#i fell asleep before i got to respond / send any messages out BUT!!!

[constellieos]

⋆ ╱ lucky girl syndrome .

location: the herald, recruitment office. 12:15. tw: mention of death ( in a joking manner )

14. blue and black. one red. one pencil. two rainbow gel pens.

14 writing utensils was the amount mimi had been able to count in the recruitment employee’s office as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. the time on the clock which had been a minute fast was 12:15. realistically, it was 12:16. they were a minute late. mimi had arrived at the office at 08:18 — just to be sure she wouldn’t be late. and then, she waited in the lobby, gulping down ounces of coffee to try to appease her nerves.

she had completely forgotten that coffee seems to have the opposite effect on her.

‘when is this guy coming? i’m going to start cloning if he doesn’t—’

“hello! my bad, you won’t believe how many times i had to fight our fax machine!” mimi turned her head towards the sudden sound, forcing a small, amused smile as she quickly got up to bow and shake his hand. “oh, i have ink all over my hands.” he mentioned as he rejected her hand, waving his own in a bit of an erratic fashion. “but, anyway! sit, sit, sit! let’s get down to business. i don’t want to waste any of your time, miss … go minji?”

mimi winced at the usage of her full name, but tried to play it off with a reassuring chuckle.

“mimi is fine. minji sounds so formal .. haha.”

she stared at the recruiter as he nodded, somewhat scattered in his approach. he quickly sorted through his assortment of different papers — most likely mimi’s extensive ( and rather impressive ) record of achievements and experience.

“wow… harvard graduate? the international school? very impressive.” he said with a smile, allowing mimi to not only feel a little proud of herself, but also relax.

‘it seems to be going well.’

“so! tell me, why do you want to work here? tell me about yourself.”

mimi hated these types of questions. nothing was more intimidating than talking about herself. she didn’t even know a lot about herself! and her reason for wanting to work there?

… everyone else had denied her for ‘too little experience’.

“ha … why i want to work here … such a great question!” mimi started, offering a smile to the recruiter who mimicked her smile, nodding at her with encouragement. “such … haha, that’s a really good question. you know, uhm- mr. kim, right? the herald just upholds my values as a reporter.”

mimi had forgotten every fact she had learned about the herald the night before. however, a smile never failed to convey a message, right?

the recruiter looked at her, a cautious smile still on his face as he urged her for more.

“and … what are your values? the ones that the herald upholds?”

‘another damn good question! this guy is on fire!’

she hoped he hadn’t heard that sarcastic thought.

“right! yes, well .. they value the truth! all the reporters do. and they report on a lot of good things, a lot of things that are happening outside of the aetern—”

“the aeternals!” he interrupted her, a happy and somewhat annoyingly fanboy-ish smile on his face. “yes, i see here you’ve written a lot about them! this is exactly what we’re looking for!”

‘oh, god. please, i know i’ve lived a mediocre life, but please don’t torture me like this. it isn’t funny.’

“huh- what isn’t funny?” he asked, horror becoming mimi as she realised he had heard her thought — or at least a part of it.

“nothing! ha— anyway … the aeternals aren’t really my main focus as a reporter. honestly, heh— i’m not really the biggest fan of them, you know? we could be reporting on things that actually matter! not that aeternal x and aeternal y went on a date. god, i mean, they’re obsessed with themselves!” she laughed, though her laugh quickly dying down into an awkward chuckle as she began to realise she had went on a tangent and that mr. kim was now looking at her rather unimpressed. "but, um— as a reporter, i don’t mind any assignment i get. i’m … good at … adapting.” she mumbled, attempting to remedy the situation as he continued to look at her with his stare that was boring a hole into her skin.

“yes … well, this has been a great time to meet you, miss minji. we have a few more things to look at before we can offer you a position. we’ll contact you.” he said, standing up with an obvious forced smile that made mimi realise she would probably be evicted from her apartment soon.

“oh … is that it? you don’t need anything else?” she asked, eyes quickly scanning over his papers which held numerous interview questions.

‘it can’t be over! fuck— shit, i really need this job!’

“we’ll contact you. have a great day!” he repeated, nudging his head towards the door for her to exit at. this couldn’t be the end. panic slowly began to rise up mimi’s throat, and the anxiety began to eat at her.

and although she racked her brain for something to say — literally anything, nothing came to mind. she could’ve said she was just kidding about the aeternals. or she could’ve begged and kissed his shoes, telling him that she needed this job. but nothing — absolutely nothing.

‘great. well, might as well start selling my things now!’

“thank you, mr. kim. nice meeting you, ha..” mimi trailed off, hoping for a little more, but immediately feeling rejected as soon as he sat back down in his chair. it was then that she noticed all of his aeternal figurines. “i look forward to hearing from you!” she added lastly before leaving the room, feeling completely dejected. what had she done wrong?

was there truly no one else that found the aeternals the most boring people on the planet?

on her way home, mimi had decided to treat herself to a ‘you’re jobless and probably being evicted soon’ special: a large order of chinese food, a mango smoothie, and 6-packs of sour skittles. this was deserved.

and when she had gotten home, she was not surprised to see 3 of her clones waiting for her — her main 3. mi, the one she actually liked and usually helped her out. ni, the one who she got the mango smoothie for, and jiji, the one she absolutely could not stand.

“mimi.. welcome home! oh— no.. you look so sad..” mi spoke, hurrying over to give her a hug. it felt weird — her hug was somewhat static, but it comforted mimi nonetheless. “don’t beat yourself up about it, there’s plenty of jobs where that came from!”

mimi briefly wondered how weird it must look to see a girl talking to 3 of herself. but disregarding that fact, she sat on her couch rather quietly, rolling her eyes at mi’s encouragement.

“yeah, thanks — except, i’ve applied to every single reporter job in this place, and i’ve been rejected by all of them!” she quickly sat up, feeling a rant coming on as she began to assemble her chinese food. “i mean, honestly! i’m more qualified than 90% of their reporters! i graduated from harvard, i interned at BBC, i have a master’s degree and i’m only 23 — what is it?! am i ugly?!” she yelled, narrowing her eyes at jiji who just began to giggle at how silly she obviously sounded.

“come on.. calling yourself ugly is technically calling us ugly.” ni mumbled, sipping her smoothie.

“god … guys, i really need this job. i used up all of my savings moving, and i can’t go back! my parents can’t know i’m fucking up either— god, i’d rather die—”

and as mimi began to contemplate how easy it would all be to just ask her parents for some help, her phone pinged! with a notification: an email from mr. kim. almost in the speed of light, her phone was in her hand and her eyes were quickly reading over what she knew would be a rejection email.

Re: Job Application Kim XXXX, 19:26 Good Evening, Miss. Go,

After reviewing your application, experience, and interview notes, we are pleased to offer you a reporter position at the herald. The position will start effective Monday, April 22nd, 2024. We are excited to have you on our team. If you have any questions, please contact me via this email.

Have a great night, and see you in the office! Kim XXXX, recruitment officer

“holy shit!” she screamed, suddenly jumping up onto the couch, disregarding her chinese food. “holy shit— holy shit, holy shit! i got the job!”

[riekirei]

00:00 — nishimura riki

your boyfriend, riki, came home after an exhausting day, working and practicing. you stay up and wait for him til late to see him come home, tired.

pairing: idol bf!riki x afab!reader | genre(s): fluff | content/warning: reader and riki call each other baby, reader kisses riki on the forehead and cheek

[requested]

word count: 735

author’s note: this is just so cutee. i enjoyed writing this sm and i hope you enjoy reading it as well! not proofreaadd btw

[🎧 now playing: soren by beabadobee]

22:12

you were scrolling on your phone, laying down across the couch with a fluffy blanket covering you body. you were waiting for riki to get home from working at the hybe building. you figured he was up practicing after a long day of promoting and shooting for their recent comeback. you weren't too sure where he was at the moment. he might've been on his way home, maybe even at the studio this late at night. 

22:27

you decide to text him.

“babyyy”

“where r uu :(“

you type in and send. you blink a few times, feeling how droopy your eyes were. it was getting late and you couldn’t deny how sleepy you were. you yawned as you shut your phone off, laying it by your side. you pulled your blanket up to your chin and laid there, wondering were riki could be.

22:46

some time later, you check your phone to see if he had responded. ‘delivered.’ riki hadn’t opened your message. he was probably on his way home right now so you didn’t really worry. 

your eyelids were heavy and you couldn’t fight off how much you wanted to sleep. eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, tucked into the fluffy blanket. 

23:07

you awake to the sound of keys clanking right outside the door. the doorknob twisted and the door opened, revealing the sight of your boyfriend. he took his shoes off and dropped his bag onto the floor. you rubbed your eyes and just as you were about to stand up and greet him, you see him walk into the bedroom with his eyes half shut.

“woah woah woah, where do you think you’re going?” you ask him as he trailed off. “sleep” he said. “noo, baby. not just yet. we need to get you washed up first” you told him. riki stops and turns to see you. “babyy~ can we go to sleep?” he asks you, slowly blinking and standing still, clearly tired. you walk towards him and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the bathroom you had in the room. “let’s wash up first, pleaaaseee?” you softly say, looking into his eyes. riki nods and walks with you towards the bathroom.

you help him get into the shower and handed him his towel and his new change of clothes. riki took a quick shower and as soon as he got out, you helped him dry his hair and body. you made sure he was feeling okay. as you pat his face down with a towel, you could tell just by his eyes how exhausted he was. “tired hm?” you asked him. all he did was nod. you smile and caress his cheek. 

23:32

after riki washed up, brushed his teeth, and changed his clothes, he laid down onto his side of the bed. you came shortly after with a glass of water you took from the kitchen while riki was changing. you handed it over to him and waited for him to finish before setting it aside for him on the bedside table. you pulled the blanket over the two of you and closed the lights, leaving only a dim one by the doorway lit up. 

you watched riki as his eyes shut. you rub circles onto his temples and forehead to help him relax and release any tension he had. riki then rested his hand by your waist, bringing you in slightly closer. your hands move up and made its way onto his hair. you play with it and lightly massaged his scalp. riki had a smile across his face.

23:49

you thought of putting pain relief patches on his shoulders to relieve any of the pain his muscles might’ve had from practicing and working all day. you get up to fetch them from a drawer in your closet. you gently lift his shoulders up to place the patches onto them. you lay him back down, looking at him, admiring how pretty he was.

23:59 

you pushed riki’s hair back and gave him a kiss on the forehead and on the cheek. going back down, riki hugged your torso and you buried your face into his chest. “i’m so proud of you for always working hard. good night. i love you, riki” you say before closing your eyes and finally falling asleep in his embrace.

00:00

“i do it for you. i love you more, y/n”

[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 5

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 4 | Series Masterlist | Part 6

Chapter Summary: You talk to Addison, but may have dug a deeper hole for yourself. Bucky has a chat with you, too.

Chapter Word Count: Over 3.5k

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, dubcon phone sex, dirty talk, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, reader is trying to stay calm, needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you again for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. I no longer do taglists, so please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. It never rang that early, minus the occasional call from the shop to see if you could go in early. With a groan, you opened your eyes halfway to glance at the device. You closed them when your vision cleared to read the name.

Bucky.

“Mmm. Too early for that,” you mumbled, rolling over to hug your pillow as the call went to voicemail.

He messaged you after you told him you had plans for the night, but you didn't read it. In fact, you hadn't glanced at your phone for the remainder of the evening after you got ready for bed. You only knew of the messages since your phone kept digging. You went through the rest of your normal routine and fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. The date took a lot out of you.

Was it a good idea to ignore him though? This was a man used to getting what he wanted and for things to be done his way. There was a chance he wouldn't take you not responding to him well. Well, if he “cared” about you the way he claimed, he’d have to deal with it. Besides, it hadn't even been half a day since you spoke to him.

You bolted upright at the knock on the apartment door. “What the hell?” You whispered, pushing the covers back. Forcing yourself out of bed, you threw on your robe before you went to answer it. Your heart thudded as you looked through the peephole, half expecting to see Bucky on the other side. Your shoulders relaxed when you didn’t see anyone, but you only opened the door a crack.

A familiar scent filled your nostrils as you opened it more. It reminded you of the bakery you liked to visit once a week. Homey, warm, comforting. But your stomach turned when you spotted the bag since you hadn’t ordered anything.

Glancing down each side of the hall to make sure no one was there, you snatched up the bag and locked your door. Your lip wobbled when you looked inside and saw the note on top of the container. It matched the handwriting from the note in your bedroom.

“Most important meal of the day. Enjoy.”

You had half a mind to throw it out, but your grumbling stomach protested. It was your usual when you stopped into that bakery and for good reason since it was delicious. It should’ve been a nice gesture. It should’ve put a smile on your face. But how could it be when Bucky didn’t learn those things about you naturally?

The doorbell rang again as you got to the table, your heart jolting from the sound and the bag dropping to the surface. “Get a grip,” you whispered, going back to the door. Maybe Bucky could send you to a spa so you could try to relax. Not that you would ask him. He wasn’t your boyfriend.

Didn’t matter how rich he was.

You looked through the peephole again, smiling when you saw Addison on the other side. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her caffeine likely kicking in already. “Hey,” you greeted her when you opened the door.

“Hey yourself!” Addison smiled, pulling you in for a hug. She raised an eyebrow as she stepped back and took a good look at you. “How are you?”

“I’m great. Never better,” you tried to smile, stepping aside so she could go in. Guilt crept in from not being honest with a simple question. You weren't great at all. “Is everything okay?”

“Yep. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just wasn’t expecting you to stop by so early, that’s all," you replied, double checking the lock on the door.

“I thought I’d swing by to check on you before I went to work. I didn't hear from you after I texted you and you’re usually really great about texting me back, so I wasn't sure if you were upset that we had to reschedule our plans or if something else was going on.” She paused when your face fell. You were so busy ignoring Bucky that you forgot to reply to her. “Maybe upset isn’t the right word, but bummed? I know we haven’t had much girl time lately outside of my wedding stuff.”

“I'm so sorry. I’m not upset. Last night just got away from me,” you assured her. “Bummed, I’ll give you that.” You added teasingly.

“Are you sure? I feel bad for bailing.”

“Please, don't,” you said. She had no reason to feel bad. “You get to go to The Terrace tonight, which is amazing. I don’t blame you at all for rescheduling.”

Brady was not only a nice guy and a hard worker, but he practically worshiped the ground Addison walked on. He would spoil her rotten if he could. He just wanted to make her happy and she wanted the same for him. It was the kind of relationship you admired.

Addison nudged you with a smile. “Have I told you how awesome you are? And right? I couldn’t believe it when Brady told me. It’s The Terrace!”

“You two will have a great time.” You said, leading her to the table so you didn't have to linger by the door. They deserved a nice night out. “Okay, I’m being nosy, but did he happen to say how he got the reservation? I mean, they’re usually pretty booked.”

“So, listen to this,” she began as she sat down. She had your full attention. “His new boss pulled him into his office yesterday and told him what a great job he’s been doing. Gave him a bonus and everything for all his hard work and said to celebrate by taking me out for dinner at a place of his choosing. He said ‘The Terrace’ thinking there’s no possible way, right?”

“Right,” You said, taking the food out of the bag and being careful to not let her see the note. “Do you want some?”

“No thanks. I ate before I left, but that looks amazing,” she said before she continued. “Two phone calls later, there was a table booked for us! I think he was a little embarrassed when he told me since someone else technically pulled some strings for him, but I don’t care. He works his ass off and it’s about time it was recognized.”

“I agree,” you said, replaying the words in your mind. “Wait, did you say new boss?”

“Yeah, just started a couple of weeks ago. Kind of surprised Brady since his old boss still had a year or so left, but he took early retirement. And the new boss takes his job pretty seriously, but seems like a good guy from what I’ve heard.”

You swallowed heavily. “What… What’s his name? The new boss?”

Addison’s brows furrowed as you picked at the food. “I think his name is Nick. Why?”

Your next breath was much easier. Bucky was making you paranoid in all aspects of life. “No reason. I just think that’s really nice of him,” you smiled.

Your friend didn’t look convinced for a moment. “You sounded and looked really weird when you asked.”

“Just hungry. You know how I get,” you said, forcing yourself to take a bite.

She raised an eyebrow before she shrugged. “At least you don’t get hangry like Dana,” she teased. “But yes! It was nice of him. It’s a great way to support employees.” Her eyes lit up before she smacked the table. “Ooh! I should ask if he’s single.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that, please,” you begged. The last thing you needed to deal with was pulling an innocent man into whatever was going on with you and Bucky.

“Why not? We need to find you a man and he’s good looking. Or you know what? I think one of the groomsmen might also be single now. Maybe we could set you up with him?”

“No, Addison,” you said, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you when she had no idea what had transpired in your life over the last couple of days.

Your friend sank back in her chair, her previous excitement gone. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” you said, putting another bite of food into your mouth in the hopes that you’d keep more words from tumbling out. It wasn’t good to keep it bottled up, but a powerful man had threatened her. Your best friend.

“Oh, yeah? Then give me a good reason why I shouldn’t set you up with someone. Just one,” she challenged.

“Okay, fine.” Bucky’s face shimmered in your mind as you said, “It isn't set in stone, but I may have a date for the wedding. Maybe.”

You shifted in your seat, wishing you didn’t say that. It was the only thing that could possibly stop Addison from setting you up with someone else. Pulling anyone else into whatever game Bucky was playing wasn’t a smart move. Not until you could figure out how to get yourself out of this mess.

Addison's eyes went wide as she sat up and swatted at your arm. “Oh, my God! You’re asking about The Terrace when you buried the lead?! No wonder you’ve been off this morning! Tell me everything!”

“There isn't much to tell really, but…” Your heart sank as your friend literally moved to the edge of her seat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and happiness. “He's handsome. Successful. Headstrong. Likes to read in his spare time. And for some reason, he really seems to like me.”

“Ahh! This is amazing. You're really growing out of your shell. I'm so proud of you.” Addison nearly knocked you out of your chair when she launched at you and hugged you tight. “And what do you mean he likes you ‘for some reason’? You’re a fucking goddess, okay? Say it. Say ‘I’m a fucking goddess’.”

“You’re a fucking goddess,” you joked, giggling when she hugged you tighter. “Okay, okay. I’m a fucking goddess. Let me breathe, please.”

“Yeah, you are.” She pulled back to take a seat again, a wide smile still on her face. “This is amazing news. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Well, I'm sure everyone will love him,” you said. And you had no doubt they would. Something told you he would be the perfect charmer, telling everyone what they wanted to hear and showing them what they wanted to see. As well as being a doting boyfriend.

“If you like him then he must be great.”

“Yeah,” you said. You probably would’ve liked Bucky if things played out differently. “And you're sure he can go? I understand if he can't and I'm sure he would, too, since the wedding is just around the corner and it’s still so new.”

“Of course, he can go. Everyone is going to be thrilled.” She took one of your hands when you looked in your lap. You didn’t want to look up in case tears sprang to your eyes. “Hey. You’ve been the bridesmaid long enough. It’s about time you meet someone who finally makes you the bride.”

Tears filled your eyes anyway, but you blinked them away. If Bucky had his way, you’d be his bride soon enough. “Listen. Addison-”

“Shit, I gotta go before I’m late. I’m so sorry.” She grabbed her bag as she stood up and gave you one last hug. She was in such a hurry that she thankfully didn’t catch your misty gaze. It was better that way. “Text me, okay? We can talk more tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“And I won’t say anything to the rest of the girls until you do,” she promised, rushing to the door. “Seriously, so happy for you!”

“Thanks. I appreciate that,” you called after her. “Have fun tonight!”

“I will! Love you!”

The door shut, leaving you alone and in silence. You placed your head on the table with a groan. You were an idiot. No, that was cruel to think about yourself. You just felt cornered and reacted accordingly. And now you had to bring Bucky to the wedding, which was what he wanted.

What have I gotten myself into?

You lifted your head after a minute to finish your breakfast. As much as you wanted to lay about all day, you had to be productive. Plus you had to look at your phone eventually. You wondered how many more times Bucky messaged you. You also wondered if there were any stories or articles about him online.

Would snooping make things better or worse?

Making sure your front door was locked, you finally went to retrieve your phone. Stretching out on your bed, you picked up the phone and swiped until you got to Bucky’s messages. You scrolled through to the last one you sent, when you told him you had plans.

“You have plans? They really want to meet you.”

“I can still bring the dress over if you want. Just in case.”

“Already thinking about our second date. I want to make it special. I never want to stop wooing you.”

“Sweet dreams. Wish you were here so I could hold you.”

Your heart sank as you kept reading them, the words blurring together on the screen.

“Having a hard time sleeping since you haven’t answered me. I hope you're okay.”

“Maybe I should get you a new phone.”

“Ignoring me, Kotyonok? Playing hard to get?”

The last message came through a minute ago.

“Should I just come over and check on you?”

Your heart jumped to your throat as you typed out a message. What were the chances of him showing up if you didn’t respond? It was better not to risk it. You had ignored him enough. “Sorry, Bucky. I’m not glued to my phone and I crashed last night after our date. Thanks for sending breakfast over. That was a surprise.”

It wasn’t the end of the conversation, of course. “It’s okay. Just worries me when I don’t hear from you.” As if he had the right to worry about you when he caused you worry to begin with. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

You went to set your phone down, but saw more dots on the screen. “You sure I can’t see you tonight? The guys are really eager to meet you. I want you to meet them, too.”

Reading that made your stomach roll. Would they be like Ray? Complicit? “I told you I have plans. I’m sorry. Maybe another time.”

Another message popped up almost immediately. “Which one do you like better?”

Two images of Bucky appeared after the text. He stood with confidence in front of a sleek sink that you could only assume was in his bathroom. The pictures were nearly identical, minus the fact that the first image had him in a dark green jacket and the second had him in blue. But that wasn’t what made your next breath shaky.

He stared right into the mirror, the lens capturing his gaze so that it penetrated the screen. He seemed to be looking right at you. Unflinching. Unwavering.

Your fingers shook as you typed back to him. “The blue. It brings out your eyes.”

Your phone rang a second later. Now he was calling. You let it ring for a bit longer before you answered. “Hello?”

“Morning, Kotyonok.” He purred on the other end. “Hope I'm not bothering you. I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Morning.” When has a man ever called just to hear you speak? “Not sure why you need to hear it. I don’t think my voice is nice to listen to,” you said.

He chuckled. “You have a beautiful voice. I could listen to you talk all day.” Your cheeks flamed. He knew how to lay it on thick. “You’re right about the jacket. The blue is the better choice. And it’ll be a lot easier to get your opinion once we’re living together.”

You shut your eyes and counted to three. “So, you’re still convinced I’m going to live with you?”

“Before the end of the month. My promise to you.”

“We’ll see,” you said, blaming your lack of wit on your lack of caffeine.

There was some shuffling in the background that you could only make out since you went quiet. “Excited to meet my friends tonight?”

“I’m not meeting them tonight. I told you more than once that I have plans,” you reiterated. You weren't budging on that, even if all you’d do was curl up with a book. He didn't have to know.

He chuckled again, like he knew a secret you didn't. “That’s right. You did tell me that.” It was strange that he didn't ask what your plans were. “Are you ready for the day? Or are you still not dressed?”

Your eyes flickered around the room. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t see you. It was fine. “I still need to shower and get ready,” you said.

He hummed. “The shower here is nice. You’ll love the tub here, too. Has plenty of room for both of us.”

“Bucky-”

“It’s perfect for me to fuck you in it.” His voice was rougher and you thought you heard him incorrectly. “I dreamt about that last night. Bouncing you up and down on my cock as your cries filled the room, the water splashing around us. Sounded so fucking pretty.”

Your mouth fell open when you heard more shuffling. And moaning. A deep, hungry moan. “What are you…” Was he… Was he touching himself as he spoke to you? Jerking off? No. He couldn’t be. “Bucky, I’m-”

“I love hearing you say my name. Say it again, Kotyonok,” he rasped, his breathing heavier. So was yours. “Say it.”

You bit your tongue. You didn’t want to say it or hear any of this. It was filthy. Wrong. But you obeyed anyway. “Bucky,” you whispered.

The next sound he let out was something you could only describe as pornographic. “I’m so hard for you. And you’re wet for me, aren’t you? Fuck, I wish I was there to take care of you.” You rubbed your thighs together and ignored the heat in your body. It was a natural reaction. Fear. It had to be. “Talk to me. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“I…” Your eyes squeezed shut, your chest lightly heaving. Dread gripped you and you didn’t know what to say. “I can’t.”

“Oh, I’ve imagined that, too. Telling me you can’t take my cock. That it’s too big. Too much.” He panted and something told you to keep listening instead of hanging up on him. “You’ll take it. You’ll take me. Like a good girl.”

You covered your mouth, afraid of whatever sound would come out as his heavy breathing persisted in your ear. You could almost imagine him pinning you down with his weight, taking you apart. Making you say his name. Spilling inside you as he said yours.

Bucky said he wasn't a monster. That he wouldn't hurt you. But what was he going to do to you?

“Fuck, you’ll look so gorgeous when I…” Bucky trailed off, all sounds of pleasure on his end coming to a halt. “For fuck’s sake, what?! What is so fucking important right now?!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, your heart pounding. You thought you heard Ray in the background, but couldn’t be sure. “I-I should probably go,” you said, grateful for the interruption.

“I understand, Ray. Just give me a fucking second.” Bucky exhaled before he spoke again. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t want to go, but I have to.”

His tone was much gentler since it was directed back at you. “So do I. I need to shower,” you said. To wash off whatever just transpired even though he didn't touch you.

“Wish I was there to help clean you up and get you dirty all over again.” You heard the smile in his voice and fought the urge to get sick. “Have a good day, okay? We’ll finish this later. I promise.”

You tossed your phone away and sat up, your hands gripping the sheets as you inhaled and exhaled. Did that really just happen? One-sided phone sex or whatever the hell it was? The sounds of his moans rang in your ears. Thankfully the heat was no longer spreading through your body.

This wasn't your fault.

But you could’ve yelled for him to stop. You could’ve hung up. You didn’t do either of those things. Could've, would've, should've.

Where was your fire?

“It’s fine,” you whispered, biting your lip almost hard enough to draw blood. “I’m fine. This is all going to be fine.”

You refused to be anything other than fine. And he wasn’t at your place, so you were safe and sound, right? You had to be.

Lying to yourself didn't make you feel any better. It didn’t stop you from rushing to the toilet when you dry heaved. And it didn't stop you from wondering when he’d finish what he started over the phone.

Bucky continues to leave an impression, doesn't he? And he's convinced you're going to see his friends, isn't he? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[wanatasha]

will you marry me?

natasha x fem!reader

you begin to believe Natasha wants to break up when she spends more time away from you—in reality she was working double to buy you a ring

tw: not proofread and written at 12AM, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, reader overthinks, love confessions, probably shitty tbh

Your bed as of late has been growing colder. It’s a shared bed, one large enough for two bodies. Well, it was a shared bed. The past month and a half you’ve been occupying the space on your own. Your girlfriend shows up, but it’s always when you’re already asleep. And when she wakes up? Too early.

She also has a habit of not responding to texts or calls at an orderly time. She’s been struggling with telling you about these sudden shifts as well.

Long story short you don’t see her as often anymore, if at all. She’s at her work more than she’s at home, it’s become her life. At first, you were ecstatic, but now? you just wanted to be awake when she comes home to at least greet her, ask her how her day is going, look into her eyes—

You didn’t think anything of her sudden and consistent disappearance act. Each time she told you she was leaving for work, you believed it. Now with where you stand at 6:46pm—cleaning the dishes with music playing in the background—this was the moment you realized.

Your thoughts started out as any other, chipper and useless almost before they spiraled and you began to think about her. You thought about your love for her, how you hope she’s been okay. You thought about why she’s been gone for so long. You thought about how day by day by day she’s slowly been less and less affection with you. She sleeps beside you still, but she’s here when you’re asleep and she leaves before you even stir. She barely responds to texts.

With your heart dropping, you wipe your hands off quickly so you can grab your phone. The messages shared between you are dull, but she’s been answering that she’s safe? Isn’t that enough? Why does it feel like you’re loving this relationship—one sided….

Then it hit you, she’s falling out of love with you.

You cried at the sink for a few minutes before you decided it be best to go to sleep earlier that night. A few dishes were left in the sink when Natasha came home, body sore and throat scratchy she stumbled in. She didn’t even notice as her only focus was getting to the bed, the one you shared, and passing out.

Again she woke up for work, and you woke up to a warm spot beside you again. You cried too. Tears fell like rain when you stepped in the bathroom to get ready for your own job. Throughout the day they would fall at random whenever you remembered her. By the end of the day you were mentally exhausted and you had a killer headache—and that was enough for you. Though despite every bone and muscle in your body begged you to keep the peace, you wanted to confront her. You needed to ask about what changed and how the two of you can fix it—no matter if that means breaking up.

So you got ready to stay up for possibly the worst night of your life. Eleven PM came and left as the numbers 3AM overtook the clock. You sat on the bed, each tick ringing in your mind. It was the sound you focused on until you heard the front door open.

3:41AM and she’s now coming home.

She’s used to her routine by now. Getting home and stumbling straight to bed, but she gets a shock when she comes to your bedroom door and finds you staring her down with tired eyes.

“Why’re you awake?”

You shrug, feeling an overcome of emotions then. Seeing her makes you feel choked up, sadness once again building so strongly within you. To think you’re about to loose her pushes your body into overdrive.

You’ll miss the warmth on the bed beside you, her kisses, the way she was always looking out for you, her smiles, her contact showing up on your phone, her laugh, her presence behind you when you woke up—You almost reconsider asking about what you are, but you full send it instead. It’s better this than to continue living with a ghost in your home.

“Why haven’t you been here,” you start, voice unfortunately very shaky, “It’s been like two months, Natasha and I’ve barely seen your face or heard from you.”

She looks shocked. Slight changes in her also tired expression that let you know of her response. She’s shocked.

“Two months?”

You nod, looking down and picking at your fingers, “can barely say I remember your face anymore.”

“I’ve been wor—“

“Are you trying to break up with me?”

“Okay, woah—what?”

“We’re closing in on month two. If you want to leave do it now, you’ve given me enough time.”

She stands up taller, confusion and offense written all over her face, “I don’t want to break up with you, I’m so confused—“

Your hands come down beside you, “you’re confused,” you laugh, “wow, that’s something. You don’t think that not being home for a month and a half is suspicious? That barely spending any time with me is not suspicious? That not texting or calling me or even caring to talk with me—is not the least bit suspicious?”

You wipe the tears with your right hand, trying to steel your eyes into hers, “Natasha I stay here for countless nights hoping you’d come home early and yet I’m faced with this same dent in the bed instead. I keep hoping things will change. I sit here and watch tv and end up falling asleep. When I wake up, the spot has moved. I try to read, and I get too tired, so I go to sleep and I find you came back that night again too. Why do you—“

Natasha had crossed the room in a few quick steps, hands reaching to bring your face towards hers. She cuts you off with a kiss, and since you’re such a fool for her, you lean into it immediately. Her lips come back, reconnecting and angling her face to kiss deeper. You run a hand through her hair, resting it on the back of her neck and holding her close.

“I love you,” she says as quiet as a whisper against your lips, “I’m so sorry how I’ve been as of late, I genuinely hadn’t realized I’ve been so stuck in a routine. I was so focused on my goal I neglected you.”

“What was your goal?”

She smiles, “to save up for a ring.”

Your eyes flicker around her face as your thumb rubs the skin of her cheek. Her words settle within you and you’re smiling so wide.

“You want to marry me?”

“Yeah,” she smiles wider and leans down to kiss you again, “will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

[coichii]

Halloween - JEONGIN

pairing: jeongin x black!reader

genre: fluff, high school AU, established relationship

word count: 1.1k

warnings: black reader, nothing else i don’t think

A/N : I was sick whilst writing so forgive me if it’s a little bad. Also reference for dress here! this should have stayed in the scrap 👎🏾

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4 weeks before halloween~

“Hey y/n, do you want to…match costumes this year?” Jeongin stammered, blushing slightly.

This was your first time celebrating halloween together, so your boyfriend had came up with the idea to match outfits, and you couldn’t lie that you found it cute that he was so nervous to ask you.

“Hmmm sure baby. Do you have any ideas?” you asked him, moving towards him to push his hair out of his face, which only made him even more flustered.

“No not really, what about you?” he suggested.

You pretended to think for a little, since you’ve been thinking about matching since before fall even started. It all began with a deep dive on pinterest when the idea first popped into your head. After a while of searching, you found the perfect idea.

“Ok, what about princess and the frog?” you asked, looking up at him.

He quickly nodded and asked you to send him any references you wanted to use, and after looking around the internet, you finally found the one you wanted to wear, and next thing you know in less than 2 weeks it was at your doorstep with a cute little note on it from him.

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2 weeks before halloween~

“Are you sure it’s not that scary?” Jeongin asked, looking at you nervously.

You had asked him earlier that day if he wanted to come over to your place after school to watch a horror movie. In your words, it would set the mood for halloween, but you had forgotten that he wasn’t that into horror. However, he was whipped for you, so he couldn’t resist your begging, but he was starting to slightly regret that.

“Yes, I can promise you that it’s not that scary.” You assured him, grabbing the remote and turning on the movie.

You walked back over to the couch and layed on top of him, causing him to groan but wrap his arm around your waist anyway. You snuggled into his chest before turning your face towards the tv to watch, but you weren’t paying that much attention anyways, focusing on the way jeongin absent-mindedly played with your curls and ran his hand up and down your back.

You weren’t sure when you woke up or when you fell asleep. All you knew is that the movie had finished a long time ago since it was dark now, and it was half way into a different movie.

You then noticed that he was asleep as well, his chest rising and falling at a smooth pace. You attempted to grab the remote to turn off the tv since you didn’t want any sudden noises to wake him up, but your movement caused him to wake up anyways.

Jeongin began to stir, his eyes fluttering open and his arms wrapping around you a little tighter. You didn’t mind since both of your parents were on business trips, so you didn’t have to worry about them coming home, and you also did find it a bit adorable.

“mhm, what time is it” he mumbled, closing his eyes again and resting his head on yours.

“I have no idea, but it’s dark out. Would your parents mind if you spent the night?” you asked him, snuggling more into his hold, if that was even possible.

“No, no they wouldn’t. I’ll message them just in case but i’m so exhausted.” he responded, grabbing his phone from his pocket and texting his parents.

After that, you two fell into a comfortable silence, simply basking in each-others presence, and somehow falling asleep again.

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halloween

You were fixing up your make up in the mirror while waiting for Jeongin to arrive to your place.

You two decided to go to a haunted house this halloween with the rest of the guys rather than trick or treating, opting to just put a bowl of candy on your doorstep for the kids in your neighborhood.

Everyone decided to wear their costumes to the place, so you put on the dress that jeongin got you. The green meshed with your skin color perfectly, and so did the makeup.

You had just finished fixing the corset on your dress when you got a message from Jeongin saying he was outside. You quickly ran down stairs, said bye to your parents and left the house.

“You look beautiful” Jeongin said, as his hand reached for your hair to move a curl that escaped your bun out of your face.

“Thank you” you blushed, putting on your seatbelt and looking out the window.

You two began to talk about anything and everything, just comfortable talking to each other about things that weren’t even important, and after what felt like 10 minutes, you guys were there.

The place was decorated well, giving off an intense atmosphere that you were not expecting. Jeongin did tell you that it was rated the best in the city, but you weren’t expecting all this.

“Is everyone here?” Chan asked when you guys met up with the rest of the group. Everyone said yes, before walking over to the ticket booth and buying the tickets.

You guys waited for around 15 minutes before being allowed in. Immediately you could feel everyone getting tense. You thought it wasn’t going to be that scary, but you were wrong.

Within the first minute of stepping in, you guys had been jump scared twice. You thought they were going to be cheesy, but even they could startle Minho.

The entire experience was filled with hyunjin and felix’s screaming. Chan was busy trying to get them not to completely freak out while you sticked close to Jeongin. (he was freaking out himself)

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“That was a lot of fun” Jeongin said, turning towards you as he continued to drive you back home. The rest of the guys drove them selves home, so it was just the two of you.

“Yeah it was” you replied, facing the window.

“We’re here” Jeongin said, turning off the car. “You owe me something before you leave tho.”

“What is it?” You asked turning towards him and noticing that he was staring at your lips.

“You didn’t give me a kiss. How am I supposed to turn back into a prince hmm?” He said boldly, looking back at your eyes and pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was deep and loving, and you didn’t pull away until you needed too, but it was only for a moment, lips coming back together with want and need.

“Thank you” Jeongin whispered after you broke the kiss, lips so close that you can feel each-others breath.

“I love you” you confessed, looking at him lovingly. He smiled gently before responding.

“I love you too”

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[withmyhonesty]

Ritsu Sakuma - SHUFFLE x Whispering Evil TELEPHONE - Mini Talks

Translations under the cut (best viewed on desktop)

Sleepy Season

Mnya, mnya... there's no way I can remember the dawn of spring sleep... Eh, hmm? Anzu, you're here now. Nacchan was supposed to be here with me before I fell asleep.

Option 1: You looked like you were sleeping comfortably. Option 2: I see.

Option 1: You looked like you were sleeping comfortably. That's right, I was sleeping so soundly I didn't even notice Nacchan had left. After all, Spring is the season when sleep is most comfortable unlike Summer. Hm~ I'm still sleepy, but now that Anzu is here now, I should wake up properly.

Option 2: I see. Mm. We stopped by the office together, and then Nacchan invited me to the Hanging Gardens. I think she called out to me because I looked sleepy, but... If she had to leave to do something else, she could've just told me ahead of time.

x

...Hm? Speak of the devil, Nacchan's sent me a message. "I'm sorry I left without calling, I wonder if you're awake now?" Hmm, how should I respond? Should I just message back "It's okay, I'm awake now~"?

Option 1: It's like she can see right through you. Option 2: I think that's fine.

Option 1: It's like she can see right through you. Ahaha, you're right. It's great timing that she reached out to me just as I woke up, isn't it? Being in Knights means we spend a lot of time together, so she probably knows how long my naps are. I wonder. I haven't thought about it much, but maybe I'll ask next time.

Option 2: I think that's fine. Yeah? If Anzu says it's okay, then I'm sure it's okay to send it. You ask if usual exchanges are like that? Yeah. It's a little blunt, but I guess that's how we are. We can meet up and talk about whatever's necessary in person, right?

x

Ah, a handkerchief? Aa, sorry. Nacchan responded, she said she put a handkerchief over my eyes whilst I slept so I wouldn't be dazzled by the sun when I woke up. But I can't find it anywhere..? Maybe it was blown away by the wind?

Option 1: Maybe... Option 2: I can't feel any wind...

Option 1: Maybe... Woah. Anzu, why did you come so close all of a sudden? Even that surprised me. If you wanted me to move, you should've just said so. Yoi~sho. ... The handkerchief. Ahaha, I see. It must've fell off my face whilst I was asleep and got crushed under my body.

Option 2: I can't feel any wind... Right. If it fluttered in the breeze, it might have ended up in the bushes or somewhere nearby. Ah, there it is. I just didn't look properly, I don't think it got dirty. I'll wash it and return it to Nacchan, since it's the handkerchief that served as an eye mask and let me sleep soundly.

x

A Secret Place

Just now, I was having tea with Secchan and Suu-chan at Cinnamon. In the flow of the conversation, I accidentally mentioned "Trickstudio". It was my fault for letting it slip, but Secchan was so keen on the conversation I got a little flustered.

Option 1: That's a little... Option 2: Was he interested?

Option 1: That's a little... Yeah. I guess he thought he could meet Yuu-kun if he went to that place, which is where Trickstar hold most of their activities. Even though he's been treated coldly many times, Secchan's willpower is truly amazing. Since I couldn't say anything, he tried to locate it himself... I wonder how that went?

Option 2: Was he interested? I guess he's not interested in the place itself, but the possibility that Yuu-kun might be there. ... Hm? So, in the end did I tell Secchan the location? I was worried Maa-kun would get angry if I told him, so I somehow avoided saying so. Isn't that great?♪

x

Knights also has a hangout area, but I don't think it's as impressive as Trickstudio. I'd also like a nice room where I can have a cup of tea elegantly and do some creative work...♪ However, it would be a hassle to arrange it all myself, so maybe I should get my brother to do it for me?

Option 1: Do you really want that? Option 2: Would you like me to arrange it?

Option 1: Do you really want that? Hehe. I hope it happens, but I'm not serious about it at the moment. To be honest, it seems like it would be more trouble than its worth... It would be a pain to manage. If someone decided to make one in their free time, maybe I'd enjoy going out to play and have fun in it.

Option 2: Would you like me to arrange it? No no. This is an important time for you, Anzu, so just think about and focus on yourself. I mean, it's only half a joke. I don't expect everything to go my way all of the time... But, well, if I want it one day, I'll be sure to ask Anzu for advice.

x

Speaking of Trickstudio, I'm going to meet up with Maa-kun soon ♪ It won't be for work. Maa-kun wanted to see a movie based on a manga he likes, so I promised I'd go. I'm not particularly interested in movies, but I'm looking forward to spending time with Maa-kun...♪

Option 1: Have fun. Option 2: That manga might be...

Option 1: Have fun. Thank you. Since we graduated, I feel like I've had even less time to hang out with Maa-kun... When we see each other again, I want to feel fully replenished in Maa-kun ingredients. But next time, I'd like to invite you too. I think I'll be able to have a better time if both Maa-kun and Anzu are there... ♪

Option 2: That manga might be... Do you know about it too, Anzu? Mm, it's based on a popular shounen manga. Maa-kun also emphasized that a lot of effort was put into the lore accuracy and action scenes. ... I think I'll give it a chance and watch it seriously. If it's interesting, I'll let Anzu know about it.

[calzone-d]

Like father, Like Son

Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader

Summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to Ted and Henry being sick.

Warnings: vomiting, being sick

Word count: 684

a/n: here's a short one for you guys. I planned on this being longer, but I just got home from class and nursing school is fucking hard. feel free to send me a message or any requests!

this is not proofread!

You didn’t think much of it when the Lasso boys went to bed early. Assuming it was the aftermath of their father-son shenanigans, you joined them. 

The shuffling of feet and bright light coming from the bathroom woke you up. Before you could register what was happening, the sounds of Ted’s retching reached your ears. You quickly threw the covers off and went to investigate, the bright light making you squint.

Ted was kneeling in front of the toilet, and as he threw up you looked at the clock. 2:34 am. At least you two didn’t have work in the morning. Turning back to Ted, you brought a warm hand to the space in between his shoulder blades. All you could do was rub his back as he gagged into the toilet bowl. When he was finished, he sat down on the cool tile, leaning his forehead against the toilet seat and reaching a hand out for you. Your hand met his in a clammy embrace, the other reaching up to brush his hair off his forehead.

“What’s going on, honey?” concern laced your voice. 

All you got in return was a weak shrug. “Maybe that new restaurant Henry and I tried out.”

“Think you’re done?” 

Ted nodded, his pale face making your heart hurt. 

“Let’s get you back to bed.” you helped him up, flushing the toilet and watching him as gargled some mouthwash. Once he made it to the bed, you could tell he wasn’t feeling well at all. He was clammy, shivering, and quiet- very abnormal for the usually talkative man.

“Can I have some water?” he whispered.

You covered him up before walking out. 

The sound of feet pattering once more stopped you in the hallway, much quicker than Ted’s were earlier. You saw the light of the hallway bathroom turn on, and heard the sounds of Henry gagging into the toilet shortly after. Abandoning your previous mission, you opened the bathroom door to find Henry in the same position his father was earlier- crouched on the floor with small hands gripping the sides of the toilet.

“Oh, Henry Bug.” you kneeled behind him, running a comforting hand up and down his back. 

When he was finished, he immediately crawled into your lap, face smushed into your neck, with little hands balling up the fabric of your shirt. You gently rocked him back and forth, taking note of the way his forehead seemed to burn against your neck. 

“You feel like you’re done?”

He responded with a muffled “mm hmm” into your neck.

You carried Henry to where Ted was curled into the mattress. The movement woke him back up.

“Aw buddy, what’s goin’ on?” 

Henry shrugged. “Don’t feel good.” 

You helped him get settled, and he cuddled into Ted’s side before you walked back out, this time grabbing two waters.

When you returned, the two of them slowly sipped the water, not wanting to upset their stomachs. Henry scooted closer to Ted, allowing room for you to crawl in on the other side of him. As soon as you got settled underneath the duvet, Henry immediately turned to you. 

“Y/n” he whined. 

Turning to face him you whispered, “What’s up, lovebug?”. 

He didn't say anything else, just shimmied closer to you and smushed his face against your neck once more.

Looking over, you met Ted’s eyes with a tired smile. He scooted a little closer to the two of you, holding his hand against your cheek for a second before running it over Henry’s head. 

“Love you two so much”, Ted whispered into the dark room. 

Henry had already fallen asleep, the sound of his breathing slowly leading you and Ted to follow. 

Ted fell asleep with an arm outstretched over Henry, his hand resting against your abdomen. With trash cans on either side of the bed, and the bathroom light on just in case, you fell back asleep, cuddled up with your Lasso boys. 

Thanks for reading!

[keikeu]

playground :: shigeta harua

pairing :: nonidol! shigeta harua x gn! reader

genre :: fluff, established relationship

warnings :: none

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if somebody else had asked harua to go out at the playground close to his neighborhood at 4am on a wednesday, he would've simply said no (and probably ignored that person for a while, if we're being honest). but it was you, and he'd do anything for you.

so there he was, being dragged by you to the playground a few blocks away. you were talking in a hushed voice, after all it was late and most people were sleeping, while he listened. he was still half asleep, his messy hair fell on his face and his clothes were disheveled because he had rushed to put them on.

the reason why the two of you were out in the first place, was because you couldn't sleep. this wasn't the first time you had difficulty falling asleep, but today it just was worst than ever. at first, you had texted him and shockingly he had responded. since it was a school day, you expected him to be asleep like the rest, but you considered yourself lucky that he was up.

you spent until 3am talking, he was trying to get you to sleep, he even send you voice messages of him singing. but sadly his effort went to waste as you were still up. and maybe because it was late at night and you hadn't gotten any sleep, your brain came up with the genius idea to pay a visit to the playground. there wouldn't be any kids to bother you and parents to judge.

harua agreed, you had to go to his house to get him, but that didn't matter because you were thankful he had agreed in the first place. you really appreciated that he always tried his best to help you sleep. you loved him and his affectionate gestures a lot.

you held his hand, slowing down your pace to walk next to him. as you talked, you took quick glances at him, only to find him looking at you. it still made you blush and gave you butterflies, and you were sure it did the same to him, the small smile on his face made you believe so.

under the light of the moon, everything was much calmer. the two of you had never been out this late before, but it was nice. it was only the sounds of your chatting and footsteps, the wind that occasionally blew and brushed your hair and the soft hue of the stars that had made their appearance through the thick clouds.

the more you walked, the closer you got to the playground. it was empty, of course, and your eyes lit up upon seeing the place. it had really been a while since you had been to a playground.

"i'm gonna go on the monkey bars!" you exclaimed, trying not speak to loudly, although harua could still hear the excitement in your voice. he followed behind you like you were a carefree child and he was a worried parent. he didn't want you to get hurt.

"you know, i was the best at monkey bars out of all the kids. you don't have to stay behind me like i'm gonna fall or something." you reached for the first bar with a confident smile on your face. harua chuckled before responding.

"yeah, you were. and don't say that, what if you actually fall." he watched as you moved your hands from one bar to the other, making sure nothing bad happened. then when you finished, you fell on your feet and proudly dusted off your hands.

"and i still am!" you added, poking his nose before diverting your attention to the slides. the boy rolled his eyes at your sudden action before walking to you with a grin on his face. you made him very happy.

"come on we should go down the slide together!" you waited for him to go up the small stairs before guiding him how to sit.

"why should i go first? do you want me to get hurt?" he questioned with a fake and exaggerated frown on his face, making you lightly hit his shoulder as you sat behind him.

"you're not gonna get hurt, love. here, i'll hold your hand if it makes you feel better." you held your hand out and he took it, giving it a little squeeze. you smiled before the two of you went down the slide. you never though it would've been so fun at this age, but the quick thrill it gave the two of you was enough for the laughs to burst out. you tried the different slides, your laughter and giggling growing louder.

"wait wait we should try the roundabout!" you said, quickly getting up from the last slide and walking over to where the said equipment was.

"are you sure? i've never really liked roundabouts..." harua said, scratching the back of his head, trying to convince you to go somewhere else but it was already to late. you were sitting on one of the rusty seats, waiting for him to come.

"can you spin me then?" he let out a little sigh before nodding.

"if you feel dizzy after, just know it's not my fault." he playfuly said with a small smirk on his face, and you couldn't say anything else because he had already started spining the roundabout.

"aaahhh harua slow this down please!" you loudly screamed as you held onto the metal bar in front of you for dear life. and the boy listened to you, stopping so suddenly that it made your hair fall on your face and your eyes slowly blink open. your sharp gaze made its way to where the boy was standing. he held an awkward smile, realizing what he had done.

"i'm gonna get you harua!" you got up from your place, feeling your world spin around. he was about to run, but seeing as you were still trying to balance without holding onto anything, he waited. then the stern look on your eyes was a signal for him to start running.

"i told you it's not you fault if you get dizzy!" he shouted as he ran around the whole playground, you following right behind him.

"you did it on purpose!" you argued back, finally catching up to him and jumping on his back. he stumbled before moving his hands to hold you.

"i thought you were gonna hit me." he quietly said while walking back to the playground.

"eh, i got tired." you responded, placing your chin on his shoulder. "can we go on the swings before we leave?"

and he did as you asked, putting you down right in front of the swings. you sat down on one of them, and he sat on the one next to you. he could tell you were starting to get tired. you weren't as talktive and energetic as before, and you had yawned a few times by now. a small smile made its way on his face as he saw your tired eyes blinking a few times, while your feet tried to push the rest of your body on the swing. you looked so cute.

he moved his swing next to yours, bumping them intentionally, making you look at him.

"what are you trying to do?" you streached the 'o' at the end of your sentence before bumping his swing. a small chuckle escaped his lips, making you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

"i don't know." he teasingly responded, before grabbing the chain of your swing to pull you closer to him. your faces were inches apart.

"you can just say you want to kiss me." you said with a smirk, and he placed a small peck on your lips. after he let your swing go, making you get up.

"you could have at least kissed me properly!" you complained with a small frown, also making harua get up.

"i'll kiss you when i take you home, lovely." and that was all it took to convince you to leave the playground. now you were definitely sleepy, you again held his hand on the way home, this time resting your head on his arm. this time he made the small talk, trying to keep you awake until he took you to your house.

luckily it wasn't far away, and in a few minutes you found yourselves in front of your doorstep.

"thank you for today. i love you." you mumbled, but it was enough for him to hear. and maybe you hadn't realized it since you were half asleep, but you had said 'i love you' to him for the first him. his heart had exploded, but he tried to keep his cool. with a grin on his face, he places a small peck on your forehead and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"i love you too. now go get some sleep." he cupped your cheek and placed a kiss on your lips. you waved goodbye for the last time, and he left after he had seen you go to your room. that night, the two of you went to sleep with the happiest memories and the warmest feelings.

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a/n :: a cute one shot for a cute boy😋😋 this is my first time writing for &team so i hope it's good :))

©keikeu

[razorblade180]

Distance

It was a hot summer day in Vacou. The sun was at its peak and the air filled with sand. Ruby, fully grown, staggered into her home after patrol. Why her and Jaune chose to build their house on the outskirts above the kingdom she’ll never know. Well…she does know. It’s strategic, but sucked on days like these.

The tired rose slumped down at her dining table. She missed when her birthday meant autumn leaves and crisp air. Now it’s just hot! She put her weapon down by her side as she heard footsteps and tiny noises from the kitchen. Jaune appeared from her left with their second child, Garnet, waving with his tiny hands. The two year looked half asleep.

Ruby:Hi baby.

Garnet:Sleepy…

Ruby:Me too.

Jaune:Rough day?

Ruby:Not really? Just a little distracted I guess.

Jaune:…Carmine?

Ruby:Yeah. It just…I’m used to her being here. She hasn’t responded to my text.

Jaune:Maybe she’s busy?

Ruby:Busy hating me.

Jaune:Hey now, birthday girls need to be happy or it’s bad luck.

Garnet:What’s wrong with mommy?

Jaune:She misses sissy. She’s far away remember? Getting really strong to be a hero.

Garnet:… I miss sissy.

Jaune:

Jaune:How about I go lay you down with her favorite stuff animal, okay. If you talk to it then I’m sure she’ll hear you.

The knight went up stairs with his baby waving goodbye. Ruby had more than enough energy to get up and quickly kiss his sleepy forehead. As she sat back down, a knock at the door came. Sighing, she dashed over to open the door; finding a startled delivery man and a brown box.

Mailman:Ruby Rose?

Ruby:…..

Mailman:You’re right. Silly question. I can see all the petals and…please sign.

Ruby:*signing* I’m just tired. I’m sorry.

Mailman:Oh I know it! I just walked up here normally.

Ruby:Yeaaaah. My bad.

She gave a polite wave and went back inside with a package with Ozcar’s seal on it. Probably to put any worry at ease of it being a trap. Her eyes grew wide. Jaune walked back down stairs.

Jaune:What’s that?

Ruby:I package from Beacon.

Jaune:Think it’s from Carmine?

Ruby:Can’t imagine anyone else, but I don’t know what she’d send. I’m surprised she sent anything.

Jaune:She doesn’t hate you. Both of you just…disagree right now. Anyways, open it up

Ruby:Scythe please.

Jaune:Rubes…

Ruby:Yeah you’re right.

She grabs his sword off his hip. He doesn’t even react. Jaune should’ve seen it coming. The oversized box cutter sliced the tap. Inside was quite the treat. A bunch of leaves for cushioning a box of cake mix, a fake Jack-o lantern with her crest in it, and a letter in Carmine’s handwriting. That became the most important thing immediately. The message, like the present, was unexpected.

“Hey Mom. I tried this whole letter thing. I’m bad at it. Stared at the paper for hours. So instead just open the top of the lantern. Your daughter, Carmine Arc Rose. P.S. Those leaves are from grandpa’s yard.”

Jaune:Your dad put her to work?

Ruby:I wouldn’t be surprised.

She turned the lantern upside and for it’s contents to fall out. An audible gasp when a glowing red rose fell out. Ruby couldn’t believe her eyes. She couldn’t even move as her body become anxious. Jaune took the lead by lifting the rose.

Ruby:Wait! I…what do I say?

Jaune:Say the truth. You can’t get it wrong if it’s the truth.

He crushed the top of the rose then tossed it to the living room where it burst! Red and yellow petals swirled beautifully before coming together in the shape of their fourteen year old daughter.

Ruby could only watch as the clone got it’s bearings. It had almost been a year. Her had gotten longer, nearly at her shoulders. Not to mention she’s gained a few inches. Ruby could tell right away. Nearly fifteen soon yet already changing so fast, and Ruby was missing it. Through pride, morals, and pure difference of emotions, Ruby had refused to teach her daughter fighting anymore. So Carmine left for a…more capable teacher in the form of Oz. Until now, Ruby thought she was fine with it. Several months however however, and her daughter had grown more than she could’ve thought.

Carmine looked around to see everything in the same place as she left, then she looked at her mother. Carmine took in a deep, slow inhale through her nose as she saw Ruby already rosy cheeked and crying. How troublesome. If Ruby was crying, then Carmine would have to deal with her own tears! The awkward girl rubbed the back of her head.

Jaune:….I’ll give you two some spa-

Ruby & Carmine:Please stay right there.

Jaune:Guess I’m staying right here.

Ruby:Carmine I-

Carmine:Stop. Mom, I sent cake mix. I tested my semblance for distance and I know you know where those leaves come from. Clearly these are good things, so why the tears? I usually have to say something before you cry.

Ruby:Cut me some slack. *wiping face* they’re just not stopping okay? You didn’t call or text. I thought you still hated me.

Carmine:I don’t hate you. I…shouldn’t have said that. Things are just so..it’s a lot. I know it is for you too. Second, at first i didn’t respond because I was upset. Now it’s just because a grimm ate my phone…

Jaune:What?

Carmine:I don’t wanna talk about it. Point is that I’ve been doing some thinking. It’s hard not to when Oz and gramps speak in quotes. I don’t really ever know of we’ll see eye to eye. But I know I love you. *teary eyed* And… it really hurt to leave how did, you being so hurt. Your my mom, but also my hero. I want you proud of me and it felt really weird and scary to not make a cake like we always do. *crying* I thought about visiting but if you were still mad at me I don’t think I could’ve handled-

Ruby nearly tackled her daughter, sending them to the floor. Carmine’s arms instinctively wrapped around her mother as she cried softly into the familiar red cloak; while Ruby cried into Carmine’s red and yellow scarf.

Ruby:I love you so much. I miss you so badly; I’m sorry.

Carmine:I miss you too, but I think I should stay awhile longer. I’m learning to be stronger, for us. For everyone. I do not blame you for not wanting to teach me anymore but I still need to taught.

Ruby:I know….I just hate losing time with you. I want to hug the real you.

Carmine:I’ll visit for real next time. I’m sure gramps wants you visiting for the holidays so ya know, we’ll see each other then. In the meantime, I’ll call back and actually fly home next chance I get. Kay?

Ruby looked at her. They were both a mess, trying to wipe away tears from each other. It’d be funny if they weren’t so emotional. The sound of leaves turned their heads as Jaune took out the cake mix. Thank goodness he was here. Someone had to get them moving.

Jaune:I don’t know about you all but a cake needs to be made before a baby wakes up and wants all the icing.

Carmine:Awe, I miss my little man. He likes frosting now?

Ruby:Very much. Hehe, I’ll crack the eggs and you stir?

Carmine:Deal. Oh and…happy birthday mom.

Ruby:Happy Halloween. “Thanks for the treat.”

They hugged again. This time Carmine motioned Jaune to join in, which he gladly did. A sigh of relief was let out.

xxxxx

A cross the world, Carmine lit a single cupcake next to a freshly carved pumpkin. As she got ready to hum the birthday song in honor of her mother, a warmth spread through her as her eyes welled up. A gentle smile fell on face as she wiped a tear; the sigh of relief blowing the candle out.

Carmine:Heh.. “They’re the best kind of trick.”

[pancakeszs]

Unlocked, just for you

♡ Ethan Landry x fem!reader

♡synopsis: y/n gets her exam results and climbs through Ethan’s window to get to him. during a time of celebration some words are shared.

♡word count: 1.2k

♡warnings: friends to lovers, kissing, fluff

WRITTEN BY @pancakeszs (please do not repost or make any translations)

You were sitting at your desk journaling about your day when you got a notification on your phone. It was an email from your school, the subject of the email read “English Exam Results” You almost fell back on your chair when you saw it.

You immediately grabbed your phone to text Ethan, your best friend who had helped you prepare for the test. You had promised him that you would open the results together.

You’d never admit it aloud but you had a crush on Ethan. A huge one in fact, but you couldn’t bear to ruin your friendship by telling him your feelings. You brushed the thought away and wrote your message.

ethannn!! i got the results!! i’m coming over right now, 5 minutes tops

Once you hit send you ran down the stairs, grabbed your keys and hopped in your car not bothering to change into more presentable clothes. Ethan had seen you in pajamas before and this time wouldn’t be any different right?

Ethan hasn’t responded yet and you started to get worried. Would he be ok if you showed up uninvited? This was Ethan, he would be fine with it.

You pulled onto the curb in front of his house and jumped out. It was 11 o’clock at night and his parents would surely be asleep by now. You thought for a minute about if you should go through the front door. Deciding that it would be best to let his parent get their sleep you walked to the side of his house that his room was on.

The window in his room showed that his light was on so he had to be awake. There was a tree next to the window that had low hanging branches so you decided to climb it.

You wrapped your arms around the branch and kicked off the ground, using your upper body strength to haul you up.

Once you made it to the first branch the second one was easier to get to. You repeated the same step and reached the branch that was on the same level as Ethan’s window.

You crawled on the branch getting to arms length of his window and tapped on it lightly. When there was no response you tapped again, a little louder this time.

Still no response, so you decided to lift up the window, praying that it was unlocked. Thankfully it was. You moved the curtain aside and spotted Ethan, sitting at his desk writing something, his headphones were on and his phone was on his bedside table. Now you realized why he never responded. He didn’t hear the notification because of his headphones and besides he didn’t have his phone next to him.

Slowly you climbed in and walked over to where he was sitting. You didn’t want to give him a heart attack but you saw no other way to get his attention.

Deciding there was no other way you tap him softly on the shoulder. Ethan jumps up from his seat visibly startled and turns around.

“Y/N?! How did you get in here?” He asks taken aback by your sudden presence.

You look at him awkwardly “I, uh..I climbed through your window…” His eyes widen and he starts to laugh.

“What, why? I could’ve just let you in through the front door.”

You give him an accusatory look and explain to him “I texted you but you never responded, and I know your parents are asleep by this time and I didn’t want to bother them.”

Ethan smiles softly at you, he has always admired your consideration for others. You treat everybody with respect, a trait that’s hard to come across these days. He snaps back to reality and realizes that you’re expecting a response.

“Oh, sorry. I was writing something and I had my headphones in- wait. What was so important anyways?” He asks and your eyes immediately brighten.

“I got my exam results!! We promised we would open them together so I came here as soon as I got them.”

Ethan suddenly feels guilty for making you wait to open them but he has a warm feeling in his chest from the fact that you put off opening your results to wait for him.

He grabs your hand and brings to you sit on his bed. You climb on and sit with your legs crossed, you’ve been in his room multiple times so you feel comfortable sitting on his bed.

You hand him your phone with the email pulled up. All he has to do is click on it. “You open it first.” you tell Ethan.

He looks at you with softness in his eyes and he smiles. He looks down at the phone and opens the email. You close your eyes and listen, and his breathing hitches.

Your eyes shoot open “What? Is it bad?” You ask, panicked.

“No, not at all. You got 47 out of the 50 questions correct!” He exclaims, pride filling his voice.

You grab your phone and read the email seeing that you really did get 47 out of 50. You put your phone down and launch yourself at Ethan giving him a huge hug.

“I couldn’t have done it without you..” You say, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Yes you could have, you’re the smartest person I know.”

Your heart feels full at his compliment and you pull away and look into his huge doe eyes.

He’s starting right back at you and his cheeks turn pink.

“Ethan, I love you.” You whisper, so quietly. “Not like, a friend or even a best friend. But romantically…and I don’t expect you to feel the same, and you are not obligated to retu-“

“I love you too, y/n. Everything about you, your kindness, your ability to go up to total strangers and make a conversation, the way you smile when someone makes a joke. I have loved you ever since I talked to you for the first time.”

Your eyes start to water at his confession, never in a million years did you think that you would confess your love to Ethan, and that he would confess his love for you back.

A tear rolls down your cheek and he softly wipes it away with his thumb. Slowly you lean towards him and your lips meet.

You shift to get to a more comfortable position and once you’re in a good spot he gently puts his hands on your waist. You move your hands and tangle them in his soft brown curls.

He kisses you softly and gently, like he’s afraid to break the spell thats come over you both.

Slowly you break apart and you smile at him. The smile that he loves, the smile that he sees in his dreams every night.

“I never thought you’d be my first kiss Ethan Landry. But I’m glad you were.” You tell him and he smiles at you.

“I’m glad you were my first kiss too, but I never expected it to be after you climbed through my window.”

You laugh at his joke “If this is what happens when I do, then maybe I’ll have to do it again some time.”

He smiles at you again “Maybe you should, I’ll leave it unlocked, just for you.

[ilyasorokinn]

number one , juraj slafkovsky

note, number one, bayBEEEEEE!!!! this is all a work of fiction. i have no idea the ins and outs of a draft. although, i did watch jordan kyrou's sister's tiktok quite a lot. another note, let's all say thank you to @laurenairay for helping me at like 3 in the morning lol pair, juraj slafkovsky x reader summary, exactly what the title and gif below imply. warnings, gary bettman word count, 1062 words (a shorty but a goodie)

(gif not mine)

You barely got any sleep. You fell asleep at like 2, only to wake up bright at early at 9. You woke up before Juraj, so you spent that time trying to comprehend what would happen in only a few hours.

You tried to watch TV quietly but your mind was moving too fast. He eventually woke up and looked over at you and could see your mind reeling.

"Stop." He demanded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Stop what?" You asked.

"Thinking. I can feel it." He smirked, "I'm gonna get picked, I know I will. Don't care if it's 1 or 30. It's gonna happen." He stated.

"I know." You nodded, having no doubt in your mind that he was getting drafted, but that lingering feeling was still looming over you.

"Now, come on. I'm hungry, there's free breakfast and I'm gonna eat a lot." He joked, jumping out of bed and throwing on some nicer clothes.

After breakfast and after you got ready, you had cameras on you. Everywhere you went, you had about 3 shadows following you with a boom mic, a camera, and at least one interviewer.

You were invited into a couple different stores to purchase stuff so the camera crew could get content, "What do you think of this one?" He asked, holding up a hat.

"Eh, I liked the first one." You shrugged.

He tried the first hat on again, then checked it out in the mirror, then turned around to you again, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"All right, now to pick one out for you." His eyes moved across the room full of hats as he attempted to find the perfect one.

After purchasing your hats, the next stop on your list was a snack, so you stopped at a bakery and grabbed a couple of drinks and some pastries.

"Can I have a bite?" You broke off a part of your cookie and fed it to him.

"Good?"

"Your's are better." He flashed you a smile.

-

Even while you were getting ready to leave for Centre Bell Arena, there were cameras everywhere. Obviously, being a player so high on every teams radar, there were going to be cameras everywhere.

"Is it straight?" Juraj asked, turning away from the bathroom mirror to you.

You smiled, reaching up and fixing his tie, "Now it is." You wrapped your arms around his neck, "We'll see you there."

"Yeah, meet you there." He nodded, leaning down and kissing you.

You got through all the security and found your seats. You tried to sit next to his mom, but his whole family insisted on you sitting in the seat next to him.

So you found yourself sitting on the seat second to the end, waiting for Juraj to make his way inside. He was signing autographs, taking pictures, doing interviews, and everything in between.

You were responding to a message when he finally plopped down next to you, of course, more cameras on you. He slipped his hand into yours and gave it a squeeze.

You knew he was carefree this morning, but right now, you could feel the nerves radiating off of him, "You're gonna be fine. Like you said, even if you're 1st or 30th, you're gonna be drafted." You whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you pulled away.

He smiled, squeezing your hand again, putting on a professional front for the camera. He let out a breath as his eyes danced around the room.

Down at all the tables of teams, to the front where the podium sat on the stage, to all the other prospects sitting around.

After Gary Bettman gave a speech and spoke in the worst French accent in the world, the time had finally come. All of Montreal's staff walked onto the stage.

They all stood in a line, and Kent Hughes walked up to the microphone. Sending his condolences to the Marchment family and his congratulations to the Avs.

"With our first pick in the 2022 NHL draft, the Montreal Canadiens select, from the Slovakian National team," Before he could even finish his sentence, the whole world stopped for you.

He looked over at you, and you looked over at him, an equally surprised look on both of your faces, "Juraj Slafkovsky." The crowd reacted with boos and in an upset tone.

He stood up, letting out a breath. You were sitting in your seat, in a state of shock as he embraced the rest of his family. He got back to you last and you finally stood up, pulling him into a hug.

"Holy crap." You laughed. You pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to his lips as you wiped your eyes. He flashed you one last smile before turning and making his way down the stairs and to the stage.

You watched with a tearful smile as he shook hands with Gary Bettman before being handed a jersey. He slipped that one then took the hat held out for him. He shook hands with the line of Habs staff, then posed for pictures.

-

After the draft was finished, you all waited for Juraj at the restaurant. Juraj, after media, met up with you, sporting his new Habs jersey.

The entire restaurant, not just your table, cheered for him. He smiled and nodded to everyone around you before taking his seat. You enjoyed your meal and talked about your future.

After dinner, you were standing outside, waiting for the rest of your party. You had gotten cold, so he draped his jacket across your shoulders.

"Can I try it on?" You asked, a nervous smile on your face.

"The jersey?" You nodded. He smiled and nodded. You slipped his jacket off while he slipped the jersey off.

You slipped the jersey on and looked down, "What do you think?" He asked, slipping the Habs hat he had been wearing onto your head.

"I think I can get used to red, white, and blue." You smiled, looking up at him, but it was a little hard because the hat was obstructing your vision slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nodded. He threw his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head, "I'm so proud of you."

"I love you." He murmured into your hair. You responded by leaning up and capturing his lips.

-

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[writingjjfics]

I need you pt. 2

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: Talk about injuries, fighting and few curse words

Request: Part 2 of I need you. You can find part 1 here!

Summary: JJ comes to your house after confronting Rafe where he admits to you why he cares about you so much.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I'm sorry if this is bad. I have so much work to do and my entire life is one big chaos but I really wanted to write this asap.

"y/n", you heard faintly in the background.

"y/n, wake up!!!"

The sound got louder and someone lightly poked you in the shoulder. You groaned, not ready to wake up just yet. Your head still hurt, almost like you had a massive hangover, except this hangover wasn't caused by alcohol. You looked over your shoulder and were met with John B's face.

"What do you need John B? I was sleeping", you said irritated.

"Sorry to wake you up, but-", John B began, but stopped talking when he took a closer look at your face. "Wow, what happened to you"

You took a deep breath since it was another reminder of what happened last night. "Some Kook bullshit, I'll explain later. Don't worry"

It was then that you noticed the empty spot next to you.

"Where is JJ?". You could've sworn that you fell asleep next to him and you would have expected him to stay with you. You wanted him to stay with you.

"I don't know. He was already gone when I came back this morning. But uh, some guys from school are coming over in a few minutes to work on a school project, and you are welcome to stay of course, but I just wanted to let you know"

You raised your eyebrows in confusion. JJ wasn't working today or planned to go somewhere as far as you knew, so he had no intentions of leaving the house so soon.

"It's okay, I need to go home anyway", you stood up and kissed John B on the cheek. "Good luck! See you later, B"

As you were walking home you were a bit nervous. Nervous about how your parents would react if they saw your face. Your parents are very easy-going people. They let you drink, smoke, party, hang out with whoever you want, and so on, but when it comes to fighting or you getting hurt they are suddenly very overprotective. Last year when they found out some guy touched your ass without consent, they didn't let you go to parties for a few weeks, "for your safety" and wanted you to send them hourly updates on where you were going. It was sweet of them, but you were really not in the mood to have that happen again.

Meanwhile, on your way home, you tried to call and message JJ. It still didn't sit well with you that he just left without saying anything. But you got no reaction. Your house came into view and you sent JJ one last text message before going in.

You thought about sneaking in and quietly going to your bedroom to avoid your parents but then you realized you probably had to avoid them for a week before your face would heal, so that was not an option. Better to get it over with.

"I'm homeee!", you yelled as you stood in the hallway.

"We are in the living room honey", you heard your mother's response from a distance.

Slowly you entered the living room. Your parents looked happy but as soon as they saw your face their faces dropped and they stood up with concern.

"What happened to you y/n?"

You wanted to lie, but even if you came up with some bad lie, they'd still freak out, so you told the truth.

"Rafe and his friend cornered me last night while I was walking home from work and he attacked me, but don't worry JJ picked me up and took care of me", you mumbled. Your mother wanted to respond but you were quicker. "But I'm very tired and I really want to go to sleep and forget about it, so if that's okay with you, I'll go upstairs", you moved backward and pointed towards the stairs. Your mother came closer and kissed you on the forehead.

"That's okay honey, go to sleep. But after you're awake we will talk about this!"

You nodded satisfied and went upstairs to your room. You had not received any messages or calls in the meantime. Still nothing from JJ. With a sigh, you fell onto your bed. Your head and body still hurt. You slid closer to the top of your bed, grabbed your pillow and stuffed animal to cuddle for comfort, and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

You woke up abruptly when you heard someone knocking on your window. You were confused at first but jumped out of bed when it hit you that it's JJ who always comes through the window. However, your cheerful mood disappeared completely when you saw his face. It was almost like looking in the mirror. His face was covered in blood and bruises, a few cuts and he had a split lip. You sprinted to the window and opened it.

"What the fuck happened J! Did you go home? Why would you do that? I've been calling you all day!", you rambled on slightly annoyed. He casually shrugged his shoulders. "Needed to teach someone a lesson", he smirked.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion giving him a questionable look. "The fuck you're talking about?"

"Let's just say Rafe won't come near you anytime soon", he stated proudly. You gasped for a moment but soon burst out laughing. "Oh my god, did you just really confront Rafe for me?" You never liked it when JJ got into a fight, but you couldn't help but find this funny. Rafe deserved it.

"Yup, now I would really love to get that special treatment you told me about not so long ago", he teased wiggling his eyebrows. You knew exactly what he meant. You rolled your eyes, took his hand and dragged him to your bathroom. But before you entered, you turned around.

“You didn’t kill him did you?”

“Nah, I'd like to, but that’s not really my style”, he replied coolly as he hopped on the counter in the bathroom. You chuckled and walked to your cabinet where you had your first aid kit. You bought the kit a few years ago when JJ started coming to your house often after his dad's beatings. You never used it for yourself, only for JJ. You hate to see him hurt, but you couldn't deny that you love the intimate moments with him.

Picking up the cloth you begin dapping his face lightly. He flinched a little, but he was used to the feeling. You squeezed his hand for comfort.

"J, can I ask you something?", you asked nervously

"You, always, what's wrong?"

"Why did you confront Rafe for me?"

JJ shrugged his shoulders, just like he did earlier when you asked him about the situation. "He needs to learn not to fuck around with you, or me for that matter"

"Yeah, okay. But would you have done the same if it was Kie who got hurt?"

JJ remained silent. Yes, he cares about Kie, but he wouldn't know if he would do the same for her. She doesn't mean as much to him as you do. The tension in the bathroom became apparent. You both couldn't look each other in the eyes. You started to think it was a stupid question. You shook your head feeling stupid for asking.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I asked that. Of course you would do the same for Kie"

"No, I wouldn't", JJ replied quickly. If he wanted to tell you how he felt, he had to do it now. He finally looked you in the eye. He played with his fingers to calm his nerves.

"y/n, you uhm, you mean a lot to me. Not just as a friend. I don't know when it happened", he stopped talking and chuckled nervously thinking back to a few years ago when he started to realize he felt different around you. "No, I know exactly when and how it happened. I started to catch feelings for you y/n. And I know it's stupid to fall for your best friend, but god, that's so fucking difficult when it comes to you. I tried to tell you so many times, but I never had the courage to do it. Because why would a girl like you like-", you cut his ramble off by crashing your lips together. JJ was taken aback at first but soon joined in by grabbing your neck and waist to bring you closer. It felt like everything finally fell into place. You together as to how it always was supposed to be. The kiss was full of passion, and a slight taste of blood coming from his lip, but honestly, you couldn't care less. After a while, you pull apart to catch your breath.

"A girl 'like me' would like a guy 'like you' exactly for the way you treat me. Like I'm your only priority. It is pretty damn hard not to catch feelings for you too", you whispered. You saw JJ visibly relax by your words. It made you giggle. He looked so cute at the moment. You took his hand and tried to lead him to your bed, but he pulled you back so close that your foreheads touched.

"I love you y/n", he whispered. You blushed. You couldn't really believe this was happening. Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you and you did suffer a concussion. Or you were still dreaming. But the look he gave you at that moment felt so pure. So real.

"I love you J, so much" You both leaned in to kiss once again.

"This is even better than those face kisses", JJ grinned making you laugh.

"Yeah, how is your face? Does it still hurt?"

"Now that you mention it, it's starting to hurt again. Maybe I know something else that makes me feel better?", JJ smirked. That damn smirk makes you feel things, oh boy.

"I don't think my parents will let me out of this house anytime soon, so you're in luck babe", you teased as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bed.

[eungii]

• ¡ 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 !!.

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ғᴛ: sanzu and rindou.

ᴛᴡ: FEM! reader || fluff || curse words || SANZU;; crack and fluff ||

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: yeah, sanzu and rindou's are the same but also different? im trying to change some things in my blog because it look so disgusting and ugly, plus say hi to shinji.

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꒰ HARUCHIYO "SANZU" AKASHI ꒱

"I'm so fucking tired of you" Koko's words where enough to make Sanzu turn around. His face was just enough to make Koko more annoyed.

"You and that girl, the way you talked about her, and how she look at you IS OBVIOUS!" He was tired of seeing his coworker daydream about the not so mysterious girl plus the jealous knowing that the pink haired guy could die non virgin.

"Sorry lizard guy" the nickname came out of his lips, making a funny face " I can't let her know that a big criminal and drug addict is wrapped around her finger, plus is funny to be a pain in the ass to you and Rindou"

"You asshole-"

"you AsShole-" sanzu said mocking Koko's accent and then sitting next to the other male, now all serious "You know I can't do it sobber, and she hates when I'm all high" and with that he ended getting out of the room. Making Koko start thinking and when an idea got in his head, he pull his phone.

-

Sanzu's phone start to ring, and with a disgusting face he answer it.

A dry "what" was out his lips continue by a laugh and following a "wow, you sound sober" Rindou's voice could be hear "fuck off, what so you want"

-

"Ok so, Rindou is distracting Sanzu, meanwhile you and me pit this peace of paper?" Ran ridiculously ask "Boten is known by having a lot of money and you want us to show...this? " his disgust expression was enough to start annoying Koko "I know and it is a poster you dumb, but I found this on Sanzu's room and its real his vibe"

"Ok, here she comes... One, two... THREE!" Koko shouts just so Rindou hear it too. And then the big poster came down, with a blushed sanzu, a nervous Koko, a kinda proud ran and a irritated rindou.

"I-I, ok it's not what you- " the pink haired man try to avoid your eyes "T-That is not my letter, so definitely not m-me hehe.."

"Hey! Koko I found this next to that ugly thing!" The older Haitani screamed and the unfold the next white poster with a 'made by sanzu'. "Oh, it could be any Sanzu" and the next part unfold 'Akashi'

"Ouh.."

꒰ RINDOU HAITANI ꒱

His tsundere ass can't stop looking at you like the best diamond, but also can't tell you that. Somehow he loves when you text him, how your messages end with a '<3', how you send him stupid cat faces in the middles of a meating , yeah he loves it, but can't show you that size of him.

But one day before his bed time, your message make him go pale.

"Rindou, I am marry with you"

I mean, it is kinda funny how you change some words, but try to make the same meaning, he thought, so why dont he respond the besy way he can?

"<3"

And as your calm body was already asleep, the only you have is he's probably already sleeping so calmly.

Meanwhile a wild Rindou enter to his brother room with a happy "RAAAAAN!", making his brother fall from his bed. A sleepy "what" fell from his pink tired lips

"She wants to marry me" Rindou whisper, but ran didnt hear anything "what-?"

"she wants to marry me" "eh?"

"SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME YOU DUMB SHIT FACE"

-

After that small brothers fight, both haitani's sat on the sofa, an older brother proud that he could be uncle, and a younger brother that was dying inside from how cute it was but "wait- she technically ask you to marry her, so that's not so manly of your part" Ah yes, the big brother always screwing up. "shut up— i'm gonna to make her the best gift ever"

-

Why does this always happen to him? When everything was ready, why?

"Yeah and im sorry Rin, that was my little sister so that's why the message was a little messed up" shit— he though "Pff, I didnt even notice it you loser..." While his mouth was done speaking, faster that he thought, he start calling Ran

"Yeah, what's up?" "Abort mission, abort mission" "Um.. To late"

What—

The sound of fireworks just stopped his mind, and before you could turn around his hands were squishing your cheeks "Do not turn, i mean just look forward to the future— there is no point in looking back" his shaking voice with his blushing cheeks make your head turn.

'I love you y/n'

"Pff nothing to do with me, it's a different y/n"

'From Rindou'

"Is another different Rindou" he said with his worried face mixed with his pink cheeks

'Haitani'

"Haha what is the probability??"

'Ran's baby brother'

"Shit—"

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guns and gifts

carl gallagher x fem!reader

request: Hey! I hope I can send you a request for Karl Gallagher of Shameless. Maybe Karl and y / n were a couple before jail, and after leaving jail he came to her to ask her for forgiveness. y / n doesn't forgive him and he starts giving her gifts and apologizing every day. Then everything is at your discretion. Happy ending please💛 from @powerpuffluuvv

genere: fluff + angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, ooc carl

posted on april 18, 2021

puppy love. thirteen year-olds holding hands and sharing stolen kisses. it was a sweet relationship that could’ve grown and matured with the two teens as they did. instead carl found himself a job on the corner and when he got caught y/n was done. fiona tried to get through to the boy, asking him to apologize but he brushed her off.

“can i please just talk to him? maybe he’ll listen to me.” y/n pleaded with the lawyer.

fiona stepped in, “it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“five minutes.” the lawyer relented.

y/n thanked him and rushed into the room where he sat. he squinted at her through the glasses fiona gave him. “i’m not fuckin’ sorry. i wish i was smarter about it. i wouldn’t have used chuckie as a mule.”

“you know what. if you don’t tell that judge you’re fucking sorry and that you’ve learned from your mistakes i will never speak to you again.” y/n exited the room quickly letting the ultimatum hang in the air as the door slammed behind her.

during the hearing her eyes were trained on the back of his head, hoping she could somehow will him to do the right thing. she kept her arms crossed as she leaned back. kev and v were sat next to her, waiting anxiously to see what he’d say.

“i’m going to make juvie my bitch.” as soon as he said those words, y/n sighed, getting up from her seat, shouldering her back and slipping out of the courtroom as they hauled carl away. he caught her eye before she left, she froze for a moment before shaking her head and making her exit.

time passed and she still spent time with the rest of the gallaghers, she lived across the street so it would have been hard not too. she helped take care of liam when needed and she got a job at patsy’s with fiona’s help.

the day carl came back had been a surprise for everyone, y/n was helping fiona with making dinner after a shift at patsy’s. the front door had slammed shut and, thinking it was debbie, fiona asked if she got a message about hamburger buns. y/n’s eyes shot up when a much deeper voice responded, “nah, it’s just me.”

excited, fiona rushed towards the boy, wrapping him up in a hug. hugging back, he looked up throwing a wave to y/n who was rooted in place, “hey, y/n.”

snapping herself back into reality she lurched forward wiping her hands and grabbing her things, pulling her bag over her shoulder and gripping her keys tightly she looked back at the boy as fiona fussed over his new appearance. “fuck you, carl.” she spat, slamming the back door shut behind her.

y/n managed to avoid carl at school the next day, he was too busy with “his boy” nick and his new white boy carl personality and selling illegal weapons in the bathrooms to bother her anyways. she rushed to patsy’s as soon as school ended and began her shift.

she spent the afternoon rushing from table to table, taking orders, passing out food, and pouring coffee. she was pouring coffee for a couple sitting near the front door when the bell twinkled, signaling a new customer.

her back turned to the door and her focus pointed and the coffee she was pouring she greeted the customer quickly, “take a seat anywhere and i’ll be right with you darling.” she smiled at the couple before turning around, finding herself face to face with white boy carl himself. “get the fuck out.”

y/n rushed away from him, pouring coffee for a man sat at the counter. carl followed, “please just talk to me, y/n.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to you, man.” the customer spoke up as y/n placed the coffee pot on the burner.

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” carl asked the man.

he stood up, “i told you she doesn’t want to talk. so leave.”

y/n stepped in before a physical altercation broke out, “thank so much, sir, but i can fight my own battles.” she pushed carl towards the door, “out.” she kept pushing him despite his protests, “get the fuck out. go.”

the door slammed behind them, and carl began to speak, “no, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth and listen. i don’t want to listen to you. i don’t want to talk to you. and i don’t even want to see you but that last one might be a little fucking impossible since we’re neighbors and i work with your sister so i’m going to be civil towards you but i will only acknowledge your existence when it is absolutely necessary. clear?”

carl began to protest but y/n cut him off, “are we fucking clear?” carl grumbled an agreement and y/n sighed, “good, now get the fuck out if here. i have to go back to work.”

y/n rushed back into the diner, throwing herself back into work. hoping she looked busy enough to keep the nosy man from before to leave her alone, she poured more coffee, took orders, passed out plates. until her shift ended and she could finally take the l back home.

the next run in with carl happened two days later, she was walking home from school, thankful for the day off from work when carl and nick pulled up on a bike. “y/n! wait!”

sighing, y/n whipped around, “i thought i told you i didn’t want to talk to you.”

“i have something for you.” carl explained as he got closer, y/n ignored him and started walking again, the bike quickly catching up with her. “here.”

y/n scoffed, eyeing the bag, “whatever it is i don’t want it.”

“it’s a book, debbie told me you wanted to read it.”

y/n sped up, “no thanks, already read it.” she didn’t care what book it was, she didn’t want anything from him. she took this moment to cross the street, the passing cars making it difficult for the boys on the bike to follow.

she entered the gallagher house hoping carl would be too busy to come home for a few hours while she watched liam. “i get off at nine, if anyone else comes home you’re welcome to leave but i plan on bringing something back for dinner if you want to stick around for that.”

“of course i’ll stay. me and liam are going to have a great time. isn’t that right liam?” y/n asked the toddler who nodded enthusiastically. fiona thanked her and rushed out the door.

y/n put on a movie, which liam fell asleep watching about thirty minutes in. y/n got up and stretched when the movie ended, adjusting the blanket she threw over liam when he fell asleep. she walked in the kitchen, stiff from sitting for so long. she pulled out a can of pop from the fridge and leaned her back against the fridge, using to stretch her body more.

the door swung open and carl walked in, “good you’re hear, i have something else for you.”

“whatever it is, i don’t want it.” y/n sighed into her drink.

“it’s a necklace, here.” he opened the velvet box to show her an expensive looking necklace.

she turned away from him, “no thanks.” walking back into the living room. “go somewhere else please, i have to watch liam.”

carl sighed before exiting the house with nick, who had been hanging back by the door during the exchange. he nodded to nick and the two rolled out to go do god knows what.

that night fiona came home with food, the entire gallagher clan plus kev and v enjoyed. there were enough people that y/n managed to avoid speaking to carl the entire evening. every time he tried to speak to her she’d find someone to talk to, she talked lip about something she had to do for school, ian told her about trevor, and her and debbie talked about anything.

v even pointed out the strange behavior when carl was left looking slightly dejected to fiona, who just shrugged in response.

“thank you fiona, goodnight everyone.” y/n called as she stepped out the back door. she crossed the street quickly and made it home, which as usual was empty, the rest of her family nowhere to be found.

she sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and kicking of her shoes as soon as she made it to her room. she threw herself back on her bed yelping when she collided with something hard. she jumped up only to see the jewelry box and book carl had bought her. she set her beer down and pulled the box open, smiling at the necklace. it was gold, with a small tear shaped pendant that held some sort of crystal or diamond.

she set the box next to her beer, which she grabbed and took sip of as she grabbed the book. it was actually something she’d been wanting, she rolled her eyes before opening it to the first page.

the next fee days followed a similar pattern, carl would stop her at school and work and even his own house to offer her gifts, which she would refuse, which would always end up on her bed at the end of the day. on a particularly rough day, y/n had enough. she was walking home from school, carl (who was alone this time) behind her, like clockwork offering another gift.

“carl, please just leave me alone. i don’t have the energy to deal with you.” y/n said not stopping. carl made a comment and y/n snapped, “god i’m not going to forgive you because you chose to go to juvie. you could have just apologized and gotten parole but that didn’t happen. and i’m not going to be your girlfriend again because i don’t even know who you are any more, this thug personality doesn’t look good on you.” y/n sighed rushing away before he could answer.

she was suddenly thankful for the day off, deciding to spend it all alone at home. it was a friday and her weekend was also free so she spent the next few days home alone. her family was gone of course, they only only seemed to show up once a month just to leave again the same day.

sunday evening y/n laid in the couch watching what was on tv when there was a knock on the door. y/n groaned, getting up to answer it freezing when carl was revealed on the other side. he looked small, he was curled into himself and he looked sad. his braids were out, soft curls in the place. “hey, y/n.” he said softly. y/n wordlessly moved out of the way to let him in.

“i’m done. no more sell drugs, guns, anything. something happened, with nick and i don’t want that to be my life anymore.” his voice cracked and y/n instinctively wrapped him into a hug, squeezing protectively. he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly, scared to let her go.

“hey,” y/n spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair, “you’re okay. i got you.” once carl calmed down, he pulled away but y/n held onto him, hands on his face.

“i really miss you y/n. and i know i was awful before but all i want to do is be with you. i love you.” he sighed, his hands holding her wrists.

y/n pulled him closer, “i love you, too, idiot.” carl gave her a lopsided smiled before surging forward to connect their lips in a hot kiss. y/n stumbled backwards before backing into the wall behind her. carl bit on her lip softly causing her breath to catch in her throat. she tugged on his hair and he squeezed her hips. she pulled away for breath, pressing her forehead to his, “my room?” breathless carl nodded pressing a quick kiss to her lips before they rushed to her room.

the next morning the front door slammed opened, “y/n! i’m going to kill fiona!” debbie stormed through the house bursting into y/n’s room where she was laying next to a topless carl, wearing only his t-shirt, “oh my god! ew!” debbie shielded her eyes from the sight before her.

“hey, debs.” y/n mumbled, sheepishly.

debbie groaned, “just get dressed, we have school.”

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

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Hey! I hope you’re well, can i request an imagine where reader is Embry’s imprint and they haven’t seen eachother in months because reader has a life she can’t just drop for him but she comes back when the pack is blowing up her phone ? Thank youu and don’t worry if you don’t write it, it’s fine!

Thank you for the request! It took a Long time But It's now complete with a total whopping 5k words!! Any way I hope you enjoy the fic.

I put it under the cut because it's so long but it's my brain baby at the moment lo.

Returning to you.

Embry Call x Reader

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Most of my life has been spent in the Forks area so getting to travel to Europe for six months to see the art and culture was a dream come true. The past four months I’ve been travelling through Europe, starting in Greece and ending my trip in the Irish countryside.

The old art and architecture filled me with a joy that I could not get anywhere else in the world. The smells, sounds and sights all played their own part into the experience. I got to see the moon rise over Mount Olympus, the David by Michelangelo in the Vatican, tour through the Louvre, drink wine on the beaches of France and so much more. I’ve been living my best life.

It's been a dream to see the world, I've met so many new people and tried so much food. I’ve enjoyed every minute of my trip, but there was a part of me that longed for the beaches of La Push.

That part is Embry. Embry Call. My boyfriend, my pal, my love and my light. To me Embry is my everything and to him I’m his everything. That is one thing that has been made perfectly clear the past four months I’ve been away. Every day he’s told me he misses me and I know he means it, I’ve been told not just by him but also the rest of the pack.

Everyday I’ve woken up to ‘Good morning I miss you.” Sometimes he phones to tell me that he feels like he might die if I’m away for any longer. I always chuckle and tell him he will survive, it’s not like I’m going away forever; but that's what he feels like it is. This usually earns me a long winded whine from the other end of the line.

My phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the bedside table while Embry’s face flashed across my screen signalling that he’s calling. A smile graces my lips as I pick up the phone to be greeted with his loving voice.

“Hi (y/n)!! I miss you so much.” sadness was laced in his usual cheery greeting, it hurt my heart to be away from him but I would never trade this experience for anything. I’ve been planning this for years and I wasn’t going to pass up cheap plane tickets.

He filled me in on the pack's shenanigans, complaining about how they keep teasing him for being glued to his phone awaiting any updates I would send him. The later it got the heavier my eyelids seemed to feel, my speech started to slur with exhaustion of time zones while Embry continued to become more energetic with each passing minute.

“Em. . .” A yawn interrupted me mid sentence, a low whine emanated from the phone as he knew I would want to get to bed to have the energy for the long trip I’ll embark on tomorrow for Ireland, which is my last stop. I’d be spending the remaining two months of my trip in the lush countryside.

“I think I should get to sleep, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.” I mumbled into the phone.

“But (y/n)!” he dragged out. I knew he wanted to talk longer but I physically cannot do it. Even though Embry and I don’t live together officially yet, we’d talk into the early morning till one of us fell asleep.

“But (y/n) what?” I dragged out the ‘a’ matching his whine.

“I miss you and want you to come home.” I could hear him pause over line before he continued.

“Besides, sleeping isn’t the same without you.”

I ran my hand through my hair gently tugging on the roots easing the tension that’s built up over my trip. As much fun as I’ve had, he does have a point. Sleeping just isn’t the same without Em. My nights have been spent restless in beds that aren’t mine without the comforting touch of my boyfriend; but that doesn’t mean I can just drop everything and go back home.

“Em you know I can’t just pack everything and go home. . .” I looked at the painting that hung over the tv that sat opposite of my bed. A puppy-like whimper fell from his lips when he spoke again, his voice cracked like he was going to cry. It broke my heart hearing him upset.

“I-I know I just really miss you.”

“I know Embry I miss you too, but it’s only two more months then I’ll be home.”

We chatted for ten more minutes before I fell asleep on the phone. As much as I missed falling asleep in his warm embrace I can’t just fly back home, not yet at least.

The blaring of my alarm woke me from my slumber. The clock face read 6:02 a.m. taking everything within myself to peel back the blankets that encased me in their warm grip. I patted through the bed sheets to find my phone only to knock it onto the floor in the process.

My lock screen adorned a photo of Embry with icing smudged across his face from his birthday party but a swamp of text messages from the pack covered my favourite photo of him. Five texts from Leah, seven from Jake, nine texts from Paul, 12 texts and two missed calls from Sam and a whole group chat titled ‘(y/n) come home.’

The group chat kept pinging with the members of the pack who were still awake discussing the logistics of flying out to Ireland to take me back home. Was Embry really causing that much strife in the pack for them to create a group chat? Knowing him, it couldn’t be too far from the truth.

Leah and I call once a week to check in and make sure the other is doing okay since I left. It’s one of my favourite parts of the week being able to have a one on one with someone sensible. Every week she fills me in on Embry begrudgingly, she does it because she knows it makes me happy which I appreciate.

Reading through her texts she didn’t say much in regards to Em’s behaviour the only message relating to him was “come get your man child please, he’s getting snot on the floor.”

I listened through Sam’s voice mails which were begging me to come home, he informed me that once Em knew I was asleep he started moping around Emily’s house again for the fourth consecutive night in a row. This was news to me.

The texts entailed that Embry was becoming a pain on patrol and that Paul ‘couldn’t take another minute of the incessant whining.’ I told them the same thing I told Embry; I’m not dropping everything and rushing back home to sooth the wails of a love sick boy. There isn’t much I can do from across the ocean anyway.

I stretched my body and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower before I had to leave for the airport.

I packed the few remaining things I left out to prepare for the flight and headed my way to the lobby to check out. I enjoyed travelling but I wasn’t going to miss sleeping in hotels and hostels.

Two weeks have passed since I touched down in Ireland and to say I’ve been having the time of my life is an understatement; I’ve been having a ball living my best life.

The land was capped in a luscious emerald green sea of grass that waved in the wind, the roads were lined with hand built stone walls that marked the division of farmers fields.

Sheep and cattle grazed in pastures, and old castles dotted the countryside. It was gorgeous. It was a view that I wanted to see again, a view I want to see with Embry.

It felt like time was flying by between sight seeing, trail hiking, museum tours and calls with Embry and Leah. It has already been a month. I had one more month before I was to jet set back to the U.S. and see my Embry.

One more month before I was back in La Push surrounded by the scent of sea water and trees with the looming threat of rain constantly overhead except in the summer. For two months of the year La Push was bright and sunny with the expected summer storms that happened.

I had fallen asleep on the phone with Embry again when I realized my phone was lost in the sea of sheets as it buzzed with an incoming phone call.

I couldn’t find it until the call had gone to voicemail and my phone landed on the ground when I gave up and ripped the blankets off of the bed but whoever called must have felt it was really important. Picking up my phone the most unflattering photo of Jacob was plastered on the screen, his name in white.

“Hello?” I asked groggily into the phone, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked over at the clock which said in bold red numbers 1 am.

“Hey (y/n)! You sound like you just woke up.” I heard him chortle from the other end.

“That’s because I just woke up Jake, it’s one in the morning.” a yawn escaped my lips, I know I’ll have a rough time getting over jet lag when I go home.

He occupied twenty minutes with idle chatter and borderline interrogation about all the sights I’ve seen before I asked him why he was calling me so early in the morning

“Embry has spent the week at my house, you need to come home there’s nothing we can do anymore to occupy him till you return.” He sighed, Jake knows I want to finish my trip but we made a deal that I would come home early if there were absolutely no options left to keep Embry from sending the pack into hysterics.

I knew he was buttering me up for something.

“Are you sure you can’t figure something out? It’s just another month!”

“Another month of him eating my cereal and getting dirt on me from my dad!”

I snorted with laughter at the fact that Billy was telling Embry every embarrassing detail from his childhood.

“Jake please just let me think about it okay?” I sighed, flopping back into my hollowed cave of blankets and sheets.

“Okay, I’ll let you think about it but don’t think I won’t be telling Sam.” he warned.

We laughed together and he wished me a good night before hanging up the phone, before I slipped back into slumber I sent Jake one more text.

‘You wake me up at one in the morning again and it’s over for you.’ in which he responded with ‘Oh no I’m so scared lol.’

I reached over to the bedside table and plugged my phone in before the sweet embrace of warmth and slumber took over my senses.

The next three days I was bombarded with texts from Paul whining about the wolf mind link and how every patrol shift he had with Embry was spent tuning out his constant thoughts of me.

Standing in the shower with hot water running over my skin soothing my tense muscles I heard my phone buzz against the granite countertop. I rolled my eyes and continued to bask in the endless hotel hot water.

As bad as staying in hotels could be, the hot water made up for the early breakfast and sheets that were tucked in a little too tightly.

I had shampoo in my hair when my phone started buzzing again, this time with a call. I grumbled under the stream of water washing away the soap before it could get in my eyes; whoever's calling can wait.

I moved on to conditioning my hair, letting it sit while I wash the rest of my body with a lightly scented lavender soap.

I refused to use the complimentary soap because it dried out my skin and the lotion just left me feeling sticky instead of moisturized.

Watching the soap run down the drain my phone rang again, I clenched my fists, who could possibly be calling me now? I still refused to get out of my steamy heaven to answer my phone.

My gut told me that whoever was calling wouldn’t let up until I answered. I washed out the conditioner from my hair and wrapped it in a towel.

The mirror was coated in a layer of steam, the tiles were cool against my feet. I wrapped the plush towel around my body, mopping up the droplets of water that remained.

My phone started vibrating with rapid fire text messages from the pack’s group chat they made a month ago. I sighed, picking it up to sift through the messages. I read a message from Jared telling me he’d pay me to return.

The pack always made me laugh, together they’re a walking sitcom. There is never a dull moment with them, someone always had something witty or sarcastic to say.

I checked to see who had called me and it turned out it was Sam, I listened to his voice mails and immediately phoned him back.

As soon as I hit the call button it only rang for half a second before he picked up.

“Thank you for calling back, I thought I’d have to call two more times.” he chuckled.

“Well I was in the middle of a shower, can’t really take a call there.” I moved through the room with my phone pressed between my shoulder and cheek. Stopping at my suitcase to pick out what I was going to wear for the day.

“I’m going to be frank with you, I need you to come home. . .” I let out a huff before he continued.

“Embry needs you badly, he’s just a pile of mush on the floor now. It’s a chore to get him up to go on patrol. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do Sam, I’ll try to book a flight for the earliest date I can find.” I knew I was giving in but from what they were telling me and the constant texts were getting to be difficult to manage.

“Thank you, when you get back I’ll buy you take out for a month okay?”

“I hate that you know what my weakness is.” I laughed through the phone, a month of free take out? Hell yeah. It made the prospect of going back a little brighter since I wasn’t going to complete the rest of my trip.

I wasn’t losing out on too much though, I had seen and done everything that I wanted. It wouldn’t be too bad to go home early.

We talked for a couple more minutes before parting ways, I threw my phone on the bed and watched it bounce a couple times before turning my attention back to getting dressed. Since I had a flight to book it was okay to spend the rest of the day lounging in pj’s.

The soft fabric of my pj’s brushed against my skin as I jumped into bed with my computer in hand, and now it was time to book a flight back home. Maybe text Paul and tell him he can quit complaining as well.

I woke up the next morning with my flight booked for take off in the afternoon and my daily good morning text from Embry. I felt a little sad to be leaving such a beautiful country but the trees, ocean and Embry all called my name.

Pacing through the room I grabbed the comfiest set of clothes I packed for my return flight back to Seattle, I had enough time to sleep on the plane to be conscious enough for the three and a half hour drive back to La Push.

I was set for a long day ahead of me but it was going to be worth it in the end, seeing the bright and happy face of my boyfriend, getting to hug him and kiss him again.

I made one last check of the room before I gathered my clothes and toiletry kit and made my way into the bathroom to shower before my long flight. As I was stepping into the shower my phone pinged from the counter with a text from Sam.

“Have you booked that flight yet?” it read.

“Yeah I’m due for take off at 1. I should be back in La Push some time tomorrow!”

My fingers brushed the cool surface of the counter top as I put my phone back and got into the shower, hot water immediately running down my back; this time my phone wasn’t being blown up by a desperate wolf pack trying to get my attention.

I can’t sit in the shower for hours on end this time, I have a flight to catch and a boy to surprise. Embry was currently still under the impression that I would be coming home in two weeks. Boy would he be in for a surprise.

The residual steam wafted out of the bathroom while I brushed my teeth revealing my towel wrapped body and hair in the mirror behind the skin. I checked the time and noted that I had two hours to check out, make my way to the airport, and check into my flight back home. Two more hours before I could smell the trees and ocean, two more hours before I could see my friends and hug Embry.

The time managed to move by in a blur by the time I was shutting the trunk of the yellow cab that was going to drop me off at the airport. I got into the back seat and the driver peeled away from the hotel front onto the winding roads.

“Aye where are you headin’?” The driver inquired in a thick Irish accent.

One thing I noticed in my stay here was that the accent changed in every town or village I passed through. It added to the charm

“Well, I’m on my way home after spending six months in Europe.” My eyes scanned over the green hills that rushed past in a blur.

“My favourite places I’ve been have definitely been Ireland and Greece.” I smiled towards him.

The lines around his eyes crinkled with the smile that graced his face at the mention of Ireland.

“Well that’s good to hear innit? Glad you’ve enjoyed your stay. We welcome ya with open arms if you return.”

We held a light conversation until we arrived in front of the drop off area for passengers, thanked him and grabbed my bags before heading into the crowded lobby.

The front of the terminal was metal and glass that reached towards the heavens with automatic doors gaping open like a mouth. Inside was a dull white with light grey floor which my shoes clicked against with each step.

It was packed with people like a can of sardines, I weaved my way through the masses towards the check in desk which thankfully only had a short line to get through.

Under the mix of fluorescents and natural light the desk lady’s bags that donned under her eyes glared with visible exhaustion from the mass amounts of people that swarmed the terminal.

Despite her clear drowsiness she still greeted me with a warm smile and a soft hello.

I grabbed my ticket and thanked her then turned and pushed myself through to the security check, dropped my luggage off and took a seat to wait for the boarding call for my flight.

As I waited grey clouds started to fill the sky blocking out the little sun that was once shining in its place.

My eyes grew heavier by each minute that passed, waiting could be hard, but waiting in an airport where there’s no sense of time is worse. So I distracted myself by people watching.

A lady was bouncing her baby, the old man across from me was snoring. A businessman paced back and forth speaking urgently into his phone, a family chatted excitedly for their family trip to the Canary Islands.

I pulled my eyes away from them as the call for my flight rang out over the crowded terminal, grabbing my suitcase and making my way towards the gate.

Excitement filled my every step as the anticipation grew and bubbled inside me. I gave the greeting flight attendant a small smile and made my way to my seat, for being last minute I managed to get a window seat.

We sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes before taking off and before I knew it the seat belt light pinged off and I was fast asleep jet setting my way back to America, back to my home.

I couldn’t tell what time it was when I woke up but the clock on the tv screen said 2 a.m. and that we’re due to arrive in an hour. I sat up in my seat and gazed out the window into the starry night sky.

Energy started to course through me as I watched the arrival time tick closer and closer. A light rain misted down over Seattle as I left the Seatac terminal and made my way through the maze of cars in the night that was made darker by the rain.

I spotted my blue Subaru and popped the trunk so my interior and seats wouldn’t get wet. It had been a long six months since I last sat in my driver's seat, the wheel almost felt foreign in my hands as I turned the key and listened to the engine roar to life.

I drove through the winding roads of the city to the Seattle-Bainbridge Ferry to take the 45 minute ride into Bainbridge and headed North to get on the 101 then turn onto 110 which would take me back into the heart of La Push.

The closer I got to Forks the brighter the sky became; well as bright as it could be on a gloomy day. The clouds became painted in the glow of purple and pink as the sun rose over the horizon, the rain had let up and left me with an overcast sky for the remainder of the drive back.

Since I slept virtually the entire flight back I didn’t feel the weight of exhaustion at all, but surely when I arrived back in the arms of Embry I knew I’d hit the wall with sleep deprivation.

As I barreled through the corridor of trees I passed the signature ‘welcome to Forks’ sign and turned right onto the 110, twenty minutes to home. I was so close but my soul felt like it was light years away.

The clock on my radio told me that it was currently 6:45, the pinks and purples that coated the sky faded away to the typical grey that fills my senses with delight. Sea salt and washed up kelp started to seep into the air that circulated into my car making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Closer to Beach Drive I got the stronger the smell of the ocean became. The turn signal clicked as I turned onto the road that gave way to Sam and Emily’s house so they could take me over to Embry’s in the off chance that he happened to be awake at this hour.

It’s highly unlikely that he would be up at this hour but it’s not something I could be one hundred percent positive about. I stepped out of my car and turned around to see Emily running as fast as she possibly could towards me with open arms and a huge smile plastered across her face.

Dropping my bags I dashed across their lawn into her embrace.

“Oh (y/n)! I missed you so much, you must be so tired.” She released me from her hug and settled her hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too Emily, I knew I’d be tired but not this tired.” I chuckled while wiping at my under eyes in a feeble attempt to wipe away the exhaustion.

She put her hand on my lower back and led me inside for the awaiting cup of tea while Sam moved my bags into his truck.

The warmth of their home embraced me, the comfort of their kitchen was familiar. The only thing missing was the rowdy group of boys that made up the pack who usually occupied every available seat in the home.

I took a seat at the kitchen table where three cups of tea sat waiting, I should have expected a q and a when I returned. Wrapping my hands around the mug the warmth that radiated from it filled my hands.

Emily took a seat beside me and Sam entered through the door and sat adjacent to both of us.

“So how was the trip?” We sat around their table chatting until our cups were empty and filed out of the house into the early morning air.

“Emily and I will drive your car back to your place after I drop you off at Embry’s, the kid’s been sleeping in my living room more often than I’d appreciate.” Sam’s eyes crinkled with a smile, I knew he was joking but at the same time there was truth to his words; and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

“Thank you for putting up with him while I was gone, I owe you guys one and you owe me take out for a month.” He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair turning into the Call's driveway. Embry’s mom had already left for work leaving him to his own devices; which meant he would sleep in as late as his heart desired.

We got out of Sam’s truck and he dropped my bags on the doorstep. I turned and gave him a quick hug and a thank you before sticking my key into the lock.

The door creaked open and I dragged my suitcases to a stop in their front entry way and shut it behind me.

My shoes landed on the floor with a soft thud and I gingerly walked up the stairs to ensure I wasn’t too noisy while making sure to avoid the one squeaky stair.

I got to the top of the stairs and hung a left down their light beige hallway that gave way to the oak door that guarded Embry’s room. His soft snores filtered through the door, it’s door knob was cool in my hand. Making an audible click with the turn of my wrist.

Dark mahogany brown hair peaked up from beneath the sheet that tucked Embry’s body out of view. One pillow was on the floor while the other was tucked firmly between his cheek and arm, I smiled at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend which filled my every inch with the utmost joy.

My sock covered feet pressed into the carpeted flooring with each step I took towards his bed making sure to step over the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered around the room.

The sun filtered through the gaps in the window blinds casting pools of golden light on the floor and along his walls causing the crystal prism that hung above his closet to sweep dashes of colour across his walls.

I pulled back the grey top sheet to reveal his peaceful face and I swear my heart was going to burst with the amount of love that I feel for him. His hair was tousled in every direction and a cow lick stuck straight up on the left side of his head.

My hands ran over his hair, smoothing it out while I whispered his name. Embry groaned a bit and rolled over, I whispered his name a little bit louder and moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders running them along his arms finally waking him from his slumber.

“Hi Em!” I gushed out as his brown eyes opened and focused on me. His face split with his toothy smile and his arms shot around me, pulling me down into his chest.

“Do you know how much I missed you?” Embry mumbled into my hair.

“I figured a lot with the amount of texts I got from the pack.” I reached up brushing the hair from his face.

“You can never leave me for that long again. . .I didn’t know what to do without you here.” He ran his hands through my hair placing a gentle kiss upon the top of my head.

“I was so worried about you. I couldn’t protect you and make sure you were safe.”

“Well next time I’ll make sure you can come, then you don’t have to worry.” Craning my neck up I placed a kiss upon his lips which were still a bit swollen from slumber.

“The important thing is that I returned safe and in one piece. The other important thing is I get to spoil you with the gifts I brought back!”

His laugh filled the room sending vibrations through my body.

“Hey! That’s my job to spoil you, not the other way around.” He ruffled my hair causing us both to laugh. I peeled off my socks and wiggled my way under his blanket.

“I think it’s time we catch up on six months worth of cuddling.” I poked a finger into his side.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea, you owe me for being gone so long.”

“What? I came back early!” His hands made their way under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my back sending waves of heat through my body from being pressed into him. Oh how I missed my heater.

“Yeah, by like what? Two weeks?” his silky voice chuckled out.

“I missed you Embry.” I told him, placing a kiss on his exposed shoulder.

“I missed you too. Now let's go back to sleep, you look tired.” He said to me as he rested his chin atop my head and pulling me closer.