#i YELLED at the author's note to book 5 where he was like i completely rewrote my plan for this book after my editor asked me if the styx

[alliluyevas]

finished the tunnels series because i wanted to know how it ended after reading the first two books when i was about twelve. here’s a representation of the books:

[tessiete]

Wild Guesses and Untamed Theories about Good Omens Season 3.

Please feel free to disagree vehemently in the reblogs. Love that for us.

THEMES:

Since season one was about self-determination, and season two was about love, I'm guessing that season three is about death. Clues: 1. The Crow Road - Muriel is seen "reading" this book at the end. It's also the other novel that we see Jim alphabetise. It's about a young man whose grandmother dies, and he goes back to Scotland to wrestle with mortality, faith, and his relationship with his father. The "crow road" itself is a euphemism for death. Someone who's gone up crow road is dead.

2. The Final Nia Truc - Crowley's license plate being a reference to Terry Gilliam and his work on Monty Python. The skit it's referencing can be seen here (though you really should just watch The Meaning of Life. The Galaxy Song is maybe the best song written, and in fact I'm actually linking that and not the final curtain reference, so... (tw: suicidal leaves)

3. The Third Season is "Final" - Neil said so himself. In a three word Clue. I can't find it, so you're just gonna have to trust me. Anyway, what's more final than death? Or what isn't? You know?

4. Death as A Person - They were introduced as a physicalised character in the first season, and in the book it's noted that Death cannot be overcome. But Death CAN be delayed.

5. Book of Life - Revelations. Second Coming. Final Judgement. Jesus checking the Book of Life for the righteous. The resurrection of the dead. The end of all life on Earth. Etc., etc. The Bible is really preoccupied with this stuff, so I hear.

ARCS:

Aziraphale - He's a mess. I think we can all, well, not safely or with any certainty but at least with some...conviction? Some confidence? We can reasonably guess that Aziraphale's going to be dealing with a more complete disillusionment and emancipation from Heaven.

What does this mean in practical terms?

Probably a lot of conflict with the Metatron. Maybe Aziraphale realising he's being maneuvered as a puppet without any real authority. Potentially a coup by the other archangels? Possibly blackmail with Crowley's safety? Conceivably The Book of Life as a threat to his existence? To Crowley's? To Earth's? Sure. Why not?

Crowley - Okay, this is the neat one because Crowley had the most dramatic arc of the two of them in the second season. His was the open discovery of his love for Aziraphale, explicitly stated desire to be together, and the final (?) emancipation from Hell. Wanting to be a Us with a capital U.

So where is it left for him to go?

Forgiveness.

He's gonna have to learn to get comfy with forgiveness. With receiving it. With accepting it. With offering it.

Because he's going to have to give it to Aziraphale.

CONCLUSION:

I know, I know - no one agrees with me on this, but I'm gonna say it anyway and you can all yell in the notes.

I think this series ends with Crowley and Aziraphale becoming human. Choosing One Life to live together as humans. To have EVERYTHING, ALL AT ONCE, in one go. Together.

Because, because -- think of it:

Humanity vs. The Divine The book talks frequently about the difference between humans and angels/demons. Most clearly, here:

"The real grace and the real heart-stopping evil, was right inside the human mind."

This, to me, suggests that the things which Aziraphale and Crowley are ciphers for can only truly be realised by humans.

The book also goes on to reinforce to us how close the two of them already are.

They're said to have "gone native."

Crowley is said to have something other demons don't have: imagination.

Aziraphale is a straight up hedonist.

They live here. They work here.

And like with Dog, "form shapes nature."

And when it comes to "sides," Crowley notes in Season 1 that the final battle will really be between Heaven/Hell and Humanity. That's their side.

2. On the Nature of Free Will

Much is made about the nature of free will, especially in season one which is basically all about that. Anathema with her prophecies, Adam with his destiny, and, of course, Aziraphale and Crowley with their respective natures.

All of those arcs end with the heroes overcoming the bonds of restraint and determining their own future. In short, exercising their own free will.

While Aziraphale and Crowley don't necessarily recognise this, it is nonetheless true. And even though we're told it's impossible, we see that this isn't entirely true.

We see it in how Crowley drinks, and Aziraphale eats. Aziraphale especially engaging in all sorts of sinful activities without any celestial direction but purely because he likes it. He chooses it. And despite it going against the tenets of Heaven, he is able to do it.

Crowley wills the Bentley to survive the flames. Crowley chooses to conspire with Aziraphale time and again, not just to thwart the Great Plan but so that they can have oysters, or so that he doesn't have to ride a horse.

We constantly see them choosing.

And while, yes, in the scope of season 1 we could argue that "Ah, but - BUT! That is the Ineffable Plan. It wasn't chosen, it was always meant to be that way," this kind of falls apart in the scope of season 2 which is all about people resisting the expectations and pressures of other divine plans.

Gabriel nahs the war.

Maggie and Nina not only can't be miracled into love (so says Aziraphale), but also refuse to be manipulated into it either by miracle or meddling.

Muriel likes Aziraphale. Muriel "reads". Muriel helps Crowley.

So. Free Will.

Something that it seems everyone -- angels and demons included -- already has.

Additionally, Aziraphale's temptation back to Heaven is not based in ambition (he suggests Michael), but in self-determination (follow me, I swear it makes sense).

Okay, so the thing that sells him is the RESTORATION of Crowley to a divine state. Because he thinks that Crowley's Fall is fundamentally a mistake. That their inability to be together is because they are fundamentally opposed. Logically this makes sense, so why doesn't he feel convinced of it?

"Deep down you're a good person"

"That was a very kind thing you did"

All that stuff. He's constantly trying to assert Crowley's goodness as proof that he's not truly the demon he is. To Aziraphale, Crowley's status as a demon is a mistake that infringes upon his ability to determine his own path because when left to it, Crowley often chooses good.

While Crowley feels like his Fall is the act which bought him freedom from the shackles of Heaven. His Fall gave him self-determination.

Aziraphale sees it as something to be fixed. Crowley sees it as a choice. He sauntered vaguely downward. He goes along as far as he can.

In That Conversation, they're both hearing that the other person dislikes something they view as FUNDAMENTAL about themselves. Aziraphale IS an angel. Crowley IS a demon. They don't recognise how their choices determine their identities, and so misunderstand each other and ultimately, lose each other.

If they could see past those titles, then what would they find? And...something, something.

Where was I going with this?

Oh, right! Being human.

Anyway, if free-will is one of the requirements of Being Human then everyone qualifies whether they know it or not.

3. On the Nature of LOOOOOOVE

Falling in love. "It's what humans do." SO SAYS Aziraphale.

And well.

You know?

Enough said.

So, if Being Human means having free will AND falling in love, then...

Being an Angel or a Demon is just a job description.

And since Aziraphale and Crowley quit, then...

The only other thing that humanity has which separates them from angels and demons is that, well, they die. We die.

And so, if they are to become fully human with all the LOVE and FREEDOM of it, then they'll have to also take the death. Death, after all, is what makes the rest of it all possible. Maybe. I think, in some philosophies.

So, at a guess, the story ends like it began: in a garden.

Two humans, in love, living out their days in a cottage on the South Downs.

WILD RANDOM GUESSES (and how likely I think they are):

Jesus is a nepo baby, and Humanity turns on him because flying in a private jet is pretty gauche these days (9/10 - I think that this could go either way. When this idea was conceived in the 90s/00s private jets weren't the absolute bane of our literal continued existence as they are now. Some ideas don't age perfectly. The record shop, the...message box. Machine. The voice mail thing. The pay per view porn. But this one could have fun new connotations!)

Crowley becomes the new Duke of Hell and makes his dominion here on Earth (5/10 - Break ups can be Hell, and I think Crowley spiting Aziraphale's little efforts at beautification, or spurning all the places they used to love together is kind of fun. Also would explain global warming, buuuuut Crowley was pretty certain about not going back to Hell so...)

Aziraphale studies the porn in an effort to learn how to seduce Crowley. It's what humans do (like, a 8/10? I think it'll happen but I have no idea how it'd fit in)

Humans clone a whale. After all, God says to get back to her once we've managed to make a whale. (6/10. If Season 3 touches on the idea of emancipation (I didn't mention it up top, but here it is. Theme: EMANCIPATION) then I think it'd be funny for the cloning of a whale to signify Humanity's emancipation from Heaven and Hell, and God Herself. After all, if humans are God's children, all children - no exceptions - grow up.)

Humanity holds a General Strike against Heaven and Hell. It starts with a little old woman who just refuses to die. We all know one -- she's constantly being taken to the hospital, her family warned to prepare, and yet, somehow, she's back at the nursing home the next day. She just refuses to go. She's tired of all their nonsense (4/10 I think that there's no way humanity can outmatch Heaven or Hell for sheer strength so victory will have to come from somewhere else. Neil is a member of a union. A union currently on strike. Little guys taking on the Big Bads. I think it's a very relevant theme these days, but as I'm also in that same strike, I am le biased)

One of the guest leads is a pathologist named Dr. Leighton Quick. Because he deals with the Late. And the Quick. Get it? He's between Life and Death. Heaven and Hell. A human mediator. Seeking out answers to mete out justice on Earth. (-400/10 Absolutely impossible unless Neil has the exact same taste for puns that I do. But there are so many options, so...unlikely. I just think it's funny.)

Some old man is working in Heaven. He accidentally forgot to get off the escalator, and has been in accounting up there for 40 years. No one has noticed. (3/10. It's the kind of absurdity I can see happening. I just don't know how it'd fit. Only slight less likely than Duke Crowley)

The Somewhere Cold people go after Death is a Reception Lobby on the 42nd Floor. It's halfway between Up and Down. It has no windows and fluorescent lights. It's not horrible, but the A/C is broken so summer or winter, it's freezing cold. (7/10. I mean, it's a government office building, right? You're always waiting. It's always boring af. The A/C is always broken.)

Death is some Scottish Guy. Because of Crow Road. Because of David. Because it's funny. Because Death also deserves a little garden in the highlands. He lives on Crow Road. (10/10-1. I like it. It's probably too on the nose)

Aziraphale dies. It's some gambit. Crowley tries to intervene in some clever way, but is shocked when his miracle fails. Aziraphale smiles. Says, "It's too late, Crowley. It was always too late. Forgive me." And he walks off, hand in hand with Death. Crowley tracks Death down to Scotland. He finds Aziraphale having tea with Death in the garden (it ENDS in a garden). Death cannot be overcome, but he can be put off a bit. He agrees to restore Aziraphale to life on the condition that Crowley give up his immortality, and that someday, He'll come back for both of them. Crowley agrees. (15/10. I just like this. So, I'm betting hard on it. Vibes.)

[maggiedelusional]

Let Me Go || Part 2

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, (eventual) Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: none, lots of innuendos

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Reader is married and shares a child with Hangman, life and circumstances drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily

Author’s Note: I cant believe I’m posting the second part of this story in less than 12 hours I was honestly pleasantly surprised at how much you all enjoyed this premise. I mostly wrote the story down for me and my sister bcs i could not get it out of my mind. I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about the next part of the story so I knew I HAD to write it down. I know that Hangman was a little ooc in the last part, in my defense I wasn’t completely used to writing him yet, and I feel like that ooc’ness was large in part due to the tension between him and the reader. I hope he’s a bit more in character i this one. And to my rooster fans, bare with me, just a little bit more until he makes his appearance. Thank you to my little sister (@jhelly-bean) for editing some grammar. And please let me know if I should keep going, or if you want to be added to the tag list :)

Rooster Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4tS2I0YnKUSrBOMSUCqLgh?si=6a1898d0be474904

Hangman Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z4lAcBPvbCx19NWni8DVS?si=f7da4ba91773424e

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Italics is past

Jake stares at the spot in the driveway where your car was parked, a small migraine forming from the amount of travel he endured in the past two days. He knew you were still upset, but he’d never felt this much ice from you before.

In the past, when you were mad at him you would scream, yell, and on one or two occasions, throw a shoe at him. This time around was different. You were….cordial. Jake could handle anger or heat, that’s what drew you to one another in the first place. He’d never met anyone whose fire matched his. 

The Hard Deck was packed despite being a Tuesday night. Its patrons consisted mostly of uniforms, with a small mix of civilians. You were working the bar that night, while simultaneously reading from a thick purple book, adorned with the large block letters “LSAT”. You were already annoyed at the pilots who sauntered into the bar, egos the size of an elephant, your patience only wearing thinner as the night progressed. 

Jake “Hangman” Seresin walked in around 10 o’clock with an ego that could rival the other pilot’s in the establishment combined. “Hey baby, you wanna get me a beer?” You hear his voice behind you as you bury your nose into your book.  You respond by not turning around or looking up. “First of all, I’m not your ‘baby’ and I’ll get to you when I get to you. You’re not the only person at this bar.”

“Okay I may not be the only person at this bar, but I guarantee you. I’m the sexiest.” Jake says with a smirk.

You were now officially irked. 

You looked up from your book to see possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. His blonde hair seemed to reflect the moonlight despite being indoors. He had a jawline that you were sure was sharp enough to cut one of your beer taps, and a body probably carved by God himself. But what caught your attention the most…the mischievous glint in his eyes, a small fire building that begged you to challenge him. 

But of course, you would never let him have the pleasure of knowing that you found him breathtaking. “Sexiest? There are other S words I would use to describe you.” You smirk.

“Oh? what would those be?” He inquired smugly. “Spectacular, Stunning, Sublime, Satisfying?” 

“How about Self Absorbed, Simple Minded, and Stuck-up?” You challenged.

Jake stared at you with a grin on his face, eyes twinkling in interest, as he scanned your body up and down. 

“Sharp tongue you got there, I wonder what else it can do?”  He said with a wink.

You felt the fire grow, leaving a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. Not sure if it was anger or desire but you were determined to put the cocky pilot in his place. 

“I’ll tell you what, play me in a round of pool. If you win, then maybe I’ll let you find out exactly what my tongue can do.” You paused, watching that mischievous glint in his eyes twinkle.” But if I win, then I ring the bell.” You proposed as you pointed to a sign on the bar: 

“Disrespect a woman, the Navy, or have your phone on the bar and you buy a round”. 

“I’ll agree to those terms, but try not to be too upset when you lose Sweets. By the way, I’m sure you will have no problem with this but I don't like teeth.'' He said arrogantly, only to be met by a roll of your eyes.

“Stripes or solids, Sweets?” He asked as he tosses you a pool cue.

 “Cash or credit, Zuko?” You rebutted your own nickname for him.

“Ouch Sweets you wound me, I am so much foxier than John Travolta” the handsome stranger replied as he dramatically clutches his heart

“You may be, but you’re just as arrogant.” You say, with a bat of your eyelashes.

“How about this, I’ll stop calling you Zuko, if you stop calling me Sweets?” 

“No can do, Sweets, looks like I’m going by Zuko now. Unless you wanna know my real name, so you know what to moan later after this is done.” He said with a wink.

You couldn’t help the heat that was now traveling lower down your body. You quickly turned your face away from him so he didn’t see the redness spreading on your cheeks.

“Call me whatever you want Zuko, but when this is over you will be buying me and everyone in this bar a drink.” You retorted as you bent over to take the break shot.

“If you just wanted me to buy you a drink Sweets, you should’ve just asked. I’m not the one to deny a pretty la-Hggh!” He hunched over in pain as you hit him in the stomach with the pool cue, sinking 2 different solid balls in the process.

“Oops!” You said with a smile.

 “Your turn Zuko.” 

You two continued an intense game with both of you neck and neck the entire game. There were moments where he stood a little too close to you. Moments where you could feel the heat coming off of him, making the temperature of your body rise even higher. The game ended with you finally sinking the 8 ball. You stood up straight, smiling satisfied at defeating your opponent. 

“Looks like you owe me a drink, Zuko.” You smiled at him. His smirk dropped for a second upon his defeat, but it was back as quickly as it left. 

“Good game Sweets.” He admitted as he offered a handshake. You grabbed his hand to reciprocate the handshake, accidentally noticing how his larger hand enveloped your smaller one. You couldn’t help but notice the warmth that radiated between both of your hands. 

“The name’s Lt. Jake Seresin, call sign, Hangman.” He said, you let go of his hand after what felt like an eternity. You nodded in acknowledgement. 

“And your name, Sweets?” Jake asked.

“Nuh uh. You haven’t earned that quite yet, Seresin.” You flashed him a smile, as you walked away. 

Jake watched you in awe as you strutted back to the bar and rang the bell, causing everyone in The Hard Deck to cheer. 

That’s when Hangman knew he found a match in you. 

After 3 persistent weeks, he finally learned your name and 2 weeks after that you agreed to go on a date. You were never the type to go down easy and Jake lived for your constant battles. Even his proposal to you was during the heat of an argument.

“(Y/n) I don't understand why you refuse to hear me out on this!” Jake yelled exasperatedly.

“Because I’ve told you over and over again, I am not going to give up my dreams just so I can follow you around the world like a sad puppy dog!” You replied with equal fervor.

“I am not asking you to give up your career, I am just asking you to take a job that will give you more flexibility, we hardly see each other as it is!” 

“Jake, I did not bust my ass at law school, and brown nose at this firm for a whole degrading year just so I can leave because you want me to!” 

“Why are you incapable of any compromise (y/n)?! Do you even care about making this relationship work?” Jake screamed in a huff.

“You’re unbelievable, I’ve done nothing but support your dreams and your ambition for the past 4 years Seresin, I have been the one sitting in this goddamn house while you’re shipped off God knows where?! I can never know how long you’ll be gone or if you’ll even come back! I have not once complained or stood in your way. The one time that I ask for your support, I’m suddenly selfish? I’m the one who doesn’t want to make it work?” Your screams turned into anguished cries as you tried to wipe off the tears spilling down your face, struggling to hold yourself up. You slid down the wall tucking your legs into your chest.

Jake paced angrily as he processed what you said, “UGH FUCK!” He exclaimed as he threw his phone across the room. He walked into the closet and came back out, but you didn’t notice the small black box he brought back with him. 

“I never want to stand in the way of your dreams (y/n). It’s just so fucking hard only seeing you for days at a time and not having you beside me/” His voice still boisterous, but less aggressive. “You are the most aggravating woman I’ve ever met, how we haven’t killed each other yet I don’t know, but you challenge me, you keep me grounded, and I cannot imagine another day where you are not my wife!” 

His last words caught your attention and left a gasp in your throat as you looked up. Your eyes met as he kneeled in front of you with a ring. 

“Please spend the rest of our lives humbling me (y/n). Marry me.” He stared at you as he awaited your response. 

You nodded your head as the tears threatened to spill over once again. But this time, it was happy tears. 

You accepted his embrace and sat in his arms.

“I will marry you, as long as you admit that I’m Spectacular, Stunning, Sublime, Satisfying.” You said with a smirk.

“Anything for you Sweets.” 

He did admit that you were all those things that night and showed you just how satisfying he could be. 

All he’s ever known in your relationship is fire, if you were screaming at him or locking him out of the house or even giving him a bitter remark, he would know how to handle it. It's not like you were being particularly unkind to him, that would make sense in his head. But this… pleasantness, almost indifference, coming from you left a very bad taste in his mouth. 

“Daddy! You’re not paying attention!” His feisty 4 year old exclaims at him, sitting at her child sized piano. Astrid had his eyes and his blonde hair but everything else was all you. The sassy attitude, the way that she put her hands on her hips when she demanded your attention, her love for spicy food despite only being 4 years old, the way that you both furrowed your eyebrows and grit your teeth when hungry, and especially the way that you had him completely wrapped around your fingers.

“Aww I’m sorry Pixie, can you play the song again?” Jake asks his daughter with a smile.

“Fine daddy, but this is the last time okay?” She threatens with her small toddler sized finger.

“Yup exactly like her mother through and through.” He thought to himself.

Astrid plays the opening chords of a song Hangman (unfortunately) knew too well. 

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane, you broke my will, oh what a thrill, goodness gracious great balls of fire!” 

Hangman sat as he listened to his daughter sing the entire song, she missed a few notes and got some of the words wrong or jumbled up but he was very impressed with her skill especially at 4 years old. 

Hangman clapped, whistled, and gave a standing ovation as Astrid finished her performance and did her dramatic bows. 

“Wow, that was amazing, Pixie! I didn’t know you could play piano!” 

“Thank you Daddy! Uncle Roo Roo taught me!” Astrid said with a big smile

“Uncle Roo Roo?” Jake asked with an amused grin

“Uncle Rooster!”

Jake felt his stomach drop. 

“So Uncle Rooster has been hanging out with you and your mom?” He asked his daughter cautiously.

 “Yeah sometimes, I usually see him whenever Mommy is sad, he makes her smile and makes me chocolate chip pancakes!” The 4 year old answered enthusiastically.

“That’s good Pixie. Come on it's getting late, let's get you in a bath so you’re not stinky when Mommy comes home.” 

“Okay!” Astrid says as she starts up the stairs. 

Jake loved the time he spent with his daughter, and he was thankful that (y/n) still let him be around after what he did. But he couldn’t help but feel a brick form in his stomach as he got Astrid ready for bed. 

Jake patiently waited for (y/n) to return, sitting on the couch in the living room. He eventually fell asleep waiting. He finally hears a car pull up into the driveway and he checks the time to see it was a little past 11. (y/n) walks into the house, immediately finding Jake’s eyes.

“Hey Zuko.” She said with a small smile.

“(Y/n), how’s ‘Uncle’ Rooster?”

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Good Girl

Masterlist

author note: bye I did this instead of my government paper lmao. Like this is BEYOND dirty (but not completely dirty). I hope y'all enjoy it.

Fred Weasley x AFAB!Reader (house neutral)

word count: 1.5k

warning(s): cursing, smut with a side of plot, public sex, exhibitionism, Cormac (yes that needs to be put as a warning), clit stimulation, titty stimulation, pet names (bunny, daddy, babe, baby), degrading, praising, dom Fred and sub reader, unprotected sex (because Fred 100% has a breeding kink but please y'all use protection), cockwarming, cum eating, half proofread by me because my roommate is asleep

“Cormac I already agreed to tutor you. What else do you need?”

“You never told me when and where.” He says with that boyish charm that seems to work on literally every girl.

“Oh, right, um let’s meet in the library at 5.”

“Alright cool. See you there babes.”

I give him a forced smile and decide to go to the courtyard for some air. I hate when he calls me that. I’ve told him countless times to stop and yet here we are. I still can’t believe he had the audacity to say it in front of Fred. It took everything in me to stop him from beating Cormac up.

“Hey, love.” I hear before I feel a kiss on my forehead.

“Hello. Oh, I have something to tell you. Well, two things.”

“I’m listening.” He says as he sits next to me and holding my hand. I’ll never point it out, but ever since we started dating 2nd year, he always touches me. Whether it’s holding my hand, rubbing my leg, sucking my nipples, he’s always touching me.

“Okay, firstly, remember that spell I invented?”

“Yeah, the telepathy one?”

“Yeah! Well, I got it perfected. I had Padma help me. Now, all you have to do is say the spell while looking at the person you want to speak telepathically to.”

“You gonna teach it to me?”

“Maybeee. Okay, for the second thing, I’m tutoring McLaggen in about 30 minutes.”

I feel him tense up at my side before asking me why. I explain that he had been following me around, annoying me, so I just said yes to get him to shut up.

“Baby please don’t go,” he says in between the kisses that he’s leaving on my neck. I’m very tempted to not go when I feel his hand caress my thigh, getting higher each time his hand returns from my knee.

“Babe, I gotta go.” Which is what I thought I said, but instead came out a sigh.

He all of a sudden stops which causes me to whine.

“Shh. Come with me.”

He takes my hand and starts walking me somewhere. I guess I spaced because before I knew it, we were in the library. I continue following him until we stop at a table in the middle. Pince is at her desk, but we’re far enough that she didn’t see us come in.

“Baby?” Fred says looking down at me.

“Yes?” I ask

“Teach me your new spell. Please?”

“Okay,” I keen knowing I can’t say no when he asks me like that, “Look me in the eyes and say, “loquere in mente”.”

We both mutter the charm and decide to test it out.

“Can you hear me?” I ask. He responds and we just continue talking for about a minute to make sure it for sure works. I was about to ask him why he wanted me to teach him the spell, but then I hear the library door start to open. Before I can look in its direction, Fred sits me on his lap, face the table, and does the concealment charm.

“What are you doing?” I whisper yell. He puts a finger against mine.

“No talking out loud. Just go with what I do.” He says in my head.

Then I feel his knees go in between my legs, spreading me out. I lean my head against his shoulder while he kisses and sucks on my sweet spot. My mind is spinning while trying to contain my noises and trying to figure out why Fred decided to do this now.

“Look at him bunny.”

I furrow my brows and look across the table seeing McLaggen sitting there with his books, waiting for me.

“Now, I’m gonna play with your pretty pussy while you look at him. Take your eyes off of him and I take my hands off of you. Okay?”

“Yes daddy.” I respond.

He starts caressing my thigh like he was doing outside while unbuttoning my shirt. I grind on his lap silently begging for more. He shushes me and moves his hand from my shirt to my hips and slows me down.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, but you gotta stay still for me bun.”

Once I pause my movement, his hand goes back to my tit and his fingers from his other hand tease my clothed pussy. I involuntary buck against his hand, but quickly apologize. The feeling of him palming my tit while lightly caressing my core sends shivers down my spine and I feel my arousal spreading.

“Take your panties off for me, love.” I immediately obey because I know that Fred gives the best rewards.

Once my panties are on the ground I take my place back on his lap and he spreads our legs again. He returns his fingers to my nipple while his other hand goes back down to my pussy, sliding his middle finger through my folds, collecting my arousal, then circles around my clit causing me to throw my head back against his shoulder. I was so close to cumming when he just stops. I almost sob.

“I told you that if you took your eyes off of him I would stop.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t do it again just please” I beg while putting my hand on top of his and moving it back down.

He puts a little pressure on my clit while rubbing it in circles. I shudder and focus on Cormac.

“You like this don’t you? Being spread out like a whore in public. Anything to cum, huh slut?”

I nod my head and lean my head back while keeping my eyes forward. A gasp escapes me when he starts stroking his middle and ring finger inside of me, keeping a steady, slow pace that drives me crazy.

Cormac looks around but doesn’t move from his seat. He slumps against the chair and lets out an aggravated sigh. I guess he got bored enough because he actually picks up a book and starts reading.

Fred picks up speed which causes me to start meeting his thrust and grinding against his cock. With each grind I feel him get harder and harder while my slick starts spreading to his pants. I would be lying if his little shushes and praises inside of my head didn’t turn me on. The tone of his voice sends a spark through my body and makes me crave him more.

“Okay, baby I need you to be good for me and take my cock. Think you can do that?”

I nod my head again and murmur yes, not fully trusting myself to say anything else. He removes his fingers from inside of me and sits me up a little while he unbuckles his pants. I decide to fully take off my shirt and patiently sit there until he pulls me back.

“Now, take my cock and put it inside of you while I rub your clit.”

I do as he says and as I feel him bottom out, I let out a content sigh.

“Good girl, now just warm me while I play with you.”

He continues rubbing my clit while adding a bit more pressure, but still going slow. I feel my pussy start to throb from being edged two times. He moves one arm around my waist starting thrusting faster. I grab on to his arm and move it to around my neck not only because that’ll push me over the edge, but because it’ll help keep me quiet.

The speed of his finger picks up on my clit while speed of his thrust pick up making me feel him deeper and deeper inside me hitting my g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, if only you knew how good you felt. Such a good whore for me. Getting fucked in front of McLaggen while you’re supposed to be tutoring him.” He says which in response I let out a moan which I hope with everything in me was made in my head and not out loud.

“Please let me come, daddy. Please? I’m so close. You feel so so good. please daddy.” I babble. he lowly growls and tells me to wait.

I hold for about ten more seconds before I beg again. He doesn’t respond, so I keep holding in. Five seconds later he tells me to cum and I do with a choked moan while feeling his pants become more wet under me from my orgasm. I thank Godric that Cormac doesn’t make any sudden moves, because that means I did my job and kept quiet.

Fred continues saying praises to me while I feel his cum still shooting in while he softens inside of me. He softly caresses my body to calm me down from the aftershocks while praising me.

He slips out of me, and I feel his cum start to drip out. I reach down with my finger and scoop some up, so I can taste him.

By the groan he lets out I can already tell I’m to expect a second round.

He lightly palms my pussy and watches as Cormac gathers his books and stomps out of the library.

[themilkybarboy]

Modern au peneloise headcannons

There was about 5 months where the family thought they were in a secret relationship, but didn’t say anything because they didn’t want to force them to come out.

In the Bridgertons defence they did do a lot of couples activities together including an all inclusive couples holiday for Eloise’s 22nd. And they did give violet a joint birthday gift that year as well. So there was reasons to suspect.

They both went to Oxford, as they are both old money and both incredibly smart

Both of them are night owls which worked well when they shared a flat as they both liked to work at night

Eloise is an investigative journalist who mainly covers political corruption

Pen is an editor as well as an author of a fairly successful book series

Eloise is a huge caffeine addict.

Penelope DESPISES coffee. Literally will not, under any circumstances drink it no matter how much Eloise tries to convince her

Eloise is a complete over-sharer and thus Penelope knows FAR more about Phillips sexual abilities than she ever wanted to

Obviously Penelope can’t share as much once she gets together with Colin. But thankfully there is a Bridgerton wife/girlfriend night once a month with Sophie and Kate

Eloise never fails to complain about the lack of invite even though Penelope continually explains that she definitely does NOT want to know a lot of what is said on those nights once they have all had a drink

When they were 15 Eloise convinced Benedict to buy them alcohol, they got absolutely shitfaced and violet found them the next morning sleeping in the garden wearing trench coats with their hands covered in glitter (they don’t remember why or how that happened)

They were going to get their ears pierced at the same time but Eloise chickened out at the last second and only pen got them done.

She did eventually get them done but only has the one set of piercings whereas pen decided she quite liked it and has multiple piercings in each ear

Eloise was silent for 4 whole minutes when she found out about Pen and Colin. It was broken only because Colin said well this is definitely the longest I have ever seen her quiet which prompted Eloise to begin yelling at Colin threatening bodily harm if he ever hurt pen.

The effect was kind of ruined however when she turned to pen 0.5 seconds later and started gushing about how happy she was and omg now that can properly be sisters

Colin asked Eloise to help pick out pens engagement ring. But since neither of them knew much about jewellery they went to 6 different shops before giving up and calling it a day. Only for Eloise to get home and see pictures of some rings on the counter with a note saying ‘for inspiration’

Penelope immediately bonded with Oliver and Amanda after meeting them. And absolutely spoils them at every occasion possible.

They like to have early 2000’s chick flick movie marathons and can both quote the legally blonde courtroom scene by heart. Gregory can as well because they used to watch it when Eloise was babysitting.

They got matching tattoos for their 21st’s. It was a mini tattoo of a bubbling cauldron as they were OBSESSED with becoming witches when they were young

[delvine]

that damned party

author's note : hihihi i'm back i missed yall so muchhh. ok i hope you enjoy this. also, the vibe is kind of euphoria based but only in the way that there's a party and sum weed nothing more! enjoy!!!!

pairing : yuji itadori x fem!reader

warnings/tags : mention of alcohol, intoxcication, weed/blunt mention, pining friends to lovers

word count : 2.1K

college au

Yuji wasn't dismissive of feelings. He simply lets them happen. Better to let it all out than to keep it all in, whatever emotion it might be. Surprisingly good at advising those close to him, or even a stranger. You honestly couldn't tell if the boy was aware of how emotionally mature he could be at times. That was maybe one of the many reasons why you were now falling for the boy. Or - at least you just now realizing that you're catching feelings for him. You sprawled onto the bed, eyes on the ceiling. You thought back to that feeling. That very specific feeling you got when you first thought about him. The butterflies that seemed to pop up in your stomach one by one. The stupid stupid smile you had plastered on your face that had both Maki and Nobara look at you questionably. What the hell kind of moment were you thinking about?

You almost jumped out of the bed as you realized. That college party. That damned Halloween-themed college party.

Gojo Satoru came up with a splendid idea in the spirit of Halloween during September. He made a group chat of all the people he knew and invited him to his apartment complex that you were too afraid to guess the price of. That included you, since he knew you from Megumi who was friends with Nobara who was friends & roommates with you. But guess - oh guess who also was a friend of Megumi's and Nobara's. Yuji Itadori.

You had nothing against him, quite the opposite really. You two were good friends. He almost immediately considered you a part of the small group that was him, Megumi and Nobara. You have known each other for at least three years by now and made a dynamic duo, both in contrast and in complimenting one another. So, of course you didn't mind that he was invited too. You two were honestly joking about showing up to the party as every fictional duo in the book.

On the night itself, you decided to go for the classic. Picking up your little black dress, putting a few fake diamonds in your hair and real golds into your ears and around your neck and a very subtle blue headband and small tiara completed the look. 'Breakfast at Tifanny's' with a bit of Cinderella sprinkled in. Your glass slippers were just a pair of your black high heels. And with Maki as a pirate and Nobara with her look that she said was giving 'Cher from Clueless as a cowboy', you three walked into the apartment where it would all happen.

"Girls!!! C'mon in! You all came just in time, everyone was just about to get wasted. I'll be the honorary photographer of this night, but there's camera near the kitchen table, I think."

With a yell coming from the toilet and a following splashing sound, Gojo waved you goodbye. Entering the living room, you practically inhaled the mix of vodka, weed and...lavender? You shrugged the questionable smell off as you felt Nobara pulling your wrist, dragging you along. Seemed like she found Megumi, Yuji and Inumaki that were already there.

Greeting the three boys, you all got straight to drinking. Yuji handed you a red cup already filled with your name and a little heart beside written on it with a sharpie. You giggled at his bad handwriting and took a second glance at him to see if he was actually sober. The three of you toasted before downing your drinks. "TO THE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT!!!!"

To the Halloween spirit indeed. With 5 vodka shots maximum, you were already drunk out of your mind. You knew you were a lightweight, but you could still remember how you denied it wholly as you stumbled around the apartment asking multiple people if you were drunk and them being drunk as well gave their variants of answers.

The music seemed to sound more enjoyable as you slowly accepted the little amount of control you had when drunk. You wandered around, talking, screaming, singing and laughing with people you only knew the face and name of. You had vivid visions of singing 'Believer' by Imagine Dragons with Geto Suguru, the closest person within your reach when it came up and shortly cuddling with Choso as you saw him crying on the couch.

The majority of the time you stayed close to your friends. Going outside and running around from time to time and screaming as you all heard your favorite songs. It was fun. It was honestly really fun.

Before you knew it, the party seemed close to over. You were almost sober as you looked at how a small group of people were already starting to clean the place. You wanted to get up, but were gently held back. You leaned back into your seat and let your head slip and fall onto Yuji's shoulder.

"You want water?" he asked, getting the red cup filled with it for himself. You mumbled a yes that he could nearly hear and he passed the cup to you that you lazily drank up. Your head still leaning onto his shoulder, you felt how the ending was near. It made your heart hallow, but you were also very pleased.

"What even is love?"

Your head rose up from Yuji's shoulder as you thought about the question he just asked. "What do you mean?"

"It's just-" The boy tried to adjust his seat and as he decided to lie down, you followed his lead, laying down next to him on the couch. You soon realized you lied down in a way that he was now upside down to you, but you hardly cared. "I don't know. When I'm drunk, I become so sentimental and spout around 'I love you's' to almost everyone. But do I even know what love is?"

You looked at him as his eyes were onto the ceiling. You got back to your own thoughts soon, trying to give him an answer. "Love is not something you know, it's something you feel. It's something we all feel."

"Do you understand love?" he asked without skipping a bit. You dug into your own brain again, taking your time as you tried to find an answer. "I don't think so. It has mysterious ways. It can hit you, out of nowhere. And then it's all up to you and what you do with it."

"Damn." "Yeah."

"Love is a force to reckoned with, dude," Yuji said and you could hear the amounts of weed he had and you laughed hard at his statement, making sure to remember to quote that. His laughter joined in shortly after and you swore that when you heard him, you decided then and there that that was one of your favorite moments in your life. "I guess that's true. It makes people so stupid sometimes."

"Wait- But I'm stupid. Has love wrecked me already?!"

You giggled at the slight crisis your friend had and reassured him slightly.

"HEY! HIMBO AND BIMBO!! HELP US CLEAN UP ALREADY" Nobara lectured and you two got up and helped cleaning the place up.

You couldn't get that specific conversation with Yuji out of your head. How safe you felt, how easy it was to talk with him. It felt like you two were closer than ever, after three years of friendship. You convinced yourself it was just platonic appreciation. But even after that, you started craving more moments like that with him. You started falling for him.

"Though I love the drama and I almost shipped you with him since I first met you, I do not know what you want me to do about this."

You snorted at Nobara's comment, yet felt a bit stressed. She's right, these feelings are yours. Like you said to Yuji, it's up to you what to do with them. You distracted yourself from the confrontation with yourself by turning the conversation around.

"You don't find it weird? That I have a crush on him?"

"In a 'you're out of his league' way, yes." You covered your mouth from laughing and Nobara laughed out loud at your reaction. "I'm kidding!...kinda, but from what I can tell, he's good for you and you're good for him."

You smiled at that, never thinking you'd find a person like that. A person that got so close to you, your true you. A person where you'd feel completely free to be yourself. That was Yuji Itadori for you. You stretched your body on the small couch you laid on. "Fuck, I really like him."

"I know."

"Shit, I really like her."

"I know." Megumi seemed occupied with his work as he listened to his friend. Yuji danced around the room to the soft music coming from the speaker, phone in one hand and a blunt in the other. Fushiguro's eyes shifted to the pink haired boy as he scrolled through his library, trying to find the another song. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Dude, I don't even know if she likes me back. And if she doesn't, it's gonna fuck everything up and I don't want that!"

"And if she does?"

Yuji hummed at that before putting the blunt between his lips and inhaled. "Didn't think you'd be an optimist."

"I'm not! I am actually convinced you both like each other since that damn party - for you, maybe even longer - and are just dancing around each other like you're in fucking high school or some shit. I know that fear of rejection is something you're still dealing with and maybe she is as well, but we're one year away from graduating college. So please - for the sake of both of you - snap the fuck out of it and ask her out!"

Megumi knew too much about him. Yuji blew out the smoke as he stalked over to his best friend and hung himself over him. "Thanks, bro."

"Whatever. Just don't be too stoned when you do it."

A buzz of the phone, made Yuji look at it to read the notification. He giggled at it and soon burst out laughing. "Looks like she beat me to it."

"What?" The phone was passed onto Megumi as he read the text from you.

y/n <3 : yujiiiiii!!! hi !!! i was wondering if you wanna hang out tomorrow?? like my apartment or yours or maybe we can go grab something to eat or something??? idk lol

y/n <3 : ALSO PLS RESPOND OR YOU'RE DEAD TO ME

The dark haired boy smiled at the text and passed it onto Yuji. "It's that easy."

Every notification from then on made your heart skip, only to underwhelm when you realized it wasn't from him. You tried to distract yourself. Putting on music, cleaning your room, anything to quiet down any voice of insecurity. Both Maki and Nobara looked at you weirdly when you offered to vacuum and mop the floors.

And though you opened your phone every now and then to change songs or to simply scroll a bit on instagram, you never opened your messages. Seeing if he read it or seeing of he was online or offline would only send you of the edge.

You really wouldn’t know what Yuji’s respond could possibly be. You knew he was a sweet guy and dismissing your offer would most likely not happen. But what if he only saw the ‘hanging out’ as a platonic thing. Just two friends being friends. Then you turned around and wondered what would happen if he rejected you if you clarified that you meant it in a date way. You practically doomed yourself.

The small ‘ding’ that came from your phone petrified you and at the moment your intuition and anxiety strangely aligned. Not prepared to look, you brought the phone towards you and almost impulsively threw it away as you saw that it was in fact Yuji. You fought your flight reflex and opened the messages app to see his response.

yuji 💕 : of course i wanna hang out!! i think my apartment will be completely mine tomorrow so how about mine?

yuji 💕 : AND HI I RESPONDED PLS DONT LET ME BE DEAD TO YOU

You sighed in relief, but wondered if you should bring up the ‘date’ part right away and let it be. Romantic relationships blossom out of strong friendships, or at least the healthy ones. You realized that your sigh of relief lasted a bit too long as you left him on read. You quickly typed out.

you : okay great!!! then i’ll see you tomorrow, hot shot

You cringed at yourself as you read the text message again and almost wanted to delete it if Yuji wasn’t ahead of you.

yuji 💕 : c u tomorrow, baby

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

I Can't Help It If You Look Like an Angel

Summary: Spencer is not that kind of doctor, but he'll always come when Y/N needs him, even if germs are involved.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Warnings: One cuss (sh!t), kisses, small insecurities

Word Count: 2.5 k (was not supposed to be this long but I'm a monster)

Author's Note: From this list (3, 12, 14) since I hit 300 followers! Thank you! This request is from @willowrose99 (look for the bold)

I Can't Help It If You Look Like an Angel

Spencer’s half done with his third book that weekend when his phone rang. A weekend spent in the company of Nietzsche and Sartre is, according to Spencer at least, a weekend well spent. He can feel the relaxation that settles in his bones come crashing down as he phone rings.

Thinking it’s Hotch calling the team in for an unexpected case, Spencer, lethargically, walks over to answer the phone. However, realizing the caller is not his boss pulling him away from a restful weekend, but Y/N, his heart rushes with a sudden urge of excitement.

“Y/N,” Spencer starts. He’s more than happy to have Y/N interrupt his weekend; they even made plans for a day out on Saturday at the new Anthropology museum that opened downtown. But all of Spencer’s made up plans fall in front of his face, as he hears Y/N’s quiet sniffles.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry to bother you. I know that you’re probably enjoying your rest, but I guess I have a cold. One of the kids at school, I suppose,” Y/N tells him in between sniffles. Her voice is scratchy and Spencer tries not to think about how his brain seems to short circuit at the way his name sounds.

“I’m coming over,” Spencer says, cutting her off. He doesn’t like doing that, in fact he hates when that happens to him, but right now he knows that Y/N is going to try her hardest to stop him from coming over.

“No Spence, it’s germs. You hate germs and I’m really gross and snotty and—”

“Stop, Y/N. Don’t say another word. I’m on my way” Spencer says. He feels a little guilty for hanging up on her, but he knows that if he stayed on the line any longer she’d end up convincing him that he didn’t need to rush over. There’s not a lot of people in this world that can convince Spencer to change his mind, and he’s pretty sure that Y/N is one of them.

Spencer walks into his bedroom, looking for some supplies like a man on a mission. He decides to pack a small bag for the next three days. He’s off from work anyway, why not spend that time making sure Y/N gets better. Spencer packs away a couple of sweaters, flannel pajama pants and two thermal shirts. In the back of his drawer he spots a very old college tee shirt.

A memory, an early memory with Y/N, comes flooding to the surface. They got caught in a rainstorm after a picnic in the nearby park. Spencer changed into his comfortable tee shirt and pajamas. He would never forget the look on Y/N’s face; the way the rain collected on her glasses and for some reason she had yet to wipe them off. She called him an angel. Maybe it’s for bringing her some warm clothes or maybe she’s slightly on edge from their dash into Spencer’s apartment. Whatever it was that made her call him an angel, Spencer never wanted her to call him anything else. Besides his own name, in that scratchy sick voice that made him feel a little guilty for liking so much.

Spencer collects some other things he needs for his stay. A toothbrush, toothpaste, a hair brush, and his hair serum that Y/N says she likes the way it smells. When she told him that, Spencer could hardly wait to buy the entire supply from the CVS down the street. He tucks away in this bag with a small smile.

Walking out of his apartment, Spencer locks up and makes his way down to his car. He glances at his watch, realizing that it only took him a couple of minutes to get ready for Y/N. Quicker than what it takes for him to get ready for an emergency case. Then again, tending to a sick Y/N seems much pleasurable then looking at served bodies and mangled limbs.

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After making a pit stop at a small convenience store near Y/N’s apartment, Spencer pulls into the guest parking spot near her complex. He attempts to shoulder the weight of his go bag; even though he only packed a couple philosophy books, they are quite dense. In his hands, he grasps the grocery bags.

Y/N’s apartment, thankfully, is on the first floor. Spencer approaches the door and thinks twice about knocking or ringing the doorbell. The last thing he wants to do is wake a sick Y/N up. He rummages in his pants for his car keys. Attached to the keys is a cat keychain with a spare key to Y/N’s apartment. Balancing the groceries and his own bag, Spencer quietly attempts to open Y/N’s door without possibly waking her up.

Once he finally gets the door open, Spencer realizes all too late that a large orange cat guards the tight hallway entrance. Spencer Reid, though a genius in his own right, is completely aware of the fact that he has two left feet.

“Oh, Zelda! Oh shit!,” Spencer yells as he trips over Zelda, Y/N’s orange cat. Zelda, scared from the noise, leaps from her spot guarding the hallway to the kitchen. Spencer brushes himself from his fall and picks up the groceries that fell during his tumble.

“Zelda, baby?” Y/N calls from what sounds like the couch from the other side of the wall.

“Hi Y/N, it’s just me. It’s just Spencer,” He says, placing the oranges back in his canvas bag and on the kitchen table. He sees Y/N laying on the couch. Surrounded by a pile of crumpled tissues, she smiles weakly at Spencer. He walks over to her and like an involuntary muscle, she scoots her feet so Spencer has room to sit.

Spencer, setting the beg on the floor, tucks Y/N’s legs over his. He rests a comforting hand on her calf that’s covered by a worn quilt.

“You didn’t have to come Spencer. I’m really okay, I just wanted you to know that I wasn’t ghosting you this weekend,” Y/N explains. The TV has been left on, but on mute. The colorful lights illuminate Y/N’s face in her dimly lit apartment.

“Nonsense, Y/N. What are friends for,” Spencer offers, wondering beyond belief if he messed up calling them friends. Their relationship had been quite strange for the past couple of weeks. Intense moments of silence where Spencer thinks he’d have the time to memorize every freckle on her nose or small grazes from fingers to wrists where Spencer swears she left scars that he hope would never heal.

“Friends,” Y/N says quietly. Spencer, offering a tight lipped smile, leans forward to straighten the blankets under Y/N’s chin. He presses the back of his hand towards Y/N’s forehead, feeling her warm skin under his knuckles. He’s not sure if the heat he feels is from her bug or from the adrenaline coursing through his veins at being this close to Y/N.

“You’re hot,” Spencer says, not moving his hand from Y/N’s forehead. She, loving the way his ears turn pink when he’s embarrassed, uncovers her arm from under the blankets and holds onto his wrist, keeping him attached to her forehead. Not that he’d want it any other way.

“So are you,” Y/N says. Spencer flinches and moves his hand from her forehead like she scorched his hand. In reality, her comment pierced his heart with hope.

“How much cough syrup did you take?” Spencer asks, choosing to face the situation with humor. There’s no way in the world Y/N could ever find him “hot” without the aid of cough syrup or another mind numbing substance.

“None,” Y/N says, reaching around to turn off the television. Spencer, getting increasingly nervous as the minutes of that intense silence passed, mentions to Y/N that he needs to put the groceries away.

“You really didn’t need to do that, Spence. I feel bad enough that you came here just to get sick yourself,” Y/N says. She’s folding the blankets that she was just resting under.

“I’ll always come when you need me to, Y/N” Spencer says, his breath catching and his eyes latching onto Y/N. He looks at her too long and there’s that intense silence again. Silence that is as thick as fog. Spencer can’t see facts through all the love that swallows him whole looking at Y/N.

“Maybe I knew that, and maybe that’s why I called you,” Y/N murmurs quietly, almost like she’s more scared to admit it to herself than to Spencer.

“Maybe,” Spencer says, breaking her gaze to put the half melted tub of green tea ice cream in the freezer.

“I think I’m going to shower, I need to put a fresh pair of pajamas on. I’ll be right out,” Y/N tells him, turning on her heel and leaving Spencer along with his thoughts.

Spencer can hear the water from the shower turn on. He estimates that Y/N will take at least 5 minutes in the shower, accounting for a margin of error, he supposes that he should start to heat the soup he bought from the store now, so it’s ready for Y/N when she’s done in the shower. Too bad all Spencer’s brain power is good for his statistics and numbers, not recipes and romance.

As it turns out, not a single statistic, nor a single digit could account for the possibility of Y/N walking out her bedroom, her hair damp and skin practically glowing, wearing Spencer’s worn college tee shirt. Spencer reckons that his eyes must have been bugging out from his head, given the spirited smile Y/N wears.

“I’m sorry, Spence, you know how much I love this tee shirt. I was putting some of your stuff away in your drawer and I saw this and I just couldn’t help myself. God it even smells a little bit like that hair gunk you wear,” Y/N rambles. She stands, leaning on her door frame, staring at Spencer who holds a wooden spoon that he used to stir the soup.

“You look like an angel,” Spencer says before he can stop himself. He just knows that his face is flaming red.

“You remember that?” Y/N asks, her voice light and hopeful. Spencer recognizes something in it. It’s the way his voice sounds when he talks to her, about her, with her. He can only hope that this is the way she always talks to him. He hopes with every fiber of his being that she uses that light and hopeful voice with him and only him.

“Of course Y/N. Then again, even if I didn’t have an eidetic memory, I’d still remember every single detail about you,”

“Now you’re making me feel guilty about stealing your shirt. You’re being all sweet and kind with me, it makes me fuzzy in the head,” Y/N confesses. She walks to her kitchen table, slowly closing the gap between her and Spencer.

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyway,” Spencer tells her. Her eyes grow big at his words and she presses her lips together like she’s holding something in. But something in her switches. Something in her grows a little sad and Spencer watches before his eyes as Y/N withdraws into herself.

“You can’t say that stuff to me, Spencer. You can’t say that stuff to me and not expect me to love you more than I already do,” Y/N says, her eyes shut and her lips pinched so tightly that it almost looks painful.

“Y/N,” Spencer starts, unsure what he’s supposed to say. His brain always seems to be playing catch up around Y/N. “Can I say it if I do love you back?”

Y/N eyes flutter open and narrow at Spencer, as if she’s reading him. Her eyes scan for any sign of a joke, of a prank, of Spencer trying to trick her. Maybe he should be upset that Y/N is doubting him, but all Spencer can feel is hatred for the person that made her doubt herself so much to not believe him.

“I’ve never felt what I feel when I’m with you, Y/N. No one else has made me feel truly me except you, Y/N,” Spencer professes, setting down the wooden spoon on the counter to reach Y/N’s hand.

“I never thought you’d feel the same way, Spence. I love you, God. That feels so good to say,” Y/N says, letting out a strained laugh. Spencer standing up next to her, places his hands on Y/N cheeks, and tries to lean in lower to kiss her, but Y/N’s finger on his lips stops his movement.

“I’m so sorry, I should have asked. I thought that this is-” Spencer stammers, suddenly very concerned that he violated Y/N in some way.

“Shhh, angel. It’s okay. I want you to kiss me. I really do, but I just want you to tell the facts on you getting sick if you kiss me,” Y/N says, not moving her finger from Spencer’s soft lips. He kisses her finger and grasps her hand with his.

“Sorry, I just had to do that,” Spencer smirks, “but to answer your question, unless you have a bad cough, and some of the respiratory mucus has made its way into your saliva, the cold virus will not be transmitted by kissing,”

“That’s good, so please kiss me, Spencer,” Y/N practically begs, eager for Spencer to leave pieces of him all over her. Eager for him to leave physical evidence of the marking he’s already left on her heart.

“You just might have to take care of me next week,” Spencer counters, peppering kisses over her jaw, knowing he’s purposely avoiding her lips.

“Spencer, I’m sick! Don’t tease me, just kiss me,” Y/N whines, and Spencer caves. He leans in slowly, meeting his lips to Y/N’s. It was the kiss that Spencer knew he’d be waiting for. A kiss that seals fate without a return address. A kiss that reminds him that he’s alive. A kiss that says forever and always.

Spencer, resting his chin against Y/N’s head, closes his eyes. The intense silence that existed between them, now is this light and hopeful air.

“Y/N, do you use my hair gunk?” Spencer asks. He can’t help but giggle with her and breathe in the familiar scent of her hair. He places three kisses on Y/N’s head and gently pushes her hair to the side to kiss down the back of her neck.

“I’m not sure what I love more, the smell of your hair gunk or the man that wears it,”

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[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 5/?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name)

Part 5! This is going well, I think, I hope you like it :) 

So last night, I finished two parts to this series, and guess what? Turns out when Tumblr glitches you have no rights and suddenly all your work is gone! If you need me, I’ll be crying in my writer’s corner

Warnings: Swearing, Trauma, Family Issues, Left on a cliffhanger lol :) sue me, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

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Down girl, you’ve been on two dates, did he even open up to you fully? A/N texted back to Y/N, who took a quick break to the bathroom to compose herself and fix her hair after Jason, the man she was casually seeing, opened up to her about his father and his father’s criminal record as well as his mother and his mother’s passing.

Yes he opened up to me! But we’ve been spending all day flirting and I told him about how my father is an immigrant and how I tell everyone I am legally a bastard, and I just don’t know, is it too soon to say I like him?

Go get him, Girl. Go get him.

In the other room, Jason was hastily texting his brother Dick, who has been in a relationship with Barbara for a while now, and is deeply committed to her. So, he needed advice.

How did I know when to kiss Barbara? Do you want to kiss Y/N? Dick asked back to Jason.

Yes I want to kiss her you idiot, but when do I do it? We’ve only been on two dates.

Why don’t you take her to a fancy restaurant out of the city where you aren’t being watched constantly and she isn’t flipping off the paparazzi, and then do it? Also, Bruce thinks her flipping off the pap twice is very funny, shockingly.

As soon as he received that text, she walked back out of the bathroom, this time, letting her hair down out of the bun it is usually in.

“You look nice with your hair down, Y/N.”

“You think so? I usually have it down when I don’t have classes.”

“I do think so.”

“Well, thank you, Jason,” she purred, sitting back down in her chair, opposite him.

“Bruce saw your shenanigans with the pap, he apparently thinks it’s funny.”

“Your family is checking in on you? Can’t they trust me?” she said, in a completely sarcastic tone.

“Well, I was just bragging about how lovely I find you.”

“Kind of you to do so, Jason,” she placed her hands on his and had to lift herself up slightly to lean into him, not to kiss him or anything, but to be closer to him. 

“Your love language is physical attention,” he smirked at her, “I can tell by how you grab me, Y/N.”

“Don’t psych me out now, we’re having fun!” she whisper-yelled at him.”

“I do it when I’m nervous,” he assured.

“What’s there to be nervous of?” she asked.

“The pretty girl leaning into my face making moves on me?”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” he grinned, “no chance I want you to stop.”

And then his phone rang. He picked it up to hear a very panicked Bruce on the other end,

“Jason, here, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

He hung up and grabbed her hands and leant in, like he was going to kiss her, but only rest his forehead against hers,

“This has been lovely, really, but that was Bruce and he needs me, I’m sorry,” he whispered down to her.

“I understand, we can always go on more dates.”

“I hope we do, see you later, Y/N.”

“See you, Jason.”

And he left. But there was something about the furniture in the house after he left, it smelled like him. Not in a weird way where she was obsessed with it, but she associated the smell with the feeling of riding through the city and the back roads like no one was watching, the feeling of being free, the feeling of being unstoppable.

And that, that was the beauty of the chase, the beauty of what she wanted, to be free, gone from her parents, gone from her twin sister, free.

But, she went to bed that night without even going to her car to pick up her notes. She did have class tomorrow, but it wasn’t criminal psych. It was regular psych. Which she wasn’t stoked for, that’s for damn sure.

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Waking up, she opened her phone at around 5am to see a text from Jason,

You know, I always wanted to try some restaurants in Metropolis, I know you don’t like it, but I know the press doesn’t follow me there. What do you say? (Yes I know it’s 3am I’ll tell you all about what happened and why I’m awake so late later lol)

She thought about it, scared that her parents would see her walking around with this guy they didn’t know. Fuck it, she thought, I only live once.

Jason, I would love to. And I hope that story is a good one.

He almost immediately shot back, Mornin’ and yeah, it is. Do you have class today? I can come get you from your’s and pick you up from class if you need it, I swear you won’t have to ride the motorbike in your home city.

I do have class, and you don’t have to but my class is at 3pm again if you’re willing.

Meet up at 12 and talk for a while? Might be fun. 

My roommate will be here, though.

Well, you already inadvertedly met my best friend, remember the baker? His name’s Will Harper. I called in a quick favor to impress you and he’s a sucker for a good romance story.

Well, he seemed nice, and yeah, if you want to meet my roommate you can come over, Jason.

You can call me Jay if you want to, Y/N.

I gotta shower now, Jason, but I figured nick names would come out in time.

She put down her phone and went to shower.

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“Mornin’ A/N.”

“Y/N,”, she greeted happily, “the coffee’s already brewed by the way.”

“God I love you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah yeah, tell me the drama, did you guys have sex?”

“No, but he’s coming over today to meet you slash talk to me before taking me to class and then driving himself and I to Metropolis for dinner.”

“Escaping the cameras to go to the city that has your parents?” A/N questioned, seeming concerned.

“I know, I know, but I only live once and I doubt we’ll see them. If we do, I might just call him my boyfriend to get it over with. Have to talk to him about that though.”

“Honestly, have you told him how insane your parents are?”

“That’s what I’m planning on doing today, A/N.”

“Don’t scare him off, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed and she went to go get her notes from last night, it was around 11:50am, so she knew that Jason would be here any minute, but she needed to get those notes into her room, she was right about Jason when he pulled down the street in a Porsche. Pulling into her driveway, Y/N waved at Jason while finishing to pull out her books from her beat up car. Quite the difference from the Porsche and her car, but she only noticed it for a few seconds before both doors slammed, in sync.

“Well, that was timed perfectly,” she said to Jason when he met up with her at her car.

“Wow, we’re magicians,” he joked, “Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, no, I can handle it myself, thank you.”

“Well, it doesn’t kill me to ask, you’re going to need help with that door though,” he mused.

“Oh no, you underestimate me, I can open doors with my hips, and I think I didn’t shut the door the whole way so I could do this easier,” she laughed and began to lead him up the driveway, like she had done last night before he ran off with Bruce.

“Thinking ahead?”

“Something I clearly didn’t do when saying we could go to Metropolis, I’ll admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“We have time to talk about it later, Jay, are you however, ready to meet my roommate?”

“No, but you only live once, Y/N.”

“You won’t die, I promise,” she said as she nudged the door open with her hip and greeted A/N, “Hey girl! This is Jason, entertain him while I file notes, maybe, I swear I’ll speed run it.”

“Entertain him? Are you serious? He’s your guest!” she joked.

“Hey thanks man really appreciate it,” Y/N joked before hastily walking towards her bedroom, this was obviously a song and dance they had done with A/N’s lover, so Y/N shot it back at A/N.

“Jason.”

“A/N, right?”

“Yes, sir, how are you today?”

“I’m good, was that a fight?” he questioned.

“No, don’t worry, it’s just the way I acted when I first brought my partner, person, thing, over. She’s just being spiteful. Trust me, if it was a fight, there’d be a lot more of a screaming match.”

“Well, that’s reassuring, I think.”

“So, Jason, do you like her?” she asked.

“We’ve been on back-to-back dates since Sunday, A/N,” he paused, “I really do.”

“Well, it is not like I am going to sit here and be like ‘Oh you can’t date her!’ and feign being upset about this, I mean it’s been 2 dates and you’re going on a third, if that’s not leading towards seriousness, I don’t know what is,” she assured him. He seemed to like this.

“How much has she told you? My secrets or anything?”

“God no, you’ll tell me those with time when we’re friends.”

“Well, I hope you’re a good friend to Y/N and myself, in the future, then.”

“The future is just around the corner. Don’t let Y/N escape you. She’s a catch,” she finished as Y/N reentered the room,

“Did you two have fun?” Y/N asked.

“I think we did,” Jason said.

“We did,” A/N assured, “you two can go to her room now, I’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t worried you weren’t going to be, you always are.” Y/N said to A/N before grabbing Jason’s hand and taking him to her room. He hadn’t been in her room yet.

It was kind of a mess, I mean it wasn’t like they had a maid and they’re both broke college/university students. Notes were strewn across her desk, but that was expected with such a high-study class, the one they met in.

“You clearly like the colour red,” Jason said, pointing to the obvious red feature wall, grinning.

“Well, I told my sister to design my room last time she was over and she picked it based off of the criteria I gave her, she’s going to be an interior designer, and red was one of the colours I gave her,” Y/N said with a sigh, “That’s kind of the thing we need to talk about, my family,” she sighed again, “They are, special, to say the least.”

“Well, so is mine.”

“Yeah but,” she sat on her bed and he joined her, “My family is quite, how do you say it, Christian? They’re very hard to impress and if they see me running around the city with you they might expect you to be my boyfriend, not the guy I’ve known for 3 days and went on back-to-back dates with,” she rambled, “ Not that they wont like you! They’re just traditional, and I’m not and it drives a slight wedge between us,” she paused to look at him, “This is just a really long-winded warning about only a chance to meet them,” she finished.

“Well, that doesn’t scare me. You would understand why if you knew the Waynes, not that they’re traditional, they too, are just hard to impress,” he assured.

“Probably shouldn’t have flipped off the paparazzi then, honestly.”

“No, Bruce found that funny. And about last night, my brother, Damien, he’s the youngest Wayne and one of the only not-adopted ones, being 3 not adopted ones,” he paused, “Anyway, he broke his leg playing office chair racing in the Manor, and I needed to go to Bruce to get yelled at for bringing up the idea,” he laughed, “Bruce then told me after that if he was invited I wouldn’t have been yelled at,” he paused, “That was fun.”

“So, very posh and pristine family, and one of you broke your leg roughhousing in a very expensive Manor?”

“Only in Wayne Manor would that be a sentence.”

“Seems like you have your hands tied with your family,” she joked.

“I wouldn’t if the idiots stopped hurting themselves playing games when I’m on dates,” he retorted and laughed with Y/N.

It seemed crazy that these two would meet, since so many factors played into it, but she swore God saw the potential for this to happen and said, This, this deserves a shot to shine. And she was grateful. She didn’t exactly believe in God, but if God sent her this boy, she might change her mind on going to church with her parents when they invite her.

And that’s the beauty in the mystery, the beauty in the ‘Positive’ they claimed after not knowing what to do next but still powering through to go on dates, and they had gone on enough dates and spent at least 1 third of the last 3 days with each other. That was impressive. That was a good sign and they both knew it.

The next step was packing a few bags and going on 24 hour dates in the cities, but they weren’t ready for that yet. They both thought a first kiss would be better before that. Luckily, Jason wanted to kiss her today, and she wanted to kiss him today.

Before they knew it, they were in the Porsche driving through the streets she describes all-too well, blasting songs and screaming lyrics with Jason, a song stuck out and that was the Annapantsu���s Smooth Criminal Rendition with Caleb Hyles. Since the rendition had a multitude of riffs that Y/N adored, she would scream it and Jason would continue the male parts. It was peaceful yet the most high-pressure intense situation she had felt in a while.

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Getting out of class, she somehow avoided the paparazzi she had grown somewhat accustomed to over the days she had known Jason, she got back into the Porsche before they noticed she was even there, but then they noticed, and Jason fucking floored it to the streets and out of there.

He dropped her off at her place to get ready for an expensive dinner with him in Metropolis. She thought long and heard about what to wear to her date, but in the end, she decided on a nice pink dress her mother had bought for her back in Metropolis. She had told her daughter, Only wear this on a date with a man you think is endgame, now, she didn’t know if Jason was endgame, but she did want to put all the energy she could into the universe to make him worthwhile.

(This is the first time I’m going to include pictures! I think I’m getting the hand of Tumblr now hehe :) )

(If the skin tone doesn’t match your own, because you’re darker or paler, just imagine it’s yours :) you’re all beautiful in your own right and I’ll use pictures with varying skin tones as I progress the story)

She gave a little twirl in her mirror before taking a quick picture to send to one of her other class friends, who was wondering how things were going with Jason at the time. Her name was Artemis Crock, she knew that Art and Jason were friends, but she also liked Artemis Crock a lot, thinking that they were likely going to be good friends.

You’re going to make him swear up and down to Will that he is ‘Only seeing you casually’ while Will says he’s in love with you, you’re killing it. She shot to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and left her bedroom to go meet up with A/N, who wanted to make sure the dress she was wearing was cute, and it was,

“Holy shit! I said look cute, not make him your bitch, Y/N!”

“Potato, Potahto,” she laughed, “You really think I look worthy of a Wayne?”

“You always do, but you didn’t have to go THIS  hard to prove a point. Only one tabloid said you weren’t enough for him,” she paused and Y/N thought about that tabloid, it upset her, sure. But she was completely aware that spite was going to fuel many of her next moves in the press, “Just the one tabloid.”

“And the one tabloid is enough to make me spiteful. Fuck them tabloids, girl, they can suck it,” she said.

“I don’t think Jason would appreciate if the tabloids blew you,” she joked.

“You don't know that, A/N,” she retorted.

“Do you know that?” A/N said as the doorbell rang, “I’m assuming that’s for you, have fun!” A/N said and waved as Y/N waved back and walked to answer the door. Yep, it was Jason.

“Woah,” he said, mouth agape, when she answered the door.

“Close your mouth, Romeo. You’ll attract flies,” she joked.

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Cruel Summer - Team Free Will 2.0 Song Preference

Title: Cruel Summer

Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jack

Song: Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2,235 words

Warning(s): mentions of violence and death

Author's Note: I wasn't joking about making song preferences. I just find them a lot of fun. Also, Cas and Sam's seem really similar but I like them both.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Sam Winchester (Season 5):

And I scream, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

I walked into Bobby's living room to see Sam going through at least 3 books. I almost sighed.

He had been working relentlessly. He blamed himself for Lucifer being topside. I had tried to convince him otherwise because he had been manipulated for a long time. He didn't believe me.

"Sam," I said. He looked up from the books. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Does it matter," he asked.

"...Yes," I replied. "You're going to end up killing yourself and then you'll definitely be useless in the fight against Lucifer."

"I'm the only reason we're in that fight," Sam argued.

"Oh bullshit," I yelled. "Sam! If it wasn't you, it would be some other poor bastard that Azazel managed to get his hands on. You were lied to and manipulated. You were used, Sam. Emotionally, physically... it's not like you went out looking to release the devil!"

He stayed silent. I sighed.

"Screw this," he muttered. "I need to get back to work."

"Sam-"

"I need to do this!"

"Please, just stop!"

He froze for a moment, "Why?"

"'Why'?"

"Why should I stop doing my work?"

"Because you're going to go insane or hurt yourself for something that is not your fault," I shouted. "God, how can you be so fucking blind!?"

Sam rolled his eyes, covering his face for a moment

"I... do you know how I felt when Lucifer got released," I asked. "I wasn't angry or scared... I was sad."

"Why?"

"Because... I knew you were betrayed and upset," I explained. "I was sad for you. All I wanted to do was help you and I still do. I was honestly madder when I found out about you and Ruby."

"You wanted to help me..."

"...instead of fight Lucifer."

He raised an eyebrow at me, "That's ridiculous."

Sam leaned down and went to grab a book.

"I swear to God, if you start reading one more time-"

"Stop telling me that I shouldn't blame myself! This is my responsibility!"

"No, Sam, it's not," I snapped. "You think it's your fault because you reacted like a human being!"

He leaned down again and started grabbing the books. I stood in silence; disappointed silence. He was about to start walking when I decided to speak.

"Sam," I said softly. "Sam... please just... Sam!"

"What," he asked, clearly tired of talking. I took a deep breath.

"I love you," I blurted. I took a moment to realize what I said. "Shit! I should not have said that. I'm sorry."

Sam put the books down on the couch.

I continued mumbling apologies and explanations as he walked around Bobby's coffee table.

I was only cut off by Sam cupping the sides of my face and pulling me into a kiss. I froze where I was. I felt overwhelmed but I wasn't uncomfortable; I was happy. Sam slowly pulled away, pecking my lips a few more times before pulling away completely.

"One night off," I asked quietly. "I just want you to have one night of possibly, kinda, alright sleep."

"Okay," he nodded.

I stepped away and grabbed Sam's hand, ready to lead him upstairs.

"Wait," Sam didn't move. I looked back at him. "I love you too."

I smiled before turning and starting to pull him along again, "Really? Couldn't tell from the aggressive making out a minute ago."

"It was not aggressive," he replied.

"Keep telling yourself that, Sammy."

Dean Winchester (Season 1 - Season 8 or 9):

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price You know that I bought it

It was silly at first.

Some man comes in and playfully flirts with the bartender that night. Introduces himself as Dean Winchester and his friend as his brother, Sam. Has a few drinks and then heads out.

Nothing new.

Honestly, I kind of liked him. I didn't tend to but when someone looks like Dean; short hair, constant smirk, and eyes that were almost too bright; I don't feel angry about the constant flattery.

Then, he came back the next night and then the night after that. The third night was the scariest. Some monster had come in and tried to attack me. The man came in while the thing had me pinned to the wall, ready to kill me.

I was caught off guard when I was dropped and the man started fighting the thing. I ran over and hid behind the bar.

"(Y/n)," I stood up to see Dean standing on the other side of the bar. The thing was now dead on the floor. "Are you okay?"

"I... I don't know," I mumbled. He walked over, putting his weapon down slowly when he saw me flinch away from him. "What was that?"

That's when I got the speech. Monsters, hunters, death. It was nearly overwhelming but... tempting. It was like something was pushing me to it. Toward the life that I knew would be more deadly than normal.

"Well, thank you," I said, walking closer to him. I slowly smirked as I relaxed more and more. "How could I repay you?"

"Well," Dean acted like he was thinking. "I am not sure..."

"Lucky for you, I have an idea."

I leaned forward and kissed him softly. Dean pulled me closer to him. I only pulled away when I needed air.

"I'll clean this up," Dean promised.

"Good because I wasn't going to."

--Time Skip--

Many years later, I found myself right by Dean on a vamp case.

We weren't the same as we had been. He was no longer the same stereotypical "bad boy" and I was no longer a simple bartender. But through each change, we seemed to get closer.

Dean pulled me into a hug once the killing had stopped. I sighed happily. I was at home. It was perfect.

I pulled back from our hug and looked at the mess.

"You're cleaning this up," I pointed to it.

"Yeah, I know," he nodded.

Castiel (Season 12-ish, not sure):

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

I think Castiel believed that I blamed him for my part in the hunting life. If only he knew it was the opposite. He had saved my life. I didn't blame him for not being able to save everyone. Because I couldn't save them either.

We were staying in the bunker. Sam and Dean had gone on a hunt and Cas was staying to keep me company. I had taken a few too many hits to the head on the last hunt and the brothers insisted on me staying home.

It was then that I noticed Castiel's guilt.

"Cas," I asked. He looked up at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he shook his head.

"Cas," I sighed. "I can tell when you're upset."

Cas sighed, looking back at whatever he had been reading.

"Cas-"

"I dragged you into this," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows. "This life. Seeing you get hurt has just reminded me of how much pain I've caused."

"You didn't... Cas, you didn't cause me any pain," I shook my head. "You didn't drag me into anything. I chose this life. How long have you blamed yourself?"

"Ever since you moved into the bunker."

"Cas," I sighed. I stood up and leaned on the table next to where he was sitting. "I am not angry with you. I never was. I don't blame you for all that has happened to me. I chose this life. You didn't cause that. No one hurt me because of you."

He stood up, going to walk away from me.

"For what it's worth," I called, "I'd do it all again... for you."

Cas stopped and turned around to look at me.

"For me," he asked. I nodded. He seemed angry as he walked back over. I stood up straight. "Why would you ever think about that? All of this death and danger and sadness... on a daily basis and you say that you would do it all for me."

"Yes!"

"Why?"

There was a moment of silence.

"I... I would go through every moment of pain and fear for you because I don't want to know a world where you're not a part of my life," I said. "You are the best person I've ever known, Cas."

I reached forward and grabbed his hand.

He was staring at me when I looked back toward his face, "I... I love you, Castiel... whether you want to believe you're worth it or not. I know you are."

He still just watched me.

I leaned over and kissed him softly. Just long enough for him to kiss back before I leaned away. He didn't speak but slowly grinned at me.

"So... umm... dinner," I asked, awkwardly. Cas nodded at me. I smiled wider. "Good, good."

He leaned over and kissed me again.

"Dean's gonna kill you," I mumbled into the kiss.

"It's a good way to die," he replied after pulling away a little bit. I chuckled and kissed him again.

Jack Kline (Season 14):

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Jack didn't understand my push for us to keep our relationship quiet. They did respect it and decided to follow my lead.

I didn't really think that they had a problem with it.

And then there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Mary standing with a slightly guilty smile.

"Hi," I said with an awkward smile.

"How long," she asked, following me inside and closing the door behind her. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "You and Jack?"

"Shit," I mumbled.

"Yeah," she nodded. "So... how long?"

"About a month and a half," I replied. I couldn't help but question why Jack had told Mary.

"Jack seemed upset so I was asking what was going on and they kind of stumbled into telling me," she explained. It was like she had read my mind. "Why are you two hiding?"

"Because Dean would probably kill them," I replied. "I thought hiding was the best way for us to be safe. I didn't think it upset them that much because every time I ask, they just smile and say that everything is fine. I feel like an idiot now."

I sat on the edge of my bed and put my head in my hands. Mary sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"You're not an idiot," she mumbled. "You're scared. It happens. I've seen you face almost every evil on the globe. I knew something had to scare you."

"Thanks, that's comforting," I said sarcastically, picking my head up. "I can sass the devil but I can't tell Sam and Dean that I went on a date."

"Go talk to Jack," she encouraged before squeezing my shoulders. "You two deserve each other. They love you. I can see that you love them too. It's going to be okay."

"Okay," I nodded. I turned so I could give Mary a real hug. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she patted my back before shoving me back. "Now go!"

I walked out of my room and started down the hallway. I found myself shaking. I shook my head, wringing my hands out as I got to Jack's door. I knocked lightly.

"Hi," Jack said as they opened the door. I smiled, walking in. They closed the door behind me. They seemed to instantly know that something was wrong. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I just had a very interesting conversation with Mary."

"Oh?"

"She asked about us," I explained. Jack looked down for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me you were unhappy about us hiding?"

"I just...," they trailed off.

"Jack, it's okay-"

"Are you ashamed of me," they asked.

I stepped forward, cupping the sides of their face so they would look at me, "No, absolutely not."

They closed their eyes. I leaned up and kissed them gently.

"I'm not ashamed of you," I promised, barely pulling away before kissing them again. I rested my head on their forehead. "I'm so sorry, Jack."

"I don't wanna hide anymore," they said quietly. I looked at them in silence for a moment.

"Then we won't," I replied. Jack smiled at me. I smiled back before stepping toward the door. "Come on."

Jack grabbed my hand and let me lead them to the library and then the map. Sam and Dean were sitting at the map room table, looking at something for research. There were two chairs free on one side of the table. We sat next to each other and I pulled their chair closer so we could keep our hands interlocked.

"Umm," Sam said softly. "Hey, guys."

"Hey," I smiled at him. "What are we looking into?"

"Currently... this," Dean pointed between the two of us.

"Aww," we all looked at Mary as she walked in from the library. "I'm proud of you two."

"You knew," Dean asked.

"You didn't," Mary replied in the same tone. "Doesn't matter anyway. They're happy."

I looked at Jack. They smiled back at me. No more hiding, no more secrets.

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Clueless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (college Bucky AU) 

Word Count: 1,634

Summary: You and Bucky are kind of friends and it takes a shitty night and some soul searching on your part to make a big realization...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and the Surprise Drabble Challenge: Romcoms! This is such a fun idea and took me almost all week to figure out and decide on but I went with Clueless as my inspiration because it is definintely one of my favorites. So I used some dialouge straight out of the movie- so thank you to the writers, credit goes to them- and I kept the 90′s vibe but also updated a thing or two- hopefully it makes sense and works. Also, you can just imagine Bucky and the reader know each other in the same way Cher and Josh do in the movie- or whatever you want to think up- doesn’t really matter for this. And the reader is 18 and Bucky is maybe 19-20. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Lots of teasing and banter, sassy talk, flirting, soft touches, lingering glances and a good kiss (and some bad and awesome 90s references) LOL :)

As you walk down the sidewalk and search your bag for your phone you keep your eyes peeled on your dark surroundings, not wanting to draw attention but also not wanting to be taken by surprise. When your hand finally closes around your phone, you let out a breath and quickly dial the last person in the world you want to ask for help.

“Hello.” You pause at his slightly annoyed tone, pinching the bridge of your nose and smiling even though he can’t see it. “Hi Bucky. I was at a party and Brock offered to drive me home but then got too handsy and I told him no and he kicked me out of the car and left me out here all alone.” You can hear his breath hitch and the shuffling of sheets, “wait a second, hold on. Brock got handsy?! Are you ok? Where are you?”

“Downtown Brooklyn.” You suck your teeth and wait for him to unleash his frustration. “You owe me, you know that. Just find someplace to sit tight and be safe, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” With that he hangs up and you walk to the nearest gas station, standing outside the small mini mart next to the ice freezer. The fluorescent lights flicker every so often, creating an eerie atmosphere you can’t wait to get out of.

Bucky texts asking for your exact location and soon after you see his headlights pull into the station and he parks, rounding the car and rushing over to you. “Are you ok?” he asks, brushing his hand down the side of your face. “I’m fine, thank you for getting me. Can we go now?” He nods, looking you over once more before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

He turns up the music and you make a face, earning a snicker from him. “What? You have a problem with oldies music?” Rolling your eyes, you sass back, “no Bucky, but I don’t know why you insist on making yourself seem like more of a bonehead than you already are.” He makes the music louder, completely ignoring your comment and singing along.

When you get home, you’re hungry and tired, quickly changing into less binding clothes and sitting next to Bucky on the couch. Taking some popcorn from the bowl you pop it in your mouth before snatching the remote from Bucky’s hand and changing the channel. “Hey, I was watching that.” You finish chewing and start brushing your hair, raising a brow his way, “I didn’t want to watch it. Don’t you watch anything other than the news?”

Bucky scoffs, looking to the TV then back to you. “I most certainly do, I just like to know what’s going on in the world, unlike you I don’t spend hours watching Parks and Rec.” Brushing your hair over your face you stick out your tongue, flipping your hair over and pinning it back. He throws a piece of popcorn at you, laughing when it sticks in your hair. You retaliate by taking your scrunchie and flinging it at his head, hitting him right in the ear.

“Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself? He picks up the scrunchie and takes his short hair between his fingers, trying and failing miserably at putting it on. You lean over and brush your fingers through his hair not noticing how his eyes trail down your body and he takes a quiet inhale while you secure the scrunchie. “There you go,” you giggle. He pats the top of his head and shrugs, turning back to the TV.

The next day you find yourself feeling a bit down. Last night’s events catch up with you and you know the reason you had agreed to go home with Brock was out of loneliness. Brock’s advances were unwelcome, and he is the last person you want to date but as you think about at your friends, their happy relationships flourishing, you realize you want a boyfriend of your own. You couldn’t figure it out, what were you doing wrong? Were you just totally clueless?

Even after arriving home and trying to relax your mind was still occupied with thoughts from earlier and you barely heard Bucky when he walked outside to the pool. “Hey there, whatcha doin’?” You looked up, pulling your sunglass down your nose, “what the hell is on your face?” Bucky rubs his jaw and shuffles his feet. “I’m growing a goatee.” You stand and pinch his chin between your fingers, “Oh that’s good. You don’t want to be the last one at the coffee house without chin pubes.”

Walking away you feel him following you, rolling your eyes and letting the door shut in his face. “You know, you could try saying something nice for a change.” You whirl around, suddenly feeling shaky, “oh, so now I’m this awful person who isn’t nice! Can’t you take a joke?” He brushes past you and storms to the fridge, yelling, “you’re such a brat” before slamming it shut and walking out.

You’re left standing in the kitchen with an overwhelming sense of ickiness. Deciding a walk might do you some good you head outside and start down the street, no particular destination in mind. Even after you end up on 5th avenue and do some shopping you can’t shake the bad feeling. “Why should I care what Bucky thinks?” You say it out loud to no one while standing on a busy street corner, working over your thoughts.

“He listens to oldies music and he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second. What am I stressing about? This is like, Bucky.” You’re so lost in your internal struggle that you don’t even realize you’ve walked into the street, a strong arm pulling you back at just the last moment, saving you from being run over by a cab. “Hey, watch where ya going girlie.” You suck in a breath and back up, stuttering “thank you,” as the man walks away shaking his head.

Once your breathing finally evens out the light goes on, “oh my god. I love Bucky. I majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Bucky.” For the first time all day your head feels clear and you make your way back home. Seeing that you’re alone for the moment you head upstairs and change, hoping to have some peace for the rest of the evening so you can work through this newfound revelation.

Unfortunately, when you go to the kitchen for a snack Bucky appears to be in the same spot you left him earlier. “Hey,” you say quietly, shuffling around and opening all the cabinets. Now you don’t know how to act around him. Normally you would strut around him in your cutest outfits and send yourself flowers and chocolate, but you can’t do that stuff with Bucky. “What’s with you? You seem quiet.” Bucky’s question lays hanging in the thick air between you, your eyes wide as you search for an acceptable response.

He walks by, poking your as side as he passes and goes to sit on the couch. You bravely sit next to him, wringing your hands together and trying to think of what to say. He nudges your foot with his and you break into a smile, nudging his back until it becomes a game of footsie. He pulls the hair tie from the bottom of one of your braids, wrapping it around his thumb, “you look like pippy long stockings.”  

You turn to him and flick the brim of his hat, “and you look like Forest Gump.” His lips turn up slightly and he takes off his hat, running his hand over his hair. Without realizing it you start to take out your braids and comb your fingers through your hair to tousle it. Bucky’s gaze settles on your movements and he licks his lips, opening his mouth to say something but your phone rings.

You look at it but don’t pick up and he raises his brows, “not gonna answer? What if you miss out on something?” Giving his shoulder a shove, you let out a squeak when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “I can’t believe you didn’t answer it. You must really like spending time with me. What brought on the change?” With his face only inches from yours it’s hard to concentrate but you manage to find your voice, “I always like hanging out with you.”

He shifts position so his hand cradles the back of your neck, “oh yea? And why is that?” Shrugging you say, “you’re funny…sometimes. And you have rescued me more than once…andddd…” He leans in a little closer, his breath fanning your cheek, “that’s it?” Your eyes drop to his lips, “well no, but what about you?”

His thumb gently caresses your jaw, “what about me what?” Your hand lands on his chest, fingers curling into this shirt, “why do you like hanging out with me?” His head tilts ever so slightly and his lashes lower when his nose brushes yours, “I never said I like hanging out with you.” Your hand tightens around his shirt and your lips touch in a barely there kiss, his words whispered in the small space left between, “I love hanging out with you.”

Heat rises from your stomach to your chest when Bucky’s lips press firmly to yours, the soft and warm touch making your heart skip a beat. By the time you realize it your hands are already in his hair and your legs are straddling his lap. Bucky deepens the kiss, stealing your breath, the smell of him hypnotic and the taste of him nearly silencing all other thoughts.

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Braindump Book Review #1

Book: The White Road (nightrunner #5) Author: Lynn Flewelling Rating: wtaf i love this style sm/10

Review: I will admit that this book is not my favorite as far as the story goes in this series. It was a bit slower-paced and more outside of the bigger world events than the other books which did get a bit stodgy in places. That being said, I still really enjoyed reading this book for the most part. It was engaging and very interesting. It had everything I love about this series, mainly because the story was removed from significant events.

Flewelling builds this world in such a way that we are following these specific main characters because they are particularly interesting but they aren't particularly important. They have no want to need to fix every problem in the world they are in and they are in no way "chosen" which is something that is so refreshing to read. It makes these stories feel a little bit more relatable because these characters are simply ordinary people who have a few talents that make them interesting rather than them being somehow a form of divine intervention. I will say that this relatability does make it easier to question the characters and their choices, which I do like because I like to yell at characters -- it is important to note that I do not think that this makes the characters unlikeable, simply that they make decisions that while I disagree with, make sense in the scope of their character.

Moving on from the character writing which I have already said I love, the stories feel a bit "sitcom-y" for lack of a better word, which is very refreshing -- especially because most of the fantasy I read is YA or epic fantasy. It works and it adds to the whole thing where the main characters aren't integral to the world they live in because the characters almost always end up exactly where they started. The fact that every story is self-contained within the larger narrative is simply the chronological timeline of their world.

This is so nice in my opinion because the world feels so real and moreover, Flewelling doesn't try to answer all the questions that are opened by the storyline of Seregil and Alec. She only answers the questions that they would want to find out the answers to which feels so natural. For Example, We learn fairly early on that Alec is half faie or "ya'shel" and he is specifically half Hazadrielfaie. While it is clear that he wants to learn more, he doesn't have the means to figure it out and it is not until this book that we even meet any Hazad and learn more about them, and even then we (and Alec) do not get all of our questions answered and Flewelling is content to leave this question open. In a non-spoiler example, the story in this one and the last book actually start out with a completely different event that we as readers actually don't quite get closure on. Still, it doesn't actually matter because Seregil and Alec have other things that they are dealing with and they are told that someone else is doing that mission which they accept and don't feel the need to look into.

Both of these things work together to create a world that feels real and grounded and more importantly ongoing. There is no main character syndrome because the world clearly does not depend on these two people. This book particularly showcases this because the story that the two go through has little to no relevance to the world as a whole despite being deeply personal and intense for our main characters.

[delacyrose224]

Long Story Short

-Pairing: guitarist!Jin x reader (named)

-Premise: You've been hurt in past relationships, but there's a goofy guitarist that seems to be passing every test you throw at him. Now what?

-Genre: rock band!AU, fluff with a sprinkle of angst (as always)

-Warnings: cursing, douchebag Namjoon, shirtless Seokjin (which always deserves a warning for heart health)

-Word Count: 4.8k

-Author's Note: This is conclusion to the evermore trilogy/Gold Rush universe. Based off of 'long story short' by Taylor Swift, but once again, you don't need to know the song to enjoy!

*Bzzt bzzt*

You hear the buzzing of your phone from across the room where you’re curled up in a blanket watching tv. Who the heck is calling you on a Saturday morning at 10am? You fling the blanket off yourself and pad over to your bag, fumbling through its contents until you find your phone, angrily screaming your ringtone even louder as you remove it from its hiding place.

Incoming Call: Jin

Uhh...okay. You’d gone out on a date with him a few days ago, and last night you and your best friend had hung out with him and his band. That didn’t explain him calling and interrupting your me time on Saturday morning.

“...hello?”

“Margot?” Jin sounds far away from the receiver for some reason.

“...live and in person. Well, not in person. You know what I mean. What’s up?” you reply, not knowing where this is all going.

“Can’t I call a pretty girl on a Saturday morning because I miss her?” Jin retorts, still sounding far away from the phone. Good thing he’s not here to see the flush creeping onto your cheeks.

“You can, but you literally just saw me last night. Like 12 hours ago, less even. Why do you sound like you’re calling from outer space?”

“You’re on speaker...I guess I should have started the conversation with that bit of information. I’m making the boys brunch because I’m apparently the only one who can cook around here,” you can almost see how hard Jin is rolling his eyes at this statement.

“Hi Jungkook! Hi Yoongi!” you raise your voice to make sure you’re heard in their apartment.

“...hey.” you hear Yoongi close by, followed by Jungkook yelling across the room. “Hey M!! Jin won’t shut up about you, I think he might be in loooooove,” he singsongs.

“And that’s enough of that,” Jin swiftly turns off speakerphone and you can hear him much more clearly all of a sudden.

“Is it true? Are you in loooooove with me?” you mimic Jungkook’s voice.

“Have I ever told you how pretty your singing voice is?” Jin deflects smoothly. You’re so taken aback by the response, you don’t know what to say next.

“As I see I have made you speechless-I tend to have that effect on women-and men, actually...the world is just stunned by my beauty, honestly. No one is immune,” he derails quickly from wherever he was originally going with his sentence, and you giggle.

“Jinnie-you called me at 10am on a Saturday morning, because why…?” you steer the conversation back to where it needs to go.

“Ah yes...I called because I wanted to see if you wanted to cash in on that second date I promised you earlier this week tonight?” he questions.

“I think I would like that,” you smile, remembering your first date three days ago. He had taken you to dinner at a hole in the wall diner where he seemed to know all the elderly waitresses by name, and after the two of you had gone to a drive-in movie.

“Great. I’ll swing by your apartment to pick you up at 7, if that’s okay?” he sounds a little unsure of himself, unusual for him.

“Sounds perfect. Is there anything specific I should wear?”

“Just something casual, nothing fancy. I’ll see you then, pretty girl.”

“See you...oh, and Jinnie?” He hums in response.

“I missed you too,” you smile.

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You flop back down on the couch after hanging up with a smile on your face. Jin’s very sweet, and not quite what you expected. He’s the lead guitarist for the band Gold Rush, who you’ve been a fan of for about half a year. You’d happened to catch them as the opening act for another band you’d gone to see, and immediately had fallen in love with their music. It didn’t hurt that all the band members were cute either...you’d only seen them that one time as an opener, until you’d seen a flier for a show of theirs at The Dynasty, a small local bar. You’d immediately decided to drag your best friend to see them, making it a game with yourself to try and get Jin’s attention, and to your surprise, it had worked. He and the drummer, Jungkook, had asked the two of you to hang out after the show. After grabbing food, Jin had asked for your number and taken you out on a date the next day, eagerly promising you a second the following weekend.

If you were being honest with yourself, Jin fell into the trap of being your ‘type’. He was in a band, could sing and play guitar, and had healthy (bordering on sometimes too much) self-esteem. He reminded you of your ex, Namjoon. Also in a band, also a lead guitarist, also could be full of himself. All Jin was missing was an undercut and a few scattered tattoos. You supposed Jungkook had enough for the two of them combined.

You sigh deeply as you wrap yourself back into your blanket. Namjoon had destroyed you when it came to relationships in some ways, even though he had started off as a rebound from another toxic relationship. He had fallen into all the stereotypical ‘guy in a band’ tropes: his needs were more important than yours, he had cheated on you multiple times with groupies, and he gaslit you when you tried to talk through what was going on. You had put up with his shit for far too long, until your best friend had opened your eyes to how different you’d become. Quiet, less likely to speak your mind, and even less willing to be social. Once you’d left him, you’d felt a giant weight lifted off your shoulders, but it had made you extremely wary of relationships.

Jin was cute, and you didn’t see the harm in a couple of dates. He was funny and talented, and he hadn’t pissed you off yet, which was a win in your book. There’s no way he was actually interested in a real relationship...he was clearly a flirt, as you’d witnessed the night you met when he gave you his guitar pick, and he was too busy. He was in a band that was trying to break into the larger music scene in your city. You’d both have your fun, and move on with your lives.

Right?

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You busy yourself the rest of the day by completing household chores. By the time you’re getting ready for your date, you’ve managed to vacuum, do several loads of laundry, wash the dishes in your sink, and rearrange your bookshelf in your bedroom. You hop in the shower at 5:30, and contemplate your outfit choice while washing your hair. A sundress should work...it’s been warm outside lately, but it’s still cute while being casual. You’ll wear sneakers with it just in case you end up walking somewhere.

You throw on said sundress and sneakers after toweling off, and decide you’ll go for fun accessories-specifically a pair of dinosaur earrings and a crossbody bag in a bright shade of pink, swiping on a lipstick to match. You smile in approval at yourself in the mirror just as you hear a soft knock at the door.

You step into your living room, opening the door to see Jin looking rather nervous. “Hey handsome,” you grin. He’s wearing a pair of dark wash ripped jeans with a lavender hoodie that’s a little too big on him. Cute.

“Hey you...you look nice,” he returns your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You ready to go?”

“Yep! Where are we going?” you ask as you grab your keys and shut the door, making sure it’s locked behind you.

“Well, I figured we could start with a walk through the park. It’s still light out for a little while, but we might be able to catch the sunset...there’s also a great ice cream stand off one of the trails, so if you want to, we can grab some. After, I figured we could come back to your place and watch a movie, your pick, obviously. Does that sound okay?” he glances over at you as you both take the stairs down to the ground floor of your apartment building, opening the door for you as you reach the outside.

“Hmm…” you pretend to think as you turn to walk the two blocks to the park. Jin’s eyebrows raise, as he quickly jumps to conclusions-that the park was the worst idea you’d ever heard.

“I think it’s perfect. I’ll race you to the park, loser buys the other ice cream!!” You laugh and sprint off in the direction of the park, silently thanking yourself for wearing sneakers.

“You little...oh, come on!” Jin starts running as well, his long legs giving him an advantage as his wide strides let him catch up to you quicker than you thought. You’re neck and neck for most of the second block, sweat starting to form on both your brows.

“You’re...not...beating...me!” You huff, nimbly dodging around a pedestrian walking their dog.

“Oh...really?” Jin breathes out harshly, leaping over someone’s spilled smoothie in the middle of the sidewalk. You can both see the entrance to the park, it should only take a minute more to get there...suddenly, Jin puts on a burst of speed, sprinting his way to the entrance before you can even say anything in protest.

You arrive a few seconds later, huffing and puffing as you place your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

“I believe you were saying something about me not beating you? What was that?” Jin is beaming, his eyes glinting mischievously as he looks down at you.

You still can’t manage to catch your breath enough for a response, so you settle instead for glaring daggers up at him.

“C’mon, loser. I promised you a leisurely walk, so let’s go...even though you already took us both for a run no one asked for,” Jin chuckles, grabbing your hand as you stand up and interlocking your fingers.

Your face warms, and not just from the sprinting. You’re surprised that Jin isn’t annoyed with you for pulling the stunt you just did...it wasn’t like you planned it exactly, but it worked well as a sort of test to see exactly how much nonsense Jin would put up with. So far, more than you thought he would. You smile to yourself.

“What’re you grinning about now? If it’s another race, I give up, you win!” Jin exclaims loudly, drawing stares from several passersby on the trail you’ve chosen.

“Shhh…” you shush him, trying to place a finger in front of his lips. He playfully bites at it before kissing it quickly. Your eyes widen. “People are staring,” you half-whisper, slightly embarrassed.

“...and? Let them stare. I’m on a date with a pretty girl, and I don’t care if the world knows! Isn’t Margot wonderful?!” he raises his voice for the last bit, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. The warmth from earlier returns, creeping even further up your face. You must be entirely red by now by the levels of heat you feel like you’re radiating. Jin takes advantage of your flustered state by taking your other hand and pulling you close. He wraps both arms tightly around you and buries his face in your hair, kissing you lightly on the top of the head. You pull away, eyes widened in wonderment at his actions. Who is this guy? You can’t quite figure him out.

“What? You’re pretty, I’m lucky you’re on a date with me, and I’m an affectionate guy. Sometimes. Well, maybe only with you. But only if you’re okay with it…” Jin rambles. His ears look close to emitting steam with how red they’re turning...you’re glad you’re not the only one being thrown off your game with how this date is going. It’s endearing how he switches so easily between being confident and shy depending on your reactions to him.

“C’mon, Jinnie...I think I owe you some ice cream, right?” you smile as you reach for his hand, leading him further along the trail you were walking along.

You walk along quietly for a bit, the silence only broken when Jin coos over dogs as you pass them. It warms your heart to see just how kind and soft he truly is...not what you expected from your previous experiences with a certain lead guitarist.

As you round a bend in the trail, Jin picks up the pace significantly, forcing you to speed walk to catch up. “Hey, where’s the fire?” you question, legs starting to burn as you attempt to keep pace.

“Huh? Oh sorry, the ice cream stand is just up here, I got excited.” He gestures ahead of the two of you with your intertwined hands. Sure enough, there’s a small ice cream stand a few paces away.

As you walk up, you see that the stand is manned by a kindly looking old woman who looks like she could be your grandmother. “Oh, you two are such a cute couple! How long have you been dating?” she asks.

“Oh, um...this is only our second date,” you answer, feeling slightly awkward.

“Could’ve fooled me! He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. What can I get you?” Jin coughs suddenly at the old woman’s observation, his ears reddening for the second time that night.

You look over to the menu propped up on the counter of the stand.

Vanilla

Chocolate

Strawberry

Mint Chocolate Chip

Cookies and Cream

“What do you say, Jinnie? Strawberry? Mint Chocolate Chip?”

“If I wanted to have mint flavored anything, I would have just brought my toothpaste with me...mint chocolate chip? How can you think so lowly of me?” he pouts at you, supremely offended that you even suggested such a thing.

“Okayyyyy...didn’t realize you were so picky about ice cream flavors. What do you want, then?” you roll your eyes at him, but not without grinning.

“I’ll take a vanilla cone, thankyouverymuch,” he replies grinning back at you.

“One vanilla cone, and one cookies and cream cone.” You hand the woman cash and she begins to fill your order. Soon after she is handing you both ice cream encased in freshly made waffle cones. You both thank her and continue your walk along the trail. You bite into the top of your ice cream, relishing the coolness in the warm evening that surrounds you.

“...you bite ice cream?” Jin is staring at you open-mouthed in horror.

“Yes? If I just licked it, it would all melt before I could eat it. Don’t judge me!” you glare over at Jin.

“Oh too late for that, sweetheart. First you asked if I wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream, and now I find out you bite your ice cream? What are you, a serial killer?” he raises an eyebrow at you questioningly.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?” you turn menacingly towards him, brandishing your cone like a weapon. “They call me...The Ice Cold Killer. Beware!”

“Ooo, I’m scared. Someone help me,” Jin chuckles, his empty hand raised in surrender as he takes a lick of his ice cream.

“You should be scared, handsome,” you continue walking towards him, raising your cone ever so slightly with each step.

“...what are you doing? Oh no, you don’t!” Just as you go to smush your cone into his face, he grabs both of your wrists. “I think not,” he grins, lowering your hands to the level of your waist.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you pout, looking up at Jin. When he’s this close, it seems like he’s towering over you...and as you make eye contact, you notice his attention keeps flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“Oh, I can be lots of fun,” he whispers lowly as he leans in closer to you, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. Just as his lips start to ghost over your own, someone clears their throat behind you. You both spring apart, whipping around to see who’s interrupted you.

Tall, dressed in all black, tattoos scattered across both arms. A sneer on his face as he takes he two of you in with his gaze.

Namjoon.

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“Well, well, well...how’s it going, Margot? How’d you end up in the middle of the park with this loser?” Namjoon asks. You have no clue why he’s here, and it feels like you’re suddenly trapped in a nightmare. Jin looks confused, glancing between the two of you, trying to figure out how you’re connected.

“Don’t think too hard, lover boy. I can see the steam coming out from your ears with how hard you’re thinking about this-Margot and I used to date.” Namjoon provides, still with that same smirk on his face. Jin’s eyes widen in understanding, but then narrow again as he processes the way he’s being talked to.

“It’s Seokjin, actually. What are you doing here, Kim? Didn’t Gold Rush beat your stupid band in our last exhibition?” Jin spits out harshly.

Namjoon doesn’t deign to give him a response, instead turning back to you. “Margot, really...this is who you went to after me? You know he has no talent, right? Yoongi writes all their songs, and Jungkook is the visual draw for their band. I expected better of you…” he chuckles. “But maybe not...you never did know what was best for you. You let me walk all over you, didn’t you?” he smirks.

Jin moves to reply, but you’re faster. “Yes, I did let you walk all over me and treat me like shit for entirely too long, Namjoon. Thank goodness I had people in my life that cared enough about me to open my eyes to how much of a giant ASSHOLE you were...and Jin? Jin has more talent in his pinky than you’ll have your whole career-I would know because I spent entirely too long going to your boring shows. Jin has treated me better in two dates than you ever have! And how’s this for knowing what’s best for me?”

You stride forward, ice cream cone in hand, until you’re directly in front of Namjoon. Eyes wild, you lift your cone and smash it into his chest. Cookie bits and ice cream smear into his shirt as your waffle cone shatters into pieces on the ground.

“You bitch!” Namjoon roars, rearing back, looking for all the world like he’s about to slap you. Before he can get very far, a large hand wraps tightly around his wrist.

“Leave. Now.” Jin is glaring darkly at Namjoon from behind you. As Namjoon starts to speak, Jin tightens his grip. “I said...leave.”

Namjoon jerks his hand out of Jin’s grip and rubs his wrist where the other man’s hand was. “Fine. You two deserve each other,” he glares as he marches away.

Once Namjoon is out of sight, Jin immediately turns to you. “Margot, are you okay?” he rests his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes.

You’re frozen in place, still shocked at everything that just happened.

“...I just smashed an ice cream cone on Kim Namjoon…” you utter softly.

“Yes, you did. And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, if I’m being honest.” Jin rubs the back of his neck sheepishly with one hand, chuckling.

His comment brings you back into the moment. “Everything that just happened, and that’s all you can think of?” you ask him in disbelief.

“Not all!” Jin retorts. “I have a lot of thoughts right now: 1. How did the two of you ever date? 2. Why am I not surprised that he’s a giant asshole? He always is the worst any time we play shows at the same venue. 3. Yeah, my third thought is that you standing your ground and giving him what he deserves is hot, so sue me.”

You laugh. “Three thoughts isn’t a lot of thoughts, but yes, we did date a while, biggest mistake of my life. I fell for the tortured, tattooed lead guitarist thing.”

“Should I get tattoos then? I mean, I thought I was handsome enough as is, but if this,” he gestures at himself, “isn’t enough, then I’m happy to oblige. Your name in a heart with an arrow through it? A skull with a snake around it? You say the word, beautiful, I’ll do it.” he smirks playfully at you.

“Be careful what you wish for, or you’ll end up with a tattoo on your ass,” you giggle as you elbow him.

His eyes widen in momentary fear. “I’m kidding, silly. Let’s go back to my place and watch a movie.”

The two of you walk hand in hand through the rest of the park, Jin passing you his ice cream cone to share since yours ended up destroyed.

“I guess you really are The Ice Cold Killer...of ice cream cones, that is,” he remarks as you walk through the exit and head back to your apartment.

“I told you you should be scared.”

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You both sink down into your couch once you arrive at your apartment, Jin placing a blanket over the two of you.

“So, what’s the feature presentation this evening?” he queries, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Moulin Rouge!” you happily reply to his chagrin.

“...isn’t that a musical?” he asks, to which you nod in the affirmative.

“Is that a problem?” You knew that musicals were another one of your tests for the guys you dated. You did honestly enjoy them, but you needed to know if the men you dated would put up with them.

“Nope. I mean, I don’t think I would pick one, but I said it’s your choice. Plus, you’re the one who destroyed a douchebag tonight, so your pick is definitely earned.” He settles back into the couch as the movie starts to play, and you place your head on his shoulder. It fits perfectly into the crook of his neck, and the smell of his laundry detergent mixed with the park you just walked through is extremely comforting. So comforting in fact, you can feel your eyelids getting heavy about a third of the way through the movie.

The lack of background noise is what slowly wakes you up...the movie must be over. When did you fall asleep? You lift your head off of Jin’s shoulder, only to see he has remnants of tears on his face.

“Jinnie? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, you’re awake,” he says, quickly swiping at his face to remove any lingering evidence of his tears. “I...I cried at the end of the movie, that’s all. Satine died! Musicals are supposed to be happy-I’m appalled!”

Your heart feels like it’s blooming with all the warmth that’s spreading through your chest as you look at the man beside you. As you begin to say something in response, your eyes catch the digital clock blinking from your microwave across the room. 12:30AM.

“Oh, it’s late...do you want to stay over so you don’t have to go across town at this time? The busses stop running soon anyway.” Jin’s eyes grow wide at your question.

“N-Not like that! I meant to sleep, just sleep. Only if you want to!” You bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

Jin reaches out and removes your hands from your face, tilting your chin up with his finger so you make eye contact with him.

“I’d love to,” he smiles softly at you, his hand remaining on your chin, pulling you slowly closer to him as he moves closer to you as well. Your faces are inches apart again, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“Is this okay?” he breathes.

You grab the sides of his face in response, crushing your lips to his. He is impossibly soft, and warm. His hands wrap around your back again, tenderly bringing you as close as he can to himself. He’s holding you as if you are tethering him to Earth, like you are what hung the stars in the sky. You sigh into the kiss, and he takes that as a cue to deepen the kiss further. He’s more insistent, holding you tighter. Before it can get too heated, you break apart for air.

“Sorry I got a little carried away,” he chuckles, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You laugh as you clearly get a look at his face.

“What?” he pouts at you.

“Come here.” You stand up, pulling him with you to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. You flip the light on, positioning him in front of the mirror. As both of your eyes adjust to the extra light, his widen impossibly-he’s got pink lipstick messily smeared around his mouth from kissing you.

“So much for world wide handsome, huh?” you laugh.

He turns towards you. “I’ll have you know, I am handsome no matter what I look like!” he huffs indignantly. Nevertheless, he turns the faucet on and starts to wipe away the makeup.

You leave him to get ready for bed in the bathroom while you trudge to your closet to find something to change into, settling for an oversized tee with shorts. As you close the door behind you, Jin leaves the bathroom in only his boxers. Your eyes become wide as saucers as you notice his lack of clothing in addition to how in shape he is.

“Oh, um...sorry, I usually just sleep in these. I can put my shirt back on if I need to?” he questions shyly.

“No, you’re fine, I just don’t normally have half naked men walking around my apartment,” you laugh quietly.

Jin climbs into your bed and starts to scroll through his phone as you head into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed yourself. You climb in beside him ten minutes later, turning your lamp off and staring up at the ceiling...you’re not sure exactly how this is supposed to go. You’re not in a relationship, but you’re in the same bed, and he had seen you completely lose your cool on your ex. What was even appropriate in this situation?

After what feels like an indeterminate amount of silence, Jin speaks into the dark.

“So...what exactly happened with you and Namjoon?” he sounds nervous, his voice much quieter than normal.

You sigh. “We met after one of his shows. He was charming at first, but then he started making everything about him and his band. Then he cheated on me. Three times. Gaslit me when I tried to talk to him about it. Long story short, it was a bad time,” you grimace, even though you know Jin can’t see you.

“...come here.”

You’re surprised that this is his response, but you comply by scooting next to him. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes tightly.

“You know I would never do any of those things, right?” He looks down at you with such warmth in his eyes, you can’t help but fold even further into him, your head on his bare chest.

“...I know,” you whisper, body still tense from talking about your ex. Jin traces shapes onto your back, helping you slow your breathing and relax.

Just as you’re about to fall asleep, Jin’s voice vibrates through his chest beneath you.

“I can’t believe my girlfriend is The Ice Cold Killer…” His own statement amuses him so much, his squeaky windshield wiper laugh makes an appearance.

“Hey! Who said anything about me being your girlfriend?” You prop yourself up enough to look him in the eyes.

“Oh please, if you thought after tonight I wouldn’t try to take you off the market, you are sorely mistaken...you’re perfect, pretty lady.” He smiles at you, faltering once he sees you raise your eyebrows at him.

“...only if you want to be my girlfriend, of course,” he adds softly.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’m not perfect,” you state simply, lowering yourself back down onto his chest. Namjoon had made sure you knew that much.

“You’re perfect to me.” Jin leans down to place a tender kiss on top of your head.

You look back up at him. “You know you’re going to have to be one of my henchmen now, right? The Ice Cold Killer can’t do everything on her own.”

“Oh, I know. I plan on starting henchman duties in the morning when I make us pancakes, love.” Jin smiles softly down at you as you attempt to snuggle even closer.

It’s only the second date...but Jin feels like home. Maybe you’ll survive this relationship after all.

[izzytheauthor]

Peppermint Winter (Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader)

Pairing: Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader (I'm pretty sure it's gender neutral, but let me know if I missed something!)

Summary: Christmas Eve is always magical at the Burrow, but there's something special in the air this year. Based on the song Peppermint Winter by Owl City.

Author's Note: I meant to have this done last night for Christmas Eve, so sorry for the delay! I don't think I've ever listened to a song as many times as I did for this fic. Thanks to my new website I now know exactly how insane I am listening to this song for 5+ hours. Whoops. I picture this fic happening in the Twin's first year and the year before you attend Hogwarts, but I suppose it can be read however you wish. Just a really fluffy fic for Christmas because it's my favorite holiday and this is one of my favorite songs.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Food, but I think that's it. Just a bunch of fluff.

General Taglist: @dogweedanddeathcaps @jenniweaslee @sanitisegermsfree @lostaurorax @loony-loopy-lupinn @freddielupin @lxvegoods

There's the snow, look out below // And bundle up cause here it comes // Run outside, so starry eyed // A snowball fight breaks out

Life at the Burrow was always a bit crazy no matter the time of year, but there was nothing quite like Christmas with your family.

This year was even better than normal. You hadn’t had a Christmas all together since Bill graduated from Hogwarts to become a curse breaker. That changed this year when he finally got to take a few days off to be with the family.

But even with the extra magic in the air that came with having your family together, there was something missing this year. Something big.

For the first time in your life, there was no snow on the ground here at the Burrow on Christmas Eve.

You had made the best of it though. You and Molly had baked dozens of cookies to give to the neighbors. Celestina Warbeck’s Christmas album had been playing every waking moment for the last week. And of course the house was decorated from top to bottom like something out of a muggle magazine (minus the stupefied gnome that topped the tree).

Christmas Eve dinner had been delicious, as usual. Molly was quite possibly the best cook in the world, and she always proved it during the holidays. The meal had been filled with smiles and laughter, as well as the occasional argument between Percy and the twins. But overall, it was everything you could have asked for from your family.

Molly passed around a tray of cookies you’d baked together earlier that day, everyone taking more than their fair share.

“These look great mum.” Charlie complimented.

You coughed dramatically and stared at him expectantly.

“And Y/N of course. How could I forget? You helped by licking the spoon.” He winked.

Your jaw dropped open, but Molly interrupted before you could get a single word out.

“Now, now. Y/N helped me decorate some of them.” She smiled, digging through the pile to find one you had done. “Ah, there’s one. Doesn’t it look wonderful?” She asked, showing off the cookie that was completely covered in frosting and sprinkles.

“It looks like a unicorn threw up on it.” Fred said, causing the table to erupt into laughter.

You sat pouting, but Molly came to your rescue.

“Well I think it looks wonderful.” She said, putting it on her plate before passing the tray to you.

“LOOK!” Ginny yelled, pointing out the window.

You almost dropped the tray in surprise before turning to see what she was pointing at.

Outside a steady stream of fluffy white flakes drifted down from the sky, illuminated by the light from the full moon. At some point during your dinner a blizzard had started outside, creating a pristine layer of snow.

You abandoned the cookies, rushing to the window and pressing your face to the glass. Within seconds you were fogging it up, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to finally see the snow.

“Let’s go!” Ron exclaimed, already out of his chair and running to the door.

“RONALD WEASLEY!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face his mum with wide eyes.

“You can’t possibly think you’re going outside at this time of night.” She scolded, hands on her hips.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, unsure of what to say.

Arthur looked around at the longing eyes of his children that were still trained on the window behind him and smiled.

“Now Molly, it’s Christmas Eve. Let them go play.”

“I’ll go too mum, I’ll keep an eye on everyone.” Bill added.

Everyone’s eyes drifted to their mother, waiting as she thought over her answer.

“Oh, alright!”

She had hardly gotten the words out when the sound of chairs scraping against the wooden floor filled the room, all of her children eager to get their coats on and head outside into the winter wonderland.

You were halfway to the door when you spun back to grab a cookie. As you did, you saw that Percy was still sitting at the table with your parents and you shook your head with a smile.

“Come on Perce!” You said, tugging on his sleeve.

Despite his protests, you didn’t miss the little twitch of a smile he tried to hide. You knew he loved you all, he just didn’t always know how to show it.

You and your siblings stumbled over each other trying to get your snow gear on and be the first out the door. Ron won that race having had a head start, but the rest of you followed quickly behind.

You and Ginny held hands and spun in circles together, heads thrown back and mouths open to catch snowflakes on your tongues. Giggles erupted from the two of you as you began to get dizzy, but neither of you wanted to stop.

That is until something hard hit your shoulder.

The two of you snapped your heads to the side, seeing the twins laughing to themselves.

You had hardly processed what had happened when you felt a half-formed snowball slam on the top of your head. Your jaw dropped as your hands moved to your hair, suddenly regretting that you’d forgone a hat in your hurry to get outside.

You turned to Ginny who was now laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.

“It’s every wizard for themselves!” You yelled, quickly packing a snowball and throwing it at an unsuspecting Ginny, running away before she could get her revenge.

Runny nose, my frosty toes // Are getting cold but I feel alive so I smile wide // The snowflakes start falling and I start to float // 'Til my mean older brother stuffs snow down my coat

The snowball fight died down after a while, a truce being declared when your fingers became too cold to form any more snowballs.

Unfortunately, the terms of the truce included the twins claiming victory. You all disagreed with that call, but the fight would have gone on for another hour if you hadn’t agreed with it.

You could hardly feel your toes anymore, and you’d begun sniffling about halfway through the battle, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. As cold and tired as you were, you never wanted this moment to end.

While the snow was no longer untouched, you still thought it was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. The snow was still falling, but at a much slower rate, and the wind had died down as well, leaving the flakes to dance gracefully to the ground on their own. The tree branches were topped with a layer of snow, and you wondered how long it would last before it melted and turned to icicles instead. But best of all, the front yard was now home to eight snow angels, one for each of you.

A figure appeared at your side, and when you turned around you found George next to you studying the snow angels just as you had been.

“I can’t believe we got Percy to make one.”

You shrugged. “He’s not that bad.”

He turned to look at you in disbelief. “He sucks the fun out of everything. Hogwarts has been great, but he seems to be around every corner ruining all the fun. I’m sure it’ll be even worse next year if he makes Prefect like Bill and Charlie did.”

“You probably deserve it though.” You laughed, but your smile faded as you noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Perhaps.” He winked.

Before you could turn around, you felt something ice cold drip down your back.

Your eyes widened as you spun around to catch Fred laughing behind you, his mittens still covered in snow.

“FRED!” You screamed. “What happened to the truce?”

He and George spun around and ran, laughing all the way.

“That wasn’t technically a snowball!” They chorused in sync.

You grabbed a handful of snow of your own, and ran after their retreating figures, determined to give them a taste of their own medicine.

All this holiday cheer // Heaven knows where it goes // But it returns every year

Molly eventually put an end to the winter shenanigans and called you all back inside. As you walked through the doorway and stripped from your winter clothes, she handed you each a mug of hot chocolate.

“Thanks mum.” You smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as you walked into the living room to cuddle up by the fireplace.

You and Ginny sat on the floor together, sharing a blanket. It was just large enough to wrap around both of your shoulders as long as you sat close enough. The warmth that radiated from the blanket and the fireplace was nothing compared to the warmth in your heart as you looked around at the rest of your family.

Molly and Arthur sat together on the couch cuddled up together, Arthur pressing a gentle kiss to Molly’s cheek. Percy had hardly touched his hot chocolate, instead giving his complete focus to the book he was reading. Bill sat in the rocking chair with his eyes closed, gently rocking back and forth to the beat of Celestina Warbeck’s Nothing Like a Holiday Spell as it played on the radio. Fred and George sat by the tree whispering to themselves as they pointed at different presents, probably trying to guess what was inside them. Charlie seemed to be doing the same thing you were, sitting in the arm chair and stirring his hot chocolate as he looked around the room with a content smile. And you could just barely see Ron from where you were sitting. He was in the kitchen by the cookies, and you had no doubt he was stuffing his face with them.

There was something in the air tonight. Maybe it was the Christmas miracle of getting a white Christmas just hours before Christmas arrived. Maybe it was because for once in your life your family was quiet and peaceful, just enjoying each other’s company. Or maybe there was just something about the holidays that felt magical.

Whatever it was, you wanted to savor it while it lasted.

What's December without Christmas Eve?

[nxrthmizu]

| jersey | Karasuno

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alternative title | The boys are flustered at seeing you in their old jerseys 

pairing | Karasuno x Reader (My fave Karasuno boys) 

warning | *slight* mention of NSFW, proceed at own risk :3 

author’s note | My first Haikyuu!! headcanon :3 I bought a Fukurodani no.5 sweater two weeks ago and it arrived today,,, It is huge and on second thought I should not have gotten XL but oh well,,, Just let me pretend it’s my non-existent boyfriend’s sweater :3

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Sawamura Daichi 

You were cleaning out the closet and going through a bunch of old boxes that neither you nor Daichi bothered to unpack after moving in together because you’re ✨married✨

Sometime in the middle you found the box where Daichi stuffed all the things from high school that he wanted to keep when moving out of his parents’ 

You cooed as you went over some photo albums and the other memoirs of his high school life until you finally got to the shirt that was resting quietly at the bottom of the box 

It was his jersey 

Of course you put it on immediately, who wouldn’t- 

It was larger than you’d expected, because Daichi already had a rather wide shoulder frame in high school 

The jersey drooped off your shoulders but it was comfortable so you kept it on and continued to clean 

Two more hours later, you heard the door open and you yelled that you were in the bedroom 

He was not prepared to see you dressed in his former jersey, like his jaw would just unhinge itself completely and he’d just stare for five whole seconds without moving 

He’s pretty sure he’s been blessed 

Would just pick you up and carry you in to the shower to do- Um- Stuff (You’re stuff)- The water bill is going to soar through the ceiling- 

Sugawara Koushi 

He was at work, completely unsuspecting 

The next thing he knows, his phone is vibrating and he opens his text messages to see you smiling at the camera, dressed in only his old jersey for as far as he can tell 

I firmly believe that Suga has the worst pokerface ever- 

The kids (He works at the kindergarten) would just be like “Suga-senpai, your face is all red!” 

And Suga would just scream internally because he just wants to go home and jskjskjs pick you up and throw you on the bed or something and then cuddle you for two hours without moving 

He would laugh and try to shake it off, distracting the kids with something until they were occupied, then he would look at your message 

‘Cleaning out our closet, look what I found :p’ you texted him 

Suga would explode again after looking at the picture for a second time, he just can’t handle everything going through his mind at the same time 

Rest assured that once he gets home he’d immediately throw you on the bed, but he’d keep the jersey on though ;) 

Tsukishima Kei 

He doesn’t admit it, but something inside him always feels warm when he sees you in his shirts because they are so long and you are so tiny in them- 

Blonde beanpole would never admit it out loud even though the two of you have been married for a while 

(Of course, you know that you do things to him, you’re not blind) 

You took a day off to sort out the boxes that the two of you never had the time to unpack after moving in 

Because Kei can be private about his things sometimes, you had asked him if it was okay if you sorted his old things or if he wanted you to leave his boxes alone 

He said it’s okay :) 

So you took a day off, made a pot of warm green tea and got comfortable (Is there anyone else who finds sorting things satisfying? I do) 

After a while, you opened a box that contained some things he didn’t throw out after high school- His old Somy headphones that didn’t work anymore- A few books- And his old uniform 

You were delighted to find that all three of his jerseys (First year, second year, and third year) were inside the box 

Knowing that he secretly liked seeing you in his clothes, you put on his third year jersey, the shirt being so long you could wear it as a dress 

You didn’t hear him get home because you were too busy blasting music while cleaning and sorting, so he walked into your room seeing you wiggle around weirdly to the beat of the music while dressed in his old jersey 

Boom! kEI IS NOW A TOMATO (This line belongs to @owlywrites lol)

You jumped in shock when you heard the door slam close because Kei is overloading, I repeat Kei is overloading- 

Like, he’s seen you in his Sendai Frogs jersey before, you always wear it when you support him during his games- But seeing you in his high school jersey just hits different 

He would be really tsundere for the next half an hour but you know that’s because he’s trying to fix his brain, which has just shortcircuited and undergone system failure- 

If you tease him enough he’d just push you back onto the couch or whatever surface you’re near and- You know- ;) 

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@hikari-writes (I’m not sure if it’s okay to tag you in this??? It’s a bit NSFW but Idk?) @whootwhoot Here you go, have some ✨Tsukki content✨ @owlywrites

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[vera-the-witchynerd]

Here’s a little Mystery Skulls short fanfic of Vivi, with a lot of angst.

Heartaches & forgotten Birthdays

Vivi walked into work and was greeted by silence. It wasn’t always like this, she would walk into work and be tackled with a hug from her coworker Chloe and a nice hello from her Boss Duet. That all stopped after the accident with Arthur.

Vivi walks to the back of Tome Tomb to put her things away. Passing the front desk where Chloe was working. Vivi gives her a cheery hello and smile. Chloe completely ignores her, Vivi just keeps walking as a pain in her chest starts to bloom.

She reached the back room where Duet is unpacking a new shipment of books. Vivi says hello to Duet, he gives her a nod back. There once was a time when Duet and her would talk for hours, but now she only gets a nod.

The morning was mostly quiet in Tome Tomb. Vivi spent most of it stooking books and doing some light cleaning. Another part of her job is to offer help to customers but they all avoided her or ignored her when she would talk to them. The pain in her chest grows as the day goes on.

When her break came around instead of sitting out front of Tome Tomb watching Pepper Paradiso, she went to the back room. Though she can’t remember why she liked watching Pepper Paradiso’s place on her breaks, she does get a sense that it gave her joy, but not anymore. The ache in her chest throbs at the thought.

Chloe was in the back room when Vivi walked in, she sits down at the table and chairs they have in the room. Wanting to ignore the ache in her chest Vivi pulls out her phone. Going through her calendar. Arthur and she are heading out on a trip today. Arthur says they need to look for someone but he won’t say who. Vivi taps on October 27th, today’s date and notices a birthday icon next to the date. Without thinking, Vivi says aloud

“Whose birthday is it?” out of the corner of her eye Chloe bristled.

“What Do You Mean ‘whose birthday is it’” Chloe practically yelled at Vivi “It’s L-” A high pitch ringing started in Vivi’s ears as her vision became consumed by magenta. For a moment Vivi can’t remember anything. Everything feels numb. Vivi is brought out of the haze by Duet’s voice.

“Wh-what?” Vivi says, blinking a couple of times. She cant remember what she was doing or talking about. Was she talking to Chloe? She looks around but Chloe wasn’t in the room. Vivi looks a Duet, she could tell he was worried about her but there were some other emotions there too, that she couldn’t identify.

“Vivi why don’t you go home early.” What? Duet was sending her home early. She still had 5 more hours till her shift ended.

“Chloe and I can handle it. It’s been slow today anyway and I know you’re leaving on your trip today. This way you have more time to get ready” Vivi couldn’t believe it. Duet was kicking her out. This is the most Duet has said to her in weeks and he’s telling her to leave. The ache in Vivi’s chest was becoming unbearable. Now she wanted to leave as much as they wanted her gone. Too scared to say anything Vivi just nods her head and goes to collect her things.

As Vivi walks out of the backroom she could hear Chloe talking very angrily and Duet trying to calm her down. Vivi wanted to hear what Chloe was so angry about so she crept a little closer, the bookshelves hiding her perfectly.

“HOW! How Could She Forget HIM! I Don’t Believe Vivi Has Amnesia, Duet!”

“Calm yourself, Chloe, this isn’t the place for this.”

“SHES LYING DUET! I Know She Is! How Can She Forget His Birthday?! HOW CAN VIVI FORGET HER BOYFRIEND!?” Vivi couldn’t take it anymore, she stormed out of Tome Tomb. the ache in her chest was overpowering now, making it hard to breathe,e or maybe it was the fact that she was running. Running like something was chasing her. She ran and ran, not knowing where she was going in tell Kingsman Mechanics came into view. Only then did Vivi realize she had been running in the rain. She guessed that it was a good thing, now no one could easily tell she had been crying.

Vivi stumbled into the garage dripping wet, only to come upon something she wasn’t expecting. Arthur sitting in front of a birthday cake with candles almost burnt down to nothing.

“Vivi?!” Arthur saying her name pulled her eyes up from staring at the cake. He had the look of a deer caught in headlights. With the crippling ache in Vivi’s chest, she brokenly says.

“W-wHO’s bIRtHday I-Is it ar-ArTHurr?”

Author’s note: hope you all liked it! I’ll be writing more little one offs like this. From different points of view. Might draw some fanart too >~<

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Morning with the Evans

Summary: morning with 6 kiddos, 4 going to school.

Warning: Fluff

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris

Word count: 800

Author note: Poorly written sorry

Masterlists | request closed at the moment

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comments and reblogs welcome!

"Mommmy." You heard a whine coming from your 5 year old Ethan. You stood in front of the stove cooking breakfast while holding your youngest and only daughter Rose. She was chewing away at her Pacifier. She was being sweet and calm like she always is in the morning. It was chaos in the Evans house in the morning. Getting 4 boys ready for the day, on time was a lot, but with one calm baby and also a 3 year old who wasn't in school yet, it was very helpful.

"What?" You yelled out to Ethan. He walked into the kitchen holding a shoe. "I can't find my other shoe." He had a pouty face as he talked. "Buddy you have to wear different shoes. i'll try to find the other later." You kept your gaze on the stove as you finished your sentence. He groaned and stomped away. Liam, your youngest boy, sat at the dinner table quite as a mouse. He was always calm in the morning. You looked over at him to make sure he was okay. coloring in a coloring book, singing a Disney song under his breath. He was a complete sweetheart just like Chris.

As you finished up, your oldest Carson walked in. He was very independent and could get himself ready without your or Chris's help. "Mommy I'm done getting ready." You turned down the heat on the stove before turning to him. He looked so handsome in his blue sweater and blue jeans. He was seriously a spitting image of Chris. The hair, the smile, the personality, literally everything.

"Okay love. I have your lunch packed up for you," you pointed to the counter where his blue lunch box sat. “ how about you go sit down, i'm done making breakfast”

 "Okay mommy." He walked up to you for a quick kiss also giving Rose a kiss making her giggle softly. He smiled at his baby sister and walked to the table, asking Liam what he was doing. 

You got all of the kids plates that are color coded. red for Liam , green for Ashton, yellow for Ethan, orange for Phoenix, and blue for Carson even though he felt too old for color plates. You sat down Rose in her high chair near the table before calling out for the rest of them. "Guys breakfast is ready."

You heard footsteps running down stairs. Chris' Bostonian accent filled your ears as he told them to slow Down. You smiled, if there was one thing that got them going it was food.

They all placed their bags by the door and walked into the dining room, sitting down.  

You placed their food in front of them, "eat up. The school bus will be here soon." You turned around to get Rose's oatmeal, but you bumped into Chris's huge figure. 

"Oh hi." You looked up at him smiling. Chris leaned down placing a kiss on your cheek. "Hi honey." He looked at you with so much love. Even after 6 kids and 8 years of marriage, he never failed to love you like you both were still dating. Every moment with him was pure magic, like a fairy tale and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Your childish staring was interrupted by a tiny growl followed by a hand banging on a table. You both turned around to see Rose looking at you both with a mean face. She was hangry. 

"Mommy I think she's going to explode." Ashton said, taking a sip of his orange juice. You quickly skipped around Chris and got her bowl of oatmeal. Chris sat down next to her and took the bowl from your hand to feed her. As soon as she tasted her food, she instantly smiled. 

You smiled as well but that was interrupted by the sound of a horn beeping. All of your boys except Liam, got up and got their backpacks. 

Before they walked out of the door you gave them all a goodbye kiss on the cheek. They all walked hand in hand to the bus like they always do. Your heart filled with joy at the sight of your boys. 

You shut the door and walked back into the kitchen where your other 3 favorite people were

. "Mommy." Liam walked up to you holding out his arms.  You picked him up and walked to the dining table. Chris was making plane noise which made Rose laugh. She had oatmeal all over her face. You sat down with Liam on your lap.

"What are you Munchkins going to do while I'm at work?" Chris looked at you as he gave Rose a spoonful of oatmeal. "Well, we're going to go to the library and maybe the park. And then we're going to run some errands." Chris nodded. "Sounds like more fun than being on set." 

He sat the spoon down in the empty bowl. You looked at Liam who was slipping to sleep. "But first these two need some sleep." You picked him up and turned to Chris. "Don't leave me until they're both asleep. I need to give you a proper goodbye." Chris smiled at you before laughing, he picked up Rose. "Then I'll help you with that." He walked in front of you to the stairwell. "Let's get you to sleep. Daddy got to give mommy kisses."