#i'm grabbing you now I'm so sorry but it's true gonna put you next to Alex and Sara and Ferre and Nassy and Dex and---

[mythvoiced]

hey I was just hanging and I saw u and I wanted to come in and tell you're wonderful

I WAS GONNA WRITE YOU AND NOW YOU STOLE MY THUNDER well, that only means now I have to yell all these things about you here where everybody can see, sO REMEMBER how you followed me first? Let me tell you why I'm mentioning this, well, the reason I'm mentioning this Ami, is because when I saw the notification that YOU had followed me, all brain capacity ceased. All at once. I know we're all sexy people who don't just follow for follow, which meant that you, incredible Ami, had peeked at my lil blog and said 'yeah, I wanna write with that', and that was INSANE for me because I saw you writing and interacting with Alex for SO LONG that you were almost already a huge deal on m'dash, yknow~ So I've seen the way you write and I saw how COOL you are, like, the energy and the fun of your edits with your dynamics with Alex, AND I'D TOLD M'SELF, alright, one day I'm gonna yeet m'self at Ami and see if mayhaps I can meet Amelia up close AND THEN YOU BEAT ME TO IT, AND THAT WAS SO GREAT I GOT SO EXCITED!! Because Amelia is so inSANELy developed and I just can't get enough of peeking at your ooc posts and seeing how much you love your chaos gremlin and it's just SO NEAT, your presence on dash, IMMACULATE, so I've officially decided that I'm thinking of you as one of the REAL ONES now and as such, expect me to be an absolute nuisance of headcanon asks and yelling~

[irisintheafterglow]

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger)

summary: married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

wc: 1k

cw/tags: mentions of violence, blood, and deaths (nothing graphic), mild angst/comfort with happy ending, some swearing, yes this is the albatross coded

note: honestly not sure where this came from! was just listening to ttpd and thought about what being married to gojo realistically would be like (aka always being targeted as his weakness that it becomes routine). hope you like it :)

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Wise men once said, “Don’t sleep with your windows open,” and you should have listened to them. If you had, there wouldn’t be three dead mercenaries in your living room, and another somewhere in your kitchen. There were five, originally, but you figured the last one was being hunted down a hallway as he tried to escape your building. The blood-spotted microwave’s clock reads 2:08 when you glance at it to grab cleaning supplies from the cupboard. 2:10 is when Satoru re-enters the apartment and kicks off his shoes. 

“I called Ijichi; he’s sending over cleaners right now,” he says, carefully stepping around the blood and curse guts splattered on the floorboards. Stray drops of who knows what speckle the photos on the bookshelf and he wipes them with his sleeve, scowling. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” 

“Yeah, there’d probably be less of a mess,” you admit, wiping down the kitchen island and guiding the crumbs and dust into the trash. “But they’d still be dead, so I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end.” 

“You handled yourself pretty well for being out of the country for a few months,” he adds appreciatively, retrieving the carpet cleaner from under the sink and sprinkling it onto the living room floor. “I still think it’d be better if you lived on-campus, though.” He squints in the pale moonlight at the pile of abrasive powder and decides to dump a little bit more for good measure. 

“I know–Hey, what’d I tell you about wasting the carpet cleaner? A little goes a long way, remember?” Satoru sets the tube down and puts his hands up in surrender, reaching back and tightening his blindfold before he approaches you in the kitchen. “I can hear your thoughts as they make their way to your mouth, dear.” 

“Look, I know what you’re gonna say–”

“Don’t ask what you’re about to ask, then, if you already know the answer,” you interject with that lightning-quick wit he adored so much. You move to grab the broom from next to the fridge, but he gently catches your wrist and turns you to face him. 

“You’d be safer there,” he continues and you pull your lips into a tight line. 

“Only place I’m safe is wherever I'm with you, realistically.” You had a point. In any other circumstance, the sentiment would be sweet if it wasn’t horribly true. You’d heard time and time again from Satoru how he stared restlessly at the ceiling, anxious about what danger might be coming wherever you were. He theorizes that the higher-ups promoted you to spite him, to have you travel even more often than he was and visit more places across the globe than any seasoned sorcerer would be comfortable with. Phone calls weren’t enough to verify that you were safe; he had to see you, feel you, know you were alive. “This is, what, the second time this month? The first time was when I came back from Paris, right?”

“I don’t think that was this month. It might’ve been the last week of the month prior. Monaco, maybe?”

“Eh, same thing. They always come after me when I get back from Europe. You think they’re trying to catch me off guard or something?”

“I don’t know if we can predict a schedule with these guys, babe,” he grimaces. As much as he liked that you were making light of the situation, the churning in his gut about what could have happened if he didn’t come was too painful to ignore. “Your dad would kill me if he saw how much danger I put you in.” 

“It’s a step up than sneaking me out of the third story of the house, I’ll admit,” you tease. How you could still find humor in times like these, he could never fathom. It’d taken months to convince your father to let Satoru court you, let alone marry you. To your family, he was an impediment, an obstacle, and, unfortunately, the love of your life. “Maybe even as bad as the food poisoning you got from that one place in Sendai.”

“I don’t think ‘in sickness and in health’ is supposed to apply to attempted assassinations. Food poisoning and sprained ankles, sure, but that other one toes the line a little too much.” The frequency of your life in danger was why he wanted you to live full-time on one of the Jujutsu Tech campuses and become a teacher, like him. Sure, a selfish part of him wanted you closer all the time, but he’d pick your safety over your proximity any day. 

“How far are the cleaners?” You yawn, washing your hands at the sink and scanning for everything in your home that needs to be wiped or scrubbed. 

“Ten minutes, tops. I can wait for them if you wanna go back to bed.” He knew you weren’t going to take him up on his offer. You were never able to sleep properly after attempts like this unless he was in the same room. “Though I know you won’t.”

“Isn’t it a little fucked up that we know how the rest of these nights usually go?” You chuckle, a soft, airy sound that takes some of the weight off of Satoru’s chest. You were truly sunlight incarnate and he was the darkest, unseen side of the moon. 

“I’d say this is all my fault, honestly.” You look at him curiously and he shrugs. “I’m the one who made you fall in love with me, after all.” 

“By that logic, I’m also partially to blame,” you point out, flashing him the ring on your left hand. The glow of cursed energy Satoru had embedded into the gemstones glows like Christmas lights in the darkness. The energy was more concentrated than your own body’s natural reserves, allowing him to pinpoint you immediately as long as you were wearing it. Danger and plans A through Z, and everything in between that came with marrying the strongest sorcerer in existence. “I can’t count the number of people who warned me about you.”  

“Why didn’t you listen to them?” 

“Because they’re not you,” you smile. “If you say that you’ll keep me safe, then I trust you to keep your word.” Sunlight incarnate, he thinks again, and God help anyone who tries to block you from him.

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[chrissturnss]

"i know you’re with him"

summary: in which, y/n gets into an argument with her boyfriend. he breaks up with her, not because he doesn't love her, but because he knows it will always be him, chris. y/n finds comfort in chris's arms, kisses and more.

warnings: soft smut

word count: 1366

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“Y/N YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND” “WHAT NOLAN, WHAT SHOULD I UNDERSTAND, YOUR JEALOUSY??” He looked at me, full of disappointment, the room became silent, I was so angry, my chest was heaving up and down, I was breathing heavily. "It's not just jealousy, it's more than that y/n. But you'll never understand it" he said turning around to grab his gym bag. "No, you're not going to go to the gym now, you're going to stay here and explain all this shit to me," I said and held him by his sleeve. He looked at me with so much disappointment, I think this will be the end for both of us. "I know that he has feelings for you and I also know that you feel the same way" he said "you are wrong" I said and shook my head. "Come on Y/n, you know it, you just don't want to admit it. You notice yourself the way you look at each other, the way you interact with each other, you only chose me because you both can't admit your feelings to each other and you both are afraid for your friendship. You can't even tell me you love me" "Nolan that's not true-" "say it y/n say you love me" I looked at him, looking between his eyes, my eyes became watery and he blurry. "I- I- Nol-" "You can't" He said, reaching for his gym bag again. "When I get back, you'll be gone. It's over" he said and left his house, I ran after him to the door. "NOLAN, NO, NOLAN PLEASE" I screamed and cried.

I didn't know what to do, I packed my things that I brought to Nolan's house yesterday. I did what he said, left his house, on the way to the door his mother came towards me "is everything okay sweetheart?" she asked "yes, I'm okay" I said to her and rushed past her out the door. Nick, Matt and Chris' home was closer. I didn't know what was going on in my head, it was dark and I ran there without thinking. Was Nolan right? Standing in front of Chris's front door, I waited until he opened the door for me, I didn't text him beforehand, nobody had any idea I was coming. Tears ran down my face, I heard the door unlock. "y/n what happened" he asked and I fell into his arms. He held me tight, his hands rested on my back, I cried against his chest, my fingers dug into his zipper that he was wearing. As I started to cry harder, Chris put a hand on the back of my head and held me tighter. The hand that was on my back moved away to close the door behind us. "It's okay, I'm here, okay" he said and I nodded while I was still lying on his chest. "Nick and Matt aren't here if you were looking for the-" he said and I interrupted him "I just need you" I said still lying in his arms and hearing his heart beating in his chest. "do you wanna tell me what happened?" he asked while his head rested on mine "Nolan broke up with me" I said quietly. "I'm sorry, did he say why?" he asked and I nodded in his arms. "Do you wanna tell me?" "he broke up because of you" I said "because of me?" He asked and I finally looked at him, he looked down at me and I looked up at him. "and because of me, because of us" I said "us?" he asked "mhm" I said. At that moment I knew Nolan was right, the hidden feelings for Chris are real. „Come on“ he said and dragged me to his room.

"Sit on my bed, I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some-" I interrupted. I grabbed his face in my hands and connected our lips together, slowly and gently. His hands rested on my hips, our lips moved gently, my cheeks were still covered in tears. We moved to his bed, my legs touched the knuckles of his bed and he gently laid me back, crawling over me and resting his strong arms next to me.

“Please don’t regret it” he said while his eyes literally penetrated me. "I won't" I whispered. I linked our fingers together, our hands resting next to my head. He looked at our hand, breathed in and out with concentration before he looked back at me.

"You're so beautiful," he said gently, stroking my wet cheek with his thumb. His lips touched mine again, so gently, my hand that wasn't connected to his other hand roaming over his clothed torso. I grabbed the end of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. His hair ruffled and fell in my face.

his hand slowly slid under my shirt, slowly squeezing my tits, a soft moan escaped my lips. I leaned up to take off my shirt. Chris helped me make it go faster and I leaned back again and he didn't waste any time leaning over my, this time bare, breasts again. His upper body pressed gently against mine, his lips briefly sucked mine every now and then. his hand went down. He pressed my skirt and my panties down with one hand, I moved my hips and legs so that it was easier for him. Every time he kisses me, his cold belt buckle presses against my skin. and it made me go crazy inside. "lemme feel you, all of you"

„I‘m gonna go real slow alright? don’t wanna hurt you“He said while I unbuckled his pants and he then pushed them off. Oh lord, he's huge. He saw it in my facial expression, so he gently placed his tip at my entrance. I guess I've never seen Chris do anything so slowly and with so much conscience. We both breathed harder, but our eyes didn't unlock from each other. His eyes never left my face as he pushed himself in. My hands placed on his neck, my grip tightened slightly "Oh god" he said softly, with pleasure and a gentle smile. "You feel so good" I said quietly.

„you’re taking me so good baby“ "mmm" was the only thing I could answer. I concentrated on how he feels inside me, his movement inside me, with which he hits the right spots with every thrust. „you‘re so tight, it feels so fucking good - fuck“ his head looked down as he pushed in gently but firmly again and again. "fuck y/n" he said and locked our eyes again.

„ch- chris mmm. feels so good” I managed to say. I was so focused on this feeling that I couldn't think of anything else. “Fuck” I breathed out.

Our orgasm were building up in both of us, we could tell. He leaned his forehead against mine, our eyes locked together, our mouths wide open, and he thrust into me. his hand placed on my palm and locked our fingers together. Every time it felt insanely good and almost cost us our high, we pressed our hands. Quiet moans escape my lips and a growl escapes his. "Fuck, youre gonna be the death of me" he said with a slight smile and immediately, he squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth opened wider and he let out another moan. This exact sight gives me the best height I've ever had. "chris -i - i- i'm gonna cum chris-" I cried. I pressed my forehead harder against his, moaned into his face and all of that brought him to his height. "fuck, baby- you feel so fucking good, fuck y/n" I could still feel everything from my height and it felt better with the feeling of him releasing inside me. He fucked us through the heights for a moment until he pulled out.

“never thought this would ever happen” he said with a soft smile as he got off me. “have you ever wanted it before?” I asked, he just smirked “you did!” I said with a little laugh. “oh shut up y/n” ohh i got him. He just shook his head smiling and gave me some clothes of his to wear. "Just so you know, I always wanted it" I smiled. "I know now, gorgeous" he smiled. grabbed my chin and kissed me. "I'll be right back, I'll get you something to drink" he said and left his room.

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[mrsshabana]

Okay I’ve got an idea for you

Soulmate Tattoo AU but Gyutaro never had one as a human and it only develops some time after he became a demon.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐮 ♡ 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒰୨୧ ・Content Gyutaro x female!reader, canon-ish, soulmate au, fluff, angst ꒰୨୧ ・Note I've been meaning to answer this ask for so long! Honestly I wish I could write an entire fic about this but I had to stop myself. I've always wanted to write for a soulmate au so if you want to see more don't hesitate to ask! ♡ (Also I've never written for a soulmate au before so I'm sorry if I did it wrong)

It all happened so fast.

Just a moment ago you were walking home from the night market. And now you find yourself pinned to the ground in a dark alleyway fighting for your life. Some monster grabbing at you, trying to make you his next meal.

He's unlike anything you've ever seen before, but it doesn't take long for you to deduce that he's a demon. You've only heard people tell stories of them, but you never would have imagined they were real.

His large hand wraps around your mouth so you can't scream.

"Pathetic," he snarls, "Just going to let me kill you without putting up a fight?"

You try to kick and scream but you're powerless against him. His lips curl into a sadistic smile. A deep, hyena-like laugh comes from his throat.

"You're so disgraceful, I almost feel bad for you!"

For a split second, he's too busy antagonizing you to notice that you're wiggling out of his grasp. "Fuck you!" you hiss, kicking his groin and desperately crawling away.

Immediately the demon hunches over and groans in pain, "You... bitch..."

Unfortunately, the blow doesn't do as much damage as it would a human, and he's recovered quicker than you expected. You were only able to get a few feet away before he grabbed your ankle.

"You'll pay for th-" he stops mid-sentence and stares at the spot above your ankle.

An intricate pattern lies there, one that you were born with. It looks like a random splotch of ink at first glance, but when you look closer it resembles the shape of a heart.

The demon gulps audibly, suddenly the entire aura around him shifting. Without an explanation, he gets on one knee and pulls up the hem of his pants to reveal a mark that looks identical to yours.

"You... You're my soulmate," you whisper in disbelief.

The demon's hand begins to tremble as he keeps a firm grip on your ankle. "It-it can't be..."

"P-Please, maybe we-"

"Shut it!" he snaps, his teeth getting dangerously close to your face, "I don't care who you are! You're gonna be my next meal!"

He pulls out a weapon you didn't notice he had. It looks strange, like something you've never seen before.

With a look of amusement on his face, he swipes the blade of the weapon across your throat.

But nothing happens.

"...what?" he frowns and presses the blade harder against your neck. But it won't cut your skin.

It really must be true then. This demon is your soulmate, and lucky for you soulmates can't bring harm to each other.

You always heard about soulmate tattoos and how you were destined to find that special person one day. But a demon? Really? Sure, he's pretty cute but he's still a demon!

However, you're honestly just happy to be alive. At least now you don't have to worry about the demon that lurks around the entertainment district making you his dinner.

Meanwhile, your soulmate stares at you with wide eyes, hurriedly stepping away from you as if he's disgusted by you.

"Wait! Please don't go," you reach out to him, "Maybe we can work something out..."

"Tsk, I want nothing to do with you. I don't need a soulmate," he snarls, looking you up and down one last time before disappearing into the night.

You stay in that spot longer than you should, hoping he would return.

Of course, you know that demons are dangerous, but a part of you can't help but feel some kind of unconditional love for him. He is your soulmate after all.

But after some time passes you give up on love. The demon never comes back so you figure there's no point in even trying to find love in the future. If your destined soulmate doesn't even want you, then why would anyone else?

As weeks pass you go on with your life and try to forget about the demon. You're pretty sure he's long forgotten about you, but you couldn't be further from the truth. He's just been really good at hiding it.

Gyutaro hasn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since that night.

He went his entire life convinced that he was unloveable. But then suddenly this gorgeous human shows up on a silver platter just for him. It was a lot to process in the moment, but as time passed he couldn't help but sprout feelings for you. Especially after he stalked you and got to see how cute you are.

It started with him following your scent around the district, finding out where you lived, stealing your mail to get all of your personal information, and then breaking into your home while you slept.

Sure, maybe it's a bit creepy and weird but he's a demon! He has no morals at this point.

When he was a human, soulmates were the least of his worries. He was too busy scrounging for food and trying to survive to care. There were plenty of marks on his body, but none of them were the mark of a soulmate. The one on his ankle only appeared years after he became a demon. But honestly, the thought that this mark was actually the mark of a soulmate never crossed his mind. He always believed that a soulmate was never in the cards for him.

Normally he would never catch feelings for anyone, let alone a human. But when he met you it was like a switch flipped inside of him and he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

And now, as he spends more and more time around you he begins to get careless. His feelings start to get stronger and overpower his rational thoughts. This whole time he's told himself that he'll never let you see him and he'll always just admire you when you're asleep. But the urge to touch you starts to get too strong. Oh, what he wouldn't give to feel your skin under his fingertips. To just hold you in his arms if only for a few seconds.

As he stands above your bed, looking down at you as you sleep blissfully unaware, he can't stop himself from crawling into your bed with you. It's like his body moves on its own, all of his anxious and self-hating thoughts get momentarily pushed aside. And all he can think about is you, and how right this feels.

You feel large, firm arms wrap around you - slowly waking you from your slumber. Typically someone would feel terrified to wake up suddenly in the embrace of a stranger. But you already know who this is. Your body knew it was your soulmate before you even opened your eyes.

After all of these weeks, you tried to forget about him but you never could. Ever since that first night you met him you felt like a part of you was missing. And he felt it too.

But now you feel complete with him by your side. And for the first time in his life, he doesn't hate himself. He doesn't feel like a disgusting, ugly, disgraceful waste of space.

He feels loved.

[supernovafics]

series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k words

warnings: explicit language, some angst

summary: time continues on and fake dating steve becomes easier and easier, but it’s hard to know if it’s completely working

CHAPTER NINE | ❝𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆❞

Spring Semester 2016

“Stop looking at me.” 

Eddie only smiled at you. “Sorry, sorry.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you placed the book in your hand back in the same spot on the shelf that you grabbed it from. 

“Oh, also, you don’t have to stay. I can find another way to get back to the dorms,” You told him. “I know how boring this is for you.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I wanna stay.”

You were kind of surprised by his words because this moment felt like a happy accident, a fluke. It was rare that moments like these would happen anymore; where you two talked about nothing and did things as simple as hanging out in a bookstore. He was happy with Chrissy and most of his time had been spent with her lately. It sucked, but it did make sense to you. 

However, when you had randomly mentioned the bookstore that you wanted to go to that was a few towns over, he immediately said that he’d drive you. 

“They have a music section here too,” You said as you grabbed a different book off of the shelf because the title sounded interesting to you. “It’s small, but there’s old CDs and some vinyls and stuff. I’ll buy you something as compensation for driving thirty minutes to bring me here.”

“You don’t owe me anything, but I’ll never turn down a free vinyl,” Eddie told you and you smiled at that. 

You focused on the book in your hand, reading the short synopsis on the back of it and then looking at the front as you contemplated getting it or not. Ultimately, you put it back on the shelf. 

“I know exactly how weird this is probably gonna sound,” Eddie started and you turned your head to look at him. “But there’s something about how “into it” you get when you’re looking for stuff. It’s very endearing and cute.”

You weren’t sure what you had thought he was going to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. You had to look away from him then, turning your attention back to the packed bookshelf in front of you. 

Looking away made it a thousand times easier to pretend that his words didn’t make you feel any type of way, and it also made it easier to convince yourself that, at the end of the day, his words meant absolutely nothing. Because they couldn’t mean anything. 

He didn’t want to be with you, he wanted to be with Chrissy. And months ago, you had forced yourself to believe that that wasn’t a bitter pill to swallow. 

There was no room for pining. There was only room for pretending. 

Pretending that everything was fine. Pretending that you didn’t like him. Pretending that you hadn’t been so fucking close to admitting that to him at one point. 

You playfully laughed at his previous words and shook your head and hoped that none of it seemed forced. “Yes, that’s very weird, but thank you, I guess? Also, I really doubt that’s true.” You grabbed a random book that caught your eye on the shelf, wanting to change the subject as quickly as you could. “I think I'm just gonna settle on this one for now. Let's go check out the music stuff.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Spring Semester 2018

You wondered what things looked like from an outsider's perspective. How close you and Steve were sitting at this table in the library; chairs practically pushed as close as they could be and his hand holding yours like it truly wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. 

It wasn’t that intense, you’d seen worse PDA moments in high school, but it still felt like a lot— in a good way. If you were a random person walking past you and Steve at that moment, you’d believe that you two were obsessed with each other— which was a good thing. It meant that this was working. 

Ultimately, though, you figured that it really didn’t matter what others thought, it just mattered what Eddie thought. And, in your eyes, it was hard to tell what he was thinking in this moment. Aside from you and Steve being practically attached at the hip, everything else was perfectly normal right then. 

Steve was reading something on his laptop and you were in the middle of a conversation with Eddie, who was sitting across from you two.  

It had been a last-second thing, you joining in on their study session for the Business class they had together. At first, you were working on your own stuff as they actually studied, and then the band conversation abruptly started when Eddie mentioned that Corroded Coffin had a gig at a different place on Sunday; a slightly bigger bar than Aces. 

“You have to play the new song that you guys have been working on,” You told him. “The video you showed me of you guys playing it when you were rehearsing was really good.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, of course,” You nodded. “I love you guys, but I cannot support you adding another cover to the set.” 

He smiled at you. “You used to be the biggest supporter of our covers.”

“That was back when I suggested the best one ever for you guys to do, and it became the biggest hit among the crowd,” You said, smiling back at him.

“I was so honestly so surprised that people loved it so much.” 

You shook your head. “You shouldn’t have been. It made a lot of sense.” 

“What song was it?” Steve asked. 

“Britney Spears. Baby One More Time. The way that they would do it was so good. Insanely good, actually,” You answered, looking at Steve and he nodded. “I have some videos I can show you later since they don’t play it anymore.” You then looked back at Eddie. “Sadly.” 

He laughed a bit at the overdramatic sigh you let out. “It started becoming way too overplayed.” 

“I guess that's true, but I think it might be time to bring it back.” 

“I thought you just said no more adding covers to the set.” 

“Shit, oh yeah, just play the new song at your gig on Sunday,” You responded and then smiled again. “And then we can talk about bringing Britney back later.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you but still nodded. “Got it.” He then checked the time on his phone. “I need to head to class. Steve, you wanna study again on Monday?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, Monday’s good.” 

“Are you coming to reality TV night tonight?” You asked Eddie as he started putting his stuff in his bag, referring to the usual Friday night tradition at your apartment.

“I have band stuff with the guys, but I can maybe come around midnight,” He answered and you nodded at that. “Have you guys already decided on a show?”

“No, but Talia’s campaigning hard for this one about a Mormon family and we’re all trying to find something else because none of us want to watch that.”

Eddie let out a laugh as he nodded. “Makes sense.” He stood up from the table then. “I’ll see you guys later.”

He walked away and once he turned the corner you and Steve finally pulled away from each other; you didn’t immediately move your chairs apart, but his hand dropped from yours. 

“That invitation is open to you too, y’know. If you wanna come over tonight,” You told Steve before you could think better of it. And then once your brain caught up with your mouth, you were shrugging and shaking your head at yourself. “But, um, I guess that wouldn’t really make sense… Since Eddie’s not gonna be there for most of it.”

“Yeah,” Steve said simply, and it felt like there was more to that “yeah,” but you couldn’t tell what. “This is kinda getting confusing now, though.” He leaned back against his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t get why he hasn’t said anything to you yet. It seems obvious that he likes you, or at least, feels something…. He was the one who wanted to tell you to come here when he randomly realized what time your class ended.”

“Really? I thought it was you that suggested that,” You said, thinking back to the text you got from Steve minutes after you left your English class that focused on British authors from the 1800s. 

Steve shook his head. “No, that was him. If I actually knew your schedule, I probably would’ve. But, anyway, it doesn’t make sense to me why he hasn’t admitted anything to you yet.”

You considered his words for a second and then the logical side of your brain was coming up with an answer. “Maybe there’s nothing to admit?” 

“I doubt that. If I was actually your boyfriend, I probably would’ve gotten jealous about how he was looking at you this entire past hour.”

You let Steve’s words sit in the air between you two for a moment. It had only been about two weeks since you shook hands and this fake dating thing started. And, in your eyes, aside from a few small select moments that you still couldn’t figure out if they even meant something or not, everything seemed exactly the same between you and Eddie. 

You wished that you could’ve looked at things from an outside perspective, mainly just from Steve’s perspective, because everything he was saying to you right then sounded way too good to be true. 

“It feels so weird hearing this,” You admitted with a shake of your head. 

Steve looked at you, confused. “Why? Isn’t this what you want?”

“Yes, but,” You trailed off for a second and sighed. “I’ve just spent so long convincing myself that the little things mean nothing, and I’ve also just been so wrong about so many things when it’s come to him before. So now that it’s being validated that I’m probably not just looking too much into things, it’s pretty weird.”

“You should stop doing that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “What?”

“Second-guessing things. Overthinking.”

Hearing him say that, in such a simple way too, made you laugh. “Oh, Steven, you make that sound so easy. I wish it was.”

“This is gonna work for you.” He sounded so certain about it and you wanted to know why, and you also wanted to know why you weren’t certain. 

Actually, you knew exactly why there was a part of you that still felt hesitant about everything; even though, as the days passed, you were getting more and more used to this game of pretend that you and Steve were playing. It was for “just in case” purposes— just in case all of what you two were doing truly did turn out to be for nothing. If you didn’t let yourself feel a thousand percent certain about it, it wouldn't hurt too much when you were maybe let down in the end.

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Luckily enough, you didn’t have to watch the Mormon family show that Talia suggested. Instead, Robin found a singing competition show that sounded a lot more interesting, and you all happily settled on that— even Talia was okay with it.

You were sitting on the small loveseat, a blanket settled across your lap, and everyone else was on the couch. There was a blonde guy in his mid-twenties singing a surprisingly good rendition of Vienna by Billy Joel when your phone vibrated a couple times in your lap. You grabbed it, instinctively expecting something from Eddie, but instead it was two messages from Steve.

Steve: Are daisies actually your favorite flowers?

Steve: And are sour gummy worms your favorite candy?

You: This is very random but yes to both

You: Are you that good of a guesser or am I just that easy to read? Also, why does knowing either of those things matter?

Steve: Since valentine’s day is coming up I texted Eddie and asked him what your favorites were (to help with maybe making him jealous or something). And I just wanted to confirm with you that he was right 

There was something about that that made you smile. That Eddie knew those little things about you— that felt like it meant something. You didn’t remember ever outwardly telling him either of those things, but maybe in nearly three years of friendship, it came up once or twice at some point.  

Your sudden smile was something that didn’t go unnoticed by your friends. 

“Oh, you’re definitely texting Steve right now,” You heard Robin say and you looked up at where she was sitting in between Vickie and Talia on the couch. “Look at that fucking smile.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“No, it’s okay. We understand that your priorities lie with your boyfriend now,” Vickie joked, playfully smiling at you.  

“That’s not true,” You responded, placing your phone in your lap. “My priorities truly lie with you guys and watching this singing show right now.”

“Honestly, it’s cute how into each other you guys are,” Talia said as she grabbed a handful of popcorn that was in a bowl on the coffee table. “Maybe I should have Eddie set me up on a blind date too if it’s gonna work out this well.”

Robin looked at her. “You’ll actually go against your ‘not being tied down during your Senior year’ rule?”

“Oh, yeah, actually, never mind,” She responded and then looked at you. “I’ll let you continue to be the only disgustingly in love one.”

You immediately shook your head at her words. “It’s only been two weeks. I’m not in love with him.” 

It felt almost comedic how they all collectively gave you the most deadpan looks, and you almost laughed at how perfectly timed it all seemed, but you rolled your eyes again instead. 

Barely ten minutes later, right as an episode ended and the opening sequence of the next one started, you went into your room to head to your bathroom and you thought about Steve’s text again. You pulled your phone out of the pocket of the sweatpants you were wearing.

You: You don’t have to actually get me anything

Steve: I may be a fake boyfriend but I like being a good fake one 

You: Okay, in that case, thank you

Steve: How’s the Mormon show you guys are watching?

You: We were successfully able to get out of watching that and we’re instead watching a singing competition show

Steve: How’s that? 

You: Equal parts entertaining and devastating. This thirteen-year-old got kicked off for accidentally singing the wrong lyrics to the Ariana Grande song she was doing and she cried 

Steve: Ouch

You simply stared at your phone for a second and then you were typing and not thinking too much about what you were about to say. 

You: You really could’ve come tonight if you wanted to. I don’t know why I said it would be dumb

There was really no need to bring it up, you knew that, but for reasons that you couldn’t fully decipher right then, you wanted to do it anyway. 

Steve: It’s okay. Next time

You: Yeah, next time 

It felt like perfect timing when you heard Robin say, “Stop hiding and texting Steve and get back out here.” And then you heard Vickie immediately follow up with, “Yes, Melissa, the thirteen-year-old, is about to have a redemption arc!”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” You said, making your voice loud enough for them to hear you. You left your phone on your desk as you finally headed to the bathroom, and then didn’t grab it when you were leaving your room. 

“How’s Melissa doing?” You asked as you sat back down, pulling the blanket over your lap again. 

“She’s about to sing against Jeremy to hopefully get her place back on the blue team,” Vickie quickly explained. 

“Okay, got it,” You nodded. “Is it bad that I’m kind of rooting for Jeremy? His growth these past few episodes have just been so nice to see.”

“That’s so true. I hope he stays,” Talia agreed. 

“No, no, no. Melissa needs to make a comeback. She shouldn’t have gotten eliminated in the first place,” Robin said. “Also, random but you could’ve told Steve to come tonight.”

“He was, um, busy tonight, but he said he’ll come next time.” 

She nodded. “As the newcomer, I guess it would only be fair if he chose the show.” 

You laughed a bit. “Okay, I’ll tell him that.”

“And make sure he knows that we only like fun stuff; dating shows or random competition shit. Nothing serious,” Vickie added. 

“I still really think that we would’ve had a fun time watching the Mormon show,” Talia said.

Before any of you could tell her that that probably would not have happened, there was a knock on the front door. You all immediately knew that it was Eddie because it was the usual three quick knocks that he would always do. 

You got up to open it, since everyone else looked way too settled in their positions on the couch, and smiled when you saw him. “Hey.”

“Hey, what show did you guys decide on?” Eddie asked as he walked in and you closed the door behind him.

“It’s this singing thing,” You quickly explained. “And you came just in time because we’re about to find out if Melissa gets to go back on the blue team or if Jeremy gets to keep his spot.” 

“I have no idea what that means, but okay.” 

You settled back on the small loveseat and Eddie sat in front of you on the floor, leaning back against your chair.

You eventually joined him on the floor, sharing your blanket with him, because you usually always sat on the floor with him during nights like these. 

“No Steve tonight?” He whispered to you during a particularly heated part of an episode that he knew he would’ve gotten collectively yelled at by Vickie, Talia, and Robin if he spoke louder. 

“Not tonight,” You whispered back. 

He nodded at that. “Okay.”

It was a simple one-word response, but it felt like it meant a lot more than what it said. And this time you found yourself actually wanting to question it in the moment. 

“Why’d you ask?” You asked, looking at him and still keeping your voice low. 

He only shrugged at first. “I was just wondering.” 

“Okay,” You responded, turning away then and focusing back on the TV. 

The current episode was pretty much at the end and you laughed at the excited yelp Robin let out when her favorite person won the elimination round.

“How are things going with you and him?” You heard Eddie ask, another whispered question right at your ear. 

It was such a normal question and you knew that it could mean nothing aside from a friend wondering something about another friend, but it surprisingly didn’t feel as clear cut as that. Maybe it was because of everything that Steve had told you earlier; him giving you hope that you weren’t entirely sure if you should have or not. However, suddenly, it was this question that made you actually want to believe in this fake dating thing a thousand percent. 

“Really good,” You answered, and then decided to lean heavily into playing everything up; for no other reason except you wanted to try as hard as you could to make this work. “Really, really good, actually. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way about someone. And yes, I know exactly how stupidly and disgustingly cheesy that sounds.”

In the smallest way, it almost felt funny because you remembered exactly the last time you felt “that way” about someone; and that someone was sitting right next to you. 

Eddie gave you a smile, and it was hard not to wonder if he was faking it like you had done a bunch of times before. “That’s good.”

You smiled back at him before once again looking at the TV. It was hard to focus on the new episode that was playing now, though, because all you could think about was Steve’s words from earlier. 

“This is gonna work for you.”

You had inwardly questioned his certainty and hopefulness, and you found it hard to wholeheartedly believe him— honestly, during these entire past two weeks it had been kind of hard to trust in how much he believed that this fake dating thing would work. But now, after what happened earlier— according to Steve and his jealous comment— and what happened just now on your apartment floor, you finally felt comfortable saying that you really believed in it too. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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[chaesparklez]

1.17am | gunwook x afab reader

wc: 2.3k

content: 18+ MINORS DNI

gendered descriptions, ex!bf gunwook, angst, emotional, oral sex f!receiving, heavy petting, rough sex, makeup sex, unprotected sex (practice safe sex yall)

summary: “just look at this, jagi. we’re so good together.”

1.17am. a surprise visit from the person you want to see least. well, maybe not the least…

a/n: sorry for being mia guys!! hope you enjoy this latest piece, i’m not too familiar with writing angst so hopefully it’s not too clunky haha. cross-posted on ao3 & wattpad on user @/chaesparkle.

it had been a long week of work, your social battery too drained to join your friends for a night out. you splay yourself out on the sofa, absentmindedly watching a show and crocheting. a nearby lamp illuminates the room with an atmospheric golden glow.

you sigh. admittedly, part of the reason why you were so drained was because of your ex, gunwook. his work meant you barely saw him for the past few months, eventually feeling like he wasn't making time for you culminating in your breakup. despite his begging to make things right, you just knew things would never work out. clearly he thought differently, as he had been blowing up your phone all day.

why you hadn't simply blocked him yet, you couldn't quite figure out.

a knock at the door.

you frown looking at the clock: 1.17am. who on earth could it be at this hour? you throw a cardigan on and amble towards the door.

"who is it?" you call lazily.

no response. you furrow your brows, pausing for a second before another knock resonates through the room. and you realise. two firm raps followed by another quick tap; you know exactly who was knocking. the blood rushes to your head, face already heating up in anger. you were already having a rough week and now having your space invaded by the last person you wanted to see made you angry.

“what the fuck, gunwook?” you swing the door open. 'texting me hundreds of times wasn't enough so now you show up to my doorstep?'

gunwook stands before you, expression indecipherable. he simply scans you up and down with a dark gaze.

you shake your head in frustration. 'so??'

he slinks past you without a word, making his way into the living room with you following him becoming increasingly mad.

"oh, so you're just gonna waltz into my house then play the silent act? i don't even know why you’re h-"

"because i fucking missed you!!" he shouts, turning towards you finally. his cheeks redden like they always do when he gets emotional, dark eyes blazing.

'you break up with me all of a sudden then expect me to be okay with it?' he continues. he inches closer, towering over you.

you stare up at him, gaze cold and hard.

"it's hilarious" you say, keeping your voice level,  'how you didn't contact me for weeks at a time while we were together and now that im not putting up with your shit anymore you come crawling back.'

"i told you that i'd do better. we can make it work, i'm serious." his tone low.

"why do you keep deluding yourself into thinking you can fix this? you'll literally be touring for the next two months. forget seeing me, you won't even have time to call me."

you feel a lump form in your throat, quickly turning away so he wouldn't see your eyes moisten.

"why don't you have any trust in me?" he says exasperated. he grabs your wrist forcing you to face him.

'please. give me a chance,' he whispers, gaze intently fixed on you.

all this was too overwhelming for you. your exhaustion, him being in your space asking questions you couldn't answer, and in the middle of it all, you being very aware of his closeness to you in this moment, face so close to yours you were tempted to brush the hair out of his eyes...

shut the fuck up, you tell yourself off mentally. you look at gunwook, determined to drive him out.

"why the hell should i trust you?" you say. 'all the missed calls, cancelled dates, all you did was take me for granted.'

"that's not true", his jaw clenching.

"it's how you made me feel."

"you have no idea how *i* feel. i-"

"i do. you're a selfish jerk. you don't give a fuck about me, you don't-"

"LET ME SPEAK!" gunwook yells, voice making a boom that resonates throughout the room. you jump, shocked at the outburst. gunwook looks at you intensely, eyes blazing with passion.

'i missed you everyday. it was hard for me too, spending so much time apart from you and not even being able to contact you because the managers were always watching.'

he takes a step closer.

'i was going to see you first as soon as i came back to korea. but then you texted me all of a sudden saying 'it's over' and then disappeared?? you have no idea how much that broke me.' his voice breaks on the last sentence.

you look up at him sadly, clenching your jaw and trying to control your impulse to hug him. you couldn't. not now. you didn't want to start something you couldn't finish.

"i think you should leave," you say quietly.

gunwook stays standing in the same spot clearly having no intentions to abide by your words. he inches closer to you, eyes shining.

"stop. gunwook, i said don't come closer," you warn as he takes slow steps towards you.

the look in his eyes made you nervous. it was the way he'd look at you before you'd leave a party together, giving your thigh a quick squeeze with you both knowing exactly what the night was in for.

'gunwook, seriously...' you breathe, your breath quickening. he continues to approach you silently with that intent look in his eyes, staring down at you fervently.

'really i don't think we should-' you begin to say before a long finger rests on your lips shushing you.

"quiet." he says in a lowered voice.

his hand rests on the wall beside you, his face inches from yours. he cocks his head to the side with a smile. your pupils waver as you look up at him.

"got anything else to say?" gunwook whispers, pinning you against the wall. he smirks.

a hand roams down to the waistband of your shorts, cool fingers meeting the heat of your center. you can't help but let out a shaky sigh, having forgotten what this felt like in the time you spent apart.

you stare at him fervently. tall, broad shoulders, and those determined eyes that'd observe every detail of the way your body responded to him.

and the expression on your face is more than enough to let gunwook know how you feel. you want him. all of him.

you both melt into a mess in each other's arms. your hands locked behind his neck, his enveloping your waist as you share a rough, sloppy kiss. as if you're both trying to consume eachother, as if you're making up for lost time.

his full lips lock around yours, the heat of your tongues melding as you both kiss passionately, not even moving in time as your mutual desperation drives you to take in as much of each other as you can.

you pull him closer by the collar and run your hands through his thick black hair. you bite gently on his full bottom lip and he kisses you harder, tongue exploring your mouth tasting you.

a trail of hurriedly removed clothes is splayed on the floor behind you as you lay under him on the sofa. with his body on top of you, the heat of his milky skin against yours has a flush rising in your center. you drag a hand from his broad chest down to his toned abs, and he gazes at you beneath him with all the yearning in the world behind those brown eyes. he leaves warm kisses trailing down your body, the tingle of his breath on your flesh sending a shiver down your spine so you arch into his touch. he looks down at you with an intoxicating gaze, a large hand enveloping the curve of your waist, and kisses your stomach.

"i missed this so badly," he says in a lowered voice.

he positions your legs to rest on his shoulders and begins to plant open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. you gasp, the muscles in your thighs contracting. his tongue makes contact with your throbbing pussy, lewdly licking a stripe up your slit. your eyes flutter shut as he begins to work his magic on your center, the movements of his tongue slow and sensual at first, then increasing in speed as your hips began to undulate against his mouth, your body begging for more.

his tongue runs up and down your folds, your thighs trembling but remaining firmly locked in place by his firm grip. he laps up your arousal like a dog thirsty for water, the view of your breasts jolting as you reacted to his touch further motivating him to deepen his movements.

you moan desperately and throw your head back. his grip on your flesh tightens and he moans against your clit, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through your body. you peer down at him and feel your center flutter at the view; his muscled arms flexing wrapped around your thighs, face buried in your pussy letting out impassioned moans.

you lace a hand through his thick hair, tugging gently and moaning as he continues stimulating your clit. you make eye contact, a faint blush seeping across your cheeks at the intensity of his gaze. he picks up the pace and you let out a yelp. the relentless flicks of his tongue against your clit having your hips rolling against his tongue more and more deeply.

fuck, you really did miss him.

you plead in a shaky voice: "gunwook.. need you inside me..." and he retracts slowly from your center, almost reluctantly as he breaks out of his daze.

"oh yeah?" he asks with a sly smirk. 'guess you missed this a lot, huh?' he begins to kiss your neck lazily, his hand roaming your body again.

"s-so full of yourself.." you stutter, unable to deliver this remark as bitingly as you intend as he pinches your nipple lightly.

"don't i have a right to be?" he smiles. continuing to caress you. 'after all..' he whispers, 'isn't this what you missed the most after i came back from overseas schedules?'

his long fingers are now between your legs, rubbing along the length of your center and drawing circles around your clit. you let out a moan, stomach contracting in pleasure as your hips rise to ask for more again. gunwook really did know you inside and out. exactly how to touch you so you'd be gasping and arching into him.

he aligns his erect cock with your pussy, tip red and leaking a bead of precum. as he pushes his length inside you, you throw your head back and gasp for air at the feeling of him filling you up. his massive length still had you gasping for air even though you'd had sex countless times already. he lets out a deep moan at the way your pussy wraps around his cock and begins to move his hips, thrusting deeper inside you.

you lock your fingers around his neck so you're inches apart from eachothers faces, both hearing eachothers breathy sighs of exhilaration. his weight on top of you makes you feel engulfed in him.

gunwook's cheeks are flushed, his eyes slanted and locked on yours as you moan and whimper looking into his eyes with each thrust. he adjusts his hips so his cock starts to hit that spot deep inside you with every thrust, prompting a loud "fuck!" from you.

your pussy clenches around his length deliciously, and he can't help but squeeze his eyes shut and moan into your neck.

"fuck, jagi... feels like this pussy was made for me," he breathes.

"don't.. call me jagi.." you protest weakly between thrusts, not sure you even believe your own words at this point.

he lets out a breathy laugh and his pace quickens.

"or what?" he challenges, his voice low and husky in your ear.

his thrusts become faster and harder so you scream out in ecstasy, his strong thrusts having you moaning and gasping for air.

"ah, j-just like that.. fuck!" you cry between moans.

gunwook starts to rub circles on your clit again sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you, the overstimulation making your head spin. your hands claw helplessly at his broad back leaving red scratches in their wake. your eyes begin to water and you look at him through half-lidded eyes, his gaze meeting yours with the same emotions. his bangs are damp from perspiration, hair falling into his narrowed eyes.

"gunwook- i- please-" you stutter out before screwing your eyes shut, your jaw open in a fixed contortion of pleasure.

"what was that, jagi? can't hear you." he chuckles with a raspy voice.

the view of you overstimulated and teary eyed, literally fucked dumb, drives gunwook crazy. he lets out a raspy sigh as he watches his length moving in and out of you. your pussy is dripping wet, the sound of skin slapping against skin so raw and visceral that you both start to cum. your hips begin to rut against his, your movements and impassioned breaths syncing with eachother in time. he moans, forehead against yours.

you gaze blearily and kiss him passionately. your climax begins to run through you and you moan between his lips, your cries becoming louder as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"ah, gunwook!" you throw your head back and cry out at the feeling of his cock pushing inside you as your walls contract around him, practically having you seeing stars.

gunwook lets out a constrained grunt as he reaches his climax, biceps flexing as he grips the arm of the sofa. with a final impassioned thrust he pulls out just as he cums, hot sticky fluid coating your stomach. he sinks on top of you as you both catch your breath, a mess of slick and perspiration. your arms are wrapped around his back as he sinks his head into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin.

he gazes at you laying before him staring up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"just look at this, jagi. we're so good together." he breathes.

you regard him with half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling against his.

"should we… start over?" you whisper.

[tomurasghoul]

HAWKS (KEIGO TAKAMI) X (G/N) READER

summary: going on a date with hawks <3

A/N: sorry for not posting much, ive been a mix of busy, unmotivated and uninspired, but im back now :3

includes: fluff, mild swearing, innuendos.

When Keigo asked you out, you were over the moon. You've had a crush on him for a while now, and for him to want to take you out on a date, was like a dream come true.

I mean, how could you not have a crush on him? He's absolutely gorgeous, suave, funny and a true gentleman. You and him had been friends for a while, and now you were finally taking it to the next step.

He wanted to meet you at the park, so you put on something casual. Although, you still wanted to impress him, so you accessorized with some jewelry.

Then, it was finally time.

When you arrived at the park at exactly 23:00 like he asked, of course, nobody was there at that time of night, Keigo had specifically planned it that way, so the two of you could get some privacy without him being mobbed by fans.

You sat down on a nearby bench, waiting for your date to arrive.

A few minutes later, you spotted a pair of crimson wings flying towards you.

'Hey there, hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long.' He landed in front of you.

Luckily, he wasn't dressed up either. Just wearing an oversized white sweater and baggy jeans. For some reason, he also had a big backpack with him.

'Now, let's get to walking. I've got a nice spot for us to go to.'

While you were walking through the foresty part of the park, there was a comfortable silence. Both of you guys just looking around, taking in the beautiful view of the red and yellow fall leaves on the trees. The bright moonlight lit up the park, so it wasn't too dark to see.

At some point, you two were walking so close together, you noticed the backs of your hands touching. You were wondering if Keigo noticed it too, when he suddenly reached around and grabbed your hand. There was your answer.

'I'm sure you don't mind, right?'

'No, I don't.' You blushed and looked away.

He must've noticed your blushing, cause he had a cheeky grin on his face the rest of the way there.

You eventually arrived at the spot Keigo had meant to take you to. It was a gorgeous lookout with a view of the lake beneath you.

To your displeasure, he let go of your hand.

He opened the mysterious backpack he had with him and took out a red and white-checkered picnic blanket and snacks and laid them out under a willow tree.

'Did you think I'd let you sit on the ground?' He winked at you goofily.

'You didn't have to bring all this for me.' You said as you sat down next to him on the blanket.

'Only the best for you, birdie.'

You chuckled at the petname.

'Don't laugh at me!' He said, pretending to be offended. 'Now, eat up.' He fed you a strawberry to shut you up.

'Damn, you didn't have to force-feed me.' You punched his shoulder playfully.

'Shut your mouth before I force-feed you something else.' He punched you back a little bit harder.

'Why don't you make me shut up?' You provoked him.

'Don't try me. I'll kick your ass.'

The two of you started play-fighting. While you fought with all your strength, he was actually holding back, cause as a hero, he was much stronger than you. He wasn't letting you win, though.

'Wow. you really aren't gonna let your date win?' You feigned anger.

'You're such a brat.'

That's when he pinned you to the ground and kissed you. It was a short moment, but the feeling of his lips on yours took your breath away.

'That ought to shut you up.' He smirked as he released you wrists from his grip and sat back up.

And he was right, it did shut you up. You were silent for a while as you stared off into the distance.

'Hey, I didn't actually mean the thing about shutting you up.' Keigo spoke up after a little while. He was afraid he'd overstepped a boundary.

'I know, I'm just looking at the view. It's really beautiful.' You tried to distract him from the fact that the kiss flustered you.

'Yeah, it really is.' He said, looking at you instead of the view.

[emjiroki]

✨️Little Yuuji drabble to brighten up our Friday✨️

Based on This little headcanon

Word count: 706

No warnings SFW

“I can’t”

“You can”

“I really don’t think I c-”

“Don’t make me go over there and ask her out for you like you’re in kindergarten” Choso said, a dead serious look on his face. Yuuji knew he would do it too, his older brother was never one to make a false promise.

“I just… I don’t know” Yuuji groaned softly, a hand running down his face and feeling the heat on his cheeks.

“You love her right?”.

Yuuji almost choked on his tongue.

“Woah wait a minute!” He croaked, probably too loud in the hushed thrum of the library, “We’re- friends okay? I’ve only talked to her a few times”. That’s kind of true. He had accidentally bumped into you on the first day, nearly knocking your phone from your hand and he had apologized profusely, but you had only laughed and told him it was fine, the sweetest smile on your face that made Yuuji’s heart feel like it was going to burst. The next time, you had come to sit next to him, the soft floral sugariness of your perfume wafted to his nose as you sat down and asked him how his weekend had been.

“I mean I like her but I-”

“There’s only love and curiosity little brother,” Choso cut him off once again, twirling his pencil in his charcoal-stained fingers and adjusting his thin reading glasses as he focused back on the paper he was editing, “If you’re curious enough to try, your determined enough to succeed, Do It”. Yuuji rolled his eyes, realeasy for him to say.

“Yeah okay. You and all your psycho mumbo Jumbo” Yuuji grumbled, beginning to gather his stuff to go to his gym session with Megumi.

“You gonna do it?” Choso asked, not bothering to look up from his paper.

“Just leave it” Yuuji snapped, no real venom behind his words. He knew his brother was only looking out for him. Yuuji had just packed up his last book and was about to swing his back over his shoulder when Choso's hand shot out, nailing Yuuji in the chest and sending with enough force to stumble. The pink haired boys back thumped straight into someone, the loud clatter of papers hitting the floor proving it.

“I'm so sorry, my brother-” Yuuji started to apologize, his mouth clamping shut at the giggle that graced his ears.

“We really need to stop running into each other like this” You said, kneeling down to gather your stuff.

Yuuji was stiff for a moment before ducking down with you, picking up your notebook and the pencil that had rolled under the table.

“It was my brother this time,” Yuuji said with a sheepish smile, “sorry about that”.

“It's okay, really, I was just about to get out of here anyway” You said, standing with your stuff gathered before putting it away in your bag.

“Uh yeah me too actually, heading to the gym with Fushiguro” Yuuji replied, pulling his bag back up his shoulder, “what are you doing now?”.

“Studying” You sighed, “all my classes are done for the day”.

Choso picked that moment to clear his throat, his eyebrows raised in expectation at his paper when Yuuji looked at him. Then it clicked.

“Oh uh yeah mine too, um…” butterflies were hammering Yuuji's stomach as he looked into your pretty eyes and felt fire burning the tip of his nose. “Would you like to- uh- I don't know, go to a Cafe with me? Since we're not busy or anything”.

“Thought you had to hit the gym with your friend?” You asked, that sweet smile on your lips.

“I'll cancel! Right now, he can go with Inumaki or something” Yuuji said quickly, grabbing his phone and sending Megumi a quick message before stowing it away back in his bag, “done”. It felt like his brain was turning to pudding as you laughed, turning to the door.

“Well then let's get going Yuuji”.

God he loved the way you said his name.

“Y-yeah let's go”. He turned to his brother with a thumbs up and a big grin when you had turned away, Choso waving him on with a smirk as Yuuji jogged to catch up with you.

‘Young love’ Choso thought to himself as he watched his brother hold the door for you, flashing him another big grin before the door shut, ‘what an idiot’.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Hiii! Can I request a Gojo x male reader smut? The reader is shy especially when it come to intimacy so I feel like Gojo would tease and tease him to no end. Can you choose the kinks please? (But I'm thinking more along the lines of Bdsm or a lap dance or something. )

I really love your writing and I am sorry if this request is bad. Enjoy your day♡

Thank you for enjoying my writing! I would be more than happy to fulfill your request!

I hope you also have a good day, patron~

Title: A Hands On Lesson

Characters: Gojo x m!reader

Contains: light BDSM, blindfolding, hand job, self restraint, praise

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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“I-If you’re gonna keep teasing me then at least teach me!”

The words came out suddenly, your face red with embarrassment as you buried it into a pillow. Gojo had been on your ass—playfully, he says—about your shyness that it finally sent you over the edge. You two were sitting on his large bed when it came up once again, but you had had enough. Snapping, however, only made you blurt out your true feelings, leaving Gojo to get a rush of ideas.

“Teach you, huh? Are you sure about that?”

You couldn’t face him, even if his gaze was hidden by his sunglasses.

“I need an answer~”

“I…N-No you’re just gonna keep teasing me…”

“Oh, listen. I tease you because I love you. I don’t mean anything ill behind it. You’re just fun to rile up~ I like seeing your face get all red~”

You were silent, unsure of how to approach this.

“Look, if you really want to expand upon things, you might want to be open to more experiences. I’m more than willing to teach you. But…I’ll need a ‘yes, sir.’~”

Your brows furrowed as you finally looked up some. “W-Why that?”

“Consent of course! Plus…I’ve always wanted to hear that handsome voice call me ‘sir.’~”

Still flushed as ever, you took a deep breath. You had really wanted this, but the idea was always scary. However, you trusted Gojo; he was your boyfriend after all.

You thought it over another moment, clutching the pillow before releasing another deep breath. “Y-Yes, sir.”

A grin grew on Gojo’s lips as he crawled over to you like a predator that found its food, but instead of you, he actually went for the nightstand, retrieving his eye mask from the drawer.

“W-Why did you grab that?” you asked.

“Well, it’s part of your lesson. That is, if you allow me.”

You weren’t sure what this had to do with anything, but you scooted closer, putting the pillow aside and waiting for his next move. Gojo put the mask over your eyes, bunching up the fabric in a way that concealed your vision. For a moment you though he was gonna put it on himself, not you.

“Wh-What’s this for?”

“Trust me. It’s all part of the lesson okay?”

And trust him you did, taking deep breaths to settle your nerves.

“Now, will you be a good boy for me, and put your hands behind your back?” You started to before he stopped you. “Ah, could I hear a proper answer~?”

You could tell he was teasing you again. You fought your nerves, mustering up what confidence you had, which wasn’t much. Your voice sounded meek. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Mm…we’ll work on it.”

With your hands behind your back, Gojo took action. He carefully unzipped your pants, his hand brushing your semi erect shaft.

“G-Gojo!”

He halted, watching as you trembled from that brief touch. Honestly he wasn’t sure how truly interested in this you were, so he came up with an idea.

“Hey, if you really, really don’t want to do this, just say…’pineapple’, okay?”

A safe word. Okay, that put your mind at ease a bit, because you weren’t even sure yourself what you wanted. At least you had a back up plan.

You nodded. “Y-Yeah. I gotcha. Um…g-go ahead then, just…d-don’t stare at it.”

“Don’t stare? What do you mean I can’t look at this gorgeous cock of yours~?” Gojo didn’t miss a beat getting back into it, working on revealing a partially hardened cock from its fabric confines. “I mean look at that~”

“G-Gojooooooo…” you whined softly, nails gently digging into your skin. His touch felt heightened thanks to the blindfold, and your trembling body was a clear sign of it.

“Good boy~ Very good boy~” He gently began to stroke your cock, anything soft nearly immediately hardening as you sighed out in slow, deep breaths. You didn’t know praise could feel so good. It felt nice hearing him call you a good boy.

“Wh-What else is…i-in this lesson?” you breathed, your hips rocking up to match his strokes.

“Hmm…Well first, good boys stay still…”

Though it wasn’t a command, you found yourself stilling in place, biting your cheek to help you focus.

“Oh? Well I wasn’t expecting that. You stilled yourself right away. I think that deserves a treat~”

You were about to ask what it was, but you stopped yourself, wanting to just see where this would lead. Knowing you had that safe word made this a little less scary, which left you open when Gojo’s hand picked up pace, causing you to actively moan out instead of whimper.

“There we go~ That’s my good boy~”

Every time he said it, you let out a whimper, enjoying the sensation the words gave you.

“G-Gojo…I-I…—a-ah~—I-It feels…g-good~”

Perhaps it was the blindfold, or maybe it was the trust you had for Gojo, but you didn’t feel as nervous. Sure it was still nerve wracking, or maybe your nerves were too wracked to notice, but the pace of his hand alone felt like bliss.

“G-Gojo…s-sir, I’m…I-I’m gonna…~”

“Go ahead~ I want to see that handsome face contort from this~”

You threw caution to the wind, your hands coming down to balance you on the bed, fingers clenching the bedding as you bucked up into his hand, panting deeply as your climax approached. You moaned for you boyfriend again and again, even as it pitched up, until you finally released over his hand with a broken moan, relaxing afterwards.

With a small smirk, Gojo raised his hand to his mouth, his tongue coming out to clean his hand while getting a taste of you with a soft groan.

“G-Gojo…” you breathed. “I…Th-That was…fun~”

You felt the bed shift, and the fabric lifted up from your eyes, Gojo’s face smiling smugly at you.

“Ready for lesson number two~?”

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jaeger

—synopsis. historia and annie go after you after finding out about your night with eren

—chapter 5 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 content!: au-high school, ballet dancer, teenage romance, black reader, cheesy romance

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lana slept over at your house that night. she made you share and reenact every detail of what happened with you and eren. you both even screamed and giggled when he texted you asking if you got home safe.

"girls quiet down!" your mom shouted from downstairs. "sorry!" you both giggled. she went on to tell you about connie asking her on a date next weekend and how they had a steamy make out in one of the bedrooms, she reenacted that for you too.

once lana was sleeping, you texted eren until you fell asleep too.

the next morning you woke up and went on your phone and your heart sunk. on annie's profile was screenshot of a picture of you and eren on the couch, the night before. the caption read "when a slut bitch dates the dance teacher's son to get a solo 🤣"

"what the fuck??" you furrowed your brows. "what's going on?" lana turned to face you. you showed her your screen. "there's no way, that bitch is asking to get her ass beat" she grabbed your phone and screenshot the story before texting annie 'what the fuck??'

"i bet that bitch historia posted that too. i saw them at the party, they must've seen you and eren together" she said.

you checked your phone to see if annie answered but all she had done was open your message and then block you. "her ass is scared as fuck. she's probably mad as hell that armin stopped fucking with her after historia and eren broke up" lana said.

"oh my god this is so embarrassing. i literally look like a slut" you said, looking at the picture again. "no you don't" she put her hand on your thigh. "if you 'look' anything, it's sexy as fuck" she said making you smile. "im just worried like what if ms jeager sees that and takes the solo from me" you sighed. "take the solo from you for kissing a boy?"

"a boy that's literally her son" you deadpanned. "no she won't care you know she likes you. i'm sure she'll think it's a misunderstanding or something" lana rubbed your shoulder. "yeah i guess. definitely not looking forward to tomorrow though. historia's in my sociology class" you groaned. "fuck that bitch" was all lana had to say.

the next day during class, you could feel historia's glare burning into the back of your head. you decided you weren't gonna say anything and just put the whole thing behind you, the story's expired by now anyways.

when class was over, you packed up your stuff and head for the door. historia walked by you and bumped you with your elbow "oops" she feigned an apologetic voice before turning around to leave the room. you scoffed before leaving class too.

eren rolled his eyes as he saw historia walk up to his locker. "hi" she smiled at him. he rolled his eyes "what." his tone was cold. "aw don't be like that" she whined. "literally what do you want from me?" he furrowed his brows and put his books in his locker.

"i miss you" she frowned, putting a hand on his arm. he scoffed, she was being so ridiculous all he could do was laugh and move his arm from her touch. "we're not fucking doing this again. i made it clear that we're done. leave me alone" he shut his locker, holding his books down by his side, beginning to walk away.

he turned back around to her for a second "oh and leave y/n alone too. i saw that bullshit you posted, it's fucked up and you know damn well that shit is not true" he said to her before heading to class. "i don't know why you don't just go fuck that gay friend of yours. you're both clearly in love with each other. find yourself and leave me alone" he told her off.

yesterday, connie had shown him a screenshot of annie's story that lana sent to him. eren's heart sunk and he grabbed his phone to text you, wondering if you'd seen it.

eren 🎀: hey

have you seen that picture going around

you: yeah...i'm pissed the fuck off

eren 🎀: yeah

shit is weird idk what annie's doing but i feel like it has to do with historia

you: great 😐

eren 🎀: listen i'm sorry, i'll talk to her

i don't even know who took that picture

you okay?

you: i mean yeah i'm fine but what if your mom sees that

eren 🎀: i'm sure she won't and if she does i'll just explain it to her.

don't worry, she's not gonna like cut you from your solo or something.

she doesn't really know about us

but she is suspicious of it lmao

you: lol

yeah you're probably right i'm just anxious

historia's probably ready to kill me

eren 🎀: nah i'll talk to her

you walked into math class to see eren already at your table. your heart rate kind of picked up, this was the first time you'd seen him since you made out on that couch.

eren smiled once he saw you walk in. today you were back in the uniform skirt, this time with a crewneck over it. you had on the sneakers you wore on friday and your hair was bound back by a white headband.

he was excited to see you again, you didn't leave his mind at all after saturday night. you actually managed to make him look forward to a math class.

"morning" you smiled at him as you sat down in your seat. "hey princess" he sat up. "hm, that one's still going strong?" you smiled. "for you of course"

"by the way, i talked to historia. i think she'll leave you alone now. them taking and posting that picture is so stupid" he shook his head. "it's whatever" you shrugged.

as math class went on, you and eren talked before being told to be quiet by mr ryan. you focused on the lesson as much as you could until you noticed eren nonchalantly moving his hand closer to yours.

you bit your cheek in a grin as you slowly brushed yours against his too, hand moving to touch his. he slowly placed his hand to slightly hold yours, he grazed his thumb over a spot on your knuckles. you turned to see him staring at the board with a smirk on his face, and shook your head.

your mind raced to saturday night's events and the kiss. his touch was so intoxicating, you wanted to kiss him again, maybe even more than just that..

the bell rung and you gathered your things. "i've got dance today. wish me luck with annie, i already know she told the other girls" you rolled your eyes.

"you'll be fine. if anything i'll come save you" he nudged your shoulder. "ugh please do" you smiled as you turned down the other direction of the hallway.

you and lana walked into the studio and dropped your bags down. you looked over to see annie whispering something to mina as they both looked over at you.  you rolled your eyes "that bitch better cut it out. her busted ass pirouette is why she didn't get the solo" lana joked as she watched annie warm up.

ms jeager walked into the room and you saw annie dart her gaze over to you. "everyone in positions let's get warmed up" she said. "y/n can you come here please? i'd like to speak to you" she said, lana gave you a worried look. you heard giggles from behind you as you followed her out of the room.

"so...i've heard some rumors" she started off. you sighed, knowing what the rumors in question were.

"listen, i picked you for the solo because you're extremely talented and i love the style you dance. i did not pick you because of whatever is going on between you and my son. i had no idea there was even something going on. is there...something going on?"

"no" your voice came out a lot less confident than you'd hoped, "i mean not really?"

"are you asking me?" she chuckled. "listen whatever my son's got you wrapped up in has nothing to do with your solo" she told you and you nod your head. "just don't let it distract you. you've done some great work these last few weeks. you can go join the others, i'll have a chat with annie"

once practice was over, you went to the private rehearsal room to work on your solo. eren went to say hello to his mom before walking around to look for you. he peered into the rehearsal room and saw you dancing. today you were in grey yoga pants with pink leg warmers and a white tank top. eren loved your outfits, everything you wore always suited you so beautifully.

"maybe you should take a break" you heard from behind you. you smiled through a pant, pausing the music "who says i haven't?" "i know you haven't, you hungry?" he asked you. "i'm not eating till i finish practicing." you told him.

he squint his eyes, fine. he wouldn't push you, he'll just give you the sub sandwich he bought for you on the way here later. he moved into the room, dropping his bag before sitting down on the floor by the wall.

"don't you have basketball practice today?" you asked him, stretching your feet to continue.  "i just came from there"

you turned to acknowledge his attire, grey sweatpants with a hoodie that had the school's name on it. his hair was more out of place than usual, you liked this laid back look on him.

"you know you're coming here a lot more often lately, it's getting a little suspicious" you smiled.

"hm, i better not let annie see me" he joked, making you laugh.

he stayed sitting there until you decided you were done practicing. he ate the sandwich he'd bought for himself and listened to music. he looked up from his phone when you stopped the music and began taking off your dance shoes. "don't those hurt?" he asked you. "oh they absolutely do" you sighed.

you packed your things, putting on your jacket and a pair of slides on your feet. "i got you a sandwich by the way" eren said, grabbing the bag from his backpack. "aww thank you, god i'm starving" he handed you the bag before holding the door open for you.

once you guys were in his car, you opened the bag to eat your sandwich. "you wanna put some music on?" he offered. "sure" you connected your phone to his car and put on some music.

"by the way, what are you doing this weekend?" he asked you. "probably just work and going to the studio, why?"

"you know mikasa right?" "yeah, i mean like know of her at least" you shrugged. "she's having a birthday party on saturday, i get to bring a plus one"

"are you asking me to be your plus one?" you smiled. "i'm asking you to be my date yes" he nod his head. "sure then yes i will be your date. what do i wear?" "it's roaring 20s themed" he told you.

"oh i have the perfect thing for that" you pulled out your phone to look for a picture of the long black sparkly dress you'd bought a couple months ago.

you saw eren's smirk grow as he looked at the picture "what?" "you look amazing in that, you should for sure wear that" he nod his head. "right?!"

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 8)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.5k words, some angst at the start, jealous lancey? it'll be important later) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {This took longer than i expected but I'm fine with how it turned out so! Lancey home race is next}

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Lance reached the Racing Point garage, barely getting time to put his stuff down before Nico dragged him away, it seemed like this was just gonna happen every race week now.

When Nico let go of his arm they were in a crowd of reporters, all asking the teammates questions as Lance shot an unserious glare at Nico, earning a laugh in response.

Fernando was wrapping up interviews as Lance started, the two making eye contact as Fernando began to head towards the Renault garage.

The Spaniard was stopped by his teammate and two girls, a blonde and brunette in tight black tops and Renault racing suits tied on their hips.

The teenager watched as Fernando stopped in between them, wrapping his arms around the girls with his hands settling on their waists, Lance hadn't even noticed he was still in the middle of an interview, completely distracted by the Spaniard's closeness with the women by him.

A few photos were taken of the four of them before Fernando let go of the two girls, both of them still staying attached to either side of him as they struck up a conversation. Lance wasn't sure what he was feeling, he didn't like it, he figured he must've been jealous at how liked Fernando seemed to be and how he had two beautiful girls practically on top of him.

"Earth to Lance" Nico said in a sing-song voice, waving a hand in front of his teammates face "They're pretty, right?"

"Huh?" Lance responded, finally looking away from Fernando "Oh- the girls? yeah, yeah. Pretty." He stammered, the man who was interviewing him simply laughing, figuring it was just a teenage boy being a teenage boy.

Quali was horrible. Like, Lance was embarrassed at how bad he did.

"I'm sorry, Brad" were the first words out of Lances mouth as Quali came to an end

"Don't be, you tried" His engineer smiled at him, Lance knew it wasn't true. He didn't, he was too distracted to.

He knew exactly why he did so bad, he couldn't stop and focus on the track, his mind kept replaying the sight of Fernando grabbing onto the blonde womans waistz seeing how he pulled her incredibly close to him. It made Lance feel weird, he felt like he had something in the back of his throat as he was constantly forced to relive it while qualifying.

Time seemed to pass slower, Lance hadn't talked to Fernando all day and it was almost time for him and Nico to go back to the hotel.

He felt weird, the day felt incomplete, he was wondering if maybe he had done something wrong, if maybe Fernando was sick of him, or maybe he was just being clingy. Either way he missed the older man.

Just as Lance was gathering his things to head back to the hotel with Nico his phone buzzed in his pocket

"Perdóname, Lancito. Have you left yet?"

He couldn't help but smile at the message, it was odd but since Fernando had begun to speak Spanglish with him he'd started learning Spanish. He felt smart for knowing what exactly Fernando had meant, forgive me.

"I'm still in the garage"

"I am coming, will you wait?"

"👍👍"

And Fernando did come, he was there in what felt like seconds

"Lancito, am so sorry I did not see you today. The team had me doing so much" The Spaniard apologized, a genuine look in his eyes, causing Lance for momentarily forget the scene from earlier that had been affecting him all day.

"It's okay, Nando" Lance smiled, putting his phone in his back pocket once more "Good job today, P1 as usual"

Fernando smiled back, practically glowing "Yes, yes, am sorry about today though. Maybe you did not do so good because you did not speak to your lucky charm, eh?"

Lance nodded, now being reminded of why "Yeah, you can't ignore me again!"

"Ay, is not ignoring, I am a busy man, Lancito, I'll try and fit you in next time though, okay?"

"Okay" He echoed, feeling better after finally getting to speak to the world champion

The next day came quick, Lance entered the paddock and before he knew it the cars were lining up on the grid, he'd texted with Fernando that morning, the older man apologizing for being busy again but still wishing him luck.

The formation lap was quickly over and the lights shut off, the race beginning and the cars finally on the move.

By turn 5 he had made up 5 spots, Ralf Schumacher and Scott Speed in 10th and 11th ahead of him.

As they went through the 6th turn the drivers ahead of him made contact, giving him 2 free spaces.

He sped up as much as he could, knowing he was now close to a point scoring position when Scott Speed rolled into him, making contact with the left side of his car and shoving him off the track.

He stepped out as soon as it was safe too, Ralf Schumacker on the other side of the track with him and Speed together

"What just happened?" Lance asked, looking at Speed before focusing all his attention on making sure his car wasn't too damaged

"No idea, I got hit and my steering just stopped, I didn't mean to get you out as well"

Lance nodded, not sure what he was expecting, this always happened to him.

He made his way back to the paddock, surrounded almost immediately with cameras and microphones

"What exactly happened out there, Lance?"

"Uhm, well, I was off to a great start but when Schumacher hit Speed it all just went downhill, I understand what Scott was trying to do, getting himself back on track but there was just nothing he could've done to avoid contact."

"Are you hoping for better luck in Canada? It's your first home Grand Prix"

Lance nodded "Of course, Even if it wasn't a home Grand Prix me and the team are always hoping to do better" He finished before making his way back to the garage, away from the journalists.

Nico did pretty well, he ended up in 9th from 12th so even though he barely missed points the team was still praising him (because no matter what he did better than Lance)

The German was bored after the short debrief, deciding to go watch the podium with Lance, feeling it was fitting with another German in 2nd

The teen tried to pretend he was there for Michael, as if he didn't care that Fernando was p1 once again as Nico was explaining how because Michael was p2 technically he was too since they're both German so they're the same person (makes total sense)

"Do you think we'll be up there together one day?" Nico asked, looking over at his teammate

"Of course we will, if not this year then next year." Lance smiled, hoping he was right.

Fernandos eyes settled on the canadian, hair messily framing his face. The race winner thought he looked gorgeous, he wondered how the rookie managed to keep such a gorgeous smile on his face even after being forced to retire so early in the race, it was admirable, even though Fernando was elevated so much higher than the Canadian he still found himself looking up to him in a way.

Lance fell silent as the top three began celebrating, his gaze stuck on Fernando as he was sprayed with champagne by his engineer, such a bright smile on his face.

He could hear Nicos voice but he was far too enchated by the sight of the sun falling perfectly on Fernandos face to register anything else.

The Canadian could tell Fernando loved it, the rush of winning, knowing he's doing well, knowing he is the best, knowing people expect him to win, Lance could tell it motivated the Spaniard.

The podium celebrations came to an end, Lance watching as the older man quickly made his way down and straight to him. It was just like the last time Lance had came to watch, Fernando still covered in champagne but he couldn't care less, he was more than happy to hug him back.

"I did not expect for you to be here, Lancito" He spoke quietly, just the two of them being able to here

"I wasn't planning on it, Nico dragged me out here, but I'm glad I did, you looked amazing up there"

"You are not tired of me winning?" Fernando asked, a smile on his face as he looked at Lance. Everyone knew people were complaining about how well the Spaniard was doing, all people ever did was complain

"I could never get tired of it" Lance stepped back, moving his hands to Fernandos shoulders as he shook him slightly "This just means you'll have to watch me win just as much"

"Deal" Fernando nodded, liking the idea of seeing his Lancito up on the top step of the podium.

[riya-kaur]

luke robert hemmings.

cw! mentions of puking and feeling unwell

summary: you had been feeling unwell for a couple of days now. with luke being concerned he called the boys and told them he couldn't make it into the studio today so he could take the day to stay beside you and take care of you.

take care.

it was early hours in the morning, the sun hardly up from its slumber.

your hands grabbed your stomach as you woke up with a sharp pain to your abdomen. "fuck" you muttered as you sprinted to the bathroom, still holding your stomach. you knelt down beside the toilet as you bring up the contents of your stomach.

the sourness in your mouth, making you retch from the taste as you hovered over the bowl.

"i'm so sorry, sweet." you feel your boyfriend's hand rest on the small of your back, rubbing your back in an up and down motion.

you open your mouth to speak, but before you know it, you're leaning into the bowl again. you feel luke gather your hair and put it up in a ponytail. "t-thanks" you finally say as he leans your back against his chest.

you feel his arms travel around you waist as he puts his head on your shoulder. "how're you feeling sweet?" he asks, watching you as you nuzzle yourself further into his embrace.

"i hate this, lu" you sniffle as you turn your head into his chest, letting your tears soak into his bare chest. "i'm sorry, my love" he frowns before placing a kiss on your head.

"no, i'm sorry- you have work later on and i woke you up. you should head back to sleep" you sniffle once again as you pull yourself away from your boyfriend. "don't be silly, i wanna take care of you y/n, let me, okay?" he reassures, pulling you back into his embrace.

"ïm gonna go downstairs and get you some medicine and water, then we can try head back to sleep for a few hours, is that okay?" he asks, and you nod.

luke helps lift you up and guides you back into the bedroom, settling you into the bed. "i'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" he informs you and you respond with a nod before pulling the covers over your body.

you hear luke jog downstairs before he makes his way into the kitchen, opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. true to his word, after a few minutes, you hear him walking back up the stairs. this time, he walks in with a tall glass of water and some pills in his hand.

you've got a visitor" Iuke announces, nodding his head to the side. you peek over to luke's side seeing petunia walking over as she wags her tail left to right.

"hey baby girl" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "go to momma, 'tunia." luke coos at the bulldog before handing you the water and pills. "thank you, lu," you give him a weak smile before placing the pills in your mouth, which you swallowed down with half the glass of water.

you then feel petunia jump onto the end of the bed. waddling her way over to you, you quickly set your glass on your nightstand before directing your attention to the pup.

luke had now made his way around the bed, now on his side of the bed, before slipping under the duvet.

luke cuddles into your side, letting one hand pet the pup in front of you. "if you don't want to sleep, let me know, okay?" he mumbles against your shoulder. "no, sleeping might do me somne good" you mutter as you turn to look at the blonde. luke hums before gently pulling you down, beside him.

"c'mere" he whispers as he lays you right next to him. he wraps his arms around you before placing a kiss on your head. "goodnight sweet" he mumbles against your neck. "goodnight lu"

hours had ticked by, and you hadn't slept a wink. you were tossing and turning in discomfort and pain.

you were settled on your back, staring at the ceiling whilst your hands were busy massaging the pup beside you.

you jumped slightly when you heard luke's alarm fill the room. you hear luke groan as he goes to turn it off. "morning baby" he says in his croaky morning voice. "morning" you say as you fake a smile, trying to hide the pain you're in.

''when did you wake up" he asks, rubbing his eyes open. "i'm not too sure" you lie, your voice hinting with hesitation. "have you been asleep at all?" your boyfriend asks, as he sits up on the bed.

you shake your head to the side, "i'm sorry, i just couldn't, it's hurts lu, too much" you say as your eyes become glossy. "aw baby" he coos as he lifts you up and pulls you into his lap. ''you should have a woke me up" he says as he strokes the locks of your hair that laid on over your shoulder.

"you've got work today. i didn't want to disturb you" you whimper as you hide your face into his chest. "baby, you still should've woken me up," he whispers before placing a kiss on your hair. "sorry lu" you sniffle against his chest.

you stay in luke's embrace for a short amount of time before he excuses himself to answer his phone, which was ringing from an incoming call.

you hear luke walking out of the bedroom before you hear the muffled voices from him and the person on the phone.

you turn your attention to the pup, who laid beside you. you placed kisses on her head and nose before you see luke enter back into the bedroom.

"you okay?" you ask, looking up at the blonde. luke nods before gesturing petunia to move. he sits where she once laid, which was in front of you. he takes your hand in his, "what'd you want for breakfast, love?" he asks as he plays with your fingers. "nothing, 'm not hungry'' you mumble as you lean forward to lean on his chest.

"sweet, you have to eat. i'll make anything you want," Iuke offers. "avocado on toast," you say, looking up at luke. he places a kiss on your nose, "perfect, i'll go make it" he says.

he scoops you up into his arms and begins to make his way downstairs, petunia following behind him.

he sets you on the couch before placing a blanket over you. "i'll go make your breakfast," he smiles, placing a kiss to your head.

you watch as he makes his way to the kitchen, "Iu" you exclaim before letting a string of coughs follow suit. "yes, love?" he asks, shouting from the kitchen.

"don't you have to go to the studio today?" you ask, sniffling. you hear luke walking back to where you laid. "i told the boys i couldn't make it today, told them how you're feeling," he says, hovering over you from behind the couch.

"lu, no, you should go. i'll be fine, honestly, " you say, the sound of your voice coming out quiet and soft. unable to contain it, you let out another string of coughs. "no y/n, i need to be here with you and help you get better," he states.

"i'm sorry, lu" you say letting your head fall back, looking into his eyes. he shakes his head before placing a kiss on your lips upside down. he places his hand around your neck, helping you to keep your balance as your head is tilted back.

you pull away quickly after, "you shouldn't kiss me, we don't wanna risk you getting sick as well" you say, looking back at luke. luke hums, "i don't care, baby" he says before placing a quick peck to your lips again. "Iu" you hummed, shaking your head.

luke simply gives you wink before standing up straight, from leaning over the couch. "i'm gonna head out to get some avocado, okay, will you be okay for ten minutes?" he asks. you nod, "just don't be long, or i'll miss you too much" you say with a pout on your lips. luke giggles, "you won't even notice i'm gone, love"

"i noticed you were gone" you whine as you hear your boyfriend kick his shoes off, beside the front door.

"sorry sweet, the line was so long" he says, walking over to you, with a bag of groceries. "i got you something," he smiles before placing a kiss on your forehead. you watched as he kneeled down in front of you, bringing the hand that was behind his back in front of you, showing off the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

"oh my- lu! thank you baby!" you exclaim, holding the flowers and breathing in their scent. you're welcome, my love,' he giggles. "here, i'll go put them in water, luke says. you pass him the flowers back. "thank you, baby, that was so sweet," you smile. "you're welcome, sweet."

luke heads back into the kitchen, putting the flowers in a vase and setting it on the coffee table. he then turns his attention back to making breakfast for the two of you.

"shit" you muttered as you made your way back into the bathroom, kneeling down beside the toilet, emptying your stomach once again.

minutes had passed, you had assumed that the breakfast was nearly ready as you heard luke fry an egg for his avocado on toast. the smell from frying the egg came across strong, making your stomach turn.

you felt tears roll down your cheek as you felt a burn to your throat.

"fuck, are you okay?" you hear luke exclaim. you nod your head before tucking your knees to your chest, resting your head on your knees.

"i"m so sorry lu" you choke as the tears fall down to your cheeks. "don't apologize, he hums as he wraps his arms around you, swaying you in his arms. "you're gonna be okay y/n" he reassures.

after luke consoled you, the two of you made your way back into the living room, where you both sat and ate your breakfast. you struggled eating at first, but luke encouraged you to at least try and eat.

"okay, what'd you wanna do sweet?" he asks, coming back into the living room from putting the dishes in the kitchen.

"wanna watch the prisoner of azkaban?" you grin, batting your eyelashes. "how can i say no" he smiles.

you put the movie on whilst luke sets himself in between your legs, placing his head on your stomach whilst his arms wrapped around your legs.

"ready?" you ask before clicking play on the movie. the blonde hums as he turns to look at the tv.

it was nearly the end of the movie, and during the movie, your boyfriend couldn't help but notice how highly you speak about a certain character. "he's definitely your favourite character, isn't he?" luke says. "duh" you say playfully, rolling your eyes. "okay, but seriously, lu, can you blame me. i mean, just look at him!" you squeal. luke looks up at you, his head still on your stomach. he plasters a fake frown on his lips whilst making his eyes glossy, "but he doesn't compare to you baby." you giggle as you see the blonde's frown turn into a gleaming smirk.

"i know, i'm definitely better looking than sirius black," he smirks, leaning up to place a kiss on your lips, but you quickly turn your head. "i don't want you to get sick, lu," you inform him. "i won't, and even if i do, i don't mind. i just wanna kiss you, love," he says, knitting his brows together, "please, " he adds.

"c'mere" you say, shaking your head. "thank you sweet" he says, leaning up to place a soft and slow kiss on your lips. he let's his lips linger on yours before he settles his head back onto your stomach, "i love you y/n", he smiles softly, glancing up at you, "i love you lu" you smile back.

"she's gonna pick me!" you exclaim as you take a seat on the floor. you watch luke set your phone up across the room. "no, she's a hundred percent a daddy's girl" luke confirms.

the two of you had decided to try out a tiktok trend to see who petunia would go to. we told her to sit on the opposite side of the room as we sat on the other side of the room.

luke came and sat beside you, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he had set the ten second timer on tiktok, and once it hit one second left, the two of you called petunia over.

you watch her waddling her way over to the two of you before she stops in the middle, looking between both you and luke.

"come on, baby," you exclaim, "come on, tunia." luke squeals. you watch her look over at luke before she comes running into your arms.

you let her lick your face whilst you exclaimed in excitemnent, "i wanna do it again!" you hear your boyfriend say, "luke she chose me, that means she likes me better." you giggle as you stick your tongue out at the blonde. "please, just one more go?" he asks, "fine" you say, giving in.

you set petunia back into the spot she sat in before, you and luke then sitting back into your seats.

once again, once the timer hit one, you both called her over. she came running up to you before luke called her over. once she set her eyes on luke, she sprinted over to him. "ha" luke exclaims. "now we're even," you smile, standing up to grab your phone, which recorded the video.

you take a seat on the couch, watching the video back. luke had now made his way beside you, snuggling into your side.

''oh my gosh- luke, you cheated!" you exclaimed as you look at the boy, "did not!" he says, lifting his head up from your shoulder. ''what's this?" you say as you showed him a scene from the video.

it was the part where luke had called her over when she stood in front of me, luke had shown her a treat, hence why she went running over to him.

"she likes you better than me" luke frowns. "what can i say, i'm just the best" you giggle. luke hums, "that you are" he says, pulling you in for a kiss.

you let your hands cup his cheeks once he deepened the kiss with his tongue. he hums against your lips as he pulls you on top of him, a smirk growing on his lips as he squeezed your leg.

the two of you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing, "fucking great" luke mumbles against your lips. you giggle as you roll off his laps. luke stands up, making his way to the front door.

"we come bearing gifts!" you hear a familiar voice say from the door, along with a few other muffled voices.

you peek your head up, wanting to see who it was. "hey crys," you hear luke say. "crystal!" you exclaim before you see her running up to you. she hovers over you before giving you a tight hug.

"how are you feeling, babe?" she asks. "wasn't feeling too good this morning, but luke's been great at taking care of me" you say, giving a smile to your boyfriend.

luke hovers over you from behind, placing a kiss on your head. you look behind luke to see michael, ashton, and calum. "hey guys," you smile at the other three, giving them a small hug.

they greeted you back before wishing you a speedy recovery.

the six of you all took seats on the couch, whilst you all caught up.

you, luke, and crystal were on one couch whilst calum, ashton, and michael were on the other couch.

''we bought you some gifts" michael says, handing a basket to you. "you shouldn't have" you express, "but thank you, i appreciate it, guys." you smile before opening the basket.

''my favourite!" you squeal as you take out the packet of party size crispy m&ms out. "i call dibs on half," luke announces, you shake your head at the boy, "nope, these are all mine, baby" you grin.

"but you can definitely help me use up all these," you say as you take out a box full of face masks, lip masks, and under eye masks

"yeah, definitely not, babe,"

a/n: this a repost of the sickfic i did.

also send in your requests, guys! ♡

[jenniferjareauwife]

I Wanna Know

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 792

summary: pt 2 of cowgirl AU

I shifted in JJ's arms while she spooned me. This was the fifth time she had visited me since we officially started dating. I don't think I've loved anyone more. "Baby where are you going?" She whined. I gazed out my window as the sunlight hit my naked body.

"I'm hungry. Want anything?"

"Cheetos?" I nodded and stood up, heading towards the door. "Hey wait a second." She sat up on her elbows. "Why are you so quiet?"

"I'm just tired hon."

"Baby I know you." She had a soft caring smile on her face. It was true. I think she had me figured out three months ago when we first met in that bar. Maybe it was the fact that she was a profiler or maybe it was our connection but she really knew me. "What's wrong?"

"You're going back home tomorrow."

"I am. But I'll be back in two weeks." She sat up fully now. "I come every other weekend. That was our agreement."

"I don't want you to go." My voice kept getting quieter. She sighed and got off the bed, walking towards me and grabbing my hands.

"We can text...and call...and FaceTime." She assured me. "What's got you all worried about this you've never talked to me about this before."

"I just...I don't like not seeing you." I sat down on the foot of the bed as she stood between my legs, stroking my hair.

"I don't like not seeing you either."

"Am I wasting my time here?" JJ's brows furrowed at my question.

"What do you mean baby?" She knelt down between my legs, rubbing my thighs.

"I wanna know I'm not talking to...having sex...and falling in love with someone who's just gonna find another girl up in Quantico." JJ sighed and gave me a sympathetic look. "I wanna know whether I'm just a fling you found in a bar or if you actually wanna be with me."

"I wanna be with you. Baby you have no idea how much I wanna be with you." She sympathized. "If you were just a fling why would I fly across the whole country twice a month just to be with you?"

"You do that all the time. It's normal for you." She shook her head.

"Baby...baby no." She held my face in her hands. "You've gotta stop thinking like that. I come here because I want to spend time with you, because I want to be with you. Not just for sex."

"I don't wanna only see you twice a month though." I sniffled, tears falling down my face.

"Well...what about the weekends I don't come here you come up and visit me?"

"I don't have the money to do that."

"I'll pay for your ticket." She whispered, kissing my nose.

"You don't have to do that-"

"I want to though." She caressed my cheeks. "I'll buy you a ticket to DC for next weekend, ok?" I sniffled and nodded. "Now let's go get that food you wanted." She led me to my kitchen and took out my bag of Cheetos. I got a party size every other week just for her. "What do you want?"

"Mac n cheese."

"I'll make it for you."

"Jayje you don't have to do that. It's my house."

"But you're sad. Sad people deserve their mac n cheese cooked for them." I giggled and went back to the bedroom to put on some clothes.

"So...if you're serious about wanting to be in this relationship." I started. JJ looked back at me as she stirred the noodles. "What would we do for moving in together?"

"That's something we can figure out later." She assured me.

"Cause Texas is my home and you shouldn't leave your job because it's one of the best jobs in the world and you're an elite-"

"Baby calm down. Your brain is looking for things to go wrong." She raised her brows. "We can talk about it when the time comes, ok? For now let's just enjoy each other's company and take the next step forward. Don't think 20 steps ahead." I nodded, that sounded better than overthinking.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize." She poured my mac n cheese into a bowl and handed it to me. "Here you go."

"Thank you."

"No problem." She gazed at me and I knew she could see the wheels turning in my head. "Come here." She pulled me onto her lap so I was straddling her and the first thing I realized was that her lap wasn't as wide as a horse saddle. I smiled softly at the thought and then let her arms envelop me.

"I'm gonna miss you when you go."

"I'm gonna miss you too but it's gonna be ok, I promise."

[howlingday]

Sml x rwby swimming lessons where jaune try to help teaches his son/nephew how to swim.

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Jaune: Alright, bud! Sun's out, guns out! (Flexes) Check out these guns, huh? I'm ripped because I'm a lifeguard. Ready, Adrian? I'm gonna teach you how to swim like a dolphin because your mommy is worried about you drowning in the bathtub.

Adrian: (Points) Nahwah?

Jaune: ...Narwals? No, there's no narwals in the pool, Adrian.

Adrian: (Puts wrists together, Wiggle fingers) Och... Och... Ochapus?

Jaune: No, there's no octopuses in the pool, either.

Terra: Can we get this started already?

Jaune: ...Terra, how- How are you standing on the water?

Terra: Uh...

Jaune: And why are you dressed like you're about to go sledding?

Terra: I didn't know what to wear!

Jaune: Have you never been to a pool before?!

Terra: I, uh...

Jaune: What, do you shower with your clothes on, too?

Terra: Can you start the lesson already?!

Jaune: Alright, Adrian, the first thing you need to do is to-

Yang: Eat a full meal before swimming!

Jaune: What? No! Then you'll cramp up!

Yang: Oh, that's just a myth to stop you from reaching your full potential! Now, Adrian, I want you to wharf down this whole meal! Get it? Wharf? Now eat all this food!

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Adrian: (Groans, Rubs tummy)

Yang: Feel that pain? That's what we call swimmer's pain! It's how those lifeguards in the movies get so good at swimming! They eat a huge plate of food!

Jaune: Wait, is that true?

Yang: I dunno. Look it up if you care so much. Alright, Adrian, you ready to swim with your Auntie Yang and Uncle Jaune?

Jaune: Auntie Yang?

Adrian: Uh-uh! (Swipes arms)

Jaune: It's not going to hurt you, Adrian. Here, watch me- WHOA!

Terra: What?! What's wrong?!

Jaune: This water is flippin' cold!

Terra: Well, why don't you get in since Adrian is already scared?

Yang: Me? (Sighs) Fine.

Yang: Me? Oh, nononono!

Terra: Will you just hurry up in get in already?!

Yang: Oh, I'm sorry we're not all born with miraculous semblances that make us walk on water! It's really cold! Besides, does Adrian really need to learn to-

Jaune/Terra/Saphron: GET IN THE DAMN WATER!

Yang: Alright, fine, jeez! (Dips toe) Ooh! Cold! (Bites knuckle) O-Okay, Adrian! Come into the water~!

Adrian: (Shakes head, Steps away)

Yang: Oh, nonono... If I'm in the water, you're getting your ass into the water, too.

Jaune: Maybe we should show him how to swim.

Yang: Ugh, fine. I'll teach him how to doggy paddle.

Adrian: Dog... not fish!

Yang: Wha...

Jaune: He's saying dogs don't know how to swim because they aren't fish.

Yang: Well, that's not true! Watch, I'll even show you!

Yang: (Grabs Zwei) See, I've got my dog right here and (Tosses Zwei in)

Zwei: (Sinks)

Ruby: Yang! Have you seen Zwei? I think he ate a punch of rocks and now he's too heavy to do anything!

Adrian: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Jaune: I'VE GOT HIM! (Dives down)

Jaune: (Comes up with Zwei) See? The doggy is okay, Adria-

Zwei: (CRUNCH!)

Jaune: OW! OW! OW!

Yang: Look, Adrian, I'll show you cats can swim, too!

Neon: Hey! Put me down you racist piece of- (Shoved into the water)

Yang: C'mon, swim! SWIM! Hit me, you little...

Neon: ...

Yang: Uh... See? She's swimming! Um... (Grabs Neon's hair, Pulls up) Meow? Meow! I'm swimming! I'm-

Neon: (Tossed next to Adrian)

Adrian: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Saphron: (Chuckles) I- I thought you guys were professionals.

Terra: (Snickering)

Yang: We're... (Laughing) We're gonna get him in, I swear!

Jaune: (Giggles) Hang on, I got an idea.

Adrian: WHAT'S SO FUNNY?! YOU KILLED THE KITTY CAT LADY!

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Adrian: (On a floatie)

Yang: See, Adrian? The water's not so bad~! Whee~!

Adrian: Whee... get out.

Jaune: Get out? But look at how much fun we're having!

Terra: I thought I told you guys I wanted my son to learn to swim, not float around all his life on a floatie!

Jaune: Listen, we have a plan.

Yang: While Jaune distracts him, I'm gonna dive down and flip the floatie over.

Terra: That seems a little extreme, don't you think?

Yang: Hey, who's the swimming teacher here?

Yang: ...No, seriously, I'm asking.

Jaune: It'll be fine, Terra, we promise.

Terra: Alright.

Yang: Okay, Adrian, I'm gonna go for to the bathroom~!

Adrian: (Tucks in legs)

Yang: No, no, it's fine! You don't have to do anything, right, Uncle Jaune~?

Jaune: Right.

Yang: (Walks away, Dives under)

Adrian: Unca Jon? Where Yan?

Jaune: Uh...

Yang: (Flips floatie)

Adrian: AGH! FUCK YOU GUYS! FUCK YOU GUYS!

Yang: No, no, see, Adrian?! You're doing it- AGH, FUCK!

Neon: (On top of Yang, Trying to drown her)

Yang: (Grabs Neon, Throws her outside wall) You- (Coughs) You see that shit?! Cat came back to life and she tried to drown me!

Adrian: Well, they do have nine lives.

Yang: Yeah, that's true.

Adrian: MOMMY! ME WANT HOME NOW!

Terra: Oh, Adrian, they were just trying to help~.

Adrian: NO, MOM! WHAT THEY DID WAS SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP! AND YOU SHOULD- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

Jaune: That's... That's a narwal.

Terra: I thought you said there weren't any narwals in here.

Jaune: There shouldn't be!

Adrian: ME! WANT! HOME! NOW!

Terra: Alright, we're gonna take him home now because you both suck as swimming instructors.

Jaune: Aw...

[neverlookatthisblog]

Thanksgiving

Smut

A/n: this one is a bit older I made it last year on thanksgiving and posted it to Wattpad but I decided to post it p.s I haven’t written smut in so long don’t know when I’m gonna come back to that😭😭

Today was thanksgiving and jack suggested that you two spend the day at his parents house   You decided to wear leggings that complimented your ass well and a random t-shirt

While you guys were on your way to his parents house you guys got into a argument

"Jack I don't know why you are taking it this seriously I'm doing it for my job" you said putting your arms up

"Y/N!!! It doesn't matter now can we just drop it"

"Whatever" you said as the car stopped in front of the house you quickly got out the car and slammed the door

"Really!!!" Jack yelled you flipped him off walking to the door knocking on it you were greeted with a warm hug from Maggie

"Heyy y/n!! I'm so happy to see you how are you" she said you faked smiled as if you and jack weren't in a heated argument

"Good thanks for having me" you said walking into the house you felt jack behind you he talking to his dad

You guys kept giving each other death stares

"Y'all Okay" clay asked sitting down next to you on the couch

"Not sure your brother is acting like a pussy" you said not caring anymore

"I heard that" he said walking by "OH- I'm sorry do you think I care" you rolled your eyes clay just awkwardly nodded and got up

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It was time to eat everybody was around the table Maggie noticed that you and jack weren't sitting next to each she thought it was odd since you too were lovey Dovey all the time

Everyone was going around the table saying what they were thankful for it was jacks turn

"Well I'm thankful for a lot you know I'm thankful for my family" jack said staring at you putting his hands in fist on the table you squinted your eyes at him

"But you wanna know what I'm also thankful for-" everyone waited for him to finish including you he made eye contact with you

"I'm thankful for you!" Jack said looking at you

You  smiled but in reality you weren't happy with him everyone ate dinner

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You helped Maggie with dishes avoiding jack

"I don't know what you two are fighting about but I think you should go talk to him" Maggie said as you handed her the plate so she could put it in the dishwasher

You sighed "you don't need help?"You asked you really didn't wanna have that conversation

"Y/n go talk to him" she said you nodded walking out to go look for him you eventually found him in the basement playing video games with clay

He noticed you he paused the game

"Hey clay I'ma talk to y/n real quick " clay nodded walking back upstairs

"Listen I don't wanna argue with you no more " you said playing with your nails

"Me either baby"jack said putting his hand on your waste kissing you passionately

A couple minutes later you were on the table clothes everywhere legs spread

"Jack fuck!!" You moaned as he licked circles around your clit you grabbed his head pushing it a little further into your pussy

"I'm gonna cum" you moaned and that's when jack pulled away

"What the hell!!!"

"Turn around" Jack demanded you rolled your eyes true around looking at paintings on the wall

You felt a hard slap on your ass

"Stop with the attitude I could leave you here and go back upstairs" jack said in you ear

"Whatever" you said without saying anything jack slammed into you 

"Oh fuck" you moaned jack was pounding into so hard that the table started rattling

"The next time you catch an attitude" jack said grabbing a fistful of your hair

"Ima make sure your ass doesn't cum" jack slapped you moving his hips

"Fuck I'm gonna cum again" You whined jack pulled your hair tighter

"Shit" jack moaned you moved your hips meeting his thrusts

"Cum with me" jack said letting go of your hair as you both came breathing and panting you layed there for a minute

You finally got up putting on your clothes you and jack walked back upstairs where everyone else was

"So how did it go"Maggie asked smiling

"It went great" you said relying in your head what just happened

[alovesongtheywrote]

i feel like everyone's gonna be asking for this but i'm gonna need a nightmare academia part 912828277 if that's how long it'll take for those two to finally kiss

♥ Summary: will you settle for them very briefly holding hands? in this chapter of nightmare academia, reid and the reader shut down a party and lie to the police. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: the reader cries over the two-headed calf poem, spencer wants to throw himself out a window, the cops show up and. are cops. discussions of sex, drug use and alcohol consumption in passing, and i think that's it?

♥ A/N: ough, this is gonna be the last happy chapter for a while- but it isn't gonna be sad in the way you're expecting :/

♥ Word Count: 3341

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So.  You were right.  Reid’s friends wanted you to fuck- and they weren’t the only ones.  They weren’t the only ones by a long shot.

Since the first bet had been placed, the betting pool on whether or not you and Reid were doing it had only grown.  There were more things to bet on now, too- who topped, who bottomed, whether the two of you used handcuffs from Reid’s FBI days, etc.  Your students were degenerates.

Your co-workers were running their own bets.  Professors Evans and Peters had a running bet on whether or not the whole affair was a friends with benefits thing.  Other professors made a game of seeing how many times a day you and Reid would visit each other’s offices.  

The head of the criminology department, Professor Belker, assumed the two of you had some sort of secret relationship- and she was generally fine with that.  She just wished you and Reid wouldn’t cause so many disturbances about it.

About a week after the George Michael incident (which only ended after you and Reid got someone to smash the musical mechanism) you and Reid were called into Professor Belker’s office for a meeting about your behaviour.  

The meeting took place later in the evening.  Reid arrived fifteen minutes early.  You arrived five minutes late.  You were also crying.

Upon seeing you, your co-workers stood.  Concern rose in Belker’s chest, but panic rose in Reid’s.  You were crying.  You shouldn’t be crying.  Reid decided there and then that he didn’t like seeing you cry.  

“Professor (L/N)?  Is everything okay?” Belker asked as you took a seat next to Reid.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Professor Reid just put that one poem about the two-headed calf in my office.”

It had been a prank- just a prank to lower your mood.  He knew that the poem would upset you, but it wasn’t supposed to do this.  You weren’t supposed to cry-

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine in like-” you checked your wrist.  When you noticed your lack of watch, you grabbed Reid’s wrist instead, “Five minutes.”

“Reid.”

Spencer had heard that tone before- it was the one Hotch used when he got a little too invested in cases, or when he acted out of line and spit hard facts at local cops.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-”

“Reid, it’s fine, I swear, I just-” you sniffed, “The cow is just a baby, you guys.  As he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.  No matter how many times I read that damn thing, I always end up crying.  I don’t know why.”

You were trying to be professional, but it was really hard.  That poem is so fucking sad.

“Did- did you know that crying has a self-soothing effect?  It activates your parasympathetic nervous system which helps you to relax-”

“Reid, please-” Belker held up a hand, to stop him, but you held up a hand to stop her.

“No,” you took a deep breath, “Let him talk, I brought this on myself.  Besides, it’s helping.”

Spencer perked up at the instruction.  He quickly looked to his superior for permission, but before could even begin to nod her consent, he was spouting off facts about tears in a way that only Spencer Reid could.  He didn’t stop until there was a smile on your face.

He smiled back.

“Well, now that you’ve calmed down, can we move on to the true purpose of this meeting?”  Belker raised her eyebrow.  She had posed her words as a question, but you both knew that she was making a statement.

“Yes, we can, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just- maybe don’t read that poem during any classes.”

You tapped at your chair sheepishly, “Absolutely.”

Belker nodded at you and drew in a long, slow breath, “Now, I understand that the two of you have a… unique working relationship.”

She paused.  In the space she left behind, you and Reid nodded.

“Now, this is fine.  Whatever is going on between you is none of my business.  As long as everything is reported to HR in an appropriate and timely manner, it doesn’t matter to me.  With that said,” the woman leaned forward, eyebrows rising again, “I need to be sure that the two of you can work together- without disturbing the student body at large.”

“Of course we can, I apologize for previous inconveniences,” Reid kept his voice calm, though internally, he kinda wanted to fling himself out the window- it would spare him of any and all future embarrassment.  It might also spare him from making you cry again.

“I apologize also- and I would like to make it known that I didn’t know the George Michael music wouldn’t stop.  The mechanism was supposed to shut off once the cabinet closed, I don’t know what-”

Belker gave you a look that stopped you in your tracks.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.  Just as long as the two of you can-”

Then, from the distance- a funky pop beat cut off the distinguished professor halfway through her sentence.  The song was loud enough to make you jump, but quiet enough that you couldn't quite make out what it was.

Belker rose from her desk and turned her gaze to the window, glaring off into the night.  You followed her gaze.  There, standing out in the middle of the darkened campus, was a rainbow glow of light.  It radiated out from one of the frat buildings.  If you focused, you could hear the cheers of drunk students echoing off the various buildings and into the dark.

You expected Belker to give an exhausted sigh, or to roll her eyes at the nature of college kids, but when she turned, a smile lit up her face.

“This is the perfect opportunity.  (L/N), Reid, I want you to take care of this.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, tilting your head.  Belker ignored your question.

“Professor Reid, you have a history with law enforcement, yes?”

Spencer nodded, not saying a word.  Belker’s smile grew, reaching her eyes and setting tiny fires inside them- or maybe that was just the reflection of the lights outside.

“Perfect.  If the two of you can take care of this without incident, then I’ll know for sure that the two of you can work together, and no one will have to be moved to a different department.”

“Was that on the table?”

“Don’t mind that now.  Just go deal with this before someone in the neighbourhood calls the police.”

It was a valid concern.  You stood quickly, giving your superior a two-fingered salute.  Reid followed behind you with less enthusiasm.  Once the two of you were out of her office, Belker grinned to herself.  Was this whole thing an effort to make you and Reid go out to a place that was not college?  Perhaps.  Whether or not it was, that was something she would keep to herself.

-

You and Reid wandered through the darkened campus side by side, heading to the rainbow-coloured lights of the frat house.  Honestly, they were pretty hard to miss- and even if you had, you could always follow the sound.  Music blared, echoing in the air with the excited shouts of students.  You still couldn’t make out the song’s lyrics.  At that point, you were pretty sure they were Swedish.  

In opposition to the noise of the party, you, Spencer, and the rest of the campus were mostly silent.  Your footsteps echoed off the various buildings.  The pavement before you was illuminated by shitty outdoor lights, the rainbow light from the frat house, and the few classroom windows that remained lit at this hour.

Your tears had long since dried, but your skin still felt a little tacky in the light evening breeze.  Beside you, Reid’s gaze was glued to the ground.  He had been silent since he made his apology, and you were mostly fine with that.  In your opinion, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“I’m sorry I made you cry.”

Apparently, you were wrong. “Hey, don’t mention it.  You fixed me, remember?” you gently rammed your shoulder against his, “All your crying facts made things better.  Besides, I’m gonna get you back for it.  That’s a promise.”

“Good.”

When you turned to face him, he had a small smile on his face.  You counted that as a success.  You shifted your gaze back to the pavement in front of you, walking with an extra spring in your step.

“Do you think Belker was serious about making one of us change departments?” he asked.  

“Probably not.  But if she was, you don’t have to worry.  I’m the one that would have to move.”

“Oh?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.  He knew about your degrees.  He knew you were a good professor.  He just didn’t know why you were so confident that you would be the one to switch departments.

“Mhmm.  You have how many years of experience in law enforcement?  A million?  Two million?”

“Hey, I’m not that old-”

“You dress like you’re that old.  Seriously.  I can imagine you teaching dinosaurs about the concept of psychopathy.  I’m sure they’d all come away much smarter.”

Reid paused before letting out a very confused, “Thank you?”

“Don’t mention it.”

The two of you walked in silence for a few moments before Reid turned to face you again, “For what it’s worth, you could teach anything.  You could teach the phone book and your students would learn something.”

“So could you.  Quick, give me a fact about the phone book.”

He didn’t even hesitate, “The first phone book was published in 1878- hey, wait-”

“See?  Honestly, if they let you, you could probably do both our jobs and teach a course about the phone book.”

“I doubt that.  Besides, if anyone were to teach a course about a book, wouldn’t it be the person with a doctorate in English?”

“Don’t accuse me of being literate.  Besides, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of dumb.  I got into teaching by mistake.  Honestly, I kind of got my doctorates by mistake.  So if one of us is going to teach a course about a phone book-”

“Wait, what do you mean you got them by mistake?”

“I don’t know.  I didn’t really- it didn’t feel like I put in the same amount of effort as everyone else.  It just kind of happened to me,” you stopped walking, “Anyway.  Here’s the source of the noise.”

On your left, the frat house stood in all its rainbow glory.  Spencer was so invested in your conversation that he had almost missed it.

“So,” you leaned towards him slightly, just to make sure he could hear you, “How do you want to do this?”

“Should we find someone and ask them to turn the music down?”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “You can try that.  I’m just gonna turn the music down myself.”

Before he could stop you, you had already disappeared, vanishing behind the massive doors of the house and leaving Spencer alone and out of his element.  He wasn’t alone for long.  About two minutes after you left, a chant rose from inside the house.  At first, he couldn’t quite make it out, but then he heard it clearly-

-

The second you got inside, you felt the overstimulation starting to creep in.  There were bodies everywhere.  The stench of alcohol and weed hung in the air like a cloud of smog.  It was bright- far too bright, and the strobe effect that the lights took on was almost enough to trigger an epilepsy attack.  The music was deafening, but you could somehow hear snippets of conversation over it as you wandered through the house.

“Oh, they’re totally fucking.”

“Hey man, pass the chips!”

“WHERE IS MY BOOOONG?”

“Don’t speculate on them, they’re your professors!” that was Opal’s voice.  

“Let’s stay in the building.  It’s too fuckin cold outside.”

“It’s fall.  What did you expect?”

“I don’t know, man.  The elf subplot in those books is so fucking weird.”

“Dude, you wouldn’t even have to pay me to fuck him.  Professor Sexy is just that- Professor Sexy.”

“He looks like a long Victorian child, dying from the plague.”

(Technically, if he were Victorian, it would be tuberculosis.  You kept the thought internal and continued to search for the speakers.)

“Dude, I got pulled over the other day and I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong.  Why?  Oh, you already know why.”

“Fuck the police!”

The sound was small- and it was so loud in the room that you assumed if you repeated it, no one would hear you.  Your opinion would be lost among a thousand screaming voices. 

So, you said it.

“Fuck the police.”

Within seconds, the house devolved into chaos.  Kids were standing on tables and couches, doing the worm and grinding on each other, all while yelling, “Fuck the police.”

By the time you found the speakers, you were laughing too hard to properly turn the music down.  

So at first, you turned it up.

-

Outside, Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose.  This had to be your payback- your revenge for him making you cry.  Honestly, he wasn’t even upset.  Just impressed.  Then he heard the sirens.  Blue and red lights flashed against the house, against the other buildings on and around the campus.  Someone had called the police.  

Students swarmed out of the building, running across the campus and back to their dorms with bongs, beers, and snacks in hand, all while chanting, “Fuck the police.”

Spencer didn’t see your face among the crowd.  As the officers stepped out of their cruiser, their faces red with emotion at the chant, Spencer darted into the house.  He slipped between students, searching the faces that passed him for you.  

He used his height to his advantage.  It helped.

When he found you, you were slumped over a speaker, cackling so hard that you couldn’t stand straight.  Your face lit up when you saw him.  Spencer could feel something warm fill his chest, and he tried very hard to kill it, just as you tried very hard to school your expression back to something less luminous.

You both failed.

“Are you hearing this Reid?  I didn’t even plan it, they just started saying, ‘Fuck the police.’”

“That’s great, that’s so cool, the cops are here.”

In less than a second, the smile dropped from your face.  When you spoke again, the joy had been stripped from your voice.  You sounded terrified.

“What?”Without another word, Reid grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside.  There, you watched as the police tried their very best to stop any students they could.  They didn’t manage to catch many- they did, however, manage to grab Opal.  

You watched as one of the cops grabbed her arm, her face screwing up in a wince at his grip.  Her braids flew out behind her as the officer pulled her closer.  You jumped down the stairs, practically running towards your student.  Without a word, Spencer followed you.

The cop saw you coming.  Opal saw you, too.  He let her go, and she ran towards you, stopping a few feet ahead.

“Are you okay?” you asked, just brushing the top of her shoulder with your fingertips in an effort to keep her steady, “Is everything okay?  Can you get back to your dorm safely?”

She nodded at you, quickly reaching up to pat your hand.

“Okay, go.  Don’t be afraid to call campus security.”

Like a flash, the girl was off, racing towards her dorm.  When you turned back, Reid was staring at you.

“What?” you asked, pulling your arms across your chest protectively.

“It’s nothing.”

The cop- the one who had grabbed Opal so harshly- did not agree with that statement.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?  I could bring you in on obstruction of justice!”

“Shutting down this party,” you answered, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Responding to a noise complaint,” the officer spoke to you like you were stupid, “I was going to apprehend that subject for questioning.  Can you not smell the illicit substances?”

“Okay, well, she’s gone now.  And the source of the noise has clearly gone silent.  The party has dispersed, so it looks like you won’t have to apprehend anyone.”

You were right.  The campus had gone dead silent.  Someone had shut off the lights, too, leaving you, Reid, and the cops with only the shitty campus lights and the blue and red glow from the police cruiser.

Still, the cop glared at you, “And what do you know about police work?”

“Well, y’know.  I just have doctorates in criminology and law.  No big deal.”

The man looked you up and down, clearly judging you, “I have a hard time believing that.”

“Why is that?” Reid stepped forward, putting himself between you and the officer, “Dr. (L/N) is well respected in their field.  They’ve written numerous in-depth papers on the benefits and downsides of various policing policies and criminal justice strategies.  Their conclusions are always brilliant, and your field would improve if officers like you would bother to examine their research.”

A blush crept onto your face as you listened to Reid.  Did he really think so highly of you?  Of your work?

“If you ask me,” the cop spoke again, “All you academics are a bunch of useless degenerates.  I have half a mind to-!”

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE THAT FBI GUY!!” the cop’s partner cut him off, “You were on the team that took down The Silencer!!  And the Seattle Strangler!!  Oh, I have so many questions.”

Beside you, Reid noticeably tensed up in discomfort.  Without thinking about it too much, you grabbed his hand.

“Unfortunately, Dr. FBI guy is currently suffering from a bout of retrograde amnesia- sadly, he remembers nothing from his FBI days.  If you want your questions answered, I recommend contacting Derek Morgan, he’s lovely to criminal justice students!”

You pulled Reid away before either cop could respond to your final cry of, “Have a nice night!”

Neither you nor Spencer realized you were still holding hands until you reached the main building.  Until then, his long fingers sat intertwined with yours like they belonged there.  

Your face burned as you pulled away from him.  In the quiet of the atrium, you both fell silent.  The only sound was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above.

“I fucking hate fluorescent lights,” you weren’t sure why you said it.  It really came out of nowhere, and you were just starting to regret it when-

“Really?  So do I.  That's why I can’t stand hospitals.”

“Oh, I get that.”

The two of you smiled.  You had probably agreed on things before, but for some reason, this felt like the first time.

“Hey, thanks for having my back earlier,” you crossed your arms and swayed back and forward slightly.

“Ah, it’s no problem.  I meant it.”

Heat rose to your face again, but before you could ask him if he really did mean it, he was speaking again.

“Thanks for getting us out of there when you did.  I’m not in the mood to answer questions about grisly murders right now.”

“Damn it,” you grinned, “I was just going to ask about the worst cases you’ve seen.  Oh well, I’ll leave it for another night.”

“I appreciate your sacrifice.” “My sacrifice?  It’s basic decency, Spencer.”

The smile on his face matched yours.  

-

Meanwhile, back at Quantico, Penelope Garcia was not smiling.  In fact, she was grimacing.  She had accidentally gazed upon some gorey case details and it had kind of ruined her night- at least, it had until she saw just where the murders had taken place.

She dialled a number into her phone- Morgan picked up on the first ring.

“What’s up, baby girl?  Do we have a case?”

“We do!  And you’ll never guess where.”

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