#i put it in the tags at least anon to spare us both of my annoying tendencies

[whiskeyswifty]

Slammers in TTPD Versus

Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

VS

My boredom's bone deep This cage was once just fine

in terms of what, like lyrics or which one i like? i don't really care for guilty as sin as a song, it's just ok. i like the concept and a lot of the lyrics and cheater!Taylor is my favorite taylor, but the song itself is a bit of a snooze and i always zone out during it and then realize its over lol. I prefer fresh out the slammer by a mile, but that was also a recent conversion. the right braincells just finally lit up one day and i love that song.

lyrics wise, i think i have the same assessment. fresh out the slammer is one consistent metaphor, explored really nicely and fluidly. that line is a great example of that. the whole song is how her previous relationship felt like prison, the rush of freedom from it and all the ways she held onto this person while she was stuck in there leading up to this one phone call. guilty as sin has some one liners, but ultimately is a pantry stew of metaphors that don't really meld, and that line is a great example of that. jumping too quickly from one image to another. it invokes in me Aaron Sorkin's line from 30 rock; "We don't need two metaphors, that's bad writing."

[a-dragons-journal]

Hey, I don't know how much of Frontiers you have played yet (so feel free to hold off on answering until you play a bit more, if you want) but how are you liking it? 👀 How do you feel the devs did on the game?

I am asking because I DO want to hear you gush about Frontiers (or give your criticisms), but also for slightly selfish reasons because the team who made Frontiers is also making the open world Star Wars game and I am a bit hyped lmao. I am hoping that if the team did a great job on Frontiers, they might also do a great job with my hearthome as well c:

But for real, please gush if you want, I love hearing about your hearthome stuff and seeing people get excited over things like that brings me so much joy.

@starrun (sideblog woes, gotta send on anon)

(Ayyyy, fellow hearthome-haver! :D)

So here's the thing about Frontiers, and thank you for giving me an excuse to make this post.

I'm going to preface this by saying I am not very far into the story yet, so this may well just be a case of me not being far enough in to have a good grasp on it. I haven't even gotten to getting my ikran yet, and I know that's considered relatively early in the story.

With that being said: If one of your primary desires with Frontiers of Pandora is to experience Pandora, you will have a fantastic time with this game. If that's not something you're really interested in, and you're only focused on other aspects of gameplay... it might not be worth the price tag for you.

I am in love with this game, let me be very clear about that. I've been playing it obsessively in every spare minute I have. But my primary desire with it is to experience Eywa'eveng, story and other gameplay aspects be damned. In that, Frontiers does a spectacular job - the world is impossibly detailed and interactive and beautiful, the animals and plants are fun and interesting and I haven't even gotten out of the jungle where they really put together a bunch of new stuff yet, the feeling of the world is flawless. Weather cycles are a thing, day-night cycles are a thing, and both of them are extremely well-done in terms of duration and beauty. The gathering and crafting systems focusing on immersiveness and quality over quantity is great; the cooking system is genuinely fun to experiment with (though that probably won't last terribly long lol). The Na'vi actually speak well-pronounced Na'vi! Although the subtitles could use some corrections and there's a couple of weird instances where character names are misspelled according to Na'vi phonetics (looking at you, Eetu - that should be Itu). The character concepts are very strong and interesting, and I'm in love with a couple of them. The music is incredible. Running around in the world feels fantastic - you really feel how strong and agile you are as a Na'vi, and they really understood how important verticality is to Eywa'eveng; you can climb basically anything you want and you're rewarded for exploring by finding neat things and resources. I can't wait to be able to fly.

However, it's clear that they focused so hard on that aspect of the game that, in my opinion at least, some other aspects of it suffered. There's some weird little things, like the fact that NPCs in the world who have something for you but don't have a whole cutscene don't turn to face you when they talk to you, and the ones that do have a cutscene tend to glitch and teleport when the cutscene ends sometimes (mostly this seems to happen with cutscenes that aren't directly plot-relevant, though, so it's not like it's gotten in the way of anything, it's just jarring). The character and story concepts are very strong, fun, and interesting, but the execution is... kind of meh so far, to be honest. A good portion of the dialogue feels a little unpolished.

There's also a few game decisions I just plain don't like, even though it's clear that's just a case of "they were going for something different from my preference" rather than "this is poorly done". For instance, there's no dialogue options when you talk to NPCs; the player character just says what they're going to say, and for me, even if a dialogue option doesn't actually change anything, it's still nice to have it and makes it feel more interactive and engaging. As it is, I feel a little disconnected from the character I'm playing as. Similarly, while there's a lot of ambient dialogue from NPCs as you walk around (which is fun and nice), I kind of miss the ability a lot of RPGs have to walk up to the major/named NPCs and interact with them to prompt a dialogue line when they don't actually have a full conversation for you.

But, again, a lot of the weak points are things that might well get ironed out as I get further into the story, and might just be a symptom of that weird little portion a lot of games have toward the start where they're trying to get you fully set and going on the story and thus things have to be a little weird to make that happen. A lot of the characters' mehness is not that they feel flat, but that they feel unexplored, and like... there's plenty of time for them to be explored in, it just hasn't happened yet. So I'm reticent to say any of this is a very fair critique just yet, but it's what I've got for you.

[thefanficmonster]

Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great. 

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point. 

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time. 

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from. 

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about. 

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.” 

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[nizawrites]

Hi I’m not sure if your comfortable about writing or mentioning periods but mine are especially painful on the first day (heat flashes, cramps, headaches, back pain) and I never feel like eating that day. Would you mind writing about Rene, Crowley, and or Mika with an s/o that had to deal with that. Only if your comfortable I didn’t see anything on your request list about it. 🙂

pairing/s: crowley x fem! s/o, rene x fem! s/o and mika x fem! s/o

warning/s: mentions of blood, menstrual cramps and sanitary products (let me know if I need to tag more, thank you)

a/n: hellooo, i kind of had fun writing this hehe, hope you like it anon! sorry for any grammatical mistakes </3 anyways, hope you all are doing well and hope you have a great weekend, lovelies! <3

Rene looks like he doesn’t care about anything and he is a nonchalant person, which is pretty obvious especially when he is working.

But, Rene does pay attention to his s/o. He kind of knows when his s/o will start her menstrual cycle.

For him, he doesn’t mind s/o having her monthly menstrual cycle since he knows it’s a part of being human and s/o is a female.

‘It’s a normal thing, part of life’ he would think every time s/o’s cycle starts.

He just doesn’t expect his s/o to be in pain though when her cycle starts.

‘I thought she just bleeds out from... down there?? Is it that painful?’ that would be his first thought when he sees his s/o’s face in pain, curling into a ball on their shared bed.

“You okay? You don’t look too good.” He would say nonchalantly before standing next to the bed, scanning his girlfriend’s body. 

“my abdomen hurts and my head hurts, rene.” she would say before curling into a smaller ball, whining.

Rene was confused and asked his s/o if he could help her and what should he do. 

After talking, he went to fetch a hot compress from the quarters and a few painkillers. He came back to their bedroom, placing down a tray filled with snacks, painkillers, water and the hot compress onto the nigh table.

Rene would first help his s/o sit up, he would gently rub her shoulders before giving her a pill and a glass of water. After taking the pill, he would let her lay down again and place the hot compress onto her abdominal area, where the pain is.

“If you need anything else, get hungry or need to change later... tell me okay? I will get anything for you and I will accompany you to change.” He would say before moving one of his hands to gently rub his s/o’s abdominal area.

“thank you, rene. can we just cuddle for now while i use the compress?” she would softly say before looking at him.

Rene would just nod before kicking off his shoes and slipping into bed, next to her. His arms wrapping themselves around his s/o’s body, making sure to hold the compress in place. His other hand rubbing s/o’s back.

This man knows when his s/o is having their menstrual cycle. It’s either because he took note of the day or he can smell the blood. 

He’s probably used to his s/o’s moodiness if she has any and the pains that come with the cycle.

He would finish up his work, handing his report to his aides before walking down the hall to his bedroom. Opening the door, finding his s/o curled into a small ball on top of the bed, blanket to the side.

“Hot?” he would softly ask as he makes his way to the bed, sitting down next to his s/o.

He would rest the back of his hand on s/o’s forehead. ‘warm, she looks like she’s having a slight headache’ he would think to himself before moving his hand down to the girl’s cheek.

“Did you eat your lunch?” Crowley would ask

“no, couldn’t eat.” she would mumble before scooting to the inner side of the bed to feel a cooler side.

Crowley would call in Horn to bring a new set of lunch and painkillers along with a hot compress. He would then stand up and adjust the temperature, making it cooler.

Once the requested items arrive, Crowley will pull out a chair and sit beside the bed, placing the tray on his lap. 

“You have to eat something at least before taking the painkillers.” He would say before opening the lid of the bowl, letting the smell of the food fill the room. “You can eat slowly, darling.”

S/o would be propped up against the headboard, her hands taking the bowl before slowly eating. 

Occasionally, the two would talk while s/o finishes her food. Once the food is gone or at least half gone, crowley will give her a painkiller and some water.  

Placing the hot compress onto the girl’s abdomen, Crowley will clean up the food and pill wrapper. “Sit down first and use the hot compress first while waiting for the food to digest. Watch something first okay?” He says before turning the television on and exiting the room to put the dishes away.

He would later come back to join his s/o but he would be on their couch, spare napkins and a bottle of water next to him. 

This boy would also know because he observes his s/o. He would also take note of s/o’s cycles and possible first days.

Over the years of having a s/o, he already knows what to be prepared for. He knows his s/o has a hard time eating, menstrual cramps, light headaches and slight backpain from time to time.

He obviously knows this much because of Krul, Shinoa and Mitsuba. 

He would ask Lacus to cover his shift on the first few days of his s/o’s menstrual cycle so that he can be with his s/o.

Mikaela would probably on the couch of their shared apartment, his s/o curled into a little ball in his lap, a blanket pushed to the side. 

His girlfriend was feeling hot, she claimed that she needed cool air to surround her.

I believe that Mikaela would never force his s/o to eat if she really couldn’t but he would encourage her to eat.

“I can feed you.” He would softly say as he ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes softening as the little ball in his lap shifted and looked at him.

“o-okay, can you get me ice cream for dessert as well?” she would ask as Mikaela just smiles and nods.

He would end up feeding his s/o, gently rubbing her head saying “good job” when she finishes her meal and proceeds to have dessert. 

He would then get the painkillers ready and a hot compress, letting his s/o use it after she settles back onto his lap.

While they both rest, Mikaela would just tell s/o stories of Yuu and the stupid things he did when they were kids. 

When s/o finay falls asleep, the pain from her lower abdomen would disappear, and a motherly Krul would appear at the door with a set of sanitary napkins/tampons.

 Mikaela would just smile at Krul before continuing to comb his s/o’s hair.

[theyarebothgunshot]

ROSE I SWEAR TO GOD WHAT THE HELL ITS HAPPENING????? AT THIS POINT I JUST THINK THEY JUST FORGOT TO COME OUT????? THEY ARE ACTING LIKE THAT AND BEING “WAIT WHY ARE PEOPLE FREAKING OUT SO MUCH”???? OH MY LITERAL GOD HOLY CRAAAAAAAAAAP

y'all weren't kidding when you said you could feel something big was coming huh. sigh. hi! welcome to: the gang freaks out about misha's text in my inbox

instantly my first thought upon seeing misha’s text: “he sounds like that in the morning.”

they woke up together on the regular <3

GUNSHOTS WAKE UP DID YOU SEE MISHA’S TEXT??? he misses jensen so much :(((

yes :(( and me too :((

*adjusts tinhat* d-do you think misha originally took that photo to send to jensen? like a “hurry up and come in here, the pink blankey and i miss you.” ...

oh my god anon its too early for this i dont need to get emotional!!! on god i believe he texts him pics like this every day

have you seen misha's text yet??

no

girl wake up new cockles content

july is gonna be our month i can feel it!!!!!!!!

hi did anybody else get the fact that he never said that pic was while filming supernatural. like it was a little weird to not add 'in vancouver while filming [episode title]' My theory is that its a little joke because that pic is ACTUALLY in jensens apartment NOW when hes filming the boys from like a week ago. It seems like something he would do amen

oh my god i cant do 'cockles are living together rn' truthing today but you are very brave <3

ROSE ROSE ROSE ARE YOU AWAKE????? MISHA’S JENSEN TEXT!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I’M SCREAMING????? HELP!!! what 👏🏽 was 👏🏽 the 👏🏽 reason 👏🏽 misha ??? he really said i miss my march 1st baby OUTLOUD without really saying it outright i- MISHA WHATS UR @ SERIOUSLY!! - 🦋 anon

misha said happy pride to my husband and our perceivers and i thank him for that <3

Rose I hope you have a very nice sleep and are not suffering throughout this major cockles event in the middle of the night. ANYWAYS I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO SAY I CAN'T BREATHE 'SPARE ROOM' 'HIS BLANKY' SIR - anon anon

*looks into the camera* so anyways i woke up pretty much around the time you messaged me this and i am dead tired now

hehehe once again you've made the mistake of going to bed. I think imma stay up to see your reaction to the sleepover in a few hours ;) -🐢

hope i didnt dissapoint dsjhfsjfhsjhf

I’m just here to apologize that once again you were asleep when the fandom decided to start on fire <3

thank you darling i feel like i deserve some financiel compensation tbh

To all of the other anons who will undoubtedly be in gunshot's traditional freak out post with me (looking forward to all of y'alls reactions 😂), I really hope you've enjoyed this fantastic ending to pride month. Misha really chose to share that info wth us!! I haven't slept much this week because each night gets crazier. We're all thriving in this dumpster right now - 🐢

god bless we ARE all thriving!!!!

i cant deal with the Love You script dropping on the same day that misha posts both a t&s pride post and That Text. so misha is invested enough to know that the script dropped today in all likelihood. and. i. help. help. help.

🍭

yeah yeah yeah exactly nonnie exactly

my tumblr has been crazy, i haven't been able to send you asks until now 🥺 my posts are not showing in the tags...anyway tumblr staff already fix the problem with the asks so at least I can be loud in here.

crazy everything is just crazy! Misha's post, Misha's message, Goodbye Stranger script...all I'm missing is for Jensen to pull a heller!Jensen on main and i'm dead

Hope you have a beautiful day!!

-🐣

yeah tumblr fucked up and turned on my asks yesterday wtf, i hope your problem gets fixed soon!

and i hope you have the best day too!!!

we get to see misha today too i can't do this

oh god me neither

THEY WERE DOING LAUNDRY TOGETHER AFTER ALL

JDFHJSHFHSJ YEAH FUCKING HELLLL

this is just me speculating but is it a coincidence Misha is thinking about “lasts” especially the last night sleeping at Jensen’s, on the last day of pride????? *insert incredibles coincidence I think not gif*

its never a coincidence, everything this chaos machine does is on purpose

You woke up much earlier than expected! I legit thought that I had lost track of time scrolling through the madness that is the cockles tag right now. Sorry that you're going to be dragging for the rest of your day. Misha ensures that only he gets sleep when he pulls these stunts -🐢

lmao it was already light outside and i kept thinking about the misha text so i thought fuck it lets forget sleep, i need to cockles truth on main before i have to go to work <3

I’m sorry. I died. 🦚

me too!

*head in hands*, affectionate - tea anon

happy second month of pride everyone

cheers to that!!

had a thought: that one time the fan asked misha about them sharing clothes in 2018 and he joked, “it’s easy for our clothes to get mixed up, that’s all. whose is whose, you know, when you’re putting it on.” and “now everyone’s like ‘hmm, how’d the laundry get mixed up, guys?’” i hate him. i hate that it’s not implausible now. i hate.

how many times do i have to tell y'all that misha uses jokes to mask the truth <3 he was telling us the truth!

[karasimpno]

I’m trying this again because the tags are being weird but this is for the lovely and patient anon who requested #43 w/ Oikawa!!

Omg I’m so angry this got deleted and I had to start over 😭I’m so sorry it took SO long - I tried to make it a little longer to make up for it, I hope you like it!!!

“What happens if I do this?” - Oikawa x Reader 1.9k words | warnings: established relationship, fluff, a liiiiittle nsfw

You were coming up on the end of the semester and already cramming for finals. You were determined to do better than last semester and had committed yourself to cracking down on notes and outlines at your desk every night for the last two weeks.You felt kind of bad for Oikawa, though. He had graduated last year and, ever the dutiful boyfriend, always came over to see you after he got off work. Sometimes he surprised you with onigiri or something pretty that made him think of you. Sometimes you would get to eat dinner together before you reluctantly returned to your studies. He would just wait patiently on the couch, watching tv or scrolling through his phone, hoping you could eventually join him or that he’d at least get to snuggle you to sleep.

This past week though, the gifts had become more frequent. It coincided with your growing stress but you weren’t sure if that was the reason for the influx in attentions or if he was just missing you. He had bought dinner the last three nights in a row and had even made you blush when he slipped a pretty new pair of underwear into your palm after you’d finished studying one night. You were too tired to do much more than kiss him before falling asleep in his arms, though. You sighed half-awake apologies and he pulled you closer, understanding.

Tonight though, your eyes were straining on your textbook and you felt yourself almost going crazy when he waltzed through the front door, twirling his spare key around his index finger. “Babe!” he called out.

“Bedroom!” you replied, not looking up from your reading.

“I know,” he teased, the slightest edge in his voice. You glanced over your shoulder at him, standing in your doorway, hair windswept and looking devilishly handsome as ever. A grin instantly spread across your face, the mere energy of his presence infectious. You sighed and swiveled your chair around. He had your favorite takeout in his hand and you felt yourself melt a little.

“Tooru...” you sighed. He closed the distance between the two of you, setting the bag on your desk and taking both your hands in his. The corner of his mouth was pulled up in a flirtatious smirk. You took a deep breath in, relaxing and soaking up the presence of your biggest source of happiness. “And how are you today my love?” he asked, releasing one of your hands and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You caught his hand as it skirted around your cheek and held it there, leaning into his touch. “Better now,” you hated to admit, feeling a little sappy and knowing he would make fun of you for it.

“Is that all it takes? Your big strong man coming home to save you from your studies? Well then I guess I didn’t need to pick up this-” he teased, picking the bag back up from your desk and turning on his heel with a glint in his eye. “No - Tooru - wait!” you called after him as he rounded the doorway. “Dinnertime!” he sang, and you got up and trailed him to the small kitchen, the smell of cooked food making your stomach growl.

He had set the bag on the countertop and was cleaning off the table. You reached into the bag and pulled out the plasticware and a paper box. In an instant, Oikawa was by your side, slapping your wrist. “Put that back! We’re having a proper meal tonight!” he reprimanded, pulling plates out of the cabinet. You huffed and put your hands on your hips.

“Does that mean you’ll be cooking then?” you smirked, receiving a glare from him. “No,” he retorted, mumbling about his cooking skills as he properly set the table, proceeding to snatch the bag away from you. You folded your arms across your chest and watched him serve up dinner for you, trying to keep the glowing feeling in your heart from cracking your teasing exterior. He even brushed past you to steal a candle from your room, lighting it between the two place settings.

“What’s all this for?” you asked, slightly bewildered, but beaming at this romantic gesture.

“It’s Thursday,” he said simply, standing across from you with an adorable smile on his face. You grinned, slightly shaking your head at him. You stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest close to his. “And you’ve been working so hard....” his voice lowered, gently tracing a thumb over your cheekbone and looking down at you. Your heart felt so full as his eyes gazed into yours. “I love you so much,” you said, and pressed your lips against his. It was a sweet kiss, the both of you melting into the other’s touch. “Thank you for dinner,” you whispered with a content smile.

“Not to mention it’s hot to have such a smart partner!” he said, pulling away and giving you a hard smack on the ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. He chuckled and sat down, the two of you beginning to catch up about your long day.

By the time he had cleared the plates – he had even bought dessert – you were bending down to plant a kiss to his cheek, begrudgingly needing to get back to your studies. He caught your hand as you moved away, holding it fast and keeping you from retreating to your room. He wasn’t looking at you, just holding you in place. “Babe...” he started, and there was something different in his voice, something ragged. He interlaced his fingers with yours and you instinctively wrapped your other hand around your clasped hands. He pushed his chair back and moved in close to you, his nose hovering above yours. He used his index finger to pull your chin up. “I miss you,” he breathed. You felt yourself inhale and loll your head to the side with guilt, knowing exactly how he felt and what he meant. This week he’d been pulling out all the stops on his other love languages – acts of service, gifts, even words of affirmation when you got frustrated with your work. But quality time and physical touch, your two shared most important ones, had sadly slipped away this week.

“I know...” you whispered. “I just...really need to do well this semester.”

“I know” he pressed, the guilt and need intermixing in his voice. “But you’ve been working so hard. It’s almost the weekend. Take the night off with me,” he was practically begging, though his pride would never let him admit it. You sighed and pressed a kiss to your enjoined hands.

“Just let me get through a few more practice sets,” you bargained. “An hour or two, tops.”

“One hour,” he insisted, sighing. He reluctantly let your hand go as you winked at him. He smacked your ass again as you turned to go, making you jump and shoot him a wicked glare. He just chuckled and offered up his signature smirk again. You couldn’t help your grin as you turned back, his attentions fueling the first half of returning to your work. By the time an hour had passed, however, you had become overwhelmed by your studies and your brow furrowed at your computer screen again. Before you had even noticed the time, an hour and a half had passed.

Your nose buried in a textbook, you began to hear a soft humming coming from behind you. You groaned, checking the time. “I’m sorry babe... I just can’t seem to finish this,” you said. Tilting your head back in his direction without taking your eyes off your work.

“Mmm well that’s too bad...” he crooned, suddenly behind you, his hands melting down your shoulders. You sighed, your fingers sliding off the keyboard as you leaned back into his touch.

“Why’s that?” you asked him, your head tilting, exposing more of your neck. “Because...” he whispered, taking advantage of your exposed skin with his thumbs, working presses down your neck. His lips were suddenly by your ear as he began massaging your shoulders. “I had such fun things I wanted to do to you tonight,” he spoke. You groaned again, letting your head fall against his temple. “Well if I let you do everything you wanted to do to me, Oikawa, I would surely fail my classes,” you said, pointedly, but still feeling yourself melting into his touch. Your heart rate had picked up slightly and your face was growing hotter.

“Well,” he said, “what happens if I do this?” he exhaled, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear as his tongue darted out between them. Simultaneously, his hands began wandering over more of your body, the flats of his palms firmly making their way down your chest, your nipples hardening at even the briefest of touches.

“Mm, Tooru...” you moaned, weak at his touch already. You ran your fingers over his forearms, your skin prickling with heat, and something inside of you snapped. Tired of your studies, absolutely spent from days hunched over your books, away from his touch, working yourself silly, you decided you’d had enough. You pushed his hands off of you and spun the chair around, throwing your arms around his neck and eagerly beginning to suck a tender spot below the corner of his jaw. He let out a surprised little laugh and wrapped his arms around your lower back. You pulled away for a moment. “Then I guess we’ll just have to see,” you whispered, your eyelids half-closed, answering his question. You squeezed his shoulders and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and crushing your lips into his, as the two of you had done many times before. He caught you with a low gasp and traced a hand up your thigh, turning you toward the bed. You could feel him grinning against your lips, and you pulled back for a moment, resting your forehead against his.

He crawled onto the bed with you still wrapped around his torso, letting you softly drop onto the mattress below him. You could practically feel his body vibrating as he began pressing kisses from your mouth, down your neck, down your clothed chest, to your stomach, where he lifted the fabric of your shirt and planted a sweet kiss ever so lovingly to your exposed skin. Looking down at him, you ran a hand through his beautiful hair, thinking of all the times he’d pulled your pants down with his teeth. It made you smile, growing a little more aroused at the thought. Nothing had ever quite done it for you the way this man’s love for you did.

“I guess tonight was a good night to try out that new pair of underwear you got me,” you said with a smile, your chest heaving at the sight of the corners of his lips turning upwards at your tone. “I love you so much, Tooru,” you sighed, your hand still toying with his hair, thinking about what a wonderful boyfriend you had. “Thank you....thank you for everything this week, for the dinners, the gifts, your patience....thank you –” he swallowed the rest of your sentence with his lips. Pulling back to hover with a smile above your lips. “I love you too, baby,” he grinned.

You found yourself continuing to say thank you many times that night.

[rmnamjoons]

Embrace [KNJ]

➳ request from anon: You don’t have to if you don’t want to do it but a one shot where Namjoon and y/n cuddle a lot and they both get teased by the members and both Namjoon and y/n secretly like each other it can be smut or fluff or both.

➳ summary: You and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and you’ve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. You’ve always believed that Namjoon didn’t feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoon’s cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.

➳ pairing: Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: smut, fluff, best friends to lovers

➳ word count: 3.9k

➳ tags: smut, fingering, cuddling, grinding, sex in spooning position, mutual pining, accidental confession of love, bed sharing, mutual orgasm, loving possessiveness (i.e. “you’re mine” during sex), soft dom namjoon

➳ links: read this on ao3, link to my masterlist

The movie was almost over, but you weren’t ready to leave Namjoon’s warm embrace yet. You were sitting across his lap, his big strong arms around you, your head leaning on his shoulder where you’d nuzzled in to get warmer.

At least, that’s what you’d told him and yourself, that you’d needed to cuddle with him because you were cold and the other boys took all the blankets. In reality, you just loved the feeling of the man you were in love with holding you close. It let you pretend, at least for a little while, that he liked you back and you weren’t some pathetic loser in love with your best friend.

Not that Namjoon seemed to mind. The man loved cuddles maybe even more than you did, always hugging you from behind, pulling you into his lap, putting his arm around you when you sat together. The others always teased the two of you, asking if you’d finally gotten together yet, and Namjoon always blushed and hid his face and said it wasn’t like that, sending a stab of pain to your heart. 

It wasn’t like that, and never would be. He just liked to cuddle with you, no ulterior motives or hidden feelings. You were his best friend and he trusted you more than anyone, and that was that.

You’d noticed when you’d first befriended him, how much he avoided physical contact. He didn’t like being touched by others, even his friends, but then came you — even if he wasn’t in love with you, you knew he cared about you deeply. You were the one person he let touch him, who he sought out physical affection from. It made your heart soar, how much you knew he liked and trusted you, even if it wasn’t romantically.

Now, snuggled up to him as the movie reached its climax, you could barely keep your eyes open. Being held by him always did this to you, especially when you could feel his gentle breathing lulling you to sleep. He was so big and warm, like your own personal teddy bear — your Joonie bear, you teasingly called him once — and as much as you always wanted to cherish being held, it always knocked you right out when it was like this, warm and cuddly and snuggled up together.

You could hear the movie winding down now, but you nuzzled in closer to him, feeling the way he squeezed his arms around you tighter, protective and loving. You hummed a small contented noise and he responded by touching his lips to your forehead, not quite kissing you there.

“Aww, check out the happy couple,” Taehyung jeered, making a few of the others laugh.

“Be quiet, you’ll wake her,” Namjoon murmured, ignoring their taunts, and you kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

“He’s so smitten, look at him!” Jimin laughed, and Namjoon tensed. You swore you could almost hear his heartbeat racing in his chest.

“Shut up,” Namjoon grumbled, bringing one hand up to rest gently on your head. You wondered if he was trying to cover your ear so you wouldn’t hear what the boys were saying, figuring he was just trying to stop them from waking you up.

The movie continued on, and Namjoon kept his hand in place on your head, a few times moving his fingers a little, stroking your hair back from your face. You made another little noise, sighing and snuggling in closer, and this time Namjoon responded by humming back to you, so quiet only you could hear him.

When the movie finished, you heard the others stretching in place or shifting around, packing up their stuff to head off to bed and talking amongst themselves. A few of them talked about plans for tomorrow, others about something that happened in the film. One of them turned off the television, and the room began to clear.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to bed,” Namjoon murmured into your hair, and you made a quiet noise in protest, not moving otherwise. You felt him laugh a little at your stubbornness, stroking your hair again in a way that made your heart ache.

“You that sleepy?” he asked, his deep voice a gentle murmur, and you didn’t respond to him, figuring a sleeping person should probably be less vocal.

He held you there for a moment, not moving or speaking. The other boys were all gone now, the room quiet and peaceful, and you could almost feel his eyes on your face, watching you. You wanted to open your eyes, but more than that, you didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment.

Namjoon began shifting then, moving forward a little with you still securely in place. You thought he was going to make you get off of him, but instead he held you closer, carefully standing up and holding you tight against his chest bridal-style. It took everything in you to keep your eyes closed and pretend to be asleep, when in reality your heart and mind were both racing.

Namjoon carefully stepped around the coffee table, holding you in his arms like you weighed nothing and this was no big deal to him. He’d never carried you like this before, and now, you never wanted him to put you down.

He took you to his bedroom. You’d know this familiar, comforting smell anywhere, even with your eyes closed, having slept in his bed quite a few times over the years and cherishing every moment of it. His room smelled like him, like cotton and clean laundry and just Namjoon, and you’d grown to cherish that smell, associating it with love and cuddles and your big cuddly Joonie.

He laid you down gently on his bed, pulling the covers up over you and stepping back. You heard him head off to his bathroom, tiptoeing on his way and easing the door closed quietly before brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. It was so domestic, so normal, it made your heart hurt. You wanted him with every fibre of your being, every atom in your body — you were already his, and you wanted him to be yours, for this to be your routine every night: carried off to bed by the love of your life.

You slept over often, whenever you spent time with the boys and they declared it was too late for you to go home, and you always ended up in Namjoon’s bed, cuddled up with him in a spare set of his pajamas. If the man was a cuddler when he was awake, he was on a whole new level asleep, always wrapping himself around you or nearly pulling you on top of him. He’d told you once that he needed to hug something when he slept, and when you weren’t there he hugged one of his pillows instead.

He stepped out of his bathroom then, turning off the lights and sneaking over to his side of the bed. You’d slept over enough times now to have your own side, your usual spot in his space, something the two of you instinctually did without even having to talk about it.

Namjoon settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and spooning you. You smiled lazily, lacing your fingers with his where they rested on your tummy.

“Love you, baby,” he murmured against your shoulder, and your eyes shot open, your whole body tensing and heart just about bursting out of your chest.

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighed, realizing his slip-up and that you weren’t as asleep as he’d thought you were.

Everything the other boys had said earlier, everything they always teased Namjoon about was bouncing around in your head now — you’d always thought they were making fun of you two because they didn’t understand your relationship or how two people could be close without dating. They’d said earlier tonight that Namjoon was smitten — had they seen something you hadn’t?

“Do you mean it, Joon?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible in the dark, still room.

Namjoon didn’t answer for a moment. You could almost hear the wheels turning in his brilliant head, and you wanted to turn around and look at him, take his face in your hands, but he’d laced his fingers with yours again, pulling your body closer to him as he tried to think up a response.

“Yeah,” he eventually said, making you suck in a harsh breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” you asked him, and you felt him bury his face in against your shoulder, hiding like he sometimes did when he felt shy.

“‘Cause I just ruined everything,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your shirt. “I love you so much, but you don’t feel the same way, and now I ruined it by telling you ‘cause you aren’t gonna want to be around me anymore.”

“But what if I love you too?” you said, and now it was his turn to freeze and tense up. You continued, using his shocked silence to explain yourself more, “I love you, you big doofus. You’re my best friend and I’m so stupidly in love with you it’s not even funny.”

“You do? You are?” he asked, and though you were facing away, still being spooned by him, you could almost see the dumbfounded look on his face, his wide eyes, his plush lips parted.

“Of course I’m in love with you,” you said, moving his hand where he held yours by your stomach, bringing it up in front of your face. “How could I not love you, Joon? You’re perfect.” You kissed his palm slowly, feeling him almost gasp before he let out a small whiney noise. “You’re my best friend,” you kissed his index fingertip, “You treat me so well,” his middle fingertip, “You’re the most handsome,” his ring finger, “kind,” his pinky, “sweet,” his thumb, “loving man in the world,” you kissed his index fingertip one more time, just to be thorough. “I never stood a chance, Joon.”

You kissed his palm again, this time slower, pressing your lips to his skin and closing your eyes. He made a whiney, defeated noise, nuzzling in closer to you and wrapping his other arm around you.

“Love you so much,” he murmured against your neck before pressing his lips there. “My angel, my baby, my princess. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yours,” you said, sighing when you felt him kiss your neck again. “Yours forever, Joon.”

“Yours, too,” he mumbled. “I’ve belonged to you for a while now. Since we first met, pretty much. Love you forever.”

You whimpered out a pathetic noise, your heart skipping a beat and chest aching at his sweet words. He groaned back to you, as if answering your noise, and he squeezed you tight, as if afraid of letting go.

You moved his hand back down to your stomach, but he drifted lower, resting his palm just above the waistband of your thin sweatpants. You moaned softly, arching your back a little and grinding back into him, and you gasped when you felt him already half-hard.

“I think about you every moment of every day,” he murmured, tracing his fingers along your waistband. “I think about kissing you, and touching you, and being with you like this.”

“Yeah?” you whispered, your voice soft and airy. Your lungs felt tight, the anticipation of whatever he was about to do making your heart race as you felt yourself growing wetter, your pussy drenched and throbbing already.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about having my head between your legs,” he said, slipping just one finger below your waistband, running it along your skin but not going even an inch lower. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet. I imagine you begging me and pulling my hair and being so loud for me, but we can’t be loud now, baby. All the other guys would hear you, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

You could almost feel his smug smile against your skin, and before you could answer, he brought his other hand up to your face, that arm bent underneath you, turning your face gently to look back over your shoulder at him. You couldn’t see him very well in the dark, but you felt his warm breath on your lips, the tip of his nose tracing yours as he held you perfectly in place like this, your back now arched even more and your ass pressing fully against his rock-hard cock straining in his sweatpants.

“Joon,” you whined, just barely above a whisper, and he kissed the corner of your mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste your lips for the first time.

“Can I touch you, baby?” he breathed, and you nodded, gasping when he pushed his hand on your stomach lower, down past your panties and immediately finding where you were dripping wet for him, running two fingers along your slit before circling your clitoris slowly.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” he groaned, a teasing smile on his perfect lips.

“Ngh, mmm, Joon...” you moaned out, grabbing at the wrist of the hand he currently had down your pants, trying to hold onto him or keep in place or something, you didn’t know what.

He pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you fully before parting just enough to whisper, “Shh, baby, we gotta keep quiet,” against your lips. His actions didn’t match his words, though, as he moved his hand down and curled two fingers inside you, rubbing the meat of his palm against your clit as he slid his fingers in and out of you.

You whimpered for him, trying so hard to keep quiet, but when he brought his fingers back up to your clit, rubbing even harder now, you gave up on that, moaning out his name so loud you were sure everyone for a mile would hear you. Namjoon seemed to give up on that too, rubbing your clit hard and chasing after your pleasure, feeling you thrash and twitch and writhe in his arms as you gasped and moaned against his lips.

“You’re such a good girl,” he groaned, closing his eyes and moving his fingers on you steadily, fast and hard and giving you everything you wordlessly begged him for. “My good, sweet girl. My angel. I love you so much.” He was grinding his cock against your ass through both his pants and yours, and when you tried to reach back and grab him, he stopped you, removing his hand from your pants and grabbing you by your wrist, his fingers soaked from your wetness.

“Joonie,” you whined, grinding back against him, your pussy clenching from him suddenly stopping.

“No, baby,” he said, putting your hand back in front of you. “Right now’s all about you.”

“But I want you,” you moaned, and Namjoon made a low noise in his throat when he felt you shimmying in place, pulling your pants down your legs and kicking them off before grinding back against him again. “Please, Joon,” you whimpered, hooking your leg back over him, spread as wide as you could while laying on your side.

“You want me right now?” he asked, bringing his hand back to your pussy and running two fingers slowly along your slit. “You want me to take you like this?”

“Yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes at just the thought of being filled up by him. “Want you more than anything, Joonie. We’ve waited so long, all this time. Take me right now. Make me yours. Please.”

Namjoon growled at that, a noise that made your eyes almost roll back in your head. He didn’t waste another moment, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring up against your ass. You arched your back more to help the angle, biting your lip and whining when you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, just before sliding in completely.

You gasped, your mouth hanging open wide in a silent gasp, your eyes closed in ecstasy as you felt him stretch you open. He was so fucking big, so thick, so long, filling you so perfectly you wondered how you’d lived without ever feeling this, without feeling your Namjoon fill you up and claim you. Purposefully or not, the way he held you, he pressed his hand against your lower stomach, just hard enough you could feel his full throbbing length inside you, deep in your guts.

Behind you, Namjoon moved to hug you tightly with both arms, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You could feel his brow drawn tight as if he were making a face in agony, but when he let out a shaky breath, you heard him moan your name and “so fucking good.”

He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse as you tried in vain to move your hips. He held you perfectly in place though, remaining still and enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeezing him and throbbing around him, his hand still pressed against your lower stomach to keep your hips from moving.

“Joonie, move,” you whined, grabbing that hand and squeezing a few of his big, long fingers. You swore just two of his fingers were bigger than your wrist.

“So needy,” he smiled, kissing your cheek, though despite his teasing you could tell his resolve was running thin by how deep and rough his voice was becoming. “Does my precious little girl want me to fuck her?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, trying again to wiggle in his arms and roll your hips back against him.

“All you ever have to do is ask, angel,” he said against your jaw, peppering kisses there too. “I belong to you now, and you belong to me. You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to make you mine?”

“Please, Joonie, yes,” you begged, nearly in tears now, gasping when he moved his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing in lazy circles just to make your pussy spasm around his cock. You cried out for him, grinding back against him, moving your body with his as he slowly rolled his hips into you.

He was so big, you swore you felt the veins of his cock stretching you infinitesimally more as he slid in and out of you, his gentle pace almost cruel as he continued rubbing your clit with his fingers. He moved so slowly, cherishing every gasp and whimper you gave him, moaning softly at the way you were so desperate and needy for him. He brought his hand that wasn’t busy on your clit up under your shirt, palming one breast lazily and giving you even more pleasure, you could barely take it, your brain all but short-circuiting.

“So fucking tight, baby. I’ve imagined doing this so many times,” he murmured against your skin. He was moving fast enough now for his hips hitting your ass to make an obscene slapping noise with each short thrust, his breathing becoming rough and fast as he kept running his filthy mouth. “Every time you sleep in my bed, I dream about taking you over and over. On your knees, on your back, ass up in the air, every position your dirty little mind can think of. Did you imagine it too, princess?”

“Yes! Every time we’re together, I think about it, Joon,” you sobbed, and he rewarded you by rubbing your clit faster, making you moan his name over and over, grinding back into him, your body all but spasming as he overwhelmed your senses.

“Mmm, such a good girl, Y/N,” he moaned, moving his hips even faster now. “My good girl. Can’t wait for you to cum all over my fingers and cock. You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me, right?”

“Yes, Joon,” you sighed shakily, biting your lip and whimpering as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into your ass and taking you.

“So fucking good,” he growled, and your lips fell open in a silent gasp, your lungs incapable of taking in air as he moved as hard as he could, skin slapping against wet skin and his fingers rubbing your clit so hard you were sure you’d bruise there.

You squeezed your eyes closed, unconsciously holding your breath and feeling yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge, while behind you Namjoon groaned with each harsh exhale, his skin hot and sweaty from his exertion. Your leg hooked back over him felt like it was going to cramp, but you held yourself perfectly in place, your back arched and body ready for him to ravage as he saw fit.

“Please,” you gasped, your lungs burning, moaning loudly with every harsh exhale, every part of you overwhelmed by him. Namjoon cried out behind you, feeling you squeeze him so tight as your sudden orgasm overwhelmed you, your body shaking and pussy clenching down on him.

Your climax coursed through you and flooded your body, your mind, every part of you, filling you with love and pleasure so overwhelmingly good you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but take it. You’d never cum this hard in your life, not even when imagining him, and stars burst behind your eyelids and in your brain as he kept rubbing your clit and pounding into you, drawing out your orgasm. You moaned loudly when you felt his cock twitching inside you, sloppily thrusting a few more times before pushing himself fully inside you and holding himself in place as he came, his hot cum spilling so deep within you, filling you up so perfectly.

He groaned in your ear, his big, warm, sweaty body surrounding you and holding you in place, neither of you moving as you both breathed roughly and tried to recover. He was still inside you, moaning weakly when your pussy squeezed his softening cock without you even meaning to.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, his usually deep voice even deeper right now in his post-orgasm haze.

“Yeah,” was all you could say, your voice soft and shaky. You felt Namjoon smile at that and wished you could see his cute little dimple. You’d have to kiss that dimple a few dozen times in the morning, to make up for lost time.

You weakly unhooked your leg from him, groaning as the muscles there moved and you settled back in place. Namjoon just spooned you tighter, hugging you from behind with both arms and nuzzling in like this was natural, something the two of you did all the time, cuddling together half-naked after making love.

“Love you so much, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your neck lazily. You knew you’d never ever get used to hearing him say that, even if you heard it a thousand times.

“Love you too, Joonie,” you sighed, feeling yourself becoming sleepy again, this time contented, satisfied, and so deeply in love with your best friend. 

Namjoon’s arms tightened around you protectively, and you felt him giving you lazy kisses on your shoulder and neck, covering your skin in his love.

“Mine forever,” he murmured, and you smiled lazily, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep in his warm embrace.

His forever. That didn’t sound bad at all.

[plaidbooks]

Hiiii can I request a rafaelxdetective reader using one of the prompts: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Maybe reader shows up to work after staying with him, but didn’t have a spare shirt so she uses one of his. He’s in the squad room with liv and notices??

Dark Blue Shirt

A/N: Hello anon! I’m all about this; nothing quite like getting caught red-handed! Hope you enjoy!

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You woke up when you heard a phone buzz next to you, a warm body pressed against your back. The bed shifted and an arm reached over you to grab the phone off the end table next to you, then silence. Then a grunt from Rafael as he pulled his arms from around you, kissing your shoulder, before rolling out of bed.

“Work?” you grumbled, opening your eyes to the sunlight barely peeking through the curtains in his bedroom. You rolled over, watching him as he stood, making his way towards the bathroom, his naked back and ass drawing your eyes, red scratch marks by his shoulders.

“Yeah,” Rafael replied, closing the door. The sound of running water filled the room as he showered. You looked at your phone, making sure you weren’t also being called in. Thankfully, you weren’t, and you could relax a little longer—you and Rafael had been friends with benefits for a while, just recently moving into actually dating, and it wasn’t rare that one of you were called away early in the morning, leaving the other in bed. You were both adults and it wasn’t too big of a deal, even though you wished you could stay in bed all day, cuddling.

Rafael came back out of the bathroom, hair still dripping, towel wrapped around his hips. You couldn’t help but stare at his broad chest—no matter how many times you’ve gone to bed with him, he was still very attractive.

“See something you like, hermosa?” he asked, his lips twitching upwards.

“Very much so…. If you weren’t being called in, I’d show you how much I like what I see,” you purred, letting the sheets fall from your bare chest.

Rafael’s eyes darkened. “Trust me, I’d much rather stay here, but duty calls.” He hurried to dress, and you watched; it was almost erotic watching him put on clothes; the neat, crisp shirt, slacks, suspenders. He had you pick out a tie, and he gave you a deep kiss before he put on some cologne, grabbed his suit jacket, and made his way out the door.

You used his shower—you had toiletries at his place already—coming out feeling nice and fresh. The plan was to make a quick cup of coffee, put on your clothes from yesterday, rush home and change, then head to work. But that plan was quickly destroyed as you got a call from Olivia, calling you in now.

Shit, you thought, looking at your clothes. The jeans were fine, but the shirt was a mess—you had spilled soy sauce on it yesterday from takeout during dinner at the precinct—and there was no time to make it home first. You had clothes at Rafael’s place, but they needed to be washed, too. In desperation, you went to Rafael’s closet, shifting through shirts, looking for one he didn’t wear often, in hopes no one would notice. Finding a dark blue button-up, you pulled it on, tucking it into your jeans, and running out the door, making sure to lock it behind you.

 ********************

You made it to the precinct in record time, smiling when Amanda handed you a cup of coffee from a takeout tray; it was soo much better than the shitty precinct coffee.

“That’s a fancy shirt,” Amanda smirked, eyeing the button-up. You ducked your head, trying to hide the embarrassment that showed on your face.

“Yeah, thought I’d wear something nice today,” you murmured nonchalantly. You brushed by her, heading to the observation room, to watch in on the interview already taking place. Olivia and Sonny were grilling the suspect, but your eyes went straight to Rafael, who was at the window, watching the interrogation. He glanced at you, his eyes sparkling when he noticed what you were wearing.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching.

You came to stand next to him. “I’m the one wearing it, so do you mean our shirt?” you grinned back at him. You watched the interview, but heard nothing, feeling his gaze on the side of your face.

“Maybe I should take you to the bathroom, and then you won’t be wearing it,” Rafael growled, his voice low.

Arousal swept through you, and you chanced a glance at him. This was your biggest mistake, because once you locked eyes with the counselor, you couldn’t look away, falling into the trap of his seafoam eyes. You hadn’t noticed you were moving towards him until you were jumping back, the door to the interview room opening loudly as Sonny and Olivia came out, looking annoyed.

“Well, bastard’s lawyered up. But did you hear him in there? He knows his goose is cooked,” Sonny waved his arm at the window. He glanced at you, noticing you were there, and quirked an eyebrow at your shirt. But before he could ask, Olivia sent him to go with Amanda to collect the victims, do a line-up.

Then she turned to you, giving you a pointed stare, before looking at Rafael, then back to you. “How long has this been going on?”

The heat rose to your cheeks; you and Rafael hadn’t disclosed your relationship yet. “I don’t know what—”

“Please, don’t try that with me. If you and Rafael are going to be sneaking around with each other, you can at least not do something as stupid as wearing his clothes to work,” Liv admonished.

Rafael cleared his throat awkwardly. “We were going to disclose after things calmed down a little.”

Liv sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Do you even realize how much this could screw up everything? Every case you two worked on together will come under fire—”

“Rafael and I haven’t been working together, though,” you said quickly. “Remember that case last month, where you wanted me to testify but Rafael declined? This is why! We’re not being stupid about it, Liv—neither of us would ever want to compromise our work.”

She looked between you two again. “Fine, but nothing better come of this. And you better disclose sooner rather than later. I won’t tell anyone, but I’m positive people have noticed your shirt already.” Olivia gave you another pointed look before leaving the room.

Rafael let out a breath. “That was like being chewed out by the principal in high school,” he smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “This isn’t funny, Rafi. We…we have to disclose…we’re in deep shit.”

He stood in front of you, taking your chin in his hand. “We were already going to disclose, hermosa. We made sure we didn’t break any rules; everything will be fine.”

You smiled, melting into his touch. “Yeah, you’re right. It’ll work out.”

“Besides, I highly enjoy seeing you in my shirt.” That glint was back in his eyes, and he leaned in, kissing you gently. You kissed him back, his lips soft on yours.

“Oh my god!” Sonny’s voice came from the door, and you pulled apart from Rafael, just in time to see Sonny dart out of the room, yelling, “Amanda, you’re not gonna believe this!”

[random-mha-thoughts]

Fidgety (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: League of Villains x Reader, platonic relationship

Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Mr. Compress, Kurogiri, Twice

Anon requested: “idk if you do requests, but league of villains with a suicidal parental abuse victim? you don't have to if you're uncomfortable”

Genre: Comfort/slight angst

Warnings: Implication of suicidal thoughts and abuse

Word Count: 1,255

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

a/n: I haven’t been inspired by a request in so long.  Either because it’s finally angsty/feelsy or because I found the perfect playlist on Spotify to listen to while writing it.  I really like it, it’s the first I’ve written that I’ve been really proud of in a while, so I hope you guys enjoy it.  And I hope if this is something you need right now, I hope it makes you feel just a little bit better, treat this as my hug to you.

"You're a weird one."

Shigaraki's voice comes out of the blue, startling me into jumping.  He's casually carrying an energy drink back to his room.  It's late in the night, I didn't think the rest would be awake by now.  I spare him one glance before resuming my activity.  "Says the alcoholic with chapped skin and scratchy neck," I mumble a retort.

"Yeah, says the one organizing Kurogiri's alcohol cabinet at 3 AM," the boy snorts back.  He seems amused by my position, standing on a metal stepladder to reach the top.

"I wish it was a bookshelf," I mutter barely above a whisper.

"What's that?"

"You're awake too, you know," I voice just a little louder.  Amaretto before the gin, Henny right after, I think as I move the bottles around.

I feel Shigaraki scan over my figure again before he shrugs.  "If you need me, I'll still be awake, you know where to find me.  You don't have to be up late alone."

My hands stop moving for a brief pause.  His casual offer echoes down the hallway as his faint steps retreat.  The fingers grasping my glass bottles slowly rest on the wooden shelf, letting the words linger in the air, my eyes closing slowly.

Once the moment is gone, I pull one of the bottles forward from the perfectly arranged lineup.  There has to be something slightly off, or else it'll look too clean.

.

"I thought you were gonna do the dishes tonight, what happened?"

The shift in Dabi's voice to something slightly more deadly makes my skin minutely jump and freeze.  My eyes downcast to the cards in my hand, flicking at the worn corner of the joker on top.  "I forgot, I'm sorry."

I hear rustling from him, and I keep an eye on his shadow on the floor.  He uncrosses his arms, one of them lifting up towards me.  I screw my eyes shut.

His hand lands on my shoulder.  "It's fine, just do it tomorrow.  I already did them so Crusty won't get annoyed."  His aquamarine eyes notice my frozen figure before resting on my hands.  "You must really love those cards since you carry them everywhere.  What do you do with them?"

I'm still shaken by his sudden touch.  "Nothing, really," I mumble.

After a pause, his hand on my shoulder rests on my head, softer this time but still elicits a flinch out of me.  "You're not bad, kid.  Remember that."

My head rolls up to meet his blank face before he turns around and heads back to his room.  The warmth of his hand still remains on my head, sort of as a comfort.  It's foreign, but satisfying, and I miss it.

.

"You always do that!"

I flinch at Dabi's sudden outburst against Shigaraki.  I don't know what they're fighting about, I tuned out sometime before the screaming happened.  A brief image of two people bickering and another of a man's face in full view pass through my head.

"God, you're the worst!  Why'd you come here if you can't handle me?" Shigaraki taunts back.  "Just go back to where you came from!"

"How about I just burn you to ash instead?!"

My mind chooses to focus on my tapping on the glass I'm holding, my back turned to the two, but I know they're probably up in each other's face already.

"Gentlemen!  Let's be more civil, shall we?" Compress's dramatic voice rings out to stop the two.  Kurogiri joins him in breaking it up and reprimanding them to apologize.

If only it were that easy sometimes.  If only they were there earlier.

A warm hand suddenly covers mine to stop my tapping.  "Aww (Y/n) sweetie, are you scared?  Should I go take care of them for you?"  Toga brandishes her knife, catlike eyes sparkling as the metal reflects off the light.

"No, I'm fine, just keeping myself present," I answer too quickly and rip my hand away from her to take a sip from my glass to seem more natural.

"You know, you shouldn't hide your feelings like that."  She leans her head on her hand, propped up on the bar.  "You're valid, you matter here.  Big sis Toga will take care of all your demons, physical and mental.  I'd have so much fun if you let me!"  Her wide smile shows off her sharp teeth.

My drink slides down my throat which much difficulty, passing the lump forming.  I finger my deck of cards near my left hand, playing with the soft, worn corner of the top card.  "Thanks."  It may sound like empty gratitude on the outside, but her words mean more to me than she knows.

.

Shigaraki, Dabi, and Spinner went out on a mission and they still aren't back yet.  I sit at the bar where Kurogiri left me, shuffling through my cards again.

"Oh, (Y/n), there you are," Twice greets as he and Mr. Compress approach and sit in the chairs on either side of me.  I barely nod in acknowledgment at them.

The latter man observes my nervously shaking hands as I move cards around the stack.  "Dabi said you play with those cards all the time.  What do you do with them?"

I sneak a glance at him just briefly.  "I just...organize them.  Put them in order."  My stack is already pretty much in order.  I add in the last of the cards I'd left on the counter to hold onto, save for the Jokers.  I stick those outsider cards randomly inside the perfect deck, ruining the order.

"They looked pretty worn in and creased, how long have you had them?" Twice asks.

My finger comfortingly plays with the corner of the ace on the bottom.  The cards have long lost their fresh white color, some of the colored parts have chipped, and they're all slightly bent instead of pin straight.  They and I have been through a lot.  "I don't know, pretty long."

"They must mean something to you, which makes me a bit reluctant to give you these."  Compress takes out one of his blue marbles and places it in his palm.  Once he opens it, an unopened deck is revealed.  "A brand new deck erases all the emotions and memories from the old one, but I guess I was hoping you'd give them up in favor of making new ones."

I take them from his hand, opening the top.  The smell of new cardboard and paper hits me immediately.

"Well, it's from both of us," Twice adds quickly.  "We know you're probably holding onto your old life and you might not want to move on from it."

That can't be farther from the truth, I wish I can move on.

"But we hope you can perhaps bury them among your more positive experiences with us," Mr. Compress finishes.  "You're part of the family now, and there's nothing we wouldn't do to protect you.  You're important to us, we want you to be happy even if it takes a while to get there."

"And we'll definitely be there to help you get to that point!"

My hands clamp around the box of cards.  I'm afraid to even take them out, fearing that I'll soil the precious gift I've been given if I just touch them.  My eyes fill with tears at their comfort, body trembling as I want to curl in on myself.

As both of them embrace me, I can't shake the lingering thoughts of disappointing them, but I'll be damned if I won't at least try finding my purpose in life, and I know they'll help me every step of the way.  It feels right being with them here, maybe I can live for them, if that turns out to be enough.

[emersonfreepress]

What would the ro's be like in a zombie au?

whyyyyy anon whyyy. I'm actually gonna write this in like.. slightly different terms, you'll see. any time I even briefly think of a zombie au I'm just like

I WANNA WRITE IT SO BADDD

i don't even allow myself to entertain it for very long because getting into that would be the worst thing ever for my productivity with the alpha omg 😂😂 so I'll put like the ideas that pop into my head for writing a zombie au, to work some of that creative frustration out 😆

so in this very general, absolutely noncommittal idea of mine, the main cast are older and the setting is in and around a civilian settlement led by the Emersons.

and as a refresher, i like my zombie aus to have fast zombies and fast infections ^ ^ 28 Days Later/Train to Busan style babyyyy, we the Sprinting Dead up in this bitch 😆

= = =

Gabe is, predictably, looking for what's left of his family. Following rumors of safe havens and bunkers and such. Starts the story as someone who tries to be diplomatic, if not outright pacifist, but as times get tougher and resources dwindle, he'd become one of the most cutthroat motherfuckers in the wasteland. Low-key though, low-key. People won't trust you if they know you’re capable of throwing them to a horde for strategic reasons. Like if Rick turned into Shane (for those of us familiar with early Walking Dead--idk did that happen eventually? i gave up before we even met Negan lol). The end justifies the means :) Damn, I can legit see Gabe going full evil in a zombie au omg 😂😂 i want to write it so fucking bad

Preferred weapon for zed encounters: rifle

Preferred weapon for human encounters: handgun

Faith in humanity: fucking zero

Zombie kill count: plenty; the type to kill every zombie he has spare ammo and time for

Human kill policy: When it benefits him or the people he’s looking after

Survival rating: B+; he can make it out of some pretty dire situations through sheer will to live and ruthlessness

- - -

Kile has arrived--clearly, this is the timeline they belong in. They start their journey with Gabe (and their doggo) and stick to him like glue, even reluctantly so when Gabe eventually has them join the settlement. This can only go one way, though: Kile's just too much of a wildcard for the group and hates being told what to do. (Especially now that society has fallen, wtf) They'd make their exit alone and unannounced aside from a brief head’s up to Gabe. It's slightly bittersweet, but also? They get to loot and hunt and sneak around and kill fucking zombies, all by themself. Kile is a loner, a hiker, and a hunter to begin with so they do beyond fine on their own. However, once the inevitable violent human threat comes for the settlement, Gabe is sent out to convince Kile to come out of isolation, just this once please, to be the camp’s super soldier help defend the camp.

Zed weapon: p much anything they can get their hands on, ranged or melee, blunt or sharp, w/e; improvised weapons

Human weapon: hunting knife

Faith in humanity: never had any to begin with

Zombie kill count: lol infinite?? any zed they come across is double-dead if they have the time for it

Human kill policy: at Gabe’s direction or when provoked enough/threatened

Survival rating: A-; they trust no one, live in isolation, and prioritize survival above all else. only reason it’s not higher is they would risk their life for Gabe or their furbaby and also... their own Rambo-esque antics def attracts the occasional horde lmao

- - -

Jack... this poor boy, he doesn't deserve a zombie au 😂 He's one of those people that first believes zombies are just sick people, too squeamish to keep up with TV news coverage at the onset and too upset to consider anything else. He'd hunker down at home, staying holed up even while his neighbors evacuated, and probably be discovered while the main group is looting the same place as him. When people try to tell him the real state of the world, he'd be in denial until he absolutely couldn't be anymore. idk, probably after Kile shooting a bunch of non-lethal holes thru a zombie to make a point (attracting more in the process lol).

He’d almost immediately join the medical team at the settlement and as word spreads about how easy he is to talk to, he quickly becomes the literal on-site therapist. It's a role he embraces but... idk if it's an emotional burden he can bear. He's very emotionally resilient! But he ain't a professional lol imagine a whole settlement of traumatized zombie survivors seeking you out for counseling, yikes. He also can't say no to a person in need, so instead he quietly spirals into a very private depression while continuing to help others!!

Zed weapon: Oh gosh, do I really have to?

Human weapon: ...Kindness?

Faith in humanity: Unrealistically high

Zombie kill count: Single digit

Human kill policy: Not ever, unless completely unavoidable and to defend the defenseless

Survival rating: C...? idk, that feels generous. D+. To be protected at all costs!!

- - -

Jessie also had the initial reaction of hoping zombies could be saved, but she woke up from that dream swiftly. The science-minded person that she is, esp with her interest in biology, leaves her determined to find anybody who's got the intellect, expertise, and resources to start doing actual work toward a treatment, cure, vaccine—anything. Nothing would get her to finally unabashedly embrace her love of science (and innate leadership skills!!) faster than a zombie apocalypse! In fact, it’s thanks to her that the Emerson settlement’s got a small but growing team of scientists doing as much research as humanly possible to best educate the others on the outbreak and zombie behavior. Def no zombie experimentation going on though lol. ...Not yet, at least.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: rifle

Faith in humanity: High! We’ll find a solution! Don’t give up hope!

Zombie kill count: Double digits, but less than 30

Human kill policy: Only in unavoidable self-defense or defense of others

Survival rating: B! She has experience with ranged weapons, farming and gardening skills, first aid, camping experience, and a can-do attitude with a healthy dose of realism!

- - -

Rain remains cargo as I said in the last post about this 😆 They'd be very good for keeping clothes repaired and making useful modifications in the settlement, but their life up to this point has been very sheltered and privileged. We're talking somebody with a chauffeur and a personal chef before the outbreak! They would contribute to quality of life and homemaking efforts more than anything—an overlooked aspect of these scenarios tbh! After as many months of dragging their feet as possible and being nigh impossible to track down when you need them, they eventually become involved in meal planning and even help out with medical stuff if they're asked.

Zed weapon: how do you reload this thing again?

Human weapon: switchblade or other concealable sharp-pointy

Faith in humanity: Very low

Zombie kill count: 0! Can you believe it!

Human kill policy: Well if it’s you or me, of course I’m choosing me.

Survival rating: C. Being so tiny helps them find good hiding spots and their self-preservation is high enough to keep them from unnecessary risk-taking. Plus they're very stealthy! Self-defense is a major issue though, so hiding is always their best option.

- - -

Rupan/Rohan scouts for and leads scavenging missions and is Curt's right hand on the recruitment team. The two of them together are the perfect combo of diplomacy, debate, and deception--although R is more honorable about the last one and will only deceive for strategic reasons. When they aren’t looting and recruiting, they’re doing peacekeeping inside the settlement. Most social disputes end up getting brought to them for mediation and they’re pretty dang good at making and enforcing calls. One day they’ll wake up to realize they’ve basically become a sheriff and feel the need to puke their guts up and do something, anything, to reassure themself they’re still punk 😂

Zed weapon: SMG

Human weapon: shotgun

Faith in humanity: Believes in fundamental goodness but knows better than to trust first impressions

Zombie kill count: decent, more than 40; you won’t catch them having a field day tho, they’re trying to gtfo of most zed situations

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. And they aren’t, at all, immune to a revenge rampage either...

Survival rating: B-. Can handle themself both with humans and zeds but is vulnerable to hostage situations and truly difficult sentimental/interpersonal decisions!

- - -

Vivian/Vincent manages inventory and stock and they run it so efficiently it’s scary! They're the perfect pick: a hawk-eyed tyrant and tattletale 😂 Despite constantly butting heads with just about everyone on every imaginable thing, they quickly become an important part of the inner circle of decision-makers for the settlement at large. Terrible at stealth, jumpy, and squeamish at the sight of blood and gore, they literally never go on missions unless they're 100% needed for their expertise on a supply run. (They would deny all of these shortcomings are that big a problem, meanwhile R is definitely acting as their bodyguard lol.) When they do tag along, they're prone to becoming the damsel in distress. Seriously, it happens near every fucking time. It's like they just attract only the most improbable and perilous zombie attacks and hostage situations 😆

Zed weapon: shotgun

Human weapon: handgun

Faith in humanity: Medium; seeing people work together at the settlement helps restore it a bit

Zombie kill count: Double digits, under 25

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. Well, no, not by me! Get one of the ruffians to do it!

Survival rating: C-. They’d be higher if they weren’t such natural zombie bait.

- - -

Heidi is running the settlement, well-organized to the degree of actually managing to bring bureaucracy to a post-zombie apocalypse settlement 😂 People are free to come and go, but getting in if you don't live there requires trading something of value (fuel, med supplies, food, etc), temporary surrender and registry of firearms and explosives, and you gotta GTFO at the time and date specified upon entry! You can stay long-term if you contribute to the community in a tangible way—and each person admitted is approved by Heidi personally. Yes, every individual. No, she has no free time. And she is not known to be lenient with rule breakers—you want rule bending, you’ll have to go to Curt for that. People kind of hate her, but it can't be denied that she runs a tight ship. She kind of throws herself into the work to avoid the harsher reality at large and hasn't left the settlement in a long time. She's out of touch with how bad things have gotten in the wastes, but she knows better than to take reports at anything less than face value--even when she's skeptical.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: handgun; dagger

Faith in humanity: Medium. It fluctuates, honestly

Zombie kill count: Double digits, less than 20

Human kill policy: Violent threats must be taken out if they can’t be reasoned with. Spare those who surrender, eradicate those who don't, keep an eye on the newbies. Not tryin’ to nurse any vendettas around here lol

Survival rating: B. She's good with a firearm, masterful at persuasion, and savvy enough to calculate risks appropriately. Also far tougher than her prim exterior and demeanor suggests!

- - -

Curt leads the recruitment and reconnaissance teams! When a new person or group shows up in the area, Curt's the one who stalks watches them, decides if they're worth approaching, and if they should be approached with an invitation, a simple acknowledgment/announcement of their presence, or an outright armed warning to leave the area. He also keeps tabs on morale and general confidence inside the settlement, alongside R. When he isn’t leading those efforts, though, he’s flirting with settlers and squirreling his way out of manual labor and other chores. He’s also secretly growing weed at his place--don’t tell Heidi or Vi ‘cause they’ll wanna yell at him and ration it UGH.

Zed weapon: SMG, explosives

Human weapon: handgun, dagger

Faith in humanity: Pft, sorry, what now?

Zombie kill count: ...way more than you’d expect

Human kill policy: I don’t start confrontations, but I sure as fuck end them.

Survival rating: A! He’s good at playing hapless idiot when it suits him to be underestimated, good with firearms, and capable of being ruthless and decisive in life or death situations! Plus he has no qualms about ditching the settlement if he decides it’s not working out for him. Just don’t tell Heidi lol

[uwuwriting]

Nishinoya, Kenma and Tendou w/ lyric prank

Request: Hi um so since you are writing for Haikyu now could I maybe get Kenme, Tendou and NIshinoya with a cute lyric prank? Like super sweet songs. Thank you and you can ignore this I’m sorry.

Don’t be sorry sweet anon of course I’m gonna write it. I love writing for Haikyu and I like it when you guys request things for them. Since you didn’t specify which songs I used some of my favorites. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: Tendou’s is SUGGESTIVE.

songs: ‘Cuz I love you- Lizzo, Love- Keyshia Cole, Cyber sex- Doja Cat

NIshinoya Yuu

-I feel like Nishinoya is familiar with tik tok.

-And by familiar I mean addicted. 

-So he had seen those lyric pranks here and there but never really paid any mind to them. 

-You on the other hand found them so cute. 

-And of course you wanted to see how your boyfriend would react.

-You had two options.

- One, send a horny/sexy song in hopes this escalates to something else.

- Two, send a sweet/ lovey dovey song and get a cute response.

-You went for the second option because you were feeling extra cuddly and you knew that he would come over to shower you with affection the moment you send the first lyric.

-He’s just like that.

-Overly affectionate in general and would leave whatever he’s doing if you need him.

-You were already chatting with him, he was telling a stupid thing Tanaka did to Kiyoko when you suddenly sent the first lyric. 

- ‘ Never been in love before.                                                                                      What the fuck are fucking feelings yo?’

-He didn’t respond immediately so you took the opportunity to send another text. 

- ‘ Once upon a time, I was a ho .                                                                                I don't even wanna ho no mo'

- ‘Wait this sounds familiar....I KNOW THIS FROM SOMEWHERE!!!’

-You were kinda disappointed.

-You were hoping to keep him guessing for a little longer but you knew that when it came to you he was extra perceptive.

-He would sense when something was off in an instant. 

-That’s why you couldn’t keep something hidden from him for longer than a day, and I’m being generous. 

- ‘ Got you something from the liquor store.                                                        Little bit of Y/N and some Mo Tryna open up a little more Sorry if my heart a little slow’

- ‘Who said you are slow? IM GONNA FIGHT THEM I SWEAR!!!”

-You were cackling at this point, he was taking this very seriously. 

-Still you were amazed at how he hadn’t figured out the song yet.

-But since you are a little shit you continued. 

- ‘ I thought that I didn't care I thought I was love-impaired But baby, baby I don't know what I'm gonna do’

-I swear you could sense the moment the lyrics clicked in his mind through the screen. 

-Matching your energy he responded. 

- ‘IM CRYING!’

- ‘CUZ I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

-Both of you sent the last part at the same time followed by an array of heart memes and voice messages of you trying to hit the high notes. 

-He did come over after leaving you on read for 10 minutes. 

-You two cuddled and played the song on repeat for 3 hours straight. 

Kozume Kenma

-Sweet lil kitty.

-He loves you and you know it. 

-He doesn’t really like tik tok.

-He just can’t understand the hype behind it.

-So he is completely oblivious to this whole trend. 

-You two are hanging out in his room. 

-He was in the middle of a stream, commenting here and there on the game and answering a few questions. 

-You were laying on his bed scrolling through your instagram and blasting music through your earphones. 

-That’s when a love song came on and you wanted to dance and sing to it so badly but he was streaming....

-You wanted to share it with him because the lyrics reminded you of him and it was so cute. 

-Slightly pouting in your mini misery you remembered the lyric trend. 

-Even though the videos you had seen had been suggestive you weren’t really in the mood for that. 

-You just wanted to cuddle him. 

-Going into your chat you started to type the part you were listening to right now. 

- ‘  Now you're gone, what am I gonna do So empty ‘

-His phone vibrated and he spared a glance at it but didn’t see what the message was.

-You weren’t about to give up though.

- ‘ My heart, my soul can't go on ‘

-He ignored it again.

- ‘ Go on, baby, without you’

-He spared a glance at it again and you contemplated on stopping in fear he might get annoyed when he saw it was you. 

-But you knew he will only get flustered afterwards.

- ‘ My rainy days fade away when you come around please tell me baby’

-He grabs his phone as it vibrates and unlocks it.

-You can hear the chat going wild with messages when he smiles down at his screen, a rare occasion. 

-You send another message. 

- ‘ Why you go so far away Why you go ‘

-The blush that tinted his cheeks darkened as he turned to look at you. 

- “I’m not that far away....” he whispered.

-The chat was beyond confused on what was going on. 

-You sent the last lyric and that’s when he decided to end the live stream. 

-He apologized to his fans and turn the computer off.

-He pounced on you the moment the camera turned red and he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

-His phone lay open still in your chat, your last text facing the ceiling. 

- ‘ Love Never knew what I was missing But I knew once we start kissin' I found you.’

Tendou Satori

-It’s a race of who does the trend first.

-You are both addicted to tik tok.

-That’s one of the reasons you are together. 

-You are similar and like the same things. 

-So you both have seen the trend on multiple occasion and have sent each other videos. 

-In a way you were challenging the other to try it. 

-You knew that your boyfriend loved pampering you in kisses and love, and you were tempted to  send a love song something sweet. 

-But you also knew that he was a little freaky, always making comments and getting you worked up. 

-So you decided to be freaky yourself.

-He was at practice when you finally put your plan in motion.

-He would always answer your texts during his water brakes so it wouldn’t be long until he saw it. 

- ‘ And he don't even scroll through Insta 'Less he going through my pictures ‘

-Half an hour passed until he finally replied. 

- ‘You know me too well princess’

-  ‘You’re too irresistible I can’t help myself.’

-You bit your lip at the messages and you knew that it wouldn’t take long before the more ..... PG 18.

-Debating whether or not to continue and since you were a little shit, you send the next lyric. 

- ‘  I wanna touch on you You see me in my room’

-This time he didn’t hesitate to answer. 

- ‘Oh is my girl feelin’ needy?’

-Not yet at least. 

- ‘ Wish you were here right now All of the things I'd do ‘

-You assumed that his break should be over when you sent the text. 

-Just to tease him. 

-But to your surprise he messaged back rather quickly. 

- ‘Tsk tsk you just had to do this while I have practice didn’t you?’

- ‘I’ll have to punish you for that.....’

-Here we go!!!

-You knew that if you continued you would be in for it big time. 

-Even though you hadn’t been feeling particulary needy lately, messing with Tendou was always fun. 

-You were usually the one being teased but turning the tables every once in a while was healthy.

-Even though he wouldn’t become a blushing mess like you, you still liked getting this reaction from him. 

-Getting him worked up and impatient to get home was a bonus. 

-You knew sending the last lyric would be your downfall. 

-So you took a swan dive. 

- ‘I wanna get freaky on camera I love when we get freaky on camera’

TAG TEAM AY: @brattyquirks​ @the-arcana-fan-fic​ @angelwritings​

[damn-stark]

First meetings ~ Jesse Imagine

Jesse x Fem!reader

Request by anon “Ahhhh I know you're doing a mini series for Jesse, but would it be ok to request a stand alone?? one where their first meeting was when they shared a shift in overnight lookout and it's hard to stay quiet and focus on their task and they find out they're never assigned together for look out anymore lol thank you so much!! I love how you're cranking out a lot of requests and I really appreciate your hard work!! Hope you have a healthy and safe week!! Keep up the great work!!”

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You carefully hold the corner of the piece in between your fingers and flip it over to look for your name, doing a quick scan and finding nothing. You take a peak on the next page and let your eyes scan. At first there was nothing, but that was just your mistake for simply glancing and not really reading.

But when you finally find your name you groan. Not only because you’ve been assigned to overnight lookout on the wall, but because you were partnered with Jesse. Someone you hardly knew….great.

This was going to be a long night.

——

“You’re late.” A voice so kindly greets in the shadows of the makeshift patrol room.

“Hello to you too.” You greet with a feigned smile.

The light above basks Jesse's face as he finally pushes himself to his given height. A disapproving look clearly on his face.

“You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.”

You roll your eyes as you take a seat on the chair next to his. “So? It’s just ten minutes. No harm in being late.”

Jesse sighs and glares at you for a minute before deciding he wasn’t up for arguing with someone he hardly knew. Which given the awkward tension that now took place, you wish he would’ve kept arguing. Even if it was pointless.

At least then it wouldn’t be so quiet.

“I’m surprised you’re assigned to the wall lookout. You’re usually out patrolling in the day.” You say to try and break the silence.

Jesse shifts in his seat and puts the rifle down. “I think Maria is trying to teach me something by putting me here.”

An amused huff of air leaves your nose at his comment, nothing verbal shared after and letting the little room be surrounded in silence. Something that didn’t sit well with you. Or him. So quickly to break the tension you moved to pull out a stereo you had hidden. Making Jesse's eyes watch your every movement out of curiosity.

“What are you doing?” He wondered.

“Putting music on...obviously.” You retort as you set the music on a low volume.

“We’re not really allowed to do that.”

You scoff and put the music louder, pulling out a deck of cards from your jacket pocket and throwing it on the small table in front of you.

“I don’t think—”

“Ehh. No.” You quickly cut him off. “It’s too quiet here. It’s messing with my head. Plus I’ve heard nothing but great things about you, so to spare me from the awkward silence you have to show me your fun side.”

Jesse hesitates for a moment, his eyes shifting to you and the view outside, a small smirk on his face as he gives in.

——

“Ha! Winner!” You chuckle as you throw your cards on the table.

“No, you were cheating!” Jesse remarks loudly.

You shrug and smirk, “no impossible. I don’t cheat.”

“Another round then. To prove you’re not a cheater. I win, I come do this task again. I lose then I don’t .”

You groan and shoot him a narrowed gaze. Choosing to give in regardless. “Fine, deal.”

The game didn’t last long as your winning streak finally broke. Making said man across from you grin proudly.

“Guess you’re seeing more of me.” He announced proudly. “And I guess you’re not as good as you say you are.”

That was only because you let him win.

“Another round!” You demand loudly.

Jesse shakes his head, his smile never faltering. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Come on.”

Jesse shrugs, “don’t be a sore loser.”

You scoff and try to hide your smile. “What?! I am not!”

“You are!” Jesse chuckles, a mischievous grin on his lips, “unless you don’t want me to come back again.”

You try and think of a remark, but all that comes out is a scoff, feeling an instant heat on your cheeks at your sudden shyness. And before you could give him an answer Maria suddenly enters the room. Making both yours and Jesse's smile fall.

“Jesse. Y/N.”

You both immediately stand up and nervously glance at each other as you await for her to talk. Knowing that her narrowed glare meant nothing good was going to come out of her surprising visit.

“You guys are supposed to be on lookout not playing games and listening to music.” She complains, her eyes shifting between Jesse and you. “You both know better. What if an armed group, or a swarm of infected appeared, neither of you would be aware because you’re both loud and distracted.”

You swallow thickly and let your eyes fall on the floor, not daring to meet Maria’s glare. Only feeling it, and hoping that Jesse wasn’t going to get in trouble for something that was your fault.

“I’m sorry Maria. It won’t happen again.” Jesse spoke for the both of you.

Maria exhaled deeply and gave both Jesse and you one last glare before walking out and leaving you two to do your job.

It was quiet at first, neither Jesse or you daring to speak up first, or at least not until Maria made some distance from the room. And when you made sure she was long gone you turned to Jesse and couldn’t help but fall in a fit of laughter.

“I told you.” He grinned as he sat back down.

“We were not that loud.” You scoffed.

While you looked at the view ahead, Jesse couldn’t help steal another glance, a smile playing on his lips before he had to look away.

“Either way, I had fun. She isn’t going to stop me from that.” You muse.

Jesse nodded in agreement and followed your line of sight, “I had fun too.”

——

The day after the patrol you found yourself now exceedingly heading towards the schedules, a hopeful smile on your lips and a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach.

A feeling that dropped when you saw you were appointed to the same spot, but with someone else.

Shit.

“What are you scheduled to do?” Jesse asked behind you, causing you to jump slightly at his unexpected presence.

“Nothing with you.” You turn and face him with an amused smile, “sadly.”

“I don’t think Maria is going to partner us together ever again.” Jesse chuckled. “Not with how we were last night.”

“Damn shame.” You smirk, “I had fun.”

“How about later today before your shift, we have a rematch?”

“Sounds like a date.” You grin.

.

.

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Tagged: @expecto-nox​

[passionate-hedgehog]

Impasse

Impasse is a 3-part series revolving around Reader entering society in Regency-Era London. Completely inspired by me binging the entirety of Bridgerton in less than 24 hours, Impasse will end with either Duke Damien Haas x Reader, or Courtney Miller x Reader.

♥Part 1♥

Pairings: Eventual Damien Haas x Reader, Eventual Courtney Miller x Reader

Warnings: None, lovelies

Word Count: 1433

A/N: I got an anon req for a Courtney Miller x Reader fluff, but then this happened...and it’s bigger than it was meant to be...I’m well aware that I’m tagging names that aren’t in this installment of Impasse. But just wait! They’ll be in the next two parts. This will be a 3 part series only. It will not be updated every day. But my prompt notebook series will be a “filler”. If you’ve watched Bridgerton, then can we be friends and discuss the ending?????? OMG. Enjoy♥

The town square was a-flood with decorations for upcoming festivities. The tall posts of oil lamps were strung with vines covered in roses. Streets and walkways were swept clean regularly in hopes that those with higher society ranks would make their way through and be impressed. Building fronts were wiped, banisters were polished, windows were crystal clear. Excitement was buzzing all around for the beginning of The Season.

The House of Topp was alight with anticipation. The youngest of the twins, Y/n, had been prepping to come out to society. She was beyond that of the average age for girls to enter the court. Most of the time, this would bring a disadvantage to the families, joining society so late. To Y/n, however, this would only make her more assured.

 Viscountess Topp had long-since passed, moments after delivering her youngest children; Shayne and Y/n. They lived with their father and also their eldest brother, Ian. Once Ian grew to be a man respectable in age and career, Viscount Topp left the household for business quite some years later. He never returned, but often wrote to recount his family on all of the happenings amongst himself and his work. Rumors flew, as they often do in society, that the Viscount found a new love, maybe even sired more children. Of course, the household of Topp denied all and every rumor. 

       Many in society had been waiting to see what had become of The Honorable Y/n Topp.

----

The young housemaid fretfully knocked on the bedroom door in an attempt to wake the sleeping woman on the other side. “Miss Y/n! You must get up and begin the preparations for today’s event! Miss Y/n? Please! You know how much work has to be put in for you to be presented in front of Queen Charlotte. Miss Y/n?”

“Step aside, Caroline. You’ll never get her to respond with such a mollified tone.” The head housekeeper turned from the young woman to the white oak door separating the two servants from the slumbering girl. “Miss Y/n! You must wake up this instant! I will NOT sit by and let you squander your chances to withhold your family’s honor and pride. You have until the next ringing of the church bell before you’re bottom is sitting down in the day room for your morning tea. Do I make myself clear?”

The housekeeper walked away leaving Caroline in wait for her charge. But soon enough, Y/n emerged from her quarters. The two looked at each other and giggled.

“One of these days she’s going to rip the door off of the wall,” Y/n said as she raked her fingers through her hair while the two women made their way to the day room. 

“I can’t imagine how any of your future children will behave, with a mother that likes to test the patience of the help.” Caroline tittered.

“Caroline…” Y/n looked at her with a mark of disdain.

“My apologies, Miss Y/n. I know your stance on having a baby. I just can’t help it sometimes. I’ve known you since we were in leading-strings.”

This caused Y/n to smile ever so softly. “Back when it was the three of us against the world.”

“I know you miss her, M’lady. I do, too. But our friend is doing what she loves. Surrounded by what she loves. That is what’s important to the story.” Caroline laid a gentle hand on her arm.

“When did you get so wise, my dearest friend?”

The cocked eyebrow should have been enough of an answer. “You have never worked for someone like you.”

After entering the day room, Y/n approached her family, giving them kisses on the tops of their heads. “Good morning, Big Brother. I hope you slept well.”

Ian put down the articles he had been reading to make eye contact with his sister. “Are we talking quantity or quality?”

“Hmm, I suppose that question means you did not. Please don’t work yourself into an early grave. Shayne will let this home fall to rubble.” Y/n took a seat next to her twin, setting into her fruit platter and tea.

“Pardon me, dear sister? What makes you think you could fair any better?” Shayne turned to his sister, flicking her elbow.

“Oh, I’m sure it would be just as disastrous. That is why our brother needs to retire at a decent time tonight. We know he’s not off gallivanting about trying to raise a raucous, nor does he acquire the skill of stealth. We know he’s not leaving after the sun leaves. He’s working. He’s working for us and our home. But sometimes he works too much.” Y/n stood up from where she was sitting. “I’m off to become presentable for her majesty. Ian, dearest brother, please take better care of yourself. At least for this night. You deserve it.”

---

It is tradition, that when a young woman presenting to the queen, that they are to be accompanied by their mother, or governess. While Y/n had neither of those, she was not shy about her intentions. She walked down the carpet with a smile befitting a crown of daisies and baby’s breath. She kept her head up to the onlookers, but her eyes down, to the feet of the queen.

Her majesty had sounded rather curious but ultimately pleased with what was before her. She gave her pleasant regards to the curtseying young woman and waved her away, waiting for the next one.

Y/n and her handmaid stood to the side of the room, patiently waiting along with the others to be sent out. Her job for the day was done. The next morning would bring her callers, potential matches for marriage. While the act was what she knew she was getting into, it was one she most detested. Y/n watched her eldest brother work to the bone for most of his life. Ian would have to find and wed someone capable of being with him as he carried on the family name. Her twin, Shayne, didn’t have such responsibilities. He was free to join military ranks, or travel, or receive the highest education. He had spoken on the latter quite often, but Y/n guessed that he was too worried to leave his only family behind. But Y/n? Her duties were as they always were and would be for the firstborn daughters; to enter society and be wed to someone with financial status. She would carry on the name of her husband and raise children for him. It was a fate that she often fought with herself over. How could she be a mother when she didn’t have one next to her in her whole life? How could she be a decent parent when her own father left his family behind to do God knows what in God knows where?

Arriving back at the manor, Y/n and Caroline made their ways back to the drawing-room, to share discourse with her twin. She had wanted to share her experience of presenting to the queen with Shayne, maybe share a joke about the others. She wasn’t expecting, however, to meet more than her twin standing at the tea table. 

“Lord Haas?” Caroline raised her eyebrows as her charge choked on her words.

“Miss Y/n. How lovely to see you again!” The Duke walked up to Y/n, bowing in front of her. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

The two young women shared a quick look before they both turned their attention back to the men standing before them. “I...thank you, Lord Haas. I had to put on everything to meet the queen today. I’m honored that you think so highly of my efforts and the efforts of my maids. I’m surprised to see you here, however. Your duties as a duke have left you some spare time?”

“As a matter of fact, I came here today to speak with Ian. I have a...question...I’d like to present to him. Is he around?” The Duke held his hands behind his back while peering around the room.

Shayne spoke up. “He had to run a quick business errand. He should be back before nightfall. Would you care to stay until then? We can catch up.”

“Thank you, dear friend, that sounds perfect.” The man turned to Y/n and gave a nod. “I look forward to seeing you during my stay here in town. I believe it will be even brighter, now.”

[navalcriminalimagines]

Running/leave home to be with gibbs

my sweet anon, that may not be what you were expected...but I really hope you’ll love it anyway! 

When you got married, you didn’t imagine that years after, you would find yourself stuck in a fail marriage. You don’t really know when exactly it started to go south but it did. It wasn’t working, you were not happy and your feelings for your husband slowly disappeared.

But it wasn’t the same for him. He doesn’t want to give up on the marriage, or on you. At first, you asked for a break and left the house to leave in a motel for a few weeks. But the guilt made you come back. Your husband was miserable and you felt bad. You gave it another chance, but it only made things worse. He started to act possessive with you, spying everything you do, going through your phone, making scenes. One night, your husband got drunk and almost hit you. His fist hit the wall instead, right next to your head. He apologized immediately but it was too late. You left the house, crying, scared and lost.

That night, you spent hours at the Dinner. You didn’t know where to go, what to do. That’s when he entered the place, looking for something he lost where you were sitting. You spent the rest of the night talking with that stranger. It was a friendly conversation, it didn’t take him much time to notice your wedding ring. But before he left, he gave you his card. Special Agent, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. 

Still, you came back home. Your husband apologized so many times, he tried to make himself forgiven. You tried to talk sense to him, that the marriage was over, that you didn’t have any feelings for him anymore, that it isn’t working. But he still disagreed. And he promised to make your life a living hell if you decided to leave him for good. You saw something in his eyes, you never saw before. He was more than serious and it scared the shit out of you. 

You don’t really know why, but you didn’t leave. The fear of him, the fear of loneliness, the guilt. Your family live in Australia, your friends are more coworkers than actual friends. That’s when it hit you; all those years, your life was only about your husband. Could you start it all over? You were afraid to stay, but you were also afraid to leave.

The only nice thing in your life at this very moment was those nights you would sneak out of the house, after your husband passed out from the alcohol, and meet Jethro at the dinner. It was not a big deal, but that man made you feel better, even if it was just a couple of hours. You didn’t tell him the whole truth about your marriage, only that your husband and you were on a break. Still, it stayed friendly conversations. Maybe a little of flirt, here and there, but nothing more.

Until one night, when your husband tried to have sex with you. You didn’t want to, but he used his force to keep your body steady. Before he could force himself inside of you, you manage to hit his crotch. You never thought something like this would happen to you. Your husband used to be sweet and loving. The pain made him loosen his grip on you and run away from him. 

You didn’t know what to do. You felt guilty. Was it all your fault? Why did your feelings for your husband faded? Is it your fault he became that man? Obviously. He wasn’t like that, until you asked for a break. Now you were stuck. No where to go, no one to talk to. What could your parents do from the other side of the world? Nothing. You had a job, and couldn’t leave the town. You couldn’t show up at a friend’s house in the middle of the night, while their kids are sleeping. 

You went to the Dinner again. And it took you a second to spot Jethro’s silver hair. You let a sigh of relief and he invited you to join him, as soon as he saw you. It didn’t take him long to see that something was really wrong. He already had that feeling whenever you would meet, but you were nothing more than “dinner buddies” to each other. But that night, he asked. You cried and told him everything, the whole truth.

It brought the first physical contact between you two. As you were crying and shaking, Jethro moved from his seat to be right next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and let you cry in his chest. “You are not going back there, Y/N,” he said, kissing your hair. “I have a spare room, and it’s yours until you get back on your feet, okay?” You nodded. “And don’t worry, I know how to scare people,” 

Once you were calmer, Jethro took you home. His home. He showed you around, showed you your new room. You looked around and saw kids stuff and a picture. A little girl. She looked a lot like Jethro. “That’s my daughter, Kelly,” he said, surprising you. 

“She’s beautiful. Is she in college now?” you asked and his face closed. He sat on the edge of the bed. 

“She should have been,” His look spoke more than his words. 

“I’m so sorry, Jethro,” you sat next to him and put your head on his shoulder. What are you supposed to say in that kind of situation? Nothing, probably. So you just put your arms around his neck, softly kissed his cheek and hugged him. That hug felt so good for the both of you. Jethro made the two of you fell backwards on the bed and that’s how you fell asleep. 

Too much for a good night sleep, your phone rang around 6am. Your husband, of course. “Do you want me to answer?” Jethro growled. 

You didn’t answer. And rang again. And again. In the end, there was almost 10 missed calls. “Time to go for a ride,” Jethro stood up, looking like he was ready to fight at 6am on a Saturday. 

“Why do you need this?” you asked him, as he put his gun on his belt. 

“I’m scarier with my gun,” 

“Jethro, I don’t--” you stopped when you felt his hands on his face and his body so close to yours. 

“I do want to shot him, but I won’t touch him, Y/N, because I know that’s not how you want things to go,” he said. “The goal is to get you free of him,” you nodded and he softly kissed your forehead. 

Jethro held your hand for the entire ride, and stood right behind you as you entered the house you share with your husband. He was waiting for you, but he didn’t expect you to be with someone. “Who the hell is that?” he barked at you but looked at Jethro. 

“Bodyguard,” Jethro answered. “Y/N is going to take her things, leave this house - and you - and there’s nothing you’ll say or do about it,” 

“Fuck you. She’s not going anywhere!” Your husband yelled, “You bitch, I knew you had someone else!” he tried to grab your arms but Jethro was faster and stood right in front of you in a second. He gave your husband an arm lock. 

“Listen to me, last night was the last time you put your hands on her. Cause if you do it again, I’ll--” he held the arm tighter and your husband grimaced from the pain, “break your fucking arm, among other things. Got it?” 

Your husband agreed from fear. You went around the house and only took what was important to you. It didn’t care about the rest, you wanted to leave this house, this man and never come back. “How long have you been fucking this old man?” you heard your husband say. 

“At least, he doesn’t force me. I do it because I want to,” For a split second, your husband about what Jethro told him and he tried to run to you, driven by anger and jealousy. But Jethro stopped him in his track.

“Apparently, I wasn’t clear enough,” he held him against the wall, “In my back, I have a gun and as a former sniper, I never miss a shot. No matter where it stands,” 

Before leaving, you put your wedding on the table, “You’ll receive the divorce papers anytime soon, I’m counting on you to sign them without a word,” you said. Was Jethro giving this confidence?

* * *

“How can I thank you, J?” you asked. 

“Be happy. Enjoy your life with or without you someone,” he smiled.

“I have you,” you mimicked his smile and softly brought your lips to his.

TAGS : @kittenlittle24 @diaryofafan17 @littlemiss3ma @sleepylunarwolf @crying-river

[jemej3m]

Dare You

anon asked:

If your still doing prompts... What about if Neil and Andrew are friends and Neil figures out that he likes Andrew and asks his friends how to woo him and then Andrew has to deal with Neil's terrible attempts at wooing. But everything neils doing is the same thing that Andrews been doing but in his own way? Idk, the idea just won't leave me alone and I'd love to see how amazing you could write it. Love your writing besides, it always makes my day :)

also on ao3!!

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Neil and Andrew had been friends for 5 years when they have their first kiss. 

The context? Neil’s small-town friends had all found themselves at the same university. Obviously, they banded together. Obviously, there were parties. Neil’s not a party person himself, but he loved his eclectic family and wanted spend time with them whenever he could. He’d moved to Palmetto when he was 13 with his mother, and as the youngest of the group, watched as the rest of them moved on from middle school to high school, and then from high school to college. 

But now they were all back together again. 

Thus developed his (mild) enjoyment of Allison or Nicky’s chaotic fiascos, which were technically parties, just lacking any rhyme or reason. 

Andrew wasn’t a party person either: in high school, he, Neil and Renee would have movie nights instead, waiting for the rest of them to stumble home in drunken stupors. 

He still tagged along to these gatherings, though. Maybe because Neil and Renee were now commonly in attendance. Neil didn’t think that Andrew would come just for Neil, but he hadn’t worked out why Andrew had become so inclined to participate. Maybe because Aaron was there, and they were trying to patch things up with one another. Their mother’s accident had really put a rift between them. 

“Are you playing?” Allison demanded. “Neil, you’re playing. Renee’s managed to convince Andrew to play, so you’re playing.” 

“Fine,” Neil mused, mostly to appease the inebriated monster that Allison was. No attention was paid to him in these drinking games, mostly because he didn’t drink, but also because he didn’t do anything too unreserved. 

“Great!” she cheered, slinging an arm around his shoulder and brought him to the circle. He automatically took his seat next to Andrew, and felt his friend lean closer. 

Friend was a loose term. Neil and Andrew were almost attached at the hip: When Neil’s mom had died two years ago, Andrew snatched him away and got a spare mattress in his bedroom till Neil had enough money to afford rent somewhere. Andrew was the only one who knew every horrific detail of Neil’s violent childhood, and the only one who’d seen the scars left by his dead-beat dad. Neil was the only one who knew everything about Andrew, too. 

“Spin the bottle, Allison?” Dan leered as the girl put an empty beer bottle in the centre of the circle. Everyone was there. “We’ve got family members here!” Aaron mimed a retching action as Nicky laughed, clapping loudly. 

“It’s just to pick who has to do truth or dare,” Allison retorted, waving the bottle in Dan’s face. “You wanna go first, huh? I’ll pick out your dare for you, Wilds. A personal attribute!”

“No way,” Dan laughed, leaning back into Matt’s shoulder. The guy was half asleep: alcohol did that to him, sometimes.

“Fine, I’ll spin it,” Allison huffed. With a little too much vigour, she flicked the neck of the bottle, sending it spinning wildly. 

And of course, it had to land on Neil. 

“First of the night!” Nicky crowed. 

“Neil’s just going to pick truth,” Allison complained. “And make us all sad.”

Neil grinned at her. “Not my fault you grew up in a guilded bubble.” 

“Shut the fuck up. Choose!”

Neil hummed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Don’t do something stupid,” Andrew warned under his breath. 

“Dare,” Neil said. 

“Here we go,” his best friend sighed. 

“Fuck yeah,” Allison grinned. “What should we make you do, hm? We all know you can and will eat anything without even flinching, no clothes-off, no alcohol...” 

“Maybe he should go try and steal something,” Kevin slurred. “He’s good at it. Fuckin’ hot-wired a car once, for the hell of it.” 

“Fuck off, Kevin,” Neil managed, ignoring the incredulous looks that the others were giving him. 

“When the hell did you manage that?” Dan demanded. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” 

“He should kiss Andrew,” Matt mumbled, burrowing his face into the crook of Dan’s shoulder. No one heard him. 

“We should see if he can jump from the dorm roof!” 

“No,” Andrew said. 

“He should shotgun three Caprisuns,”

“Too easy!”

“Fine, five!” 

“He should kiss Andrew,” Matt repeated, sitting up and blinking the sleepiness away. 

The circle grew quiet. 

“Yeah,” Allison breathed, grinning wildly. She looked to Neil. “You’ve gotta kiss Andrew.” 

Neil glanced at Andrew, whose gaze was hooded as he glared at the been in his hand. 

“I’m not doing that if Andrew doesn’t want to,” Neil said. 

Andrew shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“See?” Allison said, gesturing wildly. “Pucker up, Josten.” 

“Well, this isn’t how I expected this to go,” Neil muttered. Andrew looked up at him, something making his eyes sparkle. “Tonight, I mean.” 

“Right,” Andrew said. “Well? Hurry up.”

Neil hadn’t kissed many people before. Andrew knew that all too well: he’d heard about all three of Neil’s dating disasters in meandering rants about expectations and Neil’s lack of interest in - well, anyone, really. 

He was overthinking this. It was just a kiss. 

“And no measly pecks, either!” Dan insisted.

Andrew didn’t care. It was just a kiss.

Neil felt all stiff and awkward, because he had no idea what he was doing, but it was fine, because Andrew was tilting his head and lifting up his hand to press his fingertips to Neil’s cheek, tilting up his chin a bit. Neil let him. 

When Andrew drew back, all Neil could think was that his lips were so soft. So soft. Everything about the kiss had been feather light, which wasn’t like Andrew at all. 

Neil learned new things about Andrew every day. 

“Happy?” Andrew said, facing the circle once more. Allison was cheering as Nicky and Aaron gave each other all-knowing side eye: Dan was clapping, and Matt was looking right at Neil with his head tilted to the side. “Now: go pick on someone else.” 

“Someone your own size, might you say?” Nicky teased. Andrew flipped him off. 

It had been a nice kiss, Neil thought. He didn’t know Andrew could kiss like that. 

“You with us, Neil?” 

Neil glanced up and found everyone looking at him. “Yeah? Why?” He frowned. “Did it land on me again?” Did he have to kiss Andrew again? He didn’t want to: not in front of everyone, at least. 

Wait, what?

“You’ve been spared for now,” Allison grinned. Neil flipped her off. 

And that was Andrew and Neil’s first kiss. 

*

Neil burst into Matt and Kevin’s dorm room - obviously, he and Andrew shared one, and Aaron was in the fancy dormitory for academic scholarship students - in a small frenzy. 

“Hey,” he told Kevin, who was sitting on his bed minding his own business. “Fuck off.” 

Kevin glared at him. “You realise this is my room?”

Matt took off his headphones, looking over his shoulder from the tiny desk he’d crammed in at the end of his bed. It was comedically small in comparison with his gargantuan frame. 

“Please?” Neil begged. “I need to talk to Matt.” 

“Why can’t I hear it?” Kevin demanded. “I’ve literally known you longer than anyone else. We used to watch each other shit in toddler potties, Neil.” 

That was true. Still, Neil needed Matt, his not-childhood friend. 

“Dude,” Matt said. “Neil and I are bros. Somethings are just bro to bro. You talk to Andrew about shit you don’t talk to Neil about, yeah? Y’all are like brothers. That’s different from being bros.”

“None of that made sense,” Kevin muttered, packing up his shit. He glared at Neil. “I’ll be in the common room. You’re making up for this by editing my thesis.” 

“Looking forward to it,” Neil said dryly, ushering Kevin out the door and leaning against it, feeling a little breathless. 

Matt jumped onto his bed, patting the spot next to him. “Come hither, child.” 

“I hate it when you say that,” Neil complained, dutifully crossing the tiny room and curling up into a ball on the mattress next to him. Matt patted him on the shoulder gently, though it still managed to send shocks right to his fingers and toes. Matt was just a big guy. 

“What’s this all about?” Matt pushed, when Neil stayed in a curled ball. 

Neil’s head flopped back, thudding against the wall. He swallowed, staring at the ceiling. 

“I like Andrew.” 

“Well, that’s good news,” Matt laughed. 

“No, Matt.” Neil glared towards the window. “I think I’m in love with Andrew.” 

“Yes,” Matt said earnestly. “I know.” 

Neil’s neck nearly snapped what with how fast he looked at Matt. “What?”

His friend snorted. “Dude, you’ve always been infatuated with him. We’re best friends, Neil. You and Kevin are best friends. Do you really want to go cuddling up with either of us, like you do with Andrew? Do you spend hours with either of us at a time, just talking? Do you dream about us? Have you told us everything about you?”

“How do you know I’ve done those things with Andrew?” Neil accused, even though he was completely right. 

Matt shrugged. “That’s how I am with Dan.” 

“We’ve cuddled,” Neil said weakly. 

Matt slung his arm around Neil’s narrow shoulders. It was like wearing a blanket. “Hell yes, we have. But that’s not what I mean.” 

“We don’t do that.” 

“Head out of the gutter, bucko. Remember that photo Allison managed of the two of you? Asleep on the couch? You were literally asleep on Andrew’s chest: one of his legs was hooked over your hip. That’s some serious canoodling, bro.” 

“You’ve analysed us that intensely,” Neil said flatly. 

Matt snorted. “It’s kinda hard not to. You’re both all over each other. I’d say it’s sweet if it wasn’t, well, you and Andrew.”

“So if you knew I liked him,” Neil complained. “Why’d you dare me to kiss him? Now I’m aware of it, and I hate it!”

“That was kinda the point,” Matt admitted. “Why the hell do you hate it? Love is a good thing!” 

“Need I remind you of my parents?” 

Matt shoved him gently. “Don’t start pulling the parent card. Neil, you’ve loved Andrew for years. And - well, I can’t really read him, no one can - I think he likes you back.” 

“He does not,” Neil insisted. 

“He does!” Matt sung. “You know what you have to do now, Josten?”

“No,” Neil said, sullen. 

“You’ve gotta woo him.” 

“Here we go,” Neil mumbled. 

Matt winked. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Andrew will be head over heels for you in no time.”

*

“So,” Neil said, sitting on his bed. Andrew was reading a book, his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He only wore them in their room, even though everyone knew Aaron had reading glasses and thus Andrew would have to wear them too. He had his armbands off and a pair of knitted socks on. Neil had become so keenly aware over everything that constituted of Andrew recently: it was driving him up the wall.  

Andrew looked at Neil from over his book. “What?” 

Neil shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you want to go somewhere?” 

Andrew glanced at his watch. “Now?” 

Neil shrugged again. 

“What’s this about?” Andrew asked, sitting up.

“Nothing!” Neil stressed. “Just thought it might be good to - get out?” 

“It’s a Tuesday evening,” Andrew said flatly.

Neil deflated. “We don’t have to go.” 

Andrew sighed. “Fine.” Neil perked up. “Where did you want to go?” 

Neil hadn’t thought that far ahead. “David’s?” 

“David’s,” Andrew repeated. “Neil, you don’t like diner food.” 

“Well, now I do!” He really needed to stop the hiccups in his voice. Stuffing his feet into his shoes, he yanked on his coat and shoved his keys and phone into his pocket. 

“Now I’m even more suspicious,” Andrew said, watching Neil’s erratic behaviour with mild amusement. “You’ve never willingly taken that phone with you unless I forcefully reminded you too.” 

He needed it to text Matt. “We all learn and grow,” he said breezily, escaping out the door. “Hurry up, I want coffee!” 

“It’s nearly fucking midnight,” Andrew growled. 

He skipped ahead till he arrived at the dorm’s parking lot: Andrew’s was in the corner, where it couldn’t be scratched. After his mother’s death he’d used his portion of her life insurance to buy the thing, but it hadn’t got him more than a heap of junk. He’d spent a whole summer fixing it up: Neil had watched him from the corner of his garage, a little mesmerised. 

Fuck, he liked Andrew so much. He could hardly contain it within himself. 

He switched the radio to Andrew’s favourite channel as they drove to David’s, an old diner on the corner of campus. It was run by a grouchy old man by the name of David Wymack, hence the name. He served the only pancakes Andrew would speak well of, and sometimes Neil could withstand the fruit smoothies. 

Andrew glanced over at Neil at the music choice - Neil almost always usually bickered with him about playing heavy rock when it got past 9 o’clock - but said nothing, continuing to drive. 

There was almost no one in David’s when they arrived, even though he usually shut at one. Neil was relieved for that: he didn’t feel like anyone watching him as he failed miserably at wooing Andrew Minyard.

Andrew got his pancakes and Neil decided to try the blueberry smoothie, sans ice cream. 

“What is wrong with you,” Andrew muttered. 

It clearly wasn’t going well. Neil grimaced and shrugged. “Dunno.” 

Andrew squinted at him. “Are you upset?”

“What? No!”

“Can you bozos stop wasting my time?” Wymack huffed. 

“Fuck you too, old man,” Andrew said. Wymack flipped him off and proceeded to put an extra scoop of ice-cream onto Andrew’s plate. Their relationship was baffling, especially after Andrew worked the summer here with Renee. 

They sat at a corner table, a little ceramic jug with plucked daisies plonked in the centre of the red-and-white chequered table cloth. 

“You seem jittery,” Andrew said. 

“I’m fine,” Neil managed. Andrew reached out with his hand under the table to stop Neil’s leg from bouncing. The heat from his palm was addictive. Neil made a strange squawking noise, and Andrew immediately withdrew his hand. 

“You’re fine,” Andrew repeated. 

“Yup,” Neil insisted. Andrew’s pancakes arrived, so Neil tried to distract himself from the ruffled blonde hair and pale eyelashes and the freckles on his nose, sipping at the smoothie. Neil didn’t know what to do with that information. It was quite unnerving. 

They were done by half-past-twelve, when Andrew decided to get up and leave without warning. Neil - in a moment’s panic - took one of the daisies from the jug and hopped up after him. 

Andrew was leaning against his car door, lighting up two cigarettes. Moonlight shone down, curling in his hair and curving across his jaw. Neil found himself a little star struck. 

Andrew offered up the second cigarette and Neil took it from between his fingers with his lips, like he usually did. This time all he could notice was how close it put them, and the shape of Andrew’s lips. Now Neil knew what they felt like, too. 

This is ridiculous, Neil thought. 

“Why are you holding a flower?” Andrew asked. 

Neil looked down to where the daisy rested in his palm. He brought it up and tucked it behind Andrew’s ear. The tips of Andrew’s ears went very pink: he had to be warm in that large sweater of his. 

“Don’t know,” Neil answered truthfully, looking at where the daisy drooped down over the shell of Andrew’s ear. 

“Okay,” Andrew managed, though his voice was a bit strained. What if he was allergic to daisies? No, that was ridiculous. Neil would know if he was allergic to daisies. 

They finished their cigarettes in the quiet. Everything was so muddled. Neil just wanted it to go back to normal. And yet: he wanted to kiss Andrew. 

Fucking hell, he thought. 

*

“Back to the drawing board,” Neil announced, bursting into Matt’s dorm room again. Kevin wasn’t there, thankfully. 

Matt arched his brow. “Huh?”

“Date and flowers didn’t work. What the hell do I do?”

His friend hummed. “What about gifts? Is there something you could give him that’s romantic?” 

“He likes chocolate?” Neil hedged.

“Could work,” Matt acknowledged. “Or, you know, we could make him jealous.”

“Absolutely not,” Neil grimaced. 

“Just a thought.” 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Neil groaned, sinking into a puddle on the floor. 

The door opened as Kevin stepped through. He didn’t even pause, stepping right over where Neil had melted onto the floor. 

“Don’t mind him,” Matt acknowledged. 

Neil made an exasperated noise. 

“Have you always been so dramatic?” Kevin acknowledged. 

“Maybe you could recite a monologue to him,” Matt suggested. 

Kevin frowned. “Who?” 

Before Neil could shush him, Matt sung out “Andrew!” with a cheerful smile. 

Kevin signed. “Fucking finally. Everyone’s been waiting years for the two of you to sort yourselves out.” 

“What?” Neil sat up. “Are you serious?” 

Kevin shrugged. “It’s pretty obvious.” 

“For fuck’s sake,” Neil groused. 

“He’s trying to woo Andrew into liking him back,” Matt informed Kevin. 

Kevin frowned. “Why don’t you just tell him that you like him?”

“Because that’s mortifying?” 

“You’re such a horribly adjusted human being,” Kevin muttered. 

“He’s kinda right,” Matt acknowledged. “I just kept asking Dan on dates till she accepted.”

“No,” Neil hoisted himself to his feet. “I’ll figure it out. It won’t have to come to that.” He glared at both of them. “Thanks for nothing. Neither of you know anything about relationships.” 

“We are both in committed, loving, long-term partnerships,” Kevin pointed out. 

“Love you too!” Matt called as Neil stomped out.

*

Neil eventually developed a checklist. 

Spontaneous midnight date? Nope. Flowers? Definitely a no. Making him a mixtape? Not the right decade. 

Accompanying him places definitely didn’t work: Neil was late to all his classes for a week. Cooking for two also didn’t work, seeing as the only thing Neil could cook was 2 Minute Noodles. 

Chocolates was a moderate success, but it probably didn’t help the wooing cause. It didn’t help that they roomed together: Neil didn’t get much time to scheme, because neither of them were social butterflies, and their dorm room was their safe space. 

The only thing he thought could’ve been counted a success was when they decided to rewatch the last two Harry Potter movies together: Andrew yanked Neil over to his bed and they nestled into the corner to watch the films from Andrew’s laptop. Neil was so consumed by the thought kiss him kiss him kiss him that he barely registered either of the films. 

One month passed since Neil’s epiphany, then one and a half: It even got too the point that Neil jostled Andrew’s shoulder at another of Allison’s ‘parties’ and said “Remember the last time she made us participate?” to which Neil only received an odd look and stale silence.

He also tried to rig one of Allison’s silly games, giving Andrew a piece of paper that asked do you like someone? Andrew set the thing on fire with his lighter, and the dormitory nearly had to be evacuated.

Neil was beginning to lose hope. 

“You upset, Neil?” Renee asked, dropping into the chair next to him. He was studying in the library, one of the few places he knew Andrew wouldn’t follow. 

“Hi, Renee,” Neil said, sullen. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She twisted herself around to face him. “What’s up?”

“Can’t talk to you about it,” Neil mumbled, resting his head on his folded arms and glaring at the table. 

“You know,” Renee said, slightly amused. “I overheard something about someone being interested in Andrew recently.”

Neil sat up. “You did? Who?” He’d fight them. Not that he was possessive, or jealous. 

Renee laughed. “You, silly.” 

Neil deflated. “Does everyone know? I feel like I was the last one to figure it out.”

Renee patted his shoulder gently. “Almost the last one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Andrew doesn’t know.”

“Good,” Neil huffed out. “That’d be embarrassing.”

Renee shook her head. 

“He’s never going to like me back,” Neil mumbled. “I’ve been trying so hard, but he won’t notice.”

“He did mention you were acting odd, recently,” Renee acknowledged. 

Neil huffed. “Yeah, well. There’s no point in keeping it up, is there? Not if nothing will happen.”

“You know,” she said. “I always found clarity in honesty.” With that, she winked and slid off her stool. “See you around, Neil.”

“Yeah,” Neil muttered. “See you.”

*

Neil dressed quickly in the shower stall and hooked his towel over his shoulder, carrying his small caddy back to his room. He was wearing old pyjamas: fire-engine truck flannels with one of Matt’s oversized (or normal sized, for him) hoodies that went all the way to his fingertips. He shook out his wet hair as he traversed from the bathroom back to his dorm room and shouldered his way in, the door unlocked. That meant Andrew was back. 

And back, Andrew was: facing the wall, he was tugging off a turtleneck sweater and yanking on a t-shirt that Neil recognised as his: he’d already changed into grey sweats that were too long for him, hanging around the ankles. 

Neil slowly put his soap back onto his little shelf, hanging his towel on a wall hook. Andrew glanced over his shoulder at him, acknowledging Neil’s presence, before going back to unpacking from his day and readying for bed. 

Neil felt sucker-punched. 

“Andrew?” 

He glanced back again, brows furrowing at Neil’s strange tone. “What?”

When Neil couldn’t answer, he dropped what he was doing and came closer. His fingers curled in Neil’s collar, tugging him closer. 

“You’re pale as shit,” he commented. “Are you going to collapse?”

“I’m already falling,” Neil joked weakly. 

“What?”

“What?”

Andrew stepped back. Dammit, Neil thought. “What the hell is going on, Neil? You’ve been acting fucking weird for ages, now.”

“I really like you,” Neil breathed out. 

Andrew froze. 

“I wasn’t meant to say that,” Neil bit out, folding his arms over his chest. “But I can’t get over it. Ever since we kissed I’ve been kinda losing my mind, and everyone’s told me I’ve liked you for years -” 

“Shut up,” Andrew said fiercely, stomping right up into Neil’s space, crowding him against the door.

“Um,” Neil mumbled, blinking. 

“You’re the worst,” Andrew hissed. “You’ve been doing all this shit because you like me? I thought you were working up to telling me you were leaving!”

“What?” Neil echoed. 

“Shut up,” Andrew complained. “You’re the fucking worst. I hate you.” 

And then he kissed him. Andrew kissed Neil, that is. It was definitely one of the best moments of Neil’s life, which wasn’t saying much, considering his track record. Still, Neil’s fingers spread out across Andrew’s shoulder blades as his hands grasped Neil’s jaw, kissing him for real, this time. 

Neil had been right: it was definitely better when there was no one else watching. 

Andrew’s shoulders were hunched over when he fell back, pressing his forehead to Neil’s shoulder. 

“You like me?” Neil asked, voice higher and breathier than he thought he could manage. “Since when?”

“I hate you,” Andrew retorted. Then, quieter, he said: “Since forever.” 

Neil’s hands pressed him closer: this wasn’t unfamiliar, the proximity, Andrew’s touch, breath wafting over bare skin. But the warmth encompassing it made sense now. 

“Okay,” he said. And then: “Me too.”

“Were you trying to woo me with 2 Minute Noodles?” Andrew inquired.

“No,” Neil said sheepishly. 

Andrew shook his head, tilting Neil’s head down for another kiss. Then he signed against Neil’s lips. “I hate you. So much.” 

Neil grinned.

*

HEEHEEE

[buckleysjareau]

when i’m walking in my sleep

anonymous asked:

Hii, i love your writing, just finished your new buddie fic. Loved it! If you have inspiration for a storyline like the following i would be so happy to read: Eddie taking care of Buck after the screw removing surgery.

I deleted the original post due to it not showing up in the tags, so sorry if you didn’t see it, anon! But here it is again :) 

trigger warnings for this: use of painkillers even though taken as prescribed, mention of an unspecified nightmare, and to be safe emetophobia as it’s mentioned

Eddie has always had the innate need to care for the ones he loves and the ones who need it. When he was five, he tried his hardest alongside his sisters to save an injured squirrel that ended up at their doorstep. He’d take care of his parents when either one of them was sick as he grew up. The need to help everyone never simmered, only grew when he joined the Army, boiled over when Christopher was born. Firefighting was the perfect job for Eddie, he got to feed his desire to help those in need and find the camaraderie within his team that he’d been missing since his Army days. 

Helping people helps him, so he really can’t stop himself from jumping at the opportunity to take Buck home after he gets his screws out when everyone else’s schedules are too busy. He cares about Buck a lot -- maybe too much and not in the way someone cares about their best friend -- so making sure he’s okay and comfortable after a surgery he knows Buck was scared shitless for, it’s not a big deal for Eddie. 

He finds that maybe he’s a little in over his head when Buck greets him with a loopy smile. He’s just a tiny bit in love with Evan Buckley, and having dealt with post-surgery Buck before, Eddie is sure his heart might burst with every zany grin and stage-whispered expression of appreciation.

Buck’s surgeon, who Eddie has met more times than one should have, strolls into the dimly lit recovery room with an amused smile. “Good to see you awake.”

Buck snickers. “You say that every time, Doc. Soon you’re going to have to stop acting surprised that I’m invincible.”

Eddie can’t tell if what Buck just said makes sense, a twenty-four hour shift with very little sleep does things to your common sense, but his doctor seems like he’s heard it before.

His doctor shakes his head, albeit fondly, as if it’s something he expects but can’t believe he’s hearing. “How many times am I going to have to warn you that you’re not invincible before you stop ending up in my OR?” Eddie suspects every time. “Hopefully, there won’t be a next surgery for you Mr. Buckley. The screws are out, everything should be smooth sailing after that, unless you decide to test that invincibility theory.” 

Eddie can’t hold back the laugh as Buck’s face displays his disbelief. “I may be stupid, doc, but I’m no idiot.”

His doctor turns to face Eddie as he facepalms. “I wish you all the luck and patience in the world taking care of this one.” He jests.

“You know I’m always gonna need it, Doc.” Eddie grins. “There anything I should watch out for or steer clear of with him?”

“You know, the usual; don’t let him walk without his crutches, make sure he eats before he takes his next dose of pain medicine we’re sending home with him, and keep him off the leg as much as possible. Elevate it, ice it if the pain gets too much, spare some time for your own sanity.”

Buck grumbles. “I’m not that bad, right? Tell him, Eds.”

“My mom taught me to always tell the truth.” Eddie teases but relents when the pout Buck gives goes straight to his heart. “Fine. You’re a joy to be around, Evan Buckley.”

“You heard him, Doc! I’m a joy to be around!” 

“Never said you weren’t, Buck, just saying your joy is here more than either of us would like.” He smirks. “Alright, alright, I’m sure Eddie wants to get out of here as much as you do so you’re free to go. Everything looks fine post-surgery and as long as you take correct care, it’ll stay fine. You know to call me if there’s an infection or it takes longer to heal than it should, you know the drill. I will see you in six weeks, Buck. Please not a second sooner?”

Buck sends him a sloppy thumbs up and thanks him, says he can’t promise anything but he’ll try his best and Eddie doesn’t want to think about waiting through another one of his surgeries. He’s fine with the aftercare, but waiting to see if Buck came out of each surgery alive is something similar to hell, he’s sure.

When the doctor leaves, Buck looks Eddie’s way. “Eddddieeeeee, my man, a little help?”

Eddie shakes his head and grabs the bag of Buck’s clothes before going to help Buck sit up on the side of the stretcher he was on.

Buck giggles. “My hospital gown is open in the back so don’t look. My ass isn’t really my best feature.”

Well that’s a straight up lie.

“Aw, Eds, thank you. Your butt’s pretty great too.” Buck grins like the compliment means the world to him. The implied compliment that Eddie definitely did not mean to say aloud.

The only thing that keeps him from hiding himself in embarrassment is that Buck is as high as a kite on his painkillers and most likely won’t remember even leaving the hospital. 

He prays the blush doesn’t show on his face as he helps Buck into his basketball shorts. He couldn’t tell you why he gets flustered every time he had to help Buck this way. They were adults, it wasn’t anything domestic, really, just… intimate. He’d help whenever and whatever way Buck needed, because if Eddie Diaz was anything, he wasn’t shy. He was never uncomfortable. Just flustered beyond belief. 

Buck falls back onto the stretcher dramatically after he’s got his shorts on, taking Eddie down with him. He’s laughing hysterically as he wraps his arms around Eddie’s body in a side hug.

“Hey, Eddie?” He looks up at him. “You’re strong. Can you carry me to your truck?”

Eddie lets out a surprised laugh. “I don’t think so, buddy. I can ask for a wheelchair?”

Buck snorts. “Being wheeled out is just embarrassing, man,”

“And being carried out isn’t?”

He responds with a whine. “You don’t have to be smart all the time, you know? My bones feel like they’ve been replaced by jelly, you won’t even try?”

Eddie fondly rolls his eyes. “You can lean on me, okay? I don’t have to carry you to not let you fall, Buck, I’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me?”

“Yeah, I’ve got you. Now, up you go.” 

By the time Buck is settled in Eddie’s living room, foot elevated under a pillow on the coffee table and more blankets than Buck could ever need by his side, they’re both exhausted. Eddie plops down next to Buck on the couch and doesn’t question it when he leans his head on Eddie’s chest. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow when Buck moans. “You alright?”

“I don’t wanna throw up.” He whines. “Make it go away.”

“You’re nauseous?” Eddie asks, already standing to get the trashcan from his bathroom for him but is stopped by Buck. “I’ll be right back, just gonna get you the trashcan just in case.”

Eddie has always hated pain medicine. He hates not having any sense of control of what he’s saying if he’s going to remember it the next day, he hates the nausea that comes with, and he hates that every time, without fail, it makes Buck cry.

His lip is quivering as he looks up at Eddie, and it’s just then that Eddie realizes how actually gone he was for Evan Buckley. 

“Don’t leave me.” Eddie probably would have teased him if Buck had been whining but he wasn’t. There was real fear in his voice, like Eddie would leave out the bathroom window or something. 

“So you’re not nauseous anymore?” He goes with instead, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. He remembers Buck calling it the dad stance, but if it gets Buck to let go of his shirt so he can grab something to stop him from vomiting on his floor, he’ll use it.

Buck shakes his head, stopping abruptly as he pales.

Eddie snorts. “Don’t lie to me ever again.” He reaches for Buck’s face, cupping his jaw in his hand and rubbing his thumb across his cheek. “Let me at least get you a bowl. You’ll be able to see me better in the kitchen.”

Buck finally lets go of the grip on Eddie’s shirt and turns to watch Eddie walk away. Eddie hates himself for the way he subconsciously walks to maybe impress Buck. Thanks to the painkillers, he knows that Buck thinks his ass is nice, he can feel Buck’s eyes watching the back of him, and Eddie prays that Buck is at least the slightest bit interested in him. 

What is he thinking? There’s no way Buck could be interested. They’re best friends, that’s all they are, it doesn’t matter how stupidly and pathetically in love Eddie is. 

Buck is half asleep by the time Eddie is back with a bowl that shouldn’t be missed. 

The second Eddie sits down next to him and hands Buck the bowl, he holds it to his chest and goddamnit why is this so adorable? 

“I doubt you’ll make it through the first minutes of it, let alone an episode, but you down to watch Avatar?”

Buck smiles tiredly, eyes refusing to open. “As long as you’re talking about The Last Airbender and not the creepy movie.”

Eddie chuckles. “You think Avatar is creepy?”

“You don’t?” Buck raises an eyebrow, still not opening his eyes, and gives Eddie a look that says he’s shocked no one else feels the same. “I read somewhere there’s a new one coming out in 2021, like, why?”

Eddie snickers. “I can kind of understand your fear of Child’s Play because it’s supposed to be horror, but c’mon, Avatar? I cried, if I remember correctly.”

Buck gasps. “Child’s Play is horror, thank you very much, and terrifying. End of discussion. Put on The Last Airbender so I can stop thinking about that thing.” 

“That thing has a name, Buck. Chucky. He’s your friend ‘til the end.” Eddie teases but opens Netflix on his TV, quickly selecting from his Keep Watching list. 

Buck doesn’t say anything after that and Eddie assumes he’s asleep, until Buck mumbles something. 

“What was that?”

“Would you stop being my friend if you knew I was in love with you?” Eddie hears him loud and clear this time but he’s stunned at what comes from his best friend, disbelief that he even heard him correctly. 

“Come again?” 

When Eddie doesn’t get a response, he turns and finds that Buck fell asleep right after he gives him a heart attack. 

Fantastic. Fan-fucking-tastic. Though he thinks he heard Buck loud and clear, it can’t be right. He dreamed of Buck reciprocating his feelings many times before, but that’s all Eddie could ever believe it was. Dreams. He hadn’t even known Buck was interested in men, let alone interested in him. 

Eddie doesn’t know how long he’s in his head for, but when he notices the sweat glistening on Buck’s forehead, none of it matters. He places the back of his hand on Buck’s forehead, fearing a fever due to an infection or flu, but he doesn’t have a fever.

Then Buck jolts and suddenly Eddie knows what’s going on. It’s not the first time he’s seen Buck in the middle of a nightmare, it’s not his first time dealing with nightmares, either, so he knows what to do.

He distances himself from Buck as far as he can and still is able to shake him. He knows from personal experience to never stay close when waking someone from a nightmare, the black eye he’d accidentally given Buck one night being proof. 

“Hey, Buck, you gotta wake up, buddy.” He shakes his shoulder lightly. “It’s just a nightmare, you’re not there.”

When Buck doesn’t wake up after a third try, Eddie tries a different tactic and scoots a little closer, grabbing Buck’s shoulder and shaking heavier than before. “Evan, Evan, wake up!”

Buck jolts awake, Bobby’s name on the tip of his tongue, swallowed by a scream. He can’t catch his breath, Eddie can tell he hasn’t fully grasped that wherever he just was in his nightmare was long gone and that he’s safe so he does everything he can to clear that fog. 

He takes Buck’s shaking hand in his own and squeezes. “Hey, Evan, you’re at my place, on my couch, nowhere near any danger. You’re safe, okay?”

He can practically see the fog clear from his mind, taking in his surroundings and squeezes Eddie’s hand in his. “Eddie?”

“Yeah, man, I’m here. Feeling calmer?”

Before Buck can respond, he winces and muffles a scream of pain by biting on his lip. Eddie jumps into action as Buck grabs onto the bottom of his cast tightly, as to squeeze out the agony he was feeling. 

Eddie checks the time. “You’re due for your next dose of your painkiller at least.”

But Buck isn’t listening to him. He’s too focused on the pain that Eddie can only now vaguely remember after getting the bullet removed from his shoulder. Before long, Eddie realizes Buck is mumbling something in between choked sobs and muffled screams of agony.

“Evan,” He tries to use his name again in hopes it’ll get him to focus on Eddie and not the pain. 

Buck’s face is twisted in pain when he finally looks at Eddie and not for the time, he wishes he could take Buck’s pain away. 

“I hate Freddie Costas. I hate him so much.” He sobs freely, still holding his bad leg like it’s a matter of life or death. “Fuck, it hurts.”

Eddie stands. “I’m gonna get your pain pills and an ice pack.”

Buck gulps the pill down with no water and Eddie has to stop himself from finding that oddly one of the most attractive things he’s seen Buck do. He also holds back a cringe, never one for taking pills in any way. 

As Eddie unwraps the beginnings of Buck’s cast, Buck starts to calm, his tears slow, his body relaxes against Eddie’s side. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispers. 

“Don’t be. Trust me when I say I get it.” He looks Buck directly in the eyes. “Never feel sorry about feeling things.” 

He doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about it. He knows Buck will talk about it if or when he wanted so it ends up being a useless question. 

It’s quiet again after that. The only sounds that could be heard around Eddie’s was their breathing and the air conditioner running. Avatar is paused on the TV and Eddie doesn’t make any move to unpause it. 

Then Eddie is in his head again.

If he heard right, why would Buck be into him? He wants more than anything for it to be true, but he couldn’t see how it would be true. But he knows he heard what Buck asked, knows he should be thrilled Buck loves him back, but the doubts eat him up. What if he was just asking in general, not personally? What if he thought he was talking to someone else? Maybe he’s exaggerating his gratefulness for taking care of him and he means it platonically?

It’s killing him not knowing.

Eddie clears his throat. “Hey, uh- earlier you asked- before you fell asleep, do you-”

He’s a stuttering mess, hasn’t stumbled over his words this much since he asked Shannon out in their senior year. 

Buck cuts in, putting him out of his misery. “If you’re asking if I remember asking you if you’d still stay my friend if you found out I was in love with you, then yes, I do remember and I’m so sorry.”

Sorry for what? I’m sorry I was just loopy, it was just a question, I’m not actually in love with you? 

Buck swallows hard. “Do you hate me?”

Eddie’s eyes widened completely at the question. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because I’m in love with you and continued to be your friend without telling you as such?” 

His heart is racing a mile a minute because Evan Buckley loved him back and he’d had no idea the entire time. He shakes his head with a smile and unshed tears burning his eyes. “I would be the biggest hypocrite if I hated you for that.”

It looks as though Buck hadn’t heard right as he shook his head, but he hopes he understands. 

“Come again?” Eddie can’t help but snort at how similar Buck and him are sometimes. “Why are you crying? Don’t cry!”

“I’m crying because I love you and I just found out it’s reciprocated, okay? Give me a second here.” He lets out a mix between a laugh and a cry. “Holy shit, you love me!”

Eddie’s mind is reeling. The more the shock wears off, the more joy and excitement he starts to feel. 

“You love me!” Buck grins and leans forward, stopping to look Eddie in the eye and ask for permission -- which he eagerly grants -- and soon, what Eddie dreamed of since the Grenade Incident is happening. Their lips touch and Eddie Diaz tries not to be a cliche, but it’s a whole show of fireworks, kissing Buck. More than he could have ever imagined. 

It’s an hour later, and they’re laying in Eddie’s bed, bodies pressed up against the other. Eddie hasn’t felt so secure in years, can’t even remember a time when things felt right until then. Lying next to Buck, things feel light for the first time since he doesn’t know how long, and the feeling of security is what lulls Eddie to sleep. 

Until Buck starts to sniffle and then Eddie is wide awake again.   

“You okay, Buck?”

Buck shakes his head rapidly with a pout. “No, I have to pee.” 

He tries to keep in his laughter, he really does, but the shock and amusement outweighs his ability not to laugh at things that aren’t funny to other people. 

Buck sniffles once more. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re adorable and I love you.” Eddie’s lips quirk into a soft smile. “Now, c’mon, up you go.” 

Buck grumbles. “Love you too.”

When he’s done, Eddie turns back to get his crutches and gets the surprise of a lifetime when Buck reaches out to slap his ass.

“Hey!” 

“What? I did tell you you had a nice ass.”

“Oh my God.”