#i’m so tired and scared we won’t find a place in time

[monicfever]

matt murdock as your boyfriend. 𝜗𝜚 hc’s

includes ᝰ .ᐟ gn!reader ,, fluff ,, sfw headcanons ,, religious mentions

MATT MURDOCK AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . adores you. he can’t believe you’re real — every time you say his name it’s a prayer answered. he listens to the sound of your heartbeat like it’s music, memorized the rhythm of it before he ever let himself memorize the curve of your smile.

matt doesn’t just love you — he carries you. protects you like it’s instinct. like you’re something sacred.

will step between you and anything that looks like danger, even if it’s just a rude stranger or a loud car. and god help anyone who actually tries to hurt you — matt won’t let them walk away. not as the lawyer. not as the devil.

he’s soft with you in a way he never is with anyone else, fingers tracing your wrist like he’s reading braille, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand when he thinks you’re asleep. smiles against your shoulder when he’s tired. holds you tighter when the city feels too loud.

but he gets scared too. scared of losing you. scared of hurting you. scared that the violence stitched into his soul will bleed into yours. so sometimes he pulls back — disappears into himself. tells you he’s fine even when his knuckles are split and there’s blood on his collar. won’t meet your eyes, won’t let you touch him. but if you wait it out, if you reach for him anyway, he always comes back. always folds into you like he never left.

remembers everything. the exact cadence of your laugh, how your breathing changes when you're about to cry, the shape of your hand when it’s searching for his. he notices when you swap perfumes, when you wear new earrings, when your voice sounds a little hoarse because you didn’t sleep well. doesn’t mention it like it’s weird — just softly asks if you need tea. or rest. or him.

his love shows up in rituals. carries your umbrella even if it’s not supposed to rain. calls you after a bad case just to hear your voice. kisses your temple twice when you leave the apartment.

he talks to god about you. not in the way he used to — not asking for forgiveness. not begging for strength. just... saying thank you. like he’s been given something he didn’t deserve. and maybe he hasn’t, but he’s going to protect it anyway.

he always reaches for you in crowded places. not because he needs to — his senses are sharp enough to navigate most chaos — but because he wants to be guided by you. threads his fingers through yours, hand curling into your sleeve, forearm, belt loop. anything to keep you close. anything to let you lead.

“where are we going?” he’ll ask, even though he already knows. grinning like he’s getting away with something. he just likes hearing your voice explain it. likes being pulled along like you’re his compass and the only thing that matters is keeping up with your footsteps.

sometimes he pretends he can’t find something just to get you to come closer. “where’s the salt?” “matt, literally right in front of you.” “i’m blind, sweetheart.” and you roll your eyes, walk over, and he just grins, smug, hands slipping around your waist. “thanks for the assistance.”

lives for slow strolls with your arm linked in his. especially at night. especially when the city has finally calmed down a bit. lets you guide him like you’re dancing through the streets, murmuring what’s around you — the neon signs, the smell of fresh pretzels, the sound of a jazz saxophone in the distance.

he fakes not being able to do tech stuff all the time. “can you post that for me?” “can you read this email out loud?” “can you set my alarm?” and every time, it’s just an excuse to hear your voice, or feel your hands brush against his as you show him how to do it. yeah, he could use a screen reader. but where’s the fun in that?

he rests his chin on your shoulder a lot when you’re doing something mundane. like brushing your teeth, making dinner, folding laundry. just appears behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, and leans his whole weight into you.

sometimes he fumbles on purpose. “oops, I missed the cup,” he’ll say with a smirk, spilling just a little water. you sigh and walk over, wiping it up, and he uses the moment to pull you into a kiss.

he gets a little clingy after bad nights. not in a loud way. just won’t let go of your hand. won’t stray more than a step away. stands behind you while you do dishes or brush your hair, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

you guide his hands through everyday things, and he always looks like he’s learning the shape of the world for the first time. folding dough, measuring spices, finding the buttons on a remote — he’s so focused. and he always smiles when your hands touch his to correct something. every single time. like he’s never going to get used to being cared for like this.

sometimes you’ll lead him somewhere with no warning. “trust me,” you’ll say, tugging his hand. and he’ll smile, nod, follow without hesitation. because he does. always has. always will.

he tells you he loves you in the smallest ways. “be careful.” “call me when you get home.” “take my jacket.” “your heartbeat changed — what’s wrong?”

he wakes up the second you stir. even if he was dead asleep five seconds ago. instantly reaches for you, palm brushing your side, murmuring, “you okay?” voice still gravelly from sleep.

he gets weirdly smug when you trip or bump into something. “huh,” he’ll tease, “and here I thought I was the blind one.” and you’ll glare at him and he’ll just kiss your forehead.

he has incredible spatial awareness but pretends to bump into furniture just so you’ll tease him. “you good?” you’ll say, raising an eyebrow, and he’ll grin and go, “guess I need a guide.” cue him holding onto your waist like it’s the only thing keeping him standing.

he randomly kisses your hands. when you’re cooking, reading, doing work — he'll just reach over, take your hand, and press his lips to your knuckles. it’s not always romantic. sometimes it’s just a little thank you for being here.

he’ll ask you to describe things to him in your words. “what does the sky look like right now?” “what’s she wearing?” “what’s the room feel like?” and you’ll ramble through the details, unsure if it makes sense — but he always listens, like you’re telling him a story he never wants to end.

you read to him at night. curled up in bed, your voice soft in the quiet. he’s not even listening to the story half the time — just the way you say the words.

he teaches you self-defense. he takes it seriously, even if you don’t. but every time you land a hit, he praises you like you just saved the world.

late-night walks through hell’s kitchen. just talking. venting. dreaming. sometimes he stops mid-sentence to kiss you under a streetlamp. “sorry. just had to.”

he pulls away when he’s hurting. emotionally, physically, all of it. slips into that quiet place in his head where the guilt lives. tells you he’s fine with a tight jaw and bruises blooming across his ribs.

he’s terrified of burdening you. of being too much. too broken. he thinks if you saw everything — the anger, the damage, the things he’s done — you’d leave. so he tries to handle it all himself. isolates. bleeds in silence. but he aches for comfort, even when he won’t ask.

sometimes he has nightmares. fists clenched in the sheets, breath ragged, muttering things that don’t make sense. and you wake him up gently, touch his shoulder, and he flinches before realizing it’s you.

absolutely refuses to admit when he’s sick. “i’m fine.” you’re shivering. “it’s not that cold.” you literally just sneezed five times. “allergies.” matt, you don’t have allergies. “…okay but i still don’t need soup.”

the moment you take charge — pull the blankets up, hand him tissues, give him meds — he folds like wet laundry. instantly compliant. snuggles into the pillows with a dramatic sigh. “only because you’re cute when you boss me around.”

a huge baby when he’s actually sick. makes the most pitiful groaning sounds, flops onto the couch like he’s on death’s door. constantly wants to cuddle and cling to you.

you catch him trying to sneak out of bed once to go on patrol and you yell. he tries to argue. “the city needs—” “the city can wait, you have a fever and a death wish.” he grumbles. you kiss his forehead. he shuts up immediately.

tries to pretend he’s suffering in silence but keeps whispering things like “baby can you rub my back?” or “i think i need another blanket” or “can you come lay with me for five minutes? ten? okay forever?”

he’s so protective. not in a possessive way — in a “if anything in this world hurts you, it’ll answer to me” kind of way. steps in front of you instinctively. hears a tone in someone’s voice you don’t even notice and subtly shifts between you and them. but if you ask him to stand down, he always listens. because your safety isn’t just about fists — it’s about trust.

always insists on keeping your plans, even if he’s clearly moving slower than usual. “I’m fine,” he says, clearly wincing as he puts on a button-down. you catch him rotating his shoulder like he’s trying to pop it back into place.

he’s not loud about his jealousy. not possessive. just hyper-aware. the way someone’s voice changes when they talk to you, how close they’re standing. you can practically feel the shift in his body next to you — shoulders straightening, jaw tightening. but he says nothing. just listens.

he does subtle things. puts his hand on your lower back when someone’s talking to you for too long. brushes his fingers over yours when someone compliments you just a little too enthusiastically. stands slightly closer. doesn’t speak unless he has to.

if someone gets too bold, though? oh he’s done. still polite. still calm. but absolutely deadly. steps in, voice low and smooth: “Hi. I’m Matt.” smile perfectly measured, hand firm in the handshake — but he’s already evaluated the guy’s heartbeat, stance, and whether he could take him down in five seconds or less if needed. (he could. always could.)

he’ll dance with you in the kitchen. no music. just the sound of rain on the window or a pan sizzling on the stove. he’ll reach for your hand with that little crooked smile, spin you into his arms, and sway like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

you both talk during chores. actual conversations. about your day, about random memories, about the weird neighbor with the too-loud parrot. and he listens like it’s the most important intel he’s ever received. nods, hums, asks questions. you’ve never felt so heard while doing dishes.

he lets you cut his hair sometimes. sits on a stool in the bathroom, towel around his shoulders, completely relaxed. you tease him about how still he is — “you’re acting like you’re on trial.” he just grins. “you’re holding scissors near my head.”

he folds your laundry. not just folds it — does that careful press-and-stack thing. pairs your socks. hangs your shirts so they won’t wrinkle.

does dishes with his sleeves rolled up and a dish towel over his shoulder like it’s a whole ceremony. hums under his breath while you dry. sometimes flicks water at you just to hear you squeal and laugh.

you two have a habit of falling asleep in odd places — couch, floor, roof. anywhere. half a conversation turns into hours curled into each other. his favourite part is waking up to your heartbeat under his ear. says it’s better than any alarm clock.

helping him shave sometimes. it turns into something gentle. your fingers on his jaw, his hands resting on your hips, quiet laughter when he makes a face at the cold razor. it feels intimate.

gets grumpy when you're hurt. even small things — a paper cut, a stubbed toe — he gets all quiet and intense like he's going to take on the concept of pain itself. he’ll crouches in front of you while putting a bandaid on like it’s the most important task in the world.

he insists on carrying all the groceries. all of them. “i’m blind, not weak.” he’ll say, ten bags looped on each arm like a stubborn pack mule. won’t even let you take the bread.

he keeps extra gloves and scarves in his coat pockets — not for him, for you. “you always forget yours,” he says, even though sometimes you don’t. doesn’t matter. he’s already wrapping one around your neck, tugging your hands into his. “can’t have you getting cold.”

he saves the crunchy edges of brownies for you. the soft center of cinnamon rolls. whatever part you once mentioned liking the best, that’s what you’ll find saved for you — tucked in a napkin, handed over without a word, just a warm smile.

when he gets back from patrol he always checks if you’re asleep before doing anything else. listens for your breathing, your heartbeat. if you’re up, he’ll come curl up next to you. if you’re asleep, he’ll just hover in the doorway for a second. breathing it in.

sometimes, when he’s feeling brave, he whispers “i love you” when he thinks you’re not awake. presses a kiss to your forehead and says it like a secret. like it’s breaking out of him and he has nowhere else to put it but right there, into your skin.

always checks if your phone is charged before bed. quietly plugs it in if you forgot. sets your alarm. puts it face-down so the light won’t bother you. doesn’t say a word about it — just does it.

he calls you sweetheart when he’s sleepy. voice all low and warm and tangled in dreams. sometimes murmured against your neck, sometimes mumbled into your shoulder like he’s already half gone — “mm, goodnight, sweetheart,” and you feel it all the way down to your bones.

saves you the last bite. his sandwich, the cookie you split, the best bite of takeout. even if it’s his favourite part, he’ll nudge it toward you and go, “you take it. i’m full.” (he’s not.)

he loves being babied a little. not a lot, and too much of it will have him feeling annoyed and overcrowded, but when you help him fix his tie, button his cuffs, rub his shoulders after a long day, he leans into your touch like he was waiting for it all day.

he’s hopelessly in love with the domestic routine. brushing teeth side by side. carrying the laundry basket while you fold.

he’ll do your skincare with you at night. blindly pats moisturizer into your cheeks with far too much enthusiasm. “did i get it?” he asks, fingers smeared with product, giggling like an idiot when you say “too much.”

when you cry he holds you like he’s made of warmth. wraps you up in his arms, hand at the back of your neck, thumb stroking slow and steady. doesn’t try to fix it unless you ask. just says, over and over, “i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”

started 4.24.2025. finished 4.24.2025.

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©️ monicfever 2025

[nicromancytarot]

FIRST KISS WITH YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD TAROT READING

I asked my spirit guides how your first kiss with your future spouse is going to go, pick a picture to find out what they have to say!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

During the time of your first kiss with your future spouse I feel like you guys will be feeling slightly insecure about the connection and situation you are in with your person, it may be that they don’t seem interested enough, or that you are having doubts about your connection. I see this coming at a time when your relationship (I’m assuming situationship or talking stage) is on the rocks and a little unstable. The kiss is cementing the seriousness of your relationship and it shows each other what you want, that you are one hundred percent ready for each other. You have both the lovers and the two of cups, so I think you two may begin dating after this kiss, as if no words needed to be spoken for you to realise how serious this is to be between you both. The moment this kiss happens, it sweeps you two off your feet, causing everything that has reached crossroad to end, and a new path emerges for you to follow.

The kiss itself will be initiated by the feminine energy, it could seem very random, and it will help either one, if not both of you with your self-love and perception. The kiss will give you answers, I’m assuming it’s quite spontaneous and random, it could happen when the masculine is talking about the future, or something to do with their leadership over something, the feminine will just swoop in with a kiss on random. Again, we have another heavy commitment card, so I don’t think much will be said between you during this kiss, however you will both know that it has elevated your connection.

I see this happening in a place someone doesn’t want to be, I don’t know if the second person was expected to be there, however they came anyways and the person who isn’t happy to be there is super excited to be able to talk and get away with the other. It could be a place of work, somewhere where a lot of people are and there’s lots of conversations. Also could be a party since I see strong energy of talking and aggressive energies.

PILE 2

During the time of the kiss, I see the feminine getting tired of the lack of direction between the connection of the two. There seems to be a lot of untold truths in this connection, and the feminine is tired of being left in the dark. I feel this is due to the masculine’s fear of opening up to people, they may be embarrassed of their feelings, or just nervous that the feminine won’t see them as strong, heavy on the strength, that’s how the masculine wants to be seen. The kiss happens at a time where the two of you are between total commitment and becoming strangers again, where you’re trying to build something, but the masculine keeps getting spooked and pulls back. This is definitely a connection which starts off as a hot and cold one, one second they’re all in, and then the next they pull away. It’s clear this becomes frustrating for the feminine as they just want a clean message without any hidden undertones. I think this will take place right after or during an argument, not one that is incredibly heated, however I see the feminine walking away and the masculine pulling them back and in for a kiss. It’s very spontaneous and unexpected.

The kiss itself is being described as “soul sucking,” it will make you both forget about the prior issues and disagreement between you both, and will bring an end to the confusion. The masculines lips taste like those of uncovered promises and words which they wouldn’t dare let leave, they are spilling their entire, darkest memories and truths into the feminine, letting them know each other inside out. The kiss is hazy, it’s dizzying and you may need to sit down after. It marks the beginning of stability and readiness for one another, your lips on theirs prove that you are ready to become each others.

This could happen outside, somewhere near water, perhaps one or both of you live near a beach or a body of water. I think some people may hear you argue, I did see a parking lot, so it could be right after a date or if you’re friends, then after you mentioned or asked for the answer of what you two were, and the masculine got a little hesitant to answer while walking the feminine to their car, causing the feminine to react and try to call quits to a relationship which had no answers or security.

PILE 3

During the time of the kiss, I think you guys will be in a relationship or at least committed to each other without the full on commitment. If you aren’t already in a relationship with a label, then you will use this first kiss to begin the start of your official relationship. You pile 3’s have very good stability with your future spouse even at this moment, you’re both very clear with where you want this to happen. I’m assuming you’re my pile of instantaneous love. The kiss could have you both laughing afterwards, finding it entertaining rather than passionate or super intimate, one of you may even crack a joke after and then get back to talking about what they were talking about.

I don’t think there’s an initiator in this pile, you both might just lean in while talking about something on the couch, catching your lips in a swift kiss to commit a silent prayer of worship before returning to the conversation at hand, it feels very natural and calming, you may just be watching a movie. This kiss will help you nurture your connection, it may make you feel a lot more comfortable too, since it’s the next big step in the connection. One of you could have had a breakup a while back, and haven’t kissed anyone since, this kiss is almost washing away the taste and touch of the before relationship, immediately associating intimacy and romance with the future spouse, rather than the ex.

I see this happening at a place of comfort, I assume someone’s home, somewhere where you can relax and wind down, and also a place you are somewhat protective of - or maybe they are. So heavy homely energy for you guys. The room could be in a little bit of a mess, and one of you may be embarrassed over the other person seeing such a mess, but the other person really doesn’t care about it.

[mydearesthrry]

casual - h.s.

a/n: self indulgent because i will never get over the fact that half of this happened to me literally verbatim because im a loser ok bye. this is my way of coping enjoy please i got so carried away ugh the impact of a british man hahaha. i suggest casual by chappell roan or …what are we? by lizzy mcalpine

wc: im guessing 1k>

warnings: angst thats really it harry’s lowkey a cunt but its not him ok. THIS IS FRAT BOY HARRY FOR THIS ONE!!!

y/n was startled to see her front door swing open, harry stepping into the threshold to get away from the cold air outside. “hi baby.”

“hey, h,” she replied, stepping up from her place on the couch to meet him where he was toeing off his shoes. “how was your day?”

y/n’s hands ran up his chest to his shoulders, pushing his coat off his figure and hooking it on the coatrack. “it was okay, how was yours?”

“fine, thank you,” she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “tired, i guess.”

“that’s not good, princess, you need to get your sleep. can’t have my pretty girl all sleepy, hm?” he grinned, wrapping his arms around the girl and pressing a kiss into her temple.

“yeah, just had a lot on my mind recently, i guess.” she says through a sigh, unwrapping harry’s arms from her body, walking away from him toward the kitchen.

“like what?” harry questioned, following behind her like a puppy.

“i… nothing, it’s not important,” she considered it. she really did. but it just… she couldn’t find it in herself to ruin what they had so easily. to ruin them so easily. “don’t worry about me, really.”

harry physically recoiled as if he’d been burnt, “i want to worry about you, y/n. i want you to be okay, always.” he’d used her real name— a true indication that she’d offended him.

“i- i know, i’m sorry. i jus’ don’t wanna bother you with my stupid stuff.” she glanced up at him through her lashes, refusing to make eye contact.

“it it has to do with you, it’s not stupid. now, tell me, princess, what’s wrong?” he tried once more. he could tell that she was getting closer to telling him the truth, he just needed to coax it out of her.

“can we sit?” she asked, harry immediately nodding and grabbing her hand to lead her over.

“so, what’s on your mind?”

“i’m scared to tell you.”

harry looked confused then. “why?”

“because… if you don’t know, and i don’t know, then it doesn’t make sense for this to keep happening,” she paused. “and i don’t want to lose you.”

“wait, what are we even talking about? lose me? why would you lose m-“

“you confuse me.” that’s definitely one way to put it.

“what?” harry tilted his head, his hand still covering hers.

“i- it’s just, sometimes i really can’t tell if you want me, or if you’re just keeping me around just to keep me around. like, sometimes you treat me so platonically it confuses me, and then other times you’re rattling off how i’m the only one for you. i know we said no strings, i know, but i know you don’t really see me as a friend. there’s no way that this is just casual, harry.”

harry didn’t know what to say. staring down at their intertwined hands, he cleared his throat and bit at his lip.

“what is it, please just tell me what’s on your mind,” y/n pleaded, squeezing his hands.

“i… honestly don’t know, my love, im sorry,” he finally said, but he chose to twist the knife. “i don’t know what we are.”

oh.

oh.

“oh, um,” she whispered, sliding her legs off of harry’s knees, withdrawing her hands from his grasp to slide under her thighs. “yeah, i… i didn’t think you would.”

“i’m sorry, princess. you won’t lose me though, y’do know that, right?” he could sense her sadness like it was his own. his phone ringing distracted her from her thoughts, the name reading ‘Claire’, making a scoff leave her lips.

“go handle business, i’ll be upstairs.” y/n said coolly, standing from the couch once more. as she began her trek to the stairs, harry grabbed her wrist.

“don’t be like that.” he grumbled, pressing the pressure point between her thumb and pointer finger.

“be like what? i’m gonna go take a nap, didn’t you just tell me to get some rest?” she smiled, but he could see the hurt in her eyes.

not exclusive, more than friends, less than lovers. how could she be so naive?

“are you sure?”

“your phone’s still ringing.”

“that’s unimportant. are you okay?”

“peachy.”

he knew she was lying. he just didn’t know what she wanted to hear.

“okay, pretty girl, dream of me, yeah?”

“mhm. see you later, lock the door if you leave.”

“i will, i’m sorry.”

as she walked away, she could hear his voice fill the living room.

“hey angel, i’ll be there in 20.”

more than friends, less than lovers.

—

part 2

[etherealrin]

♬⋆.˚ track 01: get a guitar!

warnings: fem!reader , heck ton of dialogue // wc: 1.3k

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:01 TRACKLIST: previous. next.

itoshi rin, oddly, is restless today. after last night, or technically this morning, he should have been at least a little bit tired or sleepy, but he was pacing around his room like he’d drank three shots of espresso already. you’ve been occupying a corner of his mind like a trendy pop song, chorus so catchy that he can’t not think about you. great, he was already comparing you to music. again. even though he swore he quit.

then the melodic chime of his doorbell sounds, and rin is running down the stairs towards his front door. 

“good morning!” you greet him with a bright smile. itoshi rin isn’t used to someone greeting him like this in the morning, as if they actually wanted to see him. but here you were.

“morning,” he replies, wondering if he sounds too stiff. if you find him awkward, you don’t show it. 

“i never got your name yesterday,” you say, looking at him quizzically. 

i'm so stupid. “itoshi rin. but please just call me rin, i don’t like to go by my last name,” rin states, revealing no further details.

you don’t push the matter, giving him your name as well. “i guess we should just be on first name basis then.” 

he nods. “the music store i go to is downtown. we’re going to have to take the bus there, if that’s okay with you?”

“sure! i have nothing to do for the entirety of this summer anyways.” well that makes two of us, rin thinks. 

you follow him onto the street, and after a while rin stops at a large sign, conveniently labeled “BUS.” he’s saved from attempting to make small talk as the vehicle comes almost immediately. 

“it’ll be around ten minutes,” he says once you’ve both boarded. you’re already pushing airpods into your ears, and you nod. rin desperately wants to know what you’re listening to—surely a small peek won’t hurt?

so he maneuvers himself to stand behind you, the bus seats were all filled by now anyway. he catches sight of your phone, squinting to try and read the spotify music bar. unfortunately, the driver today isn’t the most adept at his craft. the ride is bumpy and the turns are terrible. before rin can decipher what song you’re playing, the bus is screeching to a stop, sending you toppling backwards. yet he’s the one who’s behind you, and suddenly you’re falling into his arms. time freezes for rin, and instinctively, he holds his arms out and around your body. it’s akin to a cheesy kdrama scene the way he catches you, gripping your waist to steady your shaking legs.

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry!” you ramble, face tomato red. “i’m not that used to buses, and-“

“it’s fine, are you alright?” rin’s trying hard to stop his own voice from wavering as well. the contact had flustered him, definitely. and why did you smell so nice? the sweet floral notes of whatever you were wearing had made their way up his nose and it was all he could smell now. oh, right. he still hadn’t found out what you were listening to.

you both brush yourselves off from the incident, choosing to ignore it for the greater mission: getting you a new guitar. upon arrival, the city is teeming with people, and rin’s afraid of losing you in the crowd.

“stay close to me,” he mutters, taking off in the direction of the music store. he allows you to press yourself next to him. you were in a new place, a bit nervous and probably scared, so this kind of contact was tolerable, right?

“a record shop?” you ask, reading the lit sign of the storefront.

“BLUE LOCK RECORDS” was, in fact, blazing in bright blue in front of you. 

“yeah, i’m friends with the family that owns this place,” rin answers, holding the door for you to walk through. 

“welcome to bl- rin! hey!” the boy lounging lazily at the cashier straightens up after spotting rin. 

“hey isagi.” rin turns back to you. “we were in a middle school band together,” he explains.

“rin was totally the star!” isagi adds, grinning at the memory.

“really? you play?” your tone is obviously curious, not at all masking the excitement you suddenly have. 

“i used to.” and rin leaves it at that, shooting isagi a look. the latter gulps, realizing something. “anyway, isagi, got any electric guitars? maybe some fenders?”

“we just received a shipment today actually, here,” isagi begins walking towards a section of the spacious shop, pointing at a wall. you gasp upon seeing rows atop rows of beautifully polished guitars, the metal glistening like morning dew. subconsciously, your fingers move to trace the cool ridges and groves of the instrument. without thinking, you’re drawn to one in specific. its a lustrous ocean blue, and you think it’s absolutely perfect. “this one, please,” you say, as if in a trance. you don't even bother to check the price tag.

“that’s the most expensive one on the floor right now,” isagi gasps, startled by your decisiveness. “it’ll be at least-“

rin glares at him.

“i mean, i’ll give you 50% off!” the boy hurriedly adds. you wonder what history the two have for rin to be that influential. 

when isagi rings you up at front, you’re pleasantly shocked to see the total much lower than you’d braced yourself for. shopping with a local really has its benefits!

and when you’re out of earshot, engrossed in examining the guitar, isagi lets his curiosity win.

“so, who’s that girl? and did you seriously quit?”

“that girl is my neighbor, and yes, why would i joke about quitting?” rin hisses. 

“are you into her or something? i never see you with the opposite gender!”

“shut the hell up,” he snaps.

“i’m just saying, if you want to slide me her number or something-“ rin clamps a hand over the banged boy’s mouth. 

“uhm, rin?” your voice echoes from somewhere up front. grateful for an excuse to leave isagi behind, rin darts out to find you. you’re staring at a quaint café across the street, full of patrons and boasting a sign “the best matcha you’ll find in town!”

“is that place any good?” you question him.

“i don’t like matcha-“ rin says, knowing where this was going. he watches as your face drops immediately, all glitter from your eyes fading. “but theirs is really good!” he finishes, a crooked grin pasted on his lips. he can hear isagi snickering behind you. yeah, isagi knew he despised those green drinks.

“great, let’s go!” and you begin dragging him by the hand outside, bidding farewell to isagi. rin, although he could have easily resisted, allows himself to be taken after you insist on paying for his drink.

“one iced americano please,” rin tells the waitress. the two of you were now seated at a small table inside, surrounded by other customers. he tries not to wince at how the place was buzzing with laughter and socialization; it’s not really his thing.

“and i’ll have an iced matcha latte, thank you!” you beam at the server, who jots down the order. you then proceed to glare at rin.

“seriously, who orders plain black coffee? at a place like this?”

“i, uhm, had so much of their matcha that i got sick of it.” he’s lying through his teeth by now.

when the drinks are delivered, you wordlessly slide yours towards him.

“at least have a sip, you didn’t need to order something cheaper just because i’m paying,” you frown, looking at the boy across from you. rin gulps. truly, he just didn’t like matcha—but you seemed to be extremely passionate about it. so he forces himself to have just a sip.

he blinks. it’s pleasantly…refreshing? 

“still good, right?” you snatch your cup back, taking a lengthy sip. 

“i guess,” itoshi rin admits. it’s weird, how you were able to make his day just that much sweeter.

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Can you do Harbinger Headcannons for a reader who has a hard time with being social and recharges by being held? For example: they get overwhelmed after being out and about all day but have a very hard time asking to be held because they don't have the energy to communicate it. (Oddly specific but it's what I deal with)

A/N: I chose these by generating random numbers 1 through 11 and then choosing said harbinger by their rank. It’s purely by luck and I’m happy that Scaramouche and Arlecchino randomly got picked.

Also I had a very hard time finding anything about Pulcinella’s personality or what he’s like since we only saw him in the winter's interlude so if you’re reading this from the future and I’m wrong then I’m sorry. I tried my best.

Harbinger headcanons for a reader who has a hard time with being social and recharges by being held

Scaramouche

- Isn’t thrilled with physical affection but he does understand having your social battery being drained so you both compromised so no one would be uncomfortable and you got to lay your head on his lap while he ran his hands through your hair until you were ready to interact with others. Sometimes he also used your want to escape and get away from social gatherings because he doesn’t like them on a good day.

- Eventually he does come around and grow more relaxed about the whole thing, going as far as to hold you in more ways that you’re both comfortable in and have tea brought for the both of you. You will have to specify if you want a sweeter tea because he’s having his bitter as usual.

Sandrone

- Sandrone completely understands and often has her mechanical puppet use it’s hands to shield her from others so she’s “alone” in a sense. She is debating on making a hollow chamber in it’s chest so a person can rest in there comfortably and safely. You’re treated no different and if you aren’t sitting with her or on some part of the puppet (which almost never happens unless she’s in a harbinger meeting or called to see the Tsaritsa).

- You’ll never hear complaints or declines from her and you quickly taken somewhere else to recharge in her arms like how her mechanical puppet shields her with her arms or simply moving to another room. She’ll take you in her arms and let you rest against her chest, running a hand through your hair and cuddling with you in the hollow warm chamber if you ask.

Childe

- If it were any other person then he’d say pushing your limits is how you should live however this is someone he deeply cares about and knows that when you speak up about needing to be alone and recharge you mean it. You’re always a priority to him and fighting is a second but if he has harbinger work then he’ll do his best to cuddle with you till you’re alright. Childe will bring you along if he has easy missions that he thinks won’t injure you and make sure that you can be comfy but also safe while he balances you and his work.

- He is the best at cuddling and sis very attentive however once he’s has you in his arms you’re staying there for at least an hour or too. So I hope you don’t have anything important soon because even when your social battery is charged he’s going to be very happy with snuggling with his lover and being able to not think about work for once.

Arlecchino

- At first you’re scared to ask her at all since she’s very intimidating but since she’s very observant and perceptive it’s only a matter of time before she’ll talk to you about it. Arlecchino is very loving and soft when it involves you and she’d do anything for you. Pretty much anything that doesn’t break her rules. When you tug on her sleeve and discreetly glance at her with a tired shy expression the knave will excuse herself from the public conversation she’s having. You’ll be lead to an empty room hand in hand and placed on her lap as she runs her fingers through your hair or drawing circles on the top of your hand while you recharge.

- You both made a sign for when you feel like this and she respects it without any question and when she put the pieces together she cupped your face with no judgement at all in her expression. Kissing you softly and resting her forehead on yours. “Try to not be scared of telling me your worries or wishes because I love you no matter what, darling. Now do you want a signal to let me know or would you rather be held now and think about it later?”

Pulcinella

- You don’t need to ask him because he’s going to insist that you never need to ask for permission about anything that’s bothering you or making you uncomfortable and simply guiding you to a small empty room so you can recharge with him. He can also almost know when you’re running low on your social battery if he’s with you and ask you, normally he’s right 99% of the time. If he needs to do harbinger work then he will work on some of it but you’ll be sitting next to him in a hug or leaning your head on his shoulder.

- He’s rarely called for on missions and so you don’t interact much with anyone but him but when you do it’s usually for galas and formal events that makes it hard to sneak away to get away from socializing. He makes it work though, easily slipping out of the conversation he’s in and making an excuse of an agent calling for an urgent message while guiding you to a small isolated part of the room where almost no one can see the both of you. You cozy up to him and he’ll talk you quietly about meaningly topic if you want to be distracted or remain silent if you want it to be quiet.

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A Moment At Midnight

Nica Schwartz x Reader

Notes: Happy Birthday to @drachonia! Love you, twin!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday and hope you like how I wrote your boy💜

WC: 1,162

SFW

Tags: Fluffy Goodness!!, Written from suitor's perspective because I really like doing that, apparently lol

CW: Nothing aside probably some OOC due to character being in JP. I read over bond stories that have been translated and whatnot but still acknowledge that there may be errors in characterization. And also my remedial knowledge of German along with Google German. I put translations at the bottom. :D

Also, obligatory no beta we die like men.

The palace was mostly quiet this time of night. Most of Crown were night owls, given the nature of their work, but a majority were currently out on missions, enjoying city nightlife, or had retreated to their own spaces for the night. I leaned against the wall of your room right beside the door, ankles crossed as I glanced at the pocket watch in my hand, the soft glow of moonlight illuminating the face of the small clock and the intricate hands. It was only a few minutes until midnight. 

Hopefully you won’t keep me waiting too much longer. Not that you knew I was here in the first place, but still.

Footsteps down the hallway made me turn my head towards the door, my eyebrows raising as a smirk quirked on my lips. That had to be you. I’d recognize the cadence of your steps anywhere. I straightened my posture right as the click of your doorknob sounded through the room and the door opened, slowly enveloping me in its shadow. 

You took a step into the room with a tired sigh and began making your way to your bed, ready to flop down into it and get some sleep. I managed to sneak right behind you, leaning down to speak next to your ear.

“Hello, Liebling,” I greeted as you jumped with a yelp, turning around to see me right before lightly smacking my arm, brows furrowed in a frown. “Miss me?”

“Nica you scared the shit out of me!” You chastised me while I laughed, my hand coming up defensively.

“Sorry, Schatz,” I responded. I wasn’t sorry though, not really. You looked so cute I couldn’t help myself. I decided to keep that to myself though, not wanting another smack to the arm. Lifting the watch to take another glance at it, I noted that it still wasn’t midnight. Close though. Very close. “What are you doing turning in so late?”

“What are you doing in my room?” You countered, looking up at me expectantly while I narrowed my eyes in amusement.. 

“What am I doing here?” I repeated the question before nonchalantly shrugging one of my shoulders. “Hmm, I could say I was just passing by, but where’s the fun in that? No, I’m here because I couldn’t wait to see your face when the clock struck midnight.”

A confused frown twitched on your brow as you looked up at me. “Why would you need to be hiding behind my door for that? And why midnight?”

“Did you forget already?” I asked teasingly, lifting the pocket watch once more. I noticed the hands were perfectly fixed where I wanted them to be as a pleased hum escaped my throat.

Midnight.

I lifted my hands to cup your cheeks and pressed my forehead to yours. “Alles gute zum Geburtstag to my favorite woman in the world. I wanted to be the first person to say it to you.” 

“I-” You started, trailing off as your eyes widened for a moment, surprise melting into a smile so radiant it made my chest ache. “You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, but your tone betrayed the warmth behind your words.

Ah. I loved that face so much. How much of a hold you’ve come to have over me. It isn’t fair really, but then, I find myself wanting to feel this way for the first time in my life. Wanting to feel this achingly tender feeling in my chest whenever I look at you or hear your voice. It becomes more familiar by the day, and I know now—I never want to be without it again.

“It’s the first time we’re spending your birthday as a couple. I wanted to make the most out of it and tell you as soon as possible.” 

“And you had to scare me to do that?” You challenged, eyes glinting in mirth while I suppressed a snort, lips twitching in a grin as I moved some of your hair away from your face.

“No, that was just a bonus.” 

We both laughed before I leaned in to capture your sweet lips with mine. The warmth in my heart swelled and I lingered there, savoring the feeling. I deepened the kiss slightly before pulling back with a smirk.

“Now, how does the birthday girl plan to thank me for my incredible thoughtfulness?” I teased, narrowing my eyes mischievously. You snort with your smile still in place, poking my cheek gently with your finger.

"You don't get a reward for making me scream in my own room," You shoot back playfully.

"Aha!" I laughed, "You say that like I've never done that before, Liebling."

I laughed harder as your cheeks flushed before you playfully smacked my arm again. I deserved that.

“Ow! You know I bruise like a peach,” I lamented, rubbing my arm with a pout that would make Dari proud. You paid no mind to my theatrics as you pulled your shoes off, setting them neatly nearby.

“You’ll be fine,” you replied simply, and I watched your movements slow as you sat down at the edge of the bed before falling over to your side, head landing against your pillow with a tired exhale as your eyes closed.

I walked up to you, my footsteps shushed by the soft carpet. I brushed my fingers over your cheek, the metal of my rings glinting in the silvery moonlight. “Tired?” I asked as your eyelids fluttered open, your pretty eyes looking up at me before you nodded slightly.

“I’ve been tired,” you yawned.

My face softened and I took that as my cue, shrugging off my jacket and folding it neatly at the foot of your bed before removing my shoes and placing them next to yours. 

I walked to the other side of your bed and laid down next to you. You immediately turned toward me as I wrapped my arm around your shoulders and held you close to my chest. You sighed again, this time content, nuzzling closer as I pressed my cheek to the top of your head. Your hair was so soft, your warmth fitting against me like it was meant to be there. How cute.

“I have a whole day planned for you, starting with a surprise in the morning, so,” I paused to lightly tap the tip of your nose with my index finger. “Schlaf wohl, birthday girl.”

“Mhm, goodnight,” you mumbled, already lulling to sleep. I chuckle through my nose and press a kiss to the top of your head, drawing patterns on your arm with my fingertips. I heard your breath begin to slow and even out as my eyelids started to feel heavy. I guess I was more tired than I thought. I stifled a yawn, my eyes slipping shut as I breathed in the scent of your hair. It felt warm– familiar, like falling asleep at home. I let myself fully melt by your side as sleep settled over me.

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Alles gute zum Geburtstag - Happy Birthday!

Schlaf Wohl - Sleep well

Liebling - Darling

Schatz - Treasure/Sweetheart

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Kintsugi: Chapter One: Red Flags, Why can't we see them?

Pairing: John Price x Female reader

Content Warnings: Female reader is the breadwinner, female reader is a sex worker, john price is an asshole to you, simon is there for you as a friend, John's secret affair mentioned, cheating suspicions, female reader has a secret apartment, pregnancy scare, arguement and yelling. Burned out female reader. Smut. Not the good kind sadly. Second warning for asshole john price. You will hate him. You are supposed to hate him.

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Summary: “I am tired of being someone else’s last choice instead of someone’s first. It’s always what have you done for me? Instead of how was your day? I can’t take more of this. I knew what I was getting into. But I didn’t agree to any of this.”

I get what you're sayin' I just really don't wanna hear it right now Can you shut up for like once in your life? Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice

“I am tired of being someone else’s last choice instead of someone’s first. It’s always what have you done for me? Instead of how was your day? I can’t take more of this. I knew what I was getting into. But I didn’t agree to any of this.” You remarked into your cassette tape, another diary entry you keep from his prying eyes and another way to keep Price from using your own hurt against you. You don’t know what you did to earn it.

You mentioned your ex-boyfriend off handedly once and he blew up in your face. You waited for hours for him to come back home. You were crying your eyes out when he stormed out the door. It wasn’t like you were mentioning him to make him jealous either. You didn’t know what you did wrong.

He never told you why he was upset with you sometimes. He would always leave after a huge argument saying he needs ‘space’ and that you made things worse when all you wanted to do is to make things better. Nothing ever seemed to work for him at all. Nothing at all. You called Gaz and he would say he didn’t see him. But your hunch that Gaz was covering for him.

About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn thirty-three Ok, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?

You didn’t want to turn to Simon for advice but john left you without a choice. What wer5e going to do next? He wasn’t content with just small insults at your appearance it seems. It was going to a different level like stepping out of your relationship. The one thing you thought was going well for you.

'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot

“I don’t know what I did wrong, whenever I ask it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” You felt awful about talking to your ex. But he knew you better than your current boyfriend it seemed.

You had tried everything to make it work with Price but it felt like you were just going around in circles. You felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. It’s like every move you made was wrong. You decided to give him the space he wanted, hoping that when he returned he would realise what he had and that he didn’t need to treat you this way.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You stated. “I need to find a new place of my own if he’s gonna keep actin like this. I don’t know what he wants from me and he just won’t use his fuckin words to say it either.”

You wonder where you went wrong in your life to get THIS kind of treatment. You never spoke back, never complained nor insulted him or looked elsewhere for comfort outside of your relationship. You pulled out of the apartment slowly enough to make sure he never caught on, last thing you wanted him to do is to catch on to what you were trying to leave him.

You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot

You made rain checks whenever he ‘tried’ to have sex with you. You knew what he was trying to do and you weren’t going to fall for it this time. You didn’t want to feel like you were slowly losing your mind.

You don’t still don’t know what you did wrong to deser5ve John’s cold shoulder as of late. You still tried asking about it. But he always says, “Nothin for you to worry about.” No ‘babe’ or ‘love’ like he used to speak to you.

You slowly started to miss those moments more as the days went on. It made you worry more so you stopped mentioning his hours away from home and you silently continue to seek out a new place to move into.

You didn’t tell Price about the new place you managed to find. You stopped telling him much of anything related to you or your work. You didn’t want another lecture on how you were ‘wasting’ money. Even though you out earned him in your chosen profession. Money remained a sore topic for the two of you.

Staring to move your things into it while he would be deployed. Piece by piece, you didn’t move any of you old furniture it would make things far too ‘obvious’ to him. It would alert him far too quickly.

That’s if he even noticed anything about you anymore. Or if there was anything wrong to begin with. The selfish cunt. No guarantee that he hasn’t noticed either. He wasn’t completely stupid sometimes. Might get suspicious about what you’re planning to do or planning to go. You would have to come up with a convincing enough lie to get him off your back.

Though if he already knows? He may try something drastic enough to keep you there. You just hoped you had enough time to give yourself space between him and the man you used to love. That you used to adore and cherish. Before whatever cause this….monster, this fiend to come out of him.

You showed Simon the new place you bought, it had two bedrooms, the master bedroom had an ensuite attached and a walk-in closet. The kitchen had a stainless-steel dishwasher, and the apartment building had laundry machines on the ground floor. You can always buy new furniture, and any old furniture will be sold when you get comfortable with living somewhere he doesn’t know of.

You didn’t want to hire a private detective on your own boyfriend, but you can’t help but feel suspicious of what he was doing in those long hours far away from you. You pitied anyone who had the misfortune of dealing with him. Even the people inside the same task force as him. The need to control everything won all the time.

You worked in your office like you normally done. Giving him his own branded silent treatment into his face. You weren’t going to give the right to hurt you more than he had done tonight. You were so tired of his shit.

You weren’t perfect far from it too. But whenever he was around you it was clear it was what he wanted from you. You continued to play dumb and you didn’t give him anything he ‘wanted’ from you.

“No. Do it yourself.” You remarked one morning.

John raised his eyebrow, looking at you like you had grown a second head. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” He spat, his words dripping with venom.

“You heard me. Do it yourself. Clearly you don’t need my help. So, go on, do it yourself.” You stated as you walked upstairs to your office to continue your sewing on your dress.

John looked at you, his eyes wide with shock, “Is this what it’s come to? You’re just going to ignore me like that?”

“W-what’s the matter dear? Can’t handle your own portion of your responsibilities? Does he need his mother to write up a chore list?” you taunted from upstairs. “You know one thing a man can do that proves he’s a real man? Admit when he’s fucking wrong. You can’t seem to even do that anyway.”

'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot

As you finished the dress’s skirt velvet inlay for the next video, the amount of work you put into your pornographic content is both immense and taxing at times. As you didn’t want it to look like it was a cheap Halloween cosplay or cheap in general.

The main reason you earned so much is because of the level of care put into your craft. Your fans knew that and appreciated it. It was a stark contrast to the apathy John showed for your well-being. You had a loyal fan base and they were eager to support you. But that didn't matter to him.

Especially when he looked at the content you posted both behind the paywalls and the free teasers. He said it wasn’t real money. But you also pointed out that you sold pottery once a month online. You paid the bills, and you weren’t above reminding who earned more to be able to let him spend his income his own way.

Petty? Sure. But petty with a reason attached.

By the time most of your most expensive work gear is moved to the apartment, you were only living there now and cleaning up to a meticulous degree in total silence. As you cleaned the living room carpet with the deep cleaning machine you bought for the occasion. You were dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, showing off the tattoos that danced along your arms and your stomach.

You had dinner in the slow cooker since seven in the morning. You didn’t bother to set the table since it was just you and your thoughts. You weren’t expecting him to come home early tonight. You hoped he’d stay out for as long as possible.

When he finally decided to come back home. You had placed his dinner into separate containers. You were already asleep on the couch. The plush pink eye mask over your eyes, the matching pink silk pyjama set. The chunky, thick blue-grey crocheted blanket you made last year keeping you warm. As the unicorn shaped nightlight provided enough light in case you needed to use the bathroom.

You had a doctor’s appointment coming up sometime in the next month or two. You don’t exactly remember if it was next month or the month after that. A full body check up to make sure things were in working order. You had done one every three months. The job demanded that you were healthy physically and mentally.

You paid for these yourself, despite living inside a country with healthcare. You paid for medical insurance anyway. It was one of those private healthcare insurance things you paid a good chunk of your money for. You decided to go for the best of the best, and with John’s current mood swings? You weren’t going to take any chances with your health.

What if you were pregnant would he finally be excited that it had finally happened? Would he confess to his affair to another man or woman? All of these thoughts spun around your heard like ballerinas. You didn’t quite understand where his hostile started and if it would ever end.

You felt like it was your fault for not being strong enough to put your foot down. To demand what you did wrong. Why did he seem so fine with it if he felt otherwise? What made him feel this way? If he wanted to break-up why did he wait so fucking long?

You always felt like he was rushing things in this relationship. Especially when he found out about your career, your little side hustles which contributed to your cushy amount of money. But you weren’t perfect, you weren’t even close. From far away the illusion of perfection is there. But once you peak through the cracks they’ll see how many imperfections you got.

What were you supposed to be?

What are you supposed to be?

Everything is spinning out of control. Cliché advice doesn’t work when he doesn’t want to fix himself.

You were either too messy or too fucking clean. Either way he hated how you’ve been. You could be keeping the house clean, but he’ll comb through just point out a spot where you have ‘missed’. Like he knew what to do to make you so pissed at him.

Pushing all the buttons built inside you in the right order, the right way to get you annoyed with him., It was like he had some kind of sick satisfaction when you broke down in tears. Not because you were sad or even upset. You just had so much anger built up inside you that you couldn’t contain it all.

“I feel so fucking disgusting that I even still want the guy that way. It’s like he knows that about me.” You confessed to Simon during one of John’s solo operations. He knew he would have freaked if he knew Simon was inside his home while he wasn’t there.

“Its not nearly as weird as you might think, humans are supposed to be complicated. You’re not a simple creature, love. And neither is he.” Simon remarked. He didn’t have to say much to get his point across.

“He wasn’t so closed up before. He used to be so open minded about these kinds of things.” You remembered, talking about how John Price used to be before things went to shit after almost eleven months dating him.

Simon nodded his head, “Looks like you’re going to have to make a decision soon, love. You can’t keep living like this forever, hiding and tiptoeing around him.”

“I have a doctor’s appointment coming up, if he hasn’t spoken up by then, or by the time most of the house is back to how it was when I first moved in. I’m breaking up with the guy.” You remarked.

Simon raised an eyebrow at how you were putting the house back to how it was before you moved into it. The only difference is that you wouldn’t leave things unrepaired or maintained.

“Why bother with the appointment if you’re just going to leave him?” Simon questioned, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Full body check up remember? I still get one every three months. Four times a year.” You answered taking a sip of your earl grey with lemon and ginger tea.

The last thing you want is to drag some poor child into this whole mess. You don’t know how he would react to the news of it.

To think months ago you couldn’t wait for it to happen.

Only for your relationship to sour this quickly.

Over the weeks Price was deployed, you got the plumping fixed, the light switch and plug covers replaced by an electrician, the toilet and shower head replaced. You didn’t care if price wouldn’t appreciate the thought going into his house.

This was done selfishly not selflessly. Though your definition of what made someone hopelessly selfish was always different from his. Not that you cared anymore.

You replaced his couches and threw out his old, ruined ones into the large tip you rented one morning. Price barely recognised his own home when he came back home from deployment again.

From the old grey ones to dark crimson red ones, with charcoal grey cushions on them. A new cow’s skin rug on the floor. New light switches and plug covers. Painted the living rooms a deep blue-grey shade that made everything else pop. The kitchen had new cabinets and new appliances. It was a stark difference from what it used to be.

Price walked upstairs to the bathroom to see how you changed that too, the tiles were changed to a beige on the walls with black on the floor. The shower was now a glass cube instead of a shower curtain. The sink was no longer a pedestal sink, but a modern vanity with lights around the mirror. The bathtub was replaced with a walk-in shower that had a bench and rain shower head.

Other changes he took notice of where all his things were in the master bedroom, organised, hung up, ironed, folded, washed and put away. Everything was clean and in its place. The bed was made with freshly washed linens, and you had even gone so far as replace the mattress. It was a new king-sized memory foam one with a fancy cooling system that would be heavenly to sleep on.

As you fucked yourself on his thick cock for behaving so well? His rough hands on your hips. You continued to ride him with your luscious hips. Wide-eyed, rock hard and stunned. Your mind was elsewhere about hoping he didn’t do anything other than put a condom on. You didn’t know if you still wanted to have his children when he was treating you this way.

Your body betrayed your every thought, every moan you made were made from your lips. You felt your pussy tightening around him. He had to be feeling it too, his grip on you tightened and his thrusts became more erratic. Enjoying letting out his most primal nature into you. Feral and unabated. \

Only you knew he wouldn’t provide aftercare when he was done with you and you always had to finish yourself off in the bathroom as he passed out in his bed. You don’t know if you could stand him anymore. You didn’t know whether you could wait any longer.

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Not Just Tired- Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe finds out why reader has been so tired lately, and it’s a big announcement

Work count: 758

A/N: This is my first time writing a Poe thing so I hope you guys like it!

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“Whoever thinks they can out-drink me tonight is sorely mistaken!” You hear your best friend Poe proclaim as he returns from a no doubt successful mission.

Usually you’d be right there to meet him after a mission, goading him into his drinking challenge, so to not find you there was odd. In fact he didn’t find you in any of your usual places. It wasn’t until him and his team made it back to their quarters, ready to shower and head off, did he find you in your own room.

“Here she is. Couldn’t find you anywhere, babe,” he playfully flirted.

“Hey are you okay?”

His genuine concern was followed by his warm hand rubbing up and down your hip.

You were faced toward the wall and away from him. If he could see your face, stained with tears and eyes bloodshot, he wouldn’t have to ask that.

“Yeah, just tired.”

If this had been the first time you’d used that excuse on him lately, then he might have believed you, but that seemed to be your go-to excuse for the past two weeks.

“Tired isn’t all you are.”

“What do you mean, Dameron?”

His comment made you too annoyed to think about him seeing your face. Turning toward him, his slightly angry face became filled with pure concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Poe tried to reach out for you, but you dodged him, and made for an escape to your little ensuite. Unfortunately you weren’t fast enough, as Poe grabbed your forearm.

“Look, something is wrong and you’re going to tell me right now. You are not ‘just tired’ and I won’t play this game with you. Tell me what the fuck-“

“I’m pregnant, Poe!”

You didn’t want this to be how he found out, honestly you weren’t sure if you would even tell him. The mix of both the pregnancy and what you’d do were what was causing your new onset of fatigue and anxieties. You hadn’t slept right in days and you’ve been trying to work it all out alone.

“A-an-and you’re the father…”

Your words seem to hang around in the air for a long time, and the regret and anxieties felt crushing. You wish you could scoop the words up and take it all back, but it was too late.

Feeling suffocated by the silence, you make an attempt to leave again, but suddenly you felt a gentle hand on your cheek. Looking up, you see Poe staring at you, a tear in his eye and a stupid goofy smile on his lips. By the stars that stupid smile never fails to make your heart race.

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

His response honestly confused you, and you had no idea how to react. Poe and you weren’t really dating, you were best friends and you sleep together, but you didn’t think there was anything romantic there. Maybe you did have a bit of a crush on him, but that was just silly, right?

“Yo-you want me to keep it?”

You can’t help but stare at him, nothing else coming to mind of what to say.

Poe couldn’t seem to reply to your question, seemingly in a world of his own. His hand came down to your stomach as he looked into your eyes warmly.

“Sweetheart, this is your body and it’s your choice, but if you’d have me, I want to make you the happiest woman in the world and be the best father for our baby. I care for you, and I should have shown it earlier, I guess I was just scared and stupid.”

Two hands now came down and circled around your waist. His eyes searched yours for anything, any hope that he wasn’t making an idiot out of himself.

“You gonna take me on a proper date first, Dameron or are you just gonna skip straight to building a crib and birthing classes?”

Your teasing and usual cheeky smile put Poe at ease. You wanted this just as much as he did, you both were just too stupid to realise it.

Sweetly, his hand came up to your cheek again, his eyes filled with care and love.

“Who says we can’t do both?”

Your airy chuckle at his responsive teasing was quickly cut short, as his lips pressed lovingly against yours.

Sure you’d kissed Poe heaps of times before, but this was different. Instead of heat and desperation, this kiss was filled with pure love and care. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a vow and a promise.

[luvpedropascal]

the light

summary: javi rethinks his position at the DEA after you are put in danger because of his job.

pairing: older!javier peña x gn!reader

contents: talks of minor injury, reader is put in danger, javi has an anxiety disorder, intrusive thoughts are depicted

wc: 853

an: okay so i know i disappeared off the face of the earth for like over a year but i’ve been lurking and waiting for inspiration to hit me and! it finally did! i’m hoping i won’t go right back into writers block after this, bc i have soooo many fic ideas for you guys. this is just a little one to start, so i hope you guys enjoy!

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“Javi, baby, look at me. I’m okay.” You said, taking his hands into yours tentatively. They were trembling slightly, almost like an extension of his quivering lips.

You got caught between him and a cartel member. Stupid, yes, but you had just gotten nicked, the injury so minor that you didn’t even need stitches. He got to you just a fraction of a second later. Soon enough to you, too late to him. His team took down the guy immediately, while Javi froze for a second, looking between you and the body laying across from you. Running over to you, he cursed when he saw the blood, his eyes wide with fear. A mixed string of anxious questions, apologies, and curses was spilling from his lips, so incoherent that you were worried he would pass out from the stress.

“Javi.” You repeat firmer this time, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. His eyes finally landed on yours for more than a second, filled with a look of pure guilt you had never seen in them before.

His fear of losing all of this, you, was consuming him. Already, he was picturing himself losing your future together, the possibility of kids, building a home together. It was swallowing him up so quickly that you wondered if you would even get a chance to show him that it was just a little scratch on your shoulder, thankfully. The only reasoning he could find for this whole situation was that he was at fault. He was too slow. Too old. Too distracted.

Before you could calm him down, he was rushing you over to the paramedics, demanding, rather harshly, that they treat you immediately. They cleaned the tiny wound, applying a bandage no more sophisticated than a normal bandaid. You were free of any other injuries and within a few minutes, you were turning to Javi again. He had that look in his eyes still, and without another thought you wrapped your arms around him. He let out a deep breath, pressing his nose into your shoulder.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” You murmured.

Javi carried that guilty look home with him. You had both taken deep breaths together, grateful that your injury was so minor. Both of you had calmed down for the other, making yourself available for comfort. But even now as you laid on the couch with him, your legs curled underneath you and your head resting on his chest, you could feel how tense he was against you. The arm he had wrapped around you had a certain weight to it, like he was scared to let you go but just as scared to touch you.

You could tell he was thinking about something, his expression looking so distant and unfocused. There was a space between the two of you as you let him sit with his thoughts, not wanting to disturb him just yet. He took his time, holding you close, purposefully entangled.

“I’m taking the job,” he said, after a long silence.

Looking up at him, you furrowed your brows a little in confusion.

“The lead agent job. The 9-5. M’done chasing around these guys for leads, putting you in danger.. I’m too old, too tired, too slow.”

You looked at up him with worry, parting your lips to speak before he interrupts you, “Baby-“.

Javi shakes his head, “I’ll be home for dinner, making more money. We could save up, get a new place.”

“Baby” you reach up to cup his cheek, “If this is because of what happened, please don’t quit. I’m okay, you’re okay. Everything’s okay, these things happen.”

This look flickers through his eyes, something you’ve never seen in him before. He looks younger for a moment, just a boy. A scared- No, terrified, boy. His eyes gloss over the slightest bit, and he shakes his head again, weaker this time.

“Once was enough. I just- I c-can’t, okay? I can’t do this anymore, not after today.”

His voice shakes a little this time, your heart breaking as that fear becomes more obvious. For a second, you consider countering him, but there’s no point. Javi’s about as avoidant as they come when it comes to his anxiety, but this was different. This was visceral and rooted in logic, and you quickly realize that there was no way he’d change his mind.

Nodding softly, you sit up and hug him around his neck, “Okay. You’ll take the job.”

He nods quickly, desperately into your shoulder, those words reassuring him, “M’taking the job.”

You repeat it back to him a few times, processing this change with him every time he repeats it. Running your hand up into his hair, you stroke his short curls, soothing him. Javi’s mind shifts from obsessive images of you, injured or worse, that his brain creates just to haunt him, to a future he can now guarantee. A safe, predictable future. One where he can be home every night for you, and hopefully your kids one day. The new thoughts calm him and he lets out a deep breath, sighing against you.

“Thank you.”

[n0t-evenhere]

Here we peeps, this is officially the end of the Star at night series! I feel so excited because this is the first time I have ever, EVER finished a series. Usually I burn out, lose momentum, or I just start feeling like I’m not doing it right but, I’ve done it. It feels so good too! Thank you for Al the support and love through out this series! I can’t wait to write more for you guys! I didn’t know what to draw for this one so I just did a low quality sketch of moment through out the story. I hope you enjoy anyway!

⚠️ warning ⚠️ blood, death, gore, emotional turmoil, manipulations, and I think that’s it.

“The Star At Night”

Finale “Last stand + Epilogue” 

Ray

You cradled the body so close to you. The warmth slowly leaves Joe’s body. Heartbreaking, even the sight of it made Ray pause. He hung on to the final thoughts of Joe. A dying wish. “A painless death. Quick” The heaving screams and crying of agony came to a pause, you had turned to face him. Brows furrowed upwards, a mix of anguish and anger. “Why?! Why would you do this?!” You scream at him. “You and your team were committing a crime.” Ray responded flatly. “A crime! A crime met with death?! Not even a kind death, you have tortured every. Single. Person here! How could you?! The- the government won’t let you get away with this. The NAHA will get you and you’ll be done for!”

The words echo in his mind, good questions. He’s willing to answer since they are marked by death.

You pov

After getting it all off of your chest. The questions, the small threat at the end, you lay your head back down on Joe’s chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. To move. To even make a run off the exit. Everyone you truly loved was here. You could never leave them. “(You).” Binary Star said softly, softly enough it could fool anyone into believing that he didn’t just massacre a whole group of people in such a cruel way. You didn’t look, you didn’t want to. You couldn’t. “You are a fool. Naive. Ignorant even.” He started to say. “The government, the NAHA, they don't care about you. Only on a surface level.” He paused, you still listened though. He had more to say. Besides, this is the first time in a bit that you actually have gotten to slow down. To really realize everything you had. Was gone.

“Crime is crime. Punishable. You open yourself up to it the moment you step into this place. As for the NAHA…who do you think sent me? Called me during my shift. Lead me to you. Even before that, I was called last night. Said cri was on the rise again. Fear was losing its grip on the criminals. He said to make an example out of someone. To bring that percentage down. That just so happens to be you.” You looked up, really? The NAHA had sent him, and told him to make an example out of criminals to scare the others? You thought it was a choice. As if reading your mind he responded. “Yes; I was sent but I chose you. You and your team were to be the example. That’s why I made it so messy. Party anyway. I’ll admit, I’m angry. Not directly at you necessarily.”

Binary Star paused, seeming to consider something. “Maybe it's general anger. I didn’t want to be here. It was supposed to be my day off. I’m tired. I feel like everyday I get closer and closer to a ledge I can’t even see, but I want it. I long for it but…I keep distant ma because part of me feels…hope. A small sliver but it’s still there. I’m tired. (You.) I’m lost…empty it feels like.” He started sauntering over to you, in reflex you scoot back to try and get to your feet. It was too late, he was much faster, not that you didn’t already know that. In a flash Binary Star was by your side before reaching out and taking a hold of your throat. Not to cut off the air, but as if just to hold you.

Your feet lifted from the ground, he too left the ground. “I can’t get behind your crime. I can’t find it within myself to say that what you are doing is okay. No matter why you do it. I grieve your loss. (You.) I know it hurts to lose the people you love. More than you know.” His words dropped with a deep ache that was in the past. Way before even tonight had been planned. Went past anything you could possibly know. “I guess there is a spot of light. You’ll see them soon. Your loved ones. I’ll even grant Joe’s final wish.”

You brows furrow, “wha-“ your words cut off by a sharp painful sensation. Blood bubbled up in your throat before you threw up the coppery substance. Then came the wet coughs, blood staining your lips and chin, the pain lessened quickly. Ray wasn’t holding you anymore but you were still suspended in the air. He was watching you. Your eyes began to get fuzzy, your vision going dark. Your head feels heavy, your head falls forward without much strength to fight it. Your eyes see a marble spear once pristine now covered in blood, protruding through the left center of your chest. Your heart. It’s through your heart. You had never really given too much thought to how you would die. This felt good though. It felt like letting go.

“(You.)” a voice? “(You) come on.” Looking up you see a familiar face. “Joe?” You asked confused as Joe’s hand reached out to you. “Yea, come on kiddo. Can’t stay here.” Taking his hand you nod. “Where is everyone else?”

Joe smiled warmly. “Waiting for you.”

The star at night

“Epilogue”

The museum was now quiet. No crying. No screaming. Just complete and utter silence. Ray took a deep breath. Slow and deliberate. No time to rest, it’s right back to it. The biggest part was over. Now just to clean up. A shower, a shower to wash off the blood. Mmmm, no. He needed to call Hershel, so he did.

Hershel: “Yes?”

Ray: “Hershel, it’s done. Dive dead at the museum.”

Hershel: “Were you smart about it? Did you use-“

Ray: “No. I didn’t use Red Diamond. I’ve done this before Hershel. I know how this works.”

Hershel: “Alright, great. We’ll get a cover up. Clean up, and be back in 20 minutes.”

Ray: “Fine.”

With that call done, Ray took a quick fly home. He still needed to wear the suit, so he hopped into the shower with it on, scrubbed away what he could, cleaned his face, and hair. All of it. The NAHA had all hero suits made in a way that you could shower with to get blood off for situations like this. Part of his 20 minutes was him trying to dry his hair as quickly as possible. “Shit.” He didn’t think about how he would wash out the blonde spray. “No, no, it’s fine.” People will notice but, it’ll be fine in the grand scheme of things. He figured he’d just dry on the way there with his flight. With five minutes to get back. Leaving the bathroom and going to his balcony, he leaped off and flew back to the museum.

The place was buzzing with life, a stark contrast to what was before. Hershel was talking to someone, a PR worker of some sort. Oh, and his PR handler who was really just Hershel’s assistant is what it felt like. “Hershel.” Ray called out to let him know of his presence. Hershel turned slightly to meet his gaze, his body relaxed, hands in his pockets. “Ah, Ray. We were waiting for you. There is one last thing we need you to do to get the story right.” Ray sighed. “And that is?” Hershel whistled, a group of men pulled a tied down villain known as Canadian Strong man. Ironically, his brother, Strong man, was a hero. Yet lacked canadian in the name. A stupid name in his opinion but, whatever. “Let me go you bastards!” He shouted trying to break the locked metal around his torso and arms.

Hershel continued on, “based on everything here, Canadian strong man is the perfect fit to be used for the cover up. So, we need you to mess this place up, make it a battlefield. Then kill him. Do it quickly.” Hershel demanded. “WHAT?! KILL ME?!” Hershel looked at the Canadian strong man. “Oh please, death will be the best thing you ever get.” With that Day bust through walls, lasered objects and walls before coming back to the small group, he stood before the villain held down, his eyes glowing a sharp brilliant red before a short beam went straight through his head. “Good, now, let’s get the police involved. Get them down here. Ray, you stick around. Keep to the story as usual.” Yes, of course. As usual. He thought.

Adrianna POV

It sucked that the museum was across town. Adrianna had been working as a journalist for a while, she worked for a small company. “The Now” was its name. Honestly she was lucky she even got the job. She’d loved to work for a bigger company but that required experience and so far, she’s only had two years. Either way, tonight was a mix of job and hobby. On the side, for personal reasons, she did hero specific journalism on the side. She had a blog called “the truth bringer” , a blog where she exposed hero’s. Exposed them for what they really were. The idea that hero’s were clean and untainted was unfathomable. Sometimes hero’s become powerful and become different people.

Make no mistake, it wasn’t out of hate for hero’s. It was out of her love to protect the citizens. To open their eyes to what the reality is. To take off the rose tinted glasses. Even so, she also knew that heros were a necessary evil. Especially with the alien attacks that have been happening more frequently. There were still other reasons as to why she did this, she knew there were but, she’s just never really thought about them.

Pulling up her in her car had slowed, the place was crawling with officers and yellow tape. Great, just great. She wished she could have been notified earlier than she was. Adrianan had an outside source. Someone online named “speckle-067” whoever they were, they tended to notify her of these kinds of things. Even at 2:30 in the morning. Turning off the lights and taking the key out of the ignition she grabbed her mini recorder and shelved it into her back pocket while clipping the microphone onto her bra, keeping the wire hidden in her t-shirt that had a Deftones logo.

Looking around she found the coast to be clear for now. So without tiem to waist, she ducked under the yellow tape and entered the premises. She kept her head on a swivel as she walked through, at least everyone seemed occupied. Adrianna didn’t know the details of what happened inside, she just knew from Speckle-067 that something went down. Just as she reached the opening of the museum, a hand gripped her shoulder and yanked her back spinning her around making her yelp in surprise. There he was…the golden man of heros. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes looked up and down with suspicion. “I’m certain you aren’t supposed to be here Ms. nosey. I also believe it’s past your bedtime.”

Adrianna scoffed, “Well, I’m a night owl for one, and technically I am on work so…I can be here. Mr. Star. Besides, it’s a race. Gotta get here before other people do.” He cocked his head to the side. “Right.” Adrianna’s silvery green eyes wandered to the window. Her heart stopped, she saw at least two dead bodies. One pierced through the heart on a tall statue, and the Canadian StrongMan hunched over, his head burned through. Adrianna looked up at Mr. Star. “Would you-“ he sighed. “Let me guess. You want me to tell you what happend? Of course you do. Fine. I’ll bite.” He said with his usual smile.

“I had the night shift tonight, I was notified of a burglary gone wrong. Cameras picked it up. The NAHA has eyes everywhere so they sent me here. When I arrived, Canadian StrongMan had gotten greedy, killed his team and…well,” Binary Star looked through the window. “I had to stop him. I couldn’t let him get away, he put up a good fight.” Adrianna’s brows furrow. “Right, but…Canadian strong men aren't like that. He is not the type to work with other people. He’s a “El solo lobo” as he put it back a few months ago when he tried to destroy a police station.” His red eyes looked down at her and blinked once or twice. “People can be unpredictable, Adrianna. You can’t put all your ideas in one basket.”

Ray’s Pov

Adrianna gears were turning in her head, Ray knew that much. He could even read her mind. Questioning his story. Adrianna’s eyes wandered down and paused. Her hand reached out and slid down his slide. His body tenses, what the hell? He had half a mind not to zap her right then and there. Break her neck. Then again, in her mind, there was no sexual intent behind the touch. Before he could dig further she spoke. “Your suit is damp.” She noted out loud. She began to think. If he had fought with Canadian strongman…why was he so…clean? This woman doesn’t miss a beat does she. Her brows furrowed even more. “What?” Ray asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“You're bleeding.” She stated. “What?” Adrianna circled about him, he was bleeding? When did- oh. Fuck. Adrianna was already looking at the wound. “A stab wound?” She questioned. Ray turned around. “I’ve had a busy night. I’ve felt more than just this you know. She nodded. “Yea…dealt with is definitely a word I would use.” A double meaning, suspicion. “You know, Mr. Reporter, I’m starting to think you are stalking me.” Ray noted, a distraction. “What?” She asked, great. It worked. “Well, every time I have an event, or arrive at a crime scene, you seem to always be there. Obsession is not a healthy thing Ms. Nosey.” She blinked a few times in bewilderment.

Before she could even respond a commotion came from behind the two. Adrianna looked past Ray, before he too turned around. A woman. A young woman at the door, tearing herself away from the cops. “LET ME GO! I-I HAVE TO SEE THEM!” The woman looked just like the two older people he had just killed. A few short seconds passed before the frantic words turned into screams of anguish. Adrianan stood there for a moment. It was clear that we both knew that she must be family. “Camila! Come back!” The officer shouted only to be ignored, a bit late for that.

Adrianan tried to step past Ray but he gripped her arm. “And where are you going?” He questioned. “To go see that woman.” Ray frowned. “I don’t think now is the time for an interview.” Adrianna shook her head in disgust. “Wow, you really think that low of me. No, you jerk. She needs someone. She is clearly by herself.” Adrianan huffed, jerking her arm away. Before rushing inside. Well, that was a surprise. Usually journalists practically jump on this kind of stuff. Ray walked into the doorway to watch it all unfold.

Adrianna held the woman tenderly, in a motherly way. Camilla didn’t pull away. In fact, she clinged to Adrianna like a lifeline. He didn’t have to be close to hear what she was saying. “Carmilla? Is that your name?” Carmilla nods sobbing uncontrollably. “Okay, okay.” Adrianna nodded, brushing the hair out of Carmilla’s face. “I’m right here, I’ll stay here as long as you need me. I won’t leave your side.” Carmilla just hung onto her as Adrianna comforted Carmilla. A strange sensation flooded his chest. She’s not what he thought she was. Not at all. How strange. She couldn’t really be that different. Hershel sidedly came up out of seemingly nowhere and put a hand on his shoulder. “Make sure to send Mrs. Carmilla some flowers at some point. From Binary Star.” Ray sighed. “I’ll do that.”

[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (14)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, post break-up, daddy Dean

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Designed by pain masterlist

Designed by pain (13)

“Fuck, get off,” you curse under your breath. Hours after you leave Mary’s house you try to get the engagement ring off your finger. It doesn’t move. Almost as if the golden band wants to mock you or force you to keep it on. “Get off!!”

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Dean calls from outside the bathroom at his place. He offered you his guestroom for the night. You were too tired and emotionally drained to find a hotel room. “Do you need anything? I can go and buy whatever you forgot.”

“It won’t get off!” You huff and slam your hands onto the sink. “It’s stuck. I can’t get it off.” Choking out a sob you stare at your reflection in the mirror. So many years of independence and peace down the drain because the cocky asshole outside the bathroom couldn’t stay away from you.

“What? Wait! I’m coming!” Dean exclaims before opening the door. He covers his eyes and stumbles inside the room. “What did you say? Do you need help? Is your toe stuck in the faucet?”

You half laugh, half snort. “What? Why do you think my toe got stuck in the faucet? I didn’t take a bath, and would never stick my toe inside the faucet.”

Dean nervously chuckles. He rubs the back of his neck as he finally looks at you. “Well, accidents happen, sweetheart. A faucet can be damn dangerous.”

You snicker. “Your toe got stuck in the faucet, right? How did you do it, Dean?” He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Well, at least your dick didn’t get stuck inside the faucet.” You grin from ear to ear. Teasing Dean is fun.

“Y/N!” He gapes at you. “I’m not some pervert putting his dick into the faucet!” Dean narrows his eyes to give you the stinky eye. “You know that my dick would never fit into a faucet.”

“You only didn’t put it inside because it would not fit,” you accuse, earning a huff. “I wasn’t talking about my toe, Dean.” You finally lift your hand to show him the ring. “It won’t get off.”

Dean hums. He steps closer to grab your hand to look at the ring. “Then, don’t take it off. It’s right where it belongs.”

You breathe his name and shake your head. “You know I can’t keep it. The ring never belonged to me, Dean. Whatever we had back then is long gone. We can’t just go back in time and make things right. I raised our son on my own and started a new life without you.”

Dean drops his gaze. He nods because there is no denying that he fucked things up. Even though Mary played a huge part in your breakup, it was his fault that he didn’t stay with you that day. Dean knows there is nothing he can do to make things up to you.

“Stay—” He murmurs, eyes searching yours. “Back then, I was a fool. I was selfish and scared of commitment. But I know now how it feels to live without you, and I’d rather have you and Michael in my life.” Dean raises his hand to stop you from replying. “Don’t answer right now. I know I have no right to beg you to stay, but I do.”

“Dean, I—” Your voice cracks. Right now, you’re not able to respond or even think straight. The past came crashing back into your life, and you cannot handle anything but focus on getting that damn ring off your finger.

He turns to leave the room but glances over his shoulder. “I’ll get some olive oil,” Dean says and points at your hand. “For the ring.”

You watch him leave, feeling bad for him. Dean broke your heart, but you know now, that it wasn’t all his fault. Maybe you should’ve stayed that night. If you hadn’t run away like an angry child, you could’ve talked things out and ruined Mary’s plans.

Dean darts his tongue out, focused on rubbing more olive oil into your skin. He gently massages your finger and tries to move the ring. “Almost there, sweetheart.”

You nod and watch him slowly slide the ring off your finger. It feels good that it’s gone, but at the same time, you feel a sadness you haven’t experienced in years. “Thank you.”

“I’ll put it away,” he says, sounding as sad as you feel. “In case you ever want it back.” Dean gives you a sad smile before walking out of the room. You sigh and grab one of the paper towels to clean your hand.

“Do you want to order takeout?” Dean calls from outside the room. “Michael is still at Sammy’s place, but we could eat together.”

“Sounds good,” you answer. “You can choose. You need to eat something after you refused to eat more of my mince pie.”

“That was not nice of you, Y/N. You know about my weakness for pie and ordered this monstrosity,” Dean huffs as he enters the living room. “A low blow.”

“It was payback for all the times I had to eat fatty burgers or pizza,” you shoot back. “You never invited me to a nice restaurant, Winchester.”

“Sweetheart, that’s a lie! What about the little Italian restaurant,” he bites back. “You almost inhaled their food.”

You purse your lips. Dean is not wrong. Their food was delicious. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Dean.”

He smirks. “How about I order takeout from them, and you can tell me again that I never invited you for dinner to a nice restaurant.”

“Your house is not a restaurant, Winchester,” you argue. “Do not cheat! Ordering takeout is not taking me out on a date.”

“Okay. Let’s go on a date right now,” he hastily says, smirking as you look at him with wide eyes.

“What? That’s not what I meant…I mean…” Stammering you look at Dean, unable to come up with an excuse. You said what you said and now it’s too late.

Part 15

Tags in reblog.

[hysteriarice]

nothin' like a good ole new york slice (yunho x reader)

Yunho x fem!reader

You and Yunho go on a friend date in NYC and...maybe you're becoming more than friends?

word count: ~1k

this is for my pookie @thingslana <3 yolo swag. also this is very innocent and fluffy no smut sorry babes

You exit the theatre in a daze. The familiar streets of New York City seem sparkly and new now that you’re seeing them through Yunho’s eyes. He hasn’t experienced much of the city yet, so you’ve spent the day taking him to a few of iconic spots: Central Park, the Met, your favorite brunch place in Soho. And now you and Yunho have just finished watching his first ever Broadway show—Phantom of the Opera. 

You expected it to be dark when you stepped outside. You anticipated the slight chill in the early autumn air. And both of those predictions are true; what you hadn’t considered was Yunho grabbing your hand and holding it tenderly as you leave the theatre. His long fingers interlock with yours, and your head reels. You feel giddy. You can’t seem to think of anything other than the contact, of how his hand engulfs yours so completely. 

“Y/n,” Yunho says, “Where are we going now?” 

You don’t want to admit that you had just started walking without a clear destination in mind, so you come up with something on the spot. 

“Are you hungry?” You start to slip your hand from his so you can get your phone out of your purse. “I was thinking we could go get pizza or—“

He doesn’t let you let go of his hand. You turn to look at him when you realize, and a warmth spreads through you despite the night breeze. 

“Or?” Yunho asks softly. 

“Or whatever you want to do. We can call it a night if you aren’t hungry.” You don’t want this to end yet, but you don’t want to keep him if he’s tired. You know it’s selfish, but he’s always so busy that when you see him, you want to keep him for as long as possible. And you only have today anyway—he has a show on the other side of the country tomorrow.

“I could go for pizza.” He smiles and squeezes your hand gently, and you almost melt into a puddle right there on the street. 

You panic and pick the first pizza place that you see. It is packed to the brim with people. As the pair of you wait in line, he never lets go of your hand. You order, pay, and end up finding a table in the middle of Times Square to sit down at. 

As you eat, the evening chill begins to get to you. Your outfit was perfect for the day, but the temperature has dropped significantly since you went to the theatre. Yunho notices you shivering.  

“Are you cold?” he asks. Without waiting for a reply, he takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to you. He’s wearing a long sleeve shirt underneath. 

“Won’t you be cold without it?” You say, though you still take the sweatshirt. 

“A ho never gets cold,” he deadpans, and then, after a moment, bursts out laughing. You shake your head and you pull on the sweatshirt, but you’re giggling too. 

“You’re an idiot,” you smile. 

“You liked it,” he shoots back. His words catch you off guard. Is he flirting? You have no idea how to respond to that. You had started off the day as friends, but now you aren’t so sure where you stood. You had always assumed that your crush on him is one-sided, but now…

Today, Yunho had held your hand, unprompted. He gave you his sweatshirt. Are the two of you turning into something more? You take a bite of your pizza, silently turning over the idea in your head.

You can feel his eyes on you as you eat, but you are too scared to look up at him. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” he says quietly. 

“Oh?” You still can’t look him in the eyes. Your face feels hot, and you hope he mistakes your flushed cheeks for a reaction to the cold air or something. 

“Can we do this again? Next time I’m in town?” 

“Like a date?” The words slip out before you register how they sound. The world feels like it’s tilting on its axis. Your heart pounds in your ears. 

“Yeah, like a date,” Yunho responds. You can practically hear his smile. You finally look up to meet his eyes. His face is also a bit red—from the chill or something else, you don’t know.

You want to say something like I thought you’d never ask, but what comes out is more like a squeak. “Okay.”

His smile widens. You finish your food with your heartbeat thudding like a drum in your chest. You can barely focus on the conversation—just him. His smile. His eyes. His hands as they run through his hair. 

Eventually you decide to call it a night. You find a street corner to stand on, trying to hail a cab back to your apartment.

“I have a flight in the morning,” Yunho says ruefully. A couple of taxis with passengers already in them have passed by. 

“I wish you could stay in the city longer,” you reply, watching the street. Yunho murmurs something under his breath that you don’t quite catch. 

Finally a taxi slows in front of you. You open the door and tell the driver where to take you. Then you slide over in the backseat to make room for Yunho, but he refuses to get in. 

“We’re going in opposite directions,” he says, and you can’t find a way to argue with that, despite wanting to you. You want to grab him by the shirt and haul him back to your place with you, but you know that can’t happen. Not tonight, at least. 

Yunho offers cash to the driver. “Here’s the money for the ride. Keep the tip.” 

“Hey, why are you—“ You start to stop him from paying for you, but he grabs your hand instead, gently brushing his lips against your fingertips—a whisper of a kiss. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, shutting the door of the taxi. 

You melt back into the seat as the car takes off. You’re still wearing his sweatshirt, and it smells faintly like him. Warm and comforting. He’s barely gone, but you miss him already. You aren’t sure when you’ll see him next, but there is one thing you are sure of—you aren’t going to sleep tonight. 

[iamzer0]

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚗: 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚔𝚊, 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎!)

Despite how everyone around you is acting, your life continues on. To say things have gotten worse is a huge understatement. Lemme give a run down of why, well it all started one week ago.

You had grown to hate the boys possessive behavior, you wanted to leave and go back home. Unfortunately things can never be that easy, you had been working up the courage and trying to find the words to say to let them down easy. Then you finally burst their bubble and told them the truth. You sat them down and told them “Guys I have to say something important” Gons smile slowly faded and a concerned look washed over his face. “I want you to know that…. I’m not happy here. I haven’t been for some time”

gon and Killua shared confused looks “what do you mean you’re not happy? You have everything you need” Killua said now slowly getting angry “Look I’m just tired, tired of well everything. I’m going back home tomorrow I miss my family and my bed. I hope y’all understand” you said trying to let them down gently. “Is it us?” Gon said “ no as I said I’m just tired” you said in an exhausted voice. “You sleep 8 hours every night!” Killua said in a somewhat desperate tone. “Look I’m going back home, I’m sorry but this is my decision” you said now agitated by their responses.

“We can’t let you do that!” Gon said exchanging looks with Killua “The world is dangerous! There are sick people out there that could hurt you!” Killua said angry that you would even say something such blasphemous. “Killua is right you could get hurt out there!! Let us protect you” Gon said in a worried tone, “I’m not made of glass I can protect myself! It’s my choice to leave not yours!” You said angrily “[reader] don’t do this!” Gon said

“IM LEAVING, THIS IS MY CHOICE STOP BEING SO DAMN CONTROLLING” you shouted then you turned to leave. No longer caring about hurting them. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain at the back off your neck then blackness.

You wake up, confused blinking wearingly. You try and get up but your arm won’t move you blink away the your sleepiness, and see your arm tied to the bed post of the bed in the hotel in Heavens arena you were staying at. Those fucking psychos you think. You look around and spot Gon and Killua sleeping on the couches. “What the fuck you guys?!” You scream waking them up.

“[reader] your awake!” Gon said in a somewhat happy tone but there was nothing to be happy about at least not in your eyes that is.

“What is happening?!” You shout as panic begins to replace your anger. “Calm down, look we couldn’t have you leave us, unprotected it’s safer with you here” Killua said attempting to calm you down.

“Calm down?!? I will not calm down what the fuck!?!” You said tugging at the chain hard, causing your wrists to bleed. They rushed over restraining you as you tried biting them.

So that’s how your life is going right now, they feed you everyday despite your many protests to be set free. You were scared, a week or two ago they were your best friends how did it come to this. You started to back track in your life to try and find out what changed. I mean you currently had a lot of free time. So you thought back on everything trying to find out why they are acting like this maybe it was Hisoka you thought, or maybe it was someone I fought, or maybe they’re just fucking lunatics you thought.

You eventually stopped caring all you wanted now was to escape and leave this place and never look back. So you hatched a plan, you were going to leave during the night. Killua was your biggest problem he was a fricken trained assassin how do you beat that? So you continued to develop the perfect plan then something unexpected happened. They had made it to the top floor.

Fuck. All that planning out the window, Gon decided to go and visit his aunt mito. They were taking you with them how you ask? By drugging you of course. Killua came into the room holding a needle and a bottle of mystery liquid. You started panicking, Gon rushed over and started trying to calm you down, but you kept squirming so he physically held you down while Killua put the needle in your arm mystery liquid filled your body.

“It’s alright” Gon said calmingly “you’re just going to go to sleep for a while” Gon said his voice now sounded like an echo, then darkness.

The drugs were strong but your will was stronger, even in your sleep you fought it. You woke up in flashes then immediately going back to sleep the first time it happened you were on someone’s back you ever so slightly turned your head and saw Hisoka standing in the hallway. The second time you woke up you were boarding a ship still on someone’s back.

The third time you were below deck with Gon standing over you feeding you what tasted like soup. The fourth and final time you were be carried bridal style into a house. Which you soon learned was aunt mitos.

You were placed on a bed “f-f….uck” you said waking up slowly with the world’s worst headache. After waking up you felt the weakest you had ever been in your entire life it was horrible. You were in and out of sleep, throwing up, having fever dreams the whole 9 yards.

They hated seeing you like this but they didn’t want you to try and run away. Aunt mito became your savior you tried asking her for help but she just thought you were in pain from this terrible sickness you contracted from the ship ride over, at least that’s what the boys said.

“H-he..lp m…me” you managed to croak out “awh you poor baby” Mito said while placing a cold cloth in your forehead. Even though she was clueless of your situation she was the only sane one in that house. She was oh so kind to you it was heavenly it reminded you of your parents taking care of up when you were younger and sick.

You got better and eventually you left agin with them to York new, something about finding Gons father with a game or whatever you didn’t care you were still planning your escape.

Y’all were finally at York new the boys still so protective and controlling over you, huddling around as to make sure nobody even got close to you.

They needed money and fast so they could buy the game at the auction. That was your way out, the auction, you had a fool proof plan. Step one act like their helpless little sibling gain their trust back, essentially playing into their delusions.

Step two beg to go to the auction say that you want to be there to support them in their journey to find greed island. Step three once you are there book it to the nearest and buff security guard and tell them about the lunatics keeping you captive.

Of course nothing can ever go as planned can it? The phantom troupe just had to come and ruin your plan.

They had heard that the phantom troupe was worth a crap ton of money so they were hunting them down, unfortunately when they got caught you just so happened to have been in the area.

Fuck your life you thought as they stuffed you in the limo. You sat near the ones called Maci and Phinks. Machi was silent just staring you down trying to intimidate you, it didn’t work you were to pissed to be scared, they royally fucked up your perfect plan. Phinks on the other hand kept trying to talk to you you wanted to slap the shit out of him but that would result in your death and you valued your life, sort of.

So you instead kept your mouth shut only responding when you thought he would be angry if you didn’t. You looked up and saw this weird short black haired guy staring at you like Machi. He scared you his aura alone was enough to keep you away.

They lead you into their hideout you were almost positive this would be your final resting place.

You surprisingly spotted someone you knew, Hisoka, fucking, marrow. Why of all people him, Gon almost gave away the fact y’all knew him. Maybe just maybe Hisoka could save you from this hell.

They discussed what to do with y’all, suddenly the blond one named Shalnark spoke up saying he knew you. What the shitnuggets you thought I don’t know this guy. Suddenly a distant memory flooded into your head you had met him.

At the time you didn’t know the tragedy he inflicted on your family. He had killed your aunt, in front of you, kinda lemme take you back.

He had heard about this valuable piece of tech that your aunt had, and of course he needed to have it. You had just so happened to be staying at your aunts at the time he decided to break in. He had broken in, your aunt of course was refusing to show him where it was, he’s a busy man so he placed his pin in her and mind controlled her into showing him were it was.

You had a nightmare and ran out of your room looking for your aunt you ran into him. He looked down surprised to see a tiny lil kid hugging his leg, crying, asking for your auntie. He hadn’t accounted for their being kids in the house, he had no problem killing kids, he hated doing it but if the job required it. This job didn’t, so in a split second decision he kneeled down to your level and patted your head saying your auntie was out and he was a babysitter.

He calmed you down and brought you back to bed, tucked you in and everything. He told you was watching a horror movie so any screams you heard where the movie. You fell asleep,woke up went out and found your aunt decapitated. Not a fun memory.

You spook up saying “Hey you were the babysitter that killed my aunt!” Killua and gon and most of the troupe gave you the “what the fuck” look.

“Ah so you do remember me” Shalnark said smiling “unfortunately yes” you said under your breath.

This was going to be a terrible interesting mostly terrible adventure. Buckle up!

That’s all for today I’ll update y’all tomorrow with part 3! :3 love you all remember to drink waterฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ(part one is on my page)

[madi-writes-things]

Francesca Pt. 1

Summary:

It broke Schlatt when he had to let Y/N go, But he would go through hell a thousand times if it meant he got to hold her again.

“If I could hold you for a minute… I’d go through it again.”

Word Count: 1.09 K

TW: Mental Illness, angst, ocd, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, break up, pining, feelings of worthlessness, basically a self insert without a physical description, Based in Texas… because so am I

A/N: I’m totally ok, and definitely not scared of my mental illness… 👀

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

My bags are packed before Jay gets home. I don’t want to make this any harder than it has to be. I should probably leave before he gets here, but he deserves an explanation. I’m not really sure what to say when he gets here, but he doesn’t deserve to be ghosted…

When the door opens I regret my decision to stay. He’s holding an H-E-B bag with frozen pizzas and ranch.

My favorite.

The second he locks eyes with me I break down. The bag falls from his hand as he rushes to pull me into a hug.

“What’s wrong pumpkin? What happened?” His voice is filled love and tenderness, very different from his online persona. It makes me cry harder.

“I can’t do this Jay… I-” He pulls me impossibly closer, mumbling a quiet ‘don’t do this’. “I already packed everything into my car. I can’t ask you to stay, I wouldn’t do that to you…”

He knows that I’ve been struggling lately, but I would never ask him to understand the extent of my anguish. I could never tell him about my hours spent researching. The notes. The fear of being alone with myself.

All I’ve ever wanted is to marry the man of my dreams, and have a big family. My mind constantly tells me that I can’t have it…

Nobody would want to deal with you, he’d get tired of it eventually. What if your kids are crazy like you? You don’t want to run the risk that he has to find you dea-

“You aren’t doing anything to me, you don’t have to do this… we can get through this, we can get you whatever help you need… please…”

I’m doing this because I love him. I can tell when he sees the look in my eyes, he mumbles a quick okay before leaving to put the pizzas in the freezer.

I run to lock myself in the bathroom… I feel like I’m going to throw up.

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When I finally get myself together, I leave the bathroom on a mission to get out quickly. It takes me a while before I realize what’s happening.

“where the hell did you put my keys Jay?” I see him sitting at our table, set with two plates of pizza and two glasses of wine.

“You’re not driving right now… I just heard you have a twenty minute panic attack, you’re in no headspace to drive.” I know he won’t give me the keys, no matter how much I try to convince him. “Do you even have anywhere to go?” I just shake my head. He gets up and walks into our bedroom.

I can hear him on the phone with Ted, he’s asking if I can stay in LA with him. When he returns, we sit down to eat the now cold pizza.

“What did he say?” I didn’t necessarily want to move across the country, but we both know I wouldn’t be able to actually leave well enough alone if I stayed.

I can tell that he’s been crying, but I know that this is what’s truly best for him in the long run. “He said yes, obviously. I’ll drive you to his place, and catch a flight back.” I knew that there was no convincing him to leave me alone for extended periods of time… I wonder if Ted told him not to let me out of his sight.

He probably did.

After dinner Jay offers to sleep on the couch, but I tell him that I don’t want our last night to be spent in different parts of the house.

He holds me as I cry myself to sleep.

This is what’s best for him.

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The nearly twenty hour drive was silent, stopping whenever the gas gauge lit up. Jay always knew what to get me from the gas station, while I stayed in the car reading. About halfway through the ride he finally decided to play some music, our shared playlist flowing through the tense atmosphere.

I decided to take a nap at some point, and was awoken by Jay gently shaking my shoulder while handing me some food that he had gotten. “We’ve only got about an hour left… you need to eat, and I think we should talk about it.”

No. You can’t handle this, the car ride is hell as is… and now he wants you to talk about why you’re breaking his heart?

“There’s not much to talk about Jay… there isn’t any way to convince me that it was a mistake.” I can see the hurt look in his eyes when I say it, and I really didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. “I love you so much… and I promise, this is for you.”

He starts to try and argue, before settling on asking about publicity. My only response is that we can deal with it separately. I finish my food, and finish the last few chapters of my book.

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It takes less than an hour to move all of my stuff into Ted’s guest room.

Ted is my best friend, and we’ve known each other for years. He introduced me to the job prospects of the internet. He introduced me to all of his colleagues when I was first starting on YouTube…

He introduced me to Jay.

After helping move everything in, Jay got ready to fly out. He said a quick goodbye to me, before going outside to talk to Ted.

They were out there for a really long time.

What if he’s convincing Ted that you are a horrible person?

What if they’re working together to get you put away?

What if you opened the window?

What if you jumped?

My phone is in my hand immediately, looking up the likelihood of injury/death from a second story jump. Very unlikely. Shit.

All of the sudden, the walls feel too close. The window is too far. I hear Jay’s Uber leaving, and everything starts to collapse.

This was a mistake. I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s too late. He hates me. I should have just left a note and Jumped off the congress avenue bridge.

I can’t breathe.

I hear a soft knock at my door, and hear it creak open. Ted sits down in front of me, placing my hand on his chest. We work on breathing exercises that he taught me years ago. When I finally feel slightly normal, he pulls me into a tight hug.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

pls could you maybe do something about chad being the readers brother and finding out they are dating Ethan ? 💗

Let’s ignore the age issue (reader can’t be younger bc she won’t be at college, but let’s pretend) because a lot of things don’t make sense in horror movies and that's just the way they are

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Falling for your brother’s roommate happened slowly and unexpectedly. It started with shy smiles across the couch on movie nights, then casual lunch dates because you both had a two hours lunch gap on Tuesdays and one evening, Chad was tired so he went to bed before the movie finished, but you stayed with Ethan and one thing led to another.

Now, you and Ethan were in a secret relationship because of the delicate situation. You knew your brother and you knew he would react strongly to you and Ethan. They were close friends, but you were his sister first and Chad was very protective.

You thought you were careful, but one morning Chad was heading to class and he saw you and Ethan together on campus. Your light pink backpack on your shoulder was hard to miss in a crowded place. He didn’t think much of it…until he saw Ethan grabbing your face and kissing you.

That’s when Chad’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with fury. Forgetting about class, he strided over and your lips were ripped from Ethan's, forcing you apart.

‘’What the—’’ A shocked gasp left your lips, cutting you off mid-word, as you saw your brother grabbing Ethan by the collar of his shirt and roughly shoving him against the nearest surface.

‘’What the fuck are you doing with my sister, man?’’ Ethan stammered, searching for the right words to explain the situation, but Chad’s angry face had him stunned. ‘’We’ve talked about this. We had an agreement! No messing with my sister, no thinking about my sister.’’ His grip on Ethan's collar tightened as he glared at him, his anger blazing.

Seeing the genuine fear in Ethan’s eyes, you placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder. ‘’Chad! Stop!’’

Chad looked between you and Ethan, torn between his protective instincts and your request.

‘’Let him go,’’ you asked, holding your brother’s gaze with seriousness. ‘’Please.’’

Taken aback by your plea, the seriousness in your voice made Chad pause for a moment. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Ethan and took a step back. His breathing was heavy, and his face was covered with anger. He turned to face you, his expression a mix of betrayal and disappointment.

‘’We had an agreement, and he broke it. He knew how I felt about him making a move on you, and yet he went behind my back.’’

You get his protective big brother side, but he couldn’t control who was allowed or not to date you. That’s just too far.

‘’Don’t make him sound like the bad guy. If anyone did something wrong here, it’s you,’’ you pointed at Chad, pointing a finger at his chest. ‘’You had no right to tell Ethan he wasn’t allowed to like me. You can’t control people’s feelings like that.’’

Ethan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. ‘’Chad, I’m really sorry. I never meant to disrespect our agreement. It wasn't planned, and I understand if you're angry—’’

‘’You, shut up!’’ Chad snapped, but you were quick to bite back.

‘’No, you shut up!’’ Your loud voice made a few heads turn, but you quickly composed yourself again. ‘’I’m not a little kid anymore. I date guys and kiss them…and sometimes they happen to be your roommate. I know this is difficult for you. You’re scared I’m gonna get my heart hurt, but it’s part of life. Ethan and I may be a hard pill to swallow, but take a big gulp of water because he is my boyfriend and I’m not gonna let you come between us.’’

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[dean-a-mean-tae]

A Teddy Bear From The Fair | Stray Kids Extra Member

A soft peach gives Jeongin a cozy feeling.

WARNINGS: Predebut!Chan, Predebut!Nicholas, Predebut!Jeongin, Told from Jeongin's POV. There might be a strange vibe going on... I don't know any other warnings.

@cafekitsune made the dividers | Nicholas Ross Master List

Chan had taken Jeongin to different places to calm him down before bringing him to meet Nicholas. They went what felt like everywhere before going to the store.

“Before we go back, we need to get something,” Chan said, speed-walking to the fruit aisle. He walked past all of them before stopping at a cart with a big sign on it.

“Peaches?” Jeongin asked.

“They're Nick’s favorite snack,” Chan explained, picking through them for the perfect ones. Not too hard, but not mushy soft.

“Nick? The member I’m meeting today?” Jeongin asked, helping Chan find more of the sweet fruit.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Chan answered. He smiled when they had twelve peaches. If he hid them properly, they might be able to last 4-5 days.

Looking at his quiet friend, Chan frowned at Jeongin’s wide eyes. Knowing why he was nervous, Chan quickly reassured Jeongin, “Don’t worry. He looks scary because he’s tall, but he’s soft.”

“Soft?”

“He reminds you of a teddy bear,” Chan chuckled as he guided the younger male to check out.

“Just look at his face. He won’t scare you.”

“He looks like he’s going to kill me,” Jeongin muttered, hiding behind Chan. Nicholas sat on the floor, staring at Jeongin with unblinking eyes.

“I promise he’s not that scary,” Chan whispered as he pulled Jeongin closer to the taller boy.

They stopped right in front of him. Chan was right. Nicholas wasn’t scary up close.

He was looking up at them with wide sparkly eyes. His caramel skin looked soft with pillow-plump lips. His button nose looked so kissable, and his kinky hair was everywhere.

Jeongin remembers Chan saying something about Nicholas having thick curls and a lot of hair. He wasn’t lying.

“Hi, hyung.”

His voice.

Smooth and a little deep. A voice you couldn’t get tired of. One you want to listen to forever. A voice that could put you to sleep and keep you energized at the same time.

God, his voice.

“Hey, Peanut!” Chan smiled as he sat beside Nicholas, and the younger boy giggled.

Holy- He really did remind you of a teddy bear. A big teddy bear someone won for you at a Fair or something. Knowing that this person went through the trouble of playing a game again until they could win a prize for you.

That cozy feeling you get when you look at the teddy bear a week later and again a year later.

That’s his giggle. Soft and cozy.

“Jeongin?”

He blinked. Once, twice, then thrice.

“Sorry, hyung. I was lost in thought,” Jeongin giggled, his ears flushed bright red. He sat in front of the smiling pair.

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” Nicholas asked, his voice trailing off at the end.

“I’m 15,” Jeongin answered, pulling the bag of peaches out of his backpack.

“Peaches?” Nicholas breathed. Next to him, Chan laughed loudly.

“They are for you.” The youngest boy handed the bag to Nicholas. Unfortunately, it was snatched before he could get his hands on it.

“We both know you won’t wash them properly,” Chan said over Nicholas’ grumbles. He handed a lunch bag to Nicholas, who took it with another grumble.

“Yum,” Nicholas hummed as he pulled a washed peach out the bag. He admired the fruit before taking a huge bite. Chan laughed as he took a paper towel to wipe the juice spilling out the corner of Nicholas’ mouth.

He ate like someone would take it from him. Maybe he grew up with siblings, too? Anyone with siblings knows you must eat fast, or it might get snatched off your fork and off the plate.

Right after Nicholas finished the peach, another freshly washed one was placed in his hands. After taking a bite, Nicholas stared at Jeongin and asked, "What's my nickname?"

"Nickname?" Jeongin asked. Chan hadn't told him any nicknames. He heard him call Nicholas Peanut, but that sounded weird. Jeongin glanced at Chan, who stared back at him expectantly.

"Nick?"

"That's a common nickname," Nicholas explained before taking another bite. Next to him, Chan laughed as he pointed at the amount of juice dripping down Nick's chin. 

"What do you want to call me?" The tallest boy asked, wiping his face.

"I don't know. Peach?" Jeongin asked, looking between the other two boys. They shared a look before smiling at Jeongin.

"A nickname after your obsession," Chan laughed. His face was red from laughing too hard. "Perfect!"

"I'll have to find something for you," Nicholas said, tossing the peach seed in a nearby trash can. He wiped his face before tensing. He glanced at Jeongin before looking down as he whispered, "If that's alright with you."

"I want a nickname," Jeongin smiled, scooting towards Nicholas.

"Then I'll think of one," Nicholas chuckled.

There's that cozy feeling again.

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