#i stared at it for like 20 minutes in ps now i feel like a new person like my eyes have been christened

[yesloulou]

Drive to Survive Season 2, Episode 5

[dollfaceksj]

i really hope taehyung has calmed down and ready to hear them out :(

i hope so too!

a/n: hi. i have realized and decided that it’s time to end toapp. #36 (the next drabble) will be the finale.

i just wanna thank you guys for this amazing journey. i’ve had so much fun interacting with you guys and writing this story, just making shit up as i go. i had no idea how this story was gonna go, how y’all would receive it, every drabble i just hoped for the best. it’s insane to think toward the end toapp had 400+ regular readers. that’s so crazy guys!! thank u so much

i hope u guys will still interact with me even when this finishes!!! and i hope you guys look forward to my upcoming fics. i’ve already brainstormed several other fics that i know y’all will love! i can’t wait to share them with you.

i might still do side-drabbles like what jk did in those 2 months, more events we’ve already seen but from other povs, maybe drabbles that happen in the future. i’ll see !

thank you for everything.

lots of love,

clover. 🍀

ps: listen to the outro of scott street by phoebe bridgers when u read this drabble trust me. i bawled like a little bitch.

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #35

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“do you want me to leave?”

he stares at you with the biggest eyes in the universe

how does someone just have big black eyes like that

like

the things he says

can be so dirty

and his gaze can be so intense

but now

when he’s

pleading

and being pathetic

his eyes are the biggest in the galaxy

he’s so beautiful

you wonder if he knows that

you sigh loudly and rub your hairline. “you’re so lucky you know your way with words.”

he blinks at you a few times and drops his shoulders in relief, you hadn’t even noticed they were that tense

“i’m just telling you the truth.”

you merely hum in response and nod your head absentmindedly as you glance over at the plate of cold chicken quesedillas now

“do you want me to heat those up in a pan for you?” you ask quietly, not sure where to go with the conversation now

when you don’t get a response, you glance in his direction

he’s just staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face

“jungkook?”

he shakes his head slowly. “do you believe me now?”

your brows pinch together in confusion. “yeah, i believe you. were you not telling the truth just now?”

he shakes his head again. “i’m not talking about just now i’m talking about me being in love with you.”

oh

right

yeah

you said you didn’t believe it

do you believe him?

your own feelings for him keep getting in the way of your rational thoughts

because you just want to believe him, even when your common sense still doubts it

“yeah,” you start, “i believe you.”

then, a soft smile creeps onto his lips. “okay.”

you reach for the plate but jungkook stops you by gently taking hold of your wrist mid-air. “i think you should just go lie down in bed. after what just happened, you just need a moment. i can tell you’re pretending to be okay.”

you blink at him

and the sincere look in his eyes

and the slight pinch in his brows

almost makes you tear up again

“i’ll clean the kitchen up, just,” he pauses as he lets go of your wrist, “go. i’ll be right there.”

you slowly nod your head and start walking out of your kitchen, heading to your bedroom

you lie down in your bed and stare at the ceiling, the events of barely 20 minutes ago playing on repeat in your head

taehyung

you miss him

you need him

you’re lucky jungkook was there to talk some sense into you

you should go to taehyung when the storm is over

and come clean with everything and just

beg for his forgiveness

and now that you think about it

you wonder

why it’s taking jungkook so long

??

you get up from your bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen

you peek your head around the corner of the door and that’s when you see

jungkook, standing by the sink

the mess taehyung made earlier on the floor has been cleaned up

and it seemed like jungkook was halfway through with the dishes

but now he’s just leaning against the sink with his hands and his head held down

what is he doing?

you wonder what it is until you hear a soft sniffle

you walk into the kitchen. “jungkook?”

he quickly sniffles again and wipes his cheeks before looking at you

you walk in further. “hey,” you whisper as you place your hand on his shoulder, soothingly rubbing it

he’s quiet for a few moments before he breaks down

“he’s my only friend and i betrayed his trust. you can bounce back because of your history with him but me? he’ll never want to see me again.”

oh

he sent you away because all of that panic that he had earlier concerning taehyung he couldn’t show

he had to swallow his own emotions because he had to calm you down

but it’s dawning on him real bad right now and you need to be here for him like he was there for you

you shake your head and move your hand over his back, rubbing it gently. “you’re crazy. he could never hate you, kook. like you said, he’s mad. it’s okay, we’ll catch him one of these days and talk it out. taehyung is the gentlest soul i know. he just needs some time to cool off.”

he sniffles quietly, his round nose so red and his big eyes puffy. “it took you so much convincing to believe me. what if he doesn’t believe me at all?”

“jungkook, taehyung knows you better than i do. he’ll know to believe you. i’m sure of it.”

he sniffles again and slowly nods.

“okay? here,” you say as you take the sponge out of his hand and rinse his soaped up hand. “let’s just go lie down for a bit. we’ll eat later.”

( ♡ )

the storm has finally let up the following day

and you need to do one more thing before you bite the bullet and face taehyung

you raise your fist and slowly knock on the door

you wait a few moments before it swings open

“hey, you.”

you smile at him. “hey, yoongi.”

he steps aside and invites you in

you quietly thank him and step in

“what’s up?” he asks as he heads into his living room and you follow him

“we uh,” you start as you nervously look around. “we need to talk.”

he halts in his movements and slowly turns to you. “oh. okay. would you like something to drink?”

you shake your head and gently take his soft hand into yours before leading him to the sofa

you both sit down and he’s staring at you with confused eyes. “so?”

you take a deep breath and finally glance at him. “yoongi,” you start, “you’re amazing. you really treat me exactly as a man should and i’ll always be thankful for that. you were never pushy, you were never condescending or overstepping. you just,” you pause for a moment to find more words but you kind of get stuck

it’s quiet

and he’s just staring at you

when the silence stretches out for longer than he likes, he decides to do something

his frown turns into a neutral expression. “finally chose jungkook, have you?”

oh

your eyes go wide and your throat goes dry.

fuck

“what?”

“i don’t like how you think i’m stupid, y/n.”

wh

what is he

what is

what is going on

you blink at him. he clearly is unimpressed with your attempts at letting him down slowly

oh no

you really don’t want to start panicking

“yoongi, i just–”

“hey, breathe. your veins are almost popping out of your throat.” he brings his finger up to tap your pouty lips

and it’s true, you were actually holding your breath

“i’m not stupid, you know.” he uses his thumb to rub your bottom lip. “it’s been rather clear that you’ve had feelings for jungkook. i was just waiting for you to realize.”

you frown at him. “how?”

“the camping trip, our first date, the parties, the clubs. your attention was always just centred around jungkook. i thought you were trying to get over it so i told you i’d make you realize you don’t need him but clearly you’ve realized you do and i get it.”

oh

okay

you are not going to cry

nope

you blink a few times to keep your tears in their fucking place. “aren’t you mad i used you to forget about him?”

at this, he’s quiet. he just blinks at you for a few moments before answering

“no, i’m not because i’m guilty too.”

you tilt your head to the side. “what do you mean?”

he sighs softly. “i uh,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders. “i did the same to you. i wanted to forget about sooyeon.”

wow

you didn’t actually think that was the case

well

he did mention he knew what you were talking about

and that he was okay with not getting into anything serious

but it’s strange hearing this from him now

because he just seems like the type of guy that has everything figured out

mature and collected

but you suppose after all, he’s human too

you nod slowly. “i see.”

he brings his hand down to rub your shoulder. “have you told taehyung?”

at this, your heart stings

you want to cry

“um,” you say with a shaky voice.

he frowns. “oh god,” he mumbles. “what happened?”

you explain what happened in short so you don’t bawl in front of him

“oh, shit. i guess it’s my fault, then?” he rubs his hairline. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think he’d rush to you like that for a simple cold.”

you sniff. him saying that makes you realize taehyung really does care for you

“you should go talk it out with him.”

“what if he doesn’t want to see me?”

he shakes his head. “don’t be absurd. i don’t think taehyung has ever even considered spending a day without at least hearing for you. he’s probably counting down the minutes until he sees you again.”

ugh

he really knows what to say

you slowly nod and rise to your feet. “i’m gonna go to him right now.”

he gets up as well. “okay. just breathe and you’ll be fine.”

you sigh and turn to fully face him as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent

he hugs you right back, stroking your head and rubbing your back soothingly

“thanks for everything, yoongles.”

“nope,” he chuckles, “your privileges have been revoked. you don’t get to call me that anymore.”

you huff and smack his back which he laughs at

you pull back and pout at him

he chuckles and pecks your nose. “we’ll talk again soon,” he says

and you can’t help but smile

“absolutely.”

and with a final squeeze, he lets go of you and walks you to his front door

“you’re rushing me out. i bet sooyeon is coming over,” you joke as you open his front door

he’s suddenly quiet for a moment. “would that make me a bad person?”

you laugh and hit his chest. “jerk.”

he chuckles and watches as you leave, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile on his lips.

well then

until our paths cross again, yoongi ♡

(wrote this entire scene whilst watching yoongi live on weverse to say his goodbyes after the enlistment news bitch im so fucking emotional rn shut the fuck up)

and now

it’s time

to go see taehyung

you make your way to taehyung’s home

and take a few breaths

trying to calm yourself

you need to calm yourself

you can do this

right as you raise your fist to knock

the door swings open

and you almost slam your first into taehyung’s face

luckily you stop yourself right before that happens and tae stares at you in surprise

“oh,” he quietly says. “i was uh…” he scratches his head. “i was just on my way to you.”

oh

oh :(

you swallow thickly and watch as he steps aside to let you in

you walk in and your body wants to automatically fly onto his bed like you always do but you settle for the couch right now

he follows you and sits down on the coffee table to be able to face you instead of sitting down next to you

it’s quiet

real quiet

“i’m sorry–”

you both apologize in unison but you frown at him. “why are you apologizing?”

he blinks at you like you’re crazy. “because i was way out of line, y/n.”

he catches the quiver in your pout but doesn’t comment on it. “i always told you i’d never judge you but airing you out like that was the opposite of what i promised to always do for you. it wasn’t okay.”

you scrunch your nose a bit as you feel yourself getting emotional again

“so, you don’t hate me?”

he blinks at you like you’ve gone crazy. “are you insane?”

you press your lips into a thin line, hoping to hurt yourself so you can focus on that and not getting emotional

“taehyung, you sacrificed so much for me and i couldn’t even listen to the one thing you didn’t want me to do. i’d wanna kill me.”

he sighs quietly and shakes his head as he looks down at your fidgeting fingers. “oh, don’t get me wrong. i still wanna kill you but what i did wasn’t cool. i just,” he pauses as he tries to think of what to say.

“i didn’t mean to give you a ‘gotcha’ moment with that sensitive information but it was more my way of saying ‘i told you so’. you just make me so mad sometimes.”

you bite on your lip to stop it from quivering

“and the fact it’s been going on since the camping trip and i just, i thought about all the times you just lied to my face. you’d never done that before. we’ve always been honest with each other, you know? never in a million years did i think you would lie to me like that.”

you look down at your hands, realizing you’ve been picking at the loose flesh around your nails

“i’m always just thinking ‘it’s okay, she’s young’ whenever you screw up because you are. but i’m young too. and i’m scared too.”

it’s enough to have you silently crying again

he’s completely right

all of that pressure he’s been carrying with him

and he always looks so

careless and free

is that why he’s always drinking until he can’t fucking stand?

and he never ever once held it over your head

he never once pointed out that he carries all this pressure of keeping you safe and protect you

and you’re just a selfish cunt

“i know. i’m sorry, taehyung. i really am. it just,” you stutter as you shakily sniff for air, “it just happened.”

he glances up at you and nods, handing you tissues from his nightstand

“he needs us, taehyung. he needs you. he told me everything. he was just a boy.”

taehyung sighs as he puts the box of tissues down in front of you

you tell taehyung the storyline of you and jungkook

without the events of … yesterday and the day before that for obvious reasons.

and he doesn’t say much, just silently nods

it’s quiet for awhile as you both just sit there, not saying another word

until

“have you caught feelings for him?”

your breath hitches in your throat and your heart is beating in your ass

you make eye contact with him and he’s staring at you with a neutral expression

you furrow your brows and try to stop the involuntary quiver in your lips as you slowly nod to his question

he gently sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “does he know?”

you wipe your tears with the tissues. “yes. he confessed to me first.”

he then looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “jungkook told you he has feelings for you? jungkook?”

you blink at him, confused at the surprised tone in his voice. “well, he told me he was in love with me.”

he tilts his head to the side. “and you believe him?”

you shrug your shoulders. “not at first. and definitely not after hearing the mia thing but,” you pause for a moment. “he told me the full story and i don’t think he lied to me once as he did. so i do believe him now.”

he rubs his smooth chin with his fingers and slowly nods. “have you told yoongi?”

“yes.”

he leans back on his hands, his head tilted back as he stares at the ceiling. “where is jungkook now?”

you cough

“um…”

he lifts his head to look at you with a raised brow.

“he’s uh,” you glance at the front door. “he’s in the hall.”

taehyung blinks at you like you’re full of shit. “he’s here? in the hall?”

you slowly nod

taehyung stares at you for a moment longer before rising to his feet and walking to the front door

he swings it open and looks around the corner, just to see jungkook’s shadow at the bottom of the stairs

jungkook walks up a few stairs to see if it’s you but he makes eye contact with taehyung

and taehyung is just staring him down

jungkook quietly sighs and walks up the stairs, right up to taehyung’s front door

you watch from the couch, gripping the wet tissue in your hand still

jungkooks nose is still red

and his eyes are puffy

but neither of them say a word

just stare

at each other

until they suddenly kiss each other?

KNDKEJFKEJDKSJD

🍀 i’m just joking

they’re staring each other down in silence

until taehyung suddenly grabs jungkook by the collar of his shirt, knuckles turning white because of the tightness of his grip

jungkook just lets him

you shoot up from the couch in an instant, panic surging through your entire body

just as you’re about to call out taehyung’s name in hopes of stopping him

he pulls jungkook into a tight hug, maybe a little too tight

jungkook simply rests his chin on taehyung’s shoulder

and wraps his arms around him. “i’m sorry, hyung.”

they just hug in silence for a few moments until taehyung speaks up again

“you better not ever fuck her over or i swear i’ll have you jumped.”

jungkook chuckles and pats taehyung’s back. “i thought you were of the opinion that you should beat me the fuck up?”

is he insane

not the time for jokes, jungkook…

taehyung pulls back from the hug and stares at jungkook for a second with a frown on his face

…

before cracking his famous sheepish box smile. “i should but i know i can’t take you in a fight.”

LMFAOOOOO

what???😭😭😭😭

you snort and it makes both of them look at you

you suddenly feel like you’re being watched by the fbi or something the way ur standing there like 🧍‍♀️

taehyung lets go of jungkook and walks up to you, staring down at you with a furrow in his brows

“dumb people should never laugh.”

did he really just say that in the tone of that one nicki minaj tiktok audio😭😭😭

you pout and slap his chest

he chuckles and pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of your head and not caring he’s suffocating you with his chest

but you simply keep your face buried there, inhaling his scent

and he literally just feels like home

he then says;

“good thing you’re dumb or else my life would’ve been really boring.”

to be continued

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Rainy Love

(GIF NOT MINE)

Pairing: Spencer reid x Male reader

description: y/n has always loved the rain, and decides to share that love with spencer (ps this was idea was inspired by a fic by the lovely user @ssa-atlas-alvez <;3)

Content warnings: possible swearing (lemme know if theres anything else :))

flufftober day 2: love confession

It was a rainy day at the BAU. A very rainy day. The team members each sat at their own desk, quietly working away. But y/n, he was distracted- he had long since abandoned his paperwork for staring out the tall rectangular windows, longing to be feeling the effects of the rain pouring down on him. Every once in a while he would close his eyes and imagine the feeling of the cool raindrops pelting his skin.

Spencer, whose desk was closest to y/ns, was the first to notice y/n’s distracted state. Spencer decided to take the opportunity to talk to the man he had loved for years, but never told.

“Hey y/n, whats got you so distracted? are you okay?” there was that small knit between spencers brows that he always got when he was worried, which was a lot. Y/n thought this to himself, often being the one who noticed things like that about spencer. But y/n wouldn’t help himself, he was in love and it was involuntary.

Y/n’s attention was pulled away from the pattering rain outside by spencers question. “oh- y’a im fine spence, i was just distracted by the rain.” When y/n talks of the rain theres a fondness in his voice like that of someone talking about an old friend. “You know- i wish i could be out there right now. Id love to feel the rain on my skin.” very time y/n tries to put his attention back on spencer, hes drawn back to the window. Spencer notices y/ns fondness of the rain and decides to take advantage of the cluelessness of those around him and says to y/n with a mischievous smile “let’s go!” and offers up his hand to y/n, his palm open waiting for y/ns. Y/n looks at spencer confused for a moment and spencer elaborates; “out there!” with an excited gesture towards the rain pattering against the window, and then continues; “You obviously wanna go out there, no ones looking and i finished my paperwork 20 minutes ago!” Spencer gives up on waiting for y/n and just takes his hand pulling him up, out of his seat, and towards the big glass doors.

When the pair finally reach the front doors, y/n is the one to push them open. Having long since abandoned the idea of actually getting any work done for the rest of the day. Y/n pulls spencer by the arm out into the rain- and as y/n spread his arms out and loaded up with his eyes closed, quiet literally soaking in the rain. He found himself staring intently at Y/n, admiring everything about the man he’d come to love. Admiring the way the rain soaked his eyelashes, and the H/C hair that stuck to his forehead.

finally y/n opened his eyes again, only to find spencer staring at him. Spencer noticed Y/ns awareness of him and his cheeks went red. he looked down and y/n said “what you staring at goofball?” (y/n had almost immediately taken to calling spencer goofball when they met, and spencer never corrected him). Spencer felt a surge of reckless confidence surge through him and said “you.” without thinking. spencer, being the man he is- almost immediately regretted this action.but what took him by surprise was when y/n took spencers chin softly and pushed it up with his fingertips. In that moment the two made intense eye contact.

“ I love you y/n- i cant help myself..”

spencer trailed off at first but when y/n didnt respond he started nervously rambling. But Y/n was still processing the fact that the man he had loved for years, but never even considered the fact that he might love him back- was telling y/n that he loved him. When y/n could finally speak again he said;

“Stop.”

with a gentle sternness to his voice. And spencer stopped what he was saying and looked up at y/n desperately hoping that’s he hadn’t ruined the relationship with his best friend. But instead of yelling or screaming or telling spencer to never talk to him again, he simply said;

“I love you too goofball.”

and there they stood together, drenched to the bone, forehead to forehead. hands on each-other’s others hips.

The End

[blue-mostacho]

~Cherry Bomb~

Heey, this is my first time posting on here, but surely it won't be the last one. This is the prologue of a long fic (if my adhd cooperates) that takes place in the Stranger Things universe. It's an enemies to lovers type thing, I guess. I don't know. I'm not sure yet.

I would do a little more elaborate introduction for it but I'm too excited to post and also I suck at that, so without further delay, I hope you enjoy it. Don't be sacred to drop your opinion and let me know what you think. *internal fangirling*

Ps: English is like my third language, so if I made any mistake, please bear with me *anxiety kicks in*. Feel free to correct me tho.

Prologue.

I can feel his stare from across the room, deep blue eyes scanning me up and down. I try to ignore it, occupying myself with whatever irrelevant task I could find. Right now, I am counting coins at the cash register, I can feel how he approaches the front desk at the store. I ignore it. I always do. Every time he comes into the store with his flirty Iines trying to get on my nerves, I just ignore it, act like he's not there. He does that just to piss me off. Today was an oddly nice day, I got to work on time, my coworkers weren't as annoying as usual, and the customers apparently decided to be nice for a day. But I guess you can't have it all.

By the time he's standing just a few steps from me, I'm done with the pennies, so now I have no other excuse to not pay attention to him. Even though I'm not looking at him, I know his eyes are drilling holes into the side of my face. The crinkle of the chip bags he took fills up my ears when he places them on the counter, I force myself to look at him and plaster a polite smile on my face. Dude's a douche, but I ain't risking my job. Wouldn't be the first time I get yelled at because I wasn't "nice enough" to a customer. Quite the coincidence that every time my supervisor had that conversation with me, the customer was him.

He smiles in return, a smug grin that puts his white teeth on display. I have to fight against the urge to roll my eyes at him.

I take the products he chose and scan them through the register, a few bags of chips and four cans of beer.

–Will that be all?- I say, looking back up at him. He just nods. I take a plastic bag to put the groceries in it, thinking that maybe this time I won't have to put up with his bullshit.

–Although...-and there it is, let's see what he comes up with this time.–I would like to know if there is a way I could take you too.‐ a shit-eating grin spreads across his face. I cringe. I cringe so hard that it's nearly impossible for me to avoid wrinkling my nose slightly. Where does he get his pickup lines from? How the hell does he manage to have so many girls obsessed with him?

I look at him unamused.

–12'50, please.- I say unfazed, which is surprising. Usually I would get pissed off. He chuckles, making the blonde curl falling on his forehead bounce.

–Are you ever gonna stop playing hard to get?- He asks, handing me a twenty dollar bill.

–You can't call it playing when I'm not interested in the game.- my hand stretched out, waiting for him to take the change.

–Such a smart mouth.- he mutters under his breath, amused. Before he could say anything else, the shop's door opens, and Tommy H.'s head peaks through.

–Hargrove dude, are you coming or what?- the redhead rushes the blue-eyed boy who just grabs his things and starts walking towards the exit. Before leaving the store he gives me one last glance, shit-eating grin plastered on his face again.

A sigh escapes my lips once he's out of sight. I take a quick look at the clock, 9:20 pm. Lazily, I make my way to the door and flip the sign hanging on it from "Open" to "Closed", and I go about my closing routine. Fifteen minutes later I'm outside locking the store and turning on the security alarm.

My name's Vex by the way, I have no idea how I ended up in this town. Born and raised in Kansas, I've travelled a lot through the country. Once I moved out of my parents' house, I was determined to explore as much as I could. I left at eighteen, I'm not gonna lie, it was hard, I had two hundred bucks in my pocket and my rusty car. I would sleep in it for most of the nights, not really a huge fan of hotels, too expensive even though i always managed to have a temporary job. Often I would only have one meal a day as I couldn't afford more, but I don't regret it one bit. I had to get out of there. Every passing day in that house would suffocate me more and more. I mean, I love my parents, but their relationship has gotten way too toxic over the years. As I grew up, their fights got more intense and aggressive. They were both right and wrong at the same time, but they are both stubborn and would never sit down and have a real conversation. My dad was too caught up in work, the only thing he could talk about. And my mom had pent-up anger from seeing how her husband would get more and more distant. He's not a bad man, he's trying his best, but he wasn't raised in a loving household, so the only way known to him of showing love and affection is working his ass off and taking care of the family. My mom, on the other hand, is a bit more affectionate, she would take care of every little detail to make us happy. Always a step ahead, before you could open your mouth to say anything, she was already there giving you exactly what you wanted. But she's also prideful and, as I said, stubborn as she is. And she has a really bad temper, something that I got from her, that's how the fights and arguments would start. She got mad, started yelling, my dad would follow and, well, you know the rest.

I grew sick of it, hearing them screaming hurtful things to each other, so one day I packed up my things and left.

I stumbled across this small town in Indiana, Hawkins. I was on my way to Michigan from Illinois, I'd decided to take a couple of weeks to get some rest since I had been driving all the way from Wisconsin without taking a break.

My plan was to park my car for a few days, get a full night of sleep or two, and get some food for the road, but then I met Eddie. And that motherfucker tangled me so good that...well here I am, it's been almost a year since then.

We met at a comic shop, we were fighting over the last copy of our favorite comic. We eventually got kicked out, and somehow we ended up in a bar having drinks and talking about life like we'd known each other for a lifetime.

Slowly, what started out as a two-week break turned into empty promises to myself at the beginning of every week that I would be hitting the road by the next Monday. Next thing I knew Eddie was helping me settle down here. I must say, he did chew my ear off about staying here.

Eddie lives in a trailer park, the first days I would crash there for the night. It was more comfortable than the backseat of my car anyway.

Slowly but surely my cash started to melt away, which was just another reason for Eddie to try and convince me to stay, at least for a little while. I tried to talk him into coming with me, I'd been travelling alone for a really long time and I actually enjoyed his company. But the fucker would always turn the tables on me and end up talking to me about the pros of staying here.

Now listen, I have to admit that this town has something to it, and it really started to grow on me. It is quiet and peaceful, but yet it still can creep the shit out of you.

After two months or so I got a job, and shortly after that I had my own roulotte parked right next to Eddie's. Well it wasn't actually my own, it was a rental, but you get the point.

And, well, pretty much that's it. Now here I am, cigarette hanging from my lips, dragging my feet as I arrive home. I take a quick look at Eddie's trailer, lights on, he's home.

I manage to open the door to my wheeled house, I throw the cigarette butt before I make my way in, and as soon as I set foot inside, my entire body deflates and I throw myself on the bed.

I close my eyes letting myself drift off to sleep, my stomach growls, but I'm too tired to even think about eating right now. I can feel my body sinking on the mattress as every muscle relaxes.

–Yoo shithead!- my eyes pop open in a split second as I recognize the voice. I groan, turning on my side, my heavy eyes shutting again. I hear how he knocks on my door.–I know you're thereee.-he sings. I groan once again, knowing damn well that if I don't open, he's not gonna shut up.

I get off the bed and make my way to the door, flipping it open, finding the long-haired boy standing there with a smile on his face.

–You hungry?- he lifts two paper bags, one in each hand. This dork... I try to put an annoyed look on my face, but he doesn't buy it, so I decide to just move to make room for him.

–Come in you shitbird.- a laugh threatens to come out of my mouth but I push my lips together, taking advantage of the fact that he can't see me.

He lets himself fall on the small couch in my "living room" placing the bags on the coffee table in front of him. Lazily, I walk over to him and sit on the other end of the couch, propping my feet on his legs.

–So- he says, taking one of the bags and placing it on my lap.- Got any plans for tonight?.- he asks. I've already taken out the hot cheeseburger from my bag. I'm starving so bad that only the smell has my mouth watering.

–Sleeping.-I say, unwrapping the sandwich.

–Nuh-uh.- he places a fry in his mouth.- What are you? 80 or something?- each word between chews, a frown on his forehead in disappointment.

–What I am is tired as fuck.- My mouth full from the bite I just took.

–Woman!-he suddenly shouts, I look at him unfazed, still chewing on my food. He gets up, letting my feet fall off his legs.- It's Friday night.- he walks dramatically until he places himself right in front of the table.

–So?- I speak with my mouth full again.

–So?!- he looks hysterical, this time he gets closer to me, crouches beside me in front of the couch, letting all his weight fall on his right knee.–I think you ignore the major events that are about to go down later tonight.- This time he speaks lower, looking dead into my eyes for dramatic effect. I laugh, getting up from my seat and walking to the fridge.

–Care to enlighten me?- my eyes fall on him for a second before I turn my head to look at the fridge. He runs up to me.

–Tonight is the night where HISTORY is gonna be made in Hawkins.- He's talking on my left side, close to my face, while fidgeting like crazy. Then he shifts to my right side, two inches away from my cheek while I bend over to take a better look in the fridge.–TONIGHT...-I flinch a little since he's shouting straight in my ear– Tonight there's gonna be light and fireworks thrown upon this shithole of a town.- i finally find a can of coke in the back of the bottom shelf.– Tonight Hawkins is gonna learn what REAL ART is.- I make my way back to my couch, he's still following me not stopping his speech. There's no point in trying to stop him, he likes being theatrical. I open the can, taking a sip from it.–Tonight Vex...-and he's crouching again in front of me, one hand laying on top of each of my knees, his face inches away from mine. He makes a pause to emphasize.–Tonight we're in for the show...-his left hand flies behind him, smirk on his face and a brow arched.–...of our FUCKING LIVES.- He shouts at the top of his lugs, i flinch as a drop of spit hits my left cheekbone. The hand that was hidden just a couple of seconds ago is now a few inches of my face holding two pieces of paper. I squint a little bit, focusing on reading them. Judas Priest. My eyes widen as my brain assimilates the words, and I choke on my coke.

–SHUT UP.- I stand up.–How the fuck?! They were sold out weeks ago! –Suddenly adrenaline takes over wiping away any need of sleep that I had. He stands up, nodding like crazy.

–Yeah baby!‐ his face is adorned with a wide, bright smile.

–But how did you manage to get the tickets?!- He laughs, his right hand flips his long hair over his shoulder to the back.

–I have good connections.- he says, full of pride.

– Connections?- My voice mocking, a smirk tugging at my lips. He looks at me and rolls his eyes.

–Okay, there's this guy I used to sell weed to. He owes me a shit ton of money, heard he got his hands on a couple tickets. So now he's free of debts.- he shrugs and then lets his body fall on my bed.–So, you coming or...what?

A smile starting to form on my lips and he mirrors me.

–You bet your ass I'm going.

–So go get dressed then, shitface!- He shouts one more time.

Next Chapter.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Hellooo!! I've been reading your fics for a while and you inspired me to start writing! I wanna continue and maybe even post some stuff on Tumblr! (not really mentally stable enough to post on AO3 and or Wattpad atm) I've been thinking of starting a new Tumblr blog just based for fics! I'm unsure how to start it or how to really have it play through or what I should do.. like the formatting or the wording and stuff... I'm still fairly new to making fics so I haven't posted anything, I do have a few fics I've made but I just haven't posted it since I'm still really unsure.

I really do love your writing and your fics and I want to try it out! You make great fics and I just seriously love it UGH! Anwys sorry bout that..

Any advice or help?

(ps: can I be 🎹 or 📜 anon?)

Hiya darling, Oh my gosh you're so sweet! Honestly feel you about posting on AO3, Wattpad isn't the best place tbf as a lot of plagiarism happens there but I get your apprehension!! asdfghjkl; I'm not sure if I'm the best help but I'll gladly try and help (or even if I cant I'll post it for other writers to be able to give advice)

Thank you so so much!!!

Formatting wise I have some videos on how to make masterlists and linebreakers/page breakers if those are of any use to you?!

Writing/wording wise I would go with whatever is best for you? Sometimes I find that writing in third person is easier but other days it's easier for me to write in first POV and I can change it up when I've finished the piece. I use grammarly a lot as it catches my grammar mistakes but after I place it in a google doc just to change the font and reread it (as I have dyslexia so seeing it in another font helps me pick up on small or big mistakes I make)

My biggest advice to give. Don't pressure yourself about it, take your time and remember why you're doing it in the first place. For example. I love writing as it helps me escape my reality and I really enjoy being able to do what I love on a day to day basis. I remind myself I'm mostly doing it because it makes me happy.

Find a routine that it's great for you. I used to write ALLLLLLLLL the time. When I first started I was post 7 days a week and twice daily (how the fuck I did that I'll never even know) but it wasn't good, I burnt out within about 6 months of doing that and ended up changing it all up. I have a schedule now.

Posting on set days and having it written on your account somewhere can really help too. I do Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and then I have a time I post to as well to help people keep track of everything.

When writing, try and take regular breaks, don't stare at your screen for too long. I try and use the Pomodoro methods. Working for 20 having a 5 minute break, or 30 minutes and a 10 minute break. There are some cool videos out there to help. I've been using a lot of different streamers recently as it helps me focus more.

If I (or anyone else) can help let us know!

[multiharlot]

sick twisted fantasy // matthew murdock x fem!reader

summary: you finally meet foggy and karen, and karen has her reservations about your guys’ relationship 

warnings: age gap (reader is 22 and matt is 32) insecure reader, matt getting a teensie bit upset, very long post so i split it up into two!

masterlist || part 2

ps this is in no way to hate on karen but sometimes her judgements can be a bit harsh.

you and matt walked hand and hand down the hallway of his office building as you sipped slowly on your coffee. 

“feeling okay?” matt asks, hearing how your heart pounded in your chest. 

“just nervous.” you sigh. 

you had been up a majority of the night preparing for your grad school admissions interview. you had just recently graduated from cornell university with a degree in neuropsychology, and you planned on going for your masters, then your phd. and how today went essentially determined how the rest of your life went.

“hey, it’s gonna be fine. you’re gonna do great. i’m just gonna go and grab some papers and then we’ll head out.” he quickly reassures, stopping in front of the door. 

“you don’t have to come with me, you know. it’s just a 20 minute drive. i’ll just go and come back. you can work on the case here and i can come back when i’m done. i’ll be an hour tops.” you quickly say. 

“i-” matt is quickly interrupted by the door being thrown open, and you’re facing who you can only assume is foggy nelson, your boyfriends best friend.

“well hello. foggy nelson, and you are?” foggy greets, a smirk on his face.

“foggy, y/n. y/n, meet foggy.” matt introduces us, and you smile at him, sticking your hand out. 

foggy slaps your hand out the way and pulls you into a hug.

“good to finally meet the person who’s cured our mr. grumpy pants over there.”

and you smile, wrapping your arms back around him.

“i’m excited to finally meet the famous foggy nelson.” you smile, and he pulls away from you. 

“well come in lovebirds!” he says, stepping aside.

matt places his hand on your lower back, guiding you into their law office. you look down at the ground and tuck your hair behind your ears and look back up to see karen standing awkwardly by foggy’s office door.

“uhh...hi. i’m karen.” she smiles, sticking her hand out to you.

you gladly take her hand, shaking it a few times before letting go.

“y/n.” you smile.

“matt’s girlfriend.” she says, almost as if she’s fact checking it.

you just nod awkwardly, and fidget with the file in your hands. 

“oh, did you go to columbia?”

“no. but she will in the fall.” matt chimes in, a proud smile on his face as he places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

karen stand there, her mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to say.

“i-i’m applying for a graduate program. i have my admissions interview today” you nod, shifting nervously on your heels. 

“ahh. what’s your poison?” foggy asks, suddenly appearing as he grabs the folder from your hand and leans against the desk beside you.

he opens it and looks over the paperwork inside.

“neuropsych. got my bachelors a couple weeks ago, now i’m going for the masters.” you sigh, you fidget nervously.

“neuropsych. fancy. hey, maybe you can pay our bills.” foggy jokes and you smile.

“i do have a couple extra chickens roaming around if you’d like?” you chuckle, and foggy lets out a loud laugh, tossing his head back. 

“how old are you?”

all of our head snap towards karen who just stares at you.

“karen-” matt starts, and you just shake your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him, giving her a small smile.

“i’m 22.” 

“oh!” she exclaims, her eyebrows raised.

you simply clear your throat, looking over at the clock on the wall. 

“oh, i gotta go if i’m gonna make it on time.”

“let’s-”

“no. it’s okay. i’ll be there and back in an hour and half at most. just stay here. work on the case. or work on whatever you need. i know you have things you need to get done. it was great to meet you guys!” you say, giving matt a quick kiss and foggy was quick to hand you back your folder.

“you’re gonna do great.” matt smiles, holding his face in your hands.

“let’s hope.” you mumble.

you quickly rush out of the office and down the hall. once matt heard the elevator doors close, he turns to foggy and karen.

“wasn’t how i planned for you guys to meet. but i’m glad you did.” he smiles, shrugging slightly.

“i liked her. she seems good.” foggy smiles, feeling a growing fondness for you and how happy you made his best friend. 

“yeah.” karen nods, agreeing but not wanting to push the conversation any further.

matt could sense that something was up, but chose to ignore it as they all sat down around matt’s desk to work on their current case. they worked in remote silence, and foggy didn’t need matt’s super senses to be able to tell that something was up with karen. finally, after an hour of awkward tensions, matt let out a long sigh.

“okay, what is it?”

karen looked up, her eyebrows furrowed.

“what? nothing.”

“it’s clearly something.” foggy says, flipping the files closed and bringing his full attention to his friend.

karen pauses for a moment, before letting out a sigh. 

“she’s a kid, matt.”

“okay. first of all, she’s 22 years old. she’s an adult-”

“but she’s still a kid! she’s still in that phase of her life where she’s going to make mistakes and bad choices-”

“is that supposed to mean something, karen?”

“no, god no, matt i just...you couldn’t have picked someone a little older?”

“who like you?” matt chuckles dryly.

foggy sunk deeply back into his seat, unsure of where his place was, or even if he had one right now.

“that’s not what i’m trying to say.” she argues.

“then what are you trying to say?”

“she’s still in college for christs’ sake matt! she’s still a kid. she’s still growing and figuring out who she is! two years ago, she couldn’t drink alcohol and you were starting a law firm with your best friend and fighting crime out in the streets of new york! that’s not the least bit weird to you? i can’t help but look at this like it’s some...sick twisted fantasy of yours.”

foggy’s mouth drops open and matt just scoffed, shaking his head, so taken over by the anger and betrayal that he was feeling he hadn’t heard you walk up to the door of the office, now frozen in front of the door, just listening. 

“the upsetting fact that you think so little of me aside. i love her. i’m in love with her. nothing else matters. there’s nothing wrong with it. she’s an adult, and she knows how to make her own choices. she’s smart, and she’s intelligent, and she’s far more mature about this than you are. we are two consenting adults who love each other. foggy has no problem with it. maggie has no problem with it. the law has no problem with it. nobody has a problem with it other than you, karen.”

you hadn’t even noticed that you begun to cry until your body had forced you to sniffle, almost like a reflex. matt’s head snapped up and panic flooded through his body.

“shit.” he mumbled, rushing past karen and foggy and towards the front door where you stood, frozen in place, looking up at him. 

“hi.” you squeak out, your purse clutched in your hand. 

foggy and karen heard you at the door, and panic flooded their bodies. foggy immediately filled with worry for his friend and the girl he loved. matt just stands there listening to the sound of your uneven heart beat and the cracks in your voice, breaking his heart. he crumbled at the sound of you.

“sweetheart i-”

“no. it’s...it’s fine. i get it. i...i have to go home, actually. i’ll...call you.” you turn away and matt quickly reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“y/n wait-”

“let me go, matt. please. i just need some space right now.” you say, the tears streaming down your face. 

matt didn’t know what to do. every ounce of his body was begging his mind to not let go. to not let you walk out of this building without him. but he did.

“i’m sorry.” he says softly and he slowly drops his hand from your wrist.

“i know.” you nod, looking at his fallen face for just a moment before walking out and into the elevator, back to your car that was parked on the sidewalk. 

you sat in the driver’s seat for a moment before letting out a sob. karen’s reaction to you and your relationship is exactly what you were afraid of. you were afraid of the doubt it’d place in matt’s head. you were afraid that maybe she could convince him that what was happening between the two of you was, in fact, wrong. you were terrified of it happening, and then it did. as you fumbled with your car keys, matt slumped against the wall, hearing your muffled cries from your car, his heart falling apart at the sound of you struggling to breath and you shakily placed the key into the ignition. 

“matt i-” karen began, but matt held his hand up. 

“just...don’t. you have your opinion. you spoke your mind. i get it, you don’t approve of my relationship. but...she’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. you of all people should be able to see that, but i guess not.” matt chuckles dryly, running his hand over his face and letting out a breath. 

“matt it’s not like she knew that y/n was standing outside listening.” foggy sighs.

“so you’re taking her side!?” matt shouts, eyebrows furrowing as he pushes himself off the wall.

“no! you can be upset with karen for what she said all you want! but she didn’t intend for y/n to hear any of it. this wasn’t some well timed out master plan. it really sucks, and i really am sorry that she heard it, but you can’t be upset with karen for y/n overhearing. that being said, karen, they’re adults. they’re both grown. some people are forced to grow up quickly and some people are just mature enough to handle an age difference in their relationship. there’s nothing wrong with their relationship, and i really hoped that you thought more of matt than you clearly do.”

“i do think more of you than that. i’m sorry. i just...she’s young and i don’t want you to get hurt because she decides she wants something different in a year or two.” karen sighs.

“she won’t. she’s too stubborn to change her mind once it’s made up.” matt say, a small smile gracing his lips. 

there’s a silent pause before karen speaks up again.

“i’m sorry, matt.”

“i know, karen. i know.” matt sighs, closing his eyes, anxiously waiting for his phone to vibrate in his pocket. 

for the robotic spoken voice to speak out your name. but it wouldn’t. not right now, anyways. not while you were parked outside of your apartment complex, tears still coating your face. you hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings, which is why when your best friend, leanne, knocked on your window, you jumped so high you’d hit your head on the roof of your car. she covered her mouth in shock, and also in attempt to hide her laughter. 

“are you okay?” she asks, opening your car door for you, a small chuckle leaving her lips. 

“physically, yes. mentally and emotionally? probably not.” you sigh, grabbing your things and exiting your car. 

you hit the lock button on your keys almost immediately after she shuts the door. 

“what happened? interview not go well?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

she loops her arm into yours as you make your way towards the elevator. 

“i met matt’s friends today.” you say, pressing the button to your floor and watching the doors of the elevator slowly close. 

“oh?”

“yeah.”

“and i’m guessing it didn’t go well?” she questions.

“it went fine.”

“i’m confused. then what’s wrong?”

���it went fine until i left.”

“oh...that’s...what happened?”

“foggy was lovely. and karen was...reserved. but she apparently has a big problem with the age gap between matt and i. she called our relationship a sick and twisted fantasy. that sentence is lacking a bit of context, but it was still said.” you recalled, your throat closing as the tears pooled in your already burning eyes. 

the elevator door dinged, and as it opened, leanne had spoken up.

“if she wants to see sick and twisted fantasy, i can show her sick and twisted fantasy.” she scoffs, her feet stomping down the hallway. 

you two has recently gotten an apartment together after moving out of your shared dorm at cornell. it was decently sized, and you two had gotten a cut on the rent, courtesy of the landlord who happened to be a cornell alumni. 

anything for a fellow cornell bear!

“karen is the one matt dated for a while a few years ago, right?”

“right.” you sighed, pulling your apartment key out from the ring and unlocking the front door. 

leanne just nodded her head, unlinking your arms and placing her things on the bench in the hallway. 

“wanna go bar hopping?”

you let out a snort as you hung up your jacket on the coat rack. 

“bar hopping?”

“yeah. bar hopping. you could use a drink, and i could use a night out.”

“you went out last night.”

“and i’d like another one.” she shrugged.

you just smiled and shook your head. 

“as long as we can go to-”

“the press lounge? of course. and yes, we’ll skip josie’s.”

“you know me so well.” you smiled, and she nodded. 

“i know.”

meanwhile, foggy was pleading with matt as he followed him into his apartment.

“please, matt. i hardly ever ask you for anything! just please come with me. i’ll be all alone if you don’t go!”

“you won’t be alone, you’ll have marci.” matt chuckles, throwing off his jacket.

“she’ll be busy meeting fancy business people. plus, she told me to bring you! just...please?”

matt sighs, feeling obligated to oblige.

“fine, but if she calls-”

“gone. no questions asked. i totally understand.” foggy nods.

“where are we going?” matt asks, putting his jacket back on.

“the press lounge.”

matt stopped for a moment, his hand lingering along the lapel of his blazer. he knew it was your favorite bar. you loved the view, not that it made any difference to him, but he always indulged you. loving to listen to your voice as you’d explain the view and the stars in the sky which always led to a rant about how much you hated the light pollution in the city which always led to an alcohol induced tweet about how our society needed to do more to protect the environment. which was always deleted the following morning.

“everything okay?” foggy asks, matt cleared his throat and nodded.

“yeah, let’s go.”

the entire way there, matt was silently hoping that you’d decided to go out for a drink at your favorite bar. that you’d be there. and he’d be able to find you in the crowd, tell you how much he loved you and how nothing or no one could ever change his mind. he wouldn’t have to wait for your call. he could just tell you. because the fear of losing you was draining him of every other emotion he had. you were all he could think about. and he was all you could think about.

part 2

[hnychn]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

pairing: poly! bakusquad x gn! reader

summary: why settle for one lover when you could have five? 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 🐝: ugh i love the idea of all five of these assholes in one relationship !! it just makes my heart 😫. lmk what you thought of it, i appreciate any constructive criticism that'll help me improve 🤍 i'm also working on a shoto work next so!! PS. this ended up being a lot longer than i thought, so i'll be making it into diferent parts!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞

ur their baby

sorry

don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

so first and foremost, how you became a part of their relationship.

surprisingly, it was bakugo who brought up the idea to the others 😳

you're not in 1a, but you are in the support class. you make them gadgets 😌

and bakugo met you when the last student who was supposed to be responsible for his costume design and other shit refused to work with bakugo anymore

that was the sixth guy to quit

so you offered to pick up his work 😌

otherwise the storyline wouldn't continue

so bakugo goes to you after school and is like, "listen here you fucking extra-"

and that's as far as he got before you interrupted him and was like:

"no yOU listen you hot-headed cyndaquil! the only reason you should be talking to me is if you want to submit a request for your costume. other than that, don't look at me. don't speak to me. don't even breathe near me. GOT IT?!"

and he was just. . .😳 damn

highkey thought your yelling was hot

so the weeks pass and surprisingly he listens to you and doesn't speak to you outside of making requests for his costume or giving feedback

and your relationship with him is relatively stable

you're not friends but you can live together without ripping each other apart

there's a term for it but i forget what it is

he starts coming by more often because there's a kink in one of your gadgets

so you ask him to stay after school to test it out and figure out what the problem is

you end up talking

and you realise he's not as much of an asshole as you thought he was

and your relationship turns into more of a "friendship" but not if that makes sense?

like, "ok so i don't hate you, but i still hate you."

does that make sense? i how it does

anyways,

the two of you start saying hi in the halls or nodding at each other

bakugo's babies see this and are like ??

yOU MADE A FREND??

yes. yes he did 😌

so kirishima and mina try and convince him to introduce them to you

"why would i introduce you to that dumbass? they're nothing special."

he doesn't mean it, he's just flustered.

so kirishima, mina, kaminari, and sero start looking out for you in the halls

and they start picking up on your routine

without knowing they basically know your schedule

it's bakugo who points it out when kirishima said it was time to go

🦈 "oh! it's time to go guys!"

💥 "why? lunch isn't even over yet"

⚡️ "y/n usually goes to that vending machine by their art class during this time"

💥 ". . . how do you fuckers know that?"

and they're all silent like. . . how do they know that?

that's when it hits then that without them knowing, you slipped your way into their heart

because here they were,

right next to the vending machine where you always go 20 minutes before lunch ended to get a small snack

and when you get there and see bakugo surrounded by a bunch of people looking at you with starry eyed

". . . hi?"

mina lunges at you and asks how the hell you tamed bakugo

"easy, i beat his ass."

"NO YOU DIDN'T YOU FUCKER!"

and you just snort at his reaction and put some coins into the vending machine

"why do you think your gauntlet backfired yesterday, dumbass?"

and he blanks like. . .wait. . . wAIT A MINUTE

"THAT WAS YOU?!"

you nod, "wish i was there to see it though."

and you pout

fUCKING.

POUT.

and they all just feel their heart go doki doki

so the bell rings for class to start and you say goodbye to them and kaminari promises to show you the video he took of bakugo's gauntlet backfiring tmr at lunch

and while they're walking to class, none of them are talking

which is very unusual

but they all know their thoughts are only of you

it's kind of like an unspoken agreement that they're all falling for you

they have a hard time paying attention in class that day.

OK NEXT DAY!!

so you rush over to the bakusquad and practically throw yourself at kaminari

because you wanna see that video

you don't notice he's a blushing mess and the others are staring a bit bitterly because

:I i want that

so he shows you the video and you start laughing so hard

and it's so contagious and soon they're all laughing

except bakugo because he refuses to laugh at himself

but they suddenly hear someone calling your name

and you all look over and see some guy who's also from general studies

they see you roll your eyes and mutter, "fucking hell" under your breath

so it's safe to assume you don't like this guy.

"hey l/n."

"hey tanaka. . ."

the boy shoves his hands in his pockets, "so about that date saturday-"

you might have slapped the bakusquad in the face with a fish because holy-

they never considered you were seeing anyone and now they're kinda heartbroken because oop-

caught feelings too quick 🙊

but you grind your teeth, "it's not a date tanaka. the teacher paired us up for a project because he knows you're so incapable of doing anything on your own you have to be watched like a child."

anD WHOO BOY THEY WERE NOT EXPECTING THAT

kaminari snorts a bit before slapping a hand over his mouth

mina grabs kirishima's arm and burries her face into his jacket to stifle her laughs

kirishima and sero and just staring at each other with wide eyes and slowly growing smiles like "bro did they just say that?" "dude i think they did!"

and bakugo. . .

he's staring at you with the proudest look in his eyes and a smirk because yeah, that's his baby

wait what.

now the boy is a bit embarrassed that you said that in front of some of the school's top heroes

so he sputters a bit before walking away with a red face

💥 "damn i didn't know you had that in you, spit fire."

you stare at him a bit with a small blush at the nickname

and you sputter out a thanks before making an excuse to leave (something about banana milk)

and they all stare at each other

⚡️ ". . .did they . ."

🦈 "was that a-"

🍊 "holy fuck that was-"

💥 "-adorable."

mina is took shocked to say anything

during this time, you bang to realise your feelings for the group as well

but you thought you were being selfish for wanting all five of them

so you kind of avoid them for the next few days in hopes of your feelings going away

you change up your schedule

and when you see them or one of then in the halls you turn around and go another direction

they were a bit confused as to what they did

but kirisima assured them that you were probably just working out your feelings and they should respect that

so they did

and they pretended it didn't hurt when you suddenly dart the other way when you see one of them

they gave you your space

and they thought you would come to them when you had everything worked out

until bakugo cane storming into the dorms one day

he was obviously pissed, but his eyes were also a bit glossy

so they all dragged him to kirishima's room since it was closest and asked him was was wrong

💥 "that dumbass quit from making my items."

and they were all kind of shocked

like wtf ??

uhm, for why?

you had assured bakugo that you wouldn't be another one of those losers who resigned because of his eccentric personality

and yet here we are

they spend the rest of the night in kirishima' room comforting bakugo

because he really took it the hardest

like sure the others liked you too,

but bakugo spent the most time with you

and developed a deeper relationship with you than the others

so the next day,

kirishima wants to talk to you

so he goes to the support room and bumps into hatsume as she was walking out

he asks her if you're in

"oh, yeah they are, I'll go get them for you."

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be uhhh oops

so you come out, not knowing it was kirishima asking for you because hatsume was vague

only telling you, "someone wants to talk to you"

like ok specifics??

anyways

you're like. . . oop heyyy. . .

because you knew what he was there for

the two of you don’t say anything for a bit

you’re just staring at your shoes and he’s looking at you with a small frown on his face 

lowkey he’s kinda disappointed in you

so he finally speaks first

“you quit.” 

it’s not a question, or something you were expecting 

but you nod 

there’s another silence 

“why?” 

you fiddle with your fingers for a bit. 

now this was a question you were expecting, though, you didn’t want to answer 

kirishima is a patient boy though, and waits for you to gather the courage to tell him 

he’s not leaving without an answer

“i just-” you begin, “i. . .” 

kirishima is still waiting patiently for your answer 

“i don’t want to be selfish.” 

now he surprised. wdym selfish. please explain.

“it’s just- you all already have such an established relationship and i don’t want to interrupt that. you guys have a schedule. adding myself into the mix would only mess all of that up, and no matter how strong my feelings are for all of you, i could never mess up your relationship like that. it would be so selfish of me to put my feelings before all of yours, so i thought the only way to get rid of these feeling as to distance myself from all of you...” 

“starting with bakugo...” kirishima whispered after your rambling came to an end. 

you nodded 

kiri was at a stand still for a bit 

and it was silent once again in the hall

kiri knew his lovers had feelings for you too, and would have no problem adding you into the relationship, 

but he also knew he couldn’t fore you into anything 

he was about to reassure you that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything and that they would love to have you in the relationship 

but then you were tackled 

to the ground 

by kaminari 

and smacked your head against the floor

really hard

like, you passed out 

ahaha. . .

when you wake up, your head feels like it’s going to split open

and the loud voices aren’t helping 

so you let out a groan, “shut the fuck up...” 

and everything goes silent. 

until someone SCREAMS AGAIN

“YOU’RE AWAKE!” 

it’s kaminari 

bless his soul

poor baby is a bit slow 

so you groan out again and clutch your head

bakugo slaps the back of kaminari’s head

“shut the fuck up, dunce face!” 

he whisper shouts

mina hands you some pain killers recovery girl said you give you when you woke up, and sero hands you a glass of water 

they’re all watching you as you take the pills 

it’s silent for a bit 

and it’s making you anxious, so you fiddle with the empty glass for a bit before bakugo snatches it from you, 

“dumbass...” he muttered as he refilled it and handed it back to you

sero rubs the back of his head, “so...” 

mina pulls at the hem of her sweater, “we heard everything you said to kirishima.” 

kaminari sits next to you on the bed and whispers, “sorry for tackling you. i just got a bit emotional...” 

I'm so sorry this is getting so long 😭😭 i'm trying to wrap this up so if it gets a bit jumbled, my bad

so they all reassyre you you're more than welcome into their relationship and wouldn't be interfering with anything

so you agree

and they're all so happy 🥳🥳

and while everyone is celebrating

(quietly because your head still feels like shit)

bakugo comes up to you

"you better start making my items again, dumbass. those other dipshits in your class don't know what they're doing."

bakugo only said that because they weren't you but he'd never outright say that to you

OK ITS OVER OH MY

IT GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY LMAO

[jamaiskookie]

i would like more soundcloud rapper yoongi x idol y/n please it’s so cute

v-live alert! -myg

pairing: idol! y/n x soundcloud rapper! yoongi

wc; 2.9k

a/n: lots of you asked, and so you shall receive. ps, i wrote this really rushed but i kinda love it. lmk what you think, love you guys <3

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE! 

the v-live notification. or, more accurately, the sound of war. alternatively, you dance around your studio on a livestream and yoongi has a mental breakdown. 

masterlist  PREV

“i miss you too!“ you say, replying to one of the first comments that pop up on the live.

you probably should’ve showered before going live... and you probably should’ve changed out of sweats. 

whatever.

it’s not like your fans haven’t seen this before.

half of your pre-debut pictures are just downright disgusting. 

the number of viewers on the top of your phone begins to climb up to the thousands, increasing every half a second. 

it always amazes you how many people show up to your lives. sometimes you wonder if your fans genuinely have nothing better to do. how do they always show up so fast?

the comments begin to flood with greetings and exclamations of ‘oh my god i’m so early!11!1’ and the multicoloured heart pop up on your screen, building up an impressive stream of likes. 

“where am i?“ you read through the comments and look around, as if you forgot where you were. “in the studio.“ you grin when the comments flood with questions asking if dreamcloud is getting new music.

you can’t answer, of course, but it’s fun to see. you squint at your phone, which is propped on an elaborate setup that you spent the past twenty minutes preparing. 

(three books on one eyeshadow palette and a selfie stick gingerly placed on a small stool)

((you pray to every deity out there that it won’t fall))

“i was just bored,“ you shrug, speaking to the screen. “so i decided to come on here and talk to you guys. how have you been?“ you ask. 

hundreds of comments answer. 

“i’m alright“

“i’m good!“

most of them contain some form of sappy declaration like ‘my day is much better now that you’re here!’ it makes you smile. how cute. 

the v-live notification. 

or, more accurately, the sound of war. 

that cursed, terrible ding! haunts yoongi’s darkest and most terrifying nightmares. the sheer amount of panic that rushes through his veins when he hears that godforsaken noise, god. 

the number of lives he’s missed- yoongi can’t even bear to think about it. 

so maybe it was a blessing in disguise that yoongi put his phone on do not disturb so he didn’t have to hear that disgusting sound. instead, he found out the news via a gorilla’s screech.

“Y/N’S LIVE RIGHT NOW STARTED FOURTY SECONDS AGO HURRY UP YOONGI GET YOUR ASS UP AND STOP STUDYI-“ jimin yells from his room down the hall. 

yoongi almost falls out of his chair scrambling to get to his phone. it’s not like he was really studying anyways- more like using his pencils to tap out a cool-sounding beat on his desk out of boredom. 

watching your live > passing his music theory class.

priorities. 

with shaky hands, he grabs at his phone, slumping onto the floor and he sees the familiar blue icon with the notification popped up on the screen. 

[V LIVE] Surprise LIVE! Y/N: let’s chat <3

an unnatural squeak that slightly resembles the sound a mouse slips out of yoongi’s mouth.

even when he was a baby starrie and was glued to his phone at all times, he’s never been this early to a live. he unlocks his phone, cursing his momentary clumsiness. he clicks into the live, smiling when your beaming face blasts up on his screen. 

you haven’t gone live in so long- it’s nice to see your face again. 

“- how have you been?“ 

“good.“ yoongi types out in the comment box, mumbling the words as he’s typing. “way better now that you’re live.“ sometimes yoongi cringes at himself when he types these things. i mean, who could possibly guess that min yoongi, resident scary-emo-couldslapyouintheface bad boy socially un-responsible simped over a k-pop idol?

he can already see his reputation go down the drain. 

he also wonders what it says about himself that he’s a 20-something college student who’s life practically revolves around you, an idol who’s just about a year younger than him.

but dreamcloud is a part of his identity now. he identifies as a starrie no matter what. you know how the old saying goes-

once you stan, you can’t unstan. or something like that, he’s honestly not sure. 

you tuck your head onto your hand, diligently trying to keep up with all the comment. with a gasp, you nod at something. “oh, you’re right, user yoonalova98!” - that’s another thing special about you. whenever you read out comments, you also read out the username of whoever wrote it. 

you explained in one interview- that it’s cooler to give credit and talk to your fans as if you’re just chatting as friend. saying the username feels like you’re saying their names. 

what kind of lucky fan would get their comment read aloud by Y/N?

ugh. 

yoongi blinks when he remembers that technically, he’s sort of part of this group of elite, recognised fans. 

his twitter stan account got almost five thousand more followers after Y/N replied to his selca. the post itself has tons and tons of likes and retweets. 

insane, that Y/N- Y/N herself- knows of his existence. Y/N- the love of his life, has seen his FACE. she commented three HEART emojis below a selfie that he took. 

if he thinks about it too much, he’ll start feeling faint again.  

“our anniversary is coming up soon! i can’t believe it’s been three years already. time does pass by when you’re having fun.“ you say. yoongi thinks that it’s rather ironic that you would forget your anniversary, when yoongi’s had a calendar countdown to January 14th since the beginning of september. 

“ahh,“ you say, leaning in closer to the screen. “from user lialiarach, ‘did you watch jisoo unnie’s acting debut’ - i did! we all watched it and cheered her on during the premiere!“ 

jisoo’s new drama is good. it’s a fantasy-horror blend, and he, jimin, namjoon and jin finished all 16 episodes in two days when streaming hit Netflix. 

your head tilts and you smile. “song recommendations?” you wonder aloud, and yoongi scrambles to get a pen and notepad out. you don’t do ‘y/n’s listening parties’ as much anymore, but your taste in music is impeccable and he collects all the songs in a playlist. 

it’s called ‘wedding tunes’ (jimin named it, not him, yoongi swears) 

everytime he tries to change it back, it somehow switches back to wedding tunes the next day. 

it’s disturbing how good jimin is at this kind of stuff. hopefully yoongi won’t have to bail him out of jail one day. 

“okay!“ you say, pulling your laptop open. you hum as you scroll through some page that yoongi can’t see- and he anxiously waits for the first song to be played with twitchy hands and a strong grip on his pen. 

the first bar plays out and yoongi’s already in love.

“this is,“ you say over the music, double checking just to make sure. “don’t need your love by NCT...“ you squint. god knows there are too many NCT members. “dream! NCT dream featuring HRVY.“ 

“NCT dream...“ yoongi mumbles to himself, writing the song down on the notepad. 

“you know,“ you say over the music, spinning in your chair and nodding to the beat. “i’ve only met the NCT guys a couple times at music shows and such but they’re all so nice. i can’t remember all their names, but i’m decently familiar with their faces. how do they even have 23 members? how does it all work??“ 

you dance around the studio, singing along nonsensical lyrics that don’t make sense but sort of fit the rhythm of the song (??) 

“don’t need your loo-ooove-!!! dum dum duhhhh duhros noya!!!” yoongi stifles a laugh. there’s a reason why you constantly forget lyrics on stage. 

which is quite ironic, actually, because half the time you’re forgetting the lyrics to a song you wrote yourself. 

afterwards, you play all the hidden gems- and yoongi’s proud to say he’s familiar with quite a few of them. 

airplane by j-hope (a youtube star turned successful rapper-vocalist-dancer)

sweet night by v (the internet’s resident eye-candy)

and then you continue to scroll through your laptop, biting your lip and murmuring quietly to yourself. you glance once back at your phone screen. 

okay, listen.

yoongi knows that he’s delusional, okay?

but everytime you look straight in the screen it’s almost like you’re looking directly at the camera it’s almost like you’re staring into his soul. which makes zero sense, but it still makes his heart skip a beat.

let him dream, please

“what am i scrolling through?“ you say, reciting a question from the chat. “soundcloud, user chachachae.“ 

soundcloud? 

oh.

that’s pretty cool.

he didn’t know you had a soundcloud account!

you usually post all your covers and random shorts to instagram or another one of your personal blogs. 

for a moment, yoongi indulges himself by wondering if you’d ever listened to his music. his soundcloud account is linked in his twitter bio, after all... 

but he shakes those thoughts away as fast as they came. he doesn’t need to entertain himself with such silly thoughts. 

“ooh, this one’s good!“ you say, clicking onto something. 

still with you by JAYKAY (pffftt haihdkahjd) starts playing and you lean back, humming along. yoongi knows this one too!! now he’s 3 for 3!! he and you do share a similar taste in music, so maybe it does make sense. 

even though you’re actually main vocalist and lead dancer, you do listen to a lot of rap music. but the music you make is nothing like the old school hip hop tracks that yoongi is partial to. 

the music you make- how can he explain it? 

sweet like honey with a little bit of tang. 

like barbecue honey!!!!

ok that was a bad analogy. 

all of his favourite dreamcloud tracks are written by you- cloud nine, up in the sky, are u still here, quicksand- the list goes on and on and on. 

it’s like listening to your voice solves anything he goes against. bad day? dreamcloud. something to celebrate? blast your debut song. in need of a party song? easy fix. he gets aux cord rights? (granted, this doesn’t happen very often, since seokjin insists that his music taste is superior to his friends.) but anyways, y/n can fix it. 

listening to your voice feels comforting. it invokes something in him that he honestly cannot explain with words. you’re his inspiration. not just in music- but in life. he admires how you’re able to smile through anything, how you take responsibility for your own actions. 

he admires your kind heart, which offers generosity and forgiveness to even the most underserving people. 

he admires your passion, for music, for your members, for the smallest things. he admires how you’ll love everyone and anyone. 

even though he’s never really met you, he feels like he knows you. he wishes he could, anyways. he wants to thank the person who’s gotten him through such bad days. 

yoongi curses himself again for being so delusional. 

he keeps telling himself that he can’t get so attached. then he’ll end up like one of those creepy fans who are convinced their idols actually like them. 

blech.

“okay, next song!“ you exclaim cheerfully. “i really like this one, guys. he’s this soundcloud star. he makes really cool music.“ yoongi readies his pen. if this person really is a soundcloud star, then there’s a high chance yoongi knows of him. a smaller chance that he actually knows the guy personally; either online or from real life. 

you press the space bar almost obnoxiously, like you’re about to reveal something grand. you look into the camera, and you lock eyes with yoongi- through that cursed, horrible screen. 

the first note plays and yoongi thinks that it sounds... oddly familiar, actually. for a moment, he sighs in disappointment. this one doesn’t sound as great as the previous few songs. almost like it’s incomplete, imperfect. something about it bugs him at the very bottom of his gut. 

jimin figures it out before he does. 

“AHHHHHHHHH YOONGI!!! OH MY GOD-!!!! YOONGI ARE YOU SEEING THIS? YOONGI!! HYUNG!“ yoongi grumbles, wondering what the hell jimin is screeching about now. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake,“ he mumbles. the difference between him and jimin is the way they express their emotions. while yoongi bottles it all up, choosing to deal with things alone and slump around, jimin has no other choice but to scream things out. it’s a wonder they’re such good friends, really. “what is it now?“ yoongi mutters to himself. 

“yeah yeah, a gentle breeze- “ and then it hits him. all at once. 

“holy fucking shit.“ he whispers to himself, slumping down on the floor. he can barely hear what you say next.

“this song is called people by agust d. he goes by the name suga on social media-!“ yoongi falls down, gasping for air. “i’m a fan,“ you remark casually. “mr. suga producer-nim!! i’m your fan! please continue to make good music!“ you chuckle. “what am i doing right now? he probably isn’t even watching.“ you stare innocently at the phone camera, as if you don’t even know that you’re changing someone’s life right now. 

out of his peripheral vision, he can see jimin rushing into the room, crouching next to him and placing a hand on his back, murmuring something yoongi can’t hear through the sound of his sobs. 

huh. when did he even start crying?

“he makes rap and really cool hip hop music. you guys should give him a listen. his lyrics are really meaningful, too.“ you nod along, reciting the lyrics word for word- even though you really can’t rap. 

“what kind of person am I? am I a good person? or a bad person? many of ways to judge just a person. everyone will live on, everyone will love, everyone will fade away“ you headbang along to the beat. 

yoongi slides down the wall inch by inch. he wonders if he’ll faint or vomit first.

other people seem to make fun of people like him- people who find solace in idols, in music. that’s partially why he doesn’t like disclosing the fact that he’s a diehard fan of an idol girl group. 

but in hindsight, that’s so stupid. who gives two fucks about his interests? hell, yoongi’s been depressed half his life. and if a group of girls who sing songs and perform make him feel better, what’s so wrong with that?

 jimin’s voice is a little clearer now, and so is yours. you’re singing along to the lyrics- the lyrics that he wrote. the lyrics that he spent hours agonising over, wondering whether his shortcomings and anxiety in his life were worth posting on the internet for his measly following to see. 

wondering if the music he made had any impact at all, if one day he might see his dream come true, to see his music being played in public. wondering if anyone might hear his songs and think that it helped them get over a bad day. just like you have for him. 

yoongi’s sobs wrack through his body, tears flowing freely on his face. he’s crying hard. ugly crying, like a baby throwing a temper tantrum. his cries echo through the room. if he could see himself right now...

well, he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s sure it’s not a pretty view. 

jimin looks over him, smiling proudly. his eyes are glassy, and he tucks yoongi’s head in his chest, putting his arms around him and embracing him. 

yoongi’s shoulders shake. if it was any other day, he would usher jimin out the room. he hates it when people see him being vulnerable. even his own family hasn’t seen him cry that much. 

but right now, he can’t bring himself to do anything but cry. other people may ask why this is such a big deal, why someone emotionally constipated like min yoongi would cry like this for such a small matter. 

this, he doesn’t know how to explain either. 

all he can think about is how much it means to him. that someone he admires so much is now, in turn, saying his music- no, his life- is good. nothing much else. but just knowing that you’ve listened to his work, that you know of his alter ego’s name...

his crying sounds grow larger. 

jimin pets at his hair. “shh,” he murmurs. “it’s okay.” jimin’s voice also grows a little shaky. he tears up, but continues to comfort the crying boy in his arms. “you did it, hyung. it’s okay. you made it. you did it. why are you crying? this is good news! this is so great! i’m proud of you, we’re all so proud of you.” 

yoongi tries to speak; it doesn’t go very well. but when he tries again, he manages to choke something out. 

“i did it.“ he says, before burying his face back into jimin’s hug. the two boys sit on the ground, crying together. an hour passes, then two. 

slowly, yoongi drifts off to bed on the ground, the melody of his own song blended with sound of your voice echoing in his head. 

my ordinary became your special, my special became your ordinary. so what? what if you just brush by? what if you get hurt? sometimes you might get hurt again, sometimes you might shed tears. so what? so what if you live like that? 

~ people by agust d

tags; @jksbbyfacebunny @extremeobsessions101​​ @dwcljh​ @stonyiscanon​ @bishuthot​ @s0seo​ @cecedrake2217​ 

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S5 Ep 17:  Joey Falling Down for 20 Minutes

It is HOT in my house and so I’m going to do my best but no promises!

It’s a holiday weekend, which usually means I should catch up on work that’s falling behind, but today means that it is too hot to do anything but talk about this weird arc of Yugioh. One where, in case you forgot, we are in an isekai that takes place in an Egyptian pyramid that is in the Northern part of India. Oh, and this isekai was made by Alexander the Freakin Great. Don’t worry about it.

What’s weird about this, is that we are definitely in that anime video game isekai genre, but we are actually in less of an isekai realm than normal Yugioh. There’s no game stats. There’s no game rules. Just these pokemon tubes we shoot at other monsters and we just let them do whatever. Kinda like a reverse isekai if you will.

This arc definitely has more of a Rated G quality to it, it’s trying really hard to capture that Wile E. Coyote feel. And does it hit it? No, not really, which is a shame because we would all like to see an Emperor’s New Groove style of wackiness applied to any show, honestly. But, instead, we get so many dry one liners out of Joey Wheeler who is like side-eyeing the camera like “nyeh, remember when this show was grimdark?”

(read more under the cut)

At some point last episode Joey Wheeler got abducted by this bird, who is a mother of this many children.

I don’t know why anyone in their right mind would be like “yes, Joey is delicious” but these birds will try to eat Joey for the rest of this episode. Some sort of crazy pheromone is going on with his shampoo, and they want all of it.

Faced with the end of this gimmick we are introduced to that convenient tree branch that is in basically every animated show with a freefall in it, but something about Yugioh feels just real enough to make this particular splat....REALLY painful looking.

And after this series of random events, we get yet another convenient plot device.

Usually you have to go out and find your MacGuffin, but in the case of Joey Wheeler the MacGuffin got tired of waiting and just went out to greet him.

Alexander the Great’s free time sure is something else if he just made a magical D&D campaign with monsters and stuff and then just...never used it. He just decided to leave this here for hundreds of years later. Just cuz he was too busy taking over the middle East and romancing just so many people, I guess?

Haunted D&D game for sale, never used.

We are finally introduced with a rule to this game, and the rule is: You will die. Does that mean now their Pokemon run is Nuzlocke?

Man...I think I have used a Nuzlocke joke on this blog here before but like it just really changes the dynamics of Pokemon if they can freakin die and then Ash Ketchum also freakin dies.

Like take this orange “baby” dragon with pecks that are the size of hubcaps. If it freakin dies, so does Joey Wheeler.

Joey of course, can’t truly walk anymore, so it’s a good thing he’s letting baby dragon do all the work.

Meanwhile, in the woods, Yugi is getting attacked by a bunch of trees and that just makes sense.

These Deku trees look so much like something out of a Adult Swim show but I cannot put my finger on what it is. I think it’s that hair. It has strong vibes to something I watched in my youth...but I don’t know what it was at all.

Anyway, trapped in a small corner, Yami gets his second monster to bond with his entire soul, and it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d get really excited about.

This animation of Yami smiling as he stares into the horrific fire he started in the woods to burn so many sentient trees is very on point for Yugioh.

Never let Yami back into California.

Straight up fire season is a few months going now, and I’m already so tired of the endless anxiety that is fire season.

Meanwhile, Joey has gone to a waterfall, most likely in order to ice his crotch from falling directly onto a tree branch.

Coincidentally, he finds yet another MacGuffin. And like, I guess this is because of Joey being lucky, but it’s extremely kid’s show because stuff just keeps happening.

Baby Dragon sets Joey Wheeler on fire again (FREAKIN FIRE) and honestly...how many times are we going to set Joey Wheeler on fire in this show? We’ve had a literal fireball, fire golem, that god card that was just a fire bird, and like...an actual volcano last season?

Is Joey made out of asbestos?

Good thing Kaiba isn’t here to completely disregard this map, but although they’re certainly better about finding out where to go than a Kaiba...they ain’t good at it.

Tea and Tristan spend this whole episode fighting a giant merman. It felt a lot like card stuff so I skipped most of it, just know the big thing was that Tea remembered that her pokemon can heal Tristan. And that was a little weird because Tristan was like “That’s the GOOD STUFF give me MORE OF THAT” and it’s like...would it actually feel a little bit like drugs?

I mean it would, right?

And then, as it looked like they were about to die, the episode ended with a mysterious man using his monster to save them, that’s right, it’s the only other person it could possibly be.

Not Kaiba, I know. We all wish it were, but it appears that Seto got grounded this arc, and when he was like “Roland! We are going to India!” Mokuba and everyone else in that office promptly hid the keys to the wifejet by flushing them directly down Seto’s dragon-shaped toilet.

Instead it’s just Grandpa.

Pretty sure Kaiba’s voice actor went on vacation during this arc, from what I’ve heard.

PS, as you can see--I numbered the episodes wrong. We are on 17 now. I have no idea how that happened. I don’t know where I went wrong. I will probably not fix it.

Like seriously how do I keep misnumbering these episodes, haha.

Anyway, hope y’all have a safe holiday weekend for those that celebrate, and if you want to see fireworks, go to a show done by a licensed professional (not your weird cousin), or get a good score in Super Mario, or watch it on TV. Overall, don’t be the dumbass that burns down half of California! And have a good time!

And if you aren’t doing anything this weekend, or you’re just new to the blog--hello! You can read all of these episodes from S1 Ep1 using this link.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[buckysbest]

IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN'T

CHAPTER TWO: CAN I?

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader

Series Warnings: NSFW TOPICS, Manipulative/Toxic tendencies, sad boi steve rogers, cheating, alcohol

Series Summary: Heartbreak follows her everywhere and Steve Rogers is nothing but the latest victim, at least thats what she thought? Now she can't shake the feeling of him no matter where she goes.

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I am have just had a lot going on the past few weeks. I absolutely adore all of you (@lookiamtrying im talking to you extra) and I cant wait to see what you guys think!

ps sorry for any typos lol I really wanted to give you guys something today

Series Masterlist coming soon // Masterlist Coming soon

You could pretend you weren't petty and you could pretend he didn't have your blood boiling, but you knew you’d only be lying to yourself. At the sound of her voice, your stomach had dropped practically through the pavement and you were pissed.

Your “vacation” in Miami now officially cut short as you found yourself leaning back into your increasingly uncomfortable plane seat. You drummed your nails on the back of your phone as you began to actually consider the consequences that would follow the impulse purchase of your ticket.

You knew you shouldn't go back. You knew what kind of message this sent.

It practically screamed your need for attention from your boy in red, white, and blue while also displaying the jealousy you couldn't quite push down for all yo see

But you just couldn't help yourself.

If he was going to disrupt your plans this heavily, the least you could do is return the favor.

The sun was just rising over the wing of the aircraft as the flight attendants made their final rounds and speeches to the nearly empty plane. The pounding headache from your night of partying was only worsened as the roar of the engines seemed to get louder and louder. In an attempt to mitigate the pain, you pushed the power button on your phone and shoved it into the seat pocket beside you. Your head found the back of the seat with a small groan as your frustration with yourself only grew.

In need of some peace, you let your tired and heavy eyes drape shut. Much to your dismay, they only provided a screen for the tortuous highlight reel of his hands on your body to play upon.

This was going to be a long flight.

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As the wheels of the plane finally landed, you quickly gathered your limited belongings and headed straight for the exit. Your rushed departure from Miami couldn't have been more obvious to the other passengers and pedestrians around you. The early morning business class was filled mostly with people in professional wear which provided a stark contrast to your, albeit, slutty and glittering minidress.

Your heels echoed throughout the airport with each step toward the exit of the building, disrupting the stillness of the morning. As you finally crossed the threshold into the fresh air, your driver waved you down excitedly. The pain in your head worsened once again as your agitation grew and you slid on your sunglasses with an eye roll.

“Miss. Y/N, it is really so lovely to see you, we all missed you so much! Your father was incredibly excited that you decided to come home early!”

As you walked further from the building, he rushed around you, gathering your belongings from you as he continued to sprinkle you with unnecessary compliments.

“Mhm, yeah, Thomas, that's really lovely- truly, do you mind though, can we just skip home and just go to the penthouse please?”

The request surprised him a bit, probably because your father prepared him for a different sight exiting the airport. Instead of a burnt out party-girl chomping at the bit for the comforts of home, he was met with a hungover and irritable heiress already smothered over her newly acquired lack of freedom.

The serenity of the ride into the city allowed you a moment of reflection as hints of guilt began to pool in the bottom of your stomach. While your attitude didn't completely improve, you did feel bad for the way you had spoken to Thomas because in all fairness, the limo was far warmer and comforting than the unwelcoming New York air and you knew he was simply doing his job.

The tension in the vehicle seemed to diffuse a little as you got closer to your apartment. Your eyes and energy had rather refocused on the real reason for your return as you turned to your phone, staring at the messages Steve had left you.

3:15 (We’ll talk in the morning, ok?)

3:20 (Sweetheart, look, if it's really important, I can stay up for a bit longer)

4:00 (did you at least get home safe?)

5:00 (doll, you're making me nervous, please just let me know your safe)

You bit your lip in concentration but your eyes were drawn away from your phone before you could craft a response as the car found itself coming to a slow stop. Thomas made his way to your door, opening it and offering you a hand as you stepped out and took in the building. After the all-too-long ride up the elevator, your mind was settled as you entered your top floor home. It was just how you had left it two months ago and it felt good to be back.

“Just a moment thomas, I just need to get changed”

Thomas awkwardly dismissed himself back to the car as you walked into your bedroom and subsequent closet. You paused under your closet archway briefly to finally type the response you had been thinking over.

8:00 am ( can I come over? or do you have company)

Your nails met your lips as you nervously awaited his response.

8:00 am (wait what? are you home already?)

8:00 am (you know you can come over anytime )

A smile grew on your lips at his timely response. Your hands rummaged through the variety of drawers lining the walls of your wardrobe before stopping to feel the lace of a white set of lingerie you knew he couldn't resist. Sliding it on, your eyes gel onto the perfect outfit for your intended purposes.

The black velvet top and matching skirt hugged your body in a way that should be illegal while your diamond-studded pumps found their way onto the floor replaced by equally stunning white pumps. They rubbed slightly on the blisters you had acquired in the past week as you quickly made your way back out the door after grabbing your handbag from the couch.

‘He lived right down the street’ you repeated to yourself as traffic dragged what should have been a five minute ride into a fifteen minute endeavor.

The anticipation of being reunited began to expose itself as your skin began to glisten and an excited glow rose onto your face. Before Thomas could even put the car fully in park, you had already opened the door, saying a quick don't wait up before slamming the door shut.

Your legs couldn't seem to move quick enough as you walked through the hallways until you reached his door. Your heels must have given your arrival away because before your knuckles could even knock on the door, he swung it open and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I am so glad you're safe”

His warm breath tickled your neck as he mumbled the soft words into your hair. A small smile found its way onto your face at the notion before you raised yourself onto your tippy toes, whispering back an “I missed you”.

You could feel the silence and comfort in everyone of your muscles as they relaxed into the man you knew all too well. You turned around, stepping into the threshold of his home without breaking the strong grip that he still had on you. Taking the small note, he released you slightly, pulling his large frame through the door as well before he shut it gently. His eyes softened as they met yours for the first time in two months.

“What are you doing home?” A small smile raised onto his face as you took another step into him, laying your head on his chest.

“I already told you, I missed you,” you replied as his hands that laid respectfully on your lower back were lowered by your own mischievous hands. You placed a soft kiss beneath his ear, “Did you miss me too Cap?”

A small groan left his mouth at the nickname and you knew you were close to getting what you wanted.

You lead his hands once again lower, this time to the bottom of your skirt, prompting him to slide it up a bit. Your hands finally left his as you reached them up around his neck and leaned in.

His lips met yours halfway in a movement that could only be described as desperate.

The slow and agonizing pace that he had tried to set for you was now gone as he patted your thighs and you jumped. He carried you to his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you.

His mouth then began to make its way down the side of your neck, eliciting a loud moan from your painted lips. A satisfied smirk momentarily appeared on his face as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. They seemed to search your eyes for a moment before they broke away from yours with a small frown. His hovering form came down as he placed his head on your chest with a groan.

“What's wrong cap?” you joked slightly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Steve?”

“I can’t do this doll.” His sweet eyes raised to meet yours and you could immediately tell they were filled to the brim with guilt.

“Of course you can Ste-”

“You don’t understand y/n,” he said with a deep sigh before pulling himself further back and standing up. He began to pace slightly as he continued with a frustrated groan, “I- fuck- “

Your eyes widened at the uncharacteristic language and behavior of your golden boy as his eyes met yours once again. “I-I finally found someone who will give me what you cant y/n.” He paused momentarily, as if being hit by the recoil of the gun he had just fired into your heart. “She, She really sees a future with me doll and, and I-I can't just throw that all away for nothing” he says. His words and his eyes were laced with propositions and it really appears like he's trying to convince himself more than you.

Nonetheless, your heart dropped to your stomach and you could feel tears threatening to brim at your eyes. “Nothing? Am I nothing to you Steve?”

“Oh- of course no- I didn't mean it like that,” he sighed as he quickly walked back over to you.

You extended an arm out before pulling him back onto the bed and flipping him over. Straddling his hips, you leaned down and laid into his chest. His arms once again found their way around you, if only because of muscle memory. You held this embrace for a moment before sighing out your own proposition.

“I’ll go Steve… I’ll go and leave forever if you really want…. Just tell me..” You leaned your head up slightly to meet his ear and whispered,

“Is that what you really want?”

[sweetpeaownsmyheart]

Just a Couple of Notes (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Hello friends! Sorry for the inactivity, I've had a lot going on and have been dealing with mental health but I haven’t forgotten you! I was so happy to come on today and find that someone has messaged me a request, my first one yay - so I should get that out soon! This is a lil idea I had late one night, I didn’t really know I was going with it but wanted to get something out and actually kinda like it!! (just a warning bc the plot is a bit naff lol) Love you all sm - stay safe and healthy xxx <3

Word Count - 2300

Warnings - umm not that I can think of! An odd plot maybe? Too fluffy? Very OOC Pea?

Summary - you write notes to SP when you start work at Pops, it’s not long before he responds. But then there’s a bump in the road!!

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You're move to Riverdale was a quick decision made by your parents in Autumn when a new job opportunity arose. Within a week you were packed up and moving to the town leaving behind your friends, other family members and the quiet life you had gotten used to.

Riverdale was an odd place to you. You were used to the comforts and quirks of your hometown and for that reason your attention felt drawn to the awkwardness and divide and, what seemed to be lurking beneath the surface in your new neighbourhood.

It was about a week after your move that you had noticed the 'help wanted' sign in the window of Pops and were pushed to apply by Jughead who you had met the first night you had come to town. Besides Jug, you kept yourself to yourself, limiting your interactions to with your family and customers. Of course, it wasn't for others lack of trying, often Betty or one of Jughead's other friends would talk to you.  However, you knew that when you were old enough, you would move back to your hometown so didn't want to create too many ties.

That all changed when Sweet Pea started frequenting the diner.

He had come in asking for Jughead before noticing him in the corner and hurrying over. The way he sat with his shoulders hunched over and stony expression was intriguing to you, but you were quick to learn that he was as much of a 'mystery' as you were.

He always wore black in some way, had dog-tags round his neck that you longed to wrap your hand around and a curl on his forehead that you wanted to push back into place. If it wasn't for the few times that you saw him with Fangs and Toni, you would have thought him incapable of feeling joy but the way his face broke into a smile and his laugh carried across the diner was enough to make anyone's heart beat faster.

You were smitten with a boy you didn't know, the boy who was pegged as 'trouble' by Jughead when you asked about him.

Soon your want to know him overtook your want to keep to your solitude and that was when the notes started - that way you could still keep him at a distance.

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It was around 8pm on a Sunday that the first instance happened as Sweet Pea came to pay for his groups dinner. You had heard him complaining earlier that evening about how his English teacher was going to fail him if he didn't pass his next test with flying colours and you had subsequently spent your break writing out quotes from the book Jug had mentioned they were studying and exam tips you had found on google.

You passed the napkin to him along with his receipt and quickly left to serve another group (and avoid any embarrassment) missing the look on confusion on his face.

As you finished serving the table you turned back around you met his gaze as he reached the door. He threw you a quick wink and walked out leaving you standing with your heart racing and head spinning.

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For you it became common place after that day. Whenever Pea visited the diner, he left with a little note on a napkin that you wrote on your break. The notes ranged from help with school when you had overheard he was struggling to random facts you found or occasionally a cheesy pick up line. If you plucked up the courage to look, you often saw him smiling down at the notes when he thought no one was looking which made it worth it. You didn't expect a response, but it was something fun to do, and although the thought crossed your mind that maybe he it was making him feel awkward, he hadn't told you to stop so you continued.

He didn't respond, until one day he did.

You had just closed up for the night and were cleaning the tables when you noticed a napkin on the table where he had been sitting. You had given him a list of songs to listen to that day, slipped it onto the table as they paid and you hadn't seen anything then so were wondering if Sweet Pea had thought it odd and left the note but as you approached you saw the writing was not as light as yours. It had more of a scrawl to it.

'Don't walk home over the bridge today - Sweet Pea

PS. I like (your favourite band) and I like getting these notes :)'

And that's how your interactions were from that point onwards, he gave you a warning or a place to stay away from and sometimes something personal about him and you gave him a fact or compliment or anything you could think of. It wasn't much but it suited you both and you had had a few conversations with Toni and Fangs about how much he liked you and now a bigger part of you wanted to stay.

That was until Josie came along.

You had met Josie before, a couple of times, but your conversations were always limited to taking her order and the general waitressing 'stuff'. She seemed nice enough, but you hadn't seen her with a serpent before and since you were home schooling you didn't even know she knew them (besides Jug).

She sat with Pea for hours. Just the two of them. They spoke in whispers and you often caught at least one of them sending you quick glances. You did not want to infringe on them so let one of the other waitresses serve them both ignoring her questions on why there was a sudden change.

You thought back to all the longing looks, all the flirting both in notes and over your waitressing and of the fact it all was or at least seemed reciprocated.

That was the first time since you had first served him that he left without a note.

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He didn't come in again for another week or so. Everything was getting on top of you and your plan to move back 'home' was once again in your mind despite weeks of not speaking to your 'friends' or thinking of your life before Riverdale.

You felt odd. You knew that you had no ties to this place besides Jug but one part of you thought your plans to move away were based on the actions of Sweet Pea rather than your lack of connections.

You knew that you had no real relationship with the boy, it was only notes passed back and forth. You couldn't claim to know him or be his friend as you hadn't exactly spoken much but one part of you felt drawn to him and hurt that he didn't feel that too - he would rather step out with Josie.

If looks could kill, in that moment, both Sweet Pea and Jughead would be dead from each other’s stares. Jug was your confidant on all Sweet Pea matters. He had listened to you gush about how adorable Sweets was and in the last week had listened to your complaints. He knew that the actions of Sweet Pea may drive you to leave and he desperately did not want you to leave.

So here in the diner at 11pm, glares were thrown towards Pea by Jug who was sat with you whilst you were on your break. And glares were thrown right back in his (or your?) direction by Sweet Pea who had settled in a booth by himself.

You were the only one working that night so knew that you would have to serve him eventually so as your break ended, and Jug left the diner you walked over to him.

'what can I get you?' you said breaking the unsettling silence.

'Just the usual please.'

'And what would that be?' You knew his order. Of course you did. But part of you felt spiteful and hurt and you wanted him to feel that too. But you regretted it immediately when he turned to you with a look of sadness on his face.

'Come on Y/N. You know my order. I've only not been in for a week.' Maybe he was trying to joke to get rid of the tension.

'Yeh maybe I do and maybe in the week you've been MIA, you've forgotten that we don't serve food after 11. So, I'll ask again, what can I get you?'

'Just a chocolate shake please.'

You walked off to make the drink but were pulled back by a strong hand and a falsely strong voice. 'When were you going to mention in one of you notes that you're dating Jughead Jones?'

You scoff. 'When were you going to mention you're dating Josie McCoy?' You pulled your arm out of his grip. And turned to look at him. He looked confused. 'Yanno Sweet Pea, you were here last week with her? Has your memory gone?'

'I'm not dating her.' He splutters out.

'You know what Sweet Pea; I don't care who you're dating or not dating. It was only a couple of notes between us. So, I'll just go make your shake and you can sit here if you want or leave if you would prefer. And when you come back next week I won't be here.' You leave to make his shake but when you come back, he is not there, but a napkin is in his place.

'Sorry - SP'

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A couple of days later you were packing all your bags in the back of a rented pickup truck, ready to take a long road trip back to your hometown with Jughead. When he arrived, you said goodbye to your family and jumped in the passenger’s seat, Jug had agreed to take the first shift.

You made light conversation and sung along to the radio for about 20 minutes before you noticed that Jug was taking a wrong turning.

'You're going the wrong way.'

'Y/N, please don't hate me. He made me do this.'

'Okay Jug, what's going on, you're scaring me.'

'You know you said that Josie and Sweet Pea had been in Pops? Well, it's not what it seems. Just listen to him yeh?'

'Jughead Jones where am I?' He guided you out of the truck and led you down a path into what appeared to be a small forest. 'you better not be murdering me Jones.' You joked. 'I was going to road trip with you and all.' He rolled his eyes and remained silent.

He had led you to a clearing, told you to wait there and then ran off.

'Jones.' you shouted. 'Jones, come back here. Stop messing this isn't funny.'

'Did you know that the inventor of the frisbee was cremated and turned into a frisbee when he died.'

You jumped and turned around, shocked at the new voice in the quiet forest. 'Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?'

'Did you know that 12 bodies were found in Benjamin Franklin’s basement? You wrote that when i was studying for History.' You looked down and saw in his hands a pile of papers. Napkins.

'Here's one of my favourites - Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. I'm Y/N. That was one of the first notes you gave me, remember?' You nod. 'Well thing is, it was never 'only a couple of notes' to me. I really like you, or I think I like you from what you've said about yourself in the notes. Just tell me now, did I read it wrong? I know you're leaving, I just wanted you to know.' His voice remained strong throughout, but his eyes did not hold the same confidence.

'What about Josie?'

'What about Jughead?' he retorts but quickly breaks into a smile and shows he was joking. 'Me and Josie aren't a thing. We used to be. I really liked her, but she didn't like me and then last week she came and told me that she suddenly did. But I told her I have a thing for this amazing girl who knows too many pickup lines and facts about dinosaurs.'

'really?'

He cleared his throat and looked down at a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. 'do you have a band aid?' you look at him confused. 'because i scraped my knee falling for you.'

You break out in a smile and walk closer to him, reaching out to his hands and then running yours up his arms and resting them on his shoulders 'Maybe let's leave the pickup lines to me. What google search found you that one?'

He pulled you closer and wrapped his other hand around your waist. 'I searched -how to get the pretty, witty, lovely waitress to fall for me-.' You giggled and brought your hand to rest on his cheek. You saw pure adoration in his eyes and hoped he saw the same in yours. You lent in and gently placed your lips on his in a quick and innocent kiss. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, he was smiling the brightest smile.

A question came into your mind as you noticed all the napkins strewn across the floor, you looked up with him through your lashes with your head tilted and asked. 'Did you really keep all my notes?'

'Like I said Princess, they are more than just notes to me.'

You felt complete and knew that in a couple of hours you would be unloading all your stuff again back in Riverdale because there really was something to stay for.

[hazza-bear-care]

Stay Safe (1/3)

A/N: I FINALLY STARTED WATCHING CRIMINAL MINDS!!! Granted I am still on season 1, I feel a little more comfortable writing about the BAU crew. Dr. Reid is definitely my favorite so far, but there’s always room for improvement lol. Anyway, enjoy. PS my timeframe is all over the place. I described Spencer’s looks from the later seasons, but kept the season 1 characters because they’re the only ones I know right now lol. Sorry for the confusion, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (oc)

Warnings: THREE CHAPTERS WORTH OF SMUT!!!! This one is light (fingering mostly, kinda public, dirty talk from Dr. Spencer Reid himself)

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Nova Calderon is a child psychotherapist born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland. After graduating from Towson University with her bachelor’s in criminal psychology and receiving her master’s from John’s Hopkins, she finally felt ready to start a job with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. 

Shouldering her black leather satchel, File-O-Fax clutched tightly the grip of her left elbow, a blistering cup of coffee in her right hand, she nudged her way through swarms of people. Silently praying that she wasn’t late, Nova took a seat on the Metro and decided to flip through her portfolio: three years interning under the best of the best in the Pentagon, a permanent position following not long after. But, the Pentagon couldn’t sustain her for too long: by the time she finished a pile of reports, fifteen more showed up on her desk. She longed to do more than just basic homeland security. Nova always knew she wanted to work in the government, but she didn’t spend all that money and energy in school to be someone’s assistant. After those three years and six months, Nova had the opportunity to join the BAU after her boss had put in a good word with Jason Gideon about her work ethic as well as her interactions with the children that often passed through the halls whenever a higher-up decided to bring one in for fun or even school field trips. 

The train screeched to a halt and she assumed, quite correctly, that the current stop was hers. Jumping up from her seat and startling the creep sitting next to her and almost breaking his nose with her shoulder, she scrambled off the train and scurried through the streets of Quantico. Finally locating the right building, she entered and was immediately intimidated by the hustle and bustle happening around her. 

“Hi. I’m Nova Calderon. I have a meeting with a Jason Gideon?”

“Agent Gideon is out for today, but his associate Aaron Hotchner will be conducting your interview.” After listening to the instructions the receptionist gave her on how to find Aaron Hotchner, Nova straightened herself up and mentally prepared herself for how this interview would go. She walked through the double glass doors with a deep breath, and the people in the room went quiet. 

“Well, hello. How can I help you?” An attractive black man said from his desk, his jaw on the floor. 

“Um, I don’t think I’m in the right place. I’m looking for an Aaron Hotchner?”

“You’re in the right place, sweet cheeks. I’ll show you to his office.” The same man responded, his flirting skills leaving something to be desired.

“I was told to wait for a Jennifer Jareau?” Nova replied, trying very hard not to roll her eyes at the man attempting to approach her. 

“That’s me. I will show you to Agent Hotchner’s office. Follow me, please.” A cute blonde instructed, leading Nova up a ramp and to an office with a closed door. Jareau held a finger up, signaling for Nova to wait until the coast was clear. The brief pause allowed Nova to glance around at who she hoped would be her new coworkers: A dark haired woman who looked like she couldn’t be bothered with Nova, the same man that flirted with her just a few seconds ago, his nose now buried in a manila envelope as a way to hide his staring, another blonde girl who had a big smile on her face and shot Nova a thumbs up for luck, and a skinny man with curly hair and a little scruff not bothering to hide his wandering eyes. His gaze was almost scrutinizing, scraping up and down Nova’s body repeatedly. Their eyes met and immediately the two both felt a fire erupt on their cheeks as Hotchner’s door opened and Nova got roped in. 

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Three days later was Nova’s first official day. Agent Hotchner was incredibly impressed with Nova’s portfolio and resume. While working with children wasn’t something the BAU did regularly, it was still a good choice to have a child psychotherapist on the team. Just because the typical profiles include men in their 20′s and higher, doesn’t mean a child still can’t be involved. 

“Morning, Nova. Are you ready for your first day?” Elle asked from her desk, legs propped up on the flat surface as the team awaited further instruction. 

“I’m nervous, but yes, I’m ready.” Nova had gone through a sort of orientation, meaning she already had a gun strapped to her waist, which she wasn’t comfortable with just yet. Nova didn’t like guns, but in her line of work it was hard to do anything without a gun. She took a seat at her desk, which happened to be across from Spencer’s, and attempted to get comfortable. 

“You’re not used to your gun yet,” Spencer noticed as Nova shifted uncomfortably in her seat. 

“Wow, Reid, you are some profiler. I, uh, don’t like guns. Never have.” Nova remarked back.

“You don’t like guns? How the hell did you last so long at the Pentagon?” Derek asked.

“I was a secretary. I was never required to carry one. I did have one issued to me, but it was never loaded. The ability to fire a gun wasn’t a requirement for desk jobs.” The slight hint of annoyance in Nova’s voice was only caught by Spencer, but he didn’t say anything about it. Nova rubbed her eyes and tried to stifle a yawn. 

“Long night?” Elle asked.

“I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited. Ugh I sound like I’m 12 years old and waiting to go on my first field trip.” Everyone around her chuckled, but Nova didn’t notice that Spencer was no longer sitting across from her. A cup of coffee appeared on her desk along with a bottle of sugar and some creamer cups. 

“I didn’t know how you take it.” Spencer muttered as he sipped his own coffee and sat on his desk, rather than in his chair. 

“Wow. Um, thanks, Dr. Reid.” Nova whispered as she reached for the coffee and the supplies Spencer had gotten for her. 

“You can call me Spencer.”

“How come she and JJ get to call you by your first name, but we have to call you Reid?” Derek muttered, crossing his arms, almost like he was pouting. 

“Let me ask you something, Morgan: Are you a pretty girl?” Spencer asked, a serious look covering his face. Nova blushed and tried to discreetly cover her face. 

“No, Reid, I’m not. But are you saying that Elle isn’t pretty? Or Garcia?”

“No. They’re pretty. But they prefer to call me ‘Reid’. Right, Elle?” Elle nodded. 

“Thanks for calling me pretty, Reid.” Spencer shot Elle a small smile and nodded, further proving his point to Derek. 

“Yeah, I think Nova enjoyed it too. She’s as red as a stop sign.” Derek laughed as he teased the newest member of the BAU team. Nova covered her face even more by slamming her face down on her desk and wrapping her arms around her head. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the light teasing, but she knew she could never look at Spencer with a straight face again. Nova felt someone rub her back in comfort, but she didn’t care to find out who it was. Then to everyone’s rescue, JJ walks in with a case. 

~~~~~

The case went smoothly, and Nova couldn’t have been more exhilarated. She had rescued three children from a serial sex offender who got off by murdering the people he raped. The gruesome pictures and the events leading to find the missing children exhausted Nova, yet she couldn’t fall asleep on the jet flying from Colorado to D.C. 

“Great work, Nova. I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to keep up with us.” Hotch commented, a slight smile gracing his lips. The older man adjusted himself in his seat as he quickly prepared to catch a few winks on the flight home.  

“Yeah, Nova. You did an amazing job,” JJ gushed, making herself comfortable. She was asleep in five minutes, leaving Spencer and Nova the only two awake.  Stifling a yawn yet again, Nova tried to make herself comfortable on the stiff plane seats without drawing too much attention to herself, but evidently failed as she had caught the gaze of a certain doctor. Spencer snapped his fingers, effectively getting Nova’s attention. Quirking his fingers, he gestured for her to join him in his seat. Nova blushed, scooting across the aisle and standing awkwardly in front of Spencer. With a smirk, the doctor hooked his arms around Nova’s waist and pulled her into his lap, securing a blanket around them. 

“What are you doing, Spencer?” Nova whispered, making herself comfortable on Spencer’s lap. 

“Shh. You don’t want everyone to wake up, do you?” Spencer whispered back, a slight smirk on his face as a response to Nova’s confused look. 

“Spencer, what are you--” Nova froze in her place as she felt Spencer’s hand creep up between her legs and find it’s home just a few inches away from her core. With wide eyes, she quickly looked around the jet, silently praying that everyone truly was asleep. 

“Don’t worry. As long as you’re quiet, no one will know what’s happening. Are you gonna be quiet for me, little girl?” Nova’s breath hitched in the back of her throat, the dirty words coming from the usually shy doctor quickly dampening her panties. Not trusting her voice, Nova nodded, not confident enough to make even a little bit of eye contact with the man holding her firmly on his lap. Spencer chuckled and placed a few sparse kisses around Nova’s face, avoiding her lips entirely. She let out a small whine when Spencer avoided her mouth for the fifth time, a rumbling in the man’s chest. Finally giving in, Spencer lightly placed his mouth on Nova’s, breath’s mingling just enough to make the girl wiggle on his lap. 

“Sit still,” Spencer growled, his erection becoming more prominent every time Nova moved. 

“Then kiss me, Reid.” Without further prompting, Spencer slammed his lips to Nova’s, tongues immediately dancing together. While still fully immersed in the kiss, Spencer took the opportunity to once again slide his hand up until his long fingers met the area Nova needed them most. A gasp radiated from her mouth into Spencer’s as she silently thanked whichever deity she believed in that her pantyhose stopped just before her knees, allowing the doctor to simply push her panties to the side and run his fingers along her slit.

“You’re so wet, little girl. Is all this for me?” Spencer whispered, the teasing tone in his voice thick with desire. Once again trying to keep quiet, Nova nodded and brought her lips back to Spencer’s. He chose to roll her clit between two fingers for just a few tantalizingly long seconds, his mouth snuffing out the sounds of her soft moans. In a flash of surprise, Spencer jammed two fingers inside Nova’s wet heat, the pair groaning simultaneously into their kiss. They quickly pulled apart as Nova choked out a breath, gluing her lips shut to prevent any noises from coming out. 

“Fuck, Spence. Go faster, please.” Burying her face in Spencer’s neck, he did as she asked, quickly speeding up his fingers and marveling at the squelching sounds her pussy was making around his fingers. He curled his fingers up and Nova gasped, melting into Spencer’s grasp as his fingers brushed against the soft spot that was buried so deep inside her tight heat. Nova clamped her hand over her mouth, smothering her moans, the sounds ever increasing in volume involuntarily. The hand that wasn’t buried in her pussy came up to her her mouth and smacked on top of hers, preventing more moans from slipping between her fingers. Spencer went impossibly faster, the sounds becoming more lewd the harder he buried his fingers in Nova. Her legs started shaking and her walls were clenching around Spencer’s fingers, signaling that she was close to the edge. 

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Spencer whispered in her ear, slamming his fingers ever deeper in Nova’s pussy, the girl trying very hard not to scream or thrash in his grasp. “Yeah, I can feel that your close. Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Go ahead, make a mess for me, Nova.” With that, she squeezed her eyes shut, dropping her jaw in a silent scream, both her hand and Spencer’s still covering her mouth as a precaution. Her legs shook furiously as Spencer kept moving his hand, helping her through her high and removing his hand from under the blanket, putting his fingers in his mouth. Nova watched with hooded eyes as her new coworker of a week sucked her climax off his long fingers. When he was finished, he planted his lips on Nova’s again in a heated kiss. Spencer pulled away and kissed the girl’s forehead, pressing his hand to her head and leading it to his shoulder, a silent prompt to sleep. 

“Spencer?” Nova whispered, still trying not to draw too much attention to the pair. 

“Hmm?” She could feel his throat vibrate as he hummed in response.

“What was that for? What does this mean?” Spencer smirked at her questions, his mind running equally as fast.

“I’ll tell you some other time, love. Just go to sleep.” Nova nodded and closed her eyes, mind running with images of a happy future with Spencer. She was asleep in 5 minutes, similarly to JJ. 

“Hey, lover boy. I’m glad you’re making a move and all, but how about making absolutely sure everyone is asleep before you finger a girl so good she’s practically screaming, okay?”

“Shut up and go to sleep, Morgan.” Spencer muttered angrily, blushing as Morgan ruffled his hair, chuckling. 

[onechicagorpf]

Equal Justice Under Law

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Prosecutor)

Requested? Yes -  Are you still accepting requests? If you are can you do one where the reader is a prosecutor and working a case alongside intelligence. She gets in trouble and jay is the one to save her?

Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse and murder. Swearing, the usual cuss words.

A/N: Okay so this is HELLA long. I really meant for all my requests to be blurbs (i.e. short fics) so please note that future requests will probably be much shorter than this! I just got carried away on this one! 😅

Also I realise the anon asked for the reader to be working alongside Intelligence, but in mine she’s kinda taking over after the police case is done, which is what happens in the episodes of Chicago Justice most of the time so that’s what I had it my head - hope y’all still like it! I also tried to switch it up this time and write in past tense, which I realise is sooo not my thing because I kept instinctively writing stuff in present tense and then having to go back and change it lol Let me know if you have a preference one way or another because I’m very curious as to how people feel about this! 

Up next? 3 more  Jay x Reader requests to fill!

PS: Send me asks/messages/leave a note if you liked this and want to see more!

You sighed, dropping your face in your hands. Some days, you wished you hadn’t taken up the job as the Cook County Assistant State's Attorney. The late nights and high stress situations sucked, but more than that your job had a way of bringing to light the worst things about humanity.

Looking down at your desk, you ran your fingers across the scattered pictures. Amelia Langstrom, age 16. Pamela Park, age 18. Lacey McDonald, age 19. Julia Sanderson, age 15. Maggie Thane, age 16. Every photo of the girls, smiling at the camera, came with another one. This other photo wasn’t as well-lit, as happy, as pretty. It was an emotionless, clinical photo taken of their naked bodies, covered with injuries and bruises and cuts, surrounded by leaves or trash depending on where they were dumped.

It was an awful, awful thing. 5 young girls, all missing for over a week before their bodies were found. All with signs of sexual assault, yet no DNA left behind to trace back to the killer. All of this, by itself, would be enough to turn your stomach over. Which it did, but above that, watching your boyfriend come home every night with his head down, shoulders sagging, looking completely distressed as he and his team were no closer to finding the perpetrator of these crimes…it was terrible.

“You guys will get him. I know you will, Jay.” You said, brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes as the two of you laid in bed together. Your boyfriend’s green eyes, usually bright and full of life, were dark and distant in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“How many more girls does he have to kill before we find him?” Jay whispered, not even looking at you, as his frown - one that seemed to have made itself at home in his forehead over the last two weeks - deepened.

It was a week later when Anna Valdez, your second chair, knocked on your door. Her face was dark, and her lips were tight.

“Another girl?” You asked, your voice cracking.

Anna shook her head. “Intelligence got the guy.” She replied, still looking troubled.

You frowned, tilting your head at her. She paused, crossing her arms across her chest, trying to shrink herself. Like as if she didn’t want to say the next words. You stood up, now beginning to fear what was coming.

“What is it?”

Anna swallowed. “They’re saying he confessed.”

***

“Jay - ”

“You don’t believe me?! Seriously?!” Jay’s eyes were wide with outrage on the other side of your desk.

“It’s not about whether I believe you! It’s about - ” You lowered your voice, remembering that there were many, many people who were working right outside your office. “ - it’s about the fact that Voight is saying this guy confessed. Hank Voight. He’s not exactly a shrinking violet. And all this on top of the fact that - ”

Jay opened his mouth to cut in, but you silenced him with a raised hand and bulldozed onward.

“ - On top of the fact that there just so happened to be no one else in the room with Voight when Dylan Rhodes confessed? Hmm? And it happened in a - in a cage that’s in basement of your district? No cameras, no audio, no video?” You glared at Jay, barely hiding the seething rage that was boiling under your skin. You leaned across the desk, shoulders tight, voice now raised without a care about what anyone outside was going to hear. “Not to mention he’s got cuts and bruises all over his face from ‘resisting arrest’ even though he’s a 20 year old who’s maybe 120 pounds soaking wet and there were seven of you cops, all armed with guns when you went to arrest him!” You yelled, flinging several of Dylan Rhodes’ mugshots across the table, some of them flying all the way over to hit Jay’s body and land at his feet.

There was nothing in the air but the soft whirring of the ceiling fan, and the squeaking of wheels as you dropped back into your chair, exhausted.

Jay called your name, his voice different now - softer and sweeter. You tried not to look at him, tried to let him know just how angry you were…but you weren’t angry at him. Not really. You were angry at the man he worked for. When your eyes connected back with Jay’s, you could see that he knew that. He placed his palms on your desk and leaned towards you.

“You know that I have issues with Hank sometimes, with the way he does things. You know that. But Y/N, you gotta believe me on this one. I looked in that kid’s eyes. I know he did this.” Jay whispered, and you ducked your head, letting your vision graze over the one remaining photo of Dylan Rhodes on your desk.

You just sighed. Looking back up at him, you shook your head.

“It’s not about him, Jay. I know he did it too, I can feel it. But if I’m putting him away, it needs to happen the right way.” You offered, your voice almost didactic.

Jay’s jaw clenched. “Needs to happen the right way, or not at all?” He straightened, pulling away from you. The look he was giving you was one that you could only describe as fervent disapproval. Like he hated what he was seeing in you.

You decided you were done with the argument. Leveling Jay with a cold, emotionless stare, you spoke.

“Yeah. Because there’s some of us who still believe in the law. Who choose to serve and protect in the right way.”

The words spilled out of your mouth so matter-of-factly that they became so harsh. Jay was speechless, and in the beat of silence that followed, you regretted your words.

Your door opened and you jumped, too absorbed in your tête-à-tête with Jay to even give notice to the outside world. Anna looked over you and Jay - who was staring at his feet, jaw tight - with concern in her eyes.

“What is it?” You asked Anna for the second time in a day, just as terrified as the first time.

“Defense counsel just filed a motion to suppress the confession.”

***

“Mr Howard, if you’re ready we can begin - ”

“Sorry to interrupt, your honour, but it won’t be necessary.” You announced, standing up in the courtroom. Everyone’s eyes were on you, even the court stenographer’s.

The judge raised his eyebrows.

“The People will not object to Mr Howard’s motion to suppress the defendant’s confession.” You said, and a flurry of excitement broke out in the gallery - reporters shouting questions, members of the public yelling, camera flashes going off.

“So,” Anna began, facing you as you stopped to grab a cup of water from a dispenser in the hallway. It’d taken about five whole minutes of gavel banging by the judge to settle everyone down, before she dismissed the session. “Your boyfriend and some of his coworkers are at the end of the hallway, and they keep shooting us looks but no one’s coming.”

You tipped the paper cup into your water, swallowing the ice cold water, flinching a little at the tingly sensation it left in your mouth.

“Do you want to go the other way, or do you want to go talk to them? To him?” Anna asked, softly. If anyone else had been saying it, you would’ve snapped at them to mind their own business. But it’s Anna - Anna, who from day one has been by your side, who’s practically made it her mission to be the person you count on.

You shot Anna a gentle smile, squeezing her shoulder. “I’m good. I’ll take the south exit. Meet you back at the office after lunch?” Anna nodded, trying but failing to hide the concern in her eyes.

Side-stepping her, you walked down the hallway, away from where Jay and the rest of Intelligence must be gathered. A part of you hoped, strangely, that he’d come after you, even though you knew that there was no way he wouldn’t be pissed at you. You’d been with him long enough to know how he operated. How he felt everything so intensely, how he was wired through the heart. Jay lived and died by his instincts and his emotions, and there was something to be said about the simplicity of it. The man was a soldier, and maybe in war you didn’t have the time to think about procedure and precedent, about the sharp edges of red tape and the rules and regulations in a bureaucracy. The cosmetic battles didn’t matter to him – he didn’t care what something seemed like, he cared what it was.

But you weren’t Jay. You loved him, but you were not him. You weren’t a soldier - you were a lawyer, and your battle was in the courtroom, not Afghanistan. And in the courtroom, almost just as much as what something was mattered, what it looked like mattered too.

Dylan Rhodes had to be brought to justice, yes. But it had to be done the right way, not by way of coerced or falsified confessions. Equal justice under law was what you swore to uphold, and damn Voight if he thought you couldn’t put Dylan away while doing your job the right way. And damn Jay too, then.

***

“So, how’s the case coming along?” Will Halstead asked, pouring maple syrup over his waffles.

You leaned against the red leather seats in the diner, in an example of truly terrible posture. Shrugging, you answered him: “You know I can’t really talk about that.”

Will scoffed, picking up a fork and knife. “I think you’re allowed to tell me how you’re doing.”

You raised at eyebrow at the doctor, a smile starting to creep onto your face. “But those aren’t the exact words you used, and you actually asked me something completely different - ”

Will threw his hands in the air:‌ “Okay, we get it, you’re a lawyer and I shouldn’t argue with you.” He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, and you laughed, leaning forward to swat at his arm.

“Really, though.” Will said eventually, and you just nodded. “I’m feeling good. I think I’ve got motive, and I think I can get him to snap if I put him on the stand.”

Will smiled wide. “Attagirl.”

As you sipped your coffee, you kept going over your question in your head, trying to find the best way to phrase it. But just like his brother, Will could practically read your mind.

“Jay’s…you know how he is.” Will said, in a gentle tone.

“Stubborn, adamant, refuses to think he’s wrong about anything, ever?” You shot back in a grouchy tone, and Will raised his eyebrows. “Wow, you just said the same thing three ways - you must be pretty pissed!” He commented dryly, and you glared at him. Chuckling, Will waved you off before leaning across the diner table. “Y/N, he knows he shouldn’t have pushed you the way he did. He knows that. And he’s sorry.”

“He can’t come say that to me? Send me a message, come by my office, come home? He’s still gotta crash on your couch?” You shook your head, struggling to contain the hurt in your voice.

Will shot you a sympathetic look. “You know us Halstead boys; it takes a little while before the mea culpa can come out of our mouths.”

You stirred the spoon in your coffee, watching the little bits of foam go round and round and round, before dragging your spoon across in the opposite direction. The foam still swirled around a few times before stopping. Too slow.

“My bed’s been empty for a week, Will. I miss him.”

Will didn’t say anything; the good doctor just slid over a piece of tissue, and that was when you realised you’d started crying.

***

“You’ve got this.” Anna whispered, as the defense attorney took his seat. The judge turned to you and called for you to make your closing argument.

This was usually your favourite part - getting to talk directly to the jury, showing them the facts of your case, walking them through every step of the process with all the detail in the world so that they could get to the conclusion that you knew to be true.

But today was different. You shoved your hands in your pockets to hide that they were shaking. And when you looked over your shoulder at the gallery, you couldn’t see Jay.

He’d never missed any of your closing arguments. Ever.

Until today.

“Ms Y/L/N? Can we begin?” The judge tossed a concerned look your way.

Your eyes landed on Dylan Rhodes, who was smirking at you like he’d won.

Smiling back, you calmly turned to the judge. “Let’s begin.”

Starting from Dylan’s teenage years, where he racked up countless misconduct records in high school for all sorts of problems, you traced the development of this man, this awful human being. You painted a portrait of him as needy, sad, and lonely, and connected that to his need to hurt and attack girls who were otherwise unattainable for him. As you spoke, you could see the jury process your words and go where you were taking them.

Dylan had, by this point, dropped the cocky smirk. Instead, his face was red, his jaw was clenched, and veins were popping in his neck. You knew you had him - you knew it was over.

“Members of the jury - I have just one final request to ask of you. Today, you have the opportunity to see that justice is served to a man who more than deserves it. A man - a boy, who decided that raping and killing girls was the only way he could live with himself, because that was the only way he could have these girls.” You paused, turning to look at Dylan, who was shaking with rage.

“A boy who decided to hurt girls to cover up the fact that he is so weak, and so pathetic.” You punctuated the tense air in the courtroom with words so sharp they felt like the final nail in Dylan Rhodes’ coffin.

There was a moment of bliss, you knew you’d done your job, you knew you’d brought the jury over, you knew you’d succeeded - but just as quickly as things came together, it all came crashing down.

It happened so quickly - Dylan roared, lunging over the table towards you. Everyone started screaming, and you froze in shock and in fear.

The bailiff intercepted Dylan on his way over to you and tackled him to the ground. It all seemed settled for a second, but they kept struggling on the ground, and all you saw was Dylan’s hands reaching around the bailiff’s and - and his fingers wrapping around - oh god - 

“Gun!” Anna yelled, and the release of that one syllable was followed immediately by a gunshot. And then another.

***

“You gonna talk to Y/N? She’s closing the Rhodes case today, you know?” Hailey Upton asked, lifting her feet up to place them on the dashboard of the GMC Sierra.

Jay shrugged, fiddling with the radio in his hand.

“This is the part where you use your words.” Hailey remarked in a slightly sarcastic tone, smiling and Jay just shot her a look. Reaching over, he shoved her feet off the dash petulantly, and Hailey laughed.

Moments later, she turned back, cheek pressing against the headrest of her seat. “Jay.” She said, her tone gentle but still a little pushy. It was what he needed then, and she knew it. The last few days had been tough on him - he hadn’t talked to her about it, other than updating her that he was staying over at Will’s, but his entire demeanour was off - he’d been down and depressed.

Jay shrugged again, frowning. “I don’t know what to say. I screwed up, and I know it and she knows it and - I don’t know. I’m starting to think…” Jay ducked his head, eyes scanning his fingers as they traced the outlines of his radio. “…starting to think maybe she can do better than me, you know?” When he finished, his voice was much lower, much softer than it was when he began.

“Oh, she can definitely do better than you.” Hailey grinned, her dimples showing and Jay just reached across, punching her shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Hailey chuckles, before turning to face her partner again.

“Seriously though, I’ve seen the way she looks at you - that girl is one hundred percent in love with you.”

Jay’s heart felt full hearing that, and he knew it to be true, too.

“So get your shit together, stop sleeping on your brother’s couch, go back to her and apologise for being an idiot.” Hailey advised. Before Jay could say anything, his radio went off.

“10-1, 10-1, shots fired at the Third Municipal District, hall 5! Dispatch, get Intelligence on the scene now!”

“Isn’t that where - ” Hailey started to ask, frowning. She didn’t have to finish her question, because she got her answer when Jay, who suddenly went as pale as a ghost, turned on the lights and sirens and floored it.

***

“Dylan…just - think about this, okay?”

Your hands were out in front of you, shaking.

Dylan Rhodes was about 10 feet from you, with a gun in his hand. The gallery had cleared out and the people on the jury had managed to escape to their deliberation room, separated from the courtroom with a thick wooden door. The only people who were left with you and Dylan were the judge, Anna and Mr Howard.

Your eyes flickered down to where the bailiff laid in a pool of his own blood. Dylan had fired two shots straight through the bailiff’s chest. You didn’t need to be trained in medicine like your boyfriend’s brother to know that the bailiff was dead.

You’d said hi to him once, in an elevator. He’d smiled back, and asked you how your day was.

You can’t remember what you told him.

“You’re scared now, aren’t you?” Dylan asked, and you snapped back to him. He had a deranged smile on his face.

“Dylan, please, it doesn’t have to be like this - ” You started speaking, but the judge - Judge Kinnaman - cut you off.

“Son, I swear if you don’t drop that gun now, you will never see the light of day. I will personally ensure that.” Judge Kinnaman’s voice resounded in the empty courtroom with authority. Dylan turned to him, gun following his line of sight.

“Fuck you.” Dylan punctuated his words with a squeeze of the trigger. Anna screamed, and you heard a loud thump. When you turned over your shoulder, you couldn’t see Judge Kinnaman at his seat behind the counter anymore - all you saw was blood splatter on his chair and the wood behind him.

The numbness you’d felt until this point suddenly gave way to waves upon waves of fear. It felt like a chill going down your spine - your body was cold, your mind was racing, and you were absolutely terrified.

“Dylan - Dylan, listen to me.” Jon Howard, the defense attorney, spoke softly from the defense table. “Just - just put the gun down, okay?”

Dylan’s eyes practically went red with rage. “You - you fucking…you’re useless, you’re pathetic, you know that?” Dylan swings back around, yelling at you and Anna. “He asked me to make a deal! A deal! What kind of a shitty lawyer gives up before he even tries to win, huh?!” He yelled at Jon, spit flying out of his mouth. Jon flinched, leaning back as Dylan moved closer to him.

Suddenly, a voice on loudspeaker boomed from outside the closed doors of the courtroom.

“Dylan Rhodes! This is Jay Halstead of the Chicago Police Department. We have the courtroom surrounded!”

Your knees almost buckled as you heard Jay’s voice. Relief flooded your veins, but you were still scared as you watched Dylan suddenly turn around, eyes wide.

“We do not want you or anyone in there to get hurt, okay? Just let the people in there come out, and I swear I will help you.” Jay finished, and Dylan just grabbed his head in his hands.

“No, no, no, no!” Dylan whispered to himself, tears springing out of his eyes. You turned to Anna, both of you equally terrified. Suddenly, Dylan raised his head, almost like a lion that had suddenly spotted a gazelle over the lines of grass.

Dylan surged towards you. Screaming, you flattened yourself against the witness stand, but it was to no avail - Dylan’s left hand grabbed your throat, and he pulled you to him, turning you so that you were in front of him, his left forearm like a bar going across your neck. You felt the cool metal of the gun against your temple, and you gasped.

“I have a hostage! I’m coming out, and I want everyone to stand back!” Dylan barked, before walking you to the door. You were shaking against him, tears streaming down your face at this point. The pressure of the gun against your head seemed to be drilling into you. As you reached the door, and Dylan instructed you to open it, all you could think about was that at least you’d get to see Jay before you died today.

The door opened with a loud creak, and you were stunned to see so many fully uniformed police officers with assault rifles standing right outside. Per Dylan’s instructions, they were all standing back, but still it was absolutely terrifying seeing all those guns pointed at you.

Your eyes immediately found Jay, who had his head tilted, looking down the sight on his rifle but the moment Dylan had brought you out, he picked his head up. His mouth was open slightly, his eyes were wide and wet, and he looked to be completely distraught.

Seeing him finally after days apart…it made every argument you’d ever had feel so inconsequential. You were so full of love for him and the only thing you wanted to do was run, run to him and wrap your arms around him. Unable to do any of that, you just mouthed “I love you” as you tried to hold back sobs.

“I want a car, and - and I want a - a jet fueled at O’Hare!” Dylan shouted.

Jay just shook his head. “You need to let her go first, alright?”

Dylan tightened his hold on you. “I’m not a fucking idiot!”

“We know that, okay?” Hailey spoke up, from a few feet to the right of Jay. “We don’t think you’re an idiot. We just want to make sure you don’t do anything you don’t want to do.” She said, putting her rifle down. Raising her hands, she took a couple of steps towards Dylan, who at this point had completely turned to face her.

“No - no, I don’t want you to move! Just - just stay where you are!” Dylan snapped, his voice raging. Your heart was beating so loudly that you could almost hear it in your ears. Closing your eyes, you just prayed silently.

“I know you don’t want to hurt her. So let’s just make sure - ” Hailey spoke gently, but Dylan cut her off, laughing sharply.

“You stupid bitch! You’re all stupid bitches! Damn right I want to hurt her! This bitch - ” Dylan shouted, pulling in his forearm, the immense pressure against your neck strangling you, “ - called me pathetic! I’m gonna show her how fucking pathetic she is when I get her somewhere alone and I - ”

A loud bang goes off, and you jumped. Your eyes flew open just in time to feel Dylan sag against you, and you instinctively leaned out of the way so that he fell to the ground. 

Arms wrapped around you, and your first reaction was to flinch, to scream, to turn with eyes wide, trying to claw away from whoever it is. But then you heard his voice.

“Baby! Baby - it’s me, it’s Jay!” Your boyfriend’s eyes were wide and teary. His eyebrows were furrowed deeply, and he looked like he was in pain.

Everything clicked in your head.

“Jay,” You moaned, shaking fingers clutching his vest as you engulfed yourself in him. Jay’s arms wrapped around you tightly and you soaked in his scent, his warmth, his safety. Sobbing into his neck, you refused to let go, still not really believing this to be real. Jay didn’t say anything for a while and you weren’t sure why. But then you heard him crying into your hair, and you pulled back to see him. His eyes were wet, pooling with tears, and you immediately brought your hands up to hold his face. Jay leaned down as you got on your tip toes and you kissed, wet and soft and scared. Jay’s hands cradled your face, and when the two of you eventually split to breathe, you just looked up at him, speechless, shaking your head.

“I’m so sorry,” Jay whimpered.

“It’s okay. We’re okay. Just - just come home, please,” You begged, running your thumb over his jaw.

“Of course. Of course. I’m never leaving you like that again, okay? No matter what. Y/N, I love you so much. When he came out with you - I - I almost died right where I stood.” Jay told you as his face contorted into something painful. You pressed your lips to his again, quick and chaste. Pulling back, you smiled up at him.

“I love you too, Jay.”

The rest of the day was a mess - the cops moved Dylan’s body, as well as the bailiff’s and Judge Kinnaman’s, while paramedics cleared you medically. You flung yourself at Anna when they brought her out, swearing to her that you were okay and asking repeatedly if she was fine. The two of you held on to each other, crying, as Jay kept rubbing your back. In fact, he never left your side, not even for a second. After you were done giving your statement, Jay took you home, and the two of you got undressed and sat in a warm bath together for a while. You kept thinking at times that you were fine, but then you’d remember the feeling of the gun against your head, or the way the bailiff slumped over, and you started crying again. Jay brought his arms around you, pulling you to his chest and peppering your face with kisses as he soothed you.

At night, you curled into each other. The two of you drifted asleep, in the safety and warmth of your embrace.

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[vintagedolan]

Hey lovey, i had a concept or blurb whatever you prefer to do. Maybe a little something about giving gray a massage or helping him when if poor back hurts and just being there for him. I’m so soft. Ok thank you love you! Ps make sure you are eating and drinking enough water 🥺💖

(did I get 1k words into this and then tumblr deleted it? yes. am I rewriting it bc I love you? also yes)

The first time that Grayson hurt his back, it was Ethan’s fault. A few overly-competitive wrestling moves on the too-thin mat in the garage ended with the breath knocked out of his lungs and a sore back for a week. After that, it would only flare up occasionally. Lisa took him to the doctor when he was 11, and all they said was it could be a nerve, it could be the way his muscles were wired, or it could be nothing. So they left with no answers, and he signed up for football the next month anyways, ignoring the pain after one too many tackles at practice and stealing the ice pack from the freezer every night. 

Now, at 20, without contact sports in his daily life, he had it under control for the most part.

But there was still one thing that could have him, in his words, ‘kinked up’ in no time. 

Stress.

He’d gotten a better handle on his stress over the last few years, combatting it with a good workout, a walk, even meditation. When work got stressful he knew how to brace for it, how to make sure his body didn’t have any adverse reaction.

But when Ethan decided to prank him with an elaborate set up that had him thinking the house construction got delayed for another 3 months?

Back -> kinked.

Which was why when you made it to the front door of the rental house in Laguna, Ethan answered it instead of your boyfriend.

“Is he good?” 

“He’s pouting in his room cause I got him good,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Don’t sound too concerned,” you laughed, moving past him and sliding your shoes off by the door. You followed the now familiar path down the stairs and to the right, unsurprised to hear music from behind his closed door.

If anyone else had opened it and saw what you saw, they probably would have thought it was a ritual of some sort.

Grayson was flat on his back in the middle of the bed, shirtless, staring up at the ceiling without moving a muscle. There was a candle on each of the nightstands - healing on the left, relax on the right you would later realize. Music played from the speaker in the corner, quiet enough to still be relaxing.

“Hey you.”

He perked up, but only moved his neck, looking up at you and offering the best smile he could muster. It was pitiful.

“Still hurtin’ huh?” He’d text you about the whole prank a few hours ago, and you’d hoped that maybe it had eased up before you got there. But he just shook his head with a bit of a sigh and a pout.

“Roll over baby, I’ll try to get it out.” 

He did as you said, trying to stay quiet as he tensed up at the pain. It pulled at your heartstrings, and your hands fluttered over him uselessly as he groaned a bit, finally making it over to his stomach. 

You climbed on the bed as lightly as you could, careful not to jostle him as you got situated, straddling him over his ass and letting a bit of your weight rest on him while you held yourself up with your knees.

As soon as you leaned forward and pressed your hand onto his back he groaned, but you recognized it as a pleasant one rather than a painful one.

“Just try to relax, it’ll help,” you hummed, starting to work up by his neck and shoulders.

“Your hands are tiny,” he mumbled, voice muffled a bit by the comforter. “Feels so good though.”

“Your back is just huge,” you countered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lions. He sighed at the feeling of your lips on him, relaxing even more as you continued your work, thumbs pressing in hard against the thick bands of muscle that ran all across his back.

“I always wanted a girlfriend so I could have somebody to rub my back,” he said, words a bit jumbled like he was about to fall asleep. Sure enough, when you leaned over slightly his eyes were closed, long eyelashes practically resting on the tops of his cheeks.

“Oh yeah? You just love me for my back rubs huh,” you teased, readjusting a bit so you could move further down. 

“No baby you know that’s no- shit,” he hissed, as your fingers found the knot you’d been looking for, just shy of his spine on the right, a few inches under his tattoo. His whole body tensed under you, shifting so quickly that you had to grab onto his hip so you didn’t lose your balance.

“Swear that wasn’t on purpose. Relax baby, I’ll work it out slow,” you coaxed, peppering kisses along his skin until he was sinking back into the mattress. You made your way back over to the spot, working around the edges of it gently, slowly but surely pressing and kneading it out little by little. You could tell it was the good kind of hurt, and Grayson did his best, finally melting like a puddle when it was finally gone and his tired muscles were relieved.

“You’re magic,” he hummed, starting to roll over a bit, giving you time to move with him until you were straddling his waist, looking down at him. “Come down here.” 

You obliged, shifting off your tired knees and settling against his chest. With the smell of the candles burning you were so relaxed that you were almost sleepy, and when his warm arms wrapped around you tightly you weren’t sure you were going to be able to stay awake.

“I owe you a good back rub, you just tell me when,” He pressed a kiss into your hair, the gratitude obvious in his voice.

“I’ll let you know.” He gave the best back rubs, especially because his hands were so big. “Were you just kinked up from the prank stress? Is there anything else going on?”

“Just the stupid prank. I shouldn’t have fallen for it, but the idea of not being able to be home for another 3 months had me so worked up.”

“I know you’re ready to get back there,” you sighed, smiling as his hands moved over your back lightly, fingers grazing over the fabric of your shirt. “S’not so bad here though.”

“It’s not, but I’m just ready for us to be home, because being home means you moving in full time, and us being in our room, with our bed and our stuff.” The excitement in his voice made your heart swell a bit.

“Don’t forget our bathroom. Designed for all the activities,” you grinned, the thought of the little shower bench that Grayson had designed racing through your head.

“Activities huh? I bet we could do some of those now. Get some good practice in.”

“Hmmm, I’m not sure. Wouldn’t want you to kink your back up again or anything, I’m a one-back-rub a day type of girl,” you feigned your innocence, sitting up to give him a wide grin. “Don’t think we have an ice pack here.”

Two seconds later and he had you pinned underneath him, eyes ablaze. 

“We’ll see whose needing the ice pack in a minute.” 

[soliverse]

winter promises - q.kn

pairing: gangster au!kun x student!reader

genre: angst, a tiny bit of fluff

warnings: mentions of violence, death, injury and bullying (they weren’t explicitly shown but they were mentioned by the characters. nothing too graphic or triggering.)

word count: 2323

ps: hello @strykiss​! I got chosen as your secret santa this year. I debated whether to post From Home or Winter Promises at the last minute but this was the fic that I promised you at my ask. Sorry it took a while :< I hope you liked it.

Winter Promises is a part of the Secret Santa Collab by @lucaswithnoshirt and @bumblebeenct. This is my very first collab and I’m thankful that you have let me be a part of it.

If you want to read the other fics created by the other amazing nct writers, just head over to @neoculturechristmas​ for the other secret santa entries.

networks: @nctcreations​ @kdiarynet @kpopscape

The harshness of the winter has never felt colder than today. Just a few weeks ago, you planned to visit your brother James and spend the rest of Christmas break together. Everything changed when you received a call from the police a few days ago. You almost broke down when they told you about your brother’s passing.

You lived in a different area from your brother because you had to go to school. All this time, you believed that your brother is a salesman. That’s how he was able to pay for college fees and living expenses. Little did you know, he was actually hiding a secret from you.

The police found his body after a gang fight. After a bit of an investigation, they discovered that your brother is actually a member of one of the notorious gangs in the area. He is one of the Guardias. They are people of the night, lurking in the shadows and can only be identified by the tattoo of a black wolf in their forearms. That explains why he wore those long sleeves all of the time whenever he visits, even when in the blistering heat. He just used the excuse that he had to look professional at all times

What’s worse about his death is you had no other living relatives. You were both orphans that got kicked out of the systems when you got older. Nobody attended his funeral but the priest and yourself.

You stood at the middle of the field alone, the cemetery wrapped in a think blanket of snow. You did nothing for the past few hours but stood there in front of his grave and stared blankly at his epitaph.

IN MEMORIAM

JAMES Y/L/N

March 31, 199x – December 20, 20xx

A LOVING BROTHER

Reading the engraved letters made you tear up again.

You just can’t believe that he had to die like this, that he had to lie to make you feel better. You wondered how much he had to suffer just seconds before he dies, recalling the horrible state of his body when they discovered him. Just thinking about it made you shake from anger and grief. It didn’t take long before you broke down and sat right next to the grave hugging your knees.

“Hey…”

You were interrupted by a concerned Kun. He pulled you towards him and wrapped his loving arms around you.

“Sorry for being late.”

You desperately needed someone that day and him coming meant the world to you. If there’s someone that will understand what you are currently going through, it would be him. Just like the two of you, he’s also alone because he had to study overseas. He had a brotherly bond with James, like he’s an extension of your brother. James would always tell Kun that he would be the one to take care of you while he’s gone. It’s safe to say that he still fulfilled that promise.

“I’m sorry you had to spend Christmas like this…”

Eventually, he took your hands to find a nearby bench that you can sit comfortably. He started patting your head and never let go of you until you stopped crying.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you for coming.”

He handed you a handkerchief from his pockets so you can wipe your tears away. His hand still remained your shoulders, patting it gently to calm you down.

“If it makes you feel any better, I got a gift for you.”

He started patting all over his winter coat and his pockets to look for something. Taking it out on one of his inner pockets, he pulled out a box wrapped with a tiny red bow on top. You opened it right away and there was a unique bracelet inside of it.

“Merry Christmas Y/N. I made a promise to James when he’s still alive...”

He took your hand and placed the bracelet in your palms.

“As long as you’re wearing this, James and I will always be with you…”

Your heart melted as he said this to you. You couldn’t help yourself but to hug him once again. His touch felt like summer on this cold, winter night.

///

About a few weeks passed by and your classes resumed once again. You used that supposed break to mourn over James and help yourself to get over from his loss. Kun had a part-time job to attend to, but he always made sure to check on you from time to time.

Wintertime still surrounded the area, but some people already took down their decorations and things went back to normal. As you skipped across the snowy road, you couldn’t help but stare at the thing that’s jingling in your right arm. You stopped on your tracks and held it up to the sky. Your eyes squinted, trying to look for something special in the bracelet that the Kun gave you for Christmas.

It was the single thing that made you smile every day. His words repeated in your head like a broken record and you can’t help but blush at the thought of it. You always this little crush on him even before, but his caring nature the past couple of weeks make your heart flutter even more. This made you unconsciously touch it. You raised your arm up to your eye level and you finally realized that the bracelet is held together by two wolves, one on each side of the bracelet. You wondered why this was the design that he chose, considering that it doesn’t look that girly. It was weird, but you just shrugged it off when you realized that you still have to walk to school.

///

You came just shy a few minutes before the class starts. The professor is still out of sight, so you bowed to greet everyone inside before you walk towards your desk. The class didn’t pay you any attention. It’s always been that way ever since you got admitted to the school. Making friends is hard when people judge you from the way that you dress or the life that you live in every day. You don’t get to wear nice cloths just like everybody else because you liked to save your money for things that are more important.

The other girls would roll their eyes out and point out how worn out your uniform looks or make gestures behind your back. It stayed that way for years, but you never had the guts to tell Kun or James. You have to be strong for yourself sometimes and just ignored their mockery.

You were taking out the textbooks from your bag when you overheard the other girls squealing excitedly at each other. One of them is your classmate Lilith. Everyone thinks she’s so cool because she has a gangster boyfriend that buys her expensive stuff. It’s probably another designer brand bag or something.

“It looks so pretty! Have you tried using it yet?”

You swear that you can sense Lilith’s condescending smirk even when your back is turned against her.

“I haven’t actually. But he said it’s suuuuppppeeeer expensive. Like, it’s worth more than anything he’s ever bought me. I can’t wait to use it at clubs tonight!”

She said in this exaggerated tone that you hate. She had this habit of making herself extra loud so that you’ll hear what she’s trying. You roll your eyes internally and just proceeded to open your notes and tried to recall the lessons that you had for the past few weeks.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t look that much…”

“Ugh…” She sounded so offended at her friend’s remark.

“This bracelet are only given to very special people. It means they are under the protection of the whole group. It means nobody is allowed to touch the very fiber of her being. I can basically do whatever I want and no one will stop me.”

Your hopes of concentrating on your lessons was completely thrown out of the window. At a desperate attempt to keep your sanity intact, you cupped both of your ears with your hands.

“Special, huh? Then why does Y/N have one too?”

“There’s no way…”

You yelped as you felt someone yank out your hand away from your head.

“What do you want, Lilith?”

She yanked it again towards her face and so she can get a better view of your right hand.

“Hey! Let me go!”

You tried grabbing your hand away from her at the same time that she lets go of your hand aggressively, the force sending you off to the floor.

“So, you got claimed too huh?”

You glared at her direction, but the bright red thing on her wrists caught your attention. It looked similar to your bracelet, the only difference being that it was red and the wolf was replaced with a silver dragon. It’s strikingly similar to the one you’re currently wearing.

“I wonder which lowlife scum you had to sleep with just so you can have one of those.”

She folded her arms and scoffed at your direction

“Of course. It had to be one of those filthy G-.”

A stern voice interrupted her from the front door.

“Watch your mouth, Lilith.”

The voice came from Kun, you looked incredibly pissed.

“Leave her alone. She just lost her brother.”

Lilith opened her mouth again but Kun just raised his eyebrows at her. His gaze seemed to be sending her a message that only the two of them can understand.

The stand-off have successfully shut Lilith down as she begrudgingly went back to her desk. The professor came right after, so Kun smiled sweetly at your direction before he sat down at his desk.

You got up from the floor and dusted the dirt off of your uniform, still completely oblivious at what just happened. It made you a bit more self-conscious now that everyone has their eyes on you. Thankfully, the professor caught everyone’s attention and your class proceeded as usual.

It didn’t take long before lunch break comes and the bell rang. As soon as the last professor left the door, everyone’s attention was back on you once again. You just sat there awkwardly as you waited for everyone to leave the classroom, not really sure what else to do about this situation.

Kun felt your uneasiness. He stood up from his chair and offered his hand to help you stand up from your chair. Your smile grew wider once again as you took his hand and you walked together to your usual place in the cafeteria.

The both of you took your seats and brought out your lunchbox with you. You took out your lunch, which was a simple meal composed of eggs, bacon and a cup of rice. When took out his containers, you remembered that your bestfriend is actually a bit of a masterchef. There were several varieties of home-cooked meals from his lunchbox. There are dumplings, warm chicken soup, and some of which you don’t even know the names of.

“I made extra so we can share...”

You can tell that there was extra care given to the meals that he made. This man just never fails to amaze you. Looking around the cafeteria, everyone felt the same way. Some of the other girls looked at you with what you can assume is jealousy written all over their faces.

“You know, the girls of this school hate me because they thought I’m your girlfriend right.” He laughed at your comment, his eyes completely disappearing from the stretch of his smile.

“If you’re actually dating me, then I’ll be the luckiest man alive.”

You felt heat coming up from your face, unsure if it was because of his laugh or the thing that he said. Instead of answering him, you took some of the fried rice that he made and stuffed your mouth to hide your embarrassment.

Time passed and you’re about to walk home as well. Kun called out your name and offered to walk you home. You felt some dirty glance being thrown away at your direction once again, but for once, you didn’t mind them.

“Just making sure got home safe.” He explained when you asked him on the way. It’s a sweet gesture from his part once again, but he’s been acting weird throughout the walk. His eyes kept on looking from left to right, as if he’s looking for something.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He relaxed and his cheery self appeared in front of you once again.

As soon as you got inside your house and closed the door behind you, he started to walk along the snowy road. His uneasiness crept back in, looking left and right to make sure that no one is following him.

His whole demeanor changed as soon as he entered his territory. The apartment that you thought he’s staying in is actually the headquarters of a secret gang that’s meant to protect the whole city. Men lined up in his path, bowing at his presence. At his room, he took off layers of his winter clothing, finally revealing a secret that he’s also been hiding from you. It was a tattoo of a black wolf, only given to the elite members of Guardia.

He sat on his couch and grabbed his phone to dial someone’s number.

“Yes, boss?”

“Hey Xuxi, would you mind giving the Kids a call?”

“Sure. What for?”

“Tell Chan that one of his bitches is misbehaving…”

He rested his head and closed his eyes, reminded of how you were treated earlier by Lilith.

“If he doesn’t do anything about it, I will. Make that very clear to him, unless he wants me to break his other arm.”

“I’m on it, sir.”

The call dropped and his phone was now showing his wallpaper, a candid picture that he took without you knowing.

The other gangs have been becoming bold lately and have orchestrating attacks from left to right. Knowing them, he’s sure that they’ll be going after the next Guardia successor, you.

///

“Protect Y/N at all cost. It won’t take long before the world knows about her real identity.”

That is a promise that he’s willing to keep, even to his death.

[aizawasthot]

better on you | aizawa s.

summary: ice cream nd stolen sweaters. goofy aizawa x reader.  pairing: aizawa shouta x reader word count: 1.9k words

note: ok so hey this is my first fic in this account uwu feedback is appreciated and encouraged hehe. ALSO NGL THIS WAS INSPIRED BY @burnedbyshoto’s sweater scenario w aizawa 🥺🥴 hope u guys enjoy all this aizawa fluff :> ps. Aizawa smells like bath & body works’ eucalyptus and spearmint and no u can’t change my mind

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

“Aizawa, we really need to finish this proposal for next week. Principal Nezu probably expects that we’re done by now,” you groan. This proposal for a more efficient and safer course outline was far from finished.

“Yes, I know, [Y/N]. But we’re stuck on where we can hold the summer training. There’s no place near the school that can hold 20 students,” he muttered, looking bored.

“Well, yeah I know that too but we can leave it for another day. We can work on other areas like-”

“Tell you what-- let’s get out of here and grab some ice cream. Ice cream always helps, maybe we can figure it out after,” he interrupted. You were taken aback with his offer, but you accepted nonetheless.

“Oh-- I guess that’s okay,” you replied.

“It’s settled then, you can grab your stuff and we can meet by the teacher’s lounge.” 

-

“Aizawa! You got vanilla? Really?” You snort, shaking your head at the man sitting across from you. “That’s so boring… so… vanilla...?”

“I may like vanilla ice cream but I’m not so vanilla myself,” he smirked at you, teasing and almost a little too uncharacteristic of the usual brooding teacher.

“Aizawa! Oh god--” you sputtered. “That’s not very appropriate,” you said. Your tone stern but your face beet red and a goofy grin spread across your face.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. He looked so relaxed- his brows weren’t furrowed and his usual frown was replaced by this adorable smile. Why did that make your heart flutter?

Still admiring the man in front of you, he interrupted your thoughts, “You’re staring,” he smirked. Oh. OH.

“Apologies,” you mumbled, your face once again heating up. “You're just-- you’re better looking when you’re not, you know, brooding.”

“So you’re saying I’m ugly when I’m brooding?” He feigned being hurt, hand on his chest, laughing.

“You know that’s not what I mean-- it’s just, you know…” You trailed off, eyes not meeting his.

“That I look even more handsome than I do?” He teased.

“Ugh, Aizawa,” you groan. He was being a cheeky bastard and he knew it.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re fun to tease,” he grinned at you, and you finally let your eyes meet. His eyes were twinkling. He looked like an angel, you thought.

You shook your head, “You’re a goofball.”

“Uhuh, and you love it,” he mused. Smile still plastered on his face.

“Hah, you wish,” you stuck your tongue out.

“What are you? 5?” He snorted, his smile growing even wider. 

An employee interrupts your banter as they walk towards your table. “Excuse me sir, ma’am, our store is closing in about 10 minutes. Would you like to get anything else for the night?”

You didn’t even realize that you were the only ones left at the store. “Oh, no, thank you. We better get going then,” you smiled at the young girl. “Thank you, have a good night!”

While you were gathering your things, you realize that the store closes at 10PM, which also happens to be the last run of your bus on the way home. 

“Shit,” you cussed under your breath. I guess I have to either walk or uber, you thought.

“I just realized that the last bus comes in a few minutes and the bus stop is at least a 15 minute walk from here. I’ll probably just uber home though,” you casually shrugged.

“Or-- uhm, you could stay at my place? It’s only a 10 minute walk from here,” he offered. “Only if you want to though! You can totally uber if you want…” AIzawa added, looking sheepish.

“I mean-- well, if it’s okay with you. I don’t want to intrude,” you blushed.

“I offered, didn’t I? Come on, it’s pretty late,” he muttered, gesturing for you to walk beside him. Noticing that his face was also turning red. 

“You’re like an old man,” you giggled. It was 10PM on a Friday night, it’s not like he had to wake up early tomorrow.

“Oh shut up, if you deal with my rambunctious students all the time then you’d know how tiring it is,” he sighed dramatically.

“Okay, old man.”

-

“I can sleep on the couch, Aizawa. It’s not a big deal,” you told him when you arrived at his apartment. He was insisting earlier that you take his bed and he’s sleeping on the couch. Which was ridiculous, you were already crashing at his place.

“Are you sure? Because I’d gladly take the couch. I don’t have a guest room-”

“Aizawa, stop. Don’t be ridiculous, I’m more than okay sleeping on the couch,” you repeated.

“Okay then. I’ll grab you some of my clothes if you want to wash up before bed; the bathroom’s the door on the left,” he pointed at the bathroom door. 

“You don’t need to lend me clothes, AIzawa,” you said, your face heating up again. He was being too nice.

“Shouta.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Shouta,” he clarified. “And-- don’t tell me you’re not going to shower and change your clothes after a full day of sweating from training your students.”

“Okay, Ai- Shouta. Thank you.” You gave in and accepted his offer, and while you sat and waited for him to grab extra clothes for you, you can’t help but notice how cozy his apartment is. His place looks inviting and warm, much like he was with you today.

When he came back to give you your things, you were too busy scrolling through social media to notice him approaching you, he was already showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a quite fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re staring again,” he snickered, handing you your clothes for the night.

You blushed profusely, abruptly standing from your seat, “I’m just-- I’m gonna go shower now.”

-

You woke up at 3AM freezing cold. Shouta did give you an extra blanket and pillow, but you’re always cold, so it’s not a surprise. You sat up, wanting to grab a glass of water. Walking towards the kitchen, you spotted a grey sweater on the back of one of the chairs. 

It wouldn’t hurt to just borrow it, right? You thought as you grabbed your glass of water. Deciding that you needed another layer other than an oversized shirt and sweatpants so you won’t freeze to death, you grabbed the sweater before you could change your mind.

It smelled like him. It smelled like eucalyptus and spearmint.

You fell asleep almost immediately after putting on his sweater, burying your face into the collar, smiling like an idiot.

-

That morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. You could hear Aizawa softly humming to himself as he shuffled around the kitchen, making breakfast.

You got up and stretched, feeling well rested with a satisfied smile on your face. “Good morning Shouta,” you smiled at him.

“Morning-- wait, is that my sweater?” He said, staring intently at what you’re wearing. Shit, you forgot about the sweater.

“Oh-- uhm, yes. Yes it is. I’m sorry, I can take it off right now, I was just too cold last night and I saw it laying there when I grabbed a cup of water. I swear I didn’t mean to like, steal it or anything. I just needed another layer to, y’know, not freeze to death,” you rambled on, your face flushing for the nth time.

“Oh [Y/N], no no, I was just surprised. You can keep it on, it looks better on you anyway,” he chuckled, leaving you even more flustered.

You buried your face into your hands, feeling like a dumbass. “I’m really sorry, I’ll wash your clothes and give them back,” you mumbled.

 -

After eating breakfast with Shouta, you said your thanks and apologized profusely before leaving and ubering home. When you got home, you washed the shirt and the sweatpants that you insisted on washing; but you left the sweater on and enjoyed the comfort it gave you as you did random tasks.

After spending your afternoon grading papers, you decide to take a break. You also decided to text Shouta, still feeling embarrassed about the sweater situation.

To: Aizawa Shouta Hey, thanks again for letting me crash at your place last night. Anddd sorry again for being bothersome ):

From: Aizawa Shouta I already told you, it’s not a problem. Also, stop saying sorry! I told you, it’s fine

To: Aizawa Shouta Okay okay geez. I’ll give you your clothes back when I see u on monday! :)

From: Aizawa Shouta Alright, sounds good. See you Monday morning :)

The interaction has you feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush, and for the rest of the day, Aizawa Shouta was the only thing in your mind.

-

Okay, so here’s the deal. You washed his sweater Sunday night, and you definitely were going to give it back to him, but then, during your walk on the way to UA, the wind picked up and you got chilly. Here’s the kicker: you forgot to bring a jacket. So what did you do? Grab Shouta’s sweater from the bag of his clothes and you wore it. Again. You didn’t even plan to wear it that long, just for the duration of your walk. But of course, you just had to arrive the same time Shouta did.

“Good morning, [Y/N],” he greeted you at the school entrance, eyes already trained on your-- his sweater.

“Good morning, Aizawa,” you muttered, trying to keep your cool as you walk inside.

“You know, I don’t recall that sweater being that comfortable, but if you do find it comfortable, then maybe you should keep it,” he mused, a small smirk forming on his lips. You can already feel your face heating up as you silently hand over the bad with the rest of his clothes.

“I-- I swear I was gonna give it to you today, but you see, I forgot to bring my own jacket and I got cold and--”

“It’s okay,” he laughed as he noticed your face getting redder.

It was not okay. How many times do I have to embarrass myself in front of him? I need to get a grip, you thought to yourself, still walking beside him as you near your respective offices.

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei! [Y/N]-sensei!” You heard someone call out, only to see it was Midoriya.

“Good morning,” you both greeted.

“Wait-- [Y/N]-sensei, your sweater looks familiar. It looks like All Might’s gift to Aizawa-sensei’s birthday that I helped pick out,” Midoriya said as he examined your clothes.

“Oh-- uh, well--”

“Actually, Midoriya, can you see if Present Mic is here already? He has something that I need,” Aizawa spoke up, saving you from the ever so curious boy. Midoriya enthusiastically nodded and took off almost immediately.

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief. “But also, what? This was All Might’s gift to you? Why’d you let me borrow it? Oh god, Aizawa,” you groaned.

“It’s no big deal, Toshinori always gives me a sweater or a hoodie every year. No complaints though, I love sweaters and hoodies,” he shrugged, opening his office door.

“But it’s still his gift to you,” you insisted, following him into his office. When you were about to take his sweater off, he spoke up.

“Keep it, I already told you it’s fine.”

“But--”

“What are you going to wear when you walk home? It’s probably going to be still cold, so keep it.” His voice sounded so firm and commanding. That’s kinda hot, your brain involuntarily thought.

You blushed at his persistence, and what you just thought about. “Okay, then,” you said. Turning to leave his office.

“And like I said,” You turned your head to look at Shouta, “it looks better on you.” He finished with a wink.

Oh god.

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