#always having to move from 2 places and neither are comfy or make me happy

[namiho]

I’m so incredibly unhappy w where I am and everything going on :(

[rafeandonlyrafe]

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words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, established relationship, countdown, edging

“here ya go baby.” rafe says, tossing you the sweatshirt he just took off.

“huh?” you question, but tug the sweatshirt on over your head. rafe always made fun of you for stealing all of his clothes, and you don't know why he's now so willingly handing it over.

“since im going out of town.” rafe explains, coming over to press a kiss against your forehead as you relax on his bed. 

you pout, gripping onto his hand so he can't move away. “don't remind me.”

rafe is going on some business type trip with his dad, only for a week, but it'll be the longest you've been away from each other since you began dating. 

“sorry, baby.” rafe says, moving to kiss your lips. you melt against the bed, cupping rafes face and running your thumbs over the smooth planes of his cheeks. you groan when he pulls away, cutting off the kiss.

“i have to pack.” rafe explains, heading into his closet and reemerging with his suitcase, setting it on the edge of the bed and opening it up.

you wrap yourself in his sweatshirt, inhaling rafes scent as you chat idly while rafe packs, trying to keep your mind off him actually leaving.

“rafey.” you whine when hes all done, suitcase stuffed full and zipped up by the door, ready to be loaded into the car.

“what is it honey?” rafe asks.

“can you come cuddle with me?” you question, knowing you're going to be deprived of his arms around you for an entire week and want as much as you can of him before he goes.

rafe smiles gently, loving how obsessed with him you are. “of course.” rafe says, pushing the covers down so you can get comfy against the sheets before easing himself in next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“im gonna miss you so much baby.” rafe says, placing a hand on your bum, squeezing it against his palm.

“if i can't sleep while you're gone, can i come and sleep in your bed?” you question. you still live separately from rafe, but often spend your nights together, neither of your parents caring since you're both adults.

“yeah, of course.” rafe says. “rose and wheezie will be home, but you know they don't mind.” rafe says, and you hum in agreement, making a mental note to hang out with wheezie while rafe is gone, maybe take her shopping or to the movies.

rafe moves his hand to your hip, pulling you so your crotch is slotted over his. you adjust yourself, squirming until you get comfortable with one leg slung over his hips.

“stop moving like that unless you want me to fuck you.” rafe groans, trying to keep to just cuddling like you requested, but struggling when you're moving right against his crotch.

you look up, a sly look on your face. “i always want you to fuck me.” you push your core against rafe, grinding your hips down.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans, pressing his head back against the pillows as he eyes flutter closed, his mouth dropping open.

you continue to move against him as you feel rafe harden, his impressive length swelling in size.

rafe tugs at your shorts, hating the physical barrier blocking him from having you wholly.

you push them down your hips, kicking them further into the blanket to be taken care of later when you aren't solely focused on rafe and getting him inside of you.

“god, gonna miss this baby.” rafe grips your ass, his hand covering your whole bum. 

“you sure you can't sneak me with you?” you whine, continuing to grind against him as rafes hand pushes underneath your underwear.

“i don't think ward would go for that, but i want you to call me every night.” rafe tugs your underwear to the side, fingers swiping through your folds.

“oh, that feels good.” you moan, warm and happy now that you're snuggled up under the blankets with rafe.

“gonna feel even better when i get inside of you.” rafe hums out, finger moving to your clit, focusing on it as his eyes drink in the sight of your head tipped back, eyes closed and mouth slung open with pleasure. 

“i love you.” rafe mumbles, presses kisses along your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose.

“you softie.” you giggle at the side of rafe only you get to see.

“there's one part of me that's never soft around you.” rafe guides your hand to his obvious bulge before immediately going back to stroking your clit.

you laugh again as you push away his shorts and underwear until his cock is able to spring free. you wrap your hand around the base, holding there for a moment, teasing rafe like he so often does to you.

“baby-” rafe groans out, but then you're moving your hips and sinking onto his cock.

“shit!” rafe groans out, his other arm that was wrapped around your body pulling you even closer to him.

“not gonna be able to go a week without this.” you whimper, beginning to rock your hips back and forth, the side position forcing you to keep the movements slower.

“ill come back and fuck you for hours, promise.” rafe hums out, not wanting to think about leaving either.

“you do that anyways.” you chuckle.

“yeah, you're right.” rafe smiles at you before suddenly thrusting forward, burying himself hard and fast inside of your pussy.

your eyes close again as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you with no qualms about anyone who might be roaming the hallways and listening in on the sound of slapping skin.

“so tight and warm for me.” rafe grunts, shuffling his shorts and underwear a bit further down his legs so he can better fuck you.

“all for you.” you place a hand on rafes cheek and bring his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply, moans and gasps being the only interruptions to your kiss as rafes fingers continue to toy with your clit.

“make me cum, please.” you whine.

“not yet.” rafe hums against your lips. “wait for me.”

you have a problem none of your girlfriends have with their boyfriends. he's too good, too hot, and you're always ready to cum before him, whereas everyone you talk to has the opposite problem or their partners can't make them cum at all.

“can't.” you cry out, feeling how hard your nipples are as they press against rafes chest through the fabric of his sweatshirt that you're wearing, tightening your leg that's slung over his thigh to get him closer.

“you can.” rafe says firmly. 

you focus on the motion of his cock entering you, the way that your cunt stretches to allow him inside, only to clench and attempt to stop his outward thrust when he pulls back.

“5…” rafe begins to count, feeling his cock swell and knowing he can't last much longer.

“4…” he continues, fingers moving faster on your clit.

“3…” the countdown feels like it's taking hours, even though it's certainly just seconds.

“2…” rafe can feel your clit pulsing underneath his fingertips.

“1.” rafe pushes his hips as hard as he can forward, burying his cock as deep inside of you as possible as he cums along with you, your cunt clenching around him as your high causes your whole body to shake with relief after holding off.

“god, rafe!” you squeal out as he gives a few final thrusts, ensuring his seed is buried as deep as possible.

rafe pulls his fingers away as you come down from your high, head laid against his chest.

“just… stay like this for a bit. please.” rafe says, hand on your hip to keep you on his cock.

“of course.” you manage to pick your tired head up to press a kiss to his lips. “i could fall asleep just like this.”

rafe let's out a yawn just at the mention of sleep. “i certainly wouldn't say no to that.”

[shirophantomvox]

Random date night with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo

Hello, anon! Ask and you shall receive! This prompt is very interesting and I will try to keep it in character as much as possible. To sum this up, Hisoka would take you to an ice cream shop, a carnival, or apple orchard while Illumi would rather go to an art or historical museum. Chrollo would persuade you to attend a book reading/author signing or go hiking. Depending on who you are and what your ideal date is, I’m sure you’d find them all fun. Going to a carnival or apple orchard is my go-to since I’ve barely been because they’re all in the suburbs. These headcanons are explained much more than the others. That is why Chrollo and Illumi seem to be short, but they’re not. Also, I can’t wait for Halloween because these headcanons are going to be amazing. I am extremely sorry if there are grammar errors! Taking classes on Zoom is frustrating and now my brain has to relearn everything that I lost in 3 months! Before we get started, I have a few announcements.

This post is more laid back than my other headcanons because I tried to keep it as canon as possible.

I want to thank you all for 65 followers! It means a lot! I’m happy to see that a lot of you enjoy my writing and like it enough to follow me! I have a challenge for you! When I reach 100 followers, I will host some type of writing event here...but I need ideas. I’ve seen some pages do specials where you can send an ask and pretend like you're talking to a character and I respond with what they’d say. SEND ME IDEAS! I WILL CREDIT YOU!

I will be stepping back a little more than before. I’ll still be logged in and re-blogging but as far as writing posts like this...it may only be once or twice a week. You see, I’m in college and I’m struggling financially and I have to work on scholarships. If you all send me an ask, be patient.

Voltron posts will only be created based on asks. I will not be writing posts about VLD if no one requests them. I do not receive any feedback from it anymore and no one seems to like them.

Now, let’s get into the post.

Let's start with Illumi first.

Headcanon 1: Illumi has a secret admiration for different types of art but he specifically enjoys pop art and surrealism. He has commented on how surrealism makes his brain twist and his feelings swirl as he tries to figure out the piece and what inspires it.

He prefers not to participate in tours as he likes to digest the art at his own pace.

Headcanon 2: In his spare time, he paints on a canvas. His art style consists of both surrealism and abstract art. For a person with a dark personality, his compositions always contain bright colors and abstract techniques that leave you wondering about his TRUE personality. He is truly a good man with a bright personality but after being abused for so long, those behaviors/personalities have been shoved so far down his throat that they may not come back up.

He has a bad habit of asking you what you thought about every single piece of art you passed. The conversations were great but this is a date after all. The playful conversation slowly turns into a lecture about art. Although you loved your bf’s dictionary-like brain it also drained your energy.

One of his favorite artists is Vincent Van Gough. Although he favors surrealism, Van Gogh’s art style was mind-blowing to him. So amazed that he buys several Van Gogh t-shirts from the gift shop.

His favorite piece created by Van Gough is “Starry Night”.

He notices that you are becoming bored and decides that it is time for MORE excitement, one that you are certain to enjoy.

“Where are we going,” you ask, pretending to be interested.

“Down to the basement. We are going to have a bite to eat.”

Since Illumi rarely smiled, when he did smile it drove you wild. The anticipation of what his next move was going to be is what drove that wildness. Being a bounty hunter was thrilling already but dating a smart, badass assassin was totally out of your league but it worked out.

Headcanon 3: Illumi’s idea of being romantic is dramatically different from yours. He believes just spending time with you on the couch was enough. He is correct; but if you have the time and funds, your time together should be a little spontaneous. You insisted on dates outside of the house because his family will not stay out of your business.

“Illumi, I am too hungry for more trivia.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry. So am I. That is why I’ve decided to take you to a wine and cheese party.”

Huh? Wine and Cheese at 3PM? That’s ok. When was there a time limit on when you can drink alcohol?

Illumi has indirectly attended parties as such when he was 15 years old. He never drank, but he watched as his mother’s friends (surprisingly) talked about business and their children. This time, you weren’t going to talk about business for once. Instead, you two were going to actually talk about what couples discuss.

Headcanon 4: When introduced to alcohol for the first time, Illumi immediately stated how he hated brown liquor. That includes Hennessy, Jack Daniels, etc. It makes him sick to his stomach. He prefers to drink Smirnoff mixed with fruity drinks like strawberry or pineapple.

He loves it when you make these drinks for him on a summer day.

Hence the title wine and cheese, you both go to a stand-up table, place your brochures down, and actually have a wonderful conversation not involving work or hunting.

Illumi smiled a few times, more than usual. Whenever he appears to be softer even around you, that is because he has mellowed out and doesn't have the overbearing weight of his family on his shoulders. You set him free.

Hisoka

According to a one-shot that another manga artist created, they expressed that Hisoka was found on the side of the road, was taken in by someone that worked at a local circus, and learned Nen in a matter of days. Hisoka’s clown look and having the skills of a magician proves that this has to be canon in some way.

Headcanon 1: Given this potential backstory, going to a carnival is his go-to every summer. He wants to take you to a circus but saves that for you as an engagement gift.

Everyone with a heart knows that whether or not you’re in a relationship or not the carnival is fun as hell! Expensive fried food, elephant ears, funnel cake, ICEE’s, rides, and stuffed animals are to die for!

Being at a carnival relaxes him so his bloodlust isn’t activated unless someone bumps into him and causes a scene.

Headcanon 2: PDA is something that Hisoka does well; he doesn’t overdo it but does it enough where people get the impression that you are a couple and aren’t “best friends”.

While completing a mission depending on how rough it may be, he insists that you tag along to see how he handles the situation. You’ve already seen his ruthlessness from Hunter’s exam but he insists.

His sense of pride gets the best of him sometimes. Sometimes his head is so big that it reminds you of a large birthday balloon.

Headcanon 3: ANYWAY, given his nature, he is very adventurous, dangerous, and courageous. If he wants to go on the Demon Drop, he’ll do it and you DO not have a choice in the matter. He’ll tease or guilt trip you into doing something that you would not like to do.

“Well, you wouldn’t want me to cling on to someone else, would you?”

“No. Of course not,” you reply.

“Let’s go then, scaredy-cat.”

As a hunter, you’ve seen worse. Why are you so afraid to go on a ride?

Headcanon 4: At apple orchards, cornfield mazes are one of his favorites. You cannot for the life of you figure out how to get out but he can. He grabs a scarecrow and scares you from behind. That annoys you but is nothing compared to later on that night.

Oh. My. God. It’s haunted house time!

“Hisoka, I’m not going in!”

“Why not? I’ll protect you.”

“Because they’re monsters and I already have to deal with one.”

It took him a second to catch on that you were talking about him.

“That’s going to bite you in the butt, kitten.”

Headcanon 5: Like Killua, Hisoka has a sweet tooth. Don’t allow his buff appearance to fool you!

He LOVES caramel apples, elephant ears, funnel cake, freshly squeezed lemonade, fudge, and cotton candy. How can this man manage to stay in shape? The world may never know.

Headcanon 6: He isn’t one to play by other people’s rules but he sets his own rules with your relationship that you both must obey. One of those rules says that neither of you can be on your phones while together.

Headcanon 7: Hisoka insists that you both wear either matching pants or matching shirts to avoid unnecessary flirtation.

He isn’t jealous but on “us time”, he doesn’t want to lose a single second.

Headcanon 8: Hisoka only jumps in when necessary. Given that you’ve passed the hunter’s exam and work as a bodyguard, he knows you can handle your business. If the person can’t take a hint, then he steps in. They almost back up immediately considering Hisoka is towering over them.

When the moon shines, you both go to the car and off to sleep in your comfy king-sized bed.

Chrollo

We all know that Chrollo loves to read! What does he specifically like to read? What Genre? Does he like to read alone or with other people?

Although Chrollo is a thief and must be hidden in the shadows, the authorities have called off the search for him for at least 3 years. Slowly but surely, he begins to find himself in the outside world again.

Chrollo once discussed a book with the Phantom Troupe when they were being transported to another place for a mission. He read “Tears of a Tiger” by Sharon M. Draper.

The reading sessions are opened with an affirmation and a reason to be thankful to be alive. He says he is thankful for the troupe, glances at you, and smiles. No one catches on to that sly face except for Phinks.

Headcanon 1: Chrollo is very silent and shy to an extent. He only associates with people he knows and trusts. You are the social butterfly at this moment.

Chrollo tags along behind you like a shy child, holding your hand while you stick out your free hand to greet everyone.

Today, the book club was going to read “Divergent”.

Headcanon 2: Although he loves to read, he hates it when others read out loud. Most people are drably read and it annoys him. After a while, he takes over. Chrollo was tense the first 30 minutes of the meeting because two cops were there but neither of them noticed it was him.

Headcanon 3: Chrollo often acts the part of the character that he is reading in the book. His tone, attitude, and emphasis on certain words keep the group engaged. He is complimented on his acting!

“Good Job, honey,” you whisper.

He responds by tightly squeezing your hand.

His tone was so impressive that the host insisted that he read for the entire night. He was ok with that because in between reads he was often distracted by a lovely pair of jeans and shoes you had on. You were into writing, so hearing others read and act out the characters helped.

Headcanon 4: In some settings, Chrollo is very braggadocious. He insisted that the group read one of your stories so you could be provided with feedback.

“We’d be delighted to view your story, y/n!”

“It will be fun!”

The book club wasn’t a stereotypical club that only consisted of soccer moms but instead consisted of men and women who were involved with a business, law enforcement, health, etc. This was an open space for everyone to relax and forget about their demanding jobs.

After the meeting, the group went to dinner at a nearby pizzeria. You all enjoyed large pizzas, beer, salads, and dessert. How could your stomach (or anyone’s stomach) hold that much?

Chrollo laughed so much that it made you question if he was your actual boyfriend or not. He even engaged in conversations with the two off-duty cops! For once, you helped Chrollo experience the greater things in life; true love, friendship, and happiness.

“Thank you,” he whispered and slyly placed a kiss on your hand. “For everything.”

[justauthoring]

ACTS OF INTIMACY.

Prompt: Five acts of intimacy between you and Harry -- because those are the moments that truly count.

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count:1,899

1. THE FIRST TIME YOU HOLD HANDS.

Harry and you had just started dating. And while you were a good two weeks into your relationship, things still felt a little... awkward.

For lack of better wording.

It was mainly because the two of you had started out as friends. Really good friends. There was no one like Harry, and while the statement seemed plainly obvious, it was true. So much so, that you’d never had a friend like Harry and while the feelings for him had always been there, it felt entirely foreign and strange to act upon them.

Really, it was just you that found it strange.

Your time spent with Harry felt the same it always had; and it was that that made it hard to ever make any sort of acts of intimacy. He tried, of course he did, and he was always so respectfully understanding of when you shied away. Because you couldn’t help it.

Your stomach would erupt into butterflies and your heart would start pounding madly against your chest, and you shy away, turning your head to tuck your chin into your neck and hide your blushing cheeks away from him. And he’d just chuckle, pull back, and make some silly comment to ease your nerves.

But then the two of you are walking that one fateful day, and the entire time your eyes haven’t stopped flickering to his hands. You love his hands. And the urge to hold them has never been quite this great. Your feelings for him are starting to get the better of you and, of course, make more sense, and you’re no longer so confused between the line of platonic and not.

The sudden urge is just suddenly too great.

You subtly step towards him. Harry barely notices. And then your eyes flicker lower once again, and you feel your chest tighten in nerves even though the act is so simple and you know, you just do, that Harry won’t mind one bit. But thoughts are always hard to ignore, and you can’t help the way your insecurities slip past your defenses.

And then, then, his hand twitches and suddenly your fingers are threading through his own.

The moment stills, your eyes flicker upwards, meeting his own bright green ones which have turned to you in surprise at the touch. However, he catches the look in your eyes and his face eases, every bit of surprise fading, and his lips curve upwards and his eyes twinkle and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Harry this happy and it just warms your heart.

Knowing such a small act of holding his hands brought his this much joy.

He pulls your entwined hands towards his lips, pressing a kiss against the back of your own, and your stomach erupts in flutters.

After that, you always want to hold his hand.

And Harry doesn’t mind one bit.

2. YOU FORGOT YOUR PJ’S.

You’re spending the night at Harry’s.

It’s not the first time, but you’re definitely still getting accustomed to taking this next step in your guy’s relationship. You’ve been at his house plenty of times, you’ve even spent the night a time or two, but it’s a completely different thing going to his bedroom instead of the guest one and slipping under his covers instead of cold, strange ones.

Harry’s already in bed, waiting for you, when you realize you’ve forgotten a set of your own pajama’s. 

You purse your lips in thought, frazzled, and you’re starting to wish you’d taken up Harry’s offer in just leaving some of your stuff at his place. He’d used the excuse ‘well, you’ll be spending a lot more time here anyway’ and he wasn’t entirely wrong. 

Brushing back your hair, you slowly pull open the bathroom door, peeking your head into the bedroom. “Harry?” And his name leaves your lips in a soft, somewhat nervous whisper, finding his perched form on the bed already staring in your direction, as if he’d been waiting patiently (or maybe not so patiently) for you to come join him.

“Yeah, love?”

“I forgot some pajama’s.”

His eyes meet yours and his lips quirk into a smile. “You want to borrow a shirt of mine?” But before you even give him a proper answer, he’s standing up to grab you a shirt.

You purse your lips. “Only if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t, dove.” And there’s a pause, a moment of rustling in his closet, before he’s stepping towards you, a black shirt in hand. “Here.”

You accept it with a smile, excusing yourself for a moment more as you change quickly. When you step back out, in nothing more then Harry’s shirt now, Harry isn’t on the bed like you’d expected. You’re puzzled for a moment before a light gasp of surprise leaves your lips at the feeling of arms bounding round your middle. 

You’re swept off your feet in a quick, simple stride, and you don’t land back on your feet, but instead your back, on Harry’s bed with him towering over you.

“You look dashing, darling.”

And your cheeks warm, scoffing at Harry. “I’m just wearing a shirt, Haz.”

“Yeah, but,” and his eyes lower, smiling. “It’s mine.”

“It’s definitely comfy.”

“Well,” and his voice is deep, husky, moving to roll over until he’s next to you. He, however, doesn’t hesitate to pull you flush against himself still, cuddling tightly to you. “You can borrow a shirt anytime.”

And now, you don’t need pajama’s because you one way or another, end up just wearing one of Harry’s shirts to bed.

3. HIS HANDS ON YOUR WAIST.

You’re reading a book when the music starts.

And you blink, eyes flickering upwards in confusion, having been under the impression that you’d been alone, before you find Harry stood before you. He’s got a goofy grin on his face, and he’s twirling around on his feet as he slowly but steadily makes his way towards you.

“Harry,” you laugh, shaking your head. “What’re you doing?”

He reaches you by then, taking your hand in his own as your book slides off your lap, landing on the floor with a soft thud as you’re swept up to your feet. Another giggle of confusion but amusement leaves your lips as he starts gently guiding you back with him, the grin never fading from his lips. “We,” he corrects, “are dancing.” 

And then, you’re really swept off your feet as Harry pulls you flush against him with one simply tug, chest pressed against chest. His hands fall on your waist and you have no choice (though you’re not complaining) but to wrap your arms around his neck, laughing.

“Oh?” You question, raising a teasing brow. “I didn’t realize you were such an amazing dancer.”

“Haven’t you seen me perform on stage?”

He feigns hurt by your words and this time a loud, bellowed laugh leaves your lips as your head tilts back. Harry watches on with a fond grin, eyes softening with warmth as your laughter echoes about the room, masking the sound of the slow song he’d turned on for just a moment.

Harry could listen to you laugh for hours.

“When you’re not falling,” you shrug, “sure.”

“Hey!”

Shaking your head, your eyes crinkle with amusement. “So?”

And he blinks. “So?”

“Why’re we dancing?”

“What, can’t a boyfriend just want to slow dance with his girlfriend in the middle of their living room?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure he can.”

“Then,” he shrugs, tightening his grip on your waist. “That’s why.”

“Alrighty then,” you oblige, the grin never fading from your lips. “Spin me, Haz.”

And he’s all too quick to abide.

4. YOUR HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER.

You’d meant to have a movie marathon.

But somewhere along the way, maybe three, four hours in, your eyes had started to grow heavy and Harry’s comments started to lessen in between. His arm around your waist had slacked and your head kept tipping to the side as the urge to stay awake became harder and harder.

Eventually, and you’re not really exactly sure when, you finally lose the fight and your head falls against Harry’s shoulder, body relaxing. It’s a moment or two later, that Harry’s falls against your own, also asleep.

You awake at the credits rolling. You waking wakes Harry up. The both of you pull apart, blinking, confused for a moment, before your eyes turn to his.

“I think we fell asleep.”

You laugh gently at the grogginess of his voice, rubbing at your eyes. “I think we did too.”

A moment of pause echoes, you turn back to the tv. “I don’t even remember what movie we were watching.”

“Me neither,” Harry chuckles, pulling you closer. “I was out halfway through the second movie.”

“Was this three or four?”

“Four, I think.”

Another pause, your eyes drift to Harry. “We suck at all nighters.”

“And movie marathons.”

You laugh. “Should we head to bed?”

“As long as we cuddle.”

You stand, holding your hand out for Harry. “Well, of course,” you grin widely.

Because there’s not a night you two don’t cuddle.

5. EYES FROM THE CROWD.

It’s the first time you’ve been able to join him on tour.

You’re not sure whose more excited; you or him. He plans everything to a T. Making sure you have the best ‘seat’ available for his performance. He wants you to be able to see everything, ecstatic to perform for you, but he also wants to be able to see you amongst the crowd. He also wants to make sure you’re safe from the crowd.

Honestly, you think he goes a little above the beyond; but you don’t have the heart to tell him cause he’s just so excited.

And honestly, when the concert starts, you chide yourself on never having made more of an effort to join him on tour before. The entire night is magical. You’ve been to concerts before, but nothing beats the feeling of watching the man you love do what he loves; perform. His energy on stage in unbeatable and he seems to be on fire even more that night with you on crowd.

Your hearts warms and flutters and everything in between when he calls you out, dedicating a special song for you. Your favourite song of his.

He’s sung for you before. You’ve heard his songs before. But this is something you’ve never experienced, and Y/F/S just means something entirely different as you stare up at him, watching every little detailed of his lit-up, focused on face from your spot within the crowd. Watching the smile on his lips, watching the way his body moves to the beat, listening to how beautiful his voice sounds.

In disbelief that the song is just for you.

It feels like you’re in a dream.

And then his eyes meet yours and everything, everyone else seems to just fade away. The world goes crazy, the screams of the fans go away, and all you can hear is Harry, and all you can see is his eye staring back at you, full of love and warmth.

You never experienced something like it before.

Everything seems to just be said in his eyes, and no words need to be shared between either of you for the other to understand.

The moment is unlike any other.

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[nurse-buckley]

I’ll Always Come When You Call - Part 2 (I’m Coming)

Fandom: 9-1-1  Word Count: 1,509 Characters: Christopher Diaz, Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley, mentions of the firefam.  Warnings: mentions of hospitals and minor hospital procedures.  Summary: Buck and Chris make their way to the hospital to be there for him.  Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @pupandangelscoffee @winterreader-nowwriter​ @dayrin085​ 

Beta’d by the amazing @evanbuckos

Buck broke more than a few speed limits following the ambulance, but if he was honest, he didn’t care. He was a good driver, a safe driver and although he was being reserved with Chris in the seat next to him, he wasn’t going to let the ambulance out of his sight. 

Buck pulled up into the visitors parking, reluctantly letting the ambulance leave his sight as it pulled in front of the emergency room doors. The younger firefighter pulled into the space, practically throwing his door open before he ran to Chris’ side of the car. Still bundled up in blankets, Chris held out his arms, allowing Buck to lift him easily onto his hip. The pair ran towards the main entrance of the hospital, Buck not even fully waiting for the sliding doors to open before he pushed his way into the reception area. He approached the reception desk, his breathing heavy as he opened his mouth to explain himself to the receptionist. “I’m looking for my friend, he’s just been brought in, he’s my partner, we’re uh...firefighters, I-I’ve got his son here.” 

The receptionist could see the panic on the younger man's face. “Have you got a name?” 

“Diaz, Eddie Diaz.” 

The receptionist began typing in her computer, only pausing when she had the necessary information. “It looks like he’s still in the emergency room, they’re treating him right now, but if you take a seat I can get a nurse to speak to you when we have any news.” 

Buck nodded his thanks, holding Chris just a bit tighter as he made his way to the chairs he’s found himself in more times than he’d wished. Everytime waiting for news of his friends. He sat down on one of the hard chairs, moving Chris to sit across his lap, head on his chest. It was as comfy as the pair would get for now. 

Buck had thought Chris was sleeping until he felt a shift and a small sniff followed by Chris’ small voice, “is daddy going to be okay?” 

Buck squeezed the younger boy in his arms, pressing his lips to his head, he wasn’t sure who he was comforting more with the gesture. “I hope so bud, I hope so.” 

Not long after, much to Buck’s relief, Chris had fallen into a light sleep. He twitched, tossing and turning to get comfortable every now and then, but for the most part he was resting. Buck seized the opportunity to take out his phone, being careful not to jostle the younger boy, and texted the 118 group chat to see if anyone was awake. 

“What’s up Buck?” Came Bobby’s reply first. 

Buck didn’t hesitate in calling the captain’s number. Relief washed over him when the man he saw as a father answered on the second ring. “It’s Eddie…” Buck explained the situation, being cautious not to wake the sleeping boy in his arms. With the knowledge that Bobby would be there in the morning, Buck allowed himself to relax a little. 

Buck could feel the warmth coming off the younger boy the longer they sat cuddled together. He slowly unwrapped him from his blanket cocoon, hushing him gently as he whined against the loss of covering. “I know Chris, but we’ve gotta keep your temperature down,” Buck explained, placing his free hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.   

He wasn’t happy with warmth coming off of the younger boy. He cursed inwardly, remembering they had left in such a hurry he didn’t have time to grab the tylenol left on the side. He thought he could maybe text Bobby to bring some on his way to the hospital, but the thought was cut off as he saw a nurse approaching him. 

“Diaz family?” 

Buck waved his hand, not wanting to move the sleeping boy on his lap. The female nurse walked over, sitting in the seat next to him before he began to explain Eddie’s condition. “As you know, Mr Diaz wasn’t responsive when he came into our care, he’s still unconscious right now, but he’s resting. He was severely dehydrated so we’ve got him on IV fluids and are giving him medication to reduce his fever. You can come and sit with him if you’d like.” 

The younger firefighter leant in close to Chris’ ear, softly whispering, “hey buddy, we can go see your dad now.” 

The nurse led the two boys into the room Eddie had been assigned. Eddie lay on the bed, eyes closed, he wore a hospital gown, wires covered his body and he had cannula in the back of his hand and the crook of his arm. Buck noticed how vulnerable he looked, his skin still pale although with the fluids he could already see the improvement. A quick glance of his vitals showed Eddie was stable and Buck allowed himself to relax for the first time that night since he had received the panicked call from Chris.  

The nurse pulled up a chair close to the bed, allowing Buck to sit down. Despite knowing Eddie would be okay with rest and fluids, Buck knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until Eddie was conscious again. 

He was brought out of his thoughts when another nurse, who’d come in to change Eddie’s fluids out, spoke to him. “Do you want us to check your son over? He’s not looking well himself.” She knelt down in front of the two and placed a comforting hand on Chris’ forehead. He shifted slightly in Buck’s embrace in an attempt to move away from the nurse who now invaded his personal space. 

“He’s uh…” Buck paused in thought, “yeah, I mean, if it’s not too much trouble. I think he had some Tylenol earlier but his temperature’s rising again.” 

The nurse held out her hand out to Chris, expecting him to take hold but he only hid further into Buck’s chest and gripped him tighter.  

Buck moved Chris to face him, “you need to be strong and healthy to look after your dad, bud. I’ll come with you and be by your side the whole time, okay?” 

He let out a soft whine, the internal struggle of just needing to be in Buck’s arms but knowing his dad would want him to be healthy. Buck would have missed the small reply had he not felt Chris nod his head against him. 

“I don’t want to leave dad.”  

Buck began to wrack his brain to come up with any way he could try and convince the younger boy to leave his dad. If he was honest, he didn’t want to leave Eddie’s side either, but Eddie was in safe hands and he needed to be sure Chris was healthy too. 

To his relief, the nurse had said she could check him over and they would not have to leave the room. With some coaxing from both the nurse and Buck, and Buck being an impromptu test dummy for some of the exams Chris was reluctant to consent to, the nurse had given him a clean bill of health. He’d been given some more Tylenol, the cherry flavour, much to his dismay. 

By the time morning came, Buck was exhausted. He had managed to settle Chris down on a cot one of the nurses had brought in for him and all he could do now was wait. Bobby, Chim, and Hen had shown up, sending a text to Buck to let him know they were in the waiting room and to let them know if there was any change. 

Buck was beginning to nod off when he heard the shift from the bed next to him. 

Eddie startled with an inhale, “Where’s Chris?” 

Buck leaped from his chair, a hand on his shoulder to gently push his friend back. “Hey it’s alright, he’s fine, he’s right here.” He moved aside, allowing Eddie to see his son, soundly asleep on the bed by his side. 

The two were silent, Buck allowing Eddie to catch his breath as he gave a gentle pat to his friends shoulder.  

“You can’t do that to me...to Chris again,” he admitted. 

The confession from Buck didn’t escape Eddie. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I could have come round, could have taken Chris off your hands for a while, looked after you both if you would have asked.” 

“I didn’t want to bother you,” he admitted with a shake of his head.   

“Neither of you could ever bother me. You know I’ll always come when you call, that goes for both of you.” the younger firefighter smiled back. 

Buck sat back in the chair next to Eddie’s bed and a comfortable silence fell over the pair for a while. When he could see his friend fighting sleep, Buck decided to leave, allowing Chris and Eddie to rest. He stood up to take his leave, stopping only to stare at the two a moment longer before he left to update the rest of the team. 

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hello my love!!! I wondered if I could request something sexy and fun!! I was thinking of reader and Bucky being in a new relationship, they haven't had sex yet and he invites her to sleep over at the compound one night. Reader has like a boob sore so she can't wear a bra and sleeps in her tank top. morning after, Bucky wakes up first and sees her boob has fallen out of her top, he was trying to remain a gentleman but after seeing that he wants her? Hehe i love you and thank you for everything❤️

Morning Glory

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,412

Summary: Spending the night at Bucky’s for the first time has you very excited and a morning surprise really moves the relationship along...

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting this love! I had fun writing it and hope it makes you happy! This is real life and happens to me all the time, even when I wear those CK bralette thingies. Never fails. Now if Bucky was in my bed....well. haha! Love you! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: sweet fluff, light teasing and flirting, lots of kissing, Steve and Sam being themselves, implied sexy times :) 

Standing in your apartment you stare at your empty overnight bag, cursing your indecision. Bucky invited you to spend the night at his place, aka the Avengers compound, and you have no idea what to pack to wear for the night or bedtime or the next morning! You don’t normally sleep in a bra and you don’t want to just because you’re staying at his place. Rifling through your pajama drawer you find a cute blue tank top with matching boy shorts, deciding it works fine and will be comfy.

Stuffing it in the bag you search around for your toiletries, double checking you have everything you need before leaving. Bucky meets you outside and greets you with a searing kiss. It takes you a moment to catch your breath afterwards and you’re wondering how you’ll be able to control yourself when you share a bed tonight.

Bucky has been a gentleman from the moment you met and ever since you first starting dating, which wasn’t too long ago. It’s the first time you’ll be spending the whole night together and you’re feeling both excited and nervous. Of course, as soon as you’re in his presence you feel completely comfortable and happy.

The early part of your evening is spent cooking dinner together, Bucky suggesting you try to make a pizza. “Bucky, I’m not sure I can do the whole throw the dough in the air thing,” you say, staring down at the yeasty mixture. “Me neither but I’m gonna give it a try!” You giggle and step back watching as Bucky tries to pick up the sticky dough.

Once he has it in his hands, he gives you an apprehensive look before saying, “here goes nothin’!” He tries to throw it but fails when he doesn’t put enough force behind it. “Ok, here we really go,” he laughs. Bending his knees, he releases the dough. It flies just above his head, hovering for a split second before landing back on his hands and ripping.

Bucky stands in shocked silence and your hand flies over your mouth to stifle your laughter. He finally looks your way, his lips turning up into a smirk, “something you find funny, doll?” You can’t hold back any longer, bursting into a fit of giggles and pointing at him. “Oh my gosh, you should see your face!”

Bucky tries to wipe off his hands as best he can before he stalks over to you, caging you against the island with his arms. Your breath hitches at the closeness of his body and your hands instinctively reach out to smooth down his chest. “I wish I got that on camera,” you say, continuing to tease him, “and I think you have some dough in your hair.”

He leans his face close to yours, brushing the hair from your cheek, “hmmmm, I bet you do.” When his mouth meets yours you completely melt against him, a sigh falling from your lips as he parts them with his tongue. Running his thumb across your jaw he cradles your face in his hand, deepening the kiss just as a throat clears loudly behind you.

Bucky hesitantly pulls away, his eyes soft on you but then thunderous when they stare over your shoulder. “Rogers. You better have a good reason for interrupting us.” Steve raises his brows and chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest in a very Captain America way. “Hi y/n. Nice to see you again.” You give Steve a shy wave, “hi Steve, you too.”

“Actually, this time I do. I smelled something burning and figured I should check it out before the compound gets a shower.” Both you and Bucky spin to face the oven, the slight wisps of smoke starting to leak out the sides. “Oh shit,” Bucky shouts, quickly turning the oven off and alerting Friday that they have it under control. “THE COOKIES!” you yell in horror! “I can’t believe we forgot about them!”

Steve laughs first and you and Bucky can’t help but follow suit. “Well, if you didn’t have your tongues down each other throats you might have remembered,” Steve scolds before laughing again and walking off. “Ugh, I’m gonna kick him in his righteous ass,” Bucky mumbles.

Turning to you, he gathers you in his arms and says, “now, where were we,” pressing his lips to yours once again. You gently pull away just to ask, “what about dinner? And more importantly! Dessert!?” His nose scrunches as he smiles wide, “let’s just order a pizza and steal Sam’s Oreos. Yea?” You simply nod, leaning in to kiss him again.

“I heard you two were starting a fire in here!” Sam chimes from the doorway. Bucky groans, grabbing your hand and walking down the hallway without a word. “Hi y/n!” Sam says as he gives you his best smile. “Hey Sam! Good to see you!” you call out just before disappearing around the corner.

Bucky huffs as he shuts the door. “They can be such a pain in the ass sometimes!” You laugh and pull your phone from your pocket. “I’ll order the pizza; you snag the cookies and then we’ll have the rest of the night uninterrupted.” Bucky practically skips out the door when you start dialing for the pizza and only moments later you hear Sam yelling, “where the hell are you going with my Oreos?!?!”

Dinner is perfect and after eating a whole sleeve of Oreos dipped in milk you and Bucky settle in on the couch to watch a movie. Not even halfway through Bucky has you pinned to the couch, his lips devouring yours as his hands wander over your dips and curves. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away, breathing heavily when he speaks. “I want you so badly, but I want to do this the right way, you know.”

You’re barely able to manage the nod of your head, all your brain power gone with his strong body above you and his hands on your skin. You want to tell him you don’t care that you really like him and you’re ready to take the next step. But you don’t want to push him either, so you remain silent. He pulls you into his side, holding you close while you finish the movie.

It’s almost midnight and you stifle a yawn, snuggling closer into Bucky. “You ready for bed, doll?” You smile up at him, “yes, I think so.” You go into the bathroom to wash up and change. When you come out you watch as Bucky takes in your appearance, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes dark. “You’re not making this easy you know.” He plants a sweet kiss to your lips before he goes to change.

You get in bed and burrow under the covers, loving that you’re surrounded by his smell. He gets in soon after, pulling you against his chest and nuzzling his face into your neck. “I’m really glad you’re here baby girl. I love having you in my bed.” Throwing your leg over his you mumble into his chest, “me too, Buck.”

Morning arrives and you slowly wake up, the warmth of Bucky’s body still close as you stretch and yawn. You feel a slight chill at your chest, moving to pull the blanket further up your body but stopping short when you brush bare skin. Cracking open your eyes you look down and to your surprise see that your tank top did little to hold things in place while you were sleeping.

Bucky’s sharp intake of breath catches your attention and you look over to find him staring. “Morning beautiful,” he whispers, licking his lips. “Hi,” you say quietly, smirking at how hot and bothered he looks. “Sorry, I don’t usually wear a bra to sleep.” Bucky doesn’t say anything, he just keeps staring and you can see his internal struggle.

You slowly get up, fixing your shirt and running your hand over the hardness that is evident under his boxers. “Meet me in the shower in 2?” you ask sweetly, lightly brushing your lips to his. He practically falls out of the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs as he stumbles forward. “Fuck yes, doll. I can’t wait.”  You saunter to the bathroom, knowing full well half your ass cheek is hanging out of your boy shorts. Bucky’s low growl carries across the room, your smile triumphant just as you turn on the shower.  

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Smile Again Part 7

Aaron hotchnerx female reader

Masterlist | series masterlist

They finally kissed last chapter! Now what?

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Y/N was awoken the next morning from a very sweet and slightly steamy dream about a certain G-Man by her phone ringing with a call from JJ.

“Tell me you kissed!” JJ greeted as soon as Y/N picked up.

“Hello to you too Jayje” she laughed, blushing a little at her cousin’s question.

“What’s the news!?”

“Aren’t you hung over? Why are you so loud?” Y/N teased.

“Ugh answer me dammit!”

“We kissed” Y/N squeaked out.

“YESSSSSS” Jj yelled so loud Y/N had to move the phone away from her ear. “Ow that hurt! I guess I am hung over.”

“Aw poor baby I should let you go then” Y/N joked .

“Don’t you dare hang up that phone before you tell me what happened!”

“Your boss is an incredibly good kisser.” Y/N joked

“Ew when you put it that way it’s weird!” Jj laughed

“Oh okay I won’t tell you about it then.” She joked

“STOP IT!” Jj whined “who kissed who!” Her cousin asked, suddenly sounding further away and Y/N knew she was most likely talking to bother JJ and Will now.

“He kissed me” Y/N said

“I knew it!” She heard Jj shriek.

“But I told him to” Y/N admitted

“Ha” she heard Will yell while she heard JJ say “dammit”

“Okay Stop betting about my love life and take me off speaker phone now please!” Y/n said with a chuckle.

“Okay done” JJ said

“Jayje I really like him.” She admitted shyly.

“Well I’ve never known you to kiss people you didn’t like!” JJ joked and continued when y/n laughed. “I’m really glad you let him in Y/N/N”

“I’m still a little scared, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of being with him.”

“Eeeeee” Jj squealed before groaning about her head again.

The rest of the call was spent talking about their night after they had parted, and their plans for a girls day that Sunday.

Later that afternoon, Hotch was standing on the sidelines at Jack’s soccer practice getting grilled by none other than Dave Rossi in much the same way Y/N was by JJ.

“So you drove her home?” Dave asked.

“I did” Hotch answered before directing one of the players on kicking.

“They know how to kick Aaron stop stalling!” Rossi said turning to face him.

“ What do you want me to say?” Aaron asked, not looking away from the field.

“Have you kissed her yet?” Dave asked and watched as Aaron looked at him and then away with a telling smirk.

“Attaboy Aaron” he said patting him on the back before turning back to the game.

Aaron could barely focus on the rest of the game as he thought about his upcoming night with y/n and his son.

That night Y/N showed up to the Hotchner house as usual. They settled in and snuggled up a little closer than they had before. They were each on either side of jack again, but this time Aaron’s arm was over the back of the chair and Y/N and Jack were both tucked up under his arm. Jack didn’t seem to notice the change, and if he did, he didn’t seem to mind too much.

At the end of the movie, Jack and Y/N got up and were dancing around the room to the music that played with the credits. They pulled Aaron up with him and he quickly spun them both around in a silly dance move. Y/N was laughing and smiling so hard her face hurt. She scooped up Jack who giggled and said

“See Y/N, I told you that my daddy would be one of the people who made you smile again.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and blush a bit. “You sure did buddy, and you were right. Your daddy hasn’t stopped making me smile since I met him.” She said with a smile to a slightly flushed Aaron before tickling Jack’s sides “and neither have you mister!” Jack giggled and wiggled around in Y/N’s arms and Aaron joined in the tickle fight that lead to a full tickle battle.

When the tickle battle settled down Jack curled up into y/N’s side on the couch.

“You make my daddy smile a lot too! Even if he’s just talking about you.” Jack whispered, still loud enough for his father to hear.

She looked up to see Aaron with a small blush and a wide smile.

After a few more minutes of cuddles y/N and Aaron walked a sleepy jack back to his bed room to tuck him in. They each read him a story and kissed him goodnight. Before he fell asleep he triple checked that Y/N was going to come watch his soccer game in the morning, a plan they had made a few days before on the phone. After Jack was sound asleep the adults went back out the the living room.

Aaron poured them each a glass of wine and Y/N found them a TV movie to watch, this had become a habit after the first time. Aaron came to sit next to her, placing their glasses on the coffee table and taking her hands.

“He’s right you know, I smile a lot more since I met you” he admired with a smile.

“Does it scare the team?” She joked

“Only Dave and jj have caught me so far.” He laughed “well at least they’re the only two brave enough to call me out on it.

“Has Dave asked about us?” She asked curiously.

“Only every day” he huffed playfully

“Is he pro Y/N and Aaron or con?”she asked as she picked up her wine.

“You’re kidding right?“ he turned to look at her again.

“What?”

Aaron laughed and admitted “He’s been trying to get me to make a move since the day we met.”

“I have the best friend approval.” She cheered softly

“Yup” Aaron’s said and he leaned over to kiss her head

“And the son approval it would seem.” She continued

“Oh yeah, no doubt there!” He laughed

“Good.” She smiled before curling up into his side to watch the movie.

After a few minutes her head popped back up, “since I have everyone’s approval does that mean you can be my work out buddy like promised!” She asked

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask, join me on my run Wednesday? I have an early day Monday so I’m skipping” he smiled

“Wednesday is perfect” she smiled and kissed his cheek before snuggling in Closer.

Y/N must have had a long week because with in 15 minutes of snuggling up to Aaron, he heard her softly snoring against him. He smiled and relaxed next to her, falling asleep not long after.

A few hours later Aaron woke up confused, quickly smiling as he realized where he was and who was snuggled up next to him.

“Hey sweetheart.” He whispered as he shook Y/N softly.

“Hey,” she said groggily as she woke up. “what time is it?”

“About midnight, I fell asleep too. I was hoping you’d let me talk you into staying here, I don’t want you to have to drive this late.”

Y/N Nodded, smiling at his thoughtfulness “yeah, you have an extra comfy couch, I’ll get my go bag from my car.”

Aaron raised his Eye brow at the mention of a go bag.

“I started to carry one since I never know when jj will need me to take the boys” she explained.

“Smart, I’ll got get it.” He said as he took her keys to retrieve her bag.

When he came back in with her bag, she went to change. She came back to Aaron making up a bed on the couch.

“Thank you handsome, this looks so cozy.” Y/N said coming up behind Aaron and hugging his waist from behind.

“Mm-mm this is for me, you take the bed.” Aaron argued, turning around to hug her back.

“No way!”

“Yes way” he smirked “what kind of gentleman would I be to have you sleep on the couch?”

“The one with a son who would be rather confused if he woke up with a nightmare to find me in his fathers bed instead of him.” She said smiling.

“He’d be fine.” Aaron assures.

“I really don’t want to take your bed Aaron, you take your bed and I’ll be cozy out here. maybe I could borrow a sweatshirt though? I forgot mine? If I get scared I’ll know where to find you.” She smiled.

“Good” he kissed her head. “I’ll grab you a sweatshirt. And Y/NI’m serious about that though, if you need me come get me okay?” He asked as he pulled her close.

“I will, it’s nice to have you so close” she smiled, “I could get used to it.”

“Me too” Hotch whispered as he kissed her head.

“Good night Aaron, I really really like you” Y/N said as she pulled him in.

“I really really like you Y/N, good night sweetheart.” He leaned in and kissed her sweetly.

Aaron brought her a sweatshirt that she slipped on. She snuggled up with a happy smile and fell asleep wrapped in the scent of the man she was quickly falling in love with.

Y/N was not a stranger to nightmares, neither was Aaron. That why when he heard her sniffle in his doorway at about 2 in the morning he knew exactly what was wrong.

“Nightmare?” He asked

She nodded and shuffled closer to his bed.

He scooted over and lifted the covers before she climbed in.

She snuggled in close to him and took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around her. She opened her mouth to apologize, tell him she felt stupid for running to him like a child, tell him he deserved better. Then she thought about what he’d say, that he wanted to be there for her, he cared, he wanted her. So instead of saying she was sorry she turned towards him to and wrapped her arms around his wait, settling her head on his chest before looking into his eyes and whispering “Thank you Aaron”

“Always Y/N” he answered and kissed her softly before they both fell into a more peaceful sleep than either had in a while.

She woke up early the next morning to Jack poking at her face.

“Daddy said to wake you up for breakfast!” Jack whispered, very close to her face.

“I didn’t tell you to poke her in the face bud.” You heard Aaron chuckle from the hall.

“That’s okay, I’ll get him back” she laughed as she lunged forward to scoop him up and tickle him.

“DADDDDDY! Helpppp!” He squealed

“You need help?” Aaron asked sarcastically as he came over and started tickling them both.

“Is this helping?” He joked

“Nooooooo” Jack giggled

“STOPPPP” y/n squealed

“Okay okay lets go eat breakfast goofballs” Aaron smiles rolling over and taking jack with him.

“Mmm that sounds good but firstttt...” she leaned over and whispered into Jacks ear.

“What are you two up to?” Aaron asked laughing.

“GET HIM” Y/N yelled as they both lunged at Aaron tickling his sides as his laugh bellowed through the room.

“Heyyy! Okay okay! Breakfast is getting cold!” He giggled as he pulled away from them and kissed both their heads.

He smiled as he watched Y/N scoop up Jack and carrying him to the kitchen laughing. Oh yeah, he could get used to living like this. To be honest he already is used to it, he was officially in love with this woman. He knew they had to go slow but he couldn’t help how he felt.

The three of them ate breakfast together, laughing and talking about Jack’s upcoming soccer game.

At the game, Y/N stood on the sidelines cheering and routing Jack on as Aaron and Rossi coached The team to victory.

“You’ve got yourself a keeper there Aaron.” Dave said looking over at Y/N cheering loudly.

“I don’t have her, not yet at least... but you’re right, she’s definitely a keeper.”

“Do you see that girl?” Rossi asked.

Aaron smirked “can’t stop looking.”

Dave laughed “it might not be official Aaron, but you definitely have her... and she has you.” He said before walking away to help the team parents to set up snacks. Aaron couldn’t help but think about what he said, he did have her didn’t he? God he loved that thought.

Y/N went over to the snack table to help Dave and Aaron while the kids all rehydrated and celebrated their win.

“Hey great job today coaches!” She smiled as she gave Dave a hug.

“Hey tesoro” Dave said “glad to see you.”

“You too Dave”

“Hey you” Aaron said as he walked over to her, followed by a blond who didn’t look too happy when he hugged Y/N.

“Hey Aaron, great job today.” She said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Jack was playing extra great for you.” He smiled before they heard the blonde lady clear her throat behind them.

“Oh Y/N this is Margret James, Jack’s friend Liam’s mom.”

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” Y/N said as she reached her hand out.

Margret looked at Y/N and weakly shook her hand.

“ Hi” she turned quickly to Aaron “so are you and Jack in to come to our house Friday?” She asked flirtily as she touched his arm.

Y/N turned to look at Dave who rolled his eyes and shook his head as if to say ‘she’s annoying don’t worry about it.’

Aaron moved away and said, “sorry we aren’t free Friday, thank you though.”

Margret walked away dejectedly as Aaron turned to take Y/N’s hand to go celebrate with Jack.

Dave smiled as he watched Aaron and Y/N scoop Jack up in a hug, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw his good friend so happy.

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What Would You Do If I Told You I Love You? (Ben Hardy x Reader) - Part Six 2/2

A/N: holy crap didn’t realize how long this part was 😅

Warnings: None just fluff ...and some needy Ben 😏

Summary: Basically Ben dating a fan

“Baby please?” Ben pouted as he propped himself up on his elbow again laying on his side, his bottom lip so low it could’ve hit the floor.

“Tomorrow once Joe has gone home” You smiled, brushing Ben’s hair out of his face.

“Pretty please?” Ben played the puppy eyes, fluttering his lashes and making you laugh.

“I’ll make you a deal, we can have a make out session but...” You hesitated. 

“But what?” Ben looked at you a little scared.

“First you have to tell me what you were thinking about” You grinned as Ben fell back into his pillow with a loud groan “Shh you’ll wake Joe”

“It better be a good make out session” Ben pretended to grumble as he lifted his arm up for you to snuggle into him “and you better not fall asleep on me”

“I can’t promise anything but I’ll try my best” You laughed as you nestled into Ben’s chest, your arm draped across his belly “Now please tell me?”

“You really want to know?” Ben teased as he ran his fingers through your hair, playing you at your own game.

“Don’t you start Jones!” You looked up at him with your nose screwed. 

“Alright fine, I was thinking about us, our future” Ben finally started to open up. 

“What about our future?” You asked, desperate to keep the conversation going.

“Wow you are full of questions tonight” Ben chuckled as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head “I was thinking about things like our wedding and what our house will look like? I mean we can’t stay here forever especially if we have kids”

“Kids huh? How many were you thinking?” You asked, Ben’s words were like music to your ears. 

“I’d like two, a girl and a boy preferably although as long as they’re happy and healthy that’s all that really matters ...obviously that’s if you want kids” You felt Ben’s fingertips squeeze your side as he spoke.

“I want everything you just told me” You looked up at him as he pulled you in closer “I can’t wait to start our future together”

“We‘ve already started my love” Ben chuckled quietly “Hey I’ve done my side of the deal...”

It was the early hours of the morning, neither of you even close to falling asleep, Ben had held his end of the deal by telling all what was on his mind and now it was time for your part. Deciding to wind your fiancé up even more you remained still, leaving a few seconds of silence before making gentle snoring sounds which Ben was not impressed with. 

“Oi! I know you’re not asleep” Ben chuckled as he tickled you under the duvet, breaking your act as you wriggled around “You promised?”

“Alright alright” You giggled as Ben came to a stop.

“Please” Ben couldn’t help but beg a little in hopes you’d give him more than you promised. 

“You know you could just wait till later” You spoke softly as you placed a kiss to Ben’s lips and down his neck feeling him tense up beneath you.

“Stop it!” Ben’s voice dropped lower as he muttered, your hands slowly moving down his body and stopping at the top of his underwear. 

“What? You could wait and then you can do what you want with me?” You teased a little more as Ben’s arms snapped around you tightly as his lips smashed against yours. 

“You’re such a tease” Ben smiled as you trailed your hands back up his body to cup his face. 

“You love it though” You smirked before placing another gentle kiss to his lips.

“What have I done to you? What happened to the shy innocent girl I met in the coffee shop?” Ben smiled, talking between kisses.

“I think you’ve corrupted me” You replied, running your fingers through Ben’s hair as he chuckled. 

“I think I may have” Ben spoke quietly as you nuzzled your nose in his neck, placing kisses as you felt his hips push against yours and a not so quiet moan escaped his lips “Oops”

“Shh!” You giggled as you placed a finger against his lips to keep him quiet. 

“Shit I hope Joe didn’t hear that” Ben chuckled with you still wrapped tightly in his arms. 

“I did!” You heard Joe shout from down the hall sending you both into a fit of laughter.

“I knew you were desperate but not that desperate” You wound Ben up a little more, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red “You failed your own challenge”

“Well you know I have no self control around you” Ben spoke quietly. 

“You are terrible” You giggled “on that note I think it’s time we went to sleep”

“Fiiine” Ben grumbled as you turned over to get comfortable.

“Goodnight my love” You yawned as Ben’s arm snuck around your waist pulling you against him as his body conformed to the shape of yours.

“Sweet dreams” Ben mumbled as he made himself comfy behind you “I love you”

“I love you too Ben” You smiled as Ben squeezed you a little.

After a few moments of silence and falling on the edge of unconsciousness you woken again.

“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” Ben tried to push his luck one more time as you laughed quietly.

“Go to sleep Ben!” You laughed as you gently placed your hand on top of his, softly moving your thumb to soothe him.

“It was worth a try” Ben chuckled quietly in your ear before placing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep once you had gotten comfy. The warmth of Ben’s body against you was always soothing, the slight pressure of his arm wrapped around you was calming and the subtle sounds Ben made as he slept was enough to make you fall asleep almost instantly. After all in Ben’s arms is where you feel most safe.

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Pumpkin Spice and All Things Nice. Part 2.

Triggers: Mentions of sex where consent was not given, drinking (alcohol), swearing, smoking, mentions of rape, women being drugged, mentions of physical abuse

A/N: Very graphic/angst in the middle bebehs, but as always, a fluffy ending to the part! Part 3 will be more angst and fluff.

You giggle in Spencer’s arms after a steamy make out session on the sofa, both of you are a bit drunk now. “Can I kiss you again? Your lips taste like sour patch kids.” Spencer slurred. “Yeah pretty boy.” You giggle and kiss him which Spencer quickly deepens. You stop the kiss, “Spence?” You ask him. “Yeah?” Spencer asks, realising you are being serious. “Is it okay, if we don’t have sex straight away? The guy I dated, the one I told you about earlier, we had sex without my consent, he’d drug me and do horrible things to me that I don’t remember. I trust you; I really do, I want to have sex with you but when I’m ready. Is that okay?” You ask looking away from him, embarrassed. “Hey... Look at me.” Spencer gently moves your head back to him as you look at him again, “Of course that is okay Y/N. I’d never make you do anything you are uncomfortable with. I promise. Well, you may be subject to me looking around for my mis-matched socks all the time, and me causing a scene if I can’t find them, but that’s it.” He assured you and kissed your forehead. You nod, smiling. “Thank you. Can we cuddle maybe? Get a few drinks on the table and watch a film. I’m thinking Little Shop of Horrors.” Spencer looks at the time, 6PM. “Oh, do you have plans?” You ask. “Is it late?” “No, neither. I’m just thinking of what to have for dinner.” Spencer smiled “Of course we can cuddle. I may be a germaphobe, but I can make an exception for you.” He said opening his arms which you cuddled into once you set the drinks on the table. “Shall we order a takeaway? I really fancy chicken alfredo and garlic bread.” You smile “Sure. I’ll place an order.” Spencer smiled doing the order, as well as ordering himself a Lasagne and some desserts for you both then went back to cuddling you. The film finishes

“I’ve never seen that film before, I really enjoyed it.” Spencer smiled at you. “I’m so glad you did – sorry I sang at every song.” You giggle “That was the best bit.” Spencer smiled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. You roll your eyes, knowing your singing was awful, “I’m going to have a smoke on the balcony. As comfy as you are, I need to stretch my legs. You’re welcome to join me though.” You say getting off the sofa and stretch your legs whilst walking to the balcony. Spencer got up, “Can I wrap my hands around your waist?” He asked “Yes. Thank you for checking first.” You say putting your hands on his once he has put his hands on your waist. “Is this okay?” You ask him. “Mhmm.” Spencer says nuzzling his head into your neck. The rest of the evening, you and Spencer had Italian food, watched another film and he left the following morning. Two days later and you’re back in work.

“She’s here.” Emily says to J.J and Penelope, as they chat around the coffee machine. “Morning bitches.” You say to them with a smile, making a reference to your work chat with you, J.J, Emily and Penelope appropriately called ‘FBI Bitches’ which was Emily’s idea. “Sooooo… How was the date?” J.J asked “I’m fine thanks for asking.” You say, sarcastically but end up laughing. “The date went really well actually. We went to the Pumpkin Patch, went back to my place for a film, got drunk, made out, he did ask for my consent and had some Italian food, then had a few smokes & Spencer stayed over, but insisted on taking the sofa. No sex.” You say, truthfully. “Aww. That’s so cute.” Penelope smiled smooshing your cheeks. “You made out?!” Emily asked, “Get you girl. I’m glad Spencer asked for your consent.” She said handing you a coffee which you gladly take. Meanwhile at Spencer’s desk “So, how did the date go kid?” Rossi asks Spencer. “It was so great – we went to the pumpkin patch, went back to Y/N’s where we watched Little Shop of Horrors, had takeaway, smoked, got a bit drunk.” Spencer said, with a wide grin on his face. “Oh, and we made out.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “You made out? My man.” Morgan said wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ll get you some fancy Cuban cigars.” Rossi smiled “Do you think she’s the one?” Hotch asked the doctor. “I think so, she’s still a little broken but I think I can pick up the pieces.” Spencer admitted, as he watched you chatting to your girlfriends with a smile on your face.

 4 months later, or 15 dates later… You and Spencer are on your 15th date, this time at an old market town that sells Vintage Books near his flat, you stayed over last night and had sex for the first time. “See anything that takes your fancy?” You ask Spencer, last week you told the team you are now a couple and you are the happiest you have been in a long time. “I fancy you.” Spencer said putting his arms around your waist as you snuggle into him. “You here alone?” He asked “I’m with my boyfriend.” You giggle, still not used to saying the word. “I’m sure he won’t mind if I take you hostage for the day.” Spencer said kissing your cheek as you continued to look at the stalls together whilst holding hands. “Don’t you think it’s cool that soon you won’t be the only Doctor on the team?” You ask “Yeah. You’ll be resident genius.” Spencer smiled “You’ll always be resident genius. I’ll be Doctor Agent Y/S/N aka resident coffee addict.” You smirk, always being the first to the coffee machine in the mornings, having more coffee than anyone else on the team and pick up a book, starting to read it. Spencer laughs, “I can live with that.” As his phone rings. “Dr Spencer Reid.. Yes.. Okay.. I understand.. We’re on our way.” He says and hangs up. “Case?” You frown, putting the book down read cover to cover whilst Spencer was on the phone. “Case.” Spencer said, “Wait you read that in 2 minutes?” He asked “Yep. Let’s roll pretty boy.” You smile and tell him about the book in the car.

“I was just surprised you can read quicker than me.” Spencer says as you walk into the conference room holding hands. “I don’t think I can.” You shrug. “You want to bet?” Spencer smirked “Not a chance Vegas.” You say, “Last one I lost, I had to buy you coffee for a whole day. I’m not losing $20 again.” “Let’s set you both a challenge, read all of the Harry Potter books cover to cover. We’ll time you both. As a team we will bet on who will win from the two of you, and the winner from you and Spencer takes the money sharing it with who said you will win.” Rossi suggested. You look at Spencer and shrug, “Deal.” “Deal.” Spencer smiled squeezing your hand gently under the table. Everyone besides you and Spencer took their bet, putting yours or Spencer’s name on a piece of paper with it paperclipped to a $20 bill. “Have you done bets on us before?” You ask “No.” Everyone said all too quickly and looked at the screen as JJ started to go through the case “Y/N, you’ve been awful quiet. You okay kiddo?” Rossi asked “The un-sub you are after is my ex-boyfriend.” You say as Spencer holds your hand under the table again which you quickly back off from. “What? How do you know buttercup?” Penelope asks you softly You get up taking the control of the screen from J.J and point to some photos, “Penelope, look away.” You warn her. “See these puncture wounds on their shoulders? They were drugged. I was drugged, raped and they had the same thing happen to them, but they ended up dead. I just ended up naked and not remembering what happened. Also, you are all thinking it but haven’t said it, but all the women look like me.” You say noticing their glances then explain what he did to you. “Also, they have similar beatings to what I had.” You say. “Y/N, if you want to not work the case…” Aaron begins “Fuck that.” You say bluntly. “I’m putting him away for this. He wants to get to me… well this is the last time he does.” You say, a lot stronger now, and have even been training with Derek after work. “Well, you certainly fixed her pretty boy.” Derek whispered to Spencer “Yeah, she’s really got back to being herself these last 4 months, 3 days, 12 hours and 6 minutes.” Spencer smiled “Not like you are counting.” Emily said to Spencer “Wheels up in an hour.” Hotch said, “And Y/N, if it comes to it, I want you to take him down.” “The pleasure will be all mine.” You say, and walk over to Spencer, “Ready love bug?” You ask him holding your hand out to him, which he takes rubbing your hand softly and kissing it. “You’re such an idiot.” You laugh “Your idiot.” Spencer smiled as you walked to your desks to get your go bags. On the plane “I didn’t realise he’d moved to California.” You whisper to your girlfriends as Spencer is curled up in a ball, asleep in your arms. “Where did you think he’d be?” Emily asked “In a dumpster or a skip.” You shrug as you all laugh quietly. “How are things with you and Spencer?” J.J asked “Great actually. We had sex for the first-time last night.” You admit. “How was it?” Emily asked “Amazing, but he did think he’d get me pregnant despite taking all the precautions.” You chuckle at him snoring softly and kiss his forehead gently. “He got up an hour before me to get me breakfast in bed from my favourite diner near his flat. I think he’s a keeper.” J.J and Emily look at each-other and smile, happy for the both of you and all try to get some sleep on the plane. You don’t end up getting any, as you are thinking of how you will take your ex-boyfriend down should it come to it. “We’re here pretty boy.” You say waking Spencer up quietly as he slowly gets up and ruffles his hair. “Sorry, did I sleep the whole time?” Spencer asks, “You must have a leg cramp.” “Worth it. You’re adorable when you sleep.” You smile, yawning and stretching your leg. “Did you get any sleep?” Spencer asked you as you all get off the plane. “None.” You say biting your lip, “I’ll be on the coffee when we get to the police station so don’t worry.” You say having a cigarette whilst you wait for the car to pick you and the team up. “Anyone want one?” Spencer and Rossi take one from you, knowing this week you won’t get much sleep during the case. “You going to be okay kiddo?” Rossi asks “Yeah, I may get snappy and angry though so I’m sorry in advance guys.” You say exhaling from your cigarette. “No need to apologise Y/N. We know this week will be hard for you.” Hotch said Emily and JJ nod, “We’ll kick his ass.” “I’ll kick his doors in.” Morgan smirked You just laugh at your family, and just as you finish your cigarette, the car arrives to pick you all up.

Part 3 coming soon!

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[devil-in-those-eyes]

Duchess of the Kooks- JJ Maybank

Okay, so if i’m really honest, I had tried doing this imagine different ways and i’m worried you guys wouldn't like it. It’s turning into maybe 2 or 3 parts, depends on if you guys enjoy it. I’m really hoping you do though. 

This part is taking over episodes like 4 and 5 just for reference. Pls be nice, i’m taking a risk with this and again, super worried and nervous. 

Warnings: Uh... some cursing, I think? 2.9k, she’s a long one.

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           “Listen, when I agreed to coming to this movie night, I didn’t agree to Little Topper joining us.” JJ said after you and Kiara walked out of her dad’s restaurant and saw the two boys hanging around the back.

           Kiara groaned while you glared at JJ, “I have a name, jackass.”

           JJ faked a sarcastic smile and tilted his head while his hands hung on his hips. “I think Little Topper fits you perfectly. You are the baby sister, after all.”

           “JJ, seriously?” Kiara said. “Why can’t you be friendly for once?”

           You watched JJ as he looked at Kiara. For a split second, you saw his shoulders waver in the tension but then he remembered that you were there and stared at you. Hatred was a bit strong for the emotion that filled his eyes, but it was close to it and sadly, you couldn’t really blame him. Your older brother had been nothing but an asshole to JJ and his friends and tensions were only getting worse since the Boneyards, except JJ had a problem with differentiating between you and Topper. To JJ, you were still Topper’s little sister. You were nothing like him but because you shared the same last name and dirty blonde hair, you were classified as shitty as him. And it angered you, to no end.

           “Let’s just get through tonight without murdering one another,” Kiara said, waving her hands downwards, in attempt to motion keeping peace. She stared at JJ, “but if you’re gonna continue being rude, then see ya.”

           Your eyebrows lifted, a small smirk touching your face and waiting for JJ to back down and walk away. Your dream for tonight was for him to get lost, but he’d never give you that satisfaction. It was a nasty game between the two of you, stare long enough to see who would back down first. This little competition always gave you butterflies, not the ones that gave you delicious swarms of nerves but butterflies that flew around with red hot wings. It was rare JJ ever backed down and neither did you. Keeping his light blue eyes on you, he held up his hands. “Whatever you say, Kie.”

           “Can we go now?” Pope asked.

           “Yes,” Kiara answered and moved around you. She shoved JJ’s shoulder and knocked his focus off of you, “get in the freaking jeep.”

           JJ grumbled something, earning a smack from Kiara as you guys put the foldable chairs in the back of your jeep, along with the blankets you had put in there this morning. You got into the drivers seat with Kiara in the passenger seat and the boys in the back, you could feel JJ’s heated gaze drilling a hole into the back of your head but you ignored it and started driving to where the island was hosting their weekly movie night.

           Kiara went on to talk to the boys, turning in her seat to look back at them. You didn’t blame JJ and the boys for being hesitant around you, you just wished that they gave you a chance to prove that you were nothing like Topper. You hated your last name, nothing good came out of being known as the duchess of the kooks because it put you up there with the kook king, Topper and kook princess, Sarah Cameron. It was solely because of your last name, not because you were friends with Sarah or hung out with her and Topper’s friends. You were actually a loner, not hanging around anyone because your haven’t found your place on the island. Kiara had tried getting you to hangout with her and her three guy friends, but it was hard. JJ with his stupid blue eyes, mop of blonde hair and snarky comments, Pope was just hesitant to say anything around you. John B was more neutral, didn’t dislike you but wasn’t the biggest fan and you chalked it up to him being friendly to everyone that smiled his way.

           The only reason behind you going to the summer movie night with Kiara was because she begged, did the whole round eyes, jutted out bottom lip until you finally agreed. You needed to get out anyways, avoiding home by hanging out at the beach was getting a little boring. You knew that home was about to be less stressful because your Uncle Mac was flying in tonight and your uncle made it all better. He left the kook and pogue life when he was in his early twenties, he dropped the whole suit and tie and country club for his surf board and ripped up jean shorts. Your dad thought of your uncle as the black sheep of the family, whereas you thought he was the best person to walk the earth.

           “Yo, what happened to your face?” Kiara asked Pope, pushing his hat up after you pulled into a parking spot and got out of your car, grabbing the blanket and beach chairs for you and Kiara, Pope and JJ grabbing theirs.

           “Nothing,” Pope said, “knocked my head on dad’s boat.”

           You looked up at Pope and felt guilt fill your stomach. That was a blatant lie. You didn’t officially know what happened between the boys, but this morning you watched someone pull Topper’s Malibu from the water. It had sunk over night and right before you left for work you heard Topper and Rafe talk about how it was all Pope’s fault.

           “You beat his ass and he sunk my boat.” Topper hissed.

           “You didn’t exactly sit there and twiddle your thumbs, now did you.”

           Rafe and your brother jumped Pope and Pope fought back. If Topper hadn’t of nearly killed John B and Topper and Rafe hadn’t of jumped Pope, then Pope wouldn’t have taken matters into his own hands. You just prayed that the two boys and Kelce went to a party tonight instead of come here, looking for Pope.

           “Clutz.” Kiara commented as we all headed to the lawn where people were getting ready for the movie. You caught the eyes of JJ and could see it in his eyes, your brother bashed my friends face in and your heart plummeted. This was exactly why you didn’t like being a Thornton.

           “Aren’t you glad I made you guys come?” Kiara asked as she found the spot she wanted, right in the middle, not too close to the front but also not right in the back.

           “Ecstatic,” Pope said sarcastically, making a small smile touch your face as you and Kiara laid the blanket and set up your chairs.

           JJ cleared his throat, “my couch was pretty comfy, I’ll be honest.”

           “Wanna grab sodas, Kie?” I asked her, nodding my head to the small concessions stand near the back entrance of the country club.

           Kiara nodded, “We’ll be back.”

           The boys were in their own world, talking to each other, that they didn’t bother answering her. Kiara turned to me and rolled her dark eyes, “morons,” she muttered as we headed to the concessions stand but then an older woman called out to her. She grumbled unhappily but smiled while saying through gritted teeth, “I’ll be back.”

           I huffed with a laugh and walked up to the stand. The guy smiled at me so I returned it, “three Pepsi’s please.”

           He dished out the amount and I fished through my back pocket for my cash. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the kook duchess,” Rafe said, coming up to you. Your heart stilled in your chest as you realized that the only reason why Rafe would come here would be to cause trouble with Pope and JJ.

           Disgust rolled through you as he smiled, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile back. As soon as Topper started seeing Sarah, your mom got it in her head that you being with Rafe would be this amazing thing. You nearly vomited right then and there.

           “Rafe,” you answered, accepting your change while the guy went to grab three sodas for you.

           “How are you?” He asked, still smiling while ignoring the look on your face. “been a while.”

           “Fine,” you said, happy to see the guy returning with your drinks. You grabbed them and gave one last look to Rafe, “bye.”

           “Not so fast,” Rafe said, gripping your forearm and pulling you back to face him. He leaned down an inch or so and searched your eyes, “I see you came with the pogues, why don’t you come back and sit with me and your bro, where you belong?”

           You didn’t belong anywhere. You didn’t think you belonged on this island, let alone with your brother and his friends. You tried to shake off his arm but he held on tighter, “what would your mom think? Hanging out with the bottom feeders?”

           “The hell does it matter to you?” You asked.

           “Hey, what’s going on, let her go, Rafe.” Kiara said, coming out of nowhere and grabbing a hold of Rafe’s arm that was still holding onto you.

           Rafe slowly let go of me and smirked darkly at Kiara and I, “good, you’re here too.”

           “Get lost, Rafe.” Kiara said, rolling her eyes and touching my elbow.

           “Tell your boy that we know what he did,” Rafe said as you two took a step away. Your face paled but Kiara’s played neutral.

           “Sorry, what boy are you talking about?”

           “He’ll know.” He answered, his jaw clenching.

           Kiara scoffed and turned us. We began walking away as Rafe called out behind us, “bye!”

           “Douche,” Kiara called back where as I flipped him off. “What the fuck was that about?”

           Kiara had no idea that Rafe and Topper jumped Pope, or about sinking Topper’s boat. I hadn’t said anything because it wasn’t my place and if I did tell her and she went to the boys, JJ would claim I was sticking my nose where it didn’t belong.

           “I can’t believe your mom wants to marry you off to that douche.” Kiara grumbled unhappily as we walked quickly back to our seats. When we reached the boys, I sat down and handed Pope and JJ their drinks. “Just saw Rafe,” Kiara said and Pope’s eyes went wide. “he said, and I quote, tell your boy we know what he did. What is that?”

           “Um,” JJ drawled out as Kiara sat between me and Pope. “Where is he?”

           Kiara looked over her shoulder, “there.”

           Pope whirled around and JJ casually followed. I looked over my shoulder to see Rafe standing with Topper and Kelce, drinking from plastic cups. “Great, the whole death squad.” Pope said, his voice going a bit higher than normal.

           “Don’t stare,” JJ said.

           Rafe blew a kiss my way. I gave a pretty fake smile and flipped him off while mouthing, fuck yourself. His eyes instantly hardened as I turned around but as I did, I noticed JJ watching me with narrowed eyes. I gave him a what the hell you looking at shake of my head and he looked down at Pope.

           JJ started talking to Pope about if they corner him, he was coming out swinging. Pope agreed but JJ lifted his tan backpack, “if that doesn’t work, I got this right here.”

           “Oh, my god,” Kiara whispered as Pope rambled on, something about staying in school? “Please, tell me you did not bring a gun here, JJ, there are kids here.”

           “No, I didn’t bring the gun, everything’s fine, Kie.” JJ answered, playing cool.

           “Wow, thank you. That’s really convincing. I love that, JJ.”

           “Wait,” I held up my hand, shaking my head. “When did you buy a gun?”

           “You’ve missed a lot,” Pope whispered.

           “None of your business, Y/N.” JJ answered swiftly.

           I scoffed, licking my bottom lip and facing forward. Kiara ignored him and leaned closer to her two friends, “Founding principle, you guys. No secrets amongst Pogues. What is Rafe talking about?”

           “Kie,” Pope leaned in, “it might go down tonight.”

           “might go down tonight? What did you all do?”

           JJ whispered something, but I was too annoyed with him to listen. Kiara faced forward and I could feel the anger rolling off of her, still having no idea what the hell Rafe was really talking about. As the sun started to set and the night took over, the announcer said in ten minutes they’d start the film.

           Kiara looked over at me, “Why do I have the feeling you know?”

           My eyes ripped towards her as Pope and JJ looked at us as well, “I don’t.”

           “You’ve been acting weird all day,” Kiara said, turning to shield the boys from me. “What do you know?”

           “Nothing,” I exclaimed. I motioned to JJ, “he’s been a dick all night, sorry if I’m sick of his crap.”

           I mean… it wasn’t a total lie but Kiara bought it and faced forward. When she did, I caught the eyes of Pope, who slowly faced the white screen as well, but then JJ’s eyes stayed on me. Yes my mind screamed I know what happened and I just lied for you.

           For the first time, his eyes softened but your face stayed neutral and faced forward. You weren’t even really paying attention to the movie, too be honest you didn’t even know what movie was playing because all you could think about was how Topper would get his revenge on Pope and JJ. Maybe if they made a run for it now, they could run to her jeep and peel before Topper and Rafe realizes.

           “Excuse me,” Kiara hissed and I looked at the two boys as they stood up. “where are you going?”

           “To wring it out,” JJ answered.

           “What’re you gonna do, hold it for each other?” Kiara asked, making me laugh softly, hiding it behind my hand when someone shushed me.

           The boys walked away but I turned my head to see Topper, Rafe and Kelce watching JJ and Pope. I turned my eyes back to the boys as they disappeared behind a tree, away from the mass of people. My stomach clenched.

           Did I tell Kiara? Topper and Rafe wouldn’t do anything now, it was still too populated. People would see. My breathing quickened as I looked back and saw the three talking amongst themselves.

           Oh, no. I reached over Kiara’s lap and grabbed the backpack. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

           “My brother and Rafe jumped Pope, so Pope sunk Topper’s boat.” I whispered, putting the backpack in my lap.

           Kiara’s head shook, surprised. “Wait, what?”

           I stared at Kiara and felt something heavy settled on my chest, “I think Topper and Rafe are going to hurt JJ and Pope.”

           “Y/N,” Kiara started, still trying to comprehend it all. “How come you knew this?”

           “I heard Rafe and Topper this morning,” I answered. “I would’ve said something but I didn’t want to hear JJ’s voice.”

           I glanced back and didn’t see my brother and his friends. “Oh, fuck, come on.” I told Kiara and we headed for the side. We ran to the back of the movie screen and heard grunting and yelling.

           Topper was beating the shit out of Pope while Kelce was holding JJ wide open for Rafe to keep beating. “Let go of him, Topper!” Kiara yelled, running for Topper while I ran for Rafe.

           “Rafe, stop!” I yelled, grabbing his arm before he landed another punch on JJ.

           Rafe didn’t listen, he twisted his arm out of my grasp and pushed me back, I went stumbling back and watched as he punched JJ in the stomach. Topper was yelling at Pope and Kiara was trying to stop Topper from hurting Pope. I was quick to jump onto Rafe’s back and wrap my arm around his neck, putting all my weight back.

           “Get the fuck off,” Rafe grunted.

           “Leave him alone!” I yelled, digging my nails into the skin of his neck.

           Kelce dropped JJ to the floor and came for me. He threw me off of Rafe and I tumbled to the floor. I bashed my head against the soil and heard JJ call out, “Y/N!” but then Kelce came for him and landed a few punches. I turned my head to see Rafe grabbing Kiara off of Topper and tossing her to the ground.

           “Stay out of this, Kiara!”

           I got to my feet as Kiara scrambled to the bag. My heart was beating out of my chest as Rafe and Kelce continued to beat up JJ but Topper wrapped his arm around Pope’s neck and started choking him, telling him to just admit it. “Kie, do something!” I cried, rushing to Topper and pulling on him.

           “Admit it, Pogue, just admit it.” Topper grunted as Pope struggled to breathe.

           “Topper, let him go!” I begged and suddenly a warm flame ignited on the movie screen. As the fire filled the screen, Topper let go of Pope and he went to the floor coughing and trying to breathe.

           “Kelce, let go of him!” Kiara called out and I turned to see Kelce shoving JJ away as Rafe ran up to Topper.

           Topper grabbed my arm as flames floated up the movie screen. “You picked the wrong side, sis.”

           I glared at him, “You nearly killed him, Topper. I didn’t pick a side.”

           Topper shook his head slowly, the red flames lighting up his features. “You’ll regret hanging around them.”

           I shoved his chest and ran up to JJ as he spit out blood. “Are you okay?”

           JJ grabbed his hat and put it back on, he tilted his head to see and I could see the busted lip. “I’m fine.”

           My chin wobbled at the sight, “come on, we need to leave.”

           “Guys, let’s go!” Kiara called out. JJ walked slowly beside me as we made our way back to my jeep, walking the opposite way of my brother and his friends.

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sincerity is scary ~ 2

Lance Tucker x reader

word count: 1,400

warnings: language, mentions of sex, jealousy and a tiny bit of angst

summary: Lance makes a promise to himself, then. If you want to keep this relationship the way it is, then he’ll leave it alone and take you in any way that you allow him. But if you’re willing to become more, Lance would love to show you that he can be vulnerable and affectionate, reputation and callous pretense be damned.

this is the song that inspired this fic

> masterlist 

part one 

You arrive home from work, taking off your shoes at the entrance and moving toward the laundry room to take off your work clothes when there’s a knock at the door.

But I just got home.

Sighing, you take the few steps back to the front door and peer through the peephole, a little surprised to see Lance standing on the other side. It’s been two weeks since your last hookup that ended in you practically running from his place and you’ve not spent any time together since. You’ve seen each other in the building and exchanged hellos, and it’s not that you’ve been avoiding him but, well, you’ve been avoiding him. Still unsure of whatever changed between you the last time you were together, you’ve all but decided that the little bit of tenderness that Lance showed you was a fluke. He was tipsy and sated and he must have just cuddled you because you were there still. That’s it. That’s all that happened.

Flipping the locks, you open the door and walk away, giving Lance the freedom to walk in and close the door behind him. “Hey Tucker, what’s up?”

He’s no stranger to making himself comfortable in your place, so while you’re once again on your quest for comfy clothes, he walks over to your couch and plops himself down dramatically. “I’m starving!” 

You snort to yourself, coming to a stop in the middle of the living room, but go with it. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, let’s go out and get some food. My treat.”

“You know, I would, but that would be cutting into my ‘sit at home in pajamas’ time. It’s a real shame…” Your reluctance is only half for show, but you always feel the need to give him at least a little bit of a hard time. 

He laughs, seeing through your act. “Come on, we haven’t hung out in forever!” You avert your eyes, humming noncommittally.

Lance stands from the couch then, walking until he’s in front of you and ducking his head until he can look you in the eye. “Hey, we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to. We could order in and watch that show you love. I just wanted to spend time with you cause it’s been a while.”

Sincerity shines through his voice, and you can’t help but bend to his request. A smile slowly works its way onto your lips as your eyes brighten at the thought.

“Yeah, okay.” Lance celebrates with an excited little shout, happiness making itself known in his usual dramatic fashion, and you laugh. “But you’re taking me to Thai Smile, I’ve been craving my usual.”

“Deal!”

“I’m gonna go get changed, I’ve been itching to get out of my work clothes,” you mention, moving to walk past him and into your bedroom when Lance leaves a playful smack to your bottom. The offended scoff you let out sounds fake even to your ears, but you shake your head and narrow your eyes at him anyways.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Lance cringes at the unintended deeper meaning behind his words as you disappear behind your bedroom door. It’s completely true, but you don’t have to know that. He had made it home at a good time today, and since neither of you work tomorrow, he’d decided to try and spend time with you. He can tell you’ve been keeping your distance, but he couldn’t handle if the two of you let your friendship become awkward. When Lance heard you walk past his place to your own, he jumped up, grabbing his wallet and shoes and rushing to greet you. Luckily it went in his favor and now you are spending the evening together. Lance doesn’t have plans beyond dinner, but he’ll be happy to follow your lead.

“My mouth is still burning,” Lance complains as he reaches for the Thai iced tea that you’re sharing, sucking down a few big gulps before you stop him by pulling the drink away.

“You’re supposed to sip this, you’ll make yourself sick if you chug it,” you laugh. “Besides, that’s what you get for ordering an 8 on the spice scale.”

“Well last time I got a 4 and it wasn’t spicy enough, so this time I upped it,” he tries to defend himself.

“Aw sweetheart,” you coo in a teasingly sweet tone, “you’re dumb.”

Lance’s lips, still tingly from the outrageous amount of chili flakes in his food, pull up at the sides at your teasing. He reaches for the drink again with his right hand as you walk back home, transferring the tea into his left, and you allow it. With his right hand now free, he reaches down and entwines his fingers with yours.

You continue walking the way that you were, though now trying to will your face not to turn hot at this new turn in events. As Lance starts to talk about work and how it’s going with one of the new trainers he’s hired at the gym, you try to listen, but your mind wanders away from you. This is not the first time that Lance has casually shown you affection, and this time you can’t help but get your hopes up. If this is a sign that the dynamic between you is changing, you’ll take it. You decide that when you get back home, you’re going to try and broach the subject with Lance and get at least an idea of how he feels. Your mind made up, you tune back in to what Lance is saying, mind clear and focused on the man beside you.

It’s a few minutes later when you hear your name being called by a familiar voice that you look up, coming to a stop in front of someone you know from work and dropping Lance’s hand.

“Oh Avery, hey! How are you,” you ask, a picture of politeness.

“I’m good. Wow, it’s been a while, huh?” The man looks you over, seemingly noting any changes in appearance since you’d last seen each other. He catches the glare that Lance is sending him out of the corner of his eye, turning his eyes back to your face quickly after that.

“Yeah, I’ve not seen you since you got that transfer, right?”

“That sounds about right,” he chuckles. 

The two of you chat for a couple minutes before Avery glances at his watch, eyes lingering on the time. “I’m gonna let you get back to your evening, but we’ll catch up later, okay?”

“Sounds good, I’ll talk to you later.” 

You resume your walk home, sensing Lance moving with you, though he remains silent. You try to make conversation a couple times, but Lance’s responses are either nonverbal or short and clipped. One time when your hands accidentally brush, he wrenches his hand away as though he’s been burned. It hurts, the way he’s withdrawn, and you don’t care to examine your feelings about it too closely. You only know you won’t like what you find.

By the time you reach your shared floor in your apartment building, you’re still unsuccessful in getting him to talk to you, so you try one last effort to get things back to normal. “Do you wanna come in and watch something? I’ve got Avatar: The Last Airbender queued up on Netflix,” you offer, stopping in front of your door.

“Nah, I’m good.” Lance continues on to his own door further down the hall and barely turns his head to speak to you, his response once again cold and makes your heart sink further in your chest. 

“Aww c’mon Tucker, I thought you wanted to hang out tonight,” is your last attempt at getting the night back to the light-hearted nature you’re used to.

Stopping in front of his door, Lance finally turns to face you after practically pretending you don’t exist for the past fifteen minutes. “I just remembered that I’ve gotta work tomorrow, so I should head to bed.”

“You never work on Saturdays, except during tournament season.”

Lance’s jaw ticks in irritation at you calling out his bullshit and your eyes harden at the disdain that you see on his face. “Yeah, well, I’ve gotta run some errands. Pick up new mats and such. But we’ll catch up later, okay?”

The sarcastic overture in his voice turns your head as you start to wonder what in the hell is wrong with him, with the two of you, but the words register just in time for the sound of his door closing to echo through the hallway.

Lance won’t admit that he might’ve shut his door with a little more force than was necessary, the noise likening to a slam resounding through his pounding head. He also won’t admit that he’s being petty, jealousy surging through him like a river. But that’s not right, right? 

He has no business being jealous. It’s not like you’ve laid a claim on each other. You’re friends with benefits, and even though Lance would like to become more than that in your eyes, it hasn’t happened yet. He can’t help it, though. That man was eyeing you like you were a prize and all the same you were making a nice conversation, unaware or maybe uncaring about the way that “Avery” obviously wanted you. Lance’s blood was boiling, but now that’s been reduced to a simmer, his bones aching with the feeling of not being good enough, not being wanted by you. What if his reluctance to be in a relationship up until now has put you off any feelings you might’ve had for him, and he’d lost his chance? 

Lance moves further into his apartment, placing his keys on the table and shaking his head of those thoughts. If you didn’t care about him at all, you wouldn’t have tried so hard to keep the night feeling normal. And what had Lance done? Act like an asshole, that’s what. He needs to apologize. Tonight he would give himself time to cool off further, and in the morning he would go to your place and apologize. Maybe if he brought coffee and muffins it would go even better and you both could have a conversation, clearing the air. His mind made up, Lance walks into the kitchen to throw out the remnants of the Thai iced tea, making his way to the bedroom as he solidifies the plan in his head.

He’s interrupted by several loud knocks on his door, brow furrowing as he looks through the peephole and finds you there, mouth set in a firm line and eyebrows drawn low in irritation. Well, there goes that plan.

Lance twists the door handle, apologies spilling from his mouth before he could even get it all the way open.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’ve been a jerk tonight and-”

“What crawled up your ass and died, Tucker?”

part 3 

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Less Of An Angel

Genre: Smut

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader/Ashton Irwin

Word Count: 4.2

Requested: by @cashtonasfuck for Mikemonth 

Laura, i'd like to request something for #mikemonth week 2 😬so the theme is smut right? so dom!michael, light bondage and exhibition kink? 😬maybe throw a bit of spanking in there? basically, all the dom stuff we know and love 😂(maybe mike and ash if we're going for pairings?? 😬) love ya! 💛

Trigger Warnings: explicit sexual content, light bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub

A/N: I’m not great at writing dom!Mike because to me is the softest baby but I have come up with this, which I hope you like!

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“I’m going to need you to be less of an angel tonight.” Ashton whispers to Michael. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you though and he makes damn sure you can hear every word he says. “I need you to take on a little more of my roll, can you do that for me?”

Michael’s green eyes are glittering with confusion. He’s usually lying on the bed beside you whilst Ashton decides what he wants to do to each of you. That’s not the case tonight. You’d been instructed to strip and take your place on the mattress, but Michael had been kept at the foot of the bed.

“I’m in kind of a watching mood.” Ashton clarifies, easing Michael’s shirt up over his head, leaving the younger man’s blonde hair dishevelled and fluffy. “I want to see if you two can put on a show for me.”

This request makes perfect sense to you. Ashton rarely gets to enjoy his voyeurism kink because he normally has two needy submissives to satisfy.

“So I can…” Michael asks, glancing over his shoulder at Ashton once his shirt has been thrown to the ground.

“You can do whatever you want, within the perimeters of my instructions, Angel.” The older man interrupts. “I only have a few little guidelines, though.”

Even though you’re intrigued by the conversation your boys are having, you’re beginning to grow impatient. You’ve been lying on the bed, completely naked for several minutes and you’re starting to feel a little neglected. “Are you two done?” You whine, “If someone doesn’t touch me soon I’m gonna scream.”

Ashton clicks his tongue at you. “Our little Sugar is getting all impatient, Angel.” He says softly, “What’s the punishment for comments like that?”

“Five spanks.” Michael replies instantly. He knows every punishment off by heart, as do you. Both of you have experienced them enough times to be able to recite them whenever Ashton demands it.

“Good.” Ashton hums, reaching around Michael’s waist to unfasten his jeans. “Why don’t you show me if you’re as good at giving punishments as you are at taking them?”

The younger man is still a little confused, you can tell by the way he looks between you and Ashton as though he’s awaiting an answer to an obvious, but unspoken question.

Ashton chuckles, tugging Michael’s skinny jeans down to his knees. “Take these off and sit on the edge of the bed, Angel.” He orders, his voice firm but quiet.

As Michael obeys the dark haired man’s first instruction, you make another impatient sound. Ashton’s eyes meet yours and you can tell by the fire in those hazel orbs, that five spanks are about to be the least of your concerns. “Actually.” He smirks, “will you grab the wrist restraints before you 

sit down please, Mikey?”

The notion that you’re about to get chained to the bed pulls a little moan from you. There’s not much that turns you on more than being totally at your boyfriends’ mercy.

Ashton walks along the side of the bed, running a finger lightly along your bare leg and then your arm. “You need to be on your best behaviour for Mike, okay sugar?”

You nod innocently, still shivering slightly at Ashton’s touch. “You wanna watch Mikey punish and fuck me, sir?” You ask, hoping to illicit some aroused response from your dominant. It’s a tiny version of power play but you love it.

“You’ll see.” Ashton replies, his face remaining expressionless as he looks over to see where Michael has got to. “Hurry up, angel. It’s time to see a new side of you.”

The blonde man scrambles faster in the ‘toy chest’ you keep in the closet. He holds the wrist restraints up in a small display of his trauph before padding back over to the bed. “Here you go, Ashy.” He smiles proudly, holding out the restraints to your eldest boyfriend.

Ashton shakes his head, taking a step away from the bed. “Our little sugar is all yours tonight.” He explains, “the only rules I have are; always implement the correct punishments for any misbehaviour, make sure I can see everything that’s happening at all times and don’t ask me for any guidance. Are we clear?” The eldest man looks between the two of you, awaiting a response.

Lips moving soundlessly, Michael nods, glancing over to you almost as though he’s checking that you’re okay with it too. 

“I don’t care which one of you fucks me.” You whine irritably. “As long as someone does it soon, because I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours.”

Michael’s expression relaxes a little, as though he’s pleased that you’re happy for him to fuck you. You’re not sure why he’d have had any doubts, it’s not like he hasn’t done it before. It’s most likely down to the fact that Michael’s never had complete control of you before. He’s always just followed Ashton’s instructions before tonight. 

“Make it ten spanks, Angel.” Ashton instructs, pulling your attention back to him, even though he’s intent upon ignoring you. “As always, respect the safe word and always get verbal permission before moving onto something new, okay?”

Your younger boyfriend still looks slightly bewildered but there’s definitely more excitement in his eyes now. “Can we start?” He asks, placing the restraints down on the end of the bed.

Ashton doesn’t reply immediately. He silently unfastens every button of his sexy black shirt deliberately slowly before sliding it off and dropping it to the ground. He catches you eyeing his muscular arms and barely suppresses a smirk before working on the button of his jeans. Once he’s kicked them aside, he drags the comfy chair from the corner of your room closer to the bed and sits in it. Only when he’s completely comfortable does he give Michael the nod.

You can hardly contain your excitement now that both of your boyfriends are in nothing besides their tight little boxers. Biting your bottom lip in anticipation of what's to come, you take in every inch of both men’s bodies, committing them to memory for when you’re left home alone.

The blonde man sits on the edge of the bed, eyeing you hungrily as he taps his lap. “Come on, Sugar.” He whispers, trying to match the tone that Ashton usually uses with you. “You know what to do.”

Michael’s husky tone sends shivers through your body as you push yourself up onto all fours and crawl across the bed towards him. “I’ve been pretty bad, huh?” You ask, pouting exaggeratedly, before laying across his lap. 

Despite being somewhat concerned that Michael’s submissive qualities will hinder his ability to satisfy your needs the way Ashton does, you’re more than a little excited to explore this new dynamic.

Michael caresses your ass cheeks softly, rubbing and squeezing them several times before finally asking if you’re ready to take your punishment.

The blonde’s hesitance makes you wonder if Ashton’s made the right decision to give Michael a dominant role tonight. You nod your consent, purposefully meeting Ashton’s eye across the room. “Of course, Mikey.” You reply. “Don’t hold back, though, I can take more than you think.”

It’s obvious by the way that Ashton’s eyes darken with lust, that he’s enjoying the way your acting. You don’t have much time to feel proud of yourself, before Michael delivers his first spank to your right ass cheek. The force with which it lands pulls a shocked gasp from you. 

“I don’t hear you counting.” Ashton reprimands quietly but firmly. “Be stricter, Angel.” He adds to Michael.

You hold Ashton’s gaze as you speak the first number. Knowing that the older man is going to use your reactions as a gauge for how well Michael is taking on this new role.

The blond delivers his second spank to your left cheek. It’s even harder than the first and your gasp sounds more like a moan this time. “Two.” You say plainly, determined to keep your eyes on Ashton.

It’s obvious by the way that Michael delivers the next five spanks, that he’s been paying attention to what Ashton does. He hits a different spot every time and varies the speed and strength of every slap. You’re already a gasping mess as you count out the final three smacks. Your fingers are tangled in the duvet cover and your eyes squeezed shut.

Michael gently smoothes the palm of one hand over both of our cheeks, just like Ashton usually does, undoubtedly savouring the red marks he’s left there. “You took that punishment so well, Sugar.” He says, his arousal obvious in his voice. “You ready for something else now?”

You nod, scrambling off of Michael’s lap and crawling back towards the pillows. As you make yourself comfortable again, you can hear Michael prepping the restraints and your excitement starts to bubble closer to the surface. “What’re you going to do to me, Mike?” You ask, finally settling down and meeting his gaze.

Part of you expects Michael to be hesitant, or for him to turn to Ashton for guidance. He does neither. “I’m going to tie you down so that you can’t misbehave when I play with you.” He replies, his green eyes flashing lustfully. “Do you like the sound of that?”

You smirk mischievously as you lift your arms above your head, ready for them to be chained to the headboard. “I’ll be good.” You promise, keeping your voice low and even. “I’m not sure you can handle me at my naughtiest, anyway.”

Michael hums as he holds your gaze determinedly. You’re impressed with the way he’s handling you so far, it makes you want to push him a bit further. 

“I think you’ll be surprised, sugar.” Your younger boyfriend growls after a moment of silence. “I know I can handle you just fine.”

You raise an eyebrow sceptically. “Really?” You taunt. “I thought you were just a needy little slut.” Maybe it’s a little early for you to play that card, but you can’t resist. Michael’s always loved it when Ashton calls him that and you’re eager to see if you can break down this new attitude of his.

Despite his determined expression, Michael’s cheeks turn pink at your words. “Unlike some people, I have layers.” He replies evenly, refusing to let your words rattle him. “Maybe I should fuck that smart mouth of yours before we do anything else.”

You bite your lip seductively, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Is that what you want Mike? For me to get down on my knees and swallow you whole?” You pause, enjoying Michael’s silent reaction to your proposition before the urge to tease more him overwhelms you again. “Just like you do to sir on a nightly basis?”

Michael growls lowly in the back of his throat. Apparently ‘dom Michael’ isn’t a fan of being reminded that he’s Ashton’s little play thing. That’s interesting to know and you’re determined to use it to your advantage at every given opportunity. The blonde man drops the restraints back onto the bed and perches on the edge of the mattress, turning his back on you. “Get over here, sugar.” He demands, not even bothering to turn back to look at you.

It’s impressive. Michael has obviously noticed the things you enjoy. He’s acting just the way that Ashton does when you’re being bratty. You keep your smirk firmly in place as you slide off of the bed and stand in front of him. “At your service, angel.” You quip.

There’s a split second when it seems that Michael might break character. His lips turn up as though he’s about to giggle, the way he does when Ashton has him at his mercy. As quickly as the twitch in his lips appears, it vanishes, replaced by a stern glare that could almost give Ashton a run for his money. “On your knees, sugar.”

You obey, keeping your movements calm and deliberate, not wanting to betray your enthusiasm for what’s to come. Once you're kneeling in front of Michael you meet his gaze again, silently warning him that you’re not finished being a brat. “If you want me suck you off…” You explain, as though you’re speaking to someone who has no idea what they’re doing. “You need to take off your boxers and spread your legs for me, I know you’re good at that part. I’ve seen the way Ashton takes whatever he wants from you every night, you don’t even put up a fight.”

Michael places a hand on your cheek, gently but firmly urging your face closer his. “Enough talking.” He orders, “You’re going to take off my underwear and think about how my cock will feel when it’s hitting the back of your throat. I know how much of a slut you are, Sugar. I’m not sure you can handle me though, my cock is bigger than sir’s, don’t forget.” The way that he breaks eye contact with you to offer the ghost of a smirk to Ashton tells you that he’s working out how to incorporate his bratty characteristics into this evening’s role. It’s undoubtedly a clever move and you’re tempted to glance back to see Ashton’s reaction, but Michael’s hold on your face feels too good for you to break the contact. 

Focussing on Michael’s words, you reach for the waistband of his boxers. His words have lit a fire in you that you’re all too eager to allow to burn you out. Your cold fingers brush the warm skin of his hips and he gasps as he returns his attention to you. “That’s right.” He whispers, his hips lifting automatically for you. If you weren’t so focused on the task at hand, you’d marvel at the way Michael’s submissive tendencies give his dominant character a uniqueness that you want to explore much more. 

Michael’s already half hard from the dirty talk and the promise of a blowjob. He’s always been easy to turn on and you can’t wait to taste him. You lean up to kiss him, pressing your body against him as you slip your hand between the two of you to work his dick until he’s practically aching for your mouth. 

The blonde gives into your actions easily, allowing the deep kisses and your unauthorised touching. Ashton would never have allowed this, he’s have pulled you back by your hair and demanded an apology. You kind of wish Michael would do that but he’s probably never going to be quite that kind of dominant. That’s something you can live with, though. He’s definitely not disappointing you so far tonight.

Once Michael’s cock is fully hard, he pulls back from the lustful kiss, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. “I wanna fuck that dirty mouth, sugar.” He growls hungrily.

As much as you want to suck Michael dry, you restrain yourself just long enough to whisper one last thing into his ear. “That’s right, show off for sir, He’s gonna punish you for bringing up the size of his dick. You know he hates being reminded that you’re bigger.” You ensure that Ashton can hear you, hoping that you’ll get punished alongside your other boyfriend later.

“Careful, Sugar.” Michael warns, his voice still gravelly, “It’s just about me and you right now.” 

You nod, licking your lips seductively. “Oh, I know, Angel.” you reply. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you sure you get some of my best work.” Ensuring that you hold his gaze as you back up and lean closer to his crotch, you revell in the way his eyes sparkle as though he can’t believe you’re acting this way for him. He’s so used to seeing you service Ashton but very rarely gets to see you on your knees between his legs.

Placing your hands on Michael’s thighs, you angle your face closer to his hard cock, still refusing to break eye contact. His expression remains lustful but his legs tremble in your grip, betraying his excitement for this rare occasion. You’re determined to make sure he remembers it for a long time, so you take your time. Your breath ghosts over his tip, making him shudder in anticipation. That’s another thing that Ashton would never do, but you enjoy that ‘dominant Michael’ is different to your ‘sir’. “Just to avoid interruptions, I give you permission to cum down my throat.”

You don’t give Michael time to hide the shocked expression that takes over his face before you close your lips around him. He gasps, gripping the bed covers as opposed to you, like Ashton would. Hoping to change that, you sink further onto his impressive length, enjoying the weight in your mouth as you begin to work your tongue. Michael whimpers, seemingly unable to control his usual aroused sounds to keep with his role for the evening.

It makes you feel a little more powerful, knowing that you can undo one of your boyfriend’s so easily. Once you begin to bob your head, Michael finally reaches out to hold the back of your head, forcing you to take even more of him into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. “Fuck, Sugar…” He whines. “You feel so good!”

You hum around Michael’s dick, working your tongue in the expert rhythm that you’ve mastered over countless nights of practice with Ashton. The vibrations have Michael moaning above you. Knowing that he always enjoys a little pain with his pleasure, you dig your fingertips deeper into his thighs as you work the last couple of inches of his cock into your mouth. 

The tightness of your throat and the pressure of your fingertips denting his sensitive skin, Mihcael makes the desperate whine he usually makes when Ashton hits his spot just right. You know that means his fairly close and you’re impressed with the speed in which you’ve gotten him to this point. You’re not gonna let him cum before you give him one more smartass comment. You pull off of him, making the blonde whine like the true brat he is. “I thought you were gonna fuck my face, Mike.” You whisper, ignoring the ache in your throat. “Why would you get my hopes up like that and not deliver?”

In a split second Michael’s soft close-to-orgasm expression, turns into a firm, determined one. You don’t even have time to fully appreciate how hot he looks before he’s forcing your head back towards his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth willingly, proud of the reaction your comment has pulled your usually submissive boyfriend. He pushes you onto his length slowly, easing your throat open again before pulling you back and pushing you down harder, thoroughly enjoying your lack of a gag-reflex. You press your tongue against the underside of Michael’s dick as he continues to move your head as a quickening pace. His shuddering breaths and trembling thighs tell you that he’s close but you bring him over the edge by dragging your fingernails over his thighs, leaving long red trails on his milky white skin.

Michael spills down your throat, gasping your name and cursing before his hand slips limply from your head. He flops backwards onto the mattress as you pull off of him and turn to face Ashton. You’re pleased to see that he’s watching intently, his boxer shorts tenting as he palms himself. “Did you enjoy the show, sir?” You ask, your voice weak and croaky.

Ashton shakes his head. “You can both do better.” He replies. “Get the restraints, Angel.”

It takes a moment for Michael to gather the energy to move again. When he does, he grips the restraints and motions for you to get back onto the bed. “You know what to do, sugar.” He says, his voice still breathy. 

You’re already pretty turned on by having your throat fucked and knowing Ashton is watching you and Michael intently. Not wanting to delay your own orgasm, you obey Michael’s request as he gets to his feet.

You lie back on the bed, your head resting comfortably on the pillows as you lift your arms. Michael straps one of your wrists securely to the bedpost, checking that you’re happy with it before moving around the bed to secure your second one.

As the blonde man works on the buckles of the restraints, you glance over at ashton, moaning at the way he pulls off his underwear, his hard cock springing free. “Fuck, sir.” You whine, licking your lips and arching your back. “Want you…”

Before Ashton can respond Michael takes hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding your face back towards him so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. “No, sugar.” He states firmly. “The only cock you’re getting tonight is mine, remember?”

It’s impossible to hold in the moan that escapes you, there's nothing that turns you on more than being told off by one of your boys. “You better know how to use it as well as sir does.” You reply, holding gaze stubbornly.

“You know I do.” Michael hums, letting go of your chin and running his finger down the side of your neck and over your chest, before swirling it over one of your nipples until it’s stiff enough for him to grip firmly. You gasp loudly, equally as surprised and aroused by the unexpected roughness he handles you with. 

“Fuck!” You moan, arching your back and instinctively spreading your knees. “Show me, Mike, please…”

Your slight begging brings a proud smile to Michael’s face that he apparently couldn’t suppress. It doesn't matter that it takes away from his dominant edge, you just want him to uck you as hard as he can, you’ve waited long enough damn it.

With one quick glance to Ashton, a silent request for permission which is granted with an enthusiastic nod, Michael crawls onto the bed, spreading your legs as wide as possible. He runs his fingers over the inside of your thighs, ensuring to stop just short of the pace where you're craving his touch the most.

“Please, angel.” You whine again, abandoning all of your previous resolve to hide how desperately you want Michael to fuck you.”

The blonde man positions himself over you, lining up just right. “Look at me, sugar.” He demands, “I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”

So maybe Michael does have what it takes to dominate you the way you enjoy the most. You moan needily as you meet his gaze, loving the concentration on his face as he slowly pushes into you. He feels even bigger than you remember, forcing every other thought from your mind as you focus on the way he fills you up. You close your eyes, the intensity of Michael’s gaze proving too much for you to handle.

Once your bodies have adjusted to each other, Michael begins to move, slowly but firmly, making sure he goes deep enough to make you moan every time. His grunts and the sound of him sliding in and out of you almost make you miss Ashton’s moans. You open your eyes again and look over to the older man. He looks so hot, sprawled out in the chair stroking himself with the speed and ferocity he usually fucks you with. The sight brings you that much closer to your climax as you moan his name. Michael adjusts his angle slightly before slamming into you particularly hard. “No!” He reprimands, “focus on me, sugar! Moan my name, not sir’s!”

The determination in Michael’s thick tone of voice and the intensity in his eyes as you meet them once more prove too much for you. “Fuck, Mike!” You whine, “I’m gonna cum, please, please… I need to…”

“Only if you tell me it’s for me.” Michael replies, never breaking his rhythm, pounding into you hard and fast until you’re trembling with the effort to delay your orgasm for another moment. You ultimately fail, coming apart beneath him, moaning his name louder than you thought possible given how sore your throat is.

Your confirmation that he’s responsible for your orgasm is Michael’s undoing. He follows you over the edge a second later before collapsing on top of you with an exhausted but satisfied groan. One glance over at Ashton’s slumped form in the chair, tells you that he’s recovering from his own climax, too.

“Was I good?” Michael asks as he carefully pulls out of you. His question is aimed at Ashton as much as you, proving that he’ll never tire of being praised by both of you.

“Yes.” You reply breathlessly. “Really fucking good, Mike.”

Ashton pushes himself to his feet before heading over to unfasten your wrists. Michael flops down onto the bed beside you, eyeing ashton expectantly, awaiting his answer.

Once your wrists are free, Ashton takes the restraints back to the chest where they belong before heading back to the bed. Michael cuddles into your side, his gaze still fixed on Ashton.

“You were perfect, Angel” The black haired man finally replies as he lays down on the bed at your free side. “You both were.”

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First Comes Love: Epilog

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“Is that the last of the boxes?” Logan asked, leaning against the wall. Remus scoffed from where he was on the floor, opening a box of cups and plates.

“Hell no. There’s still a fuck-ton in the truck; go on lazy bones, get going.” Logan shook his head, sending Remus a teasing glare.

“Is that a very nice attitude to have with your husband?” He asked, knowing it made Remus’s heart skip a beat every time he said it. Even after being married for a few months, the word ‘husband’ threw him like nothing else.

“C’mon, Dragonfly.” Logan sighed, though more out of fondness than exhaustion.

“Fine, but only to get you to shut your mouth,” Logan said, opening the door and heading back to the moving truck.

“Hey! Who’s being mean now?” Remus called, but Logan was already outside.

In actuality, Remus knew there was no way they were going to manage to fully unpack, at least not tonight. But they’d do the essentials, and likely order pizza after being too tired to make dinner.

They’d been looking for houses the moment they were engaged, eager to have a bit more space for whatever – or whoever– came into their lives in the future. Finally, Remus had an office where he could write in peace and fill it with as much horror memorabilia as he wished without cluttering their shared space with posters and action figures. Remus’s latest novel was a best-seller, which certainly helped cement the fact that purchasing a house was exactly what they wanted to do.

Remus looked around the still fairly empty living room, aside from a few pieces of furniture, knowing it would soon be filled with clutter and liveliness. It was homey, really, genuinely homey. He’d always thought people were being dramatic when they walked into a house and said they just knew it was perfect for them, but that was exactly how he’d felt the moment he’d walked in. He could see himself living in it instantly, could see Logan with him, and somewhere down the line, kids.

The house wasn’t huge, but it was nice, and it felt right, and there was even space to put in a garden in the backyard. Remus couldn’t believe he was considering taking up gardening of all things; he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t ever become so painfully domestic and cliché, but he couldn’t make good on that promise.

He thought back to the years before Logan when he and Roman were apart and he felt like he was alone and scattered to the wind. It was almost impossible to contemplate now, having been surrounded by so much love, unlike what he thought he’d ever be able to receive.  

Remus could hardly recognize his past. The man he’d been lived on in memories, but they were fading more with each passing day. Remus didn’t necessarily like to consider his life before Logan a blur. There were certain people he’d considered friends at the time, and accomplishments he was at least a little proud of, but all of that paled in comparison to what he had now.

“Are you alright?” Remus peaked up from the box he’d been staring absently into, seeing Logan standing beside him with a look of concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine. Great. Like, really, really great,” Remus announced a dopey grin on his face.

“If you’re so ‘great’, then why have you stopped helping me? You were just chastising me a moment ago,” Logan said, before pausing, a concerned look creeping onto his face. “Remus, what’s the matter?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Remus said, offering Logan’s extended hand and making it to his feet, “I’m just feeling particularly sappy right about now. Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Logan chuckled lightly.

“I’m wearing a stained T-shirt, my hair’s a mess, frankly we’re both quite a mess.”

“And yet you’re still the prettiest thing I ever did see,” Remus said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Logan and pulling him close.

“I could say the same about you,” Logan said, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips before pulling back, “Now, why don’t you help me finish unpacking some more, and then we can both be as sappy as you’d like. After all, you were just complaining about my lack of intuitive.”

“Sure,” Remus agreed, “Yeah, okay. That sounds good.”

The couple takes in several more boxes, unpacking a while longer, and set up the TV before settling down on the couch and ordering some pizza. The days ahead would include a fair amount more of unpacking, but for now, they were content with the work they’d done (and too tired for much more).

“Still feeling particularly sappy, are we?” Logan asked once they’d finished their dinner and were sitting together watching a film neither of them were paying too much attention to. Remus blinked; unaware he’d been staring.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Remus said, grabbing Logan’s hand and lacing their fingers together, “How can I not? I mean, look at you.”

“What’re you up to, Mr. Knightly-Sanders?” Logan asked, his voice light and teasing, though there was a hint of suspicion that made itself present. Remus pressed his free hand to his chest, gasping like a dramatic starlet.

“I can’t believe you! I’m complimenting you, and profess my boundless, unyielding love for you,” Remus paused to press a drawn-out, slow but passionate kiss to Logan’s lips, “And you doubt my intentions?”

“I doubt your intentions when you get that look in your eyes,” Logan said pointedly.

“A look? Whatever do you mean?” Remus asked batting his eyelashes.

“Remus.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll just go ahead and ask.”

“By all means,” Logan said, “What is it that you wanted to discuss?”

“Can we get a dog?” Remus asked, his eyes almost comically wide, “Pretty, pretty please?” Logan sighed.

“We just started moving into the house today. Life is fairly hectic at the moment.”

“We don’t have to get one tomorrow,” Remus pointed out, “Just soon. C’mon, Dragonfly, we talked about getting a pet before.” Logan nodded.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“And we could train them to be a watchdog! Wouldn’t that be the coolest! Can we get one Logan, please!”

“…Maybe.” Remus grinned widely, climbing into his husband’s lap and kissing him senseless (Remus knew that ‘maybe’ was a surefire yes. Within a few weeks, they’d have brought home their rescue German Shepard, Duke, who Logan became incredibly fond of almost immediately).

Once their movie had finished and the pair still sat together in a tangle of limbs on the couch, Logan spoke up.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Huh?” Remus asked, peaking up from where he’d been lying on Logan’s shoulder.

“You’ve been quiet. What’s on your mind?” Remus smiled, snuggling back into Logan’s side and laying his head back on his husband’s shoulder.

“Absolutely everything. How much I love you, and how fucking happy I am being with you, and how right this house feels. I didn’t think I was the type to get such a domestic happy ending… did you ever think this would be you? Married, a house, sappy as all fuck?” Remus already knew the answer, but he couldn’t help but ask.

“No,” Logan said, running a hand through Remus’s frazzled hair, “No, not at all. I didn’t have any kind of expectations like this for my life. And yet here we are, and I can’t be more pleased with how things have turned out. I love you too, my dear, more than anything.”

“Remember when you claimed you were ‘emotionless’? That wasn’t that long ago.”

“Claimed? I don’t know what you mean. I’ve never felt a single emotion in all my life.” Remus laughed, loud and unabashedly happy, weighed down only slightly from exhaustion.

“Oh, how silly of me to forget. I’m married to a robot.” Logan hummed, laughing lightly as he pressed a kiss into Remus’s hair. “A robot with a fantastic ass.”

“As I am a robot who feels absolutely nothing, that statement means nothing to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Remus asked, a teasing infliction infiltrating his voice. “So you don’t feel anything when I tell you you’re the smartest, most beautiful, most incredible, best robot husband in the world and that I love you more than anything?”

“Of course, not,” Logan lied through his teeth, though he couldn’t suppress the smile be broke out into when Remus kissed him. Remus smiled, yawning as he leaned against Logan. “Tired?”

“Mhmm. You’re comfy.”

“Our bed will be far more comfortable than my shoulder.”

“Maybe,” Remus said, already beginning to shut his eyes.

“I refuse to sleep on the couch in our first night in this house,” Logan said, moving Remus off of him and making it to his feet. Remus whined at the loss of contact before Logan grabbed his hand and helped him up.

“Come on, we’ve got a lot more unpacking tomorrow. We need to rest.” Remus let out another groan before allowing Logan to lead him out of the living room and start getting ready for bed.

Within minutes, Remus was back in the security of Logan’s embrace, lying in their darkened bedroom beginning to drift off.

Some level of unfamiliarity still buzzed in the air. Sleeping for the first night in a new place is always an odd experience, even if it’s somewhere you want to be. But Remus knew that soon the familiarity and comfort of their apartment would be replaced with this house, and all of the new memories they were sure to make.

As he clung tightly to his husband, Remus pondered all that had led up to this moment, and all that lay ahead. He wasn’t usually the type to have grant expectations for how life would turn out. For so long, he’d had so little left to hold on to. Hope was a fleeting thing; and yet now, Remus couldn’t help but look forward to what the future had in store.

He thought of what life would be like with Logan from here on out, married, tending a house together, soon owning a dog, and somewhere down the line, adopting children. Remus had been so sure for so long that such a future lived on only in the minds of the delusional, but here he found himself, hoping for those very things.

Less than two years ago, Remus had been at a point where he had so few people to turn to and nothing that particularly excited him in life, and now he had Logan, his brother, and the wonderful friends he’d made.

Soon, he’d be walking Roman down the aisle just like his twin had done for him, seeing him marry his emo nightmare and get his very own fairytale ending. And if his suspicions were correct – and they most certainly were; he’d caught Patton browsing Jeweler websites – Patton and Janus would soon be engaged too.

Remus drifted to sleep, lying against Logan’s chest and whispering a final exhausted declaration of love before being greeted with unconsciousness.

And in the morning, when the sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the half-furnished bedroom with boxes on the floor in all its glory and he saw Logan, hair ruffled from sleep and eyes bleary, he’d feel just the same he did the morning he decided he wanted to marry him.

 The End

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🐞Little Lady Paws🐾

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Ladybug gets into a “hairy” predicament when an akuma capture goes wrong.

A collaboration between @ao3bronte​ and @yamina20-blog​ 💕

Carefully clinging to Chat’s wrist with all her strength, Chat flies passed the buildings and rooftops of the 4ème arrondissement on his way over to Master Fu’s. Ladybug tries her best to stay focused on the skyline but she soon gives up and just closes her eyes in an attempt to keep herself from getting sick to her stomach. How did Chat get around the city like this? The jarring ups and downs of his baton on the concrete below made her head spin!

Finally, Chat slows his momentum and lands in a crouch. Feeling safe enough to open her eyes, Ladybug watches from behind his thumb as Chat crawls through Master Fu’s kitchen window and somersaults over a small pile of dishes.

“Back for more tips in Mandarin, Chat Noir?”

“Not exactly,” Chat replies, setting his baton in its holster as Master Fu walks through the threshold of the room, “We have a problem.”

“I can see that,” Master Fu says, peering outside the window at the menagerie of animals blocking traffic on the streets, “I presume Ladybug has found herself in a hairy situation?”

Chat snickers, unfurling his fingers, “She's a hamster.”

“Oh deer,” Master Fu responds with a wry smile of his own, stroking his beard, “There's not much we can do about this, to be perfectly honest.”

Nothing we can do?!

Master Fu glances down at Ladybug and offers up his palm, “I'm afraid not, although we should all be very lucky you didn't turn into an actual Ladybug. That would have been much worse.”

Ladybug pads over to Master Fu’s palm and sits gingerly, her little shoulders slumping forwards. How is she going to cure the damage done by the akuma if she couldn’t be changed back? How is she going to save Paris when she’s stuck like this?

Chat nods in agreement and follows Master Fu into the main parlour, “Is there any way I can cure the damage? There’s got to be something I could do.”

“The Black Cat Miraculous is capable of many things, but Ladybug’s Cure isn’t one of them,” Master Fu sits down on the bamboo mat and invites Chat to follow suit, “The fact that her yoyo let you capture the akuma is a miracle unto itself. It goes to show that you trust each other enough to allow each other to use your weapons intrinsically, which isn’t always the case with each pairing. However, I’m afraid that’s where the sharing ends.”

“So I can’t purify the city?”

“No, and neither can she,” Master Fu sets Ladybug down onto the mat and waits for her to situate herself, “She’s far too small to hold the crowbar herself. If she had been turned into an ape maybe, or a tiger…”

Chat grimaces, “So we need to find a way to make her bigger?”

“I don’t think that’s even possible,” Master Fu says with a sigh, glancing down at Ladybug’s frowning eyes. “Your best bet is to keep her close and hope that Le Papillon creates another akuma that can help you in some way.”

“I can’t say that we’ve ever found an akuma helpful,” he shrugs, drawing a claw across the bamboo mat, “But I guess we don't have a choice.”

“No, we don't,” Master Fu reaches out and lightly rubs the pad of his finger between Ladybug’s little ears. It's a strange sensation, but not a bad one, and she leans into his touch, “These things have a way of solving themselves sometimes. This is hardly the first time a Ladybug has found herself in a bind.”

Ladybug chirps, drawing his attention to her paws as she rolls them in a circle, “You want to hear more?”

Ladybug nods eagerly and Master Fu smiles, “Before my time, I heard of a Ladybug who was turned into a stone statue. It took the entire team to find a solution, but they did in the end. The Peacock Miraculous is particularly good at bringing a person's needs to light if they’re in a tough situation and using her feathers, she and the other Miraculous that were active at the time brought her back to life.”

“It’s nice to know that the Peacock wasn’t always used for evil,” Chat says with a frown, fiddling idly with the cuffs of his boots, “But I guess we don’t have that luxury now. Are you sure you don’t have a potion or something that could help us?”

Master Fu shakes his head, “I’m sorry to the both of you. As I said, you simply have to be patient and hope Le Papillon takes advantage of all of the strife taking place in the city.”

Ladybug sighs and it comes out as a squeak. How am I going to tell my parents?

Master Fu gives her another scritch between the ears, “We’re going to have to find a way to communicate with you. Any ideas Chat Noir?”

“A mobile phone or an iPad?” he suggests as Ladybug turns to face him. She glances down at her paws and nods, “Alright. I’ll find you one to talk on once we get you somewhere safe.”

“You won’t be able to go back to your parent’s home looking like this,” Master Fu says, pointing to the red and black earrings still adorning her ears, “It’s a risk letting anyone see you with your Miraculous still active.”

Chat Noir continues to fidget, “Will she detransform at some point?”

“I doubt it, but you never know,” he responds, “Which is why we need to keep her someplace where she can stay out of harm’s way.”

Chat looks just as puzzled as she feels, “跟我一起吗?” [Gēn wǒ yī qǐ ma? - With me?]

Rubbing her ears, Ladybug spins around and glances between the two of them with wide eyes. Did she just lose the ability to understand French all of the sudden? Or did they just…

“我 觉 那 最好.” [Wǒ jué nà zuì hǎo - I think that would be best.]

HEY! She stomps her foot and chirps up at the two of them, heedless to their guilty expressions. Speak in a language I can understand!

“Chat Noir is going to bring you to a trustworthy friend of his for safekeeping,” Master Fu explains, clasping his hands together, “You’ll be safe with him and Chat Noir will retrieve you when the time is right.”

Ladybug cheeps indignantly, What about school? And I don’t want to stay with Chat Noir’s friend! I want to go home!

“I’m sorry Ladybug, I really am,” Chat Noir’s lips twist into a grimace, “But I promise, my friend is really nice. You’ll be safe there, I know it.”

Facing no other feasible option, Ladybug slumps onto her haunches. How long would she be stuck like this? And why did this have to happen to her?

“Keep in touch,” Master Fu says to Chat Noir over her head and Ladybug has never felt so small, “I will be keeping an eye on things in the meantime. If you need any help, do not hesitate to call.”

“Yes Master,” Chat Noir climbs back onto his feet and scoops her up into his palms once again, “See you soon.”

They’re back out under the setting Parisian sun before she knows it and she clings desperately to him, drawing on all of her rodent strength as he zips through alleys and cantilevers over rooftops. He senses her distress after a minute or two and deposits her onto his shoulder, “Would it be easier for you to hold onto my collar?”

Ladybug hopes her newly acquired fur covers her blush of embarrassment as she settles against the warmth of his neck, blinking as she gets her bearings. She digs into his mardarin collar with her paws and maneuvers herself until she’s more or less straddling his zipper, her haunches resting on the top of his bell.

“Comfy?” he laughs nervously and Ladybug shivers as his voice rumbles through his chest and Adam’s apple, the sound tickling her fur. She squeaks a reluctant affirmative and he's off once again, at a slightly less breakneck pace, much to her relief.

His untamed hair grazes her own from time to time and Ladybug finds it easier to just bury her face in the notch between his collarbones and hold on for dear life. She'd be thoroughly embarrassed at the closeness of her position but she's already so out of her element that she just can't handle another blow to her ego and simply prays that Chat Noir's friend is a nice enough person and will treat her kindly while she's forced to stay with him.

"We're almost there," Chat Noir cradles her for a moment and Ladybug peeks out from behind his collar, spotting a familiar mansion on the horizon.

Where are we going?

"See that big home to the left, Ladybug? That's where my friend lives."

WHAT?!

"He's a really big animal lover," Chat Noir chuckles, hovering on the cusp on his baton so she can get a better view, "But his father would never let him get a pet so I think he'll be really happy to see you."

BUT THAT'S—

"You already know who he is, you've saved him a hundred times from akumas. And he's a really big fan of yours too so you'll have lots of things to talk about."

CHAT NOIR , I DEMAND YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!

"I promise you're going to have a great time. Adrien Agreste has wanted a hamster ever since he was little."

They land with a gentle thud on a familiar eave beside a wall of floor to ceiling windows and Ladybug feels the breath leave her lungs.

"He's not home right now, but I'm going to leave you here anyway. When I find him, I'm going to explain everything that happened so you won't have to worry! And I promise that I'll come by to visit everyday to let you know what's going on."

Slipping in through an open window, Chat somersaults inside and walks towards the bed at the far end of the room. Ladybug's heart begins to patter in earnest, the realisation on whose bed she's about to be dropped on dawning before her eyes.

"And here you are. This will be home for the next couple of days...I'm sure it won't take any longer than that for Le Papillon to make the next move," Chat looks around for a moment before bending down to her level, his elbows making little divots on the mattress before her, "Take it easy on Adrien, okay? I know you're not happy, but like Master Fu said, it could have been worse!"

He smiles and it's so genuine that Ladybug's indignance melts, if only a little.

"I better get going," Chat straightens and waves at her one last time, "Adrien will be back before you know it! À plus!"

Chat Noir disappears and suddenly Ladybug finds herself alone.

In Adrien's bed.

As a hamster.

ಠ_ಠ

[moon-caramel]

Roses & Thorns | K.N.J | part.2

                 ❣ Chapter 2: “here we start”

→ Pairing: Kim Namjoon | ft. Kim Taehyung

→ Gendre: College au. / BTS as a frat house

→ Summary: a past history with Taehyun leave so broken you separated of any social interaction, Namjoon shows up he won’t leave, to heal your broken heart and put that beautiful smile back in your face

→ Warnings / ch.: slight anxiety, slight smut, y/n call Namjoon a bad writer (sorry, please wait for the story to development 😅)

→ Word count: 2.8 k

❣ Now

The reception office was covered by the smell of coffee and paper, with the sound of keyboards pressed and small talk of strangers, you were waiting to register to this workshop your professor talk to you about, although you thought of the world for him, you hated the fact you had to take another class, but you couldn’t say no to him, he talked to you about this because he believes in you, and you don’t want to fail him.

Still waiting, where the hell was the person in charge here, it was past lunch hours, and your patience was getting shorter, you start to hit the wooden surface with your fingers, unil a young man with dark hair in blue shirt and glasses came to you

“alright you can stop that already, I’m here” he sit down and moving some papers to leave a space “what can I do for you?”

“I want to sign on to a new class workshop”

“do you have the name or number of it?”

You look to the paper where you write the information your professor gave you, name and number.

“How are you writing today?, B2910”

The guy laugh quietly, it was a silly name, but a cute one as well.

“and your name?”

“___, ___”

“okay all done, here is your schedule”

He give you a paper with your schedule, the same old classes plus one more, How are you writing today? tuesday from 9:00 to 10:30, seriously? tuesday morning ? as if your life was no more pitiful, you save the paper in your bag, craving for something to eat on your way to the dorms you pass by a convenience store, your basic buy cheetos, instant noodles, and some gummy bears.Your dorm is empty your roommate is probably with her boyfriend, it happens a lot since they became a couple, which you are happy about specialty because it give you the comfy cute espace you love.pouring the hot water in the noodle container you wait for the five minutes. You started to think about Jungkook, you couldn’t help, he was the first friend you made here, and he always has the best recipe for instant noodles, you always thought about him making noodles. you tried to change that, trying to avoid any hook that guide you to Tae— the one who should not be name, but it only break your heart to push away Jungkook, like if ignoring his calls and turning around every time you see him the hallways wasn’t enough, you won’t do it your thoughts.

❣ Then

You felt the pain in your head grow, trying to understand math problems that were according to your teacher basic, what a bitch, you felt someone hugging you, pulling his weight on you, you were ready to give this someone a piece of his mind when you turn around and saw Jungkook being this person.

“Of course is you” you laugh

“well of yea, no one is brave enough to come close to you”

“shut up, I’m surprised to see you here”

“where?”

“here, in the library”

“hey i’m a good student”

Hard for you to say, the first time you say him was in a guidance course, he was sitting next to you, he had fall asleep half of the time and the other he whispered dumb jokes that made you giggle, being the start of your friendship.

“why are you here?”

“I’m trying to do this math problem”

“I hate math” he groans.

“so do I.. why are you here?”

“Nothing special, I saw you from the window and came to say hi” 

●

Time fly faster than you could imagine, weeks of classes parties hookups with Tae that you keep a secret from your friends, after you spend the nights with him you leave early before anyone could see you, he always complains about that but you need to remind him you both are nothing special “still we should be more loving between us” he said.

He was right, but being this your first time doing just a ‘hookup relationship’ you didn’t want to get to attach.

It was a another party night in the house, celebrating the guys entrance to the fraternity, Jungkook call you his guest of honor, and you could be more happy to go, you were in your third drink, the music loud enough you barely hear yourself, and you were crushing in it the dance floor with Jimin, you needed a break so you leave to find a quiet space.

Between the many people you crossed you catch the image of Tae dancing with a girl, gorgeous girl you couldn’t deny that, she has a red strapless dress that marked his curves, she was hot, no one is college is that stupidly hot, she was dancing in his back moving his hips against Tae’s pelvis, he had her firm by her thighs and waist, when resting his head in her shoulder he finds you looking, before he could think of this would turn into a jealousy scene he find you smiling at him, you wave at him and leave the two of them to go to the kitchen.

You were sitting in the counter drinking what could only be water, you see Taehyung coming to make a drink, you just smiled him, you didn’t want to make the hottie girl for him, but he didn’t mind apparently when he lean next to you.

“Why is it that I only can catch you in quiet spaces?”

“Uhmm.. maybe cuz is the only way” It was true, rather than get flirty in a crowded place where your friends can see you, you prefer flirt with him in private, a place where you feel like yourself.

“Is that water?” he pointed at your red cup.

“Yes, I already reach my alcohol limit” you excuse yourself

“that’s boring” 

“hey you said it was cute” you tap him on the shoulder

“No, I said you were cute” he paused to give a look, his dark eyes were like a trap, occasionally you found yourself looking at them for too much, and he enjoys seeing your eyes going deep on them, like if your trying to find something.

“And you need to break your rules a little”

“I don’t, and you know you can call me cute”

“Well you haven’t prove the contrary” he smirked and you tap his shoulder again, more like punch it making him whine dramatically.

“You should go take care of your hottie, before I rip your arm” 

“Hottie?, you mean the girl”

You nodded “yeah, she was gorgeous”

“Nah, I’m okay with you”

“Seriously?” He looked confused “If I was you I will be taken to upstair now” 

He laughed “please do”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t know what to do”

“I can join, I’ll teach you” He rub your thigh, smirking again, was he serious? who knows

You laughed nervously “Oh no, she’s all yours tiger”

“It will be more fun with you”

“No”

“It will make you less cute”

“No, you go have fun”

“____, I really want you, we could be just us” 

“Don’t worry about me, we’re friends right?”

“Yeah” he looked confused, turning his head to the front nodding “we are”

“Are you okay?”

“I just… think you’re going to miss a lot a fun” he straightened up and drink all what was left of his plastic cup, facing back at you “I really think you should break your rules a little” he said before he could leave

You snort “just because i don’t want to have a trheesome?”

“No, because I know why you follow them so much”

❣ Now

You had to set three different alarms to wake up, but you manage to get up early on tuesday morning with plenty of time to make you a coffee, in front of the white wooden door, you start to wonder if is worthed to wake up early for this, but then again you don’t want to disappoint your teacher, so after a heavy sigh you pull the door.

No more than five people were sitting waiting, you saw the teacher wasn’t here yet. 

“___!”

Someone call you on your back, before you could turn around you’re hugged by someone, strong arms around your shoulder, and you recognise the smell of black vanilla, and soft flowers.

“Jungkook..” you were still under his arms, not giving a chance to move. “Jungkook, I can’t breathe”

He loose his hug a little but without free you, enough for you to look at him. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s being such a long time since I see you, and when I do you always turn around, so this time I won’t let you”

you could feel guilt, you spend so much time running away from everyone, you were sure they either forget you or resent you, but Jungkook didn’t seem neither of those, he look at you with the same warms eyes.

“Jungkook I…”

“If I let you go?, you promise you won’t escape”

words couldn’t get out of your mouth, if you could you wouldn’t know what to say, you wanted to ask him what was he doing here?, say that you were sorry for ignoring him all this time, you star to thinking if you could leave this place with an excuse that wouldn’t break Jungkook heart, you just nod.

Jungkook let you go, still in front of you smiling like a sweet child, like he always do, once he noted that you were still there and you did not escape, he was sure you wouldn’t leave, and if you were he won’t make it easy.

“Are you in this class too?” you nod again

“That great, we haven’t been together in a class a long time, let’s grab some seats”

He grabs you by the wrist moving to two free seat together, it takes you a time to finally seat, your heart it’s beating like crazy, and you still can’t manage to understand the situation, Jungkook looks so relaxed compared to you, it’s like nothing has changed, but it did.

“So what’s new” 

“w.. what?” 

“I haven’t see you in so long, your hair its longer, you look good”

“Thank you” your word manage to come out slow and dry, it’s not your intention but you’re still in shock.

He knows, he understand why you are actic like this, why you moved away from the guys, your friends and you avoided him, but  he figured that if he acted like things were like before it would be easy, and he knew you would run away if he bombard you with question.

“It’s okay ____” 

He place his hand on yours, trying to reduce any conflict there might be in your head, it felt like that for a moment, the warm of his hand and the comfort in his eyes were more than enough to give make you smile, you missed Jungkook so much, we was like a brother (a very energetic little brother) and you wished to throw your arms around him, say how much you missed him, but there was a reason, he became so close to Taehyung, you once thought that you can hang out with him like you always did, but Tae was always with him, they were close, so much that Tae came to your mind when you were with Jungkook.

It was so painful you avoid him, your best friend, you started to wonder why was he here, and if Tae… is he in this class too? no, no no no… you look around with fear, please don’t be here.

“____, hey!” 

Jungkook pressed your hand to focus on him, he saw your teary eyes, hard breathing and he could feel your heartbeat in your hand.

“It’s okay” he whisper to you “He’s not here”

It’s was a come back to reality, there was care in Jungkook eyes and you didn’t notice you were holding his hand back.

❣ Then

You could feel the sweat in your skin, you were on top of Tae moving your hips up and down while he handed some help with the grips on each side of yours waist, his growls had some effect that made you move faster, wanting him deeper inside of you.

You were feeling greed and no shame, you wanted all of him for you, maybe it’s the fact you were busy this days and you heard he’s being very attentive with others, after answer your text telling you to come over you didn’t waste time and make sure you’re still in his mind, after you both came, he got comfortable wearing just a sweatpants and gave you one of his t-shirt. 

“you can stay tonight” 

“don’t worry, it’s still early” you did stayed sometimes, but you didn’t feel the need of it this time.

“please ____” he sigh, at first he looked tired, maybe something annoyed.

“It’s okay, you look tired, so rest” 

“so do you, please ____ I want you to stay”

You can feel this heavy air around not sure how to describe it, there’s something you both need to say, but you’re not sure what is, Tae came to your back to hug you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“why?”

“Uh?

“why do you want me to stay”

“I just do, I know you want to too”

It was true, you had this need to be closer to him, your feelings were getting stronger, something you didn’t want to as this wasn’t that kind of relation.

“I should leave”

“I like you” He said faster than you could move “I really like you, and I know you like me too”

“Tae” this wasn’t in your plan

“tell me it’s not true”

“I do like you.. ”

“We could be together, I will be yours, and you mine” 

He whisper close to your ear you felt like melting inside, It could be, you weren’t planning this, this would be just a have fun relation, no compromise, but you did start to feel jealous in some point, and you wanted you call him yours and only yours, so why not ?

“okay” you turn around “I want that”

The slight smile in The had your heart running, he kiss you like many time before, but more intimate you could feel his tender lips better this time.

❣ Now

“I’m sorry Jungkook”

“You don’t need to say that” Jungkook hand was still on yours, he won’t let it go until he’s sure you are okay

You felt embarrassed, you can handle this better but the presence of Jungkook only bring back the thought of Taehyung and made it worse

“Is this the first time it happen?”

“no” 

“Is this because of… him?” he didn’t know if it was save to say his name

You didn’t know what to say, at first it was, because of the fear you could see him, but then it turned a general fear, like you got used to a disease that spread to your mind.

“I don’t know”

“we don’t need to talk about it” he smile kind and you nodded

Seeing him was unexpected, you were so shocked and scared, but happy, happy you could see his bunny smile again, that he could hold your hand for comfort. The best you could do is show how happy you are to see him.

“tell me what are you doing here?” he ask

“Uhm.. My teacher told me about it, he thinks it could help me”

“Well you are a good writer, I’m just here because Namjoon said it will be fun"

“Namjoon?” as the same Namjoon I know?

“He’s gonna teach this class” 

You were the definition of dumb face in the moment.

“I still remember the time you got drunk and talk bad about his writing"

“I did what!?” you never got that drunk, did you? FUCK

“Hi everyone” a deep voice call your attention to the front of the class, Namjoon walking in a grey sweater “Sorry I’m late my alarm didn’t go on in the morning”

You never had a deep friendship with Namjoon, he was easy to talk and funny in child way, but he was also a berry occupied student so you didn’t saw him often, and finding out you talk bad about him as writer… you just wanted to die in a hole

“But I’m here now and…” He soon realized your in this class, thanks to Jungkook, he probably will be annoyed with your presence but when you see him he smile to you.

“now we can start”

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→ a/n: so for next chapter we would know what Tae did ⊙_⊙’’ and it will be the last one to involve flashbacks //

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[nikosomething]

Heyyyy! I'm back again. Sorry it took a while to send this ask! Mmm I'd choose the lan sect cuz I need some form of structure in my life lol. I'm not too bad with rules either. But I'd definitely hate their food. I eat wwx levels of spicy and hence I'd like to join the jiang sect haha. Also, their sword forms look nice? YASSS We'd LOOK SO GOOD! 💙🖤 ooh I like what you read. I like reading pining, arranged marriage aus, crack fics, post canon fics, missing scenes, I like canon divergence aus that concentrate on characters other than wwx and lwj. I also like fics with sad endings haha. (1/4)

I'm a big multishipper, too! There's no ship that I don't like? My favorites would be wangxian and sangcheng though. I'm always up to reading these two ships, but I'd read anything really. I feel yah, I do. I can't pick a junior either. I love them all dearly but I tend to get bored if lan jingyi isn't there in junior fics? I need Jingyi to be a major part of the fic if I'm to like it haha. (2/4)

I loooooove Asian cuisine. My favorite is Indian! All that spice, you know? I hope you ate good food since you made yourself hungry answering that lol. Your answer about the seasons is so detailed and beautiful? I love?? Mmmm my favorite season is the rainy season. It's the best. I love the melancholy, the cold and the sound of water tapping against the windows. I'd rather stay at home than venture outside in the rain tho! Winter is the most comfortable time for me, really. I hate the summer! I love the cold and end of the year is my favorite time! (3/4)

Now questions! Have you read any other mxtx works? Also, if you could change one thing is mdzs, what would it be? Do you have any post canon wangxian headcanons? Oooh, what's your favorite wangxian moment in CQL? General questions- do you celebrate Christmas? If you do, are you excited and how do you celebrate? Do you drink coffee or tea or neither or something else? What other shows have you watched except CQL this year? Aight, that's so many questions haha. (4/4) See you soon- 🐰

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Heyyyy my dear bunny! I missed ya! But don’t worry, life gets busy sometimes, so take all the time you need <3

Whoahhhh so cool that you can eat intensely spicy food!! I am trying to get used to spicy stuff, but I got a looong way to go haha I detect every gain of pepper or chili or whatever so I am only making slow progress, but I do enjoy spice - up to the level I can take without ending up all red and teary-eyed haha I enjoy good food a lot, too. I like to have some variation so I’d probably be unhappy if I had to only ever eat the Lan cuisine, too hahaha

Ohhhh arranged marriage, people keep recommending it to me - I shoudl really give it a go at some point! Any good fics you wanna recommend? And omggg sad endings!!! Whoah, I bow to you! I’s always pick a happy ending but then again the ending has to fit the need of the story, so I suppose if a happy ending would feel forced then pls gimme a sad one, perhaps even one we can all learn from And yessss, there are so many amazing characters in MDZS I totally get why you’d wanna read about them!! <3

Ah Sangcheng! It’s quite the popular ship I feel. I think it’s cute and a close friend of mine really loves them, too. I bet they’d be excited if I got into that ship as well haha What do you love about Sangcheng? (sell it to meh hahaha, get me hooked) JINGYI!! Yes, he’d the spice we need in the junior fics! He is just so much fun! I think all of them together make such a perfect and well-balanced mix! Perf flavour hahaha What’s it with all the food references here. Am I mildly thinking about food again? Whaaaat Ohhhh Indian!!! (here we go again w the food hahaha) Damn I love Indian food! I cant take the spice so I always go for the noob dished, but they are amazing,t oo! What makes you hate the summer? Do you dislike sweating? You make it sound so cozy ahhh, I am happy we get to spend your fav season together, then, my dear bunny!! I love these timeless days between christmas and the beginning of the new year. It feels like everything is catching its breath and makes whatever you can think of become a bit more possibe

MXTX-related Questions

So far I haven’t read any other works of MXTX, but I think I wanna get to the one with the demonic guy in red and the white soft one next. What was it called? Heaven something? Now TMI tells me ‘City of Heavenly Fire’ which is absolutely not helpful. Uhm.. I could look it up, but then u wouldn’t witness my absolutely entertaining struggle of trying to make my brain work. The Scumbag Self Serving System (did I get that one right) is the first novel if I am correct. And then there is the Heavenly Helper... No... uhm Mysteries of Heaven... Heaven’s Helping Hand... I don’t think it’s getting any better here. I even watched the Donghua trailer wtf why can’t I remember hahaha... Voices of Heaven (that sounds like an American Singing Contest) Okay... imma look it up now.  HEAVEN’S OFFICIAL BLESSING! that one. I was so close Have you read any other works? <3

If I could change one thing in MDZS, what would it be? I would want for XXC and XY to not die, thank you. But then again how about non of my baes die? Okay, lemme try again, to get an impressive and seemingly deep reply... Have Meng Yao realise what kind of a horrible butt his dad is early enough to prevent most of the bad things that happen. I am not sure - but what’s your idea on this one?

My favourite WangXian moment? In CQL it’s the one where they are both at the Cloud Recesses, watching the snowflakes dance through the air. Their bond feels so deep there! Or the one where they are at the lantern thing and WWX get’s LWJ the bunny lantern. Just... the pure happiness. Or the one where they are bold husbands and run away from Carp Tower. Is it even humanly possible to pick just one moment?? Which one is it for you?

General Questions

Do I celebrate Xmas? Yes, I do! I go to my mom’s place for Xmas, where we have dinner and then her boyfriend puts on his super old, super old and worn-out Santa clothes (which is very endearing, cause he is always having the time of his life). Then he hands us our presents which are gathered under the decorated Xmas tree and we have to cite a poem or sing to earn each present. Afterwards we all unpack together, excitedly thanking each other, have dessert and then watch a movie or a video of our past christmasses someone put together It’s all very wholesome. How about you?

Coffee, tea or something else? I like Moccachino, cause it’s an amazing hybrid of coffee and cocoa!! It’s best with coconut milk! That kind of coffee makes me feel all cozy and comfy, but I handle it like a treat. I only drink one, while a close friend of mine drinks several cups of milky coffee a day. I also love cocoa, but I drink it like others drink espresso. I tiny highly concentrated cup. No more. Like a shot of chocolate hahaha I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but sometimes I crave it. As for tea, I looove herbal tea! Peppermint and Fennel Caraway Anise are amazing. Also freshly brewed ginger tea. And green tea with jasmine/flower blossoms or white tea. Big love for these. All of which without sugar so the flavour comes out to speak of its very own beauty I also like mate tea to keep me awake! Otherwise I love water or - omg - freshly pressed apple juice! The! best! Try it if you aren’t allergic! AHHHH that is honestly THE TREAT for me. Rare treat. I don’t even have it once a year. More like every four years or so. But dang. The. best. How about you? <3

Which shows have I watched this year? Many. Lots of cooking shows (on Netflix), cause, you know, food. xD By now I probably know almost all of them. There was a time when I was thoroughly up to date with ALL cooking shows on Netflix. One of my big dreams is being wealthy enough to hire a cook. To cook for me every day. Yes, yes. Otherwise lots of Asian shows. I can recommend:

Hotel Del Luna (omg, do urself a favour, judging from what I know about your taste I think you will like it a lot) also The King Eternal Monarch (good one, very good one)

I also watched Eternal Love and Eternal Love The Pillowbook, which were okay, but they aren’t my favourites Cinderella and the Four Knights was sweet Accidentally in Love was fun but has some major plot holes in my opinion I enjoyed She-Ra Who Are You moved me quite a bit ahhhh Extraordinary You was quite the ride, too!

What are your 2020 shows?