFly, a self-proclaimed life changing app has been growing in popularity as people hope to change their past. But the real question is, does this app really change a life or is it simply coincidence?

“Jiwoo…” you say softly.

“Come on,” she whines. “I can’t be the only one who thinks it could actually be real!”

“I’m afraid you are.” Sungyeon tells her, taking a bite of her food. “It’s just a coincidence. The only success story they have is something so… normal.”

“If they want to impress me, they have to come up with something way more exciting than a kid finding his cat.” Naeun says.

Jiwoo pouts, turning off her phone. “But… it’d just be so cool if it was real.”

“I agree, but an app should never be trusted for something like that. Plus, if an app had the powers to change the trajectory of someone’s life, wouldn’t the butterfly effect happen?” you asked.

“She’s right,” Naeun says. “Fate is not something to play around with.”

Dejected, Jiwoo surrenders and turns her attention back to finishing her lunch.

“What is that again?” Sungyeon asks. “The butterfly effect?”

“The idea that even tiny changes can make huge and unexpected changes,” you explain. “Like a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a typhoon.”

“Hmm,” Sungyeon hums. “That’s interesting.”

“Yeah, like if Jiwoo was born as a boy, maybe she’d be dating you and you’d be a millionaire for some reason.” Naeun takes a drink from her water bottle.

“What?” Sungyeon cringes.

“Hey, what’s that face for?” Jiwoo cries. “I think I’d be a cute boy.”

You laugh and shake your head as your friends continue to playfully banter about who would be the cutest boy in a parallel universe.

[3:30 p.m.]

You stand by the entrance doors, rocking back and forth on your heels. You try not to look too awkward as you wait for Jaemin and his friends. You wave to Naeun as she leaves, and are relieved when Jaemin appears a few moments later. He immediately spots you and makes his way to you, smiling. His friends, Jeno and Renjun walk behind him with Hyuck, loudly talking about something.

“Hi,” Jaemin says. “Did you have a good day?”

You grin. “It was fine. How about you?” you start walking away from school, taking hold of his hand.

“It was good. I have some annoying homework, but…” he trails off.

Renjun suddenly runs past you, turning around with a disgusted look on his face. “Hyuck, for the last time, I will not hold your hand!”

You turn your head to see a pouty Hyuck. “I just wanted to fit in!”

You laugh and roll your eyes, turning your head back towards the sidewalk in front of you. You all make your way to a nearby restaurant. You sat next to Jaemin in a booth and Jeno, Renjun, and Hyuck all squeezed into the one across from you. You all ordered drinks.

“Oh, Jaemin,” Jeno says, picking his bag up from the floor. He pulls out a notebook and hands it to Jaemin. “Thanks for your notes.”

Jaemin nods. “No problem.”

“Jeno,” Renjun says, shaking his head. “You’re never gonna learn if you keep copying Jaemin’s notes.”

Jeno shrugs. “It’s not like I do it all the time,” he says, defending himself.

“You borrow my notes, too, though… so Renjun kinda has a point.” Hyuck says, leaning back as the waitress sets his drink down in front of him.

You pull out your phone as the boys argue yet again just to see what was happening on your social media. It was mostly random tweets and posts from people you knew, but there was something that caught your eye. It was a promoted post from ButterFly. It had no likes or anything, despite being promoted to your Twitter timeline. And it wasn’t just one. After a few scrolls, you saw another ad from the app, just with a different caption. You saw another one before shaking your head and exiting the app. You opened Instagram, just to be met with the same ad.

Don’t be afraid. Having the chance to change your fate is much more fun than you think.

The caption sent chills down your spine. It didn’t sound like something that should be promoted. You clicked the link the ad provided, but it simply took you to the app store. Your curiosity was getting the best of you. You wanted to download the app, but something was holding you back.

Jaemin nudged your shoulder, making you jump.

“Huh?” you ask. Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Do you want something to eat?” Jaemin asked.

“Oh,” you look at the waitress next to the table, notebook and pen in hand. “I’m okay.” you reply.

The waitress nods before turning around and entering the kitchen. You stand up from your seat at the booth. “I need to go to the bathroom.” You shoved your phone into a pocket on your bookbag and rushed to the bathroom.

You shut the door behind you, walking to the sink. You looked at yourself. You looked tired, disheveled. You couldn’t get rid of the feeling you had felt since waking up. You could barely even describe it. It almost felt like dread, but it was more of an unexplainable sadness. Not even being with your friends seemed to help it. You turned on the water, splashing your cheeks with cold water. How had you been so enchanted by the ads of that app that you had become completely oblivious to what was going on around you?

You dried your face before you heard a small knock on the door. “Hey, are you okay?” You opened the door and saw Jaemin. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern.

You forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, sorry…” you say, stepping out of the bathroom.

“You’ve been acting… strange today. No offense,” Jaemin says.

“None taken,” you sigh. “I know I have. Everything just feels off today, I don’t know why.” You tell him.

Jaemin puts his arm around you and you both begin walking back to the table the others were at. “It’s okay to feel that way… I think everyone does. It just sucks to watch you feel so sad.” Jaemin says. He sighs. “I really hope you start feeling better soon. I miss hearing your laugh.”

You smile. “I miss it too,” you say, reaching the table. Jaemin scoots into the booth and you follow after. You try to ignore the horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach and have a good afternoon with your friends. You ended up starting to feel better. You stole some of Hyuck’s food after panicking and not ordering some of your own. You laughed at everyone’s jokes and dumb arguments, and before you knew it, an hour had passed. You all decided to stop being a bother and leave. You waited outside as everyone paid; Jaemin offered to pay for you since all you got was a drink.

“Are you heading home?” Jeno asked Jaemin.

He nodded. “I’m gonna walk this one home and then head home myself,” he said, resting his head on yours.

Jeno nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Renjun and Hyuck also waved goodbye. They were all going to Jeno’s. You went your separate ways, and as much as you loved them, you were glad to be alone with Jaemin. Your house wasn’t too far, but even if it was just a few minutes, you were glad to be with him.

“Are you just gonna go home and do homework?” you ask.

Jaemin nods. “Yeah… it’s probably gonna take some time.”

“Sorry baby,” you say. “I’ll facetime you once my mom gets home,” you tell him.

Your mother worked late, so you were in charge of looking after your younger brother, Jisung, until she got home. He was only 2 years younger than you, so it’s not like it was hard, but you still felt obligated to keep tabs on him.

“You don’t have to,” he says. You both walked through your driveway and to the front door. “But if you want to, however… I would love it if you did.” he grins as you open your door.

“Well, then expect a call later,” you say, grabbing both of his hands.

Jaemin leans in and kisses you, and for a second, it feels like everything is okay.

“Gross!” a voice yells. You jump away from Jaemin and turn around.

“Jisung, your sister and her boyfriend are smashing their faces together again!” Chenle, who was standing in the kitchen, yells. Jisung’s pokes his head around the corner.

“Shut up, Chenle.” you say, grinning. “You’re not a child, kissing isn’t that weird.”

You step inside, taking off your shoes and setting your bag down. Jaemin steps in behind you and walks to the kitchen, putting Chenle in a headlock. “You little jerk,” Jaemin teases.

Chenle giggles, trying to get out of Jaemin’s arms. You walk to the living room where Jisung had gone, continuing his video game. “How was your day?” you ask.

“Good.” Jisung says, eyes still glued to the TV.

“That’s good,” you look back to the kitchen and see that Jaemin has released Chenle, and is now talking to him. “Do you have homework?”

Jisung nods. You watch the TV, and watch his character die. Jisung sighs and sets the controller down, turning to you. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Can you try and get it done before Mom gets home?” you ask.

Jisung nods. “Yeah… Chenle and I have the same homework so we can do it together, I guess.”

You nod and go back to the kitchen. Talking to Jisung sometimes felt like talking to a brick wall. “I better get going.” Jaemin says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk him to the door. “I’ll see you.” you grab both of his hands again, never wanting to let go. Jaemin kisses your cheek and turns.

You bite your lip. Why was this horrible feeling back so suddenly? “Hey, Jaemin?” you call after him. He turns back around.

“I love you.” you say, almost too softly. For a second you weren’t even sure if he heard you, but he gives you that classic smile, the one that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“I love you too.” he blows you a kiss before walking away.

[9:41 p.m.]

You sat down on your bed, freshly out of the shower. Since Jaemin had left, you helped Jisung and Chenle with their homework, did your own homework, and facetimed Jaemin for a bit while he did his. And then you took a long shower in an attempt to clear your head.

You look around for your phone, finding it hidden in a blanket on your bed. You answer some unread texts and then open Instagram again. You’re met with the same ads from before. Your heart drops.

Without thinking you click the link again, pressing download. It downloaded in no time. Your thumb hovers over the icon of the app. The moment you muster up the courage to click on it, there’s a knock at your bedroom door.

You jump, startled, but get up and open it.

Your mother’s exhausted face greets you. “Hi sweetie. I’m going straight to bed, so… goodnight. I hope you had a good day.”

You smile, shakily exhaling. “Today was fine. Goodnight.” you say, not wanting to delay her sleep anymore.

She gives you a warm smile before going to her room. Before you close your door, Jisung appears from the staircase nearby. “You going to bed?” he asks.

“Uh,” you open your phone, looking at the time.

ButterFlyHQ

Greetings. What is your name?

You ignore the notification. “No… but I’ll probably be in my room for the rest of the night.”

“Oh, okay… well… goodnight then.” he says, going to his room which was right across from yours. He closes the door without another word.

You press your lips together and shut your door as well, laying down on your bed. You opened your phone and clicked on ButterFly.

1 Unread Message

ButterFlyHQ

Greetings. What is your name?

You hesitantly enter your name. You regret it as soon as you responded — maybe you should’ve used a fake name.

ButterFlyHQ

Hello, (y/n).

What do you wish to change?

Wow, straight to the point… You think.

You wonder what you should enter. You try to think of the most outrageous thing you could think of, something completely unimaginable. Something that would surely trigger the Butterfly Effect.

There were things you actually wanted to change.

You wanted your mother to stop being so stressed.

You wanted Jisung to be happy.

You wanted to stop feeling so insecure about you and Jaemin’s relationship.

You wanted Jiwoo to finally pass trigonometry.

Okay, the last one was a bit dumb, and actually imaginable. And then you thought of the most impossible thing.

You

I want my best friend to come back to life.

You almost laugh as you sent the message. But your faint smile fades at the immediate response.

ButterFlyHQ

What is your best friend’s name?

This was suddenly feeling too personal.

You

Mark Lee.

ButterFlyHQ

Understood. We will try our best to meet your request.

You stare at your phone. Now what? You turned your phone off and set it on your nightstand, plugging it into the charger before laying down and staring at the ceiling.

Great, now some random stranger knows some girl thinks an app can bring her friend back from the grave.

When you got the chance, you were gonna chew Jiwoo out for bringing that app up. You get under the covers and close your eyes, trying to sleep. But your mind was racing. You finally feel yourself drifting, your mind finally giving you some peace.

Your last thought before you finally fall asleep is Jaemin. You just wanted to be with him again, his arm around your shoulder, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours. You felt yourself smiling before finally falling asleep, unknowingly saying goodbye to your last normal day.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Lies (Lie to me by Megan Trainor)

*Credit to gif owner*

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Pov: Dean

Warning: Rejection, self-sabotage, angst, sad Dean, thinking to himself. Heavy swearing 

Summary: Dean wants Y/n but doesn’t want the truth that comes along with being with Y/n. 

Word Count: 1.1k 

A/N- This for @band--psycho​ Music writing challenge. This song is not something that I would normally put together with a Dean x Reader, but it was too hard to pass up. I will be using the first minute and fifteen seconds of the song. I might have gotten a little out of hand with this one, but I hope you like it. 

Masterlist 

Taglist: @akshi8278​ @deanswaywardgirl​ @hit-meup69​ 

If anybody wants to listen to the rest of the song, Lie to me it’s linked here 

It was like riding a horrible roller coaster. Fucking feelings and all the bullshit. She doesn’t want me, she doesn’t need me not like I need and want her. I just want her so fucking badly, and all I want her to do is lie to me.  

I want your sympathy,  

I want your hands on me

I wish you thought differently

I wish you could feel like me

ah- ah like me  

ah- ah  

Tell me how perfect our lives could be together, make up dreams in your head. Tell me how much you truly love me. Make me believe you mean your words. Let me think we can live the fairy tale life that I yearn so badly to have with you.  

Come to bed with me, and let me hold you in my arms. Let me have my peace with you. I want to be the one that makes you giggle and smile that wide smile. I want to be the one that you say ‘I do’ too. But I want something that I can’t have ever.  

I can’t have you because I don’t deserve your beautiful mind, your love, I don’t deserve to be the reason you smile wide. I don’t deserve for you to be my wife. I don’t deserve you Y/n. You deserve oh so much better than me.  

So why?

Why won’t you love me back?

No, don’t do me like that

I know I don’t deserve you

I know I always hurt you

But at least you could do is.

But please just for me, tell you me you love me, tell me that you’d do anything for me. Tell me that you’d walk into the depths of hell just for me. Tell me that you if I were to walk away from you ‘Like a fucking idiotic would’ you’d come crawling back and asking for me back. Tell me that you’d cry just for me. I want to know that I’d be the only special thing in your life, every day for the rest of your life.  

Tell me everything that I know is never going to be true. Tell me all those things just for ego. Let me think that it’s the truth falling from your plump and kissable lips. Let me believe in every word you speak, let me get my hopes up every day just to be wrong and drag my heartless body through those feelings all over again.

Lie to me  

Tell me that you love me

And you’d die for me (Die for me), oh-oh

Cry for me  

Say you can’t go on with out me

I can’t take the truth anymore  

So lie.  

Help me, All I want is you, Y/n. I want your hands grasped in mine. I need your morning kisses across my chin and neck. I need your smile. I want your body pressed up against my own. I need to the reason you smile, the reason you wake up in the morning and are happy.  

I would want nothing then more then to the reason why you wake up happy, and at peace. I want nothing more than to know that you love me back, please just say that you love me back. Just say it back even if it’s a lie, tell me so I can have fake hope.  

I don’t want the truth, I want you  

I don’t want anyone else but you, I've got my eyes set on you. I’ve stopped going to bars, and local spots. I’ve stopped hooking up for fun with random girls at the bar. I’ve stopped all for you, because even if I don’t believe I deserve you I still want you.  

I don’t think we are good together because we work together, or because we have a strong family bond, it’s because I love you, we work together because anything you want to do, I want to do too. We work better together because I love you more than a sibling does. I love you with my whole heart, and all I want honestly id the same emotions from you Y/n.

I can see it now, our hunts gliding so smoothly. Our late nights. Everything between would be prefect. Our love only bringing us closer to each other. If only I could have you for myself. Let me think that it can and will happen. Don’t let me fall, don’t let me, Y/n please don’t let me fall.  

Don’t say that we can have this, and then pull it from under my feet. I’m not a magic trick. I will not be played. Don’t look at me and say we can’t, please let’s work on this.  

Don’t say we can’t, don’t say we are done. Don’t you dare those words. Don’t tell me the truth, because the truth hurts too much. It hurts too much to know that you don’t want a daddy issued, broken man. It’s hard to know that you don’t love me like I love you.  

God, Y/n I fell for you, and I’m stuck deep in feelings all for you. It’s like being stuck in quick sand, and I keep draining barely being able to breathe. Gasping for air as I fall deeper in love with you. It’s like I fall deeper and you aren’t falling for me.  

Or am I just making this all up in my head?  

I want no other lovers  

I wanna be the only one  

‘Cause you and me are good together  

So don’t say we are done

Oh, nah

Don’t say we are done  

Oh, nah, no-no  

I just want you. Maybe it’s my fault that I can’t have you. It probably is, everything I touch becomes broken, becomes unholy. Maybe you're smarter than I am.

Yeah, you’re smarter than me.

You know that I’m no good, I hate that you’re right, but honestly though I don’t hate that you’re right. I hate that I know that I will never be enough for you. I will never be what you deserve, Y/n. It’s okay because I know that you can’t let a broken man in to you heart. I don’t want to break you as well.  

So, from now on. I’ll just day-dream from afar about what we could have been, what we could have had, what we could have done together. If it weren’t for me. If it weren’t for me and my stupid mistakes, my selfish hopes, and dreams for us to be together. I’ll keep you safe the only way I know how, and that’s by keeping quiet with my feelings, and pushing you away so I don’t hurt you.  

And I’m sorry for that Y/n. I’m sorry Y/n.

Completed on: 03/29/2021 

[one-piece-but-smitten]

Fearless

Nami × Reader

Tags/TW: Small bit of Sexual Harassment

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"Oi bartender, hit me with another whiskey."

You managed to croak, your hot cheek resting comfortably against the cold leather of your jacket. It had been a rough night for you. Right now, you were trying to burn it out with the Fireball you kept ordering. The barkeep cocked a brow at you, passing silent judgement before sliding you the glass. You took it up gratefully, sipping at the poison. She glanced at you a few times, unable to hide her curiosity as she finally spoke to you.

"You don't seem like the heavy drinker type. What's your damage?"

She asked. You looked over at her again. She was unbelievably pretty. Long, ginger hair fell far past her shoulders and draped down her back like a fiery waterfall. A mirthless chuckle escaped your mouth before you sipped at the glass again.

"Nothing major, not worth rememberin' anyway."

You replied. The answer doesn't seem to satisfy her, you could tell from the way her hazel eyes lingered on you. She fixed a drink for a fellow not too far down from your stool, and you let yourself get back to your thoughts.

Nothin' major... What a load of horse shit.

You thought bitterly to yourself, unable to push it out of your mind.

----

"Fired?!"

"Exactly right, [Name]. The company has no more need for you here. I'm sure there are plenty of opportunities for new wor-"

The man jumped as you slammed your hand down against the desk, standing upright. You were a tall individual, and the way your boss cowered under your shadow emphasized it greatly. Your eyes narrowed at him viciously.

"May I ask the reason you're firing me, sir?"

You growled, venom dripping as you addressed him by the title. He swallowed, looking up at you sheepishly. You weren't stupid. You knew why. You just wanted him to grow a pair and say it to your face. You watched him take his time, gathering his courage before glaring up at you fearfully.

"B...B-Because you're terrifying, damn it!!! Now get off the premise b-before I call security on you!!"

He shot back, his voice high and squeaky as he shot up and pointed at the door. You let out a huff, shooting him one last death glare before turning on your heel to stalk out of the office.

"Fine, you've been a pain in the ass anyway."

----

"--You okay there??"

You snapped your head up, brought out of the memory by a voice. It was the barkeep again... What was her name? You managed a grin, shifting slightly on the barstool.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got a little lost in thought,"

You paused, squinting at the small tag above her chest that held her name.

"Nami."

You looked back up at her, seeing her give you a small smile. You liked that smile. It was warm, radiant. Most smiles that were aimed your way were nervous or uncertain, so the little gesture felt like a nice change. You went back to your drink, but eventually your eyes wandered back to Nami. She really was beautiful. A sigh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, mentally blaming the drink for the rouge tint of your cheeks as you chug the rest of it down. Lovely as she was, that smile was only given to you because you were a customer. People like you were too scary for a fragile thing like love. You couldn't even remember your last relationship.. Maybe that was just because you forgot. Either way, you felt the chances were slim. Getting out of the depressing subject, you watched a man wander back towards the bar from the table section, a few of his friends not far behind him. He had an arrogant look about him, something told you he felt like starting trouble. He came over to where Nami was, leaning against the counter towards her. She only spared him a glance as she fixed drinks for the other patrons, flashing him a quick smile.

"What can I get you?"

She asked him. The grin on his face grew wider as he glanced back at his friends. You studied him silently from your seat, taking in small details to get a read on him. He was tall, a little taller than you, even. His face was marred by multiple scars, the way they adorned his face told you he had earned those from fights. Your grip tightened on the whiskey glass in your hand, your mind on edge as he leaned in closer to her.

"How about a round?"

She raised her eyebrow at the request, crossing her arms as she chuckled. You knew what he meant, but apparently Nami had missed it.

"Bud, I need to know what kind of drink you want."

She replied. The smug expression of his refused to falter as he let out a sharp laugh. You weren't liking this guy, not one bit. Your eyes hardened as you watched the interaction.

"What kind of round? I'd say a rough one in that hotel nearby when you're done here, pretty lady. What about it?"

He replied. His friends chortled in the background, whooping and praising his wit like a pack of yesmen. This could go one of two ways; either he takes "no" or he doesn't. Paired with the little fleet of kissups he had with him, your gut told you "no" wasn't in this dumbass's vocabulary today. Nami sighed, closing her eyes. With her beauty, she had to be used to the gross flirts by now. That thought gave you no comfort whatsoever.

"That sounds really nice, sir, but I'm not really interested."

She replied shortly. You hid a snort at the blunt reply, going unnoticed by the man. His eyes narrowed at the answer, and within moments he had overstepped his bounds tremendously. His hands had snaked over the counter, going immediately to Nami's ass. She let out a yelp, but she didn't fight back. She couldn't. Like hell you were going to let this go.

You stood up slowly from your seat, your blood boiling as you approached him. He looked over at you with a disinterested expression, looking nonchalant as he gripped her behind.

"What d'you want? I'm in the middle of something here."

He grumbled. You ignored him, your eyes going over to Nami. She let out small whimpers as he groped her, your eyes locking with hers.

She looked terrified.

Your movement was swift and powerful. You raised your left arm, and your hand locked itself onto his head as you forced it down against the bar counter with a monstrous force. His hands flew away from her as he screamed out in pain, clutching his face. You broken his nose, along with a few of his teeth. God, you wished you could do so much worse, but you wouldn't dare to scar Nami with any more of that. Your eyes narrowed down at him dangerously, your anger raw and barely contained as you maintained the grip on his cranium.

"That wasn't a smart thing to do, pal. She just told you no, that wasn't a fuckin' invitation. You're lucky that I haven't fucked up more than your face, you pig."

You hissed into his ear, letting his head go before taking him by the collar and tossing him at his friends. They caught him unsteadily, looking fearfully over at you. You looked down on them, your voice a deep rumble as you growled over at them.

"Get out and don't come back."

You stated. They didn't need to be told twice. No sooner than you said it, the small troupe scrambled out the door, carrying the incapacitated harasser with them. You turned back to Nami, your eyes searching her worriedly.

"Are you okay?"

You asked, the concern obvious in your tone. You met her eyes again. You knew you were scary, what just happened had to be terrifying for her. She probably saw you as a monster now.. No more sunshine smiles for you..

But there wasn't any fear in her eyes.

She grinned up at you, looking amazed.

"I'm okay now, don't worry! That was terrifying though... I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come save me like that.."

She said, shivering. You felt a blush crawl into your face, smiling back at her sheepishly.

"I-It's no big deal, really.. I just did what was right."

You replied humbly, scratching the back of your neck. She shook her head at the reply, her gaze full of fire.

"You just KO'ed a guy bigger than you like it was nothing!! Don't go all modest on me with that kind of stunt, I owe you big time!" 

She replied firmly, taking your hand in hers and giving it a quick squeeze before putting it down. You looked away, feeling your blush grow rapidly.

"At least let me thank you somehow."

She offered. Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe there was a chance.. You look down at her, swallowing.

"Well, I'm free on Wednesday if you wanna head to the movies that night.."

You reply, setting your hands in your pockets awkwardly. Your eyes drift back to her face, and the sight almost makes you lose it.

She's blushing.

No weird face. No grimace. No sign of rejection. Hope sparked inside of you and caught on your heart like wildfire as she felt her cheeks, avoiding your gaze in an embarrassed fashion. Adorable. Finally, she looked back up at you, giving you that sunshine smile that you were growing fond of.

"Okay... But can I know something?"

Taking a second to get out of your dumbfounded stupor, you looked down at her curiously.

"Of course, what's up?"

She giggles.

"What's your name?"

You pause, processing it for a minute. Finally, you let out a laugh. It goes for a minute before you calm down, apologizing before catching your breath fully.

"Sorry about that... I had forgotten to introduce myself, I'm so stupid!"

You chuckle, shaking your head. You hold out your hand, offering her your first genuine smile of the night.

"I'm [Name]."

She grasps your hand, shaking it slightly.

"I'm happy to finally know it. How about you come here around 7:30 that day to pick me up?"

You grin.

"Sounds good."

Suddenly, the back pocket of your riding pants started to vibrate. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone to see your friend was calling. They didn't call unless they needed you down there for something. With a sigh, you look back at her apologetically.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go. If that fucker gives you any trouble again, call me."

You say, taking out an old receipt and a pen from your pocket to scribble down your number. You slide it down towards her along with the money for your drinks before heading towards the door, taking up your helmet on the way out. You can feel her eyes on you as you go.

The eyes that refuse to fear you.

~~~~~~~

I SMELLED NAMI STANS AND I HAVE COME TO FEED YOU HELLO I AM HERE

By the by, most of my reader inserts are gender neutral and unless someone specifically requests for a gender that's how it stays

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 44: Gangsta’s Paradise - Part 2

Time becomes strange. Things seem to move painfully slow, but also faster than Shizuka can react. All she can do is watch the curious, organic glow of the chandelier’s pulse.

She had jumped to kick the preacher man in the face, and was satisfied to feel her shin connect with his jaw. But in the next instant, she faltered, sensing none of the familiar feedback. The old man didn’t reel back or yelp in pain. Instead, Dust keeps smiling, though the predatory look remains in his eyes. The wrinkles on the left side of his face become clear; the skin around his jowl is now smooth, a little strip of his beard now colored dark a light shade of grey instead of white, incongruent with the rest of his aged appearance.

The organic chandelier that is his Stand pulsates, as if a ghostly heart beats within it.

Brother Dust reaches out a lazy hand, and as she descends to the ground, the old man gently strokes her calf with the back of his hand. Sick chills run up Shizuka’s spine, and a CRACK fills the air. She thinks first to look for broken glass. Then the pain crawls up from her leg and fills her brain.

Shizuka hits the ground, and GANGSTA'S PARADISE flashes at its brightest. She hears a scream that may be her own, but she has no time to consider it as an explosion of colored light ripples out from the unearthly chandelier. Shizuka turns her face away as the ripples extend outward, shutting her eyes.

When she opens them, she yelps and raises her fist at the face that appears right in front of her. But instead she finds her own visage staring back at her, reflected in something that appears to be glass, but definitely isn’t.

She leaps away and howls when her broken leg bends beneath her weight. Her back strikes the opposing wall and the wind is knocked out of her. She fights to catch it and her bearings. Once she readjusts herself, Shizuka is stunned at where she finds herself.

It is a room of mirrors. Not only the four walls, but also the ceiling and floor are perfect, clear mirrors. Shizuka pulls herself up to stand on her good foot, keeping one hand pressed against the wall. When she looks at the wall, her twin in the mirror presses her palm against hers. She looks down and the reflection looks up. They watch each other become dizzy, as their only footing is the sole of the other’s foot. At the center of it all lingers the glowing chandelier.

WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

The voice is a dreadful whisper which batters her eardrums and makes her scream in shock and pain. She falls to the floor again, and the voice, Brother Dust’s voice, speaks again, seeming to come from inside her own head.

This is the world created by GANGSTA’S PARADISE. In this space, EVERYTHING is turned on its head. Time. Space. Matter. Even reality itself. No-one has ever seen this place and lived to tell about it. But you can, Shizuka Joestar… You still have a chance. But if you reject it.... you will die here. Alone. And afraid.

Shizuka staggers to her knees and stares all around. She cannot see Dust. He is a disembodied voice, untouchable. She looks down at her leg. A shard of bone pokes out from the flesh, and blue fluid drips from the end of it. With a shivering hand, she dabs at the dark blue that runs down to her ankle.

“Is that… my blood?... but, I... why is it...?”

She is now very afraid. She does not understand what’s happening. She shivers and her breath is wild and unsteady. A familiar impulse calls out to her, one she has known since before she can remember. The urge to turn invisible. Almost beyond her control, she feels the ability take effect, ACHTUNG BABY manipulates the light around her to make her disappear.

And then a cloak of darkness covers her sight and she goes blind.

“Aaah…!!” she shrieks. “What’s happening now…?!” She grasps the air in front of her, trying to find purchase. Her fingers brush against something like a curtain, then she recoils. Still, she can’t see, but the movement of the cloth reveals to her what is standing in front of her. Brother Dust has emerged from whatever realm he disappeared into and stands before her in physical form.

Unbeknownst to Shizuka, rather than turning invisible, her body shines from within, becoming a human beacon. He stands over her and looks at his reflection in the mirror wall, touching the newly youthful portion of his face while muttering to himself.

“Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him… I must say, though, very nice,” he says, looking down at Shizuka. “It's been quite a while since I've had skin this smooth. Hey, do you think you could get the other side of my face? Just to even things out…”

“What did you do to me?!!” she yells. She keeps her fists up, but makes no attempt to lash out at her unseen enemy.

“Oh? I thought that I said so already. This is my power: GANGSTA'S PARADISE. An extraordinarily weak Stand, with no destructive power at all. All it does is put things in reverse. But don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean ‘reversing’ in the way one might rewind a video tape! GANGSTA'S PARADISE does not affect the actions themselves, but rather, the intent that drives them!”

When Shizuka doesn’t respond, he continues, “I can see you’re still confused. Allow me to instead demonstrate: I’m going to shatter that leg of yours even worse,” he declares, a dark menace entering his tone.

She senses him raising his foot, but reacts too slowly. Her mind is shuddering, the shock making her limbs slow. She feels the rush of air as Dust brings his foot and screams before he makes contact with her leg, stomping right on her exposed bone. “AAAAGHH!!”

But the strike doesn’t hurt. She feels a burning sensation in her leg, but not the white-out agony she expected. “What…?” she whispers as Dust steps away from her. When she reaches down and touches her leg, she feels the bone retracting back in place. Even the dark blue blood has returned to her veins, as she feels her leg is dry and whole.

“When you strike at someone, your intent is to cause harm,” Dust says, crouching over her, “whether with fists, blades or bullets, in your heart, you desire to cause harm to your neighbor. GANGSTA’S PARADISE turns that desire on its head: transmuting the intent to harm into an action that heals.”

“Th-that doesn’t explain the mirror world…! Or my eyes…!!!” Shizuka spits, shrinking away from the preacher.

“Places have intent as well,” Dust answers, explaining slowly as if talking to a small child. “GANGSTA’S PARADISE acts upon the space around it, resulting in this dizzying place. An impossible world, where I hold sway… As for your eyes, you mustn’t blame that on me. It’s simply your own power working against you. How pitiful…!”

“What do you mean…?”

“You need to think about it! I heard you were clever…! Did you know that you’re glowing right now?”

“Eh…?” she says, confused.

“Ah, nevermind! You’re under some stress right now. I’m sure you’ll figure it out, eventually. Let’s come back to harm and healing,” Dust stands and straightens the front of his long coat, sounding vexed. “You may ask, who in this world can attack another without harmful intent behind their actions? And what can a person do when their intentions are constantly turned on their heads? The answers are: nobody, and nothing. There is nothing you can do. Nothing except surrender, or die.”

“Wanna bet…?!” she blusters, standing up and testing the strength of her newly healed leg, but still shining and blind. “You bastard… I told you I’d kick your ass… now I’ll do it twice as hard!!!”

“My parents were happily married, thank you!” Dust laughs. “It seems you’re still too stressed to understand. You’re only alive because I allow it to be so. And I allow it because I’m trying to give you another chance.”

Dust moves away from Shizuka, pulling a little black book out of his tunic. She pants in pain, and hears the shifting of paper as he opens it up.

“How well do you know the Good Book?” Shizuka doesn’t answer, her blind eyes shut in spite of him. “Ha…! No matter. You’ll know all you’ll need to before too long.”

The old priest walks towards the mirrored wall, then stops just before his reflection and turns to face Shizuka again “One hour. That is the time you get to make a decision. You can either join my cause, or die here. I hate to waste a talent like yours, but the decision is up to you.”

As he steps backwards into the mirror, he performs the sign of the cross and recites a Latin chant. “In nomine Patris, et Fili…”

Spiritus Sancti.

Shizuka is alone again, with nothing but her frantic breath and fear. She grips her leg, healed by a punch, and squeezes it hard. She cannot see. Yet in the darkness, she sees Dust’s smirking face. She grits her teeth, feeling a black pit hollow out her insides.

And then the voice returns. It whispers right next to her, but when she throws her hand out to strike, there is nothing but air. She puts her hands to her ears, but doing so only penetrates her ears even worse, the sound seems to broadcast directly from her palms.

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

She sees him. Her eyes are blind, but she can see his face, leering at her from the infinite mirrors. The same sneer, repeated over countless lenses. Like the infinite staircases of MC Escher, imagery that boggles the mind and confuses the senses. Shizuka was trapped in this world distorted by Brother Dust, where he is lord and master.

[xserpentlife]

Tease

Requested: anon - May I request a Malachi x serpent reader maybe she is Jughead's older sister and they end up meeting and they kinda have a thing for each other but they don't say anything they just kinda fight all the time but with flirty jabs and insults until one day one of his guys target the reader and he goes crazy and ends up checking on her and they end up confessing their feelings with a really fluffy ending

A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to write again. My school has been absolutely insane like my teachers had projects due one after another with like no time in between so it had me freaking and I felt like I couldn't write like I had to be doing school all the time. And now with the corona, I'm like wtf is going on. So please request whenever I am trying my hardest to write again, request moodboards, and fics and just talk to me. I miss you guys. 

Warnings: teasing jabs, a small fight

Word Count: About 1450

Being Serpent Royalty was not easy, you walked around with a target on your back. It was practically tattooed on you like the serpent that adorned your ass. It was a dangerous world in Riverdale. Constant fights here, getting arrested there, you name it and it happened to you. On top of it all, you were not just royalty you were the old leader's daughter and the new leader's sister when that happened the target grew tenfold. High School was a whole new game. The past few months the fights have been dying down. The serpents and the Ghoulies trying to live in some sort of harmony. We left them alone and they left us alone. It was important that we at least tried to live in peace, but that didn’t mean some people ignored the peace altogether. Ghoulies were still fighting serpents and some serpents would still fight them, you had to be careful regardless.

You were sitting waiting to get your lunch when one of Malachai’s men came up behind you hitting your tray onto you as you slipped on the food that landed on the ground and fell

“Haha look the serpent was too slippery for her own good”

“Just makes me more of a snack than you'll ever be Malachai '' You went out to Toni and asked her if she had any clothes to borrow. She did, however, the worst part of being spilled on was that you had to wear her cheer uniform because it was all she had in her locker. Cheer was not remotely your vibe, but clean clothes were better than ketchup soaked ones.

You finished your day out pretty easily. No issues came up at all, and you got to go home early from your last period because the teacher didn’t show up and there was no sub. You got on your bike ready to ride off before Malachai came up tapping you on the shoulder

“Are you a motorcycle? Because I'd like to ride you all day, and then sell you for a newer model”

“Shhhh. You hear that... that’s the sound of me not caring” Did he really think you would care about a line like that. It was like a backhanded compliment, you didn't have time for his shit, but in reality, if you are honest with yourself it did hurt a little bit. He wanted to ride you and trade you in, was he trying to kill you little by little. Usually, the jokes go over your head, usually, they are teasing jokes sometimes maybe a little harsh but this was different. Maybe you just needed a drink to ease your mind. You called Toni up hoping she would be down to meet you later in the night, and luckily she was.

Ever since the peace agreement both ghoulies and serpents have been going to the wyrm. The ghoulies never had their own bar, they just had their hideout, so in a peaceful fashion the serpents invited the ghoulies onto our territory, into our home and a majority of them were respectful.

You were sitting at the bar talking to Toni. You had spent the majority of your night at the wyrm dancing, playing pool and beating Sweet Pea at his own game, plus having a drink here and there. But having drinks always kept you in your head when something wouldn’t leave your mind.

It was like a game with you and Malachai. One person would say something the other would respond. Sometimes it was harsh other times it was fun, it depended on the day. It was always up in the air with him. That was the fun of it though, until it wasn’t. You started liking him, that was a fact you couldn't ignore, but was it okay for serpent royalty to like ghoulie royalty. In your head it didn’t matter, you liked him regardless, but in the end, it was hard because how would you know if he liked you. Part of you hoped that you would see Malachai there that night like you did many nights prior but maybe it just wasn’t in the cards. At least that's what you thought until you felt the familiar tickle of facial hair on the side of your neck.

“Can I buy you a drink”            

“Great offer, honestly but I'd rather just have the money”.

You walked out after that, how could you stand there and let him buy you a drink when his feelings may not even be real, and it all just maybe a game. You couldn’t drive home because Toni was the one who brought you, and beyond that even if you did have your bike you were tipsy enough that you couldn’t. The walk home was eerily quiet. The sounds of the stones hitting your shoes every time you took a step, and your mind racing with the thoughts of whether you liked him or not. Games are fun until they hit you harder than you ever thought they would. Before you could even think you felt a hard hit to the back of your head as you crashed down onto the stone walkway. Gravel entering into your hands as you fell. You started getting up slowly as you felt another blow to the back of your knees.

“What the fuck…”

“Ready to have some fun Serpent Queen”

“One I’m not the queen and two you really fucked up Joel '' You turned on your back as he stood over you, your foot rising and swiping his feet from under him. You crawled away getting up as he stood as well. It luckily gave you enough time to catch yourself. Another punch to the side of his cheek, you wiped your hands off, the gravel starting to sting. You flicked out your blade from your pocket slicing across his cheek enough for him to let out a yelp. You didn’t want tonight. You were born a fighter, but you never meant to hurt anyone unless you had to. Joel was a Ghoulie since birth, not royalty but a loyal member to Malachai and the gang. He was young, naive, and didn't necessarily understand the peace agreement and what it entailed. He was angry when it first came out. Trying to fight every serpent in his path. You heard a gun click. Your headshot up. You looked into Joel's eyes as the barrel was pointed towards you. There was no way you were winning a gunfight. You closed your eyes waiting for the shot to ring in the air. And you did but it wasn’t at your chest anymore. You heard a thud, the pain of someone being knocked to the ground before the bullet could even touch you. You opened your eyes again to see Malachai standing ahead of you. You ran as fast as you could to a spot at the cliffs where you would spend your free time when you were younger.

Your face was covered in your own blood, hands covered in gravel. The pain was radiating through you but you didn’t care. He saved your life and you ran off without even thanking him. You felt a hand touch your shoulder

“Hey…”

“You saved my life” the tears flowed out of your eyes as he grabbed onto you, your back radiating pain from the first fall you had”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t let go”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there”

“But I don’t get why you're here… we aren't even friends”

“Don’t say that Y/N you know damn well we are more than that, or at least should be more than that”

“But…”

“I like you, and yeah I’ve been an idiot, the flirty remarks a shit and I'm sorry, but I didn't wanna have the chance of being rejected and, and you never said you liked me, but when I saw you there. When Joel was holding that gun and he had it pointed at you. I think all the fear that I could ever feel entered my body. I like you Y/N and I needed to tell you” You pulled away from him, his hand coming up and wiping your tears.

“Wanna buy me that drink now..”

“I’d love to buy you that drink”

[artsninspo]

PART IX - DEBTS

PART IX

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Nothing had gone as planned today, nothing at all. Jean one of liquor connects came by to talk shit, smoke and keep Tre in the loop about what would be going on within the next few weeks before he could get some from Elle. He’s showed her something no one alive knew about because Jean was a dirtbag - though they were ‘friends’ he prided himself in never giving anyone a weakness to exploit. Elle had enough shit going on in her own life - she didn’t need to be in the middle of that. At the end of his visit he smiled.

“I know you like bitches but don’t go to the museum event tonight” Jean smiled.

“Why not?” Tre had asked casually.

“Owner has a gambling debt that hasn’t been paid. It’s not going to go well - got some pictures of him doing shit married men shouldn’t do to show his bitch of a wife” he laughed before leaving. Leaving Tre with a bad taste in his mouth.

He didn’t have Elle’s number or know where she was. He knew how the casino bosses worked. They’d collect by any means necessary. It could be starting a fire and then collecting all the insurance money or ruining your place of business to force your hand out of fear. Traffic on a Friday night was working his last nerve as he flipped through the forms trying to find Elles number. He finds it sitting at a red and dials the number.

“Pick up” he shape only to hear the machine before calling again hastily.

“Fuck man pick up!” He shouts only to hear music in the background.

“Elle, Elle its Tre listen” he shouts.

“Tre?” She asks sounding tipsy.

“Elle get out of the museum now, don’t ask questions just get out and get anyone you care about out - act normal” he shouts going against all his street codes. Silence is all he hears on the other end before he hears gunshots and screams.

There’s nothing else from Elle so he cuts on the news slowing down as cops face to the scene. There are firetrucks, ambulances and the media with no sign of Elle. He tries but all the calls go to voicemail. He feels his stomach drop with worry for the first time in a long time.

Keep calm.

He reasons deciding to drive to the hospital despite it going to be crawling with cops. He sits listening to hear one person was pronounced dead at the scene and five are critical with a few with minor cuts and bruising.

His phone rings showing Elles number.

“Elle?” He questions.

“Where are you?” Her voice calls.

“Civic hospital parking lot, are you okay?”

She sniffles and theres a pause.

“I don’t see your car turn on the lights” Tre does as he’s told before he sees her coming and gets out. He goes to hug her but she stops him.

“What was that and how did you know?” She cries.

“Your uncle has a gambling debt, one of my associates told me not to go tonight. As soon as I found out I tried to warn you - but I didn’t have your number?”

Elle looks broken as she sniffles again with glossy eyes streaming tears.

“Why would Kell gamble?”

“I don’t know, I’m not in that business”

“Tre, I can’t do this.” She whispers wiping her eyes and taking a breath as the ugly cry begins. She tries to quell the emotions holding her face and trying to keep it together.

“I should be with my family Tre, the whole reason I came was to get away from shady business. Thats your world.” She shrugs getting his keys and handing them to him.

“You’re upset and tired”

“Exhausted” she corrects holding her arms. “Kell is critical so I can’t ask him if this is true”

“Why would I lie?” Tre snaps offended now.

“Calling you can fuck things up for me but I did it anyway. I know you lost Jesse and losing Kell would be too much for you. But he’s a piece of shit for doing things that can endanger his family like not paying a debt from dangerous people” Tre grits just above a whisper.

“Tre, he could die” Elle reasons only to get a shrug in response.

“You shouldn’t be here right now until things die down. Please” he reasons looking down at Elle and reaching for her chin only to have it his hand pushed away. She looks down at her phone showing a string of missed calls.

“Don’t worry about it Tre - thanks for letting me know. We’ll be fine” she sighs pulling herself together.

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Tre couldn’t help but notice the kind of people that were in and out of Elle’s apartment. The debt had been paid and a cease fire in place. There was a lot of arguing and politicking from what Tre could hear, crying too. He’d seen Elles mother one day as he was heading out - he could just tell by how she carried herself. They shared a few similarities but not an overwhelming resemblance. Kell was pulling through from what he heard. His brows furrowed as he saw Rico, they’d done a stint on juvie together outside of Elles door.

“Black?” He questions turning to Tre. “Bro you’re fucking huge” he laughs heading over to greet Tre. He was one of the few inmates that wasn’t always angry but he had a temper like none other. His commissary was always stocked and he always got two of everything - one for him and one for black. The conditions of their probation kept them from staying in touch.

“What’s up man what are you doing here?” Tre asks looking him over.

“You stay here? You’re neighbours with my sis man” Rico smiles shocking Tre for a lot of reasons.

“Shit man, am I that much of a fucking lowlife or is she still prissy as shit?” He asks knocking on Elles door.

“Thought you had brothers”

“I do but my pops, had her and her mama kept it from him for a long time. I hear shit’s been kind of wild for her so I’m here to do my part” he says as Elle opens the door.

“Hi Rico”

“Aww hell no. Go change, I’m not going back to jail today” He groans seeing Elle and folding his arms in annoyance right away.

“Rico!” She stomps sounding like a kid.

“Rico nothing! I don’t wanna hear it, nothing sexy or tight - shit!” He snaps making Tre laugh a bit. That was all ever did. Sexy all day everyday.

“You can come in while I change”

“It’s alright catching up with my patna”  he reasons making Elle peek outside.

“Huh?” She asks. “How do you two know each other”

“Prison” Rico says frankly making Elle laugh.

“I'll just be five minutes” she says getting on an oversized shits and a pair of boyfriend jeans with sneakers.

“Good?” She asks locking up and heading back to the hall but Tre and her brother are outside.

“Much better” Rico comments.

“Meh” Elle comments not feeling the outfit change.

Rico had told Tre the truth. Elle’s grandma called him hoping for anyone to check up on her and make things better. She thought someone from her other side of the family could be a nice break from all their family drama. In Rico’s word’s Elles grandma was the only family member who didn’t stick her nose up at them and Elle never really got the change to be a little sister from her maternal brothers.

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Tre just got in as Rico was heading out.

“Be easy man if you need anything you have my number and if anything happens with her call me ASAP” Rico smiles.

“For sure” Tre agrees.

“Between you and me that gambling shit is ain’t right. They’re good for the money - cheater maybe but gambler? That nigga is a whole square” Rico says shaking his head.

“I’ll keep my ears down for more information” Tre nods giving Rico a handshake before he leaves.

Then the rain started all over again. Tre had always prided himself in being a stand up guy, giving women their choice and not being pushy but it was like everyone but him got to check up on her. Everyone who wasn’t there when she was trying to drink herself into a coma. Pride aside the thunder was his perfect opportunity. He knocks on her door and finds her wide awake.

“Tre”

“Come on” he takes her hand ignoring her protest and heading into his apartment once she’s locked up.

“Rico says you’re good people” Elle comments.

“Good people don’t have trap doors or know when somewhere is going to get shot up”  Elle continues once he’s locked up.

“Thought we established I’m and asshole?” he asks leading her up to the penthouse.

“My Grandad built this place, his mistress my granny lived in the apartment that neighbours you - family lived up here” he explains.

“Sorry” Elle whispers.

“Its convenient”

“So how’d you end up in juvie, how’d your mom end up with an addiction?” Elle asked plain looking around the much nicer furnished large apartment.

“Her dad died with her mom in a car accident she started dating losers who wanted her for the money left behind. I went to juvie for sealing and fighting. When my grandfathers wife found out about me she took me in. I gave her hell but she didn’t mind - left this to me when she died a few years ago” he explains.

“She sounds like a class act.”

“Only woman I’ve ever admired” he nods sitting down honestly. The silence is heavy as they sit facing each other. “You know I care about you right?” He asks and Elle sighs.

“Yeah, don’t know why but I know you do. I was a bitch-“

“Don’t apologize” he cuts her off.

Reaching for her only for her to reject the affection again.

“Nothing lasts forever Tre, I’d like to keep the things I can lose at a minimum” she sighs truthfully. He takes her chin this time holding on and her hands go to his arms to stop him from kissing her.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about me, I’ll always be good and so will you - even when we can’t stand each other” he reasons looking into her brown eyes before letting go. He heads outside sparking a blunt to clear his head and think. There was too much he didn’t know, too many players, factors hidden motives. A hit like the one on Kell wouldn’t be good for anyone, especially the neighbourhood.

He turns hearing the door open and Elle walk out tying her robe closed to weather the breeze.

“You smoke?”

“Sometimes, to clear my head” Elle nods sitting on his lap and taking a pull.

“Tre, I think after tonight we should stay away from each other. We both have a lot going on. It’s pretty clear you can take care of yourself but I have a lot of family bullshit going on”

“So its the worst time for you to be alone, trust me I know. I won’t force you to do anything but keep good people around. Your brothers solid” he swallows attentive to her response.

“He is, hard to imagine you’re his cellie” Elle winks playfully resting her head on his shoulder and watching the rain.

“Just now I’m here too if you need me. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but be careful around Kizzy alright and don’t tell her anything about me. She was the only one not in the building when they started shooting. She gave me the invitation - hates my ass and I know some people that say she hangs out with a mid level guy on the other side of town” Tre explains making Elle sit upright as she processes his words.

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[jayascorner]

running for my life

tyler joseph x reader

warnings: none other than suicidal thoughts, but nothing happens really, the reader’s just depressed. (tyler is out of his depression though)

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2 years. it’s been 2 years of putting up with this horrible life. i want it to stop. i want all the voices to die. i want to dream at night again. i want to actually sleep and not see black the whole night. no matter how much i try, nothing would cure my amazing suicidal being (note sarcasm).

i’ve considered and tried ending it all sometimes, but one, it never works and two, i have a friend that really doesn’t want me to. his name is tyler, and he’s always convincing me to stay alive no matter what, but what’s the point?

earlier i concluded that my behavior lately is coming from home, specifically my bedroom. so the only solution i can think of is running. running away from everything that can trigger my depression.

so now i’m running. and even though i’m getting out of breath, i keep running. my legs are tired, and my face is nearly frozen from the temperature outside. but i keep running. until i hit a small tree stump and trip. nothing like unintentional self harm, am i right? it’s a freebie! i’m not at fault here.

sure, it’s dark and cold and i can see a person in the shadows, but who cares about that. wait a sec..a person in the shadows? i better keep running.

i run to the nearest tree, there are a bunch of trees, because i’m in a forest. it was a really big tree, so it stood out to me more.

now, you might think i’m okay. but keep in mind, i’m not okay.

i take the time to think about my life. man it really sucks. it’s really hard to live with a family that doesn’t know what you’re going through. it’s like they don’t know the real me, because they all think that i’m happy all the time. my friends think that too, except tyler. he’s the only person who knows what i’m battling with, and he knows exactly what it feels like. he’s gone through it before.

i come to realize that i rely on him a lot. he’s my only safe place to talk freely about stuff to. he’s so understanding, so comforting, and i really don’t deserve him.

and he deserved better than what life gave him years ago.

now i wanna break it to y’all, it’s in the middle of the night right now. why am i still up you ask? sometimes, actually not a lot of times, i can actually sleep. but most of the time, i can’t sleep at all. and right now, how can i sleep at a time like this?

sure, it’s actually easier to sleep in the day, if you’re like me and all the other people who have the same curse.

so i’d say, it’s like four a.m right now. y’all probably think i’m fine right now. wrong. don’t let my narrations fool you. now here’s a mood change, i’m crying. of course the tears fall in the middle of the night. that’s when most of them do. just imagine how much dry tears are stained in my pillow case.

apparently my crying is loud enough that someone can here them, or maybe not, it could just be because i darted into the woods. i reckon it’s probably that person in the shadows i saw earlier.

tyler’s pov

yes, i’m up at four a.m. no, i can’t sleep.

i don’t think y’all would need an explanation for that.

i decide to take a walk to get my mind off of things, i do this pretty often. my parents are okay with it, unless something kills me, or eats me.

i see someone pass by me- or should i say, run past me, straight into the woods. now that’s unusual, don’t ‘cha think?

and you see, i’m a very curious person, so i turn into the woods to follow the rushing figure.

it isn’t that far away, and i can see that it’s my friend y/n. her hair is up, and she’s wearing really baggy clothes. i can see her breath in the cold. she has the same problem as i did, so she’s probably just trying to run away again.

she collapses by the tree, but instead of heavily breathing, i hear sobs. this must be worse than before, because she’s never crying. or at least she doesn’t cry a lot around me.

of course i’m gonna help her, i always do. but this time, i’m gonna do something different. sure, she’s heard me sing before, so it probably won’t be surprising to her.

so i come close to where she is, but she still can’t see me. and i sing.

“i know, where you stand.”

her sobs get quieter as she turns around the tree to see where my voice is coming from.

“silent in the trees.” i sing once more, walking in her direction.

“and that’s where i am. silent in the trees.”

although it’s really dark, i’m able to make out her facial features. she’s looking at me with the most broken look in her eyes, and it really hurts me to see her like that. but i proceed to sing.

“why won’t you speak, where i happen to be? silent in the trees.”

i pause for a moment.

“standing cowardly.”

i extend my arm out to her so she can grab my hand. i pull her up from the ground.

“i can feel your breath.” i sing, letting my hand caress her face comfortingly.

“i can feel my death.”

“i want to know you.”

she looks down at her feet for a little bit.

“i want to see.”

she continues to looks down, kind of like she’s waiting for something.

“i want to say...” i bring my hand to the bottom of her chin and move her head up.

“hello.” she reluctantly looks at me, and bursts into tears.

i wrap my arms around her torso, trying to give her some sort of comfort. she cries into my shoulder, her sobs are uncontrollable.

time skip~~

we decide to walk back to my house, though my parents are home, my room is far away. no don’t get any ideas, nothing like that is involved, no.

we arrive to my house and i guide y/n up the stairs to my room. i have a tv, so we can watch a movie or something.

“so what are you feeling?”

“what do you mean?” she asks.

i’ll have to word that differently.

“like what’s up with you, did you run away again?”

“oh just to get my mind off of things. the world is against me.”

pshh, like i’m buying that.

“the world’s not against you. that’s just what they want you to think.”

she sighs. “but they’re right. what’s the point of staying on this earth if i obviously don’t have a reason to live?”

c’mon man! will i ever be able to convince her otherwise? all i want to do is help her :(

hearing her say that is the last straw.

“y/n! no! that’s not true. you matter to so many people! nobody wants you to leave. you’re here for a reason, everyone is!”

“how do you know that? how do you know that i matter?” she asks, on the verge of tears.

oh my. here we go.

“because you matter to me! God, i thought i made that so obvious! i care about you so much, you wouldn’t even know. i can’t let you take your life. do you know how much that would effect my life?”

she looks taken aback by what i just said. did i say it in a harsh tone? i hope not.

“no.” she says quietly.

“it would effect like 75 percent of my life.”

her eyes widen. “75 percent?! why? why do i matter to you that much? why do you care about me that much? it makes no sense!”

“because i love you!” i burry my face in my hands. “gosh, i love you so much. i can’t imagine living a normal life without you.”

she looks like her whole world just stopped. “y-you what??” she stutters out.

“no, you don’t have hearing problems. you heard me right.” i sigh.

that’s probably what’s going through her head.

“you just made my job easier.” she smiles.

“what do you mean?” i ask raising an eyebrow.

“i love you too.”

ok let me just tell you that it’s dark in here. so she can’t really see what i’m doing. you see where this is going right?

because without warning, i reach for the back of her neck, and pull her lips to mine. but thinking she will reject it, i pull away.

“i’m sorry. that was too soon, i shouldn’t have-“ but before i can finish, she captures her lips with mine again.

i immediately respond because i know we both want it now. i wrap an arm around her to pull her closer to me as i deepen the kiss. she crawls on top of my lap, wanting to get even closer. oh shoot it’s getting real. her hands get tangled in my hair, as i cup her face in my hands.

i pull away.

she looks at me with the most adoration she’s ever had.

“why’d you stop?” she asks, chuckling a little.

“i don’t know. and by the way, this is the happiest i’ve seen you in a while.”

i say.

“it’s you.” her hand grazes over mine. “it’s always been.” her face practically glowing with an ecstatic aura.

i intertwine my fingers with hers and smile back.

“so i better not see you try to run away again, cause i’m not loosing you.” i say i little more sternly.

she sighs, “i guess i’ll try...”

the rest of the morning, we watch one of her favorite movies until we both dose off to sleep.

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the end :)

so i feel kinda weird about fanfics now since jenna is preggos, but oh well 🤪

p.s, this was actually cuter than i thought it would be 🥰🥰

what are your thoughts on this one? let me know in the comments!!