#i literally wake up early and spend hours awake in bed daydreaming

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anything is possible if you block out the real world and retreat into the expansive catalog of elaborate fantasies you've developed over the years as a coping mechanism

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Hidden Truths

Word Count: 1,756

Characters: Derek Hale, Reader, OC Character

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader (gender!netural)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, flashbacks of past-abuse, slight mentions/hints of sexual assault, angst, very small fluff

A/N: i wouldn’t consider this a dark!fic, but it can possibly be triggering to some, so be careful if you choose to reader

A/N 2: 200th fic!!! Thank you all for supporting me and i forgot to say it but thank you so much for 1.8k! You guys literally help me so much i love you all! Requests are open, I’ll try to do as many as I can!

A/N 3: okay so I started this yesterday but wrote the majority of it today, I’ve been up for nearly 24 hours, all mistakes are my own, and I couldn’t come up with a title... hopefully its not complete BS? anyways ily all

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the door slammed shut behind him, the two of you entering the house.

You kept your eye contact to the floor, trying to avoid him.

“You embarrassed me in front of my friends,” his jaw was clenched, anger was seething from him, you could feel it from across the room.

“I'm sorry-”

“Sorry can’t go back in time and fix it. I've had just about enough of you,” your jaw clenched, tears slipping down your cheek. Your heart was beating in the back of your head.

You gasped softly, your eyes opening as you jumped up, looking around the room anxiously.

It’s okay, you’re safe

You let out a shaky breath, before looking down at Derek’s sleeping figure. His hands were on your waist, while you laid back down, stroking his cheek gently.

You looked at the clock, seeing it was nearly 8 as you sighed before you shook him gently.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

He kept his eyes close, pulling you in slightly while a small smile grew on your face.

“Derek, it’s almost 8,” you said.

“We don’t have anything important today,” he argued.

“Come on!” you pulled on his arm while he groaned, before sitting up.

“I’m up now,” he raised an eyebrow.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

He scoffed, before pressing his lips against yours.

“Good morning Ms. (Y/L/N),” you rested your forehead against his.

“Oh, stop calling me that,” you sighed.

“So, about 1,000 people can call you that but I can’t?” 

“Not on weekends and definitely not at 7:43 in the morning,” you heard Derek groan again, looking at the clock.

“Okay, you know what? Waking up early, we can start moving your stuff in here, yeah?” you nodded softly before Derek pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” he got out of bed, before reaching for your hand.

“Will you join me in the shower?” he raised an eyebrow.

You nodded your head, before hearing your phone ringing.

“I’ll be there in one minute,” he nodded, walking into the bathroom while you answered your phone.

“Mom? Why are you awake, it’s not even 8,” you yawned slightly, before pushing yourself to your feet.

Her breathing was uneven on the other line as you frowned, tensing slightly.

“Mom?” you repeated.

“How would you react if I said…” 

“Said what, Mom? You're scaring me.”

“What if I told you a certain someone got out of jail,” you felt your heart stop. You knew what she meant, you knew who she was talking about. 

You felt your breath get hitched in your throat before you swallowed.

“Are you there?”

“Y-Yeah… What do you mean got out of jail? How? He’s supposed to be locked up for 3 more years,” you could feel your heart rate increasing in your chest, while you tried to control your emotions.

“Let him out early, on good behavior.”

“That’s bullshit, Mom.”

“Exactly what I said. Promise me you’ll stay safe,” you nodded before remembering she couldn't see you.

“I promise, Mom,” she hung up the call before you felt your chest ache slightly, feeling fear rising in your bones.

You got a restraining order years ago, but you didn’t think he would care. 

Everything was finally good for you, it took nearly 7 years, but you moved on. You had been with Derek for one whole year, there was no one else you’d ever felt like that about.

He never scared you, not even with being a werewolf. He always showed he cared about you, the two of you barely fought with each other.

Memories began rushing to your head as you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

You closed your eyes, feeling a tear slip down before you wiped it away.

“Hey, you coming?” you heard Derek call.

“Yeah, be right there!” you quickly wiped away your tears, taking a shaky breath.

You can do this, it’s gonna be okay 

---

“Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your daydream state, clearing your throat before giving a small smile to Derek.

“I’m fine, why?” you asked softly.

“You've been quiet today. Is everything okay at home?” he stroked your hand softly, placing a box on the floor as you turned to face him.

“Yeah, my mom just wanted to check in on us,” you felt guilty for lying to Derek, but you weren't ready for the truth. Not yet.

You knew you needed to talk about it soon, Derek didn't hide things from you, no matter how bad.

“Okay… you know you can tell me anything, right?” you nodded, before pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“I know. Thank you,” he put his arm on your waist, before pulling you to your couch.

“There’s only a few boxes left. You should sit down for a minute, I’ll grab the last of your stuff,” Derek said.

“Oh, you don't-”

“It’s okay. I want to,” he pressed a small kiss to your lips, before walking away.

A smile appeared on your face, before you felt a sadness take over you. 

You quickly shot your mom a text, asking if anything had happened, or if she knew where your ex was.

You sat on the couch,  finding it nearly impossible to sit still.

It’s okay, I have Derek 

---

“Hey,” you tensed slightly, the sting of your bruised eye was blocking all your other senses, you couldn't hear him coming in.

You stood up from the bed, clenched your jaw.

“I wanted to apologize,”  you could smell the stench of alcohol reeking from him, he only ever talked like this when he was drunk.

“It’s okay,” you shook your head.

“It’s my fault, really. I didn't tell you what not to talk about, I thought you would've been smarter to piece it together,” you felt a pang in your chest as you remained stiff.

He stumbled over his feet, walking to you before pressing his lips against yours.

You backed away, shaking your head.

“It’s okay,” you said again.

“Come on,” his hand traveled to your waist, pulling you gently to the bed.

“I’m not in the mood right now,” you said softly.

“Shh,” you felt tears rush to your eyes, knowing what he would do. You couldn't say no.

You nodded softly, seeing a smirk on his face before he directed you to the bed.

You walked outside of your apartment building, taking a deep breath as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Fuck

You paced around, before biting your nail,  feeling your heart racing. You couldn't calm down, you felt sick.

You looked around anxiously, not exactly sure what you were looking for. You didn't know how long he was out for, but there was no way he would know you were in Beacon Hills.

You heard footsteps behind you, instantly tensing up.

“(Y/N/N),” Derek put his hand on your shoulder as you jumped slightly, before turning to face him.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” you saw Derek tense as you shook your head, your vision getting diverted to something else.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, hearing Derek’s words from afar.

“We don’t have to do this, you don't have to move into the loft,” he said softly.

“What? N-No, that’s not-” you shook your head.

“You’ve been acting differently all day. If you don't want to do this, you know we don’t have to,” Derek put his hands on both sides of your face, wiping away a tear you didn't know you had.

“No, that’s not why. I’m sorry, it’s just-” you paused, seeing a familiar car parked across the street as you let out a shaky breath, putting your hand over your mouth.

“(Y/N/N), hey,” you saw a worried look on Derek’s face, while he looked into your eyes.

“Can we go back to the loft?” your voice broke slightly before Derek nodded softly.

“Yeah, of course. Come on,” he held your hand while leading you into his car before the two of you drove off.

---

“Here,” Derek wrapped a blanket around you, while you sat on the couch, your eyes bloodshot.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” you whispered.

“You didn't do anything wrong. Just, please talk to me,” you nodded.

Derek stroked your hand softly, you realized you were shaking.

“Derek… a few years ago, I had this… really bad…” you paused, tears rushing to your eyes as you sniffled, before letting out a shaky exhale.

“H-He went to jail, but then he got out,” your voice broke as you saw Derek tense.

“That's why my mom called me this morning, she was telling me. I saw his car when we were at my apartment, a-and I don't know how he found me, or-” you stopped yourself, before Derek wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You felt a sob erupt from your chest as you buried yourself in his arms.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you before, I’m so sorry I lied to you,” you cried.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N). Look,” he wiped your tears, looking into your eyes as you looked back at him.

“You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. I still love you, no matter what and I’m here with you through this. Do you have a restraining order or anything?” Derek started.

You nodded softly.

“Okay, that’s good. I’m not leaving your sight, I guess we’ll have to get used to spending every second of every day with each other. He is a shitty person, you deserved better and I can't believe you… you deserve the world. We're gonna do this, together. I’m right here for you,” you let out a shaky breath before Derek pressed his lips against your forehead.

“I’m scared,” you cried softly.

“It's gonna be okay, (Y/N/N),” he held you tightly, as you rested your head on his chest.

He continued to caress your arm, keeping you calm.

---

After waiting a few minutes after you fell asleep, Derek lifted you gently, placing you in the bed before he clenched his jaw, his eyes bloodshot, filled with anger and tears.

The thought of anyone even looking at you the wrong way made him mad, he couldn't imagine what happened. All he knew was that he loved you, and he was there for you.

He put his jacket on, grabbing his keys before exiting the loft. 

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Peter Parker - No more fondue on my watch

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Plot: Peter and you have been together for a while now, but nothing can go past Captain America eagle’s eyes.

Warnings (or notes): SMUT or nearly smut, but there is a dick. And this is Peter Parker x Rogers!reader. Let’s be honest, there is a bit of Stony

You bit your lip, uncrossing your legs and doing it again just by pure nervousness. Or boredom, that worked too. There was a ray of sun that had moved since you had arrived the length of the table. If you fixed your eyes there for a long time, just like you had been doing, you could see it moving; and it was the most entertaining thing you had done since you had woken up. And you had woken up really, really early.

But that’s what you got when you lived in another district, you wanted to look presentable for him, and your father was Captain America, who could have a heart attack if you were late once more. Who wasn’t as punctual as your father was Tony, the engineer who still was in his lab for sure.

You weren’t uncomfortable in the tower, but you had places to be instead of the living room. Like, your boyfriend’s room.

“Hey dad” you tried.

Steve was wearing what you called ‘I’m gonna meet my crush’ attire. Tight grey shirt, black jeans and a fairly big amount of hair gel. He was reading a book of his list of ‘things I missed under ice’, which in your opinion was too long and boring. But he insisted in completing it, maybe just for the sake of Tony, who wrote it.

He raised a brow at you, his eyes not leaving the book but letting you know that he was aware. You coughed to make you sound as casual as possible, because sneaking out on Captain America wasn’t easy.

“How… much longer?”

“I don’t know” he gave you the same answer for the fifth time. “Whenever Tony finishes what he’s doing. It’s not like you have anything better to do, Y/N”

You bit your remark about your plans; any plan, actually, was better than waiting in the compound in silence since seven in the morning.

“But I’m hungry” you said, and Steve raised his head finally. You contained the proud smirk.

“Didn’t you have breakfast at your mother’s?”

Steve Rogers was a man of a diet. He didn’t have chocolate, sweets, fried stuff or anything that could be bad for health, and he forced anyone who lived with him to have 5 meals per day. The thing was that you were still a minor, and you didn’t always live with him.

Your mother and Steve didn’t have the perfect relationship, you could say. They were both wonderful people, but too stubborn to get along. So it pained you to lie about her, but that was the only way to get around your dad.

“Not really, since you woke me up at five” you almost barked, still hurt that he had blasted your phone away. “But mom wasn’t awake and there was no milk”

“I can’t believe that’s how she raise a child” Steve tightened his jaw. “What’s next? Telling me you had pizza for dinner?”

With extra cheese, actually

“No, dad” you lied again, salivating at the thought of pizza. “Can I eat something or should I starve to death?”

Steve was quiet for a while. He was against every type of snack; and if he ever pardoned one, was that tasteless rice pancake without fats, sugar or salt. It felt like eating cotton. He looked at the clock of his wrist, and sighed, going back to reading the book.

“Try not to raze Tony’s pantry, please” he gave up. “And don’t eat anything that has … just try to avoid eating Nutella from the jar”

You chuckled and hoped off the sofa, speeding to the kitchen. Closing the door behind you, you marvelled at the huge space in front of you. It was probably bigger than your father’s and mother’s apartment. Without wasting another beat, you walked to the fridge and enjoyed the opportunity of the free card of food.

The fridge was full of things that you couldn’t even name, but you were more than aware that that’s who Tony was. You contented yourself with a ham and turkey sandwich. Knowing you weren’t going to go back to your father, you made another one and reached for the bag of chips in the top counter.  

You were just putting everything in the tray along with two juices when your phone sounded.

Petey-pie [9:39]: i’m getting up early 4 u

Petey-pie [9:39]: hurt not to wake up by u smashing a pillow on my head

Petey-pie [9:39]: where are u

You sent a quick reply, telling him to stop being so needy and that you would be there in a minute. His room was on the other side of the compound, so you weren’t worried about running into your father; besides, luck seemed to smile at you, because you heard Tony’s voice from the living room greeting him.

And you knew that Tony was enough to keep your father busy for a few hours; after all, he didn’t put the ‘I’m gonna meet my crush’ attire for nothing.

You picked up the tray and tiptoed toward the other end of the kitchen, where the door for the main hallway was. You ran past your ‘room’, the one you used when Steve went on a mission with the Avengers and didn’t want you to stay alone, or with your mother. That he wasn’t living there anymore didn’t mean he wasn’t a part of the team, much to your mother dislike.

There weren’t many things there, but you quickly changed from your boots to soft padded socks with small cute bears decorating. Once you were comfortable enough to spend the whole morning there, you closed the door of your room and skipped to his.

Peter wasn’t facing you when you opened the door, but rather looking out of the window daydreaming. He turned around once you were in, and gave you the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. He still had his eyes swollen by sleep, and his pyjamas were on. But he seemed awake enough to pick up the tray from your hands and set it aside, cornering you in the bathroom’s door and locking your lips.

You smiled into the kiss and raised your hand behind his neck. Peter’s room smelt a lot like Axe, a bad habit in your opinion that he had gotten from his dad mentor. The window was half open and his bed was still undone, which gave you a sense of home that you hadn’t felt in a while.

Peter’s lips against yours weren’t nice, but demanding. He pressed himself against your body and cradled your head with his hand, tilting it so that he had better access. When you ran out of air, he teared away and looked at you with a lovestruck gaze.

“Hi” you managed to say, out of breath. It came out a little high-pitched.

“I missed you” he whined, and pouted like a puppy. Your heard literally broke with his look, so you leaned forward and kissed him again.

The spring break was hard for everyone. There was no highschool, and even if it was good news for every teenager, for you wasn’t. It meant you couldn’t see Peter every day, that you lived with your mother during the week, and that you could only sneak around your father some weekends. Peter was probably who felt it the worse, since he was a rather clingy boy, and had made it known in the three months you had been together.

Peter broke away to keep pressing kissing on your cheek, nose and forehead. They were light kisses, so fast that you ended up giggling and tossing between his arms. When he felt like he could let you go, he gave you a final peck and stepped back.

“Breakfast in bed” he said, giving a side glance to the trail of food. “Is it any special service?”

“Only for the best” you chuckled, and walked to the bed.

Peter’s bed was probably the softest one. When him and May had moved over, Tony had made sure he spoiled Peter rotten. With May’s help, they bought him the comfiest cushion, the nerdiest stuff and the best computer. He didn’t accept half of it, but the bed was different. You let yourself be drowned in it, pale blue sheets surrounding you and making you feel like in a cloud. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his pillow, that smelt like him and made it ten times better.

He followed you close, and you felt the bed dipping under his weight. Slowly, he crawled until his head was resting in the space between your neck and shoulder, and you could caress his hair. His body was covering yours, and when Peter threw the covers over the both if you, it felt like you were in your own perfect little world.

The tray laid forgotten on the desk as Peter curled into a ball by your side, hugging your body as if it was his personal pillow. He tangled your legs together and intertwined his fingers with yours. When he was comfortable enough, he talked, and his hot breath hit the side of your face.

“I missed you” he repeated.

“I missed you too” you answered, turning your head so that your noses were touching.

“You know what I missed the most?” Peter asked, and by the smirk on his face, you knew that shy-Peter wasn’t making an appearance. “This”

Peter’s hand rested on your bare belly, and from there he kept going down. He was met with the hem of your trousers, a baggy sweaters that you had snitched from your mom before leaving that morning. Peter’s skilled fingers started undoing the knot of the front, and his body rocked against yours slowly.

“I hope you know what you’re doing” you teased.

By any answer, Peter shifted so that he was hovering over you, his hand still placed between your bodies and his eyes boring into you with burning love. He gave you a lazy, lopsided smirk and finished with the knot of your trousers.

He didn’t bother in tugging them down, but sneaked his hand down and his thumb touched the lace of your panties. He didn’t have to look to know they were the purple one, because he knew your wardrobe by heart; and because with the spider bite, came a constant flood of teenager’s hormones.

Your skin was soft and warm against his finger’s pad, and he gifted you with a soft grunt that made you clench your thighs and trap his hand in between. Peter chuckled.

“I don’t think I can stand another two weeks without seeing you” Peter said.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Peter kicked off the covers and let his lips be lost against your neck. They nipped, kissed, licked and bit your whole neck, never leaving any mark but testing your limits. He knew where to touch you to make those noise, and he spent his time there. His hot breath hoovering over you was enough to make you come on your panties.

But he didn’t have enough, so he ended up tugging your pants down and off the bed and letting his hand be lost in your pussy. He ran one lazy finger up and down your lips, parting them and creating a delicious friction against your clit.

“Peter – Peter, oh – wait – stop, Peter!” you cried out an pushed his hand away.

Peter’s eyes almost got out of their socket and you saw panic filling his features. He was off you in a second, and what a sight. His hair was messy from tugging too much, t-shirt gone and pyjamas pants holding a tent of its own. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes, begging to yourself to last a big longer.

“Get inside” you moaned, opening your legs again. “Please – please, I need – I need –“

You hadn’t seen Peter move so fast in his life. He was standing in front of you when you blinked, fighting with his pants and boxers at the same time. His erection bobbed up and down until it almost touched his stomach, and you were sure he was as turned on as you.

You were about to take off your t-shirt and mount him yourself when the door was kicked open and both Peter and you screamed.

“Y/N!”

“Peter!”

“Dad!”

“Mr. Stark!”

You didn’t think the mood after not seeing your boyfriend for two weeks could go down so fast, but it did when a very flushed Tony Stark and a totally mortified Steve Rogers opened the door of Peter’s room. You covered yourself the best that you could with Peter’s sheets, and he took the pillow to hide his dick.

“What the hell were you doing?!” Steve screamed, and you had to remind yourself that it wasn’t a good moment to say ‘language’. “What – why are you – Y/N Rogers, you’re so grounded!”

Your father’s face was as red as his shield, only discerning from an apple by the blue and white of his eyes. Tony’s shock seemed to be wearing off, and he was simply leaning against a the wall with a hand covering his evident smile.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking, dad?” you asked, your voice still too high for your liking. “You can’t just burst into someone’s room”

“I can’t – I can’t?!” wrong answer, you guessed. “You can’t do… that! And with him!”

“Mr. Rogers, I – “ Peter tried to talk.

“Shut up” Steve growled, and Peter’s Adam apple bobbed up and down. “Listen to me, you end this right now. And don’t ever expect to see him again.”

“What?!” you let the sheets fall to your lap, exposing your thankfully still covered front. “You can’t do that!”

“You don’t get to say what I can and can’t do!”

“Steve –“ Tony tried.

“I can! You only see me on weekends, I live with mom! You can’t say who I can and I can’t see!”

“Then maybe you will come and live with me” Steve said, and your jaw dropped. “Get dressed. I’ll – “

“Just because mom and you don’t love each other anymore doesn’t mean I can’t love someone!” you screamed out.

The room got silent, and Steve actually paled. The thing about him was that he wasn’t a bad father at all. Your mother had thrown you at him when you were younger, and even if she loved you, you knew that most of the arguments came because she loved to make his life impossible. Steve was patient, loving, funny and cared for you like no one.

But he was also afraid. Afraid of you going to parties, afraid of you getting a sleepover, and afraid of you having a boyfriend. The man had lost so much, that it terrified him that he could lose you too.

For the first time since he had heard the noises in Peter’s room, he got to finally look at you. You had tears in your eyes, your cheeks red and your lips pursed as if when you were going to cry. He knew what a bratty teenager was, and what he saw in your eyes wasn’t the tantrum you throw sometimes when he didn’t let you go somewhere.

He looked at Peter, then. The boy looked even more devastated than you. With just a pillow covering his lower half, Peter was chewing on his lip and looking at Steve lacking all the respect he always had. There was only desperation, and Steve felt bad.

“It’s not about that” Steve whispered, and sighed. Even if he didn’t age like normal people, he felt like greys hair coming out. “How… for how long, you know? This?”

“Three months” you whispered back, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You quickly caught it with your finger, and rubbed a furious fist against your eye.

Steve slumped against the wall, and closed his eyes tightly. There was a headache coming his way, and at full speed. His daughter with Tony’s son protegee, his daughter doing… that with Peter, and his daughter growing up and him being left behind.

“Just – just be careful” Steve made a small grimace and coughed it away. “Say goodbye, we’re leaving. And please… next time lock the door, Parker”

You knew you had to talk about it with your father, that he wasn’t done, but for the moment, he muttered a quick goodbye and left the room. You felt like your heart was beating again. Tony had a smug smile on his face, and rose up from his leaning position too.

“And here I thought you didn’t bring girls home because you were a shy boy” Tony teased, and Peter felt like dying. “We’re talking about this later too, Pete”

With that, Tony left and the door was left ajar behind him. It was silent for a while, until Peter’s knees gave away and he sat beside you in the bed. The pillow fell to the ground and he put his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands. The decision of not saying anything was for the sake of your father, because you wanted to wait until he had everything figured with his feelings for Tony in case he felt obligated to stay away for you.

You raised a hand and placed it on Peter’s shoulder, and you swore he gave a small relief sob. Your suspicious were proven when he finally said something.

“I can’t believe that just happened” he whispered. “I thought I was gonna die”

“We’re not off the hook yet” you joked, and kneeling in bed, pressed a small kiss to his neck. “But for now we’re okay”

“Yeah”

Peter gripped your hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He looked at you sideways, and attempted to smile. It was shaky and hesitant, but it was enough for you. Even if you hadn’t been dating for long, you had known the boy for your whole life, and you didn’t want to think what to do without him.

“I should get going” you muttered, and crawled out of bed. “I don’t want him any angrier”

Peter stood up too, and even if the mood had been killed and felt more like throwing himself off a window, he pressed his lips against yours one last time. Not a second after you had moved your hand to cradle his cheek, a barking voice came from the hallway.

“No more fondue when I’m around!”

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Heat | Obey Me!

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: General Word Count: 3.200 Genre: Comedy | Slice of Life Summary: You’ve never been fond of summers, less alone the heat. Spending it in Devildom, your hatred towards it reaches a whole new level. Notes: I’m dying of the heat here. Thank god we had rain, but even then I’m not fond of the summer, so I can’t wait for autumn and winter to arrive. Then again it’s already July here, huh … who would've thought… 

Laying on your bed, you stare at the ceiling above. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. But you don’t have it in yourself to care about it right now. No. At the moment you care about nothing but the heat and drops of sweat that you feel on your forehead and it’s only 6 in the morning.

Your phone goes off and you groan. You don’t move—refuse to move, because moving means warming up and warming up means more heat. No. Not today.

A couple of minutes pass before your phone goes off once again. This time someone’s calling and with great reluctance, you decide to check who it is. Your mood immediately worsens, seeing Lucifer’s name and you wonder if he feels when you’re having a rough time just to make everything worse.

Letting out a sigh, you know if you don’t pick up, he’ll give you work and in this heat, you certainly don’t want that. You’re already melting and you’re only lying in your bed. “Yes?” you answer in a monotone voice.

“Ah, you’re already awake I see.” Lucifer muses and you roll with your eyes, obviously teasing you for those times you slept in. “And here I wondered if you'd still be sleeping since it’s weekend.” He teases you and you can’t hide the groan that escapes you. He laughs on the other side, but a smile soon betrays you. He always seems to find a moment to tease you.

“Why in the whole wide universe are you calling me at 6?” you ask, slight annoyance spotted in your voice.

“We’re having a meeting in an hour. Get ready and come down on breakfast.”

“What?” you murmur before your eyes grow wide. “No! Why?!” you sit up.

“What do you mean why? It’s Saturday and as far as I know, Diavolo said there’ll be a meeting on Saturday once a month with the exchange students.”

“No!” you groan and lay back down, trashing your feet like a child. “I refuse! I don’t wanna go! It’s hot! I’m literally melting as we speak.”

Lucifer sighs and you can hear him shaking his head. “Which is why we’re having it early in the morning.”

Closing your eyes, you groan before you sigh. “Do I have to?”

“Yes.” Was his simple answer that made you curse under your breath. “We’ll wait for you here. Get ready and come down into the dining hall.”

You click with your tongue and throw the phone on your bed, ignoring it. Closing your eyes, you find yourself laying on a blanket under a tree. There’s a soft breeze that makes the heat just a bit more bearable. There’s laughter from people and children and you smile to yourself, enjoying the peace.

It's short-lived, for the next moment the door bursts open and before you realize you’re being thrown over a shoulder as the demon in question runs out.

“Mammon!” you glare at the demon, already wiggling and trashing only to be stopped by his hands on your hips, stilling you completely. “What’s the meaning of this?” you demand.

“Talk to Lucifer!” Mammon snaps and you sigh. “He called ya thirty minutes ago!”

“What?” you’re confused. “I just talked to him.”

“It’s already half past 6, idiot.” Mammon groans. “Ya really don’ wanna leave Lucifer hanging more than ya already do, do ya?”

At that you grow limp and let him carry you. You can feel the warm breeze the moment you leave the House of Lamentation, but you don’t ask Mammon to let you down. You’re not in the mood to walk to the academy, but you feel slightly bad for letting him carry you. No one’s outside at such hour either way, so you don’t mind if anyone sees you like this. And it doesn’t seem like Mammon cares either as he’s mumbling under his breath to reach the academy quickly. Quietly you wonder why he doesn’t use his wings instead. You’d definitely be at your destination much quicker.

Only when you reach the academy, Mammon lets you down and you cross your arms with a huff. You turn your head away, refusing to meet his gaze that baffles him and wonders what the hell he's doing wrong. You look down at your pyjamas, which consists of shorts and a top—thank god you put on shorts the night before even if you’re used to sleeping only in top—, before you sigh.

“You could’ve let me change at least…” you murmur under your breath.

“And risk Lucifer’s wrath? Nah thanks.” Mammon answers and quickly adds; “Not that I’m scared of him! I just don’t wanna do more work than needed!” Then after a moment; “Ya wore this inside the House a lot too, so it’s fine. It’s just us…”

You chuckle and shake with your head as the two of you walk inside. “Is it always so hot here?”

“Today’s one of the colder days.”

“Colder?!” you hiss, glaring at him. “This is cold for you? I’m melting!”

Mammon stares at you for a moment before he bursts into laughter. Your glare intensifies, but you don’t have it in yourself to shut him up. Messing with your hair, you groan when you spot the two angels and a sorcerer walking in front of you. At the sound of Mammon’s laughter, the three turn around and smile when they spot you.

“Solomon!” you cry out, knowing that he’ll more than agree with you. He raises an eyebrow as he waits for you to rush to his side, smiling softly. “Can you tell Mammon that it’s abnormally hot?”

He chuckles and messes your hair and you wonder what’s with everyone and your hair. “It is rather hot, isn’t it?” he muses.

Only then you take his whole appearance in. He’s wearing his usual clothes that consists of black long-sleeved shirt with a mock turtleneck, black pants and a cape. You scowl at him, taking a couple of steps back to Mammon.

“I should’ve known.” You put your hand over your mouth, disbelief on your face. “You betrayed me; a fellow human! We should be sticking together, but you’re sticking with the rest! I do not know who you are.”

Amusement is clear in his eyes and before he can say anything, Barbatos approaches you, speaking: “Everyone’s already waiting.” Then his eyes are on you. “I’ve prepared some ice tea to cool down.”

You smile at that and walk to his side. “I can’t wait to drink something cold.” A pout grows on your lips. “Why does Devildom have to be so hot this time? Why can’t the exchange program happen in winter instead? I’d rather be cold than hot and unable to move.”

Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon chuckle as you walk towards the hall. A shiver runs down your spine just when you stop outside the hall and you can already hear Lucifer scolding you when you look down at your clothes. The demons certainly know the set was also your pyjama, but the rest don’t, so you hope the oldest brother won’t say anything about it. But knowing Lucifer… You shudder just thinking about it.

Much to your surprise, when you walk into the hall, it’s surprisingly chilly. Not to the point you’d need long sleeves or trousers, but just enough to make you shiver at first. You don’t mind it much, as a matter of fact you’re quite fond of the coldness that you completely miss the baffled look Lucifer is sending you. He soon composes himself when Diavolo greets everyone as you take your seats.

You’re suddenly motivated to lean down on the table, but decide against it, knowing you’ll get scolded. Although you don’t miss Diavolo looking at you once in a while, amusement quite visible both in his eyes and on his face. You only shrug when Asmodeus asks you what you’ve done to receive such reactions and you really don’t know. Perhaps it’s due to clothes you wear or how you almost slept in, or maybe it’s because of how you’re not joining in the conversations and think of all those hills and mountains you could visit back home in this heat instead.

“So,” Diavolo’s voice raises just a bit, waking you from your daydreaming. “I have an important question for exchange students.” He says and looks from one to another until his eyes fall on you last. You’re curious what he wants to ask, but for some reason you already have a hunch what this is about. “How do you find Devildom so far? Is it to your liking? Are the classes hard?”

You glance at Lucifer, who’s writing something down before you look at Barbatos, who’s smiling, like he’s expecting something to happen. You narrow your eyebrows and turn to Satan, who’s the closest to the ice tea and ask him if he can hand you some. He does so without reluctance and you smile at him in thanks. You take a sip as you listen to Diavolo’s questions and the moment he stops you raise your hand.

“Ah, [Name].” Diavolo acknowledges you. “You didn’t have to raise your hand, we’re not in class.”

All eyes turn to you. You hear Belphegor snort beside Mammon, who’s sitting beside you, while the latter is suddenly, for some reason, very nervous. Leviathan, Satan and Asmodeus watch you intrigued and in wonder while Beelzebub is quietly sipping on his ice tea. Solomon and Simeon are already smiling, like they know what you’re about to say and Luke’s chiding Beelzebub, who was more than ready to go for another ice tea.

“Please,” Diavolo gestures to you to speak.

Lucifer stops writing, his eyes focusing on you, waiting.

“Thank you, Lord Diavolo.” If you already begin, it’s good to be polite, right? You didn’t really want to be on a bad end with Lucifer regarding etiquette. It was already enough for Mammon correcting you whenever you two met with the Prince and talked to him like you were his friend. You put ice tea on the table and cross your fingers, like you’re suddenly preparing for a debate of the century.

“Before I begin, I’d like to thank Barbatos for making the most delicious ice tea I’ve ever tasted.” You begin and beam at Barbatos, who’s taking it with a shy nod, his cheeks dusted with redness. “It’s neither too sweet or unsweet, just … perfect.” You make an OK sign that makes Asmodeus and Satan laugh while Beelzebub and Luke are nodding in agreement. You see Lucifer resisting to facepalm, but you don’t miss the tick mark that appears on his forehead. “Now on the matters regarding the exchange program;” you continue; “if I were to judge it from 0 to 10—” Lucifer is looking at you with expectation and for a moment you feel bad about it. Just for a moment; “—I’d give it -10.”

The silence that spreads is nothing compared to the sudden confusion that erupts from all sides.

“W-what?”

“I-I’m sorry, did I hear that correctly?”

“-10? Like … m-minus?!”

“Can you please elaborate?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Is it possible to get such a low grade when it isn’t even a possibility?”

The only one who’s not saying anything is Lucifer. But you’re more than sure that you’ve spiked his anger if the broken pen in his hand is any of a hint.

“Please,” Diavolo speaks over everyone and although hardly, the brothers calm down. “If you could please elaborate?” he looks at you with a smile.

“It’s hot.” You answer and the brothers are looking at you like you just grew another head.

“I beg your pardon?” Lucifer speaks. You’re not sure if he’s confused or upset at your reason.

“I get you’re used to this, I really do, but, I’m just a human. I mean, I’m literally the only normal human – if we ignore the angelic side of me – and I’m melting. I’m not used to such heat. Like, okay, up to 30 degrees Celsius I get, hell even that one is too much for me to handle. The best is 20, 25 tops. That’s at the moment the only bad thing and the reason why the grade is minus.” You cross your arms and lean back. “Everything’s still okay. Sure classes are hard sometimes, since it’s a subject I never had before, but it’s passable. Everyone’s helping me around too, so I don’t have anything else to add. But the heat. Can’t anyone do something about it? I’m going to melt sooner or later.”

There’s silence that stretches before Diavolo’s laughter fills the hall.

“It’s not a laughing matter!” you slam fist on table, but no one can find your reaction upsetting, less alone Lucifer, who shows clear confusion. “I refuse to go to classes! I refuse to move from bed unless someone carries me! I refuse to do anything! Summers are meant to spend in shades and in cold places!”

If no one knew you, they’d think you’re being serious. For a moment they even took everything seriously.

“I apologize for that,” Diavolo smiles. “If I knew this heat would be unbearable for a normal human, I’d definitely take it into consideration before.”

“Hey, now I take offense to that.” you’re pouting. “Suddenly I feel like you’re not taking me seriously.”

“Be assured we do.” The Prince says and looks at Lucifer. “Perhaps we should take a week off from classes? Make it a vacation?”

“I don’t see why we should.”

“Yes!” you interrupt the demon. “In some countries they spend two months off in summer! I agree! I don’t care if it’s a week or month or two, as long as I don’t have to struggle in this heat.” You turn to Lucifer. “Would you rather have me skip classes—not that I’d actually have a chance after I said it—and have low grades or would you rather see me work and be a competent student?” you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, like you wanted to dare him to refuse the idea.

For a moment, Lucifer remains silent before he closes his eyes and sighs. “If the heat truly gets so much to you, I don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t take a day or two off.” A wide smile crosses your lips and just when you’re about to celebrate, he adds: “But this will be one chance only.”

“Eh?” you murmur, eyes staring at him. “Tch…” you click with your tongue and look away. You’re pouting, Diavolo is laughing while Beelzebub is handing you another ice tea that you happily accept. You beam at ice tea when an idea comes to you.

“No.” Lucifer denies you before you even have a chance to speak.

“You don’t even know what I wanted to say!” you oppose, pointing at him and forgetting about the etiquette you may have learned. Then again, who even cares about it when you’re upset. “Isn’t the council supposed to listen to others before making a decision?” you raise an eyebrow and a smirk grows on your lips when you see his hands twitch.

“First; I’m only the Vice President, no more.” He glares at you, but it doesn’t bother you. As a matter of fact, it almost makes you laugh at how easily he gets provoked when unnecessary. “For second, what do you want now?” he sighs and massages his temples, already feeling a headache coming.

“I forgot.” You answer with a shrug and smile ever so innocently when his elbow misses the desk when he tries to lean on it.

“Now, now,” Diavolo speaks, cutting in before Lucifer could go full demon on you.

His horns are already visible, and he’s glaring at you. You can see the brother shifting uncomfortably, even Satan, who usually remains expressionless, is looking at you in worry. Luke on the other side is sitting closer to Simeon, who, along with Solomon and Barbatos, find the situation quite amusing instead. Who would’ve thought that someone like you—a human with no special powers—could rile up the Avatar of Pride so easily.

“Why don’t we all calm down and perhaps [Name] can try to remember while we hear what the rest of exchange students want to say?” Diavolo is smiling, but the tension is clear and you can tell Diavolo wants you to calm down the moment he looks at you.

You do so, leaning back on the chair and sipping the ice tea you’re holding. You’re listening to what Solomon and Simeon are saying with Luke occasionally adding a thing or two, but you don’t miss the way Lucifer is tense. The corners of your lips turn into a smirk and he’s glaring at you, like he’s feeling it.

But then you begin to feel it before you realize it. When ice tea doesn’t sate your heat anymore, it’s only a matter of time before you grow restless. The fact that the meeting still hasn’t ended yet, is slightly growing on your nerves as well.

“Well then, why don’t we end it here for today?” Diavolo asks.

“What?” Lucifer is surprised, eyes wide as he looks at the Prince. “But we still must cover—”

“Now, now, Lucifer,” the Prince smiles. “While it’s true we still have things to cover, it won’t do us any good if not all of us are present.”

You pursue lips into a thin line, knowing he was looking after you. Even if the hall was chilly when you came in, it’s already warm and you feel sweat run down your back. The heat was growing and you didn’t like it. You narrow your eyebrows when you see Barbatos handing you another drink. You can’t bring yourself to thank him, but you still smile, although forcibly. It doesn’t sate the heat, but it’s better than nothing.

“Alright …” Lucifer sighs.

You let out a sigh of relief and watch as everyone stands up. Everyone except you. You remain sitting and no one seems to pay attention to it. Not even when they leave the hall, except for Barbatos, who is staring at you in worry.

“Are you alright?” Barbatos asks.

“Yes,” you nod, sighing quietly. “Just…not very fond of the heat. Never was.” Slowly standing on your feet, you groan, feeling uncomfortable in your own body.

“Why don’t you come to the Lord’s Castle later on?” Barbatos asks with a small smile. “I have bath salts for refreshment.”

“It’s alright,” You’re quick to refuse. “I wouldn’t like to impose on Lord Diavolo or you for that silly matter. All I need is get back to my room, do nothing and I’ll be perfectly fine by the evening.”

“While that may be the case in the human world, here summers get much hotter each day.”

You whine at that and sit back down, whimpering. “I hate summers the most. Do you think Lord Diavolo would refuse if I ask for permission to go to the beach?”

Barbatos caresses his chin, thinking. “I’m not sure, but there’s only one way for you to find out.” he smiles and it makes you grin. “Do keep in mind there’s also Lucifer.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll work it out with Lucifer.” you say determined.

[yourpreciouslilbub]

park woo jin ft lee dae hwi pt. 1 (random imagines)

member: park woo jin ft. lee dae hwi

genre: fluff, au

warnings: wrong grammar, cringiness (read at ur own risk)

summary: daydreaming about changing lives by imagining having swapping bodies with a celebrity

• y/n is so done with her life.

• online classes just make her behavior worst and tired than having face to face.

• tends to isolate herself from her main accounts not minding chats and notifications.

• it's not that you don't care or mind about other people, you just don't feel communicating lmao

• prefer spending time by spazzing, watching k-dramas, or playing.

• on a night with a full moon, hearing those unstoppable sounds of dogs in your neighborhood.

• y/n suddenly thinks of having a different kind of life she has.

• kinda corny but wishes to experience those (be careful what you wish for)

• being weird and an overthinker she just let it pass, finally decides to sleep.

• next morning came, y/n wakes up with a bright vivid light that comes from the window.

• slowly progressing what happened on the verge of 'your mind is still asleep'

• a loud 'bugsh' was heard when you fall from your bed

• white long curtains, teddy bears and other cute stuff, a mini piano with lots of music sheets scattered on it,

• colorful post-it that you also read, "you can do it" "well done." "fans are waiting for you" "love myself too" "music is hard but it's all worth it".

• and a sweet smell of vaporized candles lingers around the room.

• y/n is amused yet nervous especially when he heard the door opens.

• "daehwi-yah we will eat now, what are you doing there on the floor? still asleep?"

• woong said, questioning y/n then laugh before closing the door.

• ofc you know him. it's woong the main vocalist and fake maknae of the k-pop group that you've been stanning since their debut ab6ix.

• confused still half-awake y/n decided to check her face by looking at the mirror (more like a routine or habit daehwi does lol every morning)

• "oh my god" y/n said in Korean that made her more shocked.

• purple pajamas with messy hair but still looking handsome on it is the image that you saw in front of the mirror.

• "how did this happen?" eyes are both wide open checking if this is freaking real.

• still not syncing into reality you decided to pounder thoughts

• when you heard the other members yell daehwi's name

• so your feet take you to the familiar and at the same time unfamiliar kitchen of ab6ix.

• "why are you so weird today, daehwi-yah?" woojin asked sending his signature sparrow gaze into you.

• you suddenly feel the urge to curse bcs first you are star-struck, second, it's bared face ab6ix your idols, third park woo jin is freaking asking you why daehwi is weird, lastly, daehwi is your bias and you are in his body?

• can't process the whole information, so you just shrugged at woojin's question then sit on the empty chair beside donghyun.

• everyone is busy chit-chatting while you just eat your food silently.

• the next hours went by smoothly except those kakao messages that came from other celebrities that you know too (daehwi being a social butterfly)

• and when your manager calls you for dance and vocal practice today along with the other members

• ofc you are nervous you don't sing and dance, and daehwi's prob professional especially when writing songs how are you supposed to do that?

• with cold hands you and the other members enter the practice room.

• woojin leads it and play a warm-up song first.

• y/n is very nervous but amused at how daehwi's body moves along the beat.

• you enjoyed vocal lessons too as you kept making vibrations on the songs.

• little you did know that woojin is observing you since this morning (y'all know that park woojin is the member whose daehwi are most close with so)

• you let out a big sigh when the classes are finally over but immediately taken aback when manly arms wrapped around your shoulders.

• "we should talk," woojin murmured then drag you until you two reach his room.

• woojin's room is a combination of black and white a typical minimalist person would love this adding his collection of action figurines.

• he's so manly, you thought to yourself.

• "daehwi-yah, spill it," he said breaking the silence between the two of you.

• "i-uh is there something that i s-should spill?" you want to slap yourself for stammering in front of him.

• while he gave you his 'oh pls btch stop acting like you don't know anything at all'

• when he realized that you don't have any plans to answer his question

• "YAHHHH PARK WOO JIN"

• "see? daehwi is not like that," he said while crossing his arms in front of you.

• did park woo jin literally brought his face closer to the point that you two could kiss and thinking of it happened a few moments ago made your face red like a tomato.

• "daehwi's not minding it but you— who are you?"

• y/n's heart suddenly beats faster than normal, she wants to defend herself but no words would escape from her lips.

• "sweetie, don't be afraid it's just me park woo jin" he said smiling showing his snaggletooth.

• intimidated. that's what you're feeling right now. seeing him this close makes your heartbeat wild adding that he's interrogating you.

• you didn't have a choice it's now or never so you told woojin everything.

• at first he didn't believe it but when he challenged you to make simple sentences for lyrics he started to believe you.

• months past like that, woojin is there guiding you every time he sees that you prob gonna ruin smth

• y/n and woojin always spend time a lot together after rehearsals, practices, classes, gym, or even if you don't have anything scheduled for the day.

• you know him for being clingy with daehwi as you always watch their behind clips but damn having skinship with woojin really hits different

• it made your heart flutter every time he does it (but u only keep it to yourself)

• he kisses you sometimes on your cheek when you two are alone

• that's how park woo jin and y/n became close.

• today y/n is super hype bcs she saw the first snow

• woojin messaged you on kakao stating that he has a surprise so you two agreed to meet

• knowing him, maybe it's another prank or somehow something nice happen for him to celebrate it

• so you decided to wear daehwi's purple balenciaga sweater partnered with burberry coat and ofc his favorite dior bag that you can't forget to bring with

• you really like to dress up that's why you don't find it hard to style daehwi bcs daehwi already have a lot of designer clothes that made it easier for you

• before heading out, you sprayed daehwi's saint laurent perfume enjoying your personal favorite scent among his collection

• "y/n, you're late" woojin called as he waves at you.

• "i am not, you're just early" you rolled your eyes at him realizing that he wears his balenciaga pack again.

• others would find it weird but you call it 'pack' bcs his overall fashion is all balenciaga and it makes you roll your eyes more at him bcs you already know that he's freaking rich

• does he want to slap on my face that he could buy this entire house just for me to say that he's freaking rich? you thought.

• woojin pulled your wrist making you sit beside him

• it's not that you feel awkward with him, what's with the pulling and the intense gaze that he gives you right now

• y/n can't look straight at woojin bcs of her wildly beating heart.

• woojin held your chin so that you could have an eye to eye contact and when you two have—

• "woojin i—"

• "y/n i—"

• you both said at the same time.

• when you broke eye contact and decided to stand up woojin stop you but this time he held your hand.

• he stands up filling the gap between the two of you

• y/n stand there froze don't know what to do

• again woojin approach you, slowly, pulling you closer to him (tho there's not that much diff abt hwi and woojin's height)

• "i like you, y/n" he said while seriously looking into your eyes

• and like instructions that you follow to do, next thing you knew you found yourself closing your eyes waiting for his lips to touch with yours

• but you suddenly feel dizzy,

• then started to feel hot, mixed emotions.

• "y/n?" "y/n?"

• you open your eyes finding yourself in front of your monitor having online classes

• "y/n, show us your talent now"

• you don't know what to feel, felt crying bcs finally you are now back with your original body, happy bcs woojin confessed to you a while ago, sad bcs you can't see and bond with them now, and there's a big question mark on why and how you returned in the time of your online classes.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

50 Things I’m Convinced Tay & Joe Do - Part 2

1. Joe standing in front of the mirror and checking his outfit for the hundredth time before visiting her parents. He’d then constantly walk up to her, asking “Does this look alright? Or is it too much?“ and Taylor would just laugh at his nervousness but find it very cute that he cares so much about what her parents think.

2. Taylor always wearing glasses around the house and him telling her everytime how sexy her PJ and glasses attire is to him

3. Taylor excitedly pointing to the window and saying “Horses” whenever they pass a herd of Horses while driving through the English countryside.

4. Joe always looking at her food with a touch of disappointment on his face and murmuring “should’ve gotten what you got, love” every single time they order Chinese food, which is slowly driving her insane.

5. Taylor making Joe watch “The Sense of an Ending” for the eleventh time because she’s so proud of his accomplishments and wants him to be ’proud of his craft’ which he always comments with rolling eyes but a smile on his face.

6. Taylor giggling hysterically whenever Joe is seen on screen and holding his hand throughout the entire movie while squeezing it whenever his charm or acting skills are impressing her a bit more.

7. Joe always agreeing to watch his movies with her because her excited giggles and proud smiles are what gets him through every rough day even after a failed audition.

8. Joe always kissing her fingertips whenever they sit in the car and she complains about her cold hands.

9. Joe pressing his nose into her hair while mumbling a loud “no no no no no” after the alarm goes off in the morning.

10. Joe laughing and saying “s’ fine. Mummy’s just having a lot of fun” when Olivia starts meowing because she got scared by Taylor’s moans coming from the bedroom. Taylor would just start laughing from underneath him in bed, slowly coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm and mumbling “we have to shut the door next time, baby.“

11. Joe sometimes stepping up right behind her to place his hands on her back while she’s rinsing off the dishes and Taylor mumbling a quiet “Yeah go on, I could use a massage, baby.” which is always quickly followed by “No, Joe. Not on my boobs.” and his mischievous laugh in her neck.

12. Taylor always sending him random selfies, wether she’s grumpy and on the plane or just woke up on the other side of the globe because he told her once how his day always lightens up when he looks at his phone and sees her face.

13. Joe becoming really shy and not able to react cool anymore whenever she’s bragging about how he’s the “most amazing guy in the world“ in front of her entire family on a holiday.

14. Taylor standing in front of the patio door of her Rhode Island home, trying to get Olivia inside before it starts to rain even harder. „Olivia. C’mon. It’s raining!“ She’d yell, has no clue how to get the stubborn cat inside. Joe would walk up to her and slowly open the door a bit more to step outside “m’ getting her. One wet pussy in this household is enough.“ he’d say with a mischievous smirk on his face before getting hit by his girlfriend, who can’t believe how cocky he is at times: "You did not just say that, Joseph.”

15. Joe sometimes whispering a low „you’re the love of my life, do you know that..“ while laying awake in the middle of the night, holding her in his arms and listening to her soft snores and starring at her for minutes.

16. Joe and Taylor watching BBC documentaries until the middle of the night and having deep conversations and discussions about it afterwards.

17. Joe sometimes smiling at her in the middle of a serious discussion about a certain topic that was part of the documentary and answering with a quiet “god, you’re so smart. you have no idea how sexy that is.”

18. Taylor constantly burning her fingers while cooking and Joe always yelling a concerned “be more careful, baby. please.“ from upstairs.

19. Taylor’s heart melting when she enters the living room after preparing some food for her godson and finding Joe and him cuddling together on the couch and reading a book together.

20. Taylor always wearing his clothes in the house when he’s gone a for a few days for work. Even though his sweatpants are way to big for her, she’d always find a way to make’m fit while having a chilled day at home with the cats.

21. Joe calling Tay “the master of cheese“ because she always adds an extra layer of cheese on her pizza whenever they’re at home.

22. Tay and Joe watching “The Voice Kids UK“ on TV and Joe mumbling an impressed “we should really produce kids, baby.“ after hearing all these talented children sing which causes Taylor to giggle quietly, cuddle closer to him and daydream about the future.

23. Tay and Joe having these little inside jokes that are literally annoying everyone around them. Wether it’s on a night out with friends or at her parents house for dinner: One look is always enough to make the two burst out in laughter without anyone else getting the joke.

24. Taylor always bending up to him, pressing her face in his neck and kissing his warm skin softly before giving him a long hug.

25. Joe having a light obsession with her hair. He’d play with her ponytail whenever she’s sitting next to him, take every opportunity he can to run his big hands through her hair or kiss her head over her bangs because she just smells too good for him to stay away.

26. Joe and Tay both having these random habits that are a result of spending too much time together. For example, her starting to pick at Joe’s plate in the restaurant and putting some of his food on her plate as soon as the meal has arrived and everyone of her friends and family looking at her with a questioning look while she’d just casually answer with "he doesn’t eat eggplant.“ and Joe thankfully starting to eat his food afterwards.

27. Joe saying random phrases at times, like: „Der kaffee schmeckt koestlich. German. For ‚the coffee is delicious“ while packing his suitcase and her always repeating every single one of his remarks.

28. Joe feeling Tay get a bit jealous deep down inside whenever he talks about a romantic scene he was shooting on set and Taylor acting as if she couldn’t care less.

29. Joe and Tay being not just lovers but best friends. So much, that he even feels comfortable to ask her questions about the female body he always had because growing up with two brothers did not help him to develop a basic knowledge about the female emotions. He’d ask things like “Does it feel weird to have a tampon inside you?“ or "Is it annoying to have to wear a bra in public all the time?” which always makes Taylor laugh.

30. Joe always taking notes in his head about the moves and actions that bring her the most pleasure while making love. Like, every change of position, every pressure on his fingers, every kiss behind her ear that would bring her closer to climax would be saved in the back of his head. And over time, he knows exactly what buttons to push to make her come undone in his hands after only a few minutes.

31. Joe loving to wash her hair whenever they take a shower together

32. Taylor treating him like a baby whenever he’s sick. She’d cook him soup and tea, check on him every ten minutes, put on his favorite movies and mumble a casual “my poor baby.“ while Joe has cuddled his head into her neck and her stroking his scalp while laying in bed with him.

33. Joe convincing her how freeing it feels to sleep naked with nothing on but some underpants and her discovering that feeling of freedom in her bedroom of not having to put on some pyjamas to sleep but instead sleep skin on skin right next to him.

34. Joe feeling depressed all day long whenever he had the pleasure to fall asleep with her in his arms and having to wake up alone because she had to catch an early flight.

35. Joe trying to hide it, but finding it extremely cute whenever she couldn’t sleep at night and wakes up with puffy eyes and little curls all over her head.

36. Taylor always admiring how intelligent and well educated he is whenever he starts to explain her something about the economical outcomes of England becoming independent again and leaving the EU.

37. Taylor being dead serious while telling her mom that her future grandkids are destined to be blonde weirdos with huge foreheads and an indefinable accent.

38. Joe always providing her with her whip cream and chocolate when she’s on her period which leads to Tay mumbling an agitated “thanks for supporting my disgusting eating habits.“ while having her mouth full of whip cream and laying in front of the TV like a pregnant woman.

39. Taylor being super moody somedays and picking stupid fights over every stupid little thing.

40. Joe always being the one to end an argument even though he’s just as stubborn as her, but he simply cannot take a few hours of being in the same house as her and not loving up on her in any way.

41. Taylor discussing with him if “Taylor Alwyn” sounds good or not and Joe confessing to her that he sometimes dreams about introducing her as “Mrs. Alwyn” to strangers.

42. Joe receiving some messages from his family and friends on her birthday saying “Happy Birthday to your girlfriend” and he replied to every single one of them with “What girlfriend?”

43. Taylor fixing his hair almost every morning because the longer it gets, the more he complains.

44. Taylor playing him all the songs she wrote for him on piano while he just sits next to her, listening to her for hours.

45. Joe surprising her on set while Tay is shooting a music video and bringing Andrea and her their favorite Starbucks drinks which gives him extra mother-in-law points.

46. Joe chatting with Andrea while Tay is shooting some scenes and him constantly gushing about how amazing she looks, how nervous she has been all morning and what a talented actress she’d be while Andrea just looks at him in awe, thinking about how in love this guy must be with her daughter.

47. Taylor imitating his accent at times and saying “Baby, would you like some more wootaah?” and him just overhearing it because she starts doing it all the time that he basically got used to it.

48. Joe casually pinching her bum whenever she walks by just to hear her squeak.

49. Joe eating the most sugary and unhealthy chocolate peanut butter cereal for breakfast every morning and Taylor watching him while wondering how he can still be in such a good physical condition without suffering from diabetes or obesity.

50. Joe hating to wake her up in the morning when she’s sick but has to catch a flight to work on some very important and album related things. He’d carefully crawl into bed to her once again and kiss her face at least ten times before whispering a soft “it’s time, baby.” in her ear, pulling her inside his warm arms after hearing her complain already and mumbling “I know, baby. I know. I love you so much.” in her hair to make waking up for her while being super sick just a little better.

[starrymarktuan]

Early Morning

» Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

» Genre: Fluff

» Word Count: 1,930

» Description: Reminiscing over coffee.

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When Jackson woke up the sky was a dull grey, cloudy mass; the smell of rain filtered in through the cracked window on the south wall, fluttering in past the dark blue curtains you loved so much. He made a noise of distaste and ran his hand down his face, frustrated. He’d been getting up early so frequently that he found the habit hard to break. As he’d been falling asleep last night, the both of you thoroughly fucked-out, he’d pictured waking up with you in his arms and a mid-morning sun shining in.

Rather, you were curled into the other side of the bed with the blankets wrapped tightly around you. He was blanket-less and naked, exposed to the cool air of the morning. He glared at you half-heartedly, shivering. You were all for cuddling while you were awake, but as soon as you fell asleep you (often figuratively, but sometimes literally) shoved him to the other side of the bed, taking the blankets with you.

Jackson rolled over and lightly kissed your cheek, trying not to wake you; a glance at the clock read 4:56AM; “Fuck,” he muttered. He slid to the edge of the bed and touched his bare feet to the floor, another shiver running up his spine, causing him to mutter another frustrated curse. He walked into the closet and dressed quickly and as warmly as possible. He was whispering softly in Chinese about how cold it was and why was it so cold and why was he awake so early and why did he have to hide his biceps, etc.

Once changed, he padded over to the window and pulled it shut, instantly relieved by the loss of the chilling breeze. He peeked up at the clouds and guessed at a storm. The idea of spending a day in with you warmed him immediately. It had been too long since the two of you had spent a lazy day together.

Jackson turned and walked toward your side of the bed, kissing your cheek again and tucking the sheets into you tightly. You whined slightly at the jostling movement but otherwise stayed asleep. Jackson rolled his eyes at you but smiled nonetheless.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he whispered before leaving the room.

He walked silently into the kitchen, turning on the light as he went. He turned to check on the bedroom door, making sure no light would seep into the room and wake you. He looked around the kitchen and made up his mind: coffee first, breakfast in bed second.

Jackson walked to the cupboard and retrieved the coffee grinds and the liners. He did each task of coffee preparation with the skill of someone who has done this every day for the past three years. He was taken aback by that thought, pausing as he scooped grinds into the filter. Three years? Had it really been that long? Three years living together meant...almost four years together total? He placed the filter and its holder back into the machine and turned to get the water. He thought back to four years ago. How could it have gone by so quickly?

He poured the water into the machine carefully, daydreaming about the day he’d first met you. It was a day kind of like this one, now that he thought about it. Gloomy and overcast, brisk and chilly. You had accidentally retreated from the cold outside and into the lobby of JYP, and the security guard was giving you a hard time about it.

Jackson had entered through the front with Mark and Youngjae, the others following behind. Youngjae commented on the pools of water near the doors, and Mark said something sarcastic back. Jackson’s eyes had followed the trail of water to your shivering figure.

You were wearing leggings and an oversized hoodie, both soaked through. You were curled into yourself and shivering, and the security guard was red-faced as he talked to you. A protective instinct snapped in Jackson as he saw you huddling away from the angry employee.

As he approached, Youngjae calling out to him to see where he was going, he could hear your stuttered excuses, “I’m so sorry, I’ve been walking in this for almost an hour. Can’t I just wait out the rain? It’s very cold outside.” As he got closer he could see your shaking, cold fingers and your lips tinged with blue, water dripping down your face.

“Get out!” the old security guard blubbered, “You’re not allowed in here! Employees only!”

Jackson’s heart pounded in his chest and he swooped in without hesitating. Before he could consider what he was doing he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tucked you into his side. Your head snapped up to his figure, and he could see your adorable furrowed brow in his peripheral. He could feel your chill against his side, his warmth spreading to your skin. Feeling this warmth, your body curled into his side involuntarily, seeking comfort for your chilled bones.

“She’s with me,” Jackson said, looking directly at the security officer, “I asked her to meet me here,” then he turned to you and said, “Jagiya if I had known you were going to walk, I would’ve picked you up.” He turned to face you fully, taking your hands in his to warm them up. He looked at your face full on for the first time and had his breath knocked out of him.

Your eyes were wide and gorgeous, looking up at him terrified and nervous, and hopeful. Your lips were quivering and slightly blue, and your hair was glued to your face because of all of the water. Jackson found himself watching a drop slide down your face, to your neck and disappear beneath the hoodie. He wanted to tuck you into his chest and hold you until you felt better.

The coffee maker beeped underneath his fingertips, the hot water pouring over the coffee beans and into the pot. Jackson smiled as the smell filled the air and he turned to the fridge. He paused in front of the doors as two small arms wrapped around his torso.

“Babe,” Jackson whined, “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.” He brought his hands to fold over yours, warming the tips of your fingers much like he did when you’d first met.

You tighten your hold around his waist, kissing the spot beneath his ear, “I don’t care.”

“I was trying to be romantic,” he said, turning in your grasp to face you, smiling despite himself.

“You are romantic,” you laughed, nuzzling your face into his chest. You had never been with anyone quite as romantic as Jackson, or as caring and loving. He shamed all other boyfriends. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. That is until he noticed that you weren’t wearing socks.

��Jagiya!” he scolded, “Go put on socks! And pants! It’s freezing and you’re going to get a cold!” he said, turning you away from him and pushing you towards the bedroom. He watched you walk back to the room, looking back to smile at him. His heart swelled in his chest. It had been almost four years, he thought, and he loved you more every moment. He thought his heart would burst.

While you were gone he poured you both cups of coffee and walked over to the couch, breakfast long forgotten. He sipped at his, and left yours on the table, closing his eyes and waiting for you. The feel of the coffee in his hands and the smell filling his nose recalled images of your first date. As he put his cup next to yours on the table, he saw the memory play in his mind. He’d gotten a similar feeling in his chest that day, too.

You had asked him to coffee, insisting that you repay him for his courtesy that rainy day. Jackson didn’t even try to be humble or play hard to get - he wanted to see you again, tact be damned. He’d agreed immediately, antsy for the date already.

He arrived first, sitting nervously at a table by the window. It was only the day after he had saved you from the security guard, so the sky was still overcast and grey. He found the weather comforting as if the dark clouds were a blanket ensuring the safety of this date, of his budding feelings.

He looked up when the bell dinged and the door opened, and just like the first time he’d seen you in the lobby, he went breathless. This was a totally different look from the soaked-kitten aesthetic you’d been sporting yesterday. Your hair was down and curled, your makeup was perfectly set and you were wearing a cozy winter-dress.

You caught sight of Jackson in the shop immediately, and you were nervous as you headed towards him. You’d spent nearly two hours getting ready that day; you curled your hair, did and redid your makeup, called your best friend to pick an outfit. You were slightly nervous that he was an idol, but most of your anxiety arose from how perfect he was. You wanted to feel as perfect as you could, too.

“Hey, did you order yet?” you asked, your voice taking on an airy, breathless tone. Jackson shook his head, his eyes wide, unable to form words just yet. You took your bag off and placed it on the table, retrieving your wallet.

“What did you want?” you wondered, “I’ll go order,” you smiled.

“Oh, you don’t have to…”

“I insist,” you said, looking down and tucking your hair behind your ear, “It’s the least I can do.”

“Oompf!” Jackson groaned as you jumped into his lap on the couch, causing his mind to fast-forward four years in two seconds, “Hello,” he said, kissing your cheek. You settled into his lap so that your back was against his chest and your legs were thrown over his.

“Hi,” you said, leaning over to pick up your own cup of coffee, “What were you thinking about so intensely?” You sipped it sheepishly, pulling back when it burnt your tongue.

Jackson wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling your back into his chest so that your head could rest in the crook of his neck. He kissed your hair and murmured, “Our first date.”

“Oh gosh,” you said, hiding your face in his neck, “I was so nervous.”

“Me too,” he chuckled.

“No way,” you scoffed, sipping your coffee again, “Confident and charismatic Jackson Wang, GOT7 idol and junior Olympic fencer!”

“Aish,” he said, tickling you in the sides so that you squealed your surrender.

“You were stunning, okay?” he said, “And I wanted you to like me.”

“I am gorgeous, huh?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “Why were you nervous, then? Cause of ‘confident and charismatic Jackson Wang, GOT7 idol and junior Olympic fencer’?”

“I mean, kinda, but mostly because you just seemed so perfect - gorgeous, of course,” he hummed his approval, sipping his coffee, “but also really sweet and kind. I wanted you to like me too.”

He smiled at you for a moment, kissing you softly, coffee mingling on your lips. He sighed into the back of your neck and said, “And three years later you’re hogging all the blankets and drinking all the coffee.”

“Yah,” you whined, turning on his lap so that you faced him, “You know you love it!”

“Yup,” Jackson said, his hand on the back of your neck pushing your lips towards his for a heated kiss.