#One of the ONLY times you’ll catch me finishing smth

[cyanbobaaaaa]

aaaaAaAAAAaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA

She is SO stinky

based on that one drawing of her in chill clothes cause it’s my fav drawing of her

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon: little black dress

request: Okay so secret weapon doesn't wear black often right? What if she finally wears smth black for when they all go out and they all die? Maybe smth like the iconic black dress Maddie wears in euphoria?

tags: NSFW 18+, alcohol, exhibitionism, public touching/public sex, dom!finn, slight dom!damian, poly!judgement day, sub!reader, bottom!reader, teasing, fingering, humiliation

A/N: it was time for some TJD smut again SKJDKS also this is NOT part of the regular their secret weapon series, it’s just a one shot that is aside from the usual storyline so there won’t be much plot in this!! this is also for the finn lovers out there bc it was time he had his moment

mentions: @babybatlover​ @ripleyswhore​

Y/N was sick and tired of hearing from her partners that she didn’t wear enough black, or that she didn’t match the group. So when the group had decided they wanted to go out to a club on their weekend off, she decided it was time to give her partners what they wanted. An all black outfit consisting of a short black dress that accentuated every curve of her body, black heels, and a black purse was what Y/N went with, and she even did dark makeup on herself like Rhea’s to really give them what they wanted. 

The other four were downstairs waiting for their girl to finish. “Y/N, niñita, are you almost ready?” Dominik yelled up to their room where she was supposed to be finishing up. “We were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago.” Rhea playfully rolled her eyes and put her rings on her fingers. “I don’t know why you thought we were going to be on time.” She mumbled. “We’ve never been on time.” Before Dom could even give her an answer, the four of them turned to see Y/N walking downstairs; needless to say, every one of them was speechless at what they saw in front of them. She giggled at their reactions and gently tapped Damian’s cheek. “Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies, papi.” She teased and pulled on a jacket over her dress. 

Finn blinked a couple of times before he finally managed to speak up. “I…wow, baby. We just…you look so…” Y/N raised her eyebrow waiting for a response, in which Finn cleared his throat without finishing his sentence. She playfully rolled her eyes at him in her own response. “You told me to match you guys, so I did.” She said before giving each of her partners a gentle kiss on their cheeks. “We’re ready to go now?”

The fivesome left their house and went out to a nightclub, once again showing that The Judgement Day gets rowdy when they party. Y/N was shocked they didn’t run the bar dry with how many rounds of drinks and bottles they were ordering, but after a certain point none of them cared. They were all in their own little world, in a private booth at the club where each of them were touching and kissing one another without a care in the world. Rhea and Dom were on one end of the booth, cuddling and swaying to the music while Y/N sat between Finn and Damian on the other end. 

Finn couldn’t get enough of Y/N with this new look of hers; to be honest, he didn’t even think it would have that much of an effect on him. He sat behind her with his arms around her body while Damian was in front of her, the Irishman leaving kisses on her neck and shoulder as she exchanged kisses with ‘The Punisher.’ “You don’t even realize how fuckin’ crazy you make me,” Finn mumbled against her skin. “You look stunning, my love.” Y/N smiled at his words, one hand holding his while the other was holding Damian’s cheek. “I gave you what you wanted.” She teased. 

Even though the music around them was loud and the club was busy, it felt like the five of them in the booth were the only people in the world. Specifically, Y/N felt like it was just her and two of her boys giving her all of the attention she deserved. No one ever made her feel like this before she met The Judgement Day, but here she was; making out with her partners in the middle of the club, their hands dangerously close to places she’d only let them have access to. One of Finn’s hands had snaked its way to the inside of her thighs and was slowly getting closer to her panties. It made Y/N shiver with anticipation and need, so much so that she pushed her hips closer to his fingers just so he’d be able to touch. Finn chuckled once he felt her clothed pussy and immediately began to move his fingers in a circular motion. “Let me take care of you, babygirl.” He mumbled into her ear. 

Rhea and Dom had taken note from their end of the booth and began to watch. They couldn’t expect the two of them to not do anything, especially when Y/N looked the way she did. Damian took note as well and took hold of their girl’s chin to make her look up at him. “She doesn’t even understand what she does to us.” He said, turning her face to show Rhea and Dominik. “Our girl knows exactly what she did when she left the house like this.” Y/N smirked at his words and bit her lip as Finn’s fingers worked their magic. The other two smiled at Y/N and Rhea couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the sight. “Make sure there’s some left for us when we get home.” She teased. 

Y/N tightened her thighs around Finn’s hand and finger as he got her closer and closer to her breaking point. “Oh my god…” she whined softly, leaning her head back against Finn’s shoulder. He pulled her into a passionate kiss and squeezed her body tighter to his. “Cum for us, baby.” Y/N blushed and looked at him as she whined, all of a sudden very aware they were doing this in public. Finn noticed though, and that only made him work harder to get what he wanted out of her. “It’s just us. Show us you’re a good girl.” He encouraged, his thumb working her clit while his finger teased her entrance; Finn was only giving her a sneak peak of what she was going to get when they got home, he just couldn’t help but do it now. 

With Finn’s encouragement in her ear and Damian’s hands still gently wandering over her body, Y/N stiffened under their touch and reached her climax for her partners in the middle of the booth. She gasped against Finn’s lips and moved her hips against his fingers to work herself over, and she could hear all of her partners encouraging and teasing her as they watched. Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment and stimulation, but Y/N still smiled at each of her partners while catching her breath. Dominik was the first to speak up as he finished his drink, Rhea’s hand palming him and not once leaving that spot the entire time they watched. “Please tell me it’s time to go?”

[folkloresthings]

northanger abbey , fernando alonso + some sort of hurt / comfort ? perhaps one of them is down abt smth, and the other has to pep talk them into feeling happy again ?? leaving it up to u and ur talent , idk i just feel like this trope works so well w/ him , like he acts all tough but secretly he would just love love making u feel better .. idkkkkkkkk

fernando who’s soft for his s/o and his s/o only

GOOD ENOUGH. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

another job interview, another rejection email. it was like groundhog day — you just weren’t right for any of them. all you needed was a start into the career, something to put on your resumé, a stepping stone to your dream. but the companies were all run by assholes, who all apparently had something personal against you.

arriving home, you drop your bag and coat by the door, slumping into the couch. you felt completely and utterly defeated, with absolutely no motivation to go on. you had given up.

fernando had been in the kitchen when you’d come home, finishing up dinner for both of you. when you hadn’t come straight there to greet him, he’d grown suspicious. sticking his head around the doorframe, he catches sight of you, your head in your hands.

“mi amor…” he murmurs, knowing instantly what was wrong. he’s next to you in a flash, kneeling in front of where you seat, hands tugging your wrists away from your face. “another no?”

the words leaving fernando’s lips only solidify the reality of your day, forcing you to curl into yourself again with a groan, tears pricking at your eyes.

“hey, hey—” fernando could have cursed himself for making it worse. his least favourite thing in the world was seeing you upset, especially at yourself. “it’ll be okay, corazón.”

“they all think i’m so stupid!” you cried, hands dropping to your lap. fernando wastes no time in holding onto them, squeezing gently. “i’m not good enough for anything.”

“stop that,” he says sternly, but his touch is gentle when he wipes under your eyes, palms cupping a cheek each. “don’t talk about yourself like that, okay?”

all teary eyed and pouting, you nod slowly at him.

“you are the most amazing person i know,” fernando whispers, amazed at how you couldn’t see everything he could. “you’re smart and hard—working and so kind, if a company doesn’t want you then it’s their loss. remember what you always tell me?”

“everything happens for a reason,” you mumble at the same time as him. fernando smiles a little, moving to sit up on the couch and pull you into his lap, thumbs smoothing along your hips.

“exactly,” your boyfriend kisses your forehead softly, holding you as close as you’ll let him. “i’m going to plate you up some dinner, we’ll watch whatever you want, and get some sleep. and then, tomorrow, you’ll start fresh.”

you glance up at him, nibbling at your bottom lip. he was sweet, so very sweet that it made your teeth hurt. the best part was — only you got to see this side of him.

“i’ll help you look at some more jobs and prep for the interviews. you’ll go into the next one and try your best, that’s all you can do,” he’s rambling on with one of his pep talks again, and you cut him off with a kiss. “but no matter what, i love you. okay?”

“i love you too, ‘nando,” you murmur against his lips. “thank you.”

“my pleasure, mi amor.”

[mountsmase]

Just imagine you are the game with Lewis and you saw that he cant continue anymore and you are like “ pls don’t no no no” while having your hands to your face/mouth and when you saw he is getting subbed off your lips starts to tremble and your eyes are filled with tears and when Lewis sees you he softens and he’s like “ oh cmon here” and hugs you and you start to cry in your hands bc you can’t believe it. After you calm down a little are like “I can’t believe it and it’s so not fair, he deserves more and he was so happy he was starting again” while your voice trembles a bit and are like “I have to go to him rn” and you stand up and Lewis catches your arm and he’s like “you can’t go there sweet not yet at least you have to wait up” and you just cant be like “I can’t wait I need to see him now and reassure him, I can’t stay here knowing he is there and not ok”. Eventually you go and enter the dressing room and he looks up all teary and you immediately are by his side and take him in your arms and try to calm and reassure him and are like “ it’s ok baby I’m right here, let go, it’s fine bubba” and he sobs in your neck and your heart breaks and you feel like crying all over again but you have to be strong for him. After he calm down a bit he stays in your arms with his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his head from time to time and he is like” I can’t believe it, not again, it’s setback after setback and once again I disappoint everyone” and that’s when you intervene “ baby look at me, you couldn’t ever disappoint anyone especially me and your loved ones bubs. You were just unlucky in that moment and it happened and we couldn’t do too much about it now, you are so talented my love and you’ll bounce back again better than ever. It’s going to be ok bubs and you aren’t alone, we are going through this together. It’s okay to feel upset and angry and you have every right but it breaks my heart to see you like this. I love you sm and we are in this together. And he gets so emotional and you feel him and he kisses you while telling you he loves you and he rests his head again on you needing comfort and loving from you still. After a while Lewis calls you that you have to leave and we all meet after the game finishes in the carpark. It’s hard for you to leave knowing that he is in this condition but he says he’ll see you soon and pecks your lips. Fast forward the game finishes and you can’t wait to get home and baby him. Lewis drives and mason is in the passenger seat and from time to time you caress his arm. When you arrived home, ace comes immediately so happy to see you and mase becomes grumpy and he goes straight upstairs after you asked him if he wants smth to eat as he snaps he isn’t hungry. You don’t take it to hear bc you know he doesn’t mean it but you can’t say it ain’t hurt you. You saw that Lewis wanted to say smth to him and you’re like “ it’s okay Lew don’t worry, just let him cool down”. In the meantime you and Lewis eat and you put masons plate in the microwave to keep it warm and get ready for bed but stayed a bit on the couch with Lewis and ace staying next to you ready to be pet by you. After a while, mason comes all cozy and sits next you and hugs you so tight and he’s muttering I’m sorry and you soften and are like “it’s okay baby don’t worry” and he’s like “ no it’s not, I can’t do it without you bubs and I shouldn’t have snapped at you” and you just kiss him to reassure him it’s alright and forgiven and he cuddles you while also petting ace who is next to you and talking to Lewis also and you are content that he is feeling a little bit better 🫂🥰

I love this so much 😭

Lewis being there for you and knowing how much you’re hurting, but he knows he can’t stop you when you try to go to the dressing room to see him, knowing it’ll only make you more upset not being able to talk to him

Luckily the staff at United would recognise you and on that occasion would let you through because the game is still going and they won’t need the dressing room any time soon and god is mason happy to see you 😭 you’re his comfort and he feels better whenever he’s in your arms

And when he snaps at you once you’re home you know he doesn’t mean it and is just frustrated so you give him some time alone no matter how much you want to go and be there for him 🥺 knowing he’s hurting when you can’t do anything about it is horrible but you know that he’ll come back to you when he’s ready and he eventually does, finding you down stairs with Lewis who leaves not long after to give you and Mason some space and you spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa, talking about what comes next and reassuring him that you’ll be there every step of the way no matter how long the recovery takes

[rafescoke]

Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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crash landing — harry potter

pairing: harry potter x female!reader

request: Wow, just wow. Your blog is absolutely phenomenal 😍 Can i request Harry Potter x reader where he accidentally injures the reader who isn't even playing quidditch and smth happens? Thank you 💓💓💓

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

Harry isn't the brightest wizard of his age. He's not especially favored by any of his teachers, nor is he known for being a social butterfly—and he's not exactly one to strictly abide by the rules, either. But what Harry has established so far five years into his time at Hogwarts is this: he's good at Quidditch.

Scratch that, he's bloody great at it. If he were to brag about one thing (which he wouldn't, necessarily, but would if he needed to), it wouldn't be the fact that he survived a killing curse from one of the most powerful darkest wizards in history, nor that quite literally everyone in the wizarding world knows his name, but that he's a damn good Seeker. The youngest in a century.

He's been playing the team for five years now, so if there is one thing that is engrained into his mind, it's this:

When he sees a snitch, he catches it.

So when Harry hovers above the pitch during Quidditch practice and catches a glimpse of a winged golden ball fluttering just to the right of his peripheral vision, he doesn't hesitate. Just swerves around on his broom and makes a bee-line straight for the snitch.

Harry zooms towards the tiny ball, hand already outstretched, gaze fixed entirely on it, not even pausing to register the fact that it's hovering above the head of someone sitting in the stands—

His eyes widen, darting from the snitch to the Slytherin girl sitting just underneath it, whose eyes are wide in terror.

Harry's better judgment wins, in the end, but it's far too late; even as he tries to pull his broomstick to the left, he fails. Miserably.

Harry crashes into the stands—into the girl, sending both of them flying into the benches. Harry's head smacks against something hard: one of the seats. Miraculously, he manages to hang onto his broom, but it's at the cost of whoever unfortunate soul he'd crashed into, because he hears the undeniable smack and the resounding "ow!" that follows the broom's bristles hitting someone's face.

One moment Harry's day is going perfectly well, and the next he is half-laying on the benches of the Quidditch stands, dazed, a mere foot away from the Slytherin girl who had landed on the floor next to him, clutching her head in pain.

Harry blinks, groaning as he pushes himself up slowly.

The girl is muttering curses under her breath; she meets Harry's gaze as soon as it lands on her and shoots him a scathing look. "Bloody fantastic. Really," she says, voice dripping with harsh sarcasm as she massages her head. "Yes, of course, just barrel into a harmless spectator minding her own business. Really good job."

Harry starts to blubber out a string of apologies, but then Wood yells, "Harry!" from where he's hovering next to the goalposts. "Are you alright?"

Harry swallows, looking away from the girl. "Yeah, I'm okay, just—just give me a second!"

"I'm not," the Slytherin grumbles. "I've been concussed."

Harry's first instinct is to flush red. "I'm really sorry, I just—saw the snitch and went for it, I suppose, I'm really s—"

"Help me up first, why don't you?" replies the girl, still obviously irked as she looks up at him.

Harry stands up quickly despite his suddenly sore limbs groaning in protest. He sticks his hand out to the girl, who takes it in her own and lets him pull her up so that she can sit down on one of the benches.

"I'm really sorry," says Harry again. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital wing?"

Scrunching her nose, she looks up at Harry.

Harry realizes that this is definitely not the time to be thinking such things, but bloody hell, she is pretty.

She stares at him expectantly, still scowling a little, brows raised as though waiting for a response. Harry clears his throat and wills himself to stop thinking about things that don't need to be thought of (or at least not right now—he has a feeling that a face like hers, albeit one that's glaring daggers at him, won't leave his head anytime soon).

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he says, swallowing.

She huffs. "S'pose I'm not the only one who hit their head," she mutters. Bluntly, she repeats, "I asked if you were alright."

At this, Harry's brows jump up in surprise. It's an interesting thing to hear, and not just because she's a Slytherin; she doesn't exactly look like the friendly type.

"Er," he stammers out, a little confused but not entirely against her unexpected concern. "Uh, yeah. I'm doing.. doing peachy."

Out of all the things he could've said. Peachy.

Harry doesn't know if he's imagining it—if he has hit his head and this is the result of a concussion—but it almost looks as if the corner of her lips tugs up into a slight smile.

It disappears quickly, that faint hint of an amused smile, but Harry swears it was there—or was it?

She sighs, dropping the hand that's massaging her head back to her side. "Well, go ahead and get back in the game," she says, tone losing some of its scorn but not all of it. "Wouldn't want you missing out on practice, do we?" She side-eyes him. (Harry ignores the way his heart skips a half-beat.) "Best seeker of the decade and all."

Harry stands there a little awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he looks to her and to the broomstick lying at his feet. "Are you sure you don't need me to take you to the hospital wing?" he asks hesitantly, wondering if he should pick up his broom and fly away, save himself from further embarrassment.

But it doesn't feel right. So even as she glares at him and mutters, "I'll survive a smack to the head", Harry doesn't leave. Instead, scuffling his shoes against the ground, he looks at the rest of his teammates, who continue practicing without him, and then back to the girl.

And maybe it's because of how breathtakingly beautiful she is (under normal circumstances, Harry would say pretty, but that word isn't quite enough to capture how she looks)—but Harry clears his throat and gestures with his hands to nothing in particular, then decides to say, "Can I make it up to you?"

She stiffens just the slightest bit in surprise. Harry's sweaty palms form fists as he tucks them behind his back. "I mean," he begins quickly, just to fill in the silence, "I just. I feel bad—and I don't want to, you know, go around flying around the pitch while you sit here nursing a headache. Doesn't sit right with me, you know?"

The girl purses her lips before turning her head to look up at him. Harry finds himself looking away. Out of all the bloody people he could've flown into, it just had to be the prettiest one.

"Make it up to me with what, exactly?" she asks, flicking her brows up at him.

Harry shifts on his feet. "There's a Hogsmeade trip coming up this weekend," he says. "I could—we could—I'd love to buy you a butterbeer." He pauses, then adds, "Or something."

She stares at him, eyes narrowed just the slightest bit, and then—no, that's definitely a smile. Harry's sure of it. (Unless he hit his head far harder than he thought he did.)

His heart stammers inside his chest as she tilts her head to the side and shrugs. "Suppose it wouldn't hurt as much as a broomstick to the head, would it?"

Harry breaks out into a grin, but then realizes that it probably isn't a good idea to be smiling at the mention of her being hit on the head, so he quickly stops and says, not for the first time that day, "I'm really, really sorry. The snitch was right next to you and—"

"You said bugger all about safety and went straight for it," she finishes, but this time she doesn't sound quite as exasperated as she did before. She doesn't sound very happy, either, but still—Harry allows himself to breathe properly.

"Sorry," he says bashfully.

"It's fine," the girl says, and this time she sounds like she means it. "If I end up fainting in the hallway either today or tomorrow, you'll be the first to know. And then you can start feeling bad."

Harry just barely manages to stop himself from grinning again. Even then, his lips tug up at the edges against his will. "So.. um," he leans down to pick up his broomstick. "I'll meet you at the Great Hall this.. um.. Saturday?"

She eyes him somewhat curiously, lips still pressed together into that almost-smile. "Is this a regular thing?" she asks. "Crashing into girls and asking them to dates?"

Harry's eyes widen. He shakes his head quickly. "No. No way. I wouldn't risk y—"

"Only joking," she cuts him off, and does something that has Harry's heart turning into pure mush inside his chest: she laughs. Harry pauses, relaxing, and wonders if he could somehow go all the way to the Muggle village near Hogwarts, find himself a tape recorder, dash back here, and ask her to laugh again so that he could record it and listen to it over and over.

"You should probably—" she gestures to his broom, then to the pitch. "I don't think your captain would take well to you talking to a girl instead of practicing."

"He'd understand," says Harry, grip tightening on his broomstick. "I mean, especially if it's a pretty girl, but. Er. Yeah." He burns bright red at his own words, scratching the back of his neck and looking away, but not before spotting the smile on her face. "I'll get going now."

"Try not to crash into me again. If you do I'm going to start thinking you're doing it on purpose." She sweeps her arm out in a welcoming gesture, inclining her head as though curtsying. "Fly free, Harry Potter."

Harry swings his legs over his broomstick and kicks up into the air, back into the pitch, and then zooms away.

"About time, Harry!" yells Wood.

But two minutes later, he's whizzing back towards the Slytherin girl, although not as fast as before. This time he means to.

"I didn't catch your name," he says, hovering in mid-air in front of her.

She shakes her head as though in disbelief, then says, loudly, "It's [Y/N]."

"[Y/N]," Harry repeats, grinning. "Has a nice ring to it."

And then he flies away, before Wood kicks him off the team.

[jesswritesthat]

hellooo can i request smth w nishinoya please 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 so he meets y/n in the park bc shes tryna learn how to skateboard for the first time and he sees her fall and is like OMGKDKSKSK ARE U OKAY (she is, she was wearing knee pads and shit) anyways so they become friends and hang out and then start dating and NOBODY on the team believes noya bagged a cutie bc she’s super smart and studious but she’s lowkey so chaotic and loves trying new things (hence her new years resolution to learn to skateboard am i basing this off me you’ll never know) and she’s always dragging him out to new places in miyagi, maybe they even catch trains to tokyo and stuff omg ANYWAYS she goes to another school but noya and tanaka have exams soon and noya’s like “my gf is super smart!! and organized! she’ll help!!!) and they acc meet her there and she’s super friendly and cracks jokes so noya and tanaka are like “this will be a BREEZE” but she does NOT fuck around w school so she flips a switch like “how do you NOT have a schedule for your exams??? omg how do you keep organized??” tanaka and noya: “👀👁👁 we don’t,,,” and she won’t slack off w noya just bc they’re dating KFKSKSKS. bonus points if she has a notion account bc i’m obsessed w organizing everything in my life w mine, it’s acc an issue. ofc no pressure bc this is SUPER long, headcannons or drabble is all up to you babes!! ❤️

A/N: Omgggg yes! I freaking love Nishinoya, this is a cute request I’m loving it. I hope your skateboarding is going well and OH WOW I wish I could be as organised as you. Gifted anon.

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Meeting and Studying with Nishinoya Yū Headcanons:

• Resolutions. This was it, you were going to stick to this one. Hence why you warily balanced on a skateboard about to plummet to your doom - it'll be fine...

• Until your board went scuttling across the pavement leaving you in it's dust, with no intention of returning, much to your aggravation.

"WOAH ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE YOU HURT - THAT WAS A TRIP AND A HALF! A-" It was probably the loudest voice you'd heard, with a blonde tuff hovering over you in seconds.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, please calm down!"

• With an apologetical smile, the boy pulled you to your feet, introducing himself as Nishinoya Yū. A contrastingly shyer tone than that previously, including the heat rising on his features.

"Sorry, I saw you fly and panicked, then I actually saw you and..."

"And...?" You parroted, brushing yourself and kneepads off with a lazy smile.

"And I thought you seemed nice, can't have a nice person getting hurt, right?"

• Now you’ve actually met, you start noticing each other a lot more since he trains on the court near the skatepark. Nishinoya will offer a greeting or wave as he passes, not being brave enough to imitate conversation yet but you both work up to that.

• Eventually you meet up after you’ve finished skateboarding and Volleyball respectively, or assist the other in their independent practices once you grow comfortable. He’ll hold you to balance on the board, in return you throw balls for him to receive/dig.

• The sparks of romantic connection are there and soon your hangouts begin to mirror dates, just without the classification. You’ll do things outside of the park, like getting food or venturing to some cool place one of you had heard of.

• It's an adventure everyday with him, you were known to explore the streets of Miyagi - you'd found all of the skateparks, dropped into Ukais' store every so often much to his 'annoyance' and even got yourselves train passes.

• His team honestly do not believe him, even if the lovestruck grin he wears whenever he speaks of you is eerily convincing.

Asahi give him the benefit of the doubt, hence why he and Tanaka are the first to see a picture of you. Hinata also trusts in his Senpai, and Ukai begrudgingly confirms your existence having met you.

• Ōsaka? Been there. Yokohama? The dock has an amazing view. Tokyo? Some of the best Cafés in Japan. You could tell he had a sense of adventure, and you doubted Japan would keep him for long.

• It wasn't unusual for Nishinoya to come in with weird snacks or mementos for the team.

"Eh? Noya, where'd you get this?" Tanaka questions his bright friend, the item foreign of Miyagi garnering his attention.

"(Y/n) and I went to Tokyo the other day!"

"Without me?!" It seems you had a self-proclaimed Third Wheel™ on your hands now. You didn’t mind, his friends were pretty amazing.

• They first properly hear/met you when Karasuno are planning for exams, and Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kageyama and Hinata are the main concerns due their lack of academic prowess - Noya is a sparkling ray of sunshine though.

"We got this Ryuu! My partner is super smart, and can help us study!"

"Have I ever told you how glad I am that you met (Y/n)?"

• Nishinoya calls you in the midst of chaos, voice all too happy to hear yours with the echoes of Karasuno muttering greeting in the background.

"Hey gorgeous! Think you could help Tanaka and I study? I'll buy your favourite foods as a thank you!"

"Yeah, it'll be useful for me too."

"(Y/N)-CHAN SAID YES!"

An array of cheers swarmed the phone causing you to wince, it's not like you were getting married but clearly the grades of these two were a problem.

• Nevertheless, the pair rocked up to your house with more snacks than study material - a twitch of your eye sent to them in disbelief. It only gets worse when you set up and ask about their preparations.

• "You... you don't have an exam schedule?"

"Nope~" They're far to gleeful about it and it's setting you on edge, honestly your heart is spasming at how uncoordinated they are. With no worries about it.

"Then how do you stay organised?"

A moment of silence passes, the two noting the pensive shift in atmosphere and meet your unnerved gaze with blank stares.

"...We don't...?"

.

.

.

• The slam of your head hitting the desk made them jump, a pained groan escaping as you took a much needed deep breath. This is gonna be tough.

• Nishinoya is quick-thinking, so he innocently leans in to kiss you as a distraction and a reward once you get on with the study session. Only, you whip out of the way so fast, the boy nearly face-plants the floor.

"(Y-y/n)?! What the heck was that for?" He’s pouting at you, puppy eyes sent your way as he catches himself whilst you simply sigh.

"No kisses until we're done studying."

"None? Like at all?! How am I gonna survive?"

"HAHA you got rejected SO HARD!" Tanakas laughter echoes around the room, the Spikers hand slapping your table in amusement.

"I don't recall you finishing your page either Tanaka-san." An expectant brow is raised his direction, a quick awkward cough sputtering from him with Nishinoya issuing a subtle smug smirk.

"...no, I'm - uh, I'm doing it..."

• You’ve set them up Notion accounts to keep themselves in check whilst you’re not around because honestly, you lacked the trust they’d do it themselves. They’re grateful though, hence the array of snacks/flowers (and screenshots of their revision) you received.

• Boys ACE their exams and come bombing into you after school thanking you and praising your organisation skills like a shrine. Then Yū catches you off guard with an excited kiss to your lips.

"You owe me~"

Yeah he's kinda right, and how could you deny?

• The whole Volleyball team is apparently really proud. Daichi politely requests if you could help Hinata and Kageyama too - but Yū swoops in promising to spare them. Or keep you to himself. It’s undecided...

• Either way, he’s all too glad to treat you to a trip to Tokyo - having found this cool Cat Café or skatepark online, the choice is yours. It’s his personal way of saying thank you for just being you.

Of course, Tanaka saw one of the pictures you posted and proceeded to text.

[ Without me?! 😫]

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[tendertokyo]

My take on NCT at Hogwarts

what is it with me and being active on this god forsaken app all of a sudden... anyways, i know that we've thrown jk rowling in the garbage but listen i can't just throw away my whole childhood for one stupid rich white cis woman. also i have no idea what's going on with the neos but when do i ever? alright here we go

taeil: he's giving me frustrated hufflepuff, like he really wished to be in gryffindoor but it didn't work out. think he'd be a halfblood and have a pet toad. likes to visit hagrid for tea sometimes. simps over some bad bitch in slytherin, really thinks she's into him too, everyone tells him she's way out of his league. broke his wand twice already trying to open a can of sardines

taeyong: also strong hufflepuff energy. he's the keeper and captain of their quidditch team and a prefect too, picked purely cause he's good with kids. walks around without his scarf in the cold winter because he wrapped it around ten's neck one morning and nagged on him for not taking care of his health properly, never got the scarf back and doesn't mind. i feel like snape would intimidate the crap out of him, like he would not be able to stay calm during his classes rip. he'd be adored by all the other teachers though, especially flitwick who believes he's really gifted in charms

johnny: a gryffindoor pureblood and keeper and captain of the quidditch team. always the one who tries to talk things out with mcgonnagall when they pull some stupid shit and get caught, never successful. has the marauders map and likes to throw underground raves in hidden rooms and tunnels. buddies with peeves and the house elves. buddies with everyone actually. and regardless of liking him like that or not, every girl in school has fantasized of fucking him in the quidditch locker room showers ooooop-

yuta: omg the heartbreaker of the school. a halfblood slytherin prefect and beater. snape's favourite student, like he gets whatever he wants from that man without trying. everyone is lowkey into him cause of his hot and mysterious vibe and there are so many rumours about his sex life circulating around, but no one actually knows if he's seeing someone. people also speculate he's a metamorphmagus but no lol he just dies his hair a lot. has a pet cat who's mean to everyone except him and mark. likes to explore the forbidden forest cause he's a weirdo

doyoung: a ravenclaw pureblood who hates quidditch, only shows up for taeyong's matches and nags him afterwards if hufflepuff loses. he's the headboy and happily uses his title to threaten haechan. hates divination with a passion and idolizes mcgonnagal, as he should. knows everyone's bussiness in the whole damn castle, never starts drama but almost always ends it. used to tutor some younger students but they quickly realised he's a mini mcgonnagall and zoomed straight outta there. snape lowkey wishes he was in slytherin but don't tell anyone

kun: gryffindoor headboy, probably the calmest person in that entire house and the only one who can kinda control the chaos. if yangyang or hendery annoy him too much he'll give them the wrong password on purpose, mcgonnagal has this unspoken respect for him for that reason. feels really bad for the house elves and wants to help them as much as he can. known as the dad or daddy of gryffindoor, depending on who you ask hehehehe

ten: the artsiest ravenclaw but fucking terrible at riddles, so he's always stuck at the door unless someone let's him inside lmao. is super into divination but purely for the aesthetic. never wears his uniform properly, always wears taeyong's scarf and lots of witchy jewelry. started a dance club in the room of requirement, loves hogwarts halloween with his whole heart. set a classroom on fire once and managed to sneak away undetected. always hooks up with someone at johnny's parties

jaehyun: the fucking fratboy of gryffindoor. he's a halfblood and a chaser on the quidditch team. left so many girls on read oh my god. sneaks alcohol and weed into school, coorganizes parties with johnny, yuta and mark. people think he's this hot bad boy or some shit, lol no bitch he's a dumbass don't waste your energy on a doofus like him, have you heard his laugh he sounds like a 45 year old man. mcgonnagall doesn't trust him at all, always looks at him with shifty eyes. the fat lady flirts with him everytime he approaches the commonroom door

winwin: on the snobby pureblood side of slytherin, like he gives off really judgy vibes. is in ten's dance club, there's a rumor going around that he's an animagus 'cause he moves gracefully like a cat or smth, but he isn't he's just really talented. spends most of his time in the owlery petting birds. the bloody baron freaks him out, most of the ghosts do. tried to be a big brother figure to renjun and chenle but they bullied his ass like crazy so he dropped them like hot potatoes

jungwoo: the most confident gryffindoor y'all. he's a muggleborn and a chaser. has the cutest pet owl, is really into care of magical creatures. snape hates him because he's too "sunny" of a person. wild at parties but looks fine in the morning somehow. the biggest flirt you'll ever meet and has so many bitches wrapped around his little finger lol, there's a rumor going around that he's real beast in bed. awesome at dueling, uses his cute airhead shtick to apsolutely destroy people. can you tell i love his pisces ass?

lucas: a hufflepuff halfblood and beater. wannabe fuckboy but can't because he cares too much lol, those muscles are made of feelings dawg. hits on every girl he sees and is almost always successful 'cause we're weak for cute and sweet himbos. is the biggest show off on the quidditch field and has his own fan club. really into care for magical creatures, like literally wants to befriend every single one of them, hagrid has to pull his ass away from them before he gets hurt rip

mark: a gryffindoor prodigy, a muggleborn and a chaser. the most stressed prefect you've ever seen. mcgonnagall has a soft spot for him and everyone knows it. snape dislikes him but respects him because he's fucking brilliant at potions. a lot of people like him and are into him but he doesn't know how to respond to them lol socially awkward king. plans parties with johnny yuta jaehyun and ten, is always roped into the dreamies schemes against his will. no one can fucking tell if him and haechan are on good terms cause they're at each other's throats all the time, but slobber all over each other like crazy when they get drunk

xiaojun: the most emotional ravenclaw. a halfblood and a prefect. he dated a girl for a long time and she broke his heart, moped about it in the prefect's bathroom for ages. lowkey believes she cheated on him with yuta but isn't sure, is extra weary around him though. says he's done with love but then simps over a new girl every two weeks smh. no one understands how he's such good friends with hendery and yangyang, like the combination of the two of them is a recipe for disaster. whenever they rope him into their bullshit, he always manages to drop their asses in the perfect time and doesn't get caught. many portaits are jealous of him 'cause he has better bone structure then them lol

hendery: the best definition of a gryffindoor. comes from a rich pureblood family, is a beater on the quidditch team. he's the life of the party, man. out of all the students he hates, he is the one snape hates the MOST and he's so proud of that. a really fast runner so he never ends up in detention 'cause it's just too hard to catch him. buddies with the ghosts and hagrid. tries really hard to impress girls, it only works half of the time when he's not being too intense

yangyang: also a gryffindoor pureblood, tried out for the chaser position but didn't make it, is still bitter about it. has a really fucked up owl that always messes up his letters. constantly in detention, like he's cleaned that entire castle by himself 43 times already. also in ten's dance club, also really good at dueling when he actually tries. really into muggle culture, explores it in his free time and shows everyone cool, new music he found all the time. gives kun daily headaches cause he's way too energetic in the morning

shotaro: imma say he's a hufflepuff but don't quote me on that cause i don't know him that well. he seems like he'd have lots of friends though and would be in ten's dance club

sungchan: don't know him well either so i'll just say gryffindoor??

renjun: i'm torn between ravenclaw and slytherin, gonna go with slytherin for him. he's a halfblood and a prefect, also uses his title to threaten haechan. loves defence against the dark arts anď herbology, might become a healer someday. gets tricked by the moving staircases all the fucking time, ends up at madam pomfrey's way more than he likes to admit. likes the slytherin aesthetic but can't stand the evil stereotypes. most people think him and chenle are brothers, wants to strangle chenle when he plays into it. once told the bloody baron to fuck off, no one dares get on his bad side since that day

jeno: pureblood hufflepuff prefect and a chaser. he's the cute, athletic guy everyone has a crush on. is on snape's good side 'cause he likes cleaning up his brewing station after finishing the task the lession is about. is the best flyer in the entire school and has the best chance of getting scouted in the future, everyone knows it but if you mention it to him he blushes like crazy. i feel like he's been in many fwb situations but they all ended well because he's a gentleman

haechan: a slytherin through and through. halfblood and seeker on the quidditch team. thought he was gonna be prefect and was hella pissed he wasn't chosen, i mean hello you're a snake who would want to give a snake authority goddamn it. also always complains during quidditch matches, calls everything a foul just 'cause he wants to win. puts up this persona of the mischevious slytherin boy but it falls flat on it's ass because he's peeves's favourite target

jaemin: a muggleborn hufflepuff, because of that reason he's sworn to himself he'll take care of jisung like a mother. a chaser on the quidditch team. such a sweetheart my gosh, like that dude is always so happy, unless he hasn't drunk his 6 cups of coffee. speaking of, mcgonnagall and pomfrey worry for his health like crazy but won't admit it. excells at care for magical creatures and charms, horrible at ancient runes like he didn't think there'd be so much math involved. girls are also crazy into him but he's such an introvert, the thought of someone wanting to be around him so much scares him. still flirts with everything that breathes lol

chenle: a slytherin and a pureblood, from one of those rich old families. because of that people expect him to be a lil brat, turns out to be the coolest guy you'll ever meet. he's friends with everyone regardless of house, a chaser on the quidditch team, known as the one who scores the most points in a game. he's great at defence against the dark arts and transfiguration, is thinking about becoming an auror 'cause that dude fears nothing i'm telling you. was made a prefect instead of haechan, rubs it in his face like crazy, but ultimately just let's people get away with stupid shit like "haha nice one, respect". memorized all the secret passageways of the castle in his head, helps johnny, mark, ten and jaehyun with their parties. pisses off filch like no other, was in detention all the time with yangyang until they realised how terrible it is when the two of them are in close contact lol so he gets let off the hook all the time. also fucking flirts with everything that breathes, the biggest fucking tease like you never know what he means smh

jisung: jaemin's muggleborn hufflepuff son, though most people are surprised he isn't in gryffindoor 'cause god the reckless shit that boy pulls... always late to breakfast with his uniforn all messy. people think he's very innocent but like his bestfriend is chenle, so how pure could he be. he's a seeker on the quidditch team, goes extra hard during hufflepuff-slytherin matches 'cause he wants to knock haechan off his high horse. blushes like crazy whenever he sees a cute girl which only gives chenle more reason to tease him 'cause he's a lil bitch like that. is the star of ten's dance club but has tripped and fallen down multiple flights of stairs, this kid's a walking paradox

to conclude:

gryffindoor: johnny, kun, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, hendery, yangyang, sungchan

hufflepuff: taeil, taeyong, lucas, jeno, jaemin, shotaro, jisung

ravenclaw: doyoung, ten, xiaojun

slytherin: yuta, winwin, renjun, haechan, chenle

[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup 

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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tomorrow (forever) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: it's only after two of your best friends get married that you and jungkook realize maybe marriage isn't that bad of an idea at all.

words: 2.3k

genre: established relationship!au, fluff, jungkook is just! a fool in love!!

a/n: I just love him ok!!! wanna kiss his nose!!!! and i took way too long to actually finish smth for the bingo. sdjksdgkj. ty for reading

The thing is, you predicted this marriage not too long ago. Or maybe it wasn't long ago at all.

It's one thing to be there when Hoseok and Yoongi are stupidly, densely in love with each other, with exchanging looks and lingering touches and letting them cry on your shoulder because they were in love with their best friend and didn't know what that meant.

It's another thing entirely, though, to be nursing a glass of wine offered to you in a tray and a well dressed waiter, poking at the decidedly uncomfortable dress digging into your side, watching the couples dance and the group of middle aged uncles cheer and the unwilling children skirt around their mother's dresses as they urge them to say hello.

You think you're tired but the buzzing in your ears tells you you're not. Hoseok keeps going around showing off his ring finger and Yoongi keeps kissing his knuckles and Jimin won't stop crying from even before the vows were said and it's all very dramatic and emotional and you can't stop smiling.

Jungkook's probably off somewhere to both charm and gain the favor of unsuspecting grannies, and when you strain your eyes to look sure enough, an older woman with too many rings and kind eyes is leading your boyfriend to a table of fruit slices and punch, probably saying something like eat, eat, you're too skinny, even though he probably has more muscle than actual flesh. You've seen this situation before.

The granny in question is shoving an entire cornucopia in his hands and watching expectantly, and you think you can pinpoint the moment he spots you watching him, eyes lighting up and his smile widening and this little bounce in his step he does when he's excited and can't quite hold it all in. You're so fond you don't think you can hold it all in, either.

He's hurriedly setting down the fruits and bowing respectfully at the granny before rushing towards you, first a walk then a jog then too-long strides that isn't quite considered a run and make him look so ridiculous you can't help but laugh. He's laughing when he reaches you, too.

Jungkook gently takes a hold of your hand, and you set down your glass of wine so he can take hold of the other, swings them around lightly,

"Y/n, hello, hello," he says, grins, clears his throat so he can push down some of the fondness leaking through his tone before finding that he doesn't need to and saying, "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

(Which is-- a ridiculous thing to say, really, because-- he's the one who drove you two here, and the first thing he said when he saw you was a mumbled wow and he's complimented you, like, three more times since then, and it's-- a lot. You just love him a lot.)

You pretend to think, hum lowly and say, "Huh, I can't recall. Might want to say it again."

Jungkook grins, never stopped, gently pulls you up, up, mumbles against your forehead, "Well, let me be the first to tell you that you look stunning."

You adjust his tie slightly, brush off his tux, grin something goofy and lopsided. "You look quite dashing yourself, mister Jeon. Very smart."

His hair is a bit disheveled, not quite as put together as it was when he first arrived, and when you squint you think there's a weird stain on his dark suit that's barely visible but still very much there that you're sure he, himself, has no idea of its origins. His eyes are a little wild and he's probably a bit tipsy. He's the prettiest man you've ever seen.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums something teasing, grins teasingly, too, "Will I look more smart if I start doing math problems here and now? Will it arouse you?"

You slap lightly at his chest as he laughs, "Shut up, nerd," you say but it doesn't come out nearly as menacing as you wanted it to. "Did you drink already?"

"Duh. Everyone did." As if on cue, Seokjin waltzes by in all his pink suited glory, hugging a wine bottle to his chest and whining to a nearby uncle about the extreme lack of kitchen utensils in the establishment. Someone should probably go control him.

"Where's Namjoon at a time like this?" You say, seconds before your eyes widen and you continue with a low, "Don't tell me he's drunk? Oh no. Drunk Namjoon is not a good Namjoon."

Jungkook winces, too, probably also recalling that one time Namjoon got drunk, barfed his guts out on a nearby tree, then started aggressively speaking spanish to it, in that order. You didn't know Namjoon knew spanish. Namjoon didn't know he knew spanish.

"It's.. not a good time." Is all Jungkook says.

You're both still standing in a corner by the bar, wrapped up and spewing nonsense to each other, and you think there's something you could say here, something to fill the silence, but this is nice, too. Like there's no need to fill it at all.

He's just started swaying you both to the music completely out of rhythm, something a bit slower than the upbeat song probably chosen by Hoseok, when the song abruptly cuts off, Taehyung tap, tap, tapping at the mic, someone that you think is the dj distantly yelling complaints.

"Alright, time for our dear friend Yoongi to throw the bouquet! Whoever's interested can line up, come, come, come!"

When you look over Jungkook's shoulder you see a very blushy, very displeased Yoongi and a very delighted Hoseok nudging him forward, the shorter man clutching at the blue and white flowers in his hands. Seokjin is cackling hysterically.

"Y/n-ah!" Jungkook gasps, swinging your arms around like a madman, "I wanna catch the bouquet!"

You snort, because of course he does, "Isn't that a lady thing?"

He scoffs, "That's dumb. Since when do I adhere to social norms." He's bouncing in place again, glancing from you to the dance floor and back, where a small group of women have gathered. You laugh.

"Go, go, I'll watch from here," You say and he sprints, and you watch with a laugh because--really, he stands out like a sore thumb, the tallest of them all, a black tux amidst a sea of colorful dresses. Yoongi's standing on a small podium, his back facing them all, preparing to throw the bouquet, and you think you can see everyone holding their breath in anticipation.

The whole situation is so immensely endearing, a small congregation of women with their hands already in the air, Jungkook doing little hops despite being able to easily see over all their heads.

You're so wrapped up in your thoughts, with the idea of what you'll do when Jungkook comes back all pouty and empty handed, that you don't really process when it happens; Jungkook springing into the air, clutching the bouquet to his chest like a lifeline.

He turns, grins victoriously, waving his newly acquired bouquet in the air, says something along the lines of look, look, Y/n-ah, look, I caught it, I caught the bouquet, but your brain just kind of-- short circuits.

Like yes, maybe it's just a bouquet, just a silly tradition for people to think they're meant to get married next, but that's exactly it. Jungkook caught the bouquet. That means he's meant to get married next.

By the time Jungkook reaches you, the thought marriage marriage marriage has kind of already wrapped itself around your head, echoing mercilessly. What if this were your wedding? Would you cry during your vows, like Jungkook most definitely will? What if you two were the ones to decorate the venue, to argue over its color scheme, to taste test wedding cakes until Jungkook tastes sweet sweet sweet. If every time you held hands you'd feel the smooth line of a ring, if you could look down at your ring finger and remember how much you love, love, love.

Jungkook's still looking at you expectantly when you come to.

"Um." You blink. "Congrats."

"See? I told you I could do it." He runs a finger over the petals, brows furrowed, mumbles a low what kind of flower is this, inspecting them seriously, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. And you feel kind of-- overwhelmed, maybe, of this boy, this beautiful boy, and wonder if maybe he feels the same way, maybe he'll want to spend forever with you, too.

Jungkook's still talking when you snap out of it, "...And then I was like, I'm gonna do it, and then hyung was like, don't do it, and then I was like, why can't I do it, and then he said something about it not being a good idea? I was honestly shocked. When do I not have good ideas."

"Preposterous." You say, just to have something to say.

"Absolutely preposterous." He nod nod nods, and you wonder when you both started swaying, the song already something softer and slower.

"I'm gonna," you breathe, "Gonna get a drink, I think."

"Oh! Me too, me too. Let's go," He takes a hold of your hand, which is-- devastating, really. Here you are, trying to escape the thought of marrying your boyfriend with your boyfriend following you. Devastating.

You trail behind as he leads you back to the bar, keeps holding your hand while he orders for you both, tilts his head and says whaddya want, baby? And it's, just. Devastating.

You feel a bit like how you did in your first date, just toeing over the line between friends and lovers, wondering what to do next. Feel a bit lost but not quite, feel comfortable where you are, but at the same time kind of want to be introduced as Jungkook's spouse. And kiss Jungkook's ring. And--

"Hey," Jungkook breathes into your ear, laughs when you jump, "What're you thinking so intently about?"

"About how to get you to never do that again." You stick your tongue out at him. He does the same.

"C'mon, c'mon, tell me," he says, giggling sporadically, shuffles his chair closer to yours. He looks like he wants to keep going but his eyes widen suddenly, something like the beginning of a bad idea in the glint in his eyes, "Hey, hey, I just had an idea."

"Yeah?" You grin, wave the bartender over when you see him with your drinks.

Except when he's about to set your drink down, Jungkook leans in close and--"Let's elope," and you, one: flail your arms, two: choke a little, and three: knock over your drink.

Jungkook's too busy laughing to both acknowledge and explain himself, so you're left to profusely apologize to the very confused bartender and aggressively wipe napkins over the counter. It's a mess.

"Jungkook!" You hiss once the bartender goes away, "You can't just-- why!"

"Because it's fun," he giggles, cheeks tinted rosy gold.

"What just happened?" A voice says suddenly overhead, and when you turn you see an equally confused Hoseok rightfully worried over what's going on at his wedding. This is probably the first time you've seen him away from Yoongi the whole night.

"Y/n just spilled her drink." Jungkook tattles immediately.

"I did not-"

"It just flew everywhere, all over the place. There was an avalanche of it. People were swimming in it, slipping in it, they're considering calling for a nationwide rationing of wine just to make up for—"

"Shut up, I hate you," he grins, and what you say is rendered ineffective when you let your boyfriend pull you close to kiss your temple.

Boyfriend. Because—you're not married. But maybe that's not the worst thing in the world, suddenly.

It's a few hours later, the venue growing more spacious, more empty, when you bring it up again-- Jungkook already beside you, tracing a nonsensical pattern over the back of your hand. You don't think he realizes what he's doing. The thought makes you so endlessly fond.

"Guk?" You mumble. He hums in question, head tilting to give you his full attention.

"Wha'sit, baby?" He drawls.

You breathe. There's some confetti stuck to his hair, and you laugh softly before plucking it out. He just grins and lets you, ducks his head before watching you through his lashes. You run a hand through his hair, then, the gel already having disintegrated into his skull or whatnot, fringe sticking to his forehead. He closes his eyes. Looks so pretty you might just burst.

You let in a breath. Let it out. Count to three. Say-- "That's where we're headed, right?"

It takes a second, then two. Jungkook opens his mouth, as if to say something, closes it. Looks around, and you think you can pinpoint when he realizes you're not talking about home, at least not in the literal sense.

He cracks a smile, lets out the softest laugh. "Oh, baby," he coos, kisses your knuckles once, twice, thrice, lets out the goofiest grin. "Of course, Y/n-ah, my baby. We're in this together, hm?"

(There's hints, later, too-- sometimes he'll be eating cereal and randomly say maybe yellow would be nice for our wedding, sometimes you'll walk past jewelry stores and he'll give you this soft little nudge of presence. Sometimes he'll stare a few seconds too long at your empty ring finger.

You wonder, wonder when he started saying when, when we get married, not if. Wonder when he started being so sure of it, this fiercely sure thing. Wonder when you started agreeing without much thought.

You're not engaged, not quite yet, but your heart kind of-- swells, when you think about it, that one day you will be, maybe not too far from now.

Tomorrow, though-- tomorrow. Right now, you're content as it is. You can figure out forever tomorrow.)

[yeocult]

ATEEZ as students studying

HONGJOONG:

king of self-care! but studies for 15 minutes then take a 2 hour break and calls it self-care (omg he thinks he’s me or smth)

has power naps every single day at least 30 mins because he’s Stressed

always thinking of ways to drop out during the middle of lectures

that one kid that talks to nobody & sits at the back of the class with his hood on to hide his airpods

doesn’t do it anymore bc one time it disconnected and “there’s some whores in this house” blasted out loud & now he’s paranoid

shows up to group studies but lets the group carry him,,, but he puts out One Really good idea to get his name on the paper

only cares about topics he’s interested in, other than that he’s just astral projecting

“yo can you send me your answers so i can compare mine?” but he copies it and says “we got the same answers” (all men do is lie</3)

calculates his marks; “ok so i need at least a 80 on this...oh wait no, a 95...damn okay...”

the type to arrives late with ice coffee

SEONGHWA:

wakes up at 5 am to study instead of staying up

scented candles and lofi music for the ~studying mood~

a linguistic learner

learns best by teaching others so he’ll do group studies often to help other people

teaches people without making them feel dumb

uses grammarly for his emails with 3 paragraphs asking 1 question with a proper greeting and a ‘sincerely, park seonghwa’

professor: ok - sent from iphone

you’ll never see him during exams week, he’s Gone

a loyal user of the outline method

his desk must be cleared at all times! a clean workspace makes it easier to focus

brings extra pencil just in case anyone needs them bc he’s the sweetest person ever (he’s fully aware that he’ll never get them back but it’s okay bc sharing is caring)

does his readings on time (you’ll never catch him slacking)

actually has his shit together for the most part 1/2

YUNHO:

writes “i love you” or “sorry” at the end of his tests (that he bombed)

the type to ask you to print “just one thing real quick” and it’s 15 page and at 2 am

uses emojis like :D & \(^o^)/ when sending emails to his professors

has a bad habit of copying word for word on the slide and he doesn’t actually understand/learn anything

goes to the library bc he thinks that’ll help him be in the ~studying vibe~

it doesn’t. ends up texting or watching youtube gameplay

has never heard of the colour-coding system in his entire life and ends up with a page filled with neon highlight

snacks breaks are the only thing keeping him Normal

leaves himself an encouraging note at the end of the reading page so when he’s finished he feels good !!

friends with all of the professors and uses all office hours

strongest points are his guessing skills in multiple-choice questions (process of elimination ftw!)

he tries his best, doesn’t care about marks that much because he knows it doesn’t determine him (and he’s right!)

YEOSANG:

probably runs a studyblr/gram

has the cutest note ever, his handwriting is so pretty!!

he thinks that buying an ipad pro & apple pencil will make him smarter

likes it bc he can doodle on it then erase them easily :”)

has to wear blue ray glasses because of how he looks at a screen so much

mildliners, muji 0.38 gel pen, 6 ring binder, minimal planner, washi tapes, you name it! he visits muji and daiso every other week

buys wayyy too many planners and notebooks which he never ends up using

only uses pastel mildliners because they’re easy on the eyes. cringes every time he sees yunho’s highlighters v_v

his flaw is that he spends 10 mins writing his header with brush tip pens

mutes the group project gc but gets his part done like the good classmate he is

sweats every time he gets an assignment back, takes a whole ten minute to mentally prepare himself

a visual learner; makes mind maps, flow charts, etc

actually has a working printer that he uses pretty often to prints lessons before class just to be Extra prepare

tells everyone he slept well but his bullet journal habit tracker for sleep says otherwise (plz rest!!)

exclusively uses college ruled paper like the sane person he is

SAN:

uses wide-ruled paper (unfortunately not everyone is perfect</3)

starts off very positive, motivated, and organized

then everything goes downhill by the second week

will definitely set byeol on top of his keyboard, take a picture, and send it to his professor as an ‘excuse’ as why he needs an extension (it works)

can’t sit still for any longer than 30 mins, his legs are always bouncing or fidgeting with pen

flashcard king! spends a lot of time on them but it’s worth it

a utensil chewer (always willing to share his pencil but when ppl saw the bite marks they’re like No Thanks >_>)

can’t study well with groups or himself bc he’ll be distracted,,, so he needs one person that can ground him bc when they’re in the zone, he will too be on his x game mode

sends his assignment at 11:58 pm hoping his professor will take the Hint (plz don’t be afraid to ask for help u_u)

prefers listening to ghibli studio soundtracks but then he either gets emotional or sleepy

sometimes forget to mute his mic and we just hear him groaning in frustration

“haha sorry i just stubbed my toe...”

then mutes his mic and goes back to his mental breakdown

MINGI:

the only person that studies every single day just to get his brain used to the information and running

probably listens to anime op or edm music for that Energy Boost

everyone either hates or love him because...

1. loves him bc he always comes clutched with study guides (and willing to share if he likes you enough)

2. he’s good at everything even if he’s not paying attention/doing it last minute

just naturally good at retaining information and applying them

asks Big Brain question that even the professors are shook

sometimes he gets super into the topic and wants to know Everything

“i’ve never failed an exam in my life” and he’s right! big brain mingi

fetal flaw is that he forgets easily (hence why the last minute) and has to write on his palm as a reminder

clicks his pens All the time so he switched to pens with caps just to keep others from jumping him

takes naps 10 mins before classes

actually has his shit together for the post part 2/2

“if no one got me, i know khan academy and quizlet got me. can i get an amen”

WOOYOUNG:

y’all know that one mf that doesn’t have a pencil?

yea he’s been using the same one someone lend to him before a test and never returned it

it’s been two months and it’s still working well and they’re never going to get it back

a minimalist,,,, but in a bad way</3 bc he carries his stolen pencil and paper that he spilled his energy drink over and that’s about it

just throw loose papers in his bag and forgets about their existence

doesn’t do binders or notebooks, just crumbled up paper

sometimes carries a textbook just to show everyone that he’s got his life together

really noisy for No reason, always wants to know other’s marks

a kinesthetic learner

hides his screen with he gets the kahoot questions wrong (you’ll never catch him slippin)

plays coolmathgames.com during class

doesn’t really know what to study/prioritize so he overwhelms himself with every single topic ever

thinks he’s god by pulling an all-nighter to look at the 60+ slides last minute

Swears he’ll change and do better next semester,,,</3

goes to the cafe, takes pictures of his notes & laptop, post it on his story, then leaves

JONGHO:

thrives off of red bull and ice americanos

gets notes and study guides from his upperclassmen because everyone loves jongho

an audio learner so he’ll probably work out or go on a jog while listening to lessons/audiobook

never pulls all-nighters bc it messes up his sleep schedule and says he’ll do it in the morning but he never does

doesn’t even own a highlighter, he’ll circle or underline stuff with a red or black pen

has never touched a textbook in his life

only the study guides and slides, his textbook is collecting dust rn

his notes are literally Only for him because his handwriting only makes sense to him

has questionable handwriting,,, it’s like decoding

multitasks a lot but it ends up taking a lot longer than he wanted to (bc it’s a myth)

very spontaneous; he’ll grind for 5 hours straight but sometimes he won’t even touch a pencil

works best when he talks about the work in groups and share information with each other, like having a convo about the topic

unmutes his mic Once after the lesson to say “bye”

does his work right after the lessons but then takes a short break & doesn’t even Look back for the rest of the night

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a/n: tag yourself ! i’m a bit of hohong (i projected myself on all of them in some way lmaooo)

[hobiiwan]

nightcap

pairing: poe dameron x reader

summary: you’re more capable of taking care of yourself than poe realises

 + prompt: “I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.” from this prompt list

warnings: SUPER brief allusions to unwanted advances if u squint

word count: 1k

notes: wanted to get smth out bc princess! x mando was getting me down :( alsO this is unedited, we die like men

When half the Resistance pours into the bar one evening, it’s no surprise there may be some unwanted contact. Still, after a hard-earned victory on a front the you’ve has been working to take back for months, a night off where you’re not being shot at sounds more than nice.

Sitting at the too-crowded bar, you’re pressed quite uncomfortably against the tacky wall and Karé, who’s been knocking back a jarring number of Tevraki whisky shots.

She excuses herself shortly, announcing her intention of heading to the ‘fresher and nearly toppling over the barstool.

Karé melts into the crowd, blending into the swarm of off-duty crew until you can only see tufts of her blonde hair weaving in and out.

With a grimace, you signal the bartender for Karé’s tab. It seems inevitable that you’ll be holding her hair back while she’s bent over her toilet— a tradition at this point.

As you wait for her return, you take to finishing the last of your drink as eyes roam over the celebrating establishment. People are dancing and the air is light; but there’s an underlying gravity laced— the bar isn’t nearly as packed as it used to be.

As you trace over the Squadrons all branched off into their own groups, your eyes lock onto one Commander and narrow immediately.

Your Commander. Poe Dameron, the one that’s always hounding you to fix that damn hyperdrive before you blow yourself into the next galaxy.

He’s got a hazy grin painted across his face, one that comes with just the right amount of Alderaanian ale. He tilts his head in greeting and you have half the mind to offer a small smile in return.

Poe laughs, and turns back to the conversation with Snap seated to his left. The next time he turns back, moments later, you’re swinging your fist directly into someone’s face.

Poe recognises the man to be Rik Corrend, Lieutenant of Jade Squadron. Not the most.... pleasant fellow.

Rik Corrend was a jackass. This was well-known amongst the Resistance, so it’s really no surprise that he’d get his ass handed to him one way or another. Poe’s just surprised it would be you doing the ass-handing.

The bar erupts in chaos, the protests of Jade Squadron barely rising past the rest cheering you on. You don’t fight when a hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you away from the bar, through the crowd and into the warm evening air.

You move pliantly, until you finally turn with a huff. “I’ve got to go back inside, Karé—” you start, already halfway through the threshold.

“—is with Snap,” Poe states firmly, slotting himself between the doors and your body, effectively blocking your path. “Let me walk you home, Sparky.”

You bristle at the nickname, but with one last glance over the commander’s shoulder, you’re turning on your heel and stalking off in the direction of the dormitories.

“Good on you for handing it to him,” he says with a huff, large strides catching up with ease, “but I gotta ask—”

“Asshat got handsy,” you grumble, arms crossing over your chest with indignation, “had it coming.”

Poe stiffens a fraction, just barely enough for you to notice, but you do, nevertheless. “Did he—”

“No.” You answer with finality, and Poe knows to drop the subject.

“You see how much Jess had? She’s going to regret that in the morning. Kid’s got a zero-eight-hundred patrol.” He digresses as the pair of you make your way through the dimmed streets.

The sun has long since set and the base, or anyone not out celebrating, has already retired for the night. It’s been a long day.

You fall in tandem with the commander, just as you normally do, the whole time til you’re outside your dorm. It’s all the way at the end of Black Squadron’s corridor, just down the hall from Poe’s, who insists he walks you back.

“You can literally watch me go in from there,” you laugh, fumbling for your key puck. The happenings at the bar are long forgotten as you watch Poe lean against the doorframe while you haphazardly struggle to enter.

“Stars,” you hiss, shaking out your wrist after all but giving up on retrieving the puck, “that really hurt.”

His hands move before he speaks, cradling your bruised knuckles in his larger palms. “I bet,” he hums as his thumb brushes against the slopes and valleys of your curled fist, “I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.”

You roll your eyes and move to pull your hand away, but Poe is faster and catches you by the wrist. “Don’t do that next time,” he speaks, barely above a whisper and you catch the worry in his eyes, “use your elbow, it’s stronger. Don’t want you getting hurt.”

Next time you wouldn’t just be punching him in the face. You start to tell him as much and only then do you realise the distance between you, or lack thereof. When did he get so close? Maker, when did you start liking it?

It takes everything in you not to flicker your gaze down to his lips. So perfect, and for what? Always pissing you off.

Poe seems to catch wind as the corner of his lips tilt up in a smug smirk. He gives your knuckles a gentle tap before nodding to your locked door with a tilt of the head.

“Fancy a nightcap, Sparky?”

Try with all your might, you can’t find it in yourself to hide how fast you get the door open this time.

[thatonecurlygirl]

if you're requests are open, could you do one with spencer where reader (bau!reader prefered) gets into a car accident or smth and spencers super worried and stuff (preferably post prison spencer if you've made it past that) ty your works great

“I think I am going to head out now. See you all tomorrow.” You announce, grabbing your bag and pulling it over your shoulder. “Don’t stay up here all night Spence.” You tap on his desk and smile as you walk past him.

“Be careful.” He smiles back, looking up from the files he is flipping through.

“Always.” You wave over your shoulder as you head to the elevator, unaware of the pair of eyes watching your every move, the way your hips sway, and how you stand tall.

Spencer quickly stands up, shoving his things in his bag and speed-walking to the elevator to catch up to you.

“Hey,” He smiles, I’m heading out too and thought I could walk you to your car, to make sure you make it safely.

“Oh yeah, I am going to be in so much danger in the parking lot full of FBI agent’s vehicles.” You giggle. “Thanks, Spencer, I appreciate it.” You gently bump his arm with your shoulder as the two of you step onto the elevator.

Ever since the incident in Mexico and being in prison, Spencer has been different. Prison changed him a lot, despite that he is still him, just more… cautious, more protective and maybe carrying a little more mental/emotional baggage.

“You’re reading a new book?” He asks, pointing to the book spine partially poking out of the top of your bag.

“Yeah, I’m still on the first chapter. I wish I could read as quickly as you.” You giggle as you pull it from your bag to show him the cover.

“That’s a good one, you’ll enjoy it.” He nods with a giant grin on his face. “Let me know what you think when you finish it.”

“I definitely will.” You smile as you carefully tuck it back into your bag as the elevator makes it into the parking garage allowing both of you off. “Your birthday is coming up, what do you want?”

“I don’t need anything, Y/N.” He shakes his head as his shoulders go up in a shrug.

“I didn’t ask if you needed anything. Although you may need a vacation.” You click the button to unlock your doors as he walks up to the car with you, opening your door.

“I don’t really like taking vacations by myself.” His expression turns dark for a moment before they brighten back up as he looks up at you.

“I’d take a vacation with you.” You say, quickly realizing that it may be a little awkward if you go on vacation, just the two of you.

“That may be fun!” He smiles brightly. “But, don’t worry about getting me anything for my birthday.”

“You can tell me that all you want, but I’m not listening. See you tomorrow!” You climb in the driver’s seat, waving at Spencer as you pull away.

He smiles and waves back, watching ups pull out of view before he heads over to his car. You are one of the newest additions to the team, brought in around the time that Morgan left the team. You and he got along almost instantaneously and you mesh well with the team dynamic. You are incredibly intuitive and came into the team as an apprentice to Rossi and temporary fill-in for Morgan, but once Spencer was sent to prison, you proved valuable and the team pushed to keep you.

Spencer is glad that they were able to keep you, he liked you… in more than a professional way. There was no way he was going to tell anyone about that though. He struck out miserably with JJ and all the other women he had liked.

“Shoot,” Spencer exclaims, realizing he left his phone back at his desk.

He quickly jumps out of his car, locking it as he goes running back up to his desk. The elevator ride was a quick one and as if sensing his approach, he was met at the elevator door by Garcia, hand held out to place the cell phone in his hand.

“Thanks, Garcia.” He smiles gratefully.

“I came out to talk to Prentiss and saw both you and Y/N gone. I figured you were too distracted and forgot your phone.” He raises her eyebrows.

He looks down at his feet, blush rising to his cheeks before thanking her again and jumping back on the elevator, riding it back down with Garcia. They are both quiet as she just called him out on what he assumed was not apparent, but if Penelope Garcia knows, everyone has to.

“It’s okay, she’s pretty oblivious.” Garcia pipes up. “For as good at profiling, as she is, you’d think the would know that you are completely smitten by her.”

“It’s that obvious?”

“Oh yeah,” She replies. “See you tomorrow Reid!” She walks in the opposite direction he is going to her car and he heads to his.

With a sigh, Spencer starts his car and heads out to his apartment. It’s dark outside and pretty late, they stayed late in order to finish up some paperwork and make sure all the loose ends from the previous case were all tied up.

He turns right, heading down his normal route home. A few blocks down, the street is lit up with red and blue lights, an ambulance speeds past so fast he can feel his car shake. As he gets closer, he sees three cars smashed like accordions. One car is halfway through a storefront window, another is up on the sidewalk, smoking with all the glass busted out. The last vehicle though, the once flipped is familiar. He panics.

Spencer quickly pulls his car off to the side and jumps out, running up to the scene and is stopped by an officer.

“Where is she?”

“Sorry sir, we can’t let you over here.” The officer state.

“I’m Dr. Reid with the BAU, the woman in that car is Agent Y/N.” Reid pulls out his badge. “Where is she? Is she okay?”

“You just missed her, they are taking her into the ER. She’s in bad shape.” Another officer walks up.

“What happened?” He asks breathlessly, heart pounding so hard it hurts.

“Drunk driver, your friend was hit and her car flipped.” She explains.

“Thank you.” He turns, running toward his car, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Garcia.” His voice rough and shaky.

“Reid, what’s wrong?” Her nervousness is apparent in her voice.

“Y/N, was in a car accident. She’s being rushed to the hospital.” Spencer explains.

“Oh no!” Garcia gasps. “I’ll call the team to let them know.”

Spencer wastes no time taking off toward the hospital. Palms sweating and heart racing as he can’t help but imagine all the awful scenarios and how scared you must be. The aftermath of the wreck looked terrifying and he can’t imagine what it was like in the middle of it.

When arriving to the hospital, he barely has his car in park before jumping out and racing inside. His eyes are wide and full of fear as he asks the woman at the desk about you.

“Y/N, she was just brought in from a car accident.”

“They just brought her in, you can go down there to the waiting room and someone will find you as soon as there is an update.”

“Thanks” He sighs out, walking to the waiting area and pacing back and forth.

It isn’t long until he is met by the rest of the team, anxious looks on their faces as they watch him fidgeting and unable to stay still.

“Any word?” JJ asks, walking up the Spencer and gently placing a hand on his shoulder in attempts to settle him.

“No,” He says quietly, shaking his head.

“She’s going to be okay, she has to be,” Garcia says in attempt to make everyone, including herself feel better.

“Are you here for Ms. Y/N?” A doctor walks out and up to the group of anxious FBI agents.

“Yes, how is she doing?” Prentiss asks, stepping forward.

“Surprisingly well, with what we heard about the accident if could have been much worse. She has a concussion, a few cuts and bruises, and a fractured rib. She will be in some pain for a little while, but she will be okay.” He explains, the whole group feeling slightly better knowing she is relatively okay.

“Can we see her?” Spencer asks.

“Of course, although we are only allowing three in the room at a time.” He scans the large group. “And she is still unconscious.”

“Thank God she’s okay,” Prentiss exclaims. “I’m going to head out, keep me updated Reid.”

“Of course.” He nods.

He and Garcia end up being the ones to stay, sitting in the chairs beside your bed, waiting for you to wake up. They are quiet, just watching you; they watch the rise and fall of your chest.

“How long have you been here?” You groan, not opening your eyes but sensing eyes on you.

“Reid and I have been here for a couple hours waiting for you to wake up. I’m so glad you’re awake.”

“I feel like I got hit by an eighteen-wheeler.” You flutter your eyes open, wincing in pain.

“More like a four-wheeler, but it was pretty rough,” Spencer says, standing up and walking over to you. “Do you need anything.”

“No,” You shake your head, “No, wait, my dog. Oh, Maya is probably in a near panic. If someone could let her out.”

“I will head there right now!” Garcia stands up, gathering her purse.

“Do you still have your key?”

“Yes, ma’am I do.” She smiles. “You feel better.”

“You got it, Penelope.” You smile back at her, “Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetie.” She says as she walks out.

You look up at Spencer who still has the look of concern plastered on his sweet face. You smile up at him and pat his large hand that is resting on the bed beside you.

“Have you spoken to the doctor?” You ask.

“Yes, they want you to stay the night so they can observe you and if you are doing well by tomorrow you should be released.”

“Good, good.” You nod. “Is any of my stuff here?”

“Yes,” He grabs a bag with your belongings from the closet, holding it up for you to see as he carries it back and sits down beside you.

“You know, you don’t have to stay here. You should go home and get some rest.”

“Yes, but I’d like to stay a little longer.” He says with a half-smile.

“Well, if that’s the case, Dr. Reid, would you read to me?” You ask, cheeks going red at the question.

“Of course,” He smiles, grabbing your book from your bag and opening to the bookmarked page.

His soothing voice brings the words to life as he only occasionally looks down at the book to turn the pages. You let your eyes close as a smile creeps to your face.

“I was scared.” He says, honestly.

You quickly open your eyes, turning your head to look at Spencer. “I know.” You place your hand onto his, gently squeezing.

[zontiky]

Hey for bullet point AUs ideas (you were asking for them right..?) 2010s-type sitcom (like Community or B99) AU! What Silly Sitcom Tropes would the siblings get into?

i actually havent seen either of those shows 😳 nor do i watch sitcoms, but to my knowledge u SIT and u are ENTERTAINED so everybody SIT DOWN and i will ENTERTAIN ✨✨

(wait are disney shows sitcoms? because when i think abt older tv humor i get slapped in the face with bits of disney tv i managed to catch as a kid. my entire sense of humor thru elementary school was based on that. ok i can be funny i promise here we go)

diego: wait... so she’s... our sister?

*laugh track plays*

grace has a laugh track function because i think thats extremely cursed and also hilarious.

reginald building himself a robot wife: what do kids these days like? humor? is humor still popular? yeah im adding it

there’s a christmas episode but it’s very obvious that none of them have ever fucking celebrated and half of them don’t fucking want to skjhfs

is wacky ringtones a thing? patch calls diego to help her out in the hotel and the dial tone is britney’s toxic

britney obviously exists in the tua universe and i will accept nothing less. a world without britney is a really sad one and like i know tuaverse is kinda shit what with the apocalypse happening thrice and the music cult and all but like come on... its not THAT bad. it cant be

luther’s coat gets torn off and there’s a slightly smaller, other coat underneath

that gets ripped off too and he’s wearing a tshirt

YOU KNOW THE GAG WHERE A CHARACTER JUST KEEPS PULLING WEAPONS OUT OF THEIR CLOTHES, WHERE THERE SHOULD NOT PHYSICALLY BE ROOM FOR WEAPONS? FIVE

or lila

i think that would be really funny with either of them tbh

five whipping a knife out of his bowling shoe: a-HA

lila unsheathing a broadsword out of nowhere: o-HO

five pulling a rifle from his waistband: a-ha-HA

lila swinging a mace from behind her back: o-ho-HO!

and so on

every time klaus makes a joke there’s applause coming out of nowhere but also distantly, faintly, the ghostbusters theme

specifically “who you gonna call? GHOST-” on loop

ben is the only one aware of it. not even klaus hears it

ben constantly makes stupid mocking faces behind klaus + over klaus’ shoulder

klaus: guys please take me seriously

ben giving him bunny ears: yEah GUyS LiSten tO hIM

nobody else can see it. i know thats obvious but i have to specify. only the audience can see ben doing it. klaus knows ben does it but hes never caught him in the act and has absolutely no proof. ben does it purely for his own amusement and to fuck with klaus big-time

there is no young!hargreeves cast. it’s just the adult hargreeves but in umbrella uniform crouching down to 12yearold level

before slaughtering the commission board five uses one of those toy BANG guns on carmichael and then immediately whips out his impossible axe

vanya plays a tiny violin and it’s only her, every other violinist in the orchestra has a normal violin and her tiny little violin is never brought up

by tiny i mean realistically tiny. like maybe 1/32? thats a small fucking violin yall

helen with her full size violin: you’ll never amount to anything

vanya:

who else have i not made fun of yet

allisons hair is purple but not bc im laughing at her bc i genuinely think she would have peaked with it. purple hair allie ftw

leonard runs a toy store not a woodwork shop and he hands vanya a weird cartoonified wood action figure of her and she’s like thaaaanks as the laugh track plays

vanya storms out of the family meeting and her back faces the camera and we see that there’s a piece of paper taped to her shirt that says NOBODY KNOWS I’M A LESBIAN

*laugh track but gay this time*

klaus makes a joke about ben being his only straight friend and it cuts to ben passionately making out with a ghost dude in the back of a club or smth kjhwkfd

WOULD THIS BE A GOOD TIME TO SLIP IN OUR LIGHTHEARTED CRACK “BEN IS THE ONLY ALLOROMO” AU? IHFHKLHFKFD

five is wearing bowling shoes the entire first season as well. when they go to the bowling alley he switches them out for a different pair of bowling shoes, which he wears through the entire second season. again this is never brought attention to or mentioned in any way

diego drives an impala /j

little girl god popping wheelies on a motorbike in greyscale heaven

allison has a fight scene where she stabs someone with heels and then breaks the heel and goes aw :( my stilettos and this isnt even funny its just extremely badass i love her a lot 

we get more screentime with dave but he says groovy every other sentence

klaus’ ‘68 club shirt is garishly flamingo patterned

a scene where five is sitting at the breakfast table, half asleep, sipping a cup of coffee, and allison sits down next to him with a mug of hot cocoa (we can tell by the overabundance of whipped cream and marshmallows) and quietly swaps out his mug for the cocoa and he doesn’t even show any sign he noticed he just keeps sipping and allison either quietly finishes off his coffee or takes the initial mug and walks offscreen. cut scene

there’s a scene of klaus and ben in the 60s  on october first and ben is wearing a little ghost party hat and holding a single balloon

whenever sissy and vanya are in a room together careless whisper starts playing

remember that snl lesbian totinos sketch. yeah

the handler only addressed aj by his full name. ATLAS JERICHO CARMICAHEL.

dot is twice as tall as herb. i mean shes already taller than him but like, dot is Really tall. it’s implied dot and herb are married (it would be cute i think dont judge me)

when diego fucks with the infinity switchboard the thing like in cartoons happens where the screen fritzes out and everything goes black and then after a second or so his eyes appear

reginald dresses exclusively in green. im not saying he dresses like the onceler. but im not NOT saying that. *sigh* does this joke require a onceler tw tag on this post

i dont know if this post is what you had in mind but i hope you liked it anyway! <3

[queenxxxsupreme]

9 where yenn's fighting with her gf and shouting smth like "a farmer girl won't teach me how to live" knowing reader's insecure about her upbringing and immediately regretting saying that

A/N: I just want to give a huge thanks to my baby @writingawaymylife for being so amazing and helping me! I love you babe <3 Also I’m so sorry this took forever!! And I changed the wording a bit but I hope you’re okay with it!

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, angst but then fluff I think? 

***

9. Is that what you think of me? 

You hummed softly to yourself, pushing a needle through the material of one of your blouses. It had gotten caught on a thorn on your rose bush and torn earlier in the day. 

You lifted your head, listening to the sound of thunder rumble in the distance. 

The windows in your little cottage were open, allowing a cool breeze to blow through. 

A storm was coming, one that was much needed. A good spring rain was all that your garden needed to give it an extra boost. 

Horse hooves against dirt sounded off, rumbling like thunder in the clouds above. You lifted your head, curious and a little wary. Who would be coming to your home so late at night?

You stood up and moved to the window to look outside. There was a black horse being tied to the hitching rail outside of your home. A familiar woman was tying the reins around the post. 

A few moments later, the door burst open, swinging back to hit the wall. Yennefer was in a rush, hastily ushering the child she held onto into the house. The child was small and her face was smudged with dirt. A hood shielded her hair but you could still see a few blonde pieces of hair.

The door slammed shut just behind Yennefer, who still held the child’s wrist. 

For a split second, the mage stilled, eyes locking with yours. You smiled softly, happy to see her, but then a sharp clap of thunder took her attention. She rushed over to the window, pulling the shutters closed. It’s only then that you see red on her hand and then spread on to your white shutters.

“Yennefer, are-are you bleeding?”

“I’m fine, Y/N.”

 The child stood just inside of your home, looking up at you from beneath her hood. 

“Who is this?” You gestured to the child.

The mage peered out of one window, violet eyes flickering back and forth as she searched for something in the dark. She pulled the window shut. 

“She is mine.” She spoke urgently. She held one hand to her side as she breathed heavily. 

“She’s- I’m sorry. She’s yours?” You repeated, eyes widening. 

“Yes.”

You looked back to the girl, confused. Yennefer was a mage. She couldn’t bear children. 

“Fuck.” Yennefer cursed, taking your mind off of what you’d just learned.

“What’s wrong, Yennefer?” You asked, drawing your brows together as you moved towards her but she was quick to cross the room, passing you by to close one of the windows that faced the back of your property. 

“It isn’t safe to talk, Y/N.”

“Is someone after you?” You followed her with your gaze, lips parting at the sight of a crimson liquid coating her side. “You’ve been injured, Yenn.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Your heart began to race, fear and concern finding their ways into your veins. Your stomach churned. The sight of blood had always made you queasy. 

“Yennefer, they shouldn’t have taken this long.” The child spoke, drawing your attention to her. 

“What’s…. your name, sweetheart?” You looked at her, your hand coming up to rest on your stomach. 

“Ciri.” She answered, piercing green eyes briefly meeting yours before she looked to Yennefer.

“They’re here.” Yennefer muttered under her breath, moving towards the door. She pulled it open and not even a second later, two men were rushing in. 

One was dark haired and the other had white hair. The white haired one had his arm around the other’s shoulders, using him for support. 

“What happened?”

“Ciri, step back.” Yennefer told her, pulling a chair out at the table for the white one to sit on. 

You watched the mage move back to the front door. She placed her hand on the door and whispered something under her breath in a language you didn’t recognize. Blue wisps left her hand and disappeared into the wood of the door. 

“What was that, Yennefer?” 

She passed you once more, moving quickly to go to the closet in the hall. 

“A protective shield. Nothing can get in or out until sunrise.”

“What would try to get in?”

“Y/N, I can’t talk right now.” She shook her head, trying to pass you once more but your hand found her arm, stopping her. 

“Yennefer.” You murmured her name, eyebrows furrowed together. “Are you in danger?”

“No.” Yennefer shook her head. She pulled away from you and went back to the kitchen with the first-aid kit in her hands. 

She placed the wooden box down on the table. 

“Lambert, would you help him get his armor off?”

“M’fine, Yenn.” The white haired one muttered, wincing when he moved his arm. 

“Yeah, yeah. Your tough guy act won’t work on me.” The dark haired one, Lambert, patted the man’s shoulder, then started to help him take off the bulky armor he wore. 

It was then that you caught sight of the medallion the white haired one wore. It was a wolf head. 

As the armor was taken off, you realized the man was bleeding rather profusely from a wound on his side and another on his collarbone.

You looked away quickly, taking in a deep breath. 

“You good, lady?” Lambert looked in your direction, having heard your heart start to beat faster.

“I-I’m fine. Just don’t like blood is all.” You offered him a tight smile. 

“Have a seat, Y/N.” Yennefer told you. “You’ll pass out.”

You nodded, knowing she was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sit down. 

Lambert finished taking off the man’s armor and then helped him get out of his undershirt. The gash on his collarbone was deep and bled more than the one on his side. 

“Who are these people, Yennefer?” You asked her, rubbing your hands together. You wished that there was something you could do to help him, but you knew that if you got any closer to him, you’d surely pass out.

“Ciri, Lambert, and Geralt.”

“Has Yennefer ever mentioned us?” Ciri asked you, tilting her head to the side a little. 

“No.”

She frowned. 

“Yenn, why haven’t you told Y/N about us?”

“Cirilla, now isn’t the time.” Yennefer went back to one of the windows, pulling the drapes back to look outside. She was on edge, worried about something. You’d never seen the mage so…. panicked. 

You moved to her, your hand finding the small of her back. She turned her head to you, mulberry eyes finding yours.

“Yennefer, please tell me what’s going on.” You begged quietly, searching her eyes with your own. There was a frown on your lips and your brows were drawn together. “

Lambert happened to glance in your direction and his eyes widened at how you held Yennefer. 

“You gonna introduce us to your friend, Yenn?” He asked, a grin forming on his lips. 

“No.” She answered flatly, sending him a brief glare. 

The witcher rolled his eyes and moved away from Geralt to inspect your home. 

There were vases and pots of flowers everywhere. The atmosphere was warm- or at least it had been prior to their arrival. Your home was cozy, something Lambert hadn’t expected from someone Yennefer knew. 

“So, Y/N, is it? How did you and Yennefer meet?” He leaned against one of the bookshelves in the room and accidentally knocked over the candles that rested on top. Luckily, they weren’t lit. 

Yennefer sighed at him before moving back to Geralt. She took the rag from him to clean him more efficiently. 

“I’m an herbalist. She needed something for a spell and came to me.” Your eyes found the raven haired mage, smiling softly. “And I was lucky enough to catch her eye.”

Yennefer almost smiled, violet eyes locking with yours. 

Lambert looked between you two, a grin forming on his lips.

Geralt looked up at her, a displeased frown on his lips. This didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

A new wave of nausea came over you, but this one wasn’t because of blood. The look he gave her was odd, like he was upset that she was with you. 

You watched them exchange quiet words that you couldn’t hear, then she picked up a small bottle of spirit you kept in the first aid and poured it on to Geralt’s collarbone. He hissed at the burn, hands gripping his knees. 

Lambert chuckled, his hand coming up to clutch his chest. 

“Nice, Yenn. You know, I didn’t take you for one to play both courts.”’

“Shut up, Lambert.”

You felt confused and slightly concerned. What did he mean by that? And why was Yennefer talking so quietly with Geralt? She was being so gentle with him as she cleaned his woundw and aided him in patching himself up. 

You turned away, your hand once more coming up to rest on your stomach as you grew more nauseous. But this nausea was different than before. This was accompanied by a wave of dread. She was keeping something from you. She was with him, or at least there had to have been some sort of relationship in the past. 

When Yennefer looked up, she saw that you were standing on the opposite side of the room, eyes focused on a painting on the wall. It was of your herb garden in the summertime when it was in full bloom. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You turned your head to look at her.

“Are you alright?”

“No.” You answered honestly, shaking your head softly. “I’d like to talk to you for a moment, if you don’t mind.”

“Give me one minute.”

She placed her hand on Geralt’s arm and whispered something to him before standing up. 

“Let’s go into your room.”

***

You closed the door behind yourself and slowly turned around to face Yennefer.

“Don’t get me wrong, Yennefer, I’m very happy you are here.” You wanted to embrace her, to hold her and kiss her. But the worry made it impossible. “But why is it you’re here? And with those three? Geralt looks as if he’s one wrong move away from death.”

“They’re witchers, Y/N.” Yennefer explained.

“What are all of you running from?”

“I can’t tell you, Y/N-,”

“Bullshit, Yennefer.” You cut her off, tilting your head to the side a little, anger festering in your veins. “You came here to my home with two strangers and your fucking child I knew nothing about. I deserve to know.”

Yennefer held your gaze for a moment before shaking her head. 

“Y/N, I am doing this for your safety. If you know, your life will be in even more danger. And I don’t like to tell many about Ciri. It’s nothing against you, Y/N. It’s just safer when as few people know about her as possible.”

“Do you not trust me? Do you think I’d put her in harm’s way by announcing it to the entire village that the mage I am in love with has a daughter?”

“Y/N, she’s not-,” Yennefer stopped herself, closing her eyes for a moment to take a deep breath. When her eyes opened, she looked at you. “Ciri is Geralt’s child surprise, and I am bound to Geralt by fate. There was a wish he made decades ago and it’s caused our destinies to be intertwined.”

You were stunned, mouth slightly open and eyes focused on her. Your mind seemed to short circuit, unable to form complete thoughts or sentences. You couldn’t find your voice. It was lost somewhere in your throat. 

Who was this woman before you that you had welcomed into your home with open arms? Who was this woman that you professed your love to not too long ago? Who was this woman that occupied your every thought? You felt as though you barely knew her. 

“You-You….” You brought your hand up to your mouth. “I don’t-I don’t understand, Yennefer.”

Her eyes stayed on you as you paused once more to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart. 

“Why did you keep this from me? I mean, fuck!” You couldn’t help but shout the curse in frustration, your hand falling to your side to curl up into a tight fist. “You have a-a fucking child, and a man that you are stuck with by fate! I-I don’t even feel like I know you anymore, Yennefer!” Your sentence ended with your voice cracking, a lump forming in your throat. 

She just looked at you, unsure of what to say, of how to make you feel better. 

“Is anything you’ve ever told me true? Are-Are you even in love with me? Or are you just fucking using me, Yennefer?”

“Y/N, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to drag you into this shit!” Yennefer finally spoke, raising her voice to match yours. “I didn’t want someone like you coming into my world.”

“Someone like me?” You repeated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and crossing your arms. “What does that mean?”

Yennefer shook her head, running her fingers through her hair as she turned around to pace away from you. 

“You grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, Y/N. You’re naive to the real world, to my world.”

A sharp pain stung your something beneath your ribs. 

“Is that what you think of me? You think I’m stupid?”

“I didn’t say that, Y/N-,”

“But you may as well have!” You cut her off. “I can’t believe you!”

“Will you just keep your voice down, Y/N?”

“Why? So those people in there don’t know about the fucking girl you’ve lied to who’s dumber than a box of rocks? Who knows nothing else but to herd sheep and tend to cattle? Who is good for nothing but providing a home to you and giving you a good fuck?”

“Y/N, enough!” Yennefer shouted, effectively silencing you. “I didn’t tell you, not because I think you’re stupid, but because I didn’t want to bring you into any of this. I didn’t want you to be fearful of me, to second guess our relationship because of Geralt and Ciri.”

“Keeping it from me makes me second guess more than just our relationship, Yenn.” You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. 

The anger you felt had fizzled down to embarrassment and sadness. She was embarrassed to claim you, to call you hers. How could you be so stupid to think that you’d be able to have someone like her? She was a strong and unbelievably beautiful mage. She was way out of your league.

“I don’t know who you are, Yennefer.” You shook your head, tears blurring your vision but you blinked them away, desperate to keep your composure. “You can stay tonight. The storm outside sounds bad. You know where the guest room is and where the extra quilts in there are.”

“Y/N-,”

“I don’t want to talk right now.” It was your turn to be harsh. “Leave.”

Without another word, Yennefer left. It surprised you, to be honest, that she’d given up so easily. A small part of you thought and prayed that she cared enough to fight, to try to make things better between you two.

***

You weren’t too sure how long you had been laying there listening to the thunder and rain outside. You tried to sleep, but when you closed your eyes, you could see her, see the smile on her lips when she looked at you and feel the warmth of her touch.  It proved better to stay awake staring at the wall than to try to rest. 

The sound of your door opening caught your attention. You wanted to look up to see who it was, but you decided against it. It was probably just Yennefer.

“I know you’re awake.” Her velvet voice spoke. 

You said nothing. 

The bed behind you dipped from her weight. 

“It was wrong of me to keep them from you.” She murmured, now laying closer to you. Her fingers began to brush through your hair. “And it was wrong of me to think you aren't fit to know of my world. If…. I want you, I have to share everything with you, to let you know who I truly am.”

Still you were silent.

“I love you, Y/N. It’s…. pure. What we feel for each other. It isn’t caused by magic, by a wish I had no control over. I love Geralt, yes, but that is different. It’s not the same as the way I love you.”

With a little sigh, you turned over on to your back. 

The candles by your bedside lit, giving you the ability to see the mage in your bed.

“I was fearful.” She whispered, bringing her hand up to stroke your face. “I didn’t want harm to come to you because of me.”

“That isn’t a good excuse for keeping a man you are bound to by destiny from me. And you have a child.” You shook your head softly. “You should trust me enough to tell me things like that, things that aren’t just minor in your life.”

“I’m sorry.” She leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “Please forgive me. I hate when you’re mad at me.”

You said nothing for a few heartbeats, instead gazing into her violet eyes.

“I’m still upset, but I love you.” You moved closer to her, wrapping one arm around her and tucking your face into her chest. 

She smiled softly, dipping her head down to kiss your hair. 

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[maybebanks]

You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 10

SERIES FINALE

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Your attempts to get away from JJ were unsuccessful when your foot made an unbalanced step at the edge of the doc and you stumbled off the edge.

“Y/n!” JJ shouted. You felt his hands grip your waist in an attempt to pull you back, but your center of gravity was too far gone, and instead the both of you splashed into the water.

You gasped for air and JJ immediately sprung up beside you.

At first he wanted to laugh, but he didn’t.

You were snapped back to reality, and you saw JJ. His wet hair was almost in his eyes, but he just looked concerned.

You frowned and watched him as he swam to the latter and climbed out of the water.

You followed him and accepted his hand to help you up.

“You know I’m JJ now, right?” JJ asked.

In times of trauma, your mind could play tricks on you. You truly had seen Rafe. You felt him touching you in places you didn’t want him to.

“I..um..fuck,” you muttered, “I just saw...when you were...” you struggled to form an explanation, would JJ hate you now.

“What happened at midsummers? Becuase I know you were alone with Rafe, and now I know..that he did something,” JJ said. He didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of any guy messing with you, especially Rafe Cameron, made his blood boil.

“We weren’t alone,” you correct.

JJ furrows his eyebrows.

“His boys. They just watched,” you admitted, forcing yourself not to shiver in disgust.

“He fucking hit you? That mother fucker,” JJ assumed angerly. He started walking away, and you assumed it was to come at Rafe with revenge.

“No,” you said meekly, he was walking away, but he heard it.

“He didn’t hit me. He..uh..” your voice was shaking you knew once JJ knew he would never look at you the same.

“What, Y/n,” JJ demanded.

JJ read your expression, you were afraid, and that’s when JJ knew. Rafe plaid dirty. Rafe knew the best way to get at his girl was by taking her first.

“Y/n, did he,” he paused, “did he touch you? Like for sex-“

JJ stopped taking when you wrapped your shaking arms around his torso. His hands lay at your waist.

“I just- I keep reliving it. I’ve been through worse...like with my dad, but this? If my dad hadn’t come-“

“You don’t have to explain, Y/n. I’ll only kill Rafe if you want me to,”

—

You wanted to let go. Let go of everything. So when JJ pitched his idea, it was music to your ears.

“We should just dip, I mean really. Like Yucatán,” JJ suggested.

“Are you kidding?” John B asked.

“Nah man, I gotta get out of this place,” JJ said. You looked up at him from leaning on his shoulder. You were sitting with him against a tree, you could feel the soft fabric of his worn shirt on your cheek.

Your fingers danced along his wrist as you contemplated this idea, then you placed your hand in his and held his hand.

“I’m in,” you responded.

John B scoffed, “great guys. With what money?”

“We could surf all day, and live off of lobsters we catch with our bare hands,” JJ responded.

You felt a drop of rain, land on your leg. Another followed shortly after. JJ smudged it off your cheek and you smiled softly.

“I have to cover the Pogue,” John B says, heading to the boat and adding a cover so the rain doesn’t damage it.

JJ helped you up and you stood closer than expected.

“I should go home now,” you say.

Before you could turn around, JJ’s hand carressed your face and he leaned in. You could feel his breath fanning over your face.

It all happened so fast.

You wrapped your arms around JJ’s neck and your lips pressed together. Your eyes were closed and you missed looking into his ocean eyes. Your lips moved in just the right way. His soft and gentle kiss causing your blush to deepen.

When you pulled away, he smirked, “Just how you imagined it?”

You scoffed and laughed quietly, “not even close,” you replied, and then moved towards him for another kiss.

Moments later, John B announced that he was heading off to pick up some supplies for the boat.

You and JJ shared a look at the news and laughed as he lead you inside.

You both headed into a bedroom and jumped on the bed.

You and JJ continued to kiss. He pulled away to remove his shirt.

Then, the fact hit you, like a ton of bricks.

You looked down at the floor. Was he..? No. You can’t do this. JJ has slept with so many tourons and lost contact quickly after. You couldn’t loose him. You couldn’t let your father be right.

“Hey, what’s-what’s wrong?” JJ asks.

“Um..I just don’t know if...if I want to do this,” you admit.

“Y/n, if this is about-“ JJ began, he lifted up the hem of your shirt and saw the bruises again. They were healing, but still there.

“No, it’s just..my dad said that all you wanted was sex. And-“

JJ reacted quickly, “whoa. Hold up. That is not fucking true. And the fact that you believe that y/n?” JJ sounded offended.

Your heart rate picks up, “you-you hook up with girls, and then...” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence. Your throat was dry and you were struggling to breath.

“Y/n, you are definitely not just a hook up to me,” JJ paused and took a few deep breaths. You could tell his mind was struggling, “I...I love you,”

Your eyebrows furrowed, that wasn’t a phrase you’ve been called in a long time.

“When’s the last time you said that?” You said softly, a smile forming on your face.

“A long time,” he chuckled.

You got up and straddled him and he laid back. You leaned down so your head was on his chest.

You just stayed there for a moment, your ears hearing every beat of his heart.

“I love you too, JJ,”

—

“It’s too hot,” you groaned, flipping your leg out from under the covers.

“It’s not that bad,” JJ replied, wiping his forehead.

You studied him. And then, reluctantly, turned the other way and pulled off your shirt.

You weren’t wearing a bra, to JJ’s surprise. So he was blessed with the view, of your bare back.

You shuffled over and turned onto your stomach. Then looked up at JJ.

He smirks, “you’re gorgeous,” he smiled.

You smiled, and shushed him. Finally, sleep took over.

-

It was finally morning. JJ was a light sleeper, so the rooster woke him up around 6:00am.

His arm was draped across your stomach as he spooned your.

The thin sheet covered your bare chest. JJ felt comfortable against your bare skin. It was a level of intimacy he had been craving.

Suddenly, you stirred beside him. When you felt his hand on your bare skin, you panicked and jumped up.

You strapped your forearm across your chest to cover your boobs.

“Good morning,” JJ said.

“Oh, JJ. I’m not used to waking up with people. You scared me,”

“Sorry bub. What do you want to do today? I think we should take the pogue out alone. I want to show you this spot in the marsh. I think you’ll love it,”

You smiled, looking around for your shirt, “actually, JJ, I have to get some stuff done at home. But we should hang out Wednesday?”

“I can’t wait two days to see you! What’s so important at home?” JJ groaned.

“Just..certain errands. I’m sorry JJ. I promise to hang later?” You offered.

“You’re staying here for breakfast though,” JJ added.

He found your shirt and he helped you pull it over your head, still keeping your chest covered.

You noticed his hair was a complete mess, his blonde strands pointing in all different directions.

“Bed head,” you smirked as you shuffled his hair around.

He laughed, “I’m gonna get you back for that,”

“You gonna have to wait until Wednesday. I gotta head home,” you said, kissing him on the cheek, and getting out of bed.

JJ followed you to the door, but before you could open it wide enough to walk through, he slammed it shut.

“Wha-“

“No way in hell,” JJ said.

“Excuse me? We’ve been over this, JJ. They’re is nothing-“

“Your bruises are just starting to heal! I’m not going to let him make more,” JJ explained.

“What happened to ‘you’re not what he did to you’? Was that just bullshit!”

“It’s not about the bruises. It’s about you letting him hurt you,” JJ replies.

“He’s my dad! My fucking dad! The one person that’s suppose to love me no matter what. I know he does. I just make him mad sometimes. I’m gonna be better,”

“ No. No no no. This?” JJ paused and featured towards your injuries, “this is not your fault. You don’t understand, I’m trying to keep you safe,”

You rolled your eyes, but truly, you were fighting back tears, “so you’re saying that my dads just a shitty person? That I don’t deserve it?” your voice cracked.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’ve learned that the hard way,”

“But...but he told me all the bad things. He told me I deserved it,”

“What did he say? That you’re a failure, a worthless piece of shit? What have you done with your life but smoke weed and live on the south side?” He was referring to himself, telling you what he’s been through.

“No one will ever love me.” you replied, “he’s the best I got,”

“Can’t you see me Y/n? I’m right here,” JJ answered.

“But it’s temporary! What if you give up?” You whimper.

“I’m not gonna give up on you Y/n. Not ever,” JJ assured.

After a few seconds of silence, you opened the door.

“I have to go home JJ,” you said quietly.

Did what JJ said mean nothing to you? JJ thought.

“I’m not letting you,” he said stubbornly.

“It’s not your choice,”

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-intermission babes. go get some water, or a snack or smth 🦋

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“I need you to help me out. And honestly, I don’t know anyone else better,” JJ began.

“I’m listening,”

“So. I know I can’t just throw accusations around like this. But right now. If one of your deputies come with me. I’ll have proof,”

“What exactly is the crime?” Peterkin asks.

“Domestic violence.”

-

JJ, Peterkin, and some random deputy, were at your house. A stakeout, if you will.

No one has said anything, and truly, JJ didn’t know if he could handle seeing you hurt. When he saw your dad choking you at midsummers, he nearly lost it, and earned a black eye from your father.

A few minutes later, you arrived. You had stopped at the Wreak to pick up your paycheck after waking up with JJ.

You entered through the front door, and slammed it a little too hard.

“Look who...decided to show up,” your father slurred, his voice raspy from just waking up.

“Hi dad,” you greeted, there was evident fear in your voice, or at least that’s what JJ heard.

“Why don’t you come over here? I can’t see you,” he asked.

You stepped closer to him, hesitantly.

“Where were you last night?” He asked. Your father was quite controlling, that was the difference between you and JJ.

“Working, again,” you replied, attempting to dodge him.

He laughed satanicaly, “see that’s funny. Because I went to the Wreck, and they said, you don’t work on sundays, ain’t that funny?” he said sarcastically. 

“Well, I-“

“You’re playing hookie. And you know what happeneds to naughty girls,”

“Dad, please,” you tried. But when he backed you against the wall. You flinched as he threw a punch at your ribs.

“Just,” he paused to punch again, “obedience, dear,” he continued to hit you, adding kicks too.

From outside, near the window, JJ and Peterkin had a clear view of everything, JJs eyes darkened in anger.

He couldn’t do anything to help, he stared at Peterkin and the deputy to see if they had a plan.

“Are you gonna do something?” JJ asked angerly.

“Be patient,” The deputy said.

JJ grabbed the deputy by the collar and forced him against the house, “he’s fucking beating her!”

“Stay calm, boy,” Peterkin ordered, “the longer he admits to doing it, or we have proof, the higher the charge,”

JJ put his head in his hands. He couldn’t let you suffer any longer.

So, he lead Peterkin to the front door and the deputy protected the back.

Peterkin told JJ to wait in the SUV so he wouldn’t get the blame, but JJ wanted to be here, helping as much as possible.

Peterkin brought her fist up to nock. She nocked twice and the noise inside haulted.

JJ stepped back when the door swung open.

He felt some fear of his own, but he pushed it down for your sake.

Your father presented a tough exterior, even though he seemed to notice a negative fate when a cop was on the other end of the door.

“Officer. What can I do for you?” He asked.

Peterkin took in a deep breath.

“May I have a look inside sir?” Perkin asked.

Your father nodded, allowing Peterkin to step inside. JJ waited until they were further inside to join.

When they entered, you were nowhere to be found.

There was some blood on the ground, and some broken glass. But no sign of you.

///

“Who are you?” You asked the man in uniform outside your door. You had decided to head out the back.

“I’m deputy Thomas,” he introduced.

“Oh. Well nice to meet you. But I have to get doing,” you muttered before trying to get around him and run in the other direction.

“Actually miss, I can’t let you leave. You are going to have to stay here,”

“Make me,” you stated and attempted to run past him.

It was a good attempt, until he caught your shoulders and grabbed you securely. He pulled you closer to him and hand cuffed your hands together.

“Hey! I didn’t do anything you prick!” You shouted, squirming and struggling against him.

Not gonna lie, it was painful after the shots you had taken.

\\\

JJ stood humbly back, away from the gaze of your father.

“Sorry about..the mess,” your father began, “my daughter and I had a little argument earlier. No harm done, I just don’t believe in her fuckin’ every boy in town. Poor thing has gotten hooked on some bad drugs, I can’t seem to control her. It’s hard to admit, as a father,” Your dad said.

It was a lie. A complete lie.

JJ hoped Peterkin would see that.

“And do you know exactly who is supplying her?” Peterkin asked.

“Some kid livin on the Cut,” your father shrugged.

JJ hated the familiarity of the house, there were beer bottles in every corner, and dishes piled up in the sink.

Suddenly, Peterkin picked up a dispatch on her walkee.

Static, “Peterkin. I’ve got the girl out her. Cuffed her because she’s trying to get away. She’s got major injuries, call it in. Over,” deputy Thomas says.

“Let me go!” You screamed, you scratched against his arms and punched his chest. But he was unfazed.

Peterkin muttered the law and rights as she pronounced your father under arrest. She cuffed him, and lead him to the car. Locking him in.

Then she retreated to the back of the house. They needed you to come into the station, take photos of your injuries, for evidence.

You knew how it would go. And you didn’t want any part of it.

You continued to struggle and squirm, insulting the officer in every which way.

But when Peterkin and JJ turned the corner. He let go, and run ran into JJ’s arms.

“It’s gonna be okay Y/n. I set this up. You’re free now,”

“You idiot! There are legal things I have to do now. I’m going to go into foster care, I have to get stripped naked and photographed for evidence! Do you have any idea what you did JJ?” You cried.

JJ hung his head low, “he can’t hurt you anymore Y/n. It’s okay. Calm down. Just let me hold you,”

“JJ...oh my god. I can’t do this...” your tears streamed onto JJ’s shirt.

“I’ll go easy on ya darling,” Peterkin says, “less questioning, and I’ll deal with your foster care situation. See if I can loop you in with John B,”

“Your boy did the right thing,” she said as she unlocked your hand cuffs.

You stared at JJ, he looked like he was about to cry.

“My boy,” you said softly. He kissed you on the forehead and you hugged him close.

“You can’t just make foster care disappear Cheif. You know she’s a minor, right?” Deputy Thomas asked.

Peterkin just shushed him, and told him to drive your father to the station.

Peterkin was the cheif of Damn police. She’d get them off your back.

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thanks for going on this journey through this story! hope u had funn { here’s more: MY JJ MASTERLIST }

series masterlist: You Know I’m a Minor

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 FINALE

Dear anyone who reads this, I hope you find yourself a JJ Maybank (if you’re in love w him)! I hope you have an amazing day. Even though there are less than amazing things happening. I truly thank you all🤍