#i put all these down as i watched the movie for the first time

[writtenbykimiko]

jungwon has a habit of leaving his bags around your shared apartment after he comes home from practice. and he doesn't even realize that he drops his bag as soon as he walks through the door because of his intense exhaustion.

sometimes you don't notice his bags and trip over them. which pisses you off so much. but you try to keep giving jungwon chances because...well he's jungwon. (he's such a cutie patootie).

today, you woke up not in the mood. the sun was beaming on your face which caused you to wake up, jungwon not being beside you, the loud honks and beeps of the city life outside, the time being 7 in the morning (which made you upset, because you wanted to sleep in since you didn't have work), and you were starving.

you slowly get up with a obnoxious groan. you stumbled to the door of your shared bedroom. unfortunately, luck was not on your side this morning (obviously). you tripped over what seemed like jungwon's bag. now you're furious (oh shucks). you stand up slowly still a little drowsy. you kick the bag furiously as if it did something to you (sensitive much?).

walking down the hall to the living room searching for jungwon, you came across him watching a movie while sitting on the sofa looking like a little bean with a big dazzling smile on his face. (my descriptions are so weird lmao)

he analyzes your facial expression, and his smile dropped.

"you okay love?" jungwon said while pausing the movie he was watching.

"i am so done with you leaving your bags all over the place! its almost like a daily occurrence that i trip on your bags! can you stop being so careless and messy?!" you exclaimed while walking towards him and stopping in front of him.

jungwon was stunned. this was the first time you ever raised your voice at him. he was shocked but somehow finally took in the state you were in. you looked so cute with your messy hair and your adorable kitten pajama's. he wanted to be serious and talk it out with you, but the way you looked at that moment. he just wanted to smother you in kisses. (^ V ^)

"my love, i'm not trying to be rude but you just look so cute right now." he said while laughing

jungwon pulled you by the wrist gently, and you fall onto his lap. you out of habit make yourself comfortable on his lap. your legs resting on both sides of his thighs while he intertwines your hands together. he stares into your eyes with admiration. you stare back at him as your eyes soften.

one of your favorite things about jungwon was how you always got lost in his boba-like eyes. it was like a black hole that just sucks you in. you completely zone out forgetting what you were upset about.

you almost didn't realize he was leaning in to kiss your lips. before you can even snap yourself back into reality. his lips do it for you. you automatically kiss him back like it was muscle memory. you let go of his hands to put one of them on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.

welp now you're cooked buddy. because how the hell are you going to express your anger to jungwon when he has you literary wrapped around his finger. you already forgot what upset you, you'd rather not talk about it again after this passionate ass kiss. now you just want to cuddle. (damn, ain't no backing out now). after jungwon pulls back, he casually asks you with a little smirk.

"im sorry my love. i know you have told me multiple times to stop leaving my bags around. but i can't help it. after work, i just want to cuddle you and just be in your arms for the rest of my days. i don't try to do it on purpose. i'll do better, i pinky promise." jungwon wholeheartedly confessed.

well damn. what are you supposed to do now. you wanted to stand your ground and not give in (because you know how whipped you are). you wanted to at least be a little petty so you can prove your point, but we all know you don't have the balls to do so.

he's just a little guy who's exhausted from working hours on end. you understand the feeling of being so tired after work, you just want to rest and drop all the weight from your body onto the floor (so real).

you grinned while shamelessly looking at him. you regrated for how you acted towards him. jungwon being the sweetie pie he is, he almost immediately recognizes the regret in your eyes. he hugged you tightly expressing that it's okay. you hugged him back as your smile grew wider. you felt so much better after receiving jungwon's reassurance.

(why was i so fucking jolly writing this...i need to lock in and get a life.)

[klunkcat]

50 VAGUE ANGSTY + HURT/COMFORT DIALOGUE PROMPTS

42. "Tell me what I did wrong! What's wrong with me?!" + rise A Team 🥺

You keep requesting things that I know will hurt ur feelings!!!

TW: panic attack, derealization/dissociation

Waking up in the med bay had been less painful than this. He’d broken fourteen bones and fractured three more, been coughing up blood and some thick substance he was very sure was never supposed to be on the outside but he’d thought, ‘hey, we won’. 

This didn’t feel like winning. This felt like standing on the other side of a very long tunnel and seeing the world from a sideways tilt. 

He’d been allowed out of the med bay for a glorious two days– mostly to lay up on the couch instead of the stiff medical room— and missed somewhere that the world had actually ended. Because when Raph leaned over him to grab his glass of water on the table beside him, Leo flinched. 

It wasn’t him, he decided. Because Leo had never once in his life feared anything from his big brother, not even when Raph had gone through his snapping phase. Because Raph was Raph and that meant the biggest warmest hugs you could imagine, and big wet watering eyes and crying over commercials with kittens that sneezed too hard. It couldn’t be him that saw Raph moving forward and thought of pink, slimy tendrils, and felt his airways closing with a sharp thrum of oh god and I’m going to die, because that didn’t make sense. 

Raph froze, eyes wide. Leo fell further outside himself. 

The other him made his hand move, he didn’t feel it move. The other him spoke. 

“Oh, ha. Sorry, static must have shocked me.” From the blankets, yeah. That made sense. This other him that jumped at things at least had his wits, that was reassuring. 

“Leo,” Raph said very slowly. Some hindbrain red alert crawled all the way up from his heart and right out his mouth, and into that other version of him that was staying very still. 

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean to.” 

Raph put his arm down just as slowly, leaned back like he could telegraph every moment. His eyes stayed wide and locked on to him. “Okay, that’s okay.” 

“It wasn’t you,” the other him said, and Leo couldn’t feel his lips moving but he desperately wanted to be able to shut him up. “It wasn’t um— just. Jumpy. Pulled something funny, you know with the. The bandages.” 

Shit, Leo thought. Stick to the script, pal. 

“Right,” Raph said, without blinking. Like he was thinking something else. 

“Don’t do that,” other him said. “Okay, the big brother voice thing. I don’t need it, let’s just. Watch the movie, right?” 

He was suddenly aware of Donnie by his kneecaps, Mikey staring at him from the mound of pillows he’d made at Don’s legs. He needed this other him to shape up, acting classes were a must. He was flubbing big time, Leo did not flub. 

Raph shifted again, molasses slow, and gave Donnie a look. His twins face twitched with a nod, and he summarily picked up Mikey, blanket and all and shuffled into his lab. Traitor, Leo thought vaguely. Pincer attack, coordinated front. He hated that. That was his and Don’s thing.

Stepping on my turf, he meant to say. Other Leo’s mouth didn’t move, so he was useless. 

“Actually, Raph’s a little worried.” 

Oh, Leo thought, oh no. Fear lanced through him again, in some distant way. He could see his fingers twitching and couldn’t make them stop. “Worried? About what. Can I help, big guy?” 

Raph hummed. “Think you could, yeah. We haven’t talked about everything that happened, have we?” 

Well, Mikey had made him talk a little, about why he thought it would be okay to choose himself without telling anyone else first. Hugged him as tightly as he could with Leo’s broken ribs for three solid hours until Leo’d given in and promised he’d be kinder to himself. Donnie had been furious at him for three straight days somewhere after he’d blearily woken up from his coma, but they hadn’t talked directly about why yet. Suddenly, the look he’d caught clicks.

He was still too outside himself to react the right way. Other Leo looked away and twisted the blanket in his hands. 

Ever so slowly, he felt Raph’s warm hand land on his knee. He could see it, his big brother’s hand, green and normal. No spikes, no pink. He could breathe out— there was a rope somewhere there that guides him closer enough that he can flip his own hand around and squeeze. 

“Nothing to talk about, bro bro,” Leo managed, but it was croaky and lacking all the usual fizz. Fizzless, him. The horror was nearly too much to think about. 

The look Raph gave him was half a wince of apology, half tangled up exasperation. He didn’t like that there was guilt there. That didn’t fit. Raph hadn’t done a single thing wrong. 

“Leo.” 

He made himself swallow. “Raphala.” 

Raph sighed. Flipped Leo’s hand over so he could stare down at the bandages crossing his palm. He’d burnt the inside of his fingers somehow, he couldn’t even say when it happened. Silly, really. He’d laughed when Don had told him. Come to think of it, Dee hadn’t really looked like he’d agreed with the joke then either. 

He watched the way Raph traced his thumb across the white gauze, the way his face twisted and crashed down with mounting horror. 

“I’m so sorry, Leo. You know I love you, right?”

Other Leo made a second appearance, making his hands go numb. “I— of course? I love you too, what does that—?”

Raph’s non bandaged eye blazed when he looked up at him, swimming in the dim movie light. “I hurt you, Leo. I took your trust and I hurt you with it. Raphie’s so sorry.” 

That didn’t— Leo blinked rapidly. The world fell out of focus, clicked free of its puzzle piece board. Out into the ether. “Stop apologizing.” 

“Leo—”

“No!” Other him said it sharp, loud. Too electric behind the words, he winced at himself and didn’t feel his face move. “You don’t— you don’t get to apologize to me. That doesn’t— what are you talking about Raph?” 

Somehow his brother’s face only fell further, it made the panic in Leo’s chest sticky. “I said that wrong, I don’t—” It was so hard to think, why couldn’t he make himself think? “I’m not afraid of you! I’m not.” He wasn’t. Because it was Raph. 

“It’s okay if you are, buddy. Raph understands—” 

“I’m not!” Leo bit out, and blinked rapidly again as the world falls further out to sea. “I put you in danger, I jumped in and— I did something stupid, and you got brainwashed. Because I fucked up. Why aren’t you mad at me? Tell me what I did wrong!”

What’s wrong with me, he thought, vibrant and liquid like toxic sludge seeping down to his core. 

He couldn’t even see right anymore, everything had gone shapes and colors. It wasn’t even Raph in front of him, it was something. It was nothing and— 

“--breathe with me, okay? In. Out, that’s it. That’s perfect, Bug, keep doing that.” 

The Bug snapped him together, pulls all of his strings forward. Raph hadn’t called him that since they were toddlers, when he and Donnie had started insisting being twins and Raph tried to play along. Bug and Boo, he’d said all proud. Donnie had hated it instantly and rebuked any attempt at being called something so sweet by biting. Leo’d tried to make it fit a little better, since Raph seemed to like it so much.

‘S it b’cause I bug you?’ Leo’d said, sad and puddling up but hiding it with a teasing smile he knew would make the hurting less loud. 

Raph had smoothed his hand across his head and grinned. ‘It’s cause you’re my favorite bug.’ But it sounded like a good thing when Raph said it. 

Leo forced in a breath, feels his hands become his hands and his toes firmly plant as his toes. “Sorry,” he managed. “Sorry, went. Um. Somewhere. Back.” 

Raph’s big worried eye peered down at him, he let go of Leo’s hand with a firm squeeze. Leo shook his head, clearing out all the fuzz as much as he could. 

“I need you to hear me, just for a second. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Raph tried, worry making his voice small. “Can you believe me on that one thing? You were brave, and you got us through it, and most importantly you got Leo through it. I’m not mad.”

Leo scoffed, staring down at the blanket instead. Raph carefully scrubs a hand across the top of Leo’s head, warm and calloused the way he knows. 

“Raph wanted you safe. That’s all. And I hurt you, so it’s okay if you— if you need time.” 

Leo snapped his eyes up, grabbing at Raph’s hand again even before he pulled away. “I don’t! I don’t need you to go anywhere, or leave or. Please don’t leave.” 

Raph’s face gentled. 

“Can we just,” Leo couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t. “Can we just stay here for a minute? Maybe talking can be later.” When it wasn’t him and other him preferably, so he could say things the right way.

“Okay.” 

Raph settled back on the couch, slowly lifting his arm free and telegraphing the space underneath for Leo to decide. As if he needed to decide, the best place in the world was in Raph’s hugs. He’d always fit perfect there. 

Raph smoothed his hand across Leo’s head with his thumb, back and forth.The warmth pulled him all the way back into himself, almost with a shudder. Leo squeezed his eyes shut and buried his snout further into Raph’s side. It made him brave. “I’m not scared of you. I’ve never been scared of you, big guy.”

Raph’s thumb paused. Smoothed back again. “It’s okay if you are. That was… pretty scary.” 

Leo shook his head stubbornly. “Wasn’t you. I know my big brother anywhere. That wasn’t him.” 

He pretended kindly not to hear the hitch in Raph’s breathing. The warm chuckle after is like lottery gold. 

“Thanks, bug. I know you, too.” 

[freak-accident419]

‘the patch stays on’

Logan Howlett x Reader

(18+ SMUT PATCH!LOGAN HOWLETT x GN!READER)

Summary: Ever since you saw Logan, your boyfriend, in disguise for his mission in Madripoor, you couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking your brains out. Luckily, when you finally get the chance in your hotel room, you have but one special request for him.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, no pronouns for reader, no specific genitals assigned to reader, no use of Y/n, swearing, oral (r!receiving), unprotected penetration, creampie, missionary, riding

(A/n: me when i come back to write a wolverine oneshot… dedicated to @silverskyeline + @stop-talking, my fellow wolverine enjoyers ❤️ to everyone, I hope you enjoy, patch is one of my most favorite wolverine variants. based on/is a combo of both comics and movies. happy reading!)

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The X-Men were presumed dead by the public. Gone from the face of the earth without a trace. And just for now, the uncanny team of mutants would continue to stay low and hidden, planning to keep it that way.

Naturally, of course, this also included the Wolverine. James Howlett. Logan. Weapon X. Kuzuri. Your lover. Despite having several aliases, in which one of the many would be a hostile sputter of ‘freak’, they would all seem to dissolve by the time he arrived in Madripoor. No, for there was only one name he would go by in this crime-ridden, neon city for the sake of lying low. And it was Patch.

Considering his unique X-Men uniform that incorporated the use of a mask, his full face would be barely recognizable to any of the inhabitants of this foreign island. All he had to do was to wear a classy suit and put on an eyepatch to create a new identity while fitting in with the locals.

In your case, you’d never been on the news or the front cover of a paper, despite your mutant status and affiliation with the X-Men. For quite some time, you worked as a scientist alongside Dr. Hank McCoy at the X-Mansion, while also working as an academics teacher for the mutant students at the school. You were reserved and intelligent, preferring to focus on your studies rather than fight as an X-Man amongst your friends.

Therefore, not being a famous X-Man meant that nobody would recognize you in Madripoor, so you didn’t need a disguise and only needed to wear elegant clothing to blend in. You were still precautioned to lay low and make your presence discreet, however.

Additionally, the trip there was long and even a bit tense, considering Logan’s crumbling fear of flying, which you attempted to soothe. For the most part, you were able to calm his nerves and himself down.

He wasn’t very fond of the idea of you tagging along either, taking into account the ubiquitous danger of the island, but you insisted. You could handle yourself, and even help him scope out the several crime operations he sought to terminate in the first place. That had been the main reason behind this mission anyways.

Not to mention, you’d been crudely compelled to come with Logan on this mission, especially after seeing him put on that ‘disguise’. Watching him step out in an all-white, three-piece suit, paired with a contrasting black bowtie and eyepatch, gave you some sort of awakening. In retrospect, it was almost comical, if you weren’t so severely blinded by your own lust at the time.

Frankly, you could even say that you jumped his adamantium bones the second you got settled into the hotel. With heavy breaths and desperate touches, your lips moved with his passionately in a deep kiss. Your fingers tangled in his brown, now-messy hair as your bodies sunk down into the plush mattress.

“What’s gotten into you, bub?” He nearly chuckles, almost teasingly as you nipped at his neck quickly.

“I just—“ you pant, cutting yourself off with a breathy laugh as you feel the embarrassment of your hastiness kick in. “I don’t know if it’s the suit or the eyepatch—hell, maybe both—but fuck, it’s making me go crazy.” You felt your body heat up the more you thought about it; his dapper, white suit, the smooth cuffs concealing his wrists, the emphasis on his veiny hands.

Shit. You wanted him to take you with all of it on.

Well… Maybe with just the eyepatch on, at least.

“Mm, yeah?” Logan hums lowly as you two continued to make out, resulting in your voices turning hesitant and shaky. “You’re actually turned on by this, baby?” And before you could even reply, he flipped your bodies over so that your back was now pressed against the bed with Logan hovering over you. His eyes looked both sensual and predatory, eager to feel your skin on his, just like the many times he had in the past.

Logan’s hands ran down your clothed body in a firm, yet worshipping manner, soon removing all of your clothing until you were half naked. You hummed softly in pleasure as you felt his slow hands palm your heat through your underwear, his lips nipping teasingly at your thighs. His hot caresses continued for a while, him adding more pressure with his hand until you let out a quiet, impatient whine, hips slightly flexing upwards.

Affectionately, he kissed at the center of your underwear before slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling them down your bare legs, past your ankles, and off of your body completely, discarding the futile cloth onto the ground. The cold air met with your naked crotch, which would soon be replaced by Logan’s close, hot breaths.

You shivered with arousal, feeling his arms hook under your legs, hands gripping your thighs as you saw his head positioned between them. The sight of him fully clothed in his white suit and eyepatch while you were completely nude in front of him made you feel so lustful and needy.

“Mmm…” Logan hummed simply as his tongue poked out to give kitten licks against your flesh. A quiet gasp left your mouth in awe as the little action caused you to feel so much already. Then, your breath hitched as his tongue worked stronger, taking you into his mouth as he tasted you and your arousal.

You began to moan softly, hearing his lewd, wet kisses and suctions as his hand moved to spread your thighs wider. “Ahh—Logan—!” You cry in pleasure, hand moving down to grip his hair in your hand. Your lover groaned in satisfaction, your addictive taste leaving his thoughts and vision hazy, sending vibrations to your core. To Logan, your moans were some pure form of aphrodisiac, and he only ever wanted to hear more.

He continued for a while, using his mouth expertly on you as he has for years, his single eye now looking up at you through his eyelashes as he pulls away slowly. Logan, the passionate lover he was, wanted to take as much time as you both needed, to extend this moment of bliss and sexual pleasure. Therefore, he couldn’t let you cum yet.

As he smirked from hearing your playful, desperate whine, he sat up on the bed and took off his blazer, working to undo his bowtie. His hand then reached for his eyepatch until you immediately stopped him with your assertion:

“Wait,” you firmly interject, “the patch stays on.”

A wide grin appeared on Logan’s lips with amusement, now averting his attention down to his button up and pants, taking off every single article of clothing and covering. Except for the eyepatch you requested for him to neglect, of course.

“You do know I can’t see shit with this thing on, right?” He exaggerates with a chuckle, almost mocking your decision for him to keep the accessory. You didn’t know what it was that made it so appealing to you. Perhaps it was the sexy mysteriousness to it that made your boyfriend seem even more badass than he was. Either way—

“I don’t fucking care,” you retort, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down towards yourself, crashing his lips against yours. You could argue absolutely nothing could interfere with how astonishingly he could fuck you.

As Logan hesitantly broke the kiss, he lined up his body with yours, your legs remaining spread out on each side of his body while he made sure you were prepped. His hands were flat on the pillows beside your head, looking down at you with lust. Finally, and slowly, he pushed his cock through your entrance, gradually stretching your inner walls.

“Mmm… Ahh…” You would moan softly, looking up at him with hooded eyes and a flustered expression as he then pushed in completely, hips meeting with yours. He moaned almost simultaneously, feeling your satisfying tightness around him. Logan pecked your lips once, letting you adjust to his size before he started moving in and out.

“Oh—Ah—!” You whimper as his pace grows faster, hearing him grunt as his cock began to thrust fluidly inside of you, letting his firm pelvis grind against your sensitive flesh at the same time. The combined sensations felt extraordinary.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he mutters swiftly, rocking his hips at a steady rate against yours, letting his slick length massage and caress your walls. He made sure to move in as deep as he could, desperate to hit every spot that makes you feel good. His hands moved off the pillows to grip your hips tightly, holding you down, “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Feels amazin’…”

Logan’s arms now hooked under yours, meeting your lips to kiss you passionately as he fucked you sensually. You moaned against his mouth as you felt him become faster, sensing his animalistic instinct to become rougher with you. “Oh! M—Logan!” You whined as his cock continued to ram in and out of your entrance, the contact eliciting wet, lewd sounds of flesh slapping rapidly against flesh.

Feeling your walls begin to pulse and tighten, indicating your closeness, Logan pulled out, making you complain once more.

“Need you to ride me. Can you do that for me, sweetness?” He asks roughly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as if an apology for the abrupt stop. You felt a physical reaction in your body at his lustful words, watching his uncovered eye stare you down with both love and sin. Then you nodded.

The two of you changed positions on the bed, hearing the soft sound of sheets shifting as you climbed onto Logan’s lap. Your hands touched his shoulders, but then moved to cup his face in your palms, stroking his cheeks gently. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moved one hand down to grip his cock, lining it up with your hole. Both of your breaths faltered as you sank down on him, feeling the same sensation as before. The angle change, however, somehow made everything feel so much more pleasant.

“Fuck…” you groan, hands on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Logan’s hands explored and traveled across your body to feel the warmth of your skin under his palms. His fingers moved with such purpose, akin to playing an elegant harp. You two panted heavily as you started off slow for a while, until you gradually sped up once you practically began bouncing on his thick cock.

“Ah! Ahh! Oh!” You cry, hearing Logan let out small grunts and moans as well, while you fucked yourself on his lap. His hands moved to grip your hips, fingernails digging deep into the your skin to assist your movements. His hands pushed you up and down his dick, letting you feel him stroke your insides.

“Mm—” he grunts as he mutters your name in admiration, thrusting his hips up to increase the sensitivity and speed. “Fuck!” Logan groans, looking up at you with arousal as you kept moving.

You felt your body begin to squirm and tense up, knowing that you were getting closer and closer to your well-anticipated climax. Based on Logan’s panting, grunts, and stuttered hip movements, you could tell he was close as well.

“Mmm—Mm—I—I’m gonna cum,” you whine, holding him close to your body with your arms as your hips kept moving to pursue the final, euphoric sensation.

“Ngh—Me too. Me too, baby. C’mon… Cum for me,” he gently orders under his breath before you felt your muscles clench, walls tightening as you reached your powerful orgasm.

“Mmm—Ahh!” You whine in deep pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach untangle with euphoria. Your fingernails dug deep into his back, nearly scratching down his skin as your entire body quivered. Logan releases immediately right after, groaning your name as he cums deep inside of you, letting his warm, white seed shoot through and paint your fleshy walls. Your hips moved slowly onto his cock as you two rode out your sensitive, shared orgasm.

You both panted softly and you whined gently as you moved up, feeling Logan’s cock slowly slide out of you, now sitting on his lap normally. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you already. Your hands caressed his face before you lift his eyepatch up against his forehead, finally seeing both of his loving, intimate eyes. Your lips moved against his in a gentle, passionate kiss that marked the end of your lovemaking.

You were usually clingy at the end of sex, as you would frequently hold onto him like a koala. So there you were, with your arms embracing him tightly, as if he would disappear the very second you let go. Logan stroked your skin affectionately, basking in the afterglow of the beautiful moment.

“So, don’t get me wrong,” you mumble, still merely exhausted, “I love your eyes, but… the eyepatch is just… so fuckin’ sexy. Especially with the white suit, just—everything…”

Logan chuckled humorously at your confession, pressing several gentle kisses on your shoulder.

“Mm? Well, get used to it, bub. We’re gonna be here for a while,” he smirks as he positioned the two of you to lay down beside each other on the bed.

“Oh, I know I will,” you giggle softly, burying your face in his sweat-stained neck.

[lanalosty0uu]

⋆.˚ PROLOGUE ᝰ.ᐟ

🕰️ BACK TO THE FUTURE 🕰️

no specific warnings on this chapter slight foreshadowing of another stranger things character!

main masterlist

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

"Oh, no need to help, dear! I can do it by myself."

The nice 50 year old-ish lady told you not to worry about her fish pond. You're a second year high school student who just got accepted in an exchange program, and now you’re finally here, in Hawkins, Indiana.

"Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Byers, I can handle it pretty well… My dad also has a fish pond on the back of our house.” You tried to reassure her that it’s totally fine for you to take care of it. Remembering that she can already be categorized as an old lady, it would be very cruel of you if you let her clean it by herself.

“You are truly an independent and hardworking young lady… Reminds me of myself back in the old days.” You can see her smile while looking to a blank space, probably reminiscing herself back when she was younger.

You chuckled at her compliment, slightly thanking her for saying something you don’t hear everyday, especially from your parents. Instead of saying anything further, you smiled at her before continue cleaning her fish pond.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️

“Please, dear. Feel free to look around.”

Ever since you got here last week, you never had the courage to explore her gigantic house. Not because it has spirits living on it, of course not! (hope so) But, it’s more like you don’t wanna disturb her peace and you don’t wanna look like you’re being nosy about her personal stuff. Yet, from the first step you took on this house, you literally fell in love. The vintage architecture, big pillars on her yard, it seems impossible for an old lady to live her by herself.

Sure, her house only has two levels, but the interior of her house is just mesmerizing. The details and antique things in this place are remarkable. If only you don’t have to control yourself, you’d already touch every single one of her things.

The only thing that you did here was to go to school and spend time with her a lot. You went shopping together, clean the house, do regular house chores, watch cheesy rom-coms or comedy movies (which you surprisingly also love). The whole week basically already felt comfortable for you.

You always loved old people. You get to hear their stories, adventures, and all what happened in the past. It seems… Very interesting, so different with what you have now. And one of the things you love about Mrs. Byers, is that she talks about her youth days a lot in the 80s! You, as a person who is a big fan of the 80s always had an open jaw when listening to how beautiful life seemed to be in the 1980s, especially in the year 1985.

“These are some beautiful watch collections, Mrs. Byers!” You looked through a cardboard box full of old clocks and watches inside.

“Those were my parents’. I was planning to give those to the antique store since I don’t really use it. But you can look around there if you’d like, dear! If one catches your eye, please do take it before people put a price on it in the antique store.”

The feeling of knowing that you can look at these old watches and actually bring them home without needing to let out a single dollar made you feel euphoric. But, you still need to help her cleaning up this messy attic, not wanting her to get asthma from breathing the dusty air so much.

“Maybe I’ll do it later, Mrs. Byers. I gotta clean these up first.”

Mrs. Byers looked at you, giving you the ‘I swear this kid never rests’ look. Yet, she just smiled. And you know deep down she’s really happy to have someone to be her company and to help her around since her husband died a year ago.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️

“If you need me, I’ll be downstairs, okay dear?” Mrs. Byers excused herself to go back to her room, probably knitting since it’s what she’s been doing at home (as far as you know). She left you there in the attic, wandering through her watch collection.

As you were diving through it, you took pictures of every single watch, especially the ones that has unique details in it. But one caught your eye… A golden pocket watch. It has golden chains, chained to the top of the watch. Tiny details surrounding the face of the watch. Since it looks pretty old, it was also covered in dust and rust, including the roman numbers that tell the time inside.

You made the watch dangle around your arms, admiring it’s old, yet timeless beauty. You started turning the clock around, seeing if it still works or not. Sadly, it’s broken. You immediately thought of the 80s just by looking at it, imagining how Mrs. Byers would always wield it and brought it everywhere she goes, even though you know this watch must’ve came from an older time… Most likely to be from the 30s or the 40.

Since you liked that pocket watch so much, you put the chains around your arms, keeping it there as you put back the rest of the watches gently inside the cardboard, not wanting to be irresponsible after Mrs. Byers let you mess around with all of it.

note: hey, i'll be publishing the first chapter like around... later! but i'll be posting it today as well (i'll try hihi ^^), lmk what r ur thoughts about the prologue so far, and if there's any of u that wants to be in the taglist, feel free to ask! hope you like this one <3

@xprloki @pupwrites @gorlillaglue25 @lovestrucklyuniverse since y'all seemed pretty excited abt this, i've decided to tag y'all in this and all future chapters, really hope y'all like it and continue reading <3

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perv!matt x innocent!reader ♡

part 4 ❤︎ wet dreams

hcs - 1 - 2 - 3

❤︎ description: matt wakes up from a wet dream and starts to text you about it, but you invite him over instead. (in matt’s pov)

❤︎ warnings: pure smut, explicit content, f! receiving oral

❤︎ w/c: 4834

❤︎ matt’s texts are in blue!

matt woke up in agonizing pain. it hurt, badly. if he didn’t get some kind of release sometime soon, he would probably lose it. he was going insane.

his first ever wet dream about you. in between your thighs; kissing you, licking you, tasting you. in his dreams, you tasted fucking phenomenal. you gripped on his hair tightly and fucked his face as he devoured your sweet cunt.

in his dream, he was in absolute heaven, but it was just a dream.

so, when matt woke up with the biggest hard on he’s had in his entire life and a huge wet patch against the front of his boxers, he wasn’t sure what to do. he groaned in pain, throwing his head back against the pillow as he moved his hand to push his hardened bulge down repeatedly to try and stop the intense sensation.

thank god he slept alone because this was truly embarrassing. he thought he was done with this shit. he’s had wet dreams before when he was younger, but that was self explanatory. he had no excuse for this one.

well, maybe he does. you were on his mind every second of every day. ever since the moment you two shared in the closet at nick’s party, it was all he could think about. your lips against his neck, sucking on his skin and leaving behind the most beautiful bruise he wished would’ve stayed longer. he had that reminder left on his skin of you making him feel fucking amazing and when it faded, he kept it imprinted in his brain.

he let out a soft groan out of frustration. it was no use. nothing was helping. he thought to himself maybe now that they’ve had some interactions, he would actually have the courage to be vocal about what he wanted and needed.

matt moved his hand over to grab his phone off the nightstand. maybe he should just stop being so scared and actually say what he wanted for once.

truth is, he’s wanted you for so long. ever since he laid his eyes on you, he’s been hooked. infatuated. obsessed. the obsession with you happened very quickly and has only progressed rapidly over the years. he was one of your best friends, but he always knew it was more than that. at least for him, anyway. he looked out for you, was there for you if you needed him. it was like he wanted you to come to him for comfort and support so he can show you how a man should treat you. he hated seeing you hurt and just wanted to protect you from it all.

he was so obsessed with you to the point that you were all he could think about. it was driving him fucking insane. he wanted you and every part of you.

it became so unbearably hard because he knew he couldn’t have you. you never seemed to feel the same way because you were always so independent and carefree and even when you had dates with other boys, he still wanted you. it devastated him to see you get your heart broken, wishing he could pick up the pieces and put your mended heart back together.

he always assumed you’d never feel the same way , not until recently. ever since you noticed your panties in his back pocket the night you all watched a movie together, he felt as if maybe you were finally noticing him and who he truly was, rather than just the awkwardness in his personality. maybe you were starting to actually notice him. he did tell you how much he’s always wanted you. he was vocal about that for once.

matt let out a groan, the uncomfortable hardness not going away any time soon as he opened up his phone and immediately tapped on your name.

i had a dream about you last night and i can’t stop thinking about it.

matt’s heart quickened as he sent the message. within seconds, bubbles started to appear on the screen.

oh you did? what was it about?

it’s kind of embarassing..

come over and tell me about it. i’m making breakfast, you can have some while you rant.

give me 10.

matt immediately got out of bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, trying to push his hard on away so it wasn’t completely evident when he went over to your house. he knew just telling you about it and standing right in front of you would only make his cock even more excited, so he decided to just say fuck it and try to hurry as fast as he can. he needed to see you.

after brushing his teeth and trying his best to look decent, he scurried his way out of his house. thank god you only lived next door and not across town. nick and chris were still asleep so at least he didn’t have to explain to his brothers where he was going so early in the morning with a fucking hard on in his pants.

he knocked only twice before coming face to face with you. he couldn’t help but scan you up and down, taking in your beautiful appearance. your hair was up in a messy bun with strands of hair falling onto the sides of your face, your oversized t-shirt covered your entire upper body but showed off your amazing toned legs. all you had on was a pair of lacy panties underneath. usually you didn’t want anyone seeing you like this, but it was matt. he’d stare at you like this no matter what you looked like.

“um, hey.” he said kind of awkwardly, his hand immediately falling into his tousled brown locks. “thanks for letting me stop by.” he could still feel the lingering hard on that was throbbing in his pants and it wasn’t helping that he was now face to face with the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

he tried desperately not to stare at your body as you stood there, a smile widening on your face. the wafting aroma of pancakes lingered in the air and filled his nostrils. he knew you loved to cook, no matter what kind of food it was. you always liked to try different recipes and have your loved ones try them. it was like one of your many love languages. “hi matt! of course! as soon as i knew you were stopping by, i put more on the pan.”

you bounced on your heels, your smile only widening as you shut the door behind him once he steps inside. fuck, were you so fucking addictive. your personality in itself is so damn contagious and he wanted to be around you all the damn time.

“oh, thank you. aren’t you a sweetheart?” hell yeah you were.

his eyes scan over the room before averting his eyes to your ass as you turn around and motion for him to follow you into the kitchen. you looked fucking amazing even in just a big t-shirt. he ended up envisioning you wearing only his shirt and lounging around the house and that thought was not helping his still evident hard on that you obviously noticed the second you opened the door for him. he got lost in his thoughts and snapping out of them immediately once he heard your voice.

“come on! they’re almost done.” you called out to him as you stood at the stove, your hips swaying as you flip the pancake in the pan.

matt gulped slowly, suddenly feeling nervous as he walks into the kitchen to join you and leans against the kitchen island as he watches you intently. even when you’re in your element, you looked effortlessly beautiful. how come everything you did made him fall for you ten times harder?

“they smell amazing. you didn’t have to make me any.”

you turned around to raise your eyebrow at him with a stern look on your face. “nope. you’re having as many as you want. i wanted to.” you finished off the rest of the pancake mix, letting it sit in the pan to form before turning to look back over at him. he looked nervous and on edge standing there; like he so badly wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to.

your eyes glared down to the hardened bulge that outlined the center of his sweatpants. how was he hard already? you fought the urge to bite down on your bottom lip, your cheeks already growing warm as you immediately averted your eyes back to his.

he caught on to your subtle staring, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as well. “thanks. i’ll have some, then.”

you came back to your senses, flashing him a wide grin before turning your attention back to the pancakes that were now done and cooling off. as you waited for them to cool off, you moved over next to him and hopped up onto the chair at the kitchen island. “so, tell me about this dream you had of me.” you wiggled your eyebrows up at him playfully, a light giggle emitting from your lips.

his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink as he immediately averted his eyes down at the marbled surface before back up at you. “well, it wasn’t just an ordinary dream. the dream had me waking up like, really fucking hard actually.” his cheeks flushed even more, his eyes moving back down and not being able to hold eye contact with you as he says this. “in the dream, it felt so real though. like fuck, i wanted it to be real.” he let out a nervous laugh, his knee beginning to bounce which was one of his nervous habits.

it’s not that he was nervous of you or being around you. he fucking loved being around you and tried to find any excuse to do so. it’s the idea of you knowing he’s capable of having these thoughts about you even if he’s already voiced it before. having dreams about you though? he’s never had one like it before.

this piqued your interest as you kept your eyes focused on him. “what happened in it, matt? you can tell me.” your voice was soft and reassuring. you wanted to make sure he knew that you weren’t judging him. you were also intrigued since the moment he texted you. you just had to know what the dream was about, especially since it involved you.

“well, it’s kind of something i’ve been wantin’ to do for awhile and maybe that’s why i dreamt of it but it got me really goin’-“ he stopped his words, feeling absolutely flustered, his cheeks reddening by the second. his eyes moved over to yours once again, your eyes now locked together in an intense gaze. you weren’t able to read him. all you could tell was that he was completely flustered and when you looked down at the center of his sweatpants, you could visibly see he was harder than he was before he stepped foot into your house.

“matt..” you spoke immediately, moving off your chair to move over next to him, your hand now resting against his shoulder, your eyes still locked together. the poor thing was a nervous wreck. you thought it was fucking adorable. he was so flustered, unable to speak. “it’s okay. instead of explaining to me what happened, why don’t you show me? actions speak louder than words don’t they?” you flashed him a sly smirk, your fingertips running down his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt before slowly moving your hand up to his hair and running your fingers through his tousled locks and gave his hair a slight tug. “it’s okay, sweetheart. show me.”

something switched in matt after you spoke. his eyes began to darken with lust and desire as he stared up at you from the chair he was sitting on. you could swear you heard matt whine from you tugging on his hair. you stood there next to him, your fingers wrapped up in his locks as you kept your gaze focused on him.

without any hesitation, matt immediately moved his hands over to the back of thighs and down to your ass to lift you up against him with your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he walks you over to the counter and sets you down onto it. a soft, surprised gasp emits from your lips at his sudden movements. you loved seeing matt like this. he was usually so cautious and embarrassed easily, but when he lost control which wasn’t often, it was incredibly hot and so attractive.

fuck. the boy really does want you, doesn’t he? you spent countless hours throughout the last couple weeks wondering his true feelings and if you reciprocated those feelings for him. when matt does things to surprise you like this, it turns you on and leaves you wanting more. you didn’t realize matt was capable of being this way and you were slowly becoming obsessed with seeing him lose control.

your eyes lock together in an intense gaze, your hands resting onto his shoulders now. “show me, matt. please.” you pleaded, your own eyes filling with desire. your legs wrapped around his waist tighter to pull him closer to you, your hand moving up to run through his brunette locks. you were becoming addicted to the feeling of his hair between your fingers. adrenaline ran throughout your body from your head to your toes. “you don’t have to hold back.” you whispered out, giving his hair another slight tug which drawled out a soft whine from matt’s lips. okay yeah, you fucking loved this.

the words that fell from your lips were all it took for matt to finally break away any shyness and flustered feelings he had before. seeing you like this; pleading him not to hold back, to have him show you what his dream was and giving him the permission to make that dream a reality. he needed this. he needed you. he immediately placed his hands onto your bare thighs, your oversized shirt already rising up from where you sat on the counter. he moved one hand up your bare thigh underneath your shirt against your side, your fingertips drumming against the hem of your lacy panties “oh fuck.” he breathed out, already seeming breathless just by the touch of the lace covering the most intimate part of you. the part he needed to touch, kiss, taste in this very moment.

your body immediately jolted forward at his touch against your skin and teasingly pulling on your panties. his other hand moved up to place his index and middle finger underneath your chin to allow your eyes to lock together in an intense gaze. his blue eyes turned darker than usual. you could tell how much he needed you in this moment. as if he was an animal that was malnourished and needed to be fed. he needed to taste you. now.

you lifted your hips up slightly to allow him to remove your panties down your legs. you watched his every move as his fingers tugged your panties down, his eyes not being able to take his eyes off your pretty lace panties that were once covered by your pretty pussy that he needed so much. you were already soaking wet and it was evident with a small amount of your arousal coating them before allowing them to fall down onto the kitchen floor. this very moment felt so intimate, so fucking right and your cheeks were fucking burning from how much you were blushing.

you never thought this would ever happen, but you weren’t complaining. he spread both of your legs immediately with both of his palms, the pad of his thumbs caressing the inside of your thighs in smooth, slow circles. your breath hitched as you stared down at him, watching his every move. his hardened cock was pressing against his tightened sweatpants, begging to be free, but he didn’t seem phased by it one bit. all he could focus on was that he finally had you in the palm of his hand and he was savoring every fucking second of it.

“god, your skin is so smooth. feeling s’good against my fingertips.” he whispered this in a sultry tone, so unlike his usual voice. it was so fucking hot you felt like you might combust right then and there. you knew he could feel the heat radiating from your core as his hand inched up higher, closer to your sweet cunt.

he moved his hand to your bare hip, your shirt riding up everytime his hand moved. you melted against his touch. your breathing getting hitched in your throat. you didn’t know what to say, if you even could speak. all you could do was watch him lose and take control and have you at his mercy. his fingers caressed your inner thighs underneath your shirt in a teasing manner and it made you want to scream, needing him to touch you where you wanted it the most.

you had to be patient though. he’s wanted you for so long, you knew he wouldn’t just walk out without showing you exactly what he dreamt about.

“spread your legs f’me. need you. now.” he spoke this is a dominant, rough tone through gritted teeth. it was almost as if he was about to combust from how much he’s needed you for so damn long and he was finally getting to have a taste of you.

you did as you were told, spreading your legs wider against the countertop. fuck, this was so dirty and so hot and your head was spinning, your mind clouded with dirty thoughts and consumed of nothing but matt and how he’s wanted this for so long. maybe you have, too.

your shirt rose up completely now and you took the initiative to place your shirt directly at your hips and hoped it would stay there and not get in the way. your breath felt like it was caught in your throat at this point as you stared at him. his eyes were hungry, needy, and full built up lust and want. “been wantin’ this for so long. so fuckin’ long, sweet girl.” he used his fingers to cup underneath your chin in a rough manner , your eyes staying locked together firmly.

“a little taste won’t hurt.” you breathed out, already shaking with anticipation and adrenaline that rushed through you. your spread legs and bent your knees as you sat on the edge of the counter as he bent down onto his knees and suddenly he was face to face with your sweet, pretty pussy.

“holy shit.” he breathed out, a soft groan already emitting from his lips at the sight of your glistening arousal. your core was throbbing already, desperate and needing matt any way he was willing to give you. “fuck. you truly are beautiful, every single fuckin’ inch of you.” he caressed your inner thighs with his hands, your skin feeling like butter against his fingertips.

your cheeks were bright red at this point as he continued to stare at your sweet pussy, practically drooling at the sight. he had wanted this for so long and so many times he had imagined what you looked like when he’d take your underwear just to put them around his cock as he pumped it in his hand, cumming all over the lacy fabric with your name falling from his lips. now he gets to have you, inches close to tasting you.

his finger ran across your glistening folds, admiring your pretty pussy and how wet you were for him. your cheeks were bright red as he continued to stare longingly at you, not being able to quite take his eyes off you as his finger slowly rubbed your swollen nub.

his hot and hot heavy breath lingered against your center, feeling yourself growing more soaked by the second. he looked up at you from the position he was in on his knees in front of you, his eyes full of lust and need. “such a beautiful fuckin’ pussy, sweetheart. god, look at you.”

before you could even reply to his words, he immediately leaned forward and dove his head in between your thighs, his tongue running up and down against your glistening folds causing your body to jolt forward against the feeling of his tongue finally against you. your hand insrantly found his hair again and ran your fingers throughout his hair, a soft moan leaving your lips. fuck, his tongue felt so good against you.

he dreamt of this for so long. the taste of your arousal coated his tongue as he began to lap his tongue against your glistening folds, swirling his tongue around in several directions as he hummed against you to send vibrations down your core. you were throbbing immensely and the feeling of his tongue finally against you was so damn rewarding. you couldn’t believe this was happening and you didn’t want it to stop.

his tongue plunges into your core repeatedly, lapping up your sweet juices as they coat his tongue. your fingers wrap around his hair tighter and pull onto his head to dive his head more into your center. you wrap your legs around his face which causes a groan to erupt from his throat and send vibrations down to your core. you throw your head back against the kitchen cabinet. you refuse to close your eyes, wanting to savor this moment as long as possible.

watching him eat you out was the hottest fucking thing. you didn’t want it to end. fire coursed throughout your veins, sending shockwaves down to your body at the feeling his tongue rolling along your glistening folds before he began to suck onto your swollen clit and taking it between his lips. he sucked onto it hungrily, lapping his tongue against it each and every time he’d let it go. he devoured your pussy hungrily, not being able to stop. “o-oh fuck. matt. that’s feels.. so nice.” you moan out your words, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging hard.

he looked up at you as he continued to devour you, running his tongue up and down your glistening wet folds, moaning against your center as he opens up his eyes to look up at you. he’s mesmerized by how your face looks when you throw your head back in absolute ecstasy. fuck, he’s been dreaming about this for so long and now he’s finally getting a taste of you.

he pulled away just for a second to breathe, licking over his lips hungrily like he was already having withdrawals. you pulled one hand away from his hair to place against your own chest, massaging your breast through the fabric of your shirt. you looked down at him, your arousal glistening against his lips. the loss of his tongue made you whine, but you locked your eyes with him, already looking fucked out. “fuck, sweet girl. you taste so divine. got me addicted to this pussy.” he spoke in a sultry tone, licking over his own lips once more.

“can’t stop.” was all he said breathlessly, flashing you a sly smirk before diving back in between your thighs. his hands moved to your inner thighs to hold you still as he ran his tongue up and down your glistening cunt. he waited for so long to be able to taste you and he couldn’t believe this was actually fucking happening.

he sucked onto your swollen clit, lapping his tongue against it repeatedly as your legs begin to shake from the pleasure filling inside of you. “f-fuck!” you shouted out, gripping onto his hair to keep his head in place so he wouldn’t move away from your center, not that he’d want to. he could tell you were getting closer to your orgasm. he didn’t stop, continuing to roll his tongue along your glistening pussy, moaning against you with the taste of you driving him absolutely fucking insane.

you were so close to your orgasm. your body began to shake and tremble with fire coursing throughout your veins. you didn’t want this to end, but you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on. you continued to grip onto his hair to hold his face in place as you watched him devour your pussy like a starved man, addicted to your taste. addicted to you. “oh, fuck matt! i’m s-s-so close!” you stuttered your words as you moaned loudly, profanities falling from your lips as your heart raced rapidly in your chest.

god, he looked so fucking good between your legs. you wished you had your phone to take a picture for later, you’d already keep it engraved in your brain anyway. he gripped harder on your thighs to hold you still as you tried to rock your hips up into him, in an attempt to fuck his face as he sucked onto your clit feverishly. he pulled away just for a moment to look back up at you, his lips curving into a devious smirk as he licked over his lips hungrily. “cum for me, sweet girl. been needin’ to taste you for so long. cum on my tongue and let me taste you. wanna see you when you cum f’me. keep your eyes open, alright ma? don’t be shy now.”

he immediately went back to licking your swollen bud repeatedly, sucking onto it and moaning against you, your eyes locked together. you made sure to keep your eyes opened the entire time just like he demanded. hearing his dirty words and watching him fucking devour you is what caused you to get sent over the edge. you didn’t realize how badly you needed this until you saw him between your thighs, eating you out like his life depended on it.

suddenly, your body began to shake as your orgasm rushed through you, your fingers tugging onto his head harshly as you pushed your hips into his face, your orgasm sending shockwaves throughout your entire body as you cum on his tongue, moaning out in ecstasy, his name falling from your lips. he watched you the entire time, your eyes locking together in an intense gaze, moans falling from your lips. he couldn’t take his eyes off you. he couldn’t fucking believe this was happening after all this time.

he lapped up your juices as you allowed your orgasm to rush through you, your arousal coating his tongue as he moaned against your pussy. your heart beat rapidly in your chest, sweat glistening against your forehead. you look incredibly fucked out and hazed, your fingers lazily running through his messy locks. even in your post orgasm haze, he believed you were the most beautiful girl in the world. fucking magnificent. he used a tongue to lick your now overly sensitive clit to get one more taste before pulling away from your thighs. he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth that was covered in your juices, a now shy smile appearing onto his lips as he stared up at you.

he got back onto his feet to stand before you, your legs now closed and you pull your shirt back down as you try to find the strength in them to jump off the counter, but your legs felt like jello. your eyes moved from his lips and back up into his eyes. you didn’t know what this meant moving forward, but you couldn’t fucking believe this happened.

“a fuckin dream come true. literally. thank you, sweet girl.” his own breathing was labored as he licked over his lips and stared at you with his cheeks reddened tremendously. he’s back to his usual shy self. “been wantin’ that for awhile.”

your chest heaved up and down, your head resting against the kitchen cabinet. your eyes move down to the evident hardened bulge in his pants, a wet spot forming against the fabric. he was incredibly turned on just from tasting you. you didn’t know if he wanted you to return the favor or not, but the sight of him completely hard for you was such a turn on.

he caught your eyes, moving his eyes down to his own hardened cock before back up into your eyes. he had come here because of this same problem, but this time he wouldn’t be leaving in complete agony. at least he finally got to taste you. he bent down to grab your damp lacy panties that were still on the ground and immediately places them in his pocket, flashing you a small smirk.

“enjoy your breakfast, sweetheart. i sure as hell enjoyed mine.”

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Vampire In the Corner - Huening Kai

Synopsis: y/n learns the meaning of "reaping what you sow", when she wishes for a romance experience, only for it to come back as the form of a hungry vampire.

pairing: Vampire! Huening Kai x College student!reader

song: vampire in the corner - Magdalena Bay ( this song has been stuck in my head TEW GOOD) the song itself is quirky and kinda weird and sweet and I tried to make it the same vibe, but then like always we lost the plot. But it's inspired! Also inspired by Lisa Frankenstein! Also bad writing, but practice makes perfect :D

warning: Blood and biting and you know vampire stuff... the whole shebang.... and I think that's it! I tried to make it fluff and but honestly the mind does its own thing most of the time *sigh* Winter as a wannabe witch (or is she?) You as a hopeless romantic.

wc: 5k (😀)

A/N: You ever get a storyline stuck in your head and you love it so much, that even seeing it actually written down isn't enough? I need to be IN this story. I had this song and storyline stuck in my head and honestly not sure if I did it any justice but I wanted to so badly put it out before 1. I lost it and 2. I started to see the flaws in it.... If theres any plot holes, no there isn't <3 KIDDING PLS TELL ME

…And what endearments am I allowed? Let me think. Lizzie for everyday. My pearl for sundays and goddess divine…

The small tv illuminated the dark living room area of Soobin and Beomgyu’s apartment. Five faces braced the bright light, with one pair of eyes sparkling at the scene of her favorite movie, while the others watched with amusement at the cheesiness of it all. Surrounding them were plates with pizza scraps, sugary drinks and chips as they laid in different positions on the floor. 

…And how are you this evening Mrs. Darcy?...

“And how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?” the five of you repeat, you with a love laced voice, while the others mocked then gagged. 

“Seriously, who wrote the script…” Beomgyu groans as he rolls his head back. The credits had begun to roll down the screen, Winter reaching forward to pause the video. 

“A genius... You wouldn't know anything about that.” You throw the pillow towards him, hitting him square in the chest. 

“Alright, birthday girl… what’s next?” Yunjin grabs her plate, setting it on the already full coffee table, before stretching her hands in the air. 

This was a common Friday night for the five of you, while the apartment complex was buzzing with drunk college kids and a loud bass making the walls vibrate, your plans consisted of junk food, ranting, movies, trying not to kill Beomgyu and sometimes board games that Soobin stole from the recreational area on campus. Today, being your birthday, was spent doing everything you wanted to do, which included watching romance movies until the sun went down. You were three movies in before you decided to officially call it quits. 

“Hmm… I think Ive tortured you guys enough…” 

“Thank god…” Soobin whispers on the other side of the coffee table. 

“You guys suck! The girls enjoyed it right!?” 

“No.” Winter states blandly, her eyes covered by her dark side bang. 

“Um…I enjoyed you watching it~” Yunjin tries to flirt her way out, when she sees your glare, she continues, “okay present time! Me first! Me first!” 

She stands quickly running to her bag when Winter and Beomgyu pull out the boxes from behind them. 

“Quick. Open them before she upstages us.” Beomgyu whispers, pushing the boxes into your hands, Winter nods enthusiastically. 

You laugh before unwrapping Beomgyu’s box. Within the precise wrapping was a knitted brown sweater, the fabric was soft and decorated with blue flowers and patterns, accompanied with a matching blue beanie. It screamed you, as you put the sweater on, the color matching your maxi skirt. 

“Thanks Beomie! It's so me!!” 

“I know! I stalked your socials!” He said with a childlike excitement. 

“Oh!” 

“Me next! Me next!” Winter pushes the smaller box towards you. 

The box itself was wrapped in all black being held on all four sides by a gold ribbon. Untying it revealed a small vial of gray glittery liquid. A potion. 

“It's an armor potion. Meant to keep you from getting harmed if ever in danger. Made it myself!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“That's weird.” Beomgyu says upfront. You elbow him in the chest. It was weird, but thoughtful.

After no one speaks, she continues. “It can also be just for decoration.” 

“Youre so right! Going straight onto my shelf! Thanks Winnie! It's beautiful.” 

“Let's just hope she never has to use it.” Soobin glanced nervously at Winter’s small smile. 

“Me and Soobin pitched in together to get you this one…” Yunjin hands you their box. Opening it revealed a digital camera, already decorations with painted red flowers, and pink and white stars. 

“Oh my god… It's beautiful.” You looked at them both with adoration as they high five. 

“We know you've been wanting to take more pictures!” 

“Guys… All of you! I love you, guys!” your tears are threatening to spill. 

You wouldn't say your group of five were considered losers on campus…more so you weren't considered at all. Invisible really. Except for Winter, whose darkly appearance would garner stares and giggles. But no one really minded. Being in your own little world had its perks, You were able to be yourselves, able to speak your mind, maybe get bullied for it but in your own loving way. The outside world hurt, it burned and felt lonely. In the boy’s shared apartment, life felt easy and hopeful. 

You knew you made an odd bunch, different personalities mixed together wouldn't have probably worked for others, but you all genuinely enjoyed each other's presence. Whether the night consisted of Winter begging to contact ghosts or trying out spells she saw on some weird witch website, or Beomgyu and Soobin arguing about which game graphics were better on which console, or even Yunjins heated rants about everyone she hates (which amounts up to everyone), your nights were never boring. Spending your birthday with them was no different. In fact, nothing felt more like family. 

“Quick! Group picture before she starts getting sentimental!” 

You set the timer on the old camera, wiping your eyes before sitting in between Beomgyu and Winter, both resting their heads on your shoulders, Yunjin and Soobin joining in, sitting at the ends. The flash goes off as giggles spread around the room. 

—--

The clock had hit 1am by the time some were beginning to fall asleep on the ground. It marked the end of the night so once the cake was cut, and the group made fun of you for loudly wishing for a boyfriend on your candles, the five of you cleaned and started heading out. 

“Are you sure you don't want any of us to walk you home? It's really late…” Yunjin and Beomgyu look concerned as you all stand outside. 

Your place was towards the other direction than the others, leading you to have to take the dark road up to the furthest wing of dorms. 

“Yeah…I dont mind walking you.” Soobin stated, pushing his glasses up. He looked nervous watching the path to your dorm disappear in the darkness, crowded with trees and shrubs, letting you know he was more scared than you were. The path itself looked like a forest with how covered it was, the wind making the branches rattle and crack as the ‘hoos’ and caws from the nightbirds became louder. 

“Guys, it takes me like 8 minutes to get up there, ill be okay…who knows maybe I'll find the love of my life in those scary bushes.” 

“I dont think anything good is coming out of that forest…” 

You shrug, “I like bad boys too.” 

They groan, again. 

“Hey, you have that potion on you right?” Winter says from the back. 

“Yes, ofcourse!” 

“Dont be scared to use it.” 

“After I use it, they should be scared of me.” 

“YES!” Winter exclaims proudly. 

“Okay! Bye guys! Love you!” You exclaim, walking towards the dark end of the street, before they can protest. 

“Text us when you get home!” Yunjin yells. 

While they worried, this wasn't a new path to you. You had taken it many times since the group formed back in freshman year, when beomgyu and Soobin had invited you guys over to discuss some group project at the time. It was fate that the five of you were the last remaining students with no group to work with yet (maybe not fate, since no one wanted to work with introverted losers). You were boy crazy then too, the smiles of both beomgyu and Soobin had you in a trance, convinced that they were much in love with you as you were with them. But the infatuation wore out. It always did. Your obsession with love and the consumption of it,drove you to binging romcoms, staring at couples in restaurants, daydreaming about meeting your charming prince, and falling with just about anyone you'd meet. Yes, you were a little weird and your social skills might've been a little off to those you weren't close with, but you knew there was someone out there for you. Yet, you never actually went further than the feelings you gain, you would obsess then let it fizzle out. It was a routine, and kept your thoughts running at 80mph. 

You craved romance and would have sold your soul to be able to actually experience it. The late night kisses, the giggling under covers, the shy hand holding, the flustered cheeks, the sighing kisses, everything, you fantasized about it all. And you thought about it every single day, taking up most of your thoughts, leaving you distracted just like now. 

You were so distracted in fact,  walking the dirt road through the trees, as the moonlight made your footsteps cast shadows, that you didn't hear the other pair of footsteps behind you, or the wisps that caused the leaves to rustle. It wasn't till the crack of a branch nearby that you came to a halt.

You looked around for a sign of movement, holding onto the strap of your crossbody, listening in for any other sounds. The wind picked up, causing a chill down your spine, before you chuckle slightly, the fear slowly dissipating before blaming the weather for the scare. 

“Hi.”  A voice spoke, making you whip around to see no one, only when you face back to the direction of home, a man stands in front of you. Grasping at your heart, you stand still as you take a good look at him. The moonlight bounces on his black hair and his pale white skin that shines specks of crystal like freckles, but his eyes… no light reflects on them. 

“H-hi.” You respond back. You can't stop staring at his eyes as his pupils dilate and then return to normal. He steps forward and you step back, almost losing your balance. 

“I-its really late, a d-damsel like yourself shouldn't be l-left alone so late at n-night.” The man stutters out, he seems nervous and almost tired, with the heavy breaths he's pushing out. He rolls his head slowly, almost trying to regain any composure and opens his mouth, as he, very noticeably, stretches his jaw out and that's when you see it. Reflected by the white dull light of the moon, his two sharp teeth shine, pointy and thick…fangs. 

He returns your stare, licking the grooves of his top teeth. 

“Are…are you a vampire?” You ask, eyes wide and for a second, he's mirroring your reaction. 

Why arent you screaming yet? Neither of you move, and the figure looks at you confused. Why would you ask that so nonchalantly?

“Um…yes?” His brows were furrowed and head tilted. 

“Oh…” 

“Are you not scared?” 

You thought about it for a moment. Your hand was still on your heart, feeling the quick beats hit against your chest, yet you couldn't necessarily blame it on fear. You were…intrigued. The glimpse of half of his face left you wanting a closer look, the shining of his skin was blinding and distracting. 

“Youre so…pretty.” You say, mostly to yourself, but he is able to catch it. His eyes widen, watching your eyes sparkle with the moonlight and he feels heat rise to his cheeks.

“Um… What's your name?” You ask out of habit. 

“Kai.” 

“Y/N.” 

He nods. You can tell he's having a mental war with himself. This is probably not how these things go for him as he scratches his head softly. 

 With that, you realized why you weren't scared, he was not intimidating at all. Everything about him was soft, even the curve of his nose and the softness of his jaw. He didn't look like a threat. He looked like a painting, with his white flowy button up under a blue vest and blue jeans, his hair that laid like a mop on his head flowed in the breeze, uncovering a bit of his forehead. His teeth stuck out of his ‘o’ shaped mouth, you wondered how they would feel, if they were as sharp as they looked. 

You take a step forward, he takes a step back. 

“Um… Kai…Can…can I touch them?” 

“What? M-my fangs?” 

You nod nervously, almost regretting feeling bold enough to ask. Its the one thing that can kill you in this moment and yet the urge to feel them clouds your judgement. 

Kai, on the other hand, is completely lost in this situation, he has never garnered this reaction before. He's never been called pretty before. And he's caught off guard again when he realizes he's opening his mouth widely giving the stranger room to feel. 

You reach with one finger to smoothly feel the top before reaching the sharp end. The plush skin of your finger is not a sensation that Kai can turn a blind eye to, and yet he doesn't understand why he doesn't just bite down. You were merely food to him, so why is he having so much hesitation when it comes to you? 

Wind blows a bit harder this time around, reminding you where you were, the vibrations coming from your bag becoming louder. Shit. You remove your fingers from his teeth harshly. 

You begin to rummage through your bag before pulling it out and answering, the strange man still watching you in shock. 

“Hello?” 

What the hell? Are you dead? We have been calling and texting!! Soobin is on the other end, and you can hear beomgyu ask frantically, Did she answer? 

“I know, i-im sorry… I, uh, got caught up w-with something.” 

are you home atleast? 

You looked at the flustered vampire who was looking at you, disoriented. 

“Uhh, Yes, I'm heading to bed now, bye!” 

Hey! Wha- *Click* 

You focus on him again and then the lights of the building behind him. 

His pained face alerts you. 

“What?” 

“Your finger…” You look down at your hands and feel the liquidy substance dripping.

“Fuck.” You say as you begin wiping the blood on your skirt, but this just pains him more, a growl from his stomach breaking the silence. You stare up at him. The eye contact is prolonged as once again, he seems to be at a crossroads. Was he about to kill you? 

“I-Im just g-gonna go.” he grunts, and you feel a breath you didn't know you were holding. 

As he tries to make his departure, he finds himself once again feeling tired, but this time unable to stand straight, leaning on a tree close by, heaving. 

“A-are you okay?” You step closer, putting a hand on his back cautiously. 

He groans again, falling to his knees. 

“H-hungry…” He turns his neck to look at you and there's tears pooling in his eyes, theres red thick veins traveling from the inside of his shirt up up his neck and jaw, pulsing, each one causing him to close his eyes in pain, he looked like he was dying…it looked unbearable. You feel your eyes soften and you begin to worry. 

“Oh.. Um…” Your mind races trying to find a solution that doesn't involve dying or killing a person. OH! 

“S-Stay here! Ill be right back!” He turns to lean against the tree, sniffling, holding his stomach as the crystals in his skin start to fade. 

You sprint out of the tree infested woods, across the back lawn of the campus and head straight to the 24 hour diner. It would be the only place open at this time. You thought about it for a moment, how this couldve been your escape. Nothing was stopping you from leaving him there, from escaping danger. He didn't have to voice that he had every intention of killing you tonight, you knew, and yet his matted black eyes filled with tears made you run faster, the act of someone dying in front of you made you keep running. 

The door rings as you barge into the lonely diner, one booth occupied by a young looking man stirring his cup. You head towards the counter, frantically ringing the service bell. 

“You dont have to ring it that many times. How can i help you?” A very bored looking Anton waits for your order, but you cant stop your heavy breathing. You knew Anton from class, he had asked for a pen more than once, you thought he liked you, he just really needed a pen. And nothing reassured that statement than this moment, as he seemed to not realize who you were. 

“Um..” you clear your throat, “I-I need your bloodiest steak. Dont cook it.” He gave you a weirded out look.

“I legally cant give you that. Its a safety hazard. What? do you eat them raw?” 

you were running out of time. 

“Look, i have with me…” you take your wallet out counting your change, including your birthday money from your parents, “ 60 bucks for an uncooked steak, the bloodiest one you have. There's no cameras, so j-just take the bribe.” 

“Is this a prank?” 

“No? Please, Anton.” 

“How do you know my name?” Ouch. 

“We have class together, does it matter? The steak.” You were growing frustrated as you stole glances towards the trees in the distance. 

“Fine.” He takes the money from your hand and shoves it in his jeans before walking to the back. As you waited, you began to process the night. 

He could have just sucked your blood and left. You wonder what stopped him. What made him show you any mercy? Or was it maybe your blood doesn't smell tasty enough? Did even vampires not want you? You were kind of offended. 

“Here, it was the last one in the bag, so i just kept it with the juices.” He grimaced, staring at the sloshing of blood in the clear bag, “Is this for that one girl, whats her name? Autumn? Isnt she a wit-“ 

“Cant stay! Bye!” 

He watches as you leave the diner, heading straight towards the dark woods, and he shutters. weird, that was weird. 

As you get closer to the tree, you notice a crawling figure making their way out of the path, it was kai. Kai was on his knees, looking worse by the minute. You felt fear in this moment, if you get close to him, will he be able to control himself? But with the brittle way he tries to hold himself up, you knew you didnt have the heart to leave him there. you stick your hand in your bag to feel the vial, maybe winter knew what she was doing when she gave you this. So you run the rest of the journey, and begin to pull him up, setting him up against another tree nearby, watching the veins now turn black and thicker, it was like something inside him was eating him up. The tears were now running down his cheeks, and his hair was looking tussled. 

“what are you doing? I told you to stay… You're wasting your energy.” 

“I think I'm dying…”

“Here, I hope this helps.” You pull the bloody steak out of the bag and prepare for him to grab it, only for him to begin eating from your hand, with his teeth digging into the slab of meat aggressively. With each slurp the veins retract back into his skin, the softness and shininess coming back. Your hands tugged every now and then, as you tried to stay still, the blood was running down his neck and bleeding into his white blouse as he sucked the last drop. The crystallized freckles popped out one by one and even a dozen more, his cheeks were fuller and had a bit more color than before.And his black eyes were no longer dull, they were shining and reflecting the light coming from the nearby building. The most noticeable change was his lips, that were once dry and cracked, had become tinted pink and soft, creating their very own gloss. 

His eyes looked up to you after realizing the steak was now dry. The pink on his cheeks grows a shade darker as he stares, slowly releasing the meat from his hold, letting the weight, or lack of it, hang on your fingertips. You clear your throat. 

“Um… complementary blood juice?” 

“You're so weird… What are you?Why aren't you running away? Matter of fact, why did you come back?” He no longer feels at death's door, having the energy to investigate. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and you watch as the blood drips from his mouth. You swallow hard. 

“I-Im human. Im Y/N.” His head tilts. 

“I know your name… why did you come back?” 

“I dont know… I don't know! You looked pretty but also sad and scared and you were crying… I couldn't leave you like that!” You're looking down at your hands, noticing not only the dry blood on them, but the ring of mud on your skirt. Anton had every right to be weirded out.

Kai covers his face with his hands, “Stop calling me pretty!” 

“Im sorry.” There's a beat of silence. 

“Where did you even get this? Did you put something in it? Are you working for someone?” 

“What?! No! I-I bought it! Pretty expensive I might add! And I-I expect to be paid!” 

“Dont worry, I can afford a 5 dollar steak” He smugly adds.  

“Ha! 5 dollars… what world are you living in?! You're in the year 2025!! That steak was 60!! 60 dollars!!” You refrain telling him the part where you offered that much. 

“60 dollars?! Where did you get 60 dollars from?!” He looks you up and down, from the muddy brown skirt to your new brown, now covered in splotches of red, sweater.

“It was birthday money.” you snap unintentionally. A beat of silence passes. 

“I'm sorry, I'm being ungrateful, you just saved me…I just… humans aren't usually this… caring? Happy Birthday….by the way…” 

“Thank you.” You sheepishly state, no longer looking at him as the heat rises to your cheeks. You grab your phone from your bag again, taking a look at the time. 2:43am. The group chat had died down by this point, leaving you with a couple of missed calls and messages of concern and then an updated message from your call with Soobin before everyone started saying good night. One message caught your eye though, a private message from Winter. 

1:20am

Please be careful…

“What is that?” 

“What?”

“In your hand? You talked to it earlier too, right?” 

Hes leaning forward now, scooting a bit closer. Its almost like he forgot he was a threat and you leaned back, before he looked at you and then back your hand curiously. 

“My phone…it's a phone.” 

“Woah… you mean like the telephone was modernized? Where’s the wiring?” 

“Its mobile now… l-like wireless?” 

“Wireless?! That's so interesting…This is so advanced, where are the buttons?” His eyes are bright with curiosity. 

“Its touchscreen!” His excitement was contagious and you couldn't help but giggle. 

“Touchscreen?” 

“Yeah, look!” You say clicking it on, the lock screen displaying a picture of Winter and Soobin wearing halloween masks posing back to back. You smile softly. You unlock it, passing it over to him to look through. Your hand skims his as he grabs the device. You feel a shock before pulling your hand away quickly, knocking your bag and hearing the items that it contains hitting the floor. Your eyes widening looking back at him and see he's already staring at you with the same expression. You clear your throat and frantically start collecting the items. 

I'm crazy but not Bella crazy. You thought. 

As you watch him scroll through your social media, leaving likes accidentally, asking ‘who is this?” Every time someone comes up, you realize just  how funny this all is. Here you were hanging out with a vampire. You were sure you were gonna wake up at some point. 

“What year were you born?” He stops to look at you, thinking for a moment…

“I dont really remember…” His eyes dim, brows scrunch together. “I've been 22 for a while…” He clears his throat, “What about you? I mean, how old are you?” 

“I turned 22 a couple hours ago” 

He nods. 

“Its been awhile since I've been up again… this era feels different. Everything seems so…” 

“Boring? It might just be the town.” 

“No it just feels like something big is gonna happen, It makes me nervous.” 

“Oh… are there more of you?” Your phone is no longer on, his gaze intensifies. 

“Y-yes. Actually, it's getting late… You should head home.” He gets up as quickly as he can still groaning, probably the blood was still working its way through his system. 

“You're letting me go?” 

“Ofcourse, you saved my life.” 

You felt silly but couldn't help but ask. 

“Will I ever see you again?” He looks up at the trees, looking around like he’s keeping guard. 

“I don't know if that's a good idea…” 

“Well… you still owe me 60 bucks…” He laughs, and it makes him look the most human, even with the sharp teeth. 

“Okay. I'll be back with your money, but for now, let's get you home.” 

Luckily, the walk to your dorm was taking a bit longer than it usually did, both of your footsteps slowly making its way down the cemented path to the dorms. You still had so many questions, yet no way of framing them without coming across as nosy. You wanted to know more about him, why was he in this lousy college town, why doesn't he remember where he's from, who are the others and why did he look so nervous mentioning them. But instead, you had to start small, not wanting to bring up troubling thoughts. 

“What was your last year awake?” 

“Hmmm…guess?” He smirks and looks down at you, his hands locked behind him, holding on to the bag of steak juice that was probably a bit warm now. 

“Okay, well you knew about the telephone but they weren't wireless… and your steak prices were unimaginably low, but your denim fashion is throwing me off…Hmmm…” 

“Was denim a thing recently?” 

“Well, theyve always been a thing but jean vest give off 80’s or 90’s…Thats not my answer though!”

He's squinting his eyes at you, trying to force a smile down. 

“19…7…1?” 

“Ooo, close. 1965.” 

“damn…But the jean vest?!” 

“It was outta sight! All the rebels were wearing it!” 

“But, you don't seem like the rebel type, you're too nice.” 

“I dont know about nice…” he rubs the back of his neck, “but someone like me has to blend in.” 

“Hmm…” 

“What about you?”

“What about me?” 

“Are you a rebel?” Kai looks at you amused with a smile, and it only grows as you heat up.

“G-god no! I'm not built for that lifestyle.” It was true, you were weird but all you ever did was follow the rules, anything that felt mildly risky, threw you out for a loop. 

He laughs and nods. 

“I'm like that too.” 

“Yeah right…” 

“No really! I've never been good at being “bad”…maybe that's why I couldnt…you know…” Hes referring to the moment back in the woods. 

“Oh, yeah well, thanks for that.” 

“No, um thank you.” He remembers the look of curiosity upon your face as he sucked on the steak, the way your mouth hung open and your eyebrows furrowed together, your eyes displayed different emotions at a grand speed, he wasn't sure if you once ever looked disgusted, and he was glad he didn't.  He never wanted to be at the receiving end of it. 

You took your keys out. Looking back at him, you had one more question to ask…

“Have you ever…killed someone?” He stares at you, once again the intensity of his stare grows, like back when you asked if there were more of him. 

“...not directly… Ive…fed on them before but they were already dead.” He whispers and he looks so ashamed. 

“You really shouldn't be so trusting…” he wouldn't look at you anymore, “there's no way of knowing someone could be truly dangerous.” 

“I feel like I can trust you at least, right?” you wanted to touch his hand, reaching forward to grab it, and when Kai sees the mess of dry blood on it and on your sweater sleeve he grimaces, but grabs it. 

“You should head in and wash this off.” His cold hands linger on yours for a moment before he bends down and kisses your palm gently, squeezing his eyes shut trying to fight off the smell of your blood and the steak’s. 

You can't fight the blush that comes to your cheeks, so instead you turn to unlock your door. Once opened you turn in hopes of locking in the image of the shining man you've met.

“Goodni-” But he's gone, leaving no trace of himself behind, just the lingering feeling of his mouth on your wrist. 

—- 

Waking up the next morning, replaying the dream of Kai biting your wrist instead of kissing it over and over again, confirmed that last night was not a dream and you did in fact meet a vampire. Now the question was, Where was he now? What was he doing? 

“Y/N! Come quick!” your roommate, Chaewon, yells, panic laced in her cry. 

Your hair was still wet from last night's shower, not having the energy to blow dry it, you had placed it in a messy bun. You untangle your hair now from the band, and walk into the living room. 

BREAKING NEWS: Diner worker and college student, Lee Anton, found dead this morning by diner manager. As of now, Davenport College is working closely with police. While the autopsy has come back as an unknown death, police are not ruling out homicide- 

“What?” you whisper. Chaewon is already hanging on to you, shaking at the proximity of it. You didn't know Chaewon all that well, saying polite greetings and exchanges was as far as you went and yet you couldn't help but hold on to her as someone knocked on your door. 

Shaking, you head over and crack the door. 

“Hey, this was at the front door of the building, it was addressed to you.” The RA looked down at his hands and you followed. 

In his hand, was the grey glitter liquid encased in the glass vial, with it came a note: 

Y/N L/N, forgetting this?

A/N: YOU MADE IT!!!! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Please let me know your thoughts! I'll most likely continue this cause vampire kai has my attention rn... but I am starting school up again soon so,,, WHO KNOWS?! it also depends if people liked it :'3. SO please let me know your thoughts, tell me you love it, tell me you hate it, either way tears will be spilled! - J

ps. still learning how Tumblr works so if my formatting looks funny...help...

[cherubkissesx]

voice of an angel

pairing: female! bau reader x spencer reid and the bau

content: pure fluff, established relationship between reader and spencer, reader singing karaoke, one use of y/n other than that none

a/n: hello! this is my first one shot so please be kind :) this is quite a short one so i hope you all enjoy! this idea came to me when i listened to this song and thought it’d be a cute one shot

you and the rest of the team decided after a long hard case you all needed a well deserved drink. after you all had gotten a drink and secured a table, the sound of singing filled the bar. what you all hadn’t realised was that this bar was a karaoke bar and you all had to endure peoples screeching singing voice.

you had began feeling a bit tipsy as you were now 4 vodkas deep and you could feel that familiar hazy feeling washing over you.

“hey” emily said rather loudly without meaning to which caught the whole teams attention. “hello?” you said confused.

“you should go up there and sing a song” emily smirked. “no i can’t sing.” you said.

“come on! it’ll be fun!” jj said jumping in. “i bet you’ve got a powerhouse of a voice hidden under that quiet demeanour sweetness, i bet it’s all a facade.” derek added.

“she has.” spencer said innocently and then looked at you smirking. “spence!” you said your cheeks reddening as he had just revealed your secret.

“oh well you must go up!” rossi said enthusiastically. “all those girls nights we’ve had where we’ve sang the soundtrack to our favourite movies and you’ve never bothered to mention you can actually sing!” penelope shouted. “i feel hurt” penelope said feigning hurt.

“sorry!” you laughed. “we want to see what voice you’ve got hidden.” emily urged. “it’s great.” spencer said and you glared at him.

you downed the rest of your drink needing some liquid courage to get you through this three minute performance. “fine!” you said slamming your empty glass down on the table and walking over confidently to the man who controlled the songs and whispered your request in his ear.

“i think i know what song she’s going to sing.” jj said. “i feel like we’re thinking the same thing” penelope said. “oh well, she’s definitely going to sing it must’ve been love it’s from pretty woman and we usually do a duet not to mention it’s her favourite movie.” emily smiled.

“a classic” rossi added. “i didn’t know you were into romcoms, rossi.” emily laughed “i can appreciate any julia roberts movie” rossi smiled making emily snort loudly.

when the familiar beat kicked in the three women looked at eachother smiling confirming their suspicions.

you glanced around nervously at all the drunken faces staring back at you when your eyes landed on your team and spencer all staring back at you smiling, even hotch had a little smirk on his lips.

“lay a whisper on my pillow” you sang softly.

you sang the rest of the song effortlessly the words just flowing easily as if this was natural to you, sure you sang all the time in the house alone or when spencer was around but you could never do this confidently infront of anyone else let alone an entire bar full of people and your colleagues.

you noticed that the team had gotten out of their seats to get a closer look at you, hotch pulled out his phone and started recording which made you giggle a little. you knew these people were family.

when you finished their was a soft applause from the audience that had gathered to watch you which had you shocked. you made your way towards your team, your cheeks flushed from all the unusual attention you were receiving.

“you were amazing!” penelope exclaimed embracing you. “well now you’re going to outshine me on our future duets of this song.” emily pouted and you laughed. “the requirements from now on for girls night is that y/n must put on a performance for us!” jj said.

“voice of an angel.” spencer said sweetly planting a kiss to your forehead and pulling you into his side. “thank you guys” you smiled shyly. “now’s not the time to get shy!” rossi exclaimed and you laughed.

“you managed to make hotch pull out his phone and record you because of your sweet voice” derek winked and hotch smiled and pulled out his phone to play the recording.

“you should ditch the bau and become a singer” emily joked. “in another life maybe” you smiled fondly.

you all headed back to your table and enjoyed each others company knowing this memory will forever be etched in all of your minds.

[sequinsmile-x]

Sommelier

Jack is sick, and Aaron can't get out of work, so Emily volunteers to go pick him up from school.

In which Aaron and Emily are the last ones to accept they are the the perfect pairing.

-x-

Hi besties,

The world is particularly scary and hard to live in at the moment, so here is some Emily and Jack fluff mixed in with chaotic gossiping from the team, and some good old Hotchniss getting together.

I hope it makes you smile and distracts you from everything just for a few minutes <3

-x-

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: some brief, non graphic, mentions of throwing up

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“How long do you think they’ve been dating?” 

JJ doesn’t look up at Penelope, knowing if she gets drawn into this conversation, again, she won’t get any work done any time soon, “Pen-”

“Come on, it’s lunchtime,” Penelope says, her smile pleading as JJ finally looks up at her, “And once again Emily has gone to buy our esteemed leader his lunch.” 

JJ looks over at Emily’s empty desk and sighs, dropping her pen down to her desk as she turns to look at her friend, “She insists that they are just friends.” 

It was a conversation they had most days. Ever since Emily’s return from Paris, she and Aaron had become closer and it had sparked curiosity in everyone in the team. They both seemed happier, more themselves than either of them had been in a long time, and JJ was sure that if they weren’t together yet, if they hadn’t slipped into something more than friends, then they would soon. It felt inevitable, their feelings for each other clear for anyone who cared to look for them, and she was happy for them. She just hoped, that when the time came, they choose a week that had her name against it in the office betting pool. 

“She spends most of her weekends with Hotch and Jack,” Spencer pipes up, his cheeks reddening when they look over at him, “She keeps telling me she has plans with them when I ask about going to the movies.” 

“Are we still talking about Emily and Hotch?” Derek sighs and sits down at his desk, leaning back in his chair, “I really don’t see it.” 

Penelope scoffs, “That’s because you are wilfully blind, hot stuff,” she looks up at Aaron’s office and sighs, “They are perfect for each other.” 

Dave clears his throat as he approaches them, a cup of coffee in hand as he nods towards the glass doors, letting them know Emily is on her way back. “Incoming.” 

She hums to herself as she walks into the bullpen, a paper bag carrying lunch in one hand and a cup holder with two take-out cups in the other. She doesn’t miss how her friends immediately all pretend they weren’t talking about her, their fascination with her and Aaron’s friendship something she was very aware of. 

“Ah, Bella, you shouldn’t have.” 

She rolls her eyes at Dave and steps out of his way as he jokingly tries to take one of the cups, “We both know this isn’t for you. Get your own lunch.” 

He smiles and nods towards Aaron’s office, “You got him lunch again?” 

“Someone has to make sure he eats,” she says as she walks past him, a spring to her step Dave doesn’t think she even notices as she goes straight past her desk and up the stairs towards Aaron’s office. 

“When do you think they’ll admit something is going on there?” JJ asks, leaning back in her chair as they watch Emily walk into Aaron’s office without knocking. She holds up the bag of food and says something they can’t hear, and whatever it is drags a smile out of Aaron.

Dave sighs and sits on the edge of Emily’s desk, “I think they’ll have to admit it to themselves first.” 

___

Emily smiles as she steps into Aaron’s office, using her hip to shut the door behind her, “Do you know they’re down there talking about us again?” 

Aaron chuckles, but it sounds empty, immediately making concern flick in her gut, “At least when we have a case they’re occupied,” he smiles as she puts his coffee and sandwich on his desk, “Thank you.” 

“No worries, it’s your turn tomorrow,” she says, taking a seat on the couch in his office. She watches him carefully, sees how his eyes flick to his cell phone, his focus split between her and whatever else was worrying him, “Is everything okay?” 

He sighs, “Jack’s school called. He’s sick and I’m waiting to go see if Jess can pick him up. I can’t go because I have meetings with Strauss all afternoon,” his phone chimes and he picks it up, his eyes drifting closed as he curses under his breath, “Jess can’t get away from work either.” 

She hates how worried he looks, how she can see the doubt about his skills as a parent painted across his face. It was something he worried about all the time, as if he wasn’t the centre of Jack’s world, and she wished he’d believe her when she told him he was an amazing father.

“I don’t mind going to get him,” she offers, wanting to do something to help, “I’m on the list at the school, right?” 

He nods, “You are, but I can’t ask-”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering,” she says, “I’m sure my boss wouldn’t mind giving me the afternoon off. Or I could speak to Strauss for you if you’d like.”

He laughs, his real laugh this time, and she tries to ignore the spark it creates in her gut, “That might get us both fired,” he pauses and looks at her, searching for any hint at all that she was doing this out of obligation, “You’re sure you don’t mind?” 

“I love spending time with Jack, you know that,” she says, standing as she packs her sandwich back away, keen to get to Jack as soon as possible, “Let the school know I’m coming to get him and I’ll take him to yours. If he’s sick he’ll want his bed not my spare room.”

Aaron sighs, “If he’s sick, I think he’ll want to be wherever you are.” 

She smiles, her cheeks flushing at his casual reference about how much Jack loves her, and and points towards his sandwich, “Eat. We can’t have you getting sick too.” 

“Thank you,” he says, smiling softly at her, “I think we’d both be lost without you.” 

“Well, the feelings mutual,” She presses her lips together in an attempt to hide her smile, “I’ll see you at your place later?” 

He nods and fights a smile himself, the thought of going home to her and Jack warming him from the inside out, “See you later.”

___

It feels like there’s a vice around her heart, tight and unrelenting, when she sees Jack sitting in the nurse's office. He’s paler than usual, a pallour to his skin that makes her stomach turn, and he looks miserable. There’s none of the spark in his eyes that she’s used to, and even when he notices she’s there he just looks sad. 

Sometimes she was still blown away by how much she loved Jack, how he’d become so important to her. When she first met him he was her boss’s son, a little baby who had been drawn to her even then, content to sit in her lap whenever Haley brought him to the office. Now he was her best friend’s son, part of the package deal that came with the man she knew she was on the cusp of a future with. The question of if she and Aaron would take that step together had turned into when, both of them still talking around it because they were gun shy, the magnitude of what already felt like forever overwhelming at times. She was happy to take it slow, to move at whatever pace felt right, because she didn’t want to ruin this. Didn’t want to shatter what she and Aaron had been so carefully building around them because she couldn’t imagine her life without either him or Jack. 

“Emmy!” 

“Hi Jack,” she says, walking over to sit next to him on the gurney, flashing a smile at the nurse as she walks past her, “Daddy said you’re not feeling well?”

He shakes his head and sinks against her, his head on her chest as she wraps her arm around him, “I got sick.” 

“He threw up in class,” the nurse interjects, her smile kind when Emily looks up at her, “He’s got a fever so I gave him some Tylenol, you can give some more in 3 hours. Other than that he just needs plenty of fluids and rest. There’s been a bug going around and it passes in a few days.” 

“Thank you,” Emily nods and turns her attention back to Jack, “Why don’t I take you home? We can snuggle on the couch until Daddy gets home from work. Does that sound good?” She says and the little boy nods against her, his grip on her shirt tight, “Okay kiddo, let's go.” 

He falls asleep in the car and she checks on him every chance she gets, all but praying for red lights instead of cursing them like usual so she can cast a look at him in the rear view mirror or over her shoulder. She wakes him up when they get to Aaron’s apartment building, his school bag over her shoulder and her arm around him as she leads him indoors. 

“Do you want to get into bed?” 

He shakes his head and looks up at her, “You said we could snuggle on the couch.” 

She smiles and closes the front door, making sure it’s locked behind her before she leans down and kisses his head, internally wincing at the temperature of his skin.

“We can do that. Do you want to change into your pjyamas?” He shrugs and it tugs at her heart, makes her chest ache and she pushes his hair from his forehead, “You’ll feel better. When I’m sick I love to be comfy in my pjyamas.” 

“Okay,” he says, “You’ll be in here?” 

She nods and strokes his cheek, “I’ll be right here. I promise. I’ll get some blankets and pick out a movie. Maybe Finding Nemo?” 

His eyes flash with happiness, a peek of him slipping through the haze of sickness and fever, “That’s my favourite.” 

“I know,” she replies, winking at him, “Now go get changed and I’ll be right here, okay?” 

He nods and walks down the hallway, his pace slower than usual, and she watches him go. She places his school bag on the kitchen counter and pulls her phone out of her pocket, quickly typing a text and sending it to Aaron. 

At your place with the patient. He’s got a fever but perked up a little at the mention of Finding Nemo and a snuggle on the couch. 

She gets a response almost immediately even though she knows he’s in a meeting, and the thought of him sneaking a look at his phone during a meeting with the rest of the unit chiefs and  Strauss makes her smile. 

Sounds like he’s going to have a much better afternoon than me, thanks again for doing this. 

She laughs and replies, allowing herself to soak in how he made her feel for the brief moment she’s alone, not finding the need to hide it for once as she stood in the safety of his home. 

You know you don’t have to thank me. I love spending time with him. 

She slips her phone back into her pocket when she hears Jack’s door open and she smiles at him as he walks towards her, his favourite stuffed animal snuggled in his arms, “I’m ready.” 

“Okay, sweet boy,” she says, offering out her hand to him, “I think I promised some snuggles.” 

She arranges blankets around them both on the couch and he snuggles against her, his head on her chest as she rubs circles on his back. She barely pays attention to the movie she’s seen with him countless times, and instead focuses on him. The weight of him against her, the press of his forehead against her neck and his slightly too warm skin. His grip on her is tight, his hand tangled in the neckline of her shirt as if she’d disappear if he let go, and it makes the need to protect him from everything rush through her. He’d been through so much already in his short life, and if she had anything to do with it he wouldn’t go through anything else. 

She briefly wonders if he’s fallen asleep because he’s been silent for so long, but then he shifts to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed as her eyes meet his, “Are you okay, Jack?”

He nods, “Can I ask you something?” 

“You can ask me anything,” she replies, pushing her fingers through his soft hair, smiling as he leans into the touch.

“Do you love my Dad?” He asks, and whatever she’d been expecting him to ask, it certainly hadn’t been that. It makes her stutter, her words caught in her chest as she chokes on a laugh and tries to come up with something to say, her mouth opening and closing like one of the cartoon fish in the movie they weren’t paying any attention to, “Because I think he loves you.”

Her breath catches in her chest and she presses her lips together, treacherous hope flooding her lungs and making it hard to breathe. Whilst she and Aaron had talked around everything, whilst they’d skirted issues and talked vaguely about the future, soft, nervous smiles on both their faces as they acted like they were teenagers in love for the first time, they’d never said it. Had never gone as far as to say what they felt about each other because it was a bell that could not be unrung, and neither one of them wanted to ring it first and spook the other. 

“What…what makes you say that, kiddo?” She asks, her curiosity winning out over everything else as she reaches out to wipe his nose with the sleeve of her shirt. 

Jack shrugs, “He smiles a lot more when you’re around. You make him happy,” he shrugs again, “I think if people make you happy it must mean you love them.” He says, and she can’t help but smile at his simple, beautiful, way of thinking about love, her cheeks aching with it as she runs her knuckles up and down his cheek, “Because you and Daddy make me happy and I love you both. And Mommy made me happy too and I love her.” 

She sucks in a breath, hoping he doesn’t notice the shake in it as she blows it back out, her chest both hollowed out and stuffed full of love she once thought she’d never get to feel, “I love you too, Jack.” 

“And you love Daddy?” 

She presses her lips together and wonders what to say, how to say it to him before she’d figured out how to say it to Aaron, but she knows honesty is the best way to move forward, that she never wanted to lie to the little boy in her arms, “Yes. I do.” 

He smiles, “So does that mean you’ll be his girlfriend?” 

Part of her wishes that Aaron was here, that she could navigate this conversation with him, but the rest of her is grateful that he isn’t, sure she would be unable to answer some of the innocent, yet unrelenting, questions from his son. 

“Maybe,” she replies, running her fingers through his hair as she asks him something before she can talk herself out of it, “Would you…what would you think if I was?” 

“I’d love it,” He smiles widely, “I keep telling Daddy he should ask you to be his girlfriend,” he says, resting his head against her chest again, “But maybe you should ask him to be your boyfriend.” 

She chuckles and kisses the top of his head before she rests her cheek against there, “Maybe I should, sweet boy.” 

___

It’s much later than he’d hoped it would be when he finally gets home. 

He sighs as he steps into his apartment, the smell of home and Emily’s famous mac and cheese in the air as he closes the door behind him. The apartment is quiet. For a long time, that would have worried him, would have made his skin itch in the spots where Foyet had stabbed him in this very apartment, his monster no longer dead and lingering in every shadow. 

This kind of quiet is different. Peaceful in a way he once thought he’d never experience here again, punctuated by Emily’s coat hanging next to Jack’s by the front door and her shoes tucked into the rack. 

He looks up when he hears a door open and smiles as Emily steps out of Jack’s room, her smile wide, “You’re home. He just fell asleep…”

She carries on talking, but he doesn’t hear any of it, his focus instead on what she’s wearing. The outfit she had on earlier is gone and replaced with a pair of his sweatpants, the bottom of them rolled up so she doesn’t trip, and an old t-shirt of his. It makes his brain backfire. His head filling with static at the sight of her in his clothes. He’d always known she was beautiful, but this was different. Domestic and soft and her. As if the mask she wore in front of everyone had been stripped away so she could show him what was underneath. It felt like a privilege, something he wasn’t sure he’d earned, and it makes his breath catch in his chest. 

“Are you okay?” She asks, furrowing her brow as she tilts her head at him, and then she looks down at herself, her eyes going wide as she remembers she’d changed, “Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, tugging at the hem of the t-shirt needlessly, “Jack threw up on me a little and my go bag was in the car, so I got some of your clothes from the laundry basket” she smiles nervously, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “I promise I didn’t root through your closet. I can go and grab my bag now you’re home-”

“No thats…” he says, clearing his throat as he finds his voice and looks at her, “That’s okay. You look…nice.” 

He feels nothing short of stupid as he chokes on the compliment, everything he wants to say, everything he feels, stuck in his throat. He knew he loved her, he knew he wanted to be with her, but every time he got close he stopped. Frozen in place by the fear that she may not feel the same way for him as he’d doubt every vague conversation they’d ever had about the future, convinced by himself and a voice in his head that sounded a little bit too much like his father that he’d misunderstood her. That she didn’t want or love him back. 

She smiles, her lips pressed together as she tries and fails to contain it, and she looks to the ground in the hope he’ll miss the way she blushes, “Thanks.” 

“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.”

She rolls her eyes at him and playfully slaps his shoulder, “No you won’t. I’ve already thrown them in your washer anyway.”

He smiles, filing away the argument to finish it later, “I’m going to go check on him quickly.” 

She nods, “I made some mac and cheese for dinner, want me to heat some up for you?” 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, smiling widely at her before he walks down the hallway to Jack’s room. He’s quiet as he walks in and smiles at the sight of his son curled up in bed, his favourite toy in his arms. He walks over and sits on the edge of his bed, the smell of Emily’s perfume lingering in the air, and he wonders how long she sat in here with Jack. 

Jack opens his eyes, “Daddy?” 

“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling as he adjusts his bedding around his shoulders, “How are you feeling?” 

He shrugs, “I threw up on Emmy. She said it was fine but I feel bad.” 

Aaron smiles, “She’s okay. I promise. Do you feel better?” 

“A bit. It’s nice spending time with Emily.” 

Aaron’s smile gets wider, “It is, isn’t it?” He leans forward and kisses his forehead, “Get some sleep, buddy. We’ll be out in the living room if you need us.” 

Jack nods, his eyes drifting closed, an edge of something to his smile that Aaron doesn’t quite understand, something he’d never seen before his son started spending more time with Emily. “Okay, Daddy. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

When he walks back out into the kitchen Emily is plating up some dinner for him, and he’s taken aback by her again, the sight of her standing in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, enough to stop him in his tracks. A taste of the future he so desperately wanted. 

“Wine?” 

He looks up at her and nods, “What kind of wine pairs best with mac and cheese?” 

“Red,” she replies, her smile getting wider when he raises his eyebrow at her quick answer, “I’ve done a lot of experimenting over the years, trust me. Red for mac and cheese, white for chicken nuggets.” 

“I do,” he says, sitting down at the kitchen counter, “I trust you.” 

They both know he isn’t just talking about her wine suggestion, and she smiles at him as she reaches for the bottle, “Red it is.” She pours them a glass each and sits next to him, “How was work for the rest of the day?” 

“Long,” he replies, as he takes a bite of his dinner, “Thank you for looking after Jack. It made…it easier knowing you were here when I couldn’t be.” 

She hides her smile behind the rim of her wine glass and takes a sip, “Like I said earlier, you don’t have to thank me. I love spending time with Jack,” she presses her lips together, “I love spending time with both of you.” 

He knows this is it, this the chance he’d let slip by countless times before, and he knows this time he can’t. That he doesn’t want to. He sucks in a breath and smiles at her as he reaches out for her hand, not missing how she sucks in a breath too the moment their skin touches.  

“We both love spending time with you.” 

Later, they’d argue playfully about who leant in first. She’d always insist it was her, and he’d insist it was him, but they knew it didn’t matter. The moment they kiss it’s everything they’ve both ever wanted and more, and she sighs into it, her hand reaching out for his cheek as she holds him in place. She rests her forehead against his when they pull back, not wanting to break the connection. He licks his lower lip to chase the taste of her, and he smiles.

“You were right.” 

She furrows her brow curiously, smiling when she presses her thumb against his lower lip and he kisses it, “About what?” 

“The red wine and the mac and cheese are a perfect pairing.” 

[vamp1reg1rrrl]

Abby Anderson w/ Alt Reader PT. 2

- After your guy’s first date, not much changed. Well not too much anyways. Abby still went to the cafe, only now she actually liked her coffee black. But now instead of sitting on a curb on your break you two sat in the back seat of your car either making out, talking, you hitting your vape in the meantime. Some times all of the above.

- One day you decided you finally wanted her to come over to your place. You were about 2 weeks into dating and Abby had some male roommates so she was weird about you coming over to hers.

“Do you smoke?”

“Didn’t you ask me this during our first real conversation?”

“No dummy, like do you smoke weed?”

“Oh. I mean I have but it’s never really been something I’ve done consistently.”

“Does it like..bother you.. if I do?”

“No.”

“Sweet. Wanna come over to mine Saturday? We could watch movies, order something in, maybe smoke if you’re down for that. You could meet my roommates too if you want…”

It wasn’t often that you were nervous. But fuck. You were right now.

“That sounds great, what time?”

Oh thank god.

“Mmm how about like 7? I always like watching movies when it’s dark out.”

“Of course you do. 7 sounds perfect. I’ll pick up food on the way over there, so just let me know what sounds good, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re so sweet. It’s sickening. But definitely sushi, thankyouuuu.”

- When Saturday came along you were nervous, to say the least. You practically scrubbed down your entire place and room. Abby was the clean type you had noticed. You on the other hand, were not.

- You hoped Abby would like your place. You had two roommates, both whom had pretty different styles from you, so the place wasn’t quite decorated how you wanted it to be. But it still wasn’t bad. You had an old black couch in your living room and all your glassware was this dark gothic red. So at least you had that.

- Your room on the other hand screamed you. Posters littered the walls, mainly music artists and movies. You had posters ranging from Lana del rey to Batman 2024 and Nightmare on Elm Street. Your bed was a satin leopard print set and you had plenty of other decor as well.

- Once it hit 5 you figured you’d better get ready. You didn’t want to look like you did too much but you still wanted to look put together. So you did your normal eyeliner, mascara, but only put on a little concealer and decided to stick with chapstick instead of your usual dark liner and lipstick.

- Clothing wise was simple, you threw on a pair of fuzzy leopard print pj pants and a twilight tshirt.

- Abby was there at 6:54, early as usual. She had a bag of food and another bag with some snacks. She looked amazing as usual. She was wearing a pair of black sweats and black wife beater. (Obviously had to pull out the all black fit for you.)

“I didn’t know what snacks you wanted so I just got a bunch of different stuff.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that, you already got the food silly.”

“I wanted to. You’re already letting me into your home after all.”

“Pfft you’re so cute.”

You pecked her on the cheek and took the food bag from her, putting it on your kitchen table so you could get plates and what not out.

“So what movies sound good?”

“Anything you want baby”

Oh. My. God.

“Baby, huh?”

- You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, and then her chin rest on your shoulder

“Is that okay?”

“Mm more than okay.”

“Okay, so what movies were you thinking?”

“Hmmm, don’t know. Was thinking maybe a horror marathon but I don’t know if you’re into that type of thing.”

“It’s not typically my go to, but you really like the Scream movies right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well I’ve never seen those, what about them?”

“Ugh, absolutely. You’re so hot for that.”

-You guys got everything situated food and snack wise. You set up the first movie and turned off the lights once you were done eating, cuddling up on the couch with a batman blanket.

- About halfway through the first movie Abby put her hands on your waist, slightly sliding under your shirt. And then she just lifted you up, just like that, like you were nothing. She lifted you up and pulled you closer to her, situating you between her legs, your back against her chest.

- You didn’t say anything. You just sat there and leaned back against her, letting her wrap her arms around your waist. Once the first movie finished you started to shift so you could get up and get the remote. But you were quickly held down, Abby tightening her arms and pressing her nose into your shoulder.

“Abby, I have to get the remote.”

“Mm, just wait a minute”

You smile softly and sigh, though you weren’t actually annoyed at all. After a short moment you feel her start to kiss the back of your neck, softly, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t sitting there in silence doing absolutely nothing.

- Eventually they go from soft pecks to soft nips, her teeth slightly grazing against the back of your neck.

“Abs are we watching another movie or not?”

“Call me that again”

“Abs?”

“Your voice is so pretty baby, love hearing you say my name”

her voice is a soft murmur against your skin and you can’t help but slightly laugh softly.

“You’re so cute”

“Can I leave a mark?”

“What?”

“On your neck, can I leave a mark?”

“Hmm, I guess? Just don’t make it too noticeable”

- At that her small nips and kisses quickly go to a harsh suck on the back of your neck. You slightly furrow your brows, the feeling a bit strange. After a moment or so she pulls away and kisses the same spot before releasing you.

- You turn to her and kiss her on the cheek before sitting up and grabbing the remote, getting onto the second movie and then quickly settling yourself back where you were. Her arms quickly wrap around you once more and she pulls you a little lower this time, leaning back and pulling your head back against her chest.

“You’re comfy”

She just smiles and kisses the top of your head.

- By the end of the night you had plenty more marks along the back of your neck, and would’ve had more had you not told her to stop.

“Abby seriously, I’m never gonna be able to cover all these up”

“Good, that’s the idea.”

- For the next week you had to wear high necked shirts to cover them all up. Unless you were around her of course. (She secretly loved being the only one to see you in skimpy clothes for a week.)

Okay that’s part 2. I know it’s short but i’m running out of ideas😪 Also how would we feel about a short Ghostface Abby….

[n0vazsq]

Just like | AP80 x Reader

pairing . . . alex powell x gf!reader

summary . . . You knew Alex was clingy, but it was the one thing the other Prema drivers loved to tease him about

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i legit finished writing this then just left it bc i didnt have the energy to publish?? like girl?? anyway there will be a gabriel (bortoleto) and jamal (musiala) update today so yes!! might write two smaus but ill see until then!

. . . Hanging out with Alex and the other Prema drivers was always a good time, but if there was one thing his teammates loved to tease him about, it was how clingy he got whenever you were around.

Not that you minded. Alex’s affection was one of the many reasons you loved him. It was just funny seeing him squirm when the guys decided to give him a hard time about it.

The first time it happened after a particularly tiring race weekend. Alex had just climbed out of the car, soaked in sweat and grinning from ear to ear after a podium finish.

You had barely stepped into the paddock when he spotted you, immediately heading in your direction. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and he buried his face in your shoulder.

"Alex, you’re sweaty!" you laughed, trying to push him away, but he refused to let go.

"Don’t care," he murmured. "I missed you."

From behind him, Dion’s voice rang out. "Mate, she was gone for what, two hours?"

"Not even," added Rashid, crossing his arms and grinning. "And you’re acting like you haven’t seen her in weeks."

"Leave him alone," you said, playfully defending Alex while running a hand through his damp hair. "He deserves some love after that race."

"Deserve it all the time," Alex mumbled against your shoulder, making you laugh.

Dion pretended to gag. "God, get a room. Or at least shower first, Alex. We can smell you from here."

Alex shot them a glare but didn’t loosen his hold on you. If anything, he tightened his arms around your waist, as if daring them to say something else.

Another moment came a few days later in the Prema lounge. The team had gathered to relax and watch some old race footage, with snacks scattered across the table.

You’d come by to hang out, not expecting Alex to immediately pull you onto the couch next to him. His arm draped over your shoulder, and he leaned in so close it was like he thought you might disappear if he gave you even an inch of space.

"Comfy?" you teased, tilting your head to look at him.

"Always comfy with you," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

"Does she have to sit here?" Kean groaned, gesturing at how you and Alex were practically glued together. "It’s like you’re incapable of being apart for five minutes."

"Jealous, Kean?" Alex shot back, smirking.

"Not at all. I just don’t get how she puts up with you," Kean retorted, earning laughs from Dion, Rashid and Tomass.

"I think it’s sweet," Tomass chimed in, though there was a teasing glint in his eyes. "You know, in a borderline obsessive kind of way."

"Obsessive?" Alex frowned, looking genuinely offended.

"You’re literally holding her hand right now," Dion pointed out. "And we’re just sitting here watching TV. What’s next? You’re going to spoon feed her snacks?"

Alex’s ears turned red, but he didn’t let go of your hand. "You guys are just jealous because I have someone who actually likes me."

"That’s debatable," Rashid argued, earning a laugh from you.

Then there was the time the team decided to have a movie night at Tomass' place. You and Alex had shown up together, of course, and he immediately claimed the corner of the couch, pulling you down next to him.

His head rested on your shoulder, his legs stretched out across the cushions, effectively blocking anyone else from sitting too close.

"Alex, you’re hogging the couch," Kean complained as he tried to squeeze into the remaining space.

"Plenty of room on the floor," Alex replied without moving an inch.

"You’re so annoying," Dion muttered, grabbing a beanbag chair instead. "Does she even get to breathe, or are you going to steal all her oxygen too?"

"She’s fine," Alex said, reaching up to intertwine his fingers with yours. "Aren’t you, love?"

You nodded, suppressing a laugh. "Perfectly fine."

"See?" Alex smirked, looking smug.

Rashid rolled his eyes. "Man, I don’t know how you’re not sick of him yet. He’s like a koala. Clings to you for dear life."

"Hey, koalas are adorable," you defended, running your fingers through Alex’s hair. "And besides, I like it."

"Unbelievable," Tomass muttered, shaking his head. "You two are insufferable."

The teasing didn’t stop even during more serious moments. After a track walk one morning, Alex had casually grabbed your hand as you walked back to the garage. It wasn’t a big deal to you, but it apparently caught the attention of his teammates.

"Alex, do you think she’s going to get lost on the way back?" Tomass joked, pointing at your intertwined hands.

"No, I just like holding her hand," Alex replied, completely unfazed.

"You’re hopeless," Dion sighed, though he couldn’t hide his grin. "You know that, right?"

Alex shrugged. "I’d rather be hopeless than alone."

"That’s… weirdly sweet," Kean admitted, looking mildly impressed for once. "Still clingy as hell, though."

One morning, the team decided to grab breakfast together before heading to the track.

You were sitting next to Alex, and as usual, he was finding little excuses to touch you; whether it was holding your hand under the table, brushing a crumb off your cheek, or leaning in to quietly ask if you needed anything.

"Do you ever just… sit still?" Rashid asked, watching as Alex handed you the honey before you’d even asked for it.

"Not when she’s around," Alex replied, unashamed. "Have to make sure she’s taken care of."

"She’s not a toddler, Alex," Tomass said, rolling his eyes. "She can pour her own honey."

"Yeah, but I like doing it for her," Alex shot back, his tone completely sincere.

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Okay, now you’re just giving them more points."

"It’s worth it," Alex said, grinning as he kissed your cheek. "Let them talk."

By the end of the day, you’d heard enough teasing to last you a lifetime, but you could tell Alex didn’t care. If anything, he was even more clingy, unapologetically showing his affection no matter what anyone said.

As you walked out of the garage together, his arm draped over your shoulders, you leaned into him with a smile. "You know they’re never going to stop teasing you, right?"

"Let them," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "As long as I have you, I don’t care what they think."

"You’re such a sap," you teased, but your heart swelled at his words.

"Only for you," he replied, grinning. And in that moment, you knew you wouldn’t change a thing about him, clinginess and all.

It was just like perfection.

Well, nearly. It was as close as you could get to perfection.

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[jedi-enthusiast]

Alrighty, let's break this down point by point since I have to assume you either haven't actually watched Star Wars at all- (or anytime recently) -or you did so with your eyes closed and headphones on full volume.

"Anakin was a Jedi and was literally raised to think he was the most important person in the universe-"

Firstly, no Anakin was not taught to see himself as "the most important person in the universe," he was actually taught the OPPOSITE---part of being a Jedi is seeing yourself as responsible for keeping the galaxy in balance- ("balance" in Star Wars being peace and good) -and that includes seeing yourself as an equal to those around you. In fact, being a Jedi includes actually putting yourself in a position where OTHERS are given a position above YOU---I mean they're literally servants of the Republic, a lot of what they do- (especially when we get to TCW era) -is just following the orders of the Senate and doing their best to keep civilians and the men they command safe.

Does that seriously sound like them thinking themselves "better than everyone else" to you? If it does, you need to rethink that. You wanna know who DOES view themselves as better than everyone else, though? The Sith...the literal opposite/enemies of the Jedi.

Now, if you're talking about the "chosen one" prophecy then I have even LESS of an idea of what you're talking about because the only times it actually comes up are 1. when Qui-Gon mentions it all of TWICE in TPM and 2. when Obi-Wan, grief stricken because his padawan literally just murdered all of his friends and family, says "you were the chosen one, you were supposed to defeat the Sith not join them!" and like...wow, that stuff TOTALLY proves that Anakin was taught to see himself as above everyone else because he's the prophecy child (sarcasm).

In TCW there's like...one more instance of him being the chosen one coming into play, but everything that happened on Mortis was forgotten about by everyone, so how was that going to affect anything?

Honestly, from what we're shown in TCW and the movies, Anakin's supposed "chosen one" status was treated as exactly that...supposed. The Jedi state again and again that visions aren't to be trusted and trying to make them happen, change them, or avoid them often leads to making things worse---and no character's interactions with Anakin, aside from MAYBE Qui-Gon, ever give an indication that him being the "chosen one" is something widely believed or something that affects his status in the Order. He was treated like everyone else, so---again---I have no idea what you're talking about.

"-and taught to never feel, or disregard the feelings that his teachers considered evil."

Again, I have no idea where you're getting this.

Anakin wasn't taught "not to feel," he was taught to ACKNOWLEDGE his emotions and not let them CONTROL him. Literally the first scene we get with him being taught anything about Jedi's viewpoints on emotion, in that scene with him and the Council in TPM, the Council is literally only trying to get him to ACKNOWLEDGE his feelings, which is the first step in practicing emotional mindfulness and control---which is something LITERALLY TAUGHT IN THERAPY!!!

The Jedi's doctrine of non-attachment is basically taken straight from Buddhism's doctrine of non-attachment---which, since I know you're gonna take this the wrong way, ISN'T saying that you can't love or feel emotions or form connections, but that you have to be willing to LET THOSE THINGS GO in a healthy way and ACCEPT CHANGE. Whether you like it or not, everything and everyone is always changing, so if you can't handle that in a healthy way or let your emotions control you---like, say, by murdering a room full of children because you're scared your wife MIGHT die---then you're going to make yourself and those around you miserable, and you're going to hurt them in some way.

The Jedi don't consider ANY feelings "evil," they acknowledge many times that EVERYONE feels emotions like anger and fear, but they place importance on ACKNOWLEDGING that you feel those emotions and why you feel that way, so you can then LET THOSE EMOTIONS GO and NOT LET THEM CONTROL YOU.

"Anakin's position as a Jedi was wanted, but that position was never allowed to be used the way he wanted, and his mom died because of it."

I have no fucking clue what you're trying to say here tbh.

If you're saying the Jedi wanted him to be a Jedi: no they didn't, the Council stated multiple times that they thought the Jedi lifestyle wouldn't be suitable for Anakin and that he'd likely struggle with it---they just accepted him as one of their own after Qui-Gon made his case and some discussion about it, but that doesn't mean they were actively ADVOCATING for Anakin to be a Jedi.

If you're saying Anakin wanted to be a Jedi: yeah, but how is that the Jedi's fault? Why is that a reason they apparently deserved to be murdered? The fuck?

And yeah, Anakin couldn't just use the title of Jedi to do what he wanted, the Jedi are a RELIGOUS ORGANIZATION of PUBLIC SERVANTS---saying that Anakin should've been allowed to do whatever he wanted just because he was a Jedi is like saying that firefighters, police, government workers, etc. should just do whatever the fuck they want with no guidelines because...well, they're public servants, why have rules?

And I am so fucking sick of this take, the Jedi were NOT the reason that Shmi died.

In AotC Anakin tells Obi-Wan that he's been having nightmares---I can't remember if he says they're about his mom specifically or not---WHEN OBI-WAN PRESSES HIM and then, when Obi-Wan tries to talk to him about said nightmares, Anakin changes the subject- (rather creepily) -to Padme and never brings it up again. He's apparently been having these nightmares for a while, but from what the movie shows, Obi-Wan doesn't know jack shit about them because ANAKIN WONT TALK.

I don't know how you expect the Jedi to know anything about Shmi being in danger when Anakin refuses to talk about his nightmares and, AGAIN, they're NIGHTMARES---are the Jedi seriously supposed to go running across the galaxy every time someone has a bad dream that THEY THEMSELVES literally say is a nightmare, not a vision, and that THEY THEMSELVES brush off?

I just had a nightmare that all my teeth fell out, should I go running to the emergency room? Should I find a 24/7 dentist to take a look?

And the reason why Anakin isn't supposed to go running off to Tatooine, a planet full of criminals mind you, later on in AotC is because he's LITERALLY been entrusted with keeping an IMPORTANT POLITICIAN safe while she is ACTIVELY BEING TARGETED FOR ASSASSINATION!!!

I'm sorry, but were the Jedi supposed to put Anakin's nightmares---that he previously brushed off as nothing and refused to talk about in any way---above the safety of someone they KNEW was actually in danger??? The fuck???

"The Jedi aren't evil, but they allowed evil to fester for have a problem to solve. Literally a perfect execution of Hero Syndrome. They refused to acknowledge Anakin's problems before he became a problem for them, and they suffered the consequences. The Jedi aren't evil, but boy are they stupid."

They did not allow evil to fester, all we see during the entirety of the prequels and TCW is them trying desperately to protect the innocent, end the war, and try and root out the evil that was trying to take over the galaxy---just because Anakin betrayed them and ruined their efforts does NOT mean they just "let" everything happen.

The only person who didn't acknowledge Anakin's problems was ANAKIN.

We see MULTIPLE TIMES in both the prequels and TCW that people DO try to talk to Anakin about his problems, they DO try to help him, but ANAKIN IS THE ONE WHO REFUSES TO TALK OR ACCEPT HELP. The Jedi are not at fault for not being omniscient and trusting Anakin to not fucking murder them, and framing them as being "at fault" for being MURDERED is the same rhetoric misogynists use when women are raped and murdered, putting the blame on the victim instead of the perpetrator---you should've known that man was dangerous, you shouldn't have trusted him, you should've fought more, you should've protected yourself better, etc.

Sounds a lot fucking different when you put it like that, huh?

The Jedi could've, and DID, give Anakin all the chances in the world to open up and get help, but ANAKIN is the one who refused all of it.

And I think its so fucking funny that you say that you've never seen people try to defend his actions in the same post where YOU are LITERALLY TRYING TO DEFEND HIS ACTIONS---using his "bad childhood" or whatever as an excuse is STILL EXCUSING IT.

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Now, it's my turn to say some things instead of just responding to your points:

The fact that you saw me say that Anakin is entirely irredeemable to me because he MURDERED CHILDREN and then jumped in to defend him MURDERING CHILDREN while also never acknowledging that he does is tone deaf, ignorant, and so fucking IDIOTIC that I can't believe that I'm actually responding to it.

Anakin MURDERED CHILDREN, how are you seriously defending that? "Bad childhood" or not, "troubled upbringing" or not, that DOES NOT give ANYONE the right to MURDER FUCKING CHILDREN!!!

Good god, you stanakin morons will literally do anything to rob Anakin of any fucking agency in the atrocities he committed.

Now, as for your comparison to Caitlyn:

Believe it or not, I didn't really like Caitlyn in S2 and I think her "redemption" was rushed to all hell, which made the story and her character suffer.

Everyone basically just ignored Caitlyn gassing innocent Zaunites, perpetrating police brutality (the same police brutality that killed Vi and Jinx's parents), and then essentially becoming a dictator or simply glossed over it---not to mention that no one was really allowed to react to her doing all that, even though it's extremely out of character for many characters to do so: Vi and Ekko especially. The Caitvi prison scene, while a big step forward for wlw representation, fell flat imo because the writers had to basically steamroll over all the problems and history between the two to make it happen.

Personally, I think that Arcane would've benefitted from either more episodes or more seasons or both, because in rushing to fit everything into 16 episodes they dropped the ball when it came to the characters AND the story---and Caitlyn is a prime example of that. She did terrible things and she's never held accountable for it. No one is allowed to react. Nothing ever comes about because of it.

In my opinion she was never redeemed, her actions were just ignored, and because of that her character is soured for me and I just don't like her---whether she was grieving or not.

All of that being said, I have no idea why you chose to use her specifically as a parallel to Anakin---I'm not necessarily saying it's a bad comparison, I can see it even if they're on different levels, but I genuinely don't know why you used her.

If you thought bringing her up would make me more sympathetic to Anakin by the assumption that I'd understand/like her more, I don't know why you'd think that given my opinion on Anakin.

And if you're using her as a negative comparison to use to defend Anakin, then I don't understand how you can understand accountability and agency when it comes to police brutality but not when it comes to child murder.

Either way, you're wrong and you're arguments are fucking ridiculous.

@short-wooloo @antianakin - are y'all seeing this shit?

I’m gonna be honest, one of the main reasons why I can never really understand any defense of Anakin or get behind a good majority of “Anakin redemption” fics, is the fact that he murdered children.

Like let's just ignore the multiple genocides and enslavement of the galaxy for a moment, since technically you could argue that he only had a hand in that and didn't actually do it all himself, Palpatine, manipulation, blah blah blah-

He personally murdered children.

On two separate occasions, mind you.

Yes, murdering adults is also bad---don't think I'm saying it's not---but at least adults can actually try to defend themselves, most of them don't depend on the people around them to survive, and they have years of experience living in the galaxy that's given them skills they could use to survive if they managed to get away.

Children do not have any of that or---if they're a bit older and do---the skills they have are extremely underdeveloped. They cannot defend themselves, they depend on the people around them for everything, they have not lived long enough to develop sufficient enough skills to survive on their own in a world that's turned against them.

Argue all you want about the Council being "evil" and "stagnant" and "needing to die for the betterment of whatever," argue all you want about the other Jedi being "terrible to Anakin" and "deserving" their murder because of whatever reason, the CHILDREN had done NOTHING!!!

What could the children that Anakin murdered have done to "deserve" such a fate? Why did they have to die? Why couldn't they have been spared.

And the Tuskens!

Even if we assume that all of the adults in that village were personally involved in murdering Shmi, why did he murder the children? What did they do to "deserve" murder, other than having no control over who they were born as?

And like, we see in TBoBF that the Tuskens aren't just heartless monsters, they protect their own especially their young---are you telling me that none of the children tried to run? That none of the parents or elders told them to go while they tried to fight Anakin off?

And still, Anakin hunted them down and murdered them.

So no, even if you could explain away all the other atrocities Anakin has committed, I still wouldn't think any less negatively about Anakin.

He murdered children.

And I don't think that's excusable.

[h4lcyonism]

justice league x rwby: super heroes and huntsmen part one thoughts (spoiler warning)

- i like that this movie is set up in a way that helps explain things to dc fans who may be watching the movie, unfamiliar to rwby, it feels like what ice queendom was trying to do but actually executing it

- in the same vein as above, as someone who doesn’t know much about dc i liked how they did that for the justice league characters too, despite them clearly being the more popular and well-known ip in the crossover

- i’m not a dc person but vixen my beloved <3

- seeing dorky jaune after the wild ride that has been v9 is a delight

- the pair-ups with the rwby characters and the dc characters are oddly fitting?? i loved the friendships between jaune/jessica and nora/cyborg especially, and ofc yang simping for diana and seeing jealous blake was a treat

- the brief flashes from the main show timeline are a really interesting touch that add to the trippy timeline business

- nora most op character in the show confirmed

- the arkos angst was unexpected but you best bet i ate that shit right up, and seeing maya pyrrha in her full glory heals my heart

- i thought i would be biased in favor of clark since he’s voiced by chandler riggs but honestly?? bruce stole the show for me

- sao was my favorite anime in middle school so you can imagine how i feel about the whole “virtual reality” twist, which i honestly felt was surprising and well-executing

- “his enemies” too?? if kilgore had said “her enemies” then it would’ve been clear who was behind it all on the rwby side of things but i can’t figure who else it is if not salem

- i vastly underestimated the bumbleby content we’d be getting, i was expecting some crumbs but we got a whole buffet especially with canon v9 stuff fresh in our minds… flirty beacon bees and jealous blake is everything i could’ve asked for and the movie delivered

- THE ENDING?????? what the hell is gonna happen in the second movie………

[helioptilie]

wait Furiosa was really good actually, why did it flop?

[keeps-ache]

ouhhh i'm turning into my grandmother [chewing on wriggley's gum]

[lavenderinmoonlight]

*bangs on your window* OK, BUT SCYTHE- SIR-

I am freaking out right now, ok so-

Episode 5 of War of the Witches, right, Creed's charging up his attack AND THE INCANTATION-

"May the light of our Father shine down upon me, may the sword of the Hunter protect me, and may the melody of the Noble Bard soothe my fears-"

Me: drops everything

stares

starts pointing aggressively at the Demon Hunter series "WAIT A FREAKING MINUTEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

In all seriousness, though, there is also a thrill for people who take the time to listen and watch all the lore. It makes things so much more exciting for me when I hear it referenced in a future piece of work, and again provides me with a better idea of how it all ties together.

It's also exciting to hear, because the first time I listened to this, everything was still pretty much flying over my head- now I'm over here like, "wait a minute was that-???"

Also I'm just a huge nerd when it comes to references, they're one of my favorite things to spot in movies or TV series.

So thank you for putting all this time and effort into your world-building, it's so freaking awesome to listen to.

BUT THEN THIS LEAVES ME WITH A QUESTION-

If I'm right and not completely delusional/crazy (I am) and it is a reference to Demon Hunter, what the heck did Bard do???? Father Light and Hunter were like deities, they had a ton of power, so I get why Creed would be invoking them- but Bard?? What- what did Bard do???

"AUGH. Ok, we're done with the Alpha world part of the lore, that chunk was huge... finally know what exactly is going on in this realm though.

"Now what's next..." "..." *shifts into demon cat* "CREED MY BOIIIIIIIIIIIII-"

[billie-is-trying-to-be-happier]

Look, i'm not sayyyying.... that Barbie is a deeper movie than Oppenheimer...

i'm just saying that it took Nolan Three hours to get his character to a place where he was experiencing inescapable thoughts of death and it took Gerwig a single song.