#i promise winky face

[jamboreeartsupplies]

smh im sorry for being gone, tbh things have been a bit stressful irl and also i still haven't been able to customise any of my furbs so i feel bad and i never leave the house so i dont have fun and cool pics to share :(

[joonsmagicshop]

Wait For Me?

Summary: Yoongi has to leave you for two whole weeks because of work. He asks you to wait for him and you get a very naughty idea, what if while you wait for him...he waits for you too

Paring: Yoongi/Reader

Work Count: 8K

Rating: M/18+

Tags: smut, sub Yoongi, slight dom Yoongi, Dom reader, not cuming for two weeks. desperate Yoongi, dirty talk, mentions of Yoongi's balls (We have all seen the bulge pics), video call masturbation, eating pussy, Yoongi is a whiny boy, reader calls him baby boy and gives him pet names.

Authors Note: Tag list people I am so sorry!!!!! I was fixing my tumblr and completely deleted this fic on accident so this is a repost. Also this is filth like this is absolutely top five filthiest things I have written (so far) so please enjoy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

As you were about to take the chocolate chip muffins out of the oven your phone vibrated loudly against the countertop.

You hastily took them out, knowing how easy it would be to get distracted by your phone and burn the surprise you worked on for your boyfriend Yoongi.

You placed them on the stovetop to cool and quickly shucked off the bright blue oven mits Yoongi had bought you last Christmas and you picked up your phone to see a message from him.

Yoongi: Sorry darling looks like we have a meeting that is going longer than we thought. I’ll be home later. I’ll pick up something for dinner though

You frown when you read the message as you check the clock, it’s already five and Yoongi should have been on his way home.

You knew what you were getting into dating Min Yoongi of BTS and while you had assured him time and time again you were okay with him working long hours, being gone for days even months at a time and you were okay with being hidden for your own safety, sometimes it still made you sad how little time you got to spend with him.

You: It’s okay Yoongs. You pick up dinner I already made dessert so we are even ;)

Yoongi: Is this a euphemism or did you actually make dessert… I do remember promising to eat you out after we couldn’t wait to fuck last time

You: Gonna have to come home and find out sweetness, though I like the way you think and I’m holding you to that promise ;)

You felt yourself blush as you slowly took the now-cooled muffins out of the tin and began to place them in a plastic container.

Yoongi: Fuck.

You shake your head with a small smile on your face as you make your way back to the couch. You gather up your big blanket and drape it over your bare legs as you open your book to the page it was on before the timer dinged. You figured you might as well get settled in while you waited for Yoongi.

Yoongi: Well I know what’s on the menu for dessert ;) But what do you want me to pick up for dinner?

You blush when you read his message and feel a giddiness spread throughout your veins.

You: Whatever you like sweetness. I’m providing dessert anyway so your choice.

Yoongi: Babe you're going to make me hard in this meeting

You: I can’t help it if I like flustering my boy. Love it when you get all blushy and hard over something as simple as eating pussy.

Yoongi: Namjoon is shooting me death glares because I can’t concentrate you minx.

You giggle again and send him a winky face before locking your phone and opening your book with a satisfied smile.

Two hours later you hear the front door open and you tilt your head back to see Yoongi standing there in a plain white teeshirt and sweats. His hair is long and falling in front of his exquisite face and you put your bookmark in your book and saunter over to him.

You help him by taking some of the takeout food bags and you both comfortably slide into your routine of him setting the table and you setting the food up.

You both take your usual places at the table and you give him a quick peck on the cheek as you sit. His face flushes red and you grin at how easily flustered he seems to get with small acts of affection.

You talk about your day and Yoongi listens as you both dig in. The sunlight has long faded and you light some candles and dim the lights for the ambiance of it all.

Yoongi is usually pretty shy and quiet but tonight he seems extra quiet, letting your voice and stories fill the silence as he chews his food and sips his water.

You can tell something is off and while you want to give Yoongi the space to tell you himself as the night goes on he seems to draw into himself more, hardly looking at you and making himself smaller.

“Yoongs everything okay?” You ask as you stand to clean the dishes.

“I uh. Yeah. I mean. Our meeting today was shit.” He says as you abandon cleaning to shove your chair closer to his, letting your bare knee brush against his clothed one and intertwining your fingers with his long ones.

“You can talk to me about it you know. Here I was blabbing about my day when you had a crappy day. I’m sorry sweetness.” You say as he lowers his eyes to your intertwined hands and your stomach jolts with nerves.

“It’s okay I like hearing about your day. I love your voice.” He whispers.

You rub your thumb across his and give him time and space to speak.

“We got news today that we have a press release to do. In Los Angeles.” He mutters keeping his voice low as the candle on the table flickers and illuminates the beautiful curves of his face.

“That’s awesome Yoongi. You always have fun when you go to the States! When do you leave?” You ask brushing a lock of hair away from his eyes.

His mouth forms a hard line and your stomach drops.

“Tomorrow morning, eight am. Bright and early. Gone for two weeks…as of now” He scoffs as you feel your heart sink in your chest.

Yoongi just got home a week ago and you had all these plans and house renovations you wanted to complete and they were sending him away early.

“Namjoon was pissed. He said we had just gotten home and hardly had time to spend with loved ones before we were whisked away again. PR told us we don’t have a choice.” Yoongi grits out looking angry and torn as he rakes his hands through his hair to push it back from his face.

You rub his palm with your thumb trying to soothe him as he rants on.

About how unfair it is

About how much he loves the fans but he doesn’t want to leave again when he just got back

About how Hoseok complained because he promised his family he would spend a week away with them at their summer home and now he can’t

You take it all in and let Yoongi rant. You see how tense his shoulders get and you quickly get up off your chair to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Yoongs. I know you don’t want to go.” You say softly petting his hair as he melts into your shoulder and lets you comfort him.

“I just got you back I don’t want to go again. I hate leaving you.” He whines as you deliver a soft kiss to the crown of his head and he looks up at you through wide eyes.

“I’m gonna miss you too much. I lost you for two months now I get you back for a week and I’m gone again. I didn’t even get to fuck you as much as I planned.” He pouts which has you smirking and blushing as you rake your hands through his soft dark locks.

“We did have plans to make up for lost time.'“ You tease as Yoongi groans and closes his eyes.

“Don’t remind me. Being away from you last time was torture. Two whole months without you and this week we were so busy we hardly had alone time. And I had all these plans and things I wanted to do sexually and now we can’t” He groaned.

You let out a laugh.

“You were planning our sex life while working?” You ask in disbelief.

“Nah usually at night when I couldn’t sleep. I find staring at the ceiling dealing with time zone differences and jet lag gives you all sorts of time to think….and plan.” He says with a grin that has your pulse racing.

“You horndog!” You tease smacking his arm as he wraps his arms around you caging you in.

“Says the one who got me hard during a meeting today! I don’t even have time for dessert I have to start packing.” He says sadly.

“Sweetness I like the way you think but I did make dessert. Well…chocolate chip muffins. Bring them with you and share them with the boys.” You say as he stares up at you.

“As long as I don’t have to share you I’ll share the muffins….I guess.” He teases as you press a kiss to his forehead and smile against his warm skin.

You pull away and he gets up from his chair and you both get to work cleaning the kitchen. You had to admit the evening took a somber turn and even though you tried to be happy and excited for Yoongi and the band heading to LA for more press and to get their names out there, you were going to miss him terribly. A week was not enough time especially when you spent most of it visiting with your family, or his, or catching up with friends who missed you both.

After the kitchen is clean you both end up in the bedroom. Instead of sexy times, you are sprawled on the bed watching as he grabs his large black suitcase and places it on the bed next to you, then goes through all his drawers to see what he needs.

“Ugh, it’s going to be cold in LA. I’m going to have to pack so many sweaters and they take up so much room.” He sighs as he places a stacked pile of neatly folded sweaters on the bed and you watch as he sorts them all.

“Well save some for me. I like to wear your stuff when you’re gone.” You remind him with a grin as he picks a sweater from the bottom of the pile to throw your way.

It’s the soft black pullover sweater he wears all the time that no matter how many times it’s washed it always smells like him.

You grin and throw it over your head.

“It should just be yours. You look so much cuter in it than I do,” he admits as you crawl forward on the bed pushing his luggage out of the way to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Don’t say that Yoongs. You are just as cute as me if not cuter.” You tease which has him blushing pink and grinning like a fool.

“I’m not cute.” He mutters though you can tell he is pleased with being called cute.

Something you learned about Yoongi was as much as he adored receiving compliments he had a hard time accepting them and believing them. It was something the two of you were working on.

“Nope, my cute detector is going crazy every time I’m near you so it must be you who is the cute one.” You reply making beeping noises that have him blushing and giggling behind his hands

“You are so cute Yoongs. Especially when you wear sweaters that are too big and it gives you sweater paws, or when the weather is cold and your cheeks get extra rosy, or when you pretend to be this big and bad rapper but you become my subby little boy behind closed doors.” You continue as he gasps and you see a blush flood his cheeks.

“Stoppp you're making me blush!” He whines as you giggle and grab his wrists to move his hands from his pretty flushed face.

“Was that something you were thinking about on those long nights? How good it feels to be my subby baby boy and let me do whatever I want to you? Hmm?” You tease as you feel a sort of power heat up your skin at Yoongi’s flushed expression.

It took almost a year for Yoongi to admit that while he loves being in control during sex he also likes to be taken care of. You both had a long conversation about it and in your mind it made sense. Yoongi was the type of person to put everyone else first and always take care of others. Of course, he would like to be taken care of as well.

You had started playing around with the dynamic six months ago but with all his traveling you were having less and less time to explore this new and exciting part of your sex life.

“Y/N You’re gonna make me hard.” He whines as you look down to see a sizeable bulge in his sweats and you grin in satisfaction.

“My sweetness getting so hard just from thinking about me playing with him hmm? So horny Yoongs.” You provoked as your hand slipped from his shoulder to down his firm chest as you watched him suck in a breath. By the time you made it to his sizeable bulge, his cock was straining against the material and stretching it to show off his impressive length and girth.

“Y/N. I-” He looked at the alarm clock on the night table and groaned. “We don’t have time. I have to be up in five hours for the airport.”

You knew he was right but that didn’t stop you from giving his cock a squeeze which had a high whine leaving his mouth.

“You are right. I kind of hate that you’re right though.” You say with a soft laugh as you try to hide how affected you were by the whole thing too.

“Believe me I do too. I’m gonna miss you. I’m gonna miss this.” He admits as he leans in and kisses you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders again and sit back on your knees as Yoongi deepens the kiss. His hair is soft and tickles your face as your mouth molds to his and you feel him smile against your lips.

“You will wait for me right?” He asks in a small voice when he finally pulls away from the kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere Yoongs.” You reply in the same small voice as he shoots you a small smile.

He pulls away and continues to pack as you lay back down on the bed and answer some messages on your phone.

You can’t help but stare at your hot boyfriend and the fact his bulge is still evident in his pants. You could see the outline and while he seemed to be nonchalant about it you were not and it was making you needy.

He moved around the room collecting things and you ogled him until an idea popped into your head. A way for you both to still explore things sexually while he was out of town.

You of course had already tried sexting and very naked video calls but this would be something…new. Something that made your core throb and your heart race.

“Okay, I’m packed,” Yoongi announces snapping you from your thoughts as you stare at him with a mischievous grin.

“Oh, I know that look. You are scheming and planning something. What is it?” He asks as you abandon your phone and push yourself off the bed to stand in front of him.

“Yoongi. You know how you asked if I’d wait for you.” You start slowly trying to control your excitement.

“The conversation we had five minutes ago...yes?” He teases as you bite your lip.

“Can you promise you will wait for me too?” You ask batting your eyes at him.

“I’m not sure what you mean?” He says voice low.

“Well. You like being my subby sweet boy don’t you.” You ask with a dark tone to your voice and a tilt of your head.

Yoongi swallows hard and nods.

“And you lay in your bed all alone and think of me, and plan fun sexy things to do when you get home.” You goad as he nods again.

“And does my Yoongi touch himself when he thinks about these things? Do you wrap your fingers around your cock and try to stay quiet while jerking yourself off?” You ask as Yoongi’s eyes are blown wide.

“I’m going to take that as a yes. Well, this time. You won’t. If I have to wait for you, I want you to wait for me. Two weeks. No cumming until you get home.” You say firmly as Yoongi’s mouth drops open and he gasps.

“Y/N” He whines but by the look in his eye you know he really likes this idea.

“You can’t tell me you can’t hold back for only two weeks. Are you an animal Yoongs? Do you really need your hands around you cock that bad?”

He shakes his head, lips parted and wet from licking them as he stares at you in shock.

“I-fuck I hate that idea but it’s also hot as fuck.” He admits as you trail a fingernail down his chest and he sucks in a gasp.

“Why? You want me to sit here and wait for you while you get to travel the world Are you telling me you are so fucking needy you can’t last two weeks without jerking off?” You bite out

“I think I’ll explode.” He admits shyly as you smirk.

“You will explode… when you get home. All over my face, or in my mouth, or pussy. I guess I have two weeks to decide don’t I?” You ask him as he nods.

You trail your hand down further and when you get to his sizeable bulge you cup it and he cries out softly. His cock jerks in your hand and his head lolls forward to watch your movements.

You waste no time slipping your hand in his pants and encircling his hard cock. Yoongi groans when you jerk him root to tip, and when you flick your hand over the crown of his cock your fingers are soaked with precum.

“So messy Yoongs.” You taunt as he thrusts up in your hand and fucks your fist.

It takes hardly any time before he is whining your name and spilling all over your fist. You work him through it and Yoongi is a whining shaking mess as you slow your movements and remove your hand.

You go to the ensuite bathroom to get cleaned up and you smirk when you can hear Yoongi’s labored breathing. You feel your arousal stick to your sleep shorts and you try to ignore the insistent throbbing of your pussy as you wash your hands.

When you come back in the bedroom the luggage is moved to the floor and Yoongi is flopped on his back on the bed in just his boxers

You stand in front of him with a warm cloth and Yoongi opens his eyes long enough to watch as you pull his boxers down to free his now soft cock and you take your time wiping him clean though most of his release got on your fist anyway.

You throw the cloth in the laundry and cup his now soft cock in your hand.

“D-Don’t Sensitive.” He whines out as you release his cock to cup his balls.

“All nice and empty Yoongs. If they look like this when you come home you are in big trouble.” You warn as he shivers under you and you tuck him back into his boxers.

You slide into bed next to him and he rolls over to spoon you taking his time wrapping his arms around you and pushing his cock into your backside, you can start to feel hardening again.

“Really Yoongi?” You tease as he chuckles softly in your hair.

“I can’t help it you are so hot. And the fact you aren’t letting me cum for two weeks. It’s going to be torture but it’s also kind of hot.” He admits as you smile against the pillow and fall asleep.

Seven days in and everything seemed to be okay.

You both got into an easy rhythm of texting each other when you could and sending pictures throughout the day.

His pictures always made you smile and miss him even more as you finally got to the weekend of your first week.

He had told you he was going to have Friday night off so you agreed to video call, showering right after work, and making a quick dinner so you could see him regardless of the time difference.

When you heard the shrill ring of your phone you bolted towards it almost knocking it right off the bed as you scrambled to answer.

Your heart thumped wildly when you saw his face on the screen. He looked just as beautiful as he did when he left and you both took the time to get caught up.

Joy seemed to radiate off both of you in waves and after almost two hours you finally had run out of things to say.

“It sounds like you are having a blast Yoongi! I knew you’d have fun!” You say as you pull the blankets up higher on your legs and get the pillows behind your back to prop yourself up.

Yoongi shoots you a gummy smile and you smile back at him, feeling warmth radiate from your chest. You love him so much it’s insane.

“Yeah I’m having fun, but I still miss you.” He acknowledges as you grin and rub your legs together to try and warm them up. The bed is always a lot colder when he is gone and the raging windstorm outside doesn’t help.

“I miss you too Yoongs. I miss your smile and your hugs and how you always make the perfect breakfast for me. I miss when you sing under your breath and I miss your hands.”

“My… hands?” He asks cutting you off with a confused expression

“Well, your fingers I guess. You have such nice fingers and hands Yoongi. Your hands are all veiny and your fingers are so long…” You trail off as you cock and eyebrow and Yoongi’s lips part.

“Yeah…” He says lowly as you feel arousal pool in your panties

Insatiable need coursed through your veins as you remember the last time you were with Yoongi. How you wrapped your hand around his cock and made him fall apart without even fully getting him naked. How he instantly succumbed to your idea of making him wait two weeks to cum and how whiny and needy he was that night.

“You know I love your hands Yoongs, and other parts of you.” You tease as you run your hand under the blanket out of his line of sight and you spread your legs as you dip your fingers into your waistband to find your aching core already wet with arousal.

“W-What are you doing?” He asks with a fiery gaze trailing up and down your body.

“I’m so horny Yoongs. We didn’t have time to take care of me before you left.” You whine as you circle your clit and your hips jolt involuntarily causing the phone to jerk.

“Just thinking about my hands get you that wet?” He mutters as you continue to give your clit light pressure and open your legs wider to give your hand more room.

You can feel his eyes on your body, his gaze piercing as you keep your eyes closed and give in to the sensation that is flooding your body.

It has been so long since you were touched even your hand is making you ache as you shift your hips to slip one finger inside your body, gasping when your tight heat sucks the finger right in.

“Fuck you’re making me so fucking hard,” Yoongi swore as he watched you pleasure yourself. His cock was sitting in his boxers rock hard and leaking, the weight of it and the heat of it against his skin was making him antsy and he longed to wrap a palm around it and make himself cum.

“Didn’t you say you would wait for me?” He teases as you flutter your eyes open and stare at him with a wicked grin on your face.

“I said I’d wait for you to come home. I never said I couldn’t cum, just you.” You said as Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock and his cock twitched pathetically in his underwear.

“You- I? How is that fair!” He groaned as you curled your finger inside your body and your hips rutted against it. You are aching to be filled even more so you add another finger and scissor them, trying to mimic how Yoongi’s cock would stretch you out.

“It’s fair because you're my subby boy. I don’t take orders from you Yoongs. You promised to be a good boy and not cum. You were so turned on you didn’t bother reading the fine print. Or asking for terms.”

You don’t bother to look at him when you respond. Instead, you curl your fingers against your front wall and let a moan spill from your lips as you ride your fingers.

“Y/N you- you can’t.” He whines out and when you finally open your eyes Yoongi is a mess. His hair is sweaty and plastered to his forehead, his cheeks are a dusty pink color and you can see how his teeth scrape his bottom lip in desperation as you pump your fingers in and out of your body, moving the phone close so he can hear the obscene noises.

“What if I cum untouched? That can’t count, right? I’m so fucking hard baby I can’t.” He breathes out, voice high-pitched and panicked as you snicker and halt your movements.

“Take off your boxers I wanna see your cock.” You demand as you prop the phone up on some spare pillows and Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief as he does the same with his phone and pulls his boxers down.

His cock springs up and hits his clothed stomach and you take him in. The crown is flushed a deep red and the vein that spirals up his cock is protruding and angry looking. His cock twitches against his stomach and you watch as he circles it with his hand.

“Did I say you could touch? You are supposed to be a good boy not a fucking animal who can’t control himself!” You bark as Yoongi rips his hand from his cock and his hips thrust up into thin air.

“You- You said I could take them off!” He argues as you stare at him through the screen and take in how truly fucked out he looks.

“Never said you could touch. That’s strike one. Strike three and you will be punished. I wanted you to take it out so I could make sure my bad boy didn’t disobey me.” You tell him as he gasps and quickly sits on his hands to stop himself from touching. His cock twitches weakly against his stomach and pearls of precum dribble out and coat his shirt

“Such a leaky whore for me Yoongi.” You growl as you open your legs wider and begin to circle your clit again.

Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away from your body and he whines and wiggles on the bed desperate to get his hand around his cock. He is so hard it is starting to hurt.

You continue to rub your clit and feel the coil of pressure get tighter in your stomach. Yoongi looks so desperate, so fucked out from watching you it turns you on more.

“Please, baby.” He cries out as you watch his cock twitch on his stomach and more precum oozes out.

“Please what Yoongi? If you're going to beg me to let you touch yourself the answer is no.” You growl as you speed up your movements knowing you are getting closer with every pass of your finger over your aching clit.

“Please cum for me, baby. I want to watch you watch you fall apart. Please my cock can’t take much more I need you to cum or I might cum on accident.” He admits as he stares at you in a frenzy.

His words set you off and you cum, crying out his name and arching off the bed as you ride out your high. You can hardly hear Yoongi’s desperate whines as you thrash on the bed and when you finally come down and the ringing in your ears stops you stare at the screen to see Yoongi who is staring at you with desperation etched into his features.

“I’m not going to let you cum Yoongs. Not until you’re home.” You say as you pull the blankets back over your lap and run a shaky hand through your hair.

You can see his cock throb again and Yoongi whines and ruts his hips up, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the painful ache of his cock.

“Fuck I’m so hard. Fuck you are so hot. Fuck.” He grits out as he slowly and carefully pulls his boxers back up, the feeling of the fabric against his cock makes him hiss and you giggle as you watch him grit his teeth.

“Wet dreams don’t count right?” He asks in a panic as his eyes widen.

“This two-week thing is really getting to you huh?” You tease as Yoongi nods and runs a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

“I just watched the hottest girl on the planet make herself cum and I’m hard as a rock and can’t touch myself. This is torture.” He says with a half laugh that has you smiling.

“Is it too much? Do you want to stop” You ask honestly as you take in how truly turned on he looks

“Not at all. I know the end will be worth it. Though I don’t think my cock is ever going to go down. I’m close to humping the bed like a horny teenager right now” He says shyly as you giggle.

“I think that’s also against the rules.” You tease as he smiles at you.

“I know. I didn’t expect you to play dirty though. Watching you cum. Fuck nothing in the world is as hot as that.”

You feel yourself start to blush.

“You not making it easier on yourself you know.” You joke as Yoongi grimaces.

“I know. I should probably try to get some sleep though. We have an early day tomorrow. Namjoon is dragging me and Jin to some art thing.” He says as you feel yourself grow sleepy in post-orgasmic bliss.

“Sounds fun.” You say tucking a pillow comfortably behind your head and curling into a ball on your side.

“Yeah I’m hard as fuck and I get to go to a boring art thing tomorrow. Living my best life.” Yoongi pouts and you giggle softly.

“Love you Yoongs.” You sigh as you feel your eyes flutter closed.

“Love you too babe.” He says softly back as you fall asleep.

The second week was torture for Yoongi. Though you didn’t pull any more dirty tricks it seemed his body realized something was wrong with his refusal to jerk off and it was getting revenge.

Yoongi started to wake up with a hard-on almost every single morning and not just a case of normal morning wood, he would be leaking and twitching and so achingly hard that it made him want to hit someone or something.

Cold showers had become his best friend and his balls constantly ached even when he wasn’t hard.

Yoongi couldn’t wait to get home to you in more ways than one and on the final day, he was so jittery even the boys started to take notice.

The universe also decided to torture Yoongi because while he was supposed to get home at a decent hour the plane got delayed and he ended up flying it at two am

By the time he got home, it was well past three in the morning and Yoongi burst through the door and threw his bags on the ground. He would get them later, or never, it didn’t matter as long as he found you

He made his way to the bedroom quickly and when he entered he saw you snuggled on your side clutching his sweater. You looked so small under the big puffy duvet that Yoongi let out a small sigh.

You had books scattered around you and the TV was left on. His smile widened when he realized you tried your best to wait up for him.

He moved around the room slowly and quietly, turning off the TV, putting the bookmark you had left on the bed in the book and he slowly stripped down and slipped into bed to hold you in his arms.

He was hard. Of course, he was. But that could wait because you immediately rolled over and melted into his warm embrace, snuggling your head into his strong chest and smiling against his skin.

“Home?” You asked voice heavy with sleep.

“I’m home. Get some rest beautiful.” He mumbled as he kissed the crown of your head.

Yoongi woke up with a start as the sensation of a warm mouth around his cock made him twitch and jerk awake.

Was it another dream?

God if he came without your permission he would be in so much trouble.

Yoongi forced his eyes open and the wet heat enveloped his cock again sending delicious pleasure down his spine.

This was real

This was so real

And this was you

He lifted the blankets to see you had woken up before him and crawled between his legs and was currently sucking his cock while staring up at him with your innocent doe eyes

Shit.

His hands immediately gripped the blankets for dear life, his knuckles turning white as he fought back every instinct to thrust up into your mouth. It felt so good and he was so sensitive that he was moaning your name within seconds, trying to keep his hips glued to the bed.

You popped off his cock with a wet noise and Yoongi’s eyes shot open as you smiled up at him.

“Morning,” you called in a sing-song voice as Yoongi panted above you.

“M-More Pl-please,” Yoongi begged in a broken whine as you chuckled and sat up between his legs, pushing the blanket off of you and exposing his lower half to the cold air.

His cock was rock hard and wet with your spit and twitched at the loss of contact. Yoongi felt so much blood rushing south that his head felt dizzy and when you came up to straddle him Yoongi let out a frustrated whine as you sat too far back to give his cock any kind of friction.

“Now is that any way to greet your girlfriend after not seeing her for two weeks?” You stated crossing your arms over your chest and staring him down.

He could see that the cold of the room was affecting your body as your nipples hardened under your shirt and his cock throbbed painfully.

“Sorry, I just. Fuck I haven’t come in two weeks and you gave me a blowjob. I’m- all fucked.” He says breathlessly as you lean forward and catch his lips in a searing kiss.

Yoongi grabs your hips to hold you steady as he presses his lips into yours. Your lips part for his easily and when you grind down on his upper thighs Yoongi lets out a groan against your mouth.

You feel the wetness pool at your center as you let him take charge of the kiss. His hands tangle in your bedhead and he easily flips you over so you are on your back and he hovers over you. He growls against your mouth and nips and sucks at your lips as you gasp.

One hand comes to rest in your hair while the other plays with your nipples through your sleep shirt.

He slowly ruts his cock into your thigh and you can feel just how leaky he is as he smears his precum around your heated skin.

You pull away and gasp for air as Yoongi stares at you with darkened eyes and a look of pure lust on his face.

“While that makeout was hot as fuck I think you are forgetting who is in charge here Yoongs.” You tease as he shuts his eyes in frustration.

“I thought we were done with this. I didn’t cum for two weeks. You win. Now I get to cum right?” He asks voice low and gravely as you laugh and lightly push him off of you.

You get yourself situated between his legs and Yoongi’s eyes widen when you finally push his boxers down and fully expose his cock to the cold air.

“Not so fast Yoongi. I have to check and make sure you weren’t naughty.” You taunt as you run a finger down his cock and he shivers and grips the blankets for support.

You take your time with his cock. Picking it up and inspecting it, running your soft fingers all over the head and the shaft making it throb and twitch in your hand. When you give him a harsh tug Yoongi feels like the air is punched from his lungs as his cock throbs and leaks precum all over your fist.

“You can-can’t tease me. I’m so sensitive I might cum without meaning to. Please.” He begs as you slowly lean down to suck on his cockhead and Yoongi feels electricity running through his veins. He is so horny so desperate, that he can feel his cock throbbing with each touch, he can feel the precum ooze out of the slit and cover his heated shaft.

Your hand trails down the underside of his cock and he whines when you make it to his balls. They are heavy and hot in your hand as you roll them around and Yoongi lets out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whine.

“Fuck you-you can’t… so sensitive.” He cries out as he arches off the bed at the sensation, the veins in his arms popping out as he grips the sheets for dear life.

This man is totally at your mercy and you love it

“So full Yoongs.” You taunted as you rolled them and played with them some more. Watching as his cock twitched pathetically against his shirt.

“We have to drain them, baby. You're so full you might burst.” You tease as you move away from his cock and sit beside him on the bed.

“Pl-please do something. I’ve been so good. Didn’t touch myself once. Please.” He begs jutting out his lower lip in a pout and you chuckle.

“How about I make you a deal? You stretch me out with your fingers so I can take your massive cock. If you can be a good boy and hold off a little longer I’ll let you cum inside me, with a condom of course. If you can’t control yourself you get to cum on your fist. Deal?” You ask

Without waiting Yoongi is already between your legs and you giggle when he spreads them apart and sticks his whole face into your pussy.

You cry out and grab for his hair as he licks up everything your body is willing to give him. His tongue is rough and hot against your core and when he flicks it over your clit you whine out above him.

He uses one hand to hold your hips down and the other hand comes to join his mouth as he slips a finger inside easily. You moan and thrash on the bed as he works you open. You can subtly feel his hips fucking his hot cock into the mattress and you grin when he lets out a wild moan against your core.

“There you are stretched please sit on my cock.” He begs quickly as he pulls away and sits up next to you on the bed.

His chest is heaving and his cheeks are flushed and wet with your arousal and you stare at him in shock.

“Did I say you were done?” You ask darkly as Yoongi swallows hard.

“I’m gonna cum. Seriously I can’t. Too sensitive it hurts too much.” He whined as you stared him down with a cold glance.

“The challenge was to control yourself Yoongi. Not rush your way into things so you don’t cum.” You say darkly as you push him down on the mattress and fully take control.

You don’t even bother with his cock. Instead, you climb up his body and position each knee so you are straddling his face.

“You rap and sing about how good you are with your tongue so fucking prove it. Make me cum and if I’m feeling generous I’ll let you cum.” You grit out.

You don’t bother letting him answer instead you sink down on his mouth and sigh when he starts to lap at your juices.

His tongue prods your entrance and you whine and grab for his hair when he sticks in inside. Thrusting in and out and flicking over your clit in a way that has you moaning out his name in broken whimpers.

You feel the bed shift and you look back in time to see one of his hands is sneakily wrapped around his cock, not jerking it, just holding the base in a vice-like grip and you realize Yoongi is very very desperate to cum, and trying his best not to.

“I’ll let you hold your cock like a pathetic loser who can’t hold his cum properly. If I see that hand move I’ll chain you to the bedpost and get a pretty cock ring to put around you. Or maybe a chastity cage that way we can make sure you aren’t cumming without permission. Would you like that Yoongs? Like to be my caged-up little slut?”

The whine he lets out is animalistic and you thrash against him when he brings his free hand up to play with your clit. You can tell he is doubling down to get you to cum and you watch as he leaks more precum on his fingers and that sets you off.

You have no time to warn him as you cum all over his face and tongue. The coil of pleasure snaps and you ride out your high chanting his name and holding onto the headboard for dear life.

When you finally come down and roll off of him both of you are breathing heavily and you crack your eyes open to see the very firm grip he has on the base of his cock.

“P-Please Y/N It hurts so bad. My balls are so heavy. Please let me cum. I’ve been your good boy. I’ve been so good.” Yoongi cries as tears of desperation leak from his eyes.

You slowly sit up on your knees and wipe his tears away. His cheeks are red and his eyes are swimming with more tears and all you want to do is make him feel better.

“Just let me get the condom sweetness. You have been such a good boy for me. Just last a little longer okay?” You coo as you reach into the bedside drawer to grab the condom.

Yoongi sighs in relief as you rip the packet and roll the condom onto his cock. The sensation has his cock twitching frantically and you bite back a smile.

“How do you want this?” You ask softly as you reach up to wipe more tears from his face.

“Don’t care. Just wanna be inside of you.” He mutters as tears still slip down his face and his body is thrumming in anticipation.

You climb on top of him deciding that riding him will be your best bet and when his cockhead runs through your folds he tenses up and grits his teeth so hard you could see the muscles in his jaw working.

“Deep breaths Yoongs.” You reminded him as he cracked his eyes open.

“I’m not going to last long. I’m so close to the edge that it’s insane. If you want to feel me inside of you I’m going to need to you sink down on my cock before I cum.” He warns as you finally do as he says and you take a deep breath and sink down.

Yoongi arches violently off the bed nearly knocking you off it as you put your hands on his chest and try to steady yourself.

You can feel his cock twitching inside of you and you open your mouth to taunt him but his hands are on your hips and he gives you no time to adjust as he fucks up wildly into you.

“Yoongi! Slow. Hurts!” You cry out as he thrusts and hits your G-spot effortlessly.

“I can’t babe. I have to move because I have to cum. There is so much heat and pressure down there. And you feel so tight and hot against me. Fuck you feel so good." I’m not going to last. Honest.” He says in a broken whine as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts.

The burn of his cock stretching you is still there but it is quickly replaced by burning pleasure.

Yoongi is fucking into you wildly, his hair is a mess on the pillow and the grunts and moans that leave his mouth are pornographic.

“Want you to rub your clit. Want you to cum with me, baby. I can’t hold back.” He warns as your hand quickly finds your clit and you rub it, arching your back to get him to hit deeper inside of you.

Chaos ensues.

You moan his name as your second orgasm catches both of you by surprise. You feel your walls flutter around his aching length and you cream his cock, wailing his name as it leaks out of you and down his shaft covering his balls.

Yoongi tips off the edge soon after.

His hands are harsh on your hips and he pounds up into you so forcefully that your teeth chatter in your mouth. You feel him twitch and he cries out your name in ecstasy as he cums hard into the condom

And cums

And cums

There is so much and he is still thrusting through it all as he empties himself inside of you.

You slump down on his chest as everything feels warm and fuzzy. Yoongi is breathing raggedly in your ear as his cock twitches inside of you and leaks out the last of his cum.

You are so spent your bones feel like jelly.

You lean your head up to see Yoongi crying and you wipe his tears away.

“It just felt so good. Fuck there was so much pressure and now it’s gone and I’m just so happy. Fuck two weeks without cuming is awful.” He comments as you finally slip off his cock and he hisses.

You walk to the washroom to get cleaned up and bring out a towel for him

His dark hair is plastered to his face and a sheen of sweat is covering his body.

You pull the condom off and snicker when you see truly how much cum is inside of it. He clearly was very pent-up and you giggle when you throw it out. You clean off the shaft and his balls and snuggle into bed with him, throwing the towel in the laundry you know you will have to do tomorrow.

“Fuck that orgasm was wild. I think I passed out at one point.” He admits to you as he wraps his arms around your body and you snuggle into his chest.

“You came a lot. Like a lot. The condom was almost full.” You say to him as he blushes and you press a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be embarrassed it’s sexy.” You say as you fall into a lapse of silence.

“That was torture but also all sorts of hot. It has been a long time since I have cum like that.” He says softly petting your hair and pressing kisses to your temples.

“Want to do it again?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

“As long as you don’t make me wait two weeks. My balls were aching the whole second week. Fucking torture.” He grits out as you giggle.

“Worth it?” You ask staring into his softened eyes.

“Worth it.” He admits with a smile.

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"We're gonna get out of here, I promise"

pairing : mike munroe x (fem) reader

cw : mike has a gun, talk of death, and blood, and maybe like one swear I don't know. reader is referred to as mike’s girlfriend, but other than that i don’t believe any female pronouns are used.

a/n : i know this is kind of late since the until dawn remake has been out for a while but i kept procrastinating this after I started it. anyways #needthat.

The wind pulls at you from every angle, hair clinging to your sweaty, frostbitten cheeks. Adrenaline kept your body moving through the never-ending maze of trees and snow; you didn’t think it would last much longer. You were sure if you continued in this direction, eventually, you would reach the sanatorium. 

It was marked on the map in the cable car station, the same map you had seen before you made your way up to the lodge with Sam and Chris. That was hours ago, and you wish you could go back and warn yourself to go back down the mountain. Or even better, ignore Josh’s email altogether and stay home. Play sick. You’d say anything not to be where you are, right now. 

But that’s not possible, is it? 

Your clothes are sticky with blood. Not your own, you think. You hope. This night was not turning out the way you had expected it to. And the choices you had made leading up to this point were beginning to make your stomach turn the longer you thought about them. 

Why did you leave the lodge? You could’ve stayed on the kitchen floor after that psycho knocked you out; you could’ve pretended not to hear Chris’s attempts to wake you up. You could’ve looked for a phone instead of rushing into the snow to find Ashley. Speaking of them, why had you left Chris and Ashley? You could’ve returned to the lodge with them to find Sam after witnessing your friend be sawed in half, but no. You needed to know that Mike was okay considering you hadn’t seen him since you both arrived. 

Why did you start that argument with Mike before the two of you had left for the lodge? 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“You're getting jealous over nothing. We’ve talked about this, there is nothing between me and Em. I’m with you. I’m in love with you. Why does this keep being brought up?”

“Maybe because she texts your phone like you're still close? ‘Text when you and the new gf get here, can’t wait to see you, winky face’,” you push his phone towards him. “She knows who I am, why does she feel the need to refer to me as the ‘new girlfriend’ as if we’ve never met? And why is she sending you winky faces? Why exactly is Em so excited to see you, Mike?” You make a point of emphasizing her nickname which seems to flow off his tongue so easily. 

“You’re looking into this way too much. This is crazy, I mean come on, that’s how she texts everyone, baby.” He gently takes his phone from you, throwing it onto the bed and reaching back for your hand which hovers in the air. You let him, but you make no effort to hold his hand back, fingers only resting in his hold. A soft sigh leaves your lips. 

“Yeah well, I’m not loving that she texts you that way and I’m also not loving the fact that you’ve said nothing to her about how weird it is. You have no problem defending her when you talk to me, so why can’t you say something to her about how I feel?”

“If I said something it would just cause a fight between me and her, or you and her, and the last thing that anyone needs up there, especially Josh, is for all of us to be fighting. Can you pretend to like her, only for the weekend, and then you never have to again.”

“You say that every time she’s involved, ‘just pretend to like her for tonight, and then you never have to ever again.’ But I will, because for some reason she is always around. I figured when Matt and she started dating we would see her less but I guess I was wrong.”

“Please, let’s just go and get it over with. We’re doing this for Josh, remember?”

“I don’t know, Michael, something about spending an entire weekend with your ex-girlfriend isn’t really appealing to me anymore. Call me crazy.” His eyebrows soften as you use his full name, especially in that tone. He is enjoying this conversation less than you are. 

“Don’t be this way, we’re already packed and ready to go. Just come downstairs and get in the truck. She won’t bother us, baby, I promise. Come on..” He attempts to pull you, gently bringing your hand closer to him. But your fingers slip from his hand, dropping to your side. From the bed, his phone buzzes, the screen lights up, and you don’t have to look to know who’s messaging him. 

“Sam told me she's taking the bus up there, I think,” you look back to him, “I’ll just head up with her so she doesn't have to go alone.”

“But then I have to go alone. And the bus leaves in like an hour, that's barely enough time to get ready and get to the stop. You're being ridiculous, just come with me. And if you want to, we can talk about this on the way up.” 

 You look away from him, missing the way his face falls as you turn your back to him. “I’ll see you up there, Mike.”

If you had just let it go, believed him, and gone with him instead of taking the bus with Sam, you would’ve never been angry with each other at the lodge. Or rather, you wouldn’t have been so furious with him because you would’ve talked things out in the truck, kissed, and made up instead of stewing in your thoughts on the bus. You wouldn’t be worrying about whether or not he was alive right now. But you were stubborn and foolish, and now you are trudging through the snow, improperly dressed, and praying the person you love is still breathing on this stupid mountain. 

You cross your arms over your chest, preserving what little warmth you have left, and with every step you lose another piece of hope. All you can think of is him. And how, if he is dead, he would’ve died thinking that you were mad at him. You weren’t even angry, annoyed for sure but not angry, you were just being stubborn and taking your frustration out on him. Now you might never get to apologize. The thought makes your stomach churn and your steps falter as a wave of nausea overtakes you. 

But, finally, in the distance you see the outline of a large building surrounded by a brick fence that appears to be falling apart. You allow yourself to be comforted, just for a moment, by the sanatorium's existence. The nausea in your stomach ceases as your steps quicken, arms uncrossing to move through the air. You reach the gate, blocked by the large pile of snow blocking both sides, not that you think you could’ve pushed it open in your current state; blocked from snow or not. 

You let your hand trace across the gate's bars as you walk towards the side of the fence. The pads of your fingers sting from the cold metal but you keep them where they are. As you move, they follow, moving from metal to brick. The only way into the sanatorium courtyard, you realize, is to climb over the stone fencing. 

A tired sigh leaves your body. You place your hands on the wall, palms stinging from the snow-covered surface. You lift your body, throwing your leg over simultaneously, climbing on top to straddle the snowy stone. The action uses more energy than you realistically have left so instead of gracefully landing on the other side of the wall you fall, directly onto your back. At least the pile of snow beneath you cushions your fall a tiny bit, but it still takes you a few minutes to recover your breath. 

Using the wall, you find your footing again. The snow falls from your clothes as you stumble towards the sanatorium. You don’t even know what you were expecting to discover here. You figured there might be people here. Maybe a construction crew, getting ready to tear the old building down. A custodian, forced to stay and take care of an abandoned building. Or on the slimmer side of chance, a large group of stable nurses and doctors that would offer you and your friends shelter and much-needed medical attention. However, the closer you get, the more you realize how fucked you are. Nobody is out here. And it was stupid to believe there would be. 

But you’ve come this far, and the chill that runs through your body borders on hypothermic potential. You reach the front doors, using your body to push the door open, shoulder first. It opens far easier than expected, and you fall to your hands and knees as it flies inwards. “Fuck.. me.” 

You don’t move from the floor, the opposite actually, you get closer to it, falling onto your back. You don’t even want to get up. No one is here. All your friends are probably dead back down by the lodge. What’s the point? At least this way you’ll have time to think over every choice that led you here, it’ll take a while for the cold to kill you since your feet are the only part of you still lying outside the building. From farther within the entry hall you hear a door open, the sound of steps echoing through the empty building. And though your heart rate picks up speed, you don’t move. Instead, you pray that whatever it is, will kill you quickly so you can be with your friends again. So you can be with Mike. 

“Who’s there? Whoever it is, just know I am armed and I am not afraid to shoot you. I have had one hell of a night and I am so not in the mood for.. whatever it is that you want.” Even with your heartbeat drumming against your ear canals, you still pick up the voice. A man's voice. Almost recognizable. You let your eyes close, murmuring the only thing you can think of like a mantra. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. 

“Holy shit. Y/n?” Mike? You turn your neck enough to see the man approaching. A sudden second surge of energy fills you, and you lift yourself into a sitting position to fully face the figure walking towards you. 

“M..mike?” 

“Holy- Oh my god, how are you- Are you okay?” He falls to his knees in front of you, dropping the gun and the lantern in his hands on the floor. His hands hover around you, scared to touch you. You notice that two of the fingers on his left hand are missing, replaced by a bandage soaked in blood.  Your hands are the first to make contact, landing on both sides of his dirty face.

“Are you real?” He nods, pulling you into a too-tight embrace. A stark contrast to his previous concern and reluctance to touch you. 

“Yes. Yes, I’m real. I’m so glad to see you. You’re alive.. holy shit I can’t believe you’re alive.”

“You look terrible” You wipe away some dirt from his face. Eyes wide as you try to convince yourself that he is actually in front of you. You had convinced yourself that he was dead, and now to see him in front of you alive and well - okay maybe not well but he’s not dead - it has your brain moving a mile a minute. There is so much you have to say. So much you have to explain to him. How do you explain to someone that his friend was sawed in half on the anniversary of his sister's death? Or how do you explain that the rest of his friends might ALSO be dead? And without sounding insane, how do you explain that you truly believe something is up on the mountain with you and that it might’ve followed you the entire way to the sanatorium? You can’t.  

“Well, I’m happy to see you too, baby.” He laughs breathily, unsteady. A laugh of disbelief. His way of coping has always been humor, even at the most inappropriate of times. Your features are probably the exact opposite of his uncertain smile. You pull him close again, practically pushing him to the ground, but his arms wrap around you and he straightens his back to keep the two of you upright. “Woah, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

You push your face into his shoulder, saturating the filthy, green jacket that he wears with tears. It stinks like cigar smoke, years of sweat buildup, and dirt. 

“Mike- Oh Mike,” your voice is muffled in his skin, pausing in between sobs to catch your breath. His arm wraps tighter around your waist, the other arm reaching up so his hand can rest in your tangled hair. “I’m so- I am so so sorry Micheal. I thought you were dead, I thought- I thought you died thinking I was angry. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I’m just- I’m so glad you’re alive.” He kisses your temple, and as you raise your red face to look him in the eyes, he moves your hair out of your face. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? Can you walk? God, you must be freezing. Did you come all the way from the lodge like this? Fuck, y/n, how are you even alive.” You shake your head, a silent confirmation that you don’t know how you’re alive either. 

He helps you to your feet, taking off the unfamiliar jacket and helping you into it. He then retrieves the lantern and the gun from the floor, “Here, can you hold this up?” You nod, and take the lantern from his hand. In the hand opposite of you, he holds the gun, and with the other, he intertwines his fingers with yours. “We're gonna get out of here. I am going to get you out of here, I promise.” He’s so certain, and your fear almost dissipates completely as he leads you farther into the sanatorium with a tight grip on your hand.

[kyoghurts]

[ 3:02 AM ]. dot barrett/reader. drabble. fluff.

"why the hell are you still awake?"

dot asks in that deep kind of voice that you like, trying to ward off the remains of sleep, it makes you visibly jump, but nonetheless soothing. you know he's not mad, actually, he's more confused than mad.

"crap- sorry, uhm. i promise i'll sleep soon."

"are you still," he stifles his yawn, failing as small tears coat around the edge of his eyes. "still watching that..winky mae or somn" you feel comforting arms sneaking up around your waist, pulling you in his. your back pressed against his warm chest.

"it's maya winky, sleepyhead" you hear him grumble, as if your correction solves anything.

he doesn't really get why you watch her videos frequently. you always claimed it helps you sleep better at night, but honestly, who would believe you when the clock's practically screaming across your shared bedroom, and you still ignore them as you suppress your giggles watching her do your silly makeup or whatever instead.

his grip on you tightens just slightly. mumbling against the skin of your neck, effortlessly making you shiver. "go to sleep. now."

“it’s still a bit early, just a few more minutes and i’ll-”

“now. come sleep with me this time.”

his poor choice of words makes you suffer, your face heats at a concerning degree. and even though you can’t see his expression, it’s one with faint smugness. as if he said it with purpose, with an intent to render you speechless.

it’s not everyday you get to see him like this. dot has had enough, he has to make you listen at some point, the sadness that lingers whenever you excuse to not sleep together as he tells you its fine (a pout on his lips that wrench your heart with guilt) accumulates to this moment. he normally wouldn’t have been this bold, and perhaps you’re blaming it on his weariness, the limits he had constrained himself suddenly worn down on his bones.

“but..” you don’t get to finish your sentence once he starts to invade your neck with lazy kisses, your breathe caught on your throat. “dot wait” he won’t stop, in fact, the way you struggle fuels him even more.

he gently turns you as you face him, insisting. he takes his time to carefully plant his kisses on the slope of your collarbone, the curve of your shoulders, to your chin. they’re meticulous and gentle, it’s kind of sweet, if not for the fact that he’s doing it to make you distracted.

and you do get distracted, you’re not sure when he snatched the phone from your grasp. but it now rests at the top of your nightstand and you don’t think you’ll be needing it anytime soon. your hands busy themselves massaging and combing dot’s hair, he sighs with contentment, and everything tastes like forever.

he’s so pretty like this. his headband being out of sight, his cheeks—though dim as your room may be, the moonlight spills itself on your window and you can see the pink in his complexion this up close. you cup his cheeks for him to look at you, brushing a few strands that sticks to his face and he pecks your nose in response.

“fine.” a chuckle escaping from you that leaves him breathless, “you win.”

“i always do.” he smiles, “and from just a few kisses? i thought i was the one whipped for you here.”

“you don’t think i feel the same?”

the pink turns a little more deep tinted. “ah, but you chose may wink over me”

“maya winky. and no, that’s not true.” with that, comes a long yawn escaping your lips. dot snickers. “to make up for it, how 'bout we cuddle like this together before bed? you can hide my phone somewhere too so i won’t feel tempted.”

“i like what i’m hearing.”

you can’t help but giggle. “and i like you”

“i like you, more”

“nuh uh”

“am too!”

“nuh uh”

"am too"

“just go to bed already”

he pinches your cheek as you wince. “let’s go to bed.”

you slept soundly. limbs tangled and entwined and body’s warm. guess you don’t need that damn phone from now on, and if you do wind up in the same spot once more, you grant your boyfriend the permission to spoil you with kisses, so so much kisses. inevitably falling (for him) into slumber.

want him to cuddle w me until we fall asleep zz

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Spider-Man! Pope Heyward Headcannons <3

Warning: mentions of violence, sex, and stalkish behavior

Sfw

Spiderman! Pope who goes on a field trip and gets turned by a spider

Spiderman! Pope who grows twice his size after getting his powers (and not just on his torso, if you get what I’m saying)

Spiderman! Pope who wears the Miles Morales suit

Spiderman! Pope who has no clue how to work the webs at first and ends up almost dying by jumping off of a roof too soon

Spiderman! Pope who freaks out after that and makes a promise to himself to be more careful

Spiderman! Pope who reveals himself to JJ on accident, and now he has to make him keep his secret

Spiderman! Pope who lets JJ try on the suit more than once to shut him up

Spiderman! Pope who’s your best friend and you’re still completely clueless about his identity

Spiderman! Pope who follows you home from school everyday to make sure you’re safe. Always looks out for you in school and in day to day life

Spiderman! Pope who rescues you one night and then let’s you kiss him while he’s hanging upside down. You still have no idea who he is

Spiderman! Pope who goes home that night giggling and kicking his feet like a teenage girl

Spiderman! Pope who tutors you in between rescues and praises you for how good you are at studying

Spiderman! Pope who finally reveals himself to you by doing the classic web sling kiss

Spiderman! Pope who watches your shocked face, and then leans in to kiss you again when you try to speak

Spiderman! Pope who lets you study his wrists and the way his webs work (initiate winky face here)

NSFW

Spiderman! Pope who shows up at your bedroom window bruised and bloody from his battle before

Spiderman! Pope who lets you patch up his wounds with the first aid kit you have, letting you remove the top half of his suit and stitch up the cuts there

Spiderman! Pope who has a stunning body, one that you’d never noticed before until now

Spiderman! Pope who grabs your wrist as you try to walk away from him and go get more bandaids

Spiderman! Pope who drags you over to him with his newly found strength and murmurs, “stay.”

Spiderman! Pope who watches as your face flushes, as you listen to his orders.

Spiderman! Pope with a newfound confidence as he straddles you over his suit clad thigh with a strong arm

Spiderman! Pope beginning to move your hips over him

Spiderman! Pope who listens to your gasp of shock and surprise as your clit rubs against the fabric

Spiderman! Pope who begins to praise you, going on about much of a good girl you are for helping him clean up

Spiderman Pope grabbing your throat and kissing you with all he has, as you drip all over his leg with need

Spiderman! Pope who practically moans as he watches you get off on his thigh. You’re rubbing against a bruise there, but it doesn’t really matter

Spiderman! Pope who lets you shove your hands into his suit to get him off, spilling thick white robes against the inside

Spiderman! Pope who kisses your head and thanks you, as you take him into the shower with you to clean up even more

Spiderman! Pope who lets you caress his battered body in the shower and wash him with your favorite fruit scented soap. He’s always loved the smell of it, anyway

Spiderman! Pope who hugs you against him as he falls asleep in your bed

Spiderman! Pope who is gone the next morning because he has criminals to fight

Spiderman! Pope who leaves a sweet note on one of your graded tests (marked with a big fat 100 because of him, of course)

‘Thank you for last night :)

I had to go, but I’d like to take you out sometime, if that’s okay?

Love, Spidey <3’

[wannawritefast]

Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”

A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.

You both still remembered the first of its kind.

A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.

You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.

He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.

The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.

That had sealed it.

The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.

Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.

A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.

Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.

New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”

Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.

Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.

Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.

Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.

As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”

He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”

[bambisspeckles]

Scary Movies ✿ Flufftober Day Three -- Johnny

Summary: Johnny tricks you into a scary movie marathon! WC: 611 <3 Song of the day: Schizophrenic Playboy ❁ The Cranberries

"Awe c'mon hen, dinnae be mad at me!" Johnny chuckles meanly at you and you scowl in response.

Your boyfriend, though adorning him the title of ex boyfriend is tempting, has tricked you with an elaborate and cruel plan. A few days ago, in the early morning of the day, so early in fact the sun hadn't even risen, you had received a text from your boyfriend while he was out in the middle of god only knows where.

It read: "Deployment is finishin' up, be back in a few days. Hope to see you at mine when I'm back ;))"

The winky faces at the end of his message led you to believe you were in for a long night of being wined and dined, that however, was not the case. The night he messaged you that he was back at home, you dolled yourself up real nicely for him. Hair and makeup did, a nice little dress he bought for you, and undergarments that are much to cheap for the price you paid. All that for him to open up the door dressed in plaid pajama pants and a "Friday the 13th" t-shirt.

You think you have every right to be mad.

"Well don' ye look bonnie? Didnae have tae dress up for me, jus' doin' a movie marathon tonight." A smirk grows on his face as his eyes scan up and down your body.

Movie marathon? Movie marathon? Well now you're just completely and utterly pissed.

"Johnny you asshole! You fucking tricked me." You stomp your foot petulantly, brows furrowing as you stare daggers into him.

"Wha' do ya mean hen? Didnae trick you." He feigns innocence, but he barely even tries to hide it as he fails to suppress a sly smirk that grows on his face.

"You know exactly what you did! With your suggestive ass message and-" You squeal as Johnny grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his apartment.

"Relax love, nae reason to get yourself worked up?" He chuckles at his wording and that only makes you more upset.

"You're so mean." You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as Johnny rubs his hands along your hips and waist.

Finally he relents, pressing a few soft 'apology' kisses to your lips before pulling away.

"Alright, alright. M' sorry I tricked ye hen, but you wouldn' have come if I told ye I wanted tae watch a bunch of scary movies with ye!" When you don't respond, he resolves to press a few lingering kisses to your neck which causes you to grumble.

"Johnny stop…" You whine at him softly. "I hate scary movies you know that!"

"Exactly why I had to trick ye! Promise tha' if you watch a few movies with me I'll take care of ye real nice later, yeah?" You murmur noncommittally in response and it's Johnny's turn to grumble at you.

"Pretty please lass? Ye can go get changed into some of my clothes, we'll watch a few movies and then we can do whatever ye want…" Your body relaxes and you sigh, finally acquiescing.

"Fine." His face positively lights up when you agree.

"Such a sweet thing to me hen." He places eager kisses all over your face and you melt a bit, the frustration he initially caused rolling off of you.

He eventually pulls away with one final kiss before sending you off to his bedroom to change. When you finally reappear, you see him sitting all cozied on the couch, snacks littering his coffee table, and a large stack of classic Halloween movies on VHS.

Seems you're in for a long night.

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Meet Me On The Courtyard | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spencer getting shot in Texas, mentions of stalkers, fluff!

Words: 3.418

After living in his apartment for years, Spencer thought he would’ve seen about everything and everyone. 

But he  would’ve remembered seeing her. 

At first, Spencer thought he was dreaming, too tired from the case he had just gotten home from that it made him delusional. She was dancing across her living room in shorts and a baggy T-shirt, her hair scraped back into the messiest of buns, and a glass of wine swirling around in her hand. 

Spencer couldn’t help but smile as he watched her for a good minute until he realized how creepy he must look. 

Ever since seeing her for the first time, his eyes kept glancing back to the apartment across the courtyard. It brought a smile to his face to see her dancing around her place or pacing as she called her friends or simply mulling about her place. Witnessing as she went about her day, he felt more and more connected to her, which made him sound like a creepy voyeur. 

He didn’t quite know how to approach her. Knocking on her door wasn’t quite the option as that would come off as creepy and he didn’t have any luck of bumping into her in the lobby of their apartment building. 

On one of his rare days off, Spencer sat in his apartment, reading a book with the window open. He was laser-focused on the words he was reading until the sweet, melodic sounds of someone singing along loudly interrupted that. Confused, yet almost certain about who it was, he placed a finger between his book to keep his spot and made his way over to the window. His gut instinct was proven right once again. The girl from the apartment across from his was cleaning her apartment with her music blasting and her singing along.

“You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyeAnd I got that red lip classic thing that you likeAnd when we go crashing down, we come back every time'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of sty–”

The last note came out in a shriek as her eyes landed on the guy across the courtyard, startled by the sudden figure in the window across from her. Spencer’s own eyes widened as he realized he had made her jump before holding up his hands in an attempt at an apology. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” he said, making sure to enunciate as she probably wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

The bubbly Taylor Swift song continued in the background as she clutched at her heart, trying to get it to calm down. Spencer took the time to reach for a notepad and a pen, and wrote down a message to her. 

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” 

She narrowed her eyes for a moment before holding her finger up and reaching for something on the side. When she turned her head back towards him, she placed a pair of glasses on her nose to be able to read the message. Her answer came in the form of a shrug of her shoulders. 

At least she wasn’t repulsed by him. 

Spencer quickly scribbled down his next message, making sure to make his letters big enough for her to read. 

“I’m not a creepy stalker, promise.” 

A laugh bubbled up from her chest, though he couldn’t hear it due to the distance between them and the Taylor Swift song blasting in her apartment. He felt his lips curl up into a smile. He couldn’t wait to hear that laugh in real life. 

The girl held her finger up again and disappeared for a good five seconds before returning with a notepad of her own. As she wrote down her own message, Spencer noticed how a tingle traveled from his stomach all the way to his toes and to the back of his neck. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

“All creepy stalkers say that” 

She had drawn a winky face at the end of the sentence. Throwing his head back, Spencer let out a loud, genuine laugh. 

“Why are you talking to me then?” he wrote next. 

With a smile on her face, the girl wrote down an answer. “I have seen you around, Mr. FBI.” 

An involuntary blush crept up his cheeks. She had seen him around. She knew he was an FBI Agent. She had kept an eye on him as much as he had kept an eye out on her. The idea in itself sounded completely insane to him, but then again Spencer had once fallen in love with a girl he had never seen before. The fact that he was so infatuated with this girl without knowing her name wasn’t all that surprising, considering. 

“I’m Spencer.” Spencer wrote and drew a smiley face behind his name. 

She gave him a cutesy wave while the corners of her mouth seemed to be stuck in that ever glowing smile. “I’m Y/N.” 

Spencer offered her a wave as well, his smile mirroring hers. There was something about her that drew him to her. He wasn’t sure what it was. The smile, the bubbly persona he had witnessed over the last couple of weeks, her willingness to talk to him, her keeping an eye on him without him even noticing. All he knew for sure was that he wanted to talk to her. Face-to-face. 

Giddily, he ducked down to write his next message and when he came back up to show it to her, the message she held out for him was the exact same as what he had written for her. 

“Meet me on the courtyard?” 

His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as he scrambled to get downstairs. His book long forgotten, he quickly put on shoes and grabbed his keys before rushing down to the courtyard where he finally saw her from up close. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined her being. 

She had exchanged her shorts for a pair of jeans and the T-shirt tucked in messily. Her messy bun had come out, allowing her locks to cascade over her shoulders like a waterfall. It was only then when Spencer noticed how beautiful her eyes were. Her eyes rivaled the sun, shimmering so brightly and provided him with so much warmth. 

“Hi,” she greeted with a tender, nervous smile. 

“Hey,” he greeted back before motioning towards the stone bench beside them. 

Chuckling, y/n took a seat and Spencer quickly followed, making sure to keep some distance between them. He didn’t want to scare her by sitting too close. They didn’t know each other at all, so giving up his personal space so soon wasn’t in the cards for him yet. 

“You have a beautiful singing voice,” he complimented, remembering her rendition of Style. 

Before she looked down at her hands in her lap, Spencer caught a glimpse of her flustered cheeks. 

“Thank you,” she said. “I-I used to be in choir when I was a kid, so… I suppose I did learn a thing or two when I was there.” Her eyes flicked up to his. “Sorry if I disturbed… Whatever you were doing.” 

Shaking his head, Spencer told her, “No, you didn’t. I was reading, but it was a nice distraction.” 

“What were you reading?” She sounded genuinely interested. 

“Something Wicked This Way Comes,” he replied honestly and her eyes brightened even more than he thought was possible. “I-It’s one of my favorites.” 

Her hand landed on his forearm in excitement as she said, “It’s mine too!” and then lapsed into her honest review of the book. Spencer clung onto every word, relaxed at the lilt of her voice and answered any and all questions she had about his opinion on the book. 

When she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, Spencer realized how late it had gotten. The sun had started to set, casting a gloomy shadow over the courtyard. Talking to her seemed to have made the time slip away. Spencer didn’t want it to end, but neither of them had brought a sweater, so they were doomed to retreat back to their apartments sooner than either of them wanted. 

“You cold?” he asked and fought the urge to wrap his arms around her. 

She nodded her head. “Yeah, a little. But it’s fine,” she said as she suppressed a yawn. 

A chuckle rolled off his lips. “It’s fine if you wanna go inside. We’ve been talking for hours and I have to be in the office pretty early tomorrow anyway.” 

She offered him a thankful smile as she got up from the bench and he followed her example. The two of them made their way back into the lobby where she turned to him. “It was nice talking to you, Spencer. I would like to pick your genius brain more often.” 

“I’d like that,” Spencer said, his smile quickly mirroring hers again. 

After giving him a quick wave and that ever-present smile of hers, she turned on her heel and walked up the stairs to her side of the building. Spencer stayed put and watched her for a little while until he couldn’t see her anymore before retreating to his own apartment. 

Never in his life had he met someone who shared his opinions on books, who rivaled his rambling, whose intelligence made his IQ waver. In his mind, he thanked Taylor Swift for bringing them together. If it weren’t for her, Spencer doubted they would’ve ever started talking. 

That night sparked a series of events. Ever since that day, they’d meet in the courtyard every single day. Sometimes in the morning and then either one of them would roll up with fresh coffee, sometimes in the evening with cups of calming tea. 

Their meetups quickly evolved from the cold courtyard to one of their apartments. They’d watch movies, read the same books so they could talk about it afterwards even though he always finished long before she did, they made dinner for one another, … 

Whatever the day was, they’d spend it together and talk about everything and anything they could think of. Talking to her had to be his favorite way to pass time. Life suddenly made complete sense whenever Spencer was around her. No matter what sort of horror he had witnessed on the cases he worked, it all seemed to vanish from his memory whenever he met up with her again. 

And whenever Spencer was gone, she’d make sure his plants survived his absence, she got his mail so the mailbox wouldn’t overflow. Whenever she was gone for work, he would do the exact same for her. 

In the span of a few months, Y/N became Spencer’s best friend, and he couldn’t deny the feelings that had grown in his heart. 

Though he would never tell her that. 

After living in her apartment for a good year, y/n thought she would’ve seen about everything and everyone. 

But she would’ve remembered seeing him. 

She’d catch glimpses of him across the yard in his apartment, mulling about his house with a book in his hand. Every time she did, she wondered what book he was reading and what he thought of it. There was something about him that drew her attention. 

The day she caught him looking at her when she was dancing around her living room whilst cleaning and belting along to Taylor Swift, was the best day. She loved how easy it was to talk to him and how intelligent he was. She loved picking his brain and listening to all the facts he knew about the most random things. 

Becoming friends with Spencer Reid was about the best thing that could’ve happened to her. 

He was there for her on her bad days as much as she was there for his. When the two of them spent time together, time seemed to just slow down and everything around them vanished. When it was the two of them together, nothing else mattered. 

Over the course of a couple of months, y/n couldn’t deny the chills she got with every single touch, how her brilliance simply turned to dust whenever he merely smiled at her. 

While Spencer was out on a case in Texas, y/n went down to his apartment often after work to water his plants and get his mail out. Though he told her not to do it, y/n was happy to. Sometimes, she’d even leave little sticky notes or she’d leave him the book she’d just read, so he could read it too. 

She was in his apartment when she received a call from Jennifer Jarau, Spencer’s co-worker. Y/N had seen Spencer’s co-workers a couple of times before, but never had they called her before. Her heart plummeted to her stomach. The fact that JJ was calling her didn’t scream ‘good news’. 

“JJ?” Y/N spoke into the phone, her voice dripping with confusion. 

JJ sighed, “Y/N… I, uhm… Spence, he–” 

The mail slipped out of her hands, envelopes scattering everywhere. Her mind was racing with questions and scenarios. She couldn’t imagine what was going on with Spencer, but she knew her best friend was hurting and she wasn’t there. 

“What happened?” she asked and without hesitation, she headed back to her own place while JJ explained what had happened. 

There wasn’t much y/n understood about what happened. All she heard was ‘open fire’, ‘gun shot’, ‘Spence got hit in the neck’, ‘surgery’. It was enough for her to understand she needed to head to Texas. 

“Text me which hospital he’s in. I’m coming to Texas,” y/n told JJ and after JJ’s agreement, y/n hung up and rushed out of her apartment with everything she needed. With her heart beating in her throat, y/n took the next best flight over to Texas and rushed towards the hospital JJ had texted her. 

Y/N wasn’t even too sure where she was going. With fear and anxiety selectively blinding her, she made a beeline for the front desk. 

“Spencer. Spencer Reid. I’m looking for Spencer Reid,” she told the woman behind the desk. 

“Y/N!” JJ’s familiar voice called and as y/n turned around, JJ ran up to her with worry flooding her eyes. The blonde wrapped her arms around her, allowing her lungs to deflate with the breath she had been holding. 

“How is he? Is he okay?” y/n asked in one breath. 

“Yeah, he’s just out of surgery. You can go see him.” 

A single tear rolled down y/n’s cheek before she stepped away from JJ. “Thank you for calling me.” 

“Spence asked for you,” JJ told her honestly. “When-when he was in the ambulance. He asked for you.” 

Letting out a shaky breath, y/n tried a careful smile. She was scared if she allowed her lips to fully curl up, it would take Spencer away from her. 

“Go,” JJ encouraged, softly pushing her towards Spencer’s room.

With a nervous pep in her step, y/n made her way towards Spencer. She could feel the nerves bundle up in her chest. Though she knew what had happened, she didn’t know how she was going to find him. She halted in the doorway, her eyes landing on Spencer, who was lying in the hospital bed with a gauze patched to the right side of his neck. He looked peaceful as he slept, though I noticed the bags under his eyes. Somehow, he still managed to look beautiful. 

“Y/N,” Penelope whispered when her eyes landed on me. Alex turned in her chair, offering me a kind smile whilst the peppy blonde embraced me in a tight hug. 

“How’s he doing?” she asked, entering the room further with Penelope to move closer to Spencer. 

“Very tired and drowsy from the painkillers,” Alex replied. “He’s in and out of it.” 

Y/N simply nodded her head, telling Spencer’s co-workers that she did hear them but didn’t have the energy to really respond. Alex and Penelope exchanged glances without y/n even noticing, and they got up and left the room to leave her alone with Spencer. 

Inching closer towards the patient, y/n wiped away a tear before using the same hand to stroke his hair out of his face. “God dammit, Spence,” she whispered, sniffling. 

Spencer’s lashes fluttered against his cheeks before she was allowed a peek at his honey-colored eyes again. A lazy smile landed on his lips. “Y/N,” he mumbled and shifted slightly, but then immediately hissed at how painful the movement was. 

“Hey, relax,” she cooed. Her hand moved back through his hair. “How are you feeling?” 

“Better now that I see you.” His voice sounded thick with sleep as he stopped her hand from going through his hair and kissed her palm. “Can’t believe you came.” 

Wiping her thumb against his cheek, she offered him a sad smile. “Of course I came. You got hurt.” 

“I love you,” he admitted drowsily before falling back to sleep. 

Y/N’s heart skipped a few beats at the sweet confession coming from his sleepy lips. Though he could still mean the words in a platonic way, it still made her insides go putty. 

The admission haunted her mind for a good day until she got him home safe and sound, and she could ask about it. A bundle of nerves settled in her chest as she placed Spencer’s bag down and helped him settle on the sofa. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked sweetly as she handed him a glass of water and his painkillers. 

Spencer groaned a little before taking the medication. “I’m all right, you know, considering.” He offered her a tender smile. “Thank you for being here.” Reaching over, Spencer enveloped her hand in his, entwining their fingers together. 

“Spence… Can I ask you something?” Spencer hummed in response. “In the hospital… You told me… You told me you loved me. I-I’m just not sure what to make of it?” 

The corners of his mouth curled up. “Do you remember the first time we met? How I was looking at you through the window like a true stalker?” 

“Gave me a heart attack,” y/n chuckled, trying to read his honey eyes to try and figure out where he was going with this. 

“I had stolen a couple glimpses at you before that, too. When you were just mulling about your apartment or when you danced around the living room with a glass of wine or when you cooked… I didn’t know your name and I hadn’t seen you up close yet, but from watching you just live your life, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I’ve been infatuated with you ever since and getting to know you – actually getting to know you, up close and personal – it just made that infatuation grow to a love so pure and so grand, that I couldn’t keep that secret to myself anymore. I’ve fallen in love with you, y/n. And you don’t need to feel compelled to say it back. It’s fine if you don’t. I just– I figured you should know.” 

Tears lined y/n’s eyes as she listened to him talk. No one in her short life had ever told her words quite as beautiful as his. It warmed her heart and melted it into a puddle. She had been so scared to tell him how she really felt, scared he wouldn’t feel the same, scared it would ruin the friendship. All while he was feeling the exact same thing. 

“I love you too, Spence.” The words came out in a whisper as though it was a secret. 

“You don’t have to–” 

“I have to,” she cut him off quickly. “Because it’s true. You’re not the only one with stalker-tendencies, Mr. FBI,” y/n joked, causing him to let out a laugh, only for him to hiss in pain straight after. 

“Laughing hurts,” he whined. “Don’t make me laugh again.” 

Smiling, y/n leaned in closer and as her lips ghosted his, she whispered, “I can’t make such promises.” 

And then y/n kissed her best friend on the couch of his apartment. The one right across from hers. 

If they hadn’t decided to meet on the courtyard so many months ago, neither of them would experience the bliss that was kissing one another. 

And all because of a Taylor Swift song. 

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[sainzfilm]

toto + Secret admirer?

him as the admirer leaving things for reader (driver!reader if you don't mind) like little messages or notes maybe a little gift before and after races or quali in their driver room. ooh maybe reader also has love lovd letters that they have just written down but doesn't have the courage to give them to him! (imagine if their teamate found an envelope with his name on it and game it to him sidkdhdk)

-🐺 I think it would be fitting if the reader was at Mercedes

also sorry if some of these are so detailed sometimes my brain just gets an idea and keeps going

pairing: toto wolff x driver!reader

a/n: oh man…..MAN MAN MAN….i just need this to happen to me like idc i dont need to be a driver i just need toto wolff

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

Taking a deep breath, you slumped down the wall in your driver's room, trying to gather your thoughts before the dreaded qualifying session today. You just hoped that you could secure a good position.

Looking up from your hands, you raised an eyebrow upon seeing a bright green sticky note attached on your helmet.

You stood up and grabbed it, silently reading the note that read: 'Sky's the limit. I know you've got it in you, ace. Always rooting for you. x'

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head as you stashed it inside your little box that contained all the other notes that you've received from your secret admirer. If they believed in you, why wouldn't you do the same for yourself?

Getting out of your car inside the garage, you were greeted with cheers and claps as the mechanics helped you out.

"Great qualifying, Y/N! P2 is great. Bet they didn't see that coming," Your race engineer smiled as he patted you on the shoulder, "Looks like Mercedes is making a comeback tomorrow."

"They better watch their backs,” You teased as you took off your helmet and smiled, "The boss around?"

Lewis came up behind you, putting his arm around you, "Missing the boss today, hm?"

Groaning as you tried to push him off, "I just asked! I'm going to kidnap Roscoe and make him my dog.”

"You would never," Lewis feigned offense as he let go of you and whispered, "I know you miss him anyways."

"I literally hate you so much," You frowned as you punched his shoulder, walking off to your driver's room, "I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow, Lewis!"

Lewis laughed as he saluted, "Best of luck, ace!"

As you closed the door behind you, surprise was written all over your face when you saw three pieces of tulips on your bed with a box of blueberry cheesecake.

"Whoever this admirer is surely wants to faint from how well they know me," You groan as you put your helmet on the table, sitting down on the bed to read the note to yourself, "You know I'm always proud of you. Just a little treat for my favorite driver and girl. Winky face."

You laughed as you shook your head, smiling to yourself, "God please let this person show themselves already."

Grabbing your bag and the gifts from your secret admirer, you headed out the driver's room and into your car to head back to the hotel for the night.

As you left your car to the valet, you made your way up to your room when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and couldn't help the smile from forming on your face.

"Hey, boss," You smiled as you entered your hotel room and dropped the bag on the couch, "What's up?"

"I'm surprised you're still awake, ace," Toto chuckled through the phone, "I just wanted to congratulate you on a great qualifying result today."

"Mhm, I just got in my hotel room. l'm exhausted," You breathed out, laying on the bed and putting him on loudspeaker, "And, I tried my very best to get pole. But, I promise I'll do everything to stay on the podium tomorrow."

"Then go rest, Y/N," He smiled softly from hearing your voice, "I know that you will. I'm having a gut feeling you'll snatch your second win with us."

"You're just flattering me, Toto," You laughed, yawning shortly after, "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Of course. l'Il be there," He replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Soon enough, the night ended and another Sunday rolled in for race day. You arrived at the paddock, being one of the first ones to, and quickly went through any interviews to be done for the day.

"Ace!" Toto smiled as he stood up from his chair, walking over to you while you walked in the garage, "You feeling good today?"

"Boss man, good to have you here," You grinned as you nudged his arm, "I have high hopes. I just hope the odds are in my favor."

"It will be," He replied, patting your shoulder, "Go on and prepare yourself, hm?"

You rolled your eyes jokingly as you mocked a salute, which elicited a laugh from the guy you adored. Upon entering your driver's room, you smiled as you saw a mini trophy that had your name engraved on it.

"Here's a trophy in advance for today. You've already won my heart too," You mumbled as you read the note, "So cheesy."

Lewis peeped his head in your driver's room, "Hey, Y/N?"

You turned around and set the mini trophy down on your table and smiled, "What's up?"

"Can I borrow your charger?" He smiled sheepishly, “I left mine at the hotel."

"Yeah, sure," You nodded your head to the direction of your table, patting his shoulder as you walked past with your helmet, "Just get it in my drawer, l'll head off back to the garage."

It wasn't long until the race took place - your nerves getting to you as you fought hard to stay in your position and eventually catch up to the pole sitter, Ferrari's Carlos Sainz. But, it wasn't until Lap 48 when you've finally overtook him and claimed the top spot of the podium, successfully keeping your position until you crossed the checkered flag.

“That's it! That's the checkered flag!" Your race engineer exclaimed through the radio, "Spectacular race today, ace!"

You screamed as tears started falling down your cheeks, "Thank you, thank you! You can't believe how happy I am."

As you pulled up to park near the podium, you got out of your car and ran towards the team with the biggest smile on your face.

"Y/N!"

You turned around to see Toto a few steps away from you with a smile on his face. Grinning, you ran towards him and hugged him tightly, "We did it! We're back in the game!"

Toto chuckled as he wrapped his free arm around you, one hand hidden behind his back, "You know l've always believed in you, ace."

"Thank you, Toto," You mumbled, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, "Means a lot to me."

"Hey, don't cry,” He mumbled as he pulled away, wiping your tears off gently, "I need you to explain something, though."

You sniffled as you looked up at Toto, who pulled out a few opened envelopes that had 'For Toto' on it, "Oh my god, how d- I'm gonna fucking kill Lewis."

He laughed as he shook his head, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with yours, "So, I'm assuming he's right?"

"Oh, he better hide Roscoe," You grumbled as you walked over to the podium, "You're the one who's been leaving gifts too, haven't you?"

Toto grinned as he shrugged nonchalantly, "It's about time you found out."

"Not to be straightforward but," You trailed off as you let go off his hand, tiptoeing to kiss him quickly on the cheek before heading up to the podium, "Your girl's gotta get the trophy."

Crossing his arms as he fought back a smile, Toto looked up at you proudly as you held the trophy in your hands, a twinkle in your eye. He sure did get lucky for getting the girl.

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[raiynnah]

Blooming

@wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 411

Remus hums, wandering over to the sunflowers and rubbing a petal gently in between his fingers as he inspects them, they’re blooming but still manage to look wilted, much to his disappointment. In his other hand is a note adorned with his mother’s cursive handwriting spelling out every trick his mother knows about caring for flowers—-except for the witchcraft she must use, he thinks, frustrated.

See, despite his mother’s best advice, Remus knows nothing about running a flower shop, which is why he had protested so much when his mother insisted that “you’re currently unemployed anyway, Remus, and I just can’t miss Margaret’s birthday party!” Personally he thinks that his mother doesn’t even like Margaret.

Luckily the advice is simple, straightforward, and in bullet points. Except for the vague, slightly ominous warning to pay attention to Sirius with the long hair and the leather jacket but he’s chosen to ignore it for now.

He’s checking the bouquet delivery dates, wondering about the wedding flowers scribbled in two months in advance, when the bell on the door rings joyfully as a gorgeous man strides inside of Hope’s Lupins confidently, motorcycle helmet under one arm, and he realises that maybe he shouldn’t have ignored that last bullet point. The man is indeed wearing a leather jacket and while his hair is up in a bun Remus can guess that it’s fairly long as well.

“Hey, I’m Sirius,” the man says as he walks up to the counter, “You must be Remus? Hope told me her son would be covering for her.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Remus responds suspiciously, “What else did she say about me?” No one could embarrass him quite like his mother.

“I’m more focused on what she didn’t say.” Sirius looks him up and down. “Like that you’re incredibly beautiful.” Remus laughs self-consciously, scratching his neck.

“Says a literal model.” Sirius’ smile widens and the conversation continues.

It’s not until he’s sending Sirius away with a bouquet of orchids and the promise that his mother will be back in a day to discuss the flowers for the Potter wedding, that he realises there’s a new note on the counter.

I’d love a plus one but the wedding’s not for ages so how about a date instead? is scrawled next to a phone number and a lopsided winky face. The flowers aren’t the only thing blooming now, he knows his mother would say, and wonders how much of this she had planned.

[callsign-daydream]

Silencing a Rooster - TGM - Hangman X OC

Summary: Hallie "Daydream" A-Jones and Jake "Hangman" Seresin are trying to keep their new relationship under wraps. Unfortunately, they aren't too good at keeping secrets.

Warnings/Content: Hangman x OC, OC included (about her here), kissing, silliness, rooster is a menace

Word count: 861

A/N: Surprise fic! Idk I just kinda thought of this one...the ending isn't my fave but I hope y'all enjoy anyway <3

Jake: Got the cake. Wanna help me bring it in? ;)

Hallie bit back a smile at the notification, not wanting Phoenix to start interrogations. The context of the text was nothing special apart from the streamers and the big banner that yelled out HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLOYD! across the bar of The Hard Deck. Bob wasn’t due for another hour, and the Daggers were all happily decorating for the occasion.

No, Hallie’s smile was due to the emoji at the end, which could only mean Jake wanted a little extra sugar to go along with the cake.

“Cake’s here,” Hallie alerted Natasha. “I’m going to help.”

Phoenix nodded as she handed Payback another streamer to hang. “Good. Make sure Bagman didn’t lick it or anything gross.”

Hallie saluted and skipped outside, immediately spotting her boyfriend’s truck. The man himself was leaning against the outside, arms folded over his chest and watching her make her way towards him. When she reached him, he pulled her close and kissed her, making good on the winky face promise.

“You better watch out,” she said as she pulled away, trying to act more annoyed than she was. “Someone will see.”

“I still don’t see why we’re keeping this secret.”

It’d been Hallie’s idea. After officially confirming they were going to give a try to whatever this was between them, she’d immediately told him she wanted things quiet. It’d make things too complicated, both with their friends and with work, which she reminded the Texan of.

“You really wanna deal with Fee and everyone else?” Hallie asked.

Jake scoffed and wished the squad a good old fashioned expletive.

“Or how about Cyclone?”

The mention of their superior tamed the brave Lieutenant Seresin down some. As he replied, he pulled her back into his arms, though being good enough to keep his mouth at a distance. Hallie fought the urge to close it. Their relationship was still new, and while she sometimes wondered if she was crazy to be trying this with him, he’d show up with a smile, a gift, and a kiss she could never have enough of.

“On the other hand,” he was saying, “if Cyclone knew, we could get married. Lots of benefits for us both.”

“Easy there, Cowboy.”

“Just sayin.”

“You’re…”

“Handsome? Charming?”

“Ridiculous.”

“But I’m your ridiculous.”

“Shut up and kiss me before the cake melts. It’s insanely hot out here.”

Jake smirked. “Sorry, that’s my fault.”

Hallie pulled him down. He was vaguely sticky with sweat, his lips hot on her own, but she didn’t care. He pulled her closer and hit the back of the truck. He grunted at the impact, but didn’t break. She let a hand drift up to his hair and began to forget about Bob’s cake sitting in the backseat as another victim to California sun.

A horn jolted the duo away from each other.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!”

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw, pointing and gaping and yelling and hitting his Bronco’s horn in his shock.

“Rooster, shut up!” Hallie dashed to their witness’ open passenger window. “Would you cut that out?!”

“You and Bagman?!”

“Shut up!”

“YOU AND BAGMAN?!”

“Come on, Bradshaw,” Jake said, finally sauntering up beside Hallie. “You’ve seen me kiss girls before.”

“Not Hallie!”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?!” Rooster’s mouth was practically down to the gas pedal. “You were eating my squad member’s face!”

Hallie shut her eyes. “Roo, please. We’re not telling anyone yet.”

“Then maybe you should try not making out in a public parking lot!”

“We weren’t making out.”

“Eh,” Jake shrugged. “We kind of were.”

Hallie glared at him.

“And on Bob’s birthday too!” Rooster yelled.

“Look,” Hallie leaned into the Bronco and held her curls back from the AC. “What’s it going to take to keep you from talking?”

“Ugh, don’t ask him that.”

Hallie elbowed Jake in the ribs.

“I think you both owe me beer for a month.”

“What?” Jake slapped the sideview mirror. “No way!”

“Hit Sharona again and it’ll be two months.”

“We’ll do it,” Hallie said. “But any jokes, hints, snickers, or innuendos and it’s all off.”

Rooster saluted. “You got it.”

He was starting up the Bronco again when he turned back to the window. “Can I play piano at your wedding?”

“Had it, Bradshaw!” Jake shook a fist as the man in question drove off to find a parking space.

Hallie rubbed her face. 

“Well, that went well,” Jake said.

“Yeah, like Cyclone at a pool party.”

“It’s your fault, you know.”

Hallie snapped her head to him. “How is it my fault?”

Jake leaned in with a grin, so close she could inhale his cologne. “Cause you can’t keep your hands off me, Dreamgirl.”

She smacked him away. “Just go get the cake.”

He laughed and winked but obeyed. Hallie shook her head, reluctantly following to assist with the cake and wondering what she’d gotten herself into with Jake Seresin and what exactly he’d gotten into with her.

Whatever it was, she was willing to stick around to find out, no matter how many times Bradshaw whistled at them as he passed into the Hard Deck. ---

[hah-studios]

Dorothy and Scarecrow kiss 20?

Kiss on a scar (writing prompt list)

This take place after the Wizard leaves Oz:

Scarecrow walked through the halls of the Emerald City. He passed more than one Ozian who was in good spirits. It had been a week since the death of the Wicked Witch of the West and the whole country was still celebrating.

Scarecrow would’ve joined in, if things had gone the way they were suppose to.

After the Witch had fallen Scarecrow, along with his friends Dorothy, Tin Woodsman, and Lion, returned to the Emerald City to get what they had been promised from the Wizard.

Scarecrow had gotten his brain, it was a comfortable weight in his head and his thoughts felt both faster and more organized. Tin and Lion were also enjoying the heart and courage they had been gifted.

But Dorothy…Dorothy had been wronged.

The young woman had traveled farther than all of them, had faced all the dangers, had been the one to best the Witch. All she had wanted was to go home and the Wizard had utterly failed her. The daft man had floated away in a hot air balloon meant for Dorothy, leaving her behind in tears.

Her three friends had been so enraged by this they had been willing to throw away the gifts they had been given but Dorothy told them there wasn’t a need to.

Still, it crushed Scarecrow to see her, usually so bright and optimistic, constantly in tears and dragging her feet. They were trying to help, Scarecrow had been trying to think of some way to get her back to Kansas. But it had been three days since the Wizard had parted and no progress had been made.

He was going to check on his friend now, Tin talking to a Winkie who had come to visit and Lion (accompanied by Toto) going to find food for themselves and Dorothy.

He reached the fancy jeweled door that led into the room given to Dorothy. Scarecrow himself had been given to room but without a need to rest he was rarely inside it. And after days of traveling with his companion, it felt unnatural to spend the night alone.

As a scarecrow he had not been raised up proper even if Dorothy would call him a gentleman on occasion, so he didn’t knock before he opened the door.

The young brunette woman was standing in the middle of the room, barefoot with her hair down and her blue dress replaced by a green slip she could sleep in.

Dorothy jumped at his sudden appearance, a shade of red coming to her freckled cheeks.

“You startled me!” she scolded, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Sorry!” he jumped at her sharp tone. “I wasn’t-sorry.”

The two stood where they were, staring at each other for a moment. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes looked so tired and sad. And although he was just made of straw, Scarecrow felt his insides twist. She was so bright eyed when they first met, ready with a smile and a kind word. Scarecrow rarely felt anger, but he was enraged that the Witch and Wizard had taken that from her.

This was the Dorothy the Ozians didn’t see, the girl traumatized that she had taken the lives of two women-no matter how evil they were-and it was both a blessing and a curse that Scarecrow was close enough with her to see her in such a state.

Dorothy shifted, breaking eye contact, “Is something wrong?”

“N-no. I just wanted to check on you,” he admitted, then awkwardly pointed back to the closed door. “If you want me to leave I can-”

“NO!” he jolted again at her volume and she quickly dropped her voice to a lower level. “No. Please stay. I need the company.”

More than happy to oblige Scarecrow walked over to sit next to her on the giant green bed. Dorothy kept her hands in her lap and was still staring at the floor. Scarecrow leaned back and kept his gaze on her.

She’s so beautiful…thoughts like that wasn’t a surprise when they popped up. It was thoughts that had drifted through his straw-filled head not longer after he had first met her. He knew he hadn’t had much experience in the world, that they was much he was going to see and do. But he couldn’t imagine finding a wonder like Dorothy Gale of Kansas, anywhere else.

And he felt guilty that he couldn’t be as sad and frustrated as she was. Because a part of him that he’d never voice, not even to Tin and Lion, not even to Toto who couldn’t talk, wanted her to stay here. In Oz. With him.

His blue and white eyes moved down to her shoulders, for once bare, and he noticed a spot just below her left shoulder. A spot of red flesh.

“What’s that?” he pointed to the scar, resisting the urge to touch her.

Dorothy looked down and winced. Fear clouded her blue eyes and Scarecrow regretted asking.

“It happened when-when the Wit-when Morgana melted. A piece of her it-it landed on my arm and…” she shuddered, her eyes growing wet. “It burned me.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he spoke seriously, in his kingly voice he had adopted now that he was in charge of Emerald City. “You were a prisoner. You didn’t know that would happen. The Witch of the West is gone because of her own choices. Not yours.”

This time he didn’t resist the desire to lift his hand up and left his cloth thumb brush against the burn mark. Dorothy turned her head away from him.

Scarecrow wasn’t used to having a brain and thinking properly, so he must have forgotten to use it when he bent his head and let his artificial mouth touch the small scar. He was sure if he was an expert at using his brain, he wouldn’t have done such a thing. It would just make him think of things that could never happen.

Dorothy’s head shot back around to look at him, the rest of her face a stark contract against the surprise bright in her eyes.

Scarecrow pulled his head away quickly but didn’t move his body away. “I just-I’m glad it was you who made it out of there.”

“You would’ve never gotten put back together if I hadn’t.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I could’ve been in perfect help and I’d want you to come out of there. I would’ve risked fire for you to get out of that castle safely. You’re…” He shook his head, once he was used to having a brain he’d think of the right words. “You’re special to me.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Without a word she leaned her body against him, rubbing her face into his shoulder like she used to do when she was sleeping during their travels. Scarecrow wouldn’t move an inch if his life depended on it.

Dorothy sighed shakily, “You’re a good friend.”

[crepezinhos]

second part of purity please 😳 they made a fourth child

Hello! Writing a WHOLE part 2 for a Oneshot I did without the intentions of making a part 2 for seems very tiring and time-wasting for me. I really don’t know how would I continue a story which I’ve “given spoilers” to and completed (which is them getting married and having kids), so instead, would you all the people who I’m tagging below like a chai bot so you guys can have fun managing how things would work after Scaramouche made that promise to the reader? Like jealously from your future ex-husband, panic from your parents, society shitting on the both of you and maybe a problem to face? (Reminder that I’ll be giving you the chance of managing how will the marriage / family go and not just make you instantly have 4 children, which seemed unattractive to most people from what I’ve seen)

Taglist: @kindofscenic @the-stinky-winky @alatusorrow @sweetcinnamonnn @kindofshyent

@shyentsmissingink (tagging you bc of your very generous reblog, tysm, we love our little obsessed smart guy ❤️)

@amoyanderes (marcando você com a maior incerteza do mundo)

@sunny-star-space @liuaneee @coorwe (risky tags of people who have shown appreciation for my work ❤️)

[kimpossibly]

beneath the ice (peter prior)

pairing: peter prior x fem!reader

summary: sometimes following a lead can be a deadly pursuit with unforseen circumstances. especially in ennis.

wc: 4k

warnings: situations of peril (description of a near drowning), swearing, blood, hospitals, peter and kayla r separated and getting a divorce sorryyy, kissing/making out

author's note: HI SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR FOREVER HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU. i started college last fall so i guess i just got caught up in the swing of things and really lost my game, but here i am! can't promise i won't disappear again as i still do have to finish up the semester (and i may be writing an original novel *winky face*) but i just HAD to come on here and rant because the true detective brainrot is real guys. so so real. i was literally looking for content after the first ep and i was like wait...it doesn't even exist yet which is SO CRAZY because usually i write for/obsess over characters with so much content already out there so like. i guess i gotta make the content this time??? let me know if you want more peter fics because the brainrot is REALLLL. okay, love you! hope you enjoy!

"This is a bad idea."

"Yeah, probably."

Y/N had had it up to here with Peter's complaints. They stood at the edge of the frozen lake, their flashlights beaming over the glassy surface. It was around three o'clock, the sixth day of dark. Y/N still didn't feel fully adjusted to the constant darkness, especially with the case of the Tsalal station in full force. Sleep was a rare commodity nowadays, and she usually relied on that sleep to keep her sense of night and day in check. She wasn't getting any of that now.

"We're not going to be able to see anything from here," she muttered, squinting out at the lake. She took a tentative step off the snowy edge and tested the ice, putting half her weight on it to see if it would hold.

Peter saw what she was thinking before she did it, and he was going to do his damned best not to let it happen. "You're not going out there."

Y/N looked back at him. "I used to be a dancer, remember? I'm light on my feet."

"You were a tap dancer."

"Same difference."

She put one foot on the ice, taking a step forward. There was a little creaking sound as the ice adjusted to her weight, but it held. Peter caught her arm before she could take another. "Y/N."

She pursed her lips. "You can come with me if you want, but it might only hold one of us. Your choice."

"We'll call someone. We'll call Danvers, or—"

"We're here now. We might as well get out there and start looking."

He didn't like this idea. He did not like this plan. But Y/N had, seemingly, set on it. There wasn't much he could do now to stop her. He couldn't beat her, and joining her would probably make things worse. All he could do now was watch her. "Stay close to the edge."

Y/N grinned. "I knew you'd come around."

She turned and aimed her beam of light at the glassy ice, taking a few, slow steps forward. She could see straight through the glass now, to the rocky bottom below. If her lead was right...something would be here. Awena Lake. Something was here.

She traversed farther and farther onto the frozen surface, the wind whipping her hair around her face. She was far. Too far, in Peter's opinion. He was about to call out to her when suddenly she stopped, staring down at a place in the ice.

What he didn't know was that she was staring down at a face.

She whispered something her voice quiet, terrified. Then, a scream. Y/N fell to her knees, punching at the ice, trying to break through.

"Y/N!"

She heard Peter calling her name, but she could only focus on breaking through that ice. Punched and punched and punched until her knuckles split and suddenly the ice below her was getting painted with blood every time she brought a fist down. She was almost in a trance, beating away at the solid glacial matter that just wouldn't break.

But then, of course, it did.

It happened so quick that Peter couldn't missed it if he blinked at the wrong moment. One second he was taking slow, cautious steps onto the ice, heading to get Y/N before she did something really stupid. The next second there was a sound like breaking plaster and a splash, and Y/N disappeared under the ice.

She felt hands grasping at her, trying to pull her down. And a voice—there was definitely a voice. She couldn't quite make it out. She opened her mouth to scream back, and as the cold water rushed into her lungs, her lips formed one question: what happened to you?

Her vision went black before she got an answer.

Music. The first thing she noticed when she woke up was the music. And the fact that she was warm, when the last thing she remembered being was really f-cking cold. Her eyelids stuck together as she slowly blinked open, the dim lighting of the hospital room slowly coming into focus. She tried to flex her fingers and found them stiff as ice (no pun intended). She saw the white bandage wrapped around her hands, purple bruises around her wrist and near the tips of her fingers. Jesus. She'd done some damage on that ice.

The fucking music. It was some oldie—70s, probably. It was playing softly from the corner, and she turned her stiff neck to see Peter slumped in a chair, staring down at his phone. What a loser. She cleared her throat to test her voice.

"If you're on TikTok right now, I'll fucking kill you."

Peter jumped at the sudden sound, his phone clattering to the ground. Y/N laughed, though it quickly turned into a wheezy cough. She sat up, a bandaged hand covering her mouth as she continued to choke. Peter rushed to her side, filling up a paper cup with the water pitcher on the bedside table. He handed it to her and she waited for the coughs to dissipate a bit before taking a gulp of the cold water. She sucked in a breath and found her ribs fighting back against the stretch. Everything was sore. Which, she reminded herself, was her own fault.

"Do you want me to call the doctor?" he asked, dragging the chair closer to sit beside her.

Y/N shook her head. "Nah. M'fine."

He gave her a look, and she clarified, "As fine as I can be."

Peter looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but held it back. Y/N noticed a manila file on the other side of her and raised an eyebrow, reaching for it. Even leaning over caused her ribs to scream back in pain, but the snatched the folder anyway, flipping it open to see her own medical chart. "Hypothermia, boxer's fracture in both hands, ventricular fibrillation...Jesus. Okay, so I did some damage. My bad."

"What the fuck, Y/N?"

She looked up from her file. Peter had a look on his face she couldn't quite parse. Anger? Pity? Whatever it was, it was heightened by the fact that his under eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them. He stood up, pacing a bit. "Can you stop treating this like it's some fucking joke? You fell through the ice. I had to call Danvers and tell her you almost got yourself killed following some shit lead. You know what she said?"

Y/N stayed silent, fearing that whatever she said would make things worse.

"She asked me why the fuck I didn't stop you."

Y/N wanted to bite back, to yell that it wasn't his responsibility to tell her what to do and what not to do. But, she reminded herself, he probably knew that. It didn't matter. If Danvers said he should've stopped her, he should've stopped her. At least, that's probably how it went in his mind.

She said nothing. Eventually Peter shook his head, muttering something under his breath before going back on his phone. Y/N stared at her own hands, dragging her finger over a little spot of blood that had begun to peek through it. She tried to shift herself a bit and a pain shot through her ankle. She grimaced, hissing lightly at the sting. She pulled her blanket aside and looked down, her stomach twisting when she saw a purple bruise surrounding her right ankle. Almost like a hand.

"Geez. What, did you drag me out by my ankles?" she said to Peter.

"What?" he replied, not looking up, "no, I grabbed your hand."

"Then what the hell is that?"

She pointed, and Peter's eyes followed where she was indicating. "Maybe you kicked something," he offered, "you were trying to swim back up to the surface."

Y/N frowned, something nagging in the back of her mind. "No I wasn't."

"Yes, you did. I saw you."

"No, I was dragged."

Peter shook his head, as if trying to make the words coming out of her mouth form a logical sentence. "What?"

The memory came flooding back to Y/N. The moment just before she started punching at the ice. The face. "I saw her."

"Saw who?"

"Annie."

Peter stilled, his jaw loosening ever so slightly. He looked at Y/N, and for a moment he wondered if the hypothermia had gotten to her brain. "What?"

"Annie K. I saw her under the ice, so I tried to go down and get her."

"Y/N, Annie's-"

"She's fucking dead, I know," she snapped. "But I saw her, alright? I wouldn't start punching solid ice for nothing."

And now Peter was left in a conundrum. On the one hand, Y/N wouldn't lie about something like this. He trusted her that far at the very least. But what she was saying she saw...that went beyond reasonable explanation. He looked at her hands, remembering how they looked just after he pulled her out of the ice. Raw and bloody and bruised. He saw the way she was punching at that ice. It was desperate. No logical person would fuck up their hands like that for a lie. She was really reaching for something. For someone, if that's what she says.

There was still one issue: Danvers wouldn't hear it. They saw how far Trooper Navarro got when she tried to bring Annie's name into the equation. Zero tolerance. They couldn't expect any more grace from the chief.

"You don't have to believe me-"

"I do, Y/N. I do."

She was a little surprised at that. She'd expected Peter to tell her she was crazy. Nevertheless, she could take his belief and run with it. "Then help me," she said, her voice stern. "Follow this lead with me as far as it can go. We don't have to tell Danvers, and if it leads nowhere it leads nowhere. Just don't make me do it on my own."

Conundrum #2: Does he stay on the sidelines or jump through that ice with her?

Fuck it. It's gonna be cold either way.

"Fine."

Y/N's lips turned up into a small smile. Before she could respond, though, one of their co-workers, Lissy, popped her head in the door. "Hey, Prior. You're relieved of L/N duty."

Y/N sat up in bed, giving Peter a look. "L/N duty?"

He gave a sheepish shrug. "Would it help if I said I volunteered?"

"Get out of here. Smartass."

Danvers came eventually to swear at her and ask what the hell she'd been thinking. She gave Danvers the real, honest answer, which was that she wasn't. She'd probably take that better than a lie.

But eventually, of course, she had to.

"And what the hell made you start punchin' that ice?"

Y/N paused. "I thought I saw something, but it was—it wasn't—"

"Well, what?" Danvers snapped. "What was it? Wasn't it?"

"It was nothing, okay? It was a false lead."

That was hard to say, even if it wasn't true.

The highlight of the whole situation was that, at the very least, Y/N's circadian rhythm had gone back to somewhat normal. She looked over files until around eleven o'clock at night when she couldn't keep her eyes open for more than ten seconds at a time. Trying to sleep was a battle for a moment, what with the sore everything and the hands that could barely grasp at the blankets to pull them up to her chin. But eventually exhaustion won out, and she fell asleep to the gentle hum of the hospital's heating system.

And though she never really had in her life, she dreamed.

She dreamed that she was back under the ice, the rocks beneath her feet, crystal clear water swallowing her hole. And there was Annie, beckoning her further and further out. She swam for her until her muscles burned. The further out Annie took her, the darker the water got, and the colder and colder she felt. It got so dark and so cold that she couldn't see Annie at all. It was only when she squinted that she could see her hands in front of her face, and she watched in horror as frost crept over her skin and nipped at her blood.

When Y/N jolted awake, it took her embarrassingly long to realize she was standing on the roof of the hospital. Her bare feet were buried in the snow, the tips of her toes hanging over the edge, five stories above Ennis. A yelp tore out of her mouth before she could stop it, her balance wavering for a single, terrifying moment.

She stepped down from the ledge as soon as she got her bearings, the wind blowing right through her hospital gown and stinging her skin. She stumbled back into the hospital, arms wrapped around herself as she tried to recover from the intense cold, all the while wondering how the hell she got up there.

There was seemingly only one answer: she brought me there.

Peter's kitchen table was littered with crime scene photos. Darwin toddled on the floor, playing with his stuffed elephant, while Peter brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Y/N was so focused that she didn’t notice as Darwin stood and reached his little hand up, grasping for the photos. His fingertips found purchase and he started to pull a particularly bloody photo off the table. Y/N snatched it out of his grasp just before he could be scarred for life and Darwin let out a little giggle.

“Close call, little man,” she said, “that would’ve taken a lot of therapy to unsee.”

Darwin stuck his tongue out at her. She stuck hers out back.

“Kayla should be on her way to come get him. She's trying to beat the storm,” Peter said, scooping Darwin up and carrying him safely away from the photos. They sat down between the couch and the fireplace, and Y/N, suddenly craving a break from the blood and gore, got up to go meet them.

"You guys doing okay?" she asked as she sat cross-legged beside Darwin. "You and Kayla?"

She could tell immediately that she hit a nerve. Peter's eyes darted away from Darwin instantly, his gaze instead setting on the fire. He didn't answer for a moment, and for a moment Y/N thought maybe he was acting like he didn't hear her. "We, uh...we separated."

Y/N frowned. "What?"

"Two months ago. Maybe two and a half."

He picked up the fire poker and stoked the flames—not because they needed to be, but because if he didn't have something to do with his hands he'd go crazy.

Y/N didn't quite know what to say. She remembered when her parents separated, but she was too little to do much about it. Too young to think about comforting them.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Peter just shook his head and shrugged like it was no big deal. "It was coming eventually. We just finally owned up to it."

"Still. It sucks."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a moment. Darwin handed the elephant over to Y/N to make way for his sudden interest in picking out the fuzzies in the carpet.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm becoming increasingly concerned that my ice plunge gave me walking pneumonia."

That didn't make it better, but it did get him to laugh.

They played with Darwin and generally avoided the topic of work until there was a knock at the door. A hush seemed to fall over them, reality setting back in. Peter got up, taking Darwin with him, and Y/N went back to the kitchen table. She made herself busy (or, at the very least, she made herself look busy) with files.

Peter opened the door with Darwin in one arm, Darwin's weekend backpack in the other. Kayla stood there on the other side. She grinned and cooed as she took Darwin, but the grin faded when it became clear that she had to interact with Peter.

Look at the files, Y/N. What's happening at the door is none of your business.

Ugh, but eavesdropping would be so fun.

"What's she doing here?" she heard Kayla say. Both she and Peter looked over to where Y/N was sitting.

Well, at least I don't have to eavesdrop.

Y/N looked up, raising an awkward hand in greeting. "Hi Kayla."

"Hi Y/N," Kayla replied. She wasn't cold, but it was clear that Y/N wasn't her favorite person in the world.

Peter said something about work, but Y/N couldn't decipher it. She went back to work, trying to block out the distant sounds of what seemed to be a heated conversation. Eventually the door closed (not slammed, luckily) and Y/N looked up. Peter stared at the wooden door for a few seconds after it had closed, like he thought it might open again. Y/N rushed to look away as he finally turned and headed in her direction. She tried not to shift as he took a seat on the side of the table closest to her, taking his own stack of files and beginning to sort through them.

After a moment, she spoke. "Aaaaare we gonna talk about that?"

"No we are not."

"Got it, got it."

They studied crime scenes. They looked at the facts. They asked a lot of wrong questions and maybe a few right ones. They got so deep into the case of the Tsalal men that they didn't realize when the clock struck three in the morning just as Peter was about to brew a new pot of coffee.

"Huh," was all Y/N could manage to say when she saw the time.

"Huh," Peter agreed.

She looked outside, which at this time of night was a greyish blur of falling snow moving at too many miles per hour. This was the type of storm Y/N's mother told her to watch out for. People who drove out in these either ended up wrecked or freezing to death before they made it home. "Mind if I stay the night?"

Peter nodded. "'Course."

Ten minutes later, Y/N was curled on the couch with a down comforter draped over her to block out the chill (with the help of three layers of clothes and another blanket on top). The lights were out and all she could hear was the sound of whistling wind as she drifted off to sleep.

And for the second time in years, she dreamed.

She was back under that water, cold seeping into her bones. She saw the surface just a few feet above her head, close enough to touch. She reached up, but before her frozen fingers could make contact with the frozen sheet of ice she could use to pull herself up, a hand seized her ankle and dragged her down. She screamed, but only bubbles escaped her mouth, the sound absorbed by the freezing waters that enveloped her. She rushed to suck in a breath and the water flooded in to meet her screaming lungs.

She was dying.

She looked down at the one who was dragging her, and saw someone she knew to be dead.

"Y/N..."

"Annie?" Y/N said. More bubbles. Annie just looked at her, and somehow she knew: Death was coming.

"Y/N!"

Peter's hand landed roughly on her shoulder, enough to shake her out of the dream and make her realize that she was standing outside in the swirling snow, which was getting worse by the second. She turned, and their faces were so close that their matching frozen, red noses were inches away from touching. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

Y/N made no reply, trekking back towards the house as quickly as her bare feet could take her. Annie’s eyes were still flashing across her mind every few seconds, as if trying to come back to the surface and consume her again. She wouldn’t let that happen.

As soon as the door shut behind her, the wind howling and doing its best to pry it back open again, she collapsed against it, trying to stave off cold and paranoid visions. She vaguely heard Peter mutter No, come here, as he pulled her up from the floor and guided her to the fireplace, which he promptly lit. He draped a blanket around her, then two, then three. She must’ve looked like a floating head with all the fabric covering her from the shoulders down as she curled on the floor, knees drawn up to her chest. He sat down beside her after he was satisfied she had enough to warm her up. She was shivering slightly, but the horrified look in her eyes made him wonder if that was totally from the cold. He didn’t ask. He sat, staring straight at the fire with her. That was all he could do.

“It was Annie,” Y/N said finally, her voice hoarse. “She took me out there.”

Peter didn’t respond—he was sure the explanation she would give, if she gave any, would go entirely over his head.

Y/N swallowed hard before continuing. “She’s involved in all this. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. But something about Annie is still alive. Because what happened to her? That’s what happens when men get angry. But when women get angry? You end up out in the snow in the middle of the night with no idea how you got there.”

Silence.

“She’s angry. We just have to figure out why.”

Peter looked at her, color starting to bloom in her previously purple lips. She stared intently ahead as she talked, almost as if she were in a trance. When Peter reached out and took a lock of her hair gently between his fingers, she didn’t flinch. She glanced over at him, her eyes illuminated by the fire he’d set.

“Your hair froze,” was his only explanation.

Y/N looked down and saw that he was right. Little ice crystals had formed in patches of her hair. She wondered how long she’d been out there in the cold.

She wasn’t sure who leaned in first, or when the images of Annie disappeared from her mind, but in an instant Peter’s lips were on hers, and all visions of Annie floated away, replaced only by the feeling of his lips and hands.

It was only a moment before he pulled away, his eyes shut in a way that suggested he fucked up. For the second time in a week she’d nearly found herself in a life-threatening situation, and here he was playing with her hair and kissing her like a besotted middle schooler. She would be mad—she had to be.

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be,” Y/N said, pulling him back to her and kissing him again.

That was all the okay Peter needed. He pulled her to him again, this time a bit rougher, but still careful not to accidentally push any blankets off her. It was Y/N who eventually shed them, pulling him onto the couch with her. It was still too cold inside for either of them to remove any more layers they already had on (which they both found extremely unfortunate), but that didn’t stop Y/N from crawling atop him and straddling his waist to better kiss him.

After what felt like hours (but was probably only twenty minutes), they wound up that way, with Y/N laying her head on Peter’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her to hold him to her. Her heart rate was just starting to slow down when Peter spoke.

“You know I’ll help you see this through, right?” 

Y/N looked up at him. “Yeah.”

He ran a soft hand through her hair and she laid back down.

“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, probably.”

But, funnily enough, neither of them cared.

[justhere4kpop]

Oh, Nurse!

Demon! Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's friends think you can't dress up for Halloween, maybe this year you shut them up and win the annual contest.

Genre: Demons, Halloween Costume Party, Fantasy, Fluff, Friendly Competition

Warnings: Suggestive Conversations, Reader has some insecurities that are touched on, Language

~~Collab Piece with @nebulousbrainsoup~~ Here (Go check out theirs!)

a/n: This is my very first Seventeen piece!!! I'm so excited! I've been wanting to write for them for a while now but I never had any good ideas....ironically S.Coups is my bias. Also, this turned into one of my first like solo collab pieces, and yeah. I have some really cool friends. also, @nebulousbrainsoup thanks for editing and overall listening to me ramble. <3 <3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

~Masterlist~

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I hadn’t really planned on a couple’s costume with Jeonghan, nor had I planned on wearing something so…sexy, but when BooSeokSoon announced their annual Halloween party I had to go. And of course the boys had to bring up that I’d never wear something so scandalous..oh how wrong they were. When my demon boyfriend of two years had mentioned he wanted to dress up as a doctor he asked if I would join him. I wanted to surprise him though so I threw him off saying my best friend was gonna be a Tiger and saying I was Soonyoung. He laughed at the thought and nodded saying we’d for sure win the costume contest this year instead of Junhui.

It’s not that I CAN’T dress up, it’s that I don’t want to if I’m just picking him up or hanging out at his place. I have before, he bought a few very nice lingerie sets and we’ve gone out to dinner before at some very nice places but I like cuddling on the couch in pajamas and being comfortable. 

“Do you want me to pick you up?” the text read on my phone.

“No I’ll meet you there Doctor.” I replied with a winky face. I ordered an Uber while pulling on the white lace thigh highs completing the look. 

If there was one thing about a party at BooSeokSoon’s there was going to be drinking, drinking games, karaoke, and real fun time, you know…for it being in hell. My Uber driver’s eyes practically bugged out of his head when I threw on my coat to combat the chilled air of the autumnal season. It was a sexy costume but nothing too revealing, a mini dress, thigh highs and the cheesy headwear, cleavage just tastefully poking out. I was nothing if not classy while proving my friends wrong. I check my heels and makeup one more time making sure I won’t break anything, including my ankle, on the walk up to the townhome, and of course no red lipstick on the teeth. You know how magic works, presentable on the outside portal to hell on the inside.

Seungkwan opens the door for me and he’s casual…until I take off the coat I’m wearing.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Kwan?” I look at the man whose jaw is on the floor.

“JEONGHAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!!!!” Hoshi called out, coming around the corner and freezing. “Holy fuck.” he whispered.

“Hi boys.” I smiled and walked past them into the living room where the real party had started. “Paging Doctor Yoon.” I called out to the man who was still turned away from me, two drinks in his hand.

“I see my little tiger has made…it.” his eyes widened.

He dropped the drinks on the floor once turned fully. He’d promised to clean them up later but I think he forgot.

“Fuck y/n. That you darling?” he asked, biting his lip and spinning me lightly to get a good look at the outfit.

“The one and only.” I smiled and kissed his cheek leaving an imprint on his cheek.

“I’m never washing that off.” he smiled down at me, taking a peek at my cleavage. “And to what do I owe the pleasure nurse y/n?”

“Well since your friends think I’d never wear something like this, because your oversized shirts are comfortable…I thought I’d surprise you. And look! Couples costumes.”

“You are just full of surprises, and here I was telling everyone you and Soonyoung were gonna match.”

“It’s why I didn’t want you picking me up Hannie.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Get me a drink?”

“Anything you want beautiful.” he smiled.

To say I had stunned just about every one of the demons was an understatement. All of them had dropped jaw and dry mouth it seemed. I was a little self-conscious with all the eyes now on me but I knew if I was ever uncomfortable there was Dr. Yoon next to me.

“You know, even after 2 years when I think I have you figured out..you always manage to surprise me.” Jeonghan had chuckled into my ear.

“2 years isn’t that long Hannie.” I took his hand as he lead me to the dance floor.

“Then I can’t wait to see what 20 and beyond look like.” he smiled and cupped my face to kiss me, a few whoops and hollers coming from those around us. “Looks like you stole my breath might need CPR Nurse.” he smiled.

“Oh really, normally people who are choking don’t talk.” I looked at him.

“Oh? Choking? No not me, you later perhaps though.” he winked and kissed me again. 

“You know they say office romance doesn’t work out very well.”

“Good thing this is make believe darling. You’re stuck with me for a very long time…especially now that the guys have seen what should’ve been for my eyes only.”

“Blame them, they said I couldn’t do it.”

“I’m not blaming anyone if I get to see you like this.” he smiled.

Soonyoung had brought drinks around while people were dancing and that seemed to really get the party started, it was practically a frat party in hell at this point. Soonyoung always threw the most elaborate things for having a tiger on the brain. Then in walked Jeonghan’s biggest competition. His brother in arms. Jisoo, or Joshie.

“Hi Joshie!” I squealed and hugged him. “Is your partner around?”

“They’re putting up their coat.”

“I see, no costume again this year?” Jeonghan looked at his twin.

“Oh no we’re doing an angel devil look, they’re of course the angel. And what are you supposed to be?” Joshua’s eyes flashed red.

“A doctor.”

“What do you know about saving people, Jeonghan?”

“It’s called a costume for a reason, besides look at my lovely assistant aren’t they just…delicious.”

“I must say y/n, you know how to surprise us for sure. Never would’ve thought you were one to wear something like this.” he smiled and spun me around gently.

For demons they sure are sweet talkers hmm. Look it’s not my fault you have to give into temptation a little bit. 

“We gotta win this year honey.” Jeonghan pulled me into him slightly as I took another drink.

“Hmm? Don’t want to lose to Joshua again?” I chuckled looking up at him.

“Again? Oh no no I never lose to Joshua.”

“Not my fault you voted for Soonyoung’s tiger last year.”

“I didn’t actually think he would WIN.” he pouted.

“Come on the contest doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s have a little fun.” I pulled him along.

The party was in full swing by the time the costume parade was starting, of course the boys and their partners were participating if they could. Wonwoo and his partner were both black cats…not by his choice of course. Seokmin and Seungkwan were Superman and Lois Lane….Seokmin was Lois Lane. Jihoon was a DJ...so on and so forth. 

“Gyu what are you even talking about?” I laughed at hearing the man get lost in his train of thought again. 

“I don’t even think he knows at this point Jagiya.” Jeonghan snuck up behind me again, his hands finding purchase on my waist. “Mind if I whisk you away your cheeks are looking a little flushed, my nurse, need to make sure you don’t faint on me.” he smiles.

“Oh I’m fine Hannie.” I pout, my words a tiny bit stumbled from the alcohol coursing slowly through my system but he guides me outside calmly and quietly.

“Did you really do this because the guys teased you about not dressing up more?”

“What they said I wouldn’t wear anything revealing or sexy for halloween.” I pout more.

“I’m just saying is this to prove them wrong or give yourself a confidence boost, you always said you didn’t like being the center of attention.” he brushed my hair back. “I’m definitely fine with you showing off for Halloween and the like, I love it when you let yourself relax.” he smiled.

“Oh sure be sweet and kind now.” I held his hand. “I don’t know…I think I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it too. I’m not the most comfortable with myself sometimes but you tell me to try it out more…why not halloween.” I shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to look nice for you.”

“For me? Baby you always look absolutely delightful. Hard to keep my hands to myself.” he smiled.

“Jeonghan…you know what I mean.”

“And I’m telling the truth. I’ve never minded how you dress or anything, because you’re always you…my little bear.” he smiled and kissed me. “But I do like little surprises.”

“Keep sweet talking me and it’ll be a big surprise later Dr. Yoon.” I stuck my tongue out. “Come on I’m actually starving and there’s pizza….it’s also kinda cold out here.” I pulled him back inside.

“Oh Nurse, you’re going to get me in so much trouble one of these days.” he laughed.

“I thought trouble was your middle name.” I smiled.

“ALRIGHT! TIME FOR THE VOTING AND RANKINGS!” BooSeokSoon called out. “ONE VOTE PER PERSON AND IF YOU’RE A PAIR ONLY ONE OF YOU CAN VOTE FOR YOURSELVES!!!”

“Ready to lose again Jeonghan?” Joshua smiled.

“If I remember last year we had 6 votes and you had 5.” Jeonghan smiled.

“Doesn’t beat that Soonyoung got 12.” they both chuckled.

“I didn’t think that many people were gonna vote for sexy tiger man.” they laughed more at the thought.

“Don’t forget he has to present the winner this year, and you know how he gets about stage fright.”

“Hanniehae!” I called out finding them. “It’s our turn to vote!”

“Well I know who I’m voting for.” he smiled finding my hand as I reached out for him.

“I’m voting for Wonwoo and his partner, I like their cute cat ears.”

“He only has on cat ears, babe. He can literally turn into a cat.”

“Yeah but he has such a cute smile.” I smiled at my very own demon boyfriend.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve been bothering me for a cat for 6 months.”

“They’re cute and cuddly!!!”

“And you’re allergic.” he chuckled and wrote down our names and put it in the box.

“Fine maybe I’ll vote for Soonyoung again.”

“Do you want to lose? I need to keep my beat Joshua streak.”

“Oh you take it way too serious.” I chuckled and wrote down Wonwoo’s name and we left the “booth.” it was just the first floor bathroom with a curtain and a sign that said “private voting.”

Now I know what you’re thinking, who will count these fairly and not forge any for themselves. Our very own father figure, Seungcheol…well and Vernon and Junhui. And you’d think that demons could enchant the box right? Wrong…they take it WAY too serious…they got a special box from a witch that can’t be tampered with..unless you have the key. I mean not every plan is fool proof. 

“Well Doctor…better luck next year.” I smiled at him as Minghao raised the trophy in triumph and the crowd called out for a speech.

“Man I thought we really had it this year.” he smiled and shook his head.

“Well I think you look great.”

“I could say the same for you Nurse Y/n.”

“Did we at least beat Joshie again this year?”

“Of couse we did, and by always…one vote.” he sighed. “Maybe next year we can do Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.”

“Only is you find us an invisible boat-mobile.” I laughed at the thought.

“You’d look pretty hot in a body suit and pink fuzzy slippers.” he chuckled as we made our way outside.

“Oh are you saying I’m Mermaid Man?”

“Of course, I’m just your humble sidekick.” he kissed me once for good luck and twice because he felt like it. “And in a few years when you’re old and gray we can be the couple from Up. We better win before that though.”

“You sure we’ll still be together by then Jeonghan?”

“Oh I know we will be. I’m not letting you go anytime soon darling.” he smiled and ran in front of me. “Oh Nurse! I believe I need…CPR…For real.” he said laying down on the sidewalk and reaching a hand up.

“Choking people don’t talk Hannie.” I laughed.

[totallynotokguys]

Lego Monkie Kid Rewatch: Season 3

Episode 7, Cooking with Chang'e

Chang'e! When first watching this show, Chang'e's story was one of the only chinese mythologies I knew, and I loved her story. So you know I was hyped to see how LMK chose to interpret her.

Over the Moon is still my favourite media adaption of her.

Like Tang, Pigsy also gets the JTTW funhouse mirror treatment. Zhu Baijie is super lazy? Lets make Pigsy the hardest working demon in the show! Zhu Baijie constantly at odds with Wukong because the monkey is either ruining his fun ("no! you totally killed that demon I thought was a hot girl!") or making him do extra work (tripitaka: "monkey's taking too long. i'm worried." sends baijie to check on him)? Pigsy can still have beef with Wukong, but this time its out of protectiveness toward MK. Zhu Baijie never gaining enlightenment because he couldn't master his base desires? Pigsy has to literally stay away from pingpong tables as if he's allergic because he has no self control and needs others to intervene to stop him once he starts. Zhu Baijie got kicked out of the heavenly realm because he hit on Chang'e? Pigsy will be the 1# fan of Chang'e cooking show.

Wukong's rocket sound effects and playing with his food. This is everything to me.

Why isn't Sandy saying anything about MK taking apart his camper to turn it into a rocket? The guy is always so concerned and sad when his rides get smashed.

Ah. That's why.

Funny how the gang just casually forgets about Sandy the same way the fandom does.

"Can he just do that? Get new powers whenever he wants?"

Tang being the 25% of the fandom that rightfully questioned MK's powers.

Me and the other 75% who just accepted it because it was cool.

Ah how I pity my naive past self.

"I still believe in you. Maybe you just need a stronger motivator."

And then Wukong steps up to reveal he coulda been doing in this whole time, literally blowing everyone away.

But not because he's lazy like some people think. Rather, because he's a good mentor. He encouraged MK to try first, using positive words to try and stoke MK's confidence. And when MK fails, he assures his pupil he still believes in him and they just need to find some better motivation. The only reason he's stepping forward now is because they don't have time to let MK work his way through the problem like in season 1 (example: s1ep7 The Impossible Delivery. Wukong tells MK what his issue is and how he can work through it, then lets him stew over it on his own time).

"I've never even made a rocket ship before! Can you believe that!"

Look at how happy this guy is! Just look! He's finally having a new experience, doing something he's never done before, in who knows how many generations. Can you just imagine the amount of happy sauce pouring into his brain right now!

Side note: Wukong designed this. Just think about that for a moment.

That cute winky face with a bow tie, the bajillion levers and buttons to fiddle with, the firework esc shape. This ship comes straight out of the Monkey King's imagination. This is his style, his signature. And its cute and goofy.

"OMG! That might be the cutest thing I ever saw!"

Friendly reminder that Wukong is indestructible and can appreciate great designs without pesky mortal terror or annoying survival instincts getting in the way.

"The old ring triggered the alarm system trick."

Favourite quote of the episode. Thank you Sean Schemmel for this awesome line delivery.

"Come on bud, gold vision."

So is this the 'stronger motivator' you were talking about?

Wukong just letting MK squash him through a grate because he's a good mentor trying to build up MK's confidence by letting him take the lead in the adventures.

I promise MK won't feel less like a hero if you just turn into a bunny or something for a moment. Pigsy would probably appreciate not being suffocated by your stony weight.

MK literally using his past failure for his present success! Love it!

Turned the camper mini instead of into a rocket ship? Okay, not what he was going for. But hey, doesn't mean its not useful in a different circumstance! What a positive message!

Look at this positive ball of moonshine!

Love this girl so much. She found a way to enjoy her life on the moon doing something she loves. Chang'e is just thriving in this modern age where distance doesn't seclude you from finding mutuals and being social. Her being a tv star and probably influencer just makes so much sense.

"Why I never! Oh you better believe we'll be having WORDS when we get home, young man!"

Anyone else get flashbacks?

It's good to see Pigsy find reconciliation with Chang'e considering Zhu Baijie past mistake.