#and i didn't get any questions for my fics i requested... been hours... tried it in January and i don't recall getting any questions then

[epickiya722]

Yep, not doing that again...

[viasdreams]

jeno trying to propose to you !!

wc: 1100

a/n: based this off this clip from tds3 encore !! this is my first written fic and i really hope yall enjoy it! soz for any errors >_< thank you for reading <3

this week's date night with jeno was going really well, scarily so.

this was the first time in your two-year-long relationship that nothing had gone wrong during your scheduled date night.

something was always off, whether it be an abnormally long wait time at the restaurant you spontaneously chose, sitting next to a very cranky baby at the movies, or being stuck in traffic for so long, you miss your romantic couple's massage.

it didn't matter what it was, it was always something.

it happened so often, that it had become a joke between you and jeno. the two of you placing bets on what the incident of the week would be, whoever was closest getting to pick dessert.

that's why this date night felt off.

the restaurant was within walking distance so there was no getting stuck in traffic. jeno had made a reservation, so there was zero wait time. the chef cooked your meal to perfection, even taking the onions off, which they never did. and the waitstaff was wonderful, fulfilling your every request before you could even ask.

it was the perfect night.

and to be honest, it kind of freaked you out.

the bag of leftovers from your favorite restaurant hung from one of jeno's hands, your hand in the other as the two of you walked back to your apartment, opting to take the scenic route through the park.

"hey jen?" you broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between you. however, jeno didn't seem to notice, his eyes trained on something off in the distance.

you squeezed his hand to break him out of whatever trance he was in.

"jeno?" you said, louder this time.

that seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend snapping back to reality.

"ah sorry babe, i was thinking about something," jeno apologized, giving you the eye smile you loved so much.

"oh were you thinking about how weird this night has been?"

jeno stopped walking, abruptly pulling you back slightly due to your hands still being interlocked.

"you think tonight was weird?" there was a genuine look of worry painted across his features.

"well yeah'" you laughed at his question, incorrectly assuming that the two of you were on the same page about the situation.

you very much were not.

jeno's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what had gone wrong that evening.

"wh- what was weird about it?"

once again missing jeno's obvious confusion, you replied.

"it was perfect! i mean not a single thing went wrong." you held your free hand out for emphasis, "that's weird!"

everything clicked for jeno, a smug expression replacing his previously distraught one.

"you think tonight was perfect?"

you slowly nodded.

now it was your turn to be confused. did something happen that you were unaware of?

he placed the leftovers on the ground and brought his newly freed hand to yours, smiling down at it as he spoke.

"do you want to know why it was perfect?"

"yes?" you questioned, not really sure what was going on.

jeno laughed slightly at your puzzled look, enjoying watching his plan come to fruition.

"well, a month ago when i told you i was hanging out with yuta, i was actually going to that restaurant in preparation for tonight."

"wait but yuta told me about what you guys did? what do you mean you weren't with him?" you found his words hard to believe, recalling your hour-long phone call with yuta in which he recounted their 'bro banzanza' in excruciating detail.

"it's scary how good at lying he is," jeno chuckled.

the humor of the situation was lost on you. what about your boyfriend lying to you was funny?

"why did you lie? and what do you mean preparation for tonight?"

"im sorry for lying, but i needed an excuse to be out for a few hours. i needed to make sure the chef would nail your meal and i had to tell the waiter all about your dining habits."

you pulled your hand out of his grasp and turned away, trying to take in his words. why did he care so much about this one specific date that he would make preparations a month in advance? it wasn't your birthday or anniversary, so why?

you felt a warm hand gently caress your face, turning it back.

"i did all of that so tonight would be perfect for you. we never get to have perfect dates, and i love that, truly, but i wanted tonight to be perfect. we can have imperfect dates for the rest of our lives, as long as tonight wasn't one."

the rest of our lives?

just then the alarms in your brain sounded all at once.

holy shit.

he was proposing.

you watched your boyfriend reach into his pocket as he got down on one knee and prepared yourself for one of the happiest moments of your life.

the moment was taking longer than you expected though. thirty seconds had passed since he knelt down and jeno was now franticly shoving his hands into every single crevis on his body. his smile replaced with a look of pure shock.

"jeno?"

slowly he looked up at you, mouth agape.

"i forgot the ring."

your eyes widened, matching his.

"babe im so sorry, i was so caught up in making everything perfect that i forgot the most important thing. im so sorr-"

his apology was cut short as you burst into a fit of laughter, falling to your knees, level with your (still) boyfriend.

this caused jeno to laugh too, the gravity of his mess-up suddenly becoming hilarious rather than devastating.

"do you want to try again another time or do you want to keep going?" you asked between giggles.

"ill try again i guess," he sighed, "kind of sucks though, i had to tip that waiter and chef a lot of money to get them to do that." he slowly stood, holding out his hand for you. "like a lot of money."

"that's what you get for trying to ruin our messed-up date streak," you said, pulling yourself up and walking a few steps ahead.

once you were a good distance away, you turned back, "if it counts for anything, i would have said yes."

he barely made out what you said, but he still heard.

jeno quickly ran after you, kissing you overtaking every other thought in his head.

"jen the leftovers!" you yelled, pointing to the (apparently) very expensive bag of food now left abandoned.

he turned back and threw his arms up dramatically.

"damn, i can't remember anything!"

m.list ☁︎⋅

[reiderwriter]

If your requests are open could I get a fic where Spencer lost his virginity to bau!reader the night before and when he comes into work the next day Morgan is like ‘you look different’ (you know that stereotype that people you know well can tell when you lose your virginity) and bau!reader is like yeah you do why is that Spencer🤨 lmaoo

A/N: This was a really fun request to write! Nice, short and sweet! I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: implied sexual encounter, some suggestive talk, mentions of virginity.

Masterlist || Song Fic Challenge

“Wait, kid, hold up, something’s different. You get a haircut or what?” 

You tried your best not to giggle profusely as the blush crept up Spencer’s neck to sit prettily across his cheeks. It had only been an hour since you'd left him sleeping soundly in your bed after a night of well… ravaging him. 

Spencer Reid, your beautiful, awkward, nerdy, and charming coworker was no longer a virgin. Nor was he single. And surprisingly, he wasn't all that bad at sex either, a little cautious, but for all intents and purposes, quite the natural. 

He certainly hadn't turned into a sex god over night, but you did plan to accost him rather regularly from that point onwards, so you very much were enjoying the abject look of horror passing over his features at that moment. 

“I was running late this morning. My alarm didn't go off.” 

You stifled a giggle, knowing that his alarm probably had gone off. He'd just been in a completely different apartment and hadn't heard it. Maybe it was still going off now. 

When his eye caught yours, he froze still in a flush. It was impossible not to run tour gaze along the length of his body, showing him enough quiet appreciation you thought he'd drop to his knees. 

Instead, his hands that were wrestling with his tie fidgeted more, finding it impossible to tie the damn thing like he had every morning for the last five years. 

“Having some trouble, Spencer? Maybe I could help you out?” You winked at him to punctuate your question, and all he could do was stand and gulp down a breath, nodding in agreement. 

“You do look pretty tired, kid? Long night?” Derek asked, a quiet bemused look hanging on his face. He'd had this same conversation with Reid at least four times in the last year, assuming that every time he came in looking slightly dishevelled, he'd enjoyed a night of pleasure. 

It had certainly been pleasing to you, and you were absolutely going to help teasing Reid if you got the chance. You certainly enjoyed doing just that last night. 

Grabbing the two ends of his tie and pulling him a step closer to Reid - maybe a bit too close for two people in their place of work - you began righting all of his clothes. 

“You didn't wake me up,” he whispered with a pout into your ear, his pout audible even as he tried to keep his face neutral. 

“I tried,” you whispered back. “But every time I got close, you lunged for me in your sleep and started grinding your morning wood into my ass.” 

The flush that you enjoyed so much was now a fully glowing face. He was so red you expected steam to pour from his ears any minute. 

You finish knotting his tie and brush his shirt a little, just as Derek clears his throat again. 

“Kid, did you hear me? I asked if you had a long night.” 

Spencer's gaze didn't leave yours, though. Even in his embarrassment, he was so intently focused on you that it nearly set your entire body on edge. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, his gaze dropping to your lips. You wished they hadn't, because now you had to stop yourself from jumping him right there in the bull pen. 

“Oh shit,” Derek couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his chest as he stood looking from you to Spencer and then back to you. 

“Oh shit. Spencer, I didn't know you had game like that.” His words were wheezed out between fits of laughter, and you were irritated when the focus in Spencer's gaze shattered, settling into a look of discontent. 

“Derek, come on…” he groaned, and you put your hand gently on his chest to get him to look at you again. 

“Next time, I'll work my hardest to wake you up, Spencer.” 

With his jaw hanging open in shock, you pushed up onto your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him stood like a statue as Derek bent over in laughter, trying to catch his breath. 

You smiled in your final triumph just as Emily walked over to greet the two men and opened with a question. 

“Weren't you wearing that outfit yesterday, Reid?”  

[reallyromealone]

Can i request Kaname Kuran x Pureblood Male Reader and reader is kaname's betrothed from birth. If you can you can put in more details but can it be an omegaverse please.

Title: mate oh my mate

Fandom: vampire knight

Characters: vampire knight cast

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Kaname x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, Omegaverse, Omega male reader, vampire reader, feeding, yuuki has rage

Notes:

Summary: reader is requested to attend cross academy by his mate and Yuuki is less than impressed

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"Fiance?" Yuuki was confused, looking around the room while Kaname nodded, holding a photo of the Omega in question, a pure blood dressed in soft cremes "he will be joining the night class!" Cross cheered, trying to see the bright side of the newest student. "He knows the rules, I assume?" Zero grunted at the pure blood who gave him a barely veiled look of annoyance.

"He is fully aware"

Yuuki tried to hide the envy she felt towards the Omega... This was kanames mate...

A pure blood male Omega, probably trained to be the perfect mate for him.

"But there's no Omega dorms in the night class...?" Yuukis question was a thinly veiled argument and Kaname looked at her fondly, as if she were a little sister "we have already made the proper arrangements, his room will be across from mine" Kaname seemed quite pleased with his words, always a slightly smug with each sentence.

Yuuki just sat there before letting out a sigh and standing, storming out of the room.

Confusion swept the vampires face, cross and zero knowing exactly why she left "she had to learn eventually..." Zero mumbled and cross agreed.

Kaname decided he didn't want to pursue this drama, human drama wasn't really something he cared for before excusing himself, after all...

His mate should be here any moment.

-

(Name) Sat in the limo calmly, dressed in his new uniform while staring at the scenery curiously while the sun was setting. He had never been to a school, having been homeschooled prior but his alpha wanted him close, not liking the distance and limited time together. A ring sat on his finger, a beautiful ruby, surrounded by garnets... It reminded (name) of kanames eyes...

His alpha had such lovely eyes...

"We can see each other each day my kana..." (Name) Whispered, pleased with the concept of seeing his beloved once again after almost a month a part, the only commutation being letters; thank god Kaname left him scented objects. The school was truly something, the grand school peaking from the horizon and the trees barely hiding it "so this is where kana stays..." (Name) Was curious about the school, his staff told him roughly how it works...

-

Kaname could sense his mate before he even got on the grounds, the exhaustion of his beloved seeping into his skin, the distance had been taking a toll on him after all. (Name) Was asleep when the limo pulled up and Kaname wasted no time scooping him into his arms and wandering to the night class dorms, looking at the light of his life and hopefully he will be less exhausted after this nap...

(Name) Was usually quite more lively, the sun to his moon but it seems that the seperation had made him so tired... Poor thing. He barely acknowledged the night class while bringing (name) to his room, the Omega immediately snuggling into the blankets and taking in Kanames scent. Looking at his mate, Kaname felt relief and crouched before him "soon we will be out of here... I just have loose ends to tie up and you will be marked and we will go home..." He promised before getting up and walking towards the door, glancing back at the sleeping vampire.

It was hours before (name) woke, eyes snapping open and looking around the unfamiliar room and sniffing... "Starving..." He whispered, wanting nothing more than his alpha to be here so he could pin him down and enjoy what he's been deprived of. Stepping out of the room he looked around with a slouch, Senri the first to notice him and alert the rest of the night class and subsequently Kaname.

"Where is he?" (Name) Said slowly, hungry and frankly not in the mood for any games of any sort "he's in the gardens... He will return soon" Senri spoke softly and (name) just stared before wandering off.

"I just don't understand! Why can't it be me?!" A voice called out and Kanames voice could be heard almost exasperated "Yuuki, I love you but not in the way you want... You're my sister and that will never change but (name) is my mate" Kaname explained to his sister who sobbed angrily "but I love you!"

"But I don't love you"

And at that moment, Yuuki Kuran broke.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she ran off and Kaname kept composure before turning towards his mate "hello my love..." Exhaustion evident in his voice and (name) wandered towards him "she had to learn eventually..." (Name) Reached towards him and gently traced his face and Kaname rested his head in his mates hand.

The two walked back into the dorms and up to kanames room, the Alpha offering his neck to his beloved who Kissed his pulse lovingly before biting in, starved of his mates blood. Kaname gently rubbed his hips and ass, letting his beloved take what he needed before pulling back and snuggling into him "are you hungry alpha?" (Name)s voice content and dream-like and Kaname simply kissed the blood from his lips "I'll feed later, for now we have much to discuss, no?"

(Name) Was graceful and elegant, arm linked with Kanames while students looked on in awe at the Omega with an ornate engagement collar, (name) nodding kindly to the fellow omegas in the school in an act of omega-omega kindness, no matter the hierarchy it was seen as an equal understanding to one another and safety in numbers.

Even if he was a vampire, it was nice to have fellow omegas.

"So why are you attending this school... You received your education" (name) asked while they walked to the headmasters office and Kaname hummed "to keep an eye on my sister, I worry for her and she's attached to a specific human... After the Rido situation... I don't want to risk it"

"Reasonable"

(Name) Was curious while sitting beside Kaname, the headmaster and an obvious hunter "thank you for coming here (name)" cross smiled and (name) nodded politely, looking towards Kaname who nodded "vampiric tradition requires the Omega to have approval before talking to an unknown alpha, as I am required to gain approval before talking to unknown omegas"

"I see, well (name) if there's anything you need here to make your transition smoother please don't hesitate to ask" cross said kindly and yagari glared at the Omega "and one slip up and it's curtains, do you understand me?" His voice stern and (name) nodded calmly "if I find out you fed on any student you will be executed"

"I can only feed from my alpha or those pills you gave me... " (Name) Spoke softly and cross looked confused "vampiric mates can only feed off each other, they don't have claim marks but the rules would still apply for them" yagari explained, already tired of this conversation and (name) was pleased the hunter understood.

"Well regardless, we hope you feel safe and welcome"

"Thank you, sir Cross..." (Name) Spoke kindly before leaving with his mate.

"Now let's hope yuuki doesn't cause problems" cross mumbled, leaning back into his chair.

[ickie]

♡ evergreen \ ln4.

pairing: lando norris x reader summary: lando is a cheater, and has to deal with the consequences of his actions. \ 500+ words. warnings: mild language, nothing bad. not a happy ending, sad fic??? notes: very reminiscent of how me n my boyfriend broke up but we're not gonna talk about that ! feel free to leave any feedback here, and my requests are open !

"you're an asshole."

the words came out before you could stop them, arms crossed over your chest as you stared the brit down. you had seen the picutres, hell you had seen the videos of lando driving some girl around in his mclaren. it wasn't like he tried to be inconspicous about what he was doing... they had gone out in the middle of the day in the broad daylight. there was no hiding even attempted on their part, at least not this time.

"it's not what it looked like, babe... i promise." he stepped forward, a hand coming to reach for your arm. you jerked away, jaw clenching as you shook your head. "it was exactly what it looked like! do i look stupid? do you think i don't see what the fuck goes on? i'm not oblivious. you have people that watch your every fucking move..." you choked on your words as you tried to fight back the knot that had formed in the back of your throat.

"who is she?" you asked the question that had littered your thoughts for the past two hours that lando had been gone, the same question that had been put in the comments of the pictures, of the videos, of the threads that you had seen on twitter... his pictures with this girl were everywhere and it seemed the only person who didn't know was lando himself.

"she's just a friend!" you couldn't help but laugh at the excuse, your mouth opened in disbelief. "if you can't believe me when i say this, you clearly don't fucking trust me. i'm your boyfriend. we've been together for ages. but if me hanging out with another girl is what takes this over the line then so fucking be it." it was almost as if lando didn't even care about the hurt that he had put you through, seemingly only mad that he had been caught.

"i- we're done." you shook your head, lips pursing as you ran a hand down your face. "you're a piece of shit human, and i hope you know that everyone seems to know that except for you. i deserve better, hell, that girl deserves better." you swallowed harshly, lips pursed together.

"you don't mean that," you had only assumed that the gravity of what lando had done had become crushing down on him in those moments, his demeanor had switched from one of annoyance to one of hurt. you shook your head once again.

"i do mean it lando. i can't keep fucking doing this. you don't deserve me. and i sure as hell don't deserve to keep living with whatever the fuck we are. we are done, lando. you can't win me back this time." tears had been streaming down your face as you walked towards the front door of his place. still not having quite processed what had happened between you and the man you had once considered the love of your life as you left.

all you knew was that in that moment you felt numb. you couldn't be mad, you couldn't be sad, all you knew was that you were going to have to get used to a new norm - a life without lando in it.

[velvetures]

*Peeks from a corner*

Merry Christmas!

Hi um...can I just say your comfort fluff fics have made me realize just how touche-starved I personally am. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

So, if I could be so bold as to ask for a fic with Soap or Gaz or Keegan with that same theme? Making sure they're taken care of, or make them feel safe enough to let their guard down for a bit?

Again, totally fine if you have other things to do, but it would really male my day if you did. Thank you and have a nice day!

- 💀

Fall Back

a/n: thank you for the request babes... I'm sorry Christmas is just now here in mid-fucking May :( I'm ashamed. Additionally, this is my first time writing for Keegan... and I'm still working out the specifics for my interpretation of his character and behavior. So this is a bit different from what I've written before. Hopefully you enjoy it. summary: Keegan's worn down to the bone. And you're there to help him. t/w's: none.

his eyes are almost identical to my husband's... why didn't I notice until now...

He only comes to you when things get too heavy to bear.

And not in the way a refrigerator empty of food, or a late rent payment would weigh on your mind. You’ve not seen the same things he has… and fuck, he’ll do anything to make sure you never do. The mere thought that any of the nightmares and constant PTSD triggers that make him jumpy could touch your conscious would send him into an entirely new mental warfare, impossible to win. No, he shows up when he needs it most. No matter what you might be doing, or how it could appear, he’s crawling on his belly with a broken look in his eyes. Pride bruised, strength dissolved, and voice rough with more pain than you thought he could ever survive.

You tried keeping the back door unlocked for him. Thinking he’d take it as a sign that your home is always welcome. It resulted in him forcing you to lock the doors and make him a key. That lasted a couple of months, and then he lost the key somewhere in Cuba. Something about a guy ripping his chain off his neck and subsequently the key to your door that he wore alongside his dog tags. He’d been quick to change all of your locks after that. And since then, he’s decided that crawling in through your bedroom window is the only way he’ll enter your house unless you’re formally inviting him in.

Maybe it’s the anti-social part of him that believes he can’t come and go as he pleases. Spending precious time sneaking into your little house instead of doing what he came for in the first place. Getting close to you. Sometimes he won’t wake you up. Just taking off his bloody-soaked gear and taking a quick wash in the shower before curling up to you in bed. Tucking you under him, and breathing in the soft smell of your soap and fresh sheets. Other times, you’ll stir away when you hear boots scuffing heavily against the floor. Hearing heavy breaths and his tac vest thumping to the floor. Witnessing what it’s like when a ghost finally runs out of hatred and cold-blooded determination.

“Are you hurt?” It’s almost always your first question. After so many missions, he’s almost always got something that needs looked at. And while you never thought that tying stitches or cleaning shallow stab wounds would be a common occurrence in your life, Keegan has made it so that your medical kit under your bathroom sink is always stocked and ready for emergency-room worthy injuries.

He’s not going to talk much, even if he’s in good shape. It’s not in his disposition. More like a shelter dog sent back too many times for growling or bearing his teeth. Wary of everything, yet so desperate for touch that he’s willing to show you exactly where a bullet grazed his thigh. About eight hours old and weeping blood, staining a pair of pants that you’ll spend time scrubbing out in the morning while doing laundry. But if you’re worried, he’s going to hide just how badly he’s hurting… if for nothing than your sake.

He’s already broken into your house again… and now bleeding all over the bathroom rug with pretty flowers you bought after the last time he made a mess in there. Constantly reminding himself it’s selfish to demand you care for him. To show up with a shitty fucking attitude and guilt you into licking his wounds when he can’t bear to do it himself, or admit to the medical staff on base that he needs it. You’re too kind for this kind of bullshit. Too sweet to run him off though. And it’s why he keeps crawling back. Greedy… hungry… insatiable… he’s always admonishing himself for just how little control he possesses when there’s an opportunity to leave you alone, or place himself right in the middle of your life again.

“Everyone come back alive?”

Keegan has a love hate relationship with that particular question. Debating on whether or not he likes that you worry for his teammates in such an honest way; or if he’s so jealous of your mind wandering to them, and what fucked-up things they do during missions that it’s almost unbearable to hear you ask it.

“Alive.” He breathes out steadily as you thread your stitching through his skin for an eighth time, tying another knot over his twitching and aching muscles.

You’re always asking questions about the missions. About what he had to do, if he got hurt, where they went… it’s innocent enough. You mean well. But he never can tell you much. Protective instinct and top secret red tape make much of the details not worth the risk of divulging. But he’s patient with you. Giving away small hints maybe by saying a few words in a native language, or talking about a particular landmark that might’ve been close enough that you can make a guess from there. At this point, you’ve learned at least a few words in: German, Russian, Thai, and multiple hispanic dialects. A smart woman, of course, but he’s always surprised when you connect his work to something you’ve seen on the news.

It’s like you’re always watching for him.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Maybe you do look out for him in more ways than one. Not bothering with the fact that you’d already completed your nightly routine, just to strip down and get a shower running. Rubbing out strained shoulders with soft hands, and gently thumbing out the thick knots in his lower back. It’s the only pressure he’s willing to accept in this state. Merely breathing just to live for more of your touch. Keegan can’t even bother with soap, and had it not been for you, he wouldn’t have at all. Feeling you scrub down every inch of him. Much more like a maid than… well… he still didn’t know what kind of label to put on this relationship.

There were too many variables and more questions than he could answer. Sure it was… transactional at times, but he’d be remiss to ignore all of the ways you occupied his thoughts when it wasn’t appropriate to. And you always do more than you’re supposed to. Just like now. Wrapping your arms around him for behind and kissing over his shoulder blades. Humming a soft tune and letting your fingertips trace over his stomach. Any man should be able to admit that he’s weak for it… but Keegan can’t readily do that.

Fighting his own heart pounding in his chest as you sway him back and forth. Wishing he could let this feeling go. Be a stronger man. Be a better ghost and lock himself away behind the gear and guns. Fuck. You’re so good at it though. Stripping him down to nothing, even when he thought there wasn’t anything else left. Soothing aches and kissing away pains he blocked out for so long that he felt like had disappeared. You are smarter than that. You know how his mind works whether he likes it or not. How willing he is to go from hell and back so many times that he’s unsure of what kind of being he truly is. Caught between worlds of warfare and the softer one where you always welcome him back, knowing that within a few days the gore will call him back for service.

“Sleep on the couch…” He mutters, standing with a towel slung around his hips and a bleary look in satin light-blue eyes. “Don’t wanna stain your sheets.”

He’d seen them upon arrival; crisp white and hundred-dollar softness he didn’t want to touch. Between the blood and feeling of getting spoiled to them, it wasn’t worth it to him. He’d done it before without much thought, but this time something was making him attempt responsibility.

“Then I’m coming with you, Russ.”

You’re smiling that damned smile he dreams about. That one where the gap between your front teeth shows and the dimpled skin on your cheeks shadows just enough to make him forget that you’re human. Angelic. Teasing… Gracefully not leaving him room for an argument. Simply turning around and headed towards the bedroom without another word as to if he’d be choosing to lay cramped on your couch. Hell, it’s four in the morning, and your mind is sharp enough to play with him just enough that he’s stalking back into the dark room and watching you crawl into the bed with an expectant, innocent look directed at him.

Keegan can’t help it.

He’s under the sheets and unceremoniously reaching for you without hesitation. Feeling his callouses catch on your skin and wincing when he hears his rough palms scratch at you. No matter how rough it feels, you’re still sliding closer. Careful of bruises and cuts, tucking yourself against him and using one arm to guide his head against your chest. Laying just above him. Incentivizing him to hug tightly to you and tuck his head under your chin. Allowing this unfeeling soldier to hide in the temporary shelter of your heartbeat.

You rub his head, and feel short, clipped, hair tickle your fingertips. Soft from a shampoo and condition after weeks away in sand that made the bathroom floor feel gritty. You’re almost always pressing kisses to his forehead and using your other hand to rub over his brow bone and bridge of his nose. Seeing in the nighttime shadow where his face paint has settled into wrinkles that you didn’t manage to wash off in the shower. Looking at long, black eyelashes that flutter a bit when you scratch up and down the back of his neck.

“You’re so pretty…” You always talk to him like this. Unable to keep from spouting praise that wells up after long periods of not knowing if he’s alive, let alone safe.

You’re not dumb. You know he’s dangerous. Maybe even a monster in some people’s eyes. But it’s a necessary evil, and it’s something you came to terms with easily. Because you didn’t just see him for the guns and direct orders. You got to witness moments like this where he’s nothing but a man in desperate need of humanity. Hungry for connection. Soft touches… and whether he liked it or not, the praises that you whisper against his pink-tipped ears.

“You’re the pretty one, dollie.” He grumbles back, squeezing your hip in a big hand.

It makes your face heat up just ask quickly when he pulls that one out. Almost always with a nickname up his sleeve that just makes it all that much more worth it. But being anything other than your own name to him… it’s a different kind of reward. One that has you smiling like a fool as you get sleepier. Nearly petting him to sleep, and hoping to god you can stay awake longer than he does just to prove you’re willing to. Maybe willing isn’t even strong enough…

Any way you think about it, there’s a sense of duty you hold much like his to a career as a ghost. Yours stemming from love so deep for this man that it’s painful watching him crawl to you as a last resort. Despising what or whoever made him feel like wanting a warm bed, and someone to look after him when he’s weak, is wrong. God it’s enough to make you angry. Looking down at a man who could make anyone tremble, and seeing him curled up against your chest like he’s clinging to a shred of comfort. If you thought picking up a gun alongside him would change things, you’re certain you’d have done it years ago. Right when all of this started and Keegan was much more proud. Unwilling to relent as easily as he does now.

But it took that long because there wasn’t another option.

He wouldn’t have allowed it if you were any different of a person, or hadn’t possessed the patience for him to let go like this. You’re positive no one knows that this is where he runs to when things get too hard. None of his team, and with no family to speak of, you’re left as his final resort, but the only one he trusts. Unlike Keegan who avoids his medal pinnings with sheer hatred, you wear your designation proudly. You’re always shining it… polishing it… looking for the first opportunity to show just how willing you are. Just for the chance to hold him. Anything to feel his breathing even out after weeks of holding it. Anything to clean him up. Put him back together.

All while silently praying that it’ll be the last time. Wishing he’d see that you aren’t a last resort, and that he can lay here as long as he wants without losing the worth he assigned to himself after becoming a ghost. Wondering when it’ll come to an end where he can come back and hang up the guns laying on your bedroom floor, forever. Patiently anticipating the day you can not have to wait until he’s asleep to say exactly how you feel.

“I love you, Keegan…”

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[soulidarity]

Heyy can I pls request another hurt comfort rafayel x reader fic where you go out with him and he tries to play it cool but he’s having a really hard time with his condition and he’s dizzy/nauseous and struggling to see clearly so he needs you to help him. I love that you’re willing to explore this more it’s so :’)

hiding

out on a date at an amusement park, rafayel has a hard time keeping up

rafayel was a smart man, he thought. by presenting this persona of the whiny, princessy artist, his pain got disguised as a simple tantrum, causing the hunter to just roll her eyes the few times hed make a comment.

he wasn't sure if he wanted her to take him seriously or not. he didnt want pity, he didnt want to stip the date, he didn't want to dissapoint her. he did want to rest.

the artist was proud of himself, they had been in the amusement park for a couple of hours now and he had managed to only jokingly complain three times, playing it off. but now he was facing his mortal enemy.

the teacup ride.

resting against the railing that signaled the queue to the ride, rafayel held his head. apart from his usual leg pain, he was really dizzy. he'd manage to survive the few rollercoasters they'd had gone on, she knew he was afraid of heights so they hadn't gone on any extreme ones.

"you're quiet today, all good?" she asked, mid chewing a churro

he faked a smile, his usual one. "puh-lease cutie, how could i be not good when im with you" he gave her a peck on the cheek "just a bit embarrassed that most people in line are, like, children"

"there are some other young couples in line, dont be shy!" she offered him a bite of the treat, he waved his hand in refusal "i havent gone on this ride since I was a kid with my grandma, I'm so excited"

oh that was just great. the ride had sentimental value. now he HAD to get on.

"you look so adorable when you're excited, cutie"

it took another ten minutes before they got on. he gripped the steering wheel, noticing his shaking hands. shit. maybe he should've eaten the churro, but now it was to late, hed definitely puke it out and mc had already finished it before getting on.

with a loud countdown that hurt his head more than he'd like to admit, the ride started spinning. mc smiling at him as she spun the cup with all her might, a few seconds later she must have noticed rafayels dreadful gaze, slowing the cup down a bit. he could feel her staring as he gripped the side handles. was his façade borken? he couldn't have resisted the one minute the ride lasted? was he that pathetic?

his vision started getting blurry, the familiar white spot aura filling his vision. the tingling sensasion on his legs warning him of the pain that was coming.

the ride ended, she got off before him, offering her hand. maybe out of worry, maybe out od affection or maybe both. he appreciated that it looked just like a normal situation between boyfriend and girlfriend.

he took her hand and went to stand.

pop.

there went his left knee.

a frown was shown on his face, he couldn't fake it anymore. he struggled to straighten his leg to get up. he started panicking. why couldn't he do it? he needed to hurry or she'd start questioning. were they the last people on the ride? he needed to hurry before the ride operator started to pester them. sweat started forming. he could feel mc's grip tighten but, where was she? his vision spotty, not able of making out exactly where everything was.

he felt a familiar arm on his back, then another on the back of his knees. did mc just... pick him up in front of all these people? can fishes die from sunlight? because thats what hed hope would happen as he felt it when they left the shadowed area of the attraction.

he closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around her neck.

"i got you rafayel, hold on just a bit more."

he felt himself being laid down on a bench, the sounds of the park being drowned out. was his hearing also betraying him or had she ran extremely fast to an unoccupied area?

"im gonna lift your pants up to your knees to check if its inflamed, okay?"

her voice sounded as sweet and clear as ever, so no, his hearing wasn't bad. a win he'd happily take.

"rafayel, your knee is definitely injured. why didnt you tell me anything?"

he just grunted, maybe if he ignored everything he could play it off better.

"yel... please... look at me"

he opened his eyes, blinking aggressively to try to get the white spots to leave, but even in between them, he could make out the worried expression on her face

"you were so excited..."

"and you were in pain! when did you start feeling bad"

"well, my knee always hurts, but it started hurting more by the second ride we got on. standing for so long in the queues messes me up a bit. then i started getting dizzy and by the time the teacups were done i had lost a bit of my vision, pretty sure i have a migraine too because god did that annoying music hurt my brain."

"have you ever gone to the doctor? has this happened before?"

he scoffed, "go for what? im fine. and i have gone before, its genetic, has no cure. i can fix my legs a bit with exercise but it hurts to do it, and i spend so much time painting that i honestly forget about it. ive had an mri, the spots and dizziness aren't cause by a tumor, they cant figure our a main cause apart from me staying up in the darkness painting and stress." he sighed "i didnt want to ruin our date with this because im just learning to live with it, today is just a bad day, i can usually handle this."

she looked serious, looking him up and down before turning around and squatting in front of the bench

"get on my back?"

"wh- wha- mc! I'm fine! I can walk"

"I know, but cant i carry my lovely boyfriend?"

rafayel reluctantly got on, he felt a bit embarrassed but at this point, whats he got to lose. he hid his face on her shoulder.

after a few minutes they sat down at a cafe, it was nicely decorated but not a lot of people were there.

"ill get you something to eat, then we're gonna discuss this."

as soon as she left, he slumped into the chair. this was not how he wanted the day to go.

soon after, she came back with a pastry and a milkshake, dropping them off infront of him before sitting down "alright, so what do you want me to do?"

"excuse me?"

"how do you want me to react, how do I help you and when do you rather i leave you alone"

rafayel thought for a bit "i guess, i dont want you to leave, first of all. but dont treat me like im weak, dont pity me... ill try to be more honest about how im feeling so we can take it slow, but i dont want this to change how we hang out, i like what we do. its just... my body being stupid"

she held his hand "its not stupid, things happen. i have my fair amount of medical issues and you know that. do you think im weak because of my heart disease?" rafayel shook his head "see! its not weakness, its just a hurdle, but it shows we can deal with a lot more stuff and it'll take a lot more to bri g us down"

rafayel chuckled "thats corny..."

"yeah well i learnt it from my grandma so be respectful young man!"

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as soon as i got this request, my brain started giving me a hundred ideas. i landed on this one, but maybe another time if youd like i could explore more of rafayel letting mc help him with his vision and nausea stuff since shed now know about his condition.

once again, this is heavily projecting because i have similar medical issues so i write from my experience, these types of medical conditions can vary a lot from person to person. im not saying the diagnosis on purpose, so that more people can feel represented. most of the symptoms are related to things he has in canon

[thelov3lybookworm]

Heyyy can I request something? It's readers birthday and she wanted to wear a particular white dress that she saw while strallinga round velaris one day. She couldn't buy it that time because maybe she was running late to something? But when a week before her birthday she takes Azriel with her to buy that dress and finds out it's already sold out and can't get it again. She's very sad because she wanted to wear that dress but can't now and az sees this and gets sad too but on her birthday he surprises her with it🥲🥲

This literally happened to me yesterday but the thing is I had to wear my back up outfit because I literally couldn't find my dress anywhere 😭😭😭 I wanted my birthday to be perfect this year because I turned 18 and it was except the dress🥲

Happy Birthdays

Summary: Fate seems to be enjoying making Y/n's life miserable too much.

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A/n: I'm soo sorry you had to go through that 😭 it really sucks when something you want gets sold out or you can't find it. I wanna come there and comfort you, but I can't do that, so here is the fic you asked for.

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Her day was going like shit, and she wanted to smash something to pieces.

In the morning, she was woken up after having a nightmare where she was chased around by a hound with a stick. And the hound was running on two feet while the other two held the stick like a sword.

After that, when she went down to her kitchen to get breakfast, she realised her favourite breakfast cereal box was empty. She then had to eat some buttered up toast. Not that she disliked it, but she was really craving her favourite cereal.

When she decided to get ready for the day, she stubbed her toe on the dresser.

She had decided to go get her cereals and some items for dinner tonight as her mate would be coming back from a mission, and she was planning on making his favourite meal for dinner.

But of course, her day was apparently fated to be stressful.

The nearest store was closed, so she had to walk to another store to get her items. When she was returning home, she spied one of the most beautiful dresses she had seen in one of the displays of a shop.

But she had to go home and make preparations for dinner, so she decided to return in a few hours, just before Azriel came home, so she could wear the dress and surprise her mate.

Today being her birthday would also be a good excuse to treat herself to a beautiful dress.

So she walked home as fast as she could to finish the preparations for the elaborate meal she wanted to make for her mate.

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The dress was all she could think about. Apart from her mate's return, of course.

She had finished making dinner an hour ago, and now as she stood in front of the store, she wished she'd worked faster. Or already bought the dress before.

Because the figurine in the glass display of the shop was now wearing another dress. Y/n nearly screamed in frustration.

Why was it always her? Why did she always have to have bad experiences on special days?

She didn't have any hope, but she still decided to check in with the store owner to make sure that the dress was truly gone.

"You mean the dress which was on that figurine?" The owner questioned, pointing. Y/n nodded. "Oh, I am so sorry my dear, we just sold it to a male a couple of moments before you arrived."

Y/n's heart sunk. She didn't even have to be hours earlier. If she'd only walked quicker or just winnowed, she could have had the dress. "It's– it's alright. Thank you."

Y/n quickly made an exit, trying not to cry as all her emotions became a jumbled mess. Her day had just not been good, and the one thing that might have made her happy other than her mate was gone. She just hoped the mother didn't play any more jokes on her and extend her mate's mission. That would truly be the cherry on top.

She pushed open the front door to her and Azriel's house, her head hung low as she tried not to cry. Her mate would be home any second, and she didn't want to worry him.

But the faelights were on, so it could only mean one thing.

Azriel was back.

She rushed in, wiping at her face in case any tears had escaped.

She found him in the kitchen, smiling at her.

"I was searching for you love." He mumbled as she came closer. He looked thoroughly exhausted, his hair windblown and his wings drooping just the slightest bit. But he looked happy, excited even.

He searched her face as he lifted his arms to pull her in for a hug, frowning and probably wondering why his mate was looking half dead, just before Y/n buried her face in between his neck and shoulder. "What happened, my love?"

And then all the frustration and pent up emotions of the day came tumbling out as she cried into his neck, telling him about how her day had just gotten worse and worse as it progressed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry my love. I wish I could make it better." He stroked her back, pressing gentle kisses into her hair. "What did the dress look like? Maybe I could help and get a similar one for you? There must be similar dresses."

Y/n shook her head. "It's gone now Azzie. Let's just forget about it. I know I sound so silly crying over a dress, but my day had just been so frustrating."

"I don't think it's silly Y/n. It's okay to want to be sad over something you wanted but couldn't get, especially on your birthday." After a moment, he went on. "While returning, I got you a dress as a gift. It might not be what you wanted, but it's beautiful nonetheless. Do you want to see it?"

"Sure Azzie." She gave him a small smile, wiping at her face as he pulled out the bag with the dress from his shadows.

He handed it to her, a faint look of anticipation in his eyes as she peered in. The color of the dress was the same as the one she had seen, and her heart seemed to slow down before speeding up again. Could it be...

She quickly grabbed the dress and pulled it out, shaking it open as her mouth fell agape. She was sure her jaw was on the ground as she stared at the dress she had wanted and been crying for.

She turned to Azriel, who furrowed his brows at her reaction. "Love?"

"Azzie, this is the same dress I was telling you about!"

He blinked. "What?"

"Yes! This really is the dress I wanted!" Her eyes started yo fill with tears again, but they were happy tears this time.

"If you're sure, then go get changed. Didn't you want to wear it today?"

She laughed. "Yes, I'll go get changed."

Y/n rolled onto her tiptoes and kissed Azriel's cheek, to which he smiled. And then she slapped the smile right off his face.

He gaped at her. "What was that for?!"

She lifted her chin, turning to go into her bedroom and change. "For making me cry."

"How did I make you cry?"

"You got the dress, and that made me think it was sold out, and it made me sad, so that is why."

"That's not fair!" He said angrily, but she could hear the smile in theose words.

"Never said it was."

She grinned as she heard him laugh. The type of laughs he only did when he was in her presence, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his body, his chest rumbling.

Some time later, after she had put on the dress, she flounced down the stairs, twirling and grinning as she showed it to her mate, who smiled as he leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed at his chest.

"Happy birthday my love." He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head when she finally stopped flitting around trying to show him her new dress.

She smiled up at him before she tugged him down so she could kiss him.

This birthday of hers would have been a disaster, but now that she had her mate, she knew he would stop at nothing to make her happy.

Knew that he would stop at nothing to make sure her birthdays were actually happy.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless

[liveforjeongin]

We're Okay

This one is for my baby @itzsana-kiddingmenow. I love you so so so so so much

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

lee!Hyunjin lers!Changbin and Minho

requested by: no one

warnings: ig it's angst(?, soft tickling

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125

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Hyunjin was in a huge lee mood, he wasn't gonna deny that.

Since that day Minho and Chan had wrecked him and he found out he liked being tickled, he had discovered quite a lot of things.

And also had the nerve to tell the rest of the members.

From the moment he confessed his love for being tickled, the members had teased and tickled him nonstop, he could barely breathe without getting poked or teased.

Did he hate it? Not even a bit. He loved it immensely, but of course he tried to deny it everytime he was asked that question.

But lately... It had been a different story...

They were extremely busy lately, and lots of them weren't feeling quite okay, they were just too tired.

And Hyunjin understood that, that's why he didn't even complain when the teases and tickles reduced considerably, before eventually stopping.

It'd be the worst lie of them all to say that Hyunjin didn't miss it, he missed it a ton, but his friends were first, they weren't at their best, and he understood that, that's why he remained quiet about the topic for months.

He tried, of course, to ask them to do it again... But besides some small tickle sessions, he got nothing.

And of course he was feeling sad... Yes, but he didn't want to seem like a bad friend, or that he didn't care about the guys' feelings... Cause that was very important to him.

Skz were now in the US, their schedules as busy as ever. Hyun was currently layed down on his bed in his hotel room, crying, he was sharing it with Minho, but he was out, God knows where.

He suddenly got a text from Changbin. 'Hey Hyunjinnieeee~ What you think about a Hyunibini live right now?' It said.

Hyunjin couldn't help but smile a little at the proposal. Yeah, that sounded great... And calmed his tears a little.

Binnie went to his room, and they went on live for around one hour, when they finished, they just kept talking right there until Minho arrived.

"Oh, hi, Changbinnie" greeted him, a hint of surprise on his voice to see him there.

"Hi, hyunggg~"

"What are you guys doing?" the oldest asked.

"We went on live. Just finished it" Hyun replied.

"Oh okay" simply said, not really minding much.

"I was actually gonna leave right now" Bin announced, standing up from the younger's bed.

Sensing the good mood in both of his hyungs, Hyunjin wanted to ask them for some teases and tickles... But wasn't sure of how.

So, he just said it.

"Um, hyungs...?" started, unsure of how it'll turn out.

"Yes?" the two older guys replied in unison.

"Is... Is it okay if I... If I ask you to... Maybe tease me... And tickle me...? It's... Been quite a lot since I last got teased by... Any of you seven, to be honest, plus... The tickles I've been receiving... Have been for pretty shot times, so um... I miss it. I miss it a lot and... Yeah... You guys seemed to be in a good mood so... I decided to ask... It's okay if you don't want to"

Both Changbin and Minho's hearts broke listening to Jinnie's words... He was right. They a had totally forgotten about giving his favorite ferret some tickle attention... And he was obviously affected by it.

"O-Oh... I'm... I'm sorry. Was it a bad moment? J-Just... Forget about it, it's okay-" Hyunjin's words were interrupted by Changbin, tackling him in the bed, with some tears in his eyes "I'm sorry, Hyunnie..."

Minho approached the bed, sitting next to were they were layed down, not crying, but feeling just as guilty as Binnie.

"We know we haven't given you attention lately and... We're sorry for that... We're terrible friends, and-" Hyunjin immediately cut him off.

"What?! No. Not at all. You guys are the best of friends... You all accept me like this, and are always there for me..."

"But we forgot about your favorite thing... And you feel bad about it..." Bin said.

Hyunjinnie sighed, some tears now forming on his eyes as well "That might be true... I... I miss it tons. I feel hurt, I feel sad, I cry over it, I sometimes wonder if I'm the problem, I've been wanting everything to go back as it was some months ago... Yes. All of that is true... But everything is okay... I won't die if you don't tickle me, I won't die if you don't tease me... I am okay..." Hyun started to cry, feeling emotional just by talking about his feelings, and knowing his hyungs were guilty.

"I understand that you guys are busy, and not precisely okay... And I understand that, that doesn't mean I think you don't love me anymore... You guys show me your love in many other ways... And I'm okay with all that... It's okay if you don't tease or tickle that often... I'll be okay, I just don't want any of you guys to feel guilty... Cause this is no one's fault... It's just things that sometimes happen..."

Bin was now also crying, and Lino did feel some tears forming in his eyes... Hyunjin was so precious.

And they finally understood

It wasn't their fault neither.

The two youngers cried for a while more, while Lee Know patted their heads, trying to soothe them.

When they finally calmed down, Binnie asked "Do you... Still want those tickles?"

Hyun smiled a bit shyly, and slightly nodded with his head.

Bin didn't doubt it. Using the fact that he had Hyunjin all cuddled, he slowly slid his hands under the younger's shirt, and scribbled on his belly lightly.

Jinnie, of course, felt extremely ticklish, and just giggled softly, the cutest giggles the oldests have heard from him in a long time, they couldn't help but chuckle with him.

"Awwwww, look at that~ Our Hyunjinnie is just as ticklish as ever, isn't he~?" Minho teased, starting to lightly tickle his neck, he knew he was super ticklish in there, but it got him giggling, and that's all they want.

"Oh, he sure is, aren't you, Hyunjinnie~? Aren't you just our ticklish little lee~?" Bin joined in in the teasing, their words making Hyunjin blush, who was trying his hardest to stay still, to let himself enjoy the tickles... Not like he could move anyway.

The dwaekki of course couldn't help but tickle his sides.

His absolutely death spot.

Hyun squealed, then bursted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, they were just so mean to him, despite being soft.

"Oopsie, did I hit a sensitive spot right there~?" Changbin teased

"How much you're enjoying this from one to eight million?" Lino also teased, making sure that the touches on the younger's neck were even more tickly, and somehow he succeeded.

Jinnie couldn't help but giggle louder, not only at the most ticklish tickles on his neck, but also becuz of Minho's stupidly exaggerated number.

"E-Eeheheheheight million..." admitted, visibly shy.

The two oldests obviously grinned at that, continuing his tickle assault.

They stayed like that for quite a while, until Hyunjin got too tired and finally asked them to stop.

Hyun fell asleep almost immediately, and Lino and Binnie followed him not so long after, the three of them a cuddled in the youngest's bed.

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I'm truly surprised on myself for writing this

That's all I have to say

[princessxt]

Hiya! Can we please get a Dean Winchester and Daughter Reader fic? It can be as however long as you want.

Hiii, omg this is my fist imagine, I hope you like it🤍

You can make a request in the comments or by asking me a question!

You can see the list of who I write about here

like and follow to encourage me to keep posting<33

You look like Dean Winchester in this light

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Daugther!Reader

Gender: Fluffy?

Warning: None

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I turn from side to side in bed, trying to fall asleep again, after waking up scared from a nightmare.

It's been a week since my life changed completely. My mother had been murdered by a spirit, my father, who my mother told me was dead, appeared saying that he hunts demons and other supernatural things with his brother. And now I'm here, in a any roadside motel with them, who are my last living relatives.

Knowing that sleep wouldn't come again, I get out of bed, feeling the cold breeze hitting my body. I put my feet in slippers and go to the dresser, grabbing a soft, warm coat. Before opening the bedroom door I see that they are 2:53 am. I leave the room and huddle inside my coat in the cold air. I close the door and go to the soda machine, taking 2 cans of Coca-Cola. I sit on the stairs and open the can of soda. I watch the cars passing by. down the dark road and I see one of them entering the motel parking lot. A couple gets out and goes to the reception, leaving a few minutes later. They go up the stairs and look at me sideways, but soon enter a room. I drink the cold liquid from the can and I think about everything that happened in the last few days, still trying to understand everything. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't notice that Dean had left his room, which was next to mine.

"Did you lose sleep too?" He sits next to me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"I woke up from a nightmare and couldn't sleep again." I pick up the can of soda that was still unopened and hand it to him.

"Want to tell me how it was?" He opens the can and takes a sip. I take a deep breath and start to remember the dream.

"It was with my mother. I was in a house. It was dark and I heard her screaming, calling my name and asking for help. I tried to scream back while I opened the doors of the house looking for her. My voice wouldn't come out, and when the doors opened, the room was empty. When I finally find her, she stops screaming. I arrive too late to save her." I look at the road, avoiding eye contact with Dean. Our relationship was strange, we didn't know how to behave around each other. We could even be father and daughter, but we'd only known each other for a week, and under troubled circumstances.

"I'm sorry" He says after a few minutes, breaking the awkward silence. I just shrug.

"I know we don't know each other very well. But I want to try to do this right. I want to try to be a father. The father that I wasn't to you when you were growing up. I want to be, from now on, the father figure that I I never have. It's going to be difficult, I'm sure of that, but I'm willing to face a lot of things to have a good relationship." He speaks and I feel his gaze on me.

"My mother always said that I am a very difficult person to deal with." I finally look at him. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I looked like him. His dark blonde hair, his green eyes reminded me of mine. Sam had noticed earlier, while we were on the road in Dean's '67 Impala, that our tastes were similar. He liked classic rock. and he loved crude jokes, just like me.

"I can handle this. You'll also have to work hard to like me." He gives me a little push with his shoulder, making me laugh.

"I saw a 24-hour snack bar near here. Want to have a late-night snack?" He gets up and looks at me from above. I agree and get up too.

"I hope there's pie and cheeseburgers there" We headed towards the Impala, and got in, heading to the snack bar, which wasn't far away.

I may not have noticed, but Dean smiled the entire way, realizing that in addition to gaining a new reason to fight evil, just to ensure I have a better future, he would have the chance to do better than his father did with him and his brother, giving his all to make me happy, and putting me as a priority in his life.

[alisblackgf]

Hola hola! Hope you're doing ok when you get this!

May I request a fic of Hobie taking care of a burnt out reader (black fem or gns fine cuz I use all pronouns)? Like he swings into her window one night late ASF and she's still up doing schoolwork (cuz that bachelor's ain't go appear in the mail) and he's like "mama wtf are you doing up, it's damn near dawn?" And she explains that she was double shifted in her verse (and she worked those 16 hours cuz capitalism and inflation has ripped her verse a new one) then had to participate in a 4 hour long search party as her spider-persona (on top of her long ass patrol) so she didn't even have time to look at her study reviews in the day. Hobie sits there and helps her out cuz he's a big brained individual and when she gets up to grab a snack (she hadn't eaten all day, didn't even get her mandated breaks 💔) she passes out.

I'll let you take the creative wheel from there.

If you get to this, I thank you a lot and hope that you are not like our reader and overworking yourself. Make sure you've had water and a meal, my love!!

(honey anon)

HONEY ANON YOURE BACK!!! thank you, make sure you take care of yourself too 🫶

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hobie brown x spider!gn!reader (reader is intended to be black)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion, and your caring boyfriend is right there to take care of you and your responsibilities.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i just wanna thank you all for the immense support on the previous works of mine, i couldn’t be more grateful <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: contains fainting and mentions of skipping meals, which may be triggering for some. viewer discretion is advised!

you’ve been doing your schoolwork for hours.

no matter how much you stared at the problems on your paper, you couldn’t understand it. even if you could, your brain would be too tired to process it properly.

you sat at your desk and twirled your pencil with your fingers, desperately attempting to fight the wave of exhaustion that washed over you.

you already tried splashing cold water on your face, and the energy from that lasted for a good five minutes. you tried drinking coffee too, but all that did was set you up for the biggest crash of your life.

you were nodding off until you heard knocking at your window. you opened your eyes and groaned. you looked at your phone and picked it up to check the time.

4:53 am.

more knocking came from your window, which agitated you.

“can you wait a second? i’m coming,” you let out another groan before pushing out your chair and groggily walking to your window. once you reached it, you opened it and were met with your boyfriend.

“little frustrated, are we?” he teased. you stared at him blankly in response. “am i allowed in?”

you nodded and slowly moved from the window so he could climb in. you walked back to your desk and he closed the window behind himself.

“did i wake you?” he questioned, his joking tone being replaced by a slightly softer one.

you shook your head at his question.

“then what are you doing up at damn near dawn?”

“schoolwork,” you shrugged and sat down, picking up your pencil and twirling it once more. he made his way over and kneeled down next to you.

“have you slept at all?”

“no.”

“not even a nap or—”

“no, hobie,” you interrupted him, getting aggravated. you didn’t mean to direct it at him, it was the lack of sleep talking. “i was double shifted by my boss today, miguel assigned me to a four hour search party, then i had to go patrol, and on top of all of that, my professor decided to add more fuel to the fire with this stupid assignment. there’s no time to sleep in any of that.”

hobie listened to you intently, and when you were done listing your troubles, he was ready to help you.

“have you eaten anything?”

you shook your head.

“alright, then let’s start there. go ahead and grab somethin’ to eat. when you come back, then we can tackle the assignment. sound good?”

you nod and get up to get a snack, but you begin to feel lightheaded and dizzy. you stumble a bit, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by your attentive boyfriend.

he quickly gets up and paces to your side. he grabs you and holds you steady.

“hey, easy now, love. i’ve got you.”

those were the last words you heard before your body slipped into unconsciousness. the suddenness of which your body went limp caused hobie to trip a little, but he quickly adjusted and dragged you over to your bed. once he made sure your entire body was on the mattress, he tucked you in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

he looked over to your desk before walking over to it. he picked up the assignment you were struggling with and hummed.

“this shouldn’t be too hard,” he mumbled to himself before pulling the chair out to sit down and picking up your pencil.

you regained consciousness and opened your eyes, but you didn’t have the strength or energy to get up. you let your eyes close and succumbed to your tiredness.

…

once you wake up, the sun’s up and birds are chirping. you quickly sit up in a panic.

“hobie?” you call out, unaware of the shuffling right next to you.

“quiet, dove. people are tryin’ to sleep,” he mumbles as he pulls you into him, forcing you to lay down with him again. you open your mouth to protest, but it’s as if he already knows what you were going to say. “i already did your homework, wasn’t too difficult. told your boss you were takin’ the day off, told miguel you were sick, and when we wake up again, i’ll make you somethin’ to eat. everything’s taken care of, so just lay here with me for a while, yeah?”

you look at his resting face and plant a gentle kiss to his nose, and his lips lazily curl into a soft smile. he was so sweet to you and you just loved him so much. you gave in and allowed yourself to rest, snuggling further into him.

you both deserved this, why not let it last?

solicitude: care or concern for someone or something

I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED HONEY ANON <3

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

[cowgurrrl]

I’m sorry. I am simply obsessed with rockstar!joel with crackhead twins. There is something about this hot dude in his 50s with a bad back having to raise two wild gremlins who like to gnaw on the table leg!? You know what I mean. Could I please request a cute fic where Joel is just super exhausted and feels like he is maybe not up tot he task, I don’t know maybe the girls are like in their chaos 2 year old stage. After a long day of them not being interested in him at all and him just feeling super insecure he resorts to strumming my girl on his guitar and they are just mesmerized by their dad?! Idk like the music is the moment the turn into sweet little mushy angels again? Sorry that was super long, anyway love yah.

Thank you for the request 🥺🥺 ily2 and I love that a general consensus has been reached that the twins are batshit crazy as toddlers and Sam is just a Perfect Baby Angel

My Girls

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel braves the first of many Sophia and Violet days [1.6k]

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and the foster care system, Joel being a DILF, that’s it

It's debated on what's harder: going from no kids to one kid or one kid to two kids. You honestly don't have a lot of skin in the game when it comes to the question because Sarah and Ellie were teenagers when you met Joel. Even then, Sarah was fourteen when Ellie came into their lives and sixteen by the time the adoption paperwork was approved. You thought going from two to three with the birth of Sam would be hard, and it was, but Sam was an amazing baby. He always wanted to cuddle, followed the rules almost to a fault, and rarely threw tantrums. He's the kid that made you think, "Oh, yeah. We could totally do this again." Sophia and Violet, however, have given you a run for your money from the moment you found out you were having twins, and two years later, they haven't stopped. 

True to form, once the girls turn two, you go back to work. Joel is accommodating because, of course, he is. He realizes you put your career on pause for almost two and a half years (if you count the mandated bed rest your doctor put you on at 32 weeks) and is more than happy to let you go and do your thing. He'd been a single dad with no help to a kid before. What's thirty years and a couple extra littles running around? As it turns out, a lot.

The day you return to set, this time as a director instead of an actor, the girls spend the first hour without you crying. Sam, being six and used to his parents' routine, is seemingly unfazed and continues watching Bluey and munching on his breakfast. Sophia and Violet bang on the door, scream and refuse to let Joel even talk to them, let alone pick them up to comfort them. They fight him the entire way to the car to get Sammy to school on time and then cry even harder because "Bammy's going to school." Joel can normally soothe his girls without any issue, but they didn't sleep well the night before and have been wound up all morning. 

When he got home with them, they demanded a snack, but they had to be different because twins. Then, Sophia collapsed in a heap on the floor because Joel peeled her banana for her instead of letting her do it (rookie mistake). The toddler dramatics sent Daisy into action to remedy the situation, which made Violet scream in protest because she suddenly decided she hates when Daisy licks her or anybody for that matter. Poor Daisy didn't know what to do besides scamper off to her bed and watch Joel struggle with big, sad eyes. Then came the drama of what game to play: Princess Tea Party or Princess Dinosaurs, which caused another explosion of unregulated emotions. By the time noon rolls around, he's staring at his phone as he tries to decide whether or not to call you. 

If there's one thing Joel Miller hates more than admitting defeat, it's seeing his kids upset. Everything he tries to do only upsets the girls more and makes him question his parenting skills. How the fuck did you do this for two years? Sure, the kids had their days, but the only time you ever sent him an SOS at work was when Violet had an asthma attack and ended up in the emergency room. Even then, you got all three kids in the car and to the hospital without help. You're a fucking force when it comes to taking care of the kids, and right now, he feels like the worst dad on the planet. After a quick cry in the pantry, while the girls watched Encanto for the umpteenth time and ate lunch, he takes a deep breath and decides he can handle a few more hours. 

With a little more fuss and frustration, he gets Daisy on a leash and the girls in a stroller and walks them down to the neighborhood playground. The change of scenery and the sunshine put the girls in a much better mood. For a blissful hour, the girls run around and play and giggle without a care in the world. Joel does everything from pushing them on the swings to going down the slide with them to letting them play with Daisy off-leash. They have fun until the dreaded hour of nap time creeps up on them. 

Thankfully, the girls (Daisy included) are tired from their adventures on the playground and start the journey home reluctantly. It's getting them to actually go to sleep that's the issue. Every time he tries to leave their room, one of them calls out the saddest "Daddy" he's ever heard in his entire life, and he turns right back around. And it would be fine if his presence wasn't enough to keep the girls awake. He knows that if the girls don't nap, it will only make the day longer and worse for everyone. He sits on the floor between their two beds and tucks a curl behind Violet's ear.

"C'mon Vi Pie, you guys gotta close your eyes and nap," he says quietly. "What can I do to get you to sleep?"

"Call Mommy?" Violet suggests, and he tsks. 

"Honey, you know Mommy's working, but she loves you, and she's gonna be home real soon, okay?" As he speaks, he can see the tears welling in Violet's big brown eyes and turns to see the same tears in Sophia's identical ones. "No. No, please don't cry. Please. You're gonna break my heart." He begs. "What can I do to get you to stop cryin', huh? Y'know, when you two were babies, I used to just hold the both of you and sway and sing to ya and…" he trails off as his eyes land on Ellie's old guitar resting against the wall of the girls' room. She gave it to them when she got her new one and told them they could use it to practice. They don't really do much more than pull at the strings and turn the tuning knobs, but they'll learn. 

He pulls himself up, his knees cracking as he does, and walks over to where the guitar sits. After some tuning and quiet adjustments, he sits on the edge of Sophia's bed and smiles at the two little girls staring at him with sleepy eyes. "Now, I haven't played this one in a while, so you be nice to your old man, but I used to play this for Sarah all the time when she was y'all's age." He says as his fingers find the chords. The girls are enraptured as Joel plays a quiet rendition of My Girl by The Temptations. He changes the lyrics to "My girls/talkin' bout my girls," and they smile as his southern drawl fills the room with warmth and serenity. 

He notices their eyes getting heavier and their blinks getting a little longer each time, so he continues. "I don't need no money/ fortune or fame/ I got all the riches baby/ one man can claim/ well I guess you'd say/'What can make me feel this way?'/ my girls." He sings softly, his own eyes getting heavy with emotion as he thinks a little too hard about the lyrics. It doesn't help that the girls look just like you when they fall asleep. Joel has to cut himself off with a guitar riff to keep his voice from cracking and disrupting the girls. 

He plays another song or two just to make sure they're fully asleep before he carefully puts the guitar down and tucks his girls in. "Love you, Soph a Loaf," he whispers as he kisses Sophia's head. He repeats his actions at the other bed with a gentle, "Love you, Vi Pie," before tiptoeing out of the room. On the other side of the scribbled-on door sits Daisy with a smile on her face as she looks up at Joel. He smiles back and pets her head. 

"My girls." He sings to her, too, making her lean into his touch lovingly and stick close to him even when he goes back downstairs to let the girls rest. 

"Did you write a new song?" You ask that weekend when all the kids are down for the night, and Joel gives you a confused look.

"Not that I know of. Why?" He asks, and you shrug. 

"The girls asked if they could listen to 'Daddy's new song.'” You say. He chuckles and shakes his head. 

"D'you remember the song I used to sing when you were pregnant with the girls?" 

"Of course I do. It was the only way they'd settle down…" You extend your vowels as the connection sparks in your brain. 

"It was the only way I could get 'em to nap earlier this week. Played it on Ellie's guitar and everythin'." He says simply, and you take a deep breath as you stare at him. He's wearing a shirt Ellie helped design to raise money for kids in foster care, but it's stained with nail polish from when the girls decided he needed a manicure before he could play baseball with Sam in the backyard. He took it all in stride and didn't flinch at any of the insane requests your kids threw at him. You sigh and peel your eyes away from him. 

"It's really not fair how good of a dad you are," you sigh. "It's annoyingly hot." He smiles and kisses your cheek smugly. 

"Sorry." 

TAGLIST: @abbyhaslongshorts @kiwiharrykiwi @sumsworldz @myloveistoolittle @anavatazes @marantha

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hey, so! have you seen changbin's recent bubbles where he talks about hannie annoying him a lot? hahahahaha I wanted to request a tk fic with them, with hannie as the lee when binnie decides he's had enough of his antics ❤️ maybe jisung could do that thing where he just repeats the same thing to binnie over and over again, until he snaps haha

Hello! I know this is an old request, but I have decided to do it. Absolutely loving this duo as well lol. I feel like your idea really fits their irl personalities❤❤

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 Magic

lee!han

ler!changbin

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Changbin side-eyed Jisung for 100th time that evening. His bandmate just would not stop pestering and annoying him for the past 24 hours!

It all started yesterday when Han saw some silly little video on his phone and wouldn't stop repeating the annoying tiny noises he heard in it. At first, it was cute and funny. Everyone was laughing along and sometimes even joining Jisung and his little stims.

But when they all had to go off to their own dorms, Changbin realized he was stuck with a loud, restless Jisung. Chan and Hyunjin were smart enough to plan to do a sleepover at the maknae+Minho dorm. The dwaeikki hadn't thought about that...

"Hey muscle man! We're alone in the dorm tonight? That's so good!" Jisung happily cheered, jumping around and making those silly noises again.

"Oh my God... shut up please..." Changbin murmured under his breath, rubbing his temples.

The younger simply stuck his tongue out and scurried away giggling. This was going to be a long night...

The rapper had not slept well and was going to practice exhausted. Jisung had gone on with his shenanigans the whole night, not letting himself nor any other people (aka Changbin) rest.

Yet the quokka didn't seem like he was done. He kept on running around and loudly quoting the stupid video from the previous day. The rest of the members were quickly getting annoyed too, but kept quiet.

After the longest day of work, 3racha and Hyunjin came back to their home.

"Me and Hyunjin are going to grab some food with the others, ya'll hungry?" Chan asked.

"NO! Are you leaving me alone with him again?! I'm going with you." Changbin whined.

"What's so wrong with me?" Han pouted, making the best puppy eyes he could.

"Stay with him for a bit, yeah? We'll bring you guys something too." the leader pleaded "He'll get tired soon. If he doesn't, I give you permission to tire him out." said Chan with a smirk. Changbin quickly understood what he meant, smiling mischievously and looking over at the jumpy ace.

The second the two singers walked out the door, Han jumped on the second oldest member of 3rachs.

"I love you, hyung!" he sang, lovingly squirming in the curly-headed boy's grasp. Changbin in question groaned, knowing that Jisung was going to make those annoying little noises again soon.

"Beep bop, boop, boop, bam bam, bim!" the taller giggled into his bandmate's ear.

"Oh stop it, Jisung!" Changbin groaned, pushing his dongsaeng off himself.

Han simply laughed, wobbling away onto the dorm's living room area. Bin decided to follow him since he had been daydreaming about finishing this one K-drama ever since waking up.

"Move, Sungie. Wanna watch a show with me?" the dwaekki calmly offered, shoving the younger and situating himself onto the sofa.

"Oooh, yeah, I do!" Han happily bounced in his seat.

Changbin was surprised at first. Jisung had been quietly enjoying the drama playing on the TV. He was totally focused on the screen.

And just as the older thought Han's little energy burst was for sure gone, the quokka attacked him again.

"Beep beep, hyung! Boop boop, bam ba-AAAM!" Jisung tried pestering Changbin one last time when he was suddenly tightly locked into the muscleman's grip.

"This is what you're gonna get for being an ass for the past few days..." the visual of the group angrily spat through his teeth.

"Wait! I'm so going to tell Bang Chan if you hit me! He's going to murder you!" Jisung rapidly started throwing words at his hyung.

"Yeah, right. This is going to be so much worse than any beating you've ever gotten." the shorter warned, slowly pinning the squirming ace below him.

Han screamed in embarrassment, reddening up when he realized what was going to happen.

"You're crazy! You can't do this to mehehehe-HEHEHE!" Han giggled when Changbin's fingers collided with hsi sensitive sides.

Jisung flopped around, unable of escaping. The older had his wrist's tighlt gripped in one of his hands, as the other wandered around the lee's torso. Changbin had wrapped his leg around the rapper's body, making it impossible for Jisung to move around much.

"Youhuhuhu know I d-OHOHOHON'T LIHIHKE YOUHUHUHU!" Han fearlessly stated, instantly regretting it as the older's fingers dug so deep into his skin he was sure the end was near.

"What was that? Something about you adoring your hyung and looking up to him so so much?" Changbin teased, clawing at the quokka's squishy armpits.

"NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE I'M SOHOHORRY!" Jisung tried apologizing. He tugged and pulled at his very much pinned wrists, only realizing how immobile he was.

The dweakki smiled at the taller's poor escape attemps "You know you're not going anywhere, right?" the tickler reminded, letting go of the prodecer's wrists.

This action, however, did absolutely no good to Han. Changbin just glued both his arms onto the poor boy's ribs and agressively shook them, making Jisung see stars.

"HYUHUHUHNG S-STOHOHOP THIHIHS IS TO MUHUHCH!" Han sreeched at the top of his lungs.

The gym rat smirked at the younger's desperate screams, biting his lip and massaging deeper into the flesh.

"You like this, huh? I bet you loove this..." the dark rapper teased, switching to moving his nimble fingers all over Sung's upper body, making the younger squak and squeak.

"You're so sensitive it hurts. Imagine if someone robbed our dorm? You would tell them where every single valuable is with only a singular poke to your side..." Changbin tsked, still fastly attacking the lee's over-ticklish torso.

Bin decided to torture his favorite younger brother a little more. He sat on his hips, not even bothering to pin him.

"I'm usually never this mean, but where would you like to be wrecked for the next 5 minutes straight? Absolutely no mercy or safeword. You were far too annoying today." the older questioned, not even batting an eye at the reaction of Jisung.

"Not even a safeword? Are you out of your mind?" Han asked with the funniest expression plasted on his face.

"I wish there was a safeword for stopping your annoying butt from pestering the whole band... Now suck it up and live through it like the man you are!" Changbin yelled.

"Fine, then I choose... Legs..."

"Isn't that your most ticklish spot? You also have to be more specific; knees, thighs, feet? I don't quite understand." the dweakki attaked the boy laying below him. Even if he knew exactly what he was going to say.

"Do I have ro choose one? Can't you do both my thighs and knees?"

"I could, but then the time would be extended to 10 minutes. Is that okay?" the shorter teasingly asked, knowing he was not going to listen.

"So 10 mintes of non-stop tickling with no safeword? I can't do that! Let's do 7." the dark haired boy complained.

"7 minutes thighs and knees, plus you don't bother me afterwards. Ok?" Changbin finally sealed the deal.

"Yes. Although I can't promise you much..."

"Well if you're not completing your promise, I won't either!" Changbin said, turning to face the younger's legs.

"Waitwaitwaitwait hyung please listen to me please please ple-HEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHO!!" Han immedeatly screamed when he felt someone's long fingers wrap around his hyper-sensitive knees.

"STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHI'M BEHEHEGGING!" Jisung howled with laughrter when Binnie grabbed one knee and completely focused on it.

Jisung was squirming and moving in every direction, making Changbin feel like he was riding one of those electronic bulls. The lee was trying to squeeze his knees together, bring his legs up to his chest and get the ruthless tickler off him all at the same time.

"Woah, calm down, it has only been 2 minutes bro..." the muscly man laughed at his bandmate's crazy reaction.

"AHAHAHAHA IHHIHIHIHIHIHIT'S TOHOHO MUCH P-PLEEHEHEHASE!!" the quokka begged.

Changbin might've been hungry for revenge, but he wasn't heartless. He knew even someone like Jisung, who absolutely adored being tickled, had his limits.

So, he decided upon torturing the boy a little longer and wrapping it up before Chan and Hyunjin were back with their delicious dinner.

"Alright, are you ready? If you can hold it in while I tickle your thighs, I'll let you in 15 seconds." the older remarked.

"Y-yehehes please..." Jisung panted, his chest rising up and down.

The rapper started a timer before slowly and gently drawing little circles onto the inner part of Sung's thighs.

Such soft tickles made Han cutely kick his feet and grab his hyung's shoulders in desperation.

"P-please hyung-" Han breathed out, quickly shutting up before any laughs or giggles escaped.

"Five... four... three..." Changbin counted down.

Only a few more seconds left... Jisung thought.

"Twoooo...." Bin teasingly streched the last numbers out, wiggling his fingers a little faster at the ticklish skin, making Han shiver and slam his head repeatedly against the soft cushions of the couch.

"Aaaaand..." the tickler continued teasing. Just as he was abou to say the last number and end the game, Han finally giggled, unable of hadling the softness and tingliness of the tickles.

"HAHA! You lost!" the shorter happily announced, jumping up and celebrating.

"i-ihiht's not faiiir! You cheated..." Han whined, gulping the air he had been so thirsty for the past 15 minutes of the tickle torture.

"We're back! You guys want some curry with rice?" Chan loudly announced, slipping his shoes off and lifting the two bags into the air.

"Oh my, thank you Channie-hyung and Hyunjin! I'm so hungry, you have no idea. Jisung, come eat with us, you must be hungery too~" Changbin invited the sweaty and read Han over.

"Wow, Jisung is calm? Hyung, you'll have to show me your ways some day, because just two hours ago this boy was jumping around and running everywhere..." Hyunjin gasped in surprise.

"Magic" The dweakki proudly smirked.

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JFGSFGHASDGFASDHGAJSD I loved writing this sososos much ☹☹☹ Hope you guys will love it too! I've actually been quite in the mood to write these past few days, so maybe I will complete some more requests?? You never know...

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the unspeakable secret (dwayne pride x reader)

Summary: When Dwayne and the reader get married for an undercover case, the reader questions whether Dwayne loves them or not. When something terrible happens, Dwayne realizes his mistake.

Word Count: 1,814 words

Trigger Warnings: Blood and injury

If you like this fic, please do check out my other fanfics on AO3 under the username cinnikiroll. Here is a link to my profile, where I have fics from other shows for your viewing pleasure!

This fic was a request! If you want to make requests for fics, you can either do it in my asks here or in comments of any of my fics here or on AO3. Thank you to the lovely human that requested this, I hope it is to your liking! ❤️

It was hard to be a wife.

You had already known that, but you underestimated just how hard being one would be, especially when your husband didn't love you back.

Although it was hard to blame him for his lack of love. The two of you were just meant to be married for an undercover mission. It wasn't supposed to be official at all, and you were meant to break up and never speak of it again the moment the mission was over.

But, unfortunately, there was a mistake with the registrar's office, and now you were officially filed as a married couple.

At first, you had been in denial over it. Surely this had to be a joke, right? There was no way that such a great mistake could have occurred. Dwayne was just trying to play around with you, trying to make the typical fear you felt during an undercover operation disappear.

But when the realization set in, you were rather pleased.

You'd never admit it, but you had a crush on Dwayne ever since your first day at the New Orleans field office. His deep baritone voice, easy smile, and fatherly demeanor brought comfort to your heart, even on your hardest days.

Denying those feelings were useless. They were evident in every atom of your body, every breath you drew into your lungs, filling the air around you with the sweetness of love.

But being Dwayne's wife?!

Now, there was a dream you never thought could be fulfilled until now.

When the two of you returned home from the undercover operation, the team constantly teased you over your newly created bond. Percy bought you matching tumblers, LaSalle saved you in his contacts with Pride as your surname, and Sebastian exclusively called you, 'Dwayne's spouse'. It was irritating at first, but it became endearing in a sense after a while.

You had never really lived in a great apartment all your many years in New Orleans. The one you lived in currently was moldy, with peeling wallpaper and neighbors that would constantly have fights with one another seemingly uncaring of the early hour during which they were having their rather loud altercations.

Dwayne, out of the kindness of his heart, offered you a room in his apartment above the Trutone free of charge. At first you were hesitant to take it, not wanting to infringe on his already limited space, but after he made a joke that, "It's the least a husband could do," you begrudgingly accepted.

Living with him was good, at first. The two of you didn't disturb each other's lives at all, even though you woke up at similar times and had to share things like a closet, one chest of drawers, and the bathroom- which was a hard commodity to learn to share.

But then, time passed, and your relationship remained stagnant. The inaction Dwayne took to show any kind of affection towards you, despite the two of you being married, irritated you greatly. You tried to express your emotions to him, to tell him that you craved more affection than he most likely could ever show you, but every time the two of you got somewhere in your conversation, one of you was summoned back to the office for a case.

One night, the two of you were sitting at the dinner table, eating a very pleasantly spiced jambalaya, when you decided to bring up the topic of your relationship again.

"Dwayne?"

You murmured in a soft voice, noticing that he looked deep in thought.

Your hand unconsciously moved closer to his, trying to link together, but he jerked away from your touch as if burned. When he spoke, his voice was rough and husky with unspoken emotions, a sign that something was definitely on his mind.

"Yes, darlin'?"

Darlin'. You call me that, yet you never show me any evidence that you truly love me. You're just a liar...

You thought bitterly, trying not to let your anger show.

"We need to talk about us. About this relationship."

Your firm tone caused Dwayne's brow to furrow in concern. His hand, which had previously moved away from yours, now grasped yours tightly, stroking your knuckles slowly with the pad of his thumb.

"What's wrong with us?"

He asked, genuinely sounding concerned.

"You never-"

Your explanation was cut off by your ringing phone. Sighing deeply, you pulled it out of your pocket and answered, knowing already who had called you and where you needed to go.

While still on the phone with LaSalle, you grabbed your sweater and car keys, looking back at Dwayne sadly.

Guess tonight's not the right time either.

You thought somewhat angrily as you left for the NCIS office.

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Dwayne awoke from a rather restless nap with a burning headache and the distinct sense that something was terribly wrong.

Upon completely examining the whole apartment three times to find no problems, he still couldn't banish the feeling of dread that was swimming around in his gut like an extremely tenacious fish.

Distracted by worries of what this feeling could mean, he didn't expect his phone to suddenly ring. The loud sound made him jump out of his skin, but he quickly recovered, rushing over to his bedside table to grab his phone and answer it.

"Dwayne..."

Your voice was speaking on the other end, but something was clearly wrong with you. You never sounded that quiet before... and was that a moan of pain he could hear?!

"Darlin'?! It's four thirty in the morning! Where are you?"

Dwayne tried to keep the overwhelming feeling of panic that was suddenly flowing through him out of his voice, but it was hard. Hearing you so weak, clearly injured... it triggered feelings in him he didn't know he had.

Well, he admitted begrudgingly, I knew I loved them since the first day we met. I was just too shy to admit it...

As he dwelled more and more on his unspoken love for you, a realization came to him that stopped his heart for a moment. He froze, overcome with sorrow, and the waves of panic threatened to drown him.

What if he could never express his love?

What if you were dying, out somewhere in the cold city, alone, without him by your side?

What if you breathed your last breath not knowing how much he loved you?!

No! He couldn't let that happen! He couldn't!

With tears threatening to spill from his eyes, Dwayne grabbed his car keys and raced down the stairs two at a time, trying to comfort you as he frantically rushed to be by your side.

"Baby, where are you?! I'm coming right now, just tell me where you are!"

Your weak voice managed to say your location, and then the line went dead.

"No! No, darlin'! You can't do this to me! You can't! You have to stay alive, you hear me?! Please..."

Dwayne stepped on the gas as hard as he could, willing to risk anything to reach you as fast as possible, even if that consequence turned out to be personal injury.

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Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as the minutes passed. The pool of blood you were lying in widened, flowing over the rocky ground you had forced yourself to lie prone on after the shootout.

The suspect you had been pursuing turned out to be more adept with weaponry than you or the rest of the team had expected. Unfortunately for you, you had to learn that lesson the hard way, and now you were paying the price.

Moaning softly, you pressed your hand to the wound on your side. It had most likely ruptured or at least scratched a kidney, judging by your extreme pain there and the great deal of blood you were losing. If you didn't get medical attention soon, your chances of survival were dismally low.

Where's Dwayne, anyway?

You wondered, slowly turning your aching head to examine your surroundings. Try as you might, you couldn't see your husband anywhere, at least not anywhere nearby.

That asshole! He said he'd be here, that I had to hold on for him! Hold on for what? He's not even coming!

Closing your eyes, you let out a soft sob that turned into loud, body racking wails. It was quite possibly your last minutes on this earth, and Dwayne still couldn't bring himself to be by your side. What a good for nothing excuse of a husband he was!

As you cried, losing yourself in the excruciating pain you were suffering mentally and physically, a gentle touch on your injured side was unnoticed.

But when you heard a familiar baritone voice whispering in your ear, comfort flooded over you, and you looked up with teary eyes to see Dwayne's concerned face looking back at you.

"Oh, darlin'... you're hurt bad..."

His voice was choked by tears, a rare sight to see.

Your body was getting colder every second, and your vision was slowly giving out. In one monumental effort, you brought your hand up to caress your husband's cheeks. They were damp with tears, so you used the pad of your thumb to brush them away.

"You're... here..."

Speaking was a painful affair, your straining lungs unwilling to let you get more than a few syllables out before seizing up with flashes of lightning-shock-like pain. But you needed to. You had to express what you never could all those nights you tried to, had to get your true emotions out even if they were your last words.

"You... never... loved... me..."

Each word was a Herculean effort, and you could feel the darkness closing in on you quicker with every letter you uttered. Your breathing was becoming shallower and occurring less often, your heart was slowing. You knew this was the end.

In your last moments alive, you looked at Dwayne's face, at the pain etched so clearly into every tiny wrinkle. And you had a realization, one that warmed your halted heart.

"You... do..."

With a slight shudder and one last wail, you breathed your last breath.

Your features were peaceful in death, a stark contrast to the cringing bundle of pain you had been moments before. A small smile graced your lips, as if you were only sleeping and having a pleasant dream. The only proof that you were actually dead was the pool of blood surrounding you and the hole in your side where the bullet had struck you.

Lifting your body gently into his arms, Dwayne kissed your forehead, hoping whatever remnants of your spirit remained within you could feel comforted by the simple show of affection he had waited far too long to show you.

"I love you," he said, repeating it until his voice was hoarse from the effort.

But there was no reply.

You were already gone.

[ashwhowrites]

Hello, my love. I would like to request an angsty fic from the queen of angst. (With a happy ending)

So transmasc! Reader has been dating (Steve/Eddie) for a few months now. Somehow (you can pick cause I don't have any specific ideas), reader gets outed. Like Steve/Eddie finds their binding shit or maybe sees their scars if they've had top surgery or finds their first ID, whatever. But Reader decides this definitely must mean it's over, obviously that's not true, and happy ending? 💋💋

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 💋💋 feel free to let me know if anything should be changed if I used incorrect wording.

Scars

Y/N and Steve have been together for around four months and everything has been great. Steve was amazing, he was sweet and romantic. Y/N felt adored by all the love Steve offered, and they struggled with returning the same amount of love to Steve.

They trusted Steve and felt comfortable with him. But they couldn't find the courage to tell Steve about their past. They felt nervous to come out to Steve and explain their journey of becoming who they were meant to be.

Y/N thought they had more time to figure it all out. But they were faced with reality. Steve found things out on his own and his questions were building.

Y/N stood shirtless in their room as they searched through their shirts. Steve was picking them up in half an hour and they needed to finish getting ready.

Music played on their radio as they sang along. They focused more on the song than they did on the task at hand.

"Need help?"

Y/N jumped as they heard a voice. Their eyes snapped to Steve as he stood in their doorway. Y/N swallowed hard, nerves in their stomach. From the angle, Steve was able to see the front of Y/N completely. Y/N never let Steve see them shirtless. They had scars from their top surgery, a surgery they'd never discussed with Steve.

They could tell Steve tried not to stare, but his eyes kept going back to the scars on their chest. Y/N grew self-conscious and yanked on a random shirt. They walked over and turned off the radio.

"You're early." They said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, sorry. I got here early and wanted the extra time with you. I didn't mean to barge in." Steve apologized, he felt incredibly guilty. He could sense how upset Y/N was and he wasn't sure how to fix that.

"I'd appreciate it if you knocked next time or called if you were coming early," Y/N explained, Steve nodded and agreed for the future.

"Did you see it?" Y/N asked, looking at Steve with nervous eyes.

"See?"

"The scars, Harrington! Don't act dumb." Y/N spazzed. Their heart was pounding through their chest. Negative thoughts filled their head. They wanted to ease Steve into it, but now they are terrified they scared him off. He's not going to ever look at Y/N the same way. He's going to be pissed that Y/N kept it to themselves for some time.

"I did. But people have scars, there's nothing wrong with that." Steve explained, slowly walking towards Y/N.

"Do you know what it's from?" Y/N asked.

"I have a theory, but it's not my place to rush you or expect you to tell me. It's your body and I'm here to love the body you want to share with me. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to until you're ready." Steve explained. He softly leaned in, pressing his lips against their cheek.

Y/N wasn't sure if they heard Steve right. He almost sounded perfectly fine with seeing their scars, but that can't be true. Y/N was fully convinced the second they opened up to Steve, he'd run away. He'd run and never look back. He wouldn't see Y/N as the person he first met. Y/N was scared that Steve might imagine a different version of them. But they were wrong.

Steve was still right here, closer than ever. His lips on their skin, his hands on their hips. His brown eyes hold adoration and comfort.

Y/N felt tears welling in their eyes, wrapping Steve in a hug. Y/N melted against his broad chest as Steve hugged them back. Steve rubbed their back softly, up and down. Y/N couldn't think at the moment, allowing themselves to soak into the moment. They didn't have many moments like this. They lived in a world where they were judged and not accepted. It was a lonely and hard life. No one understood the daily struggle Y/N had to fight through.

Steve didn't understand, but he was still here. His arms wrapped around Y/N like many times before.

Y/N felt the feeling of acceptance wash over their body, a body that they worked to feel comfortable in. A body they were learning to love, just as Steve was.

"stay?" Y/N's weak voice whimpered out.

"Always gonna stay," Steve promised.

[kmgkmg]

EVERYTHING - LEE HEESEUNG

word count: 2.8k…

pairing: heeseung x gn!reader

synopsis: you are a freshly moved in tenant to a cheaply priced apartment, but is it too good to be true?

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, strangers-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers more of a miscommunication trope, college student!reader, neighbor!heeseung

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: for @dearhee!! hi, i was matched with you for the @kflixnet's exchange event! i'm a bit shy so i didn't message you, but i've enjoyed seeing your posts on my dash ^^ i hope you enjoy this short oneshot piece! the title is based off of everything by kehlani. i had a hard time choosing between her song and butterfly dream by khalil fong, also i did kinda get carried away and made you a fic playlist! and an older outdated playlist i made for heeseung a while back if you'd like to listen to it! sorry this author's note is so long omg.

Brown moving boxes cluttered your new living room. Sure, it looked a bit barren and depressing from the boxes and bubble-wrapped items lying around, but those would be dealt with right after you finished your coursework. Sitting down at the kitchen table you and Jungwon assembled just hours ago, your mouse hovered over the pause button of your laptop.  

You were attempting to finish the recorded lecture your professor posted yesterday. Latin American Politics seemed like a fascinating topics course to take, and to top it off, the professor had stellar reviews from classmates. Who would’ve known that you were getting yourself into the most intensive courses you’ve taken to date? The readings were interesting and you never had a problem completing them, but what drove you insane was the exams. Your professor would always include questions that would leave a lot up for interpretation, yet he would grade it seemingly randomly based on his mood.  The other half of the questions would require you to know a decent amount of outside information since he would ask questions that were never discussed in class or case studies, but would be relating to relevant precedents.

Something that was quickly driving you insane was your next door neighbor. You hadn’t had the chance to introduce yourself yet, but for almost the entire time you tried to watch the lecture, music could be heard through your shared wall. You thought the noise would subside if you waited long enough, but your patience finally met its limit when they turned up their music enough for you to feel the bass. 

This isn't how you imagined introducing yourself to your neighbors. You weren’t hoping to be best friends with them or anything, but you definitely didn’t think you’d be storming over to their doorstep at 11pm to complain. Still, it’s a weekday. How could they not have the common sense to be courteous of those who needed to wake up early in the morning?

Opening your door, you walked over and knocked three times on the door. A man with grayish blonde hair opened the door with a quizzical smile flashed towards you.

And maybe, no, definitely, his looks would’ve been more noticed by you on any other day. But you had an oral exam to finish polishing to present in front of your professor and classmates. 

“Can you lower your music please? I’m trying to study and it’s distracting,” You request, without paying much attention to your neighbor’s confusion gradually showing on his face. 

“I wasn’t playing any music though?” He innocently replies.

“For the past forty minutes I’ve listened to music from your side of the wall, don’t act innocent,” You groan. 

He smirked at you, “Sure, I can ‘turn it down’,” emphasizing the last part by using air quotes with his hands. 

“What do you mean with the air quotations?” You frown, imitating the air quotes he made moments ago. 

“Don’t you think you owe me a favor for turning down my music? I mean it is my apartment, I should be able to act how I want. Not my fault that the building’s walls are thin,” He shrugs. 

Of course, your neighbor is entitled. Just great. 

“You won’t turn it down? Okay, there’s an easy solution. What was the landlord’s number again? I think filing a noise complaint would make my problem solved real quick,” You answered, unlocking your phone screen and showing the dial pad screen to him.

His smirk fades, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing my music and singing,” taking your phone and typing a number onto it, “here’s my number.” He extended his hand to you with your phone placed on his palm. 

You snatched your phone back, narrowing your eyes at him. “Why give me your number? So you can bother me through texts and phone calls instead?” You scoff, already heading back to your apartment next door. 

“You can message me instead of our landlord when I make noise again,” He waves, before slamming his door behind you. 

Asshole.

One thing you absolutely hated was hot weather. Without the A/C on in the middle of today, a day that was record-breakingly hot, you felt certain you would melt any minute now. Your landlord sent out an email to all of the tenants in the morning explaining that the A/C broke and would probably be repaired by tonight. You didn’t need her email to wake you up though. You were already awake, sweating profusely. The comforter had long been thrown to the floor. You stumbled sleepily to your thermostat which read as 100°F/38°C. Outside it was a bit cooler, but being outside only exposed you to the blazing sun. It was truly choosing the lesser of two evils. 

What made the day even worse is that you ran into your annoying neighbor, whose name you learned is Heeseung, as you went outside to make a quick run to buy some cold snacks. It did make it slightly better when he was covered in as much, if not more sweat than you. You couldn’t revel in his misfortune for too long though. He miraculously managed to trip over his doormat, falling onto you. Both of you scowled at each other while childishly wiping each other’s germs off yourselves. 

He hadn’t played his music anymore since the day you confronted him, but he did sing nearly everyday. If you weren’t studying, you couldn’t help admiring how talented he was. His vocals sounded like they came straight from a CD. But your appreciation for his talent never lasted long, since he always had an intuitive sense to bother you. 

Y/N, I sound good, don’t I?

How would you feel if I serenaded you sometime?

Don’t you think a guy who can sing is sooooooo hot?

Have any song requests Y/N?

His texts immediately removed any hint of charisma his music might’ve given him. Heeseung knew that his texts drove you insane, and if you were just an ounce less nice than you were, he would’ve been blocked a long time ago. Still, he had texted you about a week ago informing you he’d be redoing the foam sound panels he installed a couple years back in order to hopefully be more soundproof for your sake. While you felt relieved that you would finally have some peace and quiet after weeks of living with his incessant noise, it was bittersweet. You had grown used to his singing, occasionally singing along to the songs you knew. Although, it didn’t change the fact that he was still arrogant as ever whenever he interacted with you. 

Snapping out of your thoughts about Heeseung, the elevator doors opened on your floor. You looked down into the plastic bag of goods you got from the convenience store and sighed disappointedly at the distorted shape of the ice cream you bought. 

“Sorry if the phone was cut out, I was in the elevator. But Jake, I’m going to die in this heat!” You whined through the phone, searching your pockets with your free hand for your keys. 

“Why don’t you just come over to my place then?” He offers generously.

“That would give me the perfect excuse to see Layla…” You trail off, tempted by your friend’s invitation. 

“See, Y/N just come over and we can eat some ice cream to cool down,” Jake persuades you further. 

“You know, I actually got ice cream and other stuff and I’m pretty sure it melted on impact the moment I stepped into this damn complex,” You reveal, lightening up at the sound of Jake’s laughter. 

You finally found your keys and unlocked your door, noticing the fan by your door. There was a Post-It note attached to it: You seemed to need it more than me - Seung. He was definitely sweating more than you earlier, so why would he give his fan to you?

“Jake, my annoying neighbor just left me a really nice fan to use?” You tell him, still glancing over the note. All of a sudden? For no reason? Your suspicions grew as they usually did, sure that he must have an ulterior motive. Nevertheless, you carried the fan and your melted snacks into your apartment. 

“You mean the neighbor with the angelic singing voice?” Jake asks to confirm he was thinking about the same neighbor. 

You open your fridge, placing each item in their designated spot, “You heard him one time, Jake.”

“One time was enough, Y/N. Dude’s got the voice of an angel for real,” Jake stands his ground. 

Rolling your eyes, you take out the semi-frozen pineapple juice you put in the freezer hours ago. The original plan was to drink it for yourself, but it couldn’t stop bothering you that Heeseung had seemingly been nice for no reason. The fan he gave you blew cold air and if you wanted it to be even colder you could add cold water or ice to a compartment. It was expensive, you could tell from the look of it alone. Also, you did happen to browse for fans while you were waiting in line at the convenience store. Was the fan in front of you the one you considered buying? That’s not important right now…

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice snaps you away from your thoughts. 

“Sorry, give me a sec,” You grabbed the plastic bag on the counter and added the frozen pineapple juice and gummies to it. It’s not equivalent to his fan, but at least it’s something. 

You reopened your door, preparing to hang the bag on his door handle and go back to your conversation. What you didn’t expect was Heeseung to be walking in the hallway, humming a song while twirling his keys with one hand and carrying takeout in the other. He caught you in the middle of what was supposed to be a discrete delivery, raising his eyebrow in amusement. 

“And what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N L/N?” He moseyed over to you, flashing one of his infamous smiles at you. 

“I just left some things in the bag since you gave me that fan. I appreciate it, but um, if you don’t want the snacks since you just got food, I can grab it later,” You mumbled, trying to scurry back into your apartment since Jake was definitely going to tease you about any interaction you had with Heeseung. 

“Wait, is that the angelic neighbor, Y/N?” Jake’s voice practically booms from your phone. You must’ve accidentally pressed the speaker button. Heeseung’s smile only grows wider as he looks at your phone, with you being completely mortified and hanging up on your best friend. 

“Angelic neighbor, huh?” 

“Don’t let it get to your head, Heeseung. That’s just my friend’s nickname for you,” You attempt to crush anything he was imagining, matching his cheeky energy. 

“Aw, so you talk about me that much? I’m flattered, really,” He places a hand on his heart, closing his eyes in a feigned earnest expression. 

“He heard you singing one time, Heeseung. Then, I mean I might’ve told him you were always singing with that flawless voice of yours, but that was it really,” You rambled, not thinking much about the words that were coming out of your mouth. 

“Flawless voice…” He repeats, turning shy at the surprise compliment you gave. 

You were completely unaware of what you said, still trying to make your way back to your apartment. 

“Anyways, if you don’t have anything else to say I’m going to head back into my place…” You point with your thumb to your door, confused as to why he suddenly turned so quiet. 

“Thank you.” 

Now it was your turn to be surprised, “For what?”

“I’ve been going to all these auditions but keep getting rejected. Each place I go nitpicks my technique, but you called my voice flawless. I guess I really needed to hear that right now,” Heeseung explains, now fidgeting with his keys. 

The puzzle pieces started falling into place, “So that’s why you’re always singing?”

He nodded in response, “The first day you came over to my door, I was practicing for a callback the following morning. I knew that we were expecting a new tenant and sure, I heard you moving things in, but moving in took me like three days. The last time someone new moved in was me, which was two years ago. So, I just assumed that you would still be moving in. It didn’t occur to me that you could’ve moved all your stuff in one day. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was making that much noise that night, I didn’t know you were all moved in yet.”

His sincere apology surprised you for the second time, “I’m sorry, too. I’m a law school student and I was prepping for an exam that determined a huge part of my grade. I can get a bit sensitive to sounds when I’m studying for exams,” You apologized back. 

Heeseung’s fingers stopped fidgeting with his keys as his expression softened, “Thank you for the snacks, I’ll enjoy them, Y/N.”

The warmth in his voice as he said your name made you flustered, used to him only saying your name in a teasing tone, “Y-Yeah, no problem. Thanks for the fan, I’ll use it well.”

“Oh, before I forget, I was going to drop off one of these sandwiches by the fan if you weren’t home yet,” He reaches into his takeout bag and hands you a sandwich. 

Today must be the day he decided to endlessly surprise you since he handed you your regular order from the local deli, “How’d you know my order…?”

“About a week ago, you made an UberEats and the delivery person knocked on my door first,” He nonchalantly explained. 

“Ah, I see. But why are you being so nice to me? I mean it’s a complete 180 from this morning,” You question him, still suspicious of his kindness. 

“I just woke up when I tripped into you earlier. Also, I absolutely hate hot weather so I would’ve made that face if I bumped into anyone,” Heeseung answers, “I hope that we can get along from now on.”

You nod in agreement and thank him for the fan and sandwich once again before parting. 

Finally back in your apartment, you FaceTimed Jake only to be met with the faces of both him and Jungwon. 

“Tell us everything!” 

Months had passed since Heeseung and you finally cleared up your misunderstandings. Your once sour relationship with him had turned into a strong friendship, spending most of each other’s free time with each other. 

His love as a friend was anything but conventional. He knew all of your details, from the first time you officially hung out and watched the newest John Wick movie to the time when you went to a dog cafe together, he was always attentive to you and your interests. You were equally attentive to him, recommending songs that would suit his voice, or sending videos about fishing since it was his hobby. Jake had grown closer to Heeseung as well, reporting back to Jungwon each time you and Heeseung would gush about each other. 

It was obvious to everyone that you loved each other. Well, obvious to everyone but the two of you. That was, until one fateful summer night spent on the apartment’s rooftop with each other. You were watching a fireworks show in the distance, enamored with the various colors filling the dark night sky. 

“Isn’t it stunning, Seung?” You exclaimed happily, not breaking your attention from the fireworks in front of you. 

He wasn’t looking at the fireworks though. His eyes were fixed on you beside him, taking in everything you are, “Yeah, absolutely stunning.”

You turned towards him, only to be met with his unwavering gaze, “Heeseung?”

He softly led you to the table and chairs on the rooftop, hinting that he wanted to sit down next to you. You followed him, picking up when he wanted to say something.

After a deep breath in Heeseung began, “Y/N, I love the way you teach me about things I never would have thought to learn about. I love the way you listen to my concerns and nonsensical excited rants about my favorite shows or album releases. I love your extrovertedness and willingness to help those around you. I love your laugh. I love you.”

“Heeseung, I love you too,” You reply, unable to properly formulate all the reasons why you loved him. If you started listing the reasons why you loved him, you feared you would never stop. 

But your confession back was enough for him to shine brighter than any of the fireworks you watched before, “Really?”

You smile at him, causing him to envelop you in a hug. 

Who would’ve thought that your noisy neighbor all those months ago would end up being the person you loved?